Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2015 03:22:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Gaggle Of Boys 1

This story was first posted in 2008. I received a great deal of response as
well as encouragement to continue the story. However it got lost in the mix
of new stories and was forgotten. I have recently received encouragement
from quite a few readers requesting that I continue it. So, I've added more
description, changed things around a little bit and am hoping to add at
least 1 more chapter, maybe more. I hope it meets with your
satisfaction. If not, oh well.

Hugs,
Tag_m

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I tended to hang out for a few hours, or sometimes a few evenings and
sometimes an entire Saturday or Sunday, every week at my best friend Stan's
place. We'd been friends since he was fourteen and I was
nineteen. Introduced through an older brother, I'd been somewhat enchanted
with Stan since we first met. Slender, slightly wavy blond hair, deep blue
eyes, and a somewhat pale Nordic skin coloring, Stan had a straightforward
attitude. He tended to tell people what he thought and did so in no
uncertain terms. He was funny, sarcastic, honest, and loyal. He and I hit
off from the very beginning, although at no time was it ever a sexual
relationship although I had been totally attracted to him from the moment I
first laid eyes on him. Stan was as straight as they come although he is
totally tolerant of my sexual orientation even though he didn't become
aware of it for a good ten years or more after this story took place.

Ours was a very symbiotic friendship; Stan and I were opposites in many
ways. I grew up with my family in a small town; Stan, the youngest of three
siblings, had been raised by his grandparents since birth. He never
graduated high school, electing to leave his inner city school a few months
into the 10th grade after being robbed at knife point. My interests tended
toward the intellectual whereas Stan's were mechanical; I was more of a
white collar and he was blue. I was educated and very articulate while Stan
sometimes had difficulty expressing his thoughts and because I often helped
him find the words he was looking for earned the nickname
Mr. Dictionary. Stan was incredible when it came to making up nicknames for
people we knew, some of the nicknames totally hilarious. In fact, other
mutual friends seemed rather honored when he bestowed a nickname on them.

We had both gotten married and subsequently divorced in our
twenties. During his marriage Stan ended up gaining custody of his sister's
son Kriss, the boy's mother being a drug addict and not able or perhaps
willing to take care of her son. It pissed Stan off and since he and his
nephew got along great, it was no surprise when Kriss told his mother to go
fuck herself and moved in permanently with Stan. Hell, the kid spent a
majority of his time there anyhow.

Stan was also an excellent mechanic, having learned at the feet of his
grandfather and uncle in their neighborhood shop back in the sixties when
cars were much easier to work on. Needless to say when I had a mechanical
problem, which was more frequent that I liked, I always went to Stan
first. Although twisting wrenches was more of a hobby than his primary
profession, Stan's heart and serenity lay in working on cars, and his
abilities verged on mystical.

Whenever I went to Stan's house it seemed as though there were always a
handful of boys, Kriss's friends, hanging out which had been an occurrence
long before Kriss lived there full time. It was a safe place for boys; it
was like a boy's club. There were no mother's or other women nagging at
them to close the door, wipe your feet, don't eat in the living room, watch
your language and all of the other admonishments that come when adult
females inhabit an area. Don't get me wrong because the boys didn't run
wild or do anything and everything that they wanted. There were rules and
Stan was a strict disciplinarian in many respects. It was just more
relaxed, an easy place to hang out for any male, boy or man.

Kriss and I had gotten along better than he and Stan in many ways. I wasn't
the primary male in his life or the Alpha male of the household. Kriss had
known me all of his young life and he, as well as Stan, had often turned to
me for help in resolving a conflict between them. Also there were things
that the boy didn't feel comfortable talking to "his dad" about and so
turned to me. And of course there was the fact, totally unknown to Kriss or
his friends, that I loved and adored boys and as such was more tolerant of
their overall behaviors than many adults. Because I was a regular at the
house I knew most if not all of the boys that hung around and had very good
relationship with all of them. In their eyes, I was cool.

On more than one occasion I had been at the house waiting before Stan to
get home from work or whatever other project he was working on. I generally
kibitzed with whoever was there and while the discussions could get pretty
interesting, as the boys started to mature the topic often became sexual in
nature.  At the time that this story took place most of the boys were 13
years old, Kriss being one of the oldest of the boy pack, but there were a
couple of 12 year olds as well.

Like all boys they loved to rough house and since I enjoyed wrestling with
them, and what boy lover wouldn't, the visit often included king of the
mountain or just plain old "let's mob Seth," which was my name. Sometimes
it happened outside and other times in the house, which wasn't allowed. At
times like that, when Stan wasn't there and a rule got broken I never
ratted the boys out so they knew they could trust me and that included
Kriss.

That also included sexual play, although up until this story, sexual play
was generally bantering about a boy's sexual attributes or activities and
by the time this story happened I'd seen plenty of the boy's naked butts
and at least one or two hairless butt holes. Like most boys in the company
of other boys they had no reservations about mooning each other and since I
was one of the boys my presence didn't inhibit them in the least.

Sleep over's at Stan's were often a weekend occurrence. If I happened to
show up on a weekend morning it was rare not to see anywhere from one to
five or more boys other than Kriss racked out in the living room. I'd seen
all of them at one time or another splayed out in their underwear still
sound asleep. I'd seen them cuddled up with one another in sleep and I'd
seen plenty of rock hard boy cocks barely concealed under briefs as they
slept. In fact sometimes when a boy got up to pee he didn't bother to hide
the tent in his underwear and when they got up and stayed up they generally
didn't bother getting dressed immediately, often wandering around, eating,
or even watching morning cartoons in their underwear, often without shirts
on. The boys seemed to be totally unselfconscious about their bodies and
Stan didn't seem to care one way or another. It was a house of, and for,
guys. And I loved being there.

So it was that I showed up at Stan's early one Saturday morning and let
myself in. I could see that the bathroom door was closed so plopped down in
an easy chair to wait, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, said
dimness caused by the closed curtains. As usual there were boys laid out
asleep and I saw that they'd moved the coffee and end tables out of the way
in order to make room. As my eyes adjusted I counted six of them and true
to form they were practically naked.

Kriss, who had commandeered the sofa, had been lying on his side with a
blanket pulled up to his hip with about five inches of white cotton brief
exposed. On the floor the other boys were scattered sort of helter-skelter
in various stages of cover. I noticed that toward the end of the small room
two of the boys were sleeping close, the one completely uncovered had one
had his arm draped over the other's stomach and that boy was covered to his
belly with a sleeping bag, although one bare leg was completely exposed up
to his thigh.

A rustling drew my attention back to the sofa where Kriss had rolled onto
his back with his arm thrown across his eyes. The movement caused the
blanket to get pushed off and I could easily see that the thirteen year old
had a raging piss hard on. In addition, his boner had pulled the front of
his briefs so that it opened the leg hole and I could see a part of his
wrinkled sac sticking out. Kriss was definitely growing up.

It was difficult for me to take my eyes off of Kriss, my mind creating
images of what his boyhood charms might look like. I glanced at the other
boys, all dead to the world, and saw lots of flat boy belly's and chests,
at least one brief covered bubble butt of a boy who'd thrown off his
covers, and least one more uncovered but clothed boner.

Back at the end of room I watched as the boy with the hand on his belly
rolled over onto his belly. His movement caused the boy next to him to roll
away from him. The other boy continued to roll and in the process brought
one leg up and draped it across his friends' leg. All of the movement
caused the sleeping bag to fall off of the boy exposing his bare little
butt. Sweet Jesus, the kid was totally naked which caused me to wonder just
what the boys had been up to the night before and also made me wonder if it
had been just those two or all of them.

I got up slowly and made my way over to where they continued to lay,
careful not to disturb any of them. Standing at the feet of naked boy I
could clearly see his balls, completely hairless, as they rested in a
puddle on the sleeping bag between his thighs. I squatted down to get a
better look. Had his leg been brought up any higher I would have been able
to see the puckered muscle of his hole. How he was lying created one of the
views of a boy that I loved the most. I found it provocative and sexy as
all hell and I wanted to drop down and lick the boy's hairless sperm makers
then spread his cheeks and bury my tongue up his hole until the cows came
home.

I heard the shower shut off in the bathroom so gently covered the boy. I
wasn't sure just how Stan would have reacted had he seen the boy like
that. I also wasn't sure if the other boys knew that he was naked and
wanted to spare the boy any embarrassment. I went back to the chair and
waited, continuing to cast my eyes over the boy buffet. Stan came out of
the bathroom in his underwear, said good morning and continued down the
hall, my own greeting following him. My eyes went back to the room and I
watched Kriss's lithe young body go stiff as he stretched out, arms out in
front of him. As he relaxed both hands went to his crotch to squeeze and
push at his rock hard cock and gently tug at his balls, something I was
sure most males did when they awoke in such a condition. I certainly did.

"Shit I gotta piss like a race horse," he said to me then yawned.

"That is fairly apparent," I responded and the boy smiled at me, then stood
up and stretched again, his groin not more than two feet from my
face. Kriss was a little hottie, pure and simple. His hair was a mix of
various shades of blonde, sandy being the most prolific and a light blonde
coming in second. He wore it long; past his ears and across his
forehead. It would have been a bowl cut except for the fact that the ends
flipped out on the sides and curved to left side above his thick
eyebrows. If not for the curve at the bangs is would have reached the
bridge of his narrow nose. Kriss sported a beautiful set of blue eyes and
long dark lashes. His face was completely smooth and blemish free. I would
have loved to cuddle up naked with the kid.

He walked passed me toward the bathroom, not bothering to hide the fact
that his cock was straining against his underwear. I watched him pass, once
again wondering just what he looked like under there then admiring his
tender butt as he walked away. Kriss looked to be well enough endowed for a
boy his age and looked like he might take after his uncle. I'd only seen
Stan naked once and had been thoroughly impressed with the then seventeen
year olds body. His cock had been completely flaccid but still looked to be
a good seven and a half thick inches long. Kriss also took after his uncle
in the looks department and the similarities were strong enough that people
often thought that he was actually Stan's son.

Stan finally came out of the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen to
put on coffee. His nephew came out of the bathroom shortly after and went
over the where the covered but naked boy was sleeping and gently shook him
then leaned down and whispered something to the kid. Kriss then pulled a
t-shirt from the pile of clothes strewn about the floor, tugged it on and
headed toward the kitchen. The boy he woke up propped himself up and looked
toward where I was sitting and I saw that it was Toshi, Kriss's Japanese
friend.

Another slender, small statured boy, Toshi was a nice light brown tone. His
pitch black hair was kept short except for the bangs which were longer and
slightly spikey. The boy had large black eyes, and like Kriss a completely
smooth face along with an award winning smile that he showed often.

"Hey Seth," he said then yawned as I heyed him back. He fumbled around
under the sleeping bag then rolled onto his back, pulled his knees closer
to his chest and went through the obvious motions of putting his underwear
on. Done he tossed the covering off then stood up and headed to the
bathroom, the front of his underwear covering another obvious boner. I
checked his ass out as he walked away, remembering what it looked like
before he'd covered it. I practically licked my lips. His body was nicely
defined although not overly so.

So, I thought to myself, at the very least Kriss knew his friend had slept
naked, and now his friend probably figured that I knew it and it appeared
that neither one of them cared that I knew. I was then very curious as to
what might have taken place the night before and of course the vision in my
mind was of a houseful of naked teen and preteen boys sucking and fucking
and doing all manner of nasty things to each other. Fuck would I have loved
to be a fly on the wall the night before. Better yet I would have loved to
be a participant in whatever boy play they might have engaged in and it
certainly looked to me like something had gone on.

Stan came in, handed me a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa, his own
cup in his hands. We talked briefly about the local university basketball
team then the day's events, which were to head out to a wrecking yard and
pick up a door to replace a banged up door on a car he was working on for a
friend. As we talked Toshi came out of the bathroom and headed toward the
kitchen, I assumed to get a bowl and then join Kriss at the table for
cereal.

Stan and I blathered on then got up to refill our cups when the phone
rang. Stan answered it and while I could only hear his side of the
conversation it was clear that there was a problem. The call ended with
Stan saying that he'd be there in about three hours.

"What's up Uncle Stan?" Kriss asked as soon as Stan hung up the phone.

"My dad," he said looking at me, "he's had a heart attack and they've got
him in ICU. He's okay but he's not out of the woods and they're gonna keep
him a few days. I gotta get down there." The look on my friend's face
wasn't shock but there was concern. Stan and his dad didn't get along real
well. His father had left Stan to be raised by Stan's mother's parents
shortly after Stan had been born. His mother had been killed in a freak
accident and his father hadn't felt that he was capable of raising the
other two kids as well as a newborn baby. To make matters worse his father
hadn't lived all that far away, an hour at most, but regardless, regular
visits were infrequent. Stan always felt that as he got older his father
could have taken the boy to live with him and his brother and sister but
that didn't happen. As an adult his relationship with his father had
improved but Stan still harbored a fair amount of resentment against the
old man.

"Can you take care of Kriss for a few days Seth?" I looked at Kriss who
nodded his head.

"Sure no problem Stan, whatever you need," I told him. Stan all but ran
toward his bedroom.

"Do I have to go to your house Seth or can we stay here?" Kriss asked. When
I asked if it would make a difference he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, the
guys were going to spend the night." I looked toward the living room where
two of the boys had gotten up. One of them stretched his arms up to the
ceiling and when he dropped them one hand went to his crotch and scratched
his balls as he headed toward the bathroom. A variety of things were
running through my head but my attention was brought back to the table by
Kriss asking, "Well, can we stay here?" I looked back at the cute young
boy, all smooth faced, his thick and slightly long blond hair still rumpled
from sleep, and nodded my head.

"Yeah, I'm okay with that Kriss," I said. The cute boy smiled and responded
with a drawn out "yes", under his breath. I poured another cup of coffee
and while I was in the kitchen Nathan came in to get a bowl and spoon for
breakfast. A cute little dark haired boy, Nate was probably the youngest of
the group and the smallest, a compact little guy and a goddamned little
cutie. His pitch black hair was worn almost to his shoulders except for the
bangs which were cut right at his ultra-thick eyebrows except that it
curved slightly upward over the brows and almost creating a little
heart. He was an olive skinned boy and I thought I'd heard that he was of
Italian decent. When he went back into the dining room I admired his tiny
little butt, the twin orbs held in check by white cotton briefs. Boxers
were still a good ten years away from being vogue and when they did become
popular I would certainly begin to miss the days of tightie whities.

Stan came out with a small gym bag in his hand, went straight over to Kriss
and gave him a hug, told him to behave, clasped my hand and said thanks
he'd call me later and went out the door. I sat back down at the table
where the other three boys were eating and chattering about what they were
going to do for the day. Kriss informed them that they could stay the night
again and both boys seemed excited about that, not happy or glad, but
excited. Something was in the air, I could feel it, so I vowed to pay
attention to how the day unfolded.

By eleven that morning most of the boys had gone to their respective homes
to meet whatever obligations or expectations their families had of
them. Prior to that there had been plenty of whispering amongst them which
only reinforced my suspicions that they were up to something. I needed to
go back to my house at some point to make sure my dog was fed and to get a
change of clothes, most notably underwear for the next day. The clothes
part changed almost as soon as Kriss and his friend Augie saw my place.

I'd moved from my apartment in the suburbs into a house not quite but
almost in the country.  I'd made the move four months before and this was
the first time that Kriss had seen it. There were no houses within a
hundred yards of mine, which sat on almost an acre of land. The house was a
4 bedroom ranch, a style that had gained in popularity after WW II. Built
in the 50's it had a large covered brick patio whose egress was sliding
glass doors off of the family room dining room area, fairly de rigueur at
the time. Equally fashionable at the time and a supposed sign of being well
off, or at least upwardly mobile, was the small swimming pool that was
connected to the patio via a brick walkway.

The huge backyard was completely enclosed by a nine foot tall solid wood
fence which served well to keep Hoagie, my German Shepard, confined but
with plenty of room to run. A large kennel abutted the back of the attached
2 garage at the kitchen end of the house, the kennel and garage sharing a
wall. Huge old oak trees stood as sentinels; one in the corner beyond the
kennel and another one sat in the corner at the opposite side of yard and
another on the bedroom end the house opposite so between the three of them
they created a great deal of shade for house as well as the kennel. Kriss
about flipped when he saw the house and double flipped when he saw the back
yard and the pool. Augie, one of Kriss' best friends, was equally
excited. As I came back from letting hoagie out of the kennel Kriss and
Augie were talking rather animatedly and as I came closer Kriss asked,

"Fuck, Seth, can we stay here tonight?" I pondered the possibility of a
gaggle of teen and preteen boys running, playing and swimming naked in the
hot weather, cocks a flying and hopefully at least one of them copping a
boner. "Please Seth, it would so cool."

"Yeah, I guess it would be okay. How many of you rascals are we talking
about?" Again, the boys put their heads together then Kriss told me seven
or eight. As I pondered all those naked boys I was also pondering how I
could encourage them to be naked. Somewhat caught up in my own thoughts I
barely heard Kriss say to Augie,

"We don't have to tell them."

"Tell who what?" I asked. Kriss tried to play it off as nothing but I
wasn't willing to let it go that easily. I didn't want to be gamed.

"Well," the cute young thing said, "we were thinking about not telling
everybody that you had a pool so when they saw it and wanted to swim they'd
have to only wear underwear."

"Or swim naked," Augie added with a laugh. I raised an eyebrow.

"You don't care if there's a bunch of naked boys running around do you
Seth?" Kriss asked. "You've seen most of em naked before and anyway, we're
all guys." That was true but that had been when they were younger and
before or after baths or when they played the typical boys game of
"pantsing" one another.

"So you want to play a joke on your friends?" Both boys nodded their heads
vigorously. I agreed to play along with them but said that they needed to
make sure the boys brought their own towels, suggesting to their friends
that they would need them after their morning showers. Kriss nodded his
head in agreement.

So it was that about 4 in the afternoon the boys all gathered at Stan's for
the ride out to my house. Kriss Augie and I had gone to the store to
acquire a variety of combustibles for the boy crew. Being full blown eating
machines they would have eaten me out of house and home if I hadn't gone
shopping.

As I had in the past, I was glad for what I was driving. I'd gotten my
hands on a '65 Chevy panel van, the kind with no side windows in the
back. It had stock paint, tires and rims with the small white hubcaps with
a Chevy logo on it. The windows had been tinted so it was hard to see
inside, even through the windshield, but it was the interior that made the
van.

Deep shag carpet covered the entire floor along with two inches of extra
padding in the back, including the wheel wells, to make sitting
comfortable. The walls and ceiling were insulated and paneled in rich
walnut, the ceiling covered with an American flag, that theme carried
through to the rear window curtains and the jockey box top. Light in the
back was provided by a pair of wall sconces.

The stock bench seat had been replaced by a set of Dodge high back buckets
that were separated by a hand build console. Like a stock console found in
cars, the section between the seats was a large jockey box whose lid was
heavily padded so a third person could sit "up front". In front of that was
a more shallow recession for change, pack of smokes and lighter or other
odds and ends that might be needed on short notice. Just in front of that
the console angled sharply upward toward the dash and it was there that the
sound system was mounted pretty much in the style that would come stock in
most cars by the 1990's. With a 100 watt amplifier/equalizer hooked to the
cassette deck and speakers mounted in the front and back doors and another
pair on each wall, I could pretty well crank up the tunes if I needed to. A
car cigarette lighter had been mounted in there as well as another box like
rectangular storage box that could hold up to 6 cassettes.

The boys filled the thing with sleeping bags; more bags of boy food and
clothes and off we went. I put an Eagles tape in and the boys all sang
along with it, their sweet and still high voices ringing through the van
all the way to my place. In between tracks I could hear a certain amount of
whispering back there and figured they were still up to something but had
no idea what. What I did know was that had I known for sure what they were
planning I would most likely have nixed it. Neither the boys nor I were
particularly stupid.

I parked in the driveway and we all tromped into the house through the
front door and headed straight to the family room at the back of the
house. The boys all sort of just dropped their stuff off to the side of the
large but mostly empty room. When I opened the curtains to expose the back
yard, the patio, and of course the pool they all went ballistic and of
course I was bombarded with requests to go swimming. How could I refuse? I
suggested however that they put their soda in the fridge on the patio and
put their other food up out of the way while I fired up the grill for the
hotdogs I'd gotten for dinner. Before the words were out of my mouth all 8
boys were peeling their clothes off and leaving them where they stood. At
no time did a single one of them complain or comment about not having a
swim suit. I pretended not to watch while they stripped to their briefs and
headed out the door.

I followed the collection of boy butts, watching the slender but admirable
globes of young flesh that was contained inside the white cotton fabric, in
some cases, barely contained and Kriss was one of those. From the front
most of them didn't appear to be particularly endowed probably because
their underwear had been stretched out from the days' wearing. No matter
because I got plenty of shots of coltish legs as well as flat boy bellies
and chests, and a few of the latter were nicely developed for boys in their
early teens. In less than a minute the melodic sounds happy playing boys
filled the air.

I sat in a pool chair while the grill heated up and simply watched them
play. Whenever one of them got out of the pool they had to hold on to their
water soaked underwear to avoid them from falling off. There was plenty of
boy butt crack to eyeball and with the fronts of their briefs being tugged
down even more expanse of lower belly as it melted into the classic V of a
pubic bone.

Things heated up when Nate had come toward where I was sitting and as he
passed by, Kriss jerked the boy's underwear down to his knees giving me a
clear shot at his now naked boyhood. As I said, Nate was probably one of
the youngest boys and the smallest in terms of stature as well as in the
cock department. The boy wasn't completely hairless but his black hairs
were so few that I probably could have counted them if he'd have let
me. But that's where the hair ended and hairless balls hung nicely, one
lower than the other, between smooth and equally hairless thighs. I hoped
to hell that I'd see him hard before the night was over, maybe even before
dinner, and was looking forward to watching the fleshy tube that would grow
in his excitement.

"You fucker," Nate said without anger as he pulled his briefs back into
place then continued to where he was going and plopped down in a chair next
to me. "I'll get him for that," he said to me with a smile.

Jerome was next to lose his underwear after being double teamed by Kriss
and Augie. Jerome was a bit of a round baby faced boy with amazing
red-brown hair that would hang in his large brown eyes if it wasn't pushed
to the side. His nose was wider than most but Jerome made up for it with
the most kissable lips of all the boys. His lips were slightly red, full
and very sensuous.

They were all in the pool and Kriss grabbed the stocky boy from behind
while his partner in crime went under the water and managed to get the
boy's briefs off despite all the squirming Jerome did to prevent it. Once
off, the underwear was tossed out of the pool to land with a resounding
splat on the bricks at my feet.

Having been let go Jerome got out of the pool and walked calmly over to
where I was sitting, his well developed boy stuff bouncing as he moved. Of
the boys, it didn't appear that Jerome had any hair yet but that hadn't
stopped the overall growth of all that made him a boy, in fact I was
surprised that he didn't have hair. His cock, despite the coolness of the
pool, looked to be around 4 ½ to 5 inches long, give or take, and his
large balls hung fairly low. He rolled his dark brown eyes at me just
before he bent down and picked his clothing up. He began to wring the water
out as he turned to face his antagonists and gave me an unclad look at his
narrow butt. He had a nice one but I suppose that most boys' butts are
nice. I watched him bend over and lift a leg to put it through the hole and
got a nice glimpse of the underside of his balls. Once the other foot was
in and the wet briefs back in place he did a little squat that, along with
his hand, helped get his stuff situated.

It appeared that Kriss and Augie were going to be the instigators in the
stripping for they double teamed Mikey next. Like a lot of boys with the
name Mike, he'd gotten the nickname because of the incredibly popular Life
cereal commercial on TV. Black, his hair was cut sort, longer on the top
and at the bangs which rested a good inch above thick black brows that
arched over large dark eyes. His face slightly narrow, as was his nose and
like all of the boys his face was smooth and blemish free. Unlike most boys
his age, Mikey was a well developed compact hunk of boy. His entire body
was well defined, the front of his torso envied by many I was sure. His
pecs almost bulged, his abs a very clear 6 pack and the V of his lower
belly seemed like it was carved. A fierce competitor in gymnastics
wrestling and swimming from a young age the boy had an incredibly sweet
disposition.

Kriss and Augie caught him at the edge of the lawn and tackled him and it
took both of them but they managed to get his soaked briefs off and tossed
them toward where I was sitting. They backed away but weren't fast enough
and Mikey managed to get his fingers into the waistband of Kriss' briefs
and between Mikey holding tight and Kriss pulling the underwear ripped as
Kriss wiggled out of them, got up and danced away. The boy was moving
backwards so I got a full view of his cock as it bounced in the air from
his protracted hip shaking. As I had suspected, Kriss was nicely hung.

I'd already seen everything but his cock and seeing it then, his tight and
nicely defined torso, his six and a half inch cock made the boy just about
perfect. He walked toward me about the same time that Mikey got up and did
the same and showed me yet another almost perfect boy body and side by side
it looked like a feast to me.

Mikey's cock wasn't as big as Kriss but his body was just shy of being
perfect. The incredibly defined development of his chest and belly
continued on down to his groin. The creases of his hips and pelvis were
sharp and straight while just to the inside of those the outer ridges of
his abdominal muscles were outlined creating another V inside of a V that
extended up to his rib cage. His cock looked to be about five and half or
so inches long and where Kriss' cock was of a moderate thickness Mikey's
appeared thicker. Both boys had a nice little patch of fuzz growing at the
base of their favorite body part, Kriss' a sandy brown and muscle boys' a
light black. Both boys sported well developed balls, both sets hanging
beautifully between their legs. As they closed in toward me Kriss threw his
arm over Mikey's shoulder and both boys laughed and Mickey gave Kriss back
his underwear. Kriss looked at them and tossed them to the ground.

"Can't wear these anymore," he said then looked at me and added, "You don't
care if I go naked do you Seth?" It was more of a statement than a
question. I shook my head and said not at all. Something passed through
Kriss' eyes as I said that and I would find out later what it was that he
was thinking.  As Mikey picked up his underwear and put them on I saw that
for the most part his nicely hung balls seemed mostly hairless except for
the very top where the bag fell away from the base of his cock. I tried to
imagine what he look like hard, not knowing that before the night was out I
would find out in spades.

As Kriss walked away to dive into the pool I all but stared as his ass and
man oh man was it an ass to die for. I envisioned myself burying my face
between those delightful orbs and rimming his sweet boy hole until he
screamed for mercy. Before he turned and left I'd noticed that his balls, a
nice pair of sperm makers, were also mostly hairless. Mikey went back to
the pool and dove in just before Toshi's underwear came flying out of the
water and landed close to where I was sitting. I was beginning to think
that Kriss was purposely trying to either embarrass the boys by having them
come to where I was to get their underwear or giving me a glimpse at what
each one of them looked like fully naked. Either way I didn't care what the
motivation was.

As Toshi headed toward me I saw that the boy was uncut, his foreskin
creating it's nipple over the end of his dick, about five inches or so
long. I was a little surprised that he too had a small bit of pitch black
hair sprouting at his cock. His balls looked dropped and swung slightly as
he walked whereas his cock sort of bobbed. I would find out later in life
that Toshi was fairly well hung for a young Asian boy.

"Well," he said as he approached me, "You've already seen my naked ass you
might as well see the rest." So, he did know that I'd seen it. He didn't
seem particularly bothered by that fact either. In the pool Mikey had
teamed up with Kriss to get Augie out of his underwear and then Jake, the
last of boy's to be stripped naked. An adorably cute twelve year old Jake
was, I thought, the second youngest of the group. Like Nate, he wore his
brown hair long, slightly beyond his shoulders and the bangs, below his
small and slightly bobbed nose. He was so goddamned cute that sometimes he
almost looked like a girl. Like Nate the boy didn't have a hair anywhere
except his head, his cock was still a little boys' cock but his balls were
in the process of dropping but probably had a little way to go before he
attained full hang. Side by side the 2 younglings were amazing and I
wondered for a moment what it would be like to be rolling with them
together, all naked and young boy hard.

Before Augie made it to the steps to walk over and get his briefs, Jake's
underwear landed a few inches from them. When Augie cleared the water I was
almost stunned. Kriss' best friend was packing.

It was all I could do not to stare as he walked toward me at least seven,
probably more, swinging in the breeze as he walked. I was just a smidgen
under eight inches long and Augie appeared to be able to match me. The boy
didn't have a great deal of hair at the base of his dick so I suppose that
probably helped make it appear larger. No, on second thought, it was larger
and its size made Augie's balls seemed small in comparison. Augie's was a
cock that seemed to jut out from his flat pubic bone about a half inch
before gravity took over, its fat head hanging a good three inches below
his hairless bag. The size of Augie's cock only seemed to reinforce the
smallness of Jake's cock which appeared to be about four inches long, the
younger boy following a few feet behind the older boy. It seemed too that
Jake was all but staring at Augie's ass. When Augie bent over to retrieve
his underwear Jake almost seemed to smile.

Augie snagged his shorts and turned back toward the pool where Kriss was
still naked. "Fuck it," he said and tossed his underwear close to where
Kriss' briefs were lying then headed back toward the pool. Jake grabbed
his, gave me a somewhat sardonic smile and tugged the wet clothing back on
then he too said "fuck it" and took them off.

"You don't mind do you Seth?" I shook my head. Then Kriss sort of half
hollered at me from 20 feet away.

"You gonna get naked and join us Seth?" I shook my head and got a couple of
"come on" from a few others.

"I have to cook the hot dogs. I don't want to splatter hot grease on bare
flesh," I responded.

"Don't want to cook your own wiener huh Seth?" Toshi said with a laugh.

"You got it." I retorted. With that I got out of my chair and headed to the
kitchen to retrieve the hot dogs and get them on the grill. When I came
back out two more boys had joined the ersatz nudist club and had discarded
their wet underwear and after getting the dogs on I turned to admire Mikey
as he moved hither and yon around the pool. When he turned to see me
watching him the muscled young teen smiled then turned and headed back
toward the water. I noted that his butt was as well muscled as the rest of
his young body, the globes seeming to be quite firm.  He stopped and bent
down as if he'd stepped on something and the sight of his balls hanging
there between his legs made my dick twitch. Not for the first time I
wondered if I was going to be able to play with any of them or at least
watch as they played with each other, assuming that they were going to. I
went into the kitchen to get the condiments as well as to adjust my rising
cock from the boys' prying eyes. Hauling the various bottles out to the
picnic table I noticed that all of the boys were now naked and Kriss Augie
and Mikey were off to one side sort of huddled up with their heads
together. Toshi was sitting closest to where I was at so I asked the cute
young Asian boy if he'd help me bring the rest of the stuff out to the
table.

My eyes took all of him in as he stood facing me and I doubt that he missed
my glance at his crotch. Having dried in the heat, his balls hung loosely
between his slightly brown thighs and his cock was probably at its full
softened extension as well, the very tip of the head poked out through his
foreskin. When my eyes met his the boy smiled and as I turned and headed
into the house with him right behind me he said,

"You like looking at naked boys don't you Seth?" He said it softly, no one
but me could have heard him. I turned and we all but ran into each
other. I'd heard what he said but pretended not to and when I backed away
from practically holding him and asked what he's said. He gave that kind of
smile that people use then they know that you're trying to bluff them. "You
heard me," was all he said.

In the kitchen I dug out some paper plates and plastic knives and Toshi
went on. "Did it bother you seeing my naked butt this morning?" I shook my
head and said I'd seen plenty of butt in gym class when I was a teen. "Did
you wonder why I was naked?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"That's none of my business Toshi." The boy didn't bat an eyelash.

"We all jacked off together last night; after Stan went to bed. I was too
tired to put my underwear back on." I nodded my head and told him that they
wouldn't be the first or the last group of boys to have a circle
jerk. Toshi laughed; a light melodic sound that preteen and even early
teenage boys have.

"Even Jake and Nate squirted but it was only a drop. Did you ever do that
when you were a boy?" I smiled, nodded my head, although I was a little
surprised at the added personal information about another of the boy pack.

"Sure, of course I did; when I was your age." I wondered where the
conversation was headed and being honest with him I felt might "grease the
skids", as it were, toward encouraging the boys to play their boy sex games
in front of me.

"Maybe you could do it with us tonight," he said. I raised an eyebrow at
him. "It would be fun. You know you want to," he said with another smile
and before I could say anything he added, "I bet you make a ton of sperm."
I found myself nodding me head without thinking then Toshi turned and
headed back outside with the things I'd handed him. He looked over his
shoulder at me and said, "Think about it." I watched his cute little ass as
he walked away from me wondering what it would be like to bury my face
between those brown globes and then his cock.

Getting caught in the middle of a teenage boy eating frenzy was an
incredible experience. I had no sooner gotten the hot dogs off the grill
and was surrounded by naked boy flesh. I got bumped by cocks, more than a
few times I had one pressed into my arm or my back as a boy did a boarding
house reach to get something that had caught his eye. I got bumped from the
side once and turned my head and was face to face with Kriss' boy meat. If
either one of us had moved more than three inches I would have had my lips
pushed against his sweet cock. And none of them seemed at concerned about
it in the least.