Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 21:06:20 -0500
From: beanboy card <beanboycard@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cale and I, Chapter Eight

Cale and I, Chapter 8

The New Boys.


I was awakened by a movement somewhere in the room.  I looked up and saw it
was 1:30 in the morning.  I was a little out of it, and then saw a movement
again by the bed.  I uncoiled from my hold on Cale.

"Peter, is everything OK?"

"Well, Sasha was having a nightmare, and I couldn't calm him down."  Cale
slipped off of me as I sat up, and curled to the left side of the bed.  I
looked and Sasha was stifling his tears while standing next to Peter.

"Climb in, Peter!  Go lay down by Cale.  I'll take care of Sasha!"  It
broke my heart to see him in such pain.

My bones ached, as they often did when I rose in the middle of the night.
Still, I struggled to the side of the bed as Peter crawled over me to be
next to Cale.  I sat on the edge of the bed and reached and pulled Sasha
into my arms and hugged him.

"What do you need to get you to sleep, honey?  Come here!"  I picked him up
and he wrapped his legs around my waist.  I nuzzled his neck.  He had
stopped crying, and was burying his head in my neck.  I tried to talk to
him.

"Sasha, do you want to tell me about your bad dream?  I know they can be
awful, but sometimes it's good to talk about them, isn't it?"

Sasha just rubbed his face in my shoulder.  I didn't really know what to do
but to hold him and go back to sleep.  I lay down in the bed, and my back
pressed against Cale.  He wrapped his arms around me instantly -- I guess
he was still mostly asleep.  Straining my neck, I saw that Peter was
already asleep with an arm over Cale's belly.  I scooted over on my back
and let Sasha wrap himself around me.  I whispered in his ear about how
nothing would hurt him while he was with me.  The boys all drifted off to
sleep.

It was lovely amidst a pile of naked boys.  They were clinging to each
other and to me.  And it occurred to me that I wanted to take care of all
these boys forever.  My future stretched out before me.  Three boys in
school, in khaki pants and blue shirts.  I'd walk them to school in the
morning, and pick them up at night.  I'd help with homework, help blow
noses, take them to ballgames and host birthday parties.  Naked swims in
the morning.  Backrubs and hugs at night.  With Sasha in my arms I drifted
off to sleep at 2:00 in the morning thinking of my boys.

I was not to sleep long.  I felt something wet and warm.  I arose out of
sleep again and looked at the clock.  3:08.  All of a sudden I knew what
had happened.  Sasha had pissed the bed, all over me.  He'd been in my
arms, his head resting over my shoulder, and when he started his stream his
penis was just below my navel.  His penis was evidently pointed down, and
my whole crotch was drenched.

I reached to my right and shook Cale.  It took a few shakes to wake him up.
His read rose up and his eyes squinted at me.  "Cale, we've got a problem
and I need you to do what I say, OK?"

He pulled himself away from Peter's embrace and nodded, almost instantly
awake.

"Strip the sheets and the mattress pad off the bed.  Sasha has wet it, OK?
Then get Peter to help you and get new sheets and a new mattress pad from
the closet down the hall and come in and make the bed again.  It's
important that I don't make Sasha feel bad about this.  I'm going to get
him cleaned up.  Most of the pee is on me, so the bed isn't bad.  Put the
dirty linens in the laundry room, OK?"

Cale nodded big.  He knew how to respond now when it looked like an
emergency.  I crabbed my way on my back to the edge of the bed with Sasha
held to my chest.  I got off the bed as Cale was waking Peter.

I carried Sasha into the bathroom and started the shower.  Sasha was still
not entirely awake, and I figured it would be better to wake him before the
water did.

I stood with him in my arms and whispered in his ear.  "Sasha?  Come on
honey, we have to get you clean, OK?  Wake up honey, will you?"

He did not.

I decided to pinch his wet butt.  "Sasha, let's get up and get a shower,
OK?"  He woke and pulled his head from my shoulder and blinked into the
light.  He panicked for a moment when he didn't recognize me, then, after I
held him tighter, he pulled into my shoulder again.  I stepped into the
shower.

I dunked us both under the spray, and grabbed some soap.  But before I
could start cleaning us up Sasha put his arms against my shoulders and
jerked.  I backed out of the shower and he talked, almost for the first
time.

"I'm sorry.  I don't wet the bed much.  I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me.
I'll do anything!  Please."  His voice trailed off.

I gripped Sasha to me much closer.  I walked into the shower and whispered
in his ear.  "Sasha, there's nothing for you to worry about.  I'll take
care of you as long as you need.  I used to wet the bed when I was your age
once in a while, but nobody took me and got me cleaned up in the middle of
the night.  Come on, this will be very quick and you'll sleep better, ok?"
I wondered to myself whether he'd been abused for wetting in the past.  I'd
have to get time to talk to both boys alone in the morning before Dorie
showed up.

I swung him from my arms and started the shower.  Sasha clung to my leg.  I
lifted him into the water and soaped up both of our urine soaked crotches.
Sahsa clung to my neck, but when I reached in and washed his butt he
flinched against my shoulder.

"Sasha, I'm just getting you clean!  Here, I'll lift you up and wash the
other side.  Then we can go in and sleep, OK?"

I washed the front of Sasha, moving my hand quickly over his penis and
testicles, and then turned off the shower.  I then grabbed a towel and we
walked out of the shower.  I dried Sasha and then myself.  He wiggled a
little while I dried him, as if he was finally fully awake.  We finished
and I picked him up and brought him back into the bedroom.

Cale was the best boy in the world!  Like a general he had stripped the bed
and gotten more sheets to make it up again!  It wasn't an expert job, but I
was proud!

"Cale, are you two just going to go to sleep without a bow?  You did a
great job of making the bed!  Come on, let me thank you!"  Cale and Peter
were curled up together, but Cale lifted his head and smiled.

With Sasha on my side, I leaned down and kissed both boys on the forehead.
They certainly deserved more.

Sasha wanted to cling to me still, but I needed to sleep on my side to
protect the small of my back from aching.  "Come on honey.  I promise to
hold you. But I have to sleep on my side."

"Can I call you Uncle Sean too?"  Sasha didn't look me in the eyes when he
said it, but he sort of glanced at me sideways.

The other boys were already asleep.  I swung Sasha up so he was sitting on
my stomach.  Screw the bad back.  I poked him in the nose and responded.
"Sasha, I would be honored if you called me Uncle."

He lost his balance when I poked him, and turned as he fell over backward.
His right hand gripped for support, right on my balls.  I flinched and
reached automatically to protect myself, and Sasha rolled off me.  He just
lay there.

Nothing was broken.  I'd just had the shock of them being squeezed a
little.  I sat up and rubbed Sasha's back a little.  "Sasha, why don't you
get back up here?"  I reached down and pulled his shoulders.  He came up to
me, but looked scared.

"Sasha, you look a little scared.  Do you want to talk about it?"

"Did I hurt you?"  His voice was very soft.  "I didn't mean it!"  He
flinched away.  The other boys stirred a little.

I pulled my legs to the side, lifted Sasha up, and we went to his room.  We
needed to talk.

Sasha was literally shaking in my arms.  I set him down next to me.

"Sasha, you act like you're scared.  That was just an accident in there.  I
know you've had a bad couple of days all alone on the streets with your
brother.  I want you to know something, though.  I'm not going to hurt you
ever.  Do you understand?  Ever!"

Sasha looked up and his lip quivered.  His dirty blond hair, far too long,
was still wet and hanging in damp hanks.  His eyes met mine.  "Uncle Sean,
when I made a mistake before my Dad always gets mad.  At least since our
Mom died he did."

"Sasha, I'm sure your Dad was torn to pieces when your mother died.  It's a
very tough thing to go through.  He should never have gotten mad at you,
but sometimes when people are as sad as he was, they don't control they're
emotions well.  Look at yourself.  You're so sad and scared that you cry
really easy.  That's OK, I'm going to make sure you feel so comfortable
that we see that smile pretty soon."  I stroked his cheek.

"Uncle Sean, I do feel safe.  I just can't help it.  Once in a while. . ."
He stopped and stared down between his legs.  It got to me, here we were
naked, he was as vulnerable in his body as he could be, but he felt safe,
and was even acting it.  However, it was clear that his stress level had
been high for a long time.

I leaned in and lifted Sasha's chin.  "Sasha, it sounds to me like you were
afraid of your father for the last couple months.  I'm sure you have good
memories of him, too, right?"  I got a nod in response.

"Come here, let me hug you for a minute."  I pulled him in my arms with his
back to me.  My arms wrapped under his and I held them loosely, my fingers
falling below his lap.  "Honey, Nobody will ever hurt you in this house.  I
will make sure of that."  I reached my right arm up and rubbed his tummy
slowly.  I looked down over his shoulder and he pushed his head back into
my neck.  It was pretty clear he wasn't frightened anymore.  Either that or
his tummy was a boner zone.

"Well, Sasha, you seem a little happier now.  I'm glad."

"What do you mean, I didn't say anything!"  He craned his neck up and
stared me in the eyes.

"Sasha, when us guys are really sad or really scared, that rarely happens."
I reached down and gently wiggled his hard little penis, then let go.  It
had to be smaller than three inches.

Sasha blushed and started to cover himself.  He didn't push my hand away,
though, and it rested just inches away.

"Sasha, a stiffy isn't anything to be ashamed of.  You saw Peter and Cale
got them in the shower last night, right?"

"They did?"

"Yeah, I made Cale wash Peter's, and it got stiff and then so did Cale's.
Boys your age, you'll get them a lot!"

"Does yours get hard, too?"  His eyes got wide.

I picked him up and looked down, it was halfway there.  "It looks like it's
headed that way, Sasha!  But I'm older, and it doesn't happen as often as
it does with you boys."

He looked with wide eyes.  "Yours is big, but not as big as my Dad's!  I
saw his once and it was huge!"

"Nope, mine is only average sized, Sash.  Never wanted a bigger one.  Works
just fine like it is.  And I think it likes being talked about, huh?  It's
getting a bit bigger!"

Sasha just stared, then he put his hand out and almost touched my penis.
He stopped suddenly, and then looked up.  "Can I touch it?"

"Well, I guess so.  I touched yours."

Sasha then slid his fingers lightly along the shaft.  Sean Junior stood at
fullest attention.  He touched the head with his four fingers spread like
spider's legs and squeezed lightly.  Then he pulled his hand away and
looked up and smiled.  A yawn came seconds later.

"That's neat!  It's soft and hard at the same time."

"Just like yours, huh, Sash?"

He giggled.  I picked him up.  "Now, Sash, let's get you to try to pee
before we climb back into bed with those other boys, OK?"

We walked back to my bedroom and into the bathroom.  Luckily, Sasha was
sleepy enough that his penis drooped, at least enough for him to pee.  He
finished, shook it, and then we walked in and climbed back into bed.  Cale
let go of Peter immediately, and buried his head in my chest.  I lay on my
back and pulled Sasha in on my other side.  We drifted off again.

Dawn came too early to me.  Cale was evidently out of bed already.  At the
very least, he was not glued to my side, and I missed that, like a boy
misses a teddy.  No, more.  He was my lover and I wanted to hold and kiss
him again, but these boys, who I was growing to love, were getting in the
way.  In a nice way, though.

I turned my head.  Both Cale and Pete were gone.  No telling where.
Perhaps they had gone to the pool, but that was a violation of the rules.
I had to get up!

I struggled and got myself upright, but Sasha still clung to me.  He was
sound asleep and I tucked him under the covers again.  I pulled on a pair
of boxers and went down the hall.  I heard a couple of quiet voices almost
instantly.  They were in Cale's room.

I stood outside the door and listened for a moment.

I heard Cale's voice first.  "It's not ugly, Peter!  I think it looks just
fine!  My uncle says that as long as it stands up then it's a good one, no
matter how it looks."

"But it doesn't look like yours!  I mean, you have that extra skin!"  His
voice was almost an urgent whisper.

I giggled at their talk, and they evidently heard me.  The room grew quiet,
so I poked my head around the corner.  Both boys turned and faced me, with
their hands over their crotches.  Cale looked me in the eyes, but Peter
blushed hard and looked toward the floor.

"Hey guys, sorry to disturb you.  Just want to say you both have fine
looking dicks!"  I could hardly hold in my laughter.  I'd done similar
comparing when I was their age, but certainly never got caught by an adult.

"Uncle Sean, don't laugh at us!"  Cale was a bit upset, but he also had a
smirk on his face, and he wiggled his hips while he said it.  Maybe he was
trying to make Peter feel more comfortable.  He took his hands off of his
and it swung to and fro, a stiff little metronome.  It wasn't as stiff as
I'd seen it before, and the foreskin was hanging off the end.  All I could
think of for a second was teasing that skin and peeling it back.

I came to after a second, and tried to make Peter less self-conscious.
"Hey, Peter, I see Cale with a stiffy all the time, and it's no big deal.
Kids your age get them all the time.  Yours is like mine, you know.  Cale
got to keep his foreskin, but when he peels it back he looks just like you
and me, too.  And I have no problem with you two playing around if you want
to.  Let's just make sure you don't do it around Sasha, unless he starts
it."

Peter piped up, taking his hands away and a bit more at ease.  "Oh, Sasha
and I feel each other's all the time.  I feels good when someone else
touches it."  It was almost like he was daring me.

"Like I said, boys tend to do a lot of that around your age.  Cale likes to
play with it, right Cale?"

He nodded big.

"Well, boys, I'm going downstairs to swim, but I want to deal with Sasha
first.  Peter, I think if he wakes with none of us around he might get
scared.  But you two probably want to swim, too.  Tell you what.  Cale, you
grab a pillow, and Peter, you grab a blanket.  I'll just carry Sasha down
and put him in the lounge chair by the pool.  Come on, Let's go."

Peter looked around for a pair of shorts.

Cale was quick to respond.  "You don't need clothes, clown!  We're just
going swimming!  Uncle Sean and I never swim in suits."  We'd only been
together for a few days, and Cale had totally bought into the rules -- in
just a couple days.  Ha! -- at least the one about swimming naked.  Still,
Peter didn't seem upset, and we all went down to collect Sasha.

We got to the bed and Sasha was still asleep, curled into a fetal
position. I uncovered him and picked up the little 4'4" bundle from the bed
and cradled him in my arms.  Peter picked up the folded comforter from the
foot of the bed, and Cale picked up two pillows.  We went downstairs single
file.

Just a few days ago I had discovered that I could be in love with a boy --
that I was in love with Cale.  I was beginning to fall in love with Sasha
as well.  But it was different that with Cale.  Cale was a tiger who wanted
full contact sex.  Sasha was an innocent.  Well, so I thought until Peter
told me about them playing with each other.  Regardless, he was an angel
with his long blondish hair curling over his face and flagging back and
forth while I carried him down the stairs.

I carried him down the stairs with Cale and Peter trailing after me.  We
entered the pool, and Cale and Peter set the blanket and pillow on the
chaise lounge.  I set the little one down and tucked the blanket around
him, then I turned to Peter and Cale.

"Cale, do you want to tell Peter the rules?"

"Oh, Peter you aren't allowed to dive in, and it's not very deep, so if you
dived in you'd hurt yourself.  Also, no running on the side.  It's four
feet deep down at this end and five feet down at that end.  Can you swim?"
Cale had a very serious expression as he was reciting the rules.  He was
also playing with his balls idly with his left hand.

"Cale, you missed a rule!"  I stayed serious in tone.

"Oh, this is the most important one, Peter.  We're not allowed to swim
without Uncle Sean around.  If we do then we'll probably get spanked or
something."

"Cale, I'm not sure what I'd do, but I certainly don't beat up on boys!"  I
came up to him though, and whacked him a little on the butt.  "But I do
like to give a little love tap now and then, so you better get used to it
if you and Sasha are going to be staying with us, OK, Peter?"  I slapped
his butt as well.

"So, guys, I'm going to swim laps for a while, so don't get in the way if
you can help it.  And we've got time to play a bit after that.  Cale, if
Sasha wakes up, it's your responsibility to tell him all the rules -- all
of them this time!  And you never answered, Peter, can you and Sasha swim?"

Peter had taken Cale's example and was fondling his balls.  But while Cale
hadn't reacted and his penis had stayed mostly soft, Peter was sporting his
impressive three and a half inch wood.  He responded.  "Oh, we can swim!
Sure, and Sasha is just as good as me and can hold his breath lots longer!"

"Um, Peter, you can get in the water now.  Nice equipment you've got
there!"  I fluffed with his hair and climbed in to swim my usual twenty
laps.

As usual, I did the breast stroke.  It helped build up my arms a bit better
than other strokes, and thus worked as a bit of a body builder than as just
regular exercise.  I thought about the boys while swimming.

We had two new ones, and they were ok running around naked, so at least
they fit in partly with this odd household.  I wondered how they were going
to fit in, and if Cale and I would ever get time alone again.  I also
fretted that I was being selfish in wanting to suck Cale's penis again, to
even go all the way once more.  Likely we wouldn't.

Still, it was now the case that both Peter and Sasha had gotten erections
in front of me and we'd talked about how they needn't be embarrassed.  And
they evidently played with each others' penises, though they may not have
done so to orgasm yet.  I guessed that pretty soon Cale would teach both of
them what that was.  I guess if it evolved into the three of them playing
amongst themselves, it might be a relief to me.  The I'd be relieved of the
worries about how taboo our relationship was.  But I would miss Cale's
penis and butt and kissing his lips.

I was at the fifteenth lap before I came out of my daze.  I sought out the
boys and saw them playing some kind of game.  Cale was underwater and Peter
was walking backwards.  I couldn't figure out the game, so moved my mind to
concentrate on the last five laps.  As usual, I tried to surge at the end,
to leave myself winded.  I pulled through the last lap with my arms
straining, then turned around and propped myself on the edge of the pool,
turned around and looked at the boys.  This time Peter was underwater and
Cale was backing away.  It looked like they were taking turns goosing each
other.

Cale noticed that I was done first, and he shouted over.  "Uncle Sean, come
on over and join us!"  He had stopped backing away and Peter grabbed his
penis and he yelped.  "No fair!"  Peter surfaced.

I waded over.  "So, what do you guys want to play.  I guess I'm going to
have to get some pool toys in here or you'll just play with the ones you
brought with you!"  I gathered them both in a big hug.

Peter was the first to talk.  "I think we could play tag if there are three
of us!  But you have to touch the other guy's butt!  We were playing that
just now, but it's not that fun with just two."

"Well, part of you thinks it was fun Peter.  Have you had a stiffy the
whole time since you got in the pool?"  I pointed at it through the water.

"Yeah, sometimes it stays that way forever."  His look now was brooding.
"It does that way sometimes for a long time, and it's uncomfortable when
I'm in school.  I mean, it feels good, but sometimes I wish it would just
stop.  At least it isn't uncomfortable in the water. Cale's got one too!"

I leaned in and kissed Peter on the cheek.  "Peter, Cale's just like you,
he's always got one.  But he knows how to make it go down, don't you,
Cale?"

"Yup!  Uncle Sean showed me how to have an organism!  It feels real good,
like you're going to explode.  He says it's the only reason to play with
your dick, and gosh!  After having an organism, it almost always gets
little again.  But sometimes it doesn't and I get to try to get one again!
You gotta try it.  Will you show him, Uncle Sean?"

Cale had backed me into a corner.  "Cale, that's a little personal, you
know.  If Peter wants to learn something he'll ask.  But I think it's nice
that you want him to learn.  You know, Cale, you could show him too.  I'm
not the only expert around here anymore!  Oh, and it's `orgasm,' Cale, not
`organism'."

"Right!  Peter, I've only known for a couple of days."

Peter was blushing by now, but obviously curious.  Once again he was
playing with his balls.

"We can talk about this later if you're a little embarrassed Peter.  Now,
were we going to play tag like you wanted to?"

I reached around Peter, squeezed his left cheek, and then launched myself
backwards.  "You're it!"

Cale scooted just out of Peter's grasp and took of under water.  Peter
followed, then Cale made a turn for me.  Peter cut the corner and
intercepted him, feeling all over his butt!  He surfaced and yelled,
"Cale's it!"

The boys were having tons of fun!  And coming right at me!  Cale waded
through the water and gave me a chance as a result.  I dove, then swam
underwater upside down. Cale was right on top of me, and he reached and
groped all over my lower belly and penis, but did not touch my butt.  It
felt awfully good, and I was tempted to let him keep doing it, but I swam
away.

I surfaced ten feet away and walked backward with Cale closing in.  I was
backing into the corner where Peter was, and he was frozen, not sure what
to do.  Cale had me trapped, but we had to quit and go and get dressed
anyway, so I reached around, grabbed Pete under the arms and held him in
front of me.  He was giggling and wailing, and Cale came up behind and slid
his hand in his crack from bottom to top.

"You're it, Peter!"  I gathered Peter in to me, and he reached around and
grabbed my butt!  By this time we were both squirming around, and Cale
joined and we had a wrestling match for a while.  Six hands everywhere, and
they were all reaching for penises and butts -- but I stuck to tickling.
We were slow to calm down.  I herded the boys to the side and lifted each
to sit on the edge.

Their little flagpoles were at full mast.  "You boys are incorrigible!
Will those things never go down?"

"Not without your help, Uncle Sean!"  Cale giggled.

"We don't have time for that, Cale.  We have to get showers and dressed
because Dorie is coming and. . .

Cale interrupted.  "Kiss it!"

Now they were both giggling.  I let them go on a while.

"You know, I think you guys are going to age me really fast."  I didn't
know what to do, but I definitely wanted to kiss both of them, and not on
the lips at that moment!

Cale got serious.  "Go ahead Uncle Sean!  Kiss it!  Then we can go get
ready for Dorie!  I'm hungry too!"

"No, I don't strike bargains, Cale.  But, I'll give a little kiss, then
we'll all get ready.  Is that OK with you Peter?"  He nodded and blushed.

I reached up and gave him a quick peck on the lips!

"Hey, that's not what you said!  I want the kiss on my dick!"  He giggled
and was still blushing.  He rocked from side to side and Cale was rocking
as well!  Two little penises were bobbing right in front of me.  My mouth
was watering.  Cale had evidently awakened what was a very dormant sex
drive in me.  Yes, I was fully hard as well, but they couldn't tell because
I was still in the water.

"Calm down guys!  Keep those little dicks from bobbing around so much.
I'll do it for real!  Then we will get showers, and I'll show you a way to
get those things to calm down."

They immediately sat still.

"Who's first?"

They both raised their hands.

"OK, I'll choose."  I swooped in quickly and Caught Cale's penis between my
lips and sucked on it for a brief moment, then backed away.  I looked over
and Peter's eyes were all eyeball, he was shocked that I did it.  Cale's
jaw was a little slack.  He obviously was both shocked and pleased with my
quick little suck.

"Are you ready Peter?"

He nodded and sat still.

"Close your eyes."  When they were closed I leaned in and held his little
three and a half inch dick with two fingers and breathed out twice before
going further.  The little purple head quivered at the heat of my breath.
I leaned in further, licked around the head and then planted the whole of
his head between my lips, gave a juicy suck, and let go.  Peter's eyes
popped open and he fell over.

"OK, guys, a deal is a deal, let's go.  And let's get Sasha over here for a
shower too.  And I'll show you how to get rid of those boners!"

Cale walked to the chaise lounge and woke up Sasha.  Evidently he needed to
pee, so Cale pointed to the toilet.  Sasha stared at Cale's erection the
whole time.  I got out of the pool and lifted Peter up.

"We'll get rid of yours first, Peter!"

I turned on the water on both shower heads, pulled Peter in with me and
told him not to move, no matter what.  Then I cut the hot water and braced
myself behind him to keep him from escaping.  He screamed like a weasel and
tried to wiggle away, icy cold water drenching him.  I looked down to see
if the cold water worked.  No doubt of it.  His penis was now about the
size of the end of my thumb and the head was trying to retreat back into
what little foreskin he had left.  I think his balls had ascended into his
body.  I turned the hot water back on and picked up the soap and handed it
to him.

I grinned.  "Here you go, Peter, now wash yourself.  Cale, get your butt
over here!"

He came over from having led Sasha to the bathroom and looked at Peter.
His jaw dropped.  "You did it that fast?  I wanted to watch!"

"Well, Cale, we're in a hurry.  Come in here and get yours."

He came over eagerly and stood in front of me.  Peter giggled, and I gave
him a stare.  I then reached down and petted his boner once.  "Want to bet
I can get rid of this in less than thirty seconds?"  I kept petting his
balls.

"Yeah, what do you want to bet?"

"Let's see, if I can, then you have to clear the table.  But if I can't,
then I have to eat olives for a late night snack.  You know how I hate
olives, right?  Is it a deal?"

Cale nodded, shocked at the idea I'd mentioned that in front of Peter, even
if it was in code.  But Cale nodded, almost panting.

So I reached up, turned off the hot water, and held Cale tight.  He
squirmed and giggled and yelled.  "That's cheating!  That's cheating!"

After about ten seconds I looked down and saw that the cold water had done
it's trick.  I turned on the water, kissed the top of Cale's head, and
smacked his butt playfully.

"Get washed up and be glad we have a dishwasher, Cale!"  Sasha turned the
corner and again he stared.  The little boner he was eying before was now a
tiny thing with foreskin sticking straight out.  I turned to him.

"Good thing you don't have one Sasha, get in here and wash up with us and
then we'll get some breakfast."  Sasha looked confused, but he came over
and we all washed up without further incident.

The whole crew dried off and we ran up the stairs naked.  I stopped them at
the kitchen before they ran upstairs.  "Cale, loan these guys some clean
clothes.  We'll go and buy them their own in a little while.  I want you
guys dressed in ten minutes.  I'm going to get bowls and stuff out for
cereal, I'll be right up."

I fooled around in the kitchen a bit, pulled out bowls and glasses and a
couple boxes of Life cereal and placed them on the table along with a jug
of milk and one of orange juice.  Then I went upstairs.

I walked in and the boys were pulling clothes out of the dresser.  Cale and
Peter had underwear on, and so did Sasha, but Sasha's were hanging down.
They were just too big.  It was a cute look as far as I was concerned, but
we had to figure this out.

"Cale, when you guys get stuff on can you bring in a pair of sweatpants and
a T-Shit for Sasha?  We're going to take a pair of your boxers and fix them
up for Sasha here.  Come on Sasha, take those off and come in my room."

He took them off and trotted behind me.  This would look so odd to someone
else.  The whole third floor was like some kind of all-male nudist camp!
Still, I felt good.  The boys were comfortable in their skin and did not
seem fazed by all the nudity, or even the touching.

I had picked up a pair of Cale's boxers -- he usually only used to wear
them to bed -- and sat on the bed to help pull them on Sasha.  While he was
just two inches shorter than his brother, he was much skinnier.  I was
going to have to pull them in by a good two inches.  Once we got them on I
moved Sasha's hand down.  "Hold them up a second, Sasha, I'll go grab a
safety pin."

I got two off the dresser and came over and gathered some of the waistband,
pinning it twice.  "OK, Sasha, let's see if that holds up.  Do a little
dance for me!"

He looked at me funny.  "I don't know how to dance!"

"Well, Sasha, all I mean is that we've got to see if those will hold up
while you're active.  Come here."

Sasha walked toward me and I scooped him up and placed him square in the
middle of the bed.  "OK, Sash, jump up and down on the bed for a minute."

Sasha proceeded to have a really great time.  What kid ever gets permission
to jump on the bed?  He had a ball, and when Peter and Cale came in,
dressed in proper pants and shirts, they just stared.

Cale was puzzled and asked.  "Uncle Sean, why are you letting him jump on
the bed?"

"Because he didn't know how to dance, Cale!  Boy, don't you know anything?"
I got over and rubbed Cale's head and took the sweatpants and T-Shirt over
to Sasha, got him to stop, and gave him his clothes.

"Get those on, Sash.  We have to get downstairs to eat."

I walked down with the others and we all sat and poured our cereal.  Sasha
came in just a couple moments later.  Then we ate.  The boys each ate two
bowls.  It was nice to see them hungry with big appetites.  They must have
been starving the last few days.

"OK, boys.  You listen too, Cale.  In about thirty minutes Dorie is coming.
She's a social worker who has been leading a search for you two.  Did you
guys know that people were looking all over for you the last few days?"

Peter spoke up, as usual.  "No!  We just thought those kids were.  We just
left the car to find our Dad, and when we got back, it was gone."

Pter's statement made me realize that these two didn't know what had
happened to their Dad.  I guess I'd have to intercept Dorie before she
talked to the boys.  She'd have to know that piece of information.  But if
the boys were staying with me, then I insisted on being the one to tell
them the bad news.

"Well, guys, Dorie is going to talk to you and she'll be the one to decide
where you're going to stay for a while.  Now, I've got a serious question
for you.  Listen up, and you let them talk, Cale, OK?"  I reached around to
Cale's leg and squeezed it, and he reached in and held my hand.

"Sasha, Peter, would you like to live here with Cale and I?  At least for a
while we'd be happy to have you here, wouldn't we Cale?"

Cale was squeezing my hand tight.  I knew how enthusiastic he could be, but
he held to the tone I set.  "I've really always wanted a brother, Peter and
Sasha, and it would be great if you both became my brothers.  You know, it
would be so good to get a new Dad like Uncle Cale and new brothers all in
the same week."

"You mean you two haven't lived together all the time?"  Sasha looked
confused.

"No, Sasha, Cale's Dad died a week ago and he came to live with me then.
In fact, these are his first three days in this city, just like with you
two."

Peter spoke up.  "How did you know that?  How did you know we've only been
here for a few days?"

"Well, Peter, your story, about how everyone has been looking for you two,
has been in the papers.  We heard about it at dinner on Cale's first day
here.  Everybody was very worried when the police found your Dad's car with
boy's clothing in back but no boys.  Cale was really worried, because he
knows what it's like to not have a father, right Cale?"

I just realized what I'd implied -- that their Dad was dead.  Cale squeezed
my hand as if to emphasize my blunder.

"Sean?"  Sasha spoke.  It was the first time he'd called me just by my
first name.

"Yes, Sash?"  I was quaking inside.  I felt like I was going to get ill.  I
had not planned at all how to answer this boy's question.

"Is my Dad dead?"  The room went deathly silent.  Moments passed and tears
flowed down Sasha's cheeks and down Peter's as well.  As crazy and messed
up as their father had been for the last year, they still loved him, and he
was their only connection to their former life.  Sasha's tears continued,
then he looked in my eyes.

I'm not sure there is anything more beautiful or more heartbreaking than a
boy with tears in his eyes.  Both boys had brown eyes that looked odd
against their nearly blond hair.  Sasha's eyes had tears clinging to the
lashes.  I got an image in my head of kissing them, of licking off his
cheeks.  I squeezed Cale's hand.  I loved Cale, but it looked like he was
going to have to share me.  I broke free from my vision determined to tell
the boys.

"Peter, Sasha?"  I nodded to each of them.  "The police found your Dad's
body a few days ago.  He must have gotten out of your car to pee in the
middle of the night, and then just slipped off the pier.  Yes, Peter and
Sasha, your Dad is dead."

The boys broke down and started crying in earnest, and I let go of Cale's
hand and nodded to him, indicating that we had some hugging to do.  We
rounded the table from opposite directions, and I knelt in between Peter
And Sasha. They reached around and both hugged me and cried on my
shoulders.  Cale wrapped his arms around Peter and we all just rocked there
for a while, tears falling.  Nobody said a word.

Five minutes later and the doorbell rang.  It had to be Dorie.  I felt the
boys start a little, but they were almost cried out.  I lifted my head from
between them and reached with my left arm to nudge Cale.  He looked up at
me with tearstained cheeks of his own.  I whispered to him.  "Go down and
let Dorie in.  Tell her what we just talked about, and then both of you
come up.  I'll take care of these guys.  I love you Cale, you're really
good!"  I winked at him.

Cale walked off, and I left the boys for a moment to get some Kleenex of
the counter.  I came back and set it between them.  "OK, who's first?
Let's get you cleaned up a little.  You can't have snot all over yourselves
if you're going to live with me!"

They both looked up and sniffed, and then we fell into a crying fit again
for a few more minutes.  I pulled out a couple Kleenex, and with Peter
resting on me I cleaned up Sasha.  Then I turned and slowly wiped off
Peter's face.  It took a couple minutes to wipe them both off, and I
gathered them in a big hug.

"Peter, Sasha?  We've got company and you have to talk to her for a while.
She's really nice -- Cale and I met her just the other day.  After that
we're going to go out and buy you both new clothes, and also a playstation
for the TV.  Now, can you both get up and come to meet Dorie?"

They both nodded, and I pulled them to their feet.  We backed away from the
chairs, and then I turned them around.  Dorie was standing there with Cale
at her side.

"Dorie, I'd like you to meet Peter here."  I moved my hand from his
shoulder and rubbed his head.  "And this is Alexander, but he likes to be
called Sasha."  I also messed up his hair a bit.

Dorie was smiling.  "Hello Peter and Sasha!"

"Before you say anything, Dorie, I'd like to take care of these two as long
as you let me.  Cale agrees, right Cale?"

Cale didn't answer because Dorie beat him to it.  "Well, Sean, it's not
much of a shock to me that you ask that.  You three look like you've taken
to each other, and Cale here has already asked me.  I'm going to want to
talk to the boys in a few days, but I think that's going to be fine.  Why
don't we sit down and talk just a little right now though."

"Let's go in the living room boys, over on the couches."  I kept my arms
around Peter and Sasha, but we weren't far along when Cale stood in from of
us.

"You aren't upset with me asking her, are you Uncle Sean?"  He looked a
little worried.

I leaned down and pulled the boys in close.  "Let's all kiss him, guys!"

I got there first, and held him close, smacking him right on the lips.
Sasha and Peter got his cheeks, and we each kissed him with loud smacks.
Finally we pulled back.  "Do you like that answer, Cale?"

Cale's face was red and he reached down and adjusted his pants.  Dorie was
already on the couch, so I leaned in and whispered in his ear.  "I think
your cheeks are a boner zone too, huh?"  I kissed him again.  We got up
again and all sat on the couch across from Dorie.  It was a tight fit, but
very cozy

Dorie started in.  "Peter and Sasha, I talked to your grandmother this
morning, and she agrees that we can find a place for you to live.  Would
you like to stay here with Mr. Martin?"

Sasha spoke up first.  "Who's he?  We've only seen Uncle Sean here and
Cale!  I want to stay with them!"

I giggled, and so did Peter and Cale, and then Dorie started in.  I rubbed
Sasha on the head again to make him know we weren't laughing at him.

"Well, that's a pretty good answer."  Dorie laughed a bit more.  "I'm not
sure I need to ask anymore questions with answers like that.  We don't have
any room in other foster families anyway.  I know you've got room for these
two, and I already suggested it to you before.  Sean, are you sure on this,
it's a huge change of lifestyle for you."

"I'm sure, Dorie.  I've got a meeting in tomorrow where I'm reducing my
workload.  I'm also going to get the boys in the Lombard School.  I have a
little pull as the headmistress's former boss.  We've pretty much bonded.
I got baptized last night by Sasha here, and he slept in this morning while
Peter joined Cale and I in the pool.  We'll be fine."

"Let me get this straight.  I'm guessing from your code that Sasha wet the
bed, right.  I don't mean to embarrass you Sasha."

Sasha answered.  "Yeah, that's OK.  I think I did it because I was scared
earlier, and I had a nightmare.  And Peter and I came in, and Uncle Sean
held me and I relaxed a lot.  I peed all over him!"  Sasha seemed proud of
it, or at least that it was funny!

Dorie was close to laughing again.

I added a little more to Sasha's story.  "Cale and Peter changed the bed
and I took Sasha in and we got a shower.  He was actually still asleep
until the shower hit him.  And, yes, Sasha is completely right that he peed
all over, but most of it was below the waist.  I have to say that I never
thought I love having a bed full of naked boys, but a bed full of boys was
pretty pleasant.  Sasha here clung to me like a leech.  I thought I'd get a
little back pain from having him on my chest practically all night, but I
guess the swimming has helped a lot more with that than I thought."

Dorie smiled, the asked, "I guess my next question is about swimming.  Are
you boys comfortable with Sean and Cale.  I mean, you know they swim naked,
right?  Are you comfortable with that?"

Cale fielded that question.  "Well, when we found them we had to strip them
naked to give them a shower.  They were really scared and dirty and Uncle
Sean and I even washed them.  We were all naked in the big shower by the
pool!  Peter and Sasha were a little shy at first, but this morning Peter
joined us in the pool and we had a great time!  Sasha slept, though, but
we'll get him down with us tomorrow morning!"

I added to Cale's remarks.  "Actually Dorie, we were all naked in bed after
the wetting incident.  The boys didn't mind at all.  I think Peter was
holding Cale about as tightly as Cale was holding me.  The boys were like a
pile of puppies in bed.  But I think we're going to have to save everyone
sleeping in the same bed for special occasions from now on.  I woke up
every time one of them moved.  I guess I have some mothering instincts
after all.  And that's not all that good -- I'm going to need my sleep with
this crew!"

Dorie answered.  "Well, it's a little unorthodox, all the nudity, but like
I told you before, you're certainly not the first family that practices
that.  Not even the first family where everyone sleeps together.  But it's
probably good to save that for special occasions.  You guys seem to have
bonded very quickly.  I don't see a problem keeping the boys here."

The cheering was loud.  And the couch bounced around.

"Dorie, I think you can tell the boys like that."

"Well, Sean, take care if the nightmares continue, and call me in a few
days and we'll start the paperwork.  If you call tomorrow we can finalize
things next Monday.  Now, I've got another call or five to make, so I'm
going to leave you all to do some more bonding."  She got up, and the boys
rose as well.

"Unless we can bond at Walmart or the Gap, we won't be doing much of that
this afternoon, Dorie.  I've got to get these two some clothes.  And we're
going to pick up a playstation.  Also, I think we're going to eat out for
lunch.  Hey, Cale, you want to show these guys how to eat Cajun food?"

Cale nodded.

"You don't fool me, Sean, those are all good bonding opportunities.  Well,
I'll see you all soon.  Boys, take care of Sean, will you?"  She winked at
them all and we all led her to the door and said goodbye.

I shut the door after she left and marshaled my troops.  "Boys, we're going
out shopping!  Get some shoes on and get down here.  We're taking the
convertible too!  So let's have some fun!"

General scrambling ensued, and Peter and Sasha each found their old ratty
shoes to put on, while Cale put on his sandals.  I led them out and we got
in the car.  Cale let Sasha sit up front with me, but asked to sit there on
the way back.  I figured he and Peter were probably going to play a little
grab-ass in the back -- they'd bonded well.  Still, I couldn't let them
ignore Sahsa.

"Seat belts, everyone!"  The boys obeyed and we all buckled up.  I headed
out, after locking the gate and taking the top down, and I gave the boys a
taste of the wind rushing through their hair.  I sped four exits down I-95,
then came back again and pulled into the Walmart parking lot.  All three of
them giggled the whole ride.

We got out and I herded the boys into Walmart.  I immediately steered them
to the boy's clothing department and grabbed shirts off the rack and placed
them in the arms of all three boys.  I figured that would keep them from
wandering off.  Then we dealt with more difficult issues.

First we bought pants.  I got jeans for them both, and two pair of shorts
each.  I also got some khaki pants for school, and ten pair of socks
apiece.  I had both Sasha and Peter running in and out of the changing
room.  Cale was helping me the whole time.  After all, he'd been here in
the last couple days doing the same thing.  The four of us were an
efficient team.

As the Peter and Sasha were in taking off shorts Cale came up to me with a
couple of speedos and some regular swimming trunks.

"Remember, you told me that we might go to the beach!  They'll need to try
these on, won't they?"

"I guess you're right, Cale."  At that moment Peter and Sasha approached.
"One more thing, guys, we've got bathing suits we want you to try on.  For
when we go to the beach.  Have you ever been to the ocean?"

They both shook their heads.

"I've got one of each kind here.  They're probably the right size.  Go in
and try them on, but you probably don't want to come out here to model
them, so I'll come in.  Cale, you come in too."

We all walked into the dressing rooms.

"Cale, you make sure Peter's fits.  Make sure it's not too tight and call
me when he's got it on."  I steered Sasha into the other cubicle.

Sasha wasn't near as traumatized as he was the day before, and all day I'd
been noticing that, instead of reverting to childish behaviors, as a
traumatized boy will do, he was getting stronger in his soul.  He was
almost as old as the others, and I had to watch myself from babying him too
much.  I wanted to watch also that Cale and Peter didn't bond so tight that
they left him behind.

Sasha dropped his pants unselfconsciously.  I held the trunks out first and
we slipped them over his underwear.  Cale had a good eye, and dark red
looked very good against Sasha's light skin.  He'd gotten the same color
for Peter.  Not only that, they were just the right size, and very
fashionable -- they hung down a bit below the knees.

"Those look very nice, Sasha, now let's try on these others."

"But they're so little!  They won't cover anything!"

"Sasha, kids wear these when they want to run fast on the beach.  Think
about it.  These trunks will be really heavy when wet.  But the speedos
will be pretty light, and because they don't cover much you'll be able to
run faster.  We're going to buy both so you have a choice."

Sasha nodded and stripped to his underwear again.  Unfortunately, the
boxers were not appropriate to trying on the suit, so he slipped them off
too, and revealed that all the dressing and undressing had given him a
boner.

"Well, Sasha, you like changing clothes, huh?"  I tugged on it once and he
smiled.  "Let's get this on.  I don't think it will matter that you're a
little bit bigger in front than usual.

"What do you mean!  This is usual, Uncle Sean!  It's hard a lot!"  Sasha
giggled.  I guess he and Peter had played around more than I thought.  He
slipped on the speedo, and just as he finished Cale came in.

"Uncle Sean, do you want to check Peter?"  Then he looked at Sasha.  "Oh, I
guess those fit Sasha, but they're a little tight in front."  Cale and
Sasha both giggled.

"Cale, help Sasha finish dressing and I'll check next door.  Remember to
bring out all of the clothes, you two."  I walked around to the next
cubicle and opened the curtain.  Peter was in front of the mirror in his
speedo with his shirt lifted and he was admiring his butt.

"Do you think they look good, Uncle Sean, I think they fit pretty good."

I took a good look.  He had a lovely butt, and his front was just as tented
out as his brother's was.  I must have done something especially good in a
former life to deserve to care for three such beautiful boys.  "Peter, I
think they look great!  And that butt of yours is fantastic!  Now let's get
out of those and we'll go get some lunch."  I patted his butt twice.

Peter pulled down the speedos and bent his dick in the process.  He winced.

"Let me help, Peter!"  I pulled the speedo out and reached in and
straightened Peter's penis, then helped him slide the speedo down.  My
penis reacted the same as his did.

"Uncle Sean, why is it hard all the time.  Sometimes it's really a pain,
like now!"  He had a pained look on his face.  "How do I make it go down."

Peter started to dress again.  And I responded.  "Well, Peter, it happens
to all kids when they get to your age.  And it is very inconvenient
sometimes.  I'll show you how to make it go down later, but that won't
solve the problem.  You're going to be bothered by that thing springing up
when you least expect it for ten years.  So you better get used to it."

Peter finished dressing, and I draped my arm over his shoulder and walked
out with the clothes we were going to buy.  Cale and Sasha were waiting for
us.

"Everything go OK, Cale and Sasha?"

"Well, Sasha really liked the speedo!  Or at least part of him did!"  Sasha
blushed at Cale's comment, and then came closer to me and handed the object
of jest to me.

"Cale, be careful with the teasing, or I'll let these two tickle you until
you wet yourself."  I reached over and rubbed Cale's head, then patted
Sasha on the butt.  "Come on, guys, let's go pay for these and then we'll
have lunch at Dinah's.  It's already Cale's favorite place in town!"

"It's the only place we've eaten!"  Cale was determined to tease me back.
I was going to have to kiss him unmercifully for helping the boys today,
and also to make up for him not having all my attention.

It didn't take long.  The lines at Walmart in South Philly are the shortest
during the day.  It was a short drive to Dinah's, and we walked in at about
1:30.  I was sure the boys were as starved as I was.  Luckily, the place
was empty on a Monday afternoon, and Dinah and Pat were already teasing
each other behind the bar.

"Come on guys, up on the stools you go!"  They struggled onto the high
stools.  Cale was on one side of me, and Sasha sat on the other, with Peter
beside him.  "So, Dinah, Pat, how are you two today!"

They turned around, looked at Cale and I, and then at Peter and Sasha.
Dinah was the first to speak.

"Sean and Cale, what did you do, decide to open your own school?  Who are
these handsome young men?"

Cale spoke first.  He'd taken to Dinah and Pat right away last time.  He
beamed at them now.  "Dinah and Pat, I'd like you to meet my new foster
brothers Peter and Sasha.  Sasha is the one sitting next to Uncle Cale!"

Dinah's jaw dropped.  As did that of Commodore Pat.

Cale piped up again.  "Oh, Peter and Sasha, Pat likes to be called
Commodore!  He's funny!"  Cale didn't realize at all how he was making Pat
and Dinah's jaws drop!  I guess they were surprised when I came here with
Cale, and now they were shocked to find me with two other boys.  Peter and
Sasha, to their credit, didn't notice the gaping mouths of their hosts
either.

Dinah recovered first.  She came out from behind the bar with her hefty
torso and all, and walked up to Sasha and Peter.  "Well, boys, any friend
of Cale's is a friend of mine!  So very pleased to meet you!  I own this
place and you both are very welcome."  Then she leaned in and hugged them
both at once and kissed their cheeks.

"So, Sean, where did you get these two cuties?"  Dinah turned back to me,
and I stood and kissed her cheek.  Sasha and Peter were a bit shellshocked
by the hug, and were staring at us with jaws agape.

"Dinah, Cale and I first heard about these two in here.  You and Pat told
us about them.  They were big stars in the paper, remember?"  I winked at
her so the boys couldn't see, but Pat was in my line of sight, too.

"You don't say!  Well, that means I'm going to have to cook up a really big
feast for you four!"  She started back to the kitchen and then stopped.
"Do you boys like fish?  And salad, and maybe some pecan pie for dessert?
Sean, you're not ordering here, I'm getting you the Mardi Gras King
special!"  Dinah didn't do this often, and it was going to be a treat.

Cale nodded fast.  He'd loved his dinner here before.  Peter and Sasha
followed his lead.

We sat around a while and just talked.  Pat served us all Root Beer from
his special stock, and he told the boys stories about when he was in the
Navy on the big ships.  He told them of faraway lands, and then he talked
about football for a while.  Dinah came and served us small Caesar salads,
and then she gave us some blackened fish with potatoes.  All three boys ate
it up.  Every time she came out she gave hugs all around, including to me.

We ended up spending two hours on the most sumptuous lunch, ending with the
best pecan pie this side of my Mom's.  Cale didn't let that go!

"Dinah?" he said it in his highest voice.  "This pecan pie is awful good!
It's almost as good as my grandma's!"

Dinah came from behind the bar and walked steadily at Cale.  Her face was
stern.  He began to look worried, because she had a plain, almost angry
look on her face.  She reached in and picked him up and gave him a big
smack right on the lips, and then put him back down on the stool. He looked
overwhelmed.  "Cale, if you tell me one more time that my pecan pie isn't
the best in the world then I'm going to have to crush you between my
bosoms!  Take that as a warning, boy!"  She laughed and walked away.  Once
again, Sasha and Peter were stunned, but not nearly as much as Cale, who
was redder with embarrassment than I'd ever seen.

We finished up, and I asked Pat for the check.

"Sean, her majesty won't let you pay for it.  In fact, she wants to see you
out in the kitchen."

"Boys, I'll be right back."  I got off my barstool and walked back to talk
some sense into Dinah.  She walked out of the kitchen and put her hands on
her hips.

"Now, Sean, you're not paying for this, and if you don't bring those boys
in here at least once a week until they're old enough for me to lust after
then I'm going to tell the whole world that you take viagra!  No, don't
give me that!  You're doing a good thing here and I want to show my
appreciation for it!  Get your boys home and make sure you come back here
and let me see these little darlings a lot!"

I turned to the boys and shouted down the bar.  "Well, guys, I think we
have a standing invitation to come in and see Dinah.  I'm sure glad you
liked the food, because we're coming in at least once a week because I'm
afraid of those bosoms!"  I ducked for what surely would be a swat from
Dinah, then I walked back to join the boys.

We walked back to the car and drove home.

The afternoon flew by.  We unloaded all the clothes and the playstation and
put the clothes away.  Then Cale and I hooked up the playstation.  At about
3:30, Peter and Cale were killing monsters on the video.  Sasha had played
the first game, and Peter had beaten him.  We sat up on the couch together
and watched the other boys.  He slumped against me, and before I knew it,
he was asleep.

I was tired as well.  I guess I'd probably have to start taking vitamins to
keep up with these three.  I stretched out on the couch and pulled Sasha on
top of me, and we dozed for a while, video game noises seeping into our
dreams.

I was awakened by a nudge on my shoulder.  Cale whispered in my ear.

"Uncle Sean!  Sasha's humping you!"

I looked at him, then at Peter, and they were about to burst from laughing.
Then I felt another stab in my crotch.  Sasha was indeed thrusting into me
in his sleep.

I pulled my left arm off Sasha and motioned the boys to me.  Then I
whispered.  "I know this looks funny, but if either of you tease him about
this I'll take away your pool privileges for a week!  Now let me handle
this so Sasha isn't embarrassed, OK!"  I winked at them only after they
solemnly nodded at my threat.

I then pulled Sasha up and kissed him.  I kissed his cheek, and then his
ear, and then his lips.  His eyes finally opened and he yawned and stopped
thrusting.  I hugged him tight.

"I think we'd better get up, kiddo!  Otherwise those two will eat dinner
without us."

I lifted him up and went to the kitchen.  "I figure you boys won't be
hungry for a while.  I'm going to thaw some hamburger.  Then we'll go for a
walk and get some buns and lemonade at the Wawa!  Anyone without clothes on
in two minutes gets left behind!"

The boys all scrambled and I waited longer than two minutes because Peter
and Sasha took a while getting into their new shoes.  Then we left.

It was about 6:00 and we walked over to the Italian Market, then up 9th
Street to South Street.  Cale and I hadn't walked down South Street before.

"Peter, Sasha, did you guys walk down South Street during the last few
days?"  They shook their heads and gawked.  Everyone giggled at the
lingerie store.  And the beanie peenies at the condom store drew huge
giggles -- beanie babies in the shape of penises!  We stopped in GapKids
and I got sweatshirts and hats for the three of them, but it was too hot
for them to wear.  I then led them around to look at the other sights.

We walked down Front Street to finish our walk.

We got hamburger buns and lots of lemonade at the Wawa, and three big bags
of M&Ms.  I figured boys need chocolate to grow on!

We finally got home and stowed our things away.  I packed buns, hamburgers
and fixings on one tray, and then put plates, glasses and a bottle of
lemonade on another.

We walked up the steps, with each of Peter and Cale carrying trays and I
showed the boys up to the roof deck.  I carried the hamburger and BBQ
tools.

Once again I got great reactions out of Peter and Sasha!  Sasha immediately
ran to the wall, and Cale and Peter followed after putting down their trays
on the table.  Cale was pointing out where Dinah's was when I came up
behind them.  Sasha was having trouble seeing over the Wall, so I picked
him up.

"Guys, isn't the view great?"  I turned towards downtown and pointed out
the bigger buildings in the distance.  "We'll go see the skyscrapers
tomorrow after we all go to my work.  I'll take you in that really big one,
ok?"

Cale spoke first.  "We're going to your work?  Why?"

"Well, boys, I'm going to arrange my schedule for the fall so I can be with
you more during the day!  I've got to see my secretary and get everything
lined up!  And if my call in the morning works, I'm going to sign you boys
up for school in the fall!  So we have another busy day!"

"Peter, you know how to start a fire?"

Peter came over and we started the Barbeque, then I let it warm up.  We
admired the view for a while, and Cale went and got cards, and the boys
played while I cooked the burgers.

We ate and played spades until dark.  The boys had a big appetite still,
but Cale just ate one burger.  I was glad to see Peter and Sasha eat
hearty.

When the sun went down I saw a few yawns, so we gathered all the plates and
stuff and headed downstairs.  We put the dishes away amid yawns all around.
Then we headed up and the boys got undressed, and I tucked Peter and Sasha
in.  I kissed them goodnight and Cale climbed in the bed and gave them both
kisses and hugs!  He's such a loving boy!  I was proud!

We went and brushed our teeth, got undressed and climbed into bed.  Cale
immediately got me in a stranglehold and we kissed for a while.  It was
good!  As tired as I was, my penis rose to the challenge, and Cale's was
hard the whole time.

We rested, and Cale spoke.  "So, Uncle Sean, do you want to feel my dick?"

"Cale, I saw you yawning earlier!  Are you still horny even with the
yawning?"

"What's horny?"

"Oh, Cale, that's when you're dick is telling you what to do!  When your
little head down there does the thinking."  I reached down and squeezed it
softly.

"Yeah!  I want to play!"

"Well, lay down, and I'll help you get rid of that little hard thing,
Cale."

Cale lay down and I moved down the bed and tongued his navel with my
fingers playing over his penis and testicles -- small little jewels.  He
was insistent, though, thrusting through my fingers.  I moved in to lick at
the prize.

He was thrusting still, and it was all I could do to capture it with my
lips.  At first I only caught the foreskin, and it caught between my teeth.
Just for a second, and before Cale got a yelp out I slipped his whole rod
into my mouth.  I decided to get this over with quick.  I sucked hard, and
drew him in and out quick.  Cale bucked.  He squealed and rocked, but I
kept my mouth on him We rolled on the bed for a while and then Cale started
thrusting in earnest.  I accepted him into my throat, and he thrusted time
and again.  I had problems keeping his dick in my mouth he was so
insistent, but he finally peaked, then Cale shook and practically jerked
his penis out of my mouth.

"It tickles!"  Cale was still panting.  I drew myself up and wrapped him in
my arms.

"Cale, it's always a little sensitive right after.  Mine is more so because
I come."  I kissed his cheeks and petted his cheeks.  "That was fast, Cale,
like you'd been waiting all day!"

"I was!  Peter and me played with each other lots, but he doesn't know how
to do it.  You know, make me come!"

"Darn, Cale, I promised to show him, didn't I?  And then we just forgot
about it!  I hope he isn't mad!"

"Well, if you'd shown him then it would have been longer until you got to
me!  I was dying -- it was hard all day!  I couldn't wait!"  Cale turned
and kissed me hard on the mouth.  "Thanks, Uncle Sean!"

"Cale, I should thank you!  It feels almost electric sucking that little
dick!  It's so pretty and it tastes like, ah, er, it tastes like my
favorite boy!  No other thing like it!  You can have lasagna, I'll take
Cale dick morning noon and night!"  I reached down and cupped his balls --
his penis was starting to rise again.

Cale started kissing my neck and nuzzling.  "I'm tired, but I want to do
yours too!  I feel in pressing me there!  Lay down and close your eyes!"
Cale looked me in the eyes with a lascivious grin on his face.  He kissed
my lips quickly and then picked up the sheets and blanket and draped it
over his head as he dove to my crotch.

I felt Cale's tongue on my balls, and his hands were working as well all
over the shaft of my dick.  One hand gripped my shaft and the other held
onto my thigh while Cale worked his tongue over my shaft.  He was teasing
me.  He worked his tongue up almost to the head and then back down.  I
opened my eyes for a second, but just saw the dark of the room.  I closed
them again.  It was like all my senses were being played by Cale like a
piano.

Finally, after what seemed ages, Cale paid attention to the head of my
dick, which was pumping and oozing the whole time.  He drank in the
pre-cum, licking and slurping.  I reached down and put my hand on his
shoulder, wanting more contact.

Slowly he slipped his mouth over the end of my dick.  It was all I could do
not to thrust it into his mouth.  Then I heard something that broke my
concentration.

I opened my eyes to find Peter next to the bed, his dark eyes showing
bright in the dark.  I gripped Cale's shoulder and he froze.

"Peter, what are you doing up?"

"Um, I think you -- I mean we -- forgot!  You were going to show me how to
get this thing to go down!  It's been hard since I went to bed.  And Sasha
went to sleep right away.  It keeps me awake!  Where's Cale?"

Cale was frozen, his lips locked on the end of my penis and his breath
coming hot from his nose blew on my shaft.  As awkward as this was, Sean
Junior did not shrink.

"Um, Peter, I already helped Cale with his erection.  Now he's helping me
with mine.  You caught us in the middle!  I think next time you'd better
knock!"  Before he left in shock or started crying from my mild scolding I
grabbed him and pulled him to me.

"Come here!  I think I can show you while Cale helps me."  I slipped a hand
down and felt his hard dick as he perched on the edge of the bed.  Cale
nibbled at me.  I guess he approved.  But Peter looked bewildered.

I whispered to Peter.  "Remember that kiss by the pool this morning?  Well,
I think we ought to finish what I started there.  Get up here and put it
close so I can kiss it.

Peter was still a bit shocked, but he obeyed, straddling my chest and his
dick and balls bobbed before me.  Meanwhile, Cale sucked hard on the head
of my penis.  I gasped and pulled Peter to me with my hands on his butt
cheeks.  I sucked in his balls quickly and he spasmed in my arms.  He shot
his hands up and braced himself on the headboard.

"Unh!  Oh!"  Peter was mine!  He forgot the thought that Cale was doing
something mysterious to me, and surrendered to my lips.  I worked up his
shaft and engulfed him.  Cale began to work me in earnest, bobbing up and
down and pausing each time to suck up my pre-cum.

I gripped Peter's cheeks in my hands, my fingers entering his cleft and
touching his crack.  I needed to get him done fast, because I knew I'd lose
all concentration in moments as I erupted myself.

I sucked at his head, tongued his little slit, then plunged his penis all
the way into my mouth.  I caught Cale's rhythm and started bobbing on
Peter's dick as Cale bobbed on mine.  I was near.  Peter started thrusting,
and my hips began to move involuntarily as well.

Peter reached down, insistent, and grabbed me by the hair.  "Unh!  Unh!"
He stopped my thrusting and held himself in my mouth, panting and moaning!
I erupted at the same time, forgetting all about warning Cale.  The bed was
a mass of moaning boys.  Cale stayed and swallowed -- I could feel his
throat working.

Peter let go of my head and pulled himself from my mouth, and Cale rose
from my penis and through the blankets.  I soon had two boys hugging me!

Peter spoke first.  "Sean, I can't believe you did that!  It felt so good
and it almost made me crazy at the end."

Cale spoke.  "You should see how his feels!  Gosh, it gets really big at
the end right before it bursts!"

Peter looked at Cale, evidently forgetting that Cale was working on me
while he got the treatment.  "Did you suck Sean's?  Didn't that sticky
stuff come out?"

Cale blushed and nodded his head, and I gave them both a squeeze.  Then
Cale flashed his devilish grin!  "Want to taste it?"

Peter stared blankly and nodded.

"Well, you can taste it by kissing me, but I think I left some down there!"
He touched my dick, and it was definitely still slippery, if a lot smaller
already.  Cale lifted the sheet off me!

"Look, it's getting littler already."  Both boys left my arms to inspect my
dick.

"It's your fault it's shrinking, Cale!  Boy, I didn't think you'd stay on
it!  That was great!"  I shouted the last bit, as Peter surprised me by
starting licking at the semen on my penis.  "Careful around the head,
Peter, it's really sensitive right afterwards.  And don't do that too much
or it will grow again!"

Cale giggled and Peter licked a few more times.

"It tastes funny.  A little like salad dressing or something."  Peter came
back into my arms, and Cale followed.

"Well, I've been eating garlic both of the last two days.  I think it
tastes a little like what you last had to eat."  They both giggled, but
their energy level was fading fast.

"Guys, it's going to be great sleeping holding you both, but don't you
think we ought to make sure Sasha is OK?  Let me go get him and bring him
in here so he doesn't wake up alone in the middle of the night."

I disentangled myself and left the room, penis swaying, proud of itself
like a runner after a race.  I scooped up Sasha all sprawled on the bed.
He was drooling.

We walked back in my bedroom and I climbed in.  Cale and Peter were already
asleep, dead to the world.  It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds
since I'd left.  I covered them up and then got in bed with Sasha in my
arms.  I kissed him for a while on the cheeks and then spooned him into me
to fall asleep.  The last I remembered I was kissing the hair at the back
of his neck.

We all slept once more.