Date: Wed, 10 Nov 2004 19:07:24 -0500
From: jhaze <horti123@charter.net>
Subject: APARTMENT 14B

			       APARTMENT 14B

				    By

				Jamie Haze

Jon Peters was busy waxing his new truck one Saturday morning in front of
his apartment building in the latter part of August. He was wearing an
old pair of tight white shorts for two reasons; he loved the sun and was
well tanned and he was displaying his trim athletic body, discretely
advertising his gay presence in the complex to other males of like
persuasion. He'd moved there in July, and truck maintenance or time
spent at the pool on weekends were his only two opportunities.

Jon received a few offers at the pool, but he turned them down with
obtuse friendliness because he was picky. He liked younger guys, not
little boys, he always preferred someone from mid-teens to early twenties
and if none approached him meaning that they were also gay and
interested, he would simply continue to use his imagination and his fist.

"Nice truck," a youngish voice said from behind him.

"Thanks I just got it," Jon answered as he turned and considered
himself lucky that he said that much before he was struck to dumb. He
stared at the apparition from his fantasies except this youth held a
leash leading to a mid-size happy shaggy brown dog with one blue eye. Jon
immediately fell in love with the mutt because it was enthusiastically
tugging his master closer to get petted while the boy halted only three
feet away.

"Nice dog," Jon commented finally and knelt to scratch the dog's ears
and rough. He noticed that both its collar and the leash chain were
golden. He didn't know they made them in gold plate, but then he never
owned a dog. The dog was forgotten when the boy's bare feet came into
view as he invaded Jon's personal space with another step forward. His
feet were of course perfect in everyway like the rest of his body and Jon
easily imagined eagerly sucking on each and every toe, which was
surprising because he was never into feet. The boy had a colorful braided
cord knotted around one ankle which he thought added to the young hunk's
sex appeal.

"I got him as a puppy when I was fourteen so he's five years old
already," the youth volunteered.

The boy's anklet cord began to draw Jon's eyes up the long muscular
legs that had yet to boast of hair, but that was the plight of many
blonds. Jon's hair was light brown, having darkened as he matured though
his thighs remained nearly hairless and his own treasure trail was all
but invisible. Jon stood up when his eyes reached the boy's tight red
spandex shorts and the very respectable package they concealed or
accentuated. He blinked when he saw that the boy was wearing a choke
collar just like his dog and twisted his head sideways to read the
attached golden tag. He bent quickly to check the dog, and then again
stood to offer his hand.

"Kurt and Blue Hudson, I'm really pleased to meet you both, I'm Jon
Peterson."

Kurt's smile was a radiant display of dazzling white teeth. His left
hand went to tug a heavy one-inch nipple ring while he shook Jon's hand.
Jon's eyes dropped to where Kurt's only glanced as a guide. The bulge
had grown and climbed Kurt's tight gut and was bending in an effort to
escape the low-slung waistband. "Well do you like what you see?" Kurt
asked mischievously.

"Perfect, nineteen and I estimate about six inches," Jon made that a
question and when Kurt nodded, he concluded, "is absolutely perfect. So
since you approached me I have to assume you like what you see too
considering I'm forty-five."

"Yup perfect!" Kurt laughed, "You know I'm sure glad we went hunting
at the same time this morning, you armed with your body, your shorts and
your truck and me with my body, my shorts and faithful Blue. It would
have been a shame if we missed each other."

Jon's own shorts were becoming painfully tight and he saw that Kurt's
cock was winning against the elastic; "Got time for a beer?" he asked
already leading the way to the staircase.

"Sure, but what about Blue, want me to take him home?"

"Nope, I like dogs. He's welcome anytime you come over and I hope that
will be often."

"I think I'll just accept that as a direct order Master Sir." Kurt
said with a sigh of relief while he followed Jon's example in taking the
steps to the third floor two at a time.

"I took this apartment for the exercise, the view and the sundeck," Jon
explained at the open door. He went straight into the kitchen but sent
Kurt to the living room after closing and locking the door, "Make
yourself comfortable," he called, "I'll just be a sec."

He opened two beers and turned the corner into the living room and then
just stopped and stared, almost dropping both bottles. Kurt was naked,
erect and had snapped the dog's leash to his nipple ring and Blue was
happily tugging the boy to the man with the leather hand strap in his
mouth.

"Is this how you wanted me to be comfortable Master?"

Jon put a beer bottle in Kurt's hand so he could take the leash from the
dog's mouth so he would stop the constant tugging on Kurt's nipple,
"I, I don't know what to say Kurt. You're obviously into B and D or
some such thing and I've never even considered much beyond just plain
traditional sucking and fucking. I'd certainly never hurt you. What is
it that you want from me? Hey I just noticed that you're shaved," his
shorts became too tight again so he pushed them off. He smiled, "Now
THAT is kind of sexy and your whole body is a dream come true, but I
don't know anything about this bondage and discipline shit."

"Will you be my new master? I don't really like to be hurt, just kind
of inconvenienced when I displease you," Kurt explained with downcast
eyes.

Jon became aware that the leash he held was unusually heavy so it
definitely wasn't gold plated pot metal. It was gold. It was also
stretching Kurt's nipple uncomfortably if not painfully. He unsnapped it
and patted Kurt's hardened nipple. "How do we stop this act so we can
talk like we were downstairs?"

"You or I say my last name and we stop." Kurt answered dully not
willing to do it himself, to say his name.

"Okay, Hudson." Jon watched the friendly boy return but he wasn't a
happy boy. "Let's sit on the sofa and you talk to me. Shit you're only
nineteen, how'd you get into this already?" After Jon sat down Kurt sat
close enough for their bare legs to touch and then Kurt took Jon's arm
and wrapped it around his own shoulders. Jon pulled him in tight so the
boy half leaned on his chest. While Jon couldn't resist further contact
by using his free hand to rub the teen's chest, rippled gut and quickly
his smooth bare crotch, "Now this is nice to start with isn't it?"

"Yes I like this. I got into this when I was a freshman in high school.
I couldn't seem to study and learn anything so I stopped trying. I was
failing every course except PE. All I could think about was sex. My
parents weren't happy campers and they hired this guy next door to tutor
me. He's a retired high school English teacher who retired really early
so I guess he has bucks in the bank. Everyone knew I was gay; I dressed
and walked gay so my master knew too. The first night as soon as I walked
in the door he had me strip and told me to always strip because no
ignorant gays ever wore clothes in his house. He felt me all over; he
even spread my cheeks to check my pucker. Then he turned me around and
gave me three quarters of my first ever blowjob. Only he quit before I
could get off. I almost cried since I was still a virgin. He took me into
his den and handcuffed one wrist to the chair arm and shackled both
ankles to the chair legs. He put my history book in front of me and told
me to study the first two chapters, make notes or do whatever I wanted as
long as I learned the material and passed the quiz he'd give me when I
thought I was ready. If I passed he'd give me a head job as a reward,
but if I failed, then the next night he promised to make my study time
very uncomfortable. My eyes bugged out when he pulled this humongous butt
plug out of a drawer and left it sitting on the desk in front of me."

Kurt giggled delightfully, "That fucking plug would have ripped me apart
at fourteen and he wouldn't have used it, but the threat was there and
he acted so nasty I was convinced he would, plus I wanted to get that
head job so bad just like any virgin. Anyway I said `yes Master' and
hit the books. That night I got my first head and I studied with him all
through high school and my grades and SAT scores were high enough that I
start here at the university next week." Kurt looked up at Jon
hopefully, "I was ordered to find a new master before anything else like
with some guy my age. Now that I'm here I need a new master to give me
the same discipline I need to study. If you won't do it I'll have to
find someone else." Jon heard disappointment in the young voice and
inhaled when Kurt squeezed his hand closed around his youthful cock.

Jon sputtered, "I'm a Civil Engineer not a teacher but I guess I can
make sure you study and can handle the rest if you're talking about a
system of rewards or mild punishment," he grinned, "Let's just hope
all you get are rewards because I can think of one punishment you won't
like."

"What Master? What would you do to me?" Kurt asked from his knees while
he snapped his leash back on his nipple ring and offered the strap to
Jon,

Jon took the strap, "Well for each mid-term or final grade below A, I
would get off in you three or four times every night for a week for each
grade.

Kurt really laughed at that "Forgive me Master but that will kind of be
expected to please you and wouldn't be much of a punishment."

Jon grinned and patted Kurt's modern uncombed spiky hairdo, "But my
beautiful slave boy you didn't let me finish, I would forbid you to
touch yourself and I wouldn't get you off either."

Kurt rolled his eyes and frowned petulantly, "Now that Master, WOULD be
a punishment."

Jon shrugged and grinned, "So don't get anything but A's because it
would be hard on me as well." He stood up and tugged Kurt to his feet
using the leash. "Come on, let's go out on the deck and sixty-nine.
Have you ever had sex with anyone other than your old master?"

"Yes Master, one kid for the whole last school year. He was a freshman
and had the same problems studying that I had. Master loved to watch me
breed him, to get him lubed for later, but he was never allowed to fuck
me so if he's still following orders, he's still a virgin and the
Master's personal pussy, but he doesn't mind he loves cock and begged
for it. One thing though Master," Kurt blushed slightly, "I've never
sixty-nined before so that will be new and fun."

Kurt looked at the sliding door to the deck; it would be erotic to make
love in the open air and sunshine with the possibility of being seen from
a neighboring apartment. He grew harder in anticipation and was mildly
disappointed to discover that since Jon used his deck to sunbathe he had
attached colorful flags along both side railings so no one could see them
naked even if a neighbor was standing on their own deck or if they stood
up, the four-foot high rail hid their nudity. Jon was right about the
view from the premium apartments in that building, they looked down a
steep tree covered slope to a lake far below them.

Jon tugged on the leash so Kurt would lie down on the large white
reflective throw rug he had spread there to lay on. Neither man nor boy
had tan lines. Jon discovered that Kurt's family had their pool enclosed
with privacy fencing so he skinny dipped all summer plus his master liked
him tan all over so he'd been ordered to maintain it. Jon was also
discovering that Kurt's former master had a long reach and that Kurt was
perfectly disciplined and obedient even without supervision.

Jon removed Kurt's leash with a grumble, "This is too fucking heavy,
and dangerous if I rolled on it when we fool around. I don't even want
to think about pulling out your piercing. We'll have to get you a
lighter one somewhere."

"I have one Master, but I was walking Blue as bait to make you," Kurt
giggled, "remember?"

Kurt continued to giggle delightfully until Jon stopped him by kissing
him passionately. He pulled back to look down on his green-eyed willing
love slave. "It's been a long time baby and you're way too beautiful,
I know I won't last long this time, but eating your cum will get me up
again."

"Me too Master, I mean about your cum." Kurt groaned when Jon began
licking and kissing his way down the boy's warm smooth flesh. He paused
to take the nipple ring in his mouth and pull on it lightly. Kurt began
moaning louder, thrusting his hips. "Hudson!" he cried, "Oh Jon I'm
so close and I don't want to lose it for you."

Jon began to swivel, "Hold on son I'm on it," he said and lowered his
mouth in time to receive Kurt's first offering while he felt the boy's
warm mouth on his bursting cock. Kurt swallowed just as greedily and then
when neither cock went flaccid they began again. Jon became enthralled
with Kurt's shaved body, somehow he looked perpetually virginal and his
balls were a delight to slather with his tongue and gobble into his mouth
one at a time as together they were more than a mouthful. Then he felt
Kurt's hand on his hip moving it, pushing and pulling, it seemed the boy
was asking to be face fucked and he was more than willing to oblige and
also oblige by moving Kurt's hip once. Once was enough, Kurt turned into
a rutting animal driving his cock down Jon's throat so that he kissed
tanned shaved flesh on each thrust. They increased the tempo as they
approached the second climax. Kurt came first and obediently pulled back
so his cum would flow into Jon's mouth, and not down his throat. Jon
assumed that, that was probably a long standing order so ingrained that
Kurt couldn't be forced to disobey it.

Jon began spurting into Kurt's expert mouth while he was sucking out the
last of the boy's dribbles. After they were both spent Kurt moved to lie
beside Jon. They remained silent looking at each other to grin foolishly,
delighted by the mutual performance.

"What do you want to do next Master?"

"Can we shit can the master business until classes actually start?"

"Okay Jon, that's cool, but same question." Kurt persisted.

Jon grinned, "Well since I wasn't optimistic about finding you or
anyone close to you, I'm not prepared so I guess we need to make a run
to the drugstore."

Kurt giggled, "If you mean stuff to clean my pussy I have everything we
need. Want to come with me to see my apartment?"

"Sure, just one correction, you meant our pussies. I enjoy getting
fucked too especially by a guy named Kurt." That compliment got Jon a
passionate kiss from surprised and pleased Kurt. "Come on before we get
hard again." Jon said pulling Kurt to his feet.

"Speak for yourself Jon," Kurt laughed, "can I borrow a pair of baggy
shorts since I guess we can put away our hunting clothes?"

"Sure come on in the bedroom. Hey when did you say school starts?" Jon
asked, looking at a suitcase that lay open on his bed.

"A week from Monday." Kurt said with disappointment in his voice when
he saw the nearly packed case. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah and you're invited if you're free next week. I'm taking the
week as a vacation through Labor Day. I have a cabin on a big lake about
seventy-five miles from here. If it was closer I'd live there."

"You mean it? Yeah! I'd love to go." Kurt was excited as he buttoned
Jon's shorts and when he let go of the waist they drooped dangerously
low in the front but his bubble butt did the work of holding them up.
"These will work as long as I don't put anything in the pockets like
one thin dime."

Jon looked Kurt over critically and grinned evilly as they walked along
the parking lot, "On the good side, I won't have any problem stripping
you out of them as soon as we get back home." Kurt rewarded him with
another giggle. "You know babe when you get to school why not look
around for another guy," he saw Kurt frown and laughed. "Oh no, I
didn't mean that, I meant that I got really hot when you told me how
your neighbor had you fuck a kid while he watched. I would love to watch
you fucking the daylights out of another young guy."

Kurt's eyes lit up, "I know where there's one right here in the
complex, he lives upstairs right above me. He watched the whole time the
mover's were here yesterday. He's a real hottie too, at least he'd
clean up that way."

"How old is he?"

Kurt shrugged, "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen tops. I know he's not old
enough to get a license because he was drooling at my Mazda," Kurt
pointed to a new little convertible parked in front of his first floor
apartment."

"Is he gay though, hottie or not if he isn't it doesn't matter." Jon
warned standing in Kurt's living room. The furniture was of good quality
and he could see that Kurt had taste in interior decorating. "I assume
that your parents are pretty well off."

Kurt grinned and nodded "I had this guy Peter in for a beer after the
movers left and I just knew he wanted me to invite him into the bedroom
too, and man, if I had a master to give me permission..." he left the
rest unsaid. "Put it this way, he's old enough to have excellent
working gaydar. Want me to invite him down for another beer?"

Jon hoisted an eyebrow playfully, "Yes, but if you're nineteen how do
you get beer?"

Kurt grinned with his hand on the doorknob, "Simple, with three hundred
dollars worth of fake ID just like everyone else." He giggled and ran up
the outside staircase.

Jon could hear Kurt knock and then some talking before there were two
sets of teenage feet pounding down the stairs, one pair, Kurt's, were
still bare. Kurt introduced Jon to Peter as being his master and
explained he would have invited Peter into the bedroom the previous
afternoon but he didn't have permission.

Peter just blinked and shrugged, "I'm so desperate to get laid that I
don't care if the whole complex watches. He looked at Jon with pleading
eyes, "Can we have permission to get together Master?" Kurt shot Jon a
quick thumbs up. Jon assumed that meant that Peter was prepared to accept
being disciplined as well as the rewards derived from avoiding it.

Jon held his chin with hand considering how far he could go, "Okay,
strip," he ordered Peter then turned to Kurt, "you too, Peter needs to
see what a good slave boy looks like." By the time he turned back to
Peter he was naked except for ratty old gym shoes, standing at attention
and half hard. Jon looked down at Peter's dingy yellowed tee shirt and
stained and torn shorts. He doubted that he'd showered yet that day or
perhaps the day before. He approached the boy from the side, and waved
Kurt to face him, "You'll notice that my boys don't have body hair. Is
that alright with you?" The boy nodded imperceptibly. "Speak up."

"Yes Master Sir!"

"Did you by any chance forget to shower and brush your teeth this
morning?" Jon asked and sniffed while he pushed the dirty clothes around
with his flip-flop. He dropped his sarcastic tone, "The first order of
business is to get you sparkling clean and shaved. Can you handle that
for us Kurt?"

"Yes Master. Come on Peter," Kurt's voice dropped to a loud whisper,
"Man I'm sorry, if I'd been paying attention upstairs I would have
told you to shower before you met him. He's a clean freak; wait until
you see his pad, its really beautiful. He may not be too hard on you
though since you're new to the family."

Kurt returned after the shower started and dug into a duffle bag to find
a bottle of Nair. "Just like I said a hottie in the rough."

"What kind of penalty should I hand him?" Jon wondered, "You're
experienced and you know I'm not."

"Well you wanted to watch me fuck him, that should be it, we'll take
turns on him all night, but when we first walk in you should really look
him over with your hands just like you were considering buying him. You
know he might be able to come with us to your cabin if you want him to"
Kurt said with excitement in his voice. He continued, "He told me
yesterday, his apartment is his father's official residence, but his
dad's really shacked up with his girlfriend and only stops in here once
a week to get his mail and leave Peter some money for food, but to buy
food he has to take a taxi which must cost a twenty to get to the nearest
market and back."

"Sonofabitch, he does look thin. So what you're saying is that he's
been all but abandoned. No wonder he's willing to do anything to make a
friend even if you were straight, I would too in his place. Okay I'll
invite him, you two are about the same size, can you lend him some
clothes."

"He can have some, I've got plenty."

"Great, I'm going back to my place to make something to eat. Is this
your bag of goodies? Kurt nodded, "I'll carry it if you don't need
anything more. When you bring him over I'm going to send him to the deck
to get some sun until we're ready for him because I want you to shave me
too," Jon explained with a blush. "Oh you may as well get packed too.
You won't need much, we can even go naked on the lake." Kurt wondered
how that might happen, but didn't ask.

"Alright Master!" Kurt sang, "You're getting into this aren't you?"
Jon grinned in answer and closed the door.

Forty-five minutes later, Kurt ushered sparkling clean and very nervous
Peter into the living room. They each carried a gym bag. Both boys were
dressed in current young guy fashion, large tee shirts and baggie long
shorts. Jon saw that Kurt had even donated a new pair of Nike
cross-trainers. Jon watched them without speaking and smiled when both
quickly stripped and then Peter took the time to fold his new finery
carefully and place them on the arm of a chair. Both moved to stand
before him at attention.

Jon stood up close to Peter, he smiled into big brown expectant eyes,
"Much better, now I can touch you," he said placing his hands on
Peter's shoulders to feel them before they moved to the neck and down
long arms. He massaged Peter's nipples erect and admired the developing
chest before moving further down to his flat gut. He poked a pinky in the
boy's navel and then felt where the developing treasure trail once grew
and smiled at Kurt by way of a compliment. Peter inhaled deeply when Jon
grasped his six-inch erection and blinked rapidly when it was lifted to
his belly while Jon weighed his balls together and then gently squeezed
each individually; he sank to his knees and looked up. "Turn around and
bend over please." Jon used both hands to spread the boy's muscular
cheeks, which turned to steel when first touched. "Relax," he ordered.
Peter obeyed with an apology and automatically added the appellation,
Master. Peter's lubricated reddened rosebud quivered and he nearly fell
forward when he felt Jon kiss him there. Jon hadn't planned what he was
going to do next but a virgin cock on a beautiful boy was irresistible
and Jon told him so after asking him to face forward once more.

 "I love young boy cum and I just bet I'm going to love yours too
coming out of such a splendid body. Have you ever been sucked off
before?"

"No Master."

"Well then look down and watch," Jon instructed. He added, "You can
relax now and use your hands on my head if you want to set the pace. I
want you to enjoy your first experience and all your experiences."

Peter spread his legs for better balance and hoped he wouldn't fall over
when he came and regretted that he was already past the point of no
return. No one had ever even touched him before. Jon had the time to kiss
the boy's body and pull back before Peter thrust his hips and began
filling Jon's mouth. Peter sagged as his knees quit. Kurt got behind him
to hold him upright. Jon released his cock when he was spent and stood up
quickly take Peter in his arms and kiss him. When Peter tasted his cum he
sucked Jon's mouth greedily while wondering in passing if the act would
get him in trouble with his very nice new master.

"That was wonderful Peter, thank you for giving me that cherry. You're
a real cum pumper and I'll be back for more. While I was waiting for you
guys I made up some sandwiches, they're on the counter, help yourself,
we can always make more and there are drinks including beer in the
fridge, help yourself there too." Jon eyed Peter's tan line; "After
you finish lunch go out on the deck and stretch out until I come back, we
need to get you tan all over."

Peter scampered to the kitchen before the bedroom door closed. He found
three thick roast beef sandwiches on a plate and was pleased that
punishments did not include starvation. He chose a beer to drink and
carried the plate and beer to the deck along with a recent copy of
National Geographic. He stretched out on his belly and ate propped up on
his elbows after adjusting his cock so it rested back between his legs.

###

"What's this harness for?" Jon asked after pawing through the
collection of toys and paraphernalia that Kurt dumped on the bed to find
his lighter leash.

"Shit, I should have remembered that. You should have put that on Peter.
It's a harness that holds this dildo in place. See it's the same size
as me," he blushed, "or I mean us. My old master used to make the kid
wear it for hours at a time while we studied so he'd be ready for me at
fuck time." While Kurt talked he locked the dildo in place, fastened the
Velcroed nylon belt low on his waist, inserted the dildo by sitting on it
and then pulled up two dangling straps between his legs, one on each side
of his cock and balls and attached each to rings on the belt near his hip
bones. Kurt grinned, posed by locking his hands behind his head and
turned around slowly.

"Pretty neat. Do you think he'd freak out if we put it on him?" Jon
wondered.

Kurt shrugged, "He's already obedient and thinking in terms of being
owned by you. When we go back out there after shaving you, order him to
his knees to suck you off. He already loves cum, his own anyway and after
you fuck him, he'll be yours." Kurt grinned, "How many sandwiches did
you make up for him?" Jon held three fingers, "See you're already
treating him well, I think he probably already likes you so it's worth
it to him to put up with a few small kinks like this.

"Okay, let's go install it now." Jon agreed.

When they walked out to the living room Peter was still on his belly but
had fallen asleep with his head on his arm. They saw an empty longneck
and plate near his elbow. Kurt woke him by nudging his foot. Peter
snapped awake. His eyes locked on the dildo dangling from its harness.
Surprisingly he grinned and jumped to his feet.

"Is that for me Master? Oh wow! A real one and the straps to hold it in.
Great! I've been practicing with long plastic shampoo bottle but it
won't stay in after it gets slippery. Will you put it on me or in me?"
He held his arms out to accept the belt around the waist.

"Hey it talks!" Jon quipped with a laugh.

Peter suddenly looked contrite, "I'm sorry Master." He was talking too
much.

"Hey no boy, I don't want silence from you just respect." Jon went to
his knees to insert the flexible flesh colored tool. Peter spread his
legs and then his ass cheeks without being asked. Jon studied the boy's
tiny pucker again and was amazed when he watched it relax and open.

"Okay Master I'm ready when you are." Peter announced happily.

When Jon began to push Peter's muscle it almost reached out and grabbed
the pink head and then suck it into his body. "Holy shit boy," Jon
exclaimed, "that's the smartest damn boy pussy I've ever seen." Kurt
pulled the straps up tight and closed them.

"Thank you Master, I told you I've been practicing." Peter
experimented with walking. He wobbled out to the hall mirror to look at
his butt. When he returned to the deck he really giggled at a thought,
"You know Master I must look like I'm walking with a peg up my ass!"
He added after their laughter died, "But I sure do like how it feels.
Could I wear it home tonight?"

"Sure if you want to go home, but you can stay all night if you want to,
and then if its okay with your dad you can go with Kurt and I up to my
log cabin for the whole week."

Peter's handsome face clouded at the mention of his father, "I'm sorry
Master, but fuck my father. I haven't even seen the prick for three
weeks. He won't even know I'm gone." He brightened suddenly, "So I
sure can stay the night and I'd love to go on a vacation with you for
the first time in my life."

"Okay then, you stay out here, get some more sun and we'll be back in
awhile." Peter sat down cautiously, lay back and began humping his hips
up and down.

"Wow this is unreal, way cool man! I can hardly wait for the real
thing," Peter volunteered shyly with his eyes moving between Jon's
shorts and Kurt's semi-hard cock. "Should I go home and pack stuff?"

"No you duffus, I packed that bag for you to save you from having to do
laundry in case you wanted to go with us." Kurt advised him kindly
giving Peter a reason not to pack his own clothes. Jon made a mental note
to buy the boy some clothes for school because no one was going to look
down their noses at one of his boys.

###

"Get me extra slippery Kurt because I want you to fuck me as often as I
fuck you," Jon announced after Kurt completed his barbering, a thorough
douche and a shower. Jon looked down at where his pubes used to be, "How
do I look?"

"A stud man who likes to get fucked by his slaves."

"Okay! Now let's go pop a cherry. You know that kids' so eager and
horny I don't know how he stayed a virgin this long."

They found Peter where they left him on his back but sleeping again while
fully erect. "May I suck that beautiful cock awake Master?" Kurt
whispered while falling into his slave boy mode again.

Jon nodded and stretched out alongside them to watch. Kurt fitted his
knees between Peter's spread legs, lifted the hard sleeping cock and
took it in his mouth. His tongue massaged the head and assaulted the slit
before he swallowed it and then began to bob his head. Jon and Curt both
watched a smile form on Peter's lips. Jon leaned forward and down to
kiss that smile and the lips opened to suck his tongue in. Then only
Peter's eyes smiled into Jon's. Peter's hands moved to Kurt's head.

When Jon broke the kiss Peter asked, "May I suck you off now Master?
Right now while Kurt works my cock and the dildo works my ass."

"Pussy," Jon corrected, "Asses are for taking dumps and clean pussies
are for fucking and eating. And yes now would be a good time to suck me.
Just turn your head."

Jon crawled forward and rolled to his side facing Peter, "You have a
beautiful cock Master," he offered before he filled his mouth and Jon
began rocking his hips. Peter put a tentative hand on Jon's side to
speed his short thrusts and left it there when Jon moved faster. Jon
massaged Peter's head and whispered, "Save me some, I have a feeling
I'm going to need all I can get with you two around." That comment got
him two mouth filled giggles while he was able to laugh with them openly.

Peter climaxed first while just the sight of his youthful arching
thrusting body caused Jon to follow and he had to scramble while he
panted to receive his share back. Peter grinned at Jon apparently
unflustered by Kurt's sucking him dry, "Are you going to fuck me now
Master?"

"Nope, not until after Kurt fucks me." Jon shook his head.

"Oh wow can I watch Master?" Peter questioned enthusiastically.

"Of course, we're going to do it right here and you can help by
steering and touch either of us wherever you please. Does your dildo feel
all right? You do an awful lot of wiggling."

Peter laughed, "That's because it feels even better when I move
around." Peter hesitated before asking the next question. He took a deep
breath first, "Will you own me after you fuck me?"

"I sure will, just like Kurt," he put out his hand and Kurt put the end
of a lighter gold chain leash in his hand and waited sitting on his heels
between Jon's legs. Jon tugged until the nipple was stretched and Kurt
gathered Jon's legs on his shoulders and went prone over his exciting
new master. Peter reached out but looked at Jon for permission. Jon
nodded and tugged the leash again and Kurt sank slowly until he ran out
of cock. After another nod from Jon, Kurt began thrusting slowly, he
apologized for the pace but he was suffering from erotic overload from
sucking an almost virgin fifteen-year-old cock and watching the boy take
their master in his mouth like he'd been doing it for years. Then too
the master's choice of place, out on the deck in the sun, barely hidden
from neighbors by colorful flags which had nothing to do with reducing
the sound of the obvious comments and noises they made.

After Kurt went limp and popped out, Jon moved a surprised Kurt out of
the way by gently pulling his leash to the side before looking at Peter
and pointing to the newly vacated spot between his legs, "Eat out
Kurt's cum, but do it with your pussy in the air." He turned back to
Kurt; "You unsnap his dildo from the harness and heat up that virgin boy
pussy for me."

Peter did as he was told with his eyes as big as saucers. He stood on his
knees with his legs spread and leaned forward to stare breathless at
Kurt's thick white cum slowly oozing from his master's still relaxed
pussy. He felt Kurt reach to his belly to release the belt. With the
tension gone Peter's body spit out the alien invader like a cork under
pressure. Kurt caught it and rammed it home again driving Peter's tongue
into Jon. As Kurt established a rhythm, and Peter became comfortable with
the act he became more and more enthusiastic until he caught himself
trying to use his teeth. He assumed that biting the master if he even
could, would invite Jon's displeasure so he was content to use his lips
and tongue.

Jon remained hard while Kurt fucked him and now he was rock hard from
feeling Peter's mouth and tongue. "That's enough Pete, quick get over
on your back and get your legs out of the way. Peter complied by simply
tucking and locking his heels behind his head and lay there watching Jon
loom over him. Jon was surprised to see the acrobatic feat revealed a
pristine boy pussy gaping wide open ready to receive his cock. He entered
slowly until he was buried. Peter's smile never wavered as he watched
with his head propped by his feet locked at the ankles in back of his
head. He did wince when Jon allowed his weight to settle but that was
because Jon was mashing his balls. Peter quickly used both hands to pull
them up so his hard cock could protect them.

"Use your tool on me Kurt. Unfortunately this isn't going to take
long." Kurt just got started when Jon moaned while Peter's cock started
firing using his face as a target. Jon laughed at Peter's attempt to
lick a shot from his cheek and bent down to clean him up with his own
tongue.

Jon rolled off Peter and watched him turn his attention to Kurt
approaching him on his knees. "How long can you stay in that position
Pete?"

"Quite a while. I even learned how to walk on my hands with my feet up
like this, pretty neat huh?"

Kurt lifted his head and giggled, "It makes for easier cleaning up
afterward too," he said licking his lips. He looked at Jon for
permission. After Jon nodded he easily leaned forward and sank to pound
Peter for ten minutes without mercy until he came.

When Kurt collapsed on his contorted body, Peter looked at Jon hopefully,
"What's next Master?" He knew his last cherry was his cock buried in
one of them.

"We'll take a break for lunch, but before we do that, there's the
punishment for presenting your unclean body for my inspection. Effective
immediately you will no longer touch your cock or balls except when
showering after douching which you will do morning and night and any
other time you smell funky. Just don't wait to be sent." Jon warned. He
patted Peter's cock and cupped his balls, "These aren't yours anymore,
they belong to me and all the cum you produce is mine as well. Starting
after lunch you will serve us until further notice as our fuck boy, and
anytime one of us isn't mounted on you, you will wear your dildo," He
reached between them again to hold the boy's cock affectionately, "and
this lovely big boy will remain a virgin until the punishment is
lifted." Jon grinned at Kurt who was just regaining consciousness, on
top of Peter, "You eat him and I'll start on lunch and from now on
he's yours to fuck anytime you feel the urge. You better get off him now
though so he can get his legs working again."

Peter opened his mouth to complain but Kurt shushed him in time, "Shut
up man! Do you know what my punishment is going to be if I get anything
less than A's? Just like yours but he's not going to get ME off at all,
so I'll be drowning in my own cum in a day or two. At least we're going
to be sucking you dry whenever." Kurt lowered his head to begin the
cleaning operation.

Peter massaged Kurt's head, "Man that would really suck the big one. If
he did that to me I'd be walking around with a constant hard on."

Kurt started laughing with his face buried. He looked up, "You have been
since I shaved you."

"I have been what?" Peter wondered. Kurt reached up to Peter's cock
and waved it, "Oh yeah, I guess I have been, except for when I was
scared the master wouldn't like me when we walked over here."

Jon called them to lunch after he watched Kurt help Peter put on his
chastity belt and grinned on seeing Peter walking better with a forced
erect posture since he tended to bend forward earlier. He sat down
carefully and stared at the platter of sandwiches.

"Dig in guys. Sorry I ran out of roast beef, these are just different
kinds of lunchmeat. We'll go out for dinner tonight if you don't
mind." Jon told them.

Peter's face lit up, "You mean to a restaurant like Mac Donald's,
Master?"

Jon made a face, "Absolutely not, I was thinking of Sam's Steakhouse
and then we might catch a movie after."

Peter's expression was a delight, "Wow! Master, I've never been to a
restaurant that nice, not ever!"

"Stop the master shit while we're eating Pete, my name is Jon."

"Okay Master, I mean Jon," Peter said playfully while he devoured his
second sandwich. Jon and Kurt shared grins and winks at how much Peter
could eat.

Jon frowned at Peter with a raised eyebrow, "Would you let me get you a
nipple ring Pete?"

"And a leash too?" Peter asked while nodding excitedly.

"Yup a leash too." Jon agreed.

Kurt snapped his fingers, "I've got one just like this. I was going to
get both nipples done, but then I decided that just one looked tough.
I'll get it," he said disappearing into Jon's bedroom to rummage in
his bag. Peter took the ring in his palm and stared at it reverently. "I
can put it in too if you have a needle Jon."

"I have a sewing kit I bought for some reason years ago other than
sewing, since I can't." Jon laughed at himself and went to find a
needle.

Peter leaned back in his chair and looked down at the small clamp Kurt
closed against his chest to squeeze his nipple out further. His eyes were
saucer-like as Kurt pushed in the needle that he'd sterilized on an
electric range burner. When it was through, Kurt wiggled as gently as he
could before pulling it out and inserting the rings' post. Jon was
relieved that the procedure was almost bloodless as he dabbed at the two
wounds with an antiseptic cotton ball.

"It almost doesn't even hurt," Peter announced in wonder and kissed
Kurt to thank him for the ring and installing it. He leaned back so they
both could look down at the opposing touching rings. He looked from Jon
to Kurt slyly, "Do you know why I picked this nipple?" he asked but
didn't wait for an answer, "Because if sometime both of us are bad you
could chain us together." He watched Jon's erection grow and felt
Kurt's growing between his legs, both thinking of the possibilities.

Jon shook his head, "Not until that heals and don't try anything when
I'm not looking either, I see the gears grinding behind those beady
eyes," he joked.

Peter tried to look innocent, "Yes Master." He had another thought,
"When we go out tonight can we stop in a pet shop and get a choker
collar like Kurt's? I know one like his is gold and way too expensive
but a cheapo will do."

Before Jon could agree Kurt called, "Blue! Come here boy!" Blue ran
from the bedroom. Kurt bent down and removed the dog's choker to wave it
at Peter, "Ta da!" he sang, "Now we'll really match." He giggled as
Peter tried to put it on over his head. "It won't fit that way, you
have to bend one ring so it comes off and then you slip the end of the
chain through the other ring and then put the ring back on and pinch it
closed. Once on, you can't take it off without pliers. Now all we need
is a pair of pliers."

Jon disappeared to his bedroom and returned wearing shorts, "My tools
are in the truck." He explained and left them.

"How come you bought such an expensive collar for your dog?"

"I didn't, my old master bought all this gold shit. He trained Blue to,
well never mind, I'll tell you sometime when we're alone," Kurt was
beet red so Peter didn't press the question, but his imagination was
working overtime as he looked at Blue.

After Jon returned with pliers and the job was done, Peter stood before
them happily fingering the chain with Blue's tag still attached so
except for the opposing nipple rings and Blue's name, Jon's two love
slaves matched.

Kurt approached Jon shyly while Peter went out to the deck to work on his
tan. "Master, I was wondering why you haven't fucked me yet?"

Jon blinked before he began laughing, "You know I honestly don't know,
if you hadn't found Peter, I assure you I would have. Come on

Babe, let's correct the omission right now."

Peter stirred from his reading when the master and other slave joined
him, but they ignored him. Kurt lay on his back with his legs spread,
already lifted and back out of the master's way. Their master was as
eager to penetrate, as the boy slave was to receive his master's
hardness. Peter reached back and began pushing his thumb against his
dildo, and by then he considered it his. He was marked by his jewelry as
property or chattel, his nipple ring and golden chain collar, but the
column of soft plastic was his and replaced his master's or Kurt's hard
cock in his body so he was content to work it while he watched them make
love. He was startled by that thought, but that was what they were doing.
Everything they did was so much more sensual than what either of them had
done with him although he loved every moment of what they did with and to
his body thus far. He fell onto his back with his hand pinned under his
butt still working his only possession while he was with them. His cock
lifted from his belly as the master groaned and lifted his upper body to
spurt his seed into his lover's body, a signal that his cock should
erupt on his chest and taunt gut.

Jon and Kurt both looked to him when he whined and then matched Jon's
groan. Jon reached and pulled him closer so he could be licked clean
without Jon disengaging. "Please Master please! I need to be fucked!"
Peter begged.

Jon smiled and pulled out suddenly still connected to Kurt by a delicate
strand of cum that parted when he pushed and manipulated Kurt over to
Peter's body. Kurt released the straps and Peter rocked back to his
shoulders. The plastic cock popped out and was pushed aside. Kurt
replaced it easily but gently and instantly began thrusting. Peter felt
some additional weight and opened his eyes to see his master grinning
down on him over Kurt's shoulder.

"Master! You're an animal but I love it!" Peter exclaimed wondering
how such an older man could be so virile but loving the attention he'd
craved for so long when he realized his master was making love to him
through Kurt. Kurt kissed passionately while their master planted a
hickie on Kurt's tanned muscular back up high on his shoulder.

Much later in the afternoon Peter rubbed Kurt's snoozing back, "Would
you give me a hickie Master?"

Jon pushed the boy flat, sucked him slowly, and when both were satisfied
he sucked the smooth sun reddened skin once covered by pubic hair just
above Peter's still hard cock.

###

Dinner in an expensive restaurant was a first-time adventure for Peter.
He read every word on the menu and each price. He refused to order until
after Jon and Kurt both ordered expensive steaks, then finally chose a
grilled chicken breast, the cheapest item he could find. Jon listened and
grinned, "Check that," he told the waiter, "he'll have the
twenty-four ounce porterhouse," he paused to look at Peter, "How do you
like your steak grilled?"

"Ah, how do you like yours?" Peter countered. "I'm not much into
steak," he admitted, "except for looking at them in a meat case."

He almost said Master, and blushed when Jon winked at him kindly not
upset with the near goof. "Rare." Jon said.

"That's what I want too then I guess." Peter told the waiter proudly
while he continued to wiggle slightly in his chair and Jon completed his
order since he wasn't paying attention to the waiter's questions
because he was staring at a busboy clearing a table close by. He leaned
toward Kurt creating an instant slave boy conspiracy, "Man check that
out, he's so gorgeous I'd eat his shit," he whispered. Kurt nodded and
giggled after looking. The busboy turned red, smiled and winked at Peter
before hurrying off with his tub of dishes. Peter wiggled faster.

The busboy, a teenager was tall, probably six-two, and wiry. He was
obviously an athlete. He had a patrician face, a clear complexion with
blue eyes and short brown baby fine hair that lay tightly against his
scalp, which he probably didn't need to comb.

Jon shook his head in dismay, "Not only gorgeous, but he's got perfect
hearing too," he observed dryly, which started them all laughing and
quietly appraising the rest of the wait staff.

Peter placed his well-gnawed bone on his plate and rocked back rubbing
his belly to decline Jon's question about dessert. Suddenly the
much-admired busboy was standing by Peter to collect used dinnerware.
When he left there was a folded cocktail napkin in front of the boy.
Peter looked at it and grinned before passing it to Jon. The scrawled
note said, `I think you guys are HOT too!' There was also a phone
number with `cphone' in parentheses and a time, `10 PM'. The note was
signed, `Kelly'.

Jon passed the note to Kurt and offered his cell phone to Peter, "Here
call him, he's standing by the kitchen door looking at you. My apartment
number is 14B. Just remind him that there's three of us."

The threesome returned from the movie at nine-thirty and after shedding
their clothes, went into Jon's bathroom to clean themselves before Kelly
arrived at ten or a little after. Peter was nervous after Jon advised him
that his punishment was lifted for the night and he would be first to
fuck the new boy and so give up his last cherry while he gained some
experience as a reward since his brazen comment in the restaurant
produced such a beautiful walking, talking result.

Jon started the fireplace using a manufactured log, which burned nicely
and produced little in the way of heat since all he wanted was atmosphere
in the August night. Kurt worked his way around the room lighting candles
while Peter sat in front of the fire hugging his knees in the middle of a
white furry llama skin rug. He continued to move his butt enjoying the
movement of his dildo, which he opted to keep in for a while longer after
Jon told him that it could be removed for the night. There was a knock on
the door.

Peter opened the door a crack by standing behind it and twisting his neck
so that all Kelly saw were eyes. When he saw it was Kelly, he opened the
door, grabbed one of his arms and pulled him inside. "Hi," he said
shyly, "I'm Peter, this is Jon and that's Kurt and you need to get
undressed, this is a clothes free apartment." Peter's initial shyness
disappeared as he began unbuttoning Kelly's shirt while Kelly stared
open mouthed at Peter's erection and harness.

"What's this for?" Kelly asked brushing his hand down over Peter's
belly and grazing his cock with his fingers.

Peter looked at Kelly strangely, "DUH, it's my cock silly, and you
better have one too," he clutched Kelly's chinos and grinned, "I feel
that you do and a very nice one at that."

Kelly grinned, and touched Peter's belt, "I meant this, wise ass." He
began helping Peter while he took in his new surroundings including Kurt
and Jon's bodies. He liked everything he saw, "All you guys are
shaved," he nodded to himself and made a decision, "Kinda kinky but
cool."

Peter squatted and crossed his eyes looking at Jon, "I don't know why I
didn't try this before, this pulls it in further." He looked up at
Kelly, "This harness holds a dildo in me that's about that big," he
pointed at Jon's cock while he bounced on his knees several times, "oh
yeah," he mumbled, both at the new sensations running through his body,
but also at seeing Kelly's five inch cock when he exposed it by pulling
down Kelly's bikini briefs with his trousers.

Kelly turned to face Kurt and Jon, after Peter removed his shoes and
socks and he was able to kick free of his pants and underwear. "What you
see is what you get," he said looking down at his perfect five-inch rod,
"I could be better hung, but it works okay. I'm always horny and half
hard most of the time."

Peter giggled, took Kelly's hand and led him to the firry carpet and
pulled him down, "I have the same problems but we're in good hands with
these two around." Kurt wiggled his ass beside them as Jon settled his
weight. He looked down quizzically, "Is your pussy clean? You have to be
if you want to get eaten. I know what I said at the table, but I didn't
really mean it." He blushed with a new thought after noting Kelly's
surprised expression, "Of course getting eaten after might gross you out
so I guess it doesn't matter."

"Oh yes it does matter to me," Jon interrupted, glancing to the side
without missing a stroke, "I like fucking clean young pussies not asses,
so I guess you won't be getting laid tonight."

Kelly got to his knees, and sat on his heels looking down on the rutting
couple "You didn't give me a chance to answer the question. I'm not
very experienced, I'm going to be a senior in high school and I'm still
in the closet there because I don't ever want to put up with the shit
that guys who have come out have to. You guys were strangers and like I
said, hot, but I'm really just a wannabe." He looked hopefully at
Peter, "I'll do whatever you guys want about getting clean, just tell
me."

Jon mumbled with difficulty, "Okay... Pete, take him into my bathroom and
get it done."

Peter took Kelly's hand to pull him up to his feet and the giggling race
to the bedroom and adjoining bath was on. "Are you going to shave me
before or after I'm clean?" Kelly asked breathlessly.

Forty-five minutes, reciprocal head jobs in the shower and Kelly and
Peter had become instant good friends. "Can you stay all night?" Peter
asked.

Kelly grinned and nodded, "After we talked I called home to tell the
`rents that I was going over to a coworker's to a party after work to
celebrate not having to work until after Labor Day. Being protective
types about drinking and driving, my mom told me that if I had even one
beer, I was to stay over night! Isn't that great?"

Peter's eyes lit up, "Come on we've got to talk to Jon. Will they let
you come with us for a week's vacation?" Peter asked Kelly on the
return race to the living room. Jon and Kurt were busy cementing their
friendship since the initial lust period had waned, they were lying on
their sides talking and enjoying each other's body with their hands and
eyes. "Jon, Jon, Kelly just told me that he's taking the rest of the
month off as vacation until school starts!" He was breathless in
anticipation of Jon asking Kelly about the cabin.

"That's nice," Jon replied with a smirk with his eyes on the tall
boy's newly barbered sleek body.

"But, but, Jon, I mean Master, please, there'd be four of us and you'd
have another young cock and boy pussy to enjoy." Peter begged.

Jon laughed, "Now I wonder why I didn't think of that?" he joked and
stood up to look Kelly over. "Kelly my boy I hereby invite you to go
with us, but I don't think there's a snow ball's chance in hell of
your parent's giving you permission to go away for a week with a
complete stranger and two unrelated teenagers." Jon spoke softly while
he ran his hands everywhere over Kelly's body. "You really are
beautiful though, so welcome to my growing family if you want to join us
when we get back."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about them. We need to think up a plan. Has anyone
got any ideas?" Kelly said as Jon sank to his knees.

"Yeah, a taste of honey," Jon answered and gobbled Kelly into his
mouth.

"I do," Peter offered while Kurt pulled him down to his back, "let's
just flesh out your first fib about going to a party and staying all
night." He didn't elaborate until he pulled his legs up to receive
Kurt. "Kurt here is really your busboy buddy from work and I'm his
younger brother and the Master is our father. You know Dad;" he offered
in a contorted whisper, "you've been more of a father to me in just a
few hours than my real asshole father has ever been."

Jon pulled away from Kelly to look down on Peter. All he could see of the
boy, halfway to manhood was his legs wrapped around Kurt. "Thank you
son, that I'll never have naturally, I think you're as close to being
the next best thing I'm ever going to find. If that was an offer, I
accept." Jon never stopped kneading Kelly's cheeks and massaging his
long flanks.

"Master Jon, I'm going to cum!" Kelly moaned and used Jon's shoulders
to hold himself upright. Jon returned to the business at hand, or rather
mouth and was just in time to drink of the boy's fountain of youth.

Kurt moaned and collapsed, Peter pulled him in tighter with both arms and
legs before his oohing and aahing changed, and he screamed, "OUCH!
You're crushing my nuts!"

That got all four laughing. Tall Kelly collapsed on Jon until the four
were a seething heap of arms and legs. When they calmed down enough Jon
kissed Peter in a very un-fatherly fashion, "You know, that story just
might work my youngest son."

###

There was some trepidation the next morning as Jon followed Kelly to his
home. Kurt rode with Kelly while Peter was in Jon's truck and Blue ran
back and forth on the back seat attempting to catch up to his master.
"If you call me master, Peter, I swear I'll kill you right in front of
them," he warned as they climbed down to `meet the parents.'

Jon was surprised that they actually accepted and even consoled him as a
single father with not one, but two teenage sons. Kelly's parents were
delighted to have him go away for a week. It would mean a week away from
his car and driving, a week free of worrying about him when he was out of
sight in his car. It would be a week of peace, a vacation for them too.

Kelly tossed an over-stuffed bag into the back of Jon's crew-cab truck
because no clothing would have raised questions and sat in the front so
he had more room for his long legs while Kurt and Peter, with Blue
between them sat in the rear. Jon made three stops before they left the
city behind. The first was at a flea market. Jon sent the boys off armed
with money to buy vegetables and fruit while he went in search of a
jeweler's booth that sold different styles and weights of gold chain by
the inch. The second stop was to buy groceries, two buggies full to
hopefully last the week, and the final stop was at a porn shop. Jon took
Kurt with him for advice.

Once back in the truck and Jon saw that Peter and Kelly had stripped off
their shirts he shrugged, "Okay guys, all three of you get naked. No one
will see you through this tinted glass and you'll only wear what you're
told to the rest of the week." Only Kelly hesitated until he saw Peter
and Kurt naked and stretching their young bodies in the back. Both were
instantly erect. Blue began licking Kurt's cock eagerly. Kurt blushed
nervously and pushed the dog away.

"Not now Blue," he whispered.

Peter giggled and pulled the dog's head to his lap. Blue began licking
him just as enthusiastically, "Is this what your old master trained him
to do, lick you off?" Kurt just nodded in answer, but his blush
deepened. "Anything else?" he prodded and then relented, "Man that is
way cool! Will he fuck me?"

Kurt sighed in the relative silence. He saw Jon looking at him in the
rear view mirror and lying was not allowed. "It started out as a
penalty. My master had to hold me in place at first, not the licking, I
enjoyed that, but when he made me kneel with him kneeling in front of me,
he locked my head between his thighs so my butt was in the air." He met
Jon's eyes in the mirror wearing a bleak expression, "I'm sorry if it
grosses you out Master, but its kind of habit forming. Blue and I get off
with each other at least once a week."

Kurt waited for Jon to stop the truck and tell him to get out but Jon
surprised him, "Your master raped you with a dog, it's not your fault
or Blue's. What you do with him now is private and personal, just don't
ever come to me without douching afterward," he cautioned realizing that
his love for the boy overwhelmed the acts of bestiality.

Peter's body arched off the seat. He moaned while shooting streamers of
jit up his body and Blue chased them with his tongue. "Will he fuck me
now?" Peter asked looking hopeful while he panted.

Kurt nodded, "As soon as we get there. He won't let you out of his
sight until you assume the position." With that said, Blue lay down with
his head in Peter's lap."

Peter giggled nervously, "Are we there yet Dad? How long until we get
there?" he whined like a child, bringing laughter from the others and
easing the built up tension.

"Next I suppose you'll tell me you have to pee," Jon said with a
smile.

"If you fall for that Jon, the place better be private because Pete here
is going to become a bitch as soon as he gets out of the truck," Kurt
warned, "Old Blue will have his reward for services rendered."

Jon looked over at Kelly and then back at Peter, "Tell me my son, why is
Kelly wearing your dildo?"

"He gave it to me," Kelly answered quickly, not wanting Peter to get in
trouble, "I asked him for it," he added.

Peter punched Kelly in the shoulder, "The word you were looking for is
LENT!"

"Were you wearing that in front of your parents?" Jon asked, somewhat
shocked. Kelly nodded, grinned and wiggled. "What a pair of horn
toads."

He grinned, "Okay you just keep that one. I bought two more."

Peter giggled, "Why do you think he was doing that little dance while we
were talking to them?" he asked rhetorically.

###

Jon slowed the truck on a narrow country road, "See the water through
those trees? That's all anyone can see of the lake."

"Aren't there any other houses?" Kurt asked. "That looks like a
pretty big lake."

"Yup, around four hundred acres. There are no other houses because I own
the lake and another four hundred acres surrounding it." Jon giggled as
they stopped in front of a padlocked gate, which Kelly opened without the
thought that he was naked. "This land has been in my family like
forever. We used to come here every summer and most weekends. My parents
retired here and after they passed on, I just come up every couple of
months now," he sighed.

"How come so seldom?"

"Oh, I guess because of memories. I think I would have more if I had
someone to share it with, you know, create some new memories," Jon
smiled glancing around, "and suddenly I have the three of you."

The gravel drive turned out to be a quarter mile long. Kelly and Kurt
didn't even look at the house as they watched Peter jump from the truck
before it was completely stopped with Blue following and snuffling his
crotch. Peter knelt in tall grass and leaned his head down on the ground
after mashing the grass down.

"Just pat your butt," Kurt instructed, "so he knows you're ready.

All three were goggle-eyed as they watched the well-trained dog mount the
boy and quickly find his new bitch's pussy, even Kurt, who had never
watched before.

"He's well hung," Peter grunted in surprise.

Kurt grinned, "Wait until he ties with you."

"Huh?" Jon, Kelly and even Peter asked together.

Kurt explained, "Dogs have a big knot in the base of their cocks. It
swells up when he's ready to pop his load. Blue always forces it in just
in time."

Peter grunted seriously, "Like just then," and added after a moment,
"and it's getting bigger!" Blue whined his pleasure as his cum flowed.
At the right time known only to the dog, Blue twisted his body so his
forepaws dropped to the ground and turned half away so his butt continued
to touch Peter's since dog remained buried in boy pussy. "Damn! When
does he stop coming."

Kurt shrugged, "When he's finished. You'll know when the knot shrinks
and you're free."

Ten minutes later, Peter stood up on his knees after a wet thank you kiss
on the face from Blue. Jon pushed Peter back down, "Not yet boy bitch,
you've got three more very hot cocks to serve. That was quite a show."

Kelly and Kurt nodded and held themselves carefully since watching the
bizarre act got everyone to the bursting point. Kelly was last and by the
time he was finished cum was leaking out and drooling thickly, slowly
down the inside of Peter's thighs. Kelly pushed Peter so he lay on his
stomach. Peter humped the ground several times before they saw his body
tighten and his butt clenched while his load fertilized the ground under
his gut.

"Go get cleaned up Pete, sorry if we were a little rough on you but that
was just too much. We'll get the stuff unloaded while you're gone."

Peter rolled over and started to sit up, Kelly pushed him back, "No wait
Master, could I, you know," he pointed, to Peter's crotch.

Jon shrugged, "Sure, if you want to."

Kelly grinned, "Quick Pete tuck your feet behind your head."

Peter complied but asked, "How come you wouldn't do this last night?"

"I'm older now and this is something a lover should always do to show
his love from me to you anyway," Kelly whispered.

"Lover as in do you mean you love me? Because I started loving you when
I first saw you, I loved your face and your body, and your great
personality when you blushed, grinned at me and winked. Last night you
gave me all your cherries and I used the last of mine in you." Peter
looked to see that Jon and Kurt were unloading the truck, he whispered to
Peter, "Suck up a mouthful of that and share it with me lover boy."

Kurt was still laughing about what Jon described as a log cabin. It was
built of logs or native fieldstone where the outside walls were solid,
but the overall look was contemporary and huge. Jon explained that it
started out as a four-room cabin and the rest was added on over the
years.

Jon carried their small amount of luggage to the master bedroom and
returned to the kitchen wearing a frown, "I must be getting forgetful,
when I left here two months ago this whole place was not as tidy and
clean."

Kurt held up the coffee carafe, "You also forgot to wash the coffee pot
and the pot's still warm."

"Sonofabitch!" Jon swore, "Come on let's look around a little better
someone must have broken in and is living here."

They discovered the intruder was using the den as his bedroom, evidenced
by a neatly spread sleeping bag on the carpet and some clothing folded
and stacked on the sofa. Kurt looked inside a pair of jeans, "A
twenty-eight inch waist, I guess we can handle him if we can ever find
him." He followed Jon back to the great room after discovering the boy
had been using one guest bathroom where they found his razor and other
bath articles plus a damp face cloth.

"Whoever he is he's a neat nick and I should probably end up paying him
for all this cleaning," Jon remained amazed. "He even did all the
windows."

"Look, there's your little housekeeper!" Kurt pointed to the side door
into the enclosed boathouse. They watched a dark haired naked boy who was
also darkly tanned leave it carrying a small cooler jug. He walked twenty
feet out on the beach and sat Indian fashion on a colorful towel to take
a long drink before stretching out on his back to enjoy the sun.

Kelly and Peter ran in holding hands, "Can we help do something? Wow
this place is beautiful and huge. You had me convinced that we were going
to sleep all jammed together in a twin bed, some cabin." Peter's
giggling stopped when Jon pointed out the boy on the beach and explained
that he was an intruder. "Another hottie like us," he decided
immodestly, "and already buck naked. Well shall we go introduce
ourselves Dad?"

Jon took Kurt's hand and started for the glass wall, "Yup Son that's
exactly what we'll do."

The boy didn't know he was surrounded until Jon cast his shadow on his
closed eyes, while the three boys ogled his splendid sun drenched body
and the thick five inch limp manhood that drooped over a pair of heavy
balls. The boy sat up quickly but didn't try to stand up. He just hugged
his knees staring at the lake.

"Okay, you got me, now what are you going to do with me?" he asked
finally. The depth of his baritone voice surprised everyone.

Jon sat down by the boy, "I'll decide after you tell me your name and
why you took up residence in my house?" he said softly and not unkindly.

"My name is Tristen Hollingsworth."

 Peter stretched out alongside Tristen, interrupting him, "Cool man
that's sounds like an expensive name. Mine's Peter, that's my
boyfriend Kelly, and that hunk is Kurt and you're chatting with our
master, Jon.

"Tristen is my mother's maiden name and my father cut and sold firewood
for a living. How expensive is that?"

"Tony Hollingsworth? I knew him, I'm sorry; he passed two or three
years ago? We always bought our wood at your woodlot."

Tristen nodded, "My mom remarried a year ago and the idiot wacko is
jealous of me. He didn't hit me after the first time and I came at him
with an ax handle. Since then it's been like psychological warfare. When
mom's around it's subtle like dumping coffee on me when I was late for
school, or messing up my hair or just walking in on me in the bathroom
anytime or my bedroom to wake me up to check on me on his way to bed. But
when mom's not around, then it really begins, he's called me every name
in the book from gay to fudge packer. He wants me gone. This summer I was
trying to cut and split some wood to stock up for the fall rush, I
thought I could make some money AND get away from him. That didn't work
either. He started to come over to the lot to help," Tristen used
fingers to put quotes around that word. He grinned for the first time,
"Until I got out my trusty ax handle again."

"Then people around town started looking at me strangely and I
discovered that he'd been going around telling people that I was a fag.
I gave up, packed some clothes and hiked here. I knew what you looked
like, everyone does and I saw you in town the day before and of course
everyone knows about this place, I was going to ask if I could live here
until I'm eighteen and work around the place for food and found. Could I
still even though I already am?"

"Why'd you break in and where?" Jon asked.

"I didn't break in, when I knocked on the back door it opened, it
sticks, and you have to slam it or did until I fixed it. When I saw the
door unlocked I figured that you were out doing something so I sat on the
back porch until it got dark, then I got in my bag and spent the night
right there waiting for you. I still didn't go inside until the next
night when I decided you'd gone and my gut was demanding supper."

"Damn Tristen you missed me by an hour. And you're right about that
damned door. Come on let's get some lunch." Jon pulled the boy to his
feet.

"Holy shit! Look at you! I can see every muscle!" the by then the never
shy Peter expounded only to get a shot in the ribs from Kelly.

Tristen grinned and looked back, "Thanks, you guys aren't bad
yourselves but if you want these look me up and I'll introduce you to my
splitting machine." After they all took a brief swim to wash the sand
off, he dropped back to walk between Kelly and Peter, "Can I ask you
guys about being shaved?"

 "Sure, Jon's our master and so that would make us his slaves." Peter
answered matter-of-factly, if not proudly.

  "SAY WHAT!" Tristen boomed.

Peter giggled at that response, "Yup, sex slaves" He lowered his voice,
"Actually he's a pussy cat, if you do as he says, he frowned at Kelly,
"Speaking of which where's my DILDO? You're going to get me in so much
trouble!"

"OOPS! I left it out by the truck. I guess I better go get it." Kelly
took off around the house in an easy ground-covering lope.

Jon and Tristen worked to put away all the groceries since they knew
where the stuff belonged. "Hey Dad, do I have time to take a shower I'm
smelling kind of funky," he said while squatting to pet Blue. "Oh and
also you said you bought two more dorks, can I get one since Kelly isn't
planning to return mine."

"Yes you have time, there's stuff to get clean under the sink and the
dorks are in a sack on the bed, yours is the bigger one."

Peter's eyes lit up and his smile was ear to ear, "THANKS DAD! Come on
Kelly you can help."

"Mr. Peterson, can we talk sometime?"

Jon looked around; Kurt was manufacturing a platter full of one-pound
burgers. "Tristen and I are going to chat for a while Kurt, just shout
when you're ready."

"Okay Jon."

They sat in the great room staring at the lake, "Mr. Peterson, all the
shit about being gay got me thinking, I don't know if I am or not."

"Well you know very obviously the four of us are. Let me ask you this,
do you like looking at my three boys?"

"Yeah sure and you're in great shape too, but that doesn't mean
anything, all jocks look at other jocks in the locker room all the time
and some even spring woodies occasionally."

"Of my three, which one do you like looking at the most?" Jon asked.

"Peter I guess, he's friendly and funny and so damn honest and I guess
his dimples are neat too." Tristen blushed, "He'll have a great body
soon too, if he works on it a little."

"Yes I heard him answer your question," Jon grinned, "I require
honesty, come on, let's see what they're up to."

Jon guided Tristen into his bedroom, "Pete," he called to the silent
bathroom, "could you come out here for a minute?"

The door opened. Kelly followed Pete. Both were hard, "What's up?" he
grinned on seeing Tristen standing by Jon, "Hi Tristen," but Tristen
wasn't listening, his eyes were glued to Peter's erection. Peter looked
down at himself and then up at Tristen's. He watched Tristen's elongate
and rise to horizontal. "Perfect!" Peter said and raced to the bed
where his new dildo waited, "Look Dad!" He held the nine-inch dildo in
one hand and Tristen's nine-inch cock throbbed in the other. "I'll bet
you knew he was here didn't you? Can I try the real thing before I put
this in?" Tristen pulled his eyes away from Peter to look down at his
own equipment to see Peter stroking him while he invited Kelly to weigh
his heavy nut sack.

Jon interrupted, "Lay off guys." He turned to the troubled teen,
"Tristen, if Peter were to get you off right now with his mouth, do you
think you could return the favor?" Peter sank to his knees in
anticipation.

Tristen nodded imperceptibly, "I've got to find out," he whispered to
himself.

Peter fed the big cock into his mouth slowly and carefully until only
three inches remained. Kelly got behind Tristen to hump his lower spine
and run his long fingers over his well defined body from Peter's mouth
up to his shoulders and then back. Tristen began to purr as he leaned
back into Kelly's chest. Peter struggled to accept another inch.

"Use your hands Tristen, but don't force him, he'll get you all, it
just takes practice." Jon whispered adding his hands to compete with
Kelly's. He offered another tip or really a rule, "When you start
coming back off so Peter can take your cum in his mouth."

Tristen let out a blood-curdling scream and consciously threw his hands
in the air, away from Peter's head because his body was being ruled by
instinct at that moment. Kurt came running to see who got killed and
stayed to watch Peter's throat working frantically, as he had to swallow
repeatedly. Kelly was supporting Tristen with a bear hug.

Peter rocked back to sit on his heels and stare up at Tristen, who was
just then showing signs of life, "Oh man that was the best head,
thanks!"

Tristen responded by lifting Peter to his feet using his armpits as he
sank to his knees, "No, thank you! I'm sorry in advance if I bite,"
His tongue snaked out to catch a knurdle of precum that had grown too big
to remain. He took his time in tasting before he smiled up at Peter and
took his cock in his mouth while their eyes still touched. Peter used his
hands on Tristen's head but only to set the pace not to control depth.
Tristen had to tip his head back further when he looked up again with
smiling eyes as his lips pressed flesh.

Peter tapped Tristen on his shoulder when he was about to explode and
dutifully pulled away from Tristen's mouth until only his head remained.
Peter remained there until Tristen decided otherwise because he held
Peter's cheeks in two death grips and when Tristen finally regained his
feet, Peter pulled him into his arms and kissed him deeply.

"How was that? Did you like it? Cum tastes good doesn't? You never
kissed a guy before have you?" Peter ended his cheerful questions when
he ran out of breath.

Tristen giggled, "Excellent. Loved it. Delicious. Nope that was a first
for me too."

Peter turned to Jon, "Can Tristen fuck me now Dad?" He asked looking
little boy hopeful, and used `dad', to further wheedle the favor.

Jon grinned and shook his head, "Nope it's time for lunch, but I'll
make you a deal," he picked up the nine-inch dork with its straps
attached, "let Kelly help you with this. If you get it all the way in,
and keep it in during lunch, then Tristen can have you. How's that?"

"Okay, come on Kel, let's get this in me. We'll use the bathroom
counter." Peter started another race with Kelly.

"Can I help too?" Tristen asked and paused to pick up the second
smaller cock. "Could I use this one?"

"Sure bring it along. We'll have to hurry though because you need to
get cleaned out first. Too bad we don't have time to shave you too, but
we can't miss lunch. Cum is just like a habit forming snack, but it
isn't very filling." Peter giggled and bent over the counter with his
legs spread after he was satisfied the red faced Tristen was clean to his
satisfaction.

Kelly and Tristen used extra oil on the head and shaft of the plastic
monster, actually an accidental life-like replica of Tristen, and after
five minutes of slipping and sliding, the soft plate that kissed Peter's
pussy lips meant success. Tristen held it place while Kelly attached the
straps. Peter stood up carefully and Tristen replaced him after shyly
handing his harness to Peter.

All three boys were pleased that the operation was painless and laughed
while Tristen walked around the bedroom experimentally. Only Kelly was
laughing at Tristen and Peter while they held each other slightly bent
over like a pair of old men as they carefully walked down the stairs.

The three took chairs at a table on the terrace. Peter and Tristen took a
full minute to settle their weight, but it wasn't long before Peter
resumed his incessant wiggling and encouraged Tristen to follow his lead.
Soon the three black-harnessed boys looked to Jon and Kurt like they all
had the same disease.

"What were you doing in the boathouse this morning Tristen, cleaning
that too?" Jon asked with amusement. He looked at the other three boys
chuckling, "God," he thought to himself, "one day I'm lonely and the
next, I'm sitting at lunch with four fantastically beautiful naked,
eager, willing teenagers who for some reason are willing to obey my every
command." He realized that Tristen was answering his question, "I sorry
Tristen what were you doing with the boats?"

"Waxing them, their hulls I already cleaned the insides. I'd just
finished the second jet-ski."

"JET-SKIS!" Kurt, Kelly and Peter exclaimed at once suddenly
interested.

"Yup, two of them," Jon answered and watched the gears begin to grind
in Peter's mind. "There's also a ski boat for water skiing and a
pontoon boat I use for fishing. You're welcome to use any of them,
remember this is a vacation. You too Tristen, and by the way you can
continue to live here for as long as you want, and I'll pay for what
you've done and give you a salary in the future. Have you been in the
garage?" he laughed as soon as he asked. It was obvious that Tristen
found the key rack. "Am I to assume that the garage is as tidy as the
house?"

"Yes Sir," Tristen blushed at the compliment, "and thank you Sir for
letting me stay here, but you don't have to pay me anything."

"I know I don't, but if I can't pay you then you can't stay here, so
I guess I win that one. As I was saying, there are two Jeeps in there,
the army Jeep is Korean War era surplus, and the big old Grand Cherokee
was my father's. You can use either anytime."

"Excuse me Dad, could we try out the Jet Skis?" Peter asked cautiously.

Jon grinned and shrugged, "Sure but I thought you and Kelly had some
unfinished business left over from upstairs, you know like finish
welcoming Tristen to the family." Jon grinned while he watched three
cocks rise. One, Tristen's rose over the table edge. He snapped his
fingers, "But first do you want your leash? In all the excitement I
forgot."

"Leash?" Tristen asked weakly, although the others saw that his little
head liked the idea.

Kurt picked his off the table and snapped it on his nipple ring, "See,
like this one. Its mostly symbolic, but sometimes it's nice to get
tugged to where the master wants you. You know something that I do with
mine Pete? I wore it to school, under my shirt and jeans and inside my
boxer's. It is SO cool to walk around and feel it knocking lightly on
your cock."

"So are we going to get together now, maybe right here in the sun or
after we mess with the skis?" Tristen asked Peter shyly. He felt left
out since he was the only virgin in the family."

"Yeah, we have to do it now, if we don't he might change his mind and
reinstate my penalty," Peter decided.

"When I brought him to meet Jon he hadn't showered yet, and he took
exception. Pete's serving time as our fuck boy until Jon tells him
otherwise." Kurt explained.

"Damn it Kurt you forgot the worse part," Peter hung his head, "But
I'm not allowed to fuck anyone," he added morosely as Jon returned to
dump a small bag of gold chain on the table.

"Nipple ring," he handed it to Kelly, "and nipple ring," he said and
offered the second ring to Tristen, "that is, if you want one. No
pressure one way or the other."

Tristen brightened, "Hell yeah, I want one too. Gee thanks Mr.
Peterson"

"I'll get the stuff," Kurt volunteered and took off running.

"Tristen, if you call that again or Sir, when we aren't playing the
slave game, there will be repercussions. My name is Jon."

"Yes Jon, I'm sorry. It's just that I was taught to respect others,
especially someone like you after camping in your house for two months
and then you give me a job besides."

Kurt returned with his few tools and a big bed comforter. Peter, Kelly,
and Tristen spread it out in eager anticipation while Jon and Kurt sorted
out the tangles in the chain. "I couldn't get those rings for a choker,
but the guy did show me the seam where a link can be opened, so I thought
it would be neat to have one continuous chain with no catch. This lighter
chain matches yours and I got lobster claw catches that can be pinched
on. Will that work?"

Kurt held up the length of chain, "You know Jon there's enough here for
all four of us. Maybe its time to give Blue his back and I'll put mine
away so we can forget reminders of my past."

Jon leaned into Kurt and gave him a gentle kiss, "I was hoping you'd
say that. That's why I bought so much, I guess even Tristen." Peter
giggled and screamed. The three boys were wrestling on the comforter; two
against one, Kelly and Peter against Tristen and the two were losing.
"You know Kurt you three all have beautiful bodies; forgive me for
saying this, but Tristen's is phenomenal. I was thinking that I'll let
them enjoy him this afternoon, and then tonight we can enjoy him, plus
I'll lift Pete's embargo, so the new lovebirds can enjoy each other
fully."

"An excellent plan Master. Hey do you want to have some fun with Pete?"
Jon grinned and nodded his agreement.

"Okay boys, come to attention." After they stood in formation, Jon
looked at Peter and shook his head while he waved Kurt over with his
pliers, "Blue wants his collar back, after all he is your boss now."
Peter was on the verge of tears but he didn't move a muscle except to
blink rapidly. Jon realized he was being heartless, "Because my son, I
got you a brand new one and one for each of you who are officially in my
family when we're together."

"MASTER! You had me scared shitless!" Peter cried and giggled but
didn't otherwise move."

"Take a seat Pete so Kurt can get you measured first." Peter sat down
without regard to what he was wearing. He let out a loud OOF and then
settled down. Kurt went to work and Peter was soon wearing a new heavy
shiny gold chain without a clasp that was about an inch larger than the
base of his neck. Kelly was next. He watched stoically while his nipple
was pierced after Peter made sure it would oppose his, before leaning his
long neck to the side to have his collar installed. Kelly joined Peter on
the blanket to make out gently, mindful of their tender nipples. Peter
whispered to Kelly who then helped him remove his harness and Peter took
care of Kelly's.

Peter grinned at Tristen, "I swear Tris, if your pecs were any bigger
you'd have to wear a bra."

"Thank you I think." Without warning he slammed his fist into the
muscle where his new adornment wasn't. The muscle was unforgiving, "You
may have just noticed that they're self supporting!" he giggled at
Peter's awed expression. "I told you if you want a set of your own come
and visit me at the log splitter."

"I don't understand, if the machine does the work how do you get
muscled up like you are?" Peter looked puzzled.

"DUH! EARTH TO PETER," he shouted through cupped hands. "You have to
carry the big logs to the machine and all the little fireplace-size
pieces away and stack them."

Peter shrugged, "That sounds like fun."

Tristen stood up and struck a classic pose wearing his ring and collar.
"These are neat I really like them. Thank you Jon," he slapped his
forehead, "I mean Master."

Jon grinned, "That's okay Tristen, you're brand new. Your penalty will
be to just do what you'd planned to do anyway, put on a show for us with
these two. Fill them up first starting with Pete and then let them fill
you and then after you're all nice and clean again get the boats out and
we'll play in the lake. Just don't make any evening plans because it's
our turn. Is that okay with you?"

"OKAY MASTER!" Peter sang. Then said while on his back and tucking his
feet behind his head, "Hurry Tris before she closes again!" and then
when Tristen lay prone over him looking helpless, "Help him Kelly!
QUICK! Oh shit, shit, shit!" he groaned sadly as white gobs appeared on
his chest and severely rippled gut.

Jon bent down laughing, "You came already from just looking up at him?

You are amazing." Kelly was busy attempting to lap up the spots off his
lover. "Never mind that Kelly collect it with your hand and lube up
Tristen with it and then steer him in there before he looses his load
too!"

It was Tristen's turn to moan, "Master PLEASE!" he begged.

Kelly realized that he was being too meticulous when his Peter covered
slimy hand reached Tristen's balls and discovered them already drawn up
as tightly as they could get for such a heavy pair. He guided and pushed
on Tristen's butt until he sank just in time. Peter first thought that
he was being douched since Tristen flowed rather than spurted.

Jon grinned sheepishly, "Sorry Tristen, that was thoughtless of me. You
can do it again if you want to." He smiled when he saw Tristen begin
doing pushups braced up on rigid arms and toes, flexing his pelvis into
Peter for five or six minutes, gradually increasing his pace until at the
end he was like his own wood splitting machine gone mad on a single log
and just ran out of gas on the down-stroke. When Peter saw Tristen's
arms quivering from the strain of their union, he had the presence of
mind to reach down to protect his extremely vulnerable balls in his
contorted position so when the collapse came he was ready when he
disappeared under Tristen's body.

Kelly lay down carefully beside where he last saw Peter and tapped
Tristen nervously on his shoulder, "Excuse me Tristen, the Master said I
was next, and since you gave Pete two loads I demand equal time, and
right now if you don't hurry, I'm going to embarrass myself just from
watching you two."

Tristen struggled to raise his upper body on his elbows. He looked to see
that Kelly's cock was indeed throbbing. He was ready to explode. "Damn,
talk about slave drivers, you do realize that this will be my third
time..."

"And fourth," Kelly interrupted, "and please hurry!" he begged as
Tristen lifted himself free of Peter's body with a loud plop as his
still hard cock sprang free to settle down at a handy forty-five degree
angle to his gut. Then rather than break his rigid prone posture he
walked by side stepping on his hands and toes until he loomed over Kelly,
his next victim. "I'll steer," Kelly volunteered, "you just sink."

Tristen allowed his body to bow and Kelly locked his ankles around
Tristen's waist to pull him down faster. By then Kelly had so much
pressure built up that he spurted upward, it would have hit his face
except Tristen's body blocked the trajectory and most of the gobs stuck
themselves to his chest. Tristen looked down between their bodies, "Rub
it in, spread it around and rub it in all the way down," he watched and
felt Kelly's hands kneading his flesh before he slowly lowered his upper
body until his weight pressed Kelly. Then he used their sweat and fresh
cum as lubricant to slide back and forth and from side to side, all while
continuing to thrust his full length in the taller boy's body. When
Kelly felt Tristen shiver and freeze and saw his eyes roll up, he placed
his feet flat on the terrace and lifted them both trying to get Tristen
even deeper while his lips found Tristen's mouth open and invited his
tongue to join the big cock in his body.

At that point Jon and Kurt were equally breathless. A look from Jon moved
Kurt to his back close to the joined unmoving couple. Jon looked at Peter
as he knelt between Kurt's legs, "After I mount, use your big one in me
without mercy. I have the feeling that I'm going to need the practice
for tonight."

"Me too," Kurt agreed, "I want to wear it the rest of the afternoon if
that's alright."

"Of course, right after you finish me." Jon agreed while lifting
Kurt's legs.

Inventive Peter grabbed both the big dildo and a smaller one. After Jon
mounted Kurt, he pried Jon's legs apart with one knee and Tristen's
with the other and sat on their touching thighs. He inserted the big
dildo in Jon and the smaller one in Tristen, and then began moving both.
Tristen looked back and grinned, "Thanks Pete, that's just what I
needed," he said and began thrusting again, matching Jon's thrusts into
Kurt until Jon left him behind. He stopped, ignoring Kelly's moaning
pleas while Jon and Kurt switched positions and Peter installed the big
dildo in Kurt's pussy after getting comfortable on his two thigh perch
and he felt the dildo resume its movement.

Tristen shot his fourth and final time after giving Kelly a protracted
pounding, long after Kurt was finished with Jon. By then he was gasping,
gulping giant breaths into his lungs. He wanted to sleep forever as Kelly
held his body tightly using both arms and legs. However Peter was having
none of that. He grabbed Tristen's ankles cross-handed and twisted with
all his strength until Tristen rolled to his back. Peter fell on him and
began punishing his big balls by thrusting blindly until he was forced to
reach down and help or risk serious damage. Peter came with the
regrettable speed of youth, but kept on thrusting after Tristen whispered
in his ear, "That didn't count."

"I heard that," Kelly sang happily with a giggle, already on his back
in the space vacated by Kurt and Jon while Jon helped Kurt with the big
dildo's harness.

"How's it feel?" Jon asked with concern. After Kurt grinned, took a
few experimental steps and stood up straight with a satisfied nod, "If
you can walk, let's go get out the boats. If we stay and watch we'll
all be dead."

Forty-five minutes passed before they saw Peter, Kelly and Tristen
stagger to the beach arm in arm in arm. They beached the Jet Skis in
front of the exhausted threesome. "Okay!" Jon shouted with a laugh,
"Two guys can use these and the rest can take turns on skis. Who knows
how to ski besides Kurt?" Kelly waved a hand. "Okay you guys are our
instructors. I have skied but not in a couple of years. First take off
your dildos so you don't hurt yourselves when you fall." Peter and
Kelly complied with reluctant frowns at first, but then Peter stretched
and ran to a Jet Ski.

"I've never been on one of these either. In fact now that I think about
it, I've never done much of anything my whole fucking life." Peter told
Jon when Jon went to show him how to operate the speedy little boat while
the others went to get the ski boat that was tied to the dock.

Jon rubbed Peter's back, "My Son, that is about to change."

Peter looked up at Jon adoringly, "Shit Dad, it already has and the
biggest thing to me is just being around you, you know near you. I don't
care if I never ever do another new thing as long as you let me hang out
with you."

Jon felt his eyes watering and fell forward with a splash to hide his
tears of joy. "Sorry about that, I tripped on something."

"Yeah," Peter agreed. His own tears ran unchecked, "me too," he
admitted while sitting on his boat wearing a lopsided grin.

The rest of that first day, and the balance of the week flew by with
almost constant physical activity, be it splitting wood the old fashion
way using an ax and brute force, out on the lake, or having sex which
quickly settled down into making love to anyone, anywhere on the large
property at anytime anyone of them looked at another with nothing more
than a suggestive raised eyebrow and smile. There were even occasions
when they all gathered in the great room in front of a small fire and
simply talked.

One of those times Tristen admitted that he'd called his mother and she
knew that he was safe and where he was living and after, she called him
when her husband was at work. She told Tristen that a friend had called
her to tell her of the unrelenting rumors her new husband had been
spreading before Tristen ran away and she realized that she'd made a
grave mistake and was about to correct it by packing his bags and kicking
him out even though she still loved him and he obviously loved her so
much he was unwilling to share her with her only son.

Tristen wanted his mother to be happy and fulfilled, so he told her to be
happy, that he loved living in Mr. Peterson's home and loved Mr.
Peterson as a replacement father. On asking, Jon discovered that the
stepfather managed the local Discount Shoe store. He grinned evilly, and
suggested a shopping trip to that store on the manager's day off.

Jon parked his truck so that Tristen could see the interior fairly well
while he sat in the back seat slouched down to look out the windshield.
Like most so-called deep discount stores, this one was understaffed;
there was one cashier, a pretty girl who was already harried by women
shoppers demanding service, searching for the same style but different
size or color. The three boys and Jon had the men's racks to themselves
and they took full advantage of the opportunity. They worked methodically
as a team and when they were finished, the bulk of the inventory was
mismatched and those pairs shifted so that smaller sizes were placed in
larger size sections and large sizes moved to small size sections
randomly. Boxed athletic shoes were even more fun because the changes
were hidden and the majority being white, a size ten in the same box with
a twelve couldn't be noticed unless a shopper tried on both shoes at the
risk of pinched toes.

Jon even bought a pair of miss-matched cross trainers and planned on
returning them the next day as an irate customer. The three boys jammed
themselves in the back seat with Tristen to howl their laughter on the
success of the prank. Jon looked in the rear view mirror as he drove away
and was amused at seeing them helping each other strip their shorts and
shirts without being told.

"Hold it guys, we need to stop for groceries," Jon advised, "believe
it or not we're just about out of everything and I was thinking that we
should have a real holiday feast, only we'll have it tomorrow since rain
is forecast for Labor Day." He laughed at them watching the reverse
scramble to dress again until he saw that Tristen wasn't laughing. After
he parked and climbed from the truck, he held the boy back, "What's
wrong Tristen?"

"Oh, nothing," Tristen hedged at first until he saw Jon's eyebrow
shoot up. The honesty rule kicked in, "Well it's just that I'll miss
everyone. This week was so great, and I don't mean about the sex, of
course that was great too, I mean I'll miss the guys as good friends,
and you as the stepfather I wish I had, if I had to have one. And then
there's school, I'm not looking forward to that either. By now the
rumors about me are all over town and everyone's going to be looking at
me and whispering, `Is he or isn't he.'"

Jon squeezed Tristen's shoulder, "We'll be up here every weekend to
mess up your nice clean house, and the last time I looked, weekends are
only five days apart. About school, I wouldn't be surprised if there
aren't just a very few guys there who will look at you and wish the
rumor was absolutely true and hoping that you'll give them one of your
patented lopsided smiles to confirm it. What you do from there is up to
you. Whatever, I guarantee you you'll find someone who wants to be your
friend. When you do, take advantage of it. Invite them out to the house
to study, drive him if you have to, you've got wheels now." Jon snapped
his fingers; "Have a sleep over, a real pajama party."

Tristen grinned, "You know I don't own pajamas."

"Exactly!" Jon laughed, "Now you're getting the game plan."

They walked into the store to see Kurt, Kelly and Peter lined up as a
convoy, each with a shopping buggy, ready for Jon to take the lead. He
was about to tell Tristen to do the actual shopping since the trip was
mostly to stock the empty pantry and nearly vacant freezer but just
inside the automatic doors, Tristen's legs stopped working. Jon looked
where Tristen looked, smiled and turned away to lead the others off to
the isles.

A bagboy had stopped what he was doing and was staring at Tristen with a
smile of recognition, definitely not one of distaste. Tristen blinked
when he found his legs working to propel his body to the boy. The boy was
first to speak, "Hey Tristen, long time no see." They shook hands in
typical intricate teen fashion that Jon was still trying to master
because of infinite variations.

"Hi Brian, it has been a while, I guess since school closed. I moved
out. I've been working for Jon Peterson and living there too. I
couldn't take my stepfather's bullshit any longer."

"Yeah I heard, I know how that is, my real father's no prize," Brian
giggled, "but old dogs can learn if you work at training them. I think
my dad should be just about perfect by the time I graduate from
college." The groceries he was bagging began to log jam back to the
cashier who paused to frown at him. He resumed working faster by feel
since his eyes remained fixed on Tristen even though they roamed his
body, his powerful arms and legs so deeply tanned and his torso, barely
concealed in cutoff shorts and equally tight tank top shirt. He already
knew what Tristen looked like naked from time spent in the wrestling
team's locker room since they were freshmen. He wondered what Tristen
would say if he found out that he was responsible for infinite erections
or a thousand ejaculations. "Please God let the rumors be true and make
him just like me enough to, well do whatever so we can get together," he
prayed silently. He realized that Tristen asked him something, "What?
What did you ask? I'm sorry, I get stupid when I get flustered."

"I asked if you were working tomorrow, we're having a big end of the
summer cookout. I, I was wondering, well, if you aren't, if you'd like
to come out to the lake for the day. Jon is here and he brought three
guys our age with him. We'll have a blast. I, I could pick you up unless
you have wheels." Tristen's nerve deserted him during the split second
it took Brian to accept.

"Sure, I'd love to. Do you mind picking me up though? I'm working here
to save up for wheels. Sorry about that."

They shook hands again, that time the grips were firmer and skin pressed
skin just a bit longer. Just before Tristen left to find Jon and the
others he leaned down to whisper, "If you're still wondering, the rumor
is true." He released his breath after Brian blushed and nodded with a
shy smile.

"I was hoping that."

###

Tristen couldn't quite erase his smile as he drove Jon's old army jeep
along the country roads to collect Brian at nine in the morning. The boys
ganged up on him after their early breakfast. They helped him get clean
and scrubbed his body in the shower after Kurt made sure his body was as
hairless as theirs. Kelly offered him the only article of clothing they
allowed, brief white running shorts whose sides overlapped at the
waistband instead of being stitched so that when he sat down the panels
separated to display his lack of tan lines. They allowed him to carry a
shirt until he got outside the kitchen door. Then Peter snatched it back
and ran for the house.

The previous evening Tristen made love or received their love with a new
passion and admitted that he couldn't help substituting Brian's body
and face for one of theirs when Peter asked where his mind was but added
hastily that he appreciated the difference and demanded that it continue
in round two.

Tristen parked in front of Brian's two minutes early and walked halfway
to the house before seeing that Brian was already walking toward him and
staring at his borrowed shorts, "Hey dude, cool shorts. Where'd you get
those?"

Tristen blushed, "They're Kelly's, he lent them to me."

"Kelly? Is he the tall guy? I know you introduced me to everyone when
you checked out but I'm terrible remembering names."

"Yup he's tall," Tristen laughed, "actually they ganged up on me this
morning, insisted that I where these, and even snatched my shirt away
before I could put it on. I'm sorry, they were kind of match making."
He looked down at Brian's baggy surfer boy shorts that reached to his
knees. Only the leg material wasn't hidden by an over large tee shirt.

"Is it working?" Brian whispered.

"Is what working?" Tristen turned red when he realized the importance
of Brian's question. "Oh that, yup so far. Say, when did you get so
conservative?" he challenged to cover his reaction, "You used to be the
first to strip and the last to dress in the locker room."

Brian pulled off his tee shirt, "Is that better? I wore these because
the others are strangers and I didn't know what to expect," he said
hiking up the loose shorts before he grinned and pulled the waistband
away from his tight six- pack gut. Tristen looked down to see Brian was
also wearing a racing speed suit underneath. "I mostly wear this as a
jock," he grinned as Tristen whistled his appreciation. "You dare me?"
he asked with his hands ready to push the surfer suit down.

"Shit yeah," Tristen enthused. He whistled again and stepped back to
admire Brian's body and the sexy little suit. "Hey man you look
heavier, are you still at one-twenty or do you plan to move up? The coach
will shit bricks if you are. He's counting on you to take the state
finals this year you know, and so is the team. Last years' second place
just didn't cut it. I only wish I was as good as you."

Brian climbed into the Jeep while he laughed, "I'm at about
one-twenty-five right now, but I'll get back down by the first meet.
This cookout will be my last real food for the duration and I'm pigging
out so I'm glad you bought lots of it yesterday."

"So when did you know?" Tristen asked hesitantly as they drove slowly
along the country roads toward the lake because it was only nine
o'clock, Sunday morning and a good time to talk.

Brian smiled up at Tristen, "I think since the first time I saw you
naked way back when we were freshmen. I always liked looking at guys ever
since I could remember but it didn't dawn on me why until I saw you that
first time. You were never a ninety-eight pound weakling like me. I
wanted a body just like yours and I worked my ass off to get there so
maybe you'd notice me when we wrestled in your weight class, but then I
realized I was never going to grow as tall as you so I decided on the
next best thing; to be a champ in my own class," he waved his hand down
his amazing smaller body compared to Tristen's, "and here I'm am," he
concluded with a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, here you are," Tristen agreed with a sigh. He shook himself; it
was time to explain his relationship with Jon and the guys. Brian
remained silent but did get the nerve to move his hand to gently rub
Tristen's bicep with the back of his fingers. When Tristen leaned his
body closer, he became more aggressive until he massaged the wide
shoulder and corded neck. "Anyway, that's the way things are," he
concluded, "we're kind of Jon's slaves, although not so much anymore,
I think he's kind of bored with it and we've gotten so we kind of
anticipate or just imagine what he'd order us to do if he was into his
master roll more. He and the three guys are paired pretty much; he and
Kurt, and Peter with Kelly, but it's hard to tell when we get in bed.
I've been the fifth wheel since the beginning, which is the reason for
their match making." He slowed the Jeep further to dig into the little
pocket inside his waistband and then snapped his golden leash on his
nipple ring before offering the looped end to Brian to hold.

Brian looked at the leash, up at Tristen's expectant face and all around
them before he pointed at a narrow track that led off into the woods. He
tugged very gently, "Pull in there," he ordered and lifted his butt
from the seat far enough to slip his bathing suit off and kick it free of
his feet. "I've dreamed of tasting you forever, and I'm dying to see
how big you are when you're hard."

Tristen turned the wheel in the direction of the tug that soon found them
around a bend and out of sight from the road. Brian climbed down by
jumping a shallow ditch still holding the leash loosely; Tristen followed
him quickly by stepping over the floorboard stick shift while he
attempted to push his shorts off and keep slack in his chain and tension
off his ring. He tripped and fell hard but landed on his side softly in
leaf-covered mud so that his body made a six-inch impression in the
bottom of the silt filled ditch. He lay there laughing while looking up
past Brian's erection to his look of horror, which quickly turned to
relieved laughter. Tristen locked his arms around Brian's calves and
pulled until Brian fell backward with a loud wet splat. Tristen stood
quickly and finished shedding his mud covered shorts. Both boys were
laughing hysterically by then until Tristen knelt at Brian's head to
lean forward over the smaller boy. His knees sank, and his hands
disappeared to his wrists. He took Brian in his mouth as Brian filled his
own with half of Tristen, stopped when Tristen resisted Brian's efforts
to pull him in further until Brian groped for the forgotten dangling
leash still attached to his nipple ring. Tristen sank further obediently
after Brian found it until Brian stopped him with a push on his gut as a
signal to reverse course.

Brian arched his body repeatedly, frantically thrusting his cock up into
Tristen's mouth, ignoring the sucking sounds each time he broke the
mud's hold on his back. By then Tristen recognized the signs of an
imminent explosion and he was just as ready. He pulled away and lifted
his hips at the same time so that both mouths filled simultaneously while
Brian held his body severely arched long enough for the depression he
made in the mud to fill with water.

"Was I any good?" Brian asked while they held hands as Tristen led
Brian through the trees down slope to the lake so they could wash. Both
were thoroughly covered with mud after an impromptu wrestling bout to
celebrate the success of their first union where Tristen allowed himself
to be pinned.

"Any good? Man you were great my little Irishman. How was I for you?"

"Yeah, you were great too." Brian looked wistful, "Although a mud
puddle wasn't quite where I imagined it would happen, still it finally
happened," he giggled and dropped Tristen's hand in favor of
surrounding his waist, while Tristen collected Brian's shoulders with
his arm and pulled him in tight to his side. He looked up to meet
Tristen's eyes and turned shy, "Now I can't wait for you to make a
baby in me you big hulk."

"I wish I could. He'd be as beautiful as you," Tristen dreamed.

Brian reached his free hand to Tristen's cock to fondle it lovingly.
Tristen grew in his hand until the drying mud cracked and began to slough
away, "We've got forever to try don't we?" he asked softly without
breaking eye contact.

"Yup, we sure do. You can come home with me every night. We can make
love and have dinner, and then make love before we study and then a
couple of times afterward before I take you home. And then you can stay
over from Friday night and we can go to school together Monday morning
right after we make love after breakfast before we have to dress."
Tristen mused while Brian sought the chain to pull Tristen down for a
passionate kiss, their first, as they reached the lakeshore. "I know you
want it now, but it will be much better if we wait until we get home."

"Yeah, you're right I guess," Brian admitted, "so let's get cleaned
up and hurry." He looked along the shoreline in both directions, "How
far away are we?"

"The house is around that point, not far from here, about a mile on the
road."

Brian turned pixy, "I dare you to drive there naked."

"Is that an order Master?" Tristen asked playfully as he pulled Brian
against his body and sank with him while they kissed.

Later on the road, during the short distance to the gate, Brian
alternated from ordering Tristen to slow down until his erection
deflated, and speeding up so they wouldn't be caught on a public road
while sporting those same very hard cocks. Brian unlocked and held the
gate open waiting for Tristen to drive through so he could close it
again. Tristen stopped the Jeep in the middle of the opening and grinned
while staring at Brian's body.

"WHAT?" Brian demanded, "Hurry the fuck up, I think I hear a car."

Tristen giggled, "You know I could sit here for hours just looking at
you."

Brian blushed, "Well if you do you'll get me off with your eyes and
that would be a waste wouldn't it?"

"Good point," Tristen agreed with a leer and moved forward just enough
so Brian could close the gate and snap the lock before running for his
seat and sitting down as a car passed them.

"PRICK!" Brian accused with a grin. "I'm your master now or I will be
when Jon isn't around and your wife from now on even when he is so you
better start listening to me OR ELSE!"

"For your information MASTER, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a big
prick, and what kind of or else? Are you planning to fuck me although
you've been talking like a bottom all morning."

Brian looked away, "I guess I'm a realist, I never imagined pinning
you. You were always on top looking down. Maybe in a few weeks after our
honeymoon, meanwhile just consider yourself pussy whipped and humor me."

Tristen knew the gang would be on the beach by then and drove across the
newly mowed lawn. Jon and the boys looked up from gassing a barely
floating ski boat. Peter abandoned his job of holding the boat steady and
ran toward the Jeep, "They're here!" he sang needlessly. He went
wide-eyed when he saw that they were both naked and still erect. He
tapped his wrist where a watch would be if he wore one, "You guys are
late and wet. Just where have you been and what have you been doing?
Damn, I wanted to watch. Oh well, you'll just have to start over
again."

Jon walked up behind Peter to place a hand on his neck, "Cool it Pete,
unless you JUST want to watch the whole day," he warned.

Peter shrugged free of Jon's gentle hold and ran back to the boat, "You
think I can't take a hint? I can so take a hint, I think I'll just help
Kel and Kurt finish gassing up," he called but kept his eyes on Tristen
and Brian while they talked with Jon.

Tristen placed his arm over Brian's shoulders as Brian claimed his
dangling leash. Both saw Jon admiring their look-alike bodies in two
sizes, "Sorry about these," Tristen waved down toward their erections,
"they don't seem to want to go away," he explained with a grin.

Jon shrugged, "You make an impressive couple," he observed. "If you
want to, go anywhere you want to work on those problems and we'll keep
Pete busy on the lake."

"Thanks Jon," Tristen sighed. He wanted to bring Brian's first-time
fantasy to reality and that probably didn't include an audience. "I
guess we'll be in the house until you see us again." He turned Brian in
that direction.

Brian balked after a moment to consider. He tugged Tristen to a halt
after seeing a large area of sand carpeted with a comforter and
surrounded by beach towels, "Wait, we'll get to watch you guys too
won't we, I mean if we do it out here?" He blushed, "I mean, that is,
kind of if you wanted to do it while we watched, you know out here in the
sun. That would be cool, or not," he finished lamely, hoping he hadn't
offended Jon by suggesting too much.

Jon and Tristen both laughed. Jon shook his head; "I don't think any of
us were ever able to JUST watch, which is why I only threatened Peter
with that. Nope, wherever and whatever, but I'll see to it that no one
will bother you until you want to be bothered," he laughed harder after
glancing back at Kelly and Peter staring at them from ankle deep water,
"but then look out, Tristen can tell you, those two are still
jackrabbits since they've only been at it for a week."

Tristen hugged Brian tightly to his side and giggled, "Jon forgot to
mention that I'm kind of a jackrabbit too." Brian nodded and started to
move toward the designated area. Tristen grabbed his chain, "No wait, we
still need to visit the house." He whispered an explanation.

Brian blushed as his previously deflating erection grew to full mast to
match Tristen's, "REALLY?" he squeaked with an excited grin.

"Yup really. We laughingly call it gay birth control, if we call it
anything other than eating pussy. HEY!" Tristen yelped as he rushed to
keep up with his bride to be who still held his leash while Brian ran for
the house.

Brian stopped at the door, "One thing though, the last time you fuck me
every time we get together, you won't eat me. I want to take that load
home to remember you by. Man it will be so sexy to be walking around
school and wrestling with another guy with your load in me. Come on slow
poke."

Tristen had to grab and hold Brian's wrist so they could race up the
staircase together. "Hey lover, just remember what my leash is attached
to," he reminded Brian in the bathroom.

Brian was mortified. He dropped the leash, "Oh man I'm so sorry. Did I
hurt you? I forgot again, and I'm so hot to trot right now I'm
dangerous. Right after school on Tuesday I'll get a ring too and a leash
so we can hold each other. You can bet that I won't forget from then on.
Are those chains you guys wear around your necks expensive? They look
expensive but I'd like to get one of those too if I have to dip into my
wheels fund."

"I think Jon will supply everything if you're willing to join the
family," Tristen suggested timidly. "You know what that means. Of
course no one is forced to do anything, you can always refuse, but so far
no one has, we're all too horny. One thing though, if I catch you
fucking one of the others, even Jon your first time instead of me, I
promise I'll hurt you both. I mean that. I'm sorry but I guess I'm
going to be a jealous husband."

Brian wrapped his arms around Tristen's neck to pull his head down to
kiss him with years of pent up passion. When they finally separated
Tristen saw tears in Brian's eyes. "Does jealous mean you love me as
much as I love you, you big hulk?" he whispered into Tristen's mouth.

Tristen smiled and pecked Brian's cute little freckled ski jump nose,
"I guess it does and maybe always has," he reflected, "I know you were
always my favorite body to look at in the locker room." He giggled with
a revelation, "Now I understand why you were always around me and my
locker even though yours is across the room! You were putting the make on
me all that time you devious little Irish pixy you!" he accused.

"DUH!" Brian agreed with a giggle, "You know for being the smartest
fucking jock on the squad, you are sure the densest too." He backed away
from Tristen's hands to become all business. "Okay I promise if you
really want me so badly, but whenever I thought about it I always
pictured me like a tabby cat fucking a lion. Now get busy and clean me up
before I hurt YOU! Oh," he added running his fingers down Tristen's
hair free gut to just short of his cock, "I want to be shaved too. Man
wait until the guys see us. I bet we start a whole new fashion trend."

Tristen turned serious, "Actually what will really happen is that the
guys will realize that the rumors about me are true and you'll be
dragged out of your closet to join me. Are you ready for that?"

Brian paused briefly to consider the consequences before he grinned, "I
guess you're right, so we'll just have to be sure we work harder than
them so we BOTH end up as state champs this year. Is there somewhere we
can practice in this huge dump?"

"Yeah, we can move some furniture around in the great room. You're
right, we'll hold another practice after we get home every night and
since you've got more moves than a midget octopus you can be my coach."

Brian became nervous and forgot about looking down at his shaved body
when he saw the two couples kneeling on the comforter, facing each other
with their knees three feet apart. All of them looked at them expectantly
as Jon patted the space in front of their knees. "Don't worry Bri,
they'll be right down there with us a minute after we start. We all like
to fuck while we watch each other and then after, argue over who eats
whose cum. Just make believe they aren't there for now," Tristen
reassured Brian.

Brian nodded after he was on his back with his legs spread and Tristen
knelt between them to gaze at his wrestling buddy and friend turned
suddenly into an eager unquenchable lover. Peter and Kurt, facing each
other each took an ankle, lifted his legs and handed them off to Jon and
Kelly who knelt near his head. They pinned him by touching his toes to
the comforter above his head and held him there while Tristen leaned
forward to shadow his doubled over body. Peter beat Kurt out to guide
Tristen's drooling erection. Total penetration took longer than anyone
expected because Brian was unbelievably tight, even while consciously
trying to relax, but when Tristen finally allowed Brian to feel his
weight the smaller athlete's bright delighted smile was a thing to
behold.

"Let my legs go now guys, I'm not going anywhere and neither is my new
husband until he's too tired to walk." When his legs were free he used
his heels to massage Tristen's back at first, before targeting his ass
cheeks to encourage faster thrusts. When that didn't happen he
complained, "What's the problem you big hulk?"

Tristen leaned down to kiss the complainer before he answered with
effort, "Making love to you is like fucking a black hole, that's the
problem."

Brian took exception to the comparison, "DUH, I may be a black Irishman
but I'm a white one."

"DUH yourself you dumb pixy jock, I meant black hole as in space,
something that sucks in everything like into a vacuum, all matter and
even light and never lets go."

Brian let out a small giggle, "Oh. I knew that, I was just testing
you." He turned his head when he felt a hand moving over his body from
his neck down to his busy grasping pussy.

The hand belonged to Peter, who by then was on his back being
enthusiastically loved by Kelly. Peter grinned, "Welcome to the family.
Can I be next? I think I'd like one that tight before the big lummox
screwing you gets you all stretched out."

Kelly snickered, "I don't think they stretch much, you're still awful
tight and you've been so busy on your back all week I have to make an
appointment just to see what you look like."

Peter's giggling; kissing disclaimers were interrupted by Kurt and
Jon's laughter and unified agreement with Kelly. Brian looked to them
and was surprised to see Kurt mounted on Jon since Jon was the master of
them all and he couldn't think of the man as anything but a top and
exercising his position of superiority with anyone he chose.

"You can close your mouth now Brian," Jon said. "As you can see, I
like getting it just like you."

"Oh wow," Brian mumbled as Tristen began to hold his attention with
faster always deep thrusts, "you're our master, I just never thought,"
his voice drifted away when Tristen stopped on a down stroke and his body
began to vibrate as his eyes rolled back in his head. Brian planted his
feet and lifted them both with the back of his head in an extraordinary
three point arch using rock like neck muscles to keep his shoulders clear
of an imaginary wrestling mat.

Jon and the others watching simply stopped what they were doing to see
how long Brian could hold the position. Peter and Jon exchanged glances
under the amazing little athlete's shoulders. Suddenly Tristen yielded
by withdrawing with a loud sucking sound to sit on his heels before
quickly pulling on Brian's ankles to collapse the arch. Brian reacted in
a lightening fast move that found him on Tristen's chest and looking
down into his big lover's unsurprised eyes.

"Why'd you do that? I could have held you off lots longer," Brian
questioned in a little boy-hurt voice.

Tristen pulled Brian's head down to kiss him. "I know that but I
didn't want you to strain a neck muscle before the season even begins,"
he explained with a loving smile, "and I was almost positive that you'd
reverse the take-down, and here you are, I'm pinned." Tristen lifted
his legs, "Now, since you're up there," he reached to guide Brian's
cock. Brian lifted his hips, cooperating fully, and obediently sank when
Tristen pulled.

Brian instinctively began thrusting slowly, while watching Tristen's
growing smile. He grinned and shifted to overdrive ignoring all the gears
in between. Kelly and Kurt matched his pace, but tied for second place
when they came while Brian already held Tristen's legs straight and
spread as far apart as he could get them while his own body was once
again bowed so that the only other point of contact was his imbedded
recently virgin cock.

###

The daylong orgy never really ended but was put on hold for swimming, Jet
Ski and water skiing breaks and of course a lunch break. After a feast of
quarter pound hotdogs, burgers and Italian sausage with several salads
was finished everyone naturally gravitated back to the passion pit for a
sun break. They stretched out on backs or belly's to talk quietly or
simply doze. Brian lay on his back intent on erasing his tan lines while
Tristen lay beside him on his side with his head propped up on his hand
to stare in awe at his magnificent little lover, wife and on occasion,
husband.

Jon whispered to Kurt and nodded toward Brian. Kurt ran to the house and
quickly returned holding the small sack of gold chain, other supplies and
pliers in one hand and the newly sterilized needle in the other. Tristen
shook Brian to wake him, "Hey Bri, do you want your chain and nipple
ring now?"

Brian started to sit up, "Yeah! I thought you forgot."

Tristen pushed him back, "Just lay there, Kurt's our resident
installer. He'll have you fixed up in no time."

As soon as Kurt finished Brian ran to the house to admire his new look in
a mirror. Tristen watched him while fingering his collar. "You know Jon,
it just occurred to me that we'll have to get catches put in these
because we'll need to take them off for practice and matches."

Jon nodded, "I thought about you when we were in town. I stopped in the
jeweler's and bought enough for everyone plus I was hoping you'd find a
partner to keep you company during the week, which is why we had an extra
nipple ring." He grinned, "You see it wasn't really extra."

Kurt quickly clamped a catch on Tristen's collar and another on Brian's
when he returned before looking around at the others, "Anyone else while
I'm at it?" he asked before adding, "I'm going out for swimming but
I'll wear mine."

Kelly was into baseball and opted to keep his on as well but he pointed
to sleeping Peter and patted his belly affectionately, "My puppy plans
to go out for the swim team this year, but he can decide when he gets
done with this nap."

During their week together, Peter gained the nickname Puppy because while
he was frequently the instigator of their assorted physical activities,
he just as frequently could yawn once, find somewhere close by the group
to lay down and take a nap without being disturbed by any amount of noise
the others made, just like a typical growing puppy.

Kurt saw movement on the deck and nudged Jon with a grin, "It's been a
week and Blue is over there sniffing the air. If anyone thinks my dog is
dumb, they better think again. Watch him."

Blue started walking toward them with his tail wagging slowly. As he got
closer his nose fixed on Peter and Kelly. No one noticed Kelly blush and
roll to his belly with his eyes fixed on Blue. Late one night Peter got
pushed off the crowded bed and Kelly joined him on the carpet to sleep
when he discovered that Peter already was. Kelly lay on his back and
after arranging Peter at his side with Peter's head on his chest, he was
half asleep when he felt Blue licking his cock, he assumed because of
Peter's strong residual scent. He couldn't help responding and after
Blue licked him clean and he listened to the slow breathing from the bed,
he left Peter by himself, got to his knees, bent down low and allowed
Blue to claim his reward. After Blue separated from his pussy, Kelly woke
Peter by lifting his legs and mounting him. While he pounded Peter with
unusual energy he confessed what he'd done in whispers. As soon as Kelly
came, Peter flipped him to his back, reciprocated and then held his legs
back and applied his lips to suck pussy until he had a mouthful, which he
shared with Kelly.

"Now we're both his bitches." Peter mumbled already returning to the
sleeping puppy mode but using Kelly as a heated mattress.

Tristen and Brian were talking quietly between kisses when Tristen saw
Blue sniffing Kelly's crotch first before moving to Peter's half hard
cock.

He rolled Brian to face the action and quickly spooned behind him.
"Watch this, I heard about this, this is hot."

Brian looked at the dog and then back at Tristen. He lifted his leg in
invitation, "This will be a cool position just before we go to sleep, or
you do, I might be wide awake feeling you sleeping in me until I calm
down after a few years," Brian giggled. "I hope we wake up in the
morning in the same way; it will save a lot of time," he grinned.

"Shut up and watch," Tristen admonished, "Jon told me that Peter is
Blue's boy bitch. Kurt's old master trained him using Kurt and Kurt
said Blue has been used to getting it once a week," he explained while
he took advantage of Brian's eagerness. His entry was easier but Brian
remained incredibly tight and then as soon as Tristen was fully seated,
Brian allowed his leg to fall, clamping down on Tristen further, locking
his cock in place.

Tristen came in Brian twice while they watched the bizarre scene unfold
and progress until it culminated when Blue was able to pull free to
wander away as a happy contented dog. Peter looked over at the others
when his senses returned hoping that Jon and Kurt would join him, but saw
that their only concession to watching the act was that Jon was imitating
Blue on Kurt, while Brian and Tristen, still spooned together, appeared
to be taking a nap.

Kelly nudged Peter to his feet and partially supported him as they walked
along the shore to disappear around the point after a low whistle from
Kelly brought Blue back out of the house to join them. "What was that
all about?" Kurt grunted after watching his dog trying to sniff Kelly as
they walked.

"I heard some strange noises close by early the other morning. I managed
to sit up to look around. Let's just say that I think Kelly is as
addicted to Blue as Peter is, but I don't think he wants an audience."

###

Peter had been fascinated with the contents of two Styrofoam coolers
since he carried one from the grocery store to the truck the previous
day. Jon had the foresight to order live Maine lobsters for them to enjoy
for supper their last full day at the lake. Peter had only seen them in
tanks of water, ogled the price per pound and walked away wondering who
could afford them and what they tasted like.

Rumbling stomachs drove Peter and Kelly along with a very tired dog back
to the house. They found their four mates in the kitchen where Jon
presided and Tristen assisted in the final preparation of the strange
looking creatures while Kurt and Brian watched from seats at the table. A
giant pot sat abandoned on the stove, the eight two pound lobsters had
been steamed and were lined up on the counter on towels to cool while Jon
prepared crabmeat stuffing to be packed in their scooped out body
cavities.

Peter was the only one who had never tasted them and looked askance when
Jon first announced that they were to enjoy a real surf and turf dinner.
"Are you really feeding us those things stuffed with grass?" he asked
from innocence.

Everyone managed to hold back their laughter while Jon explained that the
turf part was represented by steak. Peter brightened, thinking that if he
didn't like the surf as lobster he certainly wouldn't go hungry. While
Tristen and Brian presided over the small thick rib eye steaks, giant
baked potatoes and corn on the cob still in their husks on the grill, Jon
broiled the lobster in the kitchen to brown the stuffing and reheat the
lobster two at a time. He served dubious Peter first along with a teacup
of drawn butter and waited while Kurt instructed Peter in getting at the
delicious meat. Earlier, when Jon thought about it, he and Tristen
searched the kitchen and found one nutcracker and a set of picks, so
Tristen washed a tack hammer and placed a cutting board in the middle of
the table for cracking the hard shells.

Peter's smile covered his face after he swallowed his first bite and
from that point, Kurt's assistance was no longer required. Peter's
policy was simple; whatever was difficult to get at was edible and he ate
it. Piles of shell grew on the table around the cutting board turned
anvil as all six attacked and devoured. Separate plates of steak, potato
and corn were ignored at first until the lobsters were demolished and as
soon as Peter finished his and sat looking wistfully at his neat pile of
shell that he'd reduced in size to look like pink and white gravel. By
the time Jon served him a second lobster, he'd finished his steak by
eating half and feeding the rest to Blue under the table.

"Blue needs his protein too," Peter told a frowning Kurt with a
red-faced grin.

Jon winked at Tristen and Brian, "I put the last one in the fridge. You
might enjoy that one for dinner tomorrow after we leave." This was a
concession to the new couples' inventiveness as they licked each other
whenever a drop of butter landed on their bodies in lieu of using their
napkins.

With two big lobsters and two glasses of wine in his belly, Peter's eyes
were half closed when he excused himself from the table in favor of a
nearby lounge chair. "Our puppy is done for the night," Kurt observed
with a grin, "I guess we'll have to carry him to bed or the mosquitoes
will drain him dry by morning."

"Oh no they won't," Kelly retorted with a giggle, "I'll take care of
that. We'll sleep out here so you guys aren't crowded in bed, but first
we better clean up this mess so we don't have that to look forward to in
the morning." Everyone helped and as the sun set the big house settled
into relative silence after the master bathroom shower ran until the
water was cold and except for occasional moans and monosyllable words
from the bedroom and terrace.

###

Jon, Kurt, Peter and Kelly left for home Monday, Labor Day, in late
afternoon after a protracted leave taking on the beach. Tristen and Brian
waved them up the driveway with Peter hanging out the open back truck
window waving back and screaming, "We'll see you Friday night!" and,
"Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" His last official act was to moon
them with a darkly tanned wiggling butt, which wasn't difficult since
the three boys carried their shorts and tee shirts in preference to
wearing them until they had to.

They traveled at speed for the first thirty miles after they entered the
Interstate and then they inched along in a major holiday traffic jam. Jon
suddenly signaled a turn and exited. "Since we aren't getting anywhere
in this mess, we may as well stop at this mall, do some shopping and then
have dinner," he announced. "You guys better get dressed because I
always use the valet parking when I stop here and it's so upscale I
think they even have a doggie motel for pets," he added when Kurt looked
concerned after glancing at Blue.

"What are we going shopping for Dad?" Peter asked with excitement in
his voice.

Jon shrugged, "I might find some clothes I like."

Once inside, Jon pulled Kurt back as Peter and Kelly surged ahead in the
holiday sale throng. "I want to get Pete a whole new wardrobe for
school, but so he doesn't feel like a charity case, I'm buying you and
Kelly a lot too. Clue Kelly in about not arguing with me when you get a
chance."

Kurt grinned, "Cool, we'll leave the tags on ours and return them some
night if you can keep Pete distracted."

Jon looked offended, "You will not. Do you think he wouldn't notice? I
know you two don't need more clothes but you will keep them and wear
them too so you better pick out stuff you like," he warned. "You two
know what's IN, so help him out if he needs it okay?"

"Yes Master," Kurt whispered with a grin.

It was fully dark when they left the mall parking lot. Traffic had
thinned noticeably and the back of the truck was literally half full of
paper and plastic sacks of clothing. Peter appointed himself the guard by
looking through the back window to insure that nothing blew out while he
volunteered to pay Jon back for everything, but only once.

Jon glared at Peter in the rearview mirror, "You will not, not as long
as you want to stay in this family, and that goes for you guys too," he
growled with glances at Kelly and Kurt. "You may consider that a direct
order." The boys thanked Jon repeatedly and humbly always adding Master.
Jon nodded with satisfaction.

After they parked and carried everything upstairs to Jon's apartment,
Peter kissed Jon as a lover after looking around, "Boy Dad it's sure
good to be home and thanks again for all the clothes, I'm going to be
the coolest guy in my class." Before Jon could respond, Peter frowned,
"Is it okay if I run over to my father's to see if he's been there? I
won't be long."

Kelly and Kurt went with Peter although he didn't want them to because
he didn't want Kelly to see how he lived, and Kurt never got further
than the front door for the same reason. They found his apartment
sparsely furnished, but surprisingly neat and relatively clean
considering that a teenage boy lived there by himself. Peter was
distracted, still wondering why there was no mail in the mail box, and
then found that the small accumulation he had on the kitchen counter was
gone as well, replaced with a single envelope with his name on it. A note
was folded around some money, a lot of money, one thousand dollars in
small bills.

Tears formed in Peter's eyes as Kelly and Kurt watched him read after
counting the money.

"Peter ^

I am glad that you can take care of yourself now. I am getting married
and moving to a new job. Here is something to help you out.

Peter handed the piece of paper to Kurt and fell into Kelly's arms,
"The rotten motherfucker didn't even sign it," he sobbed. "No `Dear
Peter,' and no `Love Dad.'"

"Good!" Kurt said with finality, "You have Jon now as your official
Dad. Is there anything you want to take with you before we blow this
joint forever?" he asked.

"Just a picture of my mom," Peter answered before anger entered his
eyes, "Check that, I don't even want that. She didn't want me either
or she would have taken me with her when she left. Fuck them both!" He
grabbed the money and led the way to the door. His steps slowed as he
crossed the parking lot, "What if Jon doesn't want me either? I mean
really want me as a son, not just as one of his slaves?"

Kurt frowned and grabbed Peter's shoulders to shake him, "For your
information you ignorant little fucker, Jon doesn't like playing master
all that much. He only tried because I asked him to. After the first
afternoon, tell me when he treated any of us like slaves? He treats all
of us like we were his sons. I think he kind of loves us in a way, but he
really loves you as a son!" He turned Peter toward the staircase. "I'm
taking Kelly home and then I'm going back to spend the night at my
place. Now you just march straight upstairs and see for yourself if I'm
right."

The phone was ringing when Kurt unlocked the door to his apartment. He
answered it but didn't get a chance to say hello, "Hi! This is Peter
Peterson over at 14B." Peter emphasized his new last name. "Dad and I
want to know if you want to come over for the night, we're having a
pajama party to celebrate! Isn't that just so cool? My name I mean, or
it will be after Dad tracks down the asshole and gets him to sign a legal
paper!" He didn't give Kurt the opportunity to decline, "Don't make
me come over there and drag you," he started giggling, "like a
reluctant bride because now that I have a real dad I'm looking for a mom
to keep us company."

Jon wrenched the phone from Peter's hand, "I think I'm old enough to
do my own proposing, thank you very much." He was laughing too hard to
continue but he'd said enough.

"What, what did you just say?" Kurt stammered before he ran out the
door carrying his phone. He and Jon were both trying to talk over each
other when Kurt started pounding on the door to 14B. Peter opened the
door. Kurt tossed him his phone as he ran by to jump into Jon's arms.

Later in bed, Peter and Kurt used Jon's shoulders as pillows while he
talked of their future together. "Tomorrow, I'll call a realtor to line
up some homes for us to look at after you guys get home from school. Now
what should I tell them we want in our new house?"

"How much can you afford?" Peter asked, "I could get pretty wild," he
warned playfully but seriously as well, suddenly not at all sleepy.

Jon smiled, "Use the plural from now on Pete; `How much can we
afford?'" he corrected. "The answer to that is quite a lot, we can
knock ourselves out, the sky's the limit."

"How come you live in this apartment and not in a house already Dad?"

"Because until very recently this was enough for just me living alone. I
didn't need more space or the hassle of taking care of a home. Now those
hassles will be fun to share. You'll need your own space and we'll each
need ours on occasion."

"You mean like separate bedrooms?" Peter asked already depressed, "If
being a family means we can't sleep together anymore, I'd rather just
stay here."

"You would use your room to study definitely, or play the music you like
as loud as you want." Blue joined them by jumping to his spot at their
feet and circling several times before laying down to rest his head on
Peter's legs. "You and Kelly might want to be alone once in awhile,
things like that."

"Oh, well in that case, I think we should have a great big kitchen since
we spent a lot of time there at the lake, and we'll need a great big pot
too."

Kurt sat up, already laughing, "Why do we need a big pot?"

"To cook lobsters in silly. Can our new house be really private like at
the lake so we can get out in the sun and never have to close the blinds?
And maybe a swimming pool so we can do laps? We could use some exercise
equipment too somewhere and maybe a big screen TV, they're really
cool," Peter mumbled, sighed and hugged Jon tighter before his grip
relaxed and he slept.

"Yes to all the above," Jon whispered. He turned to Kurt, "Anything
else?"

"Not as long as we both have you and that big lobster pot." Kurt
chuckled with Jon before both joined Peter in contented sleep.