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Chapter One
A New Beginning

As we begin a new era in John's life, it may be interesting to see what happened to our characters from Book I, particularly those affected by John and Mike's travel back into time. The time travel portal was still active. No one knew if it could be turned off. Removing the bracelets, except for the one worn by Lam Sin, at least in theory, would cut off any connection between the wearer and the controls. The cave itself wasn't destroyed due to the depth upon which it was located within the hillside. The long first entranceway into the tunnel from the outside was dynamited so that no one could enter and thereby reach that mysterious machinery.

Back in 1820, life returned to the way it was before John and Mike's appearance. They never 'officially' were a part of the Langley line of lords. No known paintings or documents were found over the next two centuries showing their short visit. The original Lord Langley continued as head of the estate and it passed on from generation to generation to the present time as the current Lord Langley now works for the British government.

Jakes, the coachman, continued as a servant as his forefathers before him and those who followed. The coach that John and Mike rode in sits in a British museum in London and the current Jakes drives his Lordship in a Rolls Royce.

Mr. Fletcher continued to run his house of peg boys for another ten years. Upon his death, it was decided to tear down the building and remove all evidence of its purpose. The boys living there at that time were adopted by nearby families and lived a better life. As for Miles, it's unknown what happened to him. Records were not kept and it was assumed that once Miles turned 13, he was kicked out of the Fletcher home, being too old now to be a peg boy. Sadly we'll never know what his life was like after that nor how long did he live. One theory was that former peg boys were taken aboard ships as cabin boys and that their previous 'experience' provided relief for the sailors on board during the long oceanic voyages.

In ancient Rome, events returned to where they were before John and Mike's arrival. At the estate of Ionannes, Appius was a healthy and happy 12-year old. Petronius continued to be his tutor and upon the death of Ionannes, the lad took over the estate. In many later excavations of Roman cities, walls inside homes were discovered that were painted with various erotic sexual themes. Pederasty was quite common. Whether Appius was ever exposed to sex before adulthood is not known. Many more prominent family histories were written by scholars of that era, but nothing has yet to be found about Ionannes and Appius. Nothing is known about Cadeyrn. It can only be assumed that when the Romans conquered his village, he was taken captive. A Roman slave was probably his lot. Many strong men were later trained to be gladiators.

Sadly, absolutely nothing is known about Marcus. The boy never mentioned his family. Unknown to him, his father was executed shortly after the boy was kidnapped. So the paternal line ended. Did the time portal reset so that Marcus was home with his father? Doubtful as Mike's appearance had nothing to do with Marcus being taken as a future sex slave. How long Marcus served at the Villa Jovis is unknown. No records were ever kept with names of those pre-teen children who lived there. Hopefully, when he began puberty and could no longer be deemed serviceable to men, Marcus' life improved and maybe he became a Roman Senator like his father or an officer in the Roman Legion. It is also hoped that Tatiannus had a good and successful adult life.

Shortly after Mike's return to the present, Tiberius was called to Rome whereupon he was assassinated by Nero, who became the next Emperor. No emperor since Tiberius ever called the Villa Jovis home due to its sordid reputation as being a haven for the abundance of underage sex. Child sex became more readily available in the slave markets. Some brothels quietly offered young sex to those wealthy enough to pay. Over time, the Villa Jovis fell into disrepair, where today it is just a tourist attraction. The fate of the boys and girls who live there for pleasing men is unknown.

For Lam Sin, it was a strange twist of fate. Realizing he had been tricked, all he could do was hope the guards, upon seeing him disappear from the cave, killed John, Troy, and the four boys. Yet over time, he began to realize that his visit to Paradise Island had been set as a trap and he fell into it. He seethed whenever he thought that John and Troy were celebrating how they got rid of him. But the Oriental was smart and crafty. When he figured out where he was and the year he was in, he started to devise a way to live among these people. Orientals were not common in early 19^th century London, so he was never able to secure help from anyone. His only job offers were as a servant.

He felt insulted. He was Master Sin! People served him, not the other way around! Upon coming across an Apothecary Shop, Lam Sin saw that here was his chance. His knowledge of 21st-century medicine and drugs was vast. He set up his shop and soon word spread of this 'Chinaman' and his amazing healing potions. So as his reputation and wealth grew, he never forgot about those on Paradise Island who exiled him. And if he ever found a way back and discovered John and his boys still alive, there would be hell to pay.

Now that we're caught up, let's join John on Paradise Island. Welcome to Book II.

***

Six years had passed since Lam Sin had 'disappeared' and with it the closure of a terrifying episode in everyone's lives. The three original castaways were now free and able to enjoy themselves with their adult benefactor and closest friend without fear of being kidnapped and taken to Singapore. Joshua had more than made up for the four years he and John were separated. And sex, yes, the beautiful sex was enjoyed and they never grew tired. John was the happiest man on earth. He thought this life would go on forever. He was wrong. He never thought about time.

John tried not to think about time. As the months and years slowly moved on, he couldn't stop the four boys from growing, maturing, thinking about their futures. His boys understood what the man was feeling, and if it were humanly possible, they would have happily stayed at the same age as when they were thrust on Paradise Island several years earlier. The boys talked among themselves, wondering if it could have been possible for the alien machinery in the humming cave to freeze time so that all could have had their wish to never grow out of childhood. No one would ever know as the cave had to be sacrificed to rid the world of Lam Sin.

John knew it was coming. The boys were trying hard to pretend they were the same young, bubbly playmates of long ago. But he saw the changes; voices deepened. Thankfully, due to the plant extract that the Kalaukans provided, the boys never had to worry about shaving. The moment they saw their first pubic hair, they starting applying the ointment there and under their arms. Overall, they grew up into smooth, beautiful teenage boys. The years in the sun and the environment of a South Pacific island kept their skin as soft as the day they landed on the island. Their facial features changed as they were going through adolescence. They no longer looked like they were when Lam Sin had lusted over them, but they still had that boyish look. The bottom line was that they were just as sexy as teens as when they were prepubescent. It was getting harder to pretend, though. He knew the teens were doing all this for him, but he also knew he couldn't be selfish and deny them their rights to pursue a life of their own. He had set up fully funded four-year college trusts of their choice for each one of the boys. It was time for each teenager to spread his wings and leave the nest.

First, it was Mike to leave Paradise Island, heading back to the United States. Troy's contacts several years earlier had produced perfect documentations of new identities for each boy so that their former backgrounds could never be discovered. Birth certificates through high school accounted for every year of their lives. They could begin anew, uncluttered by any association or connection from their pre-Paradise Island existence. Then it was Chris, Matt, and lastly Joshua. Joshua's mother was gravely ill and he felt he needed to be with her.

When Troy returned John to Paradise Island after saying goodbye to the last boy at the airport, it hit him that he was now totally alone. The cord, though, was never completely severed with his' family.' Almost daily, he was getting texts from each boy sharing that day's events as well as recalling special moments during the years spent with him. They attached pictures showing their surroundings, wanting John to be as intimate with their new lives as they were. Sometimes he would walk up to a little hill a short distance from the house to look at the small grave that contained the remains of his dog. Princess had lived to a ripe old age, but again it was time that took her away from him.

Over on Kalauka Island, Chief Haoa had passed away unexpectedly and John attended the ceremonial installation of Aukai as the new chief. He was now a fine-looking young man at the age of 18. Aukai tried hard to cheer John up and invited him to permanently reside on Kalauka Island, where boys of all ages were available for the man to enjoy. Everyone, young and old, knew of this man's friendship and his help in not only rescuing one of their own but in getting rid of Lam Sin. The frequent visits to Kalauka Island were nothing short of an orgy. For a while, it seemed that sex was happening almost every moment, either at Paradise or Kalauka Islands when the two got together. John could never complain about a boy not being available when the urge hit him.

The stamina of the four boys at home never ceased to amaze the man. As a teenager himself, sex was practically non-existent. Yet here at home, there was always one who wanted to suck his cock or offer his ass. The videos taken of many of their sessions would make any boylover drool with envy. Although throughout this John and the boys spoke of the future, it always seemed too far away to give it more thought.

When the time came, John had the boys think carefully about what they wanted in their adult life and the college to pursue that goal. Eventually, all chose their universities and John had funds set up and it was Mike who brought up an interesting question.

"John, I understand how all these years you've looked to our future and I know I speak for the others in thanking you, but what if we want to come back here and continue where we left off?"

Somehow John knew this question would be asked one way or another. "Guys, you know I love you very much, and Paradise Island will always stay in the 'family.' You've seen the will that gives you four everything I have. Maybe, if that happens, you'll come back, find some new boys and have your paradise," getting a couple of chuckles. "I've said this many times before and you know it. You need to see the outside world and I honestly believe that after four years in school, you'll find you like living in America. Hopefully, you'll come by for visits."

The emptiness he felt wasn't easy to fill. Aukai kept inviting him over and enjoy the young boys that would be available to him. John graciously declined. He would spend hours looking at the many photos and videos of the boys taken over the years after their arrival, occasionally smiling as some pleasant, or more than likely sexual, memory was recalled.

John would take long walks on the beach, thinking of how different it was when he first settled on the island. Back then, solitude and privacy were what he wanted after the previous three years spent in prison. He looked out over the ocean, recalling the day when Aukai paddled over for his first visit and that wonderful episode of boy sex he thought he would never enjoy again. In a way, it seemed like such a long time ago, yet John could recall every moment like it was yesterday.

Aukai kept asking him to spend more time on Kalauka Island. He knew there he could have all the boy flesh he wanted. Yet, they wouldn't be his. His was a family of four wonderful boys who shared a bond and love for one another that could never be duplicated or replaced.

He stopped at the spot where he first saw the lifeboat and the three shivering wet boys six years previously. Like with Aukai's visit, John could recall those early moments vividly. Taking a deep sigh, the man turned around and walked back to his home.

***

It was four months later when John's future was brought up. "We need to do something, Aukai," Troy mentioned to the new chief during one of his visits to the western side of Kalauka Island, delivering supplies. "He's just going to shrivel up and die all alone there."

"I know Troy," Aukai responded. "I've offered him a home in my village. I felt the young boys here would revitalize his spirits."

Troy had been aware of the sexual lifestyle of the Kalaukan people when John revealed it to him years earlier. Chief Haoa accepted the need to share the information with the helicopter pilot, but at first, he forbade him to enter the village. Troy's participation in helping rid the world of Lam Sin led the chief to change his edict and he extended him the invitation to come to the village whenever he wanted. Troy never took advantage of it. Even though he knew of the sexual lifestyle between John and the boys living with him, he felt he couldn't be comfortable among adults and children who spent their waking moments naked and having sex with each other. His memories of being unclothed for six months still haunted him.

Aukai continued, "I don't know what else I can do."

"He needs to feel needed. He had the four boys to look after and protect. Even after Lam Sin was gone, he took care of them through their teenage years until the day they left and beyond. Now, no one needs him," Troy pointed out.

"But what can we do? I told John some of the boys would be glad to travel to his island and spend some time with him. He politely said no and I reminded him again that he's always welcomed here. Maybe you know of some orphaned boys among the surrounding islands that John could take care of."

That's when a light bulb lit up inside Troy's head. "Yes, of course, orphans, the Majuro orphanage: young boys with no family needing a good home. John could easily adopt from there."

"Do you think he would go for that?"

"I'll convince him, and if he gets stubborn, I'll get him there even if I have to drag him tied to a skid on my helicopter," Troy said with a smile.

***

"I don't know, Troy. I'm not sure if I'm ready for new faces around here. Aukai has offered to send some boys over to spend time with me if I wanted. There are too many memories to be replaced so quickly."

"John, you won't be replacing those memories. You'll be adding to them. You'll be allowing some new boys to have a wonderful home with a caring, loving person like yourself as their guardian. They can experience the same love you gave to those who were here before."

"You know the kind of lifestyle I had here. Maybe these new boys won't be as 'receptive' to a sexual environment. It just happened to work beautifully with the others, but these will be new strangers."

"Mike, Chris, and Matt were strangers when they landed here. Their previous experiences at the ranch didn't leave a positive impression about sex. You showed them how wrong their perceptions were." Troy paused for a moment.

"Look, John, I never fully understood this boy love thing. If someone else had told me they had sex with boys, I would have thought of them a sick, perverted individuals, not much better than Lam Sin was. My only experience with sex as a boy was six months of hell. Like your boys when they landed on your island, if I had come here and lived with you right afterward, you would have shown me a more gentle, pleasant, enjoyable side of sex instead of what I suffered through."

John couldn't help but smile. "No disrespect Troy, but under different circumstances, I bet you would have been a horny little 11-year-old."

"Who knows?" Troy chuckled in return. "So, will you come with me to the orphanage? If nothing hits your fancy, at least you looked."

"All right, Troy, I'll go."

"Great! I'll set everything up and come get you in two days."

***

"Sister Maria, I'd like you to meet John. He's the gentleman I told you about yesterday who previously raised four boys and sent them all to America to colleges there."

John gently shook the nun's hand. "Sister, a pleasure to meet you."

Nodding slightly, the head of the orphanage asked, "I heard you are interested in boys that have not yet entered their teens?"

John gave Troy a quick look, but the man smiled in return as though assuring him everything was all right. He, himself, though, wasn't sure if the nun was trying to find out if there was an ulterior motive about his desire for pre-teen boys or just a routine question.

"I believe a boy before entering his teen years would be easier to raise. There would be more years spent together, therefore a much stronger bonding in the end. As Troy has mentioned, I raised four boys from about that age, so if the experience is any factor, I began with boys starting at a young age. I tried to be a positive influence through their teenage years and all were accepted at prestigious colleges."

The sister nodded her head. John wasn't sure if that meant she accepted his answer or confirmed in her mind that he was just another pedophile looking for boy flesh. He was already beginning to regret coming here.

"And why more than one boy?" the sister asked, again making John feel a little uncomfortable.

"Well, as you know, I live on a private island that I own. It wouldn't be right to have just one boy growing up there with no other friends his age. That's why I'd like to adopt more than one."

Without commenting on John's answers or asking any further questions, Sister Maria directed, "If you'll follow me please."

The nun turned, leading the two men down a hallway. Shortly afterward, they entered what appeared to be some courtyard or playground that was currently empty.

"I've asked Sister Katrina to bring three boys out here that may suit your criteria." Pointing to a door, she continued, "You may take one boy at a time in that office and talk to him, ask questions. When you are through, I will return," and Sister Maria quickly left, leaving John and Troy alone.

"Troy, I don't like this at all. I swear that nun can see right through me."

"Relax! You're over-reacting. If she had any suspicions, she would have made up some kind of excuse not to let you see any boys at all. I talked to her yesterday and she was glad there was someone interested in the older boys, which are very hard to find homes for, according to her. I'm going to wait in the lobby until you're through." John nodded acknowledgment and was left alone.

It was several minutes before another nun came from a hallway leading three boys. All were wearing dark brown pants and white shirts with some kind of logo on them. They wore baseball caps and their heads were bowed, so John couldn't get a clear look at their faces.

Sister Katrina spoke, pointing at each boy, "This is Raphael, this is Carlos and this is Peter. I will return later to pick them up when you are through."

"Thank you, Sister," as the nun quickly disappeared, leaving the man alone. He had to kneel to get a partial look at the boys' faces. "My name is John," gently shaking each of the three boys' somewhat limp hands.

"I'm going to take one of you at a time into that office so we can talk. Okay?" not getting any response. "I'll start with you first, Raphael," as he grabbed the boy's hand and led him into a sparsely furnished room with a desk, filing cabinet, and a couple of wooden chairs.

"Why don't you sit in that chair and I'll take this one?" The boy quietly sat in the designated chair, having yet to utter a sound.

There were several moments of silence. John's mind couldn't help but flashback to the day his first three boys landed on Paradise Island and the awkwardness back then as strangers met each other for the first time. The castaways had just finished a harrowing 24 hours in a lifeboat, not knowing what their fate was. Here, it was just a matter of 'breaking the ice.'

"Raphael, you can look at me. There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm looking for one or more boys to come live with me. I want us to spend these few minutes getting to know one another and see if this is what we both want."

Slowly, the boy raised his head and John got to see the young face. The features were typical of the native people of the area. This boy could have just as easily been living on Kalauka Island. "How old are you, Raphael?"

In a whisper, the man could hardly hear, the boy answered, "Eleven."

"How long have you been here at the orphanage?"

"Two years."

"Well, Raphael, I own an island. I raised some boys like you until they grew up and went to live on their own. Right now, I'm living by myself. I've been thinking of adopting some new boys to live with me."

The boy's eyes seemed to shine with interest. Was it possible there was a real home in his future? Other adults who came to the orphanage just wanted babies. "You live on an island? I lived on Lib Island once."

John tried to recall what he had read about the numerous islands and atolls that made up the Marshall Island chain. If he was right, Lib Island was less than a half-a-square mile in area and had a population of just over 100.

"Well, my island is not part of this country. I own it myself. It's at least twice as large as Lib. I'm sure it's a lot like where you came from. You can walk along the beach and climb some hills and trees. I have a big house where you would have your bedroom. There are trails and in the middle of the island is like a small pool like a bathtub where water is heated from below."

John could tell the boy was starting to gain interest and began to speak more. "That's a big island," thinking in comparison to where he previously had lived. Then a realization hit the boy. "A house, a real house! I've seen pictures of houses from our study books and when we take trips away from here. We lived in huts."

The boy continued rapid-firing statements. "I can have a bedroom? I never had a bedroom. Our hut was just one large room." Pausing for a moment, Raphael gave John a questioning look. "And you said a warm water pool?"

John was pleased that the boy was opening up so quickly and seemed interested in a living environment never experienced. He assumed the boys here in this orphanage were housed in a dorm-like setting. He tried explaining how water from below was heated in a small pool where you could sit and relax. He then took a big leap with his next statement, lowering his voice and leaning closer to the boy.

"You can take an outdoor bath there if you want."

John knew the boy understood that a bath involved being naked outdoors as he seemed to blush and lowered his eyes, but did not indicate that the statement bothered him.

"Please keep it a secret, will you? Sister Maria doesn't need to know that," as the 11-year-old quickly nodded his head, giving his first smile in return at the man

"We just have showers here. Back home, we bathed in the ocean. I've never sat down in a bath." The boy thought for several moments before asking his next question. "Aren't you afraid someone seeing you…naked?" then wondering if he should have said anything.

This was going better than John had expected, so he carefully thought of his response. "When you live on your island, you can run around naked all day long. Nobody else can see you. That doesn't mean 'you' have to. I'm just letting you know that a new life awaits you. There are lots more we can do as we get to know each other better. When you live on a private island, you share a lot of personal secrets, things you would never share with someone else." John wasn't sure if the boy understood, but if he was to become a new family member, he needed to know that life would be more than just outdoor bathing.

"Tell you what, I still have to talk to Carlos and Peter. Why don't you think about what I said? If the sister will allow it, I was thinking of asking any boy who wanted to come to visit with me for a weekend. If you don't like it, you don't have to come back. If you do want to stay, you can live permanently with me." The boy gave John a long look and nodded his head.

"One last question, Raphael. If I ask Carlos and Peter to stay with me too, is that all right with you?"

"Carlos and I are like brothers. We were good friends on Lib Island. I like him a lot. We do special secret things together," giving John a wry smile. "Boy," John thought to himself, "maybe this wasn't a bad idea to come here after all.

"Peter just got here a couple of months ago. I don't know him much, but he's okay." Shaking the boy's hand, John escorted Raphael outside and brought Carlos in.

John repeated his previous history of raising boys, basically asked the same questions, finding out that Carlos was 12-years-old and looked at Raphael as a sort of younger brother to be protected, especially since they were both placed in the orphanage at the same time.

The shocking revelation was that the boys lived together on Lib Island when men came by demanding the adults to turn over their young sons to be taken away. The village refused and both Carlos and Raphael's parents were killed, as were many adults, but the two boys hid and were undiscovered as the men left. To John, this sounded like a typical Lam Sin raid searching for boys for his pleasure back in Singapore, but Lam Sin was considered dead. No report of kidnapped boys had surfaced in almost six years. Was this the act of a new head of the criminal empire? Did he have the same lust for young boys as his predecessor? He decided not to press the issue, as he didn't want to upset the boy.

The man continued describing his island, its privacy, and that whoever lived there could do just about anything they wanted. He told the boys about the hot springs and the bathing opportunities.

Carlos was more open about bathing in the middle of an island, "Do you walk to the hot springs naked?"

John knew this was going farther than he had wanted but decided to trust the boy. "I'm going to tell you a secret. You must never say anything to anyone, especially the sisters here. Can I trust you?" getting a vigorous nod of the head.

"I told you I raised four boys. I adopted them when they were your age," figuring that was enough to say about them for the time being. "We lived together for six years. A few months ago, I sent them to colleges in America. So now I live by myself as I told you. The five of us never had any secrets. There was nothing to hide. So yes, we would go to the hot springs naked. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The 12-year-old was beginning to see the picture. Back on Lib Island, the adults wore clothing, but the young boys and girls most times ran around naked. He and Rafael being 9 and 10 respectively, were among that group. Wearing clothing full time only began after they arrived at the orphanage.

Carlos wasn't sure if he should ask this but decided to take a chance. "We could run around naked if we wanted on your island?"

"If you wanted. There's no one else for miles who can spy on you. That's how my four boys and I lived together for six years. Now don't forget to add what I just told you to all the other secrets we've talked about." Carlos nodded his head; his mind whirled with thoughts and possibilities.

"Raphael told me what good friends you are. He even said you did special secret things together." This got a similar blush from the boy as it had with Raphael with the outdoor bathing comment.

"You won't tell Sister Maria, will you? She would be awful mad. She almost caught us a couple of times."

"Don't worry, Carlos. I won't say a word. You, Rafael, and I all have secrets we must keep. I just ask because I know boys like to do secret things they don't tell anybody. The boys that lived with me before did lots of special fun things together. If you live on my island, you and Raphael can do whatever special things you want. It will be okay with me." Pausing, John concluded, "Maybe I can join the two of you and we can do special things together." This got an even bigger blush from the 12-year-old.

"Now again, we both have secrets about each other we promise not to tell anyone, right? Getting another vigorous nod of the head from the boy, the man repeated the weekend invitation. Then Carlos was led out and in came Peter.

Peter was different, a light-skinned boy who was not a native of the surrounding area. About the only answer John could get from the boy was that he was 11-years-old. The boy had dark hair and brown eyes, surprisingly reminding him of Matt when he first met him. The man couldn't help but admire what a beautiful boy he was despite the silent treatment. John kept his comments to just about life on Paradise Island, not implying anything unusual or sexual as he had with Raphael and Carlos. He gave the same invitation as he had the others and both then returned to the courtyard. It was uncanny as both Sisters Maria and Katrina appeared at just that moment.

"Boys, please follow Sister Katrina back to your dormitory."

Raphael was the only one who came back to John and shook his hand. "I like you," he said quickly and rushed to join the other two boys.

"Shall we go to my office?"

"Of course, Sister." John found Troy waiting and invited his friend to join him as they entered the nun's office.

"How did your meeting with the boys go?" The sister got straight to the point.

"Very well, Sister. Raphael and Carlos seem to have special bonding."

"Yes, they came from the same village that was raided a couple of years ago."

"What happened? The boys shared a little bit of it."

"There's probably not a lot I can add to what they told you. Two years ago, some men, supposedly Asian in origin, came to Lib Island demanding to take the few young boys that were there. When the natives refused, many were killed. Women and young girls were raped and several boys were kidnapped. Some government officials came by here with Raphael and Carlos and told me they were recent orphans available for adoption.

"I didn't know the boys' background until I was told what had happened. I tried to get some answers from official sources but was told the only thing I needed to know was that the boys were orphans. I never pressed it any further, nor did I want to subject the boys emotionally by asking them too many questions about what happened since their parents were killed trying to protect them."

John looked at Troy. "Did you hear anything about this?"

The man shook his head. "My travels don't take me over too many islands in that area, but if I recall, the more isolated ones all had short-wave radios in case of emergency."

"That's true, Troy," Sister Maria confirmed. "The little information I was able to get the past two years was that when calls were made to Lib Island and there was no response, authorities went to check and found the carnage. Raphael and Carlos had been hiding for nearly two days."

John closed his eyes, trying to imagine two young boys seeing their parents murdered and then hiding, afraid to show themselves in case those same men were around somewhere or came back. "They seem well-adjusted today."

"I believe part of that is the bonding between the two that you noticed. Even though both lost their parents, having each other has helped them to get past what they had been through. A counselor was here for nearly a year helping them. She shared with me what little additional information the boys gave her."

It was Troy who spoke next. "I'm surprised the government has kept this so hushed up."

The sister just shrugged her shoulders. "For many years, there was a story of a man who would go to different islands kidnapping boys, but then it stopped and nothing was heard about him for four years. This was the only time that has happened this close to Majuro. As far as I know, there hasn't been another such incident."

John and Troy looked at each other. Someone else had replaced Lam Sin and was picking up where the original leader had left off. Why four years of silence before this? And were there other raids unknown or unreported?

Sister Maria continued. "Raphael and Carlos have been here for two years. They need to go to a new home. Although they seem all right to you, this place will always remind them of having to relive weekly for nearly a year the horrors they witnessed.

"This orphanage is no different from others. Most prospective parents come here looking for babies or very young toddlers. Eleven and twelve-year-old boys rarely find a home. Troy mentioning your interest in boys in that age bracket gave me hope they might have a chance to get out of here. Please forgive me, John, I'm not trying to pressure you. My main concern is still the welfare of the boys whenever and wherever they are placed."

"I understand, Sister. The boys deserve a chance for a new life. As I stated at the beginning, our initial contact went well. I believe a lot more meetings and maybe a possible weekend visit to my island will help determine if this change is best for the boys and myself. I was curious, though, of the boys' European names."

"The Spaniards first visited many of the islands around here in the 18th century and intermarried with many of the natives. The same happened one hundred years later when the English arrived. Over the years, many natives relocated to other islands and atolls but gave descendants Spanish or English names. Many have Micronesian names too."

"I understand. What about Peter? He's not native."

"No, he was the only son of American missionary parents. Five months ago, their jeep slid off a mountain road and he was the only survivor."

"No relatives?" the man asked.

"None the American Embassy could locate. We tried to get them to take the boy to the United States, but they don't seem interested!"

"Why? He may be only 11-years-old, but he's still an American citizen."

"No, he isn't. The parents were attending a seminar in the Philippines when he was born. So he's naturally a Philippine native." The nun sighed wearily. "I got the impression that by taking the boy back to America, he would only be placed in a group home for boys due to his age. The boy has traveled the islands since he was three years old when his parents began their missionary work.

"It was suggested that Peter would be better off placed in a home in a surrounding he has spent most of his youth so far. His life has been spent in the jungles and islands, going from village to village, homeschooled by his parents. The Embassy thought the shock of introducing him to the American culture might do more harm than good psychologically."

John could only shake his head. No wonder the boy looked lost and didn't want to talk. His parents had just recently passed away. There was no one to comfort him and help ease his pain. He and his parents probably never stayed in one location long enough for the boy to make friends. Looking at Sister Maria, the man replied.

"I know a short five-minute period with each boy isn't enough to determine if a relationship is right for all of us. Maybe, with your permission, I can spend some more time with each of them to see if this will work, especially with Peter."

"You're more than welcome to visit the boys."

Looking at Troy, he asked, "Where's the nearest hotel from here?"

Caught by surprise with the question, it took a couple of seconds to focus on an answer. "There's a nice one about three blocks away." The nun agreed that it was a nice clean establishment.

"Good. I will stay there and, with Sister Maria's permission, will spend as much time as allowable with Raphael, Carlos, and Peter."

"That will be fine," the nun agreed. The three shook hands as John and Troy left the orphanage.

Chapter Two
Little Secrets

"Wow! You're full of surprises, John, considering that two days ago you didn't want to be here."

"Well, you asked me to come and look. I did find the three boys I met promising. So I want to pursue this."

"But you didn't bring anything for a stay."

"That's why I want you to take me back to Paradise Island. Let me quickly gather some changes of clothes as well as other items. Then bring me back and I'll check into that hotel. I'll buy anything else I might need locally."

"Okay, if that's what you want. Let's get going. It'll be dark by the time we return here."

The trip to and from Paradise Island was made with not much conversation. Troy could tell his friend was pondering the possibilities of having three new boys living with him, and John wanted to know a lot more about the boys and their backgrounds. He tried to keep sex out of the equation. He felt comfortable that if the four of them grew close as a new family, anything sexual would eventually evolve. Raphael and Carlos might be currently exploring their sexuality in secret at the orphanage, and Peter, whose resemblance reminded him of Matt, could also be as Matt was in the beginning, rebellious to anything sexual in thought or deed. But hopefully, slowly, he would discover its pleasures and delights.

On the way back to Majuro he asked Troy, "Am I burying the past with my boys too easily?"

"Of course not. You've been by yourself for the past six months. It was time to move on. I bet whoever you adopt will be approved 100% by Mike, Chris, Matt & Joshua."

There was quiet for a while before John asked his friend, "Troy, have you given any thought to the report of the boys who were kidnapped from Lib Island?"

"I've been wondering about that. Do you think Lam Sin found a way back?"

"Even if he returned to the humming cave, the only way out of the tunnel is blocked."

"Could he have figured a way to travel back and forth from wherever he was sent back to the cave? Maybe he's studying the control panel trying to understand the symbols so that he could return before his trip to your island."

"Boy, that's a scary thought, but you're stretching it. You have to assume that standing in that white circle will bring you back to the same moment when you were whisked back to the cave. Like with Mike and myself, we moved 2000 years further back and we never returned to the cave in between trips. No, I think someone else took over Lam Sin's empire and decided to resume kidnapping boys, maybe not necessarily for personal enjoyment, but as a commodity to sell. As you know, child prostitution is a big business."

"So we may be dealing with a new Lam Sin?" All John could do was shake his head.

"I hope not. What puzzles me is how close to Majuro they came to find boys. The government doesn't seem to have done anything, so it was just a sad episode for Lib Island."

***

John was surprised at how nice the hotel was. The orphanage sat on the outskirts of Majuro and the area wasn't especially a tourist attraction. John checked in and was given a room on the second floor. He discovered the hotel even had WiFi. He was glad that he had brought his laptop. There was a dining room and John was told he could come downstairs anytime he wanted to order a meal. Saying goodbye to his friend, John settled in his room, lying on the bed and going over what had happened at the orphanage earlier in the day.

Again, he digested the little he knew from just one visit with the three boys. Raphael and Carlos were easier to relate to once John got them to open up a little. The thought of living on another island with modern conveniences they had only heard or seen pictures of intrigued and excited them. Even though the orphanage was a modern building as compared to the huts they grew up in, it would never be a real home in which they could grow up as normal boys. There weren't any metal bars or barbed wire, but it was still a somewhat prison environment with strict rules and regulations.

He knew if he accepted one, he had to take the other. All they've had the past two years were each other. They needed an adult friend. His dirty mind kicked in when they both spoke of 'special things' they did between them. He realized that it didn't necessarily mean anything sexual. It could be several other little boy secrets. Maybe in future visits, he could gain the boys' trust and they would share what their little secret was all about.

Peter would be difficult. Not having gotten anything out of the boy, he wasn't sure how depressed he was or if changing locations would snap him out of it. John couldn't even imagine the shock the boy went through after the jeep skidded off the road to find his parents dead. Peter would need a trusting friend if he were to ever open up, and the boy was good-looking too. John smiled at himself and asked, "What 11-year-old boy isn't?"

Then the ominous thought of a Lam Sin-type operation entered his mind. He couldn't have come back from the past. No, it was more than likely someone else. Now that Troy was aware of the incident on Lib Island, John was sure the pilot would investigate as completely as possible using whatever contacts he had. He felt himself getting drowsy, but before he went to bed, he sent texts to the boys back in the U.S. sharing his day at the orphanage and the three boys he had spoken with. It had been a long day. Soon sleep overcame him.

***

The following morning, after a better than expected breakfast, John walked to the orphanage to meet his possible three new members of Paradise Island. He spent two 30-minute segments with each boy alone and repeated it later that afternoon. He had brought back from Paradise Island numerous photos of the island and the boys who were there before. These were to show them how the island looked as well as the inside and outside of the house. He tried to describe the details as best as possible.

The visits with Raphael and Carlos were pleasant. After just a short meeting the day before, the two boys acted more like young lads their age do. They asked questions about the four boys whose photos the man shared. Then they talked about their life in the village. Avoided was the subject of their parents' death and John didn't press for any details. No further mention was made of the special things both had shared. Again, the man didn't try to pry. No talk of skinny-dipping or running around naked was brought up. It was just a conversation between a man and a boy getting to know one another.

Peter, as before, hardly looked at John, much less talked with him. This boy was going to be a tough case.

After the second visit, John walked around the local area. Usually, when he came to Majuro, it was in the more populated business section of the city. Here, the dwellings were older. Many streets were dirt roads. Yet people waved and shouted hello as he walked by. Occasionally he stopped and watched boys playing baseball in a field. A controversy arose around whether a boy was safe or out on a throw to a base. They spotted John watching the game and asked him and he said the boy got to the base first. He instantly had nine new friends.

Troy stopped by to visit John that first evening at the hotel. "Whatever happened on Lib Island has been buried deep under the carpet. I can't get any information. I tried to talk to the pilot that delivers supplies to them, but he wouldn't divulge anything. I got the impression that he was under orders not to share any knowledge he knew."

"So we don't know anything. If the boys hadn't revealed to the counselor what they had, they would remain a complete mystery to Sister Maria, and I doubt the boys recall much more."

"I'll keep asking around."

"Thanks, Troy."

"How did it go today with the boys?"

"Raphael and Carlos have been easier to approach. Maybe two years have been enough time for them to put the past behind and look into the future."

"Have you brought anything up about…"

John laughed. "Not today. I dropped a hint yesterday but decided not to bring it up again for the time being."

"And Peter?"

"He's a tough one, Troy. It's only been two months since he lost his parents. He's hurting inside and I can't get through."

"Maybe it's too early for him to go to a new home."

The man looked at his friend. "You could be right. He's in an unfortunate position. His parents were American, but he was born in the Philippines. He's never really had a place to call home, as his parents were constantly moving from island to island. The Americans don't want him and he's too old for adoption."

"Poor kid. Well, I have to go. I got a lot of deliveries in the morning. Call me when you're ready to go back to Paradise Island."

"Will do, and thanks."

***

"Do you have a dog on your island?" Raphael asked the following morning, taking John by surprise.

"I used to, but she passed away. She's buried on the island."

"I used to have a dog. The men that came to my island shot and killed him." The boy paused and John could see tears forming in his eyes. "Could we get a dog? Dogs need homes too."

This was the first time the boy had made any mention of a pet. It was sadly another tragic episode the boy had to witness. John placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Aren't we getting a little ahead of ourselves? If we become a new family," using that word for the first time in front of the young boy, "then we can talk about pets and other things."

"Family. I like that word." Raphael seemed to be thinking when he spoke again. "Many people came and talked to us, saying how cute and nice we were, but we never saw them again. Will you one day never come back?"

John felt flooded with emotions as he heard those words. "Listen, Raphael, I know between us talking and being adopted takes a lot of time. I like you and Carlos. I feel we could be happy together, but you two have to feel that way. We barely know each other, so we have a lot to learn. As long as you and Carlos want me to come to visit, I will. And every visit we have together gives us a chance of living together as a….family."

The boy then surprised John as he had the first visit. Instead of shaking his hand, he hugged John. The man returned the gesture realizing that it had been a long time since a young boy had hugged him. The 11-year-old looked up at the man's face.

"I want to live with you."

"So do I, Raphael. Okay, time's up. Let me talk to Carlos."

While waiting for the 12-year-old, he thought of the boy's last comment. He was desperate for a new life. He guessed the boy wanted to put the horrors of the past behind him and start anew. He had seen people interested in adopting him come and go. The rejection was becoming part of his life.

Carlos arrived as this was just the fourth time both man and boy had met. The conversation between John and Carlos flowed back and forth. Again, any sexual innuendo was avoided, but there appeared to be one subject that concerned the 12-year-old.

"Do you like Raphael?" the boy asked.

"Yes, I do, and I like you too," getting a smile in return.

"You wouldn't split us up, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't. I know how much you went through together and how close you are and how much you look after Raphael." The answer seemed to bring some relief to the boy.

"Because of that, both of you have to agree together on whether you want to live with me or not. If one doesn't want to stay, neither can the other and vice versa. I won't split brothers, especially as close as you two are." Carlos nodded his head in understanding.

Peter was last. It was like talking to a wall. The boy just didn't want to open up. When John tried to place a hand on his shoulder, the boy pushed it away. "Peter, I know you're going through a terrible time having lost your parents. There's nothing you can do about that, but you'll always have them in your heart to remember. I used to have three boys your age that lost their parents too. Even when they grew up and left to live their own lives, I know they're always thinking of them." There was still no reaction from the boy. Maybe Troy was right; it was just too early for the boy to go to a new home. On the way out, he asked Sister Maria if Peter had started counseling.

"We tried to get it started, but since he won't talk, it's not of any help. Do you wish me not to bring him to you tomorrow? Unfortunately, the next oldest boy that's available is nine years old."

"No, Sister, I still want to try. Somewhere there's a crack, an opening. It's just a matter of finding it."

Later at the hotel, John kept thinking of the three boys. He figured both Carlos and Raphael were ready for a new environment. If the meetings continued as successful as they had been, he would announce to Sister Maria his intention of adopting them.

Peter was something else. He was so similar in physical appearance to Matt and, like Matt, so hard to crack open in the beginning. He felt the boy would make a welcome addition to Paradise Island, b ut he kept wondering if he was getting stuck on the number three. Three boys were initially his family until Joshua joined. Did he feel he had to start again with three boys? He was now 34 years old. Should he slow down a little and have just two boys instead of adding one with deep emotional issues that could disrupt life on Paradise Island? There were too many questions with no answers as he fell asleep.

***

The morning sunshine woke him up. For whatever reason, his first thoughts of the day were the implications of what he and Troy shared the afternoon before. Lam Sin's name had been mentioned on the raid of Lib Island two years ago. He knew he had a bad habit of over-reacting, so he tried to put his thoughts in perspective.

First, he, the Kalaukans, and the Ulanti together had gotten rid of Lam Sin and his men. The guards that accompanied the Oriental were all slain and their bodies disposed of in an area frequented by sharks. Only Lam Sin and two of his men entered the cave and proceeded to the room with the alien machinery that had taken John and Mike first to 19^th century London and then to ancient Rome. Convincing Lam Sin that standing in the white circle could activate the alien technology in a possible telepathic connection; all witnessed the bright light and the disappearance of the Oriental. Chief Haoa and Tarragona, who had quietly dispatched the guards at the tunnel entrance, had followed silently close behind in the tunnel. While the two guards were blinded, both were quickly killed and their bodies were taken to the surface and on to the yacht that Troy was to scuttle later. Immediately afterward, explosives were set at the entrance to the cave. A thunderous explosion rang out and everyone knew the entire tunnel had collapsed, sealing the secret of Paradise Island forever.

It was surmised Lam Sin was stuck in whatever period the portal had sent him. When he didn't return to Singapore, anxious moments were waiting to see if a major search would be made for him – but nothing happened. The guess was that panic would ensue within Lam Sin's empire if anyone thought he was dead. Since no word was being whispered about the demise of the Oriental, no further contact from Singapore was ever made regarding the boys of Paradise Island.

For John and everyone involved, the book had been finally closed on this evil man. No more boys would be kidnapped and abused for some sick perversion. For the next six years, until the last boy left to begin his new life, there was no further fear of the four boys being hunted.

There was still the rumor of the raid on Lib Island that resulted in the kidnapping of several boys and the killing of some adults. Although Lam Sin’s name was shouted out loud, John had no reason to believe the man had somehow come back from the past. Sadly, whoever it was who came to Lib Island left Carlos and Raphael orphans. No, until his body was ever found, it would always be a rumor to anyone who heard it that Lam Sin was alive and well. And he wouldn’t mention it to the boys in America. He told himself he wasn’t going to worry about it any further. For now, he was looking forward to another chance to relive the wonderful life he had before, but with three new beautiful boys. He got up, showered, dressed, and headed downstairs for breakfast thinking of another visit with the possible adoptees.

***

Before he left for the orphanage, John got a call from Troy, who told him his investigation had not come up with anything new on the raid on Lib Island.

"Thanks, Troy. Maybe it's an incident we'll never be able to get any further information about. I'm only interested in the extremely remote chance it was Lam Sin."

"I agree, but since this was a one-time random act and the only one in the years since we got rid of him, it's hard for me to believe he's risen from the dead."

John chuckled. "Yea, you're probably right. More than likely, it was an isolated incident unrelated to the man."

After the phone conversation, the man decided to try something different. Calling for a taxi, he had the driver take him to a McDonald's restaurant. (What city in the world doesn't have one?) There he spoke with the manager and placed an order for burgers, fries, and drinks for all the kids and staff at the orphanage with instructions on when and where to deliver.

When he finally arrived, he was told how anxious Raphael and Carlos were to meet him. "They seem so sure you are going to adopt them," Sister Maria told John. "You had only met them a couple of days ago. Don't you think it's a little too early to hint at any adoption? If anything goes wrong, this rejection will hurt them very much."

"I understand, Sister. I feel in my gut that these boys are the ones I want to make as part of a new family. I told Raphael yesterday that a long road lay ahead before adoption. It wasn't meant as a door to change my mind and let them down. I'm mainly interested in making sure this is what the boys want. Right now, I believe their main goal is to get out of this orphanage, but they need to understand there's a lot more to being a family than that. That's why I think a weekend visit to my island will determine if this is right for all of us."

In the courtyard was where he met with Carlos and Raphael together. Going into the same office they used yesterday; John asked them about daily life at the orphanage.

"We have school five days a week," Carlos began.

"And we have to pray a lot," put in the younger boy.

John tried to keep a straight face at the way the 11-year-old had shared that bit of information. Carlos enjoyed putting together model planes and told John he would bring the one he just finished the next time they were together.

"What do you like to do, Raphael?"

The boy gave the man a big smile and, with a twinkle in his eye, said in a low voice, "Skinny-dip."

"Raphael!" Carlos spoke to him in a stern voice, while John couldn't help but laugh, happy that a young boy felt comfortable about talking being naked in front of him.

Lowering his voice, John asked the boy, "Why do you like skinny-dipping?"

"I did it all the time when we live on our island."

"You did not!" Carlos shot back. Looking at John, the older boy tried to explain. "We washed on the ocean shore. Sometimes, if we got a good rain, a lagoon in the middle of the island would fill with water and we'd bathe there. Privacy was important as the men and boys went together and the girls and women afterward."

Trying to cut this off before it got too far and possibly uncomfortable, John commented, "I appreciate you explaining, Carlos. I'm hoping one day, when you feel up to it, you can tell me more about your life on your island before the men came, but it's not required to be adopted. You can share it with me six months from now, a year or never. It's up to you." The two looked at each other, then at John, and nodded their heads.

Then the excited voices of young and old were heard as John looked at his watch and realized the meal had arrived. "Let's go eat," getting puzzled looks. "You'll see."

As John and the boys exited the office into the courtyard, now filling with children setting up tables and chairs, Sister Maria rushed to the man. "There's been a mistake. Some truck is delivering all this food from McDonald's."

John smiled at the nun. "No, Sister. I wanted everyone here to have a special treat."

"We can't accept it. It must have cost a small fortune."

"Don't worry about it. I just felt everyone here would enjoy something you probably don't get to share in often."

"You understand John that this could be perceived as a bribe to facilitate your adoption."

"Sister!" John replied acting shocked. "If you truly believe that, I'll send the food back."

The nun stood there, her nose twitching at the smells of the burgers and fries piled high on the wooden tables and the looks of all the children ready to eat. Turning to John and then back at the children, the sister smiled. "Sister Katrina, will you say grace?" It took several moments before the children calmed down from the yells of happiness before the good sister could begin.

The afternoon was spent with Peter. John brought along the photos of Paradise Island as well as of the boys, mainly during their first year with John. "You see, Peter, it's a beautiful island and these orphaned boys loved it there. We made each other very happy. That's what I want you to be." The boy looked at each photo, not saying a word, but at least showing a little interest.

"I brought up to Sister Maria that I invited you to come to visit my island for a weekend to see what it's like. As you saw in the photos, you can have your bedroom–no sleeping in tents or huts or a dormitory. You can run around and do what you want. I want you to like the island, but I also want to use the visit for us to become friends and more.

"I want to allow you to start a new life with me on Paradise Island. I invited Raphael and Carlos too. They told me they liked you, even though the three of you haven't said much to each other. Sisters Maria and Katrina are wonderful people and they care for you very much. You don't want to live here at the orphanage all the time, do you?"

For the very first time, Peter spoke. "You invited Raphael and Carlos?"

"Yes, I did. They said they liked you but wish they could talk to you more."

"I don't like them," Peter stated with a firm voice.

"Why?"

"They do nasty sex stuff together when the sisters aren't around."

Bingo! So that was their little secret. Not much of one since Peter was aware of it. "Did you see them do nasty sex stuff?" John was curious to hear the boy's response to a sexual situation. The boy closed his eyes and didn't say a word. "Listen, Peter, Raphael and Carlos are very close because they saw bad men kill their parents and other grown-ups in the village. They took away many of the boys who were their friends. And close young friends like that sometimes share special secrets."

"It's a sin!"

"Oh boy!" John thought, "This is not going to be easy."

"We went to a lot of villages in the mountains and islands and I saw boys and girls, men and boys and men and girls having sex. My parents tried to tell them that it was a sin and to stop it. Some of the villages got mad at what they said and told us to leave."

"Sex has been part of many cultures for hundreds of years. It's not easy trying to change old customs and traditions. I'm sure your parents were doing what they thought was right, preaching the gospel to them and saying what they were doing was wrong."

John then tried another approach. "When you saw other kids naked doing sex stuff, did you get excited seeing it?" The boy gave the man a puzzling look. "Didn't your little 'thing' get stiff?"

There was an immediate blush on the boy's face, as John knew such had happened. "If I put my hand there, my mom would slap it away and told me it was wrong to touch it."

"Do you know why it got stiff?" getting a slow negative shake of the head. "Our bodies were made to enjoy sex, from a very young age up to an adult. Our thing, or penis, lets us know when it senses something you saw or touched, or even talked about as exciting. There's nothing wrong whenever your penis gets stiff or hard."

The boy was quiet, apparently digesting what he had been told. This was going against everything his parents had told him about sex being nasty, dangerous, and sinful. John finished, "Let's stop for today and I'll come back tomorrow and we can talk again if you want," hoping he hadn't scared the young boy. Surprisingly, Peter agreed.

"Don't mention anything about our sex talk to Sister Maria. I probably shouldn't have said anything. If you decide you want to live with me, we don't want the good sister to say no. Okay?" This time he got a smile in return. John left the courtyard to say goodbye to Sister Maria and stating he would like to come back tomorrow.

"How do you feel about the three boys?" she asked.

"I think we're progressing very well. Carlos and Raphael are fine boys and I think I might be getting through to Peter."

"Sister Katrina told me that Raphael and Carlos have been talking about you all afternoon, and I'm happy to hear that Peter is opening up. It's been a very difficult time for him. Maybe a man is what was necessary. We sisters might not have been the right choice for him to share any feelings."

"Having had boys his age living with me before, I've learned to accept who they are and search for that one common thread that opens the door and allows us both to feel comfortable and start a friendship, and more, that lasts forever."

"Nicely put, John. By the way, as part of the adoption process, I had to do a background check on you."

John thought his heart had stopped. A background check! It never occurred to him that despite his claim of having raised boys before that the orphanage would want to screen him to make sure he was a suitable candidate for adopting three boys. How far back did they go? If his prison record came up, Sister Maria would surely deny any request and ask him not to come back. He could swear he was shaking and pouring sweat, something the good sister would notice and get suspicious. Trying to sound as calm as possible, he replied, "Of course, Sister Maria. You wouldn't be diligent in your responsibility to these boys if you weren't 100% sure they were being placed in a proper environment."

"I appreciate your understanding John," then grabbing some papers in front of her. "I see you came upon your wealth as a result of winning some lottery seven years ago. Is that correct?" Getting an affirmative reply from the man. "Many months later, you purchased your island. You renamed it Paradise Island." Again, confirmed by John. "Troy stated you adopted three boys who were shipwrecked on your island. They were headed to Lam Sin's lair. You took care of them and protected them, homeschooling the boys and setting up college funds for all."

"That is correct and I wanted you to know that right from the start."

So Troy had supplied the sister with some additional background information on Matt, Chris, and Mike and how they ended up living with him. He'd have to thank him. "Yes sister, those were the happiest years of my life and I know the boys would say the same. He then realized all that over-reaction was for nothing. As Troy told him earlier, if there had been an issue about John, he wouldn't be sitting in Sister Maria's office discussing an adoption."

"And this fourth boy?"

"Joshua. I knew his family before I won the lottery. We didn't keep in touch after I moved out here. I found out later the parents had divorced and that the boy missed me. I invited him to visit and got his mother's approval." Of course, John had left a lot of information out, but at least he hadn't lied to Sister Maria what he had told her.

The sister nodded her head and put down the papers she was holding. "Troy has spoken highly of you. I have known him since he was a young boy. His character reference of you carries a lot of weight. I see no problem approving you as an adoptive parent. The real hurdles are the boys, especially Peter. This will be a traumatic change, hopefully positive, in their lives. My number one concern is to be sure they are emotionally ready for a new life. I'm sure you're hoping, as any prospective adoptive parent or parents are, that this process moves swiftly. I believe in this case, it will, but you must be patient."

"I understand, Sister, and thank you for your vote of confidence."

***

While most of the boys were asleep in their beds in the dormitory, Carlos and Raphael were hiding in a janitor's closet just down the hall. It was nearly pitch black inside the small room where mops, buckets, and other cleaning tools were hung on walls or neatly stacked. The two boys stood in the darkness, pants down, hands fondling each other's erections. This had been an ongoing ritual for several months since this hiding place was deemed a good spot to sneak off to at night while the other boys were asleep and the sisters very seldom came to check. The sex play was simplistic, just stroking each other until they felt a tingly feeling emanating throughout their bodies. Just recently, Raphael had felt small wetness in his hand as his older friend also enjoyed what they didn't know was called an orgasm.

"You peed in my hand again, Carlos."

"No, I didn't. It's something else."

The 11-year-old rubbed his fingers together. "It's slippery. What is it?"

"I don't know. It just started shooting that stuff out when you rubbed my cock."

"How come I don't shoot any of that sticky stuff," the younger boy wanted to know.

"Maybe you're not old enough."

"That's not it. You just don't make me feel as good as I do you," Raphael pouted.

"That's not true. You almost fell to the floor when you got that special feeling." Changing the subject while the boys pulled their pants up, Carlos asked, "Do you think John will adopt us?"

"I hope so. I think he likes us, and his island sounds like a wonderful place to live." Lowering his voice even more, he whispered, "John says we can skinny-dip any time we want."

Carlos was quiet for several moments as his mind thought through what his friend had said. "Maybe we can, but we'll never be able to do this again," reaching between the legs of Raphael. "John would think of us as horrible boys and send us back here. He must never know of our secret fun and we can never do this again if we go live with him."

"He has a big island. Maybe we'll be able to do this without him knowing."

The older boy smiled at his younger friend. "You like doing this?"

Raphael nodded his head. "It's the best feeling I ever had."

The 12-year-old hugged Raphael and simply stated, "Me too. We better get back."

As the two boys quietly slipped back to the dormitory and crawled into their beds, they were unaware that Peter hadn't fallen asleep. Shortly after the lights were turned off, he saw the two quietly leave. He knew what they had gone to do. One evening he followed them to the closet. He pressed his ear against the door and heard the soft moaning each boy was producing as they were masturbating each other.

Peter was aware of what they were doing. During the last two years, as he and his parents traveled from village to village, he discovered that such acts were common. The first time he witnessed such an incident, he had snuck away from his parents while they were preaching or teaching. Normally he was by their sides nearly every waking moment. Saying he was sleepy, they let him retreat to their tent.

Walking through the dense vegetation, he accidentally came across such a sexual encounter. At first, he was shocked to see two boys around his age lying down in the grass completely naked. He saw them using their hands, grabbing and fondling each other's cocks. Then one of the two boys would take hold of his friend's penis, place it in his mouth, and seemed to suck on it. As he observed what was happening, he thought that it was the most disgusting thing he had ever seen. He even understood why his parents sheltered him as much as possible from the 'sinful' acts committed by those 'unsaved savages.'

Over the next several weeks and months, he began to get confused. At first, he thought what he had witnessed was just a one-time incident, but during his travels among the islands, he would come across more and more men and boys, or boys and boys, doing the same thing, sucking a penis like it was a lollipop.

For a while, he just turned and ran away when he stumbled upon such a sight. One time, for reasons he never recalled, he decided to see why two boys did what they did. His eyes widened as he saw the boy whose cock was being sucked start to moan and squirm. He was enjoying the act being done to him! Then there was this big shuddering of the entire body and the boy would sort of go limp, eyes closed. Peter thought the boy had passed out, but several moments later the eyes fluttered open and a big smile would appear. Then the roles were reversed and the same scenario repeated.

It was witnessing these sexual acts that Peter realized his young cock would twitch and get hard. Without thinking, he would slide his hand into his pants and play with it. From then on, whenever he could get away, he would watch the boys of the village they were visiting to see if a couple would take off into the nearby woods. He would silently follow them and observe the 'sinful' act both would perform on one another, always resulting in his erection, followed by stroking and fondling the stiff shaft. It was that act he assumed Carlos and Raphael were doing in the closet.

John was right when he told Peter that the 'thing' in his pants reacts like it does when it detects anything sexual. He didn't want to admit to the man that it excited him or that he played with his cock when it got hard. Although he acted shocked and disgusted in front of the adult about what he knew Raphael and Carlos were probably doing, deep inside, he envied the two, wondering what it would have felt like if someone else's hand played with his shaft? Mostly, what sensations would he go through if another boy sucked on his penis?

As he laid in bed, thinking about it, his little cock grew stiff again. He played with it, stroking its short length and getting some nice feelings, but far from what would have been his first orgasm. He got tired after a while and soon found himself dosing off to sleep.

Chapter Three
Bonding

Later at the hotel, John went over the day's events. He was happy he could finally get Peter to talk to him, but he wished it had started with some other topic besides penis and erections. Tomorrow he would have to keep Peter talking but steer him away from anything sexual. He felt it was too early to make that the main theme between him and the boy.

But Raphael and Carlos, now that was a different matter. So they had been privately dabbling in some sort of sexual game between them. How long had this been going on? Had this begun before they came to the orphanage? Or was it a need to be closer after the deaths of their parents with their private sex as their way of helping put the horrors behind? Whatever the reason, he needed to tread carefully and let the boys be the ones, when they trusted him, to share their secret.

The telephone rang and John answered. It was his friend Troy. "I had a security friend I know to get me a copy of the official report on what happened on Lib Island. The few survivors they were able to interview couldn't understand the language the men spoke that attacked them, but two words were repeated several times that they vividly recalled…Lam Sin!"

***

John couldn't fall asleep. He lay on his bed, trying to grasp the implications of what Troy had shared. Lam Sin's name had been mentioned on the raid of Lib Island. He knew he had a bad habit of over-reacting, so he tried to put his thoughts in perspective.

First, he, the Kalaukans, and the Ulanti together had gotten rid of Lam Sin and his men. The guards that accompanied the Oriental were all slain and their bodies disposed of in an area frequented by sharks. Only Lam Sin and two of his men entered the cave and proceeded to the room with the alien machinery that had taken John and Mike to 19th century London and then to ancient Rome. Convincing Lam Sin that standing in the white circle could activate the alien technology in a possible telepathic connection; all witnessed the bright light and the disappearance of the Oriental.

Chief Haoa and Tarragona, who had quietly dispatched the guards at the tunnel entrance, had followed silently close behind. While the two guards were blinded, both were quickly killed and their bodies were taken to the surface and onto the yacht that Troy was to scuttle later. Immediately afterward, explosives were set along the entrance tunnel leading out to the surface. A thunderous explosion rang out and everyone knew the entire tunnel had collapsed, sealing the secret of Paradise Island forever.

It was surmised that Lam Sin was stuck in whatever period he had been sent, without a way to exit. When he didn't return to Singapore, anxious moments were waiting to see if a major search would be made for him, but nothing happened. It was eerily quiet. The guess was that panic would ensue within Lam Sin's empire if anyone thought he was dead, possibly a power struggle.

Since no word was being whispered about the demise of the Oriental, no further contact from Singapore was ever made in regards to the three boys. For John and everyone involved, the book had been finally closed on this evil man. No more boys would be kidnapped and abused for some sick perversion. For the next six years, until the last boy left to begin his new life, there was no further fear of the original three boys being hunted. No further news of boys being kidnapped emerged.

***

Sister Katrina greeted John as he arrived at the orphanage. "Welcome, John. The boys are most anxious to see you."

"Good morning Sister Katrina. Thank you. I'm anxious to see them. Where's Sister Maria."

"She went into town to the courthouse." Smiling at John, the nun continued, "She had to get the most current documents required to submit for adoption."

John smiled back. "Well, it's looking good. Each visit seems to break more walls down and to develop a trust that is necessary to live together."

"Oh look, there she is," the Sister pointed out as the nun walked within sight of the orphanage. Soon she was inside and greetings were exchanged.

"Good morning Sister Maria."

"Good morning John. Did Sister Katrina tell you the purpose of my absence?"

"She did. I hope this is a continued good sign of your approval of my guardianship of any adopted boy from here."

"I don't foresee any problems. In fact, after the surprise McDonald's lunch yesterday, every boy and girl here now wants to be adopted by you."

John couldn't help but laugh. "Well, please tell them I appreciate their offer. I'm just glad everyone had a good time. I do have a couple of requests, Sister."

"Go ahead."

"I'd like to take the three boys out with me today outside this orphanage. I thought I would take them downtown and savor the sights and sounds of the city."

"I don't see a problem with that; and the second request?"

"I brought this up earlier, but I would like to take them to spend a weekend at my island."

Sister Maria was quiet as she and John walked to her office. After sitting down, she looked at the man. "You understand that if I approve this, you will be responsible for them. For instance, if they get hurt or need medical attention, you will be financially liable."

"Of course, Sister. Any expenses incurred during their stay with me, I will take full accountability. I believe this trip will help further bond us together to determine if the four of us are compatible to make this long-term relationship a successful one."

"Very well. Were you planning on this coming weekend?"

"Is that too soon?"

"I don't believe so. I'll have the necessary documents prepared for you to sign before you leave for the day."

"Thank you, Sister. May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"How are you handling this COVID-19 virus situation?"

"A doctor comes here twice a month to check the children and staff. Fortunately, no one has been infected. Before you leave tomorrow with the boys, they will be tested to make sure an infected boy isn't going to your island. And they will be checked again when they return. Masks haven't been made mandatory yet, but I'm considering it for here whenever anyone goes outside or comes to visit."

"It's a good precaution. I wasn't worried about taking an infected boy, but glad to know they are clean."

"Sister Katrina will bring the boys to the courtyard. You know the way."

"I'll be waiting for them." Several minutes later, the three boys entered the courtyard. Spotting John, Raphael and Carlos quickly ran up to him, hugging him and getting one return. Peter held back.

"Hi John," the two close friends said together. "What are we going to talk about today?"

"Well, I thought we would do something different. Sister Maria has given me permission to take you outside and take a walk downtown."

"Really?" Raphael shouted. "The only time we ever go outside is if we have to see the doctor."

"We won't be seeing any doctors today. Peter, want to come along?"

The boy was silent. He hadn't spoken since arriving at the courtyard, reverting to his silent mode. It was Raphael who walked up to the boy, one 11-year-old to another. "Come on, Peter. You know we hardly ever leave the orphanage. It'll be fun." Peter looked at Raphael, then at Carlos, and finally at John. Slowly, a slight smile creased his face as he nodded his head. "Great!" Raphael shouted. "Let's go."

Fifteen minutes later, all four were standing outside the orphanage. "Where are we going, John," Carlos asked.

"I thought we would go downtown and see what's happening there."

He whistled to a passing cab. The four climbed inside and soon were on their way. John sat in the front seat while the three boys were in the back. Carlos and Raphael were a constant chatter. Occasionally Peter would point something out to the others. As he was witnessing the bustling city sights was such a contrast to the simple lifestyle he observed, having gone from village to village during his young life.

Soon, the people and noise of Majuro greeted them as they departed the cab. They had been left at the boat dock at Uliga. They watched several fishing vessels arrive and depart and were able to speak with many of the fishermen who showed them how they would go out and catch that day's yield.

Then another cab took them to the Amata Kabua International Airport. The boys were fascinated by watching planes take off and land. For Carlos and Raphael, this was their very first look at aircraft this close. During yesterday's McDonald's feast, Carlos had shown John the model aircraft he had put together from a kit. Peter recalled the occasional flight he and his parents would take to the Philippines and back. Travel to each island was usually by boat. By coincidence, Troy's helicopter was spotted landing and John led the boys to meet his friend.

"So, are these three boys the lucky ones who might come to live with you?" Troy asked as introductions were made.

"We're still talking about it. By the way, glad I ran into you. The boys are going to spend this weekend with me on Paradise Island. Could you take us there Friday afternoon and return us Sunday evening?"

"Of course." Looking at the boys, the pilot asked, "Have any of you ridden in a helicopter before?" getting negative shakes of the heads. "Well, you're in for a treat this weekend." The boys shouted with excitement. Even Peter couldn't hold his emotions. He was familiar with Airplane flights, but never one in a helicopter, as he too looked forward to this first.

The group went walking through the city from the airport as they passed one of the two supermarkets, Formosa, and later the larger one, Payless. For a late lunch, they ate at the Tidetable Restaurant. Sadly, the day wasn't long enough to travel to Laura Beach, considered a favorite tourist attraction, but it was nearly 25 miles away. As the sun was setting, it was time to head back to the orphanage. Their hands were full of souvenirs John had bought for them to remember this day.

Sister Maria was waiting outside when the boys finally returned. "I lost track of time, Sister. The boys and I were enjoying our time in the city."

"I understand," as the three boys kept peppering her with comments about the sights and sounds they saw and heard during the day. "Okay boys, off to your dorm. I assume you've eaten," getting positive responses. "So go take your showers and head to bed."

The three boys came up to John and thanked him for taking them out for a while. "It was my pleasure, guys. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

John followed the Sister back to her office. "It looks like the boys had a wonderful time. In two months, I never saw Peter this much out of his shell since he arrived here."

"It was good for all of us. Of course, life on Paradise Island won't be as exciting as today was. The main thing was to get the boys to interact with each other, especially Peter. He's been a loner. He needs to have friends. An adult would not be enough, especially living on an island."

"Very true. By the way, here are the forms you need to read and sign if you are still considering taking the boys away for the weekend. Also, here are the adoption forms. As you can see, like many bureaucracies, paperwork flows like water. Why duplicates and triplicates are beyond me."

John smiled. "Yes, that's pretty true everywhere, and I'm still interested Sister Maria in taking the boys home for the weekend. I'll read and sign them tonight and bring them back tomorrow."

As John walked back to his hotel room to check out later and meet Troy, he reviewed the day's events. He had carefully watched the three boys. Seeing the excitement in their eyes, the laughter in their voices, the way they pointed at sights and objects that grabbed their interests all brought back memories of the wonderful times he and the original four boys had in the early years. Later, as he lay in bed for a little bit, he tried not to think of them as beautiful sexual objects but couldn't. They were three very sexy-looking pre-teens. He already knew that Carlos and Raphael were playing some secret sex games. Peter had seen enough boy/boy, man/boy sex that he might not be shocked if such a life were introduced to him on Paradise Island. Well, maybe this weekend would shed more light on the boys' inner thoughts about sex. He wouldn't push the subject but let it sort of slowly flowing and see what happens. He read the documents given to him by Sister Maria and signed them. For 48 hours, he would have the boys all to himself. He was anxious to see what new revelations would emerge from that visit. Taking a cab to the airport, he met Troy for the flight to Paradise Island.

***

"You're pretty quiet, John," Troy finally broke the silence as the trip to Paradise Island was halfway over without a word being exchanged. "Are you having second thoughts about adoption?"

John turned and looked at his friend. "I'm sorry Troy. Just thinking. This is as big a life-changer as when Matt, Mike, and Chris landed on my island. I'll be responsible for their well-being physically and emotionally."

"So what's the problem? You did great with the last four. Look at them, attending college, preparing for the world ahead. Their success was based on you providing the emotional support young boys need. Even more in this case, as you had to protect them from Lam Sin. Nobody is after those boys now. These new ones are just three orphans wanting to have the word 'family' applied to them. Everything else will fall in place."

John didn't reply and Troy wondered if something else, a subject not discussed much between them, was an issue. "Does this have anything to do with sex and these boys? Does the week spent with them so far not given you any indication if they will be interested?"

The man gave the pilot a look. "I don't know, Troy. Yes, I love sex with young boys. Yes it would be wonderful if they were receptive to the same idea, but I'm not making a decision based on that. I honestly love the boys, and I know I'm being selfish in saying this, but I know I could convince them how wonderful sex can be, but it shouldn't be brought up until after the adoption when they are legally mine."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked such a sensitive question. Yet something is troubling you. Can you tell me?"

"Raphael is already sexually active. He's been playing some sort of sex game with Carlos. To what extent Carlos feels about what he and Raphael are doing is a big question."

"And that is bad news?"

"Raphael thinks sharing that knowledge with me will somehow negatively affect my decision to adopt him."

"It seems to me John, that the solution is simple. Tell him it's all right. There's nothing wrong and you look forward to sharing his sexual feelings."

"I wish it was that simple, Troy. It's the timing."

"Timing?"

"As I said, once there are legally mine, there will be no fear of repercussions if anything sexual occurs between the boys and myself. But somehow, I have to explain to Raphael that the way he feels is fine. I don't want him to think what he's doing is wrong. I don't want to discourage his sexual discovery.

"If I discourage him, it does lessen the chance of something being said over the weekend that might get back to Sister Maria, ruining not only the adoption but putting me in a possible spotlight as a pedophile. I went through that ten years ago. I won't repeat it. On the other hand, I don't want to sound like a hypocrite when the adoption is final and I talk sex to him."

"It seems like the practical and safest way to handle this is to make this weekend just a fun time for you and the boys with anything verbally or physically about sex being taboo."

"That's what I thought too. Since Raphael is concerned he may be rejected, I doubt he'll want to bring the subject up again. He'll have a miserable weekend thinking I'm pretending to like him when he feels it's an act and when we return to the orphanage, I will tell Sister Maria I'm no longer interested in adoption," as Paradise Island came into view.

"Missed it?" Troy asked with a smile.

"I did. I remember the evenings after spending the day on Kalauka Island having the time of my life; I was always glad to see the shoreline as I got close to home. Even though sex was going to continue among the five of us, somehow it felt so much better when in your bed."

"A strange philosophy John. Sometimes I wonder about you," as both men laughed as the craft touched the ground.

"See you tomorrow. Don't forget to have a cab available to take me to the orphanage and to bring us back to the airport."

I'll take care of everything," as Troy slowly lifted the flying bird and headed back to Majuro.

***

The excitement was growing within John as he awoke the next morning. The thought of three new boys living with him seemed to revive him. He hadn't felt this way since the original castaways landed on his island six years ago. A boy lover's dream had come true as Mike, Chris, and Matt quickly adapted to the sexual lifestyle he had always envisioned. Just a week ago, he had accepted the reality that lightning doesn't strike twice in the same place. Yes, Aukai kept offering John a chance to enjoy the young boys of Kalauka Island. Yes, the sex would be fun, but somehow not being 'his' boys tempered some of the available pleasure.

He recalled how he and the boys made several trips to Kalauka Island over the years. Each trip was memorable and John felt that he certainly must hold the record for having sex with more pre-teen boys than anyone else ever had. Although the men of the island occasionally had sex with the native boys, more emphasis was placed on the opposite sex and the prospect of marriage and raising a family as they grew into adulthood. Fauiki had married and had a three-year-old son. Although sex wasn't begun on any child until they were at least five years of age, Fauiki told John he would have the pleasure of starting the boy's training through fondling and other simple sex acts.

Even Aukai was seen more and more with a favorite girl with rumors that marriage was imminent. During one of the last visits John made to the island, Aukai shared his feelings. "I'll never forget the wonderful times we had. You will always be an honorable member of our village. Every boy here wants the privilege of enjoying some sort of sex with you." John thanked the new chief, but coming to this island without his boys just didn't seem the same, despite all the beautiful naked boy flesh offered.

After the last boy left Paradise Island and the weeks and months passed, he thought his pedophile life here was over. He would always have memories going back to Roberto, Joshua, and the last three. To repeat such a fairy tale seemed very unlikely, in fact, unimaginable. Troy's invitation to check the orphanage seemed like a long shot – now there was hope. Of course, desiring these three new boys to have the sexual drive and love of it like those before was pushing it somewhat. Based on what little he had learned during the week, he thought the odds were improving. In two days, they would be on Paradise Island to spend the weekend. It will be a good barometer to see what the future held if anything.

After a good breakfast, John waited for Troy. After the flight and ride by taxi, he had a spring to his step. Each previous visit gave hope that these three boys would be his new family soon. Everyone, even Peter, enjoyed the trip around Majuro yesterday. Again, he would spend several hours with them, trying to learn more and see if three diverse young personalities could congeal into one happy group.

"Sister Maria, here are the signed documents you require."

After making sure all 'i's were dotted and 't's crossed, the Sister smiled back at John. "Well, it looks like you have three boys to stay with you on Paradise Island for the weekend, and I'll submit these adoption requests today."

"Thank you, Sister. I'm sure the four of us will have a wonderful time."

"If I may ask you, John, do you think this visit will determine whether you wish to adopt the boys?"

"I hope so. I know I've only been with them for a few days, but it wouldn't be fair to them to keep this dragging on without them knowing for sure if adoption is a reality. I pray this weekend visit will work. I know the boys, especially Raphael and Carlos, don't need another disappointment."

"That's true. I hope you're not sensing desperation in Carlos and Raphael. I don't want you to adopt them out of pity."

"I don't sense that, Sister. Sure, the boys are apprehensive, but I believe there is a real connection here. Something I hope will prove itself over the weekend."

"Well, I'm sure the boys are waiting and anxious to see you. I believe they are already in the courtyard."

"Thank you again, Sister."

Sure enough, the three boys were waiting for him when he arrived at the courtyard. Both Raphael and Carlos rushed up to hug him. After they released him, John looked at Peter. "Come on; I need a hug from you too." Peter smiled and rushed to the man, also hugging him.

"That's more like it. If we're to be family, we have to be very close. We'll be living on an island. We need to depend on each other in many different ways. Now I have good news for you. Sister Maria has permitted you to come to Paradise Island for the weekend. It's official; we'll leave here tomorrow afternoon." The boys' excitement grew, knowing they would be flying to an island to spend two days.

Carlos had brought another couple of airplane models he had put together to show John. He asked the man if he could hang them from the ceiling like they're flying if he did end up having his bedroom.

"I don't see why not. There are two bedrooms that you'll use between the three of you. On some nights, you'll have the room to yourself. On others, two will share. You'll understand more when we get to Paradise Island."

Carlos and Peter looked at each other, not quite understanding what the man meant. They thought each boy would have their bedroom, but now on some days, they would share.

"Remember, you promised me a dog," Raphael wanted to remind John.

"I didn't promise that. As I said, the first thing is to see if we all want to live together as a family. Then we can talk about pets or anything else you've wanted." Raphael nodded his head in understanding.

"Now, today, we're going to try something different. Each of us is going to tell the rest of us why they want to live together as a family and what they look forward to most on Paradise Island. To make it easier, I'll start first," getting nods of understanding.

"Well, as you know, fate brought Mike, Chris, and Matt to my island. I had lived by myself for almost a year with my dog. When they landed on my shore, I found out they were orphans like you three. Somebody in another country wanted to adopt them, but these boys didn't want to go. So I hid them on my island until everyone quit looking for them."

The boys gave John a strange look. Why wouldn't he allow the boys to go to where somebody wanted them? Seeing their looks, John explained, "It's a long story and one day, I'll tell you everything."

"Over time, we found we had many things in common. We kept no secrets from each other. That was the number one rule. Sometimes secrets are hard to share. They may be something very personal you thought you should never tell another person. Or you're afraid someone would laugh at such a private matter. The best discovery you can make is to find out that another person has the same kind of secret as you have."

"What do you mean?" Carlos asked.

"Let's see if I can make this simple… let's say you like to play a game that only little kids play. You should have outgrown it and been playing games boys your age do, but it's something you enjoy and do in private, so you tell no one. You don't want to be embarrassed or laughed at if you share it, so it's a secret, but let's say you do share that secret and find out someone else has had the same secret? Now you have a new friend who enjoys playing the same game as you. Understand?"

"So you and the boys who landed on your island had secrets?" Peter posed the question.

"The four of us had plenty of secrets. So, in the beginning, it was hard to share them with others. Some of our secrets were very hard and very personal to share. And when they were told, some didn't like hearing them and got upset. Over time, we accepted each other's secrets and became even closer as a family. We found we liked many of the same things and that helped make us even happier. It built the trust we needed to live together."

"So do you think the three of us have lots of secrets?" asked again Peter.

"I don't know, Peter. Maybe you don't. You spent your time traveling the islands with your parents, seeing many customs and rituals. Some of what you've seen, you wouldn't want to share with anyone else, so you keep it inside, a secret.

"Look, guys, I'm not asking you to tell everyone any secrets you have. I am saying that if we live together, especially on an island, we have to trust each other 100%. The three of you have shared a lot about yourself this past week. I know it's just a small part of what your life has been, but it's enough for me to take a chance and consider adopting you, hoping I'll know everything else as we grow as a family.

"The same trust and love I had with those three boys I honestly believe I can have with you if you want. So the bottom line is that I want you as my family if you do. I've grown to love each one of you. I know my life would be happier if you shared it with me."

"I'm next," as Raphael raised his arm. "I got lots of secrets, some with Carlos."

"Raphael!" Carlos admonished.

John cut in, "We're not sharing secrets today. We're telling each other why we want to be a family. I mentioned secrets because we all have some and hopefully, we will feel comfortable telling the rest of us when the time is right."

Raphael became quiet for a moment. "I know I've lived in this orphanage for two years. I like the sisters, but I hate being here. I want a home where I can love someone who loves me. Your island sounds so wonderful. Carlos will be with me and I know Peter will like it too."

Carlos interrupted his young friend. "For a very long time, we had a counselor talking to us, trying to help us understand what happened to our parents and friends. No matter what she said, it was always reminding us of what we saw and heard. We want to get away from here, John. I hate seeing Raphael cry sometimes at night."

"I do not!"

"It's okay, Raphael," Carlos said softly. "This is one secret I want to share, so everyone knows how we can't forget what happened as long as we're living here. A new home and family will help us stop thinking about the horrible things we saw."

John's mind flashed back six years ago, the evening Lam Sin was disposed of. He was concerned about basically the same thing: how much carnage and bloodshed would the boys see and how would it affect them? Thankfully, they were spared that vision and never had to witness twenty men murdered and their bodies dragged off the island. The boys wanted the details, but the men agreed it was best to keep that information away from them. Over time, they understood what everyone was trying to do and thanked us for it.

"Coming to Paradise Island might help Raphael. All of you have tragedies you experienced. Knowing you're not alone in the hurt and pain you feel will make it easier to bear."

Everyone then looked at Peter, waiting to hear what he had to share. "I've been here for two months. Believe it or not, this is the longest I've ever been in one place except for vacations back in the Philippines. My parents and I were constantly moving. We never stayed more than a few days at any one village or island. I always slept on a cot in our tent. The only time I slept in a bed was when we came to Majuro to pick up more Bibles or supplies. I could never make any friends, as I wasn't in one place long enough. I don't know how to make friends."

John could see tears welling up in the boy's eyes. Looking at Carlos and Raphael, the 11-year-old choked up as he spoke. "I'm sorry I haven't been nice to you. I missed my parents so much and didn't know how to share that with someone. I know you were just trying to help." The two boys quickly got up and went to Peter, hugging him.

To John, this was a wonderful sight. The same tragedy of losing one's parents brought the three closer together. This was a different atmosphere than when the previous three boys arrived six years earlier. That emotion was primarily fear, as they knew someone was looking for them with the sole purpose of using them as sex objects. Even though Matt, Chris, and Mike themselves were orphans, they had accepted their losses. The fear of the future and its scary consequence occupied their mind more than the pain of the past.

"See everyone," John began, "maybe what Peter just told us wouldn't be called a secret, but by sharing it with us, it brought the three of you closer as you've all shared the same loss.

"Hopefully, other secrets or personal thoughts will be happier. I think we made a good start. We have a lot more ahead. The two days we spend together will build what we began today. Now I have to leave and get things ready for your visit. I won't see you until about 3:00 tomorrow afternoon. Make sure you pack whatever you need for two days. I'll pick you up by taxi and we'll go to the airport and ride Troy's helicopter to Paradise Island."

The boys agreed and thanked John, telling him how they look forward to the weekend. John wanted this to be purely an entertaining two days. He realized by talking about secrets, he was laying the foundation for sharing the biggest secret of them all, his desire to have sex with them, and they among each other. Even though they were under his jurisdiction for those 48 hours, the boys were not legally his. Any premature miscalculation could backfire. Word could get back to Sister Maria, who would surely withdraw any support for adoption, and it could involve the local authorities. However, Paradise Island was not under any country's jurisdiction, but it would prevent him from ever stepping on any of the Marshall Islands again. If he thought being alone was bad before, it would be much worse. If that wasn't enough, what happened next took the man completely off guard.

Little Raphael had hung back after Carlos and Peter left. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn't know how. His body turned several times as though he was telling himself this was a bad idea and that he should return to the dormitory.

"What is it, Raphael? Did you want something?"

The boy looked at the man, then ran and hugged him tightly. "John, I'm scared that you won't want me."

"Why would you think that? I said I loved all of you very much. I'm sure that after we're together for two days on my island, I'll love you even more so that I'll want to adopt you and make us a family."

"Carlos wants to live with you too. He says if you decide not to adopt us, it will have been all my fault."

"Your fault! How? You've been like a little angel."

"No, I'm not. I'm bad."

"Why are you bad?"

Raphael looked at John, slowly releasing his grip around his body. "I'm afraid to tell you. It's my biggest secret."

"I told you that we don't have to tell all our secrets right away. Some will be easier to share than others. This big secret of yours, maybe you should wait a while until you feel it's time to trust everyone with it."

"I know you said that, but if I tell you later after you've adopted me, you'll be angry because you'll find out I'm not a good boy."

"Raphael, you're confusing me. Why don't you keep your secret and share it later? I promise no matter how long you wait to share it or what it is; it won't change the love I'll have for you."

The boy started to put some distance between him and the man. John wasn't sure what he could say. Then the surprise came as the 11-year-old blurted out, "I do nasty sex stuff and I like it!" as he ran out of the courtyard.

***

Alone once again on his island after being brought over by Troy, John headed to the house. After showering and fixing a quick meal for himself, he sat in the living room – by this time tomorrow, three new boys would set foot on this island for the first time.

Would this be the start of a new relationship? All the pieces of the puzzle were there. They just needed to fit together to form that complete picture he envisioned. He thought back to that barb Troy had said on the way over about John wondering if the boys would be inclined to have a sexual relationship with a man, a now 34-year–old one."

All his pedophile life, he tried to justify his lust by convincing himself there was never any harm done to the boys. They learned about themselves and enjoyed being with him in bed. In the case of the last four boys, he tried to quantify the years of sex by the satisfaction that no harm had come to the boys. Even as grown men, they still loved him.

John got up and went to his computer. It was time to email the four boys, men, John thought to himself. These new pre-teens had the real possibility that they could be permanent members of Paradise Island.

***

"Are you positive about this?" a man asked the lawyer sitting across from him.

"Yes Sir. Since the scandal with Sir Roberts, every noble is going over their family history to make sure it is authentic. It's been compounded with the recent news that an early American president, Thomas Jefferson, sired a child through one of his slaves and was only recently revealed through DNA. Sometimes secrets can be hidden for a very long time before they are discovered.

In your case, as minor as this change was, it could jeopardize the legitimacy of your current title. As of now, I'm not sure why this footnote was made, who made it, and why. Until another original document shows up refuting this change, this could be considered official and accepted as fact. Sadly, there are no witnesses to explain this as it happened 200 years ago."

"What about the other item?"

"That's what makes this whole thing even more mysterious, sir. The letter is authentic. It doesn't make sense to make up such a wild story. If it's to be accepted as truth, it would be the most remarkable discovery ever."

"Besides trying to locate any relatives of one of these names, you haven't found anything else connected to all of this Mr. Layton?"

"No sir. It's puzzling."

The one asking the questions was quiet for a while…"There may be a grave that might partly confirm the forged changes if we could find it, and the location mentioned in the letter does exist today." There was another pause. Looking at his lawyer, he continued, "Thank you, Mr. Layton. I expect all parties involved to maintain the strictest confidence."

"Of course, sir. May I ask what your next move will be?"

"I'm not sure. I'll be continuing this on my own. I need to find out if this John person ever existed."

Chapter Four
Welcome To Paradise Island

"Raphael! Why did you tell John that? Now he won't want to adopt us. He'll figure I do 'nasty' stuff with you too. We had a chance for a good home. Now we're going to be rejected again."

Both boys were in a corner of the courtyard after John had left for the day. Carlos had noticed his younger friend crying and came to see what was the matter. He was shocked when told what the boy had revealed to the man. In an instant, he saw the best opportunity for a new home to evaporate. No one would ever adopt them. They would remain in the orphanage until they were too old and then tossed into the street.

"I'm sorry, Carlos. I like John and want to live with him. I had to tell him the truth."

"You could have waited until we were adopted. I'm sure he would have understood then. Now I don't know if we'll ever see him again. Why?"

Raphael had quit his sniffles and looked at his friend. "I think John wanted to go skinny-dipping with us on his island."

Carlos was exasperated. "You think John wants to adopt us just to skinny-dip with us?"

Rafael became serious. "I think he wants to do more."

"More? More what?"

"Sex."

'What makes you think that?"

"You remember the other couples who talked to us thinking about adopting you and me? Well, all they talked about was school and prayers and going to church. Not one talked about anything fun. John told me he liked skinny-dipping when I told him I liked it too. He told us about the fun we would have on his island."

Carlos was quiet for a moment. "Okay. Let's say John said that so he could see us naked and even be naked with us. What does sex have to do with it?"

"Think Carlos. John said he had four boys living there before, all our ages. Don't you think they skinny-dipped too? And I bet they did a lot more. It's an island! Who is going to know what anyone does on it?"

"You're imagining things, and even if the boys before did sex with John, what makes you think he wants to have sex with us?"

"We'll know pretty soon. He'll either be upset and mad at me for what I told him, or I'm betting he's anxious to get us adopted," the 11-year-old said with a grin. "We won't have to do what we like secretly in a broom closet anymore."

***

The following morning when John woke up, had breakfast, and made his rounds of the island to make sure everything was okay, he came back to find email messages from the four boys. "That was fast," he said to himself. He had just sent them the news last night about the possibility of adopting new boys.

John,

Great news about the boys you're interested in. From your description, they sound like a wonderful trio. I know they will enjoy the same love, happiness, and fun as we did. Send pictures and keep me informed when they become yours officially.

Mike

Hi John,

I was starting to worry about you being there all alone. The news of you thinking of adopting three boys from an orphanage made me feel better–I envy them. They will get to experience right from the start, the same special relationship I felt and couldn't get enough of while living with you and the others. This time you won't have to worry about someone trying to take them away from you. I can't wait to hear more.

Chris

Hey John!

So raising the four of us wasn't enough for you, huh? Now you want to do it all over again with three new boys? Just kidding. Raphael, Carlos, and Peter sound like a handful. Wish I could be there to see what happens during their first visit to Paradise Island. I'm sure once they experience what life will be like there living with you, I know they'll want to be part of your new family forever. Good luck.

Matt

John,

To be honest, I wondered when you would start thinking about helping some more young boys as you did us. They are very fortunate to have been chosen by you. The new open lifestyle that awaits will help them appreciate some of the special aspects of living with you they couldn't experience anywhere else. I wish I could see their faces when you take them on their first trip to Kalauka Island. Have fun.

Joshua

John leaned back on his chair and smiled. He wasn't sure how the others would react to the news, but he should have known they would approve and wish him and the new boys the best. Mike's reminder about pictures made him check his digital camera. He did want to begin a new photo album of the boys as well as send some stateside.

He hadn't planned any special itinerary for the boys during their weekend here. He figured he would let them explore the island, ask whatever questions, and gauge their reactions. He hoped 48 hours would be enough for everyone to decide whether they wanted to be a family, needed more time to think about it, or come to the conclusion it wasn't going to work.

Until if and when the boys accepted the sexual lifestyle he hoped to introduce them to, there would be no mention of Kalauka Island. John did want to repeat the regular monthly visits as he and the four boys had after the issue with Lam Sin, but only after they felt comfortable in their new everyday life.

Then there was the subject of Raphael's revelation yesterday and his fear that it would jeopardize his and Carlos being adopted by him. If Raphael knew how wonderful that disclosure sounded to John, he wouldn't have the least bit of worry in regards to being rejected. That he and Carlos were already doing some sexual exploration would make it easier to take it to the next step and reveal to them what he hoped would be the type of lifestyle he wanted everyone to enjoy. He had submitted the adoption papers but had yet to reveal that to the trio.

He realized, looking back to his conversation yesterday with Troy, that he was afraid of bringing up the subject of sex this weekend might backfire with terrible consequences. Since he was going to decide whether to adopt the boys or not, just in case, Raphael at least should know what lay ahead. It was risky, he knew. He wasn't so concerned about Carlos as there was a good chance he would embrace an expansion of his current sex play with his young friend. It was Peter he had to be careful with.

Even though the boy knew what went on between men and boys and boys and boys from seeing such acts while on his travels, it didn't mean he secretly wanted to experience that himself. His original reaction when he became aware of what Carlos and Raphael were doing wasn't promising. His comment on the acts being a sin was the same type of reaction Matt gave when the subject of sex was first brought up when he and the other two castaways landed on his island.

Most of the day, while waiting for Troy, was spent on the porch. He thought back to six years ago while looking for his dog that wandered off how he encountered Mike, Matt, and Chris. He realized that he couldn't use his experiences with those three boys, and later Joshua, to be the same template for another set of boys. Yes, he wanted the boys to accept life here and the sexual pleasures he hoped all would enjoy, but he mustn't pretend they represent a copy of the past and that events should unfold the same as before. These were three new personalities whose wishes and feelings must be respected.

As a veteran boylover, John thought that sounded nice having six straight years of man/boy sex; he felt all would work out well, even with Peter. All boys around that age experiment sexually, if not with others, at least with themselves. Although Peter hadn't admitted playing with himself, he did confirm his cock's reaction when he saw sex acts among the men and boys of the villages he and his parents visited. Although he thought what Raphael and Carlos were doing was sinful and nasty, John knew that was the result of his parents' indoctrination to the boy about such acts. If he has the same curiosity all 11-year-old boys have, at one time or another, he must have asked himself why boys do these things and if they enjoy it as they appear to be.

After much thinking, the bottom line, as if the subject of sex did come up during the boys' visit, he would be open and honest with them and let the three decide if and how they may wish to participate. He almost dozed off in the lounge chair when the sound of Troy's helicopter woke him. The craft was about to land. John quickly got up and headed to the helipad just as the pilot stepped out of his craft.

"Hi, John, ready for your big weekend?"

"Hi Troy, I sure am," as both boarded the craft and moments later was in the air heading to Majuro.

The pilot looked at his friend, "This is the most excitement I've seen on your face in a long time. Getting a new family is just what you needed."

"Thanks, Troy. Yes, it's part excitement and part nerves. Although I feel confident this will be a wonderful weekend for all of us, Sunday evening when we return is when I'll have the answer… before I forget, I've been meaning to thank you for your input to Sister Maria about my character."

"I've watched you and the boys for several years and despite any personal feelings I may have had about men and boys having sex, I never once witnessed anything that remotely implied the boys were not happy. I'm sure you want the same type of relationship with these new boys."

"That means a lot, Troy. Thanks."

"If I may ask, do you have any doubts or concerns, now that you're dealing with three new personalities when it comes to sex?"

"I was just thinking about that while waiting for you. I tried telling myself that these are three different boys. They are not duplicates of Mike, Chris, or Matt. The only thing all of them have in common is that they are orphans, no family, and no relatives. These boys can't be expected to act the same as the others did, especially if the subject of sex is brought up."

"Didn't you tell me there was some resistance from the first three when sex was first brought up?"

"Yes, there was. Fortunately, it only lasted a very short time. I nearly blew it right from the beginning. They had been forced to spend their last period at the ranch totally naked and even had to lay naked with the older brothers. All those memories were still fresh in their minds when I started talking about doing same-sex acts between the four of us. I think I've got a head start with Raphael and Carlos."

"I can understand Raphael, John. He admitted to you playing around with his friend. Do you think Carlos will want to admit such was going on? If so, continuing that with a grown man?"

"Good questions Troy. I hope to have the answers before this weekend visit is over." Looking at his friend, John shared a thought he had. "You know Troy, during all the years I had the four boys, you quietly accepted what was going on, and I appreciated that. Now that you know the same association may evolve with these boys, you still keep a quiet perspective about it all."

The pilot was quiet for several moments before he replied. "Remember, I have suspected something was going on for quite a while. I guess I didn't want to believe it, still having my nightmares recalling what Lam Sin did to me.

"Even after you and the boys admitted what the five of you were doing, I wasn't somewhat sure how to handle what you shared. At that time, the issue with Lam Sin was more important.

"Over the past six years, I grew to understand that what all of you had was a wonderful thing. Your sex was just an extension of the love between you and the boys. I never saw any indication that what was going on was harmful. I know society frowns on such behavior and you paid with three years of your life because of Joshua.

"I understand that the Lam Sins of the world represent a very tiny fraction of what happens between boys and men. I watched you take in these boys, care for them and even risked your life to protect them. The result is them attending colleges to lay out their new futures. Having seen it myself, how can I find fault with that sort of relationship? If this is to continue with these new boys, well, hopefully, over time they will discover how very lucky and fortunate they were to be adopted by you."

"Thanks, Troy. By the way, have you given any more thought to what you told me about the people on Lib Island mentioning Lam Sin's name?"

"Not really. I figured if it were a real concern, you would have said something. Otherwise, it was probably a scare tactic used to try to keep the village quiet."

"My thoughts exactly. At first, I was concerned that he could have somehow returned, but if he had, we would have known that by some act he would have done. It's amazing that after six years of no one laying eyes on him that people still think he's some mysterious person to be feared."

"He did command quite an influence. He was rarely seen, but the aura of him supported by the men he employed to do his dirty work seems to have survived as strong as ever," Troy concluded.

It wasn't long before the airport came into view and Troy landed at his usual designated landing spot. Nearby a taxicab was waiting. Turning to his friend, John spoke. "I'll be back shortly with the boys."

"I'll be waiting for you."

The taxi ride didn't take long; soon he was at the gate of the orphanage. John instructed the driver to wait, as he would be back with three additional passengers to return to the same spot where Troy and the copter would be waiting.

Sister Maria was waiting for him as he passed through the gate. "Good day Sister."

"Good day, John. I hope you're ready. I have three boys waiting for you, but I saw three different attitudes."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, Carlos seems the most excited about going. I would think Raphael would feel the same after spending the day with you yesterday. He looks like a boy who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar."

John's mind flashed back to yesterday and the boy's revelation that he was doing something sexual with Carlos and that he enjoyed doing it, fearing that jeopardized his chance at being adopted. "Well, a helicopter ride and two days on a private island should change that. What about Peter?"

"Well, Peter is Peter. What can I say? I think he's taking all this in stride."

"He's probably open-minded about the entire adventure before making any decisions," the man speculated.

"John, I do have a great concern about the boys," making John's heart skip a beat.

"What is it, Sister?"

"I hope you realize that after the McDonald's treats, the day spent with you in town and these two forthcoming days, that if you decide not to adopt the boys, how crushing that will be."

"Sister…"

"Let me finish, please. Most couples that come here and look or talk to these boys quickly make up their minds they don't want them. That is bad enough for the boys to understand. We keep telling them it's not their fault, that they are wonderful boys who will someday be appreciated for who they are.

"For Carlos and Raphael, this has been going on for almost two years. When prospective parents learn of their background, they are afraid of future psychological issues on how they became orphans. You have spent more time with these boys than all the other potential candidates combined.

"Like I told you before, I'm not pushing them on you. Based on what you told me, the three previous boys came to you, though unexpectedly. Now it is you coming to these three. If this weekend visit hasn't convinced you that they are what you want, I can't allow you to continue seeing them and raising false hopes. I will withdraw the adoption papers."

"Sister Maria, I can tell you now that I do want to adopt Raphael, Carlos, and Peter. That is a certainty–but I need to know that they want me. To use your saying, I don't want to push myself on them. They must 'want' to live with me, not just to get away from here, but because there is a desire to bond together as a family. I don't want to split them up, like taking Raphael without Carlos, or vice-versa. That's why this visit will determine if the three boys can live together as brothers, so-to-speak."

"I appreciate that, John. I feel there is great hope for the four of you."

"So do I, Sister."

Picking up a phone, the nun dialed an extension. "Sister Katrina, please bring the boys to my office. John is here to pick them up."

"Thank you, Sister Maria," was John's response.

A few moments later, the three boys entered the office. John immediately knew what the good Sister had meant about three different attitudes for the upcoming trip. Carlos was bubbling and excited, Peter looked indifferent and Raphael looked uncertain, giving him glances.

"All right guys, grab your bags and let's go. The cab is waiting."

Goodbyes were exchanged with the sisters as the boys left the orphanage and walked a few feet toward the waiting vehicle. John knew what he was about to do was already risky even before they left for Paradise Island, but he decided it was worth it. He held Raphael back as the other two boys entered the taxi's back seat after their bags were placed in the trunk.

"Raphael, what you told me yesterday, it's okay. I'm glad you like sex stuff. I like it too, especially with a good-looking boy like you." He hugged the boy and then put a finger to his mouth, indicating to the boy to keep it quiet. Carlos caught the hug and wondered what was going on.

Raphael looked at John with wide eyes. He couldn't believe it. It was okay to do sex stuff. And John wanted to do sex stuff with him! He gave the man a quick return hug before joining the others. The man got in the front seat and soon everyone was on their way to the airport.

During the trip to meet Troy, John looked back at the boys. Carlos was talking to Peter, who seemed to perk up somewhat. But Raphael was different. From a sad-looking boy in Sister Maria's office, the biggest smile was accompanied by brown eyes that twinkled. He knew he had one boy won over by the thought of not only knowing sex was acceptable but that a grown man wanted to enjoy it with him.

As John turned back to stare straight ahead, the next problem was the two days on Paradise Island. Now that Raphael was aware of John's desire, would he push for it during the next 48 hours? And if so, how was he going to handle the boy's advances?

"Hello, boys. In case you don't remember me from yesterday, my name is Troy. We're about to take a ride on my helicopter to John's island. Are you ready to go?"

Getting affirmative yells from the boys, everyone boarded the craft. Raphael gave John another quick hug, again observed by Carlos, but all that was quickly forgotten. Like a long time ago with another boy, Troy skimmed the waters as everyone looked out for jumping dolphins and the fins of sharks, fingers pointing here and there. Small fishing boats and large freighters were spotted. As they passed low over a few of these crafts, some of the crew waved their hands at the boys.

Soon, the outline of Paradise Island came into view. The excitement grew as features of the shore and hills became clearer. A few minutes later, the craft softly landed and three now more than excited boys were standing on solid ground. "Welcome to Paradise Island! I hope you enjoy your stay here," John told his new visitors.

"Well, I need to get going," Troy started. "Got a ton of paperwork that's been piling up all week. I'll see you Sunday afternoon."

"Thanks, Troy. See you Sunday."

John and the boys backed away as the blades gained speed and the copter lifted into the air and headed away from the island. "All right boys, it's just a short walk to the house, so let's go," as the three picked up their belongings and followed the man.

As they reached the bottom of the steps leading up to the porch, John couldn't help but have flashbacks of three dripping wet boys who had just landed on his island in a lifeboat. Climbing the steps, they were soon on the porch as the man opened the door and welcomed the boys inside.

For Peter, being in a house wasn't new to him. Every year he and his parents would fly back to the Philippines for their annual two-week vacation. They stayed at the home of one of his parents' fellow seminary graduates. It was a pleasant change, much better than a hotel in Majuro.

To Carlos and Raphael, it was like going to another planet. Except for the past two years spent in a dormitory, they had never been inside a real house, with a living room, kitchen, private baths, and separate bedrooms.

"All right boys, before we begin the grand tour, each one of you for this weekend has his separate bedroom" Walking down the hallway, John pointed to the first one. "Peter, this is yours." A few feet further, "Carlos, you have this one, and Raphael, you can have mine."

"But where will you sleep?" the 11-year-old asked.

"For the weekend, I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room. I want each of you to have the experience of having your private bedroom."

It was Carlos who asked the obvious question. "If we live together, how will the four of us share three bedrooms?"

"We'll work something out when it gets to that," John answered and then saw a mischievous smile from Raphael. "That kid catches on quick," he said to himself.

After everyone had unpacked their belongings, John took the boys around the island. They walked along the pristine sandy shores, entering and exiting various trails leading to the interior of the island. They saw the desalinization plant where the seawater was extracted and converted into drinking water, the power plant where solar panels provided the electricity that was stored in batteries for the island's needs. The tall communications tower was also pointed out. John explained that with recent cell phone coverage nearly worldwide, he didn't use the radio to transmit and receive messages as he did years before. The radio was now for emergency use.

The boys were fascinated with the hot springs, consistent warm water to sit in and relax. Each boy stuck his hand in the tepid liquid, amazed.

"It's like a Jacuzzi!" Peter recalled during one of his Philippine visits.

"I guess it is somewhat. The water here is calmer, but you can feel it rising from below as it's being warmed."

Again, Raphael gave John a sheepish grin as he recalled the man telling him how he liked to skinny dip here. Back to the shore and a look inside the octagon-shaped glass bedroom. Immediately the boys quietly thought that this was the fourth bedroom. Someone would get a view of the sunrise. The tour complete, everyone headed back to the house. John prepared a quick dinner and then had the boys gather in the living room.

"If you decide to live here, there will be chores you'll have to do, just like any other place. The desalinization plant, the power supply, and other areas must be checked daily. Without them operating properly, we could find ourselves without electricity or drinking water, and if we need a replacement part, it could be days before it arrives here.

"That's why you saw the batteries for backup and the tank that holds 250 gallons of water. We will all depend on that, so every one of us must share responsibility. Schooling will not stop. You will do your schooling on a laptop I'll give you connected to the Internet. We will set up a schedule for that, but the bulk of the day is yours to do with as you want. One important rule is that no one goes alone anywhere on the island. If one gets hurt, the other can come and get help."

"Are these the same rules you had before with the other boys who lived here?" Carlos asked.

"Pretty much. I want you to have fun and enjoy living here, but you must learn that being responsible is part of growing up, as well as education."

"Will we ever leave the island?" Peter asked next.

"Of course we will. Didn't you see the large boat moored there? I have special surprise trips planned for you, and once in a while, we'll have to go to Majuro for haircuts, check your teeth, shopping, things like that. I'm sure Sisters Maria and Katrina would appreciate a visit from you to ask how you're doing."

"How long have you lived here?"

"Well, Peter, it's coming up on almost seven years. Most of it was spent with four wonderful boys, whose pictures I showed you. As I mentioned before, when they grew up, they left to start college in America and begin their own lives."

"Are they coming back here?" It was a question from Raphael.

"Maybe they will for a visit. I've already told them about you. So I'm sure one day they will want to fly over here and see what wonderful boys I now have."

"Do we have to pray all the time like the Sisters made us do?" a more serious inquiry from the young boy.

The man carefully crafted his response. "I do not believe in telling anyone, boy or man, how to believe or how to pray. If praying is important to you or you feel the need to pray for whatever reason, that's your business. Whether you pray or don't doesn't affect how I feel about you. Does everyone understand?" getting affirmative head nods.

"Are you going to adopt us?" once again Raphael as though wanting to confirm the final step now that he knew John enjoyed sex also.

"I'll be honest with you. I told Sister Maria I wanted to adopt you. The adoption papers have already been filed with the court."

Before John could finish what he was saying, Raphael jumped into the man's lap, hugging him once more, again getting a puzzled look from Carlos. "Hold on! Let me finish. I want you here, but that's only half a decision. You three will have to want to stay here. This offer is not for a short visit or vacation.

"This is the real deal, guys, a home and a new life between the four of us. We've been acting like good friends so far, but living together is being much closer. Remember two days ago our talks about secrets. I have a lot I need to share with you if you decide you want to stay."

Looking at a clock on the wall, John announced, "It's getting late now and we have a full day tomorrow. So go take a shower and head for your bedrooms. Good night."

Goodnights were echoed back to John as two boys headed to their bedrooms. Raphael stayed back and gave John a long hug. "I love you," as he released his hold and scampered to his room. While Peter was using the hallway bathroom, Carlos, towel in hand, went to the bedroom Raphael was going to use with the intent of using the shower there. The younger 11-year-old was standing in his underwear, getting ready to use the shower.

"What's with you and John? I've seen you hugging him several times today. I peeked from the hallway and heard you say, 'I love you.' "

Raphael gave his 12-year-old friend a grin. Then he lowered his voice. "Can you keep a secret?"

"What do you think? You and I have had a big secret for the past year. What is it?"

"John says it's okay to do sex stuff."

"What? What do you mean? What did you tell him? It was bad enough that you told him that we did special things together. I wasn't sure what he meant when he said he wanted to do special things with us, but he didn't use the word sex. I acted like it was okay to share some secret fun. Then you brought up skinny-dipping. We've never done that, just took baths in the lagoon or ocean. Now you told him we were doing that stuff?"

"Quiet Carlos, or someone will hear us. I want John to adopt us. What you and I do is our biggest secret. I remember you telling me we could never do our fun stuff again if we got adopted, or John would think of us as nasty bad boys, maybe even sending us back to the orphanage."

"He still might," Carlos put in.

"No, he won't. He likes it too and wants to do sex stuff with me."

Again, it was an exclamation of "What!" from the 12-year-old.

"I didn't want our sex fun to stop once we were adopted. I didn't want to tell John our biggest secret, but he's been so nice and wants us to be his new family. I felt I had to tell him that I was a bad boy who did sex stuff and liked it."

"What did John say?"

"Nothing, I ran off before he could say anything."

"And that's where I met you in the courtyard and we talked about it?"

"Yes, Carlos. I knew by telling him our secret, I would hurt you too if he didn't want to adopt me as we had to be together."

"So, what happened with John?"

"Before we got in the taxicab he told me that it was alright to like sex stuff. He said he liked it too, especially with a good-looking boy like me."

"John said that?"

The younger boy vigorously nodded his head. "And I know he'll like to do sex stuff with you too."

"Really? He said that?"

"No, he didn't, but since he knows you and I do sex stuff and he wants to do it with me, he'll want to do it with you."

Carlos sat on the edge of the bed. "Wow! I never thought of doing sex with a man. What will he want to do with us?"

"I'm sure it will be fun stuff like we do with each other. Let's start now."

"What do you mean, Raphael?"

"Let's take a shower together. We could never do that in the orphanage."

"What if John catches us?"

"I hope he does," the mischievous grin displayed on the 11-year-old's face.

The 12-year-old thought about it for several seconds. He did like the touching and fondling he and his friend shared. He especially liked it when he felt really good as his cock squirted that sticky stuff. Now he could continue with those feelings as apparently, John had no objections and even wanted to play with them sexually. What sex games did John want to participate in? Seeing Raphael already naked in the bright bedroom light, as opposed to the dark closet in the orphanage, he felt his erection stiffen. Quickly stripping down, he and Raphael headed toward the shower.

John's assignment of giving Carlos the bedroom nearest the master bedroom and shower seemed to be working out. The man saw Carlos enter Raphael's room and close the door. He was sure the younger boy would share with his friend the comments he made to him before they entered the taxi. John was hoping that if the two boys talked about his desire to have sex with them, it would be easier to make their own decisions without any input or perceived pressure from him. He thought the odds were good that Carlos would want to try this new sex life and see what it was like.

Just before he turned off the lamp in the living room, John, out of the corner of his eye, saw Peter totally wrapped in a large bath towel, dash from the hall bathroom to his assigned room. The man smiled. If Raphael and Carlos were on board for a new sex life on Paradise Island, he felt confident Peter would be curious and not want to be left out. The next two days would tell as he fluffed up his pillow and settled himself on the sofa before falling asleep.

Chapter Five
The Weekend

John felt some movement next to him as he slowly opened his eyes. Sitting on the edge of the sofa wearing only his white underwear was Raphael. The man looked at a clock nearby and saw it was just after 6 AM. Outside, the sky was showing its first hint of the approaching daylight. John struggled upright to a sitting position. Like the boy, he had slept only in his undershorts. Lifting the blanket and inviting the boy to sit next to him, he covered both up to their necks.

"Good morning Raphael. You're up early. Did you sleep alright?"

"I slept well. Your bed is much bigger and nicer than what we have at the orphanage. I just woke up and couldn't go back to sleep. I'm sorry I woke you."

"Don't worry about it. Are you ready for your first full day here?"

"I sure am. Can I ask you something first?"

"Of course," as John wrapped an arm over the boy's shoulders, enjoying the soft touch of boy flesh for the first time in many months, feeling the 11-year-old scoot closer to him.

"For sure you are going to adopt us?"

"I think I've said it enough times that you are going to be my new family. The only ones who can stop the adoption are the three of you."

"Carlos and I want to live here with you."

John looked at the boy sitting next to him. "Carlos told you he wanted to stay."

"Well, he didn't say it exactly, but I know he does."

"How?"

"I told him what you said to me yesterday that it was okay to do sex stuff here."

"You did?" John tried to act shocked but was elated about this revelation. "Wasn't he upset that you told me yours and Carlos' biggest secret?"

"He was a little bit mad at me, but I told him you would like doing sex stuff with him. Will you do sex with Carlos and me?"

"Before I answer that," as the man started rubbing his hand down the boy's back, "what exactly have you and Carlos been doing that you call sex stuff?"

The boy blushed a little. He never had to describe to anyone before what he and his friend did in the cleaning closet. "We played with each other's things."

"First sex rule Raphael, it is called a cock, not a thing. Only little boys call it a thing. You're not a little boy, are you?"

"I am not," the boy puffed his chest a little. "Okay, Carlos and I played with each other's 'cocks'."

"What do you mean 'play'?"

"We make it hard and rub it to get a special tingly feeling at the end. When it happens to Carlos, he pees this sticky stuff on my hand."

John digested this piece of information. So the boys were just experimenting, jacking each other off. Carlos had hit the point where he could ejaculate some semen while Raphael was still having dry cums. Both had a lot to learn.

"Sounds like fun sex Raphael. You want to keep doing that after you're adopted?"

"Oh yes, and you can join us too. It will be lots of fun."

"Do you do any other sex game?"

The boy gave John a puzzled look. "We don't know any other sex games."

"Raphael, there are lots of different sex games you can play to make each other feel real good."

"What are they?"

"Whoa, slow down. First, we need to get through the adoption so you can be mine. When it's official, then we can start playing new sex games."

"Can I tell Carlos about learning new sex games?"

"You can if the two of you keep a secret for now. We still have one more boy yet to consider."

"Oh, yeah, Peter. What if he doesn't want to play sex games?"

"I think Peter will before we go back to the orphanage."

"Really? How?"

"That's my job, Raphael. I just want you and Carlos not to say anything and not do anything until I say it's all right to tell Peter. You promise?"

The boy nodded his head and jumped off the sofa, interrupting the back-rubbing John was enjoying. "Raphael has a lot to learn about what pleases a man," he thought to himself. The boy turned and surprisingly went into the bedroom Carlos was assigned to. "If those two boys, especially Raphael, don't keep their mouths shut, this weekend could be a disaster," crossed the man's mind. On the other hand, if Peter accepted his new lifestyle, a new adventure could begin that all four would enjoy for years to come.

After Raphael left John alone on the sofa, the man got up and put on some clothes. Heading to the kitchen, he started preparing breakfast. As the bacon and scrambled eggs were sizzling in the frying pans, the man smiled. It had been many months since he had fixed a meal for anyone else but himself. Again, his mind flashed back to the many mornings when the boys would join him at the table, talking about any subject, but always including sex. How they enjoyed the evening before with whomever they shared a bed with. As John laid four plates out on the table, he hoped history would repeat itself with these almost adopted additions to his life.

Boys never change. The smell of breakfast brought the three pre-teens out. Raphael and Carlos were giggling between themselves, while Peter looked wondering what was so funny. "Good morning, boys. On the counter, you'll find milk and orange juice. Help yourself."

Carlos and Raphael kept chattering small talk. Peter looked on quietly. John wanted to tell the two talkers not to forget who else was at the table but was afraid a response might not be what he wanted. So when breakfast was finally over, he told the two boys to go out and explore the island some more. Raphael and Carlos quickly dashed out the door leaving John and Peter alone. The man invited the boy to sit out on the porch with him.

"I love sitting out here, Peter–the view is so beautiful. For me, it was always fun watching the boys who used to live here before running in the sand and sometimes playing in the water."

"How long did they live with you?" The 11-year-old finally spoke.

"They all stayed with me for about six years until they were grown up. As I told you before, they are now in America going to college. If you stay here, over time, you'll get to meet all of them as I'm sure they will want to meet you."

Catching John off guard with the next question, Peter asked, "Were Raphael and Carlos talking about me at the table? They may act nice to me, but I know they don't like me."

"That's not true. They do like you. Remember Peter, they've been close friends for quite some time, especially living at the orphanage and before that, on the island they grew up on. It's just going to take a while for them to treat you like they do each other. You need to do your part. If you clam up and say nothing, what are they going to talk to you about?"

"I don't know what to say to them."

"Just saying hello and asking what they are doing and if you can join them might be a start. I know you told us how difficult it was to make friends traveling from island to island, but if you decide to stay here, that will end. You will have the same friends for a long time. So the closer the three of you get, the happier everyone will be."

"You're not going to let them do their secret nasty sex stuff here, are you?" throwing John off with that question. He thought about it for several moments before answering, anxious about the boy's reaction.

"They can do whatever they want, just as you can. That's the point of living here on this island. You can enjoy whatever you like or ever wanted to do. Carlos and Raphael told me they did sex stuff at the orphanage and liked it, but they were always afraid of getting caught. Now they can have that fun and know I don't mind."

Peter stared at John with his mouth half-open. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. "No!" was all the boy shouted as he ran back inside.

"Well, it's out in the open," the man told himself. "I've got until tomorrow afternoon to convince him that sex can be a beautiful thing." He thought that curiosity would win out over any initial objections since he already knew his fellow companions were being allowed to do what they want with his blessing. This was feeling like déjà vu as he recalled Matt being the lone holdout in the beginning. Now that Peter was aware of what could happen here, he held the key as to whether this weekend would open a door of sexual delights or one of many nightmares.

When Carlos and Raphael returned to the porch, John had them sit down. "Peter knows you did sex stuff at the orphanage."

"How?" Carlos wondered, his voice sounding a little alarmed. "We waited until everyone was asleep and we went to a cleaning closet and closed the door."

"I guess that Peter wasn't asleep and followed you. He probably heard you two talking and making noises and figured out what you were doing."

"He's going to tell the sisters when we get back," Carlos again with more nervousness in his voice.

"And Sister Maria won't let you adopt us," Raphael added.

"I don't think so, guys," John tried to assure the boys. "He's known your secret for a while. He could have told the sisters long before now." That got the two boys thinking.

"Then why did he tell you?" little Raphael asked.

"I'm not quite sure, but I think it has to do with what he witnessed many times as he and his parents went from village to village." So John enlightened the boys as to some of the sexual customs several different villages have, especially concerning sex. "For many of those people, sex has been a part of their lives for hundreds of years. Grownups and children did a lot of sex games together."

"Really? What kind?" from Raphael.

"That's a topic for another discussion. I was saying that Peter saw a lot of it during his travels and wondered why such things went on with men and boys and boys and boys. As you know, his parents were preachers. They were trying to tell these same people that what they were doing was wrong, a sin, and they told their son that too. Peter saw a lot of sex but was constantly reminded that what he witnessed was something bad that he should never do himself. So when he found out what you two were up to, he remembered his teaching and told himself what you were doing was a sin."

"So why hasn't he said anything to the sisters?" Carlos wondered, feeling a little less concerned about the discovery of what he and Raphael had been doing.

"I think he wants to know what this sex stuff is all about–he's curious. He's right now hiding behind the 'sin' wall. He knows you two have a special relationship between you. He feels left out. He thinks you don't like him."

"But we do like him, John. But it's hard to talk to him," Carlos explained.

John looked at the two boys. "Maybe he's waiting for you to invite him to join in your secret sex stuff."

Raphael and Carlos looked at each other, not sure how to respond. "Why would he want to do sex stuff with us?"

"As I said, he's curious–but he's also afraid. You just don't start talking about sex to anyone. He's upset because he knows you two have something special between you. Like Peter has shared with us, he doesn't even know how to make friends. If he can't do that, how is he going to bring up the subject of sex?"

"Do you think he wants to do sex stuff with us?"

"Unless we ask him, we'll never know. But it has to be done carefully, slowly, give Peter a chance to think over what we tell him. Don't push him. Remember, I raised four boys here before."

"You did sex with them?" Carlos asked.

John didn't want to reveal that until after the adoption, but now he was confronted with the question. "This was one of my big secrets I was going to tell you later, but I guess I can't keep it now. Yes, the boys and I did sex stuff together for many years and everyone loved it and couldn't wait to do more."

The two boys were silent for several moments. It was Raphael who asked a curious but straightforward question. "So you want to do sex with me, Carlos and Peter?"

"I had a wonderful six years with four beautiful boys who learned that sex could be a part of love. I was hoping it would be the same again with the three of you. All this was going to be shared with you over time. Like I said before, I had many secrets, and sooner or later, I needed to trust you with them."

Raphael got up, went to John, and sat on his lap wiggling his butt across the man's groin. "You said you wanted to do sex stuff with us. I want to do sex stuff with you. I want to do all the things you did with the other boys. How about you, Carlos?" The nodding of the head was the 12-year-old's reply.

"Thank you both. What I just told you must remain a secret until Peter agrees and after the adoption–then I'll share everything with you."

"What if Peter doesn't want to do sex stuff?" Carlos asked.

"Then we'll have to make some decisions. It will be difficult for Peter to live here if he knows the three of us are having fun doing sex and he doesn't want to. He'd be very unhappy and it wouldn't be fair to him."

"So you couldn't adopt the three of us?" Raphael jumped off the man's lap and stared at him.

"No, I'll adopt just the two of you if Peter doesn't want to live here with us." That got a sigh of relief from the young boys, "But we have to convince Peter not to tell anyone about our secret. If he tells Sister Maria, the court could reverse their decision about me adopting you and try to take you back to the orphanage."

Raphael looked at his older friend. "We have to make Peter want to stay and do sex stuff. We should talk to him."

"I don't know," hesitancy in his voice. Carlos continued, "I'm not like you, Raphael. It's hard to talk about sex like it's the normal thing. I want to do more of it, but talking to Peter, I don't know," repeating himself.

"The three of us will talk to Peter. I'll do most of the talking, but you guys have to help. I don't want him thinking a grown man is forcing him into something he may not like. He'll need to hear it from the two of you also. I'm going to fix lunch and call Peter to join us. There is to be no sex talk. After lunch, go and ask him to join you on whatever you're going to do, but again, not a word about sex. After dinner, the four of us will sit and discuss it. That will give Peter all night and all day tomorrow to decide before we return to the orphanage." The boys agreed.

As the afternoon sun began its descent, John nervously went over in his mind how he was to approach the subject of sex after the evening meal. Peter was quiet during lunch and it took a lot of persuading by Raphael and Carlos to have the 11-year-old join them as they continued exploring the island. The discussion they were about to have could either make or break how this adoption was going to work.

To start, John decided to have a barbeque. Afterward, they would light a bonfire, something that hadn't been done on the island for at least two years. With everyone enjoying marshmallows, the explosive topic of sex will begin. Although he wanted Carlos and Raphael to be included in the discussion, he had reservations about them saying something that could either frighten Peter or be taken out of context, thus convincing the boy that living on this island was a bad idea.

As John got the grill ready for the hamburgers, the three boys returned. Directing his question to Peter, he asked the boy what he thought of Paradise Island. "It's okay," was the small response.

"Didn't you find anything you liked?"

"It reminded me a lot of some of the islands my parents and I used to visit. Some of the people weren't too nice to us."

"You mean I haven't been nice to you?"

"Oh no!" the boy backtracked. "You have a nice island," not answering the question directly, which John let slide.

Nothing more was said as hamburgers were eaten and everyone seemed to enjoy the meal. John tried engaging Peter more in the conversation. "I'm glad you think I have a 'nice island,'" he began. "Wouldn't you like to live here?"

"I guess so," giving Carl and Raphael a somewhat strange look.

"Why aren't you sure yet, Peter? Is there something wrong? I want everyone here to be happy. Don't you think you could be happy here?" The 11-year-old was quiet. John decided to take the risk and bring the topic out into the open. "Is it because of the sex stuff Raphael and Carlos do? They like doing it. Instead of hiding in a closet as they did at the orphanage, they can do it here and know that it's okay to have such fun."

"But it's a …"

"Stop right there, Peter!" John interrupted. "Do you think Raphael, Carlos, or I should tell you what you can and cannot do? If you like people saying, 'Peter, you can do that' or 'Peter, you can't do that,' then you'll want to live at the orphanage for a very long time. The sisters will tell you when to get up, eat, study, pray, and go to bed. They would certainly tell you every time you sin–would you like that?" The boy slowly shook his head.

"Then you shouldn't tell others what they do is a sin or not. I wanted to give you a chance to live with me here because you'll be free to do pretty much what you want. In Carlos and Raphael's case, it's having their fun sex stuff."

"Don't you ever play with your cock?" Raphael asked. Peter was taken aback by such a direct shocking question. "It's a lot of fun. Carlos and I get lots of good feelings when we play with each other. We even did it in the shower together last night," causing John's eyebrows to rise as this revelation unfolded. He saw Carlos go into the younger boy's bedroom but didn't envision sex fun already in their first night on the island.

John then picked up the conversation again. "You told me you saw lots of boys doing sex stuff when you went to different villages. Didn't you ever wonder why they did it or why they liked it so much? I know your parents meant well while they were alive, but they are gone and you have a chance at a new life, where you can do something your parents would have never let you do. Doesn't that excite you?" Peter was quiet.

"Tell you what. Now that we're through with dinner, did you see that big circle of rocks along the shore that looked like something burned inside?" as the boys acknowledged they had. "Well, in the past, we used to light up a big bonfire and roast marshmallows. Would you like that?" Even Peter thought it was a good idea.

It wasn't long afterward that the three boys had gathered enough loose wood to get a roaring fire going. Pointed sticks were fashioned and soon marshmallows were being flicked on by the flames and then quickly consumed. John observed Carlos and Raphael chatting together while Peter sat several feet away. He called the boy over to sit by him.

"When the other boys lived here, we used to spend many evenings by this fire. It was just another way that made us feel closer as a family. I told you that living on an island, you don't have many secrets because it's hard to keep them when everyone gets to know each other so well."

Peter looked at the man. "I don't know," was all he said.

John tried another approach. "Will you tell me the truth if I ask you a question?"

"I'll try."

"Is it the sex that scares you or being naked in front of someone else?"

There was silence for a long while before the dark-hair boy answered. "Both."

"Okay. Now we know the real reason. Saying it was a sin was just a way of not having to deal with the fact of getting naked or doing sex."

"John," the boy began, then stopped. Then he continued. "I'm confused. I think I would like to do what Carlos and Raphael are doing, but I don't know how to talk to them about it."

"I understand. Would it be a little easier if the boys came to you and talked about what they did and ask you to play with them also?"

The boy looked at the man. Many emotions were flowing through him, pulling him in two directions–the many years of being told such acts were bad, against the curiosity to discover why so many enjoyed doing it. "They won't tease me, will they, because I don't know anything about sex?"

"I promise you they won't. Would it help if I stay?" Getting a nod of the head from the 11-year-old, John called out to the two boys. "Raphael, Carlos, would you come to sit by us, please?

The two quickly scooted over so that one sat next to Peter and one next to John. "Boys, as you know, because of the way his parents traveled from island to island, village to village, Peter never had the chance to make friends that he could see all the time like you two are. It's very hard to share games to play together, whether it is sports or something secret, like sex, when you have no close friend to do that with. It's not Peter's fault. His parents were missionaries and their job was to preach to as many people as they could.

" That preaching became part of Peter's schooling. I know that his parents were trying to raise their boy to be a good son and thought that what they told him would be the way Peter would grow up believing. Maybe had his parents lived, he would mature and possibly become a missionary like them."

The boys listened attentively. This was very important and everyone knew their future as a family hinged on understanding and accepting each other. John continued. "But Peter is now alone; this has been double hard on him. You, Raphael and Carlos, have had each other through the sadness you went through, and over time you grew very close and discovered certain things you both like to do, even if the sisters at the orphanage would have a fit if they found out," getting chuckles from the boys. "But whom did Peter have? Who could he turn to help him these past months?"

John then looked directly at Peter. "I'm sorry you've been alone. It's hard enough to lose someone you love, and it's even harder not to have someone to share your grief. It's been bottled up inside you. You're scared and you're angry. No boy or girl at the orphanage tried to be a friend. With almost all of the children there coming from nearby, you were an outsider.

"When the counselor started talking to you about accepting your parents' deaths, it just made you want to hide and be alone. Peter, why didn't you tell the sisters about what you knew Carlos and Raphael were doing? It wasn't because it was a sin, was it? You were mad because two friends could share such a special secret and no one would talk to you, much less be a special friend." Tears were running down the boy's cheeks as his emotions were bubbling to the surface.

"That's why this can be a very special place to live. You'll have two friends who will care for you and want to have you share the same fun they have, and I want you to be happy. This might be your only chance to have that."

Then Raphael almost blew everything out of the water when he blurted out. "Yes, Peter, John doesn't mind us doing sex stuff. He even wants to do sex stuff with us. He did it all the time with the boys who lived with him before."

Peter looked at John with tear-streaked eyes. "You want to adopt me so that you can do sex stuff again as you did before?"

John could have strangled Raphael at the moment but quickly tried to convince the boy what he could be missing. "Yes, after I adopted the boys that lived here before, we did all kinds of sex stuff together, the boys with each other and the boys with me. I showed you pictures of the four boys. It's only a very small part of all the pictures and videos taken, most of them while we were enjoying sex.

"I was going to start showing them to you after we became a family, but you told me that you saw men and boys doing things. Haven't you wondered why?" Peter was quiet, not answering. It wasn't a good sign.

"Some men find young boys very sexy and enjoy being naked with them and having some sexy fun. Like I told you before, many of the people you and your parents visited view sex as a very important part of their culture."

"John, didn't you say yesterday that I was sexy-looking?" Raphael cut in.

"Yes, I did. I think both you and Carlos are sexy-looking." Looking at Peter directly, John added, "And I think you're a very sexy-looking boy too."

The boy blinked his eyes several times, trying to understand what the man had just said to him. "You think I'm…sexy?"

"You bet you are, but that's not the only reason I want to adopt you and Raphael and Carlos. We four need each other. I've been lonely too since my boys left. I want to help and enjoy some new boys who would like a fresh start and a special life very few get to enjoy.

"Look, you're not stupid kids. You know most of the world doesn't approve of adults and kids doing sex together, and if they are caught, the older person goes to jail and the boy gets embarrassed and sent to foster homes or back to the orphanage where everyone knows what they did.

"If you think counseling was bad because of your parents' deaths, imagine people trying to tell you that it wasn't your fault, that you were tricked, and that the man was a horrible person. It's why I bought my private island. No one can tell me what to do here, and if some boys want to have a special life, they can do that knowing they are safe and that the secret stays on this island." John breathed a deep sigh, not knowing if what he had said got across to Peter.

Once again Raphael spoke; John wondered if he would say something to make it harder to convince Peter. Instead, he was surprised. "Peter, Carlos and I want to live here with John. We want you to live here too. Sex stuff is fun; that's why Carlos and I have been doing it for a year in secret. Now, we don't have to hide it. We can do sex stuff whenever we want." Then the 11-year-old looked at John. "Can we be naked outside the bedroom?"

"Raphael, I'm hoping the three of you will be naked all day long, inside the house, out on the beach, wherever you want," getting a huge grin from Raphael and a surprised look from Peter.

John continued, "The boys who were here, and I'll later show you the pictures, had an even suntan from head to toe." It just took a moment before the boys realized what the man meant. Being naked outdoors would give them a tan covering where a boy normally wears swim trunks.

John then looked at Carlos. "You've been quiet during all this. Don't you have any opinion about life here and Peter being a part of it?"

The 12-year-old nodded his head. "I want Peter to stay too, and I think sex will be more fun if he joins us."

The man then looked at the boy in question, "Well, Peter, we covered a lot tonight. All of us feel you'd be a great part of our new family, and once you get over your shyness about being naked and doing sex, I know you'll want to do it as much as you can. When you find out how much fun sex is and the great feelings you can enjoy, you'll never want to quit."

"John, didn't you say that there was lots of other sex stuff we could do?" again Raphael.

"I did, but we're rushing things. We need to give Peter time to think about what we shared with him." Looking at the boy once more, the man became serious.

"The decision is yours. You have a whole day to think about it before we go back to the orphanage. The adoption paperwork is already at the court. It's got your name along with Carlos and Raphael. If you decide you don't want to live here and have the life we're talking about, we won't be angry or upset. We don't want you here if you're going to be unhappy.

"But if you stay, we want you to be a part of our lives, and you know what that means. If you say no, the three of us ask only one favor from you, don't say anything about what you know to the sisters. Don't ruin what could be a good life for Raphael and Carlos because you didn't agree with how we want to live it. Do I have your promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay, let's put out the fire and head back to the house. It's late. Go take your showers and head for bed." Everyone got up and soon was heading for the house. As Carlos and Raphael headed for the master bedroom to presumably shower together, Peter waited for John in the living room sitting on the sofa.

"Anything on your mind?" as John sat on the recliner.

"Is sex that much fun?"

"You won't know until you try it."

"What if after I'm adopted, I don't like it?"

"I don't think that will happen. If anything, I see you wanting sex as much or more than Raphael and Carlos," getting a surprised look from the boy.

"Really? I'll like sex that much?"

"You've been curious about it for a long time. You've seen men and boys doing it on almost all the islands you visited. Why? There has to be some fun or good feelings for doing it. Wouldn't you like to know what it is?

"Tomorrow, talk to Carlos and Raphael. After all, they will be like your brothers after the adoption. Let them tell you more about how good it feels. Like I said at the bonfire, once you take that first step, you'll see what fun you've been missing and I'll bet you'll want lots more of those good feelings."

"You said most people don't approve of grownups and kids having sex. Why?"

"It's not an easy question to answer, Peter. Like I told you, many cultures believe sex to be a very important part of their traditions. Most boys start sex at a young age, maybe as early as five years old. Just like a grownup person teaches you schooling, only a grownup can teach you about sex. Over the years, many countries started saying that kids shouldn't have any kind of sex until they are usually 18 years old. Some of us don't believe that. My experience has shown that young boys can enjoy sex just as much as any adult. So why wait and lose all those fun years because some law says you can't? Sadly, since that 'is' the law. If you're caught, you go to jail, sometimes for a very long time. Sex between boys and men depends a lot on trust and secrecy. We don't have to worry about secrecy here, as there will only be four of us living on the island." Pausing for a moment, John then concluded, "Peter, I think you'd make a great part of our new family. Give the boys and me a chance to show that."

Peter got up and surprised John with a long hug. "I miss my dad, but I think you would be a good dad to me."

"I appreciate that Peter, but don't make me too old. Inside of me is a little boy too, just like you."

Releasing the hug, Peter said goodnight and headed to his bedroom. John leaned back on his chair. Well, it wasn't exactly the scenario he had planned for today, but considering how it went, he felt that the open conversations helped the boy to more fully understand what new life lay ahead of him. The boy would struggle with his thoughts. There's an entire childhood of being told one thing as opposed to one day trying to be convinced of the opposite. Although Peter seemed to be receptive to being adopted and living on Paradise Island, John wasn't sure if the sex factor would drive the boy into concluding that this life was not for him.

John waited until he saw Peter exit the hallway bathroom before entering and taking a shower himself. As he exited, he was surprised to see Carlos heading to his assigned bedroom from the master bedroom assigned to Raphael. He surely thought the two of them would sleep together. After a second night of using John's shower, it seemed the next obvious step was a night in the same bed. Well, they must have their reasons as the man headed for the sofa and prepared it to sleep. He was about to get under the covers, Raphael came down the hallway, clad in his undershorts and stood by John.

"What is it, Raphael?"

"I want to sleep with you."

Taken by surprise, but pleased, John answered. "I thought you and Carlos would want to sleep together."

"We will, but tonight I want to sleep with you."

"I'd like that, but this sofa is kind of small for the two of us."

The boy gave John a grin. "Silly, I mean in your bed."

"I'd like that very much. Shall we go?" as lights were turned off and the two headed to the master bedroom. The boy crawled under the covers, still wearing his underwear and John followed, turning off the light and plunging the room into darkness. A few seconds later, the 11-year-old was wiggling under the covers. Then in the dim light, a hand popped out from under the sheets holding a white boy's undershorts. John smiled as he saw the hand flick the shorts to the floor. Then Raphael gave the man a look as though asking him what he was waiting for. A few moments later, John's held his shorts in the air as he, too, tossed them to the floor. Then the boy snuggled close to the man draping an arm over his chest. It wasn't long before the soft sound of a boy asleep was heard.

It was a good thing that Raphael fell asleep as quickly as he did. He might have noticed the tent building under the covers as John's erection reacted to the sensation of soft boy flesh pressed against him. He thought how long it had been since a boy of that age was in this same bed with him. His cock grew harder, if that was possible, by the feeling of a stiff boy one pressed against his thigh.

In another bed, Peter, though, hadn't fallen asleep. He was experiencing some never before erotic feelings. For the first time in his life, he was sleeping naked under the sheets. When with his parents on their pilgrimage to the various islands, he would sleep on a cot in a t-shirt and shorts due to the heat and humidity. When in Majuro or the Philippines, it was a proper pair of pajamas. In the dormitory at the orphanage, the boys could either sleep in their underwear or pj's. Never had he spent the night naked in bed, and it was creating a feeling he had never felt before.

The soft linen was rubbing his young cock, causing it to grow hard. The boy couldn't help himself but reach down and touch his stiff rod. He grabbed it and let the soft spongy head slide along the linen. He couldn't understand why his body was reacting to just what the tip of his boyhood was touching, but he knew it felt good. He continued holding his cock and gradually moved faster and faster as he felt the urge to pee but held back. His body was shaking and experiencing a wave of pleasure never felt before washing over him as he jerked and shuddered to his very first orgasm, although a dry one. Of course, he didn't know what had happened to him, only that he never felt anything like that before. Was this what his parents were trying to prevent him from discovering? Why was something that felt this good be so bad?

As Peter came down from his orgasm, he wondered if this was some of the sex stuff Raphael and Carlos had been doing all this time in the cleaning closet? No wonder they liked it and was glad to know that John said it was okay to do it here on the island.

Although what he had just enjoyed a few moments was fantastic, he still felt a little unsure of doing this with the other boys or with a grown man. If he told them what just happened, would they laugh at him? His insecurity arose and he started having doubts. He knew he had to decide by tomorrow afternoon. Maybe if he felt confident asking questions about sex, it would help him decide whether this was what he wanted from now on. What he had just felt was great by himself. Would it feel that good with John, Carlos, or Raphael?

Chapter Six
The Decision

"I don't know son. Do you think it would be the best solution? After all, your background was different. Nearly a third of your life was spent with John and what the two of you shared."

"Mom, I believe it is. Over the years, I told you everything. I never held back. It took a little time because I didn't want to hit you with everything at once. I shared with you about Mike, Chris and Matt and the life we had together, and I recall your shock when I told you about the Kalaukans. Remember, John was willing to risk his life to save us from Lam Sin. To be honest, I'd give anything to relive that life all over again."

"Joshua, this is different. The reaction may be the opposite. I don't know if it will work."

"You're not in the best of health, Mom, and I don't have the time required. I need to go back to school and get caught up in my classes. I can't think of anyone else who can do it."

"What if your uncle and his wife find out?"

"They're divorced! They made their decision. If they had any shred of compassion, they should have thought about that before saying what they did to the judge. As far as I'm concerned, they have no say to what is decided."

"Well, Joshua, I must admit that your time with John made you a handsome responsible young man. A mother feels good knowing at least one son is going to college and make something of himself."

"Quit that, Mom. Yes, the time with John was the best any boy could have, but that would not have been possible if it wasn't for your understanding of how I felt and to let me live my dream."

"It did take some convincing, I'll admit. I can still recall that Lieutenant from Barstow wondering what kind of a mother I was to let you go and live with John. I'm sure if your father were still here, it would have never happened. But I could feel how much you wanted this and even though you were my baby boy and I'd miss you, I wanted what was best for you."

Joshua leaned over and kissed his mother on the forehead. "I'll never be able to thank you enough. So you approve of my idea?"

"If John will accept, I have no issue."

"Oh, he will accept. I'm sure of that."

***

On Majuro, Troy was working late, trying to reconcile his books and putting together the best schedule for time and fuel efficiency for his next round of deliveries. A small building that served as his office occupied a spot not far from where his helicopter was parked. He occasionally stopped to think of how glad he was that his good friend John seemed to be on the road to having a new family. He hoped that today had been a good one for the four of them. Tomorrow he would pick them up and return the quartet to Majuro and the orphanage.

Suddenly the door opened and Troy looked to see who had come by this late in the evening. He looked at the man standing in the doorway with shock and disbelief.

"Hello, Troy. It's been a very long time. Hope you haven't forgotten about your old friend after all these years."

"You…you can't be here. You're dead."

"But I'm not. I'm alive and here to collect on some old debts.

***

The man looked at a map of the Pacific Ocean, more specifically the area around the Marshall Islands. Enlarging the view south of Majuro, he spotted what he was looking for. It was a small square mile island. "So that's Paradise Island," the man said out loud.

He looked at the documents he had received detailing the owner of the island. He kept staring at the speck on the map. It didn't make sense. According to the documents and diary, John was at Langley Manor 200 years ago along with a young boy named Mike. No information could be found on the boy, but on the report the attorney had given him, John was the current owner of this island, having purchased it nearly seven years ago. The photograph that had been taken from the painting showing the man and boy caused the seasoned official to shiver. That compared with a passport photo he was able to obtain of John made it seem undeniable. The two were the same person. That had to be impossible.

"Who are you and how can you be such an important part of my life, both past and present?" he asked himself.

***

A movement beside John woke him up. It took a few moments for him to realize he was not in bed alone. As the cobwebs cleared, he began to recall last night when Raphael asked if they could sleep together in the master bedroom. He smiled as he recalled the final act as both climbed under the covers; John was wearing underwear as was Rafael. The two removed them and threw them on the floor, making both naked. Now he had awakened to confirm that a nude 11-year-old boy was in bed with him.

He was lying on his back. He slowly turned his body so that he could be on his side facing the sleeping form. With daylight entering through the windows and his face a few inches from the boy, John studied the facial features of the little beauty. Raphael looked so peaceful. His darker complexion was typical of the native surroundings. Yet purity emanated from the boy's face. That's why John thought boys were so beautiful. Even if he didn't sexually look at them, the smiling face, the bright eyes, the dimples, all couldn't help but make a man fall in love with them. Add to that their innocent personality and what boylover couldn't resist such a prize?

But the flip side of the coin was the sadness that in today's technological society, where anyone anywhere in the world could instantly connect with another on this planet to send emails, text, and pictures in the blink of an eye, boys are still treated as though they can't comprehend, rationalize and make their own decisions. For some strange reason, society thinks that at the age of 18 a switch turns on that makes them on the spot adults, that what they can now understand at 18, they couldn't at 17, 16, or even 12.

In many countries, some underage boys who commit crimes can be treated as adults and penalized accordingly, but let that same boy decide he wants to have sex with an adult and now he is considered incapable of making such a decision.

John let the four boys who lived with him before go surfing the Internet and view any web site they wanted. During their first year on the island, they were more mature than 99% of boys their age. He never held back their desire to view and learn whatever they discovered. Sure, they looked at porn sites, but not to learn any new techniques. They were happy with the sex they were enjoying and never saw anything that they felt would improve upon that. Many evening discussions centered on how the world viewed sex between adults and underage children. Sadly, very few parents, like Joshua's mother, understood that no harm came from an intergenerational sexual relationship if love and trust were the foundations of that association.

So as the man stared at the naked boy's face, he hoped that whoever decided to stay and live with him on Paradise Island would grow to have the same healthy attitude about sex and the ways of the world as Matt, Chris, Joshua, and Mike did. He felt a slight movement as the boy turned slightly, almost lying on his stomach. Ever so slowly, John raised the covers to expose the boy's backside. He resisted the temptation to rub or allow his hand to lightly touch along the smooth, soft-looking back as his eyes followed the fleshly delight as it reached the sight of two of the cutest ass cheeks imaginable. They were so perfectly formed. The man tried to visualize the tiny little rosebud buried between those flawless mountains that one day would invite his manhood to begin the first of many journeys into a land of warmth and tightness only a boy could provide.

"You like my butt?" a little boy's voice squeaked, startling John, who quickly let go of the covers once again hiding the erotic image.

"Ah, sorry Raphael, I…didn't… mean to…"

"That's all right. You said I was a sexy-looking boy. Does that include my butt?"

Recovering from being caught in the act, John smiled at the 11-year-old. "Yes, it does. I wanted to make sure your butt was as sexy-looking as the rest of you."

Still lying on his stomach, the boy threw off the covers, exposing his entire backside for the man to gaze upon once more. There were several moments of silence as John's eyes feasted on the sight for the second time of such beautiful boy flesh topped by a perfect little ass. The boy broke the quietness with a slight giggle as he asked, "Will my sexy-looking butt be part of the sex games you're going to teach me?"

John's hand hovered just a few inches above the two small mounds as he tried to calmly reply, "Yes Raphael, your butt will be a very important part of the new sex games."

The boy had turned his head so that he could see John's hand almost touching him. "Go ahead, I don't mind your hand on my butt."

Except for some of the younger Kalaukan boys he enjoyed during the last few visits to their island as the ones living with him grew closer to leaving for their new lives, this was the first naked boy this young in his bed in many years. He lowered his hand as his fingers gently touched the object of his fascination. It was a beautiful little boy butt. It wasn't flat like an extension of the lower back but had a slight little roundness to it. His fingers gently rubbed over one side, then the other, before giving each cheek a slight squeeze getting a slight moan from the boy who whispered, "That feels good, John."

The man smiled. He knew he had one firmly committed boy to the pleasures and delights of man/boy sex. He then used his second hand to hold one fleshy globe in each as he gently pried them apart to look at the eventual gate of ecstasy. The entranceway looked so small. One would think that not even the man's smallest finger could pry its way inside, but he knew from experience that with gentle pressure, the anal ring would accommodate his cock quite nicely.

Letting go of the boy's sweet buns, he laid back on the bed. The boy decided to take the next bold step and flipped over on his back, exposing his small 2 1/4" cock and the silky sack below wrapped around two tiny boy balls. Looking at John, the boy smiled as he asked, "Do you like my thing, I mean my cock? It got hard with you touching my butt."

"You have a very beautiful cock Raphael. I'm going to enjoy touching and playing with it a lot and showing you new feelings you can get from it."

"Let me see yours," as before John could say or do anything, the boy pulled off the covers, exposing the man with a very stiff boner. "Wow, yours is big and hard!"

"Yes, it gets that way when it's next to a sexy-looking boy like you," getting a slight blush from Raphael. Then the youngster took a closer look.

"All the men I saw at the lagoon when we took our baths had hair down there. How come you don't?"

"I decided not to have any. I wanted my cock to be as sexy-looking as yours. Is that all right?" The response was the boy turning over and lying on top of the man, his face inches from John, his little erection pressed into his lower belly.

"Your cock is between my legs," the boy giggled.

"It's going to be between more than that soon," the man thought to himself as his stiff cock felt the soft flesh of the boy with his mushroom head pressing against the lower cleft of the yielding cheeks.

"It feels good there. Is that all right?"

"I like it," a simple pronouncement that John knew was going to open the doors to many hours, days, and weeks of fantastic sex with this soon to be adopted child. The boy's innocence, yet willingness and eagerness to go further, couldn't make the man any happier.

"We better get up and get started with breakfast. Listen, Raphael, you can tell Carlos about us sleeping together, but don't let Peter know. Remember, he's still deciding whether he wants to do sex or not. All right?"

The boy said he would not say anything except to his friend. So man and boy got up and stood naked side by side. "We need to get dressed, but one day soon, I hope you won't have to put on any clothes if you don't want to," getting another one of those giggles. John was beginning to love this boy very much.

Surprisingly, Carlos was already up and waiting in the living room. He thought after two nights showering together they would sleep in the same bed. They couldn't Friday night as each had been assigned a bedroom and thought they better stick to it. But after all the sex talk yesterday, he thought for sure he and his young friend would share the same bed, something they were never able to do at the orphanage. After their sex play in the shower, the 12-year-old looked forward to continuing that fun, but Raphael said not tonight. When Carlos woke up, he heard voices coming from the master bedroom. Seeing that John wasn't sleeping on the sofa, he knew that Raphael and the man had slept together.

He wasn't jealous. He knew based on what his younger friend had told him that John wanted to do sex games with all three boys. He didn't know what the games were but figured John was showing Raphael one last night. He knew that once adopted, he would have numerous opportunities to be involved in whatever sex that the man had planned for everyone. Then the master bedroom door opened and the man and boy came out.

"Hi Carlos," Raphael greeted as he came to his friend and hugged him.

"Morning Carlos, hope you slept well?" coming from John. The boy nodded his head. "Well, let's get breakfast ready. We still have one sleepyhead yet to get up."

The sleepyhead in question, Peter, woke up to the noise from outside his bedroom. His cock was rock hard. His first impulse was to rub it against the sheets like the evening before and get that new feeling, but he resisted and got up instead. As he prepared to get dressed, he happened to look at the mirror standing near one corner of the room. He walked up to it and stared at himself. He couldn't ever recall seeing himself naked before. Mirrors were meant to check if you had your clothes put on properly, not to see yourself without any. Several questions flooded his mind as he continued to look at his image reflected from the mirror. He had seen several naked native boys during the visits to different villages and islands. He never thought of comparing his features to another boy. All the other boys were of darker complexion as opposed to his very white skin. Maybe he would be considered a freak or something if he were to stand naked next to one. He knew that he would easily stand out next to Raphael and Carlos. It was that fear of ridicule or rejection due to his complexion that added to whether he wanted to be a part of this new family.

He also questioned if he could participate in some of the sex acts he had seen boys and men do to one another. Boys would place their friend's cock in their mouth and suck and lick it. Never having done anything with his cock but pee, the thought of such an act seemed disgusting. Men especially seem to enjoy taking a younger boy's cock and giving it some oral attention. Despite his feelings of how dirty sucking such an object that just pees, he couldn't help but notice the reactions of those getting sucked. They moaned and made such noises indicating that they were enjoying what was being done to them. And it always ended when a boy shuddered as though he had just experienced a wonderful feeling. It didn't make any sense.

But then he recalled what his cock experienced last night. He couldn't describe it or why it happened, but he thoroughly enjoyed it. Is this the same feeling a boy could get, but instead inside another's mouth? Would he get the same sensation if Raphael, Carlos, or even John sucked and licked his cock? The thought continued to keep him hard.

Then another vision came to him. He saw boys who sucked the men and their large cocks had their mouths filled. It sounded logical that if the man gave the boy good feelings, he should get the same in return, but a consistent picture kept re-occurring. The man squirted some pee in the boy's mouth. He could tell as he saw boys swallowing as fast as his mouth was filled. Sometimes some of it spilled out of the corner of the boy's mouth. Peter didn't want to drink John's or anyone's piss. Maybe that was something one got used to as return visits to the same villages saw the same boys sucking and accepting what squirted from the man's cock. He began to understand why his parents tried to shield him from viewing such acts and his eventual conclusion that it was a sin.

Even if the 11-year-old could accept the oral actions he saw as part of life here on Paradise Island, the final sights witnessed were something he knew he could never participate in. For whatever strange reason, grown men liked to stick their cocks inside a boy's butt. Many times he saw some boys moaning as though in pain as the man slowly pushed his organ inside the boy. Some boys were crying and Peter knew it was from the pain. A very few seemed to look forward to pleasing their older friend, willingly bending over and accepting the large cock, usually making noises as though they were enjoying it. Peter reached around and gently touched his anal hole, a puckered, tightly contracted opening. He knew that there was no way he could ever get any cock, much less a man, like John's, inside him. The thought of the terrible pain involved frightened him.

So as the boy got dressed, it seemed that the decision of whether to stay or not seemed pretty conclusive. He could accept being sucked. He couldn't accept sucking and get peed in his mouth. He would never let John try to stick his cock inside his butt. It was one vote for staying and two votes for not staying.

The smell of breakfast and John and the other two boys talking greeted Peter as he exited the bedroom and headed to the dining room. The three greeted the boy. "Morning Peter," getting a weak response in return.

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" John asked. "You look tired."

Knowing he had to get this over with, Peter looked at the others at the table and made his announcement. "I thought about living here. I don't want to do sex. I don't want to be adopted, but I will keep my promise never to tell anyone about what you do here."

There was a quiet shock as John, Carlos and Raphael realized what the boy had just told them. "Why Peter?" John had to know. "What scares you so much about sex? You seemed comfortable about it last night. What changed your mind?"

"Please stay," Raphael began. "Carlos and I want you like a new brother. We don't want you to leave."

"Guys, let Peter finish his breakfast. Then he and I can talk so I can better understand why he came to his decision."

The rest of the meal was completed in silence. Peter felt the eyes of the others looking at him. Maybe they want to drink pee and have a big cock shoved up their butt, but he wasn't to let that happen to him.

After the meal as John and Peter went out to sit on the porch. Carlos and Raphael retreated to the living room. "I hope John makes Peter stay. I think all of us would have a lot of fun times together."

"What did you two do in bed last night. Did John teach you any new sex games?"

"No, he didn't. We took off our underwear and slept naked together."

"No sex games at all? So what happened?"

"John was looking at my butt. I told him he could touch it. He rubbed his hands over it and it felt good. Then I let him see me naked."

"What did he say, Raphael?"

"He said I had a beautiful cock and that he looked forward to touching and playing with it and showing me some new feelings."

"Wow!" was all the 12-year-old could say, wondering if the man would think the same of his butt and cock.

"I then saw John naked. He doesn't have any hair down there," pointing to his groin area. "He says he shaves it off to be sexy-looking like us."

"Do you think John will have some time with me before we go back to the orphanage?"

"Maybe. I guess it depends on how long he spends with Peter."

Outside on the porch, John was hoping it wouldn't be a repeat of yesterday when the subject of sex drove the boy away and back into the house. He thought he had made some progress last night at the bonfire, but something during the night caused the boy to believe he didn't want sex of any kind here.

"Peter, you understand that with your decision, once we return to the orphanage, I'll never see you again. I've grown to like you and it would be sad to say goodbye forever, but you're a big boy and I imagine you gave this very careful thought. If you're leaving us for good, at least tell me why. Raphael and Carlos wanted very badly for you to stay and be their brother. So don't you think they deserve to know why they are losing you? At least they and I want to know why sex scares you so much."

Peter squirmed in his seat. How could he describe what he saw? He had never talked about specific sex acts before in his life. His parents had caught him looking at the goings-on and lectured him about the sin those men and boys were committing and how important it was to teach them the Christian way. Curiosity made him sneak off and continue to look. He was trying to understand why some men and boys did what they did and, for the most part, enjoyed it.

"Let me ask you this question, Peter. Do you like Carlos, Raphael, and me?"

The boy looked at the man. "Yes, I like all of you."

"Then I guess it's strange that you like us and won't give us a chance to be family."

Looking again at the man, the 11-year-old spoke softly, barely being heard. "I'm scared of the sex stuff."

"What scares you about it? Maybe if I knew what it was, I could help you. Did you see some bad things that upset you? Some men don't care whether a boy likes what is being done to them, only that it makes themselves feel good."

"I saw some things I don't think I could ever do, even if the boys I saw liked it."

"Like what Peter, tell me. I'm not going to laugh or think something bad. If I didn't care, we wouldn't be talking now. I'd send you back and maybe pick another boy who wants a new family. Raphael and Carlos have been waiting for two years. You want to live at the orphanage two years or longer?"

"I don't know how to tell you."

"Okay. Let's start with being naked. Are you scared of being naked in front of the boys or me?

"I look so different than them."

"Oh, so your little cock is all shivered up and ugly-looking?"

That caused the boy to chuckle. "I'm so white."

"Is that all? You're lighter skin than Carlos and Raphael because of your parents, but I can see where all the trips and being outdoors has given you some tan on your face and arms. That makes you special. I look a little darker because I've spent so much time in the sun living on this island for many years." John didn't bring up the additional time spent on Kalauka Island naked all day long.

"Didn't I say I thought you were sexy-looking? How do I know if I was right telling you that if I've never seen you naked?" The boy started to grin. A good start to breaking down whatever was bothering the boy, John thought. "So does that means I get to look at a naked sexy boy like you anytime I want?" The man could see Peter blushing and maybe feeling a little uncomfortable about the thought of nudity. "I take that as a yes. Come on, let's go to my bedroom."

"What? What for? I didn't say I was going to take my clothes off."

John grabbed the boy's hand. "You want to leave us because of some silly fear of being naked. Well, I want to show you that being naked in front of others is nothing to be afraid of."

Peter started resisting, but the man was too strong and so he was led inside, past the living room where Raphael and Carlos were waiting and headed toward the master bedroom. "You two stay in the living room until Peter and I come back," as man and boy disappeared into the bedroom and the door shut.

"What's going on?" Carlos wondered.

"Maybe John is going to show Peter some sex game so that he will want to stay."

Inside the bedroom, John sat the boy on the bed. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a series of numbers. Soon a familiar voice answered, "Hello?" John then put the cell phone on speaker.

"Hi Matt, how are you doing?"

"John! Is that you? Hi! Good to hear from you. Did you get my email?"

"I sure did. Thanks for your support."

"No problem. You know how much we wished we could have stayed little boys and learn sex all over again, but I'll never forget the six years even as we got older. The first time is always a special memory you never forget."

"You must be reading my mind, Matt. I wanted to talk to you about that first time."

"John, your voice sounds like it's on speaker. Is that true?"

"Yes, it is. I have a special reason for calling you. I brought those three boys I told you about to spend the weekend here with me on Paradise Island to decide whether we want to live together as a family. I also made them aware of the sexual lifestyle involved, but not specifics."

"Okay. How was their reaction?"

"Well, Raphael and Carlos have accepted and are anxious to begin once the adoption is finalized."

"Oh! Oh! You mean one doesn't want to?"

"Yes, it's Peter. For some reason, he's afraid of being naked in front of others. Also, as I told you in the emails, he lived with missionary parents and saw many sexual customs that he's concerned about participating in."

"You mean like the Kalaukans?"

"More secretive, not the norms of lifestyle like our friends."

There was silence from the other end for a few moments. "I can see why Peter feels like he does. Nudity is difficult enough to overcome, but when you've seen oral and anal and not understand it completely, I guess it could be frightening to an 11-year-old boy."

"I think he's curious but hesitant and just a little scared. Matt, Peter is here with me in the master bedroom. I wanted you to talk to him. If I recall, you felt a lot like he did when the subject of having sex with me and the others upset you."

"I remember that. Hi Peter, I'm Matt."

"Hi."

"So John wants to adopt you. You're a very lucky boy. Next to growing up with your parents, you couldn't live with a better man than he. You know, Mike, Chris and I were orphans too. And while my parents were alive, they kept telling me how bad sex was, but at our last foster home that the three of us lived together, we were forced to run around naked and do sex things we didn't want. That made me hate sex. I'll let John tell you the entire story. When we landed on his island, he told us he liked doing sex with boys. I got really scared about it, remembering what happened before."

"What did you do?" Peter asked.

"I ran away and tried to hide." A chuckle then came through the phone. "Wasn't too many places you could hide on an island. Anyhow, John found me in the glass bedroom. He talked to me like I'm sure he's been doing with you. He told the three of us about his life. He was honest and open about it. Over time I learned to trust John and love him very much. When he showed us how good sex could be, we couldn't get enough of it. Honestly, Peter, I think we had sex just about every day for six years."

"It certainly felt that way, Matt." The man looked at Peter. "Six years we were naked and doing sex. Could it have been that bad if we couldn't wait to do it again? I remember asking myself each day who did I want to take to bed with me: Chris, Mike or Matt, and then later Joshua."

Matt then cut in. "Don't worry about what you saw with the other boys and men. There are right ways and wrong ways to do those things. What seems scary today will be something you'll want to do every chance you get. One last thing Peter, don't let this chance to live with John go by. You'll regret it for a very long time."

"Thanks, Matt. I think you gave Peter something to think about. We still have about six hours before Troy picks us up, so I know he will give us his final answer before then."

"Okay, John. Great to hear your voice."

"Same here Matt. Hope you'll come by for a visit soon."

"You bet. I'll want to have some fun time with Peter," causing the 11-year-old to blush again slightly. "Good luck to you Peter, whatever you decide." The connection was severed and John sat by the boy on the bed.

"There you have it, Peter. Matt felt as scared and confused as you did but later learned how much fun sex could be. Doesn't it excite you to think about running around naked all day with Carlos and Peter? And then learning and trying different sex games on each other to make you feel good?"

"Does sex stuff feel good?"

"You won't know until you try it. Raphael and Carlos want to learn. As you know, they were already doing some secret sex stuff with each other at the orphanage. If it didn't feel good, would they still be doing it and wanting to do it all the time while living here?"

"What do I have to do?"

"Are you afraid of the boys or me?"

"No! No!" the boy replied emphatically.

"Then will you think about your decision again? Ask the boys or me any questions you want. Of course, the real discovery of how good sex can feel won't happen until after the adoption is official. So your decision has to be based on trust."

The boy was quiet for several moments. Listening to Matt, he knew deep inside he wanted this. Carlos and Raphael were ready to play sex games. Matt had just told him that they did sex almost every day for six years! He knew it was his fear that was holding him back. He wasn't sure about the acts he saw men and boys do, but he knew John wouldn't force him or hurt him. The man wanted to do stuff with him, so he surely wouldn't do something to make the boy afraid or not desire sex.

"Hey, while I'm fixing lunch, why don't you go and talk with Carlos and Raphael. Don't be shy or afraid. They will tell you about their sex play, especially Raphael."

Peter nodded his head. Getting up and giving John a hug, he said to the man, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome."

As the boy left the master bedroom, John remembered that he wanted to take some pictures of the boys before they went back to the orphanage. He entered the living room to find no one there. The three had gone outdoors. He searched for the cell phone and headed outside. From the porch, he could see the three boys sitting together about fifty feet away along the shore. He decided to hold off on the picture taking. He felt that whatever the three were discussing at the moment was more important. He went back inside and prepared a plate full of sandwiches for lunch.

After his conversation with John and the surprise cell phone talk with Matt, Peter knew that he needed to talk to the two boys that had been experimenting sexually with each other for some time. At the beach, Raphael was explaining how he and his friend pleasured each other.

"Carlos and I would hold each other's cocks and rub our fingers up and down. It felt really good. The best part is after a while, the feelings go all over you. Your whole body feels like nothing you ever felt before. Carlos can now shoot some sticky stuff."

"It's called semen," Peter clarified, having read it somewhere.

"No matter how many times we do it, we couldn't wait for the next chance to go to that closet and do it again," Carlos added. "I know you would like the feeling. We do and I bet the boys who lived here before did it a lot."

Peter decided to open up and share with the two that were sitting on the shore with him what he felt as he rubbed his young cock on the bedsheet. At first, he thought it would be difficult to talk about sex in front of Raphael and Carlos, but as he continued his narration, he grew excited reliving the feelings he experienced.

Carlos thought about it for a moment. "I bet you got the same feeling we did but using a sheet instead of your hand. Did you like it?"

"I never felt anything like that before. My whole body was shaking."

Raphael gave Peter a questioning look. "If you liked it so much, why don't you want to stay and do more sex stuff?"

The 11-year-old took a deep breath to call up some more courage and then spent the next ten minutes sharing all the sex acts he saw during the visits to numerous islands and villages with his parents. It was those acts that scared him and were afraid he'd have to do here.

"No matter how much fun John makes sex sound like, I don't want someone to pee in my mouth or for him to stick his cock in my butt. Raphael, you saw his cock this morning. Would it fit inside you?"

The boy trembled a little as he thought about it. Did John want to do that to him? Is that why he liked his butt? "I know John doesn't want to hurt us. If he did that to the other boys who lived here before, they must have liked it. Maybe there's a way to do it without it hurting."

"I don't know," Peter spoke. "I guess it's scary when I think about it. So that's why I didn't want to stay."

"There's something we don't know about," Carlos, the oldest boy, was thinking. "We're missing something. Maybe what you saw is just part of the sex games John wants to have with us. I bet he knows lots of other ways to feel good, and I know he wouldn't hurt us."

"Let's ask him," Peter suggested. "I'll listen and if I like what he says, I'll stay and play sex games with you."

The boys had spotted John on the porch and waved for him to join them. Carrying the tray of sandwiches and four soda cans, he joined them.

"How's it going, boys?" The man greeted the group. "Have you learned more about each other?"

"I wanted to be friends with Raphael and Carlos, so I started to talk to them about sex."

"Very good, Peter. Did what they share sound like something you want to have the same experience?" getting an affirmative nod of the head.

"John," Raphael began, "Peter told us about some of the sex stuff he saw men and boys do. Do men pee in the boy's mouth?"

John laughed. "What you saw Peter, wasn't pee. It's what a man's balls make when his cock reaches that peak. That's what shoots out. A man loves a boy to suck his cock and swallow his sperm."

"You mean semen?" Peter asked.

"Yes, the same thing."

"How does it taste?" Raphael asked. "I've seen Carlos' semen and it's sticky looking."

"Taste it next time," John answered, getting a somewhat shocked look from the 11-year-old. "It's not bad tasting. I can't wait to taste Carlos' cum myself."

"Cum?" Carlos inquired.

"A more sexy term for sperm or semen, like cock is instead of a penis."

"You want to taste mine?"

"I can't wait. When a man sucks a boy, he gives him one of the most fantastic feelings, like what you experience with Raphael, only better. And the man gets his reward by tasting the sweet cream, as we call it, of boy cum."

"I can't cum," Raphael stated.

"I don't think I can either," added Peter.

"That's where a man's mouth tries to get those little balls of yours working so that they can start shooting that boy juice. A good sucking might be the trigger to make you produce cum, but even with a good sucking, your body might not be ready yet and you just have to wait until you're a little older."

"What about when a boy sucks a man's cock?" Peter wanted to know seeing boys return the favor to the men who just sucked them.

"Same thing. As you get better at it, so do the feelings the man experiences. When that what you call tingly feeling hits, he shoots his cum. There's just a lot more of it. It's a little thicker than a boy's, but once you get used to the taste, you'll like it and want more."

"Did the boys who lived here before suck you a lot?" Carlos wondered.

"Every day for years, there were lots of sucking and more. The boys would take turns with each other or me and I would suck them as often as I could. That's the beauty of having sex when it feels so good. You want more and more."

Then came the topic the three boys were most concerned about. "Did you want to stick your cock in our butts?" Raphael asked.

The man took a deep breath. "I know it sounds scary when you think about it. "How can a man's cock, so big, fit in my little butt? It will hurt too much. It will fit if it's done right. Your ass has a ring that can stretch quite a bit like a rubber band. Right now, on all of us, it's squeezed tight, but done carefully you can slowly stretch that ring so that a man's cock can fit inside. The first time or two may hurt. Your butt's not used to having something stuck inside it, but over time, it will stretch as much as it needs for whatever size cock wants to get inside. What may sound impossible now, after a while, you'll want someone inside because you feel empty and want that full good feeling again."

The three boys looked at one another. Were they going to like John's cock in their butts that badly? "Why does a man want to do that?" Peter wanted to know.

A man likes the warm tight feeling a young boy's ass can give his cock. He likes being sucked, of course, and shooting his cum inside a boy's mouth. But the best feeling of all is blasting his cum inside a boy's butt."

"That's the sex games?" Raphael wondered.

"Those two acts are the basics. There are different ways of enjoying each, but the result is the same. Whether you're old enough to cum or not, you want to finish with that great, what is called orgasm, feeling that you've had a small sample of."

The boys were quiet, obviously digesting all the stunning revelations the man had given them. To live on the island would entail sex on a near-daily basis, sucking cock and letting John stick his cock in their butts. Quite a lot to absorb with a short time left before Troy arrived to pick them up.

"It wasn't my intention of having this much discussion about sex this weekend, but I'm glad it happened. It would have been a very uncomfortable situation after the adoption to find out that sex wouldn't be a part of our new life. I had wanted you to know that a new good life awaited you. As you got settled in, then we could talk about it and start slowly living our new kind of life.

"I knew that Raphael and Carlos have already started some kind of sex game and Peter, having seen others do it, was concerned about it, but I thought with time, he'd accept it. So instead, I told you this weekend in a nutshell what is ahead. There'll be some nervousness, maybe a little fear trying something you've never done before. That's where love and trust come in. Did Peter tell you he spoke to Matt?"

"You did?" from Carlos.

"Yes. He told me how scared he was about doing sex until John showed him how much fun it was. And they had sex every day!"

"So there it is, guys. I've been open and honest with you. I love you and want to adopt you. Now that you know what lies ahead, you need to make a decision soon. Have you, Carlos and Raphael, changed your mind about living here."

"No way!" The younger boy nearly shouted. "Whatever you want us to do, I know it will be lots of fun and we'll get good feelings doing it."

John then looked at Peter. "What about you?"

"What I saw in the other villages did scare me some and my parents kept telling me it was wrong. But I want to have a new family. I want to have a new grown-up friend and two new brothers. I believe you when you say you won't hurt us and I know you love us. So I'll stay too."

"Yea!" shouted both Raphael and Carlos as they both reached out and hugged Peter. John sat quietly, the impact of the unanimous decision hitting home. He was about to have a new family. A trio of three beautiful sexy-looking boys was ready to call Paradise Island their home and to continue the tradition of man/boy sex established six years ago when Mike, Chris, and Matt first set foot on the sandy shores. Maybe the years had taken away the original foursome, but the clock had been reset and it was the dawn of a new era.

***

Everyone finished the sandwiches and soda. John had the boys stand up and with one photo with a background of the island and a second of the Pacific Ocean, he took pictures of each individually, in pairs, and all together. Then the three boys walked away a few feet and whispered among themselves.

Raphael came over to the man and hugged him. "I love you, John. Thank you. I promise I'll be the best boy you ever had." Releasing the hug, he looked directly at the man "And I'll do all the sex you want to make you feel good."

"Thank you, Raphael, but the four of us will make sex fun for everyone."

The boy released John and headed to the house. Carlos was next as he too hugged who would soon be his new guardian. "Thank you. I didn't want to make Raphael sad, but I was afraid we'd never get adopted, and I won't be scared of any new sex games we do."

John replied that there was no reason to be scared of any of it, that its purpose was to give everyone pleasure. Finished, Carlos followed his younger friend back to the house, presumably to pack for the trip back to Majuro.

That left Peter as he came and sat back down on the sand, John doing the same. "When you were talking to Matt, I heard him mention 'Kalaukans.' Who are they? I don't remember my parents and I visit an island with that name."

"A slip of the tongue, Peter. It was something I was going to tell the three of you once we settled down in our new lives and you felt comfortable with any sex we do. They are very special people. I'm looking forward to having you meet them one day."

"Okay."

"You sure about your decision to stay?"

The boy vigorously nodded his head. "I know you tried last night to help me understand that sex is fun, but the more I thought about it, the scarier it seemed. Talking to Raphael and Carlos made it easier to talk about it."

"I understand. Boys your age can understand better what you were feeling and then try to help you with whatever questions you had. That's what friends are for." Then Peter hugged the man and got up, saying he better pack too.

John took a deep sigh. What a week! Seven days ago, he had resigned himself to living alone. The circle, he thought, had been completed. He began his life here alone and he thought it was going to end the same way. But in just a few short days, he had met three wonderful boys needing a home and soon he would officially adopt them.

Reflecting, he recalled the concern about sex being brought up this early in the relationship and the possible consequences if word of such discussions leaked outside of the island. He now felt at ease, realizing that it was better to be open about it before the adoption so that the boys knew what life was going to be like once they settled into their new home. Well, tomorrow, he hoped the adoption process would move quickly for having the boys as his own. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but he felt confident as to its conclusion. He got up and headed to the house. Troy was due soon and he wanted to make sure the boys were packed and ready to go.

Chapter Seven
Past And Present

A gunshot was heard from the main office and a guard stationed down the hall rushed to the door and opened it. He froze in disbelief as he spotted a body on the floor, blood oozing from a wound in the back of the head. A few feet away stood a man who committed the deed, gun in hand.

"Mr. Lee, what happened?"

"It's now 'Master' Lee!" as the man pointed his weapon at the man who was now confused as well as frightened.

"Mr., I mean Master Lee. I don't understand. There is only one master here and it is Lam Sin."

The Oriental lowered his gun and started laughing. "You fool! Lam Sin has been dead for years!"

"That's impossible."

"Is it? Tell me Jarot, when was the last time you saw Lam Sin, laid your eyes on him?"

"I was never summoned to appear before him. All my orders came from Mr. Yang. I assumed he was carrying out the wishes of the master. I was told many years ago that the master was no longer interested in bringing any new boys here, that I was relieved of that assignment."

Chin Lee laughed again. "Yes, Mr. Yang did a very good job of acting as though he was the only one allowed to see Lam Sin face-to-face. In the meantime, he was running everything here and signing Lam Sin's name on every document. He kept everyone fooled for six years."

"Six years?"

"You're in charge of all the security in this organization. Did it ever occur to you that no one has seen this man, not once?"

"I never thought about it. Most of the men that have worked here for years never saw Master Sin. The stories they heard were sufficient to keep them in line. Just the mention of Wo Fat was enough to keep mouths closed. What happened to him?"

"He went out to pick up some young boys to bring here when his yacht mysteriously vanished. Mr. Yang decided to take advantage of the situation and made himself an invisible overall leader. I was the only other one that knew the truth."

"I remember that. For the men that went along, it would be their first time seeing Master Sin, but I never saw them again."

"And unfortunately, their last time they would lay eyes on him. The yacht sank to the bottom of the sea," pointed out Master Lee.

"But why did you kill Mr. Yang?"

"Wouldn't you like a raise, Jarot?"

"Of course, Master Lee. It's been many years."

"And it would be many years more if Mr. Yang had continued to run the business," getting a puzzled look from the guard. "We were losing money. Our drug lines were drying up. Our contacts in Mexico, the Middle East, and Africa were going independent. Raids were being conducted against our cocoa crops. I told Mr. Yang we had to expand, to get into another profitable enterprise, but he wouldn't listen."

"What enterprise was that?"

"Child slavery & prostitution, my dear Jarot. There's a demand for young boys to be slaves, soldiers, and sexual entertainment. Instead of a fixed location where our crops could be spotted, eradicated and authorities trying to determine who was running such an operation, jeopardizing all of us here, we kidnap boys from all over and sell them to merchants who peddle the flesh where needed. There's less risk of being connected to such an operation."

"Yes, we did that for many years. Most of the boys were brought here for Master Sin's pleasure and the rest, I was told, was for the pleasure of the guards on SP1. And Mr. Yang stopped that?"

"When Mr. Yang took over, his first order was to halt that part of the business. Without that income, we were losing money, especially as our drug trade continued to dwindle. This continued for four years. Two years ago I showed him how our profits were plummeting. Cartels were dominating growth and transportation, especially in South America. The price for whatever we could cultivate kept dropping. I pointed this out to Mr. Yang. I told him without some kind of new business or revival of an old one, something a living Lam Sin would have undertaken, we would slowly go bankrupt. I tried to convince him we could be making more money as we used to if we return to the business of selling young boys. He refused to do anything. He said he had had enough of boys being used when Lam Sin was alive. He was happy just lining his pockets with whatever little profits we were making. I could tell he was getting weak."

"What happened afterward, Master Lee."

"I knew I had to provide a demonstration of the profitability involved in the child trade. Two years ago, without his knowledge and consent, I sent several men to a small island in the Marshalls to kidnap some boys. When they were brought here, I contacted a merchant and sold them for a very good price. Unfortunately, the men got carried away and killed many of the villagers at the same time and shouting Lam Sin's name.

"When I told Mr. Yang what I organized and how much money we made, he was furious. He had the men I sent executed and almost had me killed. He said what I did endangered the entire Lam Sin empire that he was running. He threatened that if I ever pulled such a stunt again, he would have my throat cut. His attitude afterward toward me changed. He treated me like dirt. I took it for two years. Yesterday, he said he was getting tired of me and was going to replace me. Being 'replaced' is the same as a death sentence. So this morning I 'replaced' him."

"That is why my men were killed. I wasn't given any details except that they had mishandled some assignments. So you are now going to run the business and keep pretending Lam Sin is alive?"

"Why not? As long as we can keep the illusion that he is but a recluse, we can continue to find new sources of profit for everyone to share. There are many stories of men and women who drop out of sight for years just wanting to be left alone. That American who had the boys Lam Sin wanted is a good example."

"How much longer can we fool everyone that Master Sin is still alive? Sooner or later, someone will want to see him."

"Not if we do this right. Despite my hatred for Mr. Yang, I give him credit for maintaining this masquerade for all these years. I will continue this fantasy while making more money for all of us."

"And selling boys is part of it?"

The Oriental nodded his head. "Over the past two years, I have made contacts with several 'clients' who have customers waiting for boys in the 10 to 12 age group."

"The same group Master Sin told us to look for," Jarot recalled. "Not younger or older?"

"No Jarot, these customers are looking for boys who are strong enough to be slaves, young enough to be brainwashed into soldiers, and attractive enough to be sexually appealing. The 10 to 12 group fits all three criteria."

"Master Lee, what do you want me to do?"

Lee gave the swarthy-looking guard a long look. "If you can keep your mouth shut and do what I tell you, I'll make sure you get a larger bonus than the rest of the men. But beware; one slipup and you'll join Mr. Yang here."

"Yes, Master Lee."

"Now get rid of this body and clean up the floor to 'my' new office."

***

As everyone waited for Troy to arrive and pick them up, John was happy listening to the chatter of the three boys, soon to be permanent members of Paradise Island. He was most happy to hear the voice of Peter. Just a few hours ago the 11-year-old had told everyone he didn't want to be adopted and live with John, Raphael, and Carlos. The thought of participating in sex scared him.

His only perception was what he saw from a distance on various islands during the trips he made with his parents. He felt that somehow there was a barrier between him and the other two boys. But once that barrier came down and an open, honest discussion about sex began, the boy could now understand it from a different view. He was still apprehensive about some of the sex acts that would occur, especially between him and John, but decided the life here and the love and trust it included were worth taking the chance.

Soon the familiar sound of the helicopter could be heard and a few moments later Troy landed and everyone boarded. Shortly thereafter, the craft was in the sky again heading to its destination. Except for a few simple greetings, Troy had been quiet, something unusual for the pilot.

"Everything okay, Troy? You haven't said much."

"Sorry John, the business is keeping me busy and I guess it's affecting my sleep. I'm alright."

"Anything I can do? You know I owe you a lot for all the impositions I've made upon you ferrying me and now the boys back and forth."

"No, thanks for the offer. Seeing you helping some new boys is reward enough."

John accepted that answer, but the remainder of the trip was relatively quiet. Thankfully the boys kept silent. They weren't aware that Troy knew of the sex life John had with his previous family and the desire to implement it again with these three passengers. So they didn't want to say something to arouse suspicion. Soon, the Majuro airport became visible and the copter landed gently. Troy went into his office to call a taxicab while John and the boys waited outside.

Looking at the three handsome preteens, John gave some final instructions. "I have no idea how long it takes to get an adoption approved. In the meantime, there is to be no talk between the three of you about sex. You don't want to get accidentally overheard. Also, Raphael and Carlos, no more nighttime visits to the janitor's closet to play any sex games. No more sex of any kind until you come back to Paradise Island. I won't be able to see you much until we go to court. I can't keep asking Troy to fly me back and forth. He has a business to run, but I'll be thinking of you all the time. Everyone agree?" All the boys nodded their heads. The days would seem long until they would finally have a new home.

The cab arrived. John and the boys got inside. Troy waved goodbye. "I'll be waiting for you when you return to take you home."

"Thanks, Troy," as the vehicle sped toward the orphanage.

***

As Troy returned to his office, a voice hit him. "I see you like being around John and little boys. Has some of the old days rubbed off on you." came a voice from behind the pilot as he spun around to face the source of those comments.

"You! I told you last night to get out. I owe you nothing."

"I saved your life. That should be worth something."

"If that was true, it was 14 years ago. I heard later that Lam Sin had a death contract out on you and that you were finally caught and killed."

"You're right. The death contract was for not killing you like I was instructed. As for me having been killed, as you can see, it was greatly exaggerated."

"I don't believe you. Why was I supposed to be killed?"

"Let's sit down. I think it's about time you learn the truth."

Reluctantly, Troy allowed the man to grab a chair and sit, as he wanted to get this over and done with. "All right Dian, here's your chance. What can you tell me other than my memories of the horrors I went through with Lam Sin."

"I was the one who took care of you. Don't you remember?"

"I remember the times being dragged out of my room and taken to Lam Sin. It was either you or one of Lam Sin's henchmen. How many times did you take me to that monster?"

"I never took you to Lam Sin."

"Liar! You may have aged, but I remember your face. I hated you as much as I hated Lam Sin."

"Poor Troy. I can understand your confusion. You were in pain and terrified. And now, 14 years later, you're trying to recall what happened."

"I wasn't trying to recall anything. I have spent my life trying to bury those six months. It took ten years before I could find the courage to share what I went through with another person. No matter how hard I try, the three faces of those who were responsible for what I went through haven't been forgotten. I remember other boys arriving and also being made the playthings of Lam Sin. It was later, after those same boys disappeared, that I learned that they had been killed. How many did you kill Dian?"

"I never killed anyone, Troy. Hard as that may seem, that is the truth. I think it's time for you to know another part of the story about what happened while you were a prisoner of Lam Sin."

"Have you spent all these years making up a tale of how innocent you were," Troy said with disgust? "After I listen to this crap, you'll expect me to help you in some way?"

"You seem to think I've come with a tale, a story, a lie? Can you handle the truth? For once, listen before judging me."

"Go ahead. I doubt anything you say will make any difference."

Dian cleared his throat and began. "First of all, Jarot was in charge of everything concerning getting new boys to the palace. Lam Sin would direct him through Mr. Yang to get new boys and he sent his men out to kidnap them. They were held basically at SP1.

"When it was time, he would go out to the island and from there select a new group of boys to be brought back to Singapore for Lam Sin's amusement. After they arrived, others were responsible for their care. They fed them and took them to Lam Sin's bedroom whenever the Master wanted a boy. Several men were responsible for disposing of the boys after the man got tired of them."

"And you?" Troy asked, not convinced at all at what he had heard so far.

"You were my first assignment."

"Assignment?"

"Yes, Troy. You were different. All the other boys who ended up being Lam Sin's playthings were mainly from secluded villages or islands off the normal land and shipping routes. That way the possibility of any authorities being involved was minimal. The people accepted the loss for they feared the name of Lam Sin.

"You were a white boy from a country that was a close ally with the United States. You were in Singapore because your father owed Lam Sin a large gambling debt. Lam Sin wanted me to take care of you. He knew how cruel his men could be at times. Many of the boys feared their caretakers as much as they did Lam Sin. So I was 'assigned' to you. One of Jarot's men took you from your father to Lam Sin. During your time at the palace, I took care of you, and then it was me who brought you back home to your father."

"I don't remember much of what happened after I was used by that man. I figured I must have passed out from the pain and assumed either you or someone else brought me back to my room. It was just you?"

"Yes Troy, it was. After each visit with the Master, I bathed you and applied ointment where he…used you. I brought you your meals, so, understandably, you would equate me as some type of monster after weeks and months half conscience as you were most of the time."

"All right. Let's say you were kind to me. You still knew what was happening to the boys there. Maybe you didn't kill any, but as far as I'm concerned, you're just as guilty by association or as an accessory. Maybe you were nice to me. How nice were you to the others and later watched as they were taken away to be murdered?"

"Until I was assigned to you I did not know what was going on concerning the boys being brought inside. My prior job concerned security outside the palace. I worked directly for Jarot. I hardly ever went inside. He was the one who recommended me to Lam Sin through Mr. Yang to take care of you. Over the weeks and months is how I learned of the treatment Lam Sin perpetrated on each boy and by seeing your condition when I brought you back to your room, but there was nothing I could do about it. Had I said anything, someone would have cut my throat then and there."

"So putting ointment on my ass and treating me nice was how you saved my life?"

"No Troy, it wasn't. You had been there for six months, longer than any other boy had ever been. He was growing tired of you. Then the word came that your father had paid his debt in full. Lam Sin then gave me a new assignment. I was to take you out and kill you. Then I was to go to Majuro and do the same with your father."

Troy looked at the man in disbelief. "My father and I were to be killed?" Dian slowly nodded his head. "Why? Lam Sin not only got all the money he was owed, but he also raped me so many times I'll never be able to count. So why murder us?"

"Of course, I couldn't question the Master's orders. I figured that he must have felt you and your father still presented some danger to him. You knew of his pedophile behavior, the kidnappings, the murders, and your father knew of the various illegal operations in Majuro and surrounding areas run by Lam Sin."

"So what happened?"

"I couldn't do it. Having boys for pleasure is one thing. Torturing them as he did and having them executed was something else. This may seem hard to believe, but in the six months I took care of you, I had grown to like you. You and I never exchanged many words, but the looks on your face told me of the fear and pain you were enduring. You didn't deserve to die after all the hell you went through. You were still an 11-year-old boy with a father waiting for you and a whole life ahead. So I left Singapore with you and never came back."

"I don't remember much. Someone carried me most of the time. Then I felt my father's arms taking me, hugging and kissing me and crying the whole time."

"You weren't in any condition to travel, so we hid until I found a boat willing to take us to Majuro."

"You betrayed Lam Sin?"

Dian nodded his head. "You may not remember this, but after I got you to your father, I explained to him what Lam Sin wanted to be done to both of you. The three of us hid in another part of the city while I tried to find out how Lam Sin was reacting."

"He issued the death contract for not carrying out your assignment," Troy surmised.

"Yes, but just on me. There was nothing about you or your father. I guess Lam Sin reconsidered and decided after what both of you went through, you weren't a threat and left you alone. After a couple of months, you and your father moved back into your regular home. I stayed nearby in case someone was coming after you. When I knew you were safe, I went into hiding. I heard the rumors that I had been caught and killed, but I knew the death contract would always be valid no matter how much time passed as long as I was alive."

"So you have spent the past 14 years hiding from Lam Sin? Don't you think by now that he would have given up on you? You could have died anywhere in the world."

"He would not have been satisfied until he had proof."

Troy thought for a moment. "Let's say I believe everything you told me. Why are you asking for a favor after all these years?"

"I've been hiding among all the islands in the South Pacific. I've grown tired of running. I want to start a new life away from here. To do that, I need a new identity. I know you have contacts that can provide foolproof documentation that can get me as far away from here as possible."

"Whoa! Where did you get that idea?"

"Troy, don't take me for a fool. Hiding for 14 years doesn't mean I haven't kept track of what's been going on. I've watched you all these years. I have contacts too. Unfortunately, none that can provide me with what I need."

"So what makes you think I can?"

"You want to test me, don't you Troy," the voice getting a little angrier. "I tried coming here as a friend. I saved your life, and you keep jacking me around. If you don't help me, I'll start leaking some information you might find unpleasant."

"Now it's threats Dian? I'm telling you I don't know any such contacts."

"So how did John's three boys get to America without being flagged as the missing, kidnapped children?"

Troy remained calm. "The boys were taken by Lam Sin six years ago. What do you know about John?"

Dian reached into his pocket and produced photographs of the boys whenever they had to come to Majuro for whatever reason. He gave them to Troy. "And these are clones to fool everyone?"

"You are a son-of-a-bitch, you know that?"

"I wouldn't have stayed alive this long if I wasn't. Now to answer your question about what I know of John. I know he likes little boys. Lam Sin did come to Paradise Island to pick them up, but something went wrong. What happened to him afterward is still a mystery. The rumor was that his yacht sunk in heavy seas. The boys continued to live with John until they grew up and now John is getting new boys. What would be his adoption chances should news leak of his special lifestyle with little kids? And the way I saw them with you, I'm thinking you like them too."

"Get out of here Dian! I can't help you. And stay out of my life and my friends."

"All right Troy, if that's how you want to play it, I'm game," as the man got up and headed to the door. "You 'will' help me. How long it takes is up to you," as the door slammed behind the man.

***

Sister Maria walked out of the gate to greet everyone as the taxi arrived at its destination. The three boys were excited and all were trying to talk to the nun at the same time.

"Slow down, one at a time. Raphael?"

"John is going to adopt us!" the 11-year-old shouted with excitement. The sister looked at John.

"Yes, it's true. We had a wonderful weekend, got to know each other a lot better, and a couple of hours ago decided that what's the four of us want."

"Congratulations, John. I'm happy for the three of you. I will miss you, but I know you'll have a good home and a wonderful man to take care of you. Now go inside and get unpacked. Dinner is almost ready."

"Can I say something before the boys leave?"

"Of course."

"Boys, remember what I told you before we left the island. Keep your fingers crossed and pray we'll be a family very soon." All the boys hugged John. When they left to go inside, Sister Maria asked the man to her office.

"This is great news John, especially for Raphael and Carlos. They have been rejected so many times. And Peter, how did you get him to open up? I've never seen him talk so much, smile, or even laugh?"

"I'd like to think it was a different environment Sister. Please don't take this wrong, but as much as you try to provide a home for the children here, it's not."

"You're right. An orphanage was never meant to be a permanent home for any child. So none of the extras you find in a real home exist here, especially the emotional needs."

"That's why when we arrived on my island I saw a change, a transformation among the boys: wide-open spaces, a house, their private bedroom. They had a sandy shore with ocean surrounding them, trails running throughout. What little boy wouldn't want something like that?"

"I see your point."

"But that was only part of it, Sister. There had to be chemistry between the four of us. The island was the physical aspect. Trust, respect, and hopefully, love is the other. We had to understand that we were a unit, a family, and dependent on one another. Without that cohesion, especially on an island, it would never work. As you said, we had to have that emotional need."

"And you feel all that among the boys?"

"I think excitement and anticipation were more likely what made it seem we were a happy compatible group. I hope the foundation laid this weekend will build into that bond necessary for this to work for the long term."

"I can see John where the experience with your prior boys has helped you in this decision. As opposed to before when they landed unexpectedly and you had to start immediately being a parent and mentor, learning as you went along, this time you have prepared not only yourself but three new boys for what I believe will be a wonderful relationship."

"It certainly will be," John replied, then thought to himself. "Three new tight virgin asses ready for my pleasure. Yes, I will be a good mentor in teaching these boys all about sex." The man looked at Sister Maria. "Thank you for your confidence. I guess now it's just the waiting for the court date."

"Patience, John. Like any bureaucracy, there is the usual mountain of documents that will be screened, more so in this case as you are adopting three boys." The sister opened a filing cabinet and brought out three folders. "These folders contain all the information on each boy since their arrival, like medical checkups, their counseling sessions, and so forth. Then it's just a matter of waiting until a date is set to review your adoption request."

"Thank you, Sister. If I have any questions, I'll get back to you."

"Good enough, and again congratulations on wanting these boys. I know they will be very happy with you."

With greetings concluded, John left the orphanage with a bundle of documents in his hands and eventually flagged down a taxi to take him back to the airport. During the ride back, he looked at the paperwork he was carrying. How different this was from six years ago. The only paperwork needed with the original three was when it was time for them to leave the island. Their school transcripts, inoculation records, and of course, the passport, was perfect and they returned to the United States without any problems.

But now, a legal system in place required court documents for John to take the new boys home and call them his own. He had no concern about the final decision. He was just anxious to bring them home and begin their new lifestyle.

Troy greeted John when he arrived and they boarded the copter for the flight to Paradise Island. The man could tell something was bothering his friend. He tried to get him to open up. "Troy, I know there's something wrong. You were too quiet on the trip here and now the silence again. I've known you too long to think otherwise. You're not yourself. What is it?"

"I'd rather not spoil this celebration of you getting a new family with my problems. They can wait until after the four of you have settled into your new life. Hopefully, by then, I'll have taken care of it."

"Are you sure? You've always been there for me, especially when the going got tough. I remember when Chris broke his leg three years ago, you came immediately to take him to the hospital. You stood by us against Lam Sin. As a friend, I want you to know you can tell me anything. You know my secrets. If I can help, tell me."

Troy struggled with his emotions about saying anything to his friend. Then thought sharing it with someone would help find some answers to resolve it. "It's about a man named Dian and 14 years ago when I was a prisoner of Lam Sin."

John stared at his friend. "Fourteen years ago! My God, Troy! What could have been dragged up after all these years, especially with Lam Sin long gone and out of our lives."

So Troy told John about the visit late last night and the return one while John and the boys were heading back to the orphanage. He repeated what Dian had said about being assigned to him, never participating in the disappearance of the boys when Lam Sin no longer wanted them, and how he ended up with a death contract on his head for saving him and his father.

John was quiet for several moments, going over what Troy had shared. "So does this Dian know Lam Sin doesn't exist anymore."

"He says he still keeps abreast of what's going on even though he's in exile. He knows Lam Sin came to your island to get the boys and some misfortune happened. He knows the man is dead."

"So wouldn't this death contract expire with his death or disappearance?

Troy was quiet for a moment. "I guess it would depend on who's running the business now."

"Amazing," John shook his head. "Someone has been running his empire for the past six years and somehow convincing everyone that Lam Sin is alive and in charge. Yet this Dian, a fugitive so to speak, seems to know what's going on in the Lam Sin empire. So who is running everything?"

"Mr. Yang has been with Lam Sin as far back as I know. He was Lam Sin's attorney and closest confidant. If I were to make a guess, I'm assuming he's now running all the business and making it seem like it's coming from Lam Sin."

"So what did this Dian want from you?"

"He wanted me to get him a new identity so that he could leave the area. I told him I didn't know of anyone, but he didn't buy it. He knows Lam Sin never got your boys. He also knows they are in the United States and assumes false documents hid their real identities."

"Again, for a man that's been dodging a death contract for 14 years, he seems to know what's going on around here. His contacts must go way back and even stretches into the palace."

"He threatened to reveal some information that could be embarrassing if I didn't cooperate. I guess it's about my time as Lam Sin's sex toy or what he suspects as your sexual lifestyle with young boys."

"I'm sorry, Troy. It must feel like six years ago when Lam Sin threatened to release videos of what happened to you."

"For all I know, Dian may have them or access to them."

"As for revealing anything about my past, I'm not worried. I think he's bluffing. Taking a chance on going public would risk himself if there are still people searching for him," John surmised.

"You have any suggestions?"

"Give him what he wants."

"What?" Troy's voice seemed loud in the cockpit.

"Arrange for the documents to be made. I'll cover the costs. Better to let him have his new identity. He desires to leave the South Pacific. Then he will be as far away as possible."

"John, do you remember how much it cost six years ago to get new identities for your boys?"

"If I recall, about $100,000 each."

"That's right. After Dian left, I checked with my sources. Now they want $150,000!"

"Don't worry about it. Tell your sources they will be paid their asking price."

"I can't let you do it. That's why I didn't want to tell you about this. I can't ask you to pay that kind of money to help me."

"Troy, I'm your friend. You've done favors for me that I never thank you enough for. If this Dian is threatening to reveal some information, it might not only harm the boys in America but the new ones I'll be bringing home. I don't want to start this new life having to worry about someone hurting them in any way. I went through that with Lam Sin. This appears to be a one-time request, not a continuing blackmail scheme. Look at it this way. The $150,000 is to protect all of us."

"I don't know what to say, John."

"You don't have to say anything. You're my friend and I know if the roles were reversed, you'd help me. Just keep me informed on the progress, and if Dian causes any further issues, let me know," as Paradise Island came into view.

As the copter landed, Troy once again thanked his friend. He seemed to want to say something but wasn't quite sure how.

"Ah, I can tell you have another question. Go ahead."

"John, ever since my experience with Lam Sin, I've never had a relationship with anyone. After my father died, I spent all my time and resources running the business. In the six years that I've known you, I've seen what a wonderful life you've had with the boys, especially when it came to sex. I didn't understand it and whenever I thought of sex and boys, I just kept remembering what happened to me when I was younger.

"I've had time to think about it over the past few years. It became natural for me to see your boys running around naked. It started making me feel different. Forgive me for saying this, but I had many dreams of doing something sexual with either Matt, Joshua, Chris, or Mike."

"Why you horny old dog, you. Why didn't you say something? You know that many times the boys brought up the idea of adding you to our group."

"Really?" getting a surprised look from the pilot.

"Sadly, I discouraged it because I thought it would just open up old wounds." Then John thought for a few moments. "Do you think you could enjoy my new boys if they accept you?"

Troy's eyes widened. "You think that would be all right? I wouldn't know how to act."

"Tell you what, when the boys finally get here, they will have to learn the new sexual lifestyle and feel 100% comfortable about it. It may take several weeks. Then I will approach them with the idea of you joining the group and seeing their reaction. If they accept, they will know all there is about sex and will be your teacher."

The helicopter pilot chuckled to himself. "Wow! Even though I had those dreams, I never thought I would ever lie naked with a young boy."

"Well, now you have new dreams to think about. I'll spend the day tomorrow compiling my weekly supply list. It's been a while since I had to order more food and other commodities." Then I'll contact you Wednesday."

"You got it, John. And…thanks."

"See you Saturday," as they shook hands.

Moments later, the craft was in the air heading back to Majuro as the last of the daylight was disappearing in the west. John then headed to the house. Fixing a light meal, he sat in the living room contemplating the day's events. The morning started with an outright rejection of wanting to stay here with the others from Peter, to a marathon session trying to convince the 11-year-old what he would miss. His decision to stay after all was the next hurdle to overcome for the formation of the new family.

Then it was Troy's issue with Dian and the man wanting new documents to get away as far as possible. The biggest bomb was the pilot's secret desire to become sexually involved with boys. Troy was a very handsome man at the age of 24. Somehow John thought this man could easily fit into a new life of being a boylover. He headed to his bedroom. As he crawled under the covers, his thoughts went back 24 hours as a naked Raphael had fallen asleep pressed against his body, his young boy cock touching his thigh.

Chapter Eight
The Wait

The next several days seemed to drag. During the week, John thought about the court adoption case approaching. He knew the normal waiting time would be long enough. There was nothing now to do but wait. He was sure the boys at the orphanage were just as apprehensive and anxious about the court date and the judge's final decision as he was.

A crazy memory from the past came to him as he thought about facing a judge. The last time he faced a judge in a courtroom was ten years ago. That was when he was sentenced to prison for three years per plea agreement. He tried to quickly erase that from his mind as he thought of this upcoming judge that would bring good news and a happy future for him and the boys.

Then he sent long, detailed emails to the four boys in the U.S. about what had happened over the weekend and that if all went well, he would soon be the legal guardian of three new boys. The responses were almost immediate.

John

Wonderful news and thanks for the pictures. They are a good-looking trio. That Raphael looks like a mischief-maker and will probably keep you on your toes. Can't wait until the semester break to come and visit and see these beautiful boys in person. I doubt everyone will need an adjustment period. Knowing you, 'lessons' will begin immediately. Have fun.

I don't know about the others, but it's been a big change for me. From six years living on an island with our family to the fast-paced life of a college student is a major adjustment. I haven't made any friends yet. Hard to find someone with a background like I had. There are plenty of gay men here. Most don't hide that. I'm glad you funded a single room for me. Not sure if I'm ready to share the same space with another student, especially if he's gay and tries to check me out.

Hey, I was just babbling. Don't worry about me. A few more weeks and I'll feel right at home here. But I do think of you, the others, and Paradise Island. Keep updating on how your new life is going. Take care. Love you.

Chris

Hi John,

Well, it looks like you didn't need that time portal in the humming cave to take you back in time. Just like six years ago, you'll have three new boys to call your own. You'll be able to mold them into wonderful lads as you did us. From the pictures you sent, you got three hot-looking ones. When you see those three running around naked on the beach, hope you'll think of us too.

After preparing myself for the major life change from an island to a metropolis, I'm adapting pretty well here at college. I've met a couple of people who came from rural parts of the country who grew up pretty isolated on a 1000-acre farm. We can relate easier about our adolescent years.

I do miss you and the others. Even though we knew this day was coming, leaving Paradise Island was extremely hard, but like a mother hen, you had to kick us out of the nest and make us fend for ourselves. I know all of us do feel lonely, but over time will get over it as we grow into our post-college careers. Take care. Miss you.

Mike

Hey John,

Was very happy to read that Peter changed his mind and decided to be a part of your new family. After seeing the photograph you sent of him, it was easier to visualize who I was talking to. My mind has been traveling back to six years ago when our bonding drew its closest when we started learning ways of enjoying each other's companies. Now, you'll get to show three new boys the same joys we experienced.

Nothing much to add. The four of us keep in contact once a week. Most of the conversations consist of memories of the great times we had growing up.

That was a huge surprise about Troy's desire. All of us wanted to be the first to introduce him to our special life, but I guess one of your new ones will get that honor.

I've got the date circled on the calendar when the first-semester break arrives. I want to come to visit and see you and the new family.

Until then, good luck and have fun.

Matt

John,

Thanks for the email and the latest news. Seems even after we left for college, things keep happening to you. Soon you'll be an official father to three boys. I'm assuming you've spoken to them about what to expect. Matt told me that Peter was hesitant but later embraced what's ahead. I envy you. Three new boys will discover what we found the most enjoyable part of each day.

Mom is doing much better, so I'm returning to classes next week. If I don't catch up, a whole semester will have been wasted.

By the way, Mom agreed to a new idea I had that concerns you. No, I'm not telling you now. But I hope you'll be surprised and happy when you do.

Gotta go. Love you.

Joshua

John archived the emails and sat back on his chair. All four boys were doing well considering the circumstances. No matter how much they spent the last few months on Paradise Island learning about society today and preparing for college life, it was still a difficult transition. Joshua's email was good news in that his mother was doing better, b ut the cryptic remark about a new idea had him wondering. Well, no time to dwell on it. After the boys arrive here there would be plenty of 'new' ideas to teach them.

For a lot of his free time, he thought about Troy's revelation that he might enjoy some sexual fun with one of his boys. This had come as a complete surprise and he knew how difficult it was for the man to admit as much. Nothing was said about this when John gave his weekly supply needs to the pilot on Wednesday. John wondered if the man would be comfortable among the Kalaukans. Troy always had an open invitation to visit the village but had repeatedly declined. John thought of bringing the subject up but realized that until the man felt comfortable about boy sex in a more private environment, it was way too early to expose him to dozens of young naked boys.

When Troy came Saturday with the supplies, it took two trips with the cart to haul everything back to the house, so much extra food had been ordered. Troy had some news he wanted to share so both took a break on the porch.

"Dian came by yesterday. I was surprised he waited four days before seeing me again. You should have seen the look on his face when I told him I would help him get his new identity documents. At first, he didn't believe me. So he and I are going to meet Monday. I'll take him to my contact to get his picture taken and to let him know how long before the paperwork will be ready. I told my contact that the full payment he quoted would be paid when the documents are delivered."

"Well, thankfully that wasn't a difficult problem to solve. He'll be far away from here and no longer an issue. Did you think about what he claimed as his role in taking care of you and saving you and your father?"

"Yes, I did John. Of course, I've been trying for years to forget those months. I do remember two men who were in charge of us boys: Dian claimed he was one of them. As far as I was concerned, both were just as evil as Lam Sin, but in their ways. I don't remember much after a session with Lam Sin. Maybe Dian was right and tried to take care of me as best as he could. The pain and fear make everything a big blur. And now 14 years have passed. Again, I don't recall much in the early days after coming home to my father. I guess I slept most of the time recuperating from my ordeal. If Dian was there helping us," as Troy shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know."

"If it helps, maybe you should give Dian the benefit of the doubt. You said yourself that no boy survived after being used by Lam Sin. You were the only one. Maybe it was because of Dian."

"Maybe," the man said slowly. "All I do know is that 14 years later I don't want to have to dig into my memory to recall details such as Dian. For to do so would bring out the other demons I've had to deal with."

"I understand. Well once Dian has his documents and leaves the area for a faraway destination, no further discussion about him, or Lam Sin need be brought up again."

"I hope so John."

"New business Troy. I'd like to go to Majuro Tuesday. One is to visit the boys and two is to go shopping."

"No problem. I'll pick you up first thing in the morning. What will you be shopping for?"

"A German Shepherd."

"A what?"

"Raphael asked me if I would get a dog for him to replace the one killed when he was orphaned. It was a German Shepherd. So I thought I would see if a puppy is available. If so, after the adoption is official, we'll pick it up and bring it here. I miss Princess and a new dog would benefit both of us."

Troy chuckled. "That's what I always liked about you. When it came to boys, you were such a softy," as goodbyes were exchanged and Troy left the island.

Then it was back to the waiting game as the rest of Saturday, and then Sunday and also Monday passed with no word from the orphanage or court. Finally, Tuesday came, and soon he was with Troy as they flew to Majuro. "How did it go yesterday with Dian?"

"Quite well actually. I took him to my contact. There his picture was taken and explained to him what documents would be produced and approximately when they would be ready. Dian would be contacted by some special means the two worked out when he could come and get everything. At that time the contact expects payment."

"Just let me know what account and I'll wire it there."

"Oh, by the way, I located a couple of kennels that breed German Shepherds. They have 10-week old puppies available. I can take you there after you visit the boys."

"Thanks, Troy, we'll do that."

After the arrival at the airport, it was another taxi ride and soon John was standing at the front gate of the orphanage. A short while later he was in Sister Maria's office.

"I haven't heard anything from the court, but we already knew it was going to be a waiting game. I believe we'll be getting a court date soon, so some notice should be here at any time."

"I hope so Sister. I realize such things as this must go through its journey. I guess I'm like those boys here waiting for Christmas to hurry up and get here."

"Our local judge handles a variety of different cases. In this less affluent part of Majuro, only one judge was assigned. He's very good and fair. I don't see any problems with your adoption. Now I guess you want to visit the boys. They've been asking me when you'd come to visit."

"If it were up to me, I'd visit every day, but I can't keep burdening Troy with these additional side trips. I always offer to pay for the fuel and his time, but he won't let me. I thought of staying at the hotel like when I first came here, but I decided if I had to wait for who knows how long, I'd rather be home."

"Of course, that makes sense. I've tried to explain that to the boys, but you know how kids are? Patience is not something eleven and twelve-year-old boys are good at," then giving John a grin, "nor adoptive fathers," getting an acknowledging smile and nod of the head from the man.

The phone buzzed on the Sister's desk. Answering it, she replied, "Yes Sister Katrina, John is here. Bring the boys to the courtyard." Hanging up the phone, Sister Maria looked at the man. "Hope you have a good visit with your boys."

"Thank you, Sister," as John left the office and headed to the open courtyard. He sat at one of the picnic tables until he heard a familiar voice yell out, "John!"

"Hi, Raphael. Hi Peter. Hi Carlos!" The three boys rushed up to him, each hugging the man. "It's good to see you again. I've missed you."

"We missed you too. It's been eight days since you brought us back," Carlos pointed out.

"Well, I told you we would be in a long wait. Sister Maria told me we should get a court hearing date pretty soon."

"I hope so," Raphael put in. "I want to go live with you on your island."

John looked at Peter, "And how are you doing?"

"I'm okay. The sisters told me they won't restart the counseling I was going through. They said that now since you are adopting me, you can do the counseling."

The man shook his head. "No counseling from me Peter. We're not bringing up the past unless 'you' want to talk about it. We're going to talk instead about the future and the lives we're going to share." Lowering his voice, John whispered, "Don't you think we did enough counseling about sex while you were visiting me?" getting a grin from the boy. "By the way, I hope you guys have kept your mouths shut about it."

It was Carlos who answered. "We haven't said a word."

"Good. I know this waiting period is hard on all of us, but soon it will be over with and we'll all be living together as a family."

For the next several hours, the four of them talked about everything under the sun, just like it was when they were first getting to know each other. When it was time for the noon meal, Sister Maria asked John if he wanted to go have lunch in the staff dining room. "Would it be all right if I ate out here with the other children?"

"Of course, but you realize you won't eat in peace. Everyone will be pestering you with questions."

John smiled in return,"I won't mind."

Sure enough, when the lunch bell rang and everyone poured into the courtyard, the sight of the man who had brought them a meal from McDonald's was like a magnet as children wanted to talk to him.

"Leave him alone! Let him eat!" as Raphael tried to keep the crowd off the man.

John looked at the tray containing the same meal each boy and girl was consuming. It was adequate, relying heavily on starches like rice and potatoes and very small portions of meat. He understood the orphanage only received so much money to operate on and that it had to stretch the funds to cover all the expenses. He felt sorry for those who lived here, hoping and praying for someone to take them away while eating what could be called a calorie sufficient diet but lacking in taste and variety. He made a mental note to mark on his calendar to send a good-size donation each month to the orphanage. Hopefully, soon the meals will improve.

John stayed another hour after the meal and told the boys he had to leave, as he needed to take care of some business before returning to Paradise Island. At that moment, Sister Maria entered the courtyard holding an envelope.

"Good news," she pronounced. "The hearing is a week from today."

"What? Really?" John answered, surprised.

"Yes, a courier from the courthouse just arrived with this notice. 10:00 next Tuesday morning. To be honest, I didn't expect a date so soon. Something must have canceled on the judge's docket and he filled the time slot with this adoption hearing."

"That's great news Sister!" as the three boys yelled and showed their excitement, knowing a week away could begin their new lives on Paradise Island. "How do we do this?" John looked at the nun.

"We must be on time, of course. Everyone must dress their best. I have to be there as a representative of the orphanage. You need to ask Troy to be there. A character witness is preferred. Once the judge asks whatever questions he deems necessary, unless there is some issue that comes up, he'll make his decision right then."

Looking at the boys, John spoke to them. "All right, guys. I won't be seeing you again until the day we go to court. Behave yourselves. Make sure you have everything packed you want to bring with you next week. The waiting is almost over."

The boys hugged John, saying goodbye. Then the man and the sister returned to her office. John contacted Troy to let him know he was ready to leave the orphanage.

"You have been very fortunate John. Usually, the waiting period is 8 to 10 weeks before you see the judge."

John gave the nun a large smile. "Did you have anything to do with this quick date?"

Smiling back, Sister Maria replied, "The judge and I are old friends. I did tell him that a man was going to take three older boys from here and give them a home. It would be nice if this adoption could be completed as soon as possible."

"Sister Maria, shame on you! But thanks," shaking the nun's hand as he left the office. "See you next week."

Troy was waiting for him in a taxi when he exited the orphanage. The driver was instructed to take them to a kennel that bred German Shepherds. "Troy, why don't you own a car?"

"Never found much use for one. Most of what I need is close by; it's cheaper to pay someone to deliver and I have a bicycle if I want to go for short distances. This has been the most times I've used a cab in many years."

The kennel was impressive. Barking dogs could be heard from the various boarding areas. A man and woman, apparently the owners, showed John a litter of puppies that were 10 weeks old. All had been fixed, vaccinated, and ready to go. There were three males. The markings were pretty close but different, and John had no idea what Raphael's dog looked like. "I don't know which one to choose?"

Troy made a suggestion. "I have an idea if you and the owner agree. Place a non-refundable deposit on all three to hold them until the court date. Bring Raphael here and let him pick the one he wants. You'll lose the deposit on the other two, but at least you'll know he got the dog he wanted."

"Good idea Troy. I guess that's the best way to do it." The owners were agreeable about holding all three dogs for one week, so the haggling was over the cost. Finally, a figure was agreed upon. All three male puppies would be here next week when John brought Raphael over. The two men returned to the waiting taxi and headed to the airport. Half an hour later, they were in the air.

"Well, at least now you know when your court date will be," the pilot began the conversation.

"True. I have to give Sister Maria credit. I think she pulled some strings to get this date. I was told it usually takes a lot longer."

"I think the good sister wanted to make sure the boys were adopted as quickly as possible."

"Any special reason?" John asked.

"Do you ever see any boys there older than Carlos or the other two?"

John thought about it for a moment. "Now that you mentioned it, no. Why? What happens when they get older?"

"If they are not adopted by the time they turn 13, they go to work farms. They work long days for the next five years until they are 18. A small percentage of what they earn is put in trust to be given to them to start their new life."

"No wonder Sister Maria was concerned about the older children not getting adopted. I had no idea."

"She asked me not to say anything to you. She didn't want this information to influence your decision about adopting the boys."

"And if Carlos wasn't adopted by next year…" leaving the statement unfinished.

"He would have been separated from Raphael, and when Raphael turned 13, there was no guarantee he would end up at the same work farm as Carlos. They probably would have never seen each other again."

"What's the reason for putting boys in that type of situation?" John wondered out loud.

"Like everything else, it's money. You told me on the way to the kennels how bland the food was. Along with that expense is the cost of boarding orphans. Twelve and under are considered too young to go to work. That means only so many children without families can be taken care of by the government. When you came to Majuro seven years ago John, you saw the higher class, cleaner part of the city.

But we have our slums too, although it's never mentioned: don't want to scare away the tourists type of thing. Many orphan boys and girls live on the streets hustling and stealing. They try to avoid being picked up because they know what their future contains, either an orphanage or a working farm."

"I guess when Matt, Mike, and Chris landed on my island, I had a different set of problems to contend with. And even though we eventually resolved it, I never gave any thought to those like the ones in the orphanages or struggling in the streets."

"There's only so much you can do," Troy answered. "Your decision to donate to provide better meals is a big step. You're saving three boys from facing a very rough, uncertain future. And you know what John? My hat goes off to Carlos."

"Carlos, why?"

"He knew what he was facing. He was less than a year away from being separated from the only friend left from when they were together on Lib Island. Yet did he ever bring it up? Did he try to manipulate your decision based on what awaited him had you not chosen him?"

John didn't respond right away. He thought about what Troy said about Carlos. He realized how he had responded more to Raphael based on his bubbly outgoing personality and his more receptive nature to a sexual lifestyle once adopted. He credited Carlos' more subdued personality to a maturity based on looking after his younger friend after what had happened to their parents two years earlier. Yet the 12-year-old was carrying the terrible consequence of what was about to happen. Was Raphael aware of Carlos' impending separation?

"You've given me a new light on that boy. People may say boys are too young to get involved in anything sexual, but here is one who not only looked after his friend but probably never reminded him how short the time was left to be together as to not worry or saddened him. He's more mature than many adults I've known."

"You're getting three wonderful boys John."

"I appreciate that more and more." A short time later, John was dropped off at his island. "Don't forget next Tuesday, you're my character witness."

"Don't worry; I'll pick you up bright and early," as the blades whirled faster and the copter lifted into the air and was soon out of sight.

***

If John thought the last seven days seem to take forever to pass, the next seven were a lot worse. In the beginning, one day didn't mean anything different than any other. No specific events were on the horizon, but today the butterflies were at it inside his stomach as he anxiously awaited the court date and the permanent arrival of three new boys. It had been six years since he felt this nervous. He realized that it was while waiting for Lam Sin to arrive to supposedly pick up the boys and hoping the plans made to get rid of him worked out. After giving it a second thought, it wasn't nervousness then; it was fear of something going wrong.

While the days passed, he could have called Troy and talked with him, but he knew the man had a business to run, and John had disrupted it numerous times already in the past couple of weeks. He looked in his closet to locate his dress suit. He was surprised it was still crisp and clean after hanging in the closet for so long. The last time he wore it was when he went to California to see Joshua and his mother, with the boy ending up returning to Paradise Island with him. He hung the suit out on the porch to allow fresh air to circulate through it.

With the news that the adoption date had been set, he had been busy sending emails back and forth to the four boys in America. All were wishing him the best and knew he would have no problem gaining guardianship. John spent many hours going over the photo albums of the boys during their six years living with him. The pictures he had shown those he was about to adopt were G-Rated, all of them wearing shorts and t-shirts. Soon, he would share the erotic photos of the boys as they spent most of the day naked.

The last group would be of the sex between him and the boys and among each other. It had been touch-and-go with Peter. The boy was finally willing to give sex a try. Now with three new boys, incorporating sex into their lives would have to be taken care of with each one, enough to keep the interest going but not pushing to frighten them.

Chapter Nine
A New Family

Finally, after an agonizing seven days that seem to take forever to pass, the day of the court hearing was here. Not surprisingly, John hardly slept a wink the night before. He was almost positive the three boys hadn't either. At 8 AM sharp, Troy arrived, dressed in a suit and tie to pick up his friend.

"I'll have you know John, that I have never worn this while piloting my craft. If it gets dirty, I'm having you clean or replace it," giving his friend a large grin.

John just laughed. "The way I feel today Troy, I'll buy you a dozen new suits. By the way, are you ready to bring back an extra passenger?"

"Extra passenger?"

"A German Shepherd puppy."

"I forgot about that. Well, I hope he doesn't get airsick and throw up all over the place," getting another laugh from John.

Small talk continued until they landed in Majuro. A cab was flagged down and took the two men to the orphanage. "I'm going to use you exclusively today," John told the taxi driver. "I will pay while you wait, plus a bonus, and we'll need a second cab for a while too if you have a friend." The driver knew someone who would be there immediately and was very happy with the arrangement. He told John the cabs were his for as long as he needed them.

Three smartly dressed young boys greeted John and Troy as they entered Sister Maria's office. Giving a big smile, the nun introduced them. "John, in case you don't recognize them all looking like little gentlemen, this is Raphael, this is Carlos, and this is Peter."

"Ah, Sister Maria," Raphael groaned.

John bent down to get a closer look at the three boys who would soon be part of his new family. "I was about to tell you Sister, that you brought the wrong boys. But yes, you are right; these are the three I want to take home with me."

Raphael, quick as a whip, had a response. "Sister Maria, are you sure this is the man we're supposed to go with? He looks mean."

"Touché Raphael," as John hugged the boy. He then gave one to each of the other two. "Are you ready? You still have time to change your mind," looking at Peter specifically.

"I want to come and live with you, John."

"The custodian is loading the boys' belongings in the cab. I guess we're as ready as we'll ever be," the sister pronounced.

"There are two taxis outside. You boys will ride with Sister Maria and Troy and I will follow in the second taxi."

It only took 20 minutes to reach a small building that on the outside didn't look much like a courthouse. A plaque on the wall by the entranceway announced they were entering the local municipal court. The courtroom itself was empty, so everyone took a seat in the front row and waited for the hearing to begin.

Soon, an older gentleman entered the courtroom from a side door and stated that all should rise for the Honorable Judge M. Samuel presiding. Everyone rose as the judge, in the traditional black robe, entered and took his seat at the court bench. A distinguished-looking gentleman, John wondered how he got posted to this out-of-the-way part of the greater metropolis of Majuro?

"Be seated. Good morning everyone. Today's dockets are the applications for adoption by a petitioner named John for three minor boys named Raphael, Carlos, and Peter. Looking at the two men in the front row, he asked which one was John, who immediately rose.

"I am, your Honor."

Looking at some papers on his bench, he looked at Troy. "You must be the character witness?"

John sat down as Troy rose. "I am, your Honor."

"And I take it that these three young men are those wanting to have John as their legal guardian. Tell me your names."

Carlos stood up first and introduced himself, followed by Peter and lastly Raphael.

"Thank you boys, you may sit down." Turning to Sister Maria, Judge Samuel asked her if she felt that John would make a good father-type figure for the boys.

"I truly believe so, your Honor. He has taken a sincere interest in their well-being and the boys have grown attached to him. I find no fault nor would I have any objection should the court deem him a suitable guardian."

"Thank you, Sister." Looking at Troy, he asked him what he thought about John's character.

"I have known John for seven years. He has always been forthright and honest, not only with me but with everyone he has known. I watched him raise four other boys for six years, providing them with security, education, and most importantly, love. The results are those four boys currently attending colleges in the United States."

"Thank you, sir." Looking at John, Judge Samuel asked him, "Why do you want the responsibility of raising three more young boys? Your background supports the wonderful job you did previously. You dedicated six years of your life to those boys who had no relationship with you. Are you sure you want to repeat another six years with three new boys?"

John stood up. "Your Honor, I began my life here wanting to live in solitude. Responsibility was the last thing I desired. I felt I earned the right to be left alone, not to have to worry about anyone else. As you know, your Honor, what you want and what you get are two different things. When those first three orphan boys washed up on my shore and I heard their stories of the abuse they had suffered at a foster ranch in California and what further abuses awaited them in Singapore, I couldn't turn my back and say 'that's their problem'. It would have been easy to just send them to the local authorities and let them handle it.

"But my heart told me I couldn't do that. They needed a protector. They needed an adult they could trust after all the others had let them down. Fortunately, I had the means to take care of them, and I've never regretted it since. I would like to take the court's time if you will allow, and share how these three boys gave me the motivation to be a father a second time." Getting a nod of the head from the judge, John continued.

"When the last boy left, I resigned myself to returning to my life of solitude as I had before they came. You're right your Honor, I did dedicate six years of my life. I felt good about the results. Job well done. As before, I felt I earned the right to be alone. It was friends like Troy who convinced me that there are many other boys, like these three here, who need the same love and dedication that I gave the first group.

"I was skeptical at first, but after meeting Raphael, Carlos and Peter, I realized I wanted to do this again. The boys and I have talked extensively about this and we feel we want to be together, a family. Also, Sister Maria's encouragement helped ease any lingering doubt that maybe doing this again wouldn't work a second time."

"Thank you, John. And finally, you three boys, are you sure you want to have John as your guardian? Do you have any questions or concerns?" Each boy confirmed his desire that he wanted to live with John.

"Well, as I see no objections from anyone, the court hereby grants John full custody of Raphael, Peter, and Carlos. Court adjourned," as the gavel struck the bench.

The three boys jumped up and yelled as they circled John, laughing as they now knew they were going to live with him on Paradise Island. Sister Maria approached the happy foursome. "Congratulations John. I pray that all of you have a wonderful life together. Please keep me informed. I'd love to know how the boys are doing."

"Thank you, Sister. This wouldn't have been possible without your support. The four of us will always be eternally grateful."

As they exited the courthouse, Sister Maria and Troy took one cab that was to take the nun back to the orphanage and then Troy to the airport to prepare for the flight to Paradise Island. John and the boys got in the second cab. The man gave the driver an address he wanted to stop at next. Soon they were on their way. Carlos was looking out the window.

"Where are we going, John? This doesn't look like the way to the airport."

"We have to make a stop first," getting curious gazes from the boys.

Soon, the curiosity turned into excitement, especially for Raphael, as they stopped at was a boarding kennel of some sort. Dogs could be heard barking in the distance. Raphael gave John a look of surprise and then anticipation. Was this what he had been hoping for?

"Let's go guys," as the three boys got out of the cab and were greeted by the husband and wife owners. Placing his hand on top of Raphael's head, John addressed the couple. "This young boy, who now is legally mine, along with his two wonderful friends, is looking for a German Shepherd puppy. Would you happen to have any?" getting big smiles from the man and woman.

"I believe we can help you. Would you like to follow me, young man?" the woman asked the 11-year-old. Raphael looked back at John.

"Go on, your new dog awaits you," added a smiling John.

A few moments later, they were at a pen where the three puppies John had asked to be held were frolicking around playing with each other. John leaned close to the boy's ear. "Which one do you want? He gets to come home with us today."

The look on the boy's face was something you'd have to see. The realization that he would have a pet today, already coupled with the fact a new life awaited him on Paradise Island, was a look only a young boy could express. Raphael didn't take long in choosing.

"That one!" he pointed. "He looks just like my last one, doesn't he Carlos?"

"He sure does," glad to see his close young friend happy to have a pet once more.

"Then that's the one we'll take home. Now, Raphael, he may be your pet to take care of, but he belongs to the family. You share him with Peter and Carlos," getting a vigorous nod of the head as the kennel owner picked up the puppy and gave it to the 11-year-old. As the boy held it, the other two petted it getting licks from the dog in return. John turned to the owner. "Thank you. Here is full payment for the dog and I hope the other two will find good homes."

"Thank you, sir. I hope the boy will be very happy with his new companion."

As everyone headed back to the taxi, Raphael came up to John. He asked the man to bend down so that he could whisper in his ear. "Thank you, John, and you can play any sex game you want with me," giving the man a huge grin.

"This couldn't be a better way to start," John thought to himself.

Soon everyone was back in the cab heading to the airport and the final ride home. The driver gave questioning looks about an animal onboard but quickly smiled when John stated he would pay for the 'extra passenger.'

Moments later, they were standing by the helicopter, Raphael showing his dog to Troy while the driver unloaded the boys' luggage from the trunk. John opened his wallet and paid the driver and gave him a very generous tip. He also added a few dollars saying it was for the other driver friend of his. The cab driver was very happy. He had never made this much money in one day, let alone from one customer.

As the boys settled into the back seat of the helicopter after Troy had stowed their belongings, he told Raphael to hold tight to his pet. The boy promised he would and soon they were in the air. As opposed to the last trip two weeks ago, Troy just flew his craft at his usual altitude straight to Paradise Island. With Raphael sitting in the middle, it gave Carlos and Peter opportunities to pet the newest member of the family. John turned around and asked the boy what name he was giving the dog.

"Picasso!"

"Picasso?" as John gave Carlos a questioning look.

"That was the name of his last dog," the 12-year-old explained.

"Okay, Picasso it is."

As the craft got closer to Paradise Island, Troy looked at John and commented, "Well, you did it. You now have three new boys to take care of and to enjoy."

"Thanks, Troy. And thank you for that endorsement you gave the judge. Listening to it makes me glad to have a friend like you."

Soon the outline of Paradise Island came into view and the copter gently landed on the helipad. With Raphael carrying the dog, the two men and two boys carried the luggage up to the house. As Troy was ready to leave, he asked his friend a question. "I'm making a stop on Kalauka Island Thursday. Can I give Chief Aukai the news of your new family?"

"I'd be honored if you did, and tell Aukai that I hope to soon bring them over to enjoy the hospitality of his people. And Troy, I haven't forgotten what you revealed to me. I know that once everything is normal here, the boys will want to invite you over."

"Thanks, John."

As the man returned to the living room, the boys were chasing the dog around, laughing and yelling. "Hey guys, hold up. We have to talk. Raphael, get your dog."

"Picasso is his name."

"All right, get Picasso. Now, Raphael, you asked for a dog and I got you one. He's your responsibility. I ordered plenty of dog food, so you make sure he's fed and watered.

"You are to look after him. First, he doesn't jump on the furniture. Second and more important, you train him so that when he needs to do his business, he does it outside. There's a swinging door in the kitchen whenever he needs to go out, and stay very close to him when you and he go for walks around the island to make sure he doesn't get into any trouble."

"I will John."

"All right. Now as you know from your weekend visit here, there are three bedrooms and now four of us. The two hallway bedrooms are where you store your clothes. Since the three of you agreed that part of living here means lots of sex and being naked most of the time, at night we rotate sleeping partners.

"In other words, two can sleep together in the same bed and do whatever private stuff they want if both choose to do so. The third can have his bedroom for that night. Most times one of you will sleep with me. So the other two can sleep together or have their bed. Of course, during the day, you can do sex stuff too.

"We'll set up a rotating weekly schedule for chores so everyone knows how to do whatever is necessary to keep this place running. I'll set up school classes for you on the Internet where you'll continue your education. I want you guys to have fun here as I said before. Most of the time, you'll be free to do whatever you want, but we have to be responsible too."

"When do we start doing sex stuff?" Peter asked. Although he had agreed to participate in this new lifestyle, he was understandably nervous about starting.

"Well, tonight we get a good night's sleep. Rafael and Carlos can share one bed and you get the other. Over the next few days, we'll slowly work into the total nudity thing and then into sex. Although all three of you agreed that sex would be an important part of our lives here, I want to do it at a pace you'll feel comfortable with. Don't worry, within a week, you'll be running around naked all day long and soon begin your sex training."

After what turned out to be a late lunch, the balance of the afternoon was unpacking and each boy deciding what he wanted to put where. They were working well together. Each decided to put some of their clothing in each bedroom so no one would claim it as their own. Then the three went outside with the new four-legged member of the family as John prepared dinner.

After dinner, everyone returned to the living room. John began,"Today, I'm very proud and happy to have you three as my new family. I'll try to help you in any way I can to make your life fun and interesting. I hope our bond will be as strong as it can be. The four of us come from different backgrounds. Yet we decided to unite, to share what we have in common, and to understand and appreciate the differences. Soon those differences will disappear as we start a very special life that very few boys anywhere ever enjoy.

"I want the three of you to be open-minded about sex. Look at it as a new food you've never tasted before. You think you might not like it, but once you try it, you'll want seconds and thirds," getting giggles from the boys.

Grabbing some photo albums nearby, the man continued. "Before today, I showed you pictures of the four boys who lived here with me for six years. I made sure those pictures were normal. In other words, no naked skin or anything like that. Those were taken on colder days when clothing was needed.

"Before you and I begin a new life of sex and fun, these pictures you are about to see are of the five of us without wearing any clothing having fun indoors and outdoors," as John gave each boy a photo album. He then got up and went to his bedroom, leaving the three alone to view and hopefully understand that sex and nudity could be a wonderful thing.

John laid on his back, suddenly feeling the stress and anxiety of today's events finally releasing their holds on him. The past two weeks had been long. And although the outcome was pretty certain, there was always the possibility something could go wrong. He always feared his prison record would be discovered, thus disqualifying him as guardian of the boys, but apparently, the background check only went back as far as he'd been living on Paradise Island. That, plus the verification of the excellent way he raised four earlier boys, helped convince everyone that he would make a wonderful father figure once again.

The man smiled to himself. He had proven that boys could live a very sexual lifestyle and still grow to be responsible adults without any incriminations or self-doubts about what they did when they were younger. While other men may fear that somewhere years from now, their boy would turn against him to the authorities, John had no fear of that. He had six years of love and trust developed over time spent together to worry about Mike, Chris, Matt, or Joshua ever thinking they were taken advantage of and doing things they didn't want to do.

He was startled from his thoughts when Raphael entered the bedroom. "Hi," he said to the boy. "What did you think of the pictures?"

"It looks like you had a lot of fun. I liked those by the hot springs. I remember you first told me of skinny-dipping there."

"Those albums I shared with you boys were of the first year they were living with me. So you saw Raphael, that the boys were no different than the three of you. Once they got used to wearing no clothes, they were naked more times than not. They loved it and they also knew how lucky they were because they could never have done this anywhere else."

"I know I want to be naked all the time too."

"I'm happy to hear that. I remember you telling me at the kennel we could do all sorts of sex things together."

"Yes, I'm ready. Carlos says he can't wait to be naked too."

"Good. Go take a shower and go to the bedroom you and Carlos will share tonight. I'm going to talk to Carlos and Peter."

Entering the living room, he found the two still looking at some of the photos. "What do you think, guys? Did those boys look like they were having fun?"

"You were naked too?" Carlos asked.

"Of course. I like sex too. So being naked is part of enjoying it. Before the boys came to my island, I used to spend days naked, even though I lived by myself. There's just something about wearing no clothes, having the sun and wind hit everywhere on your body."

"I think I'd like to be naked all the time too," Carlos confirming what he told Raphael.

"Hopefully, very soon, you can do just that. Peter, how do you feel after seeing the pictures of how life was here before?"

"If Carlos and Raphael can be naked, so can I."

"Peter, I want you to be naked because 'you' want to, not because Raphael and Carlos chose to be."

"I know John. I want to try being naked all the time."

"Remember guys, being naked is just the beginning. There are also sex games to play to make you feel good all over. Being naked means you don't have to wait to get undressed. You look at each other and say to yourself, 'Hey, I want to have sex with him.' Do you understand?" getting a yes from each boy.

"You two take a shower when it gets free. Carlos, I told Rafael you two would share one bedroom," getting an acknowledgment from the 12-year-old. Peter, tonight you get a room to yourself. May I suggest you sleep naked? Even wearing nothing while you sleep is a start," getting a grin from the boy. "I'm heading to bed and tomorrow, I'm going to start showing all three of you the chores you'll be responsible for."

After they heard the door close to John's bedroom, Carlos asked Peter, "Do you think you're going to like being naked all the time and doing sex stuff?"

Peter thought for a moment and then nodded his head. Looking at the 12-year-old, he decided to admit something John had guessed about him. "I knew what you and Raphael were doing in that closet."

"I know. John told us. Why didn't you say anything to the sisters? You could have got us into a lot of trouble."

Peter fidgeted as he searched for a way to explain. Finally, he said in a low voice, "Because I wanted to be a part of what you were doing."

"You did? Why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I thought you didn't like me and would be mad because I knew your secret."

"We wouldn't have gotten mad. You were hard to talk to."

"I know. I felt different at the orphanage and I missed my parents so much."

Carlos got off his seat and sat by Peter, putting an arm around him. "But now we're like, you know, brothers. We look after each other and have the same fun together." Then the 12-year-old year started chuckling.

"What's so funny," Peter asked.

"I was thinking how the three of us would have fit in that closet trying to play with each other in the dark." That got Peter laughing too.

"I guess from now on, we won't have to do anything secret anymore,"

"Yeah, Peter. I want to do sex stuff with you."

"Really?"

"Sure. Ever since John talked about adopting the three of us, Raphael and I have wondered how much more fun it would be with the three of us doing stuff."

Peter was quiet. All of a sudden, he felt at ease. He was beginning to realize that all the confusion, misapprehension, and even some fear about participating in anything sexual had all been for nothing. He took another look at the picture in the photo album he had been viewing. This was the only one he saw of everyone together. On the beach stood five figures, naked, all with their arms over each other's shoulders. In the middle stood John, flanked on one side by Mike and Joshua and the other by Chris and Matt. The smiles on their faces showed that being without clothes was no big deal. Even tans from head to toe were evident, proof that all had been nude outdoors for quite some time.

Seeing all these various photos of John and the boys having fun inside the house and outside had caused his cock to twitch inside his pants as it reacted to what the eyes were viewing. Turning to Carlos, catching him by surprise, he hugged the boy, then feeling the older boy squeezing him in return. As the hug ended, Carlos got up and headed to the shower just vacated by Raphael. As Peter sat waiting for his turn, he looked at the photo once more of the five on the beach and then asked himself, "If John and the four boys were together in that photo, 'who' was holding the camera?"

Chapter Ten
Trouble Stirring

"Congratulations 'Captain" Joe Longner," a detective shouted his greeting as he entered the office.

"Vinnie, what are you doing here? No crime in Los Angeles?" as the man stood up and shook hands with his friend.

"I heard about your promotion and asked to take a couple of days off to see my old friend. You've done great, considering we both went through the police academy training together."

"You've just got more competition in the big city. Don't worry, you'll be Captain soon and I wouldn't be surprised to hear you become Chief of Police."

"Well, we'll see," as Vinnie took the offered chair opposite the desk.

"What else brought you here? You could have congratulated me on the cellphone. Is there something wrong?"

"I came across something interesting that I thought you might like to know."

"Oh?"

"You remember over six years ago your trip to visit that boy's mother?"

Longner leaned back on his chair. He recalled the annoying feeling he had that there was always something not right with the ranch explosion, the disappearance of the occupants, including three boys, and they being set adrift close to an island owned by a convicted sex offender. He had made one last grasp at connecting the dots by visiting the molested boy's mother, who strangely gave guardianship of her son to this same man. Since no laws were broken, despite the unusual circumstances, he returned and closed the case as instructed by his superior at that time, Captain Hardwick.

He looked across the desk at his friend, "It was a wasted trip. My gut told me there was a lot more, but the captain ordered me to cease any further inquiries. Most of the investigation was taken over by Homeland Security anyhow. Come to think about it, I never heard any more about it."

"For some strange reason, this case has been kept under a very tight lid," Vinnie began. "Since all of this was out of your jurisdiction, you weren't to get involved. Homeland Security seems to know who was behind the explosion. Was a man named Lam Sin ever brought up?"

"Vinnie, the Captain, and I were given his name in the last briefing we got from the FBI and Homeland Security. We were placed under a confidentiality order about who may have been involved in the explosion/kidnapping and also the probable location of the boys and who had them. That's when I asked Captain Hardwick to visit the mother of the latest addition to this man's boy slaves."

"I understand. Homeland's investigation confirmed Lam Sin was the 'purchaser' of the three boys at the ranch. They were en route to him when they 'disappeared.' They were supposedly placed in a lifeboat near this island owned by this sex offender. I'm telling you this because I knew of your interest in the welfare of those boys as well as a fourth sent to live with this man. Thus your trip to this boy's mother to see if you could confirm what happened to the kidnapped threesome."

"I don't understand. Why are you bringing this up? As you said, the case closed at this end six years ago. We never classified it as a cold case, therefore no reason to ever re-open it."

"I obtained some new information from a friend who works at Homeland Security. First, a body was found murdered in a hotel room in Bangkok five years back. Local officials figured some paid teen male prostitute set him up. Any money or identification was stolen. Fingerprints revealed nothing. So he was buried quietly and that was the end of it. Three years later, for some unknown reason, the local American Embassy made inquiries about the incident and the body was exhumed. DNA identified it as the caseworker who set up the placement of the three boys to the foster mother and sons."

"Well, at least we know what happened to him after the explosion at the ranch."

"Second," Vinnie continued, "Since Homeland Security had identification, they searched for bank records. The caseworker had to have been paid, and handsomely the way he was living while alive. The account was in Zurich."

"Switzerland?"

"And deposits had been made from Singapore. The last one was on the day of the ranch fire."

"And the owner of this Singapore account?" Captain Longner asked.

"I'm stretching way out on this Joe, but I believe the caseworker's death was ordered by Lam Sin. Once confirmed dead, all records related to that account were deleted. Homeland Security felt they were pretty close but lost the trail when the account disappeared. As you know, illegal money travels in a very complex route from Point A to B in order not to be traced.

"Do you realize how many criminal organizations launder money through that country, followed by the Caribbean banks? All anyone was able to find out was that an account was opened six years ago and closed 12 to 18 months later."

The Captain was quiet for several moments. Looking at his friend he asked, "Why are you telling me all this then?"

"I know how much this case bothered you. Since you were in no position to investigate yourself, I thought this bit of news was worth sharing."

"I appreciate that Vinnie. I just wish I knew what had happened to those three boys over the years and what they are doing now."

"Those three missing boys are alive and here in this country, all currently going to different colleges."

"You're kidding? How was that found out?"

"All new students are fingerprinted before being issued student ID cards. The prints are routinely run through the FBI. Three matches came up to the missing boys from your city."

"How did they enter the country?"

"That's the beauty of it; their passports were perfect, new identities with new names. Whoever made them knew his trade."

Then the Captain paused and thought for a moment. "And all these years were they with this John person?"

"Yes. They were spotted in Majuro on several occasions when John needed to bring them there."

"And during all these years, why wasn't the man arrested and the boys rescued?"

"Can't" was Vinnie's one-word answer.

"There was nothing that could be done?"

"Homeland Security would be the only agency to go after him. I feel as sick about this as you Joe. We would be stupidly naïve to think that for almost seven years John hasn't been using these boys for his sexual pleasures. I've looked at him as the Pacific version of the sick pervert Lam Sin."

"There's nothing we can charge him with?"

"It would be difficult. Technically he didn't kidnap them. There's nothing to suggest that they were being kept against their will. They were shipwrecked on his island and he took care of them. Since they were orphans from California, only the State can press charges. Despite the man's background, there has been no proof that he has mistreated the boys. Reports we got showed them healthy, happy, and content."

"Brainwashed more than likely."

"Maybe, but back then, the State didn't feel it was worth trying to get them back only to place them in new foster homes. As long as there was nothing that could be proven as adversely affecting any of the boys, the State decided to leave them alone, even with a convicted sex offender. If, as we suspect, the boys spent six years being sexually abused, the fact today is that they are attending colleges. They are doing quite well from what I've learned, and I would bet the house they would never reveal anything that could get their benefactor into trouble.

"To complicate things, all the boys are now of legal age. I guess technically, they could be charged with having a forged passport, but no one seems it worth the bother as they are not considered a threat of any kind."

Captain Longner was quiet for several moments as he digested what Vinnie had shared with him. "I appreciate you sharing this with me. I guess our hands are tied. As long as he's on his island under no country's jurisdiction, there's nothing we can do."

"How about issuing an international subpoena?"

"Subpoena? For what reason?"

"To get clarification on the circumstances of the three boys who landed on his island and his decision to keep them and not notify any authorities. After all, they were wards of the state."

"I don't know Vinnie. That's kind of weak. I'm sure the statute of limitations has expired. Plus he doesn't have to appear. Remember, his island is his own country. He's not obligated to respond to any document, legal or not."

"If he refuses to show up, a judge can cite him for contempt and issue an international arrest warrant. That should cramp his lifestyle somewhat."

"I think the District Attorney would recommend I be reduced in rank to street patrol if I suggest this to him. Plus we'd have to show some sort of evidence that the boys were abused while living on his island. You and I know they were, but that's not enough. As you stated a moment ago, none of the boys are going to testify against him."

"I'll back you on this Joe."

Longner looked at his friend. "This could ruin your career too."

Vinnie gave his friend a long look. "He just adopted three new boys. Look, if this man had been molesting boys all these years, there's a good possibility he could or is doing it again with these new boys. We have a responsibility to stop this no matter where in the world he's at. Look, we can arrest Americans who indulge in sex with underage kids in Thailand and other countries. Just because this man owns an island doesn't excuse him if he's betraying a boy's trust and subjecting them to who knows what."

"But as you stated, he's sent the boys to colleges. That's not the character of a pedophile that uses and then discards them."

"Maybe that was the price to secure their silence."

"I'll give it some thought. If I think I can convince the DA, I'll bring it up. Do you think you can come up here on short notice?"

"You call, I'll be here Joe."

***

"I won't even ask Captain where you got this information," the District Attorney looked at the Barstow police officer. "Homeland Security has complete authority in this case and we were specifically told not to interfere. To do as you ask would be a violation of that edict and subject those involved to criminal prosecution. Anyhow Joe, this is six years old; why the concern now?"

"But sir, I'm not talking about the events at the ranch. This involves the boys that eventually ended up on that island and spent approximately six years living there under who know what circumstances. Homeland Security's paranoia about terrorism has probably put John and his island off the radar."

"You may be right Captain, but if this office gets involved in any way, who knows what the repercussions could be. You and I could be in serious trouble. We'd be violating a Federal order to stay out of this investigation. Our involvement ended when we got the final report about the fire and explosion on that ranch.

"As sad as this sounds, Homeland Security is more interested in whatever illegal operations this Lam Sin is involved in. Unless Lam Sin can be connected to John in some sort of child abuse operation, we don't have anything worth pursuing. Possible sexual abuse of three or four boys thousands of miles away is not a priority with them.

"Listen, Joe, despite the man's past, we can't assume that he's continued the same behavior he was convicted on. Reading the reports, I'll admit that mother sending the molested boy to live with this man was very disturbing, but again there's nothing to indicate sexual abuse occurred while in the care of John.

"As you probably surmised, the returned boys are not going to testify against him. They are starting a new life. I say let them be. But here's a thought. There could be a possibility that since the original four boys no longer live with him, according to your friend's source, he now has other underage boys on his island. If he is abusing them and any proof can be obtained legally, the matter would still be under the jurisdiction of Homeland Security and the country those boys originally came from for their discretion. Then that's the end of it. Come on Joe. You've got enough cases to solve on your desk. Don't get hung up on one that's long been closed."

"I understand. Thank you, sir."

***

"Jarot, I have an assignment for you."

"Yes, Master Lee."

"I was reading some of the old reports where our former master, Lam Sin, got the boys he used for his sexual pleasures."

"Yes, Master. We had an island that held the boys we kidnapped until Lam Sin asked for them. From what I know, it's currently deserted as boys are no longer brought there."

"True. I want you to take some men and go to SP1 and prepare it for the processing of boys through there for future buyers."

"I was told that several years ago Master Sin purchased another island much closer and was planning on using it for the same purpose. Wouldn't it be easier to keep that one being the closest to us as the processing point and not SP1?"

"No Jarot. SP1 may be much farther away, but the further from here, the less likelihood of any connection to us should its purpose be discovered. I want you to make that island as secure as possible without raising any suspicions. I read where Master Sin ordered enhanced security measures for that island. See how far that went and if necessary complete the project. I recall years ago a group of natives surprised the guards, killed them, and burned the buildings. I want no repeat of that."

"Yes, Master Lee."

"Good. Soon afterward, we will begin 'collecting' boys to be sold." Looking at a map on his desk of the local area around SP1, the man continued, "I see we once took boys from the islands of Ulanti and Kalauka. That might be a good starting point once we are ready to begin."

"It will be as you ordered Master."

***

With the start of the first full day as an adopted family, everyone woke up and went to breakfast excited about how their new life would begin. Sex had been the main subject brought up and much discussed, so the three boys expected today would be the first day of their new sexual lifestyle, but they were surprised when John made an announcement.

"I know all of you are thinking about sex and how we'll enjoy it here from now on out. When the original boys landed here, it started within a few days, but I want to use a slightly different approach with you three.

"Remember I mentioned when you were here last time about how important it was to make sure everything is running properly on this island. So first thing, we'll break down the chores into three lists. You will have that list and be responsible for doing what's on it every day after breakfast. Once a week, you will change lists with each other so that you're doing other responsibilities. So after three weeks, all three of you can take care of anything that needs to be done. We'll continue to rotate chores and hopefully, everything will be running fine. Of course, any problems come to me.

"Before I began sex with the original three boys, Mike had given me the history of what happened when they were living with another foster family in California. That's when they first heard about sex and not the way they wanted it. They weren't allowed to say no and as you learned, these boys were originally going to another country to be used as sex toys. Fate brought them to this island instead.

"Before I could ask the boys to join me in a sexual lifestyle, I felt it only right that they should know all about me and why I am what I am. So as soon as the chores are done, we'll meet in the living room and I'll tell you the story of my life."

Ninety minutes later the boys were listening intently to John's narration of his sexual experiences, first with his brother, then later in the military with Roberto. The boys were stunned when John mentioned his sexual association with Joshua when he was nine years old, the discovery, and the three years he spent in prison.

"You went to jail?" Carlos asked.

"Yes, for three years. Life was very hard after I got out. A miracle happened when I won the state lottery with enough money to get away from this past life and purchase this island. I planned on living here by myself, trying to forget the past, thinking I would never have the chance to love a boy again. Then, Mike, Chris, and Matt landed on my island. Shortly afterward, Joshua came and joined us."

"The same Joshua you got in trouble for?" from Peter.

"The same boy. Even though he was just nine years old, we loved each other very much. I never contacted him after I got out of prison, but he kept trying to find me so we could be together. When he did, his mother understood the love we had for each other and allowed him to come and live with me and the other boys."

"And you had sex all the time?" from Raphael.

"As much as we wanted. With five of us, we could take turns so that we wouldn't get tired of sex. Yes, it was six beautiful, wonderful years. After the boys left for college, I planned on living by myself again, as you heard me tell the judge. I was grateful to have those boys for six years. I thought that was the end of any man/boy sex in my life.

"It was Troy who suggested I go to the orphanage. I was concerned about going there because to gain adoption, your background has to be checked. If Sister Maria had gone back to before the original boys landed here and found out that I went to prison for molesting a boy, she would have kicked me right out the door and I never would have met any of you.

"Thankfully Troy, as you saw in court, did a good job about my past only covering the time since I bought this island. Well, you know the story from there."

"Does Troy know about you and boys?" Carlos asked.

"Yes, he does, but don't ever bring that up to him. He has a history that wasn't nice to him."

Immediately questions were being directed at the man all at once. He raised his hand to stop them. "I'm sure you have questions. I only gave you a short version of the past. In the future, you'll learn more about me, the boys, and the life we shared, but now we have to start with our own new life. The first is of course, learning to be naked all the time. We'll do this gradually. Right now I want you to take off your shirts."

The three quickly did as instructed as John got his first look at some preteen flesh, "We will start with no shirts. Tomorrow you'll just wear cut-offs, and finally on Friday, no clothes at all. As you begin to get used to being naked 24-hours-a-day, then we start with the sex lessons."

The boys accepted that and decided to go outside to get their first suntan. From the porch, John watched them play on the sand and splash in the ocean, the new puppy barking and chasing after them. He was still trying to accept the reality that this way just Day One of a possible another six years of beautiful boys to admire and enjoy. He then realized that he better get his camera. Another new photo album was going to be filled. He took several photos and then got Carlos' attention. John motioned him over to join him on the porch.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not. You looked like you were having fun, and you're good-looking too," getting a slight blush from the boy. "First of all, I learned how hard you've tried keeping Raphael happy despite what could happen on your 13^th birthday."

"You knew about that?" The man nodded his head.

"Losing your parents the way you did had to have been a terrible ordeal. I heard it was two days before someone found you."

The 12-year-old was trying not to let tears form. "Raphael and I didn't know if anyone would find us, and we were afraid to come out from where we were hiding in case those men came back."

"I know it was a rough time, but I didn't want to talk to you about that. I heard what could happen to you on your next birthday and that you never told Raphael."

"I didn't want to scare him. I was still hoping we'd both get adopted together before then."

"And thankfully, you did. Just to let you know, I wasn't aware of what awaited you until after I decided to adopt you. So I don't want you to think you're here because I felt sorry for what was to happen to you and Raphael." The boy nodded his head and smiled. "Now, do you want to be the first to lose your cherry?"

Carlos smiled at the man. "Yes, I'll be the first. Does it hurt real bad?"

"I won't lie. The first time will be tough. I'll go in as slow as I can, but your ass isn't used to something that large so it will hurt as it stretches. Until I'm inside, it will continue to hurt but not as bad as when I first started.

"We stop as you get used to what you have inside and the pain is much less. Then I will start my in and out motion until I shoot my cum inside you. I know the thought of pain scares you, but the four boys who lived with me before did it. The second time it will hurt much less and after a while, you'll feel empty without something inside you and want to do it more often. Believe it or not, I couldn't keep up with the boys wanting my cock in their asses."

"Did you do sex a lot with all the boys?"

"I'll tell you the truth, Carlos. In the beginning, there were five of us and it didn't take much for just two that wanted to mess around sexually," the 12-year-old nodding his head. "So there was hardly a day that went by when someone was horny for more sex. I would guess sex did happen almost every day, but not all of us all the time. It was just knowing that whenever we felt like doing something, there was always at least one other willing to join him. Sometimes it would be a trio; other times, maybe four of us would have sex together.

"And sometimes five of us would have a good old fashion orgy."

"What's an orgy?"

That's what we called it when all five of us would be having sex with each other at the same time."

"Wow!"

"Since no one forced anything on anyone else, it worked perfectly, and I'm sure it will be the same with our new family."

"And no one ever got tired of it as they got older?"

"That's the beauty of sex. My boys then got more sex-crazy as they moved into their teenage years. Instead of wanting less, they wanted more."

"I want to be like that," the boy looked at John.

"Tell me, Carlos, what made you decide after a year at the orphanage to play your secret sex game in the closet?"

The lad seemed a little hesitant to start. "Back on our island, men and boys bathe together, mostly in the lagoon when there was enough water. I saw some of the older boys grabbing at the men's cocks and vice versa. They would stroke or suck each other until that white stuff would shoot out and they both seemed to like it very much. Raphael and I were too young to bathe with the men, so we had to bathe with the older women. I don't know, but I guess a year ago, I wondered about that feeling and talked Raphael into trying it and we both liked it very much. So whenever we were both awake later each evening, we would sneak off and play with each other."

"Did you see man and boys do other things to each other?

Carlos hesitated a moment. "Many of the men stuck their cocks inside the boys' asses. Some cried out that it hurt real bad, but some said they liked it and wanted more."

"So does that bother you about you having a man's cock inside you?"

"I trust you. I know you'll make it as easy as possible."

Hugging the boy, Carlos went back to the beach to rejoin his friends, obviously sharing with them what John told him would happen later when he lost his cherry.

After lunch, the boys asked questions in connection with his early life before and during the time he has lived on this island. "How did you end up on Paradise Island?" seemed to be the main query. So John went into more detail about his post-prison life, the winning of the lottery, and the desire to live alone on his island. It took a while before he became aware of a recent island for sale. With the help of Troy, he was able to purchase it and start living the life he was searching for.

John left out Aukai's visit and the Kalaukans. It would take a day to share that. "So that's how I was living when Mike, Chris, and Matt landed on my island." He told them what their future was supposed to be, how he decided to take care of them, and how they lived a very happy lifestyle until it was time to go to college.

"You left out Joshua," Carlos reminded him. So John added another part about how Joshua, after refusing to testify against him, wanted to be together with him again and how he ended up being a part of the family.

"And you had sex for six years?" asked a bewildered Peter.

"Yes, we did. We never grew tired of it. Of course, as the boys got older, it slowed down a little but never stopped. We lived a life of being naked and having sex whenever we wanted. There's more I can tell you and I'm sure you have questions. So let's wait until the next time we meet like this, say tomorrow, and I'll tell you more."

When the evening came, John was surprised by the boys' questions as to when they would start their sex training. "I don't want to wait. I want to start tonight," came from Raphael.

"Raphael, I think one thing we should get straight is that any sex we do is not a competition. It's not a race to see who does what first or how many times more. Each one of you boys will enjoy certain things more than others. Maybe you Carlos and Peter will be as horny as Raphael always seems," getting laughs from the two boys mentioned and a stern look from the lad in question.

"I wanted to introduce the three of you to sex because I wanted you to enjoy something very few boys get to and usually have to wait until they are grown up. I wanted you to see how wonderful sex can be and experience feelings your young bodies can get pleasure from.

"As long as you remember that, we will all have a fantastic time together. Most of the time I expect you to enjoy each other, although I plan to get my share," getting smiles in return. "But also remember to respect one another's wishes and limits. Not everyone will want to do sex every day. Don't feel bad if one day you say to the others, or me, 'I'm not in the mood' or whatever reason you may have.

"We have the opportunity for a wonderful lifestyle here. Don't ruin it by being selfish. Too much sex and nudity can be as bad as doing nothing at all. Whatever your reason, all of us respect that person's decision. Sex has been the main topic for a while. It doesn't mean we must do it every day all day. Don't worry, I plan on having your cherries very soon."

"Cherries?" a bewildered look from Peter.

"A man's cock in your ass." There was quiet for several moments as the man's statement hit them. On their first night of sex with John, they would experience what it felt like having a man's cock enter their tight ass entrances. "Now go shower, head for bed and I'll see you in the morning."

As the boys showered and went to bed, John sat at his desktop and spat out four emails telling the boys in America of the successful adoption. He attached the photos he took of the boys after they had removed their shirts. John figured this was probably the only ones he could send that wouldn't be deemed 'child pornography' by authorities. He then went back and sat on the sofa. He knew Troy was telling Aukai and the Kalaukan people about these new members of the family. And of course, invitations would be extended for them to come to visit. John decided to wait until all three boys were comfortable with their sexuality before sharing with them about these native people and the lifestyle they enjoyed.

Heading to his bedroom, he thought of the days, weeks, and months ahead. He figured that after all that had happened, especially in the first months with Joshua, Matt, Mike, and Chris' that these early months with his newest charges would be so much simpler, less stressful, and thankfully with no major distractions. He could devote all his energy enjoying three beautiful boys and their sexually addictive bodies.

"Can I sleep with you?" came the surprise request from Peter as he wanted to spend the night with the man. Surprisingly, Raphael didn't make any objections, as he wanted to share a bed with his friend Carlos and hear more of what John had said to him earlier.

Before the man and boy fell asleep, John stroked the stiff shaft of the boy to a great, but dry, cum. When the lights were turned off, John felt the boy's back against his chest and stomach. His butt pressed against the hard man's cock. John smiled. "Soon, Peter, soon," he told himself.

Chapter Eleven
Training Begins

Hey John,

I see you couldn't wait to start seeing what delights await you. That beach photo of the boys shirtless looks sexy. I'm guessing that the picture was taken Wednesday when you sent the email and today is Sunday. So if I had to bet, I'd say they are now well along with their new lifestyle of Paradise Island!

So, if it hasn't started, I bet their first special lessons have begun or will shortly. Imagine, you'll have three new students to teach new techniques. After all you showed us in six years, I still remember vividly that first day it happened. It was a tough adjustment but I didn't want to disappoint you. I was glad when I finally overcame some difficulties and found the pleasure of learning something new. I miss very much our times on the island, but I realize life is changing for me and I have to focus on the future. That doesn't mean I'll forget the fun times we had. It just means I have to wait a few more weeks until semester break to come over and not only catch up with you but hopefully your new boys will allow me to be their friend too.

Nothing new to report here. Got an 'A' on my course exams, so that felt good. Started talking with a guy who privately has told me that he believes sex should be available to everyone regardless of age. I'm being very careful in what I say, but I get good vibes from him. He always has a positive attitude and can crack a joke out of nowhere.

Keep me informed on your new life. Going to call Joshua and see how his mother is doing. Bye.

Mike

John smiled as he read Mike's email to him. He understood the lad being careful in what he wrote. Better to be careful and assume all messages are scanned for certain words that stick out. It must be difficult not being able to say outright what they wanted and felt. That was one of the sacrifices that had to be made when communicating back and forth.

Yes, today was Saturday, the big day. After going around with no shirts on Thursday, the boys wanted to move more quickly into getting into the nudist lifestyle. So John advanced the schedule and on Friday all three boys were just wearing cutoffs. John's eyes were greeted by three boys that morning just wearing one less item of clothing, their smooth soft thighs, and legs a beauty to behold. Many men tend to view the beauty of a boy just from his genitals and his rear end. John admired the entire body; back, chest, and lower extremities. To him, all parts make up a beautiful sexy boy. Of course, he was looking for the grand finale, totally naked preteen boys.

That happened on Saturday. As John sat in the living room nude himself, he spotted three naked preteen boys approach. They stood directly in front of him as to await his inspection. The man was silent for several moments as his eyes feasted on such a delight. He couldn't help but think back six years earlier when Mike, Chris, and Matt presented their naked preteen bodies for his future enjoyment. It was a sight John hadn't seen in many years; three preteen boys, totally naked. It was an environment the man always enjoyed. He smiled, as he knew that this was the beginning of many years of fun and sex ahead.

"Morning, guys. Glad to see you're already up and starting your new life of no clothes."

"I like it," Raphael put in. "I never want to wear clothes again."

"That's the spirit!" John couldn't help but encourage the 11-year-old's commitment.

"Do you like us?" asked Raphael.

"I'm sorry. I know I was gradually getting used to seeing more skin over the past couple of days, but to see every bit of you standing there, it's hard to put in words."

"Are we hot?" quipped Raphael.

"And sexy?" added Carlos remembering what John had said of him a couple of days earlier.

"Yes, very much hot and sexy. Are you okay now being naked?" John looked at Peter. He wondered how the boy felt at this point after several weeks knowing this was what was going to be his lifestyle. Running around with no shirt and then in cutoffs didn't seem to bother him.

"I feel like I'm on one of those islands my parents and I used to visit, seeing all those men and boys naked doing sex to each other. I'm not scared. I'm okay. So this is how you'll see us every day?

"Morning, noon and night," getting chuckles from the three.

Carlos then spoke. "Today is my big day. I can't wait to lose my cherry later."

"Wait a minute," Raphael cut in. "I should be first. I want to feel you inside me. Carlos can wait until tomorrow."

"You can do Raphael first," Carlos then volunteered. "I can wait until tomorrow."

"There's a reason for Carlos being first," looking at Raphael. "Do you remember the weekend you spent here deciding if you wanted to live here or not?" getting a nod of the head from the 11-year-old. "We slept together naked in my bed?" getting another agreement. "When you woke up, didn't you catch me admiring a part of you?"

The boy smiled, "You were looking at my butt," getting giggles from Peter and Carlos.

The man returned the smile. "Yes, I was admiring your butt, but also curious about something."

"What do you mean?"

"You do have a very sexy butt, but it's also a small one, with a small opening. I was thinking there's no way I can fit inside without causing you a lot of pain, more than you can handle. So I decided to do Carlos first and see how he handles it and then talk to you."

"I thought you said it stretches so that something can fit inside."

"That's usually true, but like a rubber band, it can only stretch so much. If I push too hard to get inside, I might do some damage that will require us to go to the hospital. Before that happens, you will be in a lot of pain, more than you should, for losing your cherry."

"But I want to," the 11-year-old tried to emphasize.

"I know you do Raphael. Tomorrow we'll both enjoy that new feeling. I just want you to know, we'll take it as easy as we can. If it's too much, we'll wait and try again another day. Don't worry, you're not getting away without me having that sweet cherry." Raphael grinned.

As everyone went into the kitchen, John noticed the glances the boys gave to his cock. Maybe it was out of politeness or nervousness, they didn't say anything. John turned around and faced them. "Go ahead and look. Since we're going to be naked all the time, we shouldn't be shy about your nudity and the others. I want to look at you all the time. You should be able to look at me whenever we're together."

The boys quietly nodded their heads. John could tell by the expression on their faces that their uppermost thought was, "That cock will never be able to fit inside my ass." But he will prove them wrong. He tried to comfort the three.

"Listen, I know what you're thinking, but boys as young as eight can take a man's cock. So will you. The first couple of times will be painful, but after a while, you'll enjoy it a lot."

The three nodded their heads as everyone sat at the table and had their first nudist breakfast. John felt satisfied that the first three days as a family had been better than he expected. Now his thoughts moved ahead. How much time would be needed before either (a) they would feel comfortable having another man like Troy as part of their sexual family and (b) ready to visit an island containing several hundred naked men, women, and children, Kalauka Island? Peter already knew such people lived nearby but not their 100% sexual lifestyle.

With the meal over and the kitchen cleaned, Raphael fed his dog. Then three naked boys began going over their list of the chores that had to be done. He knew it would take a few days before the initial excitement settled down and life would be more of a routine. When the boys were through, they wanted to experience their first roaming of the island without wearing any clothing. Agreeing to their request, he told the boys he was going back to the house to set up a class schedule on the computer for each boy. "Be careful out here, and Raphael, watch out for Picasso."

"We will," Raphael replied for everyone as the three took off on one of the trails, giving the man a beautiful look at three beautiful cute butts that had yet to be conquered. As he entered the house, the cell phone was ringing.

The call from Troy was unusual. A man had arrived in Majuro and was asking to be taken to Paradise Island.

"What! Who is he?" John asked.

"He introduced himself as Lord Langley from England."

"England. I don't know anybody in England. Is he connected to one of my business investments? Why didn't he call me before flying out here?"

"He was being very evasive about that and what his purpose is for seeing you. All he kept repeating was that what he had to say was for your ears only."

"And he wants to see me?" John sounded skeptical.

"He seems like a very proper, but mysterious Englishman. What do you want me to do? He says this first visit will be brief."

"He's already assuming there will be a second one." John thought for a moment. "Go ahead and bring him. I doubt his visit will be long and you can take him right back to Majuro. He could be a fake trying some kind of a scam."

"When should I bring him over?"

"Tomorrow afternoon will be fine. Thanks, Troy."

"How are you on supplies?"

"I'm good. I'll contact you Wednesday with the new list."

"All right. See you tomorrow."

John leaned back on his chair and pondered the strange call. Who could be interested in flying all the way here from England to see him? He had an accountant who handled all his financial affairs. He could check anytime on the Internet and look at his portfolio and see where his money was being invested. There were some strange-sounding names listed, but he figured they were businesses where some of his millions held stock. He trusted the accountant implicitly as his bank account continued to grow every quarter. Was this visitor a representative from one of those accounts that were in England? Couldn't he have conveyed any information through his accountant or call or email him directly? It would be interesting to see what this man wanted.

And then it hit him. Langley! The name of the estate he, Mike, and Miles went to that evening 200 years ago after purchasing the former peg boy's ownership and later that evening setting him free. Is this man from that family? Whoever he was, how could he have known about John? He thought about it and then recalled the painting in the hallway that showed him and Mike posing. Could that painting two centuries later draw attention causing the current Lord Langley to see him? How could he know his name just by looking at a painting? Didn't the humming cave reset history after he and Mike returned?

Of course, that could never be confirmed, but if not, how was he going to explain the painting? Then he smiled as he got a simple answer. Regardless of what this Lord Langley thought, John wasn't there 200 years ago. He wouldn't be alive today. No more thinking about this man. In a few hours, he had a date to get his first cherry in six years.

Heading to his computer, he looked at the folders Sister Maria had given him about each boy and how far educationally each was. Selecting the same online academy he used for the previous four boys, he enrolled them and got the web address where each boy would log into and begin their schooling. Soon the voices of three boys and a barking puppy were heard as they had returned to the house. Looking at the clock, he realized it was already lunchtime. He made sandwiches for everyone.

After the meal, John introduced the boys to the computer and enlightened them on what they had to do. For the next several weeks, he would recall smiling and trying to keep a straight face as he watched each boy hunt for a key on the keyboard or position a mouse to click. None of the three had ever been on a computer, so this was an entirely new experience for them. A 30-minute lesson, in the beginning, took over an hour.

The boys were smart and knew the answers to the questions. Carlos and Raphael had been going to classes at the orphanage and Peter had been homeschooled by his mother. It was inputting the data that was slow going. When the boys stated they knew what they had to do to log on, they went outside. John decided to go and join them. He sat on the porch as he once again watched the three running in the sand, Picasso chasing after them. Even Peter seemed to forget that he was playing without any clothing. Their boyish laughter and behavior would give a first-time visitor the impression that these boys had been living a nude lifestyle all their lives.

John looked at Carlos and thought of his upcoming conquest when he would pop the cherry of the 12-year-old. Along with the others, he ran outside naked as though it was as natural as could be. Then his eyes focused on Raphael and it started an erection as he thought about the boy. When it came to sex, he knew the boy wanted to join John in bed for whatever the man had planned. After getting a good look at the man's tool, did he still desire to have his small anal opening stretched to accommodate it? Was he being nice just to please John, regardless of his possible fears of what he would face?

Making sure his cock was flaccid, he called out to Carlos. John saw the shiver in the boy's body as he realized the time had come to prove he wanted to be a member of the family and to offer himself whenever the man desired.

"Are you ready?"

The 12-year-old came up the porch and stood in front of John and nodded his head. The man took a moment to view the beautiful youthful flesh that covered this boy. Getting a nod in return, both entered the house and went to John's bedroom.

"You going to stick your cock in me now?"

"Yes, I am. Let's go shower and then we'll get ready."

"Together?"

"Why not? You can do sex in the shower too," getting a huge grin from the boy.

Lots of laughing and giggling occurred while both took turns washing each other. Needless to say, John concentrated the soap on that beautiful boy's cock and its precious jewels hanging underneath. The firm ass cheeks, so wonderful to the touch, received attention too as the man soaped them, in between feeling the tight pucker he would soon enter.

After both had rinsed off and it seemed like the shower was over, John got on his knees, cupping the silky sack, and gently sliding the small erection into his mouth as he began an oral ride the boy had never experienced before. He also probed the boy's anal opening and was glad to see the boy didn't resist as he slid a finger inside. The man wasn't sure if the moaning coming from the boy was the sucking his young cock was receiving, the feeling of something inside his ass, or both. Whichever, the boy was leaning against the shower wall, eyes closed, his body starting the small jerks indicating it was close to riding the first orgasmic wave from having his cock sucked. When it came, John had to remove his finger, reach up and hold the boy as it looked like he was going to fall. He then held the boy close as the warm water cascaded over them, the boy, eyes closed, momentarily living in another world of sexual nirvana.

Turning off the water, John continued to hold the boy as the euphoria of an orgasm gently faded and he began to stand on his own. John thought the boy had shot a small amount of sperm. Recalling Raphael's comments about feeling some sticky stuff when he jerked him off, it probably was. The little he could taste was wonderful. "Virgin boy cum," he told himself.

"Welcome back young man. How was your trip?" All Carlos could do was give his wonderful smile and wrap his arms around the man's waist. "Are you ready to lose your cherry?"

"I'm ready," Carlos answered releasing his hold, opening the shower door, and grabbing two towels for them. Like before in the shower, both man and boy took turns drying one another, then proceeded to the large bed. The 12-year-old didn't hesitate, lying on his stomach, his sweet ass ready for his friend to enter and enjoy. John asked the boy to turn over, as he wanted his hands to touch and explore the naked preteen. This was a continuation as every inch of him was touched in the shower. He felt hands going over his chest, stomach, and legs. Telling the boy to turn back on his stomach he felt the man's hands rub his back and gently play with the soft ass cheeks of the boy. He then told the boy it was time.

Ever since he and Carlos were in the shower until this moment, John's erection had painfully remained hard. He noticed the 12-year-old taking glances. He had a momentary doubt when he saw it soft this morning, but the stiff rod now facing him looked like a monster. He took several deep breaths as he told himself he could take it. If he failed, how could he expect Raphael, being smaller, to handle his anal invasion? And Peter! It took a lot to persuade him to join the sexual lifestyle of the family. If he failed, would the boy have second thoughts of wanting to continue living here on Paradise Island?

As for John, he knew the waiting period was going to be worth it as he climbed another mountain and would soon stand on its peak. Propping up the boy's rear with pillows, he lubed his fingers and slowly introduced one, wiggling it inside, then two and finally three fingers in the tight ass of the boy. Carlos seemed to easily accept one finger and then two. Three took a little more effort, as he felt some pain as his anal chute stretched more than he could ever remember.

Grabbing the lube, John generously coated the entrance of the small gateway. Once his cock was greased, he positioned himself above the boy. He told the boy to spread his cheeks, which Carlos did, revealing the crinkled opening. Positioning the head of his cock at the doorway and asking the boy if he was ready, he began the steady push.

The talk had been of pain when a man's cock tried to get inside a boy's ass. Carlos took a deep breath. He felt the pressure when the man's cock was at his entrance. There was already a twinge of pain. He tried to relax as much as possible. He felt the large cock head pushing gently, but steadily on his anal hole. Carlos thought his anal opening was as wide as it was going to get. He wondered how much more it could stretch to fit the man's cock. His anal ring was being asked to do something it never did before. John kept asking him if he should stop.

"Do a little bit, then stop so I get used to it before pushing some more," was his reply.

John was trying to be as gentle as he could but knew no matter how easy he was trying to make it, there was no way left but to push it in and see if Carlos could handle it. He recalled how each of the original boys handled the pain as they felt their cherry taken and the man fully impaled inside them. He was prepared to pull out immediately if it was too much for the boy. The ring was stretching. It was time to push it to the limit, as a final push broke through, the muscle clamping tightly on the head of his rigid member.

Carlo's body jerked in a spasm as a rush of pain hit him. He was about to scream out to stop but recalled hearing that the pain didn't last long and soon it would feel good. As John kept asking him if he should pull out, all the boy could do was shake his head no and tell the man to give him some time to get used to this invasion. Tears grew in his eyes as he fought the urge to tell John he couldn't take the pain. The man was motionless as the boy kept taking several deep breaths, as indeed the pain wasn't as bad as when he first felt it. It still hurt like hell, but he was gaining confidence that he could take more of the man's cock.

"Go slowly, John. I think I can handle it now. It doesn't hurt as bad." He was glad he didn't scream. He recalled the last time he screamed. It was in anguish as he saw his parents murdered by the kidnappers. It may not have been physical pain, but emotionally it tore through him as though it was a knife.

Encouraged by the boy's handling of the initial pain and desire to take more, John slowly pushed in inch by inch. It took a while as the boy moaned as he felt his insides being filled, a feeling never before experienced, but soon Carlos heard the words he wasn't sure he'd hear.

"I'm inside you. You did it!"

The 12-year-old, despite the initial discomfort, felt proud that he gave the man the pleasure he wanted as he felt the large organ slowly pull out until just the head was inside, then slowly slide back in. Now a new feeling was overtaking him. It was the emptiness of not having John inside him, followed by the sexual pleasure of being stretched and filled again. He was now learning how to love a cock in his ass. The pain was quickly dying away and all the boy could feel was the steady in and out motion as the man shoved his cock deep inside the boy. Carlos started pushing his ass up in tune with the man's push, as he wanted to feel as much as possible inside his anal tunnel.

The boy's rhythmic upward thrust as John reentered him gave the man of not only another conquest in taking a boy's cherry but that Carlos was now experiencing the love of anal sex. His desire to increase the speed and plunge even deeper, if that were possible, drove him in such a force that the boy's body was like a rag doll being shaken by the sheer impact of each move. Soon both man and boy reached the peak together. Even though he hadn't touched it, Carlos felt his cock twitch and start the same reaction he knew was the prelude to his first anal orgasm. He felt the wetness inside him as the man released his load seeming to fill him up inside, his own body was reacting to dual points of intensity as both his cock and ass felt their orgasmic pleasures.

John's arms were aching as his cock softened and he slowly withdrew it from the boy's ass, noticing the wide gaping hole that was closing as a small amount of jizz began to leak out. He lay down next to the boy, putting an arm over the lad's back.

"You okay?" All the boy could do was nod his head. "You did great and I thank you for giving me a good time. When you're ready, go shower, let a lot of water hit your butt. Come back here and I'll put some ointment there to help with the pain. When you feel like it, you can go back outside and tell the others how it went."

After he saw Carlos was through with his shower, John took one, changed the sheets on the bed, and then headed toward the porch and resumed sitting on the lounge chair. Shortly, he saw the three boys appearing from a corner of the shore. John smiled as he spotted Carlos, walking a little gingerly as he appeared to share with Raphael and Peter what he had experienced losing his virginity.

"I'm not kidding," Carlos began. "When John pushed inside I thought my hole was going to tear open, but if you can handle that pain, it doesn't hurt as much as he pushes his whole cock inside you."

"What did it feel like?" the curious Raphael.

"It was strange. It still hurt, but the pain was slowly going away. All you could feel was his cock sliding in and out of me." The boy smiled when he mentioned that it felt like warm pee when he shot his load inside. "It felt squishing, but nice, and when he pulled out for good, you felt empty, like his cock should stay inside you. And his white sperm leaked out of you like you're pissing out of your butt. Yes, I still hurt some, but now I know I can do this whenever John wants me." This gave the two other boys a little more confidence that when their turn came around they would be able to lose their cherries to John.

Later that afternoon John told the boys that a visitor from another country was going to come to the island the following day, so it was clothing mode like when Troy comes by. "I don't know this gentleman and for right now I don't want him to see you. So stay on the other side of the island until he has left."

John returned to the porch. A few moments later three naked beautiful boys appeared as they walked along the shore, close enough so that their bare feet were hit by the incoming waves. The new four-legged member of the group barked alongside. Although these were his new family, he couldn't help but for a moment recall Mike, Chris, and Matt as their young unclothed preteen bodies also strolled along that very same shoreline

For the second night in a row, Peter was asked to sleep with John. The boy readily agreed. Raphael didn't make any objections, as he wanted to share a bed with his friend Carlos and hear more of what his friend felt losing his cherry. Carlos repeated just about everything he told him and Peter earlier, but the 11-year-old wanted a personal narration.

"Did it hurt that bad?" Raphael asked as he ran his hand over the exposed rear end of the boy, as though any left-over pain would go away with his touch.

Looking at his young friend directly in the eye, Carlos responded. "I'm worried about you. Now that I know what it feels like, I don't think you can do it."

"I can! Remember when I dislocated my elbow and the elders popped it back into place? They told me they had a potion I could drink that would put me to sleep so that I wouldn't feel the pain. I was crying a lot but I never told them to stop. I almost screamed, but I didn't."

"Yes, you were very brave. I remember boys older than us crying when they got a cut on their arm or leg. If John will let me, I'll stand by you when your turn comes," getting a thankful look in return. As both boys fell asleep, Raphael wondered if he could handle the pain when John tried to push his man cock inside his tiny ass.

After his shower, John was surprised when he found Peter lying on top of the bed waiting for him. He couldn't help but stare at the lighter-skinned beautiful boy who was presenting his naked body to him for the evening.

Getting under the covers and turning off the lights, the man didn't hesitate running his hands over the naked boy, exploring him thoroughly as he didn't the night before. But like last night, he again fondled the hard boy cock and its contents. Peter was enjoying a new experience also. Since it was first brought up at the orphanage, discussed during the weekend visit to the island and since the adoption, the man had yet to touch him or make any sexual advances. Now as he felt hands touching every area and even a finger probing his boy chute, he found he liked it. He then felt a little ashamed at putting up such a fuss before when such new feelings he was now experiencing were unknown to him. Getting a hug from a mother or father was one thing. Getting loved like this was a whole new world. When he felt John's mouth encircle his cock, he jerked like a bolt of lightning hit him, but as he reached his peak and had the best orgasm ever, he knew this was a lot better than rubbing himself on a sheet.

As for John, after an earlier afternoon deflowering of Carlos, he knew he was on the way to having three new beautiful boys to enjoy whenever he wanted. He could tell by Carlos' reaction that although it hurt a lot, the euphoria of having a man's cock inside him was there and that he would be the first to look forward to such an act every time he could.

Yes, the new life on Paradise Island was shaping up to be a rerun of the prior six years. Three new beautiful boys were his, this time legally, to enjoy to his heart's content. He recalled how once in a rare while when the other four lived with him if he was just thinking of his pleasure and not so much theirs. Was he, in a way, like Lam Sin before? He quickly discarded that notion. Yes, sex was the motivational factor, but he loved the boys also. Now, as Peter curled up next to him after his first oral experience from John, the man knew that this time, as opposed to before, life would be a lot simpler for everyone here.

Little did he know that life ahead would present new obstacles and challenges, even greater than before.

***

Lord Langley was sitting in his hotel room in Majuro anxiously waiting to visit this mysterious person, John, and how he was if ever, connected to the Langley estate 200 years ago. MI6, the British Secret Intelligence Service, of which he was head, never had heard of this John. Yet, at this moment, the man felt he was the most important person in the world. Not wanting to stir any suspicions, he informed the Prime Minister that he had to make a trip to the South Pacific to check up on an item. Being of such rank, the PM never questioned his travels or investigations. If there was something that Whitehall needed to be informed of, everyone knew he would share the information.

But this revelation was of such that he had to investigate himself. Not only was his status as Lord of Langley jeopardized, but when he tried to stretch the facts it became impossible to believe. This unknown man could have knowledge that could change the whole world.

As he reviewed the documents he had before him, he received a scrambled call from one of his agents. "Your Lordship, I found some more information about this John."

"What is it? I'll be seeing him tomorrow. I want to know everything about him I can."

"This man is a convicted felon. He molested a 9-year-old boy ten years ago and served three years of incarceration. His ownership of that island is based on a state lottery winning of millions of dollars. There is no other legal trail beyond that."

"Has he ever made a trip abroad? What does his passport show?"

"He came to America once six years ago. He just stayed the night and returned to his island the following day."

"A 10,000-mile back and forth overnight visit?"

"We're trying to confirm that he returned with a 13-year-old boy."

"What else?"

"Homeland Security wasn't too cooperative. Somehow this John is connected to Lam Sin."

"Lam Sin! We've been trying to nail him for years. What kind of connection did Homeland Security have?"

"What information we could obtain was that three missing boys from California were supposed to go to that man."

"Yes, his appetite for young boys is well known. So what happened to those three boys?"

"They ended up on John's island."

"What?" Lord Langley was stunned.

"From what we could find, they lived with him for six years and then he sent them back to America to different colleges."

"And Homeland Security hasn't followed up on this?"

"They were being tight-lipped about it. The impression I got was that their focus was on Lam Sin, not the kidnapped boys, especially now as they are legal adults. And one more item, your Lordship, he just adopted three boys from the local orphanage."

"Thank you, Glen. Keep me informed if you find anything else."

"Do you want me to come over and bring a couple of men?"

"No, I don't think so. This John may be a man of coincidences, but I don't feel he is a threat of any kind," as the connection was severed.

Langley tried to digest what he had been told. The initial investigation was based on a painting and a letter. But it had grown far more than just that. What kind of a man was this John? Tomorrow would tell.

Chapter Twelve
Lord Langley

John was waiting at the helipad when Troy's chopper was first heard, then seen, as it approached the island. His curiosity had grown since he first heard about this man who had traveled many thousands of miles to see him personally. He had tried to see if there could be anything he was unaware of that could be used against him as a threat or blackmail. Nothing came to mind. He contacted his accountant to see if he had any dealings with this man and got a 'no' answer in return. So who was this Englishman and why the intense desire to see him? As far-fetched as it sounded, it had to be connected to the time trip 200 years ago, but how Lord Langley could have found out was the major question.

A few minutes later, the craft landed, the blades stopped turning and Troy got out of his seat, went around, and opened the passenger door. Out stepped a distinguished-looking gentleman, probably in his late 50's, with salt-and-pepper hair, standing a good six feet tall. He wore a gray suit and vest. If he wasn't English, he sure was dressed as one. He also carried a briefcase.

"Lord Langley, I'm John."

Sticking out his hand, Langley replied. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for this mysterious method I took to come here, but I hope after I explain the purpose of my visit, you will understand."

"Yes, Lord Langley, I am curious as to how you know me and why you are here. Shall we go up to the house?"

The three men walked the short distance to the front porch and inside directly to the living room. John offered refreshments but was politely refused. As everyone was settled, Langley looked at Troy, then back to John. "This is extremely confidential. I ask that we speak alone."

John was about to inform the Englishman that he would decide who should stay or go in his own house, but Troy quickly stood up. "No problem. Where are the boys? I'll go join them."

"Thanks, Troy. I believe they are somewhere near the glass bedroom."

"I'll go find them. Lord Langley, I'll see you when you're ready to leave."

"Thank you Troy," the Englishmen replied. "I apologize, John, if I caused any embarrassment. You'll know in a few short minutes why what I am about to tell you is, shall I say, delicate."

"Please, go on."

"Are you familiar with the Langley manor? We're located just outside London."

"I'm afraid not. I've never been to England. Why do you believe I should know this manor?"

Langley gave a slight smile. "Our family goes back nearly 400 years. We can trace our genealogy with pride. Last year, a local well-respected magazine wished to do an article about our country's royalties and their family history. During our investigation, a mystery of some sort appeared that no one ever noticed before. Someone had changed the records to show who was head of the Langley tree in the early 19th century."

John felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise. "This couldn't be," he told himself. Trying to act nonchalant, he asked, "Again, I don't see my connection to this. My family tree traces back to the Iberian Peninsula, also for nearly 400 years. I doubt my kin and yours ever met."

Again, Lord Langley gave a slight smile. "Maybe they did." He reached into his briefcase and took out what appeared to be a large 8x10 inch photograph. He watched John closely as he handed him the picture.

John tried to keep his hands steady, as he took the photo. So the place he and Mike visited the last few hours of their stay in London was indeed the same Langley manor he, Mike, and Miles had arrived at. He looked down half-knowing what the photo was. It was of the painting of John and Mike that hung in the hallway of the manor. He was sitting on a chair with the preteen standing next to him. It was the canvas both saw in person 200 years earlier. The two were only there a few hours before they were transported to ancient Rome. He always wondered how that painting got hung there. It was a mystery that never got answered. And for the past almost seven years he hadn't given it any further thought. The entire time travel incident rarely was recalled. Looking at Langley, he calmly replied, "An English-looking version of me. Are you saying I'm related somehow to that man in this painting?"

"No, I'm not. I just found it interesting that such a painting exists, and it was painted about the time a change was made in the genealogy of our family. Let me explain. This painting has been hidden for about 200 years. It was only recently discovered tucked away in a corner of an attic very rarely entered. No one knew about such artwork and no inventory ever listed it. Through an expert, we discovered it was painted sometime around the early 19th century, 1815 to 1825. But who were the man and boy?

"Checking our family tree, it appeared a change was made in 1820 listing John and Mike as co-lords of the Langley estate. Something mysterious happened shortly thereafter. They disappeared and a young boy named Miles inherited the title. No one knows who this John and Mike were and why they were inserted into the family genealogy. Sadly, the boy Miles died two years later of pneumonia."

John tried to remain calm. So something did change historically because of their presence, however brief it was. Poor Miles, apparently he had a short life. Did removing him from being a peg boy somehow contributed to his early death? How was all this being connected to him 200 years and thousands of miles later? What was the Englishman up to?

Lord Langley continued. "For some unknown reason, these three people became part of the line of the Langley tree, but nothing much is known about them. It was like a 'here today, gone tomorrow' type of event, but somehow inserted as though they belonged, maybe a discovered omission of some sort. We located the grave of poor Miles, but found nothing connected with this John and Mike. Our family though accepted these mysterious relatives and went about our business. During the magazine's investigation, another copy of our family tree was discovered with these names not listed anywhere. Instead, it showed another name that was Lord from 1791 until 1823. We concluded that for whatever unknown reason, the records were changed and accepted until later information proved the document was forged."

Again, John calmly asked the Englishman. "I appreciate you sharing this with me. I have no answer to the painting and the uncanny resemblance to that man. You stated that the canvas was done 200 years ago, so obviously I wasn't the subject, and who is this boy standing next to the man?"

"Forgive me, John. Of course, I'm not associating you personally with this painting. That is impossible, but we did discover something else in a small box that was beside the painting." The man reached again into his briefcase. What he pulled out couldn't prevent John from gasping in disbelief. It was one of the bracelets he and Mike wore during their entire time travel adventure. How was one found at Langley manor?

"No one seems to know what it is or what function, if any, it performs. It appears to be magnetic in its property. It seems to have a technological purpose, but way beyond that period. I even had it checked recently and its function, if any, is unknown. It's an unknown technology. Beyond that, it's another mystery," as the man handed the bracelet to John.

The man couldn't believe he was holding such an item again. Both he and Mike wore theirs during the entire time they were in England and Rome. When they returned to the humming cave, the bracelets were back in their original compartment by the control panel except for one that John kept in his safe. So where did this extra bracelet come from? Floods of memories now began to come back from the discovery of the cave to its final destruction. "It seems like you recognize it, John."

"No, I don't," the man replied, trying not to betray any emotions. "It's just as mysterious to me as it is to you. This doesn't look like an item that could have been made during that time, handing the bracelet back. Why are you trying to associate me with all this? Someone who looks like distant kin of mine doesn't mean anything. I'm sure you could verify that by looking up my family line."

"I did."

"What! What right have you to go snooping in my personal life?"

"Please John. I'm not here for some nefarious purpose. I have a mystery to solve and I believe you're the key. I wouldn't have come here and bothered you had I not been prepared with facts I learned about you and your past."

Getting angry, John stood up. "This conversation has ended. I must ask you to leave. I know nothing of your messed-up genealogy, and to somehow connect me to it, is preposterous as well as insulting. I'm amazed a distinguished gentleman as yourself would stoop to such low-handed tactics. Was this supposed to involve me investing my money into some scheme?"

Lord Langley said nothing. Instead, he reached into his briefcase and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. From its yellowed look, it seemed quite old. He silently and carefully handed it to John.

"What is this?"

"Please read it. If afterward, you want me to leave, I will and never contact you again."

John slowly sat down and took the worn page. As he read, he couldn't control his hands trembling as a day seven years ago came back to him. It was in a child's writing.

Dear John,

It's been a month since you and Mike left. It's been very lonely here. I'm trying to close Mr. Fletcher's business so that the boys who were there could live here, but all this would not have been possible without you. I dreamed of the things Mike told me about the future where you came from and your life on Paradise Island. I wish I could have gone back there with you.

In this box, you will find one of those bracelets you and Mike were wearing. I found it by accident. I tried it on hoping it would take me to you, but nothing happened. I'm hoping 200 years from now this bracelet and letter will somehow get to you. Maybe you can use it and bring me to your island. Please try. I have to go. Jakes is calling me. I love you.

Miles

There was silence for several moments before Lord Langley spoke. "I know you can't accuse me of fabricating a forgery. How would I know about Mike and Miles? As you can imagine, when this painting, the box, and its contents came to light, I got very curious. So for several weeks, I tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Let me assure you that only a couple of experts I hired to determine the age of the painting know of its existence and the same goes for this letter."

John carefully folded the letter and started to hand it back to Langley. The man shook his head. "No, I think it belongs to you, as well as this strange ring and the photo," as he handed the items back to the man. "If you want, I'll ship the painting to you."

"What do you want Lord Langley?"

"Just to know the truth. I want nothing else. I learned about Mike during my investigation. He's 19 years old now. He looks 12 or 13 in the painting. Why?"

"I need time to think this over. I'm not even sure if I can answer your questions."

"I respect that John. I will wait in Majuro. You call me whenever you wish to share anything with me."

The two walked back to the parked helicopter where Troy had been waiting. Shaking hands, John promised to contact the Englishman when he was ready. Soon, the craft was out of sight as John returned to his home, his mind tumbling with memories of seven years ago. How was he going to explain what Langley had discovered? First thing first, he needed to call Mike right away. He took pictures of the painting, bracelet, and letter. As he thought about how he was going to bring the subject up with Mike, the three boys came running into the living room.

"What did that man want?" Peter asked.

"Oh, nothing important. He heard about me and since he was traveling in the area wanted to stop by, introduce himself and say hello."

"Good," Raphael stated as he began to remove his clothing.

"Can't you wait for a little before getting naked?" Carlos seemed to admonish his younger friend.

"Nope. The last one naked to the hot springs is a rotten egg," as the now nude 11-year-old dashed out the house.

"Well, I don't plan to be the rotten egg," laughed John as he quickly got undressed and ran out the door followed by two naked boys.

Later that evening after dinner, John approached Raphael and asked him, "Are you ready?"

The boy took a deep breath. He looked directly at John, nodded his head, and said simply, "Yes, but can I ask a favor?"

"Sure."

"I want Carlos to be there with me. Please?"

John smiled at the boy. Those two had bonds many real brothers don't. They both lost their parents, spent two years as orphans, and now living as adopted sons of John. It only seemed natural that on a momentous occasion like this, Raphael would want his closest friend to be there. "Sure Raphael. I think he should be there," getting thanks from the boy as both headed to the master bedroom.

As opposed to yesterday when John and Carlos took a shower together, the man and the boy took separate ones. While waiting for the boy, John looked at the recently deflowered lad and spoke. "I'm glad Raphael asked for you. You two have done everything together. It's only right that today both of you are here."

"I wanted to ask Raphael to be with me yesterday, but was afraid if it didn't work out, he and also Peter would never want to lose their cherry."

"It's going to be hard. I'm still afraid of hurting him more than it should, but with you here, I think he'll get through it."

"And in the future, it will hardly hurt at all."

"Are you still in any pain from yesterday?"

"Just a little bit, but I get this strange feeling; I want to do it again."

John grabbed the boy's hand. "That's the way it should be. A boy desires to feel something inside him and a man desires to be inside a boy. Both man and boy get what they want."

"Is that how it was with the other boys who lived here with you?"

The man smiled recalling so many memories. Chuckling, he recalled, "I used to joke with them that I had created sex monsters. Not all of us wanted to do sex seven days a week, but a day never went by when two or more of us were enjoying one another."

Carlos smiled back. "It looks like you're going to have three new sex monsters to play with."

Before John could respond, a naked Raphael exited the shower and soon both were on the bed, Carlos sitting on a chair a few feet away. To get the boy in the mood and relaxed, he expertly sucked on the circumcised hardened tube of boy flesh. Again, the boy rode on a wave of pleasures never experienced before coming to his new home. His moaning got louder and almost with a yell, the same jerking repeated itself as a new wave of orgasmic bliss overtook the 11-year-old. Carlos's cock was rock hard as he recalled his cock being sucked while he and the man were in the shower. As John watched Raphael come down from his orgasmic high, he could still sense the nervousness from the boy to being anally penetrated as they lay on the bed. John spoke a few words of encouragement. "Carlos told you what to expect. It will hurt some when I first push inside you but relax, take deep breaths and soon the pain will be gone and another new feeling will replace it."

Even with the upcoming pain, he knew he would feel, the 11-year-old still had a cheeky comment. "I don't care how bad it hurts. I'll make it as long as I got those feelings when you suck my cock."

"As many times as you want," the man planted a kiss on the boy's forehead.

The boy silently nodded his head as he flipped over to his stomach, giving the man a beautiful sight of a virgin boy giving his ass to be penetrated. Carlos slid the chair right up to the bed. Telling his friend to always be looking at him, he grabbed his right hand squeezing it.

Repeating the scenario done the previous day, the man used fingers first. Raphael couldn't accept trying three fingers. He was too tight. John thought of stopping and waiting until the boy grew a little bit, but Raphael shook his head and even raised his ass a few inches from the pillow. Sensing the determination of the boy to try, he then lubed up the boy's tight ass and attempted to enter. Carlos felt his hand squeezed tightly from Raphael as the pain from his anal ring being stretched grew.

John was meeting resistance but kept the pressure. He felt the boy beneath him wiggle his ass as though trying to find a less painful way to allow the man's cock to enter him. There was no more use in waiting. Taking a deep breath and hoping his lust for this boy didn't result in some permanent physical or psychological damage, he pushed through feeling his cock clamped on as tight an ass he had ever felt.

Carlos slapped a hand over Raphael's mouth as he thought the boy was going to scream. Instead, Raphael stared with eyes open as the initial pain washed over his body. He moaned but made no other sound. Carlos quietly asked him if he wanted John to pull out. Surprisingly, Raphael smiled, although one could tell he was trying to handle the pain, "I haven't lost my cherry until he's in, right?" Carlos nodded his head.

Turning his head to face the adult, the 11-year-old declared, "Take my cherry, John."

The man couldn't help but be amazed. This small boy who was experiencing who knows how much pain at that moment wanted John to continue.

There were more grunts from the boy, but no indication this deflowering was something he couldn't handle. To John, he was somewhat surprised. Raphael was losing his cherry, yet he seemed to be handling it better than expected.

It did hurt some. It hurt a lot. Raphael knew it would. It didn't take a rocket scientist to understand that a large cock like John's was going to have a difficult time entering a much smaller hole. Although he knew his sphincter muscle stretched and closed every time he used the bathroom, it never had to open to the extent it was being asked to now–but at that moment it had.

Somehow the man's cock had pushed through that ring and was slowly filling him up inside. His first feelings were that he had to take a crap badly, to expel the monster inside him, but within a few moments of feeling the man's cock almost completely pull out, he now wanted it back inside. The pain was disappearing and now a new sensation replaced it.

Was this the pleasure part he saw some boys enjoy when spying on them back at Lib Island? Was he starting to like feeling his small ass being plowed by a man's cock? His young cock seemed to think so as it had stiffened as it rubbed on the pillow beneath it and was about to drive him over another orgasmic cliff. In the final moments, he felt the last act of being fucked when something wet shot inside him coating the walls of his anal tunnel. He was now no longer a virgin. His cherry had been popped.

John slowly withdrew his now softened shaft from the boy's ass. This had been one fantastic cherry popping. Concerned that the boy would cry or beg him to stop, instead, like with Carlos, he seemed to adapt to losing his virginity and appeared to want the man inside him as he kept pushing his butt upward to force more of the man inside. So now he could just concentrate on the feelings his manhood was receiving from another warm tight tunnel, gripping his cock, squeezing it as though trying to milk it, which it successfully did, as he knew he shot a big load of his cum inside the boy. Cleaning the boy up, he lay next to him.

"You did great Raphael! How was it for you?"

"I now know how Carlos felt. It's sore back there, but not a bad painful type. I didn't think you could fit inside me."

Turning to his side, the boy reached out and hugged his closest friend who stood by him while losing his virgin innocence. Then John heard the sobs of the boy. Raphael had kept his word since the first-day sex was mentioned at the orphanage. He allowed the man to do whatever he wanted, which a few moments ago was losing his boy cherry. Carlos looked at John as the boy continued to sob. Quietly nodding his head, the man left the bedroom and went to shower.

Finding Peter several moments later in the living room, the boy asked how it went with Raphael. Stating the 11-year-old made it, John explained a little more. "The muscles, regardless of which ones you talk about, are pretty strong and can stretch and twist when necessary. If it makes you feel any better, no matter how old you are, eleven years old or 21 years old, the first time will always be the hardest since you've never done it before. I'm sure you will get through it as had Carlos and now Raphael so far. You don't have to wait until you lose your cherry to enjoy sex. Being naked began your life of sex. You should now start doing things with Carlos and Raphael."

"You mean like sucking their cocks or sticking mine in their butts?"

"And vice versa. I didn't adopt you to be my sex toys only for my pleasure. I want the three of you to enjoy each other too. With time and practice, you'll be giving each other some great feelings and wanting more."

Peter gave the man a large smile and then a hug. "I'm glad I'm here John. I almost made the mistake of being scared of sex and stopping me from living with you."

"That's a closed book now Peter. We're here and we're starting a new life that hopefully will make us very happy for many years to come," as John planted a kiss on the boy's forehead. "Let's let the two of them use my bed. Want to sleep with me?" Peter eagerly nodded his head. Taking a hallway bedroom and giving the boy another blowjob, both were soon asleep.

***

The following morning at breakfast, Raphael was describing his cheery popping of the night before to Peter. He bent over and spread his cheeks so that Peter could see. The anal ring was nearly closed. Only some redness showed around the opening where the man's cock had rubbed going in and out. He and Carlos seemed to have similar emotions of how it first felt to feel John's cock inside them, followed by the new desire to feel something pushed inside more often. The man reminded the boys that they should begin playing sexually with each other and that he would call one when he was in the mood.

After the meal and again taking the boys around the island to supervise their new responsibilities, John decided it was time to call Mike. He knew it was a late afternoon where Mike lived, so he should be home.

"This is a surprise John," Mike answering his cell phone. "How are things with you and the new boys coming along?"

"Everything's fine here."

"Matt told me the last time we talked on the phone that you mentioned something about a dog."

"Yes, I promised Raphael that if he was adopted I would get him his pet. It's a German Shepherd. It's the same breed the boy had before he was orphaned."

"That's great John. You always were looking after everyone else, looking for ways to make them happy. I'm sure you miss Princess though."

"I do. She was a good dog. She still remembered me after being separated for three years. Even if you guys had never landed on the island, I wasn't alone. Listen, I need to talk to you about something that happened seven years ago that's come back to haunt us today."

"Are you serious? Has this to do with Lam Sin? Is he back?"

"No, that's not it."

"Then what did we do seven years ago? The only other thing I can remember is the hot sex the five of us had."

Chuckling, John replied. "I should have made myself a little clearer Mike. I'm talking about what 'you' did 200 years ago."

"200 years ago. I don't understand. Are you talking about when we were sent to the past by the humming cave?"

"I am. Did you remember a conversation you had with the boy Miles shortly after we arrived at that castle?"

"I remember giving him his first blowjob. What's wrong?"

"Do you recall telling him about the future and Paradise Island?"

There was silence for several moments before the young man replied. "I do now. I remember you got upset about it. Just before we were sent to Rome, you told me he asked questions and you were trying to explain about us."

"That's right. After you and I left, Miles became lord of the manor and it somehow changed the family tree to include your name and mine. Sadly, Miles didn't live much longer, just a couple of years. He died of pneumonia."

"God, I'm sorry to hear that. After what he went through and finally getting his freedom, he didn't live long enough to enjoy it. But I don't understand your concern. How do you know about Miles' death?"

"I'm faxing you a document and a couple of photos as we speak."

The cell phone connection was quiet for several minutes until Mike returned. "Is this for real? How did you come upon the bracelet and letter?"

For the next thirty minutes, John spoke about Lord Langley's surprise visit and his investigation into the brief insert of theirs and Miles' name into the family tree, only to discover it was a forgery. "He was quite thorough. He knows you were living here when you were younger. He even gave me a photocopy of the painting of you and me hanging in the hallway."

"Oh my God! Does he know about the humming cave?"

"Not specifically, but he suspects that something very unusual happened and he's trying to find the answers."

"What are you going to tell him?"

"The truth."

"About our time travel experience?"

"Why not? At least the London part. With the cave destroyed, he can believe it or not. There's nothing else he can do. Whether he wants to accept what I tell him is up to him."

"But how did Miles get a hold of a bracelet? We both had ours when we arrived in Rome."

"I don't know Mike. Maybe one did fall off our wrist and an automatic replacement was there when our travel ended."

"Do you want me to come over? You shouldn't have to handle this alone. I can be there in two days. It will finally give me a chance to meet Raphael, Carlos, and Peter."

"And get your dirty little hands on their naked bodies?"

"I was trained by the best pervert in the land."

Both laughed, a relief from the shocking news just revealed. "Are you sure you want to come over? What about your classes?"

"I'll take them online while I'm there. It'll be reminiscent of when I was taking my high school courses, and it will be good to see you again."

"Same here. I'll make the flight arrangements and meet you at the airport."

"Great! Don't worry John. We'll get through this. See you in a couple of days."

***

"Boys, I have a surprise for you. Mike will be coming over for a visit and spend some time with us."

"Really?" Raphael asked.

"Yes. I need him to help me with some personal matters. So he's flying here from America."

"Does it have to do with that strange man who was here yesterday?" Carlos wondered.

"In a way it does, but it's also a chance for him to finally meet you. You can talk to him and ask him any question you want about what life was like here during the years he lived with me."

"Will he do sex with us," coming from Peter.

"Well, if I know Mike and he sees three sexy boys he's only seen pictures of, he'll want to hop in bed with you almost as soon as he arrives," John answered with a smile. This got the boys to giggling and laughing at the thought of someone who lived here before coming back and having sex with them.

"Carlos, that man you mentioned will be coming back for a visit after Mike gets here. He's from England. So I want you guys to behave yourselves. Thankfully, when he came here a couple of days ago, you were on the other side of the island where Troy said he found you. The last thing I wanted to do was to explain to a stranger why three naked boys were running around the island. So the day he arrives until he leaves, you wear clothes."

"You want us not to be around like last time?" Peter asked.

"No, his Lordship knows of you being adopted by me, so there's no need hiding, but wear clothes and be on your best behavior."

As the afternoon moved along the three boys sat on the porch and talked among themselves. "I can't believe Mike is coming over to visit," stated Carlos.

"I bet he can tell us a lot about living here for six years with John," Peter put in.

"And the sex," chirped in Raphael.

"Is that all you ever think about?" Peter asked.

"Maybe Mike will tell us of some sex things he did with John that we haven't done yet. John said he thought Mike wanted to do stuff with us. Don't you want to know?"

"Sure," Carlos answered, "but Mike is coming over for a visit, I'm sure mainly to see John. So we can't pester him about sex. If we bug him too much he might not want to do anything with us."

The three were quiet for a moment as that sobering thought sank in. Here was an opportunity to spend time with one of the original boys who lived here on the island. All saw the many photos of Mike and the others having a wonderful time with John. They wanted to know more and even partake of some fun with him. All three agreed it could happen if they played their cards right.

For Peter, he knew what needed to happen before Mike arrived. He was the last boy waiting to feel the man's cock inside him, to lose his cherry. John hadn't brought the subject up, but the boy knew if he was to join Carlos and Raphael in whatever sex they did with Mike, he had to be like one of them, a former virgin boy.

Chapter Thirteen
Devil From The Past

John spotted Mike immediately as the young man cleared customs. He walked toward the good-looking 19-year-old and hugged him. "Good to see you. How was your flight?"

"Long."

"Sorry about that. It was the shortest layover in Honolulu I could get. There aren't that many flights to Majuro from there. You can rest all you want when we get to Paradise Island. The boys are very anxious to meet you."

Mike then spotted Troy and hugged him. "Good to see you too, Troy. I should tell you that the documents you got me years ago have worked perfectly. There have never been questions on any of them."

"For what John had to pay for them, they should be perfect," Troy replied. "Let's get your luggage and head to the other side of the airport where my helicopter is parked."

The trio chatted during the flight to Paradise Island. Troy had been filled in on the Englishman's investigation and agreed with John's decision to give the man the truth. "As John said, he can believe it or not. At least he'll get his answers and hopefully, this will be the end of it. I believe he will keep quiet."

As the helicopter made its approach to Paradise Island, three sets of hands were waving in greeting from three clothed boys. As Mike got off the craft and looked at the boys, he turned to John. "Very cute. You sure know how to pick them."

"Raphael, Carlos, and Peter picked me." John introduced each boy to Mike. Facing the trio, John began. "Boys, I want you to meet Mike. He, along with Chris and Matt, landed on this island almost seven years ago. He's been anxious to meet you and is going to be visiting us for a while."

"Hi guys," Mike replied, "I look forward to spending time with all of you."

The three boys started pelting Mike with questions before John raised his hand. "Hold on guys. Let's get up to the house. Mike's had a long trip and I'm sure he's very tired and hungry. There will be plenty of time to ask questions later." Carlos and Raphael offered to carry Mike's luggage and started walking up to the residence.

Turning to Troy, Mike shook the pilot's hand. Thanks for the ride. Hope I'll be seeing more of you during my visit here."

"I hope so too. We have a lot of memories to recall." Troy turned to John. "I'll contact Lord Langley when I get back and will bring him here tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, Troy. And find some free time to visit here as long as you can."

"I'll do that," and shortly afterward, the copter was up in the air speeding away.

Mike stood still for several moments as he looked around. "I miss this place and you. These first few months away have seemed like years. Sitting alone in my room, I wondered if I made a mistake to leave here. Thankfully the course studies help keep my mind occupied"

"It was necessary Mike. You had to try living on your own, to plan your future independent of me. The same was true for the others. You four lived in 'my' world for six years. It was time to make your own. Like you, it was a terrible void for months being alone, but I knew it was the right thing."

Mike turned to John as they began the walk to the house. "Now you have these beautiful boys to replace us."

John grabbed Mike's arm. "Whoa! Stop right there! These boys are not replacements! A hundred cute boys couldn't replace the love I had for the four of you. I was very lonely too. It was Aukai and Troy who insisted I go to the orphanage. I was fortunate that Raphael, Peter, and Carlos were available, needing a home. Each one is as different as you, Matt, Chris, and Joshua are. Peter looks a little like Matt, but that's as close as it gets. Don't ever think I'll love any of you four less today as during the years we spent together."

"I know John. I'm sorry for saying that. Can I say something else and please try not to be upset."

"Of course, anything."

"I know when we were together, we had a wonderful time. I'll never forget the sex we all shared. Even as we grew older, I know we tried to act like little kids. We didn't want to grow up."

"I remember. I know you looked silly sometimes trying to behave like a 12-year-old when you were approaching adulthood. Deep inside I knew you were doing that for me."

"It was us also. We didn't want to grow up. Remember the arguments we had later about digging out the humming cave and seeing if we could figure out how to just send us back a few years to when we first landed on this island and relive those early years all over again?"

"I remember. Even if we could dig it out, the room with the control panel would probably be demolished by the explosions. And of course, we had no way of knowing how those symbols worked. It was a nice fantasy though."

"Yes, sadly we accepted that."

"That's why Mike, I knew you had to leave and try living in a different world. You couldn't act like a 12-year-old forever. It wasn't natural. You had to grow up."

"Now, after being away, I still feel like a little kid inside. I hope this statement doesn't anger you, but ever since you adopted these new boys, all I've thought of is having sex with them."

The two approached the steps to the porch and stopped. John was quiet for several moments before he spoke. "I'm not upset Mike. I knew that when school breaks and the free time arrived you would visit here. We could go to Kalauka Island and you could have had an orgy with the boys there to your heart's delight."

"I thought of that. What's made it so hard is seeing all the hot young boys in my neighborhood when I took walks and lusting for them. Each night I don't know what I jacked off to more, recalling my life here or what it would be like having sex with one of those boys."

Before going inside, the two sat on the porch. John was trying to understand what his young friend was going through. He thought back to when he first met Joshua when he was a 9-year-old boy. As a blond, blue-eyed angel, he did lust for him. Soon, he had him naked in bed and both surprisingly had a great sexual time. He paid dearly for that, but thankfully it worked out in the end as Joshua joined him on Paradise Island. He had lost three years but gained six with the boy.

Mike had spent several years, day-after-day, in a sexual environment. John had thought that having them stand on their own two feet was good for them, but could he have been wrong? How could he have expected them to turn off years of a sexual lifestyle like a switch? Was it possible the other three were going through the same emotions?

"Mike, I never thought of that. I knew you would always enjoy sex as passionately wherever you settled down as you did here.

"I thought since the four of you were sexually active with each other as you grew older, that would continue as you found others your age. I should have seen the signs as all of you tried so hard to act like little boys all the time. You are now adults. It's your turn to enjoy sex with those younger."

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"God no, Mike! I understand what you're saying. If anything, I'm happy you controlled your urges and have not approached any boy. If caught, the consequences would be terrible. Believe me, I know. Tell you what; we'll talk about it more during your visit. As for lusting after my boys, they have seen enough naked pictures and videos of you from our first two years that they can't wait to hop in bed with you," as he hugged Mike.

"Thanks, John," as the two entered the house.

As Mike stepped into the living room, he paused as he looked around. "I can't believe I've been gone. It feels like I just woke up and started another day here. Everything looks the same."

"I couldn't see any reason to change anything. Come to think about it, this place and its furnishings have been the same since you first set foot here."

As the two sat on the sofa, Mike asked the man, "How was it since we left?"

"Well, I tried to continue life as usual, but it took some adjustment. As you know, Chris and Matt didn't want to leave. Like you, I told them they needed to start their own lives. I wanted all four of you to graduate at the same time. Letting Chris and Matt stay here just meant they would be behind you academically. I didn't want the others to have to play catch up."

"I guess Joshua would still be here if his mother hadn't gotten sick."

"He claimed he didn't want to live anywhere else and when it came down to just he and I, he stated he didn't want to leave me alone. His mother's illness settled the matter."

"So he's in school?"

"Yes, he finally enrolled before it got too late. I threatened to take away his college trust if he didn't."

"I was saddened when I heard of Chief Haoa's death four months ago."

"Yes, it was so sudden. It hit Aukai and Kauri very hard," John replied. "Although Aukai is now 19 years old, it's still a very young age to be a leader with the responsibilities and customs to keep secret and safe." John thought for a moment. "Now that I think about it, his installation ceremony as chief is the only trip I took to Kalauka Island since all of you left."

Mike then got up and looked at John with a smile. "First, I need to use some of that cream to prevent hair growth. I hardly have any but want to make sure no more grows. So where do I sleep tonight?"

Getting a smile in return, the man answered. "You better check with the boys. I think they have your entire itinerary planned while you're here."

"In bed or out."

"Probably both," as the two men laughed.

***

As Mike disappeared down the hallway where he heard Carlos and Raphael talking, John spotted Peter standing by the entrance to the patio. He went outside and joined him, both sitting on the lounge chairs. "What's on your mind? I thought you would be peppering Mike with questions."

"John, I was thinking. Do you think Mike would want to do anything with me since I haven't lost my cherry?"

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"Raphael and Carlos will probably want Mike to fuck them, and I wanted you to be the first."

John couldn't help but smile at the 11-year-old. "Tell me," he thought to himself, "what boy in the world today is concerned because to date he hasn't lost his anal virginity to a man?"

"So you and I should take care of that issue right away so that you'll be equal to Carlos and Raphael?" The boy gave a sort of sheepish grin. A month ago, he would have never even considered sex of any kind. Now he's concerned because he's still a virgin. The man was quiet for several moments. Then he looked at the boy. "How would you like Mike to be the first?"

The boy looked at John. "Mike?"

"Sure. I've taken four cherries before I met you and two since. So I'm happy with what I've had the honor of doing. It would be a first for Mike. He never took the cherry of a boy before. You will have the claim of opening your ass to one of the original members of this island. And don't worry about me. I know you'll still be tight and feel great when you and I finally get together."

Peter thought for a moment. Yes, it would be a unique occasion, losing his cherry to one of the first boys who lived with John. "Will Mike want to do it?"

Seeing the aforementioned teen coming to the porch to join the duo, John replied, "Let's ask him."

"I thought we were sex-starved when we lived here," Mike began. "But those two inside make me feel like a newbie wanting to get started right away," getting laughs from the man and boy.

"Well, the only sex they've experienced is losing their virginity. They've seen the photo albums and want to experience the acts we did together."

"I hope I don't disappoint. It's been a few months."

"Michael, are you telling me that after six years of almost daily sex, a few months away in college has made you rusty?"

The 19-year-old smiled. "No, I'm ready. I will wear them out before they do me."

"That's the spirit. Now I have a surprise for you. Peter hasn't lost his cherry yet. How would you like the honor of deflowering him?"

Mike looked at the boy. "Would you let me be the first?" Peter nodded his head. Then Mike reached out to hug the boy as Peter gave him one in return.

"Okay. Tonight after dinner, you two use my bedroom and take whatever time you need. I expect the last virgin to be a virgin no longer when I see him again," getting smiles from the two participants.

As Peter headed toward the kitchen, Mike posed a question to John. "Although I know I'm a member of the family, today I'm a visitor. So I want to make sure I know what I can do with the boys sexually."

"Well, all Raphael and Carlos have experienced with me is losing their cherries and along with Peter having their cocks sucked, but yes, you are family and a guest.–but you have a special treat," getting a strange look from Mike.

"All these boys are preteens. When was the last time you had three young boys to enjoy at that age? You'll have three asses to fuck whenever you want. We couldn't do that on Kalauka Island except with those who passed the 'Right of Manhood' test. It dawned on Mike what John had just presented to him.

"You're right," with a voice that exhibited excitement. "We had young boys to enjoy on Kalauka Island but never fucked one younger than 12. And right now you have three."

"You can now understand my excitement when you, Chris, and Matt landed here."

Mike laughed, "You had three preteen cherry asses to break in! I can still remember losing mine like it was yesterday."

"So whatever the boys want to do or learn I'll let you teach them. It will be a surprise to see how far sex has evolved with these three during your visit."

"Now that I know I can enjoy these boys however I like, I have a request.

"Go ahead, Mike."

"I want the boys and me to spend our time in the glass bedroom. Besides the king-size bed, there's plenty of room inside and right next to the water."

John thought for a moment. "Well, it's going to be a little lonely here at night, but I'll be able to fantasize what you're teaching the boys and what new sex acts they'll be learning to bring to my bed when you leave. Sure, go ahead."

With a lecherous grin, Mike ended the conversation, "Wait till I tell the others."

***

Breakfast, the following morning, became the first occasion whereupon three boys and two men appeared naked at the table. Seeing Mike brought back memories of the final months together before the lad had to leave for college. Surprisingly, Mike's nudity wasn't the subject of breakfast, but instead, it was an excited Peter telling of losing his cherry to Mike.

"As you guys said, it did hurt pretty badly. Just when I thought I was going to tell Mike to stop, the pain started easing up." He giggled a little and stated, "When he came inside me I thought of it like a firehose putting out the fire or pain."

"Congratulations to both of you. What happened last night will always be a highlight of the sex you'll enjoy from now on out. Now all of you have opened the doors to the many ways of giving and receiving sexual pleasures. Now I officially have three horny devils."

"Don't forget about me," a smiling Mike added.

"You've been a horny devil for years," getting laughs from the boys, with even Picasso barking his excitement.

Since Mike and Peter used John's bedroom for the deflowering, they stayed there and slept in that room all night. John slept in one hallway bedroom while Raphael and Carlos shared the other. Through the wall, John could hear them giggling as two young boys continued to explore the joy of sex. He smiled. Yes, many years of great sex lay ahead.

After the meal, Mike had the boys take them around the island and show him what responsibilities they had. Sometimes he would chip in a little detail for them to check or make their work easier from his own experience. John, at home, was preparing himself for the visit of Lord Langley and how he was going to shock the man with what he would present. He looked at the clock as lunchtime was approaching and wondered why everyone wasn't back yet. At that moment three naked boys and one naked man entered the house, almost dripping wet.

Carlos explained, "We were at the hot springs. And Mike sucked all of our cocks!"

"For a long time," Mike began, "I thought I'd have to wait until we met the Kalaukans again to get my fill of sucking preteen boy cock. Here, three were available. Did you know Carlos can shoot a little?"

"Kalaukans?" Raphael asked. Peter was quiet, wondering when they would be explained to all of them.

Mike realized he again had let something slip. "Sorry John. I thought they knew."

"No problem. Yes, guys, they are our nearest neighbor, although 25 miles away. I was waiting for the right time to tell you about them." Knowing it wouldn't do to push the man for details, no more was said.

Mike then announced that starting that evening, he and the three boys would be spending nights in the glass bedroom to start their new sex lessons. The three boys got visibly excited wondering what new sex games Mike would teach them.

Raphael looked at John. "Won't you be lonely?"

The man smiled. "Not at all. You may be spending the night with Mike, but during the day you and I can do whatever we want."

Lunch was a boisterous affair as Mike shared some experiences he had as a boy of 12 when he first landed on the island, and although it was great seeing the four of them naked, John reminded them that soon Lord Langley would be here and that they must dress accordingly.

While waiting for Lord Langley, Mike sat with John on the porch. Picking up on yesterday's conversation the boy confirmed an observation. "Except for taking their cherries and sucking their cocks, your boys haven't done anything else sexual. They told me they suck each other as often as they can but they know there is more. So I can't wait to start showing them different positions for sex as well as other areas of their bodies that enjoy stimulation."

"Well, we haven't even been two weeks, officialy, as a family, so we're in the very early stages. Maybe you guys and I went faster learning new sex positions and techniques. I was going slower this time. In case the boys didn't tell you, it took three days of slow stripping just to get them naked! I must admit I couldn't wait to take Carlos' and Raphael's ass, but I wanted to be careful with Peter. It looks like he made it without any real difficulties."

Mike smiled, "I don't know who was more nervous, Peter or myself. When I think about it before the four of us started fucking each other, we had lost our virginity and no more pain to be concerned about. It was just the good feeling and how much cum we could shoot inside each other. Even on Kalauka Island, the boys we could have anal sex with had passed the 'Right of Manhood' test, so a larger cock in their ass was nothing they couldn't already handle. I must admit," Mike said looking at John with eyes half-closed, "I never felt as tight an ass as when I entered Peter. Even after cumming, I didn't want to pull out, it felt so good."

John put a hand on Mike's shoulder. "Maybe you can understand how I felt with you four boys and two here. When Raphael and Carlos arrived here for good, I knew I wanted to fuck them as soon as possible. It had been six years since I had a virgin. So, I pushed it a little to get them in my bed and give up that precious hole to me.

"John, the boys told me they felt your cum in their asses when you got off. Since then all you've done is give them blowjobs which they love, but you haven't gotten off on them yet. I mean having them get you off and shooting your spunk on their bodies?" getting a shake of the head from the man. "So they have yet to experience sucking your cock and having to swallow your cum."

"That's the next big step. It may be already on their minds, but yes, they need to learn to jack me off and feel the cum as it splatters over them. As you said, reciprocate in sucking my cock and taking my load in their mouths."

"So you don't have any objections if I introduce them to man cum. I want to shoot over their bodies and between their ass cheeks. I want them to touch and feel what cum is like and finally learn to suck a man and swallow his load."

"Wow! I see the future lessons in the glass bedroom will be very interesting. Of course, Mike, enjoy them all you want. I'll have lots of time after you go back to college to benefit from all they'll learn from you."

"I know we talked about it a thousand times, but it's too bad society has become what it is regarding a boy's desire to learn sex."

John thought for a moment. "Who knows what the future holds? Hopefully, in a safe environment where you need not worry about breaking any law, one or more boys will have the pleasure and desire to be bottom boys after giving up their cherries.

"Which reminds me, share the fact you took Peter's ass with the others stateside, but don't get into details. Be extremely careful what you say or write. After your visit here, don't let those memories trip you up about what you said earlier, of seeing hot boys, and that strong desire to have them."

"Don't worry. You told us enough what life was like in prison, especially if you were young and desirable by the older men, to be scared of ever going there, no matter what urges we have."

It was just a few moments later when the sound was heard of the helicopter approaching. With the landing of the machine, John greeted the Englishman. "Welcome back Lord Langley. I apologize for taking so long to get back to you, but here is the reason why. This is Mike. I asked him to come here from the United States and be here as I answered your questions."

Langley shook Mike's hand, looking closely at the facial features. "Yes, I can see a younger resemblance to the boy in the painting. I'm happy to meet you."

"Same here, your Lordship. I'm happy to be back home. I've missed it." Getting a questioning look from Langley, Mike clarified. "I'm attending college in America. I'm here for a visit," getting an understanding nod in return.

As the small group approached the porch, three young figures could be seen standing at the foot of the stairs. "Lord Langley, I'd like you to meet Carlos, Raphael, and Peter. I recently adopted these wonderful boys and they are my new family."

Langley shook each boy's hand. It's a pleasure to meet you, young gentlemen. John is very fortunate to have such a family."

"It is we who are fortunate," Carlos replied. "We've grown to love John very much.

"Shall we go inside?" John turned to the Englishman. "I've invited Troy to sit with us. He knows just about everything I'm about to tell you."

"Of course."

"Boys, go play, but be careful."

"Ah, more grownup talk. I bet it'll be boring," little Raphael pouted.

"Scoot, all of you," John commanded as the remaining adults entered the house.

***

After making sure everyone was comfortable and had some liquid refreshment, John began. "I'll go ahead and start. First, I thought carefully about how much I should reveal to you. In the end, I decided to tell you the truth. Whether you believe it or not, is up to you. Our only requirement is that what we share in this room stays in this room. I'm sure after you hear the entire story, you'll understand why the need for secrecy."

"You have my word that your confidentiality will be respected."

"Thank you, Lord Langley. So let me begin with the first bombshell. The painting 'is' of Mike and me. We don't know when it was painted, but we recognized ourselves when we first saw it in the hallway."

"Excuse me, John. What do you mean when you said you recognized yourselves in the painting? And what did you mean by 'in the hallway'?"

It was Mike who answered. "John and I were there 200 years ago. At Langley manor is a long hallway where portraits of previous lords hung. Being the newest of the line, a painting of us was hanging at the furthest end of the hallway."

"You're joking, right? You were there at Langley manor 200 years ago?"

It was John who spoke next. "Did you ever mention to me the hallway where all the lords of Langley were on display?"

Still trying to grasp what he had just been told, Langley shook his head no.

"So how did Mike and I know where that painting you found in the attic was originally exhibited?"

Langley was trying to grasp what his mind had trouble accepting. "You're saying you two were physically there at the manor 200 years ago? That's impossible!"

"Are you in the mood for a short walk Lord Langley?" John invited.

"Of course. Some fresh ocean air will help me trying to understand all this."

The four men left the house and traversed a slight climb to a cave. They stopped at what was an entrance. Langley could see that it was completely blocked. He didn't know how far the obstruction went but knew it would be a major undertaking to clear the opening. "I don't understand. What's this?"

"This was once a tunnel. I'd say it went back maybe five-six hundred feet," John started. At the end of this tunnel was a cavern. Inside Mike and I discovered what we guessed to be some type of alien control room."

"Alien control room?" Langley repeated, not exactly sure he heard right.

"Yes, it was. On the surface, it didn't have any strange symbols. A panel along one side had regular mathematical geometric figures, square, triangle, rectangle, and so forth. On the floor was a white painted circle. Somehow, stepping inside caused the panel to activate and transport Mike and me back 200 years, 1820 to be exact, to London, where for whatever reason we took the roles of being the Lords of Langley manor."

"An alien time machine? And you were sent to my manor in the past? Are you sure?"

"Wouldn't that explain the painting and the note from Miles?"

"What about the bracelet?"

"Mike and I found these bracelets in the control room. We put them on our wrists when we inadvertently stepped into the white circle. We were wearing them when we arrived in London. Somehow it kept us connected to the present. Maybe that one you found slipped off our wrist. Fortunately, it didn't prevent us from returning home."

"Unbelievable."

"We were only there less than a day. During those few hours, we rescued this boy Miles from a Mr. Fletcher, who held claim as the owner of the boy, and we brought him to the manor. We saw the painting and were shocked to see our portrait, knowing we were never there for the sitting. Later that evening we were sent back here."

"That would explain the insertion of the three of you in the family tree, short as your visit was. And during that visit, you told Miles about being from the future and living here?"

John gave Mike a quick look. "A slip of the tongue. We had no idea how our presence would affect the future. Your visit here shows it did."

"No major damage John. As I stated before, we corrected the error in the family line. The painting, note, and that bracelet are now all that even shows you were there. As I offered before, I'll send the painting to you. It can't be part of our heritage, as you officially never existed." Looking at the cave entrance, Langley asked, "What happened here?"

"I decided to seal the cave. Your presence confirmed my decision made seven years ago. We're not ready for time travel. Who put this device here and for what purpose, we can only guess and probably will never know? What happened to those who built this futuristic device? Again, another mystery."

Langley shrugged his shoulders. "I understand your reasoning. This would have been the greatest discovery in human history. But sealing this cave is probably for the best. Well, John, Mike, if it wasn't for the evidence of your visit, I would have said you're a great storyteller. I guess there's nothing else to say. Thank you both, and this will never be shared with anyone else."

From the cave entrance, the four walked directly to the helipad. Langley shook everyone's hands and spoke. "It's been a pleasure. I envy the two of you to have been able to go experience not only part of my family's culture but of London itself." He then climbed into the copter. A few moments later, the craft lifted off and sped directly back to Majuro.

"Whew! Thankfully that went well," Mike stated.

"True. Fortunately, we didn't have to elaborate about the follow-up trip to Rome or using the sealing of the cave to get rid of Lam Sin."

Soon the shouts of three boys were heard as they approached the pair. "Uncle Mike, Uncle Mike! Are you free now?"

"Uncle Mike?" John giving the young man a questioning look.

"It was the kids' idea. I thought it sounded kind of nice."

"Come on Uncle Mike. We want to get another of those blowjobs," Raphael requested, pulling on the arm of the young man.

John started laughing. "Well, Uncle Mike, don't keep these sex-starved boys waiting. Show them how good you suck little boys' cocks."

***

As John sat in his recliner in the living room, he thought about the yellowed piece of paper that the boy Miles had written in a plea to somehow transport him to the future and Paradise Island. The man hadn't given much thought lately to the experiences he and Mike went through so many years ago. With the cave sealed, there wasn't any reason to relive those events. Miles, like Cadeyrn, played a brief, but important part during their time travel journey. John figured the struggles while in Rome far exceeded the short time spent with the boy.

Yet, the few hours spent with Miles had affected the boy so much that he wanted to be reunited with him and Mike. John wondered if he was able to free his fellow former peg boys and ended up living with him at the manor. That should have made him happy and content, but those few moments with Mike and the tale of a future and its wonders seemed to be an obsession. He felt sorry that Miles lived less than two years afterward. He seemed such a healthy lad. He smiled as he recalled the boy wanting to use the man's cock as a 'peg' and gave a wonderful ride. He didn't want to minimize that special one-time event, but with the next seven years of boy flesh with his four and the Kalaukans, he hadn't given it any more thought.

"Rest in peace, little Miles," John said softly.

John got up and went to a small safe where he kept all his and the boys' important documents. He first placed the photo of the painting and the bracelet inside. Then he got a manila envelope to slide Miles' letter in before placing it inside the steel box along with the other items. As he slid it face down in the envelope, he halted. On the back of the yellowed note appeared to be some very faded letters. John couldn't make them out. He needed to get the paper under a brighter light. Heading to his desk, he turned on the lamp and tried to make out the faded printing. Grabbing a pencil, a magnifying glass, and a piece of paper, he struggled for the next several moments tilting the page in various angles as he wrote each letter as he made them out. L…A…M…S…I…N. Lam Sin!

Chapter Fourteen
A Sad Story

"Mike! Mike! Get over here, right now," John shouted down the hallway, where giggling sounds could be heard from the master bedroom. Mike had been giving the boys some of the sex lessons he, John, and the others had enjoyed over the years. Soon, a stumbling, naked 19-year-old was rushing down the hallway as he arrived in the living room.

"Geese John, what's the matter? The house on fire?"

"Sit down. Something came up that's difficult to believe. I'm still trying to get my head around it."

"What? What is it?"

Looking at Mike, John began. "I thought this was all over with seven years ago."

"John, I'm in the middle of sucking three horny boys at the same time, showing what an expert cocksucker I am. Then we were going to the glass bedroom. Will you tell me what's going on?" The man handed Mike the note. "So, it's that message written by Miles. Oh no, are you going to chew me out again for telling him we were from the future and about Paradise Island?"

"Look at the back."

Mike turned the letter over giving it a cursory glance. "So?"

"Look closer."

Mike brought the paper closer to his eyes. "I see faded marks of some kind. What of it?"

"I spent the last several minutes trying to read those marks. They were written very lightly so that it wouldn't be blatantly noticeable, but with the hope that the right person would discover and decipher those marks and understand its meaning."

"I don't understand John. Are you saying Miles wrote something else, like a secret message?" The man handed him the paper in which he had written the letters he had deciphered. Mike's eyes widened when he saw the six letters. "It can't be… Lam Sin?"

"Why not? Think about it, Mike. Where did you and I end up when we stepped into that white circle?"

"London in 1820."

"Right. So why couldn't Lam Sin? The machinery in that cave was programmed for just such a trip. The symbols on that panel more than likely controlled the time and place where the traveler was to go. We didn't touch anything. So we sent Lam Sin back to the same spot as it did us."

"Do you mean that had you and I stepped again into the white circle, we would have been sent back to where we were before? Would we rescue Miles again and end up at that castle and repeat the trip to Rome?"

"I don't know Mike. Maybe you aren't sent to the same place twice. Who knows how sophisticated that panel was? Maybe the bracelets we wore recorded where we were sent to not repeat the same time and place. Since it was Lam Sin's first trip back in time the program sent him to London."

"Could he have been mistaken as the Lord of Langley as we were?"

"It doesn't seem probable Mike, considering his Oriental features. The old genealogy records that were changed after you and I were there showed Miles as lord until his death. Somehow Lam Sin managed to gain access to the castle and encountered Miles."

"What are you thinking John?"

"This is all guesswork, of course, but I believe that somehow Lam Sin learned or heard of our presence and that we were the Lords of Langley. He realized that you and I were there in London before his arrival. He got into the manor somehow and saw that painting in the hallway of you and me and confirmed that what happened to him happened previously to us also. By now, he knew he had been tricked into standing in that circle in the cave."

"So he and Miles must have met since Miles wrote his name on that paper. But why didn't he just write that on the front page?"

"Something must have happened. After seeing the painting and talking to Miles, who knows what twisted thoughts Lam Sin had. Revenge, even from the past. Miles, though, must have found out who Lam Sin was."

"The bracelet! Miles must have seen it on Lam Sin, thought he was a friend of ours or at least knew us, and started telling him about our visit there."

"Good point Mike."

"So why do we have that bracelet now?"

"Well, with the cave destroyed, the bracelet wasn't any good. For whatever reason, Lam Sin quit wearing it and Miles ended up with it."

"So by keeping the bracelet and putting Lam Sin's name on the back of his letter, he was trying to say more than he could in a note anyone could read."

"Not bad for a 12-year-old boy. He must have concluded when he first met Lam Sin that he was from the future like us."

Mike was quiet for a moment until another thought hit him. "So Lam Sin probably didn't end up in Rome as we did."

"Doubtful. With the cave destroyed, he was stuck in London. He's probably buried in some cemetery unknown and forgotten."

"So John, what do you think he did while he was alive? Did he stay at the manor long? And what about him and Miles?"

A horrible thought just hit John. Grabbing his cell phone, he dialed the hotel Lord Langley was staying at hoping he hadn't left already for the airport.

"John, you caught me just in time. I called a taxicab to take me to the airport. What can I do for you?"

"Lord Langley, I have an urgent but unusual request."

"What is it? If it's anything I can do, I'll gladly help."

"I want you to exhume the body of Miles and have an autopsy performed."

"That is unusual. May I ask why?"

"I don't believe he died of pneumonia, but of something else. I know this sounds strange, but there was something in that note from the boy that makes me doubt the cause of death was pneumonia. Please, how soon can you have this done?"

"You are serious, aren't you? Well, he's buried in the family plot, so I can call before I board the plane and have it started. By the time I return to London, the remains should be at a medical examiner's office. I don't know how long any results, if any, as to cause of death will take."

"I thank you, Lord Langley. Thank you very much."

"I'll call you, John, when I get any reports."

"What was that all about John?" Mike asked, having listened to John's request and reasoning. "How do you think Miles died?"

"I think he was murdered, Mike."

"Murdered?"

"Think about it. Lam Sin is tricked into going to the past where he realizes he'll never return nor live long enough to exact his revenge on us. He hears a story about this man and boy from Langley manor who rescued a 12-year-old from Mr. Fletcher. Doesn't that have a familiar theme?"

"Like when you rescued us from Lam Sin when we landed in that lifeboat," Mike recalled.

"So he goes to Langley manor and meets Miles. The boy sees a bracelet on Lam Sin's wrist and jumps to the conclusion that he is also from the future and a friend of you and I. Lam Sin confirms Miles' assumption. I would guess Miles invited Lam Sin to be a guest at the manor."

"And the poor boy wanting so badly to be here with us believed every lie that man told him," Mike stated slowly shaking his head.

John continued, "We don't know how long Lam Sin was a guest of Langley and plotting a way to get back at us. Maybe Miles is starting to get suspicious, maybe wanted to get the authorities involved When Lam Sin knew he couldn't stay any longer, he devised a plan to kill the boy. For whatever reason, Miles writes this note hoping we'll get it. Besides a plea to bring him to us, he's also sending a warning too. Maybe he thought the man would return to the present like he believed we did and might harm you and me, but Lam Sin plots a way to get rid of the boy. So he kills him and then leaves Langley manor and disappears forever."

"Why?"

"The entire time Lam Sin is at the manor he listens to Miles telling the tale of John and Mike and how his life changed because of us. He can't get back at you and me, so he hurts the next best thing. He probably realized nobody would ever know or question why a young boy died. His tenure as the lord was very brief. But in his sick mind, Lam Sin got some revenge on us, 200 years ago, killing the one major contact we had from that visit."

"I can't believe this," Mike said. "We get rid of this monster and he still tried to hurt us from the past, and he used an innocent 12-year-old boy for revenge."

"Hate can be a very motivating force. If what happened to Miles is true, could he have laid some foundation to hurt us today, even if he's been long dead and buried?"

A thought then hit Mike. "You know how badly he wanted the three of us to sexually abuse. Do you think he forced Miles into some sexual acts?"

"It's a terrible thought, but we'll never know. If he tried, maybe that was the first hint to Miles that Lam Sin wasn't the friend he pretended to be."

Then another thought. "Didn't you tell me, John, that during the raid on the island where Raphael and Carlos lived, the men who attacked kept shouting Lam Sin's name?"

John started getting an uncomfortable feeling. "That's true, but it's one incident in seven years. I think those men used his name as an intimidating factor, not as an announcement that they were carrying out orders from that man."

"But they kidnapped some boys."

"True, but again I believe as a tool to convince everyone that they were carrying out his orders to grab boys for his pleasure."

"God, I hope so. I had enough nightmares of him when we first landed here. I tried not to think of that man ever again since that day when we got rid of him. I don't want to start again."

"I wouldn't worry about it. Lam Sin is long gone. I'm just sad Miles had to pay a terrible price." John looked at the young man whose face had the look of a sudden awful realization. "What's the matter, Mike?"

"I told Miles about us and here. When that information was shared with Lam Sin, I could have been the reason for his death, if he was murdered."

John went over and sat by the boy who was as close as any son could be. "You can't blame yourself, but it does help me confirm why the cave had to be destroyed, even if it hadn't been used to trap an evil man. A short visit like ours was in London 200 years ago already has reaped repercussions." Before John could say another word, three naked boys came running out of the master bedroom and stood in front of Mike.

"Come on Uncle Mike, it's my turn to get a blowjob," little Raphael stated.

"Yes and I am next," Carlos reminded him.

John got up and looked at the stunning visions of beautiful boyhood; smooth silky skin, little cocks hard as a rock, tight little asses awaiting a man's entrance. "You better take care of their needs, Uncle Mike. We'll talk some more later," as Mike got up to be followed by the three boys.

***

For the next several days, no mention was made of Lam Sin. Although many questions troubled John about what happened at Langley Manor when Lam Sin was there, there was no use guessing any further. Although he had come up with what could be a plausible reason for Lam Sin's visit and what he might have done to the boy Miles, it was, after all, just guesswork. There was absolutely nothing to confirm any of John's suspicions.

In the meantime, the three boys were enjoying Mike's visit. Although this seemed like a vacation to the boys, John didn't want them to start neglecting their responsibilities. He immediately enforced the schedule set up for their time on the Internet for their online classes. Mike was having difficulty concentrating on his course work as one of the boys always wanted to sit on his lap, bare butt rubbing against an ever-stiffening cock. This brought memories back to John as he recalled many times checking emails or other business transactions on the Internet with a naked boy sitting between his legs teasing him by rubbing his soft ass cheeks on a stiff erection. Usually, the friction became too much and John would shoot his jizz on the boy's ass. Although the boy thought it was the funniest thing, John would get mad, as he had to stop what he was doing to clean up before resuming what he was researching.

Yes, shortly after his arrival on the island, except for the time Lord Langley was here, Mike had joined the nudist group. He borrowed some of the ointment John had gotten from Kalauka Island to remove his pubes and soon was as hairless as everyone else. "I'd forgotten how sexy this felt," he later told John.

"You still look as sexy as you always have Mike," John replied. "I'm glad you're here. It's good to see the boys taking to sex a lot better than I had hoped. I got the basics started, but could only do so much at a time. Getting older I guess."

"You're not getting old John. Seven years ago you were younger and you complained then how we were wearing you out."

The man smiled at the memories. "I guess you're right. That's why I put more emphasis on these three boys to have most of the sex fun among themselves. Them being new to this, having you here has helped."

"What's been amazing is their love of anal sex. You know I can't remember when I felt such tight little asses? I know we did anal sex almost to the day we left and enjoyed every moment of it, but trying it with three new boys is something else. Right now, seems like what they want to do more than anything else is sucking and getting sucked and having a cock up their butts. You broke them in good. There was no talk or concern about pain or discomfort, only feeling filled inside. You're going to be in demand for a long time," getting a laugh from John.

"I envy you right now. I got to take two cherries and that's how far it has gone. I can't wait for things to settle down so I can concentrate more on those hot little bodies of theirs. It's good talking to you, Mike. Having you here has brought back so many memories."

"I was hoping maybe to go to Kalauka Island, but I guess you haven't told the boys about them."

"Peter is aware they exist and are involved in some sexual lifestyle, but doesn't know the details. I wanted to make sure the three boys were 100% comfortable with their new lifestyle of nudity and sex play here before introducing them to a culture that's even more sexual than we are."

"If I recall John, we went to Kalauka Island less than two weeks after we landed here. I believe the boys are ready. You should tell them about those people, their customs and if they want to go for a visit. Let them decide."

"I'll think about it, Mike. You're probably right, but back then I had a 'Right Of Manhood' test I needed to be involved with. Now, I just want to find the right time to share this with them."

"I fantasized a little about what it would be like if all of us past and present enjoyed a vacation there. Maybe that can happen one day when all of us are here on school break."

"I hope so. Here's another piece of news to share with you. Troy is a boylover."

"What?"

"He recently confided to me that after seeing the four of you naked whenever he came to visit, he was always dreaming of what it would have been like having sex with you. He thought I would be upset by him telling me this."

"All this time he could have joined us if he had only said something."

"Well, his past with Lam Sin was still a difficult barrier to crack. Although he wanted this, he was still possessed by demons reminding him of what he suffered under Lam Sin. It took over ten years for him to break out of his shell and share with someone what happened to him.

"Recently he had another reminder when a former guard of Lam Sin approached him," giving Mike the details surrounding Dian's involvement.

Getting back to Troy, Mike asked, "Why haven't you invited him over?"

"Like with the Kalaukans Mike, I want to make sure the boys are ready and agree to add Troy to the group. I think the boys know of Troy's interest in them."

"Well, they took to me right off the bat."

"I talked about you and the others almost from the first day I met the boys at the orphanage. When they came here to live, they got to see in pictures and video of the four of you in our real environment. They already knew you before you arrived."

"Well, I hope Troy gets to join you soon. He's a good-looking man with a great personality and I'll always be grateful for him standing by our side against Lam Sin."

"So am I Mike."

***

Three more days passed before the call John had been waiting for came.

"Your hunch was right, John," the voice of Lord Langley came over the cell phone. "Preliminary results were that the boy was poisoned. It'll take a couple of weeks for toxicology to discover the exact nature of what type it was, but first guess it was something called 'Gu'. The combined toxins of several poisonous creatures."

"He 'was' murdered!"

"I beg your pardon, John. What do you mean by murder? Without more information and how the boy could have gotten it, there are many possibilities as to where this poison came from and how it gets into the human body. It could have been picked up anywhere. Although London was a great society 200 years ago, not everything was as sanitary as it is today. Many diseases were still rampant. Until we get more information, we shouldn't jump to conclusions."

"You're right Lord Langley. I was jumping the gun."

"Is that why you had the boy's body exhumed? You thought he had been murdered. Where did you get that notion?"

"I'm sorry, your Lordship. I can't explain that right now. Maybe after the toxicology results are completed I can clarify some things."

"All right John. I'll get back to you when I get the final report.

***

For the next week, life on Paradise Island was one continuous sex party. John continued to be amazed at how the newest family members had adapted, not only to a nudist lifestyle, but their love of sex. With nothing to do but wait for Lord Langley's call, all emphasis was placed on sexual entertainment. John's mind kept fantasizing about what was going on in the glass bedroom. The one break was with Peter.

Since Mike had been the first, the boy thought John should also have the pleasure of his nearly virgin boy ass. That afternoon was a wonderful experience as both groaned and moaned as another union was made between boy and man.

One afternoon, when the quartet came to the house from the glass bedroom, a funny look was on the boys' faces as they rushed to the refrigerator to grab a soda each. Mike made a silent motion with his hand pointing to his mouth that they were now learning how to please a man orally and swallowing his cum. John knew that could be a difficult hurdle to go over.

When the original boys sucked him, they adapted pretty well. Yes, the taste was something that took getting used to, but otherwise, they understood that in return for John adopting them and giving them the life they were enjoying, it was only right that they learn what the man wanted from the boys. It began with anal sex and was now moving to oral.

When he and John were alone, Mike commented on their progress. "I wondered if our faces looked like what I saw when we first tasted your cum?" getting a chuckle from the man. "Everyone spitted it out the first time."

"I can't remember much of that, but I know you adapted to the taste and even commented you like it."

"I'm not pushing it with them, but they know it's part of their training. It was nothing new to them. Peter saw boys suck and swallow during his travels among the islands with his parents, and although Raphael and Carlos weren't 100% sure, they thought the man was peeing in a boy's mouth."

"I'm sure they'll adapt and look at it this way," John commented, "if they hate oral sex that much, that means more tight asses to fuck," getting a laugh from Mike.

The only time everyone wore clothing was on Saturdays, when Troy arrived with the weekly supplies. Although the pilot was aware of what was going on between the three boys and two men, he never let slip his knowledge in front of anyone. John told him that Mike would be soon heading back to the United States and that he would put a feeler out to gauge the boys' reactions about Troy joining the sexual circle.

"Have you heard anything from Lord Langley, John?"

"Not yet. I guess these toxicology results take some time."

"You still think Lam Sin poisoned this boy Miles?"

"I don't know Troy. My gut tells me that you place a man like Lam Sin, seeking any kind of revenge, with a boy who met us, and I can't help but feel his twisted hated would go to the extreme of killing a young boy, just to spite us."

"I wondered John, had Lord Langley never arrived and shared that information with you about Miles, would you have ever known?"

"I doubt it. Lam Sin probably didn't think we'd ever find out what he did either. It was just his self-satisfaction that he wanted to hurt someone who knew us. Like the coward he was that couldn't get back at us directly, he used an innocent 12-year-old for revenge."

"Have you told your boys anything about the humming cave, your time travel trip, or even about Lam Sin?" the pilot asked.

"No, I haven't, and I instructed Mike not to say anything either. The boys don't need to be burdened with episodes of the past that don't affect them in any way. Maybe one day down the road. For now, I want them to enjoy their new life and not have any worries or concerns."

"Sounds good. By the way, Chief Aukai keeps asking when you are coming over and bringing your new family? Of course, I didn't say anything about what was going on here, but I imagine he knows."

"He was a part of the boys and me from the past. There's no reason not to assume that life wouldn't be any different just because three new boys live here."

"I wish I could see their faces when you tell them about the Kalaukans."

"Somehow Troy, I don't think they'll be as shocked as you may think, but excited to join in with such a group."

"All right John. I'll either hear from you when you have any news or I'll see you next Saturday." The two shook hands and shortly afterward the helicopter lifted from the ground and slowly faded into the sky.

***

Three more days passed before the call John had been waiting for came.

"John, the final toxicology tests on Miles came back. The agent found on Miles' remains 'was' Gu. As I told you the last time we spoke it appears to be some sort of complex poison that's found primarily in the Orient. It's only recently that more studies have been done to try to develop an antidote. How someone back 200 years ago knew how to concoct such a potion is a mystery. "

"I knew it!" John nearly shouted.

"Why do I get the impression that when I was on your island last month, I got the 50-cent tour that satisfied me just enough to ask no further questions, when a two-dollar tour would have revealed a whole lot more?" the Lord of Langley asked in a light-hearted voice.

"I'm sorry Lord Langley. There were reasons for not saying any more than what I did. It had nothing to do with trusting you or not. It's another long story. I want to share it with you one day."

"I completely understand. By the way, I followed up on the period of Miles living here at the manor. One of my servants has ancestors who were employed here going back 200 years. The head servant or coachman at the time of your visit was a man named Jakes."

"Yes, I remember him, but why bring his name up?

"I discovered that Jakes kept a journal, like a diary. I was permitted to read it. It supports some of your theories. I made copies of the relevant pages that might interest you and I'm faxing them now."

"Thank you, Lord Langley. I can't say enough how appreciative I am of all you've done."

"My pleasure John. Call me again if there's anything else I can do."

John quickly ended the call and watched as a sheet after sheet started coming through his fax machine. He looked in awe at the crisp handwriting done by a man over 200 years ago.

July 28, 1820

"Lord John and Master Michael disappeared last night. I heard Master Miles crying and went to him. All he kept saying was that they were gone and had left him behind. I woke all the servants to search the entire manor, but nothing could be found. Will search outside when daylight approaches."

July 29, 1820

"The entire day was spent searching the grounds, but neither Lord John nor Master Michael could be found. Master Miles told me we would never find them. How he knows that I don't know. It appears that Master Miles will be the new Lord of Langley."

August 4, 1820

"Sadly, we have given up on finding Lord John or Master Michael. It has been seven days and not a clue as to how they disappeared. Lord Miles told me that he knew the two missing men were in a better place. Later we went to the Fletcher house again whereupon Lord Miles made another offer to buy out his establishment, boys, and property. Mr. Fletcher said he would think about it."

September 29, 1821

"Lord Miles has been master of this manor for over a year and everyone, including yours truly, thinks he's been doing a great job overseeing all that is required. He is quite an intelligent boy. Once in a while, he would talk to me of John and Mike, as he now called them. He then mumbles something like, 'I wonder what they are doing now?'"

September 30, 1821

"A strange visitor arrived today. He is a gentleman from Asia who seems to have known Lord John and Master Michael. He gave his name Lam Sin. Lord Miles seemed happy to meet this man. I feel uncomfortable about it. There's something not right. I will watch him closely."

January 8, 1822

"Lord Miles confided in me that he is beginning to regret having this Lam Sin as a guest. Although the man seemed to have known Lord John and Master Michael, he didn't seem to think of them as friends, but more as adversaries. I told Lord Miles that he is the master and can demand this man to leave. If it refuses, I will personally evict him off the grounds."

February 10, 1822

"I believe Lord Miles is frightened of Lam Sin. He may be Lord of Langley, but he's still just a 13-year-old boy. He came to me and brought a small wooden box. Inside was a round metal ring of some sort. Also was a letter he had written to be discovered at a future date. He asked me to hide the box. I took it to the attic where the painting of Lord John and Master Mike has been stored since their disappearance. I don't know if and when that box will be found, but the Master seems confident that when it is discovered good things will happen."

March 12, 1822

"Lord Miles complained that he hasn't been feeling well today and went to bed. I summoned the doctor who thought the Master had caught pneumonia. It was strange as the boy looked well yesterday. The lady servants have been by his bedside all day and into the night. Lam Sin told me he knew of some herbs that might help the young boy. Although I don't like or trust the man, I reluctantly allow him into the Master's bed-chamber."

March 14, 1822

"Lord Miles is getting worse. The doctors are puzzled as to the treatments they have been giving him, plus the boy's youth should have helped break the fever. The Asian continues to give the Master some brew he secretly makes. I think the brew is making the Master sicker. I want to stop Lam Sin from giving him any more of his potions, but the doctors say there is nothing else they can do, so I pray the Asian is right about his herbs and we see improvement in the Master's health."

March 16, 1822

"Lord Miles died early this morning. The doctors said the boy just couldn't overcome pneumonia. There is a lot of wailing and mourning. Although Lord Miles was Master for just two years, everyone here loved him. He will be greatly missed. The Asian disappeared. I believe in my heart that for whatever reason, he poisoned the boy. If I ever see him again, I will enjoy strangling him to death with my bare hands."

March 18, 1822

"Lord Miles was buried today. I and some other servants were pallbearers. A distant cousin of the Langley line is coming here to assume the title and take over as Lord of Langley. I'm not ashamed to say I cried like a baby during the funeral. In the end, he always talked about John and Mike like he was going to see them one day. May his soul be with his friends now and forever."

"John, are you crying? What's the matter?" as Mike entered the living room. The man quietly handed the faxed papers to Mike.

"Lord Langley sent them. They are pages from Jakes' journal."

"You mean Jakes, the coachman?" getting a nod of the head as the man left the living room and went out to the porch to sit and reflect on what he had read.

To the day he died, Miles believed that he and Mike would return and take him back with them to Paradise Island. John had no idea that such a short contact with this young lad would implant such a desire to be reunited with those who not only rescued him and gave him his freedom, but spoke of a time and place that sounded so magical and wonderful. What also bothered him was that after seven years, he could barely remember what the boy looked like, since they were with him for just a few hours.

The thought that haunted him was that Lam Sin was likely the man who poisoned the boy, just because the lad happened to have met him and Mike. John recalled seven years ago that he didn't want Lam Sin killed and buried on his island; that he wanted to send him back in time, never to return. It didn't occur to him that Lam Sin would end up in the same place and time as he and Mike had been to earlier. John didn't want his conscience burdened with the fact that Lam Sin's body rested on his island. Now his conscience had to deal with his decision to send Lam Sin back 200 years and allowing him to murder a young innocent boy.

A few moments later, Mike came and joined John, his eyes also showing signs of crying. "I can't believe this. Miles was waiting for us to bring him here. If I hadn't said anything to him about where we came from, he wouldn't have been murdered."

"I'm as much to blame Mike. I sent Lam Sin back, never realizing he would end up on the same journey as we did. I didn't want my island stained by the corpse of that horrible man. Now I have to deal with a young boy's death because of that."

"John, I've always wondered why you didn't have Lam Sin killed by the Kalaukans, and like his bodyguards, buried at sea."

"Chief Haoa, Troy, and I discussed that. If I didn't induce Lam Sin to be as separated from his men as possible, there was the danger of you and the others getting hurt. Bringing him to the cave kept you out of harm's way. By the time we reached our destination, there were only two guards to deal with. I knew the flash of light when Lam Sin stepped in that circle would allow Chief Haoa to get the two men."

"Could we have brought Miles back here if we wanted?"

"We'll never know Mike. I doubt it. Only you and I had the bracelets. The humming cave was tracking them. However the program worked, after our Rome stay, the instructions were executed to return us here."

"Do you think there's another time portal somewhere else?"

"It doesn't seem likely. According to Jakes' diary, Lam Sin showed up more than a year after you and I had left. He had the bracelet at that time, but there was no white circle to return him."

"What did he do during that year John?"

"I'm guessing he survived somehow based on his cunning skills. He must have heard about the two strangers who rescued a peg boy. He knew that sounded like you and me. He made his way to Langley Manor and therefore befriended Miles with the intent of harming him. But why, Miles never did anything to him?"

"As you said earlier, it was his way of exacting revenge on us. Maybe he thought we would somehow return, learn about what happened to Miles and try to find him."

"Good guess Mike. He probably had a plan to ambush us and do us harm. Whatever the reasons and speculations, like the old saying, it's in the past. Sad as the news is, there's nothing we can do. We have our lives here and must continue with it."

"Yeah, you're right John. Well, I better start thinking of heading home soon and back to school. I've been here well over a month. The college is threatening me to fail my courses."

"That long? As close as you've gotten to the boys, you know they will miss you, as I will. It's been great having you here, just like old times. I understand though the requirement to be in a classroom to continue your degree."

"You're right. Even though I've completed all the Internet assignments, I have to take the tests to get my grade and credits." Pausing for a moment, Mike looked at John. "I never expected this visit to bring up our encounter with Miles. I'll always have a place in my heart for him."

"Me too. I wish events could have been different."

The following day Troy made a special trip to Paradise Island to deliver a large package that had come from England. As John removed the wrapping, there stood the painting of him and Mike that at one time hung in the Langley Manor.

"I never thought I'd see that again," Mike spoke. "Where are you going to put it, John?"

"For right now, it gets locked in the closet. I'm glad the boys took off and hid when they heard Troy's approach. I'm not ready yet to explain time travel to them. Maybe one day we'll be able to hang it somewhere. Thanks for bringing this here Troy. You needn't make a special trip."

"I didn't mind. It was on my way to another delivery. I bet it's weird looking at this and knowing you were there."

"You know Troy, I hadn't given the events of seven years ago much thought after we got rid of Lam Sin. The boys and I just wanted to be able to live the life we desired without any fears. I saw no benefit in reliving what happened back then. We were having too much fun," getting chuckles from Mike and a smile from Troy who understood what the 'fun' John was referring to.

Neither John nor Mike knew that the book on Miles and Lam Sin wasn't quite closed yet. An unexpected visit would occur that would shake those men's lives on Paradise Island.

Chapter Fifteen
Tense Moments

At his office in London, Lord Langley was getting nervous. Pages from a caretaker's journal had mentioned the name of Lam Sin, yet so far, John had not made any contact of any kind since receiving those pages to explain that. He was somewhat familiar with the reputation of the man, but left most of the investigation and search for this criminal with America's Homeland Security. His Lordship pondered the connection between this Lam Sin and John. If John's theory was that the boy Miles was murdered by this Oriental, then there had to have been some connection, some motivation to cause a man to kill a young boy – but what was it? He decided it was time to get up to date on both Lam Sin and John.Langley called his security officer and asked him to bring over whatever additional information he could find on both these men.

The following morning he was presented with two folders. One was nearly two inches thick covering the career of Lam Sin. After reading through the main parts, the man thought to himself, 'No wonder Homeland Security wants this man,' having read of the high-grade military explosives used to destroy a ranch in California. On the other side of the world, Lam Sin had managed a considerable financial empire, yet diversified enough not to attract any attention to himself. Lam Sin was suspected of dealing in drugs, arms, and prostitution, but was never charged with anything. Rumors had it he had many authorities in Singapore in his pocket. What Langley couldn't glean from all he read was how this Oriental was connected to John? How did he end up on Paradise Island where the time device was and then sent to London in the past? He shook his head. Yes, there was a lot more to all this than John was willing to reveal.

He then read what information was available on John. The folder didn't have much, but what was there caused his Lordship to raise his eyebrows. It covered only the past ten years. The crime he committed for which he did three years prison time, plus the fact that ever since he purchased his island, and had young boys living with him, could certainly draw someone to a more disturbing conclusion. Again, how did this tie in with Lam Sin? Add a time travel machine and this could be something H.G. Wells could have written among his other famous science fiction books.

There was still a lot more that didn't make sense. Lord Langley hadn't risen to the top of MI6 by brushing aside information that either was incomplete or contradictory. He kept digging until he got the answers. He picked up his phone. "Glen, get my jet ready. I'm flying back to Majuro."

***

"Jarot, you idiot! I ought to have you spend some time with Wo Fat. He's been complaining to me that he hasn't had anyone to 'entertain' lately." Jarot trembled uncontrollably as he knew of the man's reputation for loving his job of torturing those sent to him.

"Master Lee, The islands had posted guards. Even though the last time we took a boy from those islands was seven years ago, they now closely watch all the young boys along the shore."

Chin Lee shook his head. "That stupid Yang and his raid on Lib Island two years ago have probably re-alerted everyone to be on the lookout. I have made promises to my clients that we would start delivering boys to them soon. Not only was this first attempt a disaster, one of your men was wounded and captured. Who knows what he told those natives?"

"I told the men nothing except that we were going to kidnap some boys. They probably assumed it was for Master Lam Sin. That's all they could reveal if questioned. After all, Master Sin 'is' dead, right?"

The new master of the former 'Lam Sin' empire was quiet for a few moments. "I ought to have given this more thought before sending you. I should have realized that we couldn't return to the same places without expecting more security measures for the native children."

"What do you want to do Master?"

"Do you remember the locations where you kidnapped boys for Lam Sin?"

"It has been a long time now, but I can remember many of them."

Lee opened a cabinet drawer and grabbed a map of the South Pacific, its many islands as well as Southeast Asia. Opening it and laying it on his desk, he instructed Jarot, "Show me. We will first investigate the islands you went to in the past and see if there are flaws of which we can take advantage. If not, let's target new islands and villages. There are hundreds of thousands of boys out there. Surely we can find a few for our business clients."

***

"I think the time has come to call John. It's been a month."

"You don't feel any different than you did before?"

"No Mom. I still believe this is the best answer. You know there have been some letters and phone calls already. If we don't do this now, you know what the other choice is. Plus, I have to get back to college. Any more delay and I start falling further behind, maybe to the point where I'll have to redo the semester."

"Well Joshua, we did give your uncle another 30 days to change his mind. He has not even called once," as Laura shook her head. "So when do you plan to call John?"

"Tomorrow morning or the next?"

"And if he accepts?"

Joshua took a deep breath. "Then another difficult hurdle will have to be overcome, and that could be even harder."

***

The phone call was surprising and disturbing. It was Lord Langley, "Sir, it's a pleasure to hear from you. How is London?"

"I'm back in Majuro; I was hoping you would call me."

"I don't understand."

"The pages from Jakes' journal, wouldn't that evoke a lot of questions?"

"I still don't understand. I told you of my suspicions that I believed Miles was murdered – what are you getting at?"

"John, I think it best you contact Troy and have him bring me over as soon as possible," with the connection severed at that point.

"What's the matter?" as Mike entered the living room and saw the look on his friend's face.

"Lord Langley is coming back here. He appeared upset over something."

"Why? He seemed satisfied with what we told him?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll have to wait until his Lordship arrives," as John called Troy and asked him to again bring the Englishman over.

"Okay, John. I'm heading back to Majuro anyhow, so I'll pick him up. Is there anything wrong?"

"I don't know. I guess we'll find out when he arrives," as the connection ended and John announces, "Everybody better get dressed."

Three hours later the copter landed and Lord Langley was escorted to the living room. Making sure the boys were out of the way, John asked. "I'm sorry you're upset at something. If I said anything wrong, I apologize."

"I was hoping you'd clarify something when I faxed over those pages from Jakes' journal. You could have stirred up a hornet's nest at MI6 and beyond."

"Your Lordship, I have no idea what you're talking about?"

"Lam Sin?"

It then hit John that although suspecting Lam Sim murdered Miles, he never mentioned the Oriental in any discussion with Langley. His Lordship went on, "Until I read those pages, I had no idea he was in London at the same time. For nearly 10 years our intelligence service and mainly those of America's Homeland Security has been working together to find this man. Do you know his background?"

"Sadly I do," John replied in a low voice.

"Yet, when his name comes up on a 200-year-old journal, you didn't think it important to enlighten me? I said nothing at the time I faxed those pages over, hoping you would say something, that it was just another Oriental who coincidentally had the same name. I did some digging and discovered more facts, a lot of them very disturbing."

"At the time, I saw no point bringing his name up," John stated. "You did not comment yourself, so I offered none either."

"That man runs an international crime ring. Washington and London have been trying to apprehend him, but his financial empire is huge and he's done an excellent job of evading us. He deals in drugs, runs a prostitution ring that stretches from the South Pacific to Southeast Asia, dealing with young teenage girls and preteen boys. Yet, I'm finding out that for the past six years he's been in London 200 years in the past, plotting who knows what. Now that he knows what lies in the future, could he have planted something to disrupt our world today? He wasn't important enough to mention to me?"

"Lord Langley, our trip to the past was never meant to be brought up again, and for six years his name never was. I lived a happy contented life. You found out about what happened by accident. Now it's blown up into a nightmare."

"John, I am the head of MI6. My job is to prevent a 'nightmare'. Since you feel that Lam Sin was capable of murdering an innocent boy, wouldn't he be able to cause something more catastrophic? What if he planned for something to happen in our current time?"

"I'm not sure what you're getting at, sir," John replied.

"What deadly disease we never heard of before is running rampant around the world today?"

John's eyes widened. "You don't think he's responsible for the COVID-19, do you?

"Until we know how and where it was originated, he's as good a guess as anything else. He created a poison our scientists are just now beginning to understand to kill Miles. What could he do with all the time he had before he died to take his revenge on this planet?"

"But it's me he was after; why kill thousands?"

"John, a man as sick as he is, and with a hatred that no one can measure, is capable of anything. He just gets the satisfaction of having the last laugh." There was quiet for several moments as what Lord Langley stated sank in.

Troy asked the obvious question. "So what are you doing here?"

"Containment. Right now, right or wrong, the talk going around is that this virus came from a lab in Wuhan, China. There can never be a word that a dead man 200 years ago might have originated this disease. Of course, that means no mention of a time travel device."

"I understand," John replied.

"No, you don't young man! If there is even a hint of a possible time machine on this island, speaking for the British government, drastic measures would be taken."

"Drastic measures?" from Mike.

"You are a little nobody, John. We could quarantine this island so that you could never get off. The boys would be returned to the orphanage. You, Mike, and your three companions in the United States would be under the jurisdiction of Homeland Security, and Troy," looking at the pilot, "one word from you about a time-traveling device would cause your import-export business to cease completely

"Yes, I know of your father's previous connection to Lam Sin; I dug into your background. Lam Sin is not a name to be taken lightly. Except for us here and my security officer, everyone else believes the man is alive and still operating his illicit empire out of Singapore. Upon reading Jakes' journal, I did some investigating. Shortly after Miles' death, Lam Sin opened an Apothecary shop. He did quite well with his knowledge of drugs and herbs from 200 years in the future. He was hard to find, as he never used his name, Lam Sin, in public again. People called him the 'Chinaman' and he accepted being called that. He lived for 17 more years, dying in 1839. The location of his grave is unknown.

"John, I know you're not a bad person. Despite your sexual preferences, all I've heard is good about you. Nothing's come out about any boy being threatened or hurt. Now I'm in a bad spot. So far only my Chief Security Officer and I know anything about you, your island, lifestyle, and so-called time machine. I want to keep it that way. If this ever became public, well, maybe you can envision the fallout from that. You could be kidnapped to find out what you know; more than likely you would be assassinated to prevent telling anyone else what you have told me, or your island could be bombed to make sure no such machine ever materializes. No nation recognizes you, so who would care?

"For my country, the easiest way would be to hide you in a prison. You would no longer exist and any rumors could be squashed – but I don't want to do that. What I do want, is the entire 100% truth since you were first aware of Lam Sin. I get that, I leave and that's the end of it. You can continue your life here without any fear from me."

"You can't do that," Mike finally spoke up. "It was me who accidentally told Miles where we came from and about life here on Paradise Island. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

"Shut up, Mike. All right, your Lordship. I'll tell you everything I know about Lam Sin and how he became part of our lives. Mike, why don't you start with being at that ranch?"

So, the young man shared the experiences living with Mrs. Janice and her two sons as a foster child along with Chris and Matt. He told Lord Langley of how later they were forced to be naked all the time and even had to spend an evening with one of the brothers.

"That's when we heard a man named Lam Sin bought us. We were put on a freighter going to Singapore. The Captain felt sorry for us. He did something to distract the crew and put us in a lifeboat by ourselves; I guess he knew there was some island close by. We landed here on John's island and until a few months ago, this was our home."

John took over. "Mike's story was the first time I heard the name Lam Sin. Troy here gave me the background on this man and his love of young boys as sexual play toys. All I could do was keep a low profile, protect, and take care of the boys as best as I could.

"We heard that Lam Sin was searching for the boys after learning they were no longer on the freighter. During this time, we came upon the alien machine and accidentally got transported to London. We rescued Miles from a cruel owner and discovered when we arrived that we were the Lords of Langley – even Jakes believed it. Our stay was less than 24 hours and then we returned here. Mike shared some of our real-life story with Miles. That's how he knew about us and referenced it in that note.

"Lam Sin wasn't giving up. The circle around the boys here was closing. With the help of my friend," indicating Troy, "we set up a trap. Lam Sin was coming here to get the boys. I teased him about an alien device he might be interested in looking at. He fell for it and the machine took him. His yacht was sunk, hoping it would be believed he died in a storm. It wasn't until I read those pages of Jakes' journey that I realized he ended up at the same place and time as Mike and I had. Anyhow, I decided to destroy the entrance tunnel in the hopes that Lam Sin could never find a way back, and for the past six years, that's how we felt.

"I'm sure Lam Sin must have figured out that we had tricked him. I don't know how he found out about Miles and our association with him. Somehow, he got himself inside your manor and plotted for a way to get back at me. It's my belief he used Miles instead and took his life." There was quiet for several moments as John, Troy, and Mike waited to hear what Lord Langley thought of what he had been told.

"So why all this interrogation like I'm a prisoner? I haven't lied or misled you," John asked, a little angry.

"I wanted you to see your story from my perspective. You have a history that's being kept secret by the three of you and the three others in America. I have the whole world to worry about if even the slightest mention of a time machine leaks out. Thankfully, Lam Sin has always lived as a recluse, so no one knows if he's even alive or dead. It has to be assumed someone else is now running his empire."

It was Troy who cut in. "I believe a Mr. Yang is now running things. I guess you could call him the number two man within that organization."

Langley nodded his head. "Thank you, Troy. We'll have to do more research on this Mr. Yang and how much of Lam Sin's influence is he using to keep the empire going. Then he looked at John. "I just wanted you to know that even six years later, what happened, although not your fault, serious repercussions could still result. I believe everything you just told me. Right now, I'll return home and monitor any rumors about Lam Sin, an alien device, or anything else that could cause trouble.

"Sadly, at this point, I'm going to have to keep this away from Homeland Security. If they found out, I think their priority would be to come and arrest you. After all, they technically still think you kidnapped the original three boys instead of turning them over to the authorities. I'm staking my job and reputation by doing this, but the fewer who have this information, the easier it will be to control or suppress it. I'm sure what you, your boys, past and present, don't need any publicity."

John and Mike realized what the man was saying. If anything leaked, their lives would be ruined. The Majuro court would take back the boys. Those in America would be hounded constantly and he would be like a pariah, living by himself as a prisoner on his island.

"You see the picture John, don't you? That's why I had to be hard to begin. You have humanity's biggest secret on your island. For now, it must never be known, and we don't know if Lam Sin has set a trap for you for some time in the future. You stated you were in London for less than 24 hours. Lam Sin had over 17 years to plan and plot."

"Would you have put me in prison?" John couldn't shake off the thought of being confined in a cell again.

"If you had to decide between one man's freedom and worldwide panic, what choice would you make?" getting an understanding nod from John. "All right, this conversation is over. Troy, would you be so kind to take me to the airport? I have a government jet waiting to take me back to London. Don't want to go through another 14-hour commercial flight like the last time. I only did that to avoid recognition." Getting up and shaking John and Mike's hands, Lord Langley left the house with Troy, and soon the sound of the craft lifting away could be heard.

"Did this happen?" Mike asked.

"You will never say a word of this to Matt, Chris, or Joshua, understand? Only you, Troy, and I know what happened just now and what could happen if anyone opens their mouth."

"You have my word."

"Tomorrow you keep your flight schedule. No more delays. Before you complain, you'll be having a two-week break soon. We'll all get together then." Mike nodded his head. "Let Troy know when to pick you up."

That evening when everyone was naked in the living room, John announced to the three boys that Mike would be returning to America the following morning.

"But he just got here!" Raphael pointed out. "We've been having a lot of fun."

"I've been here over a month. I'm sorry guys, but I found out a class lesson is coming up that I must attend to pass the course. I hate to leave after getting to know you, but the next school break will be here soon and we'll have another two whole weeks." Although disappointment was evident on all the boys' faces, they understood that Mike had to leave.

After dinner, while John and Mike were sitting on the porch, the boys sitting on the sandy beach, John commented. "You know that in the month you've been here, you and I never had any sex."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you."

"That's okay Mike. You had three beautiful boys willing and anxious to spend whatever time you had available for sexual fun. If I had a choice between three hot young boys and one old man…" leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Stop that! You're in your 30's; I just got carried away with these three. As you know, they never left me alone to do anything else. One or all of them wanted to have some fun."

"I was just teasing you, Mike. I don't blame you for taking advantage of the situation. After all, when all four of you are here in a few weeks, somebody's going to have to wait their turn with four teenage boys and only three preteen boys to share."

"I kept wondering if we four were just as enthusiastic about having sex with you. My memories seem to be of us in more in bed than anything else," getting a laugh from John.

"Those were wonderful years, and they never diminished as you got older. I thought how lucky I was to have four beautiful boys who were just as sexy at 18 as they were at 12."

"I'm sure the boys think we're going to spend this final evening in the glass bedroom," looking at the trio sitting naked in the sand. "I'll let them know tonight it is you and I."

***

It seemed strange with everyone dressed as the five stood at the landing pad. It was time for Mike to return to his life in America. Soon the sound of the approaching helicopter gave reality that it was time to say goodbye. As everyone waited for Troy to land, all the boys hugged Mike. "Hey! What's with all the sad faces? Remember, when I come back, I'll be bringing the other three 'brothers' who lived here with John. Then you'll beg us to stop as you'll be getting too much sex," getting giggles from the boys. "No way!" Raphael stated, getting nods of the heads from the others.

Before boarding the craft, Troy came over to John. "You never mentioned being in prison before. I thought about it last night and figured it must have been something to do with Joshua, the quick turn-around trip to bring him here."

"I'm sorry Troy. It wasn't meant all these years to keep this from you. I guess the thought never came to mind. After all, you have plenty of secrets we have entrusted with you. Yes, I did do three years because of the relationship I had between Joshua and myself when he was nine years old. It was discovered and I paid three years for it."

"And Joshua wanted to come and live with you here?" as though getting a confirmation.

"It's complicated, but yes, he always loved me, and even as the years went by, never gave up hope of being with me again. Listen, Troy, I had to keep that secret from you when I first met you seven years ago. I didn't know your background back then, but I can imagine when we met if I had told you I just got out of prison and what my crime was. Would you have helped me? How would your past affect your decision? Would my life on Paradise Island exist today?"

Before the pilot could answer, Mike called out. "Are we ready?" Troy just nodded his head at John and boarded his helicopter.

Hugging John, Mike boarded the craft and soon it was gone among the clouds. "All right boys," John announced. "In five minutes I want to see three naked boys," as the trio laughed and raced back to the house.

As the sound of the helicopter faded, John was also sad Mike had to leave so soon. "Let's let life get back to normal and put what happened behind," he thought to himself.

As the quartet reached the porch, John could tell the boys had a question about Mike's sudden departure. "He left because of that man who's been coming here, isn't it?" Carlos guessed.

"There's so much you don't know about the past here on this island. Over time, I was hoping to share everything with you. I wanted to start by getting us to know each other better. Just like I know your background and how you ended up at the orphanage, I told you my life before buying this island, but some events happened here I haven't shared with you. That Englishman who was here knew something that happened several years ago that I thought was a secret. I was going to tell you about it, but not for a long time. Mike, of course, knows the secret. He and I thought it best he return to school and when he and the others come on their school break, we can discuss it as family.

"But Mike was just here a month. He never taught us all of the other sex acts you and the others did before," Raphael complained.

"So you had no sex at all with him?"

"He just sucked us all the time."

John couldn't help but smile. "Well, I guess that's terrible that you guys got nothing but blow jobs all day long. Didn't you like them?"

"They were great," Peter put in. "My cock felt so good when he did it to me. When we asked him about other sex acts he told us he would start soon, as he was going to be here a few more days."

"Mike was always a good cocksucker," John began. "Even though he never sucked a cock before he came here, it was like a skill he already had," thinking about the previous evening when he and Mike were in John's bedroom and the oral pleasure he got from the teen. "All of us through the years enjoyed it with him. As he flies back to college, I'm sure he's sad he didn't get to stay longer and teach you more sex acts."

"He did teach us different positions to get into to get our cocks sucked?" Raphael began. "We would lie on our back, legs spread. We'd get on all fours and he would stick his head between our legs."

Carlos took over. "We would lie in what he called a '69' position so we could suck each other at the same time."

John then asked, "Didn't Mike want to fuck any of you boys?"

Raphael answered. "He said that for right now you are the only one who can do that to us. He said when he came here on break to be ready because four teenagers will want to fuck us all day long," getting a smile from John.

Peter then spoke up. "One thing he said we would have to learn is to suck a man's cock. He had me lay on the bed and he used his hand to rub himself until this jizz, he called it, splashed all over my chest. He did that to all of us. It felt funny seeing all this white stuff on our bodies."

The man nodded his head, "That is usually the next lesson. The man wants to feel good like the boy. The best is when he can fuck a boy's ass and shoot his cum inside it, but he does like getting his cock sucked too. Aren't you, Carlos ,still shooting a little bit when Raphael and Peter suck you?"

Raphael answered. "It doesn't taste bad," getting an agreeing nod from Peter.

"Well, as you saw with Mike, it's a lot more and much thicker, but remember, in a couple, three years, you'll be shooting more sperm and all of us will be swallowing each other.

"Here is the bottom line. In a man/boy sexual relationship the man must promise to protect the boy. He must take care of his needs and provide food and shelter. He must teach the boy what is required of him to please a man. He should show the boy how beautiful sex is and the pleasures he can discover. In return, the boy gives his body to the man to enjoy any way he wants. If man and boy do this, love comes automatically from this special union."

With that being said, all returned to the house, the boys ready to resume their nudist lifestyle and catch up on sex with John. Raphael wanted to be the first to sleep with John and the man eagerly agreed.

Raphael thought the man must have missed him as John couldn't get enough of sucking the 11-year-old's cock. Thinking about what Mike had said, that he should start sucking John, he offered to do that. John's answer was to flip the boy over, grease up his steel rod and slowly sink it into the tight boy's ass, only the second time since the adoption. He hoped he wasn't going to hurt the boy as Raphael was still nearly a virgin. Although the 11-year-old grunted a little as he felt his insides open, it was followed by moans of pleasure, especially as his tight boy channel got flooded with warm man milk from John's cock.

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