Date: Mon, 02 Jul 2001 23:52:51 -0000
From: Pistol Pete <beanderful@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cale's Life 10

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The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life

Chapter Ten


The alarm rang at 5:00.  The boys didn't move as I reached to turn it off.

I got up, turned on lights, and then went to relieve myself.

After finishing, I went and shook the boys.  As had become custom, they
were sprawled across the bed naked and clutching each other in their
unconscious state.  I stared for a moment.  Peter was facing away, already
the one I knew didn't crave hugs as much as his brother, but he accepted
them, seemingly comfortable with Cale's arm around his middle.  Sasha had
moved while I was taking a leak, seeking out another warm body with mine
gone, he'd wrapped himself against Cale's back, his stiff penis poking
Cale's butt cheek.  It was a sweet sight, but it was time to get them on
the move.

"Boys, come on and wake up!"  I spoke loudly, but not so loud as to startle
them.  After all, they'd all undergone trauma recently.  They stirred
slowly, but they'd gotten seven hours sleep, so I was not worried.  I
pulled the sheets off the bed and ordered the three of them to the showers.

Sasha lagged behind.  "Uncle Sean, aren't you going to wash me?"

"I'll be in there in a moment, Sasha, I want to get some things ready
first.  Peter, you are in charge that your brother gets clean, OK?"  The
boys shuffled in the bathroom, and I heard the water start as I went to the
closet at the end of the hall and took out two suitcases.  One would be for
Cale and I, and the other for Sasha and Peter.  I figured even though we
would be naked the whole time, five days at the beach would require lots of
T-Shirts, shorts and undies.

I put the suitcases in the separate rooms and then walked to the bathroom.
For once, the boys were not horny.  They were in the big shower lathering
up and all business.  I watched and was touched.  This was how it should
be, three boys comfortable in their skin, helping each other wash and
shampoo with no thought to sex.  The innocence here, as all three moved to
rinse themselves, was not erotic.  They reverted to being just boys very
quickly.

"Come on out boys!  Get dried off and I'll get a quick shower.  After you
dry off get into speedos instead of undies, then shorts and a T-Shirt.  I
expect you to all be dressed by the time I get out of the shower, OK?"

They all scrambled out and shouted a "yes", then moved exaggeratedly
fast. It was all I could do to slap naked butts.  I stepped in the shower
instead.  Didn't want to start something where they all needed their
penises rubbed or something.

When I got out and dried off, I walked into the bedroom and the boys
weren't there.  I dressed and then went in search of them and found them in
Cale's room.  They were actually packing without being asked.

"Wow!  You guys are being awfully good!  I think we'll have to have a treat
for dinner or something.  Maybe ice cream?"

Sasha spoke up.  "Cale said that we had to leave soon and that we'd be gone
for four days, so we're getting our stuff!  Do we have to have socks, or
can we go in sandals the whole time?"

"Just in case bring your sneakers and one pair of socks, OK?  Five T-Shirts
each, and don't forget the undies.  Cale, when you finish putting your
stuff in one suitcase can you go in my room and put the suitcase on the
bed?  Peter, the suitcase for you and your brother is in your room."

I walked down to the closet and got out a big cooler, and then walked it
down the hall and put it at the top of the stairs.  Then I strolled to my
room, passing a hustling Peter.  I just barely managed to tousle his hair
before he flew by.

I went in and gathered shirts and shorts and underwear for myself, packed
the bag I shared with Cale, then closed it and walked down the hall.

"Peter, Sasha?  Are you finished packing?"

The three of them barreled out of the bedroom, Peter trailing and lugging
their bag.  It was cute that the boys were excited, and they definitely
were.

"Well, you guys look ready!  Cale, Sasha, each of you get an end of the
cooler.  Let's get out to the car."

The boys were so obedient I was stunned.  We walked down the stairs and out
the door and I had to make a decision.  The boys rushed through the gate
and were fighting over the front seat of the convertible.  I walked up and
said, "Ahem!"

"It's awfully nice to see that you guys like to fight over who gets to sit
next to me.  But I don't want to see any fighting around here, even in fun!
Now, we are going to be riding in this car a ton.  So all we have to decide
is who goes first!  Then every time we stop we'll switch!  So, who's
first?"

The boys just looked at each other, like none of them was going to
volunteer.  I guess I'd chastised them a bit too much.

"Strike that, tell me how we choose!"

Cale stepped forward first, and then he grinned really big!  "I know, we'll
play with ourselves and the one with the hardest boner goes first!  You can
be the judge, Uncle Sean!"

Lord, the kid practically shouted it out, but I couldn't help giggling.
"Cale, we don't talk out loud about those things outside the house, OK?
We'll go by height.  Sasha, you get up front first, and Peter, you're just
a little shorter than Cale, so you go second.  Cale, you'll get third.
Believe me, you guys, with the top down, you're all going to have some fun.
First, though, who's going to help load the trunk?"

They were basically good boys, and they whirled around and were on me
trying to help before I'd even gotten the trunk open.  I put the suitcases
in, and the cooler and towels.  The bag of lotion and the like would have
to go with in the back seat with the boys.  Still, once we left stuff at
the hotel, the car wouldn't be all that crowded.

We all piled in afterwards, and it was an early start.  We left by 6:00 and
the roads were clear.  Out to I-95 and then up to I-195 and to the first
rest area.  The boys were having a ball catching the morning wind in their
faces.  It was 75 degrees at the start of the day, and now at 6:30 it had
risen a bit.  We pulled up to the pumps, and I let the attendant fill the
tank, but not before I checked in back to make sure the boys were decent.
I caught Cale's hand withdrawing from Peter's crotch, and Peter zipping his
pants.

"Boys, let's get out and walk over to the other pumps.  We need to talk."

We all got out while the man fed the car with gas, and I led the crew over
to the grass.

"Gentlemen!"  I had the boys all turned towards me.  "Boys, I know the two
of you in the back seat were playing around, and that's OK, but if you want
to keep doing that we won't be able to drive with the top down.  Also, if
you keep focusing on your penises then you're going to run the risk of
getting hard while you're on the beach, and that would be embarrassing for
all of us.  Cale, you got any ideas what to do to make sure those little
penises stay down while we're at the beach?"

Cale shook his head.  Boy, it was pretty apparent I wasn't that good at
delivering lectures to three boys just wanting to have fun.  But Peter
spoke up.

"Uncle Sean, I just think we should play with our dicks now so they'll be
tired.  And when we're at the beach we'll be having so much fun running
around we won't have time to think about it."

"Well, you're right in one thing, Peter - that's the way it works at the
beach.  I don't think I've ever seen someone with an erection.  OK, it's a
deal then.  Whoever is in the back, you guys play with them and get them
tired.  And we'll switch around a couple times, too!"

I was really glad I had tinted windows.  And I was very happy I'd worn
loose shorts, because I was afraid I was going to be hard the whole trip.
We all piled back in the car and I put up the top, then Sasha and Cale got
in the back with Peter up front with me.  I rolled up the windows, turned
on the air conditioner, and we were off!

We weren't three miles down the road when Cale had Sasha's pants unbuttoned
and down to mid-thigh.  I checked it out in the mirror.  Unfortunately, I
couldn't give my undivided attention, though the road was pretty empty.  I
smiled to myself as I drove and looked over at Peter.  He looked back at
me, and then slid his hand down the front of his pants.

"Peter, play with it all you want, but you'll be in the back there with one
of them soon!  Maybe you should just watch them for a bit."

"Well, don't you watch, Uncle Sean, you're supposed to be driving!"

Peter smiled at me and I drove on, watching his brothers fondle each other.

Cale had Sasha's hard little spear out and was sliding the skin back and
forth from its angry red head.  I took a longer look in the mirror than I
should, and noticed Peter then leaned between the bucket seats and looked
back blocking my view.  Just as well since I needed to pay attention to the
road.  I turned on the radio and listened to inane talk about Philly sports
and drifted off to think.

I had an odd situation to say the least.  Here I was making love with three
boys, and I wasn't feeling guilty about it.  I guess I'd been so constantly
in their company that I hadn't had the time to dwell on it.

I mused for a bit, and I forgot about the goings on in the back seat,
though Peter's erection pointed to me through his pants as he watched.  I
thought to myself for a long while.  Yes, I'd played sexually with friends
when I was a boy, just as they were back in the back seat.  There was even
an older brother of my friend for a bit.  He was nineteen, so I'd seen,
even tasted sperm when I was the age of these boys.  Sure, I was much more
of a figure of authority to them, but I couldn't deny that these were
honest giggles and cries of pleasure I'd heard over the last days.  I was
worried about the effect this would have on them in a few years.

I guess my biggest worry was if they became straight, then became ashamed
of these events of their youth, the sex with me and with their brothers.
Would they feel shame over having performed gay sex acts?  Still, keeping
an open dialog would help.  I think we'd probably have a problem when they
hit the peer pressure of the new school.  Boys that age routinely teased
each other by calling names, and "gay" and "fag" were on the hit parade of
names.  If my boys understood that - Cale said he was worried about it -
then they might get upset and lash out.  They might be ashamed of what we
did at home.  This was going to require a lot of talk to prepare them.

Then there would be sleepovers.  These boys were very good looking, and
they would attract friends fast.  We'd have to figure out what to do about
nude swimming.  I'm sure the boys would want to include their friends in
that.  I'd have to figure out rules.  Maybe talk to other parents first
before allowing it.  I would DEFINITELY talk to them about playing grab-ass
with other boys.

I was most concerned now with how the boys would react to encountering real
gay men.  We'd see some at the beach today.  Not only that, we'd see nude
women and girls. There would be tattoos, and I even remember seeing some
genital piercing in the past.  My God the boys would double up with
laughter!  I was going to have to lecture them about pointing and laughing.

I was interested in how they'd be on the beach.  Would they stare at the
people?  The other kids there just went about their business wading and
splashing and digging in the sand.  But they'd grown up with the constant
nudity, and while these boys had grown comfortable being naked around me
and each other, but they might suddenly get shy.

I was jolted out of my musings by Peter.

"Uncle Sean, can we switch now?  I think they're finished and I want my
turn!"

"They're finished already?  I didn't even hear Sasha scream.  Sasha, what's
wrong?  That must have been the quietest orgasm for you yet!"

"Are you kidding, Uncle Sean?"  Cale shouted at me from the back.  "He was
going pretty loud!  If you didn't hear you must have been daydreaming.  He
even kicked your seat!"

I chuckled at him, looking him in the eye in the rear-view mirror.  Sure
enough, Sasha looked almost passed out.  "I guess I was daydreaming, guys.
Tell you what, there's a service plaza about three miles up, and they have
a sub shop.  We can buy a little breakfast and put lunch in the cooler, and
then we can switch around so Cale and Peter can have the back seat.  That
is, unless you want to, Sasha?"

"No, I wanna be in the front seat!  I want to ride on the shotgun!"

I giggled.  He was prone to mangling the language but it almost always were
cute, but this one was a howler. . .

"Not until I get to ride the shotgun, Sasha," his brother was laying down
the law.  "But you can ride my pistol!"  All three boys broke up laughing,
though it took Sasha a second or two to get their crude joke.  To the boys
this was evidently just fun to them.  All the sex and worry I had about it,
well they just took it in stride.

"OK, guys, that was pretty funny, but I'm not taking three boys into the
service plaza with those things sticking out!"  I reached over, grabbed
Peter's little dick and gave it a little pull.  "Put that thing away,
Peter!  We're almost there!"

All three immediately slipped their shorts up their hips and the car was a
mess of buttoning and snapping and tucking in of shirts.  I drove into the
service plaza, parked, and we all piled out.  I looked down and noticed
tents on both Peter and Cale.

"Come here boys."

"I think we want to avoid you guys doing a whole bunch of advertising here,
OK?"  We were between the mustang and a van and I crouched down in front of
each of them in turn, reached down inside their shorts and straightened
them out.  They each jumped and rewarded me with a smile and a quick hug,
and I'll admit to getting a thrill about feeling those two little penises
right there in the open, but I didn't linger.

We walked in and got some donuts and drinks, and then I sat the boys down
to eat up while I went to the subway and got four sandwiches, then
proceeded to the little store there and got sodas and bottled water and
chips.  We made this a very efficient stop.

I got back in time to watch Cale tonguing the end of his filled donut in
order to get out the cream.  Sasha was watching with his jaw on the floor.
It was getting where I couldn't take these boys anywhere but they'd make my
penis rise.  Yes, it was an erotic sight and I would have watched for the
next act if we weren't among something like 200 fellow travelers.

I just cleared my throat and gave Cale the look and he raised his eyebrows
and then stuck the donut far into his mouth and chomped on it, practically
choking himself in the process.  Peter and Sasha laughed while I went over
and gave my boy a hug and kissed away the tears after he'd coughed for
about a minute.

"Are you OK, Cale?"

"Yeah, Uncle Sean, just don't tell me that it'll teach me to play with my
food, OK?"

"I'm not going to say a word, Cale.  Grab your food boys and let's blow
this pop stand!  I want to be on the beach by nine!  Let's go!"  As they
got up I swatted all three butts and we were off, out the door and loading
into the car.  The boys were still unbelievably good, and helped a lot with
the loading, and we were through with the packing of the cooler in no time,
with Cale directly behind me and Sasha riding the shotgun.

As we went the rest of the way, Sasha jabbered a bit about the other cars
on the road, and we played a game of spotting vans and VWs and the like.
He also read signs aloud, and I was so involved in entertaining him that
when he read the Sea Girt sign, I realized I hadn't even noticed the boys
in back.  I looked back and Peter was straining in his seatbelt and had
leaned over all the way and Cale's eyes were closed and he was trembling.
Peter was evidently sucking him off.  Cale's orgasm came just in time, as
we were getting near to the beach.

I waited a moment until Cale's eyes opened and met mine in the rear view
mirror.  "OK, boys, you better pull up your pants now.  We're almost at the
beach."

They wrestled with their clothes and soon were sitting up straight again.
It was time for the big speech.

"Boys, listen up.  We already talked about how nobody gets erections on the
beach.  You think you're going to be fine with that?

Peter chirped up, "Yeah, we even did it twice so our dicks would be tired!"

I must have really been distracted by Sasha not to notice that.  "Good
Peter!  Another thing.  There are going to be all kinds of people, and
they're almost all going to be naked.  There's going to be big and little,
old and young, fat and skinny, and some people will look funny.  Last time
I was here I saw some strange sights.  I saw several men with pierced
nipples!"

Sasha clutched his chest at this point, and the others joined in.  I
chuckled.

"Oh, you guys don't even know what you might see!  You'll see tattoos too.
I saw someone once who had pierced some of the skin on his penis."

This got them clutching their own crotches and giggling.  The talk was not
going with the seriousness I had hoped.

"Listen up, boys, I'm only telling you this because I want you to be
prepared.  It isn't nice to stare and it's definitely against the rules to
point.  I don't want you guys embarrassing us, OK?"

I got nods all around.  But the boys were fidgeting.

"Where's the beach, Uncle Sean," Peter was almost hopping by now.  He
seemed so eager.

"Peter, are you excited?

"We've never been to the beach ever, Uncle Sean!  I can't wait!"

We all lugged our stuff through the parking lot - there were lots of cars
there already-and then we came out and crossed the road to the changing
rooms.  We passed them by and began the long trudge to the beach.

The minute we turned the corner to wade across a quarter mile of sand the
boys got even more excited - we could see the ocean in the distance.

"Is that the ocean, Uncle Sean?"  Little Sasha was practically bouncing in
his sandals.

"Hold on boys, keep with me!  We'll be able to get a good spot because
we're early, but we have to stick together."  There were maybe 500 people
on the beach already, and I knew that with National Nude Weekend we'd top
out with close to 5,000.  There would be games for he kids, like sack races
and stuff.  I couldn't wait.  I wanted to see my boys compete!

We finally got to the ocean, and we spread the blankets out near a group I
knew just a little bit.  I'd sat by them before.  It was a couple who had a
boy, and they were all professional tanners!  Heck, last year I'd come to
the beach with a friend, and the boy, 12 years old then, had fallen asleep
on his stomach.  I'd looked close, and I swear he had a tan all the way
into his crack!

I wrenched my eyes away and looked up and down the beach - To the north in
the distance we could see the towers of the World Trade Center.  Also, on
that end of the beach there was a clothed section.  Sometimes people would
walk from that end down into the nude part to check out the naked people.
It was like they were tourists or something.  To the south of us were more
people, and at the farthest south end was the gay part of the beach.  They
didn't actually DO anything to let you know they were gay, but it was all
men, so it wasn't hard to figure it out.  And sometimes they put up rainbow
flags next to their blankets - I saw two of them already.

I looked back and the boys were already naked and staring at me.  They were
hopping and really wanted to go in the ocean.

"Come on, Uncle Sean!  Can we go in the ocean?"  As usual, it was Cale who
spoke up first, but his impatient question was echoed quickly by the other
two boys.

I quickly slipped my shorts off and took off my T-Shirt.

"Boys, we first have to put on sunscreen!  Peter, you put it on Cale, and
Cale, you return the favor.  I'll take care of Sasha - Oh, come here."
They came close and I whispered to them.  "Watch out when doing your dicks
and butts - make sure you coat them good, but don't get hard, OK?"

They nodded and I passed on bottle of 30-factor sunscreen to Peter and
opened the other and soon had Sasha covered from head to toe.  I made him
put it on his penis.  I then applied it sunscreen to myself and took a
quick peek at Peter and Cale.  They were industriously applying the
sunscreen.  I'd expected them to be giggling in the process, but what I saw
was two sober serious boys, no doubt concentrating on keeping their
erections down.

When we were all done, we dropped the bottles of sunscreen and all three
looked at me.

"How do I get this off my hands, Uncle Sean?"  Peter was holding up his
greasy fingers and his nose was wrinkled.

"I guess we'll have to go in the ocean!  But first, boys, you have to be
careful.  Look out there now - see that guy out there about 60 feet out and
only up to his ankles?  The rule is that if I'm not with you, you can't go
further than that, OK?  He's on a sand bar - the water is deeper nearer the
shore.  And if I say anything you have to listen and obey because the ocean
can be dangerous sometimes.  OK, let's go!"

We ran down to the water and waded in.  I was with the best looking boys on
the beach, and as I looked back at the people on shore there were more than
a few people watching us.

We played in the shallow area for quite some time.  The water came up over
the waists of the boys, and the waves were small.  The boys splashed each
other for a while, and I tossed them around some.  We all giggled, and I
was definitely right about the seventy two degree water keeping their
penises relaxed.  After a while we went out to crash our bodies in the
gentle waves.

The boys were excited by everything on their first trip to the ocean, but
the only time they got a little lewd and sexy was when one of those
airplanes trailing a banner behind it came over.  The banner was
advertising a small amusement park thirty miles south, but the boys weren't
interested in reading the banner - the jumped up to the sand bar, now
completely out of the water due to the retreating tide, and wiggled their
dicks at it with their fingers.  As the plane passed they turned around and
mooned it.  I confess, I joined in on this last bit, as did a boy nearby
and three men who happened to be strolling by.  We all laughed hard.

"Come on boys, let's get out and dry, reapply sunscreen, and then you can
make some sand castles or we'll walk along the beach or something."  The
sun was high in the sky by now, and if I wasn't mistaken it was nearing
11:00, and the boys needed some water too or they'd dehydrate.

We got to the towels but there was no need to dry off - it was nearly
windless and creeping towards 90 degrees, one of the hotter days we'd see
this year down the shore.  I would run out of water and drinks early at
this rate, but there was a trailer that sold stuff parked not too far away.
In fact, I figured we might as well go over there now, because the kids
games would be held near there later, and I wanted to know about the times
and the sign-up process.

"Come on, guys, let's go get a Popsicle and we can check out where the
games are being played later."  I looked up and Cale was talking to the
older boy who was sitting near us, the professional tanner boy.

"Uncle Sean, can Randy come too?"

I looked at Randy's Dad, who nodded.  "Come on along Randy, did you get all
our names?"

"No, sir!"

I walked over to shake Randy's Dad's hand.  "Hi, I'm Sean Martin, and these
are my boys.  The talkative one is Cale, and then there's Peter, the tall
one, and Sasha, our youngest."  I pointed to all the boys."

"Well, I'm John and this is my son Randy.  My wife Linda is on trash
patrol, you know about that, don't you?"

"Hello, John!  Say hello, boys!  Yeah, John, we know about the policy of
carry in and carry out.  And I brought a couple garbage bags.  We were just
going over to check out what time the events were this afternoon.  But
maybe we'll take a garbage bag and put all of these boys to work after we
get Popsicles.  How about it boys?"

"Sure, Mr. Martin!  I do that every year!  Hello, Peter!  Hello, Sasha!"
The boys shook hands all around.

"John, you have a very polite boy there!"

"Well, he is mostly around adults.  Not many kids come here at Randy's age.
He's pretty happy to meet you guys I'll bet."

"John, these boys will wear me out soon enough, it'll be great to have
Randy tag along and keep them company.  They were going to do a sand castle
later - and I'm hoping to rest then.  How old are you, Randy?"

"I'll be 13 in five days.  Didn't we see you last year, Mr. Martin?"

Cale couldn't take it anymore.  "He likes to be called Sean - he makes us
call him Uncle Sean though.  He says enough people call him Mister at
work."

Randy blushed, "Sorry Mr., I mean Sean."

"That's OK, Randy.  So, you want to come with us to the snack bar?"

"Yeah, can I Dad?"

"Yeah, Randy - but not too long - lunch is in an hour or so.  And if they
go pick up trash I know you'll do your part."  John stood up and ruffled
his son's hair and then we took off, five naked people with just my
backpack between us.

We went to the snack trailer, got Popsicles for all, and then went and
checked out the schedule of events for later in the day.  There were
wheelbarrow and three legged races for the kids, and a water balloon toss.
There was also a spinning game.  I guessed it was were you spun the kids
around and then watched them stagger around afterwards or something.

"Uncle Sean, can I team up with Cale for the three legged race and the
wheelbarrow one?"  It was good to see Sasha excited.

"Well, I think those would be good match-ups, as long as Peter can team up
with you, Randy - I know you're a few inches bigger, but Peter's the
biggest boy we've got!"

Cale grabbed me and pulled me down and whispered in my ear.  "Looks like
only two inches to me, Uncle Sean!"  He giggled.

It took me only a second to figure out that Cale was talking about penis
size, and I looked and his was getting a little longer.  Then he dripped
some of his popsickle on it, and his eyes grew wide as his penis shrunk
fast.

I whispered back.  "Don't make those comments any more or you'll get
embarrassed, Cale!"  Just for good measure I pinched his butt.

In the meantime, Randy volunteered to compete with Peter, and we went and
signed up.

After that we walked all over and nearly filled a garbage bag full of
trash.  Pretty soon the boys were making a game of it, and they were
sweating through their sunscreen while racing for cigarette butts and candy
wrappers.  We filled the trash bag, and then we headed towards the beach in
order to walk along it to our blankets and towels.

As it happened, we were at the south end of the beach.  Yes, the gay end of
the beach.

For the most part, the people here, almost all men, were very well-behaved.
A few seemed to fit the stereotypes - showing off buffed up bodies or with
pierced nipples and such, but they were a good group all in all.  What was
most interesting was watching my boys.  Somehow they sensed these were gay
men, and they surreptitiously elbowed each other and giggled.  I was going
to have to give them the lecture about pointing again.  Randy was
oblivious, veteran that he was at this nude beach.

I noticed also that there were more than a few of the men ogling the four
beautiful boys as we wove our way between the blankets.  It was just days
ago that I would have been shocked at such admiring eyes.  To me though,
they were beautiful in their nudity, and the sex play we engaged in was
different.  I checked the boys, and timidity was probably all that kept
them from getting stiffies.

When we got to the beach we slowly walked along the beach back to our
blankets, and then I collapsed.

"Boys, why don't you go build a sand castle with Randy - he can show you
how because he comes to the beach a lot.  Remember the rules, though - no
going beyond the sand bar without me around, OK?"

The boys all nodded, and the trotted off.  I talked to John a bit, and then
I dozed for a few minutes, and then was awakened when I felt a rustling on
the blanket.  I opened my eyes and saw that Sasha had crawled onto the
blanket.

"Sasha, don't you want to play with the other guys?"

"I'm tired and I think I need to sleep!"

"Lay down then Sasha!  I'll spread more sunscreen on you in a bit."

Sasha was already asleep by the time I finished, and I dozed a bit myself.
The sun was hot and the sunscreen seemed to intensify the heat and the
whole beach turned a bit hazy as my eyes drooped.  We'd been asleep for an
hour or so, and it was getting well time for lunch when I felt Sasha's hand
on my shoulder and heard a quiet whisper.

He almost had tears in his eyes and he looked up at me.  "Uncle Sean, I got
a boner.  And I need to pee too!  But I can't get up with all these people
here!"

"I'll carry you out to the water and we'll deal with it Sasha.  Now put
away the tears and we'll do it quick."

I stood up, then scooped up Sasha into my arms so fast that surely nobody
saw, though as I turned towards the ocean I noticed a smile on John's face.
Well, if that was the only hitch this would be fine.  I slowly walked to
the beach with Sasha's arms and legs wrapped around me, his head on my
shoulder, and his three-inch spike poking in my belly with each stride.  By
the time we got to the water, Sasha was slowly humping my belly.

I headed more quickly past the sand bar and into the deeper water.  Sasha
humped me harder, more insistently.  I wanted to clamp my hand over his
mouth before he started moaning!  When we were finally covered by water I
leaned Sasha away from me and looked him in the eyes.

"Sasha, we can't have fun with that thing here if you're going to moan -
the water will hide what we do, but it won't hide your moaning, so you got
to hold it back, or we'll just wander around out here until that thing goes
down by itself, ok?"

"I can be quiet, Uncle Sean.  Please do it!  Please rub it!"

I nodded and looked into eyes that had suddenly become lust-filled.

"OK, Sasha, keep your legs wrapped around me, because I'm only going to be
able to hold you up with one hand.  So you have to wrap one arm at least
around my neck."  I got a nod in return.

Sasha nodded again, and wrapped one arm around my neck.  I turned to the
shore and looked, and nobody was looking.  Thank God for the nudist ethic
of not staring at others.  I looked around a bit and there were folks
strolling the sand bar, and even a couple kids building a sandcastle there.

I drew my hand down to Sashs's crotch and grabbed his penis at the base.  I
needed to get this done quick, and I needed to make sure Sasha enjoyed it.
I held him away from me with one arm and slipped my hand down and gripped
the shaft of his penis and started to rub up and down.  It was joy, and my
own dick came to meet his, but I was anxious.  We wouldn't have a chance to
get me off - I had to deal with my boy here and then forego my own
pleasure.

I heard a noise, a low and angry grumble, and turned around, continuing my
diddling of Sasha.  A motorboat, too close to the shore, was coming by.
They couldn't see what we were doing, but we were going to suffer its wake
soon.

I concentrated on him more, looked Sasha in the eye, and continued
masturbating him, making sure to touch his tiny penis head with each
stroke.  Frankly, I wanted his orgasm to happen quickly so I didn't have to
deal with both him and the boat's wake, and so I might walk some more to
get my own erection to go down.  I felt my own penis pressing between his
cheeks and tried to ignore my own excitement, to no avail.  I knew I could
get him off fast if I played with his butt, so I shifted my arm and trusted
him to cling to me by himself.  I looked in his eyes and I slipped a finger
in the crease between his cheeks and his eyes widened, then I touched his
hole, touching the head of my penis at the same time, and his eyes screwed
shut and Sasha bit his lip.

A big wave knocked me a bit, causing my finger to press harder on his hole,
and Sasha started his orgasm.  I fiddled with his penis more as I turned to
face the wake from the speedboat, and before I even knew it was happening,
I came as well, spewing across his butt and my fingers only to dissolve in
the ocean.  I'd been on edge all morning watching these boys, and my
release came quickly.  Sasha gasped and I pulled him to me with both arms
and hugged him, and waded further waiting while the cool water the shrink
our penises.

After a moment I turned around and noticed the boys playing tag on the sand
bar with Randy.  It looked like Peter was it, and it also looked like they
were only slapping butts.  Sasha and I waded some more, but it was time for
lunch, and then the games for the boys for the afternoon.

"OK now, Sasha, pee and then we'll go join the others, OK?"  He just looked
at me, smiled, and I felt a warmth spread out between us.  I guess I would
have recoiled at that just a few days ago, but I just smiled back to him.

We waded ashore as soon my penis wilted, and I called to the boys that it
was time for lunch.  We all sat on the blankets, and I passed out the
sandwiches.  Randy went over and sat with his Mom and Dad and they got
their lunch as well.  It was late - almost 1:30, and the boys were
famished.  I broke out individual plastic containers of potato salad as
well, and the boys dug in like there was no tomorrow.  I guess Sasha and
Peter would treat food like that for some time since they were only a few
days off the streets.

Peter finished first, and Cale dribbled some of his potato salad right
above his dick.  The cold certainly kept his penis soft, but his eyes lit
up with an evil grin when he noticed Peter's eyes had the path of the
potato salad's path.

"You still hungry, Peter?"

Peter blushed and the incident halted right there as he noticed how he was
beginning to get hard and then ran to the water without a word.

I shouted after him.  "Come back soon, Peter, the games start in twenty
minutes!"  Then I looked to Cale.  "You might want to go wash that off,
Cale.  Sasha and I will put away the trash.  Don't go in too far, I'll be
watching!"

Sasha was giggling, and to prevent him from getting excited yet again I
ordered him around, picking up paper and plastic, the remains of our meal.
In no time we were done, and he looked up at me.

"Uncle Sean, are the games gonna happen soon?"

Well, I could be sure that physical exercise would keep my favorite three
willies in the world soft.  I turned towards the water and Cale and Peter
were splashing each other as they waded back towards us.

"Yeah, Sasha, as soon as Peter and Cale get here we'll walk on over there
and check it out.  Hey Randy, John, Linda, are you all ready to walk over
to the games?"

Randy immediately stood up as both John and Linda swiveled their heads.
They were just finishing their clean-up, and while John and Linda nodded,
it looked like Randy was as excited as my boys - he was hopping from foot
to foot.

John spoke up.  "Sunscreen, Randy!"  Randy turned around and bent over,
giving all of us a full look at his tanned butt, and it was indeed obvious
that it was tanned all the way in the crack.  He picked up the sunscreen
and stood up and started spreading, breaking the spell that had been cast
on the Martin family.

I spoke as I came out of my fog.  "Oh, yeah, boys, even though we've got a
little cloud cover now, we ought to reapply before the games."  I passed
out the two plastic bottles of sunscreen and kept an eye out to see that
they were thorough while I applied some to myself as well.  They did it
with no funny business since they were eager to play, and except for the
middle of their backs, I didn't have to do any more touch-up coverage.

When we looked up Randy was already standing next to us and Linda and John
were striding up behind him.

"Let's go!"  As usual, Cale was the leader.

"Lead on, Cale!"  The boys then weaved in and out between other people's
blankets and the three of us old-timers followed.  John and Linda were
about my age, and they were remarkably fit, and I found myself admiring
them both.  Still, while John had a chiseled butt, I found myself more
attracted to her more than to him, which puzzled me, given my attractions
this past week and more.

Mostly we talked about the beach, keeping it clean, and marveling at the
size of the crowds this day.

I'd only entered the boys in two events, and they stuck near me.  The crowd
was big and there were maybe 60 boys and girls.  Well, by "boys and girls"
I was counting only those around my kids' ages and younger.  I guess my
definition hinged on pubic hair.  Was it the absence of it what attracted
me to my own boys?  I spent much of the games thinking on such subjects.  I
wondered, for instance, if there were others here equally attracted, even
if they did not act on those attractions.

I looked around at the men in the crowd and they were indeed smiling and
intent on the action.  They were of all sizes and ages.  There was a huge
man running the events who must have been fifty years old and with a belly
that hung so low you couldn't see his penis.  I had to talk to Peter to
prevent him from pointing.  There were several very old men, lean and with
withered asses, the cheeks all muscle with the sinew showing through.  And
there were also many from 20 to 45 or so who were healthy and in good
shape.  We saw lots of tattoos and I was too late to keep Cale from
pointing at a man with a pierced foreskin.

Pretty soon the boys had their events.  They'd been excited the whole time,
and not the least because this was the first time they'd seen naked girls
of their own age.  I notice the interest in all of them, even to the point
of their penises beginning to salute, and figured I'd better ask about it
later.  They were called for the three legged race then, and the excitement
of competition calmed their little spikes.

Randy and Peter were tied together and Sasha and Cale, with cloth sashes.
I wished I'd brought my camera, but then, there would be all the time in
the world for taking pictures of my boys.  They were anxious at the start
of the race.  Randy and Peter, the taller of the couples, were surprisingly
crouched lower, and I thought to myself that the people behind them were
getting quite a show of their cute butts.  At the finish line we just
waited until the race started with a bang.

Both sets of boys did well, but Cale and Sasha figured out the timing of
how to run together first, and soon they were sprinting.  Perhaps the
6-inch height difference between Peter and Randy got in the way.  Cale and
Sasha came in second and then stood in the front to get their prize - a
free body painting to be done after the games were through.  I just hoped
it washed off easy because they were excited by it.

I gathered my boys by me while we watched a few other events, then it was
time for the spinning race.  Each kid had to put his forehead on the end of
a bat, walk around it in ten circles with his forehead still in contact,
and then run from the starting line to the finish line.  This was going to
be good.

"Hey Sean, when Randy did this game last year he was the second biggest kid
out there and he ended up crawling the first 20 feet he was so dizzy and
disoriented.  I swear Linda was going to pee she was laughing so hard."
John pointed to where the 12 contestants were standing, a third of them
ours.

"Oh, John, I can't wait.  It'll give me something to tease the boys about
tonight at the hotel."

"Where are you staying?  We live fairly near, so we'll just go home."

"I got reservations at the Molly Pitcher in Red Bank.  I figured after a
long day these boys may have sore muscles, and they've rooms with Jacuzzis.
Tomorrow we'll go to just explore the area, then we'll come back to the
beach Monday when the crowds are smaller."

"Well, Sean, I'd ask you to join us, but it looks like you have set plans,
unless I can talk you into dinner tomorrow night or something.  That would
be OK, wouldn't it Linda?"

"Of course, John!  We'd love to have you and your boys over, Sean.  Just be
warned that we don't wear clothes around the house either.  Now you two can
continue your conversation later - the boys are almost finished spinning
and then the funny part starts!"  She grinned big and turned to watch, as
did John and I.

Of our boys Randy was the first to finish spinning.  He evidently didn't
learn the lesson from the year before that the faster the spinning the
dizzier the boy.  Cale was right behind him though.  It was a good thing
sand was soft, because they both went down in a heap not two steps towards
the finish line.  They struggled to get up as first Peter and then Sasha
finished spinning and started out.  This was good.  I was laughing hard
already and so was the whole crowd!

"Come on Cale, the line is this way!"  I yelled because Cale was now going
back towards the bats when Peter stumbled into him.  He turned the exact
opposite direction from my voice and while turning around he fell again and
giggled.

Peter kept stumbling, this time into a plump little girl, and his hand
grabbed her between the legs to help steady himself, until he realized
where it was and he shrieked and fell over backwards.  I looked towards
Sasha and he was steadily weaving towards the finish line.  His was
evidently the right strategy - don't even try to run.

Sasha was only ten feet from the finish line when another strategy took
hold.  Peter and Randy had gotten together and were three legged racing
like before, their hands around each other's hips.  They weren't exactly
steady together, but they were making progress and catching up to Sasha,
having just passed the fat girl Peter had embraced earlier.  The problem
was that Peter had popped a bone.  He didn't know it, but he was clearly
happy with the contact with Randy.

Unfortunately, Sasha fell at this point, and he started crawling.  It was
going to be a close finish.

"Come on, Sasha!  Beat those two cheaters!"  I turned and John had tears
streaming down his face as he encouraged my littlest boy.

"Besides, John, we don't want a tie or they'd all have to do it over!"

Linda chimed in next.  "No, I think Peter would win by a head!"

I laughed even harder, partly in relief that Peter's hard dick was being
treated as if such things were an everyday occurrence among boys, which, of
course, they were.

The race ended as Sasha stood up to break the tape just seconds before
Peter and Randy fell across it.  I hugged each boy and we waited while Cale
weaved his way to the finish line.  The winners also got awarded free body
painting.

"Can we do it again?"  Sasha was grinning, though when he came out of the
hug he fell on his butt promptly.

"You go ahead, Sasha, but I'm going to get in the water!"  Cale was fairly
steady on his feet by then.  He probably realized it was getting late.

"Yeah, let's go, Cale!"  Peter had realized his condition, and he was
glowing red and anxious to get to the water.

"Not too deep, boys - Sasha and I will come too and then we can go further
out."  Randy and John came with us as we weaved our way through blankets
and into the ocean.

Sasha ran ahead a bit and John turned to me.  "I noticed you were a bit
embarrassed for Peter, Sean.  Don't worry about it, though.  Everyone out
here makes an exception for boys in the erection department.  I guess they
probably liked looking, too!"

"I was a bit concerned, but mostly so he didn't feel so embarrassed.  We
might go naked at the pool at home, but this is the first time in public
for these boys.  Hold it, are you serious about what you just said?"

"Oh yeah, Sean - while we all talk about naturism being about only nudity
and not about sex, I'm sure there's no bigger turn-on for most people here
than to see a boy pop an erection.  I don't know of anyone who prowls the
beach looking for it - but I've been on the towel all day and I've been
noticing that the boys here get lots of stares.  I've been thinking about
it a lot."

"Well, John, I suppose all of us look at the kids of both sexes - innocence
is attractive and all."  While I wanted to talk more, I also wanted this
conversation to stop as it was treading quite near the taboos the boys and
I had been breaking.

"Sean, I don't know whether Linda and I are typical of other naturists, but
when Randy got his first erection in front of us we all had a party and
admired it.  I told him how to play with it and get an orgasm and he
insisted on doing it while I watched the first time.  I confess that it is
awe inspiring to watch your son have his first big one!  Made me hard
watching.  And then he talked me into doing it and Linda walked in on us
just as I finished.  But she was OK.  We'd talked a lot about how open we
would be with sex."

"Jeez!  You're pretty open about that, and I appreciate it.  I'd be scared
to say stuff like that to someone else."

"Well, you're going to run into this stuff very soon, Sean, and I thought
I'd open up a bit in order to prepare you a bit.  I sincerely believe in
openness with Randy as far as sex is concerned.  He makes me measure it
once in a while.  We don't make marks on the wall to see how tall he is
anymore, but I'm still measuring!"  John chuckled as we waded in.  "Next I
know I'll end up with him showing off his first wet orgasm!"  We both
laughed, though mine was a bit forced.  Still, it sounded to me like what
they were doing was natural, and it made me feel less like what the boys
and I were doing was bad.

I cleared my throat and plunged ahead as we started to wade through the
water towards the boys frolicking on the sand bar.  "Well, John, these boys
get hard all the time when we're in the pool.  Thanks for the frankness.  I
think I am a bit better prepared for those issues now.  And having had
custody of these three for only a week, I need all the advice I can get."

"You've only had these guys for a short time?  But it seems as if you've
been together forever!  I bet there's a story there!"

"Yeah, Cale is my nephew, and my brother died.  He's been clinging and
needy while I comforted him.  Then he helped me save Peter and Sasha from
off the streets, and he's come completely out of his shell.  Their Dad took
a dive in the Delaware just a week ago or so, and the boys were on the
streets for a couple days.  Sasha still wets the bed sometimes.  All three
have been traumatized recently, and it's not uncommon for there to be four
of us in my bed at night.  This has been a life change for this old
bachelor, John, I can tell you."

"Wow, that's quite a story, Sean!  I'd like to hear more if you guys come
over for dinner.  But right now I think the boys are going to want to go
play in the breakers.  And since Randy is too big to throw anymore, I'll be
glad to help out in throwing your boys into the waves!"  John laughed a
little and we walked with the boys out into deeper surf and frolicked for
half an hour.

I was beat after all that, and especially when I tried to toss Randy once.
The feel of his butt in my hands made my heart quicken, but it was over
soon.

"Cale, Peter, Sasha?  I think it's time to do some body painting - let's go
see what it's all about!  You too Randy and John?"

Randy spoke first.  "Start thinking what you want painted, guys.  The
painters are experts!"

Cale said, "I want a Kangaroo like my Hobster - he's a stuffed Roo!"

I just giggled as the three of them spoke of animals and all.  There were
jokes about nipples doubling as eyes and penises as tongues sticking out in
the pictures that would be painted on them.  As John and I led the cutest
boys on the beach to get painted we smirked at each other, knowing I guess
what treasures we were in charge of.  We stopped by our towels to get my
backpack, and then we continued to the body painting area.

When we got there we found that the body painting was done by a guy who
looked seventy years old.  He wasn't hairy at all, but a scrawny guy who
was tanned like cowhide.  It was obvious to me that he appreciated boy
flesh, as did John and I.  His name was Walter.

"Well, what do you boys want painted on you, and which one of you is
first?"  Walter was pretty laid back.

"I want a kangaroo!  Can you do that?"  As usual, Cale was in the front of
the line.

"Sure I can do a Kangaroo!  I'll do it on your chest and the tail will drop
down to your thigh, does that sound good?"  Walter had a soothing voice but
I didn't really like the look he gave the boys.  This guy was interested,
there was no doubt.  John's words about how many of the folks on the beach
admired boys came back to me.  I had thought I had caught a bit of
"sexually interested" in his use of "admiring," and John caught my eyes and
wordlessly confirmed that he meant just that.  Still, he was only going to
have a paintbrush on them, and John and I were going to be there the whole
time.

The man started painting and Cale started wiggling.  Walter looked up at
me.

"Is this your boy, sir?"

"Yes, and my name is Sean."

"Well, Sean, you may have to stand behind him and hold him here - the brush
sometimes gets ticklish.  And you should be warned, young man, that you
just might get an erection.  This area of the beach is about the only place
where it happens, and only on the little boys like you.  All you boys
should be warned in case you're embarrassed."

Cale blushed hard, and he looked at me.  I opened my mouth to speak, not
knowing what to say, when John beat me to the punch.

"That happened last year with Randy, and look over there where Marge is
painting that six year old.  See, Cale, it's just natural, I guess -
happens to all boys when they get tickled by the paint brush."  Randy
nodded at Cale, and I followed and smiled and Cale's blushing subsided
while I moved behind him and wrapped my arms around his in a wrestling hold
that kept him from being able to interfere with the painting, no matter
that he might have wanted to itch.

This was difficult for me.  First, it was clear that Walter, though
talented, had picked the job of body painting so he could have contact with
children, especially boys who were sexually excited.  I was puzzled that I
could willingly let this go on, holding my boy while another man stimulated
him right there in public with 50 or so people able to see if they wished.
I would repeat this with the other boys too.  And Cale got an erection all
too soon, his three-inch penis pointing to the sky proudly.  The other boys
fidgeted while watching, and Sasha at least was getting a sympathy
erection.

It was also difficult as I was continually forced to check my own response
- not easy since my penis was pressed into Cale's back just below his neck.
I was successful, but fighting my own erection caused me to sweat.  John
knew I was struggling, too, as our eyes met on more than one occasion.

The painting was almost finished, but Cale had not calmed a bit, and his
squirming less frequent, it was evidently because he was focused on what he
was feeling as Walter finished the tail of the Kangaroo, which trailed to
the top of Cale's thigh.  His penis was not quite as insistent, and then he
jumped a good bit as Walter finished - the brush had stroked Cale's scrotum
once, painting his left ball with the brown paint.  Everyone giggled.

"Done," Walter said.  "Who is next?"

I couldn't believe Walter wasn't hard, but then he was aged, probably 70
years old, and clearly had experience in holding back his physical
responses.

Peter and Randy argued over who was next and Sasha said he'd go last.  It
was decided that Peter would go next, and Randy said he'd hold him, so Cale
and I walked to get a bottle of water at the food stand which was just a
100 feet away or so.

"Well, Cale, you certainly look fine with that Kangaroo!  You know you're
not going to be able to go to go in the ocean for quite a while, don't you?
It's 3:30, and we're only staying until 6:00 or 7:00 anyway, but when you
go in the water that lovely kangaroo will wash off!"

"I don't care, Uncle Sean!  We can make another sand castle.  Umm, can I
ask you something?"

"Sure, Cale!"  We stopped and he talked low and since I couldn't hear him I
leaned down.

"Do you think that Walter guy wanted to play with my dick?"

"I bet he did, Cale.  Remember, most people would think what we do together
is wrong, but I bet there are a lot of people who think you boys are sexy.
I guess he's just doing something where he can admire boys without getting
in trouble by actually doing anything wrong.  Let me tell you, you gave him
a show.  I bet Peter is as hard as a rock right now, and Randy too while
he's holding Peter."

"Yeah!"  Cale seemed to drop the notion of being troubled over another man
being sexually interested in him.  He also no longer had a boner, and that
pleased me.  "Let's get the water quick so we can go back and watch while
Peter gets painted!"

We got seven large bottles of water and struggled to carry them back.  I
figured Walter could use one as well.  And I wanted to keep everyone
hydrated.  As we arrived it was clear that my prediction had come true.
Peter had chosen to have a jester painted on him.  He'd adopted Cale's
"funster" for his own over the last few days.  Peter's bone was pointing to
the tassels on the Jester hat that had already been painted in.  Cale and I
passed out the water, and then he went and chatted with Sasha, who was
still deciding what he wanted painted on himself while I sidled up to John.

"Thanks for the water, Sean.  Boy, Peter seems to be enjoying the
painting!"  He smiled while he said it, and I felt more comfortable.  I'd
always thought the naturist way was completely asexual, and it was
comforting to know that not only did they accept the natural sexuality of
boys, but that some of them were attracted to that sexuality as well.

The painting was done soon, and this time there was no contact between the
paint brush and the genitals.  The jester looked fine on Peter's chest, and
he preened for the crowd with no embarrassment even though his penis was
still three quarters hard.  And, by now we had a crowd of maybe thirty
onlookers actively watching the body painting of Walter and Marge.

"Who's next folks!"  Walter was grinning big and stealing glances at Randy,
whose penis was already pointing to the sky.  His, of course, was larger
than my boys' penises, maybe five inches and poking out of the foreskin.
He wasn't self conscious as he requested a cobra to be painted.  Randy
pointed to how he wanted the tail to start right above his pubis and the
coils around his belly with the head of the cobra over his right nipple.
Randy didn't need to be held, and he acted as if he didn't even know he had
an erection.

The painting here went quickly, and soon Randy's excitement subsided,
though his penis rose once more when Walter finished the job by painting
the tail extending right down to that glorious penis's base.  I kept my
eyes on my own boys.  Most of the time they just chatted amongst each other
and admired the art drying on Cale and Peter.  But when Randy's penis
saluted the boys were definitely aware, and the whispering became more
furtive and intense.  I nudged John at one point.

"John, I do believe my boys are admiring Randy there - they certainly are a
bit excited too!"

"Oh, I noticed, Sean.  I'm not sure whether it is that they haven't seen
another boy erect, or a bigger boy.  I noticed your boys are curious,
though."

"Maybe they just like the look of an erection with a deep tan.  After all,
Cale, Peter and Sasha are pretty pale, and anyone is pale next to Randy."
We both giggled a bit.

We went on like that for a while until it was Sasha's turn.  It was my turn
as well, as someone had to hold him and all the other boys had the art on
their bodies to protect.  I was hoping with all my heart that our little
session in the water earlier would keep my little horndog Sasha from having
an orgasm during the painting session.

I moved behind him prepared to hold my littlest one and remarked, "so,
Sasha, tell Walter what you want painted."

"I want a Pokemon!"

Walter looked startled.  "Well, the only Pokemon I know how to do is
Pikachu.  Will that do?"

"Yeah!  Pikachu is Cool!"

"Will the yellow show up well on his skin, Walter?  Sasha doesn't really
have much of a tan, you know."  I said this because I didn't want Sahsa to
be disappointed at all.

"There won't be a problem, Sean.  You'd be surprised how well the yellow
shows up."  Walter said this as he sketched Pikachu with a marker across
Sasha's chest and then went to work.

I had Sasha locked from behind and he looked down at himself and Walter
working away.  He was excited, after all, his nipples as erect as his
penis, but I got lucky, as Walter's sketch didn't go near Sasha's penis.  I
figured we might make it through this without embarrassment after all.

And it did go smoothly.  Sasha's little penis even started going down a bit
by the end.  Walter stared at it, though, with a hunger at times, and also
with a kind eye.  Then there was our moment as Walter touched up his work
around Sasha's left nipple.  The little penis rose again and Sasha gasped.
Walter had a tough time and kept dabbing at Sasha's nipple.  Thirty eyes
snapped onto his penis as a few drips of yellow paint found their mark at
the head of Sasha's penis.  Sasha shuddered twice in a small little orgasm
and it was all I could do to keep my own penis soft.  I was in awe and
taken by surprise, never imagining that his passion could rise so quickly.
He was my little wonder.

I picked Sasha up and tickled him a bit to distract the crowd, but there
was no doubt that everyone saw what happened.  Cale's mouth was hanging
open, for instance.  John spoke up to distract them as well.

"Hey guys, let's go parade you guys on the beach and let you show off, then
you can build another sand castle.  Oh, and thanks a lot, Walter!  You did
a great job as usual!"

"It was no chore, John, you and Sean have some very handsome and
well-behaved boys there.  It was a pleasure."  Little did he know!

We proceeded to parade on the beach, and then we waded out and paraded on
the sand bar.  The boys were strutting, and they knew, I think, that a lot
of guys, especially at the gay end of the beach, were watching them with
appreciation.  Even Randy was strutting, and I was fairly sure he hadn't
the sexual experience that my boys had.

"Did you notice all the guys looking at our boys, Sean?"  John was going to
continue our conversation from before.

"Yeah, John, I was looking, and it wasn't just at the gay end of the beach.
I saw a guy sitting next to his wife practically licking his lips while
looking at our boys, though I think he was looking at Randy mostly."

"Sean, you just don't know!  While naturists define themselves as
presenting nudity as nonsexual, there is a lot of sublimation going on.
They appreciate the sexual body, and yes, even of boys.  There are men and
women both perving on our boys here.  The thing is, though, that they are
all under control.  They only look.  They don't touch, so that's ok.  And
keep in mind, I know that bringing my boy up in this environment is good
for him.  He will never think that nudity means sex.  Though he certainly
is sexual."

"You give lots to think about there, John.  What about Walter?  I mean, he
was perving big time!  And he touched Sasha and I'm sure he knew that would
get Sasha off.  Admittedly, Sasha is very sensitive.  But I'm sure Walter
knew that just the touch of the brush on the nipple would set my little
Sasha off!"

"Yeah, but you know, Sean, who wouldn't just glow with wonder watching a
boy get off?  I mean, he's a beautiful boy and his orgasm looked almost
miraculous.  In a perfect world I think that looking at that shouldn't be
so shameful.  Of course you could argue that it was almost an accident
there, but looking at Sasha it looked like it must have been the first time
for him."

"I'll agree with you that it looked wonderful.  Frankly, it was all I could
do not to join him.  He was bucking against me pretty good."

We looked at each other and John said, "I've been there."  And that was
all.  We then both focused on our three boys as they paraded along the sand
bar, proud as could be, though Peter seemed to be lagging a little.  And
just then he turned around and walked up to John and I and grabbed me and
dragged me to the side and I leaned down so he could whisper in my ear.

"Uncle Sean, I need to go to the bathroom!"

I leaned into his ear and whispered back.  "Well, just go out in the ocean,
Peter!"

He pulled my head down, grabbing my hair, and whispered urgently.  "No!  I
gotta take a crap!"

"Oh, well, let's go back to the towels.  John, can you watch these boys for
a bit - Peter and I have to go out and talk."

"Sure Sean.  Take all the time you need.  I might let the boys bury me in
the sand or something."

I winked at John and grabbed Peter's hand and we walked off to the towels.

"Are you in too bad of shape, Peter, or can you hold it until we get to the
public restrooms."

Peter looked up at me.  He was biting his lip a bit, but he answered.  "I
can hold it, Uncle Sean.  But can we hurry?"

"OK, but you have to put shorts on, because the restrooms are back at the
road and that isn't a nudist area.  Grab them now and we'll dress while we
walk over there, OK?"

We got our shorts and weaved in and out of the blankets, almost tripping
over naked people at times.  We stopped just short of the sign that said
"Beyond This Point you will see Nude People" and pulled on our shorts.
After being naked for several hours, it was a bit odd to have our shorts
chafing between our legs and Peter was walking a little funny.

"Peter, are you walking funny because you really need to go?"

"Well, yeah I do, but also it's weird to be wearing shorts with no
underwear on!  It's rubbing against my dick and you know what that means!"
He looked up at me when he said it and grinned big.

"Well, at least you're enjoying it, Peter, and it probably takes your mind
off having to go to the bathroom too!"  I tousled his hair and we continued
to trudge through the sand until we came to the shower and changing rooms
by the road.

When we got there we entered the men's dressing room area and took the left
hand path towards the toilets.  I stood there to let Peter go ahead and get
in a stall.  There was nobody else around, and while I wanted him to have
privacy, I also wanted to stick around and make sure everything was OK.

"I'll wait here, Peter."

Peter stopped in his tracks and looked back at me.  "No, you come in too!"

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward.  I guess he wasn't used to being
alone in a public place.  Then Peter grabbed my hand and dragged me into
the furthest of the four stalls.  All that went through my mind was what
someone might think if they saw two pair of feet in the stall.

I closed the door and latched it and hoped fervently that nobody would come
in.  Still, nobody came to the beach this late, usually.  It was 4:30 or
so.  And people usually didn't leave until 6:00 or so, when we would be
leaving.  I turned around and Peter had slipped his shorts down and was
sitting down on the toilet, his shorts around his ankles and his little
penis hard.  He then reached out and grabbed the hem of my shorts and
pulled me closer.

As I moved forward I asked, "Are you going to be OK, honey?  Does your
stomach hurt or something?"

"Yeah, I'll be OK, Uncle Sean!  I just wanted something to hang onto!"
With that Peter slid his hand up my shorts and wrapped his fingers around
my penis.  I stifled a gasp as he looked up at me with a grin.  Then his
lips tightened as his bowels moved.

The situation seemed ridiculous but somehow very sexy to me.  Peter was
shitting in front of me, his face screwed up in concentration and the air
taking on a fetid odor.  At the same time, he was stroking my penis to
erection.  Then he placed his other hand on my zipper and proceeded to free
my penis from its confines.  It stuck out insistently as Peter pulled me
even closer.

I whispered fervently, afraid of getting caught in the restroom like this.
"Peter!  What are you doing!"  And then I heard the slap of sandals at the
outside door.

Peter quickly bent my penis down, opened his mouth wide, and sucked the
head in, tonguing me.  He'd finished his business on the toilet, and I
clapped one hand over my mouth and gave him a warning look.

He did not stop as we listened to the sandals go into the changing room
area, thankfully away from us.  Instead he began to slide his fingers up
and down my penis while continuing to tongue the head of my penis.  The
stimulation was extreme, and it was clear to me that Peter was not going to
stop.  The danger of getting caught did not wilt my penis, but rather made
me harder.  I felt as if I might go from erection to ejaculation in record
time.  Peter continued his actions, and I looked down to see his eyes
looking up to mine.  Our eyes locked.

As I felt my orgasm build I gazed into Peter's eyes, but also thought of
Sasha's miracle orgasm from earlier, caused by a mere touch of an errant
paintbrush.  As my mind wandered to that earlier moment Peter licked in
small strokes right under my urethra in a quick pace, attempting to match
the pace with his hand on my shaft.  I could not hold back.  I leaned my
head back, bit on my lips and released my sperm into his mouth, my penis
jerking for what seemed like five minutes, though I'm sure is was just
moments.  Peter just swallowed, and when I jerked the sensitive
post-orgasmic organ from his lips, he smiled big.

"I'm done now, Uncle Sean, but there's no toilet paper in here.  Can you go
to the next stall and get me some?"

I zipped up and staggered away.  I wanted to talk to him about the dangers
of getting caught, or of how he should ask next time, or something, but I
was speechless as I went to the next stall, unrolled some tissue and
brought it back to his.  He wiped himself, flushed the toilet, and got up.

"OK, let's go back to the beach!  I'm sure the other guys are going to be
waiting for us Uncle Sean!"

As we strolled out I chose my words carefully.  I would get the chance for
a bit of private talk as we strode through the 200 yards of sand to the
beach.  I didn't want to scold him.  After all, I had just received what he
likely thought was a special gift.  But we had to get it straight about
risky behavior.

"Peter, listen to me for a moment.  Thanks for that, OK?  It was very nice,
and I guess I owe you one.  But you shouldn't have done that there.  That
place was much too public, and if we'd been caught the police would put me
in jail!"  I rubbed his head a bit as we walked side by side.  "I want to
take care of you forever, so we can't do risky stuff like that ever, OK?"

Peter looked a bit down at the mouth as he responded.  "I understand, Uncle
Sean.  I didn't really plan to do that until I pulled you closer.  It just
seemed like fun then.  I don't know why!"

"Well, Peter, it was very fun for me, but I'm almost shaking now because of
how dangerous it was.  Doing that there could have hurt all four of us very
bad.  Promise me you won't do something that risky again?"

"I promise, Uncle Sean.  But can I ask you a question?"  Peter was
blushing, the freckles that I'd hardly noticed before stood out more on his
face during his blush.

"Go ahead Peter.  I mean, sure, ask anything.  You should know by now that
you can ask me anything, honey!  What do you want?"  I had crouched down by
then to face him, just inches away, and I stroked him on the back of the
neck.

"Um, Uncle Sean, can I sleep with you tonight?"  He almost stuttered as he
said it.

""Of course you can, Peter!  You guys have been sleeping with me every
night, and we'll all be in the same room anyways."  It was an odd question
and I was puzzled.  What was he getting at?

"Uncle Sean, I mean, er, I want you to put it in my butt."  He hung his
head when he said it, and he was trembling a little.  I gathered him in and
lifted Peter in my arms and kissed him on his neck, then let him down
again.

"Peter, we'll do that, but I told you before you really have to be ready
for it.  If I don't think we can do it without hurting you, then we just
won't do it, OK?  Promise you won't be disappointed?"  I guess in my own
mind I'd resigned myself to making love to all the boys, though for Sasha
it was going to wait for a long time if I had any say.  "But Peter, are you
saying you want to do it even with the other boys right there in the room?"

"Well, I figured we could get Cale to help.  And Sasha knows I want to.
And we already are doing stuff in front of each other, so I don't mind.  I
mean, I liked all the stuff we did last night."  Peter wasn't as shy now,
and almost grinned up at me.

"OK, Peter, then it's a deal.  I guess I'll have to get something for
lubrication - you know, to make you all slippery back there.  We'll do that
before we go to dinner.  Which reminds me, it's about 5:00, and we're going
to have to go soon!  You'll want to play a little more.  Let's get going!"
I tried to turn him and walk towards the beach by twisting him with my hand
on the top of his head, but Peter resisted.

"No we don't, Uncle Sean!  We don't have to get anything at the store!
Cale put a little bottle of olive oil in our suitcase."  He was grinning
now.

"Peter, do you mean to tell me you boys have been plotting behind my back!"
I said this almost as if I was angry.

"Umm, yeah."  Peter's face sank a little as he realized he'd spilled the
beans.  "Er, we would have told you soon.  I mean, I just did, didn't I?"

"Peter?"  I crouched down again and held him by his sides.  "Did you suck
on my dick in there as a way of buttering me up?  Did Cale tell you to do
that or something?"  I didn't like the thought of that, that the boys might
be thinking they were trading sex in return for getting something they
wanted.  That wasn't what this was about for me and I didn't want the boys
going there.  They should be doing this for love, or just for fun.  I
absolutely didn't want the notion of sex as a sort of bargaining chip going
through their minds.

"No, Uncle Sean, I didn't think of that until the last moment!  Really!  I
mean, I remembered how fun it was and how much you liked being sucked, but
I didn't do it just so you'd say yes!  Really I didn't.  I just did it
because I wanted to!"  Peter was almost pleading with me, as if he knew how
I would feel if sex was a transaction in the household.  I rubbed his head
to reassure him, and then I kissed him on the cheek.

"OK, Peter!  Maybe we'll talk some later, all three of us.  In the
meantime, let's go for one last trip into the surf with your brothers, OK?"
I successfully turned him towards the towels and stood up and we started
walking to the shore.  Then I felt something and Peter had reached up to
grab my hand.  I looked down and he looked up at me, a grin and a bit of a
blush on his face.  He normally was not one to hold hands.  We finished the
walk contentedly, stopping only to take off our shorts once we'd crossed
the imaginary line separating the nude from the textile part of the beach.

As we neared the surf we saw Cale and Randy and Sasha were indeed burying
John in the sand.  Not only that, but they were to the point where they
were sculpting the sand to look like him - a body that was supposed to
represent him.  Cale was working on his right arm, and Randy was working on
the feet.  Sasha had evidently been assigned to bring water to keep wetting
down the sculpture.

Peter handed me his shorts and went running ahead and started jabbering
with the other boys nonstop.  I shook my head at such a change that could
come over a boy, from sexual dynamo to playful monkey in short order.

"Hey, John, looks like they've got you trapped!"  I said as I strolled up
to the group.

"Ah, Sean, you ought to join me!  The sand is quite cool you know!  And I'm
only trapped until the high tide, which is only an hour away from now."  My
boys looked up at this statement, not having the concept of tides ingrained
in them like Randy the beach veteran had.

Cale said, "You mean all our work is for nothing?"

"No," John answered him, "Randy will get the digital camera out and take a
picture, and we'll email a copy to you guys.  Sean, make sure you give me
your email address, OK?"

"Well, if we're coming to your place tomorrow night, John, then I can give
it to you then.  Remember, we're staying at the Molly Pitcher in Red Bank -
give us a call tonight and we'll arrange the visit."  It was odd talking to
a guy's head sticking up out of the sand, but I guess no more odd that the
fact that he had four painted naked boys swarming around him sculpting the
likeness of his body in the sand.  Peter had decided to finish the other
foot and Randy was sculpting a penis - it was obvious what he was going to
do with the seaweed.

"I forgot to tell you, Sean.  Linda is going up to Hoboken to see her
mother, so it will just be us boys tomorrow.  She got a call on our cell
phone a bit ago.  I figure maybe we can go do some miniature gold or
something during the day and then play by the pool all afternoon until we
have a Barbeque for dinner.  That is, if you want to make a day of it."

"What do you think, boys, do you want to spend the day with John and Randy
tomorrow?"  All three of the boys looked up at me and nodded.

"Well, John, it looks like it's unanimous.  Tell you what, we'll plan on
stopping by at about 11:30 or so.  Our car isn't big enough for everyone,
but I'll treat for lunch and then we can work it off on the miniature golf
course.  Sound good?"

"Sure!  Actually, Randy and I should meet you guys at the hotel.  Our place
is hard to find, and if we meet you we can also show you where the
miniature gold course is."

"I know where it is, John.  The one near here in Sea Girt, right?  In fact,
it's right next to that Portugese seafood restaurant.  Hope everyone likes
seafood, because I think that would be a great place for lunch."  I wasn't
focusing on John's face while talking.  Randy was bent over at some task or
other and his bare well-tanned butt was pointing right at me.  I marveled
again at how he could be tanned all the way in that crack, the skin as dark
there as on his scrotum.  He was beautiful, though in a different was than
my boys.  He was more defined, more muscular and bigger between the legs as
well.  I smiled, realizing at once that my boys would grow stronger some
day as well, even more beautiful, and I was well pleased by the fact.

Randy looked back at me when I mentioned seafood, a grin on his face more
like Peter's sly sexy grin back at the restrooms than like a boy interested
in a meal.  I was shocked back to reality a bit.  I didn't want to be
caught admiring the boy too much, even given the conversation John and I
had earlier.

"Sean, I like seafood a lot!  They have raw oysters there.  My Dad and I go
there when my Mom's out of town, because she's allergic to seafood.
Seafood sounds great."  I couldn't help but notice that Randy's penis was
reacting just a touch.

"Well, Randy, you may have to help my boys learn to eat oysters.  But they
know that they have to try new things.  That's a rule around our house,
right boys?"  I wanted to redirect the focus there.  I was likely imagining
it, but it seemed that when Randy mentioned oysters he winked at me.

"Huh?" was the answer from the boys.  They were too intent on their
sculpting tasks and hadn't heard a thing.  I looked and they were all
covered with sand, the paintings on their chests already being rubbed off
by their labor and horsing around.

"We're eating seafood tomorrow, boys!  With Randy and John.  Cale, they'll
probably have calamari, too, but it won't be fixed the same way.  So, Peter
and Sasha, you'll have some more food to try that you haven't had before.
Like those pepperoni's you liked so much, Sasha!"  I winked at him and then
continued.  "You guys get to try raw oysters!"

Cale poked Sasha and mumbled something, but the only word I understood was
pepperoni.  Sasha blushed, and that's when I noticed that his face now
matched the slight glow of his butt.  The boys were starting to sunburn.
It was time to leave, and in a hurry, or all the aloe in the world wouldn't
make them comfortable.

"John, we're going to have to go, I'm afraid.  I just noticed that my
Sasha's butt is starting to glow, and no amount of sunscreen will help more
than me getting him in a cold shower and putting some aloe on him.  We're
going to pack up pretty quick here.  Boys, all three of you, we're going to
go right now!  Snap to it!  Get in the water and get rinsed off!  I'm right
behind you."  I got a little grumbling from them, but these three generally
obeyed quickly.  In fact, I thought I'd like a little more rebellion.

I walked up and put Peter's and my shorts on our towels and ran down after
the boys and we rinsed off in the surf beyond the sand bar, which was
submerged a foot or so by then.  The boys scrubbed a bit at the paint and a
lot of it came off.  I'd have them have a shower later to get the rest of
it off, and then I'd coat each of them with aloe.  The first priority was
to get them out of the sun.

When we got out of the water we said goodbye to John and Randy the boys all
hugged Randy and I noticed that the boys hands were all over each other.  I
shook Randy's hand and said goodbye to a still-trapped John, then turned
around to notice that my boys, at least, had enjoyed the hugs enough to
have gotten half hard.  We'd take care of that with hard labor carrying the
things back to the car.

We got to the blankets and I got the boys dressed first.  Then we packed
and said goodbye to Linda as well, interrupting her reading, and we made
the long walk back to the car.

After a very long day at the beach, the boys were chattering up a storm by
the time we were all loaded and heading down the road.

"Uncle Sean," Cale said.  "Are we going straight to the hotel?"

"Yeah, Cale, and you boys are going to take separate showers and then
you're going to line up before me while I coat you from head to toe in
aloe.  I'm guessing all three of you are going to have a little bit of
sunburn and I want to take care of it as quick as possible."

"And then are we going to dinner?"  Sasha asked.  "I'm hungry!"

"Sure Sasha, what do you want to eat?"

"Pizza!"  It was a chorus of three.

"OK, boys, OK!"  I couldn't help but laugh.  "But be warned right now, boys
- we're going to have salads too.  We eat healthy around the Martin house,
right Cale?"

I got a nod from Cale, and then it was silence for the rest of the way back
to the hotel except for the boys singing along to the radio.  I thought to
myself that caring for these boys was a wonderful thing, but that I'd
definitely have to get them voice training.  Actually, visions of spreading
aloe on their bodies were starting to invade my consciousness by the time
we arrived, and I was hard.

"What were you thinking about, Uncle Sean?"  Sasha, sitting next to me,
noticed the bulge in my pants and reached over and grabbed it just as I
turned off the car.  I returned the compliment.

"This, Sasha!"  I said as I grabbed his crotch and then moved my hand up
and tickled him in the tummy.  "Come on, guys, we don't really have time to
fool around or we'll never get to bed tonight!  Peter and Cale, you guys
get the stuff ready by the car and Sasha and I will go in and register for
our room."

Cale and I went in, and we found that the Molly Pitcher had a couple rooms
available that had sliding doors giving off to the pool and a jacuzzi right
in the room.  We took them with no argument.  Then we headed back to the
car, picked up our luggage and cooler and went into the hotel room.

When we got there the boys dropped the luggage and swarmed over the hot
tub.

"Boys, time for showers!  Sasha, you're first, and make it a cold shower
even if you shiver, and use soap and get all the remaining sand off, OK?"
Sasha obeyed quickly and ran to the shower and I turned on the lights.

"Now, you two, get undressed and let me see how bad these sunburns are."  I
stripped down too, because I was going to need a quick shower myself, and I
might just have a bit of sunburn as well.  Then I sat on the bed.

"Peter, you first, come stand in front of me."  He did so and I eyed his
chest, which still had a lot of paint on it.  He wasn't burnt there.  I
tickled him a bit and then looked lower.  I was thankful he hadn't been
burned on the front, though his upper thighs were a little red.  I pressed
my finger into his flesh and it showed white while all around went a bit
pink.

"Turn around, Peter, doesn't look too bad so far!"

I looked up and noticed a little burn on his shoulders.  And then I poked
along his back and he rewarded me with giggles.

"See, Cale, this is the way to tell if there is sunburn.  See how the skin
looks when I poke it up here?  Then how it looks when I poke it down here?"
I poked further down Peter's back where there was no sunburn to
demonstrate.

"Cool Uncle Sean, can I do it on you?  I know what I want to poke with,
too!"  I looked over and the boy was hard as a rock.

"Cale, you poke someone with that and you might hurt them!"  Peter giggled
as I moved to poking his butt.  The worst burn was there, but it was still
relatively mild.  I was going to have to resist slapping their butts for a
couple days, but it looked like we'd left the beach on time.

"OK, Cale, Peter looks like he's going to live.  You get over here now."
At that point the shower turned off and in walked a wet and shivering Sasha
wrapped in a towel.

"Get fully dry, Sasha, believe me, if you've got a little sunburn you'll
get warm pretty quick."  He looked cute as he started to dry off with the
white towel, no longer the very pale and skinny boy we'd met just a couple
days before.  A day in the sun and a few good meals had done wonders.

Cale's sunburn was a bit worse than Peter's.  I hoped fervently that he
didn't have any on his penis.  If so, there would be no sucking in the room
this evening.  But I guessed his penis was going to be fine, given that it
was pointing towards the ceiling.  I gave it a little yank before telling
him to turn around and he jumped and grinned.

"I'll give yours a pull later, Uncle Sean!"  He wiggled his butt as he
looked over his shoulder at me.  A mildly burned butt if my guess was
right, but then I checked and found it was worse than that.  Cale was going
to be uncomfortable tonight.

"Cale, get in the shower right now with Peter!  You need to let the cold
water run over your butt as long as you can take it - all cold, remember
what I said?  That should take care of that boner of yours too!"  I stopped
myself just before swatting his butt.  I was really going to miss swatting
butts for a couple days.  Cale scampered to the bathroom and I heard him
pull the shower and Peter's voice greeting him through his shivers.

I reached down to the bag next to the bed only to notice that I had an
erection.  How had that happened?  Well, erections tended to be contagious
around here.

"Come on over, Sasha, and we'll get you covered with aloe, honey.  It's
like medicine and it'll make it so you don't burn."  He came over and shot
my "erection contagion" theory all to hell.  The cold water in the shower
had shrunk his penis to a little nubbin no bigger than the tip of my
finger, and his testicles had retreated so that I could scarcely see them.
"Turn around and I'll do your back first."

I slathered the aloe liberally, and Sasha winced at first as I passed my
hands over his shoulders.  He was burnt up there pretty good, but soon the
soothing effects of the aloe calmed him, and he moved his body back against
my hands as I spread the gel.  I paid particular attention to the cheeks of
his butt, circling my hands on them probably more than I should, and he
pressed harder back at me.  I didn't have time for another Sasha orgasm if
we were to get to sleep at any kind of reasonable hour, so I left off with
his cute tush and finished his legs.

"Turn around now, honey."  It didn't surprise me at all when he turned
around that he not only had an erection, but that he tried to rub it
against my hand.  "Well, Sasha, it looks like you've warmed up down here
from your cold shower."  I put my finger under his chin and tilted it up
and kissed him on the lips softly.  "No funny business for now, honey.  We
have to get to dinner.  You're the one who said he was hungry, after all.
If you're good I'll let you guys go swimming later, though!"

He nodded a few times and I proceeded to spread the aloe on his body,
working efficiently, if not quickly.  It is very hard to ignore the body of
an angel -- it was as hard for me as forgetting to breath.  And I was
beginning to think I wouldn't make it through all three boys before my own
penis exploded.  There was no other stimulation other than Sasha's ribs
under my fingers and my eyes locked to his, but that was enough to keep my
erection burning.

I slid my hands further down, spreading the gel over his lower bell and
down to right above his pubis, then spread out around his sides and ignored
his penis and trailed down and spread the aloe on his thighs.  Sasha's eyes
grew wide and they broke contact with mine as he looked down.

"Aren't you going to get my dick?"  He'd been practically panting in
anticipation.

"Not yet, Sasha!  I was afraid you'd cum for me right there and then
collapse on the floor!"  He just panted in response, and then he put his
hands on my shoulders while I leaned over to get his lower legs.  This put
me right in front of his penis, the lovely morsel sticking out and reaching
for my lips.  I could not resist.

The moment I finished the tops of his feet I then slipped my hands quickly
up the back of Sasha's legs, grabbed one cheek in each hand, and pulled
Sasha forward into my open mouth.  I was rewarded with a gasp.  And Sasha's
two hands nearly tore into my shoulders.  I held on, though, and cupped my
tongue around his little shaft and started to slide my head back to
concentrate on the tip when Sasha moved his hands onto my head and slammed
his pelvis into me, practically forcing his balls into my mouth.  He gasped
louder.  .

I pulled off him forcefully, sucking him hard until I reached the head of
his penis, and then I slid back down, swirling my tongue now, relieving the
pressure I'd surely built with the hard suction.  Sasha's hands crept into
my hair, grabbing it as he made high-pitched mewling sounds, music to my
ears.  I started back up again, sucking hard once again, and it was tough,
as Sasha gripped my hair harder and continued to try to bury his dick in my
mouth.  His high-pitched moans got louder, then muffled as either Peter or
Cale had evidently covered Sasha's mouth.  It surprised him, but when I got
to the end of his little dick I swirled it in my mouth and this time
Sasha's bucking signaled the end.  He wasn't merely wanting me to suck him
whole, but was thrusting in and out against my lips, which were providing
such friction that I could hear him whimper behind the hand which covered
his mouth and hear his breath straining and puffing through his nose.
Twice and three times he thrust it at me, and then a fourth time.  Suddenly
he whipped his dick clear of my mouth and I looked up just in time to see
Peter and Cale lower Sasha slowly to the carpet.

They looked up at me in awe.

"Uncle Sean, that was even better than he did it last night!  I thought he
was going to faint, but he's still awake."  Peter looked back to his
brother to make sure.

"Yeah, Uncle Sean, and you know something?  You're staining the carpet!"
Cale started to giggle, and Peter joined in.

I was clueless as to what he meant, and then he pointed to my crotch.  I
looked down and there was a string of pre-cum leading from my own penis to
the carpet.

"Well, you guys must have thought it was exciting too!  You're each
saluting down there.  Tell you what, I've got to get a shower, too, boys -
you can spread the aloe on each other.  Just, if you're going to get off
like Sasha did, make it quick - Sasha is going to be very hungry, and I'm
getting hungry as well."  I stood up quickly and headed towards the door to
the bathroom when I heard a scuffle.

"Let me get that for you Uncle Sean!"  Cale reached a hand around me, and
before I'd fully turned around he had his hand on my penis and he dipped
his head and swallowed the head, slurping my penis clean.  He moved back
then and said, "OK, you can get your shower now!"

I stood stunned, like a pleasure fairy had struck me with it's wand and
then backed away.

"Cale, that's no fair, I wanted to do that!"  Peter looked perturbed.

"Peter, you got yours earlier, and you're getting it later, so I just
wanted a little!"  He stalked over and grabbed the aloe and squirted some
in his palm and ordered Peter about.  I sighed and walked in and turned on
the shower.  Then it occurred to me that I hadn't even given Sasha a hug,
but had just ravished him.  I stepped back out and was faced with Peter and
Cale wrestling on the bed.  They were wrestling themselves into a 69
position.

"Boys, come on and spread that aloe - playing comes if you have time
after!"  Then I bent down and picked up Sasha and hugged him tight, his
legs wrapping around me instinctively.  I whispered to him.  "I'm sorry,
Sasha!  I didn't even give you a hug.  Here's what I want you to do honey.
While I'm in the shower I want you to dress and be all ready to go.  I know
you're going to be very hungry.  Can you do that?"

Sasha nodded.  "Thanks Uncle Sean!  That was a good one, and you really
surprised me!  I'll get dressed real fast!"

I gave him another hug and a kiss on the neck and sat Sasha on the bed.  It
was good to see he hadn't gone to sleep like he usually does.  Two orgasms
already today was a lot for such an intense boy like him.

I turned and Cale and Peter had stopped wrestling and Cale was spreading
the aloe down Peter's chest.  "I'll be out in ten minutes, boys!  Guys,
make sure to cover everything that was exposed to the sun and you probably
won't feel the sunburn much at all later, OK?  And Peter, put a little
extra on Cale's butt since it was more burned than yours."  I walked back
in the bathroom.

And I was exhausted.  Unlike the boys, I had a fairly good tan, so didn't
need to take a cold shower.  Still, I'd gotten a lot of sun and the shower
felt good.  I went mindless under the water for five full minutes, then
picked up the bar of soap and lathered up.  It was only then that it
occurred to me.  I'd told the boys to coat every space that was exposed to
the sun, and I was certain they'd obey me.  I was also certain that they'd
try to suck each other afterwards, probably at the same time so they could
get it done before I got out of the shower.  Aloe does not taste good.  It
tastes evil, in fact.  It looked like I'd had something to tease them with
again.

I finished rinsing and stepped out of the shower to hear choking from the
other room and hear Sasha giggling like mad.  He was taking this as a
practical joke, I guess.  As I dried myself I heard the scampering of feet
and Peter and Cale came in the room, anxious to get to the sink with their
toothbrushes and toothpaste.

"You boys are brushing your teeth BEFORE dinner?"  I couldn't help teasing
them.

"Gosh Uncle Sean, how can you stand that taste!  Yuck!  The stuff should be
called 'awfuloe'!"  Peter made a face at me and grabbed the toothpaste from
Cale, who already had his brush in his mouth.

"You didn't eat the stuff did you, Peter?  Cale?  Dinner is soon, you know,
surely you could have waited!"  I wanted really tease them, but Sasha
turned the corner just then

"Boy, Peter and Cale, that stuff really must taste bad!  Look, your dicks
are little again!"  He giggled and I looked at him, all neatly dressed in
shorts and a nice T-Shirt.  "You know, Uncle Sean didn't put any on mine!
Mine must taste better - doesn't even need mustard or catsup!"  I wasn't
sure I understood that joke completely, but Sasha was showing himself to be
an expert at teasing as well, and he was about to fall down from giggling.

"OK, guys," I said as I moved out of the bathroom.  "When you get done
there it's time to get dressed.  Sorry I didn't warn you.  Come on Sasha,
no more teasing, OK?"  I guided him out of the room and set to work getting
dressed into shorts and a shirt.  It didn't take long, but at one point, as
I was leaning over tying my shoes my stomach growled loudly, and Peter and
Cale looked up from their dressing near the other bed with startled looks.

Sasha, who was beside me, spoke up, astonished.  "Uncle Sean?  Does that
mean you're hungry?"

"Absolutely!  Let's get out of here, boys, and get a dinner in us.  I'm
starving!"

Cale and Peter slipped into their sandals and we were off.  It was only a
two block walk, and it was hot out.  But we got to the restaurant at 7:45,
and only had to wait in line for 15 minutes before we got a table.  The
boys spent the fifteen minutes shyly avoiding a girl who was flirting with
them.  They were horny as hell just minutes before, and now had the typical
prepubescent aversion to girls.

When the waitress came by I ordered for the boys.  One big pizza to split
with mushrooms and pepperoni (that got a giggle) and a side salad for each
of us.  It took a bit for Peter and Sasha to decide on dressings, so I
trumped them and ordered Italian so the waitress could get our orders.  I
also told her we were starving and asked if she could hurry the salads.

It didn't take long, and it was clear the boys were starving too.  We
finished the salads and then the pizza with hardly any words.  I tipped the
waitress fully twice the normal and we left, three stuffed boys and a
stuffed Uncle.  And then it occurred to me.  Peter was expecting a stuffing
tonight, and it was already 8:45, and I was exhausted.  It would be 9:00 by
the time we got to the hotel room.  I guess I'd just play it out.

"Boys, we have a choice.  We can crawl in to the room and go to bed, or we
can take a dip in the pool first - The aloe has done its work so you might
want to take a dip and get it off.  It can be a little sticky.  What do you
say, guys?"

It wasn't a contest.  While I was feeling tired, the boys were all for
going to the pool, so we went back to the room, changed into our suits, and
stepped out through the sliding doors to the pool.  There was only a woman
with a three-year old girl in the pool at the time, so the boys could have
all the fun they wanted.

"Boys, I have to tell you that I'm a bit tired.  I'm going to take a dip in
the pool for a minute, but then I'm going to rest.  You guys have fun
though, OK?  And then afterwards we're going to bed.  Come on, now!  On the
count of three we'll jump in!  One, two. . . "  I jumped in on two and swam
to the other side, then as the boys came chasing across the surface of the
pool after me I did a speed turn and dove down under them, surfaced on the
other side and got out.  I looked back at them fumbling to figure out where
I was while I dried off, then I sat in the chair.

"Boys, go on and play!  I'll be up here watching, but like I said earlier,
I need a rest.  Go ahead!"  It was like they were fixating on me -- like my
little horndogs wanted my big dick and couldn't make do with playing with
each other.  It bothered me a lot, because that indicated to me that the
boys were clinging to me and to sex at the same time, as if the sex was as
much a salvation in their lives as was the fact that I was taking care of
them.  I decided then and there that if we were to go forward with the
sexual part of this complicated quartet, then these boys would have to have
fun with each other just as much as with me, that it would be a mutual
group hug rather than each of them focusing on me.  I wasn't at all sure
how I'd accomplish this, but I was determined.

And I wasn't discouraged, because it was clear that they did like to play
with each other.  Yeah, Peter was focused right now on my penis up his
butt, but he was excited about Cale's body, and even about his brother's.
Still, it felt like they were clinging to me partly because I was taking
care of them, and that was OK, and partly because I had a bigger dick than
they had and was willing to let them play with it.  I needed to wean them
from me somewhat.  But a big part of me still wanted to play with theirs,
to bring them to the peak, and with Sasha to bring him off better and
better each time.

As I thought that lovely thought, there at 8:30 in the evening, I fell
asleep with a smile on my face.  I didn't dream, but just drifted off.

I must have been asleep for only a half hour when I felt a dripping on my
chest.  I opened my eyes to find I was surrounded by boys.  Three dripping
boys, all shivering slightly in the night air were leaning over me to get
me wet.

"Get up, Uncle Sean!  It's time for bed!"  Peter then shook his head and
sprayed water all the time.

I got up and the boys backed off.  "How long was I asleep, buys?  What time
is it?

"You guys haven't seen this before!  It's 'Sleepy Uncle Sean'!  He acts
really funny until he wakes up!"  I looked at Cale and snarled.

"I'm still big enough to take you over my knee, Mr. Cale!  And I'm sure it
won't feel good on a naked sunburned butt!"  I shook my head a bit and then
spotted a clock which read 10:15.  It was very late if we were to have
another full day tomorrow.  "Come on, boys, it's time for bed.  Well past
bedtime, really.  How's the sunburn feeling?"

They all giggled and said they felt fine, but I'd check to see if their
skin was hot.  Also, it was clear that Sasha and Cale were tired, at least.
I was still faced with Peter and the promise, and I wasn't at all sure I
was up to it.  I was tired as well.

When we got in the room I pulled the curtain and turned.  "Guys, get your
teeth brushed and put your suits on the shower rod so they are dry for the
morning.  If we get up early enough we can play in the pool, or even in the
hot tub.  Let's snap to it.  It's bedtime!"

They hustled around, and by the time I'd taken off my suit there were three
boys huddled around the sink brushing teeth.  I joined them.

"Uncle Sean? Cale asked, "Are you still going do it with Peter?  You know,
the butt thing?"

I choked and spit toothpaste, dribbling some on Peter and Cale, the two
nearest me.  Then I tried to compose myself.

"Peter, did you let everyone on the beach know, or just your brothers?"  I
poked him in the ribs and at the same time checked out his backside for
burning.

"Well, I just had to tell somebody, Uncle Sean!  I had to tell these guys
because I was excited!"

I looked down.  He was not excited, and his voice didn't show excitement
either.  Or, rather, it showed excitement, but showed trepidation too.  He
wanted it - I believed that he was serious and earnest this afternoon, but
now faced with the imminent act he was a little worried.

"Uncle Sean, can Cale help?  Sasha, too if he wants.  I mean, I love
everyone here, and sometimes the sex stuff is fun but sometimes it is like
it makes us more of a family or something.  I want. . I don't know how to
say it!"  He was almost crying as I pulled him to me and leaned down and
kissed the top of his head.

"Cale and Sasha, do you want to help?"

I got smiles and giggles for a response.

"OK, has anyone figured out how we're going to do this?"  Cale beamed up at
me with a devilish grin.

"I got some plans, Uncle Sean!  You go in and get on the bed!  Sasha, you
too!  Peter and I will be there in a second."

I went into the bedroom and Sasha and I pulled the covers off one of the
queen-sized bed while Cale and Peter rummaged around in the baggage.

"Get in the bed, you two!"  So Sasha and I looked sheepishly at each other,
and then we got in on separate sides and lay down.

"Uncle Sean, what should we do now?"  It was not hard for me to decide.  I
lifted Sasha up so he was sitting on my belly.

"Sasha, do you know what they are plotting?"

"Yeah, Uncle Sean, Peter wants to put this in his butt!"  He grabbed my
soft penis, which immediately started to react.  I responded my tickling
him just a little, and while he giggled I poked him on the nose, then I
drew Sasha's head down and kissed him softly on the lips.

"You're not going to be jealous because Peter is the center of attention,
are you?"  I kissed him this time on the cheek, and at the same time felt
the other two boys climbing on the bed.

"Nope!  I mean, I liked it when you put your finger in there, but I don't
thing I could get that whole thing in my butt!  I bet it would hurt!  Is it
going to hurt Peter?"  He looked concerned for his brother, and I was ready
to answer him when I began to feel soft lips working on my hips near my
penis.  I looked around, and it was Peter on all fours kissing around my
crotch, with Cale behind him holding a bottle of olive oil.  I gasped a
little.

"It will probably hurt a little honey, at least at first, and Peter knows
that.  But he told me he really wanted to do it.  Even then, we won't do it
if it hurts too much!  Don't worry about your brother, honey."  I nibbled
his ears and felt his penis start to grow where it was jammed against my
stomach.

Peter was still busy, and he was planting a kiss on my balls when he gasped
and shifted.  I looked past Sasha's ear and saw and amazing sight.  Cale
was entering Peter from behind.  Surely he was only able to get the tip of
his penis in - it wasn't very long -- but he had his head back and it was
obvious that it must have felt very good for him.  And the gasps of Peter
told me that he was very pleased - his hot breath was bathing my balls and
my penis rose to full erection.

I needed to do something and not just sit here passively, so I pulled
Sasha's head to me with both hands and kissed him deeply, opening his mouth
and sliding my tongue in.  He met my tongue and moaned a little, and I
heard Cale moaning in the background, but I tried to keep my attention on
Sasha.  If I didn't, just thinking of one boy working on my own penis while
being fucked by the other was liable to send me over the edge.  I slipped
one hand from Sasha's head and ventured to reach between us and caress his
penis.

Sasha broke the kiss so he could shift and he lifted his hips in the air,
making his little spike of boy flesh available to my fingers.  I stroked
him and he came to me to continue our kissing.  The moans were getting
stronger at the other end of the bed.  Peter's lips were not sure, and they
shifted unexpectedly this way and that.  I assumed Cale was stroking hard
and fast and that was the cause.  Certainly the bedsprings were rocking
quickly.

Then Cale had his orgasm.  The rocking almost stopped, and he must have
leaned heavily on Peter, and his face crashed under Sasha's butt.  I broke
the kiss to see him staring at me with a smile on his face.

"Do you think that was a good way to warm up, Uncle Sean?"  Peter's grin
turned to giggles as he looked up at me past his brother's penis.

"I doubt you're loose enough with just Cale's little thing, Peter!  We're
going to have to work on that some more if you're going to fit mine in
you."

He winced at that, and I was puzzled, then he spoke.  "Uh, Cale's taking
care of that now with the end ...Uh.... of a ......Uh.....hairbrush!  Cale!
Push some more!"  Sasha's eyes had grown wide at this turn of events and he
shuffled around until he was facing backward, his butt practically in my
face.  Like Pavlov's dog I salivated at the sight of his cute butt, no
longer concerned with the penetration of Peter by Cale.

I pulled Sasha too me, and parted his cheeks and started to kiss down the
seam of his hairless butt, nuzzling in the smell of boy and chlorine, a
combination I was well used to.  Sasha started and flinched at first, then
settled back almost too quickly until he pressed himself to my lips,
forcing me towards his hole.  I let out my tongue and obliged, licking down

Meanwhile, between gasps Peter was sucking on my balls one at a time.  I
probed Sasha's butthole with my tongue and he shuddered, and I reached
around at the same time and started to caress his little penis.

"Oooh!  Uncle Sean that's great!"  I tongued him harder and he responded
further.  "Uh, uh!"

Sasha, you're going to have to be quiet because people in the next room
might here."  Cale knew the score and he was in charge, or so it seemed.
"Put your hand over your mouth."

I was losing my concentration.  There was just too much going on.  If it
were just one boy to pay attention to, or two, then it might be manageable,
but three was definitely an overload.  I decided to put this little one on
my face out of commission.  With that decision I began to stroke him with
my tongue up and across his hole, pressing hard as I crossed it.  With the
same rhythm I pulled on his little dick, pulling hard at the end of each
stroke.  It would not be long, and that was good, as Peter unsteadily
worked his way up my shaft with his lips.

I only pulled on Sasha four or five more times, my tongue now imbedded,
before we all heard his patented squeal, though muffled.  He bucked onto my
tongue and his sphincter opened and sucked it in and then contracted,
pushing me back out again.  He continued that way for fully five seconds,
then collapsed to the side, pulling himself away from me.

"You're ready, Peter!"  Cale looked at me and smiled.  I was not to get a
rest.  "Here's the oil!  Put some on Uncle Sean's dick now."  Peter exhaled
loudly and then he kissed the head of my penis once before he reached back
for the olive oil.

"You know, you guys, I'm going to have to get some KY or we're going to run
up a huge bill at the cheese shop for olive oil!"  I chuckled during this
small break in the action.

Sasha moved off of me more and turned around so he could cuddle up by my
side.  It appeared he might go asleep and miss Peter's big event.  Peter
then poured oil onto my penis and the cold oil shrunk me a little.  He
began rubbing it in, and after just ten or twenty seconds, during which he
worked my penis to its full six inches again, he moved to mount me.  He
hovered over my penis, and Cale reached between my legs and pointed my
penis straight towards the target.

"Sit down slowly on it, Peter.  Don't go fast or it will hurt!"  Cale
kissed my balls and started licking them as Peter's hole came in contact
with resistance.  He pushed down, and I looked into his eyes as he squinted
at me.  Then I reached to him and held him by the sides.  His eyes opened
and locked on mine and he settled on me, the head of my penis engulfed,
almost popping inside of him.

"It feels good, Uncle, Sean!  It really does!"  Peter's whisper was urgent,
as if my penis stole a bit of his voice.

"Ready for more, Peter?"  I held him now by the waist and when he nodded I
pushed with my hips up into him another inch, and then two.  His eyes grew
wide, and after a moment, his smile grew as well.  I was half inside or
more, and the pressure was intense and the temperature hot.  This would be
a short session on my part, but I did all I could to hold back.  It
wouldn't take a dozen strokes by Peter before I came.  Cale moved around
and started to stroke Peter's penis.

"Peter, you're in control now - you need to decide how far in and how fast
you move up and down on it, OK?"  I looked and saw him nod and then he
pushed all the way down until his scrotum perched in my pubic hair.  That
feeling evidently startled him, for he immediately moved up, and the feel
of the action must have pleased him, as the look of shock turned lusty on
his face.  He started a rhythm up and down, and with one hand squeezing a
sleeping Sasha to my side I gripped the sheets with my other and shifted my
hips to meet Peter's motions, plunging deep in a slow rhythm.

All was silent except for our hot breathing as Peter rode me, and I lost
track of time for a moment, but it couldn't have been more than ten strokes
before I began to tense.  By this time Peter was increasing speed and
breathing hard, his bowels gripping and releasing me.  I was almost there.

Cale worked Peter's penis more and he shuddered in orgasm, more from Cale's
ministrations than mine, I'm sure.  His sphincter spasmed and I came in a
rush, bucking my hips up and keeping them there as I filled him with my
cum.  Cale just got his hand away just in time as Peter collapsed forward
onto me, his fingers gripping the hair on my chest.  I thrust three more
times, my urgency abating with each thrust, but by now Peter was limp on
me.  I hugged him tight for a moment and finished the thrusting, kissing
his head as his breathing slowly subsided.

We were a heap of sweaty bodies.  Cale moved up towards Sasha and curled
around him, and I pulled my hips back, my deflating penis withdrawing with
a barely audible pop.  I shifted Peter to my right and whispered to Cale.

"Cale?  Get the blanket and cover everybody up, OK?  And Cale?  Thanks!
You were wonderful!"  Here I was thanking Cale and I'd not touched him at
all.  But I winked at him after he handled the blankets and curled up
again.  He probably didn't see it.  It was too dark in the room.

We slept.