SUMMER DAY
PART VI
We were all fed well at Shoney's and left burping as we all got
into the van. Another characteristic of Ricky's that soon bled down
the line: he seemed to be allergic to a lot of deodorants,
therefore lately he seldom wanted to wear any. He didn't smell bad,
in fact the other brothers as well as I were intimidated
occasionally by a guy that smelled, had hair soaked from the sweat
of a good workout, etc.. so we found ourselves never wearing
deodorant anymore. I myself had had rashes and breakouts from some
deodorants, so it was justified. The cheap Mennen Speed Stick that
Jeff used was soon tossed into the dumpster by Jeffrey Lee Fraser
himself; the "Lee" had come from his Uncle Lee on his mother's side
of the family.
Downtown was a little to bustling for us to hang around there long.
We were curious as to whether or not there was a certain gay
section in this town, but we really didn't care one way or the
other. We felt certain that there was, but we weren't going to take
time right now to go look for it; if we stumbled across it we just
would- we were looking for privacy, not a community of onlookers-
and we had great prospects of finding it. We made our way through
town, taking our time. It was about 6 when we went through what had
to be a gay section - there were cute young dudes leaning against
the walls of some of the buildings. Some even waved at us. One
flashed us- we just kept going. Ricky did moon a couple of them; it
was a wild pass throught town as we all kinda marveled at Ricky.
When he pulled his butt back down from the window, Ralph kissed it
and I spread his asscheeks and smelled his hole. Mmmm!
Greg drove us about five more miles toward a waterfront and stopped
the van just off the road toward the beach. There was a small
parking lot here and there were a couple of other cars parked here.
"Damn," I thought without hesitation, "straight city. Shit!" I just
knew I'd see some fish somewhere around here coated with
Coppertone.. and not necessarily the kind swimming in the water. I
began to feel nauseated. "What's the matter with YOU?" Marty said.
"You look like you just saw a pig fly."
"No," I said, "I just feel like this is probably 'fish city' and
you'll see.. women everywhere... gag.."
"Now, wait a damn minute," Jeff said, "calm down. I don't see
anyone here yet, not even.. a dude.."
"Yeah, I see some dudes," Ricky uttered. "Look, over there, on top
of that boulder..."
Yep, there were some dudes sitting on top of a rock, about 1000
yards from us, off to our right on top of a large boulder just off
the shoreline. They appeared to be dudes anyway...
"Nope, don't see any fish yet," Ricky said, sounding more hopeful.
"Karl, there's a rusted-out sign over there, see if you can make it
out, I can't read it," said Greg. There was an old iron post shoved
in the ground as we put on our Jams and slipped out of the van to
at least stretch our legs a bit.. nope, there was definitely a sign
there but there was absolutely no way in hell to know what it said.
We made our way gradually a little closer to the boulder, curious
as to what was going on. Ricky whispered something to Ralph, and
then I saw Ralph slip quietly towards the boulder, closer than we
were getting.
"What's the deal?"
"Oh.. I told Ralph to kinda sneak up on them, see he's good at that
shit, he's small and quiet. I wanted to see if he could listen in
on some of the conversation over there..."
"What a concept..." Jeff said. "Hope we learn something.."
"Yeah I do too," I muttered.
We kinda stood around looking at each other and at the water as
Ralph had gone over there, I rubbed my hand through Ricky's hair
again. "When we get somewhere, I'll cut your hair into bangs if you
want," Jeff told Ricky. "Hell yeah, bro. I'll let you. I want a
style kinda like yours."
"Well hell, you got it!"
"Thanks, in advance. I wore mine like this because of Lenny
anyway."
"Who's Lenny?" I asked.
"One of the dudes I used to skate with. He has a killer ditch
ramp."
"Oh."
About that time, Ralph came ripping back across this dune. He must
have news as hot as a firecracker from the way he was smiling.
"I think we can all rest now," he started.
"How's that?"
"This is definitely a gay beach."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! And those are dudes out there..."
"What were they talking about?"
"Surfing."
"Well, straight guys talk about surfing, too. How do you know
they're gay?"
"Do straight guys talk about surfing, and then in the next sentence
talk about fucking each other? Nope, I thought not."
"Wild..."
So we.. got a little closer. They hadn't seen Ralph, he had hidden
behind the top of this dune we were going up now. We made our way
to the top. Seeing us, they stopped talking now and one of them
walked over to us.
"Hiya, dudes."
He looked good. He must have been about eighteen. Tan, blonde.. his
hair was about the color of MY skin and it stuck out like a sore
thumb next to his skin, so dark.
"You all come to ride the wicked surf?"
"Errr.. not exactly," I said. "We just.. wondered if we might ask
for just a moment of your time to kinda well.. clue us in on
somewhere to hang out around here..."
I think he was hardening a little, it was not that easy to tell.
"Well, this is a good place, but I think you're talkin' a place to
live?"
"Yeah dude.." I emphasized the 'u' in dude.
"Now, wait a minute," he said, getting eyefulls of Ricky and the
rest of them grinning sheepishly, "are y'all 'dudes', or just
'guys' or.."
Ralph took two steps forward. "We're faggots," he said, daringly.
The guy chuckled. "Well, dudes, you are DEFINITELY in the right
place."
The others were approaching now from off the boulder and were
standing behind this first guy, who soon identified himself as
Tommy. Tommy was in fact eighteen. His friends were Johnny, Michael
and Peter. They were all eighteen, and they had all just graduated
high school together.
They told us that they were all good friends, and were still living
at home. Peter was going away to Ohio State next quarter and they
were all out just enjoying the beach.
"Someone had mentioned that there were some places to live around
here that had some great wide open spaces.." I said to Tommy. "You
know, just... miles from civilization."
"There are. Do you need any fills?"
Ricky laughed. "I could use a fill right about now..."
"Not THAT kind of fill," I said. "I know.. hehe.."
"All you really need to try first," Tommy said, "is stay on this
highway. It goes toward the southwest end of town. Are you looking
for acres and acres of land?"
"Not really, just... well I'll be honest, a place where we can run
around naked in our yard if we want..."
Tommy's eyes widened. "Yeah... yeah.. there are places like that,
dude. You.. want me to show you a few places around?"
"Well, that would be pretty killer," I said."
About that time, Ricky got another boner, and he wasn't at all
ashamed of it, in fact I looked at him and he was smiling. I smiled
back.
The other boys noticed it and couldn't help staring.. they knew
that it looked big on this kid and they weren't used to seeing a
ten inch pecker on such a young-looking dude. Well, this made them
obviously hard now. "Damn, how big is.. it?" Tommy said, stumbling
for words."
"It's ten. Wanna see it?"
"Yeahhhh.. can I?"
"Sure!" and Ricky dropped his Jams. Hot damn it was big.. but then,
I was so used to it that it really looked normal to me now...
normal for Ricky anyway.
"You can touch it if you want, I don't bite..."
Tommy slowly put his moist hand on it. Damn, Tommy was eating this
up.
"Shit, I can't stand this anymore, Pete. My dick is about to
explode."
"Mine is too," Pete said. Mike and Johnny were just watching- and
were slightly feeling their dick through their shorts. It was all
they could do to control themselves. Ricky was quick to pull his
Jams back up though - he knew not to allow anything to get started
that might get out of hand, this was one thing that I really
admired most about Ricky. He knew when to stop.
"Can I see yours?" Ricky said to Tommy.
"Sure!" he said and pulled it out. It was a very stiff six and his
ballsack was drawn in tightly against his body. Ricky felt it and
felt his ballsack too.. wild!
As neither party wanted to really get involved, it wasn't long
until I drove us on down the highway behind Tommy and the others.
"I'm going to show you some really prime places you might like to
try," he had said.
This area was just jam-packed with dirt roads, and there were some
super long ones that were miles and miles long that just had like
two or three houses apiece on them.. that was wild. Then there was
one that we could almost kill for... Tommy seemed to know just what
to show us. There it was, overlooking the shore at the top of a
hill. "FOR SALE BY OWNER- CALL 875-1248."
Marty quickly scribbled down the phone number.
"What are you doing that for?" Paul insisted. "I am a walking phone
book. You forget that!"
"Oh?" I glanced at him.
"Yep. I remember the number to every skate shop in Atlanta."
"Damn!"
"Yeah, what's worse he not only remembers HIS social security
number, but everyone else's too!" Ricky said.
We pulled back out of this very long driveway to get back to the
dirt road; the entire lot from the point that it had turned off the
dirt road, all up and including the BACK side of the lot, was
surrounded by chain-link fencing, so we really weren't able to see
the house that closely. But.. we liked the location and.. I'd be
damned if there was no one for miles from this house. I didn't see
a mailbox either! Very promising! We stopped, got out.
"This entire part of town is gay, too," Tommy said. "That's what
makes it so special. Our families all live in a trailer park about
three miles from here. Of course, our families are straight.."
It was getting dark and Tommy said that he was sure that it would
be fine if we spent the night on this road since we wanted to sleep
in the van. I think he was more than just a little jealous and
since Ricky didn't want to have any more to do with him, they were
quick to go on their way and leave us alone. It was about a quarter
of 8 now and it appeared we would stay where we were. The house
that we had so admired did appear to be vacant at the moment, but
that didn't mean anything. Someone might drive up to it at a
moment's notice, who knew?
Everyone was in favor of at least checking the house out tomorrow.
Damn it was hard to believe just how harmonious this group really
was- disagreements were only once in a blue moon and they seemed to
be solved with placing one's penis in the mouth of the one starting
such an argument; this would settle the angriest giant.
A talent I just noticed- Greg could almost bend far enough to suck
his own dick! Not completely- but he could strain and get his belly
button with the tip of his tongue. Hidden talent never ceases..
"Ricky, do you have any more.. wild shit to tell us?" Ralph asked.
"Oh hell yeah.. tons. Like schoolroom shit you mean?"
"Anything. Do you have some schoolroom shit?"
"Yeah, matter of fact I do."
Oh, boy. Another bedtime story. A cool ocean breeze was blowing
into the windows. If Ricky was telling us something, we knew we
were in for a treat.
"Well, we were in science class one day in ninth grade and we were
answering questions from the chalkboard onto our paper, you know
about a chapter. The teacher was in a conference and had been since
just about the start of the class, and informed us he'd be gone a
while.
"The left side of the room was all boys, and the right was all
girls and this room was pretty large."
Suddenly, nothing else mattered. My mind was clear, totally clear
and I was concentrating on nothing but what Ricky was saying.
"From what I gather, my underwear was showing. You know, your pants
get loose and all, and they slide down and let that band of elastic
shine.. and your shirt just seems to go up.. yeahhh.."
Oh what memories that was giving me.
"Lenny Sikes, the guy I was telling you that I used to skate with..
he was sitting behind me and must have seen it. Well, really.. this
was how we started getting to be friends.. he slid his desk up when
he saw it, and quietly played with the band of it, under the desk.
Do you know what he did?"
"What?"
"He took a friggin' finger, slid it down that underwear, and damn
near stuck it up my asshole. That's what he did. Talk about making
me hot as a firecracker..."
"Ooo! Did he do anything else?"
"He did after that class. See I walked out into the hall, and he
stood there in the bathroom door, his eyes were kinda talkin' to me
and I liked what they were saying."
"So, he was gay?"
"Yeah! He was. But he wouldn't ever come over to my house.. I think
he was a little scared and he liked to just skate when I'd go over
there. But that one time... I went into the bathroom with him and
he showed me his dick- then I stuck my finger up his asshole. Damn
did that feel good, I remember.."
"His tits were hard too. He talked about doin' some shit but after
school he was just too scared."
"But not Ricky. Ricky isn't ever scared," I added.
"Yeah. Right!"
I leaned over and smelled Ricky, smelled under his armpits. Damn!
"Ricky, you smell sooo good..."
"Oh, stop it! You're making me hard again Karl.. something you seem
to be very good at..."
"Why, thank you kindly sir.. but it seems your story has made me
hard, so..." "Wild! I was hoping it might..."
Marty, Greg, Jeff and the rest told me that I wasn't alone at being
hard.
"I.. think I remember that guy," Jeff told Ricky. "I would have
sworn that I met him once, I wondered about him."
"You did meet him once, remember?" Ricky reaffirmed. "You came by
our skate spot once, and we were there."
I commended Ricky too on the fine way that he resisted activity
back on the beach. Sure we might eventually mess around with other
people, but not now.. not.. until we at least got settled and knew
what the score was. If I was going to get property we were going to
get it outright... not lease it, and I had the feeling this place
was going to get expensive if we took it. I wasn't thinking about
working -right away- either.. given at least a couple or three
weeks to see what this place was like, where we COULD work, and
weigh out the options. Still, this would be a place we could call
our own.
And too, it was pretty much solid Florida sand. No grass to fool
with.
"So, you think this might work out?" Ricky asked.
"I hope so. I'm just thinking of cost.. I hope it won't kill us," I
told him. Jeff pulled out some $20 bills from his billfold.
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way... don't forget how
MUCH we have..." he reminded me.
"That's right," Ricky prompted. "We're not exactly poor. And if I
have to get a job, I will..."
"Well, I'm sure we'll make it," I said. "Even if we have to get
something somewhere else.. but I guess privacy comes with a price."
Still, as long as it were reasonable, I was going to pay it. No one
deserved it more than these guys and I felt sure that IF this house
had had gay owners, they would be able to strike us some kind of
deal, either in monthly payments or something.
We faded off listening to some good music and thinking of the fun
we'd have tomorrow, now that we were pretty damn sure we were home-
or at least, in the neighborhood.
Now, shades of last night.. Ricky creamed my ass again! It was easy
to feel him peel his dick off of me as he turned over, only this
time it was on my stomach. We couldn't help but giggle.
"What's happening?" Jeff asked.
"Oh, nothing," I said. "Ricky's just 'peeling' off of me."
"Oh. Okay. Whatever," he said and rolled over and fell back to
sleep. Ricky told me that he was definitely dreaming about Ralph
molesting him THAT night, and it really kept his pecker hard. We
were all too worn out from the road to even think of doing
anything. We didn't like it that way, but this was the last night
that we'd feel like this, and we were damned ready for it to end.
As we floated away, Ricky held me close and kissed me. His dick was
planted between my legs and it was all sticky. God, what a night...
what a week this had been for me.
The morning sun awoke us, rested and fresh. Everyone was, of
course, loaded with a fresh load of piss and had to drain it off;
Ricky wanted to get a plastic bucket out of the back of the van so
that everyone could pee in it so we could see just how much we
could all put out together. Well, it was a five gallon bucket, and
it was damn near half full when we were all done! Normally I would
have imagined...
"Ricky, would you have turned that bucket all over yourself?"
"Yeah, I would, but normally I'd let everybody just hose me down,
no buckets.. hehheh..."
"I know that's right.."
We all looked at what we had done, how full it was, thinking about
what we would do if we were already living somewhere... and we all
had wicked grins on our faces. Well, Ricky walked over to the
bucket and stuck in his hands, wiped his face with it. "Damn, just
like his high school days," I thought. He took a little in his
hands and slurped it.
"Pretty good," he said. "Wouldn't want to do.. anything but slurp
it though, today.."
"Bad taste?"
"No, just too fucking much of it. I'd be.. coating my everlovin'
body with it if.. I could.. better get that shit away from me
before I go ape!"
I didn't think he was serious, but Jeffrey quickly walked over and
moved the bucket away from his brother. Greg walked over to me. "He
would, too," he said to me. "We never take any of his threats
lightly. He may be smart, but he'll let you know before he does
something foolish that he seems to have lack of control over,
and... we react when we think we have to."
"Yeah... I follow.." I said.
Jeff took the bucket of pee and did the same as Ricky, washed his
face with it. "Dammit, I've wanted to do that since I heard you
talk about it, little bro.
Fuck I love you," and he took Ricky and kissed him. We were all
stiffening as we did just about every morning.
We all eventually had washed our faces with the pee, and it smelled
good, opening our noses smelling fresh as the morning dew. We wiped
clean with a towel damp with water. Jeff poured the bucket onto the
ground and put the bucket away.
There had not been one single car coming up the road, we had been
awake since about 7:30 and now it was a quarter after eight. "If
someone was around here," I thought, "they would have probably
already come by, if they were going to go to work or something.
This is Monday," I noticed, looking at the date on my watch.
"That was wild, with the bucket," I said. "Yeah, it was," Ricky
said. "We'll do it again when we.. can maybe utilize it..."
We put on some clothes and we were going back to town to eat, look
around and call the number about that house, to see if we could get
somebody.
"Mr. Greenspan's office," the man's voice on the phone said.
"Is Mr. Frank Tate there?"
"Yes, yes he is, just one moment."
"Frank Tate."
"Yes, Mr. Tate this is Karl Grogin. I'm calling about the house you
have for sale, 2026 Icarus.."
"Ahh, yes Mr. Grogin. Are you interested in the house?"
"Yes sir, (No, I'm interested in your parakeet that's why I wasted a
quarter
to call you.) I was interested in looking at it.. do you have any
kind of estimate you were planning on offering?"
"Well, I'm asking $100,000, but it is totally negotiable.
Everything is intact and in great shape but I must warn you.. it's
in a gay neighborhood."
"Well, Mr. Tate," (this was beginning to sound like "Darrin" on
"Bewitched"...)" I am fully aware that this is a gay area of town,
I am gay and it would be sold to myself and six other gays."
Ricky's eyebrows dropped to a serious expression. "What the hell is
going on?" he muttered...
"Oh... well, I can set up an appointment with you if you like..
see, my lover and I have just moved from there to something closer
to town. Were you interested in looking at it today?"
"Yes, well, yes sir, at your earliest possible convenience."
"How does three p.m. sound, at the house?"
"Wonderful! We'll be there!"
"Well you obviously got the guy," Jeff said.
"Yep, and we're supposed to meet him at the house at three o'
clock."
"Three o'clock or three o'cock?" Ralph played. Hehh.. next to Ricky
he was a real comedian.
Good, this would give us some time to look around, see what the
town offered. Shit, from the sound of things this town might be a
gay majority instead of a minority!
We drove around, located various grocery and similar stores.. even
a shopping mall which we walked around in a little while.
We all walked into a computer store and Jeff saw me look at some
Commodore software.
"Do you have a computer?" he asked.
"Yeah, I just have a Commodore 64. Nothing really fancy."
"Jesus Christ, I didn't know that. Ricky has an Atari 800XL and I
have a Commodore 64 too!"
"I didn't see you pack any of that stuff," I noted.
"Yeah, we did. It was in all those loose Georgia Tech tote bags."
"Oh yeah. Those."
"Does the fire button on your joystick work?" Ricky said as we got
back in the van.
"Wait a minute," I said, "which joystick?"
"The one inside yer shorts..."
"That's what I -thought- you meant. Yeah, it definitely works."
"Bet it's not computer controlled either."
"Nope."
This hit on something else.. Ralph had taken computer classes in
school because as much as he wanted to, and as much as Ricky had
wanted him, he was never able to just come over and fuck around
with Ricky's computer or anything like that. No, parents just
seemed to have this way of making time disappear into something
they thought was "more constructive", and it usually wasn't, at
least not for Ralph or Ricky.
"You know, I had gotten just so sick and fed up with this fucking
crap," Ricky said. "Our parents were determined to keep us
separated as often as possible, even within our family. Hell, I
think they thought it was strange that we got along so well with
each other- it was almost like they expected us to fight, like a
lot of brothers do. We didn't, shit, not like that anyway, and I
think they were trying to make conditions 'favorable' for it...
just like, well, LAST summer. Jeff, remember you kept saying you
wanted to mow the grass once in a while, and I said I didn't care?"
"Yeah I remember that," Jeff said. "I said that I wouldn't mind
cutting it a few times. See, they left that job to primarily Ricky,
hell it was just like a fucking teacher assigning him work or a
drill sergeant giving him KP.. 'no Jeff, just let Ricky alone now
and let him cut the grass,' mom would say.. phewwww.."
"Yeah, and as a result of that," Ricky continued, "I'd get pissed
and wear very little out there."
"Yeah, I still remember the time mom looked out there and all you
had on in that sweltering heat was underwear! Ha- I think she went
into shell shock!" Marty defined.
"Yeah, and I made sure I was in the front yard too," Ricky added.
"I know," Jeff said. "That's what gave her shell shock. If you'd
been cutting the back, she'd of laughed it off.."
"Was this a riding mower?" I asked.
"No, it was a push mower."
"Hot damn! If I'd seen something like that, I'd have asked him to
mow my lawn too!"
"I'll bet you would," Ricky said, laughingly. "That was just the
other idea I had for doing it.. heh.. it was twofold.. piss off
mom, and attract guys.."
"Bet you were doing both," I said. "Hell, I know you were."
"'Ja know I skateboarded Massey Drive once just in underwear?"
Ricky said to Jeff.
"Uh, no, never heard that one."
"Do tell, do tell," Ralph persisted, loving it.
"I ripped off my shorts since I didn't have on a shirt... I put my
shorts on my head and skated... and I think.. yeah... I even put my
dick out... this was two years ago so I hadda think about it..
"Fuck! Just be glad there weren't any cops around..." I said.
"Hell, there never are, not around our place anyway. They must
think there's never any crimes down Massey Drive..."
"Must not."
Shew, what a bunch of lunatics we were.
We had discovered a lot in our rounds through town, mainly that the
gay section covered about five square miles in town. Not bad at
all. A grocery store and a shopping mall was all we really needed
nearby, but there was a skate shop too, and inevitably, a skate
park too.. we stopped there for a while and tried it out. Or
rather, let Ricky, Ralph and Marty try it out. It was nice and it
was gay, too. At the time we tried it there were only a couple of
other youngsters there, and they were about thirteen or so.
All we were doing mainly at the skate park was killing time- none
of us could wait until three, we seemed to feel already that this
house had our name on it. The boys skated for at least fifteen
minutes and with some really rad moves. Damn, if I only had had a
video camera- this was shit very worth taping, especially where
they got at angles that exposed certain body parts, in practically
full view.
A 15-year-old curly red haired boy named Jody came over to talk to
us while the others were skating. He told us of great places along
the waterfront that were nice enough to spend an entire day at. He
told us that he had a 16-year-old boyfriend - of course they could
only see each on occasion, because they both lived with their
different families. He had lived here all his life and showed
sympathy when we told him of our problems and travels. He was
really nice, and great for conversation.
We left the park a little after 12 noon and went towards the beach-
we were going to see if we could get a start on a small tan while
we had nothing else better to do. We were wondering if there were
any gay nude beaches around- even so we really didn't think there
were. We fucked around down there for almost an hour before we left
for lunch... some quick hot dogs at a local restaurant.
"Suggestive food," Ricky remarked. "Well, why don't you suck it
instead of eating it, and biting it?" Ralph said. "Good point,
but... not taken.." said Ricky.
Even so, it was still only a little after 1:30 when we still
decided to browse around the area, and found three gay bars and a
novelty shop. There were a few flamboyant queens in the area.
With all the running around, it was soon 2:30 and we felt we had
better mosey on back toward the house. For some reason I felt that
tonight we would be sleeping in bed, or at least- in the house.
A red Chevy Monte Carlo pulled up behind our van at the appointed
hour. A man got out and walked over to us.
"Hi, I'm Frank Tate," he said.
"Karl Grogin. This is Jeff Fraser, Greg Fraser, Paul Fraser, Marty
Fraser, Ricky Fraser and Ralph Manning."
I wasn't afraid to use real names; as much as we had had the radio
on since we had left, we would know if there had been a warrant out
for Ralph's arrest.
Hell, I thought, if she hadn't wanted him back until now she might
as well forget it; she was a real bitch to him anyway. After I knew
what she had driven her husband to do, I was glad to have as many
miles between us and her as was possible.
"Ah. Well, I'll be glad to show you around. I wasn't doing much at
the office today anyway, see I work for an accounting firm.."
"Mr. Tate, we really appreciate you taking the time to come out
here.."
"Please, please.. call me Larry. People call me 'mister' all day
and it gets old...'"
"I know the feeling."
"Now, this fence has the option of being electrified if you want
it. There is an electric fence generator over there in the shed and
all you have to do is plug it in.. keeps annoying neighbors away if
you should have any..."
"You seem to sound like you really know you won't mind selling.."
"No, I am kind of in a hurry to sell, I'm behind in a lot of
payments and I need a little more in my nest egg..."
From the way the guys kept looking at me, they were going to leave
it all up to me to do all the talking. I had gotten them this far,
I guess they thought I'd be smart enough to close the sale.
This house was a good quarter of a mile off the dirt road, and the
dirt road was seldom traveled, so.. it was private for all intents
and purposes. But, was this a flim-flam deal? I didn't want to get
suckered into anything and I know none of the rest of the guys did
either.
The house was wood, but wasn't painted- it was treated with heavy
coats of stain and it looked nice.
"Well, of course you can understand why I cautioned you that it was
a gay neighborhood, but you won't even associate with them unless
you venture outside this gate. It is THAT dead up here."
"One nice feature I added that might help you.. I had installed a
camera at the gate about a month ago. You can use it to monitor
traffic on the road, or people requesting access to your lot. That
was one thing Keith and I wanted was privacy.. Keith is my lover.
We have a nice spot now, but this really isn't any better. In fact,
this is about as isolated as you can get in Clearwater."
"Yeah, well that's what we want is isolation..."
"Yeah... well this place has beaucoups and beaucoups of that! The
only way someone is going to see you is to swim up to this shore
and watch you.. there are way too many rocks off this shore to
allow a boat within a mile of it.
That's why there's no pier here."
"Fabulous!"
"Come on," he urged, "I'll show you the house."
It wasn't a huge house, that was okay, this family just needed one
bedroom and a large bed. Turned out the house just had two
bedrooms, a master and a guest. It had a large "family" room with a
stone fireplace, and a nice size kitchen. There was also a stone
laid back porch, not screened in. It was laid with the same stones
that were used in the fireplace. "I had this place built," Frank
was saying. "I had it done while I stayed with Keith in his
trailer. Are you sure the house seems big enough?"
The guys nodded in approval to me. Not one was saying no. The price
seemed to good to pass up.
"I just have one thing to say."
"What's that?" Frank said.
"What kind of payments do you want, monthly?"
"Yes, monthly will be great."
"And we agreed on $100,000?"
"Well, I originally said that, didn't I? But I am tempted to lower
that a little considering.. well... I have a certain compassion for
people that can come so far and appear to be so.. well, so
friendly! You just got it for 90K if you want it."
My eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. So were Jeff's. We
had seen the place, it was high quality, real good stuff. He must
have really been desperate for money.
"We'll take it."
"Okay, it is yours. Let's sit at the kitchen table now and talk
business."
"Uh... may I ask why it is that you didn't take the furniture?"
"Oh, yes! The furniture! Well no, we decided to just leave that and
get new pieces when we got settled, which we did. This is all
fantastic furniture, which you'll find. First house?"
"Yes.. yes it is," I said.
"Well, the way this puppy is built it might damn well be your last.
This thing was built to last a hundred years."
"This really looks good," Ricky added.
"I'm glad you like it. You're Ricky aren't you?"
"Yes I am.."
"How old are you, Ricky?"
"I'm sixteen."
"Oh? I... I thought you might be fourteen."
"Well.. heh.. that's what everybody thinks. Ralph is fourteen."
"Well, I'm thirty-three," Larry said.
"Nooo.." I said. "You look younger than that."
"Well, thanks," he said, smiling. "Didn't like life in Georgia,
huh?"
"Not too much. We'd always wanted to come to Florida."
"I see. Well, it is rather nice down here, I like to think. Now,
Karl just look this over here, here and here, and then sign it and
date it down here."
It was a large set of forms showing ownership of the house was
being turned over to us. All it said was really that we were
responsible and that Larry and his lover could no longer be
responsible for any loss, theft or damage to the house or
surrounding property. It just had a lot of clauses like a) and
b)... but I took my time reading each one, signing it, and passing
it to Jeff so another pair of eyes would know what was going on.
He HAD left a good deal of furniture, too, including beds...
damn... and there was a table out on the back porch complete with
an umbrella... "You know, that was another prime consideration for
me when I left the furniture here, that some new couple might get
the house as a "first home".. yeah you all are new, but more than
just a couple! Uh.. can I ask you something?"
"Sure!"
"Are you all.. related?"
"In a way, yes. Jeff, Greg, Paul, Marty and Ricky are naturally
related, we are sort of love-related."
"Fascinating, simply fascinating. This is the first group I've seen
like you all so friendly and full of life. I hope you like it
here."
"I'm sure we will."
He left soon, leaving me the keys and all the ownership papers. God
how I felt like a king on the mountain!
"Hot damn!" Ricky said. "Are we in heaven now or what?!"
"You bet your ass we are," I said.
"Uh-huh," said Jeff, with the most entranced expression on his
face, almost in disbelief of anything he had seen or heard in the
last two hours.
"Are we.. destinated?"
"Yes Jeff, I think we are.. phew. We can all rest now."
"Do you mean we can actually spend days on end up here in paradise
and never have to leave?" Ralph asked, puzzled.
"Uh, yeah, that's the idea... but we'll have to make a trip to the
grocery store."
"This is true," Jeff said and added, "you know, I was just
thinking, it would have been possible to totally pay the man
completely off outright, wouldn't it?
I mean, you did that obviously so that if he were a con, or the
house had something wrong with it...?"
"Exactly. Yeah... talk about mind-reading, well, there you go
again..."
"Wasn't there a president that once said that?"
Shit, that was it, we were home. This way, not paying all at once,
if we saw for some reason that we had to leave, etc., we could and
wouldn't be out so much money. Not that we were planning to LEAVE.
I was more than satisfied with the house and all.. and in fifteen
minutes we were outside unloading the van. This house wasn't real
big and we were glad of it; we didn't want a lot of space. We
wanted to stay close together, not far apart.
We soon examined that house top to bottom, stem to stern and found
it to be great condition and it more than seemed to fill the bill.
That back porch would be a great spot for golden showers, I
thought.. and there was even a hose handy to hose the area off when
we got through.
What got me the most was when I saw Ricky unload the barbells from
the back of the van; shit! Ricky still lifted weights? "Yeah man, I
conned these outta dad two years ago. He kinda got them for me as a
Christmas gift, and I have been using them. Ricky flexed his arm
and made a muscle; Christ! I had never noticed that before either!
This kid had a good set of biceps and his pecs weren't in bad shape
either. But this really wasn't bad... this house and practically a
complete entourage of furniture to go with it.. shit!! We all made
love to one another and then went back out on the porch and pissed
on each other; then Jeff did to me as he had promised- they all
stroked their meat until they shot their cum juices all over me!!
Talk about a creamsicle.. and it was Ricky that started the attempt
at licking me dry... hot damn!
Sex city!
I messed around with the outside camera just a little- the monitor
was set up in the kitchen and everything DID work; there was a
joystick and so forth to move the camera around, much like the
cameras you find (or DON'T find) hidden in many department stores
nestled quietly behind glass domes in the ceiling...
The kitchen was complete with an automatic dishwasher, table and
chairs, a sink and there were also a washer and dryer in there.
Everything was amazingly in perfect working condition. There
weren't any TV's or anything, but we could provide those, soon.
There was a refrigerator with an automatic ice machine and water in
the door; neat, I had always liked those. Suddenly I thought, in my
warped mind, what if there were a way to get piss on tap just like
that. Two seconds later...
"Wouldn't it be wild if piss just shot outta that thing?" Ricky
remarked. Shit! I can't even keep my thoughts to myself anymore!
"Yep, yep it would," I agreed.
We lay down on the carpeted area in front of the fireplace and
relaxed. I fucked around with the boys, I couldn't let them rest.
That was okay because they couldn't let me alone either, and it
wasn't long before Ricky's pole was hard. That was as regular as
clockwork around here.
Ralph soon noticed it and began playing with it, Ricky just laid
there with his hands behind his head, propped up watching Ralph and
loving the hell out of just sitting in one place without doing 55
miles an hour. We all were after days of being cramped in that van.
Jeff got between my legs and flailed his large head of hair all
over my lower abdomen; it ticked a little but he followed it with
an intense "scratching" period which did include my balls. We would
still have to sort out all of our belongings, but it sure as shit
was something that could wait until tomorrow.
Squirt, Squirt.. Ricky was filling Ralph's mouth with his hot sweet
teen juices again and you could tell it. "Rrrrrr.. Rrrromph!" Ralph
grunted as he strained to swallow it all. "Grrrrrrr!!!" and with
that he had successfully mustered getting it all down his throat.
Shit, Ricky had put out a lot that time. You could tell because he
just sat there with the most perverted grin of any sane kid I had
ever seen!
Then Ralph motioned for me. I leaned over. He gave me some of
Ricky's sperm. Hot shit! REAL hot shit! Yummmmm...
Of course, Ricky was hard again from seeing all these reactions and
he got up, walked over to the hearth in front of the fireplace,
knelt in front of it and... banged his dick on the stones. He held
the base of his shaft in his right hand and just repeatedly slapped
the stone with his cockhead. "Ahhhhh- ahh..." he moaned in
pleasure. "It feels so damn good..."
"What?"
"I used to do this on my skateboard in my bedroom at night, you
know the sand-papery part where you put your feet? I wouldn't slide
my dick on it, I'd just beat it, and it sounded like I was beating
on a fuckin' drum with a drumstick.. but God, it didn't feel this
good.."
"He sure did," Greg recalled. "Damn near drove me to want to try it
too. I think he does it more because his tool is so fuckin' huge."
Sperm was oozing out, even now. With some of his slaps, he was
slinging sperm out of his slit onto the rock. And the longer he did
it, the more came out until he was sending streams of it out and
his face was again red. I recognized the signs of the horny bastard
and sat down with him, kissing him, loving him, and doing just
about anything I could to him to get him more red. Finally he could
not take this anymore and fucked me, I let him fuck me without a
lube and although at first I wished I hadn't, the fact that he
hadn't seemed to be a huge turn-on. "I'm warning you," Greg said.
"You remember what happened to me..."
My asshole never did burn though, and once when he had all of his
ten in me, he put his hands on my hips and leaned on me, kissed me
on the back, licked my back... ohhhh... shit...! He just stood
there like that for like.. a minute, looking at all his brothers,
giggling, knowing we were home, acting like a real loon. I loved
it. "Arf!" he barked. "I feel like a puppy dog! Ruff!" and he
panted at me a couple of times. Just as I could take no more, Ralph
came over and sucked my tool. Yeah... and Ricky started fucking me
again. It was incredible. Then Ricky pulled out and we all watched
him stream shot after shot of cum into the air. It was like a
machine gun, just firing and firing. He loved it. We all did.