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Date: Tue, 13 Aug 2024 04:27:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: tague michaels <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bizarre Circumstances 13

NOTE: Houghton Place is modeled after Houghton Hall in England. The idea
for Clint's cars was inspired by the "Barn finds" we read about rather
frequently, the most recent being a collection of over 100 cars.

Hugs,
Tag_m
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I Chuckled at Tony's remark. "Yeah Tony I do. It's another addition to the
list of bizarre circumstances that have directed my life. I could say
plagued my life but that suggests a negative and there has definitely not
been a negative aspect to any of it. "

We went back inside and toured the entire building. As I had stated, the
ground floor was 2 stories tall. The entire upper portion was supported by
Corinthian style columns that flared outward on all 4 sides toward the top
which created horseshoe arches between columns as well as between the
columns and both inner and outer walls. A series of large windows were
nestled between the arches along the entire outer wall on what would have
been the 2nd floor. Said arches were about 15 feet wide so needless to say,
they let in a great deal of light.

The interior of each side was around approximately 30 feet wide so offered
plenty of room to park the cars on a diagonal and leave more than enough
room for maneuvering vehicles. On our tour we ended up back in the tack
room and the buggies and cart room. Some of the tack was beyond repair
while the rest were in need of some repair but definitely needed cleaning
up.

"The guy I told you about that can restore the buggies works with a guy
that does tack," Jack said, "and since you have rooms that are dedicated to
that task it makes life a little easier." Indeed we had passed through a
large open room that contained all kinds of tools as well as its own forge.

We ended up in the kitchen and dining area which Tony opined could be
rebuilt into a small caf� and gift shop.  "Any decent tourist attraction
sells souvenirs and other cheap shit at high prices. It would also draw
people who might not otherwise consider touring the stables.

We sat at one of the dining tables and hashed out a plan. One side and end
of the building would be cleaned up or remodeled for tourists and the other
for cars. The second floor could be used for storage as well as estate
workers who might choose to live on the estate. And if we had people living
on the top floor we would need a separate kitchen. As it would turn out,
the space for storage would become essential.

For the car section we agreed that it would be a shame to completely gut it
so we came up with a plan that would remove about half of the walls
separating the stalls to create groupings of 4 stalls that could each hold
3 vehicles. It would be functional as well as esthetically pleasing. All
removed pieces would be identified and numbered in order to put them back
should it become necessary. Sort of what WRH did when tearing down European
castles to be shipped to the US to be rebuilt at San Simeon.

As for the car section we would need to put in doors that prevented anyone
except for a very few from accessing the cars. We'd also need to install a
security system that would tie into the one we were building for both
estates.

"Among other necessities would be hiring an expert on antiques in order to
identify all of the antiques in Sarah's house and hopefully their history
in order to relay such information to the tourist be it through placards or
a human guide. In keeping with that we're going to have to create a staff
of at least 2 dozen people, possibly more. And that doesn't count
groundskeepers and a night time cleaning crew."

I asked my friends what they thought would be an estimate to get the entire
estate up and running for tourists. The general consensus was � mil at a
minimum. I asked Tony to generate a rough plan for the entire project. I
couldn't start anything until Jack and I went to Kansas.

We headed back to Peregrine hall, noting as we left that the Sarah's front
doors had been repaired. "Piece of cake Jess," Sam told me as he was
packing his truck up. After Tony left my house I told Jack that we needed
to get to Kansas and was going to try to get us a flight and possible
overnight accommodations. He agreed completely.

I called the sheriff's office to give them a heads up of my itinerary. I
asked TC if he wanted to go with us to Kansas City. He thought for a moment
then said no. "I'm going to be okay Jess. This afternoon's fuck really
helped to get my head straight. I suggested that he stay with Jack's family
while he was gone so he wouldn't be alone and he said he'd think on it. I
got on the phone and booked Jack and I on a flight for the following
morning then called Clint and gave him the information. That done I took TC
to the funeral home to pick out an urn for his mother and a piece of ashes
jewelry for him to wear. He chose a small sterling silver tube to be worn
as a necklace.

"I didn't tell you Jess but when I spent the night at Dillon's he fucked me
then I fucked him. He said he might like to spend the night with us
sometime so he could play with you. He's got an enormous cock Jess, bigger
than yours even."

"I'm glad it worked out for you TC and of course Dillon is always welcome
to stay with us." I ended up having TC fuck me that night. I won't do a
play by play because it was pretty basic kiss suck fuck. Regardless, it was
still fun and we both unloaded our balls for the second time in 4 hours.

We landed in Kansas City International at 9:30 central. We piled into our
rented Escalade and headed out. It was a good thing that Clint gave us
explicit directions because GPS wasn't worth a shit in the middle of
nowhere. The dirt road to his property was at least a mile long and I was
grateful for the Escalade's suspension. His house sat at the edge of a
copse of large trees, the largest copse of trees I'd seen once we left the
city. It wasn't until we approached the 2 story farm house that we saw the
pair of Quonset huts nestled among the trees and covered with camouflage
netting. Sitting in a rocker on the deep wraparound porch I assumed was
Clint. We could see 3 mounds lying around him and when Clint stood so did
they. They shot off the porch and came at us full bore and they were
massive. Baring their teeth in snarls and salivating they surrounded the
car. No way were Jack and I going to get out.

Clint put his fingers to his lips and blew a sharp whistle and the dogs sat
right where they were and didn't make a peep. He then signaled to us to get
out and we did but reluctantly. The dogs didn't move a muscle although they
were vibrating with anticipation. Of what I didn't know but it boiled down
to friend or enemy.

"They need to greet you," Clint said, "Offer the back of your hand. Enzo
break." The dog closest to me came trotting over, sniffed my hand then my
ass then my crotch. Clint pointed to Jack and said "greet," and the monster
went around to meet Jack. "Dino break." A second dog repeated what the
first did then went to Jack. "Romeo break." The third dog made its rounds.

"Very clever Clint," Jack said as he reach to shake the old man's hand,
"Jack Jackson."

"I know who you are son, our families share some history. Pleasure to meet
you." Clint appeared to be in his mid to late 70's and seemed to me to be a
bit frail but then he did hint that his health wasn't so good. My boys are
Cane Corso's, they're 4 year old siblings and the best goddamned guard dogs
I've ever had." To me he said, "they're named after the Ferrari brothers
and Nicola Romeo who founded Alfa Romeo.

"Follow me." And off we went. The entryway into hut required 2 different
keys. We stepped though then Clint threw a pair of deadbolts to seal it so
we were in an enclosed room. A second steel door required a passcode into
an electronic keypad. Clint explained that the entry room was sealed to
prevent outside contaminants into the larger area. After a short wait the
door opened in we walked to a jaw dropping sight, almost an automobile
history lesson.

There was a row down each side and one down the center. I can only begin to
describe it. One thing I noticed was the collection was sort of in
sets. For instance there were a 1955, 56, and 57 T-Birds. The same with
Corvette 1954 thru 60 then a 63 split window, 2 1967 427 Vettes, one was an
L88s the other an L88 convertible. Chevies: 55,56,57 as well as a 55 Nomad
and a 55 pickup. I was shocked when I saw a 1967 Ford GT40 Mark III.

Dodge Chrysler made a good showing. The first Muscle car- 1955 Chrysler
300A, '66 & `68 chargers, '70 Challenger, '62 dart Hemi, '66 Cornet Hemi, a
Super B & Daytona, a Hemi Cuda convertible and then, something I'd never
even heard of but Jack did.

"How the hell did you come by that Clint. There were only 4 built." The old
guy chuckled. "That" was a 69 Barracuda Hurst hemi under glass. The motor
was behind the driver and under that huge back window that the car was
known for. Buicks, Pontiac and Olds were well represent as well. GTO's,
442's, Gran Sport. There was more. A lot more.

Among the old cars was a 1941 Lincoln. "Wow, a Sonny Corleone car," I said
and Clint responded with, yes it actually was, that one came from the set
of the Godfather, one of 5 that they had used. He also had a Tucker, one of
the first cars that Clint's dad had stashed. I saw a 1948 Buick Roadmaster
and a `56 Olds 88 rag top, and a coupe. All as shiny as can be.

We went through a connecting door into the second Quonset hut where we saw
mostly foreign cars. Alfa's, Ferrari's, the 1st Lamborghini, the Miura,
Maserati's and a 1938 Talbot-Lago T150 CSS of all things. and the list goes
on. As to be expected all of the vehicles were dusty but many were covered
in the type of plastic sheeting you see from a dry cleaner. But from what I
saw, not a one was damaged. There could have been some cancer in some of
them but none was readily apparent.

"Here's something you don't see every day," Clint said. Along the back wall
of the building were heavy duty steel shelving, 5 shelves high stacked with
boxes. On the floor and first shelves were crates. What he had were auto
parts and like everything else, there were a lot of them. The crates were
motors: 327's, 289's, 383's, 427's, Hemi's and 440's. There were
carburetors, intake's and exhaust manifolds, generators, alternators,
radiators, sets of rear end gears, the whole shebang.

It turned out that there wasn't 130 cars, there were 168 of them. Clint had
tried to fire them up on a rotating basis, often changing batteries over
the years. Theoretically most of them would still start when a new battery
was installed. There was the very real possibility however that some of the
fluids had become sludge.

"The big problem is how to transport them," I opined. Clint offered that
enclosed rail cars would be the best because of privacy and protection. He
stated that the railroad had a grain loading spur not 4 miles from where we
were and 3 or 4 car transport semi's could get them from here to there. The
same would apply on the other end.

"So the big question Clint, is how much do you want for them," I asked. He
pondered that for a moment.

My first inclination was to just give you the whole works but I suspect
that wouldn't set well with you." He was right about that part. Clint went
on. "I have no immediate family, no grandkids, nothing but a handful of
shirttail relatives that I haven't seen or spoken to in over a decade. I'm
dying Jess. I'm 78 years old and have stage 3 liver cancer. Inoperable. I
need to be in a care facility but can't leave these ladies by themselves."

"So, how about 25 bucks a car and I'll toss in all the parts. Much more
than that and Uncle Sam is going to step in and take a bunch of it. Of
course you'll need to take the dogs. Rehoming them would be cruel. They
know the cars so that would help alleviate the anxiety of moving."  So, 4
grand for at least 1 million dollars' worth of vintage tin was a no brainer
despite the fact that it would cost me around 50 grand just to transport
it.

"All right Clint, I can handle that but on one condition. I want to put you
into the best respite care facility in the state at my expense. You can
wait until we get the cars moved and I'll pay for a full time nurse to stay
here with you or you can go as soon as we finalize things and I'll hire
someone to stay here until we get them moved.

"I knew you were a stand-up man," Clint said after a pause then a wipe of a
few tears, "I accept." He went on to say that his attorney had already
written up a bill of sale that listed all the cars and their vin
numbers. All it needed was to fill in a few blanks. We wouldn't bother
signing the titles, the legal documents would take that into consideration.

At that moment my phone rang so I stepped away to answer it then hung up
after a single minute. Back to Jack and Clint I said, "Sarah died an hour
ago Jack." Jack turned and walked away while I explained to Clint who she
was and why she was important.

"I said I'd pay for you to be in a care facility Clint but there is another
option. I own two large estates on 1000 acres of property. I would be more
than happy to have you live with me or in the second estate. I would still
provide 24 hour medical care but you'd be living in the lap of luxury. You
would want for nothing and you'd be around people you know and that share
your love of cars. If you lived with us you'd be able to watch the car
collection come back to life." He was quiet for a moment.

"I don't know what to say Jess. Nobody has ever suggested doing something
like that for me let alone doing it. I've been alone for so many year I'm
not sure how to act around people yet I yearn to be with people."

"Well Clint we can offer both worlds. My home has a dozen bedrooms, indoor
and outdoor swimming pools, a hell of a live in cook plus a 14 year old boy
that I am now responsible for. Jack and his family live on the
premises'. The woman who just died was dear friends of my grandmother for
decades. When my grandmother passed she left it all to me and the woman who
just died left me her house and property. Her house is bigger than mine,
but it only has one swimming pool, ( I was shooting for some levity) and
there's no one there. You could live in my house and when you got tired of
people go stay in the other house for a while. And honestly Clint, I bet
the dogs would acclimate much better if you lived with us."

"Let me think on it a bit Jess, okay?" Absolutely okay. Jack rejoined us
and I told him of my offer to Clint. Jack thought it would be great just to
have him around but a big plus would be that Clint could give us history on
many if not all of his cars.

Because of Sarah's death I decided to head home that day so called and got
our flight changed. I'd seen enough to make the decision to take. I told
Clint to keep the 10 grand which upped the price to roughly 55 bucks a
car. He balked at it but I insisted and he relented.

"It'll take a week to settle things at home Clint in the meantime I'll
start on the shipping plans. I wonder if you could identify which cars will
start and can be driven right now, which ones only need batteries to be
driven." He said he could do that.

"What do you think Jack," I asked before we made it out of Clint's
driveway.

"Well Jess, the GT40 is probably worth between 5 &15 million so I guess I'd
say it's the deal of a life time, probably close to 100 million all total."
No shit Little Beaver. I called Tony, told him what he had. He had a plan
and we'd go over it the next day.

"You know Jess," Jack said, "I think that using the same method for
transport as we did Sarah's cars is the best bet. It's door to door with
less moving parts. The drawback is that winter is coming and I'd hate to
risk having the cars on the road." I agreed. We'd have to get on it
immediately. We got home about 6 in time to sit down to baked pork chops
with mushrooms and onions, roasted Yukon gold's and a tossed green
salad. TC asked,

"Can Dillon spend the night Jess?" I gave my consent. Maybe I'd get at
least a glimpse of his so called, monstrous cock. I was barely finished
with dinner when Stanley called and asked if he could stop by to go over
Sarah's will. I thought that a little strange for a Wednesday evening but
said okay.

Stanley showed up around 7. I offered him a whiskey, which he graciously
accepted and poured him two fingers of Macallen Rare Cask single malt then
we got down to business. "For openers, Ed has been charged with
manslaughter. His bail was already at a million so he's not going to bail
out. Next, There is a great deal in Sarah's will that I doubt you are aware
of. First of all, there is a 4 bedroom apartment in the Dakota that has
been in the family for years. The last time Sarah was in it was right after
the first time she met you so what, 6 or 7 years. All of the furniture is
covered but it still needs a thorough cleaning. The maintenance and taxes
are paid for by a trust dedicated to that purpose. She also owns a small
flat in Belgravia district in London, small flat being 3000 square foot 3
bedroom 2� bath apartment. Sarah hadn't been there in over a decade. It
too is managed by a trust located in London." For those who don't know,
Belgravia is considered one of the most expensive neighborhood in
England. "Both apartments are cleaned every 6 months by a professional
cleaning crew under the watch of a security guard"

About that time TC came into the room with Jack's boys in tow. "We're going
into the pool Jess." I said that was fine then introduced him the Stanley
as the boy I was going to foster. They did their nice to meet you thing and
the boys left.

"That reminds me, can you start to the process of getting his birth
certificate and then a passport?"  Stanley went on to tell me that with my
permission he'd place TC's inheritance in an interest earning trust but
leave a few thousand in a high interest bank account for him to draw on."

"On to you Jess. Sarah's house and land were appraised for Taxes last year
at around 65 million dollars. The Dakota apartment taxed at 19 million and
the Mayfair flat around 30 million pounds. The insurance on the contents of
all 3 residences is based on an appraised value of around 30 million
dollars. She has a stock portfolio valued at 310 million and bank accounts
totaling 145 million dollars which is spread out over dozens of banks in
the US, Switzerland, and the Grand Caymen's. She has safe deposit boxes in
all 4 countries as well. My understanding is that she has come very
valuable jewelry and other valuables stashed there. I took the liberty some
years ago to get your name on everything. So, all in all. between Sarah and
your grandmother your net worth on paper is closing in on a billion
dollars, maybe more.

I can't say I was too shocked by most of it although the apartments took me
by surprise as did the cash on hand. I was a little surprised at the
valuation of things but again, it wasn't far off from my own
guestimations. I told Stanley that I'd just picked up another 160+ car
whose value was anywhere from 60 to 100 million dollars. It was his turn to
be shocked.

"I don't expect probate to take long at all Jess. All the paperwork is in
order and Sarah had no debt. I will notify the apartments management that
you are the new owner then you can decide if you want to keep them or sell
them." On that note I escorted him to the door then headed downstairs. I
was thinking that a swim would help relax me and wasn't even thinking about
the boys. So it was a wee bit of a surprise when I walked in and saw them
in a triangle with Dillon's cock down TC's throat, while Dillon's mouth was
wrapped around his little brother's cock and Aaron had swallowed TC.

"Finally a partner," Aaron blurted out when he saw me. The boys separated
and I got my first look at the 8th wonder of the world. Still laying prone,
Dillon's cock reached well past his belly button and was as thick as my
wrist. His huge balls hung half way to the floor and didn't any of the
medium blonde hair that nestled at the base of his monster.

Arron came straight to me and went into my arms for a tongue in mouth
kiss. As soon as he backed off I stripped naked.

"Nice one Jess although I have to say my little brother has already
described it in detail including the taste."

"You're such an asshole Dilly," Aaron said with a smile. Dillon reminded
the boy that payback was a bitch.

"And you know all about being a bitch," Aaron retorted causing his brother
to laugh. Aaron didn't waste a second but dropped to his knees, pulled my
rising cock down and put his mouth over it. The boy was getting to be a
pretty good cocksucker. He could take most of me into his mouth although he
couldn't sustain the position very long without choking.

"I have to say that it looks pretty hot seeing my little brother's lips
wrapped around a cock. It's where they're meant to be. Aarond felt on my
balls while he suckled, another skill he'd honed. Of course he got plenty
of opportunity to practice.

TC and Dillon melted together for some deep throated kissing while stroking
each other's cocks. It was a given that I'd fuck Aaron so I wondered which
teen was going to top. Watching Dillon's big cock going into TC's was going
to be a thrill.

Aaron finally backed off, stood and planted his face against mine again. I
held him and rubbed his back and clutched his delicious little butt, all
the while our rock hard cocks were grinding against each other. We finally
broke apart to find the teens watching us and gently stroking their cocks.

"Hey bro, you up for a trade," Dillon asked. I was a tad surprised at that
but didn't show it.

"I don't mind sharing Dillon but it's my ass his cock is going into."

"Fair enough," his sibling replied then stepped up to me.

"Hey, wait. Nobody asked me about this," I said with faux indignity. Dillon
reached out and took my hand then place it on his 9 inch cock.

"Do you really want to refuse this?"

"Well, frankly, no," I said and gripped his thick flesh. I had never been
with a boy that had such a magnificent cock.

"I didn't think so." Dillon the wrapped his arms around me and our lips
met. The boy was a good kisser. I took in his sweet breath as his tongue
probed my mouth until I opened it and let him inside. I stroked him while
we kissed, reveling in his size, his thickness and his firmness. I
seriously considered just turning around and inviting him into my temple of
Priapus.

"I've wanted to do this since I met you Jess but I wasn't sure if you'd
want to be with me because I'm older."

"Age is only number besides I felt the same way but wasn't sure you were
open to boy play."

"I haven't been very much but I'm finding that I like it. Of course my dad
had a big part in that but I know you already know all that and the other
thing."

"Enough talk boy," I said and bent over and started sucking his cock. Jesus
what a fucking mouthful that kid was. His crotch had a very appealing
fragrance to it, a little more mature than TC or Aaron but not sweet like
Bracken was. It was a fragrance that I dearly loved and was as stimulating
as cock sucking, kissing, and other heat risers for me. If I could bottle
it I'd be a hell of a lot richer than I already was.

Dillion's smell brought back a rush of memories from when I was 19 years
old. I had a high belt in Kung Fu which I'd been studying since I was
10. In my second year of college, I'd been assisting at a local Y and was
leading a group of beginners in basic stretches. One particularly adorable
15 year old named Trey seemed to have difficulty grasping some things so I
offered to stay after class to help him out. Later in the locker room when
we undressed I could see that he was getting hard. He apologized, said he
couldn't help it, admitted that he was attracted to me. All the while he
was staring at my cock.

"What do you want to do about it," I asked him.

"Honestly I would love suck your cock then have you fuck me." We traded
blow jobs and that's when I first caught his scent. It was so
exhilarating. I suggested that we take a shower then go to my house, which
is what we did. He wasn't my first fuck but pretty close to it. We ended up
having an affair for a few months before his father got transferred to
Cherry Point. He cried during our last encounter and so did it. Wonderful
boy was Trey.

Dillon was a mouthful for sure but I persevered and took in as much as I
could all the while fondling his heavy balls which almost overflowed in my
hand. I finally stood and we traded places. I made an assumption that he
got his dick from his daddy and I further assumed Dillon had gotten
practice on his father although I didn't know for sure. Regardless, the boy
took me almost to my root, no easy feat.

He finally stood and kissed me again, hard. "I know my brother has a claim
on you and I don't want to alter that but somewhere along the line I'd like
to go a full round with you Jess. Either a top or a bottom."

"Well, I think that's an amazing idea but as to a position, why not do
both."

"Even better." We kissed some more and broke it off when Aaron literally
worked his body between us and gently forced us apart. Aaron put his mouth
against mine and as he did that, his brother nuzzled and kissed on the
boy's exposed neck causing Aaron to giggle and squirm.

"Any chance I can get in here somewhere," TC asked. Hie method was to drop
to his knees and begin sucking a cock and in that process manage to give a
little suck to all 3 of us. We finally broke apart and I suggested we take
it upstairs to my room, got a solid agreement and off we went. First to the
shower then upstairs.

We fell into the prescribed coupling and got back to the making out
stage. I did enjoy holding and cuddling Aaron because he was so compact and
cuddly. I got to rub his back and play with his delicious little ass. God
what a butt that boy had. So perfect, so tender and pure. Well, almost
pure. It prompted me to roll the young hottie onto his stomach, peel those
perfect globes open and dive in for dessert.

Aaron didn't yet have a single hair around his secret spot. The brown tone
of his flesh was light, which I liked. I worshipped him in the time honored
tradition, working his hole with my tongue, trying to force it past the
tight muscle.

"I love when you eat me Jess. I want to try and cum just from this someday
but not today." He wiggled his ass then gently forced himself to his knees
in order to open himself up even more as well as give me better access to
the beautiful fruit hanging between his pale thighs.  I did it all from
balls to butthole and back again, and again, and again.

"God Jess, just fuck me right here right now like this."

"Horny little fucker," Dillon quipped from beside us.  He was in the
process of getting his asshole rimmed as well although he was on his back
with his knees almost alongside his head. I managed to put the lube on the
bed before we started so it was handy. I slathered us both up, moved in
behind the 13 year old and gently inserted my cock causing Aaron to grunt
softly. I stayed in place, rubbed his back and the parts of his butt that I
could actually touch.

I started to fuck him using a short throw as in using only a few inches of
cock. It was an easy way to warm the boy up and as I suspected, he told
when to pound his ass like there was no tomorrow. So I did. Next to us TC
lubed up and slipped into Dillon in the same manner. I would learn soon
enough that the boy didn't need much prep work. TC had Dillon's legs rest
against the front of his shoulders then went to town.

It was sort of like synchronized fucking, not that we were trying for such
an event, but fuck in tandem we did. The we didn't and I suspected that TC
was doing the orchestration because after a moment he changed his routine
and he was going in when I was coming out. I glanced at him and TC grinned
then winked. Yeah, it was all on purpose.

"Fuck my butt hard Jess, I need to squirt out my sperm." Dillon surprised
all of us by reaching over and taking hold of his little brother' boner and
just held it because my fucking the boy caused his cock to move in Dillon's
closed fist sort of like a self-jacking thing. It didn't take but a minute
before his asshole clamped down on my cock, he cried out and his sperm shot
out. I continued to fuck him for a bit longer but didn't blow my own nut.

Next to us TC was fucking Dillon for all he was worth, his balls smacking
loudly against Dillon's ass. As I was pulling out of Aaron, TC was loading
Dillon up with his sperm. That lasted a minute or so and toward the end
Dillon asked if had cummed to which I replied that I hadn't.

"No time like the present Jess, get that hog in my ass and take us both
home." I slipped into the hunky 16 year old, put my arms under his legs,
leaned forward and began to fuck him hard right out the gate. I gave it my
all, watched Dillon's face as I did a pile driver number on his ass.

"God yes Jess," he muttered then chuckled at his unintended
rhyme. Naturally I felt it. I worked Dillon's asshole for maybe 5 minutes
before he said he could cum anytime so went through some minor gymnastics
by ching out my position of entry, moving own ass around in circles and
things of that nature.

"Here it goes Jess, here it goes." Like every time I boy hit his peak his
asshole clamped down on the cock that helped make it happen. This time was
no different. One the second pulse of his muscle I went off and actually
almost growled when I came. It was a terrific cum and I can't what caused
it but who really cares anyway. Maybe it was because between the two boys
I'd fucked for more than 10 minutes. Maybe it was because it was a new
asshole, who knew who cared, not me.

I fucked a sold 5 jets of sperm into him before I began to slow down. I
continued to move a little bit, keeping up the action but no more cum. I
finally slowed to a stop but stayed in place, panting.

"Goddamn that was fuckin fun," Dillon finally said after a huge exhalation
of air. "I definitely want a round two."

"I'm good with that but not tonight," I said then let out a big yawn." I
pulled out of him and we all headed to the shower to do a cursory cleaning
then tromped downstairs naked to raid the kitchen. Mrs. English left out a
large platter of peanut butter cookies with chunks of Macadamia nuts in
them. She did her cookies just the way I liked them; soft, not hard and
crumbly. We polished off a dozen of them with chilled glasses of milk.

"I sure love the way you do things Jess," Aaron said as he held up a
chilled glass. So did I. We trundled back upstairs and for the first time
in months I slept alone. The boys were balls of energy and I'd had a very
busy and very stressful week. I told Dillon I'd take a raincheck on a
return bout. I was more than happy to have the boy plant his cock in my
ass, just not then. Snuggled in bed I thought about Sarah and how much I
was going to miss her and felt tears well up in my eyes. I had known her
long than my grandmother and she had become the only elder statesman in my
life. I was full of gratitude and love for Sarah and would miss her
terribly.

The next few days I was busier than a birddog in October. Jackie had been
cremated and her ashes brought home. TC told me that she had always wanted
to visit Costa Rica of all places. He had no clue as to why. He decided to
keep a small amount of ashes and wanted to spread the rest over the Pacific
Ocean off the Costa Rican coast. It wasn't an unreasonable ask so I had
another task to plan albeit a fairly easy one.

I got in contact with an auto transport company that had been around for
over 60 years. We decided that this time we would have a truck leave as
soon as it was loaded unless it finished loading after 7pm. It was roughly
a 1200 mile drive so I hadn't decided yet whether to require to stop for
sleep or not. I'd figure that out when we got to it. After talking with
Jack we decided we'd load first were the cars that could get on and off the
trucks under their own power. The faster we loaded the faster they left and
better chances of having smooth sailing all the way home. At the same time
we'd be loading a semi with the car parts.

Tony's crew got started on Sarah's stables right away and got electricians
in to add or replace wiring as needed get it wired for new lights. The
security people would be out to put together a plan and cost estimate for
their portion of the job and at the same time planning for a complete
remodel of the kitchen area. Moving cars between the two estates was going
to be a pain in the ass so it would be better to move and store a dozen
cars at a time. We decided to build a back road between the two properties
specifically for the cars, otherwise it was going to be a more laborious
and time consuming route.

A couple of days later Clint called and gave me the run down that I'd asked
for. Most of the cars could move under their own power, about 125 of
them. Of those we'd need a couple dozen batteries, some others he'd already
put on battery chargers. There were at least 2 dozen that needed minor
mechanical work including a few with electrical issues. The rest we'd have
to manhandle aboard trailers.

At that time Clint said that he's like to accept my offer of living with
us. As soon as I got off the phone I began making arrangements for private
care at the house. I chose to put Clint and his nurse in the other wing
because it was the only one with 2 connected bedrooms, one with its own
bathroom and it was close to the elevator.

We decided that Jack would take the new truck down to Missouri and I would
take the Arnage and most likely bring Clint back with me. I'd gotten a new
2018 Dodge Ram 3500 HD with a 5th wheel hitch and dualies. The boys would
have the option of traveling with whoever they wanted. I bought a slightly
taller than normal canopy for the truck to house the dogs. Depending on
Clint's health, I planned on making the drive back in 2 days. Jack and crew
might be able to do it in 1, that was up to him. Staying in a motel with 3
giant dogs might not be an option besides with 3 drivers the trip would be
easy.

We planned for the transport to take 4-5 days to put together since we had
no clue what problems would come up and there was no doubt that they would
come up. Nobody could be so lucky as too have a massive move like that be
trouble free. I asked Clint if there were any half way decent motels close
to his home and there were in the small towns scattered about. Family
dining was also available but we'd need to keep our expectations on the low
side.

Sarah had decreed that there be no service. All of her friends were long
dead. There was no real reason for me to stick around. I did arrange for a
very large spray of flowers to be placed inside the family mausoleum and
the door sealed shut. There were no more of her line. All that said and
done, we planned on leaving the following morning.

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