Somerset Farm 

                                                                                        by Jamie Haze

 

Chapter 25



Evan decided to trust the guys, at least Buck, since
he was the one who invited him to go with them to the
Sea Song, and Doug and the twins, because they paid
him for nothing. He relaxed and got playful. Dylan,
with Doug in the middle and Buck occupied the rear
seat facing forward. Marc made room for Evan on the
end of the first side seat. He sat there briefly
looking around the interior of the big car for a
moment, then concentrated on Buck and Doug holding
hands in Doug's lap. Actually, Doug was holding Buck's
hand so Buck couldn't get a hold on his cock, just
yet. They still had to find the boat, board her, then
find out where they would sleep. Doug felt it would be
easier if he wasn't wearing his bedtime hardon even if
he was stuck in a fucking wheel chair. Dylan had his
arm over Doug's shoulders and watched the friendly
hand to hand combat between the lovers with increasing
giggles.

Suddenly Evan was sitting on Buck and Doug's touching
thighs and clasped hands. He happily wiggled his
little butt until they separated enough so he could
sink to the seat between them when they grudgingly
moved apart. He took their hands as consolation and
closed them again in his lap against his hardness.
Buck and Doug looked at each other in wide-eyed
surprise. Then he abandoned their hands to move his
into their laps to clasp a large and growing cock in
each through the material of their respective shorts.
"WOW!" He giggled, "Big and big with big balls to
match. I sure am glad I wasn't wrong about you two."
They looked at him questionably. "You know, being gay
like me and all."

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Doug groused
but enjoyed Evan's delicate explorations. "And exactly
how did you know, about us I mean?"

Evan grinned up at Doug. "Well, Buck was making goo,
goo eyes at the back of your head, like he felt sorry
for you being a crip and all, and you two looked
comfortable with being with each other. Like neither
of you had to run your mouths to the other. It was
enough that you were close to each other. You guys
paid me two hundred dollars so I'm starting on earning
it. It's going to be a long night, but it should be
fun. I like young guys like you best, but they usually
don't have any money. I mostly have to put up with
slobbery old men and do some serious play acting so
they think I enjoyed it."

"How old are you anyway?" Buck asked and straightened
his legs out like Doug's, but for different reasons.
Evan found the zipper tab on his shorts and was busy
lowering it.

"Sixteen." Evan answered with a completely straight
face, and without slowing his handiwork.

There was a chorus of laughter through the length of
the car. "Yeah right. If you're sixteen then I'm
retired." Dylan quipped.

Evan eyed Dylan by leaning forward to look around
Doug's chest. "Who asked you, you old cheapo? I didn't
see any money coming out of your pocket." Evan's eyes
settled on the twins, who were watching him. "But now
you twin guys, I'll get to you two eventually. I never
had twin guys before. Old lady sisters once, but they
don't count."

"No really, how old?" Buck asked again.

"Would you believe fifteen?"

"Yeah," Doug answered. "In like four or five years."
Evan stroked Doug slowly. Doug spread his legs further
apart and preempted Buck's hand on Evan's youthful
cock. "Although your damn hand is definitely fifteen,
and this definitely feels like its fifteen." he
whispered.

"Thanks," Evan whispered back. "I'm really thirteen,"
he hesitated, then grinned, "well almost." He stroked
Doug and Buck lightly. "These feel just right," he
added shyly.

The car stopped at a rolling gate, which opened after
the driver spoke to the guard posted there. Everyone
looked out the windows. They were actually driving
along a dock, with buildings on one side and glimpses
of water between the sides of cruise ships. They
stopped by a boarding ramp leading to the deck of the
smallest of them that they could see. Everyone looked
puzzled except Evan. Their driver got out and walked
back to open the rear door on the waterside of the
car.

"Shit, we're here already. I thought you guys were
really bullshitting me, but there she is, the fucking
beautiful Sea Song." Evan removed his busy hands.
"We'll get back to these as soon as we find a room,"
He said, climbing over Doug's legs, to step out on the
dock and stare up at the ship. He was mesmerized.

"Is this IT?" Dylan asked. "Goddamn it is," he
announced when he stood by Evan, equally enthralled.

The others piled out of the car to stare up as well.
Patrick nudged Buck and laughed. "Your father had a
bit of a joke on us Buckminster. He wasn't quite sure
it was air-conditioned."

Buck nodded. "This isn't a yacht, it's a ship!" Even
he was impressed.

Evan looked around at them in disgust. "It is so a
yacht but it's a ship too because it's so fucking
humongus. I think she's really classed as a mega
expedition yacht, which means she can go anywhere she
wants in the whole wide world!" He said quietly, his
voice filled with awe.

Doug cleared his throat noisily to get someone's
attention. "Hey guys, could I get a little fucking
help here?" He'd managed to swing his legs around and
slide along the seat so he sat on the very edge, with
his feet dangerously close to touching the pavement.
The driver had his chair out and unfolded nearby but
looked like he was afraid to go so far as helping Doug
make the transfer to sit in it.

Paul grinned and squatted with his back to Doug. He
looked back, "Remember the pool at Somerset Farm, the
first day we met? Throw a leg over my head. Sit on my
shoulders." He instructed. Doug giggled and suddenly
he was perched high above the others, sitting
comfortably. Paul pulled Doug closer and snuggled his
head against Doug's crotch. He laughed, "Why Doug, I
do believe you've already grown a bit since the last
time we did this. Too bad you're wearing shorts this
time."

Doug giggled, "If you don't stop with the head action
I'll unzip and you won't have to comb your hair during
the whole cruise." Doug smoothed Paul's hair back with
his hands. "Hey guys, I think I just discovered a new
use for," he looked around and saw someone standing at
the top of the boarding steps. "For you know what, in
addition to it being a great dietary supplement, or
just making babies," he looked down on David,
"depending on your persuasion." He added with a grin.

"Okay, okay! I'll be good." Paul pleaded with his head
bent forward.

"Say laddie, how is it you're knowin' so much about
these floatin' palaces?"

Evan looked around before he answered. "I sneak in
here or one of the marinas when I take nights off or
nothing's happening, and hide out to stare and dream
about getting on one." He waved a hand generally down
the dock where there were three actual cruise ships
they could see in various stages of arriving, loading
supplies or getting ready to depart in the morning. It
was impossible to tell because there was organized
pandemonium not far from where they stood. "Sea Song
has to dock in the port because she's too big to fit
in a marina. At least that's what I think."

They were clustered at the foot the gangway. Marc
started to climb the steps two at a time. Doug stopped
him. "Wait you country bumpkin. There's no doorbell so
you ask first like this." Doug cupped his hands around
his mouth. "Permission to board?" He called.

"Granted!" Someone answered.

Doug nodded to Marc looking pleased with him self.
Marc gave him a finger and resumed his climb. The
others yielded to Paul with Doug on his shoulders.
David followed them with the folded wheelchair. Buck
gently pushed Evan up in front of him. By the time
Will and Joe reached the deck, Paul had Doug sitting
in his chair and Buck had reclaimed his position as
pusher with a wide-eyed Evan pasted to his side.
Everyone else was clustered tightly behind Doug and
Buck, and they were all staring at three crewmembers.

Two were young and hard eyed. They flanked an elderly
gentleman who leaned on a cane. All three were
uniformed in immaculate white, shirt, Bermuda shorts,
socks and shoes. The width, number and sequence of
gold stripes on black shoulder epaulets denoted the
difference in rank simply. The old guy's was mostly
gold. There was one other major difference; the two
flanking crewmen were armed with machine pistols held
casually but ready. Buck shuddered, remembering. Doug
reached back and covered the back of his hand. Buck
zeroed in on their index fingers. Both were out
straight and rested along the side of the trigger
guard, not on the trigger.

"Good evening young gentlemen and welcome to Sea Song.
I am Chief Steward Anton. Your elders have not yet
boarded for the evening, however Mr. Trenton left
stateroom assignments. His instruction concerning this
was, I quote: If any of them don't like their
accommodations, tough. I trust this tough has meaning
for you? Forgive me please for my poor English. My
employer is European, as am I." Anton tilted his head
to his right and left. "The other crew have no
English, and as you can see, all in port are armed.
This is unfortunate but necessary. As guests you have
all freedoms, but please not to be acting with
aggression even in jest, they may not understand."

Everyone nodded enthusiastically. Anton turned to lead
them. He stopped when his eyes fell on Evan. "You
perhaps are a new guest? I was given photos, yours was
not among them." He smiled suddenly. Evan cringed then
found some nerve and puffed out his chest. He was
about to answer when Anton pointed above his head to a
small video camera encased in a weather proof housing,
currently aimed at the dock. His finger moved, "And
there, and there, and there." He pointed to other
cameras. "You are recognized as a frequent visitor.
You hide almost very well there." He pointed to a
small steel portable building placed near one of
several overhead doors leading to the adjacent
warehouse on the wharf. "There is small boy size space
behind, yes?"

Evan nodded, "I was just looking, not spying. Sea Song
is so beautiful." He saw no point in denying the
obvious.

"Yes she is. You would have been invited to look
closer, but you would run should you be discovered, so
we watched you watch us. Humorous now for us all,
yes?" He turned. One guard accompanied him while the
other stayed at the entryway. Two more of the serious
crewmen appeared walking toward them. Anton spoke with
them briefly before they ran down the steps to the
dock. Their weapons were holstered under their arms.
"Baggage," he explained then motioned them to follow
him aft. He took them all the way to the stern and
looked over the solid waist high rail. David, Will and
Joe joined him and looked puzzled, there was nothing
to see but the vertical stern and dark water with
occasional bursts of phosphorescence seen in tropical
waters.

Anton grinned and pressed a recessed button. A crack
of light appeared with the sound of motors. The crack
widened as the entire stern below them opened. The
stern was hinged near the water line. "Hey guys look
at this." Will laughed. "Somehow I don't think we got
this option on ours. It couldn't be a garage, but I
bet it is.""

When everyone but Doug was leaning over the rail Anton
explained in his halting English. "Park small boats
for amusement inside. Use for recreation when
anchored."

"Do you mean like water toys and tenders?" Doug asked
while he attempted to pull himself high enough with
his hands to look over the rail.

Anton saw his frustration. "Ah Master Douglas there is
lift for you to go up and down. Come." He eased Buck
away from the back of the wheelchair, handed Doug his
cane, then pushed him around deck furniture, chairs,
tables and lounges, through a glass sliding door into
a large comfortable seating area to a forward
bulkhead. Stairs spiraled up and down. Anton pointed
and looked at everyone. "Walking down." He pressed a
button to reveal an elevator. He rolled Doug inside
and grinned, "Riding down to join you." Buck and Evan
stepped in before the doors closed.

There were five vertical buttons on the elevator wall
console. "Five decks?" Doug asked in amazement.

"Oh yes five," Anton pointed to the lowest button.
"Engines, other workings and storage." He pointed to
the second button, lighted, "Boats and crew spaces."
The third button was the deck they just left. "Petite
salon, library, video theater, bar, fun things and
forward are cabins for guests sleeping." He grinned at
the fourth button, "Grand salon, dinning, galley,
always open for growing young men and suites. You
Master Douglas, you Master Buckminster," he mangled
Buckminster and apologized.

"Just Buck and Doug will be fine." Buck told him.

Anton nodded, "You will have best one." He looked at
Evan, clearly perplexed.

Evan looked hopefully at Buck, then Doug. Buck grinned
and shrugged. Doug giggled and nodded. "I suppose the
puppy could bunk on the floor at the foot of the bed.
I know he sure needs a bath first thing. You kind of
stink, and your shirt and shorts could use some soap
and water too."

Evan got defensive but grinned. "I take showers at
hotel pools, and wash my clothes at the same time
while I got them on. You try doing that sometime and
see how clean you get. Especially when some flunky
comes running to chase you and you aren't finished.
The wise ass with the camera said I clean up well and
I do, you'll see." He suddenly looked sad, "But I just
happened to think, my clothes in my pack aren't too
clean either." He looked hopefully at Buck. "We're
close to the same size, could I borrow some clothes?"

Doug burst out laughing. "That confirms it! You're
definitely brothers. Hey, let's raid Marc's stuff!
He'll shit when he sees Evan dressed in one of his
favorite tee shirts tomorrow at breakfast."

The elevator door rolled open finally. Anton
apologized for it being so slow. Buck pushed Doug out
then asked, "What's on the top deck?"

"Oh yes, the bridge deck, for sun, spa pool, small gym
for exercise, helicopter landing place and other small
boats for fun. All very nice for holiday on water for
young people."

The boat deck where they stood extended over one-third
the length of the ship. Tenders and toys sat on
cradles or racks lining both sides of an open alley
back to the stern. From deck level they could see that
the wide open stern formed a combination swim-diving
platform and dock, complete with wide fold down steps
into the water. A track-mounted hoist down the center
of the alley could move anything aft to the water and
retrieve it as quickly when the track was extended
like a boom beyond the stern platform. Doug eyed a
twenty-foot catamaran that had hinged struts and was
neatly folded so the bottoms of the twin hulls
touched. He frowned at his bandaged feet and sighed.

David watched Doug, then tossed his thumb at a twenty-
five foot open fisherman. "Do you like to fish Doug? I
do. Maybe we can take that out and try our luck
trolling, or just anchor on a reef and catch us some
fresh supper."

"Yeah I guess we could." He smiled suddenly. "Yeah we
could. At least I can get some sun, but I need to be
careful so I don't fry my balls or burn my ass. At
least I can get naked."

Anton snapped his fingers and smiled. "Young
gentlemen, I am forgetting, the sun deck is clothings
optional always. Your elders have been told as well.
The crew use forward deck for sun also, and Europeans
are not liking bathingware," he added with a grin at
Doug, who brightened at the announcement.

They found their luggage waiting for them when they
returned to the main deck, neatly lined up in the
petite salon. Everyone grabbed something and followed
Anton forward to the staterooms he mentioned. There
were ten, five on each side of the central
companionway. Anton produced a scrap of paper and read
a list of names with difficulty, David, Marc, Peter,
Dylan, Paul, Morgan, Toby and Terry. He waved
generally up the hall toward the bow. "Ten sleeping
accommodations, eight young men. I again quote: They
can figure it out."

Marc dropped his single bag and carefully lowered his
collection of camera equipment and cases. Paul shed
himself of the two heaviest, containing the underwater
cameras. "In the future brother dearest, if we travel
together, feel free to bring along anything you can
fucking carry yourself. Come on, let's go see where
the princes are sleeping."

Anton chuckled, "I am knowing many English words, fuck
is popular to be using." He pointed to a double door
at the end of the hall, "Forward lounge, many windows,
very nice." Then he pointed to the ceiling and laughed
harder. "Princes go up."

There were only six suites on the grand salon deck,
three on each side of the hall. Anton opened one of
the doors. "Master Douglas, Master Buck and," he
giggled for the first time and looked down on Evan,
"puppy."

Evan frowned at Doug. "Now see what you started?" He
thunked Doug on the shoulder with his elbow. "If you
weren't a crip I'd beat your ass."

"Oh yeah? If I could walk, I'd feed yours to the
sharks right now, so consider yourself lucky, fish
breath."

Buck laughed with Doug but put his arm on Evan's
shoulders. "Don't worry about it Evan, they call me
shrimp all the time. When you think about it, it's
kind of neat, it just means Doug likes you." Buck
pointed to the double doors at the end of the hall,
"Is that another lounge?"

Anton shook his head. "Owner's quarters, very private.
Locked, no one goes there but owner. Never." He seemed
to be warning them politely.

Anton started to leave them after showing Will and Joe
their suite. The other adults occupied the rest of the
suites. Patrick stopped him with a touch on his arm,
"Is the name, Patrick Fitzmorris, on your list? Am I
down with the lads?"

Anton apologized and led Patrick to a door across the
hall. Patrick reappeared instantly after he saw Don
Thomas' luggage in the room. He protested that he was
a servant. Anton checked his list of room
accommodations a second time and shrugged, "Again I
must quote: Tough."

The twins laughed together at Patrick. Toby touched
him for identification purposes. "He wants to get to
know you better because he's going to steal you away
from Buck and Doug. We told him to."

Buck frowned at that information. Doug giggled. "Utoh,
I think I see a bidding war about to start Patrick. If
you hold on tight, you could be a millionaire in no
time." Patrick looked helpless.

Anton bid them all good evening, after he explained
that there would be a buffet table in the dinning room
permanently and everyone should feel free to help them
selves at any time. There was a stampede, even though
they'd all just stuffed themselves at dinner. Buck
took Evan by the hand and they followed Anton after a
wink at Doug. They were going to check out the buffet
after a quick visit to Marc's unattended luggage.
Will winked at David after pointedly staring at his
diamond and yawned before he took Joe to visit the
dinning room for a bedtime snack.

Doug pulled off his shirt and slipped his shorts down
over his feet. He grinned at Evan when they returned.
"It's bath time puppy!" He sang. Evan grinned, threw
the shirt borrowed from Marc at Doug's face and
started for the door.

David was standing behind the door and pushed it
closed to block Evan's retreat. He picked up the
little body and tucked Evan under his arm. "What goes
around, comes around. Kicking me in the nuts was not a
nice thing." Evan screamed his laughter, but stopped
struggling as soon as he saw David was also naked.

Patrick walked out of the bath. "Your bath be ready
Prince Evan! Try though I did it seems they don't
stock steel wool in these fine baths, but I did find a
lovely new wire brush. First we've a need to separate
ye from them nasty clothes. It seems they've a laundry
on this ship, so you and them `ill be washed
separate."

David held Evan with his hands under Evan's arms and
kept him hopefully out of range of a back kick, while
Patrick removed his shorts then his gym shoes. He
wasn't wearing socks. He held his nose. "Glory be
Douglas, it seems most o' the odor was eminatin' from
these shoes. We'll have 'em washed but it may be that
won't help."

Evan stopped his token struggles to get free as soon
as Patrick removed his shorts. By the time Patrick had
his shoes off he was fully hard. He hung in David's
hands limply, grinning at Buck and Doug. They stared
back. Patrick remained in a squatting position and
looked up. "Glory be an' Saints preserve us, the lad
is a Trenton born in the equipment department surely."

David lowered Evan to the floor. He made no effort to
escape. He playfully mussed Patrick's hair. "Thanks
Patrick, no complaints so far, except from other guys
my age and an old lady and that was just an ouch to
start with." Evan eyed Buck. "Wow, you really think
I'll be as big as you when I'm your age? Of course
you're still growing."

Buck sighed, "You could be bigger who knows? As for
growing, I think I'm just about done. My father isn't
much taller than me."

Evan understood intuitively that Buck was sensitive
about his stature. He poked Buck in the ribs and
giggled. "If you are, you're still lucky. You have a
big dick AND more money than God does, if I don't get
tall I'll just have a big dick. If I do grow I'll be
tall with a big dick. I'd rather have the money. Come
on let's get me a bath, I do really need one." He
looked back at David. "I knew you were behind the door
old timer. I was just kidding, I could have gotten
away."

Patrick held up one of Evan's gym shoes with two
fingers before he dropped it in a laundry bag. "If its
growin' you be concerned with puppy, I'd not worry if
these fit you now you'll sure to be taller than Will.
These be man size eleven's. You might be doin' your
grown' from the feet up."

All eyes went to Evan's bare feet. Doug laughed,
"Goddamn, that's my size. How tall is your father?"

Pain crossed Evan's face before he was able to hide it
with a grin. "He was six-two, Mom says. He was killed
in a car crash before I was born. You want to see a
picture?" Before anyone answered, Evan opened his
backpack and pulled out two packages of squashed
Twinkies first, then clothing. He made no objection
when Patrick collected the clothes into the laundry
bag. Evan's few toilet articles were in a plastic bag.
He put them aside. The pack looked empty and
shapeless, but Evan then carefully removed a piece of
corrugated cardboard. He hesitated and looked at
everyone before reaching into his pack again. "I'm
trusting you guys not to rip me off. I keep my money
and stuff in the bottom, underneath." He looked around
the carpet frantically for his shorts.

Patrick offered him some crumpled bills and coins.
"This be what you were lookin' for?" He asked gently.
"I always check me pockets before I wash clothes."

"Thanks Patrick. Yeah, that doesn't need washing." He
smoothed the bills out on the carpet, then added more
he took from the bottom of his pack.

Buck squatted at Evan's side looking amazed. "Where'd
you get all that? It looks like maybe there's a couple
of thousand there."

"I save my money. I'd need a Social Security number to
open an account at a bank. With the two hundred you
guys gave me, that makes nineteen hundred and thirty
four dollars and fifty-six cents." Evan said before he
offered Buck a five by seven photograph in a flat
plastic frame. This is my Mom and Dad," he giggled,
"and me too. I just wasn't born yet." He touched his
mother's belly. His father wore an army staff
sergeant's uniform. His mother was obviously very
pregnant. "That was taken just before he left for
Germany. We were going to join him there after I was
born, but he was in a fucking accident."

Evan leaned into Buck's shoulder. Patrick rubbed
Evan's back. Buck admired his parents, "Your dad's a
really good looking guy and your mom sure is
beautiful." Doug wheeled himself closer so he could
see the picture and David crowded him.

Doug agreed, "Yeah, too bad he was killed. They really
look happy."

"Yeah they were. Mom really missed him. She missed him
so much she didn't get remarried until two years ago."
Evan shuddered and started talking quietly, telling
his story without realizing it. He was just
remembering the good times to start with. "Mom's an
RN, a surgical nurse. She works emergencies. She
always makes good money and her and I were happy. We
had a nice house and nice stuff. Since I never had a
dad I didn't miss him like she did."

"Then HE came along. He got mugged and had the shit
beat out of him. Too bad they didn't kill the fucker.
But at first, when they started dating everything was
fine. The three of us went places. We did neat stuff.
I liked him. He treated me like I was his kid and
called me son as often as he called me Evan. When they
got married I was the best man. I missed them when
they went on their honeymoon for two weeks. I could
hardly wait for them to get back because I suddenly
had a dad like the other guys, you know my friends.
Some of their parents were divorced, but they still
had dads."

"We moved into his house after they got back. He sells
insurance. He owns his own agency. He made, makes,"
Evan corrected himself hurriedly, "good money. So the
house was bigger and nicer, but I had to change
schools, but that was cool. My Mom works the three to
eleven shift at the hospital so she was always at work
when I got home from school. My new dad, HIM, got home
around four o'clock so instead of our old neighbor
staying with me, I just locked myself in the house for
an hour until he got home. Then I could go out and
play, you know just fuck around, stuff kids that age
do while he cooked us dinner."

"The sex stuff started gradually. I'd do my homework,
and then we'd watch the tube until bedtime. My bedroom
was real big bigger than theirs was, and I even had my
own bathroom. My shower was huge and had a clear glass
side and door so if I wanted to, I could watch myself
in the mirror behind the sinks. That mirror was one of
them two-way jobs. He had a camera behind it, but I
didn't know that then. One night while I was taking a
shower before bed, he walked in unexpectedly. He was
just wearing boxer shorts. He caught me with a hardon
posing, making muscles, and just playing with myself.
I thought I was in trouble, but he just laughed said
hard cocks on guys my age were normal, and even
complimented me on how well I was hung. He sat on the
toilet with the seat down and told me to make more
muscles and play with myself all I wanted. It would be
our secret from Mom, just between us guys. That was
cool, so I did."

"When I finally got around to washing and thought I
was done, he stripped off his shorts and told me I
didn't get my back very well and he'd do it for me.
His cock was hard too, but that was okay between us
guys, you know, father's shower with their sons and
that shit happens I guess. He washed my back real good
and fast, but he slowed down when he got to my ass and
between my legs. Then he reached between my legs and
started feeling me up. That felt great and I told him
it did. He turned me around with him standing on his
knees and started stroking me while he jerked himself
off. He was so excited he popped his load in thirty
seconds."

"Then we rinsed off and he was feeling guilty and
nervous about what he did to me I guess, because he
swore me to secrecy again while we toweled ourselves
off."

"Each night after that it was the same in the shower.
He washed me and handled me and got me used to the
idea of touching him, washing him at first, then
jerking him off, and he started getting more and more
lovey dovey, you know like we were married or
something. But it was all cool because it felt great
to be handled and treated so nice by my new father."

"One night my Mom started back to work after her days
off so we couldn't hit the shower together them days,
we showered like usual but we didn't do much. I
remember it was a Saturday because I could stay up
late. He told me he rented Star Wars and we could
watch it on my TV in my bedroom. Of course I'd seen
it, but it's so good I was ready to watch it again. I
got in bed while he loaded the tape. The first time he
saw me putting on my PJ's, he told me he always slept
in his birthday suit, like all REAL men sleep naked,
so I tossed mine back in the drawer. Of course he got
in bed with me, then used the remote to start the
movie. Except the movie wasn't Star Wars, it was a
porno flick. Two guys, teenagers, fifteen or sixteen
were lying on a bed naked and making out with each
other like one was fucking the other in the mouth with
his tongue. HE made like he was all embarrassed and
blamed Block Buster for putting the wrong tape in the
fucking Star Wars box, except he never shut it off. I
sure didn't want him too. I'm sure I was all bug-eyed.
I always liked looking at other guys wearing shorts or
bathing suits and I always wondered what some good
looking ones looked like naked and how well they were
hung." Evan looked around at his silent audience.
"Well didn't you guys?"

David took up an intense red faced interest in the
carpet where he was lying on his belly, but after
Buck, Patrick and Doug nodded, Evan continued. "The
guy who was going to end up on top started doing some
serious tongue work down the other guy's body until he
got to the guy's cock, then after some hesitation he
got to work. As usual in fuck films, he finished him
by hand.

The bottom guy really came big time, I mean there were
gobs of the stuff from his chest on down. Then the top
guy kind of scooped up what he could with his hand and
rubbed it all over his own cock and balls before he
used his slimy fingers to start finger fucking the
bottom guy. He was actually using the guy's own cum
for lubrication. I couldn't believe my eyes when the
top lifted the other guy's legs and guided his cock.
He was so hot he didn't care whether he hurt his buddy
or not. Bang, just like that, he was in up to the hilt
and fucking him like it was his last."

"By then, I was so hot myself, I had to remember to
breathe. At some point HE pushed the sheet off of us
and started playing with me, so that I was fucking his
hand. Then HIS face blocked my view of the TV and he
started kissing me. It was pretty much fun. I kissed
him back because I wanted him to suck on me like the
guy in the movie. He did that for awhile, but I was
too young, I didn't even shoot blanks then, and he got
bored, or too hot. He got off the bed and left the
room after telling me the fun was about to begin, and
not to move. He came back with a tube of KY. I didn't
know what it was, but I sure found out fast. He
squeezed a big gob on his fingers and right away
flipped my legs up and held them there with one arm so
my skinny ass was in the air. The fucker started off
using two to loosen me up, like thirty seconds of
getting finger fucked would do the trick, ya know?"

"I was lying on my back until then, but he had me roll
over and spread my legs so I couldn't watch what was
going on. Shit, I knew and I wanted to watch just like
the bottom guy in the movie did. I felt him poking
around with one finger and his cock. All of a sudden
like, he was in and not just his cock head, he was all
the way in and he was fucking my ass like he was late
for work or something. It hurt a little at first, but
I think mostly it was from being surprised."

Did I tell you he was one of them what they call
premature ejaculators? I read up on it in the library.
That's what he was, and that's why he was in such a
hurry, so he wouldn't shoot his wad before he got in
me. Anyway, he made it, but only just, before I felt
him pumping cum. You know, HIM or not, that felt
really cool, I liked it. I don't mean to gross you
guys out or anything, but I really did like it. Of
course lucky for me he was only about four inches
long, like a lot of kids that aren't done growing up."

"I thought the fucker was having a heart attack at
first, he was breathing so hard and I could feel his
heart through his chest pounding on my back. Then we
both heard a noise at the same time, and someone
cleared his throat by the bedroom door. I twisted my
neck to look. I was scared shitless, but HE didn't
look. He knew who was there. It was the top kid in the
video. His name was Billy."

"He was real nasty to Billy all the time and he was
then too. He hollered about Billy not getting to the
house fast enough after he called him, and he
threatened to tell Billy's parents that he fucked
little kids. Billy wasn't listening though because he
was staring at the TV. HE rolled off me about then so
I turned over and looked to see what was so
interesting to Billy on that video, since he was in
it. He was still in it but the guy on the bottom by
then was a kid about my age, maybe nine or ten. Billy
was straddling the kid's chest with his knees on the
kid's arms. The little kid couldn't move much but he
was shaking his head, no. The camera moved closer and
Billy looked at the camera. He was nearly bawling.
There wasn't no sound, but his lips were moving like
he was asking if he had to do what the guy holding the
camera wanted him to do."

"When Billy just stood there looking at the video, HE
got off the bed and went to Billy and smacked him
hard. He shut off the TV and told Billy to strip and
get on the bed with me, but not to do anything until
he got his camera ready." Evan sighed, on the verge of
tears. "All the time he fucked me that first time,
Billy kept whispering to me that he was sorry for what
he was doing."

After it was over, HE left us alone for some reason.
Billy told me that my fucking stepfather didn't really
sell insurance. His office was really a front for a
subscription web site that sold kiddy porn and that
what we just did went out live on the web. Billy said
he went to do something on the computer like set it up
so it would replay."

I really liked Billy from the first and later we loved
each other, we really did. We made love alone every
chance we got. Billy really got down, I mean depressed
and he started popping pills so he was always strung
out. Then one night Billy didn't show up for a
scheduled session and HE took it out on me. That was
the first time he ever hit me. After, I shut off the
light and got under the covers. Something crinkled
under my pillow like paper. Billy sneaked in and left
me a note earlier. He said he was going away alone.
That what happened to him was not my fault and that he
loved me." Evan did start sobbing then and curled up
in Patrick's arms. Patrick rocked him and patted his
back.

In a few minutes, Evan calmed down and sat up. "You
see we talked about it, about going away together. We
never used the word but we weren't thinking of running
away. Billy did it alone. He left me behind because he
loved me. Billy killed himself, that kind of going
away." He said it so softly it took a moment for the
guys to realize that the word they never used was
suicide.

"I cried for a few minutes, then I stopped and I
haven't cried since until now. I looked at the clock
it was only nine-thirty. I went into my closet and dug
out my baseball bat and I went hunting the bastard. I
found him in the den sitting at his computer. He was
looking at his own fucking web site watching Billy
fuck me." Evan gave them the address but said he
didn't know if it was still active since the web
master was dead. "I hit him and hit him, then I
started beating the shit out of his computer. He was
hard to kill. Every time I looked at him lying on the
floor I saw him move something so I hit him some more
until he stopped moving. Then I snatched his billfold,
threw some clothes in my backpack and took off."

Evan smiled ruefully, "So now you know the rest of the
story, I'm wanted for murder." He counted out two
hundred dollars and offered the money to Doug. "I'd
like it if I could take a shower before I leave. You
guys could get in so much trouble if you're around
when they catch me. I like you guys and you shouldn't
get in no trouble because of me."

Doug pushed the money back. "No way, you're on my side
in the bathtub puppy. You'll earn this just keeping
them from drowning us. Come on guys Evan and I need a
bath before bed." He started rolling himself toward
the outer door. He giggled maniacally, "That is if you
can catch us! Come on Evan!"


Anton muted the sound portion of the video he was
watching and recording, but he continued to watch as
Patrick and Buck wrestled Doug from his chair while
David picked up Evan and tossed him over his shoulder,
then followed the others into the bathroom. His
computer switched cameras when it detected motion in
the bath area and zoomed into the marble spa tub. He
blanked the screen and quickly brought up his web
server and keyed in the address Evan gave the boys.
The site's cover page flashed thumb nails of handsome
nearly naked young men and promised more revealing
photos and live cam streaming video of these and
others in triple X action, all for clicking the garish
purple `JOIN NOW' box.

Anton swore in five languages and had to search a
drawer to find the required credit card information.
There were three membership levels. He chose platinum,
the most costly at one thousand dollars US, per month
for extraordinary services. There was no further
explanation of what those might be and wouldn't be
until the credit charge was approved. He drummed his
fingers impatiently. The screen flashed and changed
and changed again and again. Anton suspected he was
being sent through several links before he was staring
at a youth of no more than fourteen, naked of course
who offered via audio to give the new platinum member
a tour of an exclusive home for boys. The scenes kept
changing, bedrooms, swimming pool, a gym, a bucolic
lakeside. Each included at least one boy and an
intentionally blurred adult male, or one who had
passed puberty. The youth invited him to visit he and
his friends at the home or if the member wished, one
or more selected boys could visit him. Any arrangement
could be made for additional fees, and desired
activities were limited only by the platinum member's
imagination.

Anton blanked the screen and then brought up an
infrared view of one of the close by suites. The
glowing image of one large indistinct life form was in
bed. He grinned. Joe and Will were already in bed and
from their inactivity, asleep, probably spooned
together which would explain their infrared shape. He
dialed their extension and watched an arm reach for
the bedside phone. "I wish to speak with you
concerning one of the young men. The youngest of them
has problem I require the solving of with your help
please. If you would please to come to me at the end
of the hall I would be most grateful." He realized
after he replaced the receiver that he was impolite
and failed to identify himself but grinned when two
green images separated on the bed, then stood to dress
anyway.

A red light flashed on the console in front of Anton.
His young visitors were armed as they approached his
doors. He smiled and released the electric locks
before they could knock. He stood up to receive them.
He shook their hands and thanked them for coming so
quickly and apologized profusely for waking them.
Anton admired the way they moved and acted. Will
engaged him immediately as a recognized potential
threat, blocking his partner Joe, whose eyes were busy
scanning the room for less obvious dangers.

"You must forgive old man for intruding on the privacy
of guests. Visitors are rare on Sea Song, never before
have so many been permitted. Young men are
fascinating, yes? I indulge myself in watching suite
of young Buck and lover Doug this evening." Anton
motioned them to sit in chairs facing darkened plasma
screens.

Joe interrupted Anton's slow and tortured English with
French. "Perhaps it would be easier for you if we used
a language you're more comfortable with? I can explain
everything to Will later." He switched to German. "I'm
sorry I can't identify your native tongue from your
accent."

Anton laughed and clapped his hands in delight.
"Splendid my young friend. While my sphere of
influence extends into Britain, I generally leave
English speaking counties to Buckminster. I am not
quite as I represent myself this evening. I am not a
steward. Buckminster and I meet regularly here, but he
arrives alone wherever I may find myself, whatever
port. As I was attempting to explain, I'm an old man
and a dedicated snoop. I currently am aggressively
seeking an heir and young Buckminster is a candidate
so this evening I was watching him and his friends to
get to know him better without his knowledge. The boy
Evan revealed his past quite unexpectedly. First you
should watch and listen to his tale." Anton started
the recording.

Will and Joe watched and listened silently. When it
was finished, Will's fingers itched to get at Anton's
keyboard and mouse. "May I?" He asked while he pulled
his chair closer to the console.

Anton grinned, "This I have done," he answered in
English. "Now member in good standing." He brought up
the web site. "Still active and maybe very much more
successful, no?" He frowned and switched back to
German. "Obviously the stepfather did not die and has
prospered greatly from this web site after the boy
fled his home. I want it found and crushed," Anton
smashed a fist into the palm of his other hand. "I
want the stepfather brought here before me, I will
crush him." His fist came down a second time. "There
must be a group of conspirators, web masters, people
who manage this home for boys. You will crush them
all. I want a membership list," he grinned
"Buckminster and I will decide their individual fates,
as they must be men of wealth and position. As for the
boy's mother, investigate carefully. Should she have
the slightest bit of knowledge concerning her
husband's business I would like her to accompany him
here. First, you must find all assets. Consolidate
them. Buckminster will have a place to hold them safe.
These will be distributed among the boys. I will think
of what might be done to restore them to society."

Anton stood up and smiled at them. As far as he was
concerned the meeting was adjourned. Joe looked at him
slack jawed he understood the orders. Will interpreted
them from Anton's body language and smashing fist. His
fingers itched once again to start the dance to locate
the web site and it's owner.

 

 

 

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