Date: Thu, 25 Aug 2016 03:44:50 +0000
From: Zeke Pine <zekepine56@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gang of Four submission

The Gang of Four
By
Zeke Pine


I promise that there is nothing that will ever fill that part of your inner
being, make you feel warm, secure and loved better than being tied up into
a boyball with your best buds. Yep, a boyball, almost always happened when
our gang of four, yeah I stole that from our current political hacks, hell
I am 60 years old. I don't really give a shit what anyone thinks about me
anymore. Plagiarizing my ass. I am the only member of my gang of four left
to pass on some of our memories and fun. Sorry I tend to go off like that a
lot anymore. I blame it on my age. Hell, I have a sign that says to 'Stay
off the grass'. As I was saying, a boyball is a massive wad of, you got it,
boys. In our later years our boy wads would be a part of it also. When
sleeping together, no sometimes our sleepovers did not actually involve any
sleep, we would end up tangled and twisted together. Needless to say, from
a very early age we had no secrets or mysteries among us. We didn't know a
time when we didn't know each others bodies intimately. For us the abused,
'Bros before Hos' concept was an ingrained part of our social structure.
Hell no, we didn't use such bullshit terms as social structure at our
developmental ages. We didn't know what such educated terms were or for
that matter that they even existed. As a survival mechanism we always just
had to go with the flow. The same as I do right now. You see I have four
young gentlemen around me, watching me put these memories from my head to
fingers to keyboard. Now, of course they want to see their names in print,
like I should out them here even on this format. Boys you haven't convinced
me to do that just yet.

Boyballs deserve just a bit more clarification. One of the reasons we knew
each other intimately at a very early age was that all of us would end up
with all manner of protruding body parts poking us at our sleep overs.

You may as well know that one of these teenage shits crowded around me is
licking my left ear while the other three are rolling on the floor with
uncontrollable laughter. Lick this old man's ear and dream on you young
shits. Like that is ever going to happen. Alright you little..... some,
grrrrr.... alright all the credit for this being documented at this time in
my life goes to the four pricks in crime gathered around me. I must lay
some ground rules about this story. Well actually one, this is a damn story
and it could, depending on what we are going to be talking about, include
more than two lines put together that doesn't involve sex. Readers and
especially you four back there leaning on me and otherwise trying to touch
me inappropriately, if you are only interested in jack-off material I
suggest you visit something on the internet. If I am to use any of the
remaining hours of my old ass life here for you relaying the life of our
gang of four then there sure as shit will be a story. Wow, my cheering
section has settled in around me so let's get on with this some.


The Gang of Four

I might as well start with myself. I am Zeke, my parents named me Ezekiel
Wayne Pine. I and all my gang of four grew up in Southern Missouri. Very
rural, all mostly poor families. Shit, we didn't know we were poor unless
some elitist asshole rubbed something in our face that they had and we
didn't. The damn farmers kids were the 'well off' in the area. They were
the ones that always had their own pickups or cars to drive to school. The
ones that had that big tank of "farm use only" gas and diesel to fill up
those vehicles with. Screw them, these four young men gathered around me as
I write this will never know the level of poverty and bigotry that is
Southern Missouri. If there is a caring God out there, and I haven't seen
any evidence of one yet in all of my 60 years, that God will indeed
recognize the highest quality of humans on the planet. As a mere mortal
man, I can recognize quality good people. If an almighty creator can not,
that speaks to a Divine flaw, not a human.

Do I seem that bitter? Son, and listen to me all four of you guys. I
consider each and every one of you my sons and I will lay down what is left
of my life in this shriveling up carcass of mine to guide, protect and
shield you. While I have the ability to move and act I am dedicated to you,
the four of you.

Damn, boys I appreciate this slobbering group hug you have me in but your
hard ass cocks pushing up against me makes it really difficult to type, sit
your horn dog asses down, right now.

More like it. Spoke too soon. Will you two put your dicks back in your
pants. Hell, it ain't like you don't see each other every damn day.

Finally, where was I? What? Right, the gang of four. Guess I will talk
about religion right now. When it comes to religious values in Southern
Missouri, even to this day most evangelical groups are about the same. I
hate religion to this day guys and at the same time with out it my gang of
four might never have existed, but who knows. Our past is what it is. All
of our gang was carted off to the same Church over the years. Our parents
had been acquainted with each other and some of them even went to the same
school together, so our gang had deep family roots but it is the religious
influence that really shaped us into a group that loved each other more
than anything. That in a way actually included our parents, while all of
our parents were still alive. Our parents, what can I say. I can't separate
the story of them from the story of their religion. It just isn't
possible. Huh? What are you boys saying? Okay, I get it, you know it is
hard to do this if you keep it up like that, but your right I have to focus
more on the religion of the parents of the gang.

There doesn't appear to be a religious group that gives birth to more gay
and bi, boys in the world than Evangelicals. If there is a leader in this
production of us gay kids it was and remains the various flavors of
Pentecostals. Our Gang was born into this cult and we didn't know much
different until we were in our preteen years. The very culture of our lives
promoted us gay boys finding each other. I know exactly how this group of
great kids behind me found each other. As their guardians I make sure they
are together to find time to explore and develop their relationships. For
us Pentecostal boys in Southern Missouri it was actually our parents and
especially our Dads that made it actually easy and effortless on our
part. We seemed to know that we had to be discreet and it goes with out
saying that we were respectful of our families. There were times when we
did get blue balls from having to exercise that respect and discretion.
Well yeah, like all teenagers we found time and a place pump one out when
there was a rare occasion two or all of us weren't together. You see our
Dads, as the Head of the family made sure that we were separated from the
temptations of sinful sex with the girls. Boys and girls just did not do
things together. Only to mingle under the most public and chaperoned
situations. Sunday church dinners was one situation but I digress. Putting
boy and girls together was inviting sin. Like I said, separate and no
pretense that any type of equality existed between boys and girls which
continued into adulthood as there was and is a wide gulf of separation
between the men and women and their functions in the family and life.
Beyond the point that we loved our mothers, the gang grew to resent the way
women and girls are treated virtually as property. Not a one of us stayed
anywhere near where there is a Pentecostal presence when we got out of
there and neither did our children.

What? The kids here with me just suffered jaw damage. Look boys I was
saving that part of it for something like this right here. I didn't hold
back that to hide anything from you but to use it for a life lesson for
you. Look all of our wives knew we four were completely devoted to each
other and supported us. There was never a conflict where our gang of four
came before our families because families come first. No guys that is not a
conflict of us totally dedicated to each other. We were family to each
other. Our gang were brothers with bonds so much deeper than any family of
blood kin we grew up around. We never wavered from our dedication to each
other. It simply expanded to each of our wives and our kids. All of our
families had binding legal agreements in official court documents that
allowed us to act on each others behalf if the situation ever required
it. The next part is going to be difficult to explain and I don't know if I
ever will or will ever be able to explain all of it to you but there did
indeed come a time when that legal preparation became absolutely necessary
and I am grateful that collectively we allowed ourselves to be prepared for
some very hard times. It is odd how things work out but the son of our
family attorney has a law practice right here in Fort Walton Beach. Our
families continue to do business together and look out for each other.

What the hell now? What is with all the whispering? What you want to say
something for this narrative? Your name? You know I have already told you
that I am never going to let your names get out there. It will be my cold
dead corpse and no one will ever know your names in regard of your sexual
orientation from me. So you have a solution do you? What the hell is a
solution if you want me to put your names out in the world with this story?



Alright, this story has taken a turn that I never expected. I know you
readers never missed any time but me and this group of butt buds just had a
three hour talk.

Yes, I am an old hard ass when it comes to protecting those I love and if
there is a real God out there he must know I love these four, my damned
annoying cheering section. I must be getting too old when this bunch can
out think me but they have proven to me that they are right about this. I
promise to listen to you guys until I die and if possible even after
that. Fine, but since I am trying to get past my part of this introduction
then it is only Junior that I will go with for now. Now sit your cute asses
down and let me do this.

As a kid I was pretty typical for a kid in Southern Missouri. The entire
area is full of people with Native American blood and it is reflected in
physical appearance of the population. I was no exception. Dark brown to
nearly black eyes. In fact all but one of us had brown eyes and he had
green eyes with a lot of brown speckled in if you had been in a situation
where you would have caught yourself staring into his eyes. All of the gang
of four have done our share of eye gazing at each other. We could talk for
hours without saying a whole lot of words and to our parents frustration we
also talked for hours with very loud words. Hey, we were kids after
all. Looking back on it now I can say that all of our group was a bit
shorter than the rest of the population around us. That didn't matter much
cause when we worked for neighbors or just in the neighborhood in general
we could work a lot of the other redneck pricks into the ground. Yes, we
were rednecks too I guess but we had standards when it came to chores and
work that we never allowed to be shamed out of us by the bullies that
wanted to make us just like them.

Bullies soon learned not to mess with us. We were almost never alone and
like I said we were totally devoted to each other in almost all ways and
that meant looking out and standing up for each other when came time to
have to fight our way out of a situation. All of the gang had varying
degrees of dark skin. In short none of us were Lily White boys. Also, not a
one of us cared what color our friends were. We didn't have a large
population of black families but there was a few. We also didn't have huge
population of the KKK, but there were a few of them and like minded folks
around. You know there always are.

Since this is about me for the most part right now I also have, well when I
was young, had black hair. Now not as much, hair or black at 60 years, but
if I let it go for a couple of months and then cut it down to the scalp, it
still has black roots.

Alright boys that is all I can see about me being useful for this
story. UH!.... What? That ... really? Huh, sometimes you four act like a
bunch of gay boys. No it isn't mean. Especially after what you just said I
must include in the information of the gang of four.

It seems to satisfy my support squad, I have to include things like body
hair, cock size and descriptions that include hairy cocks. Oh my, my head
is starting to hurt. I am to describe ass crack hair also. I really have to
put more time in with you four. Yes, we did notice these things. Good grief
guys, you already know the gang of four was intimate with each other all of
our lives. Now it is just me, a punchy old man trying to pass along
something so that me and those that have gone on before will be remembered
some where by somebody. You guys caring about this old man means everything
to me................... It is a good thing your parents want me to help
guide you and know everything up front. Still, I have provided you boys
with your own bedroom to use. I actually rented a larger place just for you
four. Could you, is there any way possible that you might be able to not
strip off butt ass naked like this? I am not going to do what you want. I
don't care if you find a way to dance around on those gas fart clouds you
are so good at creating. It is not going to happen. You can't pull anything
on me that I haven't pulled on someone else in my life and I know how to
resist being seduce by cute gay boys.

This is all I am going to do tonight. Since you made sure I had this
equipment and don't think I'm not appreciative. It is going to take a while
for me to figure out how to use it all properly. I am going to bed for the
night. Finish this up, send it where you said it needs to be sent.

Thank you young man for the help up. No, I am not falling backward little
man and you are shoving my pants and underwear up my bung hole with those
fingers of yours. Yes, of course. I am sure it was a completely innocent
mistake on your part. You little shits better hope I am senile and in a
wheel chair by the time you turn eighteen.

Good night you lovable little pricks, lock up and you know the rules.



Junior

We are The New Four. Things have changed since Zeke and the gang of four
grew up in Southern Missouri. Still the old man is right. Some things have
not changed and some people seem to think is their 'god given' right to put
people that are different than them some where down below and make sure
they stay there. No doubt Florida is consider to be infested with sinful
gayness and loose values that just want to use an abortion clinic once a
month.

Zeke, old man you mean the world to us New Four. Your our inspiration and
without you I am sure at least two of us would be dead. Old man you have no
idea how much we love you. Yes, you will give in and let us treat you the
way you deserve to be treated. We are here all the time but we also see
that empty spot you are hiding. The burden you are carrying as the last
member of the gang of four. We are patient. I know you don't think we are
because of our age, but when it comes to you, we are patient and will be
there to wipe that emptiness away. If and when it overwhelms you, we will
be there.

Zeke makes it sound like we talk him into things. That is all just a big
lovable front he puts up. Without his guidance we would be giving you our
real names right now and I guess at 14 he is right, we don't need to be
that much out on the internet. No, none of us are in the closet but we are
not that far out either.

We New Four have heard all or at least most of the stories that Zeke is
going to tell you. We figured out some months ago that each of us really
identified with one of his gang of four. He started this off with himself
and I am the one that seems to resonate with Zeke the most. So I am
Junior. Zeke's junior. He acts like we are just a bunch of stupid horny
kids on the outside but I see a gleam of pride in his eyes that almost
pushes his emptiness aside, but only for a moment and it comes flooding
back into his life. Yeah Zeke, The New Four see it and we are going to be
there to fill it when you need us to. There are ways beside us personally
filling the gap.

Like I said I am Junior and Zeke understands more of this computer system
than he lets on. Zeke is one of the smartest people I have ever known. I
also know he will never come back and look at this story even after we
upload it to the site where it will be there for other kids like us. Zeke
has given us a purpose. At the chance of sounding repetitive we are totally
dedicated to Zeke and we intend to take up careers doing for others exactly
what he is doing for us. From him we have learned, as he puts it, to chew
gum and walk at the same time. I hope we can put together a notebook of his
'Zekeism' so we will never, never forget them. The next entry in this story
you will meet another of his gang of four and another of The New Four.

I am 14, well all of us are 14. He is right. It is so wrong for us to try
to seduce him. But I swear on my 14 year old gay boy ass he makes 60 look
fucking hot. Like I said there are other ways to help him, and we will.



Zeke

In bed. I had to, those four little shits out there make me too hard to
stay around them when they strip off butt naked. Your good, you lovable
little assholes, but this ain't my first rodeo and your going to have to do
a lot better than that to make me lose my sanity and let you have your way
with me.

I couldn't ask for any better noise than their laughter to go to sleep
with.

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