Castle Roland

Somerset Farm

by Jamie Haze

In Progress

Chapter 43

Published: 30 Mar 15


Jamie Haze

"PLEASE?" Tommy mouthed clearly to his fathers. He was asking their permission to accompany Billy and Evan on a trip to Ithaca, New York. The trip was a spur of the moment idea. Harm was going to move into the pool residence building after the swim meet and expressed his concern over how much he could bring with him on the small executive jet that would deliver him back to the Trenton estate. Billy volunteered to drive him. It was a needless trip, but it would be an adventure and a change of pace. When Evan found out, he announced his attention to accompany them so Harm could introduce him to his rabbi.

Evan tipped the scales, "After we get back, we'll all go down to the island for a nice long vacation before school starts." Billie and Dieter were homesick and Billie was trying to build them a home, a mansion by telephone. "Then you guys can just stay there for a while, get your house finished and Tommy can visit you every weekend. We'll plan on a giant house warming party at Christmas. We'll invite everyone and fill every room on the island and Sea Song with guests. That will be fun."

Gregor and Meesha perked up, "We go now Master?" Gregor asked, "Bring Sea Song stateside and run fucking fast to island? We go make him ship shape for Master!" Meesha nodded enthusiastically.

Evan agreed, "If you guys want to go now Dieter and Billie may as well go with you. We'll see you in Ft. Lauderdale in three days, how's that?"

Evan and his entourage were lounging around a small sitting room in Trenton Hall. The first meeting wasn't planned; it just happened and then continued informally about every other day. There were no secrets within the inner circle. Bucky told Evan from the beginning that after spending two years living on the streets, he thought Evan was mature enough to manage his own life since the far flung Falconburg empire's many independent companies were guided by capable, efficient managers. All he asked was that Evan keep him advised of his plans and of course try to minimize adverse surprises. Evan promised.

Tommy punched Dieter in the shoulder to get his attention, "SO CAN I GO?"

Billie and Dieter had their heads together making plans. Dieter looked up in surprise, "What? Oh, of course you can, weren't you listening?"

Tommy rolled his eyes, "PARENTS!" He laughed and hugged them both to thank them.

Rod and Jon sighed together; neither was overjoyed at the prospect of Evan going on a motor trip anywhere, but they were his bodyguards, his employees, not his parents. The trip was unplanned so there was no real danger. Billy's Hummer was finished, armored and armed. The boys all enjoyed their firearms practice and were deemed proficient and the only thing they were ordered to do in the event of an aggressive emergency was to stay safely locked in their vehicle anyway. Two, Evan and Doug rose among the others to be experts with their weapons of choice. Doug's was a Beretta semiautomatic, while Evan's was one of the small automatic machine pistols first and any other automatic firearm second.

Doug sought out David at odd times as soon as they got home. They went to the woods and used trees as targets until a firing range could be constructed. Then using man shaped paper targets stapled to wood frames they practiced in earnest. David demonstrated his skill by shooting smiley faces into his targets while Doug worked on getting his shots into the bull's eyes, head and heart. One day suddenly David's targets developed eyebrows, ears and expressions when Doug began adding bullet holes to David's pictures. When Evan was with them he worked on obliterating all the black bull's eye from his target in the fewest possible shots. One afternoon after swim practice Evan shifted his aim slightly and in two bursts of three, neatly toppled the two by four upright supporting Doug's current masterpiece as he was completing a second eyebrow. They agreed that Doug's last shot would represent a mole on the face squarely between the eyes.

Jon spoke up for the first time, "We'll take two vehicles, one will lead the other will follow. Two more lads should do it for us what? Oh, this chap Harmon, we should really get him to the range this afternoon, let him bang away for an hour, just in case. Then take him round to the beast and show him how to access the arms cache. Better safe than sorry," he added with a shrug.

"Did you get a chance to check him out?" Dieter asked protectively, ignoring Evan's slight frown.

Rod nodded, "Most certainly; a nice chap. He comes from a solid middle class merchant family, smart; he doubtless could have gotten an academic scholarship if he wasn't such a speedy fish. He plans to major in history; one younger brother and a surprise baby sister. No close friends, boy or girl on the home front, now of course as of this weekend," he didn't need to say the obvious and continued, "all this courtesy of our very capable team member, Billie."

Billie acknowledged Rod's praise with a blush and a nod before he returned it, "Just so everyone knows, the sum of thirty million in cash, American, now reposes in our Cayman bank thanks to our British connection, Sir Rodney and Jonathon. They approached the three targets wondering if anyone would be interested in acquiring dear Anton's black book, the keys to his empire. Everyone assumes there is one because the organization is world wide and so interconnecting, complicated as it were. The Master's young heir would have to have the information in some hard form to continue business as usual. We installed a computer, alleged to be the hub, the nerve center in a secret dungeon room in one of the Master's castles. The thirty million was paid for the entry code."

Evan interrupted with a giggle, "We gave it to Hans and Herman. They know its junk but the bad guys don't. Billie loaded the machine with a program that spits random meaningless code forever when it's accessed. Of course the three bad guys don't trust each other so they each used the code independently and they're downloading the shit as fast as possible before I change the code."

"So?" Billy asked with a confused look, "Exactly how does it hurt them?"

"First they have to crack the code, that's keeping them busy," Billie answered, "It's a screen keeping half the programmers and encryption chaps in Europe gainfully employed. I attached a worm that is just as busy copying everything in their three networks and everything from every other machine theirs has ever contacted, but only the first layer, we can send the worm on later. Right now we have such a wealth of information to catalog, once we understand what they really own and how they're set ups operate we can begin to reek havoc in their organizations. Believe me; we've enough on our plate for the present."

Evan, Billy and Tommy found Harm and Doug in the pool alone. The contestants and their coaches were all gone and the estate had been carefully swept for lingering spectators using snoopy's powers. Harm and Doug were racing informally using Doug's unique dolphin stroke. Doug touched then glided back to pace Harm and offer him more instruction. The air conditioning was off and the roof was open to the mid-afternoon sunlight.

"HEY GUYS!" Evan shouted so his voice echoed, "Don't you guys ever give up? Face facts, you're both champions, you split all your finals and your relay team was a no brainer. Come on let's go out to the range and squeeze off a few.

"A few what?" Harm asked.

Doug vaulted out of the water, "He means shooting, we have a range and like to practice. It's a good way to relax and kind of vent your frustrations by tearing up some targets. Come on Harm its fun." He offered Harm his hand and arm.

When Harm stood at Doug's side grinning his thanks for the catapult service, Tommy touched Doug to get his attention, mouthed something, and then ticked off the tight ridges of muscle stacked neatly from Harm's solar plexus down his very concave gut. When he got to the heavy hanging cock he tweaked it. "Ouch, damn Tommy lay off," Harm complained and grabbed the smaller boy with a giggle before he could duck away, "What did the twerp say before I make mincemeat of him?"

Doug laughed, "He was just wondering where your stomach is, there doesn't seem to be much room in there. The tweak was to remind you that you still owe him one and he always collects his debts."

"Shit," Harm administered a half-hearted head noogie before he pulled Tommy in to his side, "I told you last night and the night before, I'm too big or you're too small, either way I'd kill you so forget it. You are the rammiest little fucker, and I thought I was chronically horny." He lowered his voice, "I've got to say though that I love to see you on top of me, if I got that much exercise I'd be dead the next day."

Evan giggled, "If you think about it you did and you held your own the next day and this morning." He looked around, "Hey where's Buck, I thought he'd be in here enjoying the peace and quiet?"

Doug laughed, "He's with his dad, trying to convince him that we need to buy the school. We started out remolding one big room, then another and now we need even more room. Buck doesn't think that idea will fly, but Bucky will probably agree to restoring the whole building to shut Buck up."

"Is the school for sale?" Evan asked eagerly, "I'll buy it. I didn't know anyone could buy a school."

Doug shrugged, "It is a private school and a few of the alumni are the only stockholders and of course trustees. Bucky already owns a big block, so I guess if the price is right they'd sell."

"I'll get Dieter on that, owning the school while we're going there would be cool. Are you sure you don't want to go with us?" Evan asked Doug.

"I'd love to, but if I went Buck would come along, then everyone else would want to get in on the act. We'd end up with a fucking convoy of guards and limos, plus I've got miles of tape to look at with Dad." Doug giggled, "He's got a new motto; know thy competition." He intoned in his deepest voice and swept his hand up to one of the cameras.

"That's cool, but as soon as we get back we're all going down to the island for a long vacation before school starts. You'll come with us won't you?" Evan suddenly remembered that he still had an envelope from his grandfather with Doug's name on it. He'd planned to give it to Doug earlier, but they never seemed to be alone together.

"Are you kidding? Sure," Doug looked down at his body and giggled, "in fact I'm already packed and dressed to leave right now. I'll just have to convince my coach that I need a break."

"No problem," Evan shrugged, "all parents are invited too. They have to come so they can meet my mother. Maybe your mom, Elise and Becky can convince her to move up here or at least come up for lots of shopping vacations. There's no point in having money if you never spend any."

Harm listened silently. He started to pull on his shorts, until he saw Doug toss his over his shoulder. Doug shook his head, "We can stay naked, the trail to the range doesn't go near the house plus you need to get rid of that silly little tan line." He had a sudden thought, "Hey when we get to the island, Rocket can teach you how to swim like they do a lot faster than I can." Doug motioned Harm to the driver's side of his Hummer. "You drive, the trail is rough, so you can put him through his paces." Both boys appreciated the mitigating soft warmth of the lambskin seat covers on their bare butts. Harm continued to think it amusing that all the guys referred to their prized possessions; boats, planes and cars as males rather than the traditional feminine gender.

Harm started the engine and watched Evan disappear down the drive to the gate into the estate. "Evan owns an island too?" Then without waiting for Doug to answer said simply, "I'll see you when you get back."

"Back, what back, you're coming with us aren't you?" Harm shook his head. "Why not, we'll have a blast? What's so important that you can't go?"

Harm shrugged and started to follow Evan, "I wasn't invited."

Doug looked surprised, "Yeah you were, automatically from the night before last. Wherever we go, we all go, all means you too. You're part of the group."

"He invited you," Harm insisted, "I'm too new and compared to you, I'm just a poor Jew boy from New York State, I could never fit in with you guys." He saw Doug grinning, "I meant keep up with you guys, I guess I fit in okay. I was worried about that you know."

"What are you some kind of snob?" Doug pulled himself up using the windshield frame and started shouting for Evan to stop his truck. "Blow the fucking horn," he ordered with a frown, "we'll get this shit settled now."

Harm sighed, and then almost jumped out of the truck with Doug when a penetrating air horn sounded with sufficient decibels to get everyone's attention on the entire estate."

Doug recovered first with a red faced giggle, "Fucking Buck, every time I park this thing for the night he adds shit to it, or I mean the mechanics do it. I wonder when that horn was installed." He asked himself. Harm stopped behind Evan's Hummer. Evan, Billy and Tommy looked back laughing.

"WHAT?" Evan screamed in the silence.

"Would you please extend a personal invitation to our new resident Jew boy? He doesn't think he's invited to Dagger Cay."

Evan laughed, "Which word didn't you understand, all or everyone?" He asked Harm.

Doug sat back down, "See, I told you."

"Yeah but Evan, I can't afford to keep up with you guys." Harm persisted.

"What can't you afford, you were invited here as a guest, no one charges guests anything. Now that you're a friend do you think you should start paying your way when you get invited somewhere? Give me a fucking break, no one pays friends or charges friends, but if it will make you feel any better, you can buy lunch tomorrow, I guess that would be okay. BUT after that if you reach for your billfold when I'm around I'll have Rod and Jon break one of your flippers. You need to learn to go with the flow, enjoy yourself and not worry about keeping up," Evan giggled suddenly, "except maybe with Douggie."

"Fuck you too Evan!" Doug shouted and laughed, "I let him win when he won; at least that's what I keep telling myself." Harm laughed with everyone.

"Now let's get to the range, the guys are waiting for us." Evan looked at Doug, "Where'd you get that fucking horn? I have got to get me one of those!" He giggled and popped the clutch without waiting for an answer.

The boys turned serious when they reached the firing range. David, Noah, Jon and Rod were there already. The Suburban's rear hatch was open and a pair of metal suit cases waited on a folding table well behind the firing line, a crude plywood counter. David grinned and shook his head when he saw how Doug and Harm were dressed, "Ah, maybe shorts on you two pretty boys would be less distracting, plus Doug, you need to get into some holster work and if you like the little one at the small of your back, then you need a waist band to clip it to.

Harm went bug eyed when he saw the contents of the two cases. One held a collection of semi-automatic handguns nestled in egg crate foam while the other, which the other boys gravitated to, was racked to hold four of the small machine pistols that fascinated Evan. Doug nudged Harm toward the handgun case. "Evan watches too much TV, if push comes to shove with bad guys coming at you there's no time to find your weapon, put in a clip and arm it although they're fun to play with." He offered Harm one of the smallish twenty-five caliber Beretta's he preferred after removing the clip and opening the slide to make sure the chamber was clear. "You can pack one of these babies, remember the bad guys are after you, not your bodyguards and no matter how close they are there are still times when you'll be alone." He clipped a small holster to his waistband, turned toward the targets and drew, instantly crouching and aiming using both hands, one to support his weapon hand. "Like that," he grinned, "surprise the rich kid is shooting, scratch one bad guy."

"I heard about you getting kidnapped by mistake."

"Yeah that was kind of hairy. They'd get me again even if I was armed, because I just climbed out of the pool and went to take a leak of course bare ass."

"Wrong," David interjected, "you will never go into a restroom again until I check it out first if I'm around." He looked embarrassed and apologetic. He explained to Harm, "They got him on my watch; I'll never live that down. I still have nightmares about that."

"Forget it David. That's hindsight. We all saw that asshole walk in, you were new and I wasn't used to being around Buck or having bodyguards. I thought it was all bullshit, like ostentatious display. We were both new back then, now we aren't." Doug chambered a round and returned his weapon to its holster.

The boys lined up with their weapons ready and waited for the word to begin. Doug stood by Harm with his in its holster. Harm looked around, "Shouldn't we be wearing ear protection?"

David nodded, "We do mostly, but today we aren't because you need to get used to the sound of a sudden shot and react to it." He turned with his back to the target area and began to walk away.

Evan giggled, "DUH, yeah Harm; like you tell a bad guy not to shoot at you until you get your earmuffs on and BANG you're dead!"

David frowned, "And you, you little asshole if you chop another post down today you get to replace it. You just be sure to tell Harm about the first time you ever fired a squirt gun on the Sea Song, if I recall correctly you were scared shitless." He grinned at Evan's red face and silence and pointed to a small stack of new two by fours and a posthole digger, "We're ready for you from now on." Suddenly without warning he drew his weapon and fired in the air, "BAD GUYS!"

Harm ducked his head and flinched, and flinched again when Doug began firing rapidly. By the time Harm squeezed off his first shot, Doug was replacing a clip, ignoring the barrage of reports from the automatic weapons. When David called a cease fire after Harm expended his first clip, he looked around sheepishly in the sudden silence, "Goddamn, I see what you mean."

The boys trooped downstairs together on their way to the dinning room and dinner. Harm kept lagging behind looking at various pieces of furniture. Evan rolled his eyes in mock disgust, "I keep telling you to look for little portable stuff. It would take four of us to move that chest. Look IN the drawers not at them," he quipped.

Harm pulled a drawer open tentatively looked inside, then at one corner blinked and closed it quickly. "Oh," he blushed, "I didn't know for sure. It looks real though."

Buck cocked an eyebrow, "What's in there?"

"Nothing, I was looking at the joinery."

"What's wrong with it, whatever you said?" Becky Trenton asked standing behind Harm.

Harm's face darkened, "Oh hi Mrs. Trenton. It's pretty clever the way you mixed reproductions with a few good pieces."

"REPRODUCTIONS," Becky screeched, "I hope you're joking!"

Harm was shocked to see that Becky thought her home was furnished with apparent museum quality antiques, "I'm sorry. I've kind of been looking and most are reproductions, very good ones though," he rushed the added compliment.

Buck covered his mouth with his hand and turned away. His whole body shook with silent laughter. Becky turned purple, "Buckminster if you're laughing consider yourself grounded until you've grown another foot!"

The insult combined with the threat took the levity out of the discovery that his mother had been duped by European antique dealers. "Mom I couldn't help it. I know you've got a good eye for this old junk, I just thought it was funny that you of all people got scammed." He looked at Harm hopefully, "Show us how you know that chest is new junk."

Harm hesitantly opened the drawer again, then removed it and held it up, "This joinery is machine made, it's too perfect," he explained.

"Maybe the drawer was damaged and improperly restored?" Becky asked with a sinking feeling reflected in her face. "How can you tell from just looking at the outside? This piece for instance."

Harm knelt and ran a fingertip over some appliqué; Becky joined him on her knees. He took her hand and retraced his route, "Feel the occasional depressions? This stuff was nailed on; the idiots were in a hurry I guess. Even if it was restored it would have been glued and clamped, never nailed. There weren't any finishing nails in the fourteenth century. If you put your eye down on the face and look across it you can see a few that weren't filled just right."

"Sonofabitch," Becky declared and stood up. "Tell me Harmon, how did you become such an expert in antiques?"

Harm shrugged, "My family's owned a jewelry shop for a hundred years. I guess my grandfather added some really good period pieces to sell and turn an extra buck; meanwhile they're used for displays. Now we sell almost as much in antiques as we do in jewelry, it rubs off, so I know. Cleaning up pieces that just came in got me interested in history, just imagine who owned the original of this."

Becky took Harm's arm and pushed her way through the listening, watching boys, "You mean who STILL owns the original of this," she corrected. She took the time to take a round house swing at her son's head with an open hand as she passed him but just missed when Buck leaned away. Harm looked helpless by the time they reached the dinning room where Bucky, Will and Joe waited for them before they sat down. "Darling, I want a plane ready to go tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp! The big one so I can take a few pieces of furniture with me," she ordered without preamble. She turned to Will and Joe, "I'll want to take four, no, make that six of your biggest nastiest bone crushers, no, head crushers to go along with me," she told them before she explained that she'd been scammed by a dealer/broker in Paris. She pushed Harm into a chair on her right at her end of the table, patted his hand affectionately and thanked him. When she looked up suddenly she saw her husband covering his mouth to hide his grin. "And as for you Buckminster, our son seems to be too old to discipline any longer, BUT you my dear husband are not, if you know what I mean, so you best wipe that smirk from your face this instant!"

"Yes dear," Bucky answered contritely.

Buck nudged Doug and whispered, "Man talk about pussy whipped." His gravelly voice carried easily

Becky didn't look up from her appetizer, "You would be too if you liked girls," she shot back at him. Doug nearly drowned on a sip of water before Buck almost broke his back from pounding on it with his fist to make him stop laughing.

Evan snapped his fingers, "You can take mine Becky, and it's always ready to go with a half hour's notice. That was Grandfather's order and I never changed it. You can take an army with you in that and all the furniture you want. If you really want to scare the shit, I mean crap out of the junk dealer, just call him after you land and order him to come aboard. After he's inside, close the hatch and take off before you tell him you want a refund or its sky diving lessons from thirty-five thousand feet for him." He giggled at the thought, "Of course you can't open a hatch at that altitude, more than once, but the dude won't be thinking too clearly about that."

"Why thank you Evan darling but I think several large men sitting in his salon on the genuine furniture I thought I was buying will be enough when the first chair breaks from rocking back on the rear legs," Becky answered with an evil smile. "Especially when I present the despicable man with letters that I intend to send to every decorator's journal I can think of exposing him if I don't receive a full refund for everything, including freight."

Buck thought it prudent to change the subject after his mother declined the use of Evan's 747. "Hey guess what, the twins are coming! They called when dad and I were talking. They bought a Challenger or a one third interest in one."

Bucky got effusive suddenly, "And they're loading it with cases of their best years to stock my cellar. Since Don Thomas didn't have time to help me, they offered their vintner's expertise." He sipped from his wine glass appreciatively and sighed with pleasure.

"Is Diego coming with them and Charlie, did they talk him into coming too?" Doug asked. "I hope so; I'll bet Rocket will be able to teach him to swim in no time when we get him to Dagger Cay, especially in the nice warm water."

"Yup, Charlie's coming. He wasn't at first until they threatened to tie him to his chair and load him up with the wine. Toby said they think he's a little bit scared of finding out once and for all if he'll ever walk again. Right now he's operating on guts and hope. Anyway, Diego convinced him just by saying he'd stay there on the ranch with him if he didn't agree to come along. Charlie didn't want Diego to miss out on living the good life with his half brothers even if they did move into the hacienda."

"Wow that's great, just in time to come with us to Dagger as soon as we get back from New York. I thought we all need a last vacation before school starts." Evan looked disappointed, "Everyone's invited of course, but now that you're going to Europe you won't be able to come with us," he said to Becky. "I really wanted you to meet my mother. I was hoping you and Doug's mom and Elise Wilcott would be getting to be friends with her and maybe go shopping and stuff, maybe another time."

Becky smiled, "Nonsense, there's no time like the present. After dinner I'll call Martha and Elise and you call your mother, tell her to meet us at the Nassau airport tomorrow morning. We four can go shopping in Europe." She ignored Bucky's nearly stifled moan, "When we're done we'll join you on the island. Thank you Evan what a delightful idea." She looked up the length of the table, "You men will have a busman's holiday until we get back and you'll have to start wearing clothes to dinner again."

Harm ate quietly while the others talked; he looked more and more confused. When Becky asked him what was wrong in a whisper, he answered truthfully, "I guess you could call it culture shock Mrs. Trenton. I never dreamed I'd be included in your extended family. I don't know anyone not really and I'm sure not used to being served dinner by a butler wearing a white tie monkey suit. I guess I'm not too used to having friends."

Becky patted his hand, "Well you start by calling everyone by their first names. I know exactly how you feel; Bucky and I aren't either, used to having friends I mean, good friends, who aren't just ass kissers, if you'll pardon the expression. Don't worry dear you'll adjust, our son and his relatively new friends seem to be excellent judges of character. Now you just tell me all about your family's shop. You say you sell jewelry and fine antiques? What an intriguing combination, after we get back from our vacation, the girls and I will have to visit. No woman ever has enough jewelry and there's always a bare wall in need of a table or chair." Bucky moaned again, Becky continued without looking up, "Or uncomfortable sofas for their penny pinching husbands to sleep on." She giggled to negate the threat, "Really, he's not all that tight fisted and now that he plans to build an entirely new university right here on the property, there's very little he can say about my spending habits."

The balance of that evening after dinner was spent discussing Trenton University. The boys all contributed suggestions eagerly. Buck got a lap top and began taking notes. No idea was too far out or too expensive not to consider. They studied the preliminary site plan avidly and Doug began penciling in additions including another lake carefully from a dam on the river that fed Wilcott's lake at a precise grade line then following the line on the topography around a long valley formed by low hills that would be the water's edge. He added bridges to connect his father's roads that he drowned in the design process and even sketched in an elevation of what he thought would look like tough or cool bridge designs in the margin.

Doug looked up at Evan suddenly, "Will we be in Ft. Lauderdale long enough to see Josh? Maybe we can invite him to the island, plus I want to see how far he's gotten with that big mother catamaran he's working on. In his last e-mail he said he built a small scale mockup of my mooring design. Maybe we can take it with us and try it out in the lagoon with the cat from Sea Song."

Evan shrugged, "I guess we can if you want to, or just chopper over later when you're done."

"If you want, Joe and I will wait for you then we can buzz over in HIM!," Will suggested and winked at Doug. "If we left a day later we'd probably still get to the island before Sea Song, he's so slow." Doug and Buck grinned. Will was baiting Evan.

Evan snapped up the hook, line and sinker with a delighted grin and instant retort, "SLOW! Sea Song cruises at forty knots that's pretty good for a boat his size, plus he can go anywhere in the world, you can't get your little tub further than the next gas station. If you want to save gas I'll get davits installed and take HIM! along as an extra life boat. You can even sleep aboard your little boat and maybe make believe. We better do that, and then you won't get lost getting to the island since I don't think you can find your way between two channel markers on the Intercoastal yet can you?"

"Ouch!" Doug giggled, "Score, Evan one, goon squad nothing!"

Evan saw them coming out of their chairs and had time to hug his knees in a fetal position. "You started it!" He squealed with laughter before Will and Joe pounced to start tickling him so he laughed even harder.

Doug grabbed the plan and abandoned the sofa pulling Harm with him out of the combatant's way. "How big is their boat, like an open fishing boat?" Harm asked.

"Not hardly; HIM!, that would be with all capitals with an exclamation point, is eighty feet or so. Evan jabbed the guys good because it's their first boat and maybe scares them a little. Its maybe ten knots faster than Sea Song but it isn't an expedition yacht; combine a big power plant with luxury and the trade off is tankage, fuel capacity. Of course the guys getting lost on the Intercoastal is bullshit, they have GPS, plus you can mostly see between Intercoastal markers."

"We heard that," Joe laughed, "don't YOU start," he warned Doug.

"If their yacht is eighty feet how big is Evan's?" Harm asked. He was getting frustrated asking what he thought were dumb questions.

"He was joking about the davits, Sea Songs' not that big, but he's one of the biggest yachts in the world, I guess about three hundred and sixty feet, give or take a few." Doug shrugged his ignorance. "Come on you're on our side," he pushed Harm suddenly and tripped him so he fell into the growing melee before he launched his body at Will's back when Will started wrestling with Buck and Tommy. Billy was trying to free Evan from under Joe. Will collapsed on the small boys and Doug's momentum tipped the sofa over backward.

Becky grinned and picked up the cardboard tube used to keep the plan safe and started clubbing everyone within range without effect, "I've told you about rough housing inside haven't I?" She asked before Bucky tackled her, wrested her sorry weapon away and got on top of her.

Bucky kissed his wife, and smiled down on her flexing his body against hers suggestively, "Since you'll be leaving early in the morning, we should be getting to bed shouldn't we?"

Evan sat in the back seat with Harm to begin the trip to Ithaca. Tommy sat up tall and proud in the front passenger seat. "What did your parents have to say when you told them you were moving to Trenton Hall and going to college on the web?" Evan asked.

Harm rolled his eyes, "Let's just say it's a very good thing I did it on the phone. You know, the usual; giving up my scholarship, maybe the deal's a scam, I'm a dumb kid, I'm disowned, stuff like that. I figure though if I show up riding in this tank surrounded by your bodyguards, plus Buck gave me a contract this morning before we left. My dad will study it looking for the loop holes I didn't see and of course he won't find any. They'll come around eventually."

"Did Bucky give you a check for tuition? That would make them into believers."

Harm shook his head, "Yeah it would have, but he said he'd send it directly. My coach was so upset after I told him; he stopped talking to me until he left to fly back. I am kind of leaving a hole in his team."

"Bucky should have given you cash," Evan squirmed around in his seat to lean over the seat back to rummage in their luggage. When he sat back down he held a metal case on his knees. The case was one of two he brought with him from the Sea Song's master suite safe. He cracked it open just far enough to remove a manila envelope and snapped it closed before he handed the envelope to Harm, "No problem, I know Bucky made a speech about spending money, but if you have to get a part time job, that will cut into your practice time." He grinned, "So what Bucky doesn't know about he won't worry about. You now officially work for me and that's your pay in advance for a year. Your only job will be to make the Olympic team with Doug and in the meantime beat the shit out of everyone else in all the upcoming meets."

Harm looked at his pay for a second before he handed the envelope back, "Thanks Evan, I can't take this, there's thousands of dollars in there," he paraphrased a comment Evan made earlier, "you don't need to pay me to be your friend, no one pays friends or charges friends, isn't that what you said?"

Evan looked surprised; a hint of a frown crossed his brow before he grinned and returned the envelope to his case, closed it again and tossed it over the seat back, "Fuck me if I didn't," he giggled, "or even if I did, anytime." He offered Harm his hand, "You're right, I guess I was trying to buy you, I'm sorry, that was kind of insulting I guess, maybe it's because I've been poor, beyond poor and I don't like thinking about guys I really like being in the same shape."

"Poor," Harm blinked, "I guess my family's poor compared to you guys, but we aren't down and out." He laughed, "My father's what you might call tight fisted, one of his favorite questions when my brother or I hits on him for money is; Am I made of money? That's just before he hands it over, he never says no, just complains a lot."

Evan started laughing until he was rolling in his seat, "Your dad and my grandfather would have gotten along."

Harm nodded, "Actually Dad could do a lot better if he'd move the shop to a new mall somewhere, but nope, Golden Jeweler's has been in the same spot forever in the heart of the business district downtown. We own the building. It doesn't matter that two thirds of the stores are closed, either out of business or if they were smart, took the plunge and moved where the customers are. Dad designs and makes beautiful stuff that would sell in a heart beat in New York City. But nope, the heart beats in downtown Ithaca. The problem is that it's so easy to tie up every penny in gemstones. He'll hardly look at anything second rate so his wholesalers don't bother. Dad's attitude is like if Harry Winston wouldn't buy it, Ben Golden won't either."

Harm stretched out his lanky body as he talked about his family. He glanced at Evan occasionally, looked out the window or stared into space, and didn't notice Evan's sudden interest when he mentioned the cost of inventory or see him glance back where he imagined the titanium case rested behind the seat. Tommy and Billy had their own conversation going in the front. Tommy was using a legal pad and wrote in large letters so Billy could read everything at a glance.

They'd been on the Interstate for a couple of hours and Tommy held his pad up so Billy could read it. "Damn Tommy," Billy complained with a grin, "if you wanted to learn to drive you should have let us know. As soon as we get back I'll teach you. It's really easy," he giggled and looked at Evan in the rear view mirror, "Evan learned after wiping out half of Becky's landscaping."

"Fuck you too Billy," Evan giggled, "A few bushes and some flowers, I offered to replace it all."

Billy saw Evan's expression change. He looked back to see how close the following Suburban was, then out the front window. They could see the lead truck several hundred yards in front of them over intervening cars. "Call the boys and tell them we need to take a leak at the next rest stop. Then Billy, you and Harm entertain them for a few minutes by the building. Keep them away from here while I get things set up. This is a long trip, we may as well all take turns at driving and Tommy's next, then me and Harm can get us into town since he knows the roads."

Tommy turned his pad sideways; one word filled the page when he held it up, "YEAH!!!"

Billy grinned, "What if they catch us?"

Evan shrugged, "What can they say?" He imitated Rod, "I say Evan, licensed drivers only please, or I shall have to take measures." He dropped the clipped accent. "They might make me ride with them for a while until I swear I won't do it again. Until the next time," he added with a giggle.

The parking area was crowded. Billy found a single space close to the sidewalk while the Suburbans weren't as lucky; they were parked close to the exit road and couldn't see the Hummer except for its roof line. Evan and Tommy jumped from the Hummer while it was still moving and ran for the men's room so they were leaving by the time Billy, Harm and the guards were approaching the entrance. "I told you not to drink that third Coke," Evan scolded Tommy in their hearing. The men grinned, shook their heads and kept on moving, thankful for a chance to get some relief themselves.

The boys ran for the Hummer. Tommy sat in the driver's seat and Evan adjusted the seat all the way forward and up as high as it would move, then clicked the seat back until that was vertical and pumped up the lumbar support for good measure. Tommy nodded that he was comfortable, could see and reach the peddles after he tilted the steering wheel all the way down so he didn't have to look through the ring. Evan scooted for the passenger side and gave Tommy a crash course in shifting gears. Tommy nodded that he understood the theory. The men left Billy and Harm with a wave and walked toward their trucks. Billy and Tommy exchanged caps and sunglasses and when the guards were safely out of sight, they exchanged seats. Tommy found reverse and backed out without stalling, his experience steering Dieter's small utility truck served him well. They waited until the lead Suburban started down the exit road before they fell in line in the middle position. When they passed the second Suburban that was to follow, Billy hunched down low in his seat while Tommy sat up as straight as possible so his silhouette appeared to be Billy's height behind the wheel if any of them could be seen through the darkly tinted glass. Tommy methodically worked his way through the shift pattern with a minimum of jerking and entered the Interstate traffic pattern doing sixty and accelerating in fifth gear.

"We agreed to keep it at between seventy-five and eighty," Billy told Tommy between giggles when he saw Tommy begin to overtake Rod and Jon with the speedometer creeping toward ninety. Tommy nodded and frowned while he eased up his foot pressure on the accelerator very regretfully. Tommy drove until they reached Scranton and got caught in traffic due to an accident. While they were stopped briefly, Billy and Tommy exchanged places because there was a scheduled stop for fuel. Billy thought he broke both knee caps when he attempted to fit his long legs under the steering wheel. He quickly adjusted the seat in time to move forward again with the surrounding traffic.

The Suburbans pulled up to gas pumps while Billy parked at the diesel pump. All four boys got out of their truck, Harm filled the tank while the others watched and congratulated each other on the success of their ruse. Harm glanced up to see Rod looking at them and frowning, he looked down again and mumbled, "Rod's looking at us like he knows something's going on."

Evan rolled his eyes, "Shit, you assholes forgot to change hats and sunglasses. Just hope he doesn't figure it out before we get going again. It's my fucking turn to drive. Hurry it up Harm we'll get moving before they finish. If he comes over here, all you guys look guilty as hell. You drive and we'll switch on the road and then switch again when we get close."

"Don't call us assholes," Billy argued, "You didn't think of it either, besides if we get caught I'll take the heat not you, because they work for you not me."

Evan looked up at Billy suddenly wearing a strange expression, "Anytime you get treated any differently than they or anyone treats me you just let me know. You and I are partners, we're equals and if they forget that I'll remind them if you don't. We let them boss us around when it comes to safety and security, but WE are always their employers and don't you forget that either."

Billy blinked at Evan's intensity, "Damn Evan, you sounded just like your grandfather, only without the accent," he grinned at his little joke.

Evan smiled, "Yeah, well I guess some things sank in." He heard the pump click off, "Screw the receipt Harm let's roll. Park off to the side; we'll wait for them behind this nice tinted glass out of sight and switch when we get back on the highway."

The Hummer slowed dramatically for thirty seconds, the time it took Harm to slip his butt across the console into the vacant passenger seat while Evan slipped between the front seats into the driver's seat from the back and Billy held the wheel steady by standing bent over and reaching forward from the back. Harm and Evan traded places again at a stoplight after they left the Interstate and were approaching Ithaca. Harm drove them to a residential neighborhood within walking distance of the University, near a large lake and parked in the driveway of a neat Victorian home that sat on a low bluff overlooking the lake across the street. He looked back in time to see the two Suburbans park at the curb. "That was interesting, trying to give directions by radio to someone somewhere in front of you, especially if they've already passed the turn," he grinned. "Anyway, we made it. Come on in and meet my mother. She seemed to be okay with my move on the phone. Dad will be at the shop until six, that's when the shit will hit the fan."

Sharon Golden, Harm's mother trailed his three year old sister Monica through the screen door to the wide front porch. Monica tackled Harm's legs and held on until he picked her up. After introductions were out of the way, Sharon first eyed the Hummer and then the two Suburbans parked on the street and the four young men who leaned against one talking quietly while they watched the group on the porch, the street and the neighbor's homes. "Bodyguards," she asked in surprise when Evan explained who they were, "you mean like the Secret Service guards the President?"

"Something like that, my grandfather was a European businessman, wherever we go, they go, or we don't go. I'm sorry; I'll send three of them and both trucks on ahead to the hotel if they bother you." As Evan explained, Jon and one of the new guards split away and walked up the property line to disappear behind the house. Two minutes later Jon returned, the new man did not.

"Oh no, let them stay," Sharon grinned, "the neighbors will be talking about this forever. They can beat some sense into my husband's head when he gets home. After Harm called, we watched the two hour special yesterday on national television." She looked up at her son, laughed and messed his hair, "You look so handsome on television. Anyway, he still thinks everything we saw and heard about the Trenton pool and Mr. Trenton is some sort of scam to lure our son away from home. Actually his problem is that he doesn't like the thought of our first born leaving the nest, although it would have happened already if Harm picked some other good swimming college to go to like USC, he had a stack of scholarship offers." She looked at Evan, "So you're the one who wants to meet my brother."

"I do?"

"My Uncle Nathan is our Rabbi." Harm told Evan, "He's the devout one in the family."

"Oh yeah, I do then," Evan nodded enthusiastically. "Do you guys need a new church here?"

"Church," Sharon's surprise showed clearly on her face, "what kind of a Jew are you?"

The boys laughed at Evan's cherubic look, "Actually I'm not, I'm adopted, but Grandfather was. He was in the underground during the war, I mean World War Two, he was blond and had blue eyes so he looked more Arian than most of the Nazis." He made a slicing motion across his neck, "Surprise! Grandfather asked me to build him a SYNAGUOGE," he stressed the word with a grin at Harm, "but I think a dozen would be better, a few here in the States and the rest around Europe and of course a big one in Israel. He told me it probably wouldn't get him into heaven, but that it sure wouldn't hurt." He glanced at Billy thinking of his grandfather's last request aboard the Sea Song, his stepfather, the other men and the sharks, "Actually I guess he's covering all the bases in the religion department."

"Where's Spencer, Mom?" Harm asked with a smile and a look across the street at an empty dock and then out over the lake.

Sharon frowned, "As if you didn't know, don't bother looking, you won't see the sail. This one isn't Jewish either, the way your brother's going he'll be a father before he graduates from high school," she complained cryptically before she explained. "My youngest son has a stable of girl friends and he takes them on sailing dates. His boat is small but it has a cabin. I'm sure he sails them straight to some secluded cove and then really sails them, if you know what I mean. I can always tell from the way they hang on him after they dock; such passionate goodbyes right out in broad daylight, I just know the neighbors watch our dock, the daily show is better than any soap opera. After the first time the sluts start calling him, but of course he's never home. I feel like his appointment secretary." She looked at Harm fondly, "You were never like that when you were in high school; girl crazy, it's just as well that you were always so shy around them. Get your education first, and then find a nice girl to settle down with." She brightened with a sudden thought and looked at Evan hopefully, "Do you have any nice girls in your family? Maybe you could introduce one to Harmon."

Evan was hard pressed to keep from laughing and was very careful to avoid looking at Harm. He shrugged, "Nope not that I know of, Grandfather's whole family was wiped out, I mean they didn't survive the war, sorry."

"Oh that's okay, Harmon couldn't be that lucky. Frankly I'm so pleased that he's finally made some friends at last," Sharon looked at Billy and Harm leaning on the porch railing looking out on the lake while they talked and laughed together, "Any friends at all are a start for him," she added in a whisper. She looked at her watch, "Make yourselves comfortable, I've got to start dinner."

"Oh no Mrs. Golden, I already made reservations at the Hilton where we're staying. No cooking for you tonight. There's a table for twelve, so the more the merrier." Evan saw Sharon frown when he mentioned the hotel, "The Hilton's all right isn't it? I mean if you know of some place better we can go there."

"The Hilton is wonderful, but it's so expensive."

Little Monica saved Evan from convincing Harm's mother that he could afford to take them to dinner when she tugged at Sharon's shorts, "Mommy he won't talk to me. Why won't he talk to me?"

Tommy followed the baby wearing a helpless look. Monica claimed Tommy as her friend as soon as they were introduced and took him to a collection of her toys on the other end of the porch. Evan got down on his knees and pulled Tommy down to his side, "Tommy would talk to you if he could, but his voice box, where words come from is broken and the doctors can't fix it. Can you read yet?" He asked knowing the answer.

"No, I like picture books with lots of letters. I'm almost four," she held up three fingers, "I'll read next year." Monica announced proudly.

Sharon laughed, "No darling you just had your third birthday, you have a whole year to wait before your next birthday party."

"Can I have a birthday party now? Then I'll be four!" Monica looked hopeful and reached to touch Tommy's lips, "Does your booboo hurt?" She asked with concern. Tommy took her small hand and moved it to his throat before he shook his head and smiled.

Evan looked back at the porch once when Harm walked with them to the Hummer an hour later. "Is your brother hung like you?" He asked with a grin. Spencer and his date for the day were back and standing on the porch saying goodbye until dinner. The girl was holding herself up by hanging on his bare shoulder and almost grinding her body against his arm and thigh.

Harm's face colored. He nodded and grinned, "Even better I think and I know he discovered what else it's used for when he was thirteen. That was when he started spending all his allowance on condoms anyway. The big prick even offered to share the wealth with me, just to get me started out, if you know what I mean." He laughed ruefully, "Like pity the older brother."

Ben Golden sat at the dinner table and looked where his wife pointed. He missed meeting the boys and seeing the two Suburban trucks and the four bodyguards at the house. Jon and Rod sat at a small table near the kitchen door so they could see who came and went and just as easily by turning their heads, the big round table where the party sat. The other two guards occupied a booth close to the dinning room entrance where their views included the entrance and the dinner party as well. All four ate big dinners but all were completely aware of where all the diners' eyes moved. They looked for unwarranted interest in the big round table. Ben argued that the young men were just graduate students until Evan grinned and said quietly, "Wink at us please." Ben's head swiveled between the booth and table in time to see the four obey the polite order. Evan touched his shirt collar and grinned, "We're wired when we go out in public like this." He nodded at Harm, sitting quietly next to his father, "Harm too," he added with a grin.

Harm still looked befuddled but obligingly turned over his shirt collar so his father could see the tiny microphone stuck there. Then he tipped his head, the receiver looked to Ben like a mini hearing aid plugging his ear.

"Anton Falconburg," Rabbi Nathan Schmitt repeated, "Oh yes I know the name. I'm a history buff. Your grandfather was highly regarded for his ruthless efficiency by those in the resistance movement. He was just a boy by all accounts, when he started, but the reasons are fuzzy. Do you know why he started out with his dagger?"

Evan looked off into space, "He wasn't home when the Nazis came for his family, but he got there in time to see them slaughtered for no better reason than the Lieutenant in charge of the squad liked their house. He moved in the same day. Grandfather sneaked in that night, found his hunting knife, it was a bone handled hunting knife not a dagger; anyway, he cut the officers' throat in his parents' bed. After, he burned the house down. He told me that, but not much more. I know he often posed as a Nazi officer so he could get in close and everyone on both sides called him by his code name, Dagger, and the Germans were scared shitless," he giggled, "I mean he scared them silly. No one who ever saw him lived to describe him, but in the morning they sure knew he'd been around because he left a kind of neat calling card." Nathan's face reddened, "But only on officers," he hastened to add defensively. "After the war was over, Grandfather told me he built his business from what he made from selling a stolen carton of cigarettes by the pack before he got into the black market big time."

Nathan nodded, "Did he ever tell you anything about hunting Nazis?" Evan shook his head. Nathan elaborated, "There are only verbal accounts, but he had contacts all over Europe. When he could afford it, he chased many down wherever they were hiding. Most were found, as you said with his calling card. He never took credit for those, but the few that knew him in the resistance just knew it was his work. There were three though, all high officers who were in charge of all the plunder, the most portable items and the most valuable; gems pried from their settings. The gold, platinum and silver were melted down, but the gem stones just piled up in a vault. They were priceless yet valueless because of the total weight of the treasure, sale of the stones would make them as worthless as pebbles on a beach, and there was no one in the world at the time that the Nazis could sell them to. You've probably heard stories of some loading trucks with gold bullion, but it was and is still rumored that these three men each filled a suitcase and decamped for parts unknown a month before the end. One would think that those stones would start to reappear on the market somewhere, but none ever have. Doubtless too, the three officers wouldn't be able to resist the temptation to live in a grand style which they certainly could afford, but they just disappeared along with the three suitcases. Your grandfather was already a supremely wealthy man for the time when he started inquiring about these scum, then he just stopped looking, stopped asking. His contacts assumed that he found them, but if he did, he didn't recover the gems because none have ever entered the market."

"What my scholarly brother-in-law means is the big most precious stones, some even named, were among the diamonds from engagement rings and other jewelry. Remember there was an elite Jewish society, industrialists, businessmen, even aristocracy, very wealthy," Ben smiled sadly, "if there wasn't they'd all still be alive, or their children would."

Evan paled back when Nathan first mentioned the volume of stolen then lost gemstones. No one noticed the change in his demeanor. He casually rubbed his neck under his collar then squeezed the match head sized microphone between his thumb and forefinger and leaned toward Nathan, "I must see you and Mr. Golden tonight after dinner alone at his store. Grandfather found them," was all he could safely whisper without Jon and Rod taking note that his microphone was disabled. The conversation changed to discuss the Trenton family and Harm's future. Harm squirmed uncomfortable at being discussed as if he were an item of inventory in the family store.

Harm was just getting into his bed when there was a telltale light double tap on his bedroom door. He smiled his pleasure at Spencer when he walked in as usual without waiting for Harm to invite him. Spencer was still wearing bikini briefs while Harm was naked. Harm was slightly taller and sported the hard lean body of a swimmer while Spencer had all the same muscles but they were less pronounced, less well developed. Harm finished getting in bed, lay on his side and propped his head up with his hand. He pulled the sheet up just far enough to cover his nakedness. "Hey bro, what's happening?"

Spencer sat down on the side of the bed; he grinned and shrugged, "Not much. I just wanted to tell you I'm glad you finally found someone. You had me worried; beating off all the time isn't all that rewarding. You were overdue for some action."

Harm tensed; his smile became fixed, "Say what?"

Spencer patted Harm's sheet covered hip, "I realized a couple of years ago, but yesterday when we watched that special, you got together with that guy Doug." Harm's smile disappeared and his eyes fixed on his younger brother's hand still on his hip. Spencer continued, "Don't worry Mom and Dad didn't notice and they probably won't figure it out for years."

"Ah, notice what?" The warmth of Spencer's hand started to burn through the sheet.

Spencer chuckled, "When you pulled him out of the pool after that one race, at the last second you turned sideways and stuck out your hip, this hip, and the Doug guy humped you with his package, just once. Right there in public. The look you guys exchanged, it was like a question and an answer; want to get it on, and, yup, right after the meet. I can't believe no one else noticed, or couldn't until I met Billy and Evan this afternoon and maybe the little kid Tommy too. Probably everyone right there around you noticed, they just didn't care, are they ALL gay? My God you sure stepped into a bucket of shit, and Mom thinks I'm oversexed." While he talked he hooked his pinky on the edge of the sheet and tugged it down until Harm was fully exposed to his view before he moved his hand back to massage warm taught skin. Harm started to say something; Spencer cut him off with a raised hand. "It's really cool you being gay. Mary, my date today is too, well not completely, she's bi. She has an older girl friend, and like on the second time I took her sailing she asked me if I was interested in getting together with both of them at the same time. You know like they'd put on shows for me, then one of them and I would fuck for the other.

"I only see them one or two times a week now, that's all I can handle, between them, they wear my sorry ass out. The second time, I was fucking Mary and Jill got between my legs she started playing with my balls first then graduated to my ass with her fingers. She used a lube and slipped first one finger home then another. She was getting me stretched a little. It felt okay, pretty good in fact. I figured what the hell. Then she got off the bed after she warned me not to come yet. She was back in a flash wearing a big dong strapped around her waist. The thing was like a shield covering her pussy. She stuck it between our faces and Mary started licking it. I was hot, man was I hot, and I started licking it too. Jill, the other girl said good; she wanted me to get it as slippery as I could because she was going to fuck me in the ass with it while I fucked Mary. I thought that over for a tenth of a second AND got even harder at the thought." Spencer paused and lowered his voice while his hand dropped to Harm's growing cock. "I was kind of thinking that since you'll be going away tomorrow, moving for good except for vacations, well I liked the plastic one, so how about giving me this? Just once, I just want to try out a real one just one time, you know like brother to brother." Harm finished growing in Spencer's hand. "Just once then I'll leave quietly and we won't ever mention it again. Please?"

Harm flopped to his back and squeezed his brother's hand surrounding his cock while he allowed himself a tiny shrug, "I guess being oversexed runs in our family along with big thick cocks. Fair warning though," he said while Spencer stood up long enough to peel off his underwear, "I'm told I'm kind of enthusiastic when I get going. I know that I won't be able to stop. I could hurt you." Spencer grinned and stretched out on top of Harm, fitting Harm's cock between his legs as he moved. Harm surrounded his brother with his arms and hugged him tighter. Their faces were a few inches apart. Harm was entranced and impulsively pulled his brother's head down to kiss him deeply with his tongue boring for the back of Spencer's throat.

Spencer's open eyes widened, before he responded in kind. When they finally broke contact, Spencer mumbled, "Holy shit! I didn't even think about kissing! That was awesome, man so erotic."

"Don't you make out before you go for it?" Harm asked in surprise.

"Oh yeah, but I meant with you, brothers kissing like that. Can we try that again? Bro it's a good thing you're moving out, this is all unreal. I can't believe we're actually doing this, but I'm loving every minute of it. If you didn't move I'd be in here every night."



"Shut up."

"Yes Thir!" Spencer whispered around his tongue as he became the temporary aggressor.

For Harm, the night with his younger brother was like living a long harbored erotic dream. He'd often used Spencer's image, his face, his beautiful body his big Golden cock and his tight ass as his master and his slave in heated jerk off sessions, and then suddenly he was there. He decided he'd give Spence what he wanted, but not yet, "Get off me a sec," he ordered and pushed.

"Huh, what, why, what'd I do?" Spencer rolled to his side looking confused and frustrated.

"Nothing yet duffus, if you want to play gay, that's what we'll do." Harm wiggled his way down the bed. When he was even with Spencer's cock he grabbed his hips and pulled him back on top. Spencer hung there above his brother using his arms. "Well? Relaxing now would be a good thing." Harm advised and opened his mouth waiting.

Spencer looked down between their bodies; surprise was evident in his voice, "Oh! Man, really? You should know I don't have much control either once I get going, shit I have to remember to breathe."

Harm didn't answer; he just pulled on Spencer's hips. Spencer's body bowed down slowly. He watched his cock until Harm snaked his tongue out to catch a drop of precum and that was all it took. His cock followed Harm's tongue back into his mouth and then just kept on going. "I can't believe I'm fucking you in the mouth. I can't believe I'm fucking you in the mouth," he repeated as he plunged in and out without the slightest regard for where his cock was going. There didn't seem to be a need for caution or concern as Harm directed Spencer's depth with his hands. That would be all the way he realized when Harm's nose began poking his abdomen just above his cock with every down thrust. The newness, the suddenness, they both felt a ferocity. Spencer barely stifled a scream when he came halfway down his brother's throat.

Little brother pulled away and scooted down the bed preparing to cuddle while he recouped his resources as he would've done with a girlfriend, but big brother had other ideas. Harm pushed on Spencer's shoulders, "Now would be a good time to practice licking on the real deal unless you can stand some pain," he suggested, "Because Harmful is hot to trot."

Spencer grinned, "I'm going to, but because I want to taste you not because I have to. I used some KY before I came in here. I knew I could make you because you don't have any more willpower than I do." After the first tentative lick, Spencer decided that sucking a cock, even his brother's big fat Golden cock was infinitely easier than eating a cum filled pussy, and a lot less messy. He'd eaten his own cum lots of times, a simple feat that always drove the girls getting the treatment wild and stimulated them to demand yet another fuck so he'd eat them again. He'd given up on condoms long ago; they were a pain to put on. Even the extra large ones were a bitch to roll down. Then there was always the drugstore cashiers' smirk, male or female. Eating pussy after filling it was Spencer Golden's economy method of birth control, so far, so good. Harm got Spencer out of his contemplative state when he suddenly grabbed the back of Spencer's head and held it tightly while his spurting cock filled the almost virgin mouth. Spencer didn't have to trouble himself with swallowing much. Later, when he had the time to think about it, he regretted that.

Harm abandoned Spencer and his bed long enough to visit their bathroom. Both were thankful that their rooms were over the kitchen at the back of the house far enough from their parents' room that they could even talk in normal tones without disturbing anyone. Harm returned clutching a pump bottle of skin softener. Spencer frowned while he watched Harm liberally coat his cock, "Hey, what are we doing here? You're supposed to be fucking me."

Harm giggled, "I will don't worry about that, but you first if you're up to it. Oh, I see you are. Wow, you on top will be like me fucking myself." Harm stroked the shaft with a slippery hand.

"Ah, I wouldn't do that too much." Spencer cautioned through clenched teeth. Harm took his hand away as if it was burning. Spencer moved aside to make room, "Did you do it to that Doug guy, or did he chicken out when he saw you hard?"

"Chicken out, are you kidding? Doug is so far ahead of me in the experience department nothing scares him. He told me that I'm the champion caliber wise, but there are two other guys in the group that are longer," Harm held up his hands, palms in and spread them with a giggle, "a lot longer. When I meet up with them, I'm the one who might be running chicken."

"What about Evan, is he in the group? And what about little Tommy, he's too young to do anything but dream isn't he? How many other guys are in the group? How'd they all get together? And Billy, he seems to be Evan's very good friend, yet I caught him eyeing my bathing suit a couple of times and you two obviously have been together. Doesn't anyone get jealous of their lovers fucking around behind their backs?"

Harm frowned and arranged his brother between his legs, "Have any of your girlfriends ever told you, you talk too much?" He lifted his legs and guided Spencer with both hands.

"OOOH!" Spencer moaned.

Evan and Billy took a taxicab to Golden's an hour after the party broke up. The front door was unlocked; they walked in and were stopped in a tiny glass vestibule by a locked inner door. Billy tapped on the thick glass. The boys discovered they were locked in a bullet proof box when the outer door lock clicked before the inside door buzzed when Ben Golden released that lock from somewhere unseen. The boys stood in a room that time forgot, a grand salon crowded with elegant furniture; empty jewelry display cases were placed haphazardly on tables and desks, their contents locked safely away for the night in a walk in vault whose door opened into the retail area. The lights were low but the entire room could be seen from the street by police patrol cars.

Ben motioned to them from a darkened doorway. When they were inside he closed the door and turned on the lights. "You said he found them?" Nathan asked without preamble, both men were nervous and excited as they eyed the case Evan placed on a desk.

"Yup, I think so. Grandfather called this his emergency fund, or one of them. This was in a safe on his yacht. I brought it along because Harm told me about you being a jeweler. I thought you could like take them on consignment, make nice stuff out of them, sell it, then we'd split the profits." He opened the case and first removed the envelope he attempted to give Harm. Then he pushed five banded ten thousand dollar bundles of currency aside so the real contents of the case were exposed. He turned the open case so they could see the glittering gems still nestled undisturbed in their foam cocoon. Even Billy sucked in his breath at the sight. "Pretty aren't they?" He asked academically. "When he showed me these I thought what you see was all there were until I was packing in some cash to bring along. The bundles wouldn't fit for some reason, they should have squashed down. I discovered that this is a top tray that just holds the real biggies." He lifted out the tray. Ben, Nathan and Billy stopped breathing, three-quarters of the case was filled with loose stones of every color and size, thousands of them like a box of colored gravel. Evan grinned, "They kind of explain why this bitchin' case was so heavy to lug around."

Ben reverently picked up a random stone and studied it with his loop before he placed it on an electronic scale, "Flawless at three point seven-five-four carats," he pronounced before he returned it to the hoard.

Nathan looked at his brother-in-law in a daze, "What did you expect? They had the finest jewelers, appraisers, and cutters at their disposal before they were packed off to the camps. You won't find anything less in there. The question is what are you going to do with them?" He asked Evan with a hard eyed frown.

Evan shrugged, "That's the problem, they're covered with blood. What are WE going to do with them? I'd give them back if I could. Before tonight I thought you'd just have a lifetime supply of gems to make into stuff and our little arrangement would be a neat profit center for us both." He grinned, "Profit center, I got that from Bucky. I like that phrase." His grin faded, "I don't want to profit from what, six million dead people. I was thinking maybe we could create a foundation like Grandfather did for the school and Bucky is doing to build his college. Maybe Mr. Golden, you could still make them into jewelry, but lots of it, start a factory. I could get some people together to sell the stuff all over the world. You should get a cut off the top, and the rest could go into a big fund. Maybe Rabbi, you could think up lots of ways to spend the money like clinics and hospitals and libraries and research centers, and scholarships, stuff like that all over the world too. Could we do that, do ya' think?"

They sat down and talked for an hour and during that time their eyes mostly stayed on the contents of the open case. Each and every gem contained an unknowable story and every one of the stories ended the same; in the owners' horrific death. Evan yawned which set off a chain reaction. "Okay so that's what we'll do." He closed and latched the case without including the envelope or the money. Keep this for expenses," he pushed the bundles toward Ben and handed him the envelope, "I tried to buy Harm with this, you know make him an employee in name only so he didn't have to get a part-time job that would cut into his practice time, but he wouldn't take it from me. Why don't you give it to him, some like every week as spending money? He'd probably accept it from you," he grinned, "and it would show him you approve of his big move, it bothers him that you don't and he really doesn't need distractions." He didn't wait for Ben to argue and started for the door with Billy. He stopped and turned, "One more thing, from now on whenever Harm and Doug have a meet somewhere, all you guys should plan on going, I'll send a plane to get you. Now, when do you want the rest of the stones?"

"REST?" Ben and Nathan managed in perfect harmony and total shock.

"Yeah," Evan sighed, "There are four more cases like this. I don't know what's in them; I haven't looked but probably about the same. Remember these were emergency stashes. I kind of think that Grandfather didn't know what to do with them all either so he just hid them. No one crossed him more than once if you know what I mean, so he never had to use them, but these rocks are serious blood money and he'd never touch them unless he had to. Can you guys give us a ride back to the hotel please?"

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