SUMMER DAY
PART 1
My name is Karl Grogin. I am an average guy, live in an average
house, and I am a fairly average-American age of 22. This day, in
July, was to be all but average!
There I was. Just laying in my front yard, resting, soaking up some
summer sun. I had the place all to myself for a week, and although
I didn't know of anyone to call to have fun with, I knew I'd find
fun if it didn't find me first. All I was wearing on my 22-year-old
body was a pair of cut-offs as I was lying on the beach towel on
the lawn with the radio. I had to have some tunes to keep my sanity
since I was alone. It was nice and warm, I was sweating and I could
tell my dick and balls were really sweating too. Something must
have been building up me, because I began to get a raging hardon,
slowly at first and then more definite. I must have dozed off
quickly and then awakened again, because I looked at my tool, it
was sticking out of the leg of my shorts. I thought 'what the hell,
leave it out...' But then I looked out towards the sidewalk, and
nearly died. There stood the cutest, youngest looking guy I had
ever seen. He was looking right at me, literally staring.
I didn't know what to do, whether to shove my dick forcefully back
into my shorts for fear of indecency, or to leave it out and just
give him a skin show. Before I could make up my mind and reach to
hide it, he approached me. "Brave soul," I thought. He was very
slender, very tan and had long flowing blonde hair. "Hey dude," he
yelled "what's hangin'? About seven?"
Damn, was he gay?
He too had on no shirt. He had on some old white sneakers that were
a little discolored from wear. He got a little closer, and thrashed
his waist around slightly. Shit! All he had on were those brightly
colored Jams! I mean, when he moved that body, I could see that he
had to have a raging hardon - even now. Had to be all he had on.
The front of those Jams were sticking too far out to be held back
by a pair of underwear. Did I put a signal in the air for this guy?
He had just come from out of nowhere.
"Well, I saw yours by accident. Wanna see mine?"
I sat, dumbfounded for about 10 seconds. Then I reacted.
"Hell yea!"
This guy, who I didn't even know, who was now trespassing on my
property, had just offered to show me his pecker. Am I having luck
here? He did what I didn't expect. Rather than just raising a leg
or something, he let the shorts drop to his knees. No, there was
nothing underneath either. God! What a rod! What a -hard- rod! "I
get horny, during a hot summer day," the guy told me. "You?"
"You bet. I'm hungry for guys, though," I told him, half expecting
to hear that he was straight and heading for his girlfriend's
house.
"Well, I'm hungry for guys too. Actually, I'm just prowling around
for more."
"More?"
"Yeah. Oh, my name's Jeff. I live not far from here. I have four
brothers and they're gay too. We're looking for more gay guys that
well- get into dirty rotten sex games..."
"Oh?" my ears pricked up like someone had stuck toothpicks under
them.
"I'm Karl," I told Jeff. Jeff told me he was the oldest of all five
brothers, at 21. He soon told me that Greg was 20, Paul was also
20, Marty was 18 and Ricky was 16. Damn! A FIVE-WAY? Did they ever
have five ways?
"Yeah! We love to daisy-chain! We'll turn on some good rock and
roll music, and spend hours doing all sorts of crazy things... like
today."
We got up. I locked the house and I began walking down the sidewalk
with Jeff.
"Well, what kinda things are you guys into?"
"Wellll.. it's a bit bizarre for some people..."
"Fist-fucking?"
"Oh, noooo! Not THAT bizarre. I've seen tapes of that but never
thought I'd want to do it... we just like to drink lots, sometimes,
and just pee all over each other.. does that sound crazy to you or
what?"
"No, that sounds normal to me," I cracked.
"What?!"
"I like pee showers too."
"Well, then you'd fit right in with these guys.. see, our parents
are out of town, and we have a house to ourselves, they kinda left
me in charge over these guys for a month and a half. One day, we
were messing around, this was about a year ago, and Ricky had to go
to the bathroom. Well... this gets a little bizarre, stop me if I
make you sick..."
"Okay," I assured him.
"We were all in each others butts, in a line. Ricky was in the
middle, and he really had to pee badly. Really badly. Before we
could break loose to let him head for the potty, he started! Some
went in Marty's asshole, and Ricky pulled out and it went all in
our hair, in MY mouth and all over us before he could control it!
"Then once he could control himself, we realized how good it
smelled and felt on our bodies and told him to keep going! So that
was how it all started.. and of course, we wanted to get even
wetter then so we all started peein' all over each other.. after we
got done, Marty was starting to get the feeling that he had to
shit, and before he got to the toilet all of Ricky's pee that was
up there was all over us, too!
I had a raging hardon listening to all of this. Jeff was walking
the last block with me to his house, once in a while he'd get brave
and reach for my crotch and rub my balls while we were walking. I
rubbed his and put my arm around his shoulder as he did mine as we
walked. As we walked the last block, I started the funniest
conversation.
"Doncha love the way balls feel, Jeff? So nice and soft an'.."
"Hairy!" Jeff finished. "Yeah man.. quit talkin' like that. I'm hot
enough already to fry bacon on my chest..."
With that comment, I did something I'd never done before. I reached
over to Jeff's hot, sweaty body, ran my hand over his virtually
hairless chest and then took the sweat from his chest and licked it
off my fingers.
"Damn, I'd of letya use your tongue," Jeff retorted."
"And I'd've done the same to your balls, too," I added.
"You can, in just a second," he replied and opened the screen door
going into the kitchen. Bang. The Jams were history. He reached
over and quickly got rid of my cut-offs. "No clothes allowed in
this house," he informed me.
The boys were soon sizing me up.
"Hey, semen-breath," Ricky said to Marty, "think he wants some
head?"
"Damn right I do," I told him.
Ricky just laughed. Paul, 20, just walked over to me and smeared a
very cum-coated dickhead all over my hardened prick. "I'm warning
you," Jeff said, "you've got to keep your guard up around here all
the time. You never know when - OW!" Greg was inserting his dick
into Jeff's ass after coating it with Paul's sperm.
Ricky grinned at me ear to ear. "Like to eat sperm juice?"
"Yeah," I said. "Here, kiss me." I bent down to Ricky's 5' 7" level
and kissed him hard. He slid his tongue slowly into my mouth, a
large load of sperm oozing out of his mouth into mine. Wow! Was
this happening?
"That's my sperm," he informed me. "I shot off in a cup." It was
good and it got better the longer it stayed there. I was horny, and
getting hornier, almost unbearably so.
"Ricky! Where's that cup?" I was desperate for more. Oh.. he was
drinking more. He sucked up a big mouthful now and his cheeks were
puckered out. He motioned for me to come over. I did and he did it
to me again. As we were kissing, I reached down and got his tool in
my hand and began fondling it. It was already hard. When he
finished giving me the load out of his mouth, he hugged me. Damn
these guys were so lovable.. as Jeff and Greg were through fucking
now, they came over and kissed and hugged me too, their way of
"welcumming" me into their family. Jeff assured me that these guys
were all natural brothers, which I was sure of anyway. As soon as
Greg and Jeff were through talking to me, Marty walked over. He had
been rapidly stroking his meat. As he got close, he shot his cum
all over my chest, all white hot steamy bit of it. It was a lot.
Greg was right behind him, licking his brother's sweet cum juices
off my chest, arms and legs. It'd been that much.
I spoke to Ricky. "How didja get that much sperm out yer dick?"
"Oh, this is a week's worth. I like to let it build up."
"Oh, I see. Ya wanna pee on me?"
"Come in the pee room, don't wanna pee in here.."
Pee room? Ricky led me down a hall to the last bedroom on the
right. It was obvious why it was a pee room, this was a room they
were probably going to let go, I figured.. very empty. No bed,
nothing. We went in, Ricky closed the door. He walked over, both
hands on my shoulders. he planted his dick against my balls and let
the pee trickle down them for a minute. "You got a lotta pee in
there?"
"I do now," he responded. "I was gonna let it out a while ago, but
I sorta got... well, involved with Smarty Marty...
I took a swallow of it, then let him fill my butt with it. He
enjoyed it as much as I did, what baffled me was that he did it so
quickly with a total stranger and without missing a beat. He wasn't
a bit shy or hesitant about peeing up my butthole.
He sucked me off, we left the room with the pee still on the floor
(this had happened, obviously, many times before as the whole room
smelled like a latrine). I loved it!
We were back with the others now, and Ricky ran over to tell Marty
how it went. I still hadn't shot my load, but Jeff must have known
it because he walked over and knelt in front of me like a sweaty
dog. He took my tool in his mouth and began to suck it. Paul walked
by and when he did, I could tell he was hot and sweaty too, his
shoulder brushed against me and got my back wetter than it already
was, and just as my juices could hold back no longer I filled
Jeffrey's mouth with my sperm. Jeff got up, wiping his mouth with
his wrist, talking about how good that load was, kissing me on the
cheek, and walked back to get Paul to have fun with him.
Boom- I felt somebody enter my asshole. I knew it was a dick, and I
could hear breathing. Shit, I still had Ricky's load of pee up
there... but it was containable. No worse at this time than a
slight urge to take a shit. He hadn't put the full fury of his pee
up there, just a little. "Hey man, it's Marty," the voice said.
"Heheheh.." he laughed. "Watcha want me to do to ya?"
"Fuck me."
I didn't care, I wanted him to do SOMETHING, because Marty reminded
me a lot of Scott Baio and he acted a little like him, too. "Fuck
me" were just the first two words I could think of. Zoom! He took
off in and out of my primed ass like a shot. As it turned out,
Ricky's pee that was in my ass was acting as a lube.. it creamed
all up and coated Marty's dick at my ass opening. It made his
boycock slippery and slimy. I could just imagine what his cock
looked like, all hard like that. How big was it? Must have been at
least eight. Marty was still a little ways from being ready to cum.
"Marty?"
"Yeahhh...??"
"Can I see your dick just a second?"
He withdrew, I turned around, and jeez.. this was the first time I
had seen his cock up close and unobstructed. The head on it was
huge, but the base had to be bigger than mine, I quickly felt his
balls, only for a second so he wouldn't lose his hardon. Damn, big
things! I let him re-enter me and he started pumping me in earnest.
"Oh yeah. Oh, yeahhhhhh..," I started moaning. I looked up to see
Greg pissin' down Ricky's throat. Marty was really letting his
balls slap the cheeks of my ass now. He was fucking like a pro.
Hell, they all must be pro's, they have each other to watch. If I
could only be a PERMANENT part of this group... but there was no
way I could see that.. at least not immediately.
After everybody had fucked everybody and gotten everybody else off
at least once, (at least another hour), everybody's dick was cherry
red from activity. Probably their ass too. Mine was certainly
stimulated after young Marty plowed it. I wondered how Greg did
it.. anyway, we all went in and showered down, I sat on the toilet
and got rid of the rest of Ricky's hot little load, and I'll be
damned if halfway during the shower they didn't cut the water off
and start an all-out piss shower. Even Ricky got in on it,
considering he used most of his on me. Then the regular shower
continued, and we walked out clean and fresh.
About that time, the telephone rang and Jeff answered it. It was
his mother, saying that she and her husband had gotten a divorce.
As it turned out, ironically enough, Greg's mother found out that
his father.... had been seeing another MAN! Yep, she had walked in
on them in an apartment where they had been staying at, and caught
Mr. Harold M Fraser III in the act of seducing a young man whom she
had seen him playing tennis with earlier in the day. The man's name
was Sandy. Mrs. Fraser just got so mad that she packed a bag and
stated that she didn't know where she was going to go, but probably
to stay with her mother.
Ricky snickered. Ricky was not a brat, but he seemed like the kind
of kid that would find humor if there were the least amount of
possibility of finding any. I thought it was wild seeing all these
guys, all dried off and clean, sitting on this couch with nothing
on, legs spread open, cocks in plain view. Then, it happened.
It seemed these youth could NOT settle down, even for a second.
Ricky, who was sitting beside Marty, whom he loved more than a
brother, if there was such a love, reached over to Marty and began
fondling Marty's cock. It hardened quickly, to which Ricky giggled
sheepishly. He kept on, Marty just sat there smiling, and put his
hands on his hips. "Oh, little brothers," Marty said.
"They never stop until they get what they want." About that time,
Marty's jism just began to naturally flow, and as I was the one
sitting on the other side of Marty, his jism kinda went all over
me, feeling good and sticky. Marty snickered as he looked at me.
"Sorry."
"Did I say anything? I thought that was awesome," I remarked.
"Richard never stops until I cream."
"Well, I like to see you cream!" Ricky chimed in.
"I like to see you cream too, little brother..."
Jeff hung up the phone.
"Guess what y'all?"
The guys were all ears. Their hands were in their laps.
"Dad's gay!"
"What?!" Paul said. "I thought that was illegal!"
Everyone laughed. Jeff walked over to me. He sat down on one of my
knees, his balls pressing against my kneecap. "We may just have to
keep you," he said, whimpering slightly. "Well," I said, "it may be
hard to get rid of me."
Jeff walked closer to me and I took his balls in my mouth and began
tounging them. Ricky got up, went in the kitchen, got something and
came back. He made Marty slide down a notch and took a seat by me.
He started carressing my leg! Damn! Ricky what are you up to? He
had a cup. He poured something out of the cup onto my leg and
rubbed it in. It felt gooey, I knew what it was. And he had my left
leg coated in sperm. His sperm. His sperm that he had shot into
that cup for over a week now.. and it was on my leg. Yeah. It made
me hot, in combination with his older brother who was threatening
to shoot his wad down my throat. Ricky took some sperm on his hand
and coated my hot tool with it. Then he just jacked me off. He
wanted to see me cum, too. He must have been infatuated with seeing
everybody Shoot off, which is exactly what I did. And he aimed it
for his mouth. "Good shit!" he exclaimed.
That was when Jeff exploded into my own mouth. Then I said, "good
shit!" Ricky, being his natural self, having heard that started off
a laugh that came deep from within his insides. He started and
wouldn't stop. That got me started. Then everyone started. Jeff got
up and tickled the youngest brother under the armpits. He went into
total hysterics at that time...hehehe.. his face was red as a beet,
he coughed a little... I hugged and kissed him. We all did, and
afterwards they all kissed me and hugged me. Ricky calmed down and
drank some water. Jeff fixed us all a Coke and told us the whole
story about mom and pop.
"Karl, it's decision time for you, guy. Mom is leaving US, too, so
it seems, and wants us to take the $300,000 out of dads bank
account and split."
"Split? Split where?" asked Paul.
"Where ever we wanna. But we have to be gone within a week. She's
coming back and she's selling this house. We're outta her life.
She's gone to stay with Grandmother in Iowa for a few days.."
I could feel the pressure, to pack my bags, leave my house, go with
these guys. Then I saw the inevitable. They had no car, if they
left without me they'd have to go somewhere on a bus, a plane.. God
knows what. But I had a car. Not big, but... still, a car if an old
'72 Chevy Nova counts. About that time Ricky laid his head my
shoulder and began drawing circles with his index finger around my
left tit. It was standing very upright and he knew it, so he
lightly pinched it a few times. My dick was aggravated. I chimed
in.
"Listen dudes, you've got me. I'm in and I really appreciate what
you guys are treating me like. You guys are unreal! I thought
people like you were totally nonexistant except in my deepest
dreams. You guys don't have a car either do you?"
"Nopers," Jeff said. "I hadda sell mine, I was the only one that
had one in the family outside mom or dad. I needed it for rent."
"What rent?" Marty said. "You were the only one that got charged
rent. That was never fair."
"He's right," Ricky said. "I'll bet dad needed it for hush money,
or somethin. Remember the time he caught you and Greg fuckin'? No
supper for a week?
Preachen' the gospel about homosexuality.. oh yeah... some dad. Now
look what he does..."
Ricky began to pout. This must be the other side of Ricky. I'll be
damned if I wasn't going to be there to be that shoulder to lean
on..
"Ricky, it's okay. Look man, you're a great guy. None of this is
your fault. I fuckin' love you. I fuckin' love all of you."
"We love you too, and I speak for all of us," Paul said. "I don't
know if... we'd quite make it through this physically if you hadn't
shown up when you did."
I tried something. I got up, off the couch, sat on the floor Indian
style. They did as I had suspected they would... they got up and
huddled around me on the floor. Now we could all see each other
face to face.
"Gentlemen," I began, "this is the way it's gonna be. Now, you guys
gotta put on clothes for part of this, cos the world ain't no
nudist colony, much as we wish it would be. I want you to help me,
so I can help you. Interested?"
"Of course we are, dude. We'll do anything you want," Ricky said,
"we're kin to you now."
"It means you can call us brothers," Jeff added, "it'll make you
feel more.. like you really are by blood."
I was astounded. We all sat, hand in hand, as if in seance.
"I need you to help me pack, I want to leave my house today, as
soon as I can. I'll move most of my personal belongings up here til
we decide what to do."
"Gotcha," they all seemed to say at the same time. Ricky's sperm
cup was on the edge of the table above me, and I accidentally
knocked it off onto Ricky. It covered his dick and chest. Suddenly
Ricky seemed to be back in high spirits again. I reached over and
personally jacked that kid off. He came soon, it got in my hair and
he was one hell of a creamsicle. I bent over as I was given the
honors of personally licking it all off his body. He was laughing,
giggling and snorting all the way. Then Ricky, Marty and I all hit
the showers again. By the time we got out, everybody else had
already lost their birthday suit and were in "presentable" clothing
now. Everyone had on Jams! Jeff had told me that they, as brothers,
were a hell of a lot alike and had very similar interests. But
while Marty and Ricky were into skateboarding as an "outside"
interest, Jeff, Greg and Paul were into camping, hiking and soccer.
They were into soccer mostly in high school and mostly because it
was a contact sport they could relate to. What was so irresistable
about these five was that they were gay INDEPENDENTLY, that is,
they were gay because of their own influences, not because of
pressure from the other brothers.
In 30 minutes I was set to go back up the road. Those guys
accomplished in 30 minutes what would have taken me a day or
longer, because it was obvious they gave a damn. Shit-- these guys
looked strange dressed. I think Ricky was really wanting to
UNDRESS, though. I wasn't really PARTIAL to ANY one of these guys
in particular, it was just that Jeff.. well... he seemed a little
special. He was the one that flagged me down, he was the one that
seemed the most understanding. But if I was going to have a love
affair with him, then I was going to have a love affair with them
all. Make them ALL permanent lovers.. or at least, semi-permanent.
As I loaded the last suitcase into the car, Ricky started to get a
boner. "An' I gotta pee, too. Really badly."
We went back into the house, to which the rent was due in three
weeks, and I wasn't going to pay so the landlady could reclaim it
for whatever purpose she saw fit. I wasn't sure if I wanted Ricky
to go to the toilet and waste all the pee he'd built up; actually
it SEEMED he didn't want to do that either because after I opened
the door again, he grinned and snarled like an alleycat. It was
just me and him in the house too, everyone else was headed back for
the other house. Hell, Jeff had a license, I had seen it; I told
him he could run on up to the other house if they didn't want to
wait, which they obviously didn't. God only knows I'm not really a
chicken hawk.. but this guy... God, he was controlling me! *I* was
the marionette and HE was pulling all the fucking strings. And he
knew just which ones to pull, too.
"Do you want to pee on me, Ricky?"
"That's the idea. I want to soak you through to your bones. You
weren't watching me while Jeff was on the phone a while ago, were
you?"
"Not really, why?"
"I downed a sixpack and started on another one...."
"Does he let you do that?"
Ricky giggled. "Yes! He does.. dad never did. Anyway I've gotta
pee.. real bad!"
We went into the basement, where there was a large area where
nothing was stored. "Get naked," I said. I stripped, I had taken
off only my shoes, socks and shirt to look up and see Ricky with
hands on his hips and ready for action. He snarled again. That tool
looked really fierce. I was now naked and we sat on the cool
basement floor, side by side, his left leg against my right leg,
ankles crossed. His piss started flowing, slowly at first. He
grunted a little to coax it to start. A small stream through a
half-hardened cock. Then he relaxed as the stream was more
constant. He smiled, bent down and began lapping his own stream.
"I've always wondered what my own tasted like, without being mixed
with my brother's," he said.
"And..?"
"It's pretty good. Have a taste!"
I tasted the steady stream of pee. It was as good as any I'd ever
tasted. It seemed his flow would never stop.
"I'm startin' to feel a little better," he said. "Never been quite
this uh, backed up before."
"Yeah. Ever squeeze the head of your dick to make the stream go
further," I asked.
"Yeah, watch," he said and with that he put us both in a fine soft
mist of golden yellow piss which showed no signs of ending in the
near future. The floor where we were sitting was a lake. "We don't
have a basement at the house where we are," Ricky was saying.
Then he stopped the mist and by squeezing his head differently,
caused the pee to stream almost to the ceiling.
"Ya ever done that before, Karl?"
"Yeah, a few years ago."
"Neat, huh? Paul did that once."
Then slowly his stream died, to a point that he had released his
dick and the pee was drooling down the side of his dick and over
his balls, still slightly streaming. We were both soaked to the
skin. I had enough pee on my dick to stroke it without lubing it.
Hell, there was enough on the floor to swim in! We did splash
around in it and roll around in it a few minutes, Ricky stood up
and he was dripping wet as was I. We embraced, and then I let my
piss go all down his balls as he was pressed against me. He just
giggled at the fact and said "that feels good. Piss in my ass,
please!" I did, and he shit it back out on me when I was finished.
God we loved it. And he was my brother.
We just left the piss, went upstairs and showered. I soaped Ricky
down, and took a long time with his dick area. Ricky soaped me,
too. We got out and dried off, and I saw Ricky was pre-cumming.
"Karl?"
"What?"
"I wanna butt fuck you..."
"Now?"
"Yeah.. I wanna do it in your bed before I go back to my brothers..
I mean, they let me do what I want, but.. it's just quieter here,
y'know?"
"Sure, I understand. It is quieter, I guess.."
I lay on the bed beside Ricky, exploring first. I didn't get far
because as I got toward the base of his stomach, his dick twitched,
he must have been getting really horny and throbbing his dick
himself. You know how you'll be looking at it and just let your
insides control your dick pulses, if you have that control. Well,
he did that and when he did he shot a big glob of pre-cum right out
of his dick and hit me squarely on the chest. My dick brushed his
on the way by, which prompted another spurt. He giggled, almost
madly now. "God I'm so horny!" he exclaimed.
I wanted to suck him a moment and he let me. I played with his
asshole a moment until he was so stiff I thought he would burst. He
looked at me and his face turned red, like it did when he laughed
so hard at the other house. Only he wasn't exactly laughing.
"You know, I think I'm hornier right now than I've ever been before
in my life." The slight freckles he had on his face were really
starting to show now.
"I really have this urge to plow the shit out of your ass," he
said, "I love you so much, even if you are my brother."
I rolled over on my side.
"No, no, no, silly, I'm a top. That makes you a bottom. Why don't
you just roll over on your stomach and eat that pillow," Ricky
said. Damn, he was controlling the shit out of me, and he was just
16!
I did as I was told.
"Yeah! Now we're talking.."
I knew he was going to do this professionally, maybe even better
than Marty had done. I was right, about the better part. What was
the deal?
Marty had eight.
Ricky had...
TEN!
"Now, I don't think I'll try to give ya my whole rod, you probably
can't take it, dude.."
"Try it."
"Are you sure? I'm gonna tear your everlovin' ass up if I do!"
"Who has the biggest cock in your family?"
"Me."
"Really?"
"Yup. I got ten, Marty's got eight, Paul's got uh... six, Greg has
six, and Jeff has seven-and-a half."
"Well, you just got a big stick there!"
"Yeah, an' I know how to use it too.."
"Okay.."
He started off with me slowly, getting the better part of it in me.
Stopped, made sure I was okay, and kept inching it in. Yep, it was
ten alright. It was different because I could actually feel him
hitting some things up there that never had been contacted before.
"Still okay?" he persisted.
"Yes I'm fine... it feels good as hell."
"Oh. Well, when I get goin' I usually won't feed ya but about half
of it.. heh.."
"Damn I love you, Ricky.."
"That does it. Here I go, Karl!"
He sped on his way, me begging him to give me the whole thing,
finally he did for almost a minute. He didn't know it, but he was
giving my prostrate the best workout it had ever known. Finally he
decided I was okay so he kept giving me all he had, and opened up
with all his speed. I came three short seconds after he did,
because he had stimulated me all the way. I could feel his sperm in
my ass, even slicker as he pulled his cock out and admired it. I
admired it too. He saw my sperm on the bed.
"Whoa.. how'd you do that?"
"You did it. Man, yo' rod is so long and lean, that ya just told
mine what to go do with itself..."
"Holy shit!"
We kissed and fell back down to the bed. We lay together a few more
minutes in solitude, kissing and talking.
"Damn, I'm so glad Jeff found you," he said, and I told him about
seeing me with my cock out.
"Ha hah hah... I'd have asked you too, if I'd seen that!"
Ricky was so light headed and so friendly.. you could probably tell
him that you hated his guts and he'd just brush it off his
shoulder. But then, who ever would?
Ricky's now again-stiffening rod pressed against my balls, pushing
them out of the way. His cock then interacted with mine, and I felt
it. He swayed his hips slightly and I could feel them rubbing
together of his own inertia. He smiled. We kissed. We got up, went
back and rejoined the others.
The walk up the hill didn't take long. Time seemed to fly like it
had wings. Ricky and I walked with our arms around each other's
shoulders up the sidewalk. I already felt like a brother. Now it
was time to have some fun with all the others. It was just hard to
meet with them individually, as I had done with Ricky. I thought
that was about to change. Ricky was hard all the way back to his
house; little guys like that can get hard just as fast as they get
off, and they're ready to get off again; Ricky told me that he was
always like that and that was why he quit school. Actually, he was
expelled because... well, he was caught fucking a kid of 14 years
old in the shower before Phys Ed let out one day. "It was worth it,
it was worth it all," Ricky told me. "I think there should be a
school class just for sex. I'd make all A's." I cracked up as we
entered the house.
I walked in and everyone sat on the couch, dressed. "What's up," I
asked Jeff. "Not a lot," he said. "We were just talking so we left
our clothes on. Nothing big, we just.. decided to rest a few
minutes. No big thing. An' hey.. I kinda figured what went on with
you and Lil' Ricky there. No big thing there either, I want you to
know that. We don't care, you're one of us, and don't ever feel
that you're not... if you ever want to have fun, just do it!"
I thought in the back of my head the steps I would take tomorrow as
Ricky, not being able to take any more of this, rocked the lower
portion of his body back and forth until his Jams fell to the
floor. It took some effort getting them over that pole of his
without touching them with his hands, but he managed... boy he
managed! I got a super little hardon sitting there watching him
struggle, and I think everybody did!
I would get up tomorrow, quit my job, take all my money out of the
bank (I had close to half a million in there myself.) Jeff said we
could pool all our money and take out what we needed once we got
where we were going. My life had changed forever; suddenly I had
the family I'd never dreamed of. But, who was going to be my lover?
Could I love each of these like a lover? Did I in fact, have five
spouses? It was hard to say, yet it felt that way. "You really are
super," Greg was telling me who had not given me a lot of input on
the subject. "I'd love to get alone with you for a while." And so
it was. We got up and went into a bedroom, closed the door. The
other guys turned on the TV and watched a XXX-rated flick. Before
we left the room, Ricky was over there jacking Marty off again,
just as he did before. Only this time, Marty was playing with
Ricky's tits as he did. Feeling his brother doing this to him made
his cock go wild, and Ricky's pre-cum really began to flow. It was
wild as I watched from the door before I went with Jeff.. Ricky
pumped Marty dry, and then Ricky took three strokes on his own dick
and streamed into the air. That was all- three strokes. "Damn," I
thought. "I wish that was all it took me. He's really one horny
bastard!"
Greg had me in this room now with the door locked. He was a
sandy-blonde, and if I'd had to pick one guy from the crowd that
looked like an honest beach bum, it'd have to be Greg. He walked
over shyly. Where Ricky was bold and outgoing, Greg seemed very shy
and reserved. He wanted me to dominate HIM, something I wasn't sure
if I could do, but I knew I would try. He had a MASSIVE amount of
hair around his tool which was fun to play with, and his tool was
inviting. I began to suck him as we were laying together on the
bed. I wasn't moving fast, I wanted to take my time with his cock.
He didn't necessarily want me to fuck him that night because his
ass was still very sore from Jeff plowing away at him in his sleep
and all day today. I looked; it was really cherry red. "Wish I felt
like that," I stressed. "Yeah.. well, this was a dry fuck. We were
just experimenting to see how it was. The pain turns me on a
little, but I swear I'll never do it again without a lube!" He
pumped a large wad into my waiting mouth. As he did and his cock
was still throbbing, I slithered up his chest and kissed him,
giving him some of his cum. It was good and he agreed. Then he
admitted he had to have some more at which time he jacked himself
off, letting me watch, cumming in less than a minute. I was truely
amazed. He caught this wad in his hand and slurped it out. Then he
gave me a slurp.... Mmmm. Good. Better than Campbell's soup.
We kissed and hugged and then went back to join the others. We just
couldn't stay away from the crowd; it was obvious tht they were
very close-knit and I was becoming that way. What was that? It was
a knock on the door. Everyone grabbed for their Jams and put them
on. Soon, I thought, we wouldn't have to do that. Not if I could
have anything to do with it.. yep, I could see it.. the remotest
part of Florida...
The knock at the door just turned out to be a friend of Ricky's. It
just happened to be the friend he was telling me about from school
that he was with when he got kicked out. Ralph, that was his name,
brought a little piece of news.
"Hey! Ricky! Guess what?"
"Wha'...?"
"You know how you got kicked out for fuckin' the shit outta me last
quarter?"
"Yeah? What about it?"
"I just got kicked out for doing the same thing!"
"Really?"
"Yeah. What's worse, my mom kicked me out of the house when she
found out..."
"She can't do that, Ralph! You're only 14!" Ricky exclaimed.
"Well, try telling that to her. She can, and she DID."
Damn. I felt a little low at that point. At the same time I was
happy - here was someone else that was gay and obviously very out
of the closet to just about anybody at such a young age.
"Hey, hey.. Ralph, relax man.." I jumped in. "You're welcome to
stay with us for a ... while... at least right at the moment..." I
motioned for Jeff and Greg. We went into the bedroom for a
conference.
"Where are they going?" Ralph asked Ricky. "Probably to talk about
you. Don't worry, little dude. You're in good hands... in fact,
probably the best hands you could be in, hee hee.."
"Really? You mean..."
"Yeah, that older guy with the glasses, I've done it with him..
he's part of us now. You might be too. See, we're gonna have to
leave town soon, he probably wants to find out if it's okay if you
come and he'll probably end up asking you."
"Where?"
Ricky told him somewhere in Florida probably, and Ralph said he'd
think about it. Ralph was very nervous.
"Hey, relax! Karl was right, you need to... hell, you probably need
sex."
"Wait a minute," Ralph snapped. "Sex is what got me in trouble.
Maybe I should just leave..."
Ralph got up and started for the door.
"Wait, wait!" Ricky yelled after him. Ralph paused in the door and
listened.
"Ralph, man... listen. Don't go out in the streets man, please.
It's not easy.
In fact, it's pure hell, trust me. I was lucky, I have my brothers.
See, my mom and my ol' man just broke up. It seems he's a faggot
too, just like us.."
"Our mom's givin' us some money, and this Karl is.. well, he's our
brother now, we sorta adopted him."
"Exciting here?"
"Never a dull moment, it... jeeze Ralph, you're still shakin'. Uh,
are you sure you don't want me to do something to make feel
better?"
"Like what?"
Ricky reached up under Ralph's navy blue tank top. He began feeling
Ralph's tits, nice and slow, the way he knew it felt best in his
sixteen-year-old mind. He rubbed his hand slowly over Ralph's
chest. Very slowly. Ralph had a hot, sweaty chest because he had
been under stress since his mom had kicked him out at 10 this
morning and he had been on the move since then. It was 5 in the
afternoon now, and all Ralph had done was walk and lug around that
heavy suitcase that he had rushed to put together. He had come to
Ricky's house only as a last resort, mainly because he thought
Ricky's mom and dad were at home. Before that he was considering
taking the $400 he had and getting a plane ticket. Or maybe a bus
if he couldn't find a decent fare. Now, he realized slowly but
surely that this should have been his FIRST resort.
Ricky's hand was getting hot and sweaty from Ralph's chest as his
dick was getting even harder than it was before Ralph had arrived.
Ricky looked down now to see that Ralph's cock had to be all
stretched out and waiting for attention. Ralph had a handsome,
proud five and a half when it was hard. Ralph was smiling now.
"Ricky," he said softer than the harsh voice he had just three
minutes earlier, "you have one hell of a touch." Ricky took his
soaked hand out of Ralph's shirt and wiped it all over his own
face, especially around his nose. "Smmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ahhhhhhh!"
Ricky responded as he heavily breathed his own hand, still wet with
Ralph's sweat. Ralph found himself drawing Ricky closer, something
he never dreamed about. Paul and Marty didn't say a word, they just
sat there watching. They knew when to give their little brother
"room to grow." Actually, they were just sitting in the loveseat
together, slowly stroking their tools while Ralph and Ricky
occupied the sofa.
Ralph bent down and took off his shoes and socks. Ricky helped him
out of his shirt and then Ricky took his hands and rubbed them all
under Ralph's drenched armpits. There wasn't a lot of hair under
there, but it was okay with Ricky. Again he rubbed the sweat all
over his face. He was in seventh heaven as he gave Ralph a whiff of
his own sweat. Wow, he loved it. "I never realized how horny I
could get off just my own sweat," Ralph said. Soon Ricky was naked
again and Ralph was down to just those jockey undies of his. Ricky
snapped the band and let it go back. "Wow," Ricky thought, "I could
fuck this kid right through that underwear even if he didn't bother
to rip it off."Ralph did take off his underwear and Ricky promptly
retrieved it. He began smelling it and stroking his own dick,
smelling the sweat of Ralph's crotch where he had walked all day.
"Now, wait a minute," Ralph said, getting harder, "thats just what
I used to do in the locker room with YOUR underwear!" Ricky pulled
it back from his nose and started laughing. "Really? Heh.. how'd
you like the ones I wore wet that day that I'd pissed all in that
morning?"
"Yeah! Shit! Those were the ones I had the most fun with, dude! I
squeezed it out.."
"I knew those were dry when I got back.. so it was you!"
"Yep.. heh.. I actually tasted a little of it," said the black
haired youth.
"How was it?"
"Made me hot enough to want more.."
"Why didn'cha ask me?"
"I... well...."
"You were too shy."
"Yeah.. well, that was the day I started drinkin' my own.. it was
awesome. I kept thinking about yours, though.."
Ricky buried his face in Ralph's underwear again. "Now you see what
fun shit is really like, Ralphy boy."
"Yeah. Where's YOUR underwear, dude?" Ralph asked.
"Oh, I don't wear it anymore. It's too tight and it gets in my way.
You should try it, its a lot more comfortable."
After Ricky got his fill of Ralph's underwear, he put it down.
"Ralph, ya want me to uh... well..."
"What?"
"Well, just fuck you a little to loosen you up. You look drained."
"Yeah, well, I guess."
"Do you mind if my brothers watch? We can go to another room..."
"No, this is okay. I like people to watch!"
"Okay... stand up..."