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I concentrated in relaxing, first my feet, then my legs and coming up. The relaxing techniques I knew came from Blake. I had needed them several times in the past after my father passed away. I focused on my breath and soon all the muscles in my body relaxed. Last, but not least, I let go of my face muscles till I felt a tingling at the root of my hairs. I stretched my head backwards, then to the left and to the right and finally pushing my head down till my chin touched my chest. After a few muscle exercises, I tried to relax my mind. It was a little tougher. What that woman had spitting out as venom was close to a rattlesnake's deadly fluids. I couldn't understand what my father has seen in her. This was just so opposite of everything my father had taught me and how he was himself. I started to guess my father must have been really happy when she left us.

In a certain way, over the years, I had idealized a mother I had not really known. All those images shattered to pieces when that woman had opened her mouth. I turned to Blake, who was still standing at the window, and asked him if she was still there.

• Yes, she is. She is sitting on the ground and took off her shoes to massage her feet. I guess I should go out and at least give her some water.

• Don't, I shouted, if you do that we would never get rid of her. She'll take it as a small sign of victory.

• Let me handle this Paul. I know what I am doing.

I was standing on my feet again and saw how Blake took a plastic cup and filled it with tap water. He went out of the house and to the woman sitting there, not knowing what to do. He handed her the plastic cup and apparently was talking to her as she was looking up to him. She unashamedly emptied the cup and threw it away on the lawn. Blake stayed calm and went to retrieve it. He leaned down and said something to her ear. She got up and started walking away. Blake came back to the cabin and we were all three looking at him, waiting for Blake to bring us up-to-date.

Don't worry, he said, she won't be back. I made it very clear to her that she was not welcome here and that if she ever in her life tried to get back here, she would be in serious trouble with the law, for trespassing, and with me for upsetting me. I advised her to ask in the village who I was.

Jonay, Justin and I were laughing out loud at that.

What I noticed is that the ugly smell I had had all day was gone. I ran out of the house and to the pond, cupped some water and inhaled deeply through my nose. It was once again clear and fresh and when I tasted it, it was back to normal. I sat down for a minute and thought about it. Blake was right if I looked at the evidence. My nose was warning me!

I felt a presence at my side and it was Justin. He touched me lightly on y shoulder and as I turned towards him he had a concerned look on his face. I smiled at him to reassure him and that seemed to be enough as I saw all the muscles in his face relax.

• You are ok? He asked.

• Yes Justin, I am fine. The smells came back. It is incredible that Blake could put his finger on what was happening to me. It is weird, you know!

• Yes, I know, he has surprised me more than once as well. How do you feel about the visit we got?

• Paradoxically I am glad she came and I hate her for almost ruining our day, I said. It was an awful experience to meet someone who claims to be my mother and who is a pure shame of mankind. On the other hand, I am glad to know that I will never regret that I didn't go and search for my biological mother. You know, I have a family here. Blake and Jonay are doing everything they can to make me forget my Dad passed away. Abuelo and Abuela are so kind to me and treat me like their son or grandson. Veronica and Teresa are sisters to me, or aunts, or ... I don't know. My father could not have chosen a better place for me to stay till I know what I will do with my life. It will always be a home to me. And there is you as well, Justin. You are my best friend, my shoulder I can cry on, my confident and even my lover. Tell me Justin, what more can I ask for? Really? You no the answer is nothing.

• Oh my ... where does all this wisdom comes from? Justin asked. Paul, you are just about to turn eighteen and you already speak like someone with a huge life experience. I admire you for that. You are a rationalist when you have to. You are a great sentimentalist when you want to. You are sometimes a kid in a grown-up body and sometimes a wise old man in a kid's body. I don't know how you do it, but I can only say that I am really proud of you and proud to be your friend.

We went back inside. Blake and Jonay were not to be seen, so we only assumed they were in the bathroom or in their bedroom. The bathroom door was wide open and there was nobody in there. We heard some noises coming from their bedroom and we could see the door was not completely closed.

• You said I could be a kid from time to time, I whispered to Justin. Well I am going to be a kid spying on the elders.

With that I tiptoed over to their bedroom door and give it a small little push so I could peek inside. The sight was beautiful as gorgeous buttocks moving between high spread legs met my eyes. The sight of it fascinated me. I realized I couldn't say who was making love to whom. The noises they made were exciting and I felt my cock swell. Justin just had his chin on my shoulders and was enjoying the show as much as I did as I felt his hard-on pressed against my ass. When the top man lifted his head and threw it backwards we could see it was Blake pounding in Jonay's ass.

• The old man has still a lot of stamina, Justin said.

But he said a little too loud and we both giggled at the comment. That's when Blake and Jonay realized they had an audience. It didn't prevent Blake to go on and moan out loud. We guessed he was about to shoot his load and when he began grunting like a wounded animal, we were sure he was unloading into Jonay. Jonay pressed his legs around Blake's waist and pulled him even deeper. They were both panting and trying to catch their breath. Blake collapsed next to Jonay and they were both looking at us. My shorts were tenting obscenely and Justin's cock was pushing at my ass. We knew we wouldn't need a lot to spurt our loads as well. Justin's hand glided over my chest and stomach and disappeared in the waistband of my shorts. He took hold of my cock and stroked it a few times, squeezing it in the upward movement and releasing his grip on the downward one. He pushed my shorts down and exposed me to Blake and Jonay who were silently enjoying the show. My cock was pointing straight forward and Justin's hand was doing the necessary to bring me close to climax. I couldn't stay idle and grabbed his shorts and lowered them as much as I could, standing with my back against Justin's chest. Nonetheless I could lower them enough to free his cock and guide it directly to my rosebud. I was that excited that my ass-muscles were twitching in anticipation. Justin was so excited that he was oozing pre-cum profusely, and that was all the lubrication we needed. He pushed forward at the same moment that I pushed back with my hips. The invasion of his cock was sudden, fast and deep. I gasped for air but Justin didn0t give me time to adapt and was pounding furiously in my ass. He hit my prostate at each stroke and brought me to climax at the speed of light. I spurted in front of me while he filled my insides. Once I was spent, I collapsed on top of the bed with my face in Jonay's crotch. It still smelled of his semen and his fragrance overwhelmed me. I inhaled deeply and my head was almost spinning. Being my reckless self, I opened my mouth wide and engulfed his flaccid cock. I couldn't believe what I tasted. It was amazing. I loved it. But I also knew I was trespassing a territory that I shouldn't. I let go of his cock and apologized to Blake.

I couldn't read his face. He was stunned and surprised with what I did. I can't say he was happy about it, but he was not angry either.

• Ok guys, Blake said, I guess this is it. We shouldn't have left our door open, but I can't say I regret it. It was hot and exciting. But, as you know, Jonay and I are pretty exclusive. What happened was a one- time thing, ok?

We agreed. I got up and pulled my shorts back on, as did Justin. We went to our room and had a shower, but as we had both come so forcefully, the grabbing and playing in the shower was only light.

In the afternoon I checked my e-mails and found one from Mr. Breckham. His first words were: "Are you kidding me?". He actually couldn't believe I was only seventeen going on eighteen. For him it was impossible that a guy my age knew so much about fragrances, extracting essences, and have such an extend in having all those smells catalogued. The fact I could also define them was something he couldn't understand because it was something someone could achieve only with years and years of constant work. He also asked me parent's details to contact them, as I was a minor and he wanted to meet me. I took my laptop to Blake to show him the e-mail.

• You see, Paul, he said, you have been honest with him and now he even wants to meet you. I think the best think you can do is giving him Jonay's e-mail because I don't have one, but I know how it works. The best you can do is forward this e-mail to Jonay's e-mail so that we can answer this gentleman's request.

• Why is it that he can't believe me? I asked.

• And why is it you can't believe us Paul? You are really gifted and what you can do is something really special and rare. This man seems to be a specialist in this field. He has probably years and years of experience and had never come across someone like you. He has probably dedicated his whole life to this. You are not even eighteen yet and he thinks you possibly know as much, if not even more, as he does. If a man of his knowledge wants to meet you, it is because he already respects you. We will write him an e-mail today. If you want to answer him in your own way, please do. There is no reason you change who you are or what you do because of his e-mail.

All what Blake told me made perfect sense to me and I was happy. It was so reassuring that Blake was always there and knew how to explain things to me. In a certain way he made me think of my father. Dad was always there as well, although at that moment I was a sick child. I was in pain most of the time and my Dad tried so hard to give me some good times. But the most important thing was that when I had a question, Dad always tried to answer me correctly. He was not ashamed to tell me he didn't know something, but he always promised to find the answer and he always did.

• Blake, I said, can I ask you something?

• Of course Paul! You know I will always answer you truthfully.

• Would you mind if I called you Dad?

For the first time since I knew Blake, he had tears in his eyes. He opened his arms and asked for a hug. I snuggled up to him and squeezed him in my arms. He stroked my back and ruffled my hair.

• I don't want to take your father's place. He was my friend. And I was so proud when reading his will. You can call me whatever it is you feel ok with Paul, but never, never forget Rusty, because that man saved your life in more than one way.

• I know that ... Dad!

From that day on, my life took a new course. I never forgot my real father, but I never again called Blake by his first name. The thing that changed my life the most was the first of many visits of Mr. Breckham. We all expected to see an older man, probably with white hair and round metal framed glasses. We were all wrong. Mr. Breckham was about the same age of dad. A fit man, very pleasant to talk to, intelligent and very well educated. He had a great sense of humor. After a good hour of talking, learning to know each other, Mr. Breckham asked us to call him by his first name, Angus.

• Yes, I know, my parents had a sense of humor when they named me!

He laughed heartedly. But I could sense he wanted more information about my abilities. I showed him my collection of flasks and the notes I had been writing down since I discovered my smell skills. He was truly impressed with all the flasks and my system to extract essences. I showed him how I did it and he was impressed once more. He asked me the criteria I used to have all the flasks in a certain order. He was surprised to find some of them on a place he had not suspected and when I explained him why they were there and not on another shelf, he began to understand my way of organizing things.

After a few hours in my bedroom, I took him out to Jonay's garden. He was at awe. He had himself a considerable collection of plants and flowers, but Jonay's garden seemed to surpass it. Dad and Justin felt a little bit as outsiders when we were talking about plants, flowers and fragrances.

• It is not that I doubt your abilities Paul, said Angus, but I would like to test your knowledge. Afterwards, I'll tell you why.

I agreed. He took out a blindfold from his bag and a number of flasks. He also had small strips of paper that he introduced in the flasks, waved them a few times and then passed them under my nose. He just wanted me to identify them. He did that with thirty-five different fragrances and there was only one I didn't know at all. He said it was normal as it was the fragrance of a South American and very rare plant. The smell was not really strong, but he said it helped a lot to fix mixed fragrances. I made a mental note of it so that I could look it up later.

• The reason I wanted to meet you Paul, before I knew your age, was to offer you a job in my laboratory. What I could see from what you said in the chat room, I was sure you had at least a university degree. When you wrote me a little bit more about your background, I first could not believe it. Today, of course, I don't have the shadow of a doubt about your skills and knowledge. The only problem is that I can't offer a job to a minor. We will have to wait that you turn at least eighteen. Of course, it depends if you would even be interested!

• What would be the job description of what you have in mind for him? asked Dad.

• Our laboratory is creating perfumes. Those perfumes have the particularity to be custom-made for a wealthy clientele. The second particularity is that we don't use any chemical substance, only natural ones. The job I was thinking about for Paul was to discover the personal scent of each client, identify it and then know what substances he would have to use so that it wouldn't be altered by the client's personal scent or sweat. Bottom-line, I wanted him to join us and create perfumes, but very, very much personalized.

I was beaming. Dad was thinking. Jonay looked as if he didn't believe his ears and Justin had that look on his face that said: "I told you!". Angus looked from one to the other and back. He had been very clear in his intentions and suggestions. He was actually waiting for us to say something.

Dad stood up and asked Angus to follow him. We knew what Blake was about to do: protecting me for future problems. They went over next to the pond, sat down in front of each other and held hands.

While Dad and Angus were connecting, Jonay asked me what I thought about this job proposition.

• It sounds really appealing, I said, but it means I would have to leave this place and I don't know if I am ready for that. Besides, I haven't seen the laboratory and I don't even know where it is located. I don't know what kind of salary he has in mind. I don't know if would be able to come back here on a regular basis. If I would ever accept this job, I would be in an environment where I don't know anybody. Jeez... to much uncertainties for the moment.

• Take your time to think things over Paul, said Justin. Depending on where you would be going, the possibility that I am not too far away exists. You know I am thinking about my life as well and for the moment I don't know where I will be heading. So, think it over. It seems like a hell of an opportunity.

When dad and Angus came back, Dad asked me to follow him into the cabin.

• Listen Paul, he said, Angus is a good man. What you want to do is up to you. You know we love you and will support you in any decision you make. Angus is genuine and honest. So, from that point of view, you don't have to be scared. His job proposition is with the best intentions. It will be up to you to prove you are worth it. I have sensed nothing negative at all. Maybe you would have to be closer to him and smell him. If any of the fragrances you perceive are bad, you'll know what to think.

• Ok Dad, I'll think it all over, but there are still some questions that have not received an answer and I intend to ask them.

• That's my boy, dad said.

I asked the pertinent questions to Angus and, just as Dad had said, he answered genuinely and without hesitation. The salary was more than I had ever dreamed of. When I asked about the laboratory, he asked me for an Internet connection and after introducing some codes and passwords, he reached the security cameras of the laboratory so that I could have a better idea of what it looked like. It looked far more pleasant than what most people think about such places: nothing like white neon lights and cold stainless steel furniture. He also showed me some pictures of the building and what was surrounding it. He also showed me the Website they had with the pictures of the other creators and they were all nice-looking guys. When I asked about the work itself, Angus got really passionate about it. It was clear this was a lifetime job and almost an obsession. I could see sparkles in his eyes when talking about the work that was done in the laboratory.

• You won't feel strange there Paul, as you already are surrounded by flasks, microscope and hundreds of books. We have a few flasks more, but yours are more exclusive. Your first job would be to get familiarized with the flasks we have and then add your personal touch. Each person in the laboratory has his own range of flasks that nobody else touches, except if it is in mutual agreement. I want every person, and we are not that many of them as you would be the fifth in the laboratory, to be able to add a personal touch with his own fragrances. We have our own way to detect client's odor, and when a client is satisfied with the perfume we created for them, that client is assigned to the person who created the perfume. With each creation you have a total carte blanche. We consider ourselves as artists.

It all sounded really good and I had to admit that my first fears were fading away. The prospect of working with Angus was getting to me and I even got excited. When I saw the passion Angus was showing, I also started to look at the person itself. He was passionate, that was clear, but he was also very confident, intelligent and clearly a businessman. He mentioned some figures and when I heard them my mouth dropped open and stayed like that. I could understand now how he could afford the salary he was offering.

Next to the laboratory there was also a huge greenhouse where a lot of exotic plants were grown. Angus had been that impressed with my way of extracting essences that he even asked me if I could teach the others how to do it as he thought my system was more efficient than the one they were using.

All in all, with all the information I received, I almost saw myself working there. I didn't give Angus a definite yes answer yet. I wanted to talk it over with Jonay, Justin and Dad once Angus was not there. I realized nevertheless that my decision was almost made. We talked further about more practical matters such as transportation, housing and so on. Around eight o'clock we all had a nice dinner and after that Angus left to go to his hotel.

• I am leaving tomorrow around noon, he said. That means if you have more questions or doubts, don't hesitate to call me. When do you turn eighteen Paul?

• In about two months time, I said.

• Well, you know. If your answer is positive, you know that the day after your birthday you can have a contract with all we discussed. I would really like it to welcome you aboard and I know you will be a very successful asset in our little company.

After saying goodbye, Dad drove him to his hotel. I supposed dad would give Angus a sort of lecture about what I meant to him and that even if we were thousands of miles away, he would keep an eye on me and my well being.

I thought the two months till my birthday would take endless time. I was wrong! First I had conversations with all the members of the family. First Abuelo and Abuela. I wanted to know what they thought about the whole situation and me being offered a job that would take me quite far away. They were very supportive about it all although I could see that both had to fight really hard to contain their tears at the idea of me going away. The sisters had the expected reaction to the news... very happy at first till they heard I had to go away. They both screamed and shouted that their was no way they would let me go, that my place was with them and that I cold not desert them and more of that kind of comments. But at the end they hugged me and said I had to accept this opportunity, as I would probably never receive a second one like that.

Dad and Jonay were very supportive. Dad, the pragmatic one, had analyzed the whole thing and thought it was my decision to make, but when I said I had sent an e-mail to Angus to accept the proposition, he said I was right. It was the perfect opportunity to see other parts of the world and face real life. He thought it was a unique chance for me to prove who I was and what I could do, although he added I didn't have to prove anything to them. They knew who I was. Jonay, who had been away for his university degree, just insisted that whatever happened, I was always welcome to come back.

Justin was the only one who didn't express his opinion. He was struggling with himself. He didn't know what he would do: staying here or going back to where he came form. He agreed it was a unique chance for me, but nothing else.

The day of my birthday we had the whole family coming up to the cabin. Veronica and Teresa had brought a lot of decoration and it was undeniable there was a party going on. Dad and Abuela had been working in the kitchen and the meal was absolutely fantastic. Abuelo and Abuela gave me a brand new mobile phone so they were sure we would keep in touch. The sisters and their husbands gave me a nice set of luggage for my forthcoming travel. Justin gave me a watch that was stunningly beautiful.

Dad and Jonay had set up a bank account in my name and put some money in it so I wouldn't have to worry about financial matters. They thought it was more important than any gift they could give me. When I saw the amount on the bank account, I was flabbergasted.

Blake's POV

It was time to take Paul to the airport. Jonay and I had not shut an eye the whole night. We were happy for Paul and for that wonderful opportunity Angus was giving him, but we would miss him ... a hell of a lot! I knew everything was going to be fine for Paul, but nonetheless!

We all hopped into the Range Rover. The rest of the family would join us at the airport. It reminded me of the times I was driving Jonay to the airport to go to university. I knew I wouldn't need a lot before the tears would appear. Jonay was in the same state. He held my hand all the way to the airport.

We all tried hard to keep up a good face, but soon we lost the battle. We were all crying and holding on to each other when Paul passed the security check and went to the boarding gate. I had the strange feeling we wouldn't see Paul in quite some time!

Once we were back at the cabin, Jonay grabbed me and we hugged like we had never done before. Jonay was sobbing and I followed soon.

• Our son has left the nest, Jonay said.

I had to agree with him.

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