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Date: Wed, 2 Apr 2025 18:44:07 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bizarre Circumstances 27

We flew out in the Citation at 9 the next morning. Lucian apologized for
not having a private area to be able to join the mile high club but assured
Jack and Kelly that the triple 7 would meet that need when we flew to
England. Still, it was a pleasant flight during which I had the stick for
90 minutes. That time was put into my log book.

I had started flying lessons for jets and in keeping with that I bought a
new Global 7500 and again, it was a bizarre circumstance. The plane had
been introduced a year earlier but they weren't like cars where you could
just walk into a dealership and drive away in one. They were basically all
sold before it was released. However, a guy had backed out of his deal,
opting for a larger plane so I was able to buy out his contract, which I
did, for cash. I would take delivery in January.

My instructor was well aware that I spent a great deal of time in Lucian's
jet's so my friend was authorized to allow me to fly with him and log the
hours. Every little bit helped.

We landed a little after noon thanks to the time change. Simon picked us up
at the same place as last time but there were 2 cars. The Land Rover and an
older model Rolls, a 1980's model Silver Shadow that looked just like
Sarah's London Rolls and it was the same color scheme of black and grey
except the colors were reversed with the white on top, black on the
sides. I supposed it was a common color theme for Rolls, that stately look.

On the tarmac all of the introductions were made. The Rolls driver was a
longtime friend of Simon's named Tiko and he would be shepherding Jack and
Kelly around during their stay. "Unless they would prefer to sightsee on
their own in which case they can use Sarah's other car, a little 2 seater
Toyota MR2."

"What," I said, "What other car Simon. What any cars? I didn't know she had
any here. Simon apologized for not mentioning them on our last visit. There
was just so much going on and with Sarah's death and all it just slipped
past him.

"The Rolls was her other car. When she had guests or needed to impress
someone she used the Rolls. Otherwise she drove the MR which she loved." I
told Simon I understood and it was fine.

We decided to have Jack and Kelly come to the house to check it out and
meet Oona before Tiko hauled them off to their hotel. Everybody thought the
house was very cool and loved the vibrant colors and open beams. Naturally
Oona treated them all like family. As they were getting ready to leave I
gave Jack a Black Amex card in his name which shocked the shit out of
him. "I'm paying for everything while you're in Bermuda, after that you're
on your own," I said with a laugh. I also told them that this was their
honeymoon but if they wanted to hang out with us at any time to just call.

"I think at least dinner together one night would be great," Kelly said. I
got hugs and thank you's from both of them before they left. Once they were
gone I had to check out the MR2 and laughed out loud when I saw it. Typical
Sara it was a seafoam green, a colorful car to match the colorful
surroundings of Bermuda. TC allowed as how he'd love one for his first car.

Oona had prepared lunch during which she and Simon talked about wanting to
take me up on the offer of new furniture for their home along with some
other things. They had elected to not live in the big house. Oona said that
it just didn't feel right but thanked me for thinking of them.

After lunch the boys were clamoring to go to the beach and preferably the
nude beach. Simon asked if we thought we could find it and we said yes so
he told us to take the Land Rover. It was doubtful that he'd need a vehicle
and if he did he would take the MR. "I try to drive both cars about 20
miles once a month to keep things in shape.

We managed to find the beach without any problems and when we got to the
nudist part, stripped naked. "This is really cool," Aaron said, "being
naked with a bunch of other naked people and nobody cares." The boys agreed
with me. Standing next to me Lucian said in a soft whisper,

"Some people care a great deal, mostly men although a few women are eyeing
the boys out as well. That hadn't gone unnoticed by me. I had barely gotten
my towel laid out in the sand when I heard a very loud.

"Jeeeeesss," and turned to see Kip flying down the beach, his soft cock
flying all over the place. Another boy was running with him. Everybody else
turned to see him just before he slammed into me.

"Dad said you were coming for a short visit." To his credit Kip didn't ask
if I would fuck him while he was here. When I set him down he hugged Lucian
and said hello and then I introduced him to our boys who he greeted
warmly. He introduced us to his friend Samson, a light skinned cutie about
the same age as Kip. Kip told the boys he'd introduce them to some of his
friends if they wanted. TC looked to me, I said go ahead so, they went
ahead.

As we lay in the sun I told Lucian, "I think I'll visit Gareth at the bank
tomorrow and sell off � of the bitcoin. Lucian didn't bother to raise
his head.

"Good idea Jess." And that was that. We both finally hit the water, floated
around a bit then got back out. The boys finally joined us along with 3
other boys including Kip.


"Too bad we have school tomorrow," Kip said, "we would have love to have a
session at your house."

"No kidding," a boy named Mango said, "My asshole is really hungry for that
big fat cock Jess." That was seconded by another boy.

"Well that's no teenie weenie," the second boy said, pointing at Dillon's
long dong.

"What the fuck," Lucian said with faux indignation, "what am I, chopped
liver?"

"No no bruh we catchew back too, no worries." Lucian laughed.

"Maybe next time lads," I said, "we'll come down on a Friday night."

"Oh yeah we spend da weekend bangin," the 3rd boy said.

After about 90 minutes we decided to leave. The boys were starting to get a
little red, especially Aaron who was quite fair. When we hit the boundary
line Kip gave Lucian and me a hearty kiss then went up the nude beach while
we trundled on home.

"He seems like a nice kid," TC said and Aaron added that his friends were
as well.  "Did you fuck him while you were here last time Jess?"

"You know that isn't your business, right," I said with a smile. TC knew he
wasn't in any kind of trouble but said he knew that but did I. Lucian
laughed as did I?

"Yes I did. And in answer to your next question yes, his father knew and in
fact gave his son permission.

Dinner that evening was Hoppin John. A traditional southern dish it was
very popular in Bermuda. Basically it was black eyed peas with bacon
chunks, slices of andouille sausage, a lot of brown rice, garlic and
thyme. A very hearty dish. She served it with Cajun baked salmon and hot
water corn bread which is actually fried not baked and comes out like
little pancakes. Oona added a green bean and tomato salad.

We all loved it and had to rest for an hour before we had warm Black Rum
cake for desert.

That night I had Aaron in my bed while TC and Dillon double teamed Lucian.

"I missed being with you Jess," the boy said.

"I know sweet boy, I've missed you too. It has been an awfully busy few
months. It's hard to believe you and your family have been here for only a
few months. It seems like forever." Seriously, it had only been a little
over 3 months but felt like a lifetime. "Are you happy with the move Aaron?
It seems like it."

"Yes I am, very much. I didn't have that many friends in Philly. Plus,
moving here I get to let my queer out thanks to you, TC and now Lucian's
boys. Plus I like being on the payroll and both Dillon and I are making a
heck of a lot more money than any other kid our ages."

There was that. I had asked Jack what he felt was a reasonable hourly rate
for the boys given their experience and knowledge. And it wasn't
gratuitous. They were both highly talented and given they were home
schooled they had the opportunity to work up to 5 hours a day, more or even
less depending on what needed to be done. Plus, Jack knew their
capabilities and could assign them work knowing he didn't need to keep an
eye on them, trusting the job would get done correctly. Naturally he or one
of the other mechanics would review the work when it was done. So, they
were making 60 bucks an hour which translated to around $900 a week at a
minimum. Both Jack and I had encouraged them to invest 30% of their wages,
save 45% and use the rest for pocket money, not that they needed it. TC was
on the payroll as well but as a beginner it wasn't near what the other two
were making but he was learning fast. We had set up raises for him based on
competency in specific tasks and had already gotten a small raise so was up
to 35 an hour. Of course unlike Jack's boys he was already a millionaire so
it wasn't like he needed it.

I was paying the other mechanics 100k year; Jack 150k. But I was just about
ready blow him right out of his socks. Without Jack, none of this would
have been possible, at least on the scale that it was and was becoming. I
intended to show him my gratitude and it would be in a huge way.

"Plus," Aaron went on, "I don't think they would have gotten married if we
were still in Philly and I'm really glad they are now. It makes us a real
family." We talked about other things and in time, did so with the other's
cock in our hand. It didn't take long to cease talking and start playing.

Aaron went first, after plenty of tongue battling kissing, sliding down the
bed to suck on my cock. It was amazing to me how much better and more
relaxed the adorable boy was now that he had plenty of experience behind
him. Arron was taking in just about half of my cock without choking and
even had brief moments of keeping it there for 3-4 seconds before backing
off.

Aaron pushed me over and went for my asshole and did a very credible job of
rimming me. It wouldn't do but what we traded places and I worked him in
much the same manner. There was a noticeable difference in the amount of
pubic hair that the blonde beauty was sporting. It didn't appear that his
cock had changed not that I would notice particularly.

I finally ended up fucking the boy, Aaron having decline the offer to fuck
me. "I prefer to get it than give it Jess, if you don't mind." Well, hell
no I didn't mind. Aaron was a special boy to me and always would be. We
went missionary because we both loved watching each other's face as we
loved. We went a good 10-12 minutes before I ended it with Aaron's knees
almost against his ears. That position allowed for the maximum amount of
cock getting the maximum amount of depth and when he came it was quite loud
and when I finally came it was with an equally loud bellowing.

Afterwards I lay on him and Arron ruffled my hair with his finger and
whispered in my ear. "I love having you fuck me Jess. You fuck me better
than anybody." By that time Aaron had been with Lucian as well as at least
a dozen different boys, probably more. Let's face, Hampton house was full
of boys all of the time and it seemed that there was always 1 or 2 new
faces. And dicks.

The next morning Lucian and I took the MR to see Gareth Olsen at the
bank. He was surprised to hear that I wanted to sell off so much bitcoin
but said it shouldn't be a problem. Rather than try to sell it in one big
lump it might be better to move it in smaller chunks. That said if I wanted
to sell at a discounted price of say 5-10% that would also help speed up
the sale. Regardless he expected that he could unload that amount before
the day was out. I was shocked. I woke up worth 8 billion dollars and would
go to bed worth 10 billion or more. What a crazy world. I told him to go
ahead and proceed however he thought best.

"I also need all of the contact information regarding Sarah's interests in
Grand Cayman." Lucian and I had talked about the fact that we were only a
few hours away so may as well go get all of that resolved. We could either
go over for the day or head home from there.

"I have her lawyer's name and phone number and the name of at least 2 banks
that she has accounts in. I don't have much information about any of
that. Emaline, or should I say Sarah, was a master at
compartmentalization. There is no telling what you might find." On that
note we left with Gareth saying he would call me when the sale was
complete.

"What do you think Lucian," I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

It's not even lunch time. We could fly down and back today. Leave the boys
here unless they wanted to go." It was workable. The boys would be fine by
themselves albeit possibly bored unless Kip and a few friends came over. I
was fine with that as well.

"Let's do it," I said. At the house we discussed it with the boys who
elected to stay. When I asked they said having Kip over would be great. I
ran that by Simon who was fine with it.

"All of Kips friends are good boys. Besides Oona and I are here so we can
monitor. If the boys want to roam around they can, this is a very safe
place on a safe island. So, on that note, Simon drove us to the airport and
off we flew. I called Jack on the way to the airport to let him know what
was going on. He was supportive of the boys being left alone for the day. I
also called the bank and the lawyer, the latter stating he would pick us up
at the Owen Roberts International in Georgetown.  .  The Boys

The boys decided very quickly that they didn't want to fly to Grand Cayman
to sit around for a few hours then fly back. Better to just stay there, hit
the pool or the beach and just chill. Besides, Kip and some friends were
coming over that might be a lot of fun and had the potential to be really
fucking fun given the boys chatter on the beach. Forty five minutes after
the men left Simon returned with Kip, Mango and another boy named
Colin. Kip made the introductions and in moment all 6 were chattering away
like old friends.

Mango was a darker skinned local boy with a thick mop of unruly black curly
hair that framed a smooth and really cute face highlighted by huge dark
eyes. The other boy was Colin. None of the boys were very big, under 5'5"
but Colin was still the shorter of the 3. He was also drop dead cute and
almost as pale as Aaron. Like Aaron he also sported blond hair the color of
wet sand. It was kept short at the ears and neck and longer on top then
swept across his forehead. Hanging loose the bangs would have fallen into
beautiful deep blue eyes. He seemed to be the quieter of the two which was
a counter balance to the other two who were perpetually busy as well as
talking.

"There's not much do to close by here," Kip said. "We could have Simon take
us somewhere or just hang out and walk the beach or use the pool.

"I think we should stick closer to the house," Aaron said, "We're all 3
starting to redden up."

"Good point," Kip said, "Then let's just go in the pool."

"No swim suits," TC said.

"No need," Kips said, "we go naked."

"What about Oona?" Kip waved it off.

"For one Oona no care and for two I tell her we swimming and she will stay
away from the windows. We boys always swim naked, even Simon. Oona says if
she wanted to look at pissy tails she look for men".

"Pissy Tail?" TC asked. Kip laughed, nodded his head and pointed to his
crotch. The 3 mainlanders laughed heartily at that.

TC looked at his friends who shrugged their shoulders and said okay. Dillon
added, "We just came off a nude beach so what does it matter?"

"So says the biggest dick within 20 miles," Aaron quipped. So kip went into
Simon's and came out a few minutes later and began getting undressed,
tossing their clothing on the furniture under the patio roof.

"Biggest dick within 100 miles I'd say," Colin said.  Mango mumbled a told
ya. Needless to say everybody checked each other out although everybody
except Colin already had a viewing. None of the new boys had much hair to
speak off although a lot of that was the fact that their pubes were all
stick straight. Colin's blond hair was very sparse but Mango's was even
more so and part of that was due to the fact of his skin tone. One had to
get in close to see the short black nubbins.

As for cock size they were all about equal with Kip being the largest. All
sets of balls were fully dripped and totally smooth. Colin was the only one
who was circumcised. All 3 had very small butt which was fairly common
among boys their age. Kip was the oldest by a few months and had recently
turned 13 while the other two were at the very end of being 12. Colin was
the youngest.

Once the cursory viewing was finished they dove into the pool and proceeded
to frolicking about. They played a little volleyball without a net. All of
that lasted about 25 minutes before the grab-assing started and Kip
suggested they go inside before growing boners. No on disagreed. They got
out, grabbed their clothing, and headed into the house via the laundry room
and not the living room off the patio. In the house, Kip handed out towels
from a long, deep drawer full of them. As they dried off the little guys
cocks were on the rise. Aaron was starting to bone, his cock head about 10
degrees higher than when in default position.

The boys picked up their things and headed to the bedroom that they'd
chosen for themselves. It was a large room with an ocean view, a pair of
armchairs and coffee table and a massive bed that was actually 2 kings side
by side. It also had its own full bathroom.

Dillon pulled the blankets and top sheet down and the boys all piled
on. The mainlanders teamed up with the island boys but for the most part
the first 15 minutes was everyone taking turns with each other. The local
boys were fully hard by then and while none of them breached the 5 inch
mark they are very close in length with Mango appearing to be the smallest
by a skosh. Kip came out on top for thickness, his cock noticeably
so. Again Mango came in the thinnest but it really was a toss up between
him and Colin. After some feeling and squeezing the cock sucking began.

The island boys were naturally attracted to Dillon's cock because it was so
big but Colin seemed to have the least interest in it, Regardless,
everybody tried everybody and got that part out of the way then the
coupling began. Colin had chosen Aaron.

"I wanted to be with you the second I saw you Aaron," the boy said in his
high pitched preteen voice. "You're so cute and you're closer to my age. I
haven't done this kind of stuff very much. In fact, only with Kip and Mango
so I'm a little bit nervous.

Having been in that position before Aaron understood completely and he told
Colin that. He then kissed the boy on the mouth. "We can go as easy as you
want Colin. I want this to be fun for you so if anything is uncomfortable
then you must tell me, okay?"

"Okay Aaron. I trust you." Colin then went into Aaron's arms and began
kissing deeply. Farther over on the bed Mango had teamed up with TC and the
two had already moved to cock sucking in a top down 69 with Mango's ass in
the older teen's face. TC had the boys' cock pulled down and back and was
busy sucking the life out of it. Or into it as the case may be. Meanwhile
Mango was bobbing his head in his partner's lap and doing a very credible
job in the 6 plus inches of cock.

On the far end Kip and Dillon were going at it like long lost lovers. Since
the island boy had been fucked by Jess a few times, he felt he was the more
qualified to deal with Dillon's monster. And he was right. Colin didn't
want to and Mango wanted to see someone else tackle it first.

"Can I suck on your cock now Aaron," his preteen partner asked.

"Of course you can Colin and you don't have to ask," Aaron said kindly. He
watched the young boy moved down the bed until he got to Aaron's raging
hard on, took hold of it went about checking it all out first. He also took
a moment to feel Aaron's sagging sac and heft the eggs that it
held. Finished with his explorations held the cock in question up then
lowered his mouth over it and began to suckle.

Aaron felt a surge run though his body as he watched the sweet young boy's
lips wrap around his cock and his head begin to move. Colin was such a
cutie pie and being with him made Aaron feel like the most lucky boy
around. He felt compelled to give Colin the best experience ever, not that
he wouldn't have anyway, it was just important. He had to stop after a few
minutes because his mouth got sore.

Back up alongside him Aaron asked if Colin liked to kiss and the boy
admitted that until he kissed Aaron a few moments before he'd never done
but what he had done, he liked. So, side by side Aaron began the process
and it didn't take long before passions were flaring, tongues were
battling, bodies were grinding against each other panting was fast and
loud.

"Oh my god Aaron that was amazing," Colin said after they broke for air.

Farther over on the bed cock sucking was still going on but just as both
Aaron and Colin glanced over, TC has his face in Mango's ass and going at
the brown boys hole like there was no tomorrow. Colin wanted to know why
and Aaron offered to show the boy but not until he sucked Colin's cock so
he moved south and proceeded to give the blonde beauty the best cock
sucking of his entire young life, Colin's young life that is.

Colin's cock was delicious, if a cock could be so, and Aaron gobbled it
down to the root on his first dip which caused Colin to go rigid from the
feelings. The boy quickly relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Aaron was a pretty
good cock sucker much to the younger boys' delight.  When Aaron asked if
Colin has washed his asshole recently the boy said he had just prior to
Simon picking the boys up. With that information Aaron coaxed the youngling
onto his belly then peeled Colin's butt cheeks open to reveal his
core. Without any further ado Aaron dug right in and within 10 seconds
Colin understood and became a believer in rimming.

"Someone get the lube," a voice called out as Aaron gorged on Colin's
tender little asshole, Colin wiggling his butt in pleasure. After a moment
he told Colin he was going to put a finger in his butt and got an
okay. Aaron lubed a finger and began inserting it and once in he began to
finger fuck Colin who began moaning almost immediately.

"Ouch fuck," Mango yelped.  Colin turned his head to see Mango on his back,
TC between his friends legs and slowly inserting his cock into Mango's
ass. Farther over Kip was straddling Dillon's waist and trying get Dillon's
ass ripper into his own ass.

"Can we try that Aaron, you fucking me," Colin said. Aaron's answer was to
slowly pull his finger out of Colin while he was telling the boy that yes,
we could do that.

"I would love to fuck you sweet boy."  Colin rolled over and Aaron
immediately slathered his cock and added lube to Colin's hole then got into
position. Aaron prodded the boys' hole just like he'd been taught then
began the process, pushing and wiggling until his cock head went in.

"Ouchie," the boy cried out. Being a considerate fucker, Aaron stopped and
waited while giving Colin the usual instructions.

"Goddamn that thing is poking my heart," Kip said. A glance revealed that
the local boy was impaled all the way down to Dillon's blond pubic
hair. Meanwhile TC was already fucking Mango in a solid steady rhythm, the
boy holding onto TC's forearms and moaning softly.

Colin finally gave Aaron the go ahead so the boy in question began to
slowly insert his cock in the younglings tight asshole, and tight it
was. Aaron didn't think he'd have gotten there without lube. Once he
bottomed out he asked his young lover how he was doing to which Colin said
it still hurt a little but wasn't bad.

"Go ahead and fuck me Aaron." So, Aaron went ahead and fucked him. It was a
pretty straight forward fuck. Aaron took it easy on the kid until Colin
said that Aaron could fuck him harder. His lover picked up speed and added
more power to his thrusts causing the younger boy to grunt each time Aaron
slammed into him.

"Fuck I'm coming," Mango cried out and began making all kinds of
racket. About a half minute later Colin went off with a bang. He cried out
at the same time his asshole put a death grip on Aaron's cock and he began
lobbing globs of sperm out onto his panting belly. Aaron couldn't hold off
and he too came with a vengeance, loading Colin up with cum.

Jess

We landed in Georgetown around 1:45 and were met at the private jet area by
a stretch limo and Sarah's attorney Baptiste Whyte who greeted us
warmly. The first order of business was for him to check my
credentials. Satisfied we began to talk.

"I have an appointment for you at Cayman National Bank at 4pm
Mr. Kendall. Meanwhile I am to give you this," he said handing me a sealed
manila envelope. I didn't open because I knew what it most likely
said. "There isn't a great deal to go over because most of your inheritance
is through the bank. However there is the matter of her estate. The best
thing to do would be to simply drive over there so you can see it and I'll
explain on the way." I was not planning on an estate as no mention had ever
been made about one.

"My family has handled your family's legal matters since the 1950's and
while I have recently been handed the reigns from my father I am still
acutely familiar with the file.  The best we can tell is that a Houghton
ancestor visited the island sometime prior to world war II. In the early
1950's be began purchasing land and did so over a period of 10 years and
for pennies. Among the properties was plantation house from the late 1700's
which now sits on13 acres. That is where we are headed now.'

"He purchased 9 more properties ranging from 4 to 57 acres, much of it
beachfront or partial beachfront. For instance the 57 acre plot is
elongated so only a few acres are on the water. The value of those
properties is well over 150 million dollars. All of the land can be
subdivided into half acre plots that can sell for as much as 10 million
dollars each. I can't begin to count the number of inquiries and offers our
offices have gotten.  Our research indicates that you sir are
anti-development so how you wish to proceed needs discussion."

I was curious about the aforementioned research so asked. Essentially when
they received the notarized letter and copy of Sarah's will they wanted to
have some idea of whom we would be dealing with. That is fairly standard
practice in the Cayman's with estates this large and diverse."

The house and property were part of a much large sugar plantation up until
the mid-19 teens or so. Originally it belonged to the Beckett family and
thus is called the Beckett estate. It remained in the family until the
1920's then sometime between 1928 and 1948 it became the property of your
ancestor. Caretakers have lived in the main guest house on the property,
there are 2, and they are 2 of many outbuildings. The same family have been
caretakers since the1950's and generations have grown up on the estate and
thus know every inch of the property. The buildings on the property are
inspected for insects such as termites and cockroaches every 6 months and
are fumigated once a year. To my knowledge no family member has ever lived
in the home but have visited for a period of a month or two over the
years. Miss Houghton was the last one to stay and that was in
2003. Construction updates have been made when necessary. In 2014
Miss. Houghton had the kitchen remodeled and all new appliances installed
and all 6 bathrooms remodeled. The house has 5 bedrooms two of which are
en-suite.

Maintenance and wages come from what was initially a million dollar trust
set up for such purposes. As one might guess that amount has not diminished
one cent but has in fact grown. Ahh here we are."

We drove through a set of open gates set in a 9 foot tall whitewashed wall
of coral stone. Whyte said that the gates were normally closed and locked
but we were expected. The driveway wandered through thick foliage and
well-tended gardens until the house came into view. We pulled up in front
and stopped.

Also made of coral stone it was a 2 story salmon colored home but the
second story was smaller, like a medium sized box set to the back atop a
large one. The front was a veranda some 15 feet off the ground and accessed
by a pair of staircases in the middle that ran parallel to the house and
led to a landing then onto the veranda. The front wall of the veranda was a
series of arches with a 3 foot high stone railing between them. Standing at
the foot of the stairs was a small group of people who we were introduced
as the caretakers Emile and Fiona Walters and their two sons Adrian and
Joel who appeared to be in their mid to late teens.

"Welcome to Beckett House Mr. Kendall. May I show you through the house?"
The place was sprawling. Lots of hallways, rooms and doors leading to them,
and space. None of the rooms were overly large in keeping with the
architecture of the times but they were well maintained. Hardwood floors
throughout shine, walls were all painted, not papered. The kitchen and
dining room were spacious, the kitchen cabinets done in butter yellow. The
appliances were all high grade and appeared to have never been used since
they were installed. A formal dining room had a table that sat 12.

The furniture throughout the house look comfortable and other than the
sofa's and chairs, everything appeared to be antique. The bedrooms were
spacious and most had large windows for light and for allowing island
breezed to help cool the house down. All in all it was a beautiful home.

A tour through the expansive yard and garden revealed tropical flora, small
pools and fountains. Most of the outbuildings were old and had little to no
work done on them. The caretakers house as well as the second guest house
looked rather run-down. There was an huge outdoor pool that was amazing. It
was dressed up to look like a sea pond complete with sand around the edges
and a rustic dock that extended 10 feet into the water. A 4 foot wall at
the house end created depth while the other end was level with the ground.
It was not heated.

When the tour ended I we sat and chatted with the Walter's family. I asked
the usual questions about their overall happiness and job satisfaction, if
they had any aspirations to move on, to do something else. The answer was
no. They were paid well, lived comfortably albeit not extravagantly. The
boys had dreams of going to college at some point but paying for it would
cause some financial stress for them. Plus, neither boy had a specific plan
for adulthood.

"I noticed that your residence appears to be somewhat run down. Is the
inside the same?" Generally speaking, yes it was. It was structurally sound
although needed some work. It was comfortable but everything was 30 or more
years old. Things broke down from time to time and much of it Emile could
fix but some things needed to be farmed out.

"There is one other thing that you need to see Mr. Kendall," Adrian said. I
corrected him and instructed the family that Jess was perfectly fine, no
formalities necessary. We followed the boy to what appeared to be a garage
with large hand operated doors. The boys opened them and I got to shit my
pants.

Inside was a fuck me red early model Lamborghini Countach and a 60's series
Aston Martin DB. "Holy crapoli," I exclaimed. Adrian said that he and Joel
washed the cars and drove them once a month. They limited driving to 10
miles.

"To be honest I take the Countach out late at night when there is little to
no traffic. The car needs to have some high speed driving and that's the
only way it can get done. I have friends that work at the airport and can
sometimes take it on the runway for high speeds. Again, that is usually at
night but regardless Robert Owens airport is pretty dead." I wanted to
question the boys driving high end cars but hey, Dillion and Aaron did it
so what the fuck.

We were getting pressed for time and Baptiste said we should get going. "I
feel like we should spend the night Lucian, what do you think?" He
agreed. To Baptiste I asked if there was more that he and I needed to
do. He said an hour or two should do it so we could just as easily do it
tomorrow after I'd visited the bank.

"Fiona, I hate to ask at the last minute but could you put together a
dinner for us and possibly breakfast?"

"Of course Mr. Kendall," I wagged a finger with a smile and she amended it
to Jess. "I would like your family to join us as well. Do you need to do a
grocery run?" She nodded her head so I pulled out my wallet and handed her
a pair of hundreds which shocked her. "We'll need coffee for the
morning. Do we have cups for the Keurig?" She shook her head then said she
would pick some up.

"Baptiste I think I'll drive the Aston to the bank. Any chance you drive in
that direction and point it out for me?" He said it was no problem, In
closing I asked if we could meet in the morning in his offices for further
discussion. So we set a time.

"Jess, I've got a migraine coming on so I'm going to take some medication
and lay down."

"If you want, I can go to the bank with you Jess and get you back home,"
Joel said. I said it was fine as long as the parents didn't mind. They
didn't. I had noticed, without being obvious about it, that Joel seemed to
focus his attention on me. I have to say that both boy were cute but Joel
was leader in my opinion. He stood a slender 5'7. wore his brown hair long,
parted off center above his right eye and what eyes he had. Large, a blue
green sort of. His hair, full and wavy, brought attention to them. His face
was completely smooth and his mouth was incredibly sensuous. He was a very
sexy boy.

 I got the car out of the garage and let it warm up before we headed
out. Driving the Aston was fun although due to the islands speed limits
there wasn't much chance to open it up. I struck up a conversation with
Joel, asking the usual questions. He was half way through his 14th year,
got good grades, didn't do sports got along with everybody including his
brother who was his best friend. Just a normal kid. As I drove I could tell
he was casting side glances at me and I swear more than once a glance was
directed between my legs. Even without that I felt a little vibe from
him. I wouldn't go so far to say he was gay but the idea was niggling at my
brain.

We made it to the bank without a problem and Joel went in with me. I was
meeting with Lamar Barclay, no relation to the banking giant, a man of
about 60 or so with snow white hair and piercing blue eyes. Still, he was
genial enough.

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Kendall. Let's see here," he
said, opening his computer and tap, tap, tapping away. Currently you
accounts, and there are 4, are holding a total of 125 million dollars. Your
investment accounts, there are 2 of those are currently worth 74 million
dollars. There is a household account of 1.2 million dollars and a working
household account of another quarter million. The interest on the accounts
is enough that the accounts are always building and not declining however
there are mechanisms in place in the event that the working account needs
boosting up. That account should never be below 50k. The Walters are paid
out of the large account and that is 4k a month with a gift of 2k on
December 1st and $200 for each family member's birthday. Now, it is my
understanding that you have accounts at Butterfield bank as well."

"Yes, in Bermuda, I do." He said no, Butterfield here, 3 blocks over. Ask
for Charles Staley. Okay, the safe deposit boxes, if you will please follow
me I'll get you into a viewing room and have a guard bring your boxes. That
proved to be just about the biggest surprise yet. Not counting the billions
in stocks.

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