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                           Another Solar Fox Original

                                     Trashy
My name is Tony. I am seventeen, and I have a brother, Greg.. he just
turned
thirteen. Well, I dunno, I guess I'm usually Mr. Macho around him, I
can't help
it; it's just that for so long I was afraid to act too gay around him
for
whatever reason - you know, he'd start messing with the wrong guys,
get a
broken nose.. that kinda thing. I guess maybe I was just lookin' out
for him.

I couldn't help myself today. The dude was sitting in there eating a
hot dog at
the kitchen table, and I was going to tell him about this skate
contest next
weekend over at Bruno's Skate Park. Well, I had just gotten done
taking a
wicked piss, and hell, I was half-hard from just thinking about Greg,
the way I
get sometimes. I jack off thinking about my little brother, and he
doesn't even
know it...
Anyways, I piss and then I was so excited about talking to Greg, I had
just
gotten home from soccer practice, and I forgot to zip up my jeans.
Well, this
one dude, Hank, that I play soccer with, he excites me too. I've seen
him naked
a few times and he's got a beautiful rod. But anyway - Greg could see
my penis
inside my jeans because I don't ever wear underwear. He smiled, but he
didn't
say anything at first. I sat down and I knew my rod was getting
harder, because
Greg looked so cute now in his hot shorts and his cool tank top.
Although my
cock was in free space now because it had found my fly open and made
use of the
opening rather quickly, I felt natural because I knew at the same time
I wasn't
hurting like I usually did when I got hard; I got hard a lot around my
brother
- and I'll bet you now that he probably knew all along that I did.
Only today,
he could be certain of it.
Greg kept peeking under the table, looking at me, once he dropped his
napkin on
purpose just so he could get a look. Hell, mom wasn't home from work
yet, so it
really didn't matter that he waited almost ten minutes before he
finally
whipped his out too. I swear I wasn't expectingit. It was out, it was
hard, and
then I diverted attention to mine which only then had I discovered
that I left
out. "Damn.. sorry dude.." I offered, starting to zip it up.

"That's okay.. you can leave it out if you want to.."
He was a number of years younger than me, but often times I had let
him get the
upper hand just so there wouldn't be so much tension between us.
Still, I
thought a second, and said, "okay Greg. But onlyif you'll leave yours
out
too..."
"Sure!" he quickly responded. "You know, it's funny," he cracked, "I
never
really.. get to see your dick much. Why?"
I really didn't have an answer. I wanted to tell him, "well, boys just
don't go
around showing other boys their private parts.." but I couldn't. I
wasn't going
to be that way now that he had seen me like this, probably hard for
the first
time.
It came out, "well, you can see as much of it as you want, little
brother,"
since he had seemed to be so open, I just took the jeans off. I was
naked at
the removal of my Def Leppard T-shirt. Greg grinned; he stood up and
took all
his clothes off too. His brown skin shown brightly against his white
underwear
as he took it off. "That's cool," I cracked, "I don't.. really wear
underwear
anymore.."
"Cool! Maybe I won't either!"
Fuck, I was influencing him here and now like I never had before, so
it seemed.
I felt now we could do anything. I rinsed his plate and put it in the
dishwasher. We went into my room and sat on my bed.
"You like bein' naked?" I asked.
"Yeah! I do around you," he said, "if you'll let me.."
"Sure. You got a cool dick," I said, reaching down now and touching
it. "Yeah?"
he said, his long light brown bangs in front practically hiding his
eyes, and
so long in back it went nearly halfway down his back. "Thanks!"
He had a small patch of pubes around it too. I felt of it. "Feels
cool, doesn't
it?" he asked, as suddenly I felt like his body was mine. Funny.. he
didn't
resist me doing this at all. In fact, he wouldn't stop smiling. Sure
we had
done a lot of things together before, all brothers do, but nothing
like this.
The one thing, it seemed that I thought we would never experience
together -
and we had just started on the road to it.
I continued to feel his pubes as his pole started to rise. Ahhh, I was
totally
relaxed. "When did you get your hair down here?" I asked.
"About three months ago," he said. "It was kinda scary.. you know..
wasn't
ready for it. Got some around my balls, too. I got that first.. feel
it if ya
want.."
I did. Mmm.. so soft. I caressed my brother's ballsack because it was
so soft,
and I looked up and he was just smiling at me. "Are you in any hurry?"
I asked
Greg, as he was usually wanting to go somewhere.
"Hm.. no man.. in fact, I have all day really since I don't have any
homework."
"Really?"
"Yeah man. Do anything you want," he re-emphasized.
His dick was hard. "Hmm.. has little brother ever jacked off his dick
before?"
"
"Yeah.. been doing that since I was about five, I think. When did you
start?"
"Heh! When I was about five!"
"Cool!"
I felt of the little hairs at their endings around his balls. His dick
was
drooling a little bit. "Now I got an even grosser question.." I said.
"Fire away, man!" he said, as he cut a fart. We both laughed at that.
Then he
cut another real long one. It made us both get up and head towards the
door.
"Damn man.. any other time I'd.. chew you up one side and down the
other for
it," I said. "But now I think it's awesome."
"No you wouldn't," he said, you'd just throw pillows and shit at me to
get me
out of your room!"
"Oh yeah..." and I did that before.
I sniffed around his asshole. "You.. don't mind me doing this?!" I
questioned.
"No! Your little brother is a faggot!" he uttered.
I stopped and looked at him. He grinned.
I grinned back. "Your.. older brother is a faggot too!"
"No SHIT?! I thought you were a girl-chaser!" Greg said very
forwardly.
"Hell no! Never! No way!"
"Heh.. well," he said, leading me to HIS room and closing and locking
his door
behind me, "welcome to my parlor!" AND THE SON-OF-A-BITCH had more
porn
magazines than I ever dreamed of. Sure, I had a few, but he had..
Gads! The
safe he had wanted last Christmas.. CHRIST! Now I knew why he wanted
it! It was
FULL of gay porn. He poked a tape in his VCR - RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF
A FUCK
SCENE. My jaws dropped. "How - How long have you been gay?" I asked,
breathtaken.
"I've kinda admitted it since I was ten, man.. really. Dude, you ever
stick
shit up your ass?"
HE was asking ME this crap.
"Yeah.." I admitted. "Well, I mean, what all have you done before?"
now that I
knew my brother was evidently no novice.
He cut off the tapes, closed the safe. He turned on a single blue
light and
pointed it at his bed, and drew the drapes. He lay on his unmade bed
on his
back and spread his legs as wide apart as the matress itself. His
penis was
pointing straight up. He looked more inviting than a swimming pool on
a hot
summer's day. I was hard; I approached the edge of his bed and he
grabbed for
my peter, stroked it a few times. "Welcome to the club, bro," he said.
"Oh.. you wanted to know what I had done before. Relax, you're all
tense. No,
I've never gotten into drugs. I know better. Booze either. Shit man,
I'm just
thirteen."
"Yeah, I know.. but you act like a man.." I said.
"Yeah.." he smiled, "here's your man, right here.." he said as he
groped his
lower parts. I got on the bed. "Bet you've been sucked before too.."
"You know George Dayton?"
"Yeah.." I said.
"Now, you talk about gay orgies..."
Yeah. Figures. He gets all the dudes. I hadn't gotten SHIT since I'd
been in
school really.
"Hop up a second," he says, so I slide off his bed. He starts ripping
off the
sheets, and the padding. He gets back on the bed now, there's nothing
there but
a plastic mattress cover.
"What's that all about?" I asked.
He cuts another fart. "Damn.. all that gas.." he said, cutting
another.
"You can get back on the bed if you want," he offered, "but you might
get a
little wet."
"What?"
"Wet," he said, starting to piss on his body. "Want some?"
"Yeah, sure," I managed to say. He directed his flow onto me, getting
some in
my mouth, etc. God, was this Gregory or was this someone he KNEW that
LOOKED
like him? Shee!
He was into watersports. Interesting, because I was too. Well.. yeah,
pissing
on the rubber cover wouldn't hurt the mattress, I don't guess.. unless
it had a
leak. He had pissed a hell of a lot though. I tasted some of my
brother's piss,
it was interesting. Man, how could I help but allow this behavior to
go on with
him, because I was so into it myself! He was soaked head to foot and
kept
rubbing pee in his face. "Fuck! This shit is awesome!"
I climbed up and straddled his body. "You know what else is awesome?"
I said.
"What man?"
"More... piss," I said, pissing on his body.
"Hot damn man! That's wild!" wagging my nice fat weenie around, I
managed to
almost match what he had put out. He was really soaked and it was
dripping out
of his hair into his face and shit. He was licking some of it too.
Then I
figured it was time to compare notes since we were doing so many
things alike
already.
"If you're like me," I started, "you like to lay here after this and
getcha
rocks off. Are you pumping juice yet?"
"Hell yeah man!" he answered. "I've been pumping sperm since I had
hair on my
balls!"
"Wow! Big loads?"
"Yeah.. pretty big.. guess about.. a tablespoon or two at a time.."
"Fuck baby.. pump that shit down my throat.." shit. If my brother was
going to
set the tone of the place, I was going to play along..
He inserted it in my mouth as I got close and began to suck his wet
salty
piss-laden cock. Hell, I coated it some more with piss and sucked it
again. It
was wild. "Want me to rub some on your face while you suck?" he
offered.
"Yeah.."
"Okay, I'll do it til I can't stand it anymore..." and he started
running
cupped handfuls of piss in my face, and down the back of my neck.
Figuring he
was pretty advanced, I took a finger now and managed to get it into
his
asshole. "Whoa, fuck!" he said. "Awesome as hell!" Yeah. He had been
fucked.
Soon the jism did pour; and it seemed like more than any two
tablespoons. It
filled my mouth. "Kiss me," he offered now, as he nursed his throbbing
rod.
Hell, I did. This was the first time we had ever kissed, either. We
had hugged,
but it had had far less passion behind it than ANY of this. He sucked
some of
his cream out of my jaws, tasting it. "Mmm. I put out some good shit,
huh?"
"Yeah! Hell yeah!" we Frenched again. It was great. He ran his hands
now all
over my body, getting to know mine as I had gotten to know his. He
rolled over
now and spread his asscheeks.
"Fuck me," he pleaded. "Been fucked before?"
"Yeah! Lots! It's incredible!"
I entered his tight ass. It was tight. "Oooo!" he moaned. "You got a
BIG dick,
Tony.. heheh.."
I had the full length of my shaft in there now. I kissed him on the
back of the
head. Even his asscheeks now had some fine thin hairs on them. I ran
my hands
over them as I straddled him. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I boasted.
"It sure as hell does! Man, you are.. awesome."
I wiggled my dick in and out some now.
"Oooo.. babei!" he moaned. Soon I fucked him in earnest. All he could
say was
"Fuck me raw.. fuck.. me raw..." over and over. As I filled him with
my juices,
I felt of his cute little tits. We rubbed or legs together and played
"footsies" as my dick shrank slowly inside him. "Oh, you are so cool,
brother!"
he kept saying.
"Yeah, betcha didn't know I had it in me."
"You're right, I didn't!" he said. Now he rolled over on his back and
did his
hands up close to his chest like dog paws. "Here I am," he said, "do
something
else with me if you want. Smooch!" and he kissed me on the end of the
nose. He
just laid there.

I felt his titties. "Oh such cool nipples," I raved. "Yeah, they are..
hehe..
George plays with 'em too.."
"Can I meet George? I mean, how old is he?"
"George is fifteen. Yeah, I can call him and we can go over."
"Man, bet he's got lots of porn if he gave you all this.."
"Yeah.. he gets it DIRECT MAIL-ORDER.."
"How?"
"Claims to be twenty-six on all the orders. Hehe.."
"Cool!"
"We'll have to piss like this again sometime."
"Yeah.. I know.. this is cool shit!"
"I love you, Greg."
"I love you too, Tony... hehe.. let's clean up this shit and go
shower."

We did. I washed his body all over. It was wild. He was eating all
this up of
my doing this as much as I was doing it to him. Then as the water fell
all over
his body, he soaped me up! He was really fantastic.. straining, he
even got the
top of my back. God..
He was hard again. "Shit man," he said, "now that I've found out about
you I
just can't leave you alone."
"How do you think I feel about you?" I opted.
"The same?"
"Yes! I want your body, little brother!" To hell with how I was
"supposed" to
act. This was the real Tony Gillespie now.
I picked him up and carried him out. He was heavy, but I managed. "I
want your
body too, Tony. Royally. Let's get dressed and we'll go see Georgie
boy.."
I lugged him into his room. We replaced the clean mattress cover, pad
and
sheets. He looked me right in the eye as he placed his pillow at the
head of
his bed.
"Tony? Big question?"
"Yeah?" I said. He paused. "Uh.. move in with me, in one room?"
"I would but.. would mom allow it?"
"Sure! She doesn't have to know about our SHIT! You know that.."
"I know.. you got it," I promised. "I'll start tomorrow, moving.."
"Damn man.. heh.. do you KNOW how many nights I could have used you
UNDER THE
COVERS?"
"Believe me, you're NOT alone.." I echoed.
I looked at him. He was wiggling around a slightly stiff weenie, even
now.
"Can't you leave that thing alone?" I asked, smiling.
"Heh.. no, not really.."
"Betcha can't get it all the way hard," I boasted as I picked out some
clothes
for him to wear, at his request. Holding a pair of jockey shorts he
had worn,
he sniffed the crotch deeply, and let out his breath drawing attention
to what
he had done. He grasped his pole again. "Look at it NOW," he noted. It
was
fully hard. "Damn," I said. "Put on that underwear and let me see you
in it," I
whimpered. He did; it way out in front and as he now flailed his waist
around,
you could see the head of his dick trying to brush the cloth. He
removed the
underwear now and put on the shorts. "Ooo. Couldn't stand any more of
that," he
moaned. "I'd have had to get off. I might even have humped YOU..."
He picked up the phone and dialed George as I rubbed his bare chest
from behind
him. I put on some shorts too. He then put on some knee high white
tube socks
and a pair of Reeboks and went without a shirt. I did too. He kept
wanting me
to feel his tits, even as I tried to drive my blue Mustang.

George waited for us with.. an empty house! How had he managed that?
"Everybody's over at my sister's," he said, sounding very horny,
answering the
door naked. He was about six feet tall. Tall dude, and he had a big
dick too!
It hung well below his balls even though he was soft. He kept..
letting his
wrists fall too, down by his legs. He kissed Greg, so then I kissed
George to
offer my hospitality; he kissed me back. He was really cute as hell.
He led us to his room. It was really neat - posters of guys
everywhere.
"Yeah, my parents know about me," he admitted, "and they really accept
it.
They've told me lots of times that they're as happy if I am gay than
if I were
straight.. so what the hell, eh?" he said, as Greg pulled off his
shorts. Hell,
I did too. Greg stood now in the middle of the room, it looked so
awesome - he
stood with his legs spread as far apart as they could go, still had on
his
shoes and socks, and you could see every hair on his balls as they
hung down
now nice and low. He giggled as I reached down and felt them. "I knew
you were
going to do that," Greg said.
"Tony's gay too?" asked George.
"Yeah dude, I am," I answered.
"Cool."
"Hey George," I said, looking at his dick, "what's it take to get that
bad boy
hard?"
"Money."
"Huh?"
"No... heh.. silly, just kidding.. uh, it's.. coming around now,
looking at
Greg.."
Greg began now to thrash his hips violently, causing his penis and
balls to
slap back against his legs with every thrust as now he was standing
upright. He
reached back and put a finger up his own butt, still thrashing and
getting very
hard. I couldn't believe I was watching my own brother do all these
things; it
was awesome! I had never dreamed it possible!

George was hard now and the head of his cock was really big. The head
was a
dark grey color and you could actually see the cum juice dripping on
the floor
now. "I get big, don't I?" George bragged.
"You sure do.." I confirmed. "Hey George, did you teach Greg about
watersports?"
"Uh.. yeah.. I get into piss.. why?"
"Just checkin'. I do too.."
"Do you?"
"Yeah," I answered and I told him how blown away I was when Greg had
pissed on
me, now just over 2 hours ago. George offered to fuck me; I let him,
and then
Greg fucked me afterwards. Damn, my brother really fucked hard.. and
mean! I
liked that power in his penis! Hehe <evil grin>.
George led me down to their basement. There were some dildos,
cockrings and
other things. "This is where I have all my orgies," he noted. "There
is a
shower over there where we have some piss fun, and here," he noted,
pointing at
the floor, "are some dried cum shots. You can tell there's been some
nasty
little boys around here, eh?"
"Yeah!" It was awesome. "Am I too old to be in an orgy?"
"Hell no! Just come with your brother about 8:00 next Saturday
night..."
"So THAT'S where you've been on Saturday nights," I said, grinning
mischievously.
"Yeah! Wanna come? Heh.."
"Yeah.. I'll drive you."
"Cool!" it turned out, he usually had to WALK the two-mile stretch,
sometimes
through heavy traffic, to get to George's weekend orgys. They started
around 8
Saturday night, and lasted until ?, usually ending about daybreak.
Greg, at
thirteen, was about the youngest patron, and sometimes George's
basement was
wall to wall people, with one head count there of 75 just before
Christmas last
year. He didn't let anyone over 20 in, unless they called in advance
and
strictly agreed to watch and not participate. As he had a way to get
access to
the back of the basement without going through the house, this was the
way
patrons entered, so he didn't have that thorn in his side. He served
drinks,
but they cost money; that was one way he earned a little money on the
side. He
made about a 25 cent profit on every soft drink he sold. Giving me all
the
nasty details on his operation, through tips and drinks, he usually
pocketed an
average of forty to fifty dollars on a good night. That was more than
enough to
keep his Honda Spree mini-cycle in gasoline..
"You have to be initiated into this group," George said. "To really
score high,
and be above the 'regulars' of the crowd here, you have to be voted on
by the
Inner Circle..."
"What's the 'Inner Circle?' I asked.
"The Inner Circle is composed of me, Greg, and eight others, who kinda
were the
first ones to get this whole thing started about three years ago..
heh. I was
twelve then.. and Greg here was just 10! You should have seen my wimpy
little
dick! Hee hee!"
"Yeah.. well.. can you tell me about initiation?"
"Oh yeah. You'd want to be initiated again and again. It's fun - you
get pissed
on, buttfucked, sperm shot all over your body - and other stuff by not
just the
Inner Circle, but by any other people that just want to be naughty to
you from
the general admission crowd. And they can be naughty!
"Is it done the first night?"
"Uh-huh. Then after the night winds down, you're voted on and by the
next
Saturday, you know if you're in it or not.. BUT.. sometimes people get
kicked
out of the circle once they're in if they don't show like at least one
weekend
a month, or come and don't actively participate, etc.. it's cool as
shit
requirements!"
"Yeah!" I said, "it sounds like it!"
"Well, I'll... keep my big brother warmed up.." Greg mused, tugging at
my stiff
rod.
"There is one.. small.. prerequisite you must pass.. and you can do it
in front
of me, if you want.." George said. "Now, this is just to be in the
'elite'
club. If you don't do this, it just means that you can't be in the
Inner
Circle, but you could still come to the orgies.."
"What's the prerequisite?" I asked.
Greg pulled up a chair. "Sit in that chair and jack off your weenie
until cum
flies all over the place.." Greg said, as though he had trained a
hundred guys
to do this sort of thing before. And perhaps he had.. Ohh.. suddenly
since I
had gotten home from school today, I had envied my brother more than I
had in
my entire life. Can you blame me?
"But," said George, going into the other room behind a two-way mirror,
you must
allow me to videotape it for viewing by all the other members of the
Inner
Circle.."
"Do I sign something?"
"Yes."
"In BLOOD?"
"No! Silly! In ink!"
I signed the form, which he filed in a cabinet and locked. Then, I had
to prove
that I could jack off, TOTALLY alone. He cut out all the lights and
put one
spotlight on me. He and Greg went behind the glass. There was to be
nothing in
my space that might make me horny; I was to get it up and off purely
on mental
thoughts. I was given a maximum of 15 minutes to do this. What was
worse, the
sucker put a large, digital countdown timer on the table next to me.
Egh. This
"Inner Circle" thing didn't mean EVERYTHING to me, but it sure sounded
cool and
it WOULD be cool if I got in it.. but now I was thinking about Greg.
Yeah.
Thinking about little Gregory and the shit we had done today. Well, it
was
hard. Ugh. Three minutes had gone by, the quicker I got it off, the
better;
Greg had told me that if your sperm flowed by no later than ten
minutes, you
were generally guaranteed in because you were judged "hyperactive".
That's what
he wanted; hyperactive little fuckers that could go lightning fast,
bunny-rabbit pace. Hell, I could. I -knew- I could. I had done it
before.
Yeah.. Greg.. you horny bastard.. Ooo.. I want to fuck you.. yeah..
you want to
fuck me too... damn.. yeah.. it was soo hard now and it was hot. The
stimulation had set in. I tried to forget all concept of time and just
think
about speed. Yeah. It worked too. God, the stimulation. Greg, your
cute body
and your wild dick.. oo! Yeah.. and the cum.. just.. started flowing.
Streams
of it went high in the air and hit the ceiling. I must have sent at
least five
long ropes of semen out my dick. The last two coated my nipples. One
even went
in my belly button. I carressed my cock now and felt my balls. Greg
came out
and licked me off. It felt sooo good. "Wowzers!" George said. "We
stopped our
clock in there at your first spurt... it was.. eight minutes, 25
seconds. You
came for a solid minute, dude!"
"A solid minute? Is that normal?"
"Heh.. pretty much. I mean hell.. I've cum for like.. close to two
before but
it was when I'd let it build up a couple weeks. I flooded my fucking
bed..
heheh.."
"How could you stand to go two weeks?" Greg asked.
"It.. wasn't easy, but I kept picturing the end result strongly. That
was what
did it.. heh.."
"Wish I'd been there to lick it up," I pointed out.
"Oh? You want me for real?" asked George.
"Yeah. I want that wad that you got right there," I said, pointing at
his nuts.
"You got it! Open wide, big boy!" and he slid his long cock down my
throat. I
moaned in pleasure, as did George. Greg went in the other room, put in
his own
videotape, and taped this scene to play to me later. Soon, I was
gulping down
George's large load. George was in ecstasy.
I looked at a clock; it was just past 9 pm. I knew we'd better get
home soon,
but it sure as hell didn't seem like we'd been over here any three
hours. Shit!
Only three days 'til Saturday night!
I didn't do anything when we got home; I was too tired. I didn't move
any
furniture or anything, I just went to bed. Still, Greg snuck into my
bed with
me and buttfucked me about the time I was ready to fall off the log. I
felt his
little penis enter me, and took about three strokes. "You okay?" he
whispered
in my ear.
"Yeah. Fuck the royal shit out of me, if you want.."
"I planned on it.."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah! I'm gonna rape you!"
"Rape me, motherfucker."
He did! The son-of-a-bitch fucked me raw, because he came once, and
then
started all over again. "Hee-hee," he said after he came once. "I'm
gonna ride
yo' ass another round..."
"Ride me all night, bro.."
God, it felt so good.. that dick in my ass.............
He pulled out after he came the second time, and cum just coated him.
I reached
over and rubbed it around. Then I rubbed the rest of him. "Why the
hell don't
you just sleep with me tonight?" I said, knowing this single bed would
leave us
a little cramped, but..
"I planned on it.." he resounded.
"Geesh! You plan on everything."
"Yup. Now I plan on you lickin' every bit of my cum off my
privates..." he said.
"Oh, is that so?"
The bastard was a bigger slut puppy than I was. Or ever thought of
being.
I licked his penis dry. He loved it as much as I.

Thursday afternoon after school, I had serious thoughts about playing
hooky the
next day. Greg did too, so we could finalize my move into his room (it
sure as
hell was easier than moving that 500 pound safe out of his closet!!)
so I
managed to squeeze all my stuff in. But since we both had TV's, we
just decided
to share the same one now and I put mine in the basement, since about
all we
watched were porn flicks anyway. Wow.. Greg spent just about every
waking
moment watching a flick...
From the time we got everything moved, until about 5 pm Saturday
night, Greg
and I had more sex than a bunny colony In heat. "Well man, I wanna
strain my
nuts to put out," Greg said. I let him. When I wasn't sucking his ass,
he was
jacking off. He was letting my ass rest because Wednesday night he had
really
plowed me, and Thursday at school I went through classes all day
feeling like I
had the urge to shit when I really didn't. It was still cool and worth
the
fuck!

Finally.. it was Saturday night. I was amazed at Greg. "Wear something
REALLY
spiffy.." he said, dressing in a pinkish long-sleeve shirt with gold
stripes,
dress shoes and black sportpants. "Why so dressy? I mean, aren't you
just going
to strip out of it?"
"Not at first," he opted. "We wear snazzy clothes to see who can
outdress the
rest. We.. like to pride ourselves on having a clean-cut look before
we cut
loose with a lot of sex.. hehe.."
He DID look sharp as a tack. Damn. "I guess that means OP's and
summerwear are
out." I shrugged.
"They are right now. Not during the summer. Then we cut loose with
wild shit!"

We got to George's about 7:30. "Damn," said Greg, "it used to take me
30
minutes to walk this distance!" George greeted us and said that all
the members
of the Inner Circle were there tonight to watch me, and initiate me.
Everyone
looked good. There was one -hunk- there who had black hair as I did,
his was
long and flowing, and went as far down his back as Greg's light hair.
Everyone
lined up for a quick head count. If everyone wasn't there by eight,
those that
came late had to watch and only got to participate if asked by someone
already
there. Sometimes that rule was purposely broken; George liked for it
to stick
but it wasn't always enforced. Right now it was ten til eight, and
there were
forty-three of us, counting the ten Inner Circle members.
George gave his usual warm-up speech. God, everyone thought he owned
the world
when they got in this basement. Hell, I did too!
"Okay everybody, maybe some more will filter in before the deadline.
Remember,
this IS a free-for-all, but I want to call your attention to this
individual,"
he said, fingering me out, "this is Tony Gillespie. He's new, he's
hot, he's
Inner Circle material. He's proved that to me, and the rest of the
Inner Circle
have witnessed his awesome Phase One video. He's Greg Gillespie's
brother, been
gay how long?"
"Seven years," I indicated.
"Seven years. He's seventeen years old. Let's give him a warm
welcome."
Everyone clapped, some whistled. It was neat. I couldn't help smiling.
As 8:00
promptly rolled around, everyone came to me and stripped me, at least,
those in
the Inner Circle. They physically lifted me and carried me to the
shower and
pissed all over me. I thought I was drowning there was so much urine.
I
couldn't help getting some in my mouth too. It did taste good; there
were about
twelve people pissing on me at the same time.. that's a lot of wet!
One kid,
about my age, was forcing me to drink it, which was well and good! He
probably
didn't know I'd had experience at this sort of thing.
Then it occured to me just who this individual was; it was Hank
Phillips, the
good looking hunk on my soccer team!
"Hank! Lookin' good!" I mumbled. The dude was right in my face, so he
couldn't
help hearing me. "Tony.. never thought I'd see you here! Cool.."
Suddenly I could not wait to touch his golden body, slim, sexy,
hairless.. as I
was. Oh my dick was so stiff it was going to burst. I was hoisted onto
a table
now, dripping with urine, and everyone began to get their dicks hard
quickly.
It seemed like magic, flacid as they were to be capable of urinating
all over
my body, to go to stiff as metal states. But they all seemed to be
hard in less
than a couple of minutes, some rubbing their cocks against my wet
body. I was
in pure ecstasy. "Ready.. aim.. fire!" George called, half of them
firing a
load onto my body, the other half about twenty seconds later. I was
coated in
piss and semen. "Can I lick it off?" I whined.
"You.." said George, "can do anything you want at this stage,
including taking
a water shower, although that.. might not be what you have in mind..
Anthony
Gillespie, your initiation is complete."
They watched me as I continued to lay on the table with an intense
boner. I
raised up slowly, as I did streams of urine and semen mixed rolled
down my neck
and belly, to my genital area. I began feverishly licking my body like
a cat. I
wanted to mentally prove that these incredibly wonderful things had
happened to
me and still were. "If you need some help," George said as he stood
with the
fifteen or so at the side of this small room, "you have clearance to
call on
any one of us, but just one."
I paused. I slowly looked up at the crowd, urine dripping out of my
hair into
my eyes as I stuck out my tongue to capture it. It was good. "Hank..
Phillips,"
I indicated, not being able to clearly see any one person as they were
standing
outside the clear range of this directed light, and the urine blurred
my
vision. Hank walked into my perception. "Oh, you know Hank?" said
George. "He
is on my soccer team," Hank indicated. "He plays awesome as hell.."
"Very good. His outside interests could be a determining factor as to
whether
or not he is allowed into the Inner Circle. Has he engaged in
homosexual
activity with you before?" George asked Hank.
"No. I have had no prior knowledge that Tony was a homosexual," Hank
stated.
"Very well," said George. "Noted for the record. Has he seemed to
indicate no
passionate responses prior to tonight that suggested he was on a boner
at any
time while you were in his presence?" George asked of sixteen-year-old
Hank.
"Yes, I do believe there were a few cases when I was in the locker
room
changing clothes when Master Gillespie has clearly displayed a hardon
at the
notice of another boy's genitals..."
"Very well. Noted." George responded. I smiled. I knew this to be
true. Hank
had been very observant.
"You may kiss the hopeful," George said to Hank, who bent over and
kissed me
directly on the lips. As he did not pull away immediately, I attempted
to
French kiss him. He allowed me entrance, and everyone could see my
tongue in
his cheek. I slowly pulled him close to me on the table. There was
applause
from the crowd. "Master Gillespie," George said, "I would say at this
time that
your admission to the Inner Circle is pretty well laid-in-stone!
However to
make it legal, we must still all vote on you at the end of this orgy.
You will
be notified by mail."
Damn.
Hank stayed with me and licked all the semen and urine with me off my
body. I
licked his sweaty abs and pecs. He was beautiful. "Hot damn," he said,
kissing
me breathing rapidly, "I never dreamed you were.. so gay.. dude.."
"You're beautiful," I said, running my hands down his rib cage and to
his
groin. He giggled now as I massaged his ribs. "You're in, guy. You
know that,
don't you?" he said.
"Well, I feel like I am.."
"You are! It's history! Now you can get out there and fuck your brains
out!"
Heh. Of course, I could have done that before, but an Inner Circle
member
carried a little bit more class with him. It's like.. "hey Mac, how
you wanna
pay for this? Cash, or American Express?" hehe.
Hank eased his long Johnson into my ass. "Hows that for a penis?" he
asked.
"Bet you never thought I had one this long.." It did feel long. "How
big is
it?" I asked.
"One foot."
"Really?"
"Nahh.. heh.. it's seven inches."
"Mmm!"
"Yeah, and here it comes!"
My ass had had just enough time to recover from Greg's
five-and-a-quarter
incher (he measured his puppy nightly) to accept Hank's huge meat. I
felt like
Greg would have more than I did when he turned 16. Possibly as much as
Hank
did. Damn. He was really humping me. And here came semen shots. He
pulled out
of me, getting me in the face, tits and chest several times. He looked
like a
god. He was beautiful.
We kissed again, then joined the "outside world."

Greg was busy humpin' some long stringy haired dude like a bunny. I
could see
Greg's ass really good. It looked wild to see his ass like that, even
his
butthole because he had his legs spread, doggie style. I couldn't
resist
bending down and smelling that hole... Smmmmm.. Mmmm.. good!
This cool little kid walked up to me.. didn't have any crotch hair at
all.
"Feel me," he said. I did.. he had cool balls. He moaned. "What's your
name?"
he asked.
"Tony."
"I'm Rusty," he said. "You can fuck me if you want."
Just for the hell of it, I asked how old and he said he was just
twelve, but he
knew he wanted guys because his older brother was gay and he was very
turned on
as well. I went into Rusty slowly, and he kept saying, "harder,
harder! Don't
be afraid to gimme all you got!" so I did, and he liked it. His penis
was
hangin' down now waggin' like a dog's tail, stiff.. my heavens. He
reached down
and jerked on it while I was fucking him. Then he stopped. I was so
rough that
I gave him an orgasm from inside his ass. That was wild. That was the
first
time I had EVER done that. "That's the way I -like it-," Rusty
stressed,
saying, "you can do something else to me now if you want."
Damn. I liked those kind of offers. I sucked his cute little puppy. It
was
nice. Ended up we left that night about 2 am, I had fucked a few
others, but
Rusty ENDED UP COMING HOME with me and Greg! Shee!
We gang-raped Rusty the next morning after we woke up. Greg filled his
little
ass so full of semen that some of it rolled back out. Greg could put
out as
much as I could...

Rusty stayed with us most of the day Sunday, and then I ran him home.
He lived
in Sherlock Apartments on the other side of Hawthorne. God he was
wearing
trashy clothes. But then, I wanted to see more of Rusty!
The letter came Tuesday afternoon on professional stationery. It read:

                                 From the Office Of
                                  George Dayton

Master Anthony Gillespie:

   This letter is to inform you that you are now an official member of
the
Dayton House Inner Circle. Where you go from here is entirely up to
you. But
rest assured, my friend, your performance has been far above and
beyond that of
anyone I have ever seen. My God, I hope I have your zip when I turn
seventeen!
I'm sure I will..
   Welcome to a membership that is truly high above the ranks of those
"just
giving a fuck"... heheh..


George D.
                                                            Founder
And Leader

and it was affixed with a special stamp. I folded it and put it back
in the
envelope after proudly showing it to Greg.
"Well, you SHOULD be proud of it! It's better than MINE!" he retorted.
"Come on, let's go have a piss-out.."