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Gabriel Jones slowly stirred sugar into the large pitcher of homemade lemonade while he looked through the kitchen window and contemplated the hot California sun beating down on his backyard. It was over a hundred degrees out there according to the Friday morning news report despite the clock indicating that the time was only eight AM. He’d need to purchase more sunscreen, he reminded himself, before making a notation on the grocery list that sat next to the pitcher. Satisfied, Gabriel reached into the top cupboard and pulled down a bottle of Liquid S before continuing to work on the lemonade in hopes of getting the sugar to incorporate into the tart summer drink. Three clear drops from the bottle were added to the mixture as well and, once everything was to Gabriel’s liking, the lemonade was put in the fridge and the bottle of Liquid S was placed on the top shelf of the cupboard.
Perfect.
Scanning the yard through the big bay window, Gabriel saw that only a few friends were using his deck and pool at this early hour. Noah, Darius, and Xavier were in the shallow end of the pool horsing around with Oliver and Ryan. Charlie and Damion were jumping off the diving board into the deep end. Cameron was laying on a chair sunning himself. Isaac and Wyatt were under the shade of one of the large umbrellas, the huge black man slowly rubbing the last of the sunscreen into the displeased little white boy’s tanned nine-year-old flesh. Those two had arrived only minutes before, Isaac having picked up Wyatt early so the boy’s parents could go out of town for the weekend. Wyatt would be staying in Gabriel’s home for the next seventy-two hours and was clearly not looking forward to it if his scowl was any indication. Gabriel chuckled at the boy’s frowning mug. He’d change his tune eventually.
Gabriel took his eyes away from the scene outside and began to look over the “to-do” list which lay next to his grocery list. Always organized, Gabriel knew that having the most popular home in Sunrise Vista required careful planning to ensure that everything was just right. Before he could scan the entire list to see his chores for the day, though, he heard a knock at the door.
“Coming!” Gabriel yelled to his visitor.
Leaving the kitchen, Gabriel stopped at the door to the basement and cracked it open. The muffled sounds he was expecting filtered up so Gabriel closed the door with a nod. Kai, Shaun, and Levi had spent the night last night and, since they weren’t in the bedroom wing when Gabriel passed through thirty minutes earlier and they weren't outside in the backyard, he knew they had to be in the basement having fun and was gratified that he was right.
Opening the front door a moment later, Gabriel smiled brightly at the sight of Jenny Palmer. The woman, dressed exquisitely despite the heat, carried a vase full of flowers and handed them to him with an enthusiastic smile of her own. “Well, if it isn’t the Angel Gabriel himself!” Jenny said, her tone warm.
“And if it isn’t the most gorgeous woman on the block,” Gabriel responded as he looked down at the beautiful bouquet before giving Jenny a gracious nod of thanks.
“Oh, you sweet man!” Jenny said, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “Thanks for taking Carson and my nephew Declan for the next week. As I said, John and I have to go to Prague for a fashion emergency. You know how it is.”
“I do,” Gabriel answered before looking down at Jenny’s fourteen-year-old son. The boy, Carson, had his earphones in and was staring at the home's elegant brick entryway while studiously avoiding eye contact with Gabriel. The seven-year-old Declan, who had come to stay with his aunt a month ago but had not yet visited Gabriel’s house, beamed up at him enthusiastically. The kid had wanted to come with his older cousin every time Carson spent the day at Gabriel’s home but Gabriel had always declined to extend the invitation; regretfully telling Jenny that he needed to get to know the boy a bit better before he could open up his home to the kid. A couple of dinners over the past month and a group trip to the movies the previous week had been enough for Gabriel to tell Jenny that the boy was now welcome to visit and Jenny had immediately asked that her son and nephew spend the week at Gabriel’s so she and her husband could attend to their European business.
“Well you two have fun with Gabriel,” Jenny said, kissing both boys before rushing to her car and, presumably, the airport. The two youngsters, wearing very different expressions, watched the woman drive away a moment later.
“Why don’t you two go out into the backyard,” Gabriel said. “Weather is perfect for swimming.”
“My swimsuit!” little Declan said suddenly, a look of horror crossing his face. “I forgot it at Aunt Jenny’s!”
“No worries little man!” Gabriel said while lightly punching the boy’s shoulder. “At my house, we don’t use swimsuits.” The boy gave Gabriel a confused look. “Just head on outside. I’ll be out in a bit.” With that, Gabriel gave the now confused youngster a slight nudge and the boy, after a faltering step or two, seemed to shrug off the odd statement and rushed into the house. Carson sighed and began to follow.
“Carson,” Gabriel said, catching the older boy by the arm. “There’s a pitcher of lemonade in the fridge. Why don’t you take it out with you so everyone can stay hydrated? Make sure little Declan gets some too.”
The boy nodded reluctantly. “Yes, Gabriel.”
“And remember that all electronics – including phones – go into the basket in the kitchen. No exceptions.”
“I… I know. I brought a book to read.”
“Your family only moved here six months ago, Carson,” Gabriel said quietly. “You’ll learn to love visiting here. I promise.” The boy didn’t say anything to that, instead nodding slightly before hurrying inside.
“Angel Gabriel,” Gabriel chuckled to himself as he watched the boy go and basked in the wonderful morning sun. “Sounds about right...” Jenny’s new nickname for him was not a surprise. Indeed, the man knew that he was viewed as an angel by every adult within a five-mile radius of his home. Smart, charismatic, good-looking, and generous, Gabriel was hailed as a saint and was the most trusted member of the Sunrise Vista community, one of the wealthiest neighborhoods of southern California and Gabriel's home for the past ten years. Closing the front door, Gabriel glanced at the mirror hanging tastefully in the hall. Staring back was a twenty-nine-year-old black man whose bright smile and kind eyes helped convince every neighbor that their sons were welcome and safe when they came to his home; whether it be for a couple of hours or a couple of weeks. Snorting at the thought of his own perceived divinity, Gabriel put Jenny out of his mind and headed towards the attic.
It took a while.
Spanning three full lots, the custom-built home had a second and third story, an attic, several terraces, and a massive underground basement. The backyard housed a sweeping deck, a fire pit, a near-Olympic-sized pool, a secluded greenhouse, and a grassy area for sports and games. There was a gigantic master suite, twelve regular bedrooms, fourteen bathrooms, a sauna, and a disgustingly-large kitchen. Two family rooms, two living rooms, a den, a library, a game room, and an assortment of utility-style rooms rounded out the property and made the value of the home eye-popping. Moreover, the property was at the very back of Sunrise Vista off a private street that was surrounded by a tall privacy fence and an even taller forest.
Checking on the equipment in the attic had been the first thing on Gabriel's chore list, as it was every morning, so he dutifully unlocked the secured door at the end of the third-floor hallway – a door that required a retinal scan and a physical key kept around Gabriel’s neck – and proceeded into the most private and heavily guarded part of his house before closing and locking the door behind him. The polished wooden stairs took him to the well-kept attic and, as Gabriel crested the last step, he nodded to himself at the site of the various equipment he knew so intimately.
There was the device he dubbed “Transmitter A” which flooded the surrounding five miles with carefully calibrated neuroaxionic waves to best ensure the adulation of the local adult population. Though he was charming and respectable and able to win the hearts and minds of those he met, the neuroaxionic waves ensured that the adults in and around Sunrise Vista held him in the highest regard and would never contemplate that he was anything but a true angel.
There was the device he dubbed “Transmitter B” which flooded the surrounding five miles with carefully calibrated neuroprotonix waves to best ensure the cooperation of the local boy population. This device was perhaps even more important than the former, making it impossible for boys who’d had around a month of its influence – like little Declan finally – to share with anyone outside of the home the sorts of fun and games that Gabriel, his friends, and the boys got up to. Wouldn’t want anyone asking too many questions. Its secondary property was to ensure that those boys didn’t take any unfortunate actions in defiance of the fun, keeping them safe and Gabriel out of trouble. The last property was that a month or so without without the near-continuous neuroprotonix waves rapidly erased targeted memories of what took place at Gabriel's home. It was for this reason that boys who used to visit Gabriel regularly moved on with their lives – a few weeks at college or moving across the country enough to make any inconvenient memories of Gabriel's home practically non-existent.
There was the instrument he dubbed “the Dripper” which produced, from plants grown in his greenhouse, a steady trickle of Liquid S. Liquid S was a delightful concoction – his own recipe – and helped facilitate the fun.
Lastly, there was the large spherical tool he dubbed “Old Smokey” which turned a few other special plants and herbs grown in his greenhouse into a potent substance that was a ton of fun to light up and, well, smoke. The substance, which Gabriel called Mellow, helped those who inhaled it chill out and relax. It was good shit, for sure. Another side effect was that adults who smoked it developed an unwavering loyalty to Gabriel, meaning that the chances that regulars to his home would spill the beans were an absolute zero.
Gabriel got to work.
It took nearly an hour to go over all four technological wonders but Gabriel, a scientific genius who invented the definitive cure for cancer at age seventeen and retired as a multi-multi-multi-millionaire by age eighteen, did so with practiced precision and a near obsession with perfection. Satisfied that all four worked as designed, he stood and stretched. His watch told him it was just past nine in the morning. Walking over to a housing control panel, Gabriel tapped at the screen to see what he’d missed over the past sixty minutes.
Five more boys had arrived at the home, two just for the day and three for the weekend. Seven men arrived as well, friends he’d made over the years who regularly smoked Mellow and whom he trusted implicitly. One of them – Marty – had brought the tubes of sunscreen Gabriel had requested and Gabriel grinned at his always-reliable white friend. All told, everything looked good. Gabriel expected another dozen or so boys to filter in by lunchtime – many spending the weekend with their parent's enthusiastic blessing – and another dozen or so men were likely to show up as well.
Lin, Gabriel’s assistant, had also arrived back from his morning errands. The formidable Asian man was fastidious in keeping the home immaculate and was a most ardent advocate for peace, order, and discipline within the home. Serving as a housekeeper, butler, cook, accountant, bodyguard, and handyman, Lin was invaluable to Gabriel's home and kept things running smoothly.
Heading downstairs, Gabriel stopped at one of the bedrooms on the third floor to listen to the noises beyond the closed door. Tyrell and Hayden were inside, having spent the night last night and been sound asleep when Gabriel checked in on them earlier. They weren’t asleep now by the sounds of it and Gabriel was surprised that Tyrell had opted to stay in the bedroom rather than immediately rush his thirteen-year-old friend down to the basement. Deciding not to bother the two, Gabriel continued to the kitchen to grab the second pitcher of lemonade he’d made that morning and bring it out to the patio.
“Lin, can you handle the house while I’m occupied?” Gabriel asked on the way out.
“Yes sir,” the man said with a bow. Gabriel nodded his head, knowing that Lin would take care of anyone who showed up to the home; whether invited or uninvited.
The sight outside brought a smile to Gabriel's face. Men and boys frolicked about in the pool, playing games and laughing and generally roughhousing with one another. All were naked, of course, and all but a few of the most hung men were hard as rocks. Gabriel glanced over to the near-empty pitcher of lemonade that sat on one of the patio tables with a knowing smirk. The Liquid S was powerful, for sure, and likely contributed to every erection present. But there were only three drops in the sweet beverage so Gabriel knew a good deal of the visible arousal was the natural horniness every boy and man began to cultivate once walking through the front door to his home.
Little Declan, the seven-year-old newbie, was having a great time chicken fighting with a few others and Gabriel marveled at the boy’s pale skin. Someone would have covered the boy in sunscreen earlier, of course, as the two rules of the pool were that everyone wore sunscreen and that there was no funny business allowed without express permission from Gabriel. Still, it was time for another round to be applied.
“Alright, everyone!” Gabriel called out. “Time to reapply sunscreen!” A chorus of boos and groans followed that pronouncement but the heckling was good-natured. “Out of the pool. Big guys help little guys. Little guys return the favor! Hey, Declan, come over here will you?”
The little fellow scampered over to Gabriel, smiling broadly. “We’re all naked!” the kid blurted out, “and everybody’s wieners are hard!”
Gabriel gave the boy a shit-eating grin. “I know, right? It’s so fun!” The boy kept smiling but Gabriel could see a flicker of confusion in the kid’s eyes, as if his little mind was trying to understand how this casual nudity fit into the more provincial worldview with which he’d undoubtedly been raised. The boy was from Indiana, if Gabriel recalled, and was visiting his aunt and uncle for the summer. Two months left to introduce the little guy to the kind of fun one might have at Gabriel’s house. “Come with me, little man, so I can put some more sunscreen on you.” Gabriel offered the boy his hand and the little kid took it immediately, clearly trusting despite his slight confusion. Gabriel glanced over to a shaded table and spotted Carson, the boy focused on the book he was reading. The teenager was still fully clothed, having clearly not participated in any swimming. “Your cousin didn’t go swimming?” Gabriel asked Declan.
“No,” the boy said with childish indignation. “He’s a sulky teenager.”
Gabriel let out a laugh at the unexpected phrase. “Where’d you hear that?” he asked the boy as they wandered over to Carson.
“Aunt Jenny says it all the time,” the boy said with a bright smile.
“Hey Carson,” Gabriel said as they got close. “I’m going to bring Declan into the cabana to put sunscreen on him. You should join us.” The boy looked up with a pale face.
“No thanks, Gabriel,” he said, looking at his little cousin quickly before refocusing on the book.
“I insist,” Gabriel said. “You need sunscreen and then you need to go swimming. Reading out here isn’t good for you. Hey Cameron!” Gabriel called out, getting the attention of one of the larger men in the backyard.
“What’s up, Gabe?” Cameron said, sauntering over. The twenty-seven-year-old black man was tall and broad, his nine-inch cock swinging low as he walked.
“We are going to the cabana for sunscreen. Can you help Carson?” Cameron grinned.
“Sure! Love to.” Carson began a weak protest but it died on his lips as Gabriel gave him a cool glare. The boy deflated.
The four marched over toward the cabana and Gabriel, deciding it was time to join the fun, rapidly disrobed. Shorts. Shirt. Underwear found themselves in a pile on a nearby chair and Gabriel stretched in the sun, feeling the rays hit his nude black body and invigorating him after the hour of mechanical work he’d just done in the attic. Carson glanced away from him, looking at the brick ground. Declan stared at the fat twelve inches Gabriel suddenly put on display. He wasn’t hard, yet, but his impressive cock certainly rocked the youngster’s sensibilities. “You too, Carson,” Gabriel said warmly and the fourteen-year-old began to disrobe as well, quickly forming an identical pile to Gabriels before he, too, stood nude before the wide-eyed Declan. “Your cousin has a good body, doesn’t he?” Gabriel asked Declan.
“Yeah,” the kid said breathlessly as his eyes roamed curiously over the blushing teen. Gabriel and Cameron grinned at each other.
Carson was fit, with a lean athletic build that showed off his dedication to soccer and swimming. His tanned body was kissed by the sun but he was remarkably paler where his speedo generally covered him. Not pale, though, as regular visits to Gabriel’s pool over the past few months forced the boy to get at least a slight tan in that particular region. His cock was soft, which Gabriel expected, but measured five inches long when hard and his bush, as usual, was neatly trimmed. His nipples were small and dark.
Declan was pale. His boyish seven-year-old body was soft in all the right places and there was no hint of his oncoming adolescence. With small pink nipples and a hairless little cock, hard as a rock and likely around two inches, the boy exuded a childishness that Gabriel found amusing. He’d gotten to know the kid over the last month and he found the boy charming, inquisitive, and sweet.
Gabriel and Cameron ushered the cousins into the cabana and closed the door behind them, with Gabriel glancing out into the yard to see that all the men and boys – some of the youngsters more reluctant than others – applying another coat of sunblock onto any exposed skin within reach. Gabriel subtly reached up and flipped a switch, activating a small ventilation unit that would pump a bit of Mellow into the cabana’s interior. Not nearly as much as one might get smoking a Mellow joint, Gabriel still knew that the airflow would help everyone within to chill out a bit.
The cabana had several comfortable chairs and Gabriel and Cameron sat down while directing Declan and Carson to stand between their legs. “Alright,” Gabriel said causally as he poured a large glob of sunscreen into his hand before smothering it on Declan’s neck and shoulders. “You having fun so far, kiddo?”
Over the next five minutes or so, Gabriel and Cameron slowly applied the sunscreen to the two compliant boys, turning them this way and that to reach face, neck, chest, back, arms, armpits, hands, stomach, thighs, legs, and feet. Declan chattered on about the day so far while Cameron and Gabriel peppered him with innocent questions. Carson soon grew hard, his body reacting to Cameron’s hands massaging the lotion into his skin with erotic intent. A quick spin and the cousins found themselves facing one another, with the two black men seated behind them and working more sunblock into their sides.
“Your wiener's hard!” Declan said with a giggle, pointing to Carson’s cock. The older boy blushed again and said nothing. Gabriel smiled at the boy’s exclamation, hearing within his tone the subtle signs that the boy was getting Mellowed.
“It is,” Gabriel responded. “Cocks get hard when boys feel good, Declan. Your cousin must like Cameron putting sunblock on him.” Carson visibly bit his lip at that but still said nothing.
“Cock?” the younger boy asked.
“Wieners are called cocks or dicks here at Gabriel’s house,” Cameron said authoritatively. “Sometimes, if they are kinda little, they are also called boyclits.”
“Oh,” Declan said, sounding unsure suddenly. Gabriel used that confusion to his advantage, running his lotion-soaked hands across the little boy’s butt cheeks before sliding one slick finger in between the crack and gently sliding it up and over the boy’s tiny puckered hole. The kid jumped at that, the feeling of something touching his innocent rosebud causing him to spin and look questioningly at Gabriel. “What was that?” he asked, his voice a mix of curiosity and wariness.
“Just making sure you don’t get sunburned, buddy. Don’t want your butt and butthole to get toasted!” Gabriel grinned at that and the boy seemed to relax at the silliness of the statement.
“But it was my bottom,” Declan said a moment later as he appeared to think through what had happened and was likely wondering if this was a bad-touch scenario. His voice didn’t slur, exactly, but the Mellow was definitely having an effect as his eyes were ever-so-slightly glazed and he seemed just a bit unfocused.
“Exactly!” Gabriel continued enthusiastically. Used to Mellow, neither Gabriel nor Cameron were experiencing any effect. “Got to protect it from the sun! Look, Carson is getting his bottom lotioned too.” Gabriel turned Declan so he could see his older cousin, the fourteen-year-old blushing terribly while biting his lip. His legs were spread wide and he was bent over slightly, his ass easily accessible to Cameron as the black man slathered sunblock up and down his crack while repeatedly running roughshod over his teenage hole. Gabriel gently pushed on the seven-year-old, then, bending him forward while spreading his legs to better mirror the older teen. Declan didn’t resist, as Gabriel knew he wouldn’t.
“Ohhhh,” Declan began to moan as Gabriel teased his virginal boypussy with sunblock-soaked fingers, his talented appendages working the boy’s little ring with soft circular motions. A few pushed inward slightly, just barely breaching the tight sphincter as Gabriel murmured soothing words to the little fellow and Declan’s body shivered under Gabriel's ministrations. Gabriel could see that Cameron was being far rougher with Carson, the boy’s body blocking his line of sight but the fourteen-year-olds reaction clearly indicating that he was getting enthusiastically fingered. Cameron was an expert at teasing a boy’s prostate and, within a few minutes, Carson’s moans were echoing his much younger cousin.
“You like this, little guy?” Gabriel asked Declan as he slipped one finger knuckle deep into the kid, searching methodically until he found the boy’s undeveloped prostate. The little nut was soon located and Gabriel wasted no time in tapping it rhythmically, causing the seven-year-old to twitch as a wave of pleasure flooded his brain.
“I… I… Wait… Stop… Ughh… Ughh… Wait...” Declan grunted, shaking his head from side to side while swaying unsteadily thanks to the Mellow that had invaded his system. Gabriel didn’t stop. Instead, he used his free hand to gently pull the boy’s torso to his chest, the small white body resting against his fit black body while his buried finger continued to drum against the boy’s little button. Cameron, as if mirroring Gabriel, did the same to Carson and the older teen, his eyes glazed from pleasure and Mellow, didn’t resist.
Two-inch little boycock and five-inch teenage meat waived at each other as the two boys suffered through the punishment of their fucknuts. Gabriel and Cameron tweaked nipples, teased ballsacks, and even ran fingers along scalps to induce moans of delight from the cousins they were molesting. Little Declan occasionally gathered enough wits to voice an objection, asking Gabriel to wait or stop or to comment on how strange he or his bottom felt. Twice he tried to physically pull away from Gabriel, an instinctive rejection of the molestation. Gabriel didn’t let him, only redoubling his assault on the child's little prostate. Carson didn’t complain or fight, as Gabriel knew the teen knew better.
Eventually, it was time. With a signal from Gabriel, both his and Cameron’s free hands encircled the twitchy cocks of the boys they were using and began to frisk the flesh enthusiastically. The lotion making the action nearly frictionless, neither Declan nor Carson could resist the sudden attacks on their boyhoods.
“Ugh fuck!” Carson grunted, his eyes going wide as he seized up and began to shoot a healthy teenage load across the small room and right onto his twitching little cousin.
“Wait! Stop! WAIT!” Declan nearly screamed, also coming awake as his little dickie experienced its first taste of masturbation. Gabriel knew how to make him squeal, of course, and worked the little two inches hard until the little guy tensed up and let out a loud broken moan. The domination of his prostate and the vigorous jacking of his immature cock did its job, pushing him right into his first-ever boygasm as the boy seized up and shook violently against Gabriel’s overbearing body. His powerful dry-cum was too much and, after almost ten seconds of shaking, the little seven-year-old collapsed into a boneless mass as Gabriel carefully laid him on the cabana’s floor.
“Fuck, that was a good one!” Cameron said with a wide grin as Carson stumbled over to one of the other seats, falling into it with a dazed look on his face.
“A really good one,” Gabriel said, giving his friend a thumbs up.
“I…” Carson began, before falling quiet as he panted through his post-orgasm stupor.
A knock on the door sounded and Gabriel glanced up at the smiling faces of Beckett and Beckham Wade. The twin brothers, eighteen years old and two of Gabriel’s favorite people, waved through the glass. Gabriel laughed and signaled for them to come in, knowing that the half-black half-white teens had watched the whole show.
“Fucking hot!” Beckett asked as he and his identical twin brother slipped into the cabana.
“Really fucking hot!” Beckham said. The boys had British accents, having lived in London most of their lives, and they often used their foreign mystique to seduce the boys that found themselves in Gabriel’s home.
“You think so?” Gabriel asked, slowly stroking his now hard cock.
“Yeah! Cute little fucker, this one,” Beckham said, using his toe to nudge the passed-out Declan.
“He’s yours for the day if you want him,” Gabriel said with a wide grin.
“Really?” the teens said in surprise. “We can take him to the basement?” Carson groaned at that, half-listening to the conversation.
Gabriel shook his head. “No, why don’t you take him up to one of the bedrooms. Play with him. Teach him. Get him… broken in.” The teens high-fived. “You can take him to the basement tomorrow if I think he’s up for it.”
“Wicked!” the boys said in unison once more. “We’re here for the week so this should be awesome!”
“Well, Declan here is with us for the next week so it works out perfectly. Get him cleaned up,” Gabriel said, realizing the passed-out seven-year-old wouldn’t be swimming anytime soon, “and make sure to bring a couple of water bottles spiked with Liquid S. Maybe five drops a bottle. And a few joints of Mellow.”
“You rock!” Beckham said, scooping up the little guy just as Declan was beginning to stir.
“Don’t come knocking cus our bed’s gonna be rocking!” Beckett added. The two scurried out of the cabana with their prize and Gabriel knew, from past experience, he wouldn’t see the three of them again until the following morning.
“And Carson?” Cameron asked, pointing to the now wide-awake fourteen-year-old. “Bedroom or basement?” Gabriel looked the boy over as he began to tremble slightly.
“Bedroom,” he said finally and Carson immediately relaxed. “He was a good boy today with his cousin. But he’ll be in the basement tomorrow for sure.” Carson squeaked and looked about to protest but his shoulders quickly slumped and he nodded. Cameron got up, his rock-hard cock twitching, and signaled for Carson to follow. The white teen did so, albeit a bit unsteadily, and Gabriel found that he was now alone in the cabana.
“Fuck,” he said, looking down at his hard cock. “This won't do.” With that, Gabriel sauntered out of the cabana, surveyed the pool which had decreased in population since entering the cabana earlier, and proceeded to cannonball right into the cool water of the deep end.