I'm Mike Rivers. I'm a twenty-eight year old gay male and happy with my life. However, you need to know some things about my life to understand my story.

My dad joined the Marines straight out of high school and did his basic training in California. After basic training, dad went on to advanced training there at the same base. It as then that he met my mother. She was a freshman at the local college. They hit it of right away and began dating. After six months, mom was pregnant with me.

Her dad was furious and hated my dad for 'spoiling' his daughter. Mom and dad married and mom became a Marine wife, following dad wherever he went when she could. Her father refused to allow my dad anywhere on his property. He continually said how he hated dad and how dad had 'stolen' his baby girl.

When I was three, Mom was killed in an auto accident and I went to live with my dad's parents until he could finish his enlistment with the Marines. I never saw my grandfather after that.

Fast forward to a few years ago.

I had graduated college and began work with a large shipping company and soon became a supervisor. I had a good job, a nice house, and many friends, bot gay and straight. My life was great.

Then, one Friday afternoon after arriving home from work, there was a knock at my door. I opened the door to find a man in his late forties dressed in a business suit. He was handsome and looked younger than his actual years and well built. I liked what I saw but seeing the gold ring on his left hand knew it was hopeless.

"May I help you?" I asked.

"Are you Michael James Rivers?"

"That's right," I replied. "What's this about?"

"Mr. Rivers, I'm Carl Braxton. I'm with the law firm that is representing the estate of your grandfather, James Dixon."

"The estate?" I asked.

"Yes, that's right. Mr. Dixon passed away three months ago and we've been looking fr you ever since."

Stunned, I said, "Please excuse my manners. Please come in."

He did and as we sat in the living room, he continued.

"My firm handled all Mr. Dixon's affairs. He had you listed in his will as his only living relative and left his entire estate to you."

"Mr. Braxton, I haven't seen or heard from my grandfather since I was three years old. I wouldn't know him if I saw him." I continued and explained what had happened.

"I'm sorry, but that sill doesn't change his will."

"I understand. What can I do for you?"

"Mr. Rivers, over the years,your grandfather accumulated over two thousand acres of forest land in Colorado. He built thirty cabins and rented them out for vacations. Besides those cabins, there is the main house as well as his bank accounts and stocks. Mr. Rivers, you're a very wealthy man because of your grandfather."

I sat stunned at what I had heard and just sat there in a daze, trying to take it all in.

"Mr. Rivers, would it be possible for you to come to Denver so we can get the estate settled?"

"Uh, yea, sure. How about a week from Monday?"

"That will be fine. Give me a call and I'll meet you at the airport."

"I'll probably fly in on Sunday. I can rent a car and meet you at your office Monday morning. Just give me a time."

"As you wish, sir. Here's my card. How about a ten o'clock meeting?"

"Fine, I'll be there."

We said our goodbyes and I grabbed a beer and sat in silence, still trying to digest all I had heard. The words, 'very wealthy man' kept going through my mind.

On Monday, I sat down with my boss and filled him in, explaining that I needed time off but wasn't sure just how long it would be.

"Mike, take all the time you need," he told me.

The following Sunday, I flew to Denver and rented a car then checked into a hotel within walking distance of the lawyer's office.

At ten to ten,I walked into the office and met with Mr. Braxton. In their conference room, was a map of the area fifty miles west of Denver. A bright red line encircled an large area.

He explained that it was an aerial view of the property. We covered all the paper work after the reading of the will.

It turned out that besides the property, I had been left over two million in cash, as well as stocks worth over three million. All taxes were current. I signed all the paper work and Mr. Braxton said he would handle having everything put in my name, and it shouldn't take but a few days.

He agreed to take me to the property on Tuesday and show me around. As we drove, he said, "In the last few years, your grandfather's health wasn't good. The rental cabins have gone into disrepair and are in bad shape. What you do with them is up to you. However the main house is in excellent condition and has a view to die for. Oops, that might not have been the right choice of words."

"I understand what you mean," I replied.

We arrived and he as right. The main house sat on top of a ridge and had a spectacular view in every direction. The house was large and had a porch surrounding the house on all four sides.

The house contained four bedrooms, each with a private bath, as well as a half bath off the family room. There was a large kitchen with breakfast area, living room, dining room, game room, den, and out back a large pool and patio with a cabana with bar, fridge, and barbecue pit. All this sat n the edge of a medium size lake. It was awesome, to say the least. I couldn't believe it was all mine.

We drove to the rental cabins which were a few miles away. They were spaced fifty or so yards apart. Some sat on he edge of the lake while others were set back in the woods.

They were indeed in bad shape. I figured I'd see what it would cost to have then taken down and removed, then have ten or so rebuilt spaced farther apart.

Three days later, everything was finalized. I now had a bank account in town and the property and stocks had all been trans erred into my name. I was given the keys to the gates and house. My hands shook as i accepted them. Mr. Braxton noticed and said, "I know. It's a lot to take in all at once."

"Yes it is," I replied. Then looking at him I said, "Mr. Braxton, I'd like to retain you as my lawyer in case anything comes up.

Stepping up to me, he said, "It will be my pleasure, and please call me Carl."

We shook hands and as we did, my emotions took over and I burst into tears. He came to me and hugged me and as he did I said, "I wish I had known him."

Carl held me and let me have my cry. As I regained my composure, I pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. Down below, I could feel his hard cock pressing slightly against my body.

Our eyes met and held, and for some reason I still cant explain, I leaned forward and kissed him. He didn't pull back. In fact, he began to return the kiss and our tongues were soon exploring each others mouths.

after a hot passionate kiss, we separated and he went to this desk and pressed the button on his intercom saying to his secretary, "Ms. Jones, I'm not to be disturbed."

"Yes, sir," she replied.

He came back to me and we kissed again and as we did his hand went to my crotch and began fondling my hard cock through my slacks.

I felt his hand sliding my zipper down and his hand reach inside and start extracting my hard cock. Once it was exposed, he slowly dropped to his knees and began sucking me. I was stunned since I knew he was married. Soon, I climaxed and he devoured every drop swallowing hungrily.

When he stood, i did the same to him. His cock was beautiful and I loved sucking it. Soon, I was devouring his rich thick creamy load.

As I stood, he smiled and said, "I wanted you the moment I saw you."

"I wanted you also but I saw the wedding band and figured it was hopeless."

"She doesn't know, but she's in her own world. She had a stroke and seldom even knows who I am."

"I'm so sorry."

"Thanks," he replied. "Mike, if you're around and want to get together, just give me a call, but because of my position, I do need to be discreet."

"I understand. I'll be in touch."

"You staying out at the house tonight?"

"Yes, I am. If you can, stop by for a drink."

"I just might. Listen for the gate intercom."

I said I would and left, not believing we had actually sucked each other there in his office.

I checked out of my hotel and drove to 'my' house. I put my things away and walked out onto the back porch through the door from the master bedroom. It was so quiet and private. Knowing the gate locked automatically, There on the porch I stripped nude and let the cool breeze caress my body. I knew I could live this way here all the time.

Carl arrived just after four and I buzzed him in. When he arrived at the house, I was waiting for him on the front porch, nude, with two beers ready for us. As he got out of his car he smiled, and paused and left his suit jacket and tie in his car.

Soon, we were sipping our beers on the porch both nude. After the beer we went to my bedroom and had hot passionate sex, sucking and fucking each other.

I flew back home and told my boss everything, offering my resignation at the same time.

"Mike, do me a favor. I've been thinking of expanding the company. Look for some property suitable for a warehouse in your area and let me know. If things work out and we build a second location, I'd like you to run it if you would."

"I'll look for the property and definitely consider your offer," I said. We shook hands and he wished me well.

Since-my new home was perfectly furnished, when I put my house up for sale I included the furniture. I called a mover and had everything packed up and moved. I sold my car o a young college student, deciding to buy a new one in Colorado.

Within a week, I was completely settled in.I spent a lot of time checking out the area and looking over the rental cabins.

I contacted Carl and told him I wanted to donate everything usable to a good charity and asked if he had any suggestions. He did, and gave me the name and who to speak with. I called the man and told him what I wanted to do and he was thrilled. We agreed to meet the following day.

He came out and I took him through each cabin. He marked everything he wanted with a red tag, which was almost all the furnishings. He said he could have a large van out the next day to pick up everything.

The following day I met the truck and took them to the cabins. The men had been instructed to pack up every item with a red tag on it. I also told them that if there was anything they wanted for themselves that wasn't marked to feel free and take it for their personal use. When they left, all the cabins were almost totally empty.

During their loading one young man came to me and said that there were some things he wanted and asked if he could come back that weekend and load them up. Of curse I said yes. He was hot and muscular and I definitely wanted to see him again. He was excellent 'eye candy'.

That weekend I was on the porch when the gate buzzer sounded. It was Paul, the young man. I buzzed hm in then went inside and put on just a pair of shorts.

He arrived in his pickup pulling a small trailer.

"Mr. Rivers, I'm sorry I didn't call in advance, but I lost your number.

"No problem Paul, I said, "and please call me Mike."

Sure, Mike," he replied.

"Let me get some shoes on and I'll take you over to the cabins."

Soon, we were at the cabins and he went from one to the other loading up damaged furniture. I asked why he wanted the damaged items.

"I can fix them up and make them perfectly usable. Some I'll keep and use and the rest I'll sell."

"Good for you. Take what ever you want."

As he loaded his choices, he asked what I was going to do with the cabins.

"I'll probably check around and see what it would cost to have them torn down and everything hauled off."

Paul was in his early twenties and extremely muscular. As he worked he removed his tee shirt revealing a muscular hairy chest. He saw me

checking him out several times and smiled.

At the last cabin, he stepped to the side of his truck and without hesitation whipped out a beautiful long cock and started pissing. I couldn't help but look at his cock. When he finished,he took his time milking it. Before putting it away, he had started getting slightly boned and it was obvious he was commando.

Seeing his cock start rising, triggered mine and being commando, mine was obvious and he noticed.

He got what he wanted from the last cabin and as he closed up the trailer I asked, "Did you get everything you wanted?"

Stepping up to me, he smiled and said, "Not everything. There is one more thing I want."

"Sure, what is it?"

Reaching down he grabbed my cock and said, "This."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"You bet."

"Well, I did say you could have anything you wanted, but lets go back inside."

We reentered the cabin and I walked over to a mattress on the floor. Dropping my shorts, I stepped out of them and lay on the mattress and spread my legs.

"Why don't you get comfortable also," I said.

In an instant, he was out of his shorts and his cock was hard. Getting between my legs, he began licking my cock and balls before swallowing my cock. After a short moment, I stopped him and had him get into a sixty-nine. Seconds later we were hungrily sucking each other cocks. Our climaxs arrived soon and we both eagerly swallowed, then kissed passionately.

As we dressed, I invited him back anytime he wanted. He quickly agreed.

Back outside, he said he had a suggestion for the cabins. I asked what it was.

"I have a friend that is with the fire department. They frequently do training on abandoned buildings when they can find them. If you offered the cabins to them, they would possibly agree to have the remains removed after they burn them down."

"Have him contact me," I said. I found a pen and paper and gave him my numer again. "Don't loose it this time."

"No way," he said with a smile.

After another ong passionate kiss, we left the cain site and I returned to the house. I definitely wanted to see Paul again and have his long hard cock up my ass.

Three days later, I got a call. I answered and heard "Is this Mike?"

"Yes it is. Who's calling?"

"This is Greg Sims. I'm a friend of Paul's and with the fire department. I think he mentioned me to you."

"Oh yes, about using the cabins for training."

"That's right," he said. "I was wondering when the Captain and I could come out to look the site over."

"Anytime that's convenient with you," I replied.

"How about noon tomorrow?"

"Perfect," I said. "I'll meet you at the gate."

The next day i was at the gate to the cabins early and waited. I wondered if Greg was as hot in person as he sounded on the phone.

Soon greg and his captain arrived and I led them to the cabins. As they looked them over I looked Greg over. He was hotter than he sounded. Several times he looked my way and saw me looking at him. He's just smile and wink. I wondered if it meant anything.

They looked ofer several cabins and the captain finally said, "This will be perfect. We can do one at a time and get in some good training. Mr. Rivers, Greg here will be in touch with the details." As they got into their car, greglooked at me again and winked. I hoped it meant something.

TO BE CONTINUED..............



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