Date: Fri, 29 Oct 2004 21:41:08 -0500
From: H. Rick Cantwell <zestful@myexcel.com>
Subject: Rascal Part Seven

Rascal Part Seven
Debrief and Depart

(M/M, Oral, Anal, Incest)

	This is a continuing story.  Constructive criticism is
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	Disclaimer:  Read chapters 1 though 6 for the disclaimer.

	Devoted readers, thanks for your words of encouragement.
However, I tried to email SOME of you but it came back
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Love you all (even those not specifically mentioned here),
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you and NEW readers will help keep alive the desire to continue
this tale.  --Dick Hickey.
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Rascal Part Seven
Debrief and Depart

	We awoke Saturday morning, refreshed--Ryan and me, anyway.
Lyle was in the same double bed with us, lying on the other side of
Ryan with his back to the center of the bed.  It was a man-boy-man
sandwich of pressed flesh.  Lyle's beefy body, Ryan's diminutive
frame and then my own lithe stature filled the mattress to capacity.
I was facing the other double bed, with my back to Ryan, watching
Kevin and Luke 69ing on their morning woodies.  Ryan had his head
resting on the bony deltoid area of my shoulder.
	In barely a whisper, so as not to wake his dad, I guess, Ryan
said, "Nice."
	I nodded my head in agreement.
	Still whispering, he said, "Wouldn't it be awesome to wake up
every morning and watch people having sex?"
	"It would probably get boring after a while."
	"Nugh ugh!" Ryan said in total disbelief of my presumed
blasphemy.  His left hand snaked down and over my hip to grip my cock.
"I love the feel of you Daddy Two."
	"I love the feel of you feeling me, Rascal."  I turned my head
slightly, knowing he would give me a light peck on the lips before
diverting our attention back to the floor show--or in this case, the
bed show.
	Last night, after his afternoon ordeal, it was decided that Ryan
would have no more sex until morning.  Then his father and I would
evaluate his condition.  Although he whined and whimpered, sticking out
his lower lip in a pout, I think he was secretly glad.  To distract him
from his carnal desires, Lyle drove the two of us to my car.  We
brought along enough gas to get us back to the cabin where we could
fill it up more easily.
	The action in the bed across from us wrestled me from my reverie.
Kevin rolled onto his back, forcing Luke to get on his hands and knees
in order to keep sucking Kevin's dick and still get sucked BY him.  It
was one of the first ways Kevin and I made love--back when I was in
prison.  He told me at the time, it gave his partners the opportunity
to take as much of his cock as they could accommodate, but at their own
pace.
	For me, it was a godsend.  I was used to having huge cocks forced
down my throat but with Kevin, I learned how to not only take it more
easily, but how to make a cock that big feel good, too--or better than
most guys, I guess.  To thrust a cock down someone's throat feels good,
but to have that throat work its muscular magic on it is even better.
It was that muscular magic I was able to learn from Kevin's present
position.
	It looked like he was training Luke, too, in the fine art of
sucking monster meat.  I elbowed Ryan gently and pointed to my throat.
Then we watched Luke's throat make swallowing motions as, inch-by-inch,
he consumed more and more of Kevin's cock.  My own cock leaked a drop
or two of pre-cum.  Ryan absentmindedly brought his hand to his mouth
and licked it off before resuming his lazy stroking of my half-hard
cock.
	His own fat cock was pressed against the meaty flesh of my ass
but he was only humping me half-heartedly because he was mesmerized by
the performance of Kevin and Luke.
	"What's Kevin doing?" Ryan whispered.
	I saw Kevin's tongue tightly wrapped under Luke's foreskin.
"Mushroom hunting."
	"Huh?"
	"He's sticking his tongue under Luke's foreskin to try and find
some smegma.  He's using his tongue kinda like you would use your finger
to flick a mushroom out of the ground.  You know, the mushroom head on
your cock?" I whispered.  I don't know why we were whispering because I
was fairly sure they could hear us.
	"Oh, mushroom hunting.  Huh!" Ryan said, storing that tidbit of
information away for later.
	"A friend of mine thinks it got that name because of the taste."
	"The stuff called smegma, right?" Ryan asked.
	"Yeah.  Well, this friend of mine thinks the act of cleaning out
the cockcheese is like picking the mushrooms out from under the crown--
and of course, it tastes a little like fresh mushrooms, too."
	"Humm." Ryan processed that information.  "I like mushrooms."
	Kevin began to move again.  Once they were repositioned, both men
were on their knees, facing each other.  Kevin pressed the piss slit of
HIS cock up to LUKE'S piss slit and pulled Luke's foreskin out and away
until he was able to wrap it around the head of his own cock.
	"That's called cock-docking," I said, "or docking for short."
	"Well, neither one of THEM are short!" Ryan giggled.
	Kevin began jacking Luke's abundant skin over both cockheads.
Because Kevin's was so bulbous and the skin was stretched so tight, it
didn't slip off.
	"I want you to cum, baby.  Can you do that for me?" Kevin
pleaded.
	"Not a problem," Luke said.  "I just about came in your mouth
while you were suckin' me."
	"Do you need to jack it off or am I doin' okay?"
	"You're doin' fine."
	"I know some guys can't cum by jacking off unless they do it
themselves."
	"Doin' fine.  Gettin' close," Luke said breathily.
	I saw his thighs quiver and then they jerked like they wanted to
squeeze together but of course, they couldn't because his full weight
was on them.
	"Ungh ... uhhh ... UNGH!" Luke moaned.
	The only way you could tell he had cum was from the squishy sound
Kevin's fist made as he continued to stroke his own cock to orgasm.
After Kevin's spasms subsided and his hips quit involuntarily jerking
his cock into the tunnel of flesh, he squeezed the foreskin tight
and eased his cock out.  Pinching the skin closed, Kevin repositioned
himself so he was on his back with his head beneath Luke's now
deflating cock.
	He stuck out his tongue, gently rested Luke's cock on the tip of
it, curled his tongue until it made a trough and released the foreskin.
Both loads of jism gushed out torrentially down the fleshy sluice into
Kevin's mouth.  As Kevin kept milking Luke's cock, additional globs
oozed out of the ample foreskin.  Then, Luke fell forward and began
cleaning up Kevin's cock, too.
	Ryan raised his sticky fingers to my mouth and I licked my pre-
cum off.  I felt the bed bounce as Lyle turned over.
	"You guys startin' without me?" Lyle asked.
	"Those two are already done," I said with a jerk of my head
toward the other bed.  "You just missed the most awesome display of
mushroom hunting and cock docking ... and cum sucking I've ever seen!
Man!  My dick's so hard you could crack it with the swat of a
feather."
	"Good.  That's the way we're gonna keep it for today," Lyle said.
	Ryan's eyes got huge in disbelief.  "No way!"
	"If you two are done performing," Lyle said to Luke and Kevin,
"I'd suggest we get some breakfast.  We've got a debriefing to get
through today."
	Ryan offered to fix bacon and scrambled eggs.  With Ryan's help,
telling or showing me where things were, we were soon sitting around the
table eating.  Lyle sat at one end, Ryan and I sat on one side while
Kevin and Luke sat across from us.
	"Can we stay naked all day?" Ryan asked.
	"It's okay with me," Lyle said, "but the others can do whatever
they want."
	"Fine by me," Luke said.  "I was a little uncomfortable yesterday
... you know, being naked in front of the boss isn't all that
commonplace.  But now, I guess I'm okay with it."
	"Good.  If there's anything I can do to ... well, make it up to
you for putting you in this situation ..."
	"Uh, there is ONE thing," Luke said, shoveling a forkful of
scrambled eggs in his mouth.
	"What's that?" Lyle asked.
	"Don't let that demon child of yours anywhere near me.  He'd
wear me out in less than 24 hours."  Luke smiled at Ryan.
	Ryan threw him an air kiss.  "I love you, too."
	"Actually," Luke said, "you already have made it up to me."  He
reached over and gripped Kevin's hand.  "You introduced me to Kevin."
	"I don't want to rain on your wedding plans but I felt the same
way about Kevin once.  Trust me, he ain't the marryin' kind," I said.
	"Don't worry," Luke said.  "It's not love.  We just have a lot in
common.  It's ... well, last night after you guys went to bed, we went
out on the porch to talk."
	"I'm just warning you," I said, "he'll use you to get what he
wants and then turn on you."
	"He has the video," Kevin said.  "I can't use him like I do
everyone else.  Besides, I think I've met my match when it comes to
..."
	"Let's just say we have similar interests," Luke said.
	"Well," Lyle said, "until after the debriefing, we all keep our
hands to ourselves."  Then, looking at Ryan, he added, "That includes
mouths, assholes, and anything else your diabolical little mind can
come up with."  He reached over and ruffled Ryan's hair.  "How you
feeling, Rascal?"
	"Better.  Last night I was kinda sore."
	"Kinda or really?"
	After a thoughtful evaluation, Ryan said, "My ass was kinda sore
but my lips were really sore, once the numbness went away."
	Luke got up long enough to retrieve a notepad and a mechanical
pencil from the videocam backpack.
	I hadn't seen anyone use a mechanical pencil in years.  He
pressed down on the eraser end and a small point of lead--graphite
actually-- appeared at the stylus end.  'I wonder if they still make
refills,' I thought before it occurred to me that they must, if Luke
was still using one.  He made a quick note.  I presumed the debriefing
had begun.
	Lyle reached for the platter of eggs and scraped another pile
onto his plate.  "Pass the toast, would you, Kevin?"
	'This is obviously going to be a working breakfast,' I thought as
I slid two more slices of bacon onto my plate.
	"So," Lyle said, "after you ran out of gas and knew you had to
walk to the cabin, how did you feel?"
	"I was okay for the most part," Ryan said, "because Uncle Dickey
was with me."
	"But you said something about bears," I said.
	"Well, yeah.  I'd heard people around the lake talk about bears,
but I've never actually seen one.  Anyway I think I was already nervous
'cuz I was worryin' about the bears," Ryan said, "so when Kevin showed
up, I was relieved."
	"Because you thought you would have a safe place to get
away from the bear?" Lyle asked.
	"Yeah.  But when Uncle Dickey told me to run, I got scared all
over again.  I mean, I knew he must have had some reason or he
wouldn't have sounded so scared himself."
	"Kevin and I have a distressing history," I said looking across
the table at Kevin with a scowl.
	"So what did you learn from that?" Lyle asked.
	"Uh ... well, don't assume that just any available option is
always the best option."
	"You mean, just because there was a van available ..." Lyle said.
	"Yeah ... it looked like a good choice but, of course, it wasn't--
I mean, not if Kevin had been a REAL kidnapper."
	"Then you ran.  What was going through your mind?" Lyle asked.
	"I wanted to get Uncle Dickey to safety.  I knew if we could get
to the cabin, we could lock the door."
	"Good," Lyle said but with a reserved tone.
	"But he could come through the window," I said.
	"Dad's gun cabinet!" Ryan said, pointing to the gun case as if
he'd just thought about it. "We'd have guns!"
	"Okay," Lyle said.  "Where's the key to the ammo?"
	Ryan looked at his father with a blank stare.  "I don't know."
	"So getting to the cabin and having an empty gun is useless,
wouldn't we agree?"
	"Uh, yeah, I guess so."
	"Could you shoot a man if you had to?"  Luke asked the same
question I was asking myself.
	Hanging his head in shame, Ryan said, "No, I'm pretty sure if I
shot someone, it would be by accident."
	"So the learning lesson is ...?"
	Ryan thought for a moment.  "Just like the van, the cabin wasn't
my best choice?"
	"Not if you refuse to use a gun," Lyle said, like it was a
correct answer instead of an accusation.
	"But I HATE guns!" Ryan pouted.  "But I guess if you want me to,
I'll learn how to use them."
	"It's useless if you can't shoot someone," Luke said.
	"That's not fair," I said.  "You don't know that he WOULDN'T
shoot someone ... under extreme circumstances."
	"The one thing you DON'T want to do is fire a weapon under
stress," Lyle warned.
	"Besides," Luke said, "it takes a certain kind of person, a
certain callousness, to shoot someone.  It's not something
EVERYone can do.  It doesn't make you a bad person, it just makes you
a bad gun handler."
	"Is there something else you could have done yesterday?" Lyle
asked.
	"Spraining my ankle didn't help," Ryan said scornfully.
	"I thought about going in another direction," I said, "hoping to
distract them from Ryan, but before I could do that, I thought I should
stay with Ryan in case they caught up with him.  I thought I'd be able
to protect him."  I dropped my gaze in shame.
	"With Ryan being the primary target, they wouldn't have chased
after you.  Sticking together was the right thing to do in this case,"
Lyle said.  "Don't beat yourself up about it."
	"Good," I said, glad I'd made the right decision.
	"I could have headed for the lake," Ryan said in a tone like he
was wondering if that would have been a viable option.
	"Why would you head there?" Lyle asked in an encouraging rather
than accusatory tone.
	"Uh ... well, I could ... swim over to the neighbors ... maybe?"
	"What advantage would you get from being in the water?"
	"Uh ..."
	"Better yet, think of it the other way.  What disadvantage would
you force your kidnapper to endure by going in the lake?"
	"If he can't swim, I've got the advantage."
	"Or if you're too far ahead of him for him to catch up," Lyle
added.  "What about his vehicle?"
	"Well, he wouldn't be able to follow me into the lake," Ryan
said, pleased with his choice of an alternative means of escape.  "Oh!
And if he wanted to follow me around the lake in the van, he couldn't
because there's no one road that goes all the way around the lake!"
	"Now we're getting somewhere.  Okay.  You're in the lake and
you're looking for the best place to come ashore.  What places do you
avoid?"
	"Near the road, the boat ramp, uh ... the open beach."
	"Good."
	"That's fine if he's kidnapped here at the lake," I said, "but
what about home or school ... or, god forbid, MY place?"
	"That's why this is important.  What he learns from this
experience, he can apply to those other venues," Lyle said.
	"Where to run, where to hide," Luke said.  "Generally, you don't
go UP into a building, you go down and out--even though you see people
in the movies doing it wrong all the time.  It's too easy to get
trapped on the roof or in an attic."
	"Or a basement," Ryan said, apparently comprehending what he
needed to think about.
	"Now, Ryan," Lyle said gravely, "we need to talk about what I put
you through yesterday.  To most people, it was unforgivable."  He
looked directly at me.  "But for me, it would be unforgivable if I
didn't prepare you in some way for what could happen to you ... because
of who I am and what I do for the FBI."
	"I know, Daddy.  I'm not mad.  I mean, at first, I thought we
were in the kidnap scenario you had planned, but when all those other
guys showed up, I was sure it was the real thing."
	"So, all the way through that ordeal, you thought you were really
being kidnapped and raped?"
	"Yeah."
	"I know it sounds heartless, but that's what I needed you to
think."
	"I realize that now."
	"I hate to do it to you, but can you tell me how you felt."
	"When?"
	"Tell me what you remember.  What you don't remember might give
me a clue to what we need to work on--Dick and me--to help you protect
yourself."
	"Well, like I said, by the time they handcuffed me, I was scared.
Oh, and I didn't like the gag.  I felt like I was gonna drown in my own
spit 'cuz I couldn't swallow properly."
	"Luke, make a note."  Lyle said in his at-the-office tone of
voice.
	Luke stopped lazily stroking his dick to write it down.
	"But when they ripped my clothes off.  Well, it hurt when they
yanked on the seams until they ripped ..."  Ryan lowered his head
bashfully, "... but I kinda liked being seen naked by all those guys."
	"I saw him bone up." I said.  "I couldn't tell if it was from
thrill or fear.
	It occurred to me that in just a few short months, Ryan had gone
from bashful to confident about being naked.
	"You're becoming a little exhibitionist, you know," Lyle scolded
good-naturedly.
	"I saw him bone up, too," Kevin said.  "Like father, like son."
	"I wish I WAS as big as Daddy."
	"You're well on your way," Kevin said.  "It makes my peter hard
just thinking about how big you are."
	Ryan smiled but blushed.  He was also starting to get a hard-on
from all the talk about what happened to him.
	"So, what else do you remember," Lyle asked, steering us back on
course.
	"Kevin made me suck him.  Nice dick, dude!  Was your daddy part
elephant?"
	"Only the part that counts," Kevin said, stroking his meat
casually.
	"Anyway, I kinda liked that!  You know me!  But I didn't like
being handcuffed.  I'd have sucked him anyway."
	"I know, but 'the kidnapper' didn't know that," Lyle said,
scratching quote marks in the air with his fingers.  "Kevin didn't know
you were gay.  He only knew Dick was."
	"Really?"
	"Yep.  Couldn't tell him.  Otherwise his reaction to you would
have been different."
	"Like how?"
	"Easier, harder, it doesn't matter.  It would have been
different."
	"I guess I know what you mean," Ryan said wisely.
	"There are times when you don't want your kidnapper to know you
like something," Luke said, "or they might try to think up even nastier
shit to put you through."
	"But you don't want to aggravate them either, so you might want
to protest--but not fight--whatever it is they're forcing you to do."
	"Yeah, I think I understand," Ryan said.  "I have to feel 'em
out, go with the flow ..."
	"Exactly.  Even though it's not always easy to figure out.  What
else?" Lyle asked.
	"Then, let's see. Oh, yeah!  Marcus!  Damn he was black!  For as
big as he was, I thought he'd be rough but he was just a big ol'
pussycat."
	"Yeah, like a panther," I said.
	"Uh huh," Ryan said.  "Then all the other guys took over."
	"Wait a minute," Lyle said.  "You didn't say how you felt about
Marcus or what he did to you.  Is there anything you remember?"
	"No, nothing special," Ryan said thoughtfully.
	I saw Lyle look at Luke and I watched Luke make a note.  He had
switched his jacking hand so he didn't interrupt the lazy stroking
motion he was enjoying on his cock.
	"And the other guys?" Lyle asked.
	"At first, I loved gettin' it at both ends.  It was ... exciting
... uh, sensational."
	"Sensational?" Lyle asked, confused.
	"Yeah, like a lot of sensations all at one time."
	"You mean sensation-FILLED."
	"Ya got that right.  My mouth was filled, my nose was filled with
their pubic hair--except yours," Ryan said glancing down at his
father's newly acquired baldness.  "My ass was filled... and then my
arms started to ache ..."  Then Ryan realized what he'd said.  He got
wide-eyed and screamed, "Oh my God!  I sucked your dick!  I sucked your
dick, Daddy!"
	Ryan flew around the corner of the table to wrap his arms around
his father's neck and started to cry.  "I sucked your dick, Daddy.  Oh,
my god!  I love you, Daddy.  You're the best Daddy in the whole world!"
	"I love you, too, son.  I want you to always remember that.  But
go sit down so we can continue this debriefing."
	"Hey, Rascal," I said, trying to inject a little humor, "I
thought you told me every one always wore briefs during your
debriefings."
	"Not any more," Ryan giggled as he returned to sit in his chair
next to me.  "Well, anyway, those guys just kept fuckin' me and I kept
suckin' 'em until it wasn't fun anymore.  I tried to make it fun, you
know, try to match which cock in my mouth was which one that had been
up my ass and in what order.  For a while I tried to do it by the
numbers but after a while, I lost track.  That's when it got boring.
Oh, and when I sucked the ones who had already fucked me--awesome!
That's when I got my second wind. so to speak."
	"Wind ... blowjob ... yeah, we get it," I said rolling my eyes.
	Ryan giggled again and his hard-on slapped gently against his
tummy.
	'God I love the sound of his giggles,' I thought.
	"Oh yeah.  The strain on my legs.  That was the worst!"
	"What could you have done to change that?" Lyle asked.
	"Uh, I don't know.  Uh ... kneel down?"
	"But the twigs and stones ..." I said.
	"Besides they might have just pulled me up into a standing
position again," Ryan said.
	"Even so, it would have given you a minute to relax." Luke said,
implying Ryan gave the correct answer.  "And the pain from the twigs
and stones could help take your mind off the pain in your legs.  It's a
little gimmick we use called 'pain transference.'"
	"Oh yeah!" Ryan said, excitedly as he tucked that tidbit of
information into his mental file folder.
	"In fact," Luke said, "I saw Dick was in an uncomfortable
position.  That's why I had him straddle the log."
	"That's right.  I made a mental note to thank you," I said.
	"I can think of a good way right now," Luke said, standing just
long enough to wave his hard-on at me.
	"Gentlemen ..." Lyle admonished.
	"And no smegma this time.  I promise" Luke said.
	"Yeah, why would you make Luke make his dick nasty like that,
Daddy?"
	"After seeing the other twelve guys were circumcised, I needed
someone to test Dick's reaction to the unexpected--while in the middle
of a dilemma."
	"What kind of reaction were you expecting?" I asked, confused.
	"Anything ... or nothing.  I needed to know if you'd start
worrying about your own discomfort or if Ryan would remain your focus."
	"What the hell could I do?"
	"Just exactly what you did.  You overcame the adversity ..."
	"Revulsion is more like it!" I said.
	"The other thing," Luke said, "was you could have puked."
	"I almost did," I confessed.
	"That's another diversionary tactic you can use against your
captor," Luke said.  "Under normal circumstances, puking on your
assailant turns 'em off REAL quick!  The element of surprise works to
your advantage, too."
	"It might give you just enough time to escape," Lyle said.
	"Of course, in this case, you were already cuffed, so it was best
that you didn't puke," Luke said.
	"What we're saying," Lyle said, "is you did good.  You did just
what I expected--or hoped--you'd do.  You didn't make it all about you
and your discomfort.  Ryan's safety came first."
	That made me feel better because I was still berating myself for
not being able to help him.
	"Talk about discomfort!  I didn't like that one guy using my arms
like the reins on a horse.  That hurt!"
	"Make a note, upper and lower body strength training," Lyle said.
"Oh, and add flexibility training."
	"Really!  Can I go to the gym with you?" Ryan asked excitedly.
	"We'll see," Lyle said.
	Ryan grinned impishly at me.
	I recalled an inside secret Ryan told me once.  "When Daddy says,
'We'll see,' he really means 'yes.'"
	"What else do you remember?" Lyle asked.
	I liked Lyle's way of interrogating Ryan.  He asked open-ended
questions.  He didn't "lead" Ryan in any one direction by asking "What
did you think of so-and-so or such-and-such."  He left it up to Ryan to
recall what he could remember.
	"Oh, man!  Just before I collapsed, there at the end, my prostate
was so fuckin' whacked!"
	Hearing Rascal use foul language was such a departure from his
angelic looking outward appearance that it was a turn-on for me.
	"Each time I started to get fucked, I thought I'd bust a nutt but
the time it took for each guy to change places was just enough time for
me to recover.  By the time the last guy was done, I needed to cum so
bad I was seein' stars--literally!"
	"I bet you were," Lyle said.  "Shit!  I was ready to cum just
watchin' ya."
	"Really!  It turned ya on just watchin' me?" Ryan asked proudly.
	"You could give the Pope a hard-on," Kevin said.
	"The whole time they were fuckin' my mouth, I was wondering if
any of them would cum.  I know it doesn't take some guys long before
they shoot."
	"That's why I hand-picked these guys.  They all have staying
power," Kevin said.
	"And I was hoping they would 'cuz I really wanted to check to
see if they had different flavors or not, but I was hoping they
wouldn't, too."
	"Why's that?" Lyle asked.
	"I wasn't sure about HIV and stuff.  The whole experience would
have been funner if I'd known for sure they were clean."
	"More fun," I said.
	"Yeah a whole lot more fun," Ryan said.
	"No.  'More fun,' not 'funner,'" Lyle corrected.
	Ryan rolled his eyes.  "Is this a debriefing or an English
class?"  Then he giggled again.  "Oh, and then, I heard Uncle Dickey
gettin' fucked.  I had my eyes closed 'cuz I was dizzy once I fell
down."
	Luke made a note.
	"When I tasted the spunk, I knew it was jism but then, I knew it
was something else, too.  That's when I opened my eyes and saw Uncle
Dickey's ass."  Then in a drawl, Ryan said, "It's so purdy.  I'd
recognize it anywhere."  Back in his serious tone he said, "I'd rimmed
him before, so that was nothing new but when I tasted the spunk, I knew
I had to have it all.  I'm sorry, Daddy, but I LOVE the taste of cum."
	Lyle twirled one hand around in the air impatiently in an effort
to keep Ryan on track.
	"Uh, let's see ... uh ... HEY, wait a minute!  Did you fuck Uncle
Dickey?" Ryan asked his dad.
	"Right after me," Kevin said.  "Why?"
	"Did you cum?"
	Lyle smiled.
	"Daddy!  I ate your cum!"  Ryan's whole body went into
convulsions and cum spurted out of his cock at least a foot above his
head and landed with a 'plop' in his lap.  Several more weaker spurts
jettisoned before his seizure stopped.  By the time he was done, he was
gripping the seat of his chair to hold himself in place.
	'Reliving all this, coupled with discovering he had eaten his
dad's cum, was enough to detonate his load.  I guess it's true what
they say about mind over matter,' I thought.
	Once he recovered, he continued.  "I didn't like it when all
those guys were pissing on you, Uncle Dickey.  They acted so mean and
nasty.  But then, when Kevin made me drink YOUR piss, I knew I could
do it because I love you.  It wasn't too bad, but nothing I'd go
looking for, necessarily."
	"So, Rascal, it looks to me like you made it through without any
permanent psychological scars.  Is there anything you experienced that
was uncomfortable, annoying, taxing?  Other than what you've already
mentioned?" Lyle asked.
	"I can't think of anything."
	"Well, if you do, don't be afraid to say something."
	"Let me get these dishes," I said, looking at the wall clock.  "I
can't believe it's almost noon."
	"I'll help," Ryan said eagerly.
	After the breakfast dishes were done, the five of us spent most
of the afternoon getting the cabin ready for the summer season.  For
such a small place, there was a lot of dusting, sweeping and vacuuming
to do.
	"What surprises me, Lyle," I said, "is the stark contrast between
the mansion in town and this quaint little cabin."
	"A lot of people say that," Lyle said.  "You know how opposites
attract?"
	"Yeah," I said.
	"Well, it's kinda like that.  I need to maintain the fashionable
home for work purposes, but if the truth be told, I really prefer the
simple life.  This cabin helps satisfy that need."
	"When we first bought it," Ryan said, "we had to go out back to
poop."
	"You remember that?" Lyle asked.  "You were only five or six."
	"It's not something you're likely to forget on a hot summer day,
Daddy.  Phew!" Ryan said, pinching his nose.
	"That's the one concession I made for Amanda," Lyle said,
thrusting a thumb at the bathroom cubicle.
	I had used it before going to bed.  It had a square metal shower
stall, a toilet and one of those little sinks that fit in a corner.
	"That and the boat.  She likes to ski.  Personally, I'd rather
relax when we come up here.  Would you guys be willing to help put in
the boat dock?  Ryan and I can do it but it would be a lot quicker with
the extra help."
	"Sure," Kevin said.
	"Glad to help," Luke said.
	"You don't have to, Luke," Lyle said.  "I'm not your boss when
we're up here."
	"You're still my boss, we're just not at work.  But I know what
you're trying to say.  I'm offering to help because you're a friend--
not because you're my boss."
	"Yeah," Ryan said.  "Otherwise, it would be brown-nosing.  Hey,
that's an idea!"
	"No!" I said, before Ryan had a chance to say anything more.  Of
course, I knew it had to be sexual whatever it was.  "We came up here
to get this place ready for the summer."
	"You're no fun," Ryan said.
	"So I've been told ... on several occasions ... by a little
rascal who thinks of nothing but sex all the time."
	Before we left the cabin, Lyle said, "We have to wear clothes
because a neighbor across the lake has a telescope.  He claims to be
the unofficial neighborhood watch captain.  If you ask me, he's just a
nosy S.O.B."
	"He can see Mars and Venus with it," Ryan said.  "And when you
look at the moon, it's like you could reach out and touch it."
	"I'm just afraid he's using it to look at Uranus," Lyle said with
a smile.
	We all chuckled before Kevin and I offered to get in the chilly
water to clamp the three different sections together.  Each was six
feet long and had U clamps underneath that needed to be bolted together
so they were safe and secure.  Luke and Lyle did the heavy lifting while
Ryan acted in a supervisory capacity.
	By the time we got the second section in, my teeth were
chattering.  "So, you've got a boat dock," I said, "where's the boat?"
	"We'll drive it up next weekend," Lyle said.  "There's one more
section.  You want to go in and warm up first?"
	"No, it'll just be worse getting cold a second time," I said.
	"I agree," Kevin said.  "My nuts have shrunk to the size of
peas."
	Fifteen minutes later the five of us took turns standing under
the warm shower spray.  The water was cold but the breeze off the lake
had chilled the other three, too.  'Or maybe they just like being
naked,' I thought.
	Looking at Kevin, Ryan said, "Your dick is the size of a cocktail
wiener!  Right now, mine is bigger than yours."
	Naturally, Ryan wanted to rub each of us to get the circulation
back into our cocks and balls.
	"Not now, Rascal," I said, "I've got to get ready to leave.  Work
tomorrow, you know."
	"Can I hitch a ride with you?" Luke asked, drying his hair by
roughly rubbing it with a towel.
	While Luke's face was still covered by the towel, Ryan stared
with lust at Luke's cock.
	"C'mon," I said in an attempt to distract Ryan before he did
something foolish.  "You can help me pack the car."
	"What's to pack?" Ryan asked.  "All you brought was your toiletry
kit."
	I gave him a stern look and said, "And you can carry it out for
me.  Let's go."
	At the car, Ryan pleaded, "Can't you phone in sick or something?"
	"No.  I have to drive Luke and Kevin back but, more importantly,
your dad wants some quality time with you alone."
	"Really!" Ryan shouted gleefully.
	"Don't get your hopes up," I said, seeing that look of lust in
his eyes again.  "I think he wants to talk to you about everything
that's been going on between you two."
	"That's next to nothing," Ryan said disgustedly.  "I mean, I
sucked him yesterday but I didn't know it was HIM, so that doesn't
really count."
	"Rascal, please," I said, squatting down so I didn't tower over
him, "let your dad take it at his own pace.  If you force him into
something he's not ready for, you might just force him to stop
altogether.  Do you want that?"
	"No," Ryan moaned.
	"Give me a kiss, big guy," I said, trying to lighten his mood.
	As I expected, he wrapped his arms around my neck and pecked me
on the lips and said,  "Don't run out of gas."
	"I won't," I said.  "But if you're worried, you can keep track of
my whereabouts using the computer.  Remember?"
	"I'm more worried about Kevin and Luke wearing you out while
you're waiting for a tow truck."
	"Hummm," I said with a grin.  "That would be a pleasant
diversion.  But like I said, I've got to go to work.  Besides, it looks
like those two only have eyes for each other."
	"Well, if you do have sex with them, you have to tell me all
about it," Ryan said.
	"Deal," I said.  "Would you go tell the others I'm ready to
leave?"
	Kevin and Luke tossed the steady cam in the trunk and then the
two of them got in the back seat.
	"We thought it was best if we sat back here," Kevin said.  "We
wouldn't want to distract you while you're driving."
	"Oh, don't worry about me," I said sarcastically, "I'd planned to
drive home alone anyway."
	We'd been on US-75 headed south for almost an hour and we'd
exhausted all the usual small talk.  We agreed on a CD to listen to and
I slipped it in the slot.  Just as the music kicked in, I saw movement
in the rearview mirror.  Kevin leaned over to engage Luke in a
passionate kiss.  I kept my eyes on the road but I heard zippers
sliding open.  Moments later, I glimpsed Kevin ducking his head into
Luke's lap.
	"Can you get these off?" Kevin asked.  "The zipper's cutting into
my chin."
	"Should I pull over at the next motel?" I asked a little angry
that I was relegated to being the chauffeur of their mobile whorehouse.
	"No," Kevin said, "but if you pass any truckers, pull up beside
them.  If they honk, stay alongside them and maintain your speed as
long as you can before other people want to pass."
	"I'm already doing 75," I said.
	"But the truckers have to do 65, so you'll be able to speed up
without going over the limit."
	"Jeez.  What I don't do for a little excitement in my life," I
said shaking my head in disbelief.  I also felt my cock begin to nudge
my zipper painfully.
	Luke lifted his ass off the seat and, after Kevin pulled Luke's
shorts off, he threw them up into the front seat with me.
	"What am I supposed to do with these?"
	"They're in the way back here.  Sniff 'em for all I care," Kevin
said.  Then Kevin's shorts came flying over the back of the seat, too.
	I unzipped and hauled my cock out into the fresh air.  "What the
hell," I said, "it's a long drive.  Might as well enjoy myself."
	"Don't cum while you're driving," Luke said.  "It's too
dangerous."
	"I'll keep that in mind when I hear the two of you in the throes
of orgasm."
	"Kevin's gonna blow me," Luke said, "then he's gonna drive while
I get you off.  Okay?"
	My pecker jerked at the thought.  "Take your time.  We've got
three more hours, at least," I said.
	I turned the tunes down to background-music decibel.  Then I
tilted the steering wheel down into a lower position and rested my cock
on it.  The slight road vibration mingled with the moans, groans and
slurping noises from the back seat helped to keep my pecker hard.
	"Call out the mileage when you see the next rest area sign," Luke
said, "I'll try to be done before we get there, but in the meantime,
I'd rather just enjoy this mouth for a while."
	About twenty minutes later I said, "Next rest area, twelve
miles."
	"No problem," Luke said, "I'm hotter'n a corkscrew at a wine
tasting party."
	As luck would have it, we had to slow down for the off ramp just
as we were coming up behind a big rig trucker.  "Oh, well," I said to
the trucker as if he could actually hear me, "your loss."
	Tucking my cock back in my shorts, I got out of the car, opened
the back door and handed Kevin his shorts.  He tossed them back up
front, jumped out, wearing only his T-shirt and raced around the open
door to jump in the driver's seat.
	Looking around, I realized no one saw him so I dropped my shorts
and climbed in the back.  Seeing Luke had his shirt off, I pulled mine
over my head, too.
	As Kevin pulled into the southbound traffic, Luke asked, "Blowjob
or butt fuck?"
	His luscious mouth was inviting but his ass was just too
tempting.  "Doggy style or missionary?" I asked.
	"Doggy style.  That way you can moon passing motorists."
	My cock leaked pre-cum at the thought.
	"Let's not waste that," Luke said, swiping the glistening bead
off my piss slit and rubbing it on his rosebud.  He clambered onto his
knees and lifted his ass till it came in contact with my cockhead.
"Whenever you're ready."
	My cock punctured his ass lips with only a minimum of resistance.
Even so, I slid in slowly, enjoying every snug millimeter as it
enveloped my cock.  Apparently, he was a well-trained bottom because he
didn't push back onto my dick as I eased it in tantalizingly slow.
	"Mmmm," Luke said.  "You know how to make a man feel REAL good."
	"He had a good teacher," Kevin said, trying to take all the
credit for my talents.
	"Hundreds of 'em while I was in prison, " I said, stealing his
thunder.
	"If prison turns out buttfuckers of this quality, more people
should spend time in prison."
	"Not everyone can take my meat as easily as you did.  Yet you're
tight as hell.  What's your secret?"  I began slow in and out fucking
motions.
	"Well, first of all, I don't let just anyone up there.  Also, I
do butt muscle crunches every chance I get."
	"Crunches, like stomach crunches?"
	"Yeah, only I use my butt muscles.  Like, on the elevator,
sitting at stop lights, waiting in the checkout lane at the grocery
store."  A vice-like grip strangled my cock in mid stroke.  "Like
that," Luke said as he relaxed it again.  "I try to do at least a
hundred a day."
	"God, I'd think it would give you an ass cramp."
	"It did at first, but like any muscle, it got stronger over
time."
	"We're coming up on a trucker," Kevin said.  "Give him a good
show."
	"Let's switch position," Luke said.  "Lay on your back with your
ass toward the passenger-side door.  Then, I'll sit on your cock and
lean forward onto your chest.  That way, he'll get a good view of your
monster meat plowing my ass."
	We were in position by the time Kevin passed alongside and began
maintaining the same speed as the trucker.  My left leg was bent at the
knee with my foot resting on the floorboard.  My right leg was up in
the air with my foot pressed against the rear part of the back window.
It was uncomfortable as hell, but once Luke slid down on my cock, I no
longer cared.  In less than thirty seconds, we heard one short blast on
the air horn.
	With Luke's help by lifting himself up a little, I began long-
dicking him.   When I felt Luke touch my cock, I instinctively knew
what he wanted.  I pulled all the way out, held it for a second or two
and shoved it back in.   With Luke helping to aim it each time, we were
able to keep this up for almost five minutes.  I was hoping the trucker
had several chances to enjoy Luke's wide open hole and watch the road,
too.
	"Damn traffic," Kevin said.
	I felt the car surge as Kevin tooted the horn twice and pulled
ahead of the truck.
	"That's okay," Luke said, "it'll give us a chance to switch
positions."
	I didn't say anything, leaving Luke to choreograph the next
backdoor ballet.
	"I'm gonna sit on your cock facing away from you.  Then I'm gonna
lean back onto your chest."
	Once he was in position, I realized the trucker would be able to
see not only my cock fucking Luke's ass but Luke jacking himself off,
too.  I felt the car swerve to the left and slow down.  Then, as the
trucker tooted his horn, I felt the cruise control engage--that slight
jolt as it stopped slowing down.
	"I'd love to see his face," Kevin said, "I bet he's drooling like
a teething baby."
	"I just hope he's not calling the cops," Luke said, even though a
shiver coursed through him as he said it.
	"Kevin and I have done this a dozen times," I said, continuing to
fuck Luke.  "He just flashes 'em his badge and they leave us alone."
	"There must be SOME cops out there that would turn you in," Luke
said as he spit in his hand and continued stroking his cock.
	"Oh, yeah, there are," I grunted as I continued lifting my ass
off the seat to fuck him, "but somewhere along the chain of command,
there's a corrupt cop or politician and Kevin knows 'em all--or so it
seems."
	"Take a rest boys," Kevin said, "traffic again."
	We pulled ahead of the trucker but before we could connect up
again he gave a long pull on his horn.
	"He's got his turn signal on.  Want to take this exit and keep
him entertained?" Kevin asked.
	"No," I said, "Lyle's got our blip on the computer.  He might
think something's wrong and send help needlessly."
	"Good call," Luke said. "Now I know why Lyle feels so comfortable
letting Ryan hang with you.  You remain level-headed no matter what's
goin' on around you."
	"Hey guys, the next rest area is twenty-three miles," Kevin
warned.
	"You got to suck me yesterday," Luke said, "how about if I suck
you today?"
	"Knock yourself out.  I need to stretch the kinks out of my legs
anyway.  I don't know how you ever folded yourself up to get into some
of those positions."
	"You'll know how, once Lyle and I put you and Ryan through your
strength and flexibility training."
	I didn't bother him while he went to work on my hard-on.  Several
times while fucking him, I had been close to cumming but I held off.
Now, I wanted--no, needed--release.  As my cock unloaded what felt like
a cup of cum down Luke's throat, I felt the car pull to the right and
begin to slow down.
	"Better get dressed," I said.  "This place looks busy with the
family types."
	After pulling into a parking space, Kevin tossed Luke's shorts
into the back seat.  We all struggled to get dressed before some little
kid decided to press his nose against the window.
	"I've gotta pee," I said.
	"Me, too," Luke said.
	"You two go ahead, I'll check out the concession stand and get us
something to eat," Kevin said.
	"Sounds good," I said as Luke and I headed to the rest room.  It
was one of those with ten urinals along one wall and sinks along the
opposite wall.  There weren't any modesty panels, so it was great for
cruising.  There was one small problem, however.  The only space left
after Luke stepped up to his urinal was one further down between two
kids about ten years old.
	I stepped up and noticed the kid on my left stopped talking to
his friend--or possibly his brother and kept his eyes focused forward.
The one on my right turned to look at my dick as I hauled it out.
	"Damn!" he said.
	I looked over and saw him staring at my cock, wide-eyed with
fascination.  He had the elastic waistband of his shorts and underpants
pulled down in front and his peter pointed straight out at the urinal.
It was about the size of my pinky finger.  As he continued to stare, I
realized he wasn't peeing.  I glanced to my left and noticed his little
friend wasn't peeing either.
	I let loose a strong acrid smelling stream that sounded like a
horse pissing in a puddle.  The kid on my left had his right hand
situated so I couldn't see his pecker.  The guy on my right, however,
had thrown a little boner in the time it took me to start peeing.
	"C'mon, Willey," the kid on my left said, "Dad's gonna come
lookin' for us."
	Willey let the elastic snap around his waist before he backed
away reluctantly.  On his way out he whispered, "Did you see the size
of that!"  Of course, the ceramic and metal caused his whispered
comment to resound throughout the bathroom.  With sideward glances in
both directions, I saw the guys on either side of the vacated urinals
glance in my direction.  One guy actually leaned back a little so the
guy next to him could get a better look at me.
	Usually, I take a long time to pee, but luckily, this time was
shorter than usual.  When Luke and I walked out, I saw the trunk lid
was up.  I put my index finger to my lips and motioned for Luke to
follow me.
	I darted to my right behind a shrubbery fence and followed the
wheelchair ramp down to the sidewalk.  This put us on the driver's side
of the car.  This meant Luke and I were approaching the car from the
opposite direction Kevin would have expected.  We saw Kevin look
apprehensively to his right, obviously watching for us to come out of
the men's room.
	"Wha'cha lookin' for?" I asked.
	Kevin was so startled he hit his head on the underside of the
open trunk lid.
	"Jesus!  Don't sneak up on a guy like that!" Kevin groused.  "I
was looking for my wallet."
	"Why would it be in the trunk?" I asked.
	"Uh ... well, it's not in my pocket," Kevin said, patting both
butt cheeks.
	"Wouldn't it have fallen out in the back seat or the front seat?"
	"Oh!  Well ..."
	I looked in the trunk and saw one of the Velcro flaps of the
steady cam backpack was open.  "You thought it was in the cassette tape
pocket?" I accused.
	"I thought Luke might have picked it up when we were back at the
cabin, thinking it was his," Kevin said.
	I put the trunk lid down and said, "Let's look in the car."
	It was lying, flipped open, on the passenger seat like it had
been tossed there.
	"I told you not to trust him, Luke.  He was trying to confiscate
the tape."
	Luke looked at Kevin with a disappointed expression.  "Lyle has
the tape.  All I have is the steady cam."
	"At least Lyle knows enough not to trust you," I said to Kevin.
	"It's not that necessarily, it's standard procedure," Luke
said.  "We never keep the two together once the filming is done.  We do
that to protect the cameraman.  If he gets captured, they'll usually
release him unharmed once they see he doesn't have the tape.  And the
tape could have been passed to a dozen different people, so there's no
way foreign agents can trace its whereabouts."
	Kevin gave me a smug smile like he'd won a victory.
	"I ought to leave you right here in the middle of nowhere," I
said.
	"Get in the car, both of you," Luke said.  I got in the driver's
side.  Kevin started to get in the back but Luke said, "You can ride
shotgun."
	"But I thought ..." Kevin protested.
	"That's all changed," Luke said with disappointment in his voice.
	Once we were on the expressway again, Kevin said, "It's not like
I was trying to steal it.  I just wanted to see if it was the kind that
could be copied.  I mean, hell, that was one hot scene out there in the
woods."  He rubbed his crotch.
	"There's no way Lyle will allow it to be copied.  His son's in
it," Luke said.
	"I only wanted a copy for my own personal use," Kevin said.
	"Yeah, just like Rob Lowe, Pamela Anderson and Paris Hilton
wanted theirs to remain 'for personal use only,'" I said.
	We rode the rest of the way in virtual silence.  About three
miles from Kevin's place, a cell phone started ringing.  Luke found it
wedged between the passenger seat and the door.
	"Hello," Luke said.  "Oh, hi, Ryan.  Yeah, we found it ... I'm
talking to you on it, aren't I?"  There was a longer pause before he
said, "I'll tell him to keep it till you get home."  After another long
pause he said, "Any particular time?  ... Okay, goodbye."
	"What was that all about?" I asked.
	"Ryan says to tell you he loves Daddy Two and Lyle says he want
you to set up a meeting with someone named Jason."
	"Oh, good. He's a guy I work with who has some kids Ryan's age.
He wants them to get to know each other."

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