Traveler chapter 152
         There were nineteen dead, one of them was a sixty three old woman that the boys loved like their grandmother; the little ones took flowers, fruit, and muffins to her when they got home from school each day. Her shift as the afternoon security guard had ended but she had to fill out an incident report. Some man had demanded to know what the school was because it did not appear on his maps. Roberta was a very sharp woman and had managed to get a video of the man, and a recording of his voice, on her cell phone, as he asked strange questions of her. She put that information into her report and downloaded the pictures from her cell phone into the computer. That man was not amongst the dead.
         After she had completed her paperwork she had left the school grounds when she radioed the dispatcher to tell them that there was a large number of people moving on my house, all dressed in dark clothing. The dispatcher told her to get out of the area but for some reason her car was in front of my house and her body was found sitting behind the steering wheel.
         Several neighbors had called 911 to report an explosion and automatic weapon's fire at my house, the evening guard at the school also reported it to his dispatcher. FIS was quick to respond, two helicopter gun ships with six men on each one was on the scene in fifteen minutes. The attackers had already blown away the front wall of my house, between the front door and the garage. As far a damage goes that was the one area that hurt the house the least. Every security door in the house had automatically sealed themselves and angering the invasion force. There was a lot of damage to the interior of the house from automatic weapons' fire but there was not a single loss of life on the friendly side.
         FIS vehicles arrived and began to exchange fire and six of the invaders went down. The rest took refuge inside my house but ran out when the two gun ships arrived and the rangers repelled into the pool area and rushed through the large gap in the front wall. One eager rookie from the city's police force took a round to his torso but his flak jacket prevented anything more than a bad bruise to him.
         I have five neighbors that have filled law suits against me. When it was broadcast that the reason for the attack was that I had been harboring King Cullen people came out of the woodwork with law suits in hand.
         Cory and I stayed home for three days to survey the damage and to attend the funeral of grandma. Roberta had no known family so we placed her in a burial site near Carl and Tom Dickson. Except for the staff, the school was empty and I didn't feel comfortable being there so Cory and I slept at Rick's house.

         I didn't tell the girls about the raid until we were on our way across the ocean. René took all of them to her house, even Betty stayed the first night. Lou took the girls to BAG to recover the babies then all of them returned to be at one place together. Each of the three units in the tri-plex has two bedrooms so each lady had a bed to herself. René gave up her bed to Betty and she slept in Jay's bed, she does love that boy.

         I contacted Ron and Bill to rebuild my front wall and the connecting balcony between the east bedrooms and west bedrooms. I am the only one that could open the security doors and reprogram them so that my two contractors could gain access to do their work. I felt very thankful that my boys were not home at the time of the attack. I was pleased when I inspected all of my security preparations, had we been home I feel that the boys inside their rooms would be safe. Every bedroom door had been sealed with a solid sheet of one quarter inch hardened steel that would take a diamond bladed saw to cut through, an ordinary cutting torch wouldn't even burn a pin hole through them. The security doors can be opened from inside each bedroom by hand controls.
         The way it seemed to have happened was that a shaped charge was tossed against the front wall which instantly activated the system by severing the main cable to activate those doors, we had to splice in a piece of cable from the computers in my office to get the house back on line. The ones in danger would have been anyone in the main house at the moment of the explosion.
         Jeff Howell and Mark Demone were happy to help with the cable, in fact I had FI people crawling all over the house trying to do what they could. All three back up generators had kicked in when the power went out but after the FIS agents checked the house they ran extension cords to the large refrigerators in my kitchen Nothing in granite house had been touched, the heavy security doors leading into the tunnel was sealed, I don't believe that the raiders knew that the two houses were connected in anyway.
         Sunday afternoon Andy flew in with Tyler and a group of the college boys, Tyler and Cas were glad to find that their bungalow was untouched and neither were the other two. The small guest house in back was unharmed with the exception of windows that had been shot out by automatic weapon's fire and the walls were pock marked with holes from bullets.
         As near as Andy and I can figure it this was another ill planned attempt by a crazed bunch of people bent on killing Cullen. Their data was incorrect, they didn't know that Cullen had left the country seven hours before they raided my house. I don't know who the man was that had harassed Roberta but with him and then the raid on my house I am not sure if Cullen will be safe should he return here. Then again will he be safe in one of the schools in Europe? I may have to send him off to Jerrod Bradford in New York, that will make him happy, me too cause I love the little sot.

         A twinge of...whatever, rushed through me as I looked at the empty garage, I had taken my toys to βφτ house and parked them in the garage. The Caddy was in the garage under the hill, along with Traveler and Traveler Too. My Olds 442 was a birthday gift to me from Charley and it would kill me to see so much as a scratch on his pristine paint. The 'vette? I love that 'vette and I take very good care of it, I had parked both of them in a double long bay of the garage at the Koch's house. There is a six car garage, three bays wide double car deep, at house but those bays are full with the cars belonging to the boys that live there.
         My boys laugh at me when I wash my babies; I pull the cars down to the end of the driveway, under Luke and Ģerâld's bungalow, so that the water can run off over the cliff. That area is the lowest point on my property with the cliff face eroded away to stand only twenty five feet above the ground behind the Traveler Trio's garage. The driveway had to be built up almost two feet for access to the new garage, then it sloped off toward the cliff. I ask all of the boys to use that lower area to wash their cars but nobody loves their cars as I do. They have told me so many times that I would sleep with my cars if I could find away to get them upstairs and into my bed.
         They don't know that there have been many nights when I was still in school that I have slept with my cars. I would drive out into the desert to the top of some remote hill top. With the top down and the tunes playing I would stretch out and enjoy the night sky. There is probably as much cream soaked into those car seats and carpet as the boys have in them. There is little cream from the highschool boys that I took for a ride in my car and on my pony, I swallowed as much of that as I could so that it wouldn't stain the covers.

         We returned to Rick's house for the evening. Cory looked at me cross eyed and asked me why we didn't sleep at his house. It is his house but my wife, and his, live there. Without them there the place doesn't feel right, I would feel like I was violating their space were I to sleep in Ugitsiha's bed. That and I would feel like a hypocrite sleeping in her bed with Cory, the same would be so in Sagi's bed. I wiggled my eyes at Cory and told him that if I was lucky I might get it on with young Terry. Cory knows what a lech I am but sometimes I think that he is hurt by my off hand remarks about other boys.
         The evening was planned for us, Rick had brought home four really fine looking steaks. Terry had busied himself putting together the most fantastic salad that he could conceive of. I was sure that the Safeway down the street has a depleted produce department after looking at that salad bowl. Terry had also prepared fresh green beans, which he had carefully sliced julienne style, into which he had slivers of almond and, just a touch of finely chopped pimentos. I don't care for pimentos but I kept my mouth shut about it.
         He had taken the time to mix up hot dinner rolls, using a boxed mix, but for a fourteen year old boy I thought that it was great. Rick has a large bay window in the breakfast nook off of his kitchen in which he grows a complete herb garden. Poor er drools when he sees it, he has searched my house over for a place to have one of his own. Terry had gathered a harvest from that window and amongst the fruits of that gathering was a large bowl of finely chopped chives for our baked potatoes. Sour cream, shredded-extra sharp cheddar cheese, along with sour cream and butter were included as potato toppings.
         Rick has his own secret recipe for his steaks and try as I may he would not tell me what his mix was. He had taken a blend of his herbs and mixed them with a special sauce. He placed the steaks into a vacuum bag then poured the entire mix over the meat before sucking all of the air out so that the marinade would permeate the meat throughout. A half an hour later he rolled the meat into the dry portion of his herb mix and tossed the dead cow onto his fire. Rick learned of my passion for hickory smoke flavored meat and had a large bag of hickory chips near his grill which he liberally sprinkled over the lava rocks for a wood flavored meal.
         During our dinning time Rick kept staring at Cory. I can't say that I blame him, the boy is extra fine prime meat, but I did feel a slight pang of jealousy move against my heart. Rick removed that pang with his next remark, "Would you guys be up for a bit of swapping tonight? I know Chris and he would like to spend a whole night with you, my love," he placed his hand over Terry's. The boy looked at me and smiled, broadly.
         "I'll spend the night with you and give you the fucking of the year, for a price." All eyes moved to Cory and all ears were tuned in. "This steak has no salt or pepper and I didn't see any store bought spice mixed into your spice rub, you give dad your secret recipe and I will make you fall in love with me. But I go home with dad tomorrow."
         Rick rose from his seat and walked around to where Cory was seated next to me, Cory turned in his seat and Rick dropped to his knees. He examined Cory's cock up close and personal then sucked on it. "You were sweet enough to give me a couple of courtesy fucks when I first brought Terry home but I would love to have a whole night alone with you. I have heard that you can fuck all night long and as long as this is I would like a long long ride." By that time Terry was on his knees at my side sucking for man cream for his desert, Cory and I turned together for a kiss then helped clear the dinner dishes away before heading to bed for an early evening and a night of fun.

         Terry has learned a lot from his few weeks with Rick, actually the pair have lived together for a little more that three months but I could detect a marked improvement in the boy's technique, especially his desire to lay close together in between our very hot sessions. Terry is a hot bottom and it took a little prodding to get him to top me but I wanted him to have the full experience of our coupling.
         Terry drools when he fucks, our lips were locked together most of the time and I was having difficulty keeping his drool separate from the air going into my lungs. Ah, sweet youth. The boy's breath was as sweet as fresh mountain spring air and I could not get enough of him.
         I have many boys in my house that I love dearly but somehow this session away from home was one of the most exciting sessions that I have ever shared. I could easily fall in love with Terry, he is needy and I have nothing but praise for Rick and his love of the boy. Rick has helped me to find twenty nine boys, and twelve girls, that lived on the streets of my own home town that I would not have been able to reach except by the efforts of him and the little love bunny in my arms. I only wish that I could find something extra special to do for the couple.
         I awakened at a minute or two past five, Terry was in deep rem sleep. I watched his perfect little face as his eyes danced around behind their closed lids, I wondered what sort of a dream he was having. Nature made an urgent call so I slipped quietly out of bed and moved to empty my bladder. Terry had not moved so I stepped into the shower for a quick wash down.
         I felt the need for a run and I had brought my jogging suit over, along with my favorite shoes for running. I would need a long shower after a run so I only rinsed the heavy part of my night away, I wanted to keep the smell of the boy on me for as long as possible.
         
         I paused at Rick's door and could hear no movement so I slipped on downstairs. I found Rick's coffee and his machine so I started a pot then took off through his back door and around my familiar path. As I returned to Rick's house I spotted trouble on the hoof. Dody McNee is about two hundred and fifty years old, at least she should be when she starts relating history from the first person perspective. She was shuffling along on her walker toward the pathway through the greenbelt where I was running.
         Before I could say hello to her she pointed a crooked finger at me, "I want to talk to you, young man." I begged her forgiveness as I explained my need to cool down a moment so I jogged in place as my body settled down to its normal functioning.
         "I don't like all of the noise up at your house the other night. All of those helicopters and firecrackers, this is a home, not an amusement park. If you do that sort of thing again I will call my barrister and ask to have you removed."
         I have much more clout that she has and I have lived in the neighborhood before the land was leveled to build the house in which she lives with her son and daughter-in-law. I smiled at her and told her that I had taken my whole family to Europe to see the coronation of King Cullen and that nobody was home when someone raided my home in an attempt to do harm to me and mine.
         Her eyes narrowed, "You had that young man living in your house? He could have got me killed in my sleep."
         A cute little man ran up to the old lady with a shawl in his hand and placed it around her shoulders, he was wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts that he must have worn two years earlier. "Granny, it's too cold out here for you, come inside, please?" Dody spoke to him then he asked me if I would come in with them. The boy was cute, and hot, I walked behind him and watched perfect little bunns stretch the tight fabric with hopes that the cloth would tear and I could really see the boi butt confined therein.
         Mrs. McNee was at the stove preparing breakfast, she turned and asked me if I would like a cup of coffee then asked her son to bring it to me.
         "Francis is one of your kind and he wants to go to that school of yours." I love old ladies, they don't pull punches. Mrs. McNee and the youngster both reacted with horror.
         "Well, it's true, he told you he wants to go there so he has to be a queer his own sef." I listened to the banter until Mr. McNee came in and kissed his mother and whispered in her ear to shut her mouth, right now.
         "I have to apologize for my mother, she has her own thoughts and wants everybody to hear them. My name is Frank McNee, my wife is Francine, and you know my son, Francis the IV. Yeah, all three of us are named Francis but none of us care much for the name, Fanny and I decided early on to call our son Fran to avoid confusion.
         "I can see the look on your face, 'why did we name our son Francis?' We really had no choice," he glared at his mother, "it was her grandfather's name, her dad's name, and her son's name. Her father disowned her when she didn't marry a Francis but a few years later he reconciled with her when she named me after him. I guess that was okay because he left her several million dollars and she has been generous to us."
         What people will do for money confounds me. Of course I should talk, I sucked old men's cocks, but that was fun as well. I looked at the boy, his four inch cock was fully extended beyond the leg opening of his tiny gym shorts. He smiled at me and pushed his crotch forward.
         "Fran, tuck yourself away. I am afraid that my son is a bit forward and I hope he doesn't embarrass you."
         "Sir, I have over two hundred boys in my care and they never embarrass me." Granny got up and shuffled away on her walker, she called at Fran to get ready for school but he reminded her that it was Saturday. She went on her way mumbling about the worthless kids of today.
         "Ask him father, please?"
         Frank looked at me then at his wife, "Granny said it and I guess Fran has his mind made up. He wants to go to your school, but he wants to live there. I mean, the school is right there across the street but he wants to live with a bunch of boys."
         I had been studying the boy, he continually winked at me and made signs that he was sure would let me know that he is gay, I was sure when I saw him come out of the back door with the shawl for his grandmother. It might be good to put the boy in the dorm with other boys so that he could get the queer slapped off of the outside and let it nestle into the boy inside. He would face a world of hurt the way he seems to be headed. I saw movement outside and looked up to see Cory walking along the pathway where I run, I asked to be excused so that I could let him know where I was.
         Fran jumped up and ran outside to drag Cory into the house. I introduced him around with the inclusion that he was my life partner. Frank and Francine looked at each other, "But Sarah..."
         "Is Cory's wife, and Daylight is my wife. They are the mother's of our baby sons and they are both pregnant, but Cory and I are lovers."
         "Kewl, see, I told Granny that someday I would give her a Francis five but I got time to go." He giggled in a perfect little boy giggle that set my hard on fire, Cory squeezed my hand under the table as he sat beside me.
         I learned that Rick was teaching Terry how to make German potato pancakes and that they wanted us to eat at about six thirty. It was five minutes past six so I had a few minutes to ask a few questions. "Francine, tell me what your feelings are with Fran's request."
         She looked at me, hard and long, before turning her eyes to look at her son. "My brother is homosexual, he has never been with, or wanted, a woman. He is forty nine and has been with the same man since college, I guess that they were boyfriends in highschool because they were always with each other. I remember how much they were teased and I don't want that for Fran. Chris, kids can be so cruel and my son is so fragile..." The tears took over, "Do what you can for him and love him like I do." She left the room. Frank suggested that we sit out on the patio and talk in private.
         I headed for the door and Frank told Cory to join us as he and Fran followed along behind. Fran ran to sit in my lap then turned to look at Cory, "Is he your boyfriend?" I told him that he is my best friend. "Does he suck your dick?" There was no reaction from his father, Cory looked at me with a smile as he waited to hear my answer.
         "A gentleman never discusses what may, or may not, occur in private times." Frank laughed heartily, I think that the tension had just been broken. "How old are you, Fran?"
         "I am thirteen and I know Gus and Dezi, real good. They told me that everybody in your house likes to suck dicks."
         "Do you suck dicks?"
         "I done it afore." I could discreetly watch his father's reactions as I looked over the boy's head, he didn't flinch.
         "Do you ever talk about this with your father?"
         "Yeah, all the time, he used to suck dicks when he was my age, he says."
         Frank cleared his throat, "I had a close friend that was kind of precocious but he met my brother-in-law and they are still together."
         "How long were you with him?"
         "About four years but at sixteen he decided that he wanted to be true to one man."
         "Does your wife know all of this?"
         "That's how we met, through Simon and Earl. I thought that I would never love again when Simmy told me that he wanted Earl. Earl is two years older than me and, well, he was more of a man, if you know what I mean."
         "Simon was a size queen?"
         "Yeah, that's a good word for it."
         "Did that end everything between you and Simon?"
         "No, he still loves me, even through college the three of us used to get together." Fran was giggling, I don't know if his father's confession was new to him or not but neither father nor son seemed to have any problems with talking frankly.
         "Tell me about Francine's feelings with your relationship with her brother."
         "She didn't know about the sex until I was in the final year of medical school, I had to do my internship here in Tucson because there is no hospital near our home. I didn't want to leave Simmy, I really love him, but he wouldn't leave Earl. By that time the three of us were very close and Fanny had figured things out.
         "I dated her throughout college and nearly always spent the weekend nights at Earl's house. Earl couldn't leave the family business because his dad was ill and not able to handle it. Simmy lived with him and I was at school, down here at the University Medical Center. Earl and Simmy only went to school four years but I had to go for eight, they were back home and loving each other and I was here and alone.
         "One time I was home for the weekend and Fanny's father had come to Tucson for some medical tests to learn what was happening to his body. Fanny kept me late and she worked me up, so bad. I have known her since I was almost seventeen and she has never dated any other boy. I had never dated other girls and I didn't think that I wanted to, I sort of dated Fanny so my family wouldn't know that I was queer.
         "We talked after we did it and decided that if I was going to be doctor then I should have a wife so we got engaged. I had to do my internship and then my residency before we could marry. I was twenty eight when we had the biggest wedding the town had ever seen, but we waited before having children. When I was settled in a little bit Fanny quit taking the pill and we got the most beautiful boy the world has ever known."
         I was pleased to see how much love there was between the father and son and I had already seen that love in Francine's eyes before she left the room.
         "Are you still queer?" damn, I am an ass hole. Frank started and his face clouded, he looked at his son who was hanging on every word from his father's lips and wanted to hear the answer. I didn't get a direct answer but the way he was looking at Cory told me all about him. I didn't have the time to continue talking to him, I wanted to get to his son. I do know that sometime before school starts for the next school year that Frank and Fran will attend a party at my house and we will know all.
         "How are your grades, Fran?"
         "Mostly B's some A's."
         "I insist that all of the students in my school get top marks. If you will work very hard and show me your report card at the end of the school year we will see about placing you at BAW. I can't do more now because all of the boys are in Europe and we won't be home for awhile yet, my house is in really bad shape and I have to have it repaired before I bring my family home."
         Fran wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "I seen that pin, I never done that but Gus says that it's fun. Dezi says that you do it better than Gus and I am going to let them do me then I get a pin." That damned little piece of gold. Well, the boy has a tight looking ass and I was enjoying holding it as he sat in my lap.

         Cory and I went back to Rick's place for breakfast. As we were eating Terry kept looking at Rick. Finally Rick said, "Well, I guess that I will be the one to tell you the good news. Terry and I stood before a judge last Wednesday and I would like to introduce you to Master Terrence Carlson." Cory and I each welcomed the boy in our own way, with a deep tonsil tickling kiss, then the two boys headed over to my house to see the progress of the work going on there. It had not yet begun but boys like to see it all.
         Rick and I sat back to visit for little bit, it was still early Saturday morning and neither of us had anything planned. Cory and I will go to church at nine thirty but for now I wanted to hear about my friend's new son. You may recall what a bastard Terry's father turned out to be when the school called him to tell him that Terry was sucking all cummers in the boy's restroom. Rick is sharp and Bull is sharper, the two teamed up and went after the elder Thompson with pure vengeance on their minds.
         Mr. Thompson was in violation of so many statutes that he could face almost ten years in prison for what he had done to Terry. Bull made him an offer he could not refuse. Paper work was signed and wheels began to move, ninety days, to the day, later the judge brought down his gavel.
         The results included the senior Thompson severing and relinquishing, unequivocally and irrevocably, all parental rights to Terry. A trust fund containing all of the money from the boy's mother's estate was to be set into an irrevocable trust for the boy, payable at his eighteenth birthday. A sum equal to forty percent of the father's current worth was to be deposited in a similar trust for the boy along with all moneys contained in college savings plans.
         Life insurance policies purchased as savings plans for the boy's education and future were turned over to his trust with orders that the father continue premium payments until those policies mature. All life insurance policies in force on the life of the father were examined and those with the beneficiary listed as Terry Thompson were frozen so that they could not be changed and premiums were ordered to be continued until the policy maturity or death of the insured.
         Terry left the courtroom with a new name, a new father, and more than two million dollars, to be held in trust or paid at the death of his birth father. The first stop for the new father and son was at the offices of Foss International Security-Detective Division.
         Terry's mother had died suddenly during a trial separation from her husband. Occurrences before, and after, her death were suspicious, the family doctor, a classmate and close friend of Mr. Thompson, had listed the cause of death as the flu. Records indicate that she had received a flu shot from that same doctor the morning before her death.

         I was happy for Rick and told him so. I know that Terry is extremely happy with the man but he has told several of my boys that he wishes he could live at our house. I know first hand what it is like to live with an older man and not have twenty four/seven access to boys of similar age. Terry avails himself of all of the boi love that he can assimilate each day before Rick returns home from his work.
         Rick had a favor to ask of me, he had to make a long business trip to the orient. He had been working on a piece of proprietary software for a power damn being built in China. He was needed on-site to tweak his software and set parameters to the actual equipment in use. Rick knew about my trip to Europe but he was to be gone for at least four, maybe six, weeks until he had his software program running at optimum efficiency. The job was worth several million dollars to his company, a sole-proprietorship, all of the funds belong to him and him alone.
         Bull had pulled a rabbit out of his hat and Rick was in possession of a United States passport in the name of Terrence Carlson, issued the morning that the adoption had been finalized. That is a neat trick because it takes several weeks to process a passport and a birth certificate has to be submitted with the application. Bull has a large herd of rabbits, I believe that should be a brace of rabbits, not herd. Whatever, he has bunnies, bunnies, everywhere.
         Rick wasn't finished. He can make money by his own efforts but he doesn't know how to invest with any degree of certainty. He asked me if I would serve as executor to Terry's trust fund then he looked at me as he turned solemn and serious.
         "Chris, I am about to travel into a foreign country. China is enjoying good relations with America but there is always danger. I could meet with an accident because I am going onto one of the world's largest construction projects where almost anything can happen. I have already talked to Bull and he has the paper work awaiting your approval, I want to make you the god-father of my new son. If anything were to happen to me I want you to raise him and not let him fall into the clutches of his natural father." I am honored by his request and I told him so.

         When I walked in my front door Cory was excited as he dragged me upstairs to, what was left of, the old attic. I had four bedrooms added up there during the fall of 2005 but I learn something new about my house every time I turn around. This past summer I had been looking at enlarging the family recreation area, I went over the blue prints and found wasted space where the contractor that did that work put in false walls. Cory and Ron had found more false walls. The narrow space that we had used as attic storage since the work of 2005 was only ten feet deep and ran the full width of the forty two foot wide garage.
         Cory wants to be a mechanical engineer, to do that he must understand structural design. He took my blue prints to Ron and showed him something that had bothered him for several months. Cory had one of the rooms that had been added over the garage, he had often wondered why there was so much space between this attic room and the rooms that ran along the bridge to the old guest house. Together the pair sleuthed the answer in just a few minutes.
         I believe that I have stated before that there is a lot of dead space in this house, since I pay taxes based on the total square footage, not the number of rooms, I am wasting money. Cory's and Jimmy's bedrooms set side by side. A five foot wide hallway separates their bedrooms from the attic storage area that sits between their rooms and the bedrooms that run down the bridge to the old cottage with the games room upstairs over that. Four and a half feet could be recovered by narrowing the hallway two feet and utilizing the dead space that was hidden. That would be enough space to add two more bedrooms. The new rooms wouldn't be as deep as the four rooms over the garage but they would be twelve and a half feet by sixteen feet, and have a private bath and large closet for each.
         Next Cory pointed out the redundancy of having a games room over the old cottage. With the wine cellar it was seldom used, in fact the last time it had been used was at Thanksgiving time when we had an open house. Suddenly I remembered that face. I had to beg myself away from Cory and I ran to my office, my computers were on-line as power has been restored to the house, only the cable for the security system was being re-routed at the time. I pulled up the data from the Thanksgiving open house and the picture from Roberta's cell phone then sent my software on a search.
         Cory came in and stared at me as I concentrated on the large array in front of me. Cory sat down and watched with me, "There, that man talking to Arif, who is he?" I asked.
         Cory was going through the guest book where every visitor had left their name and address, no one but a select few know that each guest had his picture taken and his palm print recorded along with the information that they wrote down. Husband and wife were requested to each enter their own name, but I am sure that not all did.
         The software had the man's picture and his entry in the guest book and in moments we had an FBI profile on the man. A known terrorist from an oil block country that had done business with Ibrahim. That man just keeps popping up on my radar, I always felt that his brother was the dangerous one but I am learning that Ibrahim had some serious ambitions, he wanted his brother's throne. I was about ready to go to a certain pig farm and put his pieces back together so that King Khaldun could put him on trial.
         The FBI profile listed our visitor only as Ala al-Din-original form of the name Aladdin-he is wanted in nine countries and is considered to be almost magical in the way he appears and disappears. I was on the phone to Raven while Cory crunched everything into a compressed RAR file to send over to the man. I shot a picture of Aladdin on the phone and I watched Raven's face go ashen, the man was in the castle during the coronation. He would have his men on the trail at once. Cory and I sat and looked at one another. Now I want to know what he talked to Arif about.
         Cory and I sat and stared at each other, could Raven's boys have been the man's targets, not Cullen? I had to talk to Raven face to face, as quickly as possible.

         I hugged my love and apologized for running out on him, he told me that I did so with good reason. He had something to say to me and I wanted to know what he was thinking. He is correct, we do not use the games room very often, there are more games and things to do in the wine cellar and he proposed four more bedrooms in its place.
         The old cottage sits at an angle to the back corner of the property, in chapter 138 I detailed the escape tower that sits to the southeast corner of the property. On top of that tower sits a lone bedroom suite, six feet above the other rooms along the eastside of the house, and above the upper level of the cottage. That room had once been home to Tim and Jerry but they have moved to βφτ house where they can study with the other college boys and also walk to the campus. Harry and Toby have taken over that room. I have shared with them a secret passage unknown to any other in the house, behind a panel in the entry closet is a steel ladder that can be lowered on rollers through a trap door in the floor allowing escape down that tower.
         The only access to that bedroom is through the games room but Cory's idea to add four bedrooms overlapping the cottage and south end of bedroom row, as the boys like to call it, would require a hallway for Harry and Toby to get home at night. Cory giggled at me and told me that we could put a door at the end of the hallway to give Harry and Toby even more privacy. I saw nothing in that statement to laugh about, it was a great suggestion.
         Cory had another idea that I partially like, a large room could be built over the new dinning room and a private deck could be added to the west end leading out from my bedroom and overlooking the pool. He thought that a slide into the pool would be neat, I vetoed that idea due to the inherent danger of such a toy. I don't want to add anything over the dinning room which would block the sun from the windows of the airy living room, the high pitched roof of that room has six foot tall windows facing the south that bring in sunlight to a naturally dark area. At one time I had a deck outside of my bedroom but I lost that with the new kitchen-dinning area. Cory and I would have a private deck to sit on at night without having to climb up to my observation tower on the roof.

         I had to ask Ron for another job for a special member of the family. I told him about our young chef's desire for an herb garden. There is only one small window over the kitchen sink and four narrow windows in the living area where Luke and Ģer can sit and look out over the city below. All of the windows on the outside of my house are either eight inches wide or more than eight feet above the ground, this is a further security measure.
         The four windows in the bungalows span six feet with a solid concrete wall between each opening, we hope that will make it more difficult for someone to break in. Ģer's room is rife with his antiques, and Luke has a large selection of his collectable toys, the ones that he didn't sell. The boys have a six foot wide deck that they can sit on through most of the year but I wondered about putting a small green house out there. Ron had the perfect solution and he told me to let him handle it, I trust the man so I left it in his hands.
         Ron told us that his crew could have the six new bedrooms ready in four weeks. He would start with the old games room since it was the easiest then he would do the two between the garage and bedroom row last. I will loose my attic storage but there is still plenty of room in the vacant segments of the basement around the recreation room. He also told me that the theater should be finished in another week and that the permanent lighting was almost finished in the tunnel to the school. That part makes me feel better for security reasons.

         I had a date with a boy in lock up. I really couldn't see allowing him to stay in the juvenile hall while I was cavorting about Europe so I had him placed in a temporary shelter where he would be made to toe the mark. He had done well and had not caused any trouble so Sunday morning I sat in front of him and asked him to tell me his story.
         Fourteen year old Hugh Murphy looked a lot better than the last time I had seen him. You may recall that this boy is in love with a thirteen year old boy that was on house arrest, the boyfriend, Chet Hunter, had cut his ankle bracelet off and the two were hanging out at the mall when the police found them--that is the same time that Ted Gay was brought to me as my personal body guard.
         Mrs. Murphy had argued with her son about his being gay. Hugh had run away and his friends told her that he had gone to Mexico. Distraught over the loss of the boy she believed his friends and drove to the border town where she hung flyers around with her son's picture on them then returned home. On her trip back home her car left the roadway and hit a tree, killing her instantly. All of the time her son was safe and being a brat. [a true story]
         "You think that I killed mom, don't you?"
         "What do you think, Hugh?"
         "I guess I caused it."
         "What can be done about it?"
         "Nuttin' she's dead ain't she?" He was putting on a hard face but I know that he cries himself to sleep and it has been more than three weeks.
         "There is something you can do, if you want to." I had his attention. "The Bible says that we should honor our mother and father; that is the fifth commandment, the first commandment of promise. The only way that you can honor her now is to be the very best boy that you can be."
         "I wish I wasn't...like you know...gay, then she wouldn't be dead. I wish I was a model son that she could have been proud of."
         "Hugh, do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly." He canted his head to the right and stared at me. "What I am saying is, you can not change who, or what you are. You may not be gay, you are too young to put that kind of a title on yourself. What you can do is to know that you are the only fourteen year old Hugh Murphy sitting in this room and you can be the perfect Hugh Murphy if you don't try to hide from yourself.
         "Love yourself, Hugh. Work to become a good man, get good grades, strive to excel, and one day, very soon, you will be someone that can hold his head up high as other's look up to you. That will do honor to your mother and the way that she raised you."
         "Do you believe that?"
         "I do, and I will help you." The tears bubbled along the bottoms of his eyes as he looked at me for a long moment of time, then he rushed around the table and threw himself into my arms. Hugh is going to be a good boy and I can't wait for the family to meet him.

         I have not shared with him that Chet can be released to me. His grandmother can not deal with him, he steals, smokes, and lies, he is only thirteen. I can kick those habits out of him easily enough, I have enough help from two hundred boys that will make him change his ways.

         Electrical power was restored to the house and Cory told me that the only way to really make Hugh feel at home was to take him to our home, he wiggled his eyebrows as he looked at the youngster. Cleaned up and in decent clothes the boy was more like a whole candy shop on two legs. I mentioned that he is fourteen but there is so much more to tell. Some boys acquire a body that would be worthy of a sculptors attention, some boys are born with such a body. Hugh was the first in line when it came to perfection of the male form, and believe me, I know what a perfect boy should look like.
         All of my aware life I have heard the phrase, "The closer to the bone the sweeter the meat," or how about, "built for speed," Hugh is all of that. Cory sat and stared until I opened the drawer of my night stand and withdrew my trusty tape measure, the one that only goes up to twenty four inches. That tape wrapped around the boy's waist with six inches to spare. We had to get a hold of two straight edges for the next measurement, Hugh stood perpendicular to the wall as Cory slid one straight edge tight against the boy's back and I held the other against his tummy. A faint pencil mark on the wall by each of us then the we measured the distance. Sure enough, the boy is only four inches thick, his six and a half inch, cut cock is half again as long as his body thickness, it looked gigantic on his frame.
         We had to go for broke and found him to be five feet four inches tall, auburn hair with lighter colored pubes that were almost red. His feet are the telling sign of his future growth at a size ten but the one major sign of what he could turn out to be was in his four inch long middle finger that made his hand look tiny, as if they didn't belong together.
         As I had expected, Chet and Hugh had not progressed beyond the suck me suck you stage. Hugh wanted to hold Chet sometimes but Chet was not ready for that much involvement. Hugh has not had much love in his life and he was hungry for whatever he could get. I had yet to learn about a Mr. Murphy, I wonder if Hugh ever had love from his father. No matter what the story was the boy was needy and clung to me as tightly as he could. I decided to take it to the next level as I began my eye talk with Cory, filling in with a little Tsalagi when I needed to make a specific suggestion.
         "Daddy, I'm horny as can be, we have been so busy since we got back home that you haven't done me up. Let Hugh go play games in the wine cellar while we get it on." Hugh was looking from Cory to me and back again as he waited to see what I would say.
         "Let's be polite to our guest, love, he has been in lock up for a long time, maybe he has needs too. He told me that he likes to suck cock and from the look of his randy dandy meat pole he needs a little attention."
         "Daddy! I need to get fucked, my ass is hungry for your cock." Hugh's eyes were fully rounded out.
         "You know what we're talking about, boy, do you want to go play so we can be alone?" His hang dog look nearly broke my heart, some boys are just so good at that technique. "I guess he could stay and watch if you don't mind, lover man." The emotions running through the little guy's body must have been maddening for him.
         I convinced Cory to fuck me while I sucked Hugh. Cory told me that he thought that Hugh would like to suck me and asked him if he wanted to watch me get fucked from a special angle down under. We took Hugh with us to the shower and let him watch us wash each other's ass out. Cory pointed the hose at Hugh and he backed up to it as he got his first good wash out.
         I couldn't wait and took Hugh down on top of me so that I could eat that tight, virgin butt, damn that boy is sweet dinning. Cory spread my legs and ate my ass as Hugh tried to get away from me so that he could see, I rolled my body back and let Cory push my legs up so that Hugh had a clear view. Cory grabbed my cock and pointed it at Hugh, the boy had never dreamed of having such a cocksickle in his mouth but he did justice to his desire.
         Cory scooted up and put his cock against my sphincter, Hugh paused in his work and watched intently but once Cory was at work Hugh went back to his job. I had to mentally work myself up so that I could get a good test on what Hugh was all about and I released a load very quickly. Hugh never faltered as he greedily took every morsel that he could catch directly down his gullet.
         I had my finger assault fully engaged and was rewarded with thick boi cum very quickly then I returned to his pulsating pucker, he was ready to fuck but I was going to let him take the lead.

         On my way home, with young Hugh strapped into the seat next to me, I had made a decision that may come back to haunt me. I left Hugh and Cory in bed together as I put on a nice suit and made myself look professional. It was Sunday morning and I found all but one family home, after I had interviewed each of the other parents I returned to find the last family home.
         In each case I sat down, alone, with the parents of each of the forty boys that attend BAW but are not part of the family and don't live in the dormitory. I was surprised at how little work it actually took for me obtain the written permission, birth certificates, and shot records that I needed to have all of the boys join me in Europe for a two week tour.
         I had talked to Bull the evening before, he told me that he had the machine in place to have passports in the hands of each boy by the following weekend. That seemed incredulous to me but I have seen Bull work wonders, more than once. I asked him about his youngster, Billy, he hesitated then told me that it would be a dream trip for the boy and agreed that he could go as well. Billy is eighteen and working as a burger flipper, Bull and I hope that being around the family the boy may find a spark to do something besides spread his legs every night. I don't want to speak ill of my friend's lover but the boy has become a dreg and he needs to shape up or walk, that's the way I see it. Bull is a nice guy and there are many boys in the world that would love to love the man.

         I called Cory as I sat in my Caddy trying to decide my next move. Cory expressed his desire to hold me and kiss me as I related my morning. He was a bit apprehensive about my next idea, we actually know little to nothing about the twelve boys that take classes with the family via the virtual courses attended in their own homes. The family has the ability to continue their studies through their own computers but the time zone difference presents a problem there. These twelve boys were being deprived of the participation of their entire class but I don't know how they would handle the gay thing.
         The deciding factor against inviting them were the girls enrolled in virtual studies. I will not entertain the idea of dragging innocent girls off amongst more than two hundred horny boys that would be naked at every turn. Sure the boys are gay, but sex is sex and many would like the chance to try the other side as a means of comparison.