Date: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 06:43:17 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 146

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 146

I sat at my desk at the window looking out at the kids playing in the yard.
I had my pipe and was pecking away at the typewriter absentmindedly.  Hands
touched my shoulder and began massaging me which felt relaxing.  Life just
doesn't get better than this.

"Come on honey, Blake & Melissa are here and we're all ready to watch the
start of the Homo games.  The grandkids are excited that Travis and Trevor
are our best hope to win for our sector this year.  Take a break and come
join us.  Blake has to leave tomorrow to take his new position as
Ambassador to Australia, so this will be the last time we're together for a
while."

I agreed that the twins were going to rule at the Homo games, but was
really upset that Blake was leaving with his wife and kids.  I would miss
them terribly.  I got a kiss on the cheek and smiled.

"That's a pretty dress darling," I said as she came around to take my hand.
You have to lie about things like that.  Frankly I've never been a fan of
her floral prints.

"Thank you sweetheart, now come downstairs," she said.  I picked up my
baseball cap and put it on to hide the bald spot and grey hair, as I still
wasn't ready to face that.

I sat up in bed sweating and realized it was just another nightmare.  God,
how terrible.  I was married to a chick and had a bald spot.  I looked over
at Colin and he opened his eyes to glance at me.

"You okay?"  He asked.

"Yeah, just had the craziest nightmare.  I was married with kids."

"Oh thanks!  You ARE married with a kid," Colin said as he rubbed my thigh.

"No, I was married to a chick who wears floral dresses," I explained.

"Yeah, that would be a nightmare alright."

"Blake was married to Melissa and had two kids and they were moving to
Australia for him to become the Ambassador.  Trevor and Travis were
entering the Homo games."

"I think that's the last time you should have cheese and beer before going
to bed baby. Sounds like you're also anxious to see the new Hunger Games
movie.  Ambassador huh?  Our boy is going to be the Ambassador?  Cool.  Go
back to sleep and let me know how it ends, but can you replace the wife
with me this time?" he said as he lay back down.

"I dunno, she had pretty nice boobs," I grinned leaning over to kiss him.
I was still a bit shaken that I'd replaced him with a girl so easily.  I
didn't immediately go back to sleep as I wondered if Blake was still 12 and
went to check on him.  He was sleeping soundly and still a kid.  Whew, that
was scary.  I crawled into bed with him and fell asleep.  If he was going
to have kids and make me a grandfather I was going to make it tough for him
to do that.  Shit, I'm barely ready for this whole Dad thing, being a
grandfather hadn't even been put on the bucket list yet.  Technically I was
still too young to even HAVE a bucket list.  I awoke a few hours later with
Blake staring at me with a smile.

"Hi Dad!" he exclaimed when he saw my eyes open.  "Whatcha doin' in my bed?
Did Dad Colin kick you out of your bed?"

"No, I had a nightmare where you were all grown up and married with your
own kids, so I came in here to see if you were still you." I explained
honestly.

"Yep, I'm still me.  How many kids did I have?" He asked curiously.

"Two, and you were married to Melissa."

"Ewww, married.  That WAS a nightmare.  I've never even had sex with her
Dad, honest!" he said putting his head on my chest.

I laughed.  "I know that.  It was just a dream."

"So what are we doin' today?"

"Well, you're going to school and I'm going to University."

"Okay, but what about my kids?  Are they just going to stay home alone?" he
giggled.  "By the way, you're naked.  I thought the rule was to wear
underwear when we slept in someone else's bed."

"It is, but I won't tell if you won't."  I smiled.

"I won't tell, but I think we both have same morning problem," he remarked
looking under the covers taking hold of my erection.  I gently removed it.

"I think we can handle our own problems," I smiled.

"He looked at me quizzically for a second then giggled again.  "That was a
pun wasn't it? `Handle' our own problems."  I acknowledged that he was
correct as he crawled on top of me and folded his hands across my chest.
"You wanna play hooky?  We could go out on the boat or in the plane or
something."

"Thanks, but I think we both need to go learn some things to get
smarterer," I smiled as I put my hand over his back.  He wiggled again and
I could feel his crotch rubbing against mine.  "Blake, either lie still or
go take care of your erection and come back."

He just looked at me and smiled.  "I'm just lying here and trying to get
comfortable, but your penis is pressing into me."

"Well yours is pressing into me too," I reminded him.

"You can sleep in here anytime you want Dad.  It's fun having a sleepover,"
he said as he hitched up and kissed me.  He giggled as he tried to bite my
nose.

I pushed him off so he was lying beside me with his head back on my
chest. "You're a real shit disturber, you know that right?"

"No I'm not.  I still have a boner though," he smiled.  "Do you still have
one?" He said looking under the covers.  Fortunately I didn't.

"We all wake up with one.  Welcome to being a guy, but as you get older you
figure out how to control it easier.  Half the time you can pee it away or
have a colder shower.  It's just something you have to learn to deal with
eventually.  If you give into your penis every time it gets hard, you'll
not have time for all the other activities in your life and you could miss
out on a lot," I said with my hand still on his back.

"But it's so much fun to play with it Dad.  I think it's the best feeling
ever."  He climbed back on top of me and folded his arms across my chest.

"You're not wrong there.  Now will you PLEASE stop wiggling around on me?"

"Okay, but you have to move your thing," he said as he grabbed my dick and
pulled it out from underneath him.  "See, that's better and not poking me.
So are we playing hooky today?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?"  I grinned as I rubbed his hair.  "Is
there a reason you don't want to go to school?"

"Kinda, but I don't want to tell you.  If we can't play hooky, can I take a
sick day?"

I turned serious as it worried me that he was avoiding school.  "Blake, you
know you can tell me anything."

"That's not true, Dad.  I told you about my naked adventures at school and
you almost killed Conrad.  Now he's scared to come anywhere near me and he
didn't do anything wrong."

I tried not to smile.  I scared someone.  Cool.  I really wasn't big enough
to intimidate people, so this was a win in my book.  Obviously my age and
the fact I was Blake's father had some affect.  "I'm sorry Blake, but it's
my job to protect you.  Sometimes you won't like it or even understand, but
you have to trust me.  I may not get everything right, but you'll just have
to go with it until you're an adult.  You'll make the same kinds of tough
decisions for your kids one day."

"The ones I'm moving to Australia with?" he beamed.

"See...just like that.  If that were real, you'd have made a decision that
your kids probably wouldn't like since they'd have to leave their friends,
but you'd make it for a better life for your family."

Blake was blinking and listening carefully, but I could see his mind
working on something.  I hoped he was processing everything.  "It still
sucks.  You treat me like a little kid sometimes and I don't think that's
fair."

"Sometimes the situation you're in is beyond what you should be doing at
your age and it's our job to make sure you don't grow up too fast or get
hurt, or do things you shouldn't.  Like the fact you're moving your
erection around on my stomach to make yourself feel good."

"I'm not.  I'm just lying here, Dad."  He said trying to sound innocent.

"Blake, I used to do it on the edge of the bed when I was your age, but I
didn't have anyone to tell me why it felt so amazing, so I definitely know
what you are doing."

He just grinned at me.  "You can teach me that kind of stuff right?  You
know, Dad to son.  Isn't that your job?"

"Yes.  But it's not my job to have sex with you.  Now you have a decision
to make son.  You can keep doing what you're doing until you make a mess
and get into trouble from me, or stop and get yourself under control."

"Can I ask a question first?"

"Sure," I agreed wondering how his mind was working.

"If I keep going how long would I be grounded for?"

"I guess that's the million dollar question.  Your first adult decision,
son."

His eyes darted back and forth over my face as he processed it.  I almost
held my breath as he weighed his options, but I was going to allow him to
make it.  He lowered himself so that his head was on my chest and turned to
put his ear to listen to my heart beat.  It was faster than normal as this
was a real test and I was totally freaking out.  I felt him move again, and
for a split second I thought he was going to go for it, then he rolled off
and lay on his back beside me.  I think I let out a big sigh of relief.
"Good choice," I whispered as I patted his chest.

"I didn't want to be grounded," he said, but I had a feeling he also didn't
want to piss me off either.  We lay there for a few minutes without saying
anything.

"So do you want to tell me why you don't want to go to school today?"  I
asked quietly.  He turned on his side and looked at me.

"Conrad told other guys to stay away from me as my Dad was a psychopath.
They aren't talking to me anymore and some of them are calling me names and
pushing me into the lockers and stuff.  I don't think anyone likes me
anymore."

"I think anyone who counts likes you.  Those other guys will get over it
once they find something else to entertain them."

"Are you sure?"  He asked.

"Some will be like that, but any true friends will be there for you.  One
thing you can never do is hide from a problem.  Face it head on and be
strong."

"Like should I beat them up and stuff?"  He asked leaning up to look at me
curiously.  "Once I'm better at karate, I could take them out easily."

"No.  Strong like mentally.  Violence is never the answer.  Plus Karate is
for self-defence only, not to beat people up.  I thought that was like
their number one rule.  Just be yourself Blake and don't let people change
you."

"That's super confusing Dad.  I just tried to be who I am and you said I
couldn't without being grounded.  I tried to be myself with Conrad and you
almost killed him."

I wish he'd stop saying I almost killed the kid.  I barely scarred him for
life.  "Slightly different, buddy.  I'm your Dad.  It's my job to guide you
with the best advice I have.  It's up to you to decide to take it or leave
it.  Today, you made a good choice.  When you let those boys have sex with
you, in my opinion, you made a bad choice.  But both were your choice to
make with the consequences that go with it."

"Wow.  That's hard to understand Dad.  How do I know what to do and not
do?"

"Sometimes you have to figure it out and think it through, or ask one of us
for advice."

"I do that and all you say is I have to wait until I'm 16.  I think this
whole adult stuff is way tough.  Maybe I could focus on helping Travis,
Trevor and James grow up to be teenagers and stuff, but could maybe just
me, you and Colin go places and do things as a normal family sometimes."

I almost cried at that.  Even with two Dads he saw us as a normal family.
"I'd like that a lot Blake, and I know Colin would too."

"So can we maybe go skiing in Whistler today?"  He smiled hopefully.

"Nice try, but you're going to school.  How about if we spend next weekend
in Whistler?"

"Tomorrow?"  He asked excitedly.

"No, we're busy this weekend, but next one we can go."

"Okay, I'll buy that.  We have to shake on it," he smiled as he spit in his
hand.  Really?  Spit?  I can't remember if I ever did that with Alex or
not.  Gross.  I went to shake his hand.  "You have to spit in your hand too
Dad."  Double gross.  I spit anyway and we shook hands.  I wasn't sure what
to do with a mitt full of spit, but he had no problem wiping his hand on
the bed.  I reached over for a tissue.  Thank god he had some handy.  If
he'd been 9, I'd have had to get out of bed.

I took him to the bathroom for a shower and washed his hair as he still
liked it when I did that, and I doubted he would be asking when he was 14.
I was impressed that he never tried anything while we were in there.  I
think I may have won a major victory.  We got downstairs to breakfast and
the shock of what we saw almost prevented us from breaking out in laughter.
The kitchen was covered in ice cream and the twins were sitting on the
floor happily gorging themselves in chocolate.  It would be easier to move
than clean the mess up.  Blake began laughing so hard that the twins got up
and started jumping around with excitement, not realizing that all the
laughing was at them.  Of course as they did that ice cream was flying
everywhere off their spoons, making an even bigger mess and causing more
laughter from Blake.

"You want bweakfast, Bwake?"  Travis said as he held a spoon up for him.

Blake shook his head.  "Kids, huh?"

Alex was only half awake as he casually strolled down into the room and the
look on his face was priceless as he stopped and looked around the kitchen.
If a tornado had gone through Willy Wonka's chocolate factory it couldn't
have created as much a mess as the twins.

"Holy crap!"  Alex said as he stood there with his mouth open and slowly
pulled out his phone to take pictures.  We'd probably need them for the
insurance company or some sort of crime scene investigator.

"Hi Daddy!  Want some bweakfast?"  Trevor asked as he ran up to Alex with a
spoonful of dripping ice cream.  I couldn't help it, I think I snorted with
laughter.

"Thanks honey, but I'm not sure that's the best breakfast and I'm thinking
you've had enough for all of us," he said putting his hand on Travis' head
to stop him getting any closer.

"How about if I just get the hose and you put them in the back yard," I
suggested.  "And then we'll call the insurance company and say we've been
vandalized."

"I'll volunteer to stay home and clean it all up," Blake said helpfully.

"Nice try, but you're going to school.  Let's try and get some breakfast
through all this mess."

"Can't blame a guy for trying.  I can get breakfast at school.  They give
kids breakfasts if you want to eat there," he said as we tried to step
around the mess.  It would probably be easier to step through a mine field
in North Korea carrying rainbow flags and yelling disapproval of Kim Jong
Un.

"Blake, those breakfasts are for kids that don't get anything at home.
They make sure that everyone has food to start the day," I told him.  "It's
not something you should be taking."

"I don't think so Dad, `cause lots of kids are in the cafeteria each
morning.  I think the school just likes giving us breakfasts."

"I'm pretty sure it's just for underprivileged children," I told him as I
made my way to the cupboard without incident.  The twins were still playing
in the ice cream minefield and Alex was texting Jason to come down and
help.  I grabbed some food for all of us and handed it off to Blake to put
on the counter, which ironically was about the only clean place in the
entire kitchen.  Colin and Jason arrived almost at the same time from
opposite ends and stood in disbelief at what they were seeing.

"I supposed we can be thankful that they hadn't written all over everything
in felt pen.  At least this will be relatively easy to clean up," Colin
grinned.

"God, I'm so sorry guys.  I had no idea they would come down and do this.
Boys how did you even get into the freezer?"  Jason said looking at the
twins or the blobs of chocolate that looked like the twins.

Trevor pointed to the chair close to the fridge which they had obviously
dragged over.  Jason and Alex each picked up one boy and held him out as
they took them downstairs to the big bathroom.  That would probably be the
best place to sandblast them clean.  The kitchen, well let's just say that
would need a team of experts.  We moved to the dining room and had
breakfast.  As Troy, Kyle and `Marvin' came down and saw the mess they
almost immediately guessed the twins.  It wasn't long before two naked
three year olds ran past with Jason and Alex hot on their heels.

"It's like they're supercharged," Alex said as he was soaked in just his
underwear.

"A few litres of ice cream will do that to you," Kyle smiled as we watched
the show.  The twins were running all over the house like cartoon
characters, with Jason and Alex trying to herd them up to their rooms to
get clothes on.  Blake was laughing so hard that he was now hiccupping as
he tried to eat.  Once they caught the boys, they carried them off,
promising to return in a few minutes to take care of the mess.

"I'll just call the cleaners," Colin said.  "They'll be able to handle it
fast."

"I dunno, I still think it'll be easier to move," I said chuckling.

"Probably," he agreed.

Kyle dropped Blake at school on the bike and I drove to University for
another exciting day of classes.  Still no Damian and I almost didn't care,
except that I hoped he hadn't done something stupid.  I was already
thinking about the start of the new initiation for the `Q' pledges which
began tonight.  Alex had said I'd probably like this one, as they had 20
guys this time, so I cleared my calendar.  Kyle and I agreed to be there
since Blake was going over to Cory's, and the twins were spending the night
with my Mom & Dad, their grandparents.  My parents really hadn't got used
to being grandparents yet.  I think they figured they had a few more years
before they had a houseful of little ones running around again.  Just wait
until we unload Blake and James on them with the twins.  If they thought
Jason and I were a handful, they ain't seen nothin' yet.  Colin and Jason
said they were going to spend the night at the Slam'r as they hadn't been
out together in a while.  I was okay with that as everyone would think
Jason was me, making it look like I was out with my husband, and creating
my alibi...muah ha ha.

The pledging began at 7pm, so we all arrived early at the first meeting
point which was an old building in the industrial area around East
Vancouver, and not our usual warehouse on the pier.  We said hi to the
other members already there, including the twins Brett & Levi.

"The only thing I hate about the robes is when you get a hardon it's kinda
difficult to hide," Brett said to me as I pulled my robe on.

"What are you wearing under it?" I asked.

"Nothing.  I thought we were supposed to be naked underneath," he answered.

I laughed.  "No, you can wear your clothes, or if it's too hot, just leave
your underwear on."

"Oh.  I kinda like being naked underneath actually, except for throwing
wood at times.  Maybe the underwear is a good idea when I'm horny."

"Actually, I like the idea of you being naked.  Maybe we should have Alex
make that a rule.  When we wear the robe we have to be naked, or at the
very most wearing assless underwear or a jock strap."  Since we were
talking about it, I decided to join in with the twins.  I pulled the robe
off and stripped before pulling it back on.  They both smiled.  "You
realize this will make me super horny and I'll probably need to have sex
before the night is over."

"We can help with that," Levi said.  "That's the fun part of the robes.  We
just lift them up and lets someone slide under to take care of it.  They
almost disappear under there.  I'm surprised Monks aren't banging each
other's brains out.  I'd be so horny all the time if this is all I wore."
I reached over and grabbed his crotch through the fabric.  "Not cool!" He
complained.  "I can't go out there with a boner before we even start."  I
just smiled and gave him a couple quick tugs before we headed out to the
main area.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you won't be the only one hard by the time the night
is over.  If you guys are still horny later, we can hook up if you'd like."
Levi looked at Brett and they both smiled.

"It's a date," he grinned. "Do we have time for a quick round now?  Anyone
else want to have some fun before we start tonight," he asked looking
around at all the guys changing.  God, that's like asking nerds if they'd
like to talk about the plot flaws in an episode of Star Trek.  We'd never
get to the initiation.

"Stay focused," Alex said as he took charge.  "Pace yourselves, it's the
pledges first night and we want to make sure they get the full welcome.  If
any of you still have something left at the end, then we can have some fun
once the pledges are gone."

Levi pouted and put his head on his brother's shoulder.  I just smiled and
grabbed his crotch again.  He moaned slightly, but I could feel he was
already reacting.  Despite Alex's warning I seriously wanted to drop to my
knees and go under Levi's robe.  The boy was hot.

As per Alex's request we were not only in our robes but we had all put the
masks on too as he thought that some of the new pledges might easily
recognize us.  The pledges had been given a location close to the warehouse
to meet, which was fairly isolated but open enough that we could see the
road with traffic going by.  Of course at this time of night we might be
able to see the vehicles but they couldn't see us.  Many of the newbies, or
as I like to call them, victims, had already arrived and I smiled when I
saw that they were all wearing white togas.  They must have thought it was
going to be like a frat party.  We waited out of sight in the dark watching
them mingle and get to know each other as more arrived.  Once it was time,
we stepped forward in a group heading towards them.  While most of us
walked, there was one of the black SUV's following slowly behind us.  All
we needed was a smoke machine so we could walk out of the mist and this
would be a total vampire movie.

As we got closer, I was totally surprised to see how many I actually knew.
A few were from the Quest Academy, which I suppose makes sense as it was a
natural place for recruits.  I recognized Chance, Erik and Darren, as well
as brother's Brandon and Andrew.  There were many I didn't recognize, but
when I saw Tripp and Dickson step out from behind the group I couldn't
believe it.  Kyle leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "You're welcome!"
I nudged him with my shoulder.

"You know he'll never pass right?"  I said knowing how Dickson reacted to
things.

"I know, but I figure if you play your cards right, you might be able to
fuck him before he does quit.  Like I said...you're welcome."  Kyle was
always looking out for me and my cock jumped at the thought of finally
getting to bone Dickson.  There was just something about him that made my
mind go all fucked up.  I could easily see raping him against his will.  I
know that's wrong, but everything about the guy said amazing, except his
dislike of me.  But once he'd had my cock in him, his opinion would change.
Of that I was certain.

Alex stood in front of them.  "Welcome pledges.  You are here to try to
gain entry into the Q Society.  While we're a secret organization, we are
well known, and all of you have been handpicked to become part of us as we
believe you possess the qualities we are looking for.  If you pass the
initiation activities over the next month, you will join one of the most
powerful organizations anywhere.  We have members all over the world ready
to be your brothers whenever and wherever you need them.  If you fail, you
will never hear from us again and we will have built in assurances that you
do not reveal anything about us to others.  During your pledging, you will
not talk about what you are doing or why, not even to each other.  Remember
we have brothers in every profession and will be watching you closely.  But
before we begin tonight, you must understand that when we call for you in
the next month, you will stop what you are doing and follow our orders.
You can expect to be tested for everything that makes us a strong
brotherhood, from mental and physical, to sexual.  You will be pushed to
your limits, and challenged to overcome fears and apprehensions to better
yourself and the Society.  All our members have one thing in common.  We
are all gay or bisexual, whether you are out or still in the closet and you
have been selected because we believe you to be a fit for us, regardless of
your sexual experience.  If we made a mistake in selecting you and you are
not either of those, leave now."  No one moved.  "Good.  Now we begin."  He
pointed at one pledge.  "You step forward."

The pledge, who looked the youngest of the group stepped boldly forward and
faced Alex who went over to him and without warning or hesitation pulled
the toga from his shoulder and let it drop to the ground.  The pledge
immediately covered his crotch with his hand. "Good to see that you
followed instructions and wore only the toga and nothing else.  It is a
sign of a good pledge.  Others of you may not be so lucky.  Turn around and
face your fellow pledges."  The boy looked at Alex quickly and then turned
around as instructed.  "Put your hands behind your head."

You could see his nervousness, even in the dark, and I'm sure we could all
hear his heart beating loudly.  He did as he was told and was now showing
the other 19 pledges everything he had to offer.  He was probably too
nervous to get hard but at least he did as he was told.  I could only see a
side shot of him, but he did have plenty of pubes and an okay size cock for
someone flaccid.  Alex pointed at two more pledges.  "Step forward."

They came forward almost up to the first pledge.  If I were them, I would
have assumed I was about to be made naked next.  The one pledge he had
chosen was a large guy. Easily 200lbs and built like a football player.
The other was a black guy who was tall and skinny.  They looked like they
could be a comedy duo.  From under the toga, you could see that the big guy
was really hairy.  If he had that much around his pubes, he would need a
10" cock just so we'd be able to see it.  "Pledges, by the time we are done
and you become members, you will know everything about each other,
including each other's bodies.  We believe that your ability to interact
with each other without the confines of clothing, reduces you to basics and
allows you to be yourself, without hiding behind a false persona.  Tonight
it begins by these two pledges getting familiar with...what's your name
pledge?"

"Morgan...Morgan Sullivan," he answered in a very timid, almost feminine
voice.  I found it difficult to believe that this boy would make it through
the pledging as he seemed scared shitless.

"Get familiar with Morgan here.  Inspect his body, make sure you get to see
his erection and check out all parts of him as he stands still."  They did
as they were told and looked over his whole skinny body and the bigger guy
was the first to take hold of Morgan's dick and give it a feel.  It didn't
take long before it was inflating and standing up at a 45 degree angle in
from of him.  He was about 6 inches uncut, but once hard, the skin was
pulled all the way past his head showing it all off nicely.  I would have
figured that with all the blood rushing to his penis, there wouldn't be
much left, but even in the dark you could see his face was bright red with
embarrassment.  I mean after all there were 20 pledges and at least 20 of
us around him, and he was the only one naked.  After a few minutes, Alex
returned the other two pledges back to the group and left Morgan standing
there with his erection for everyone to see.  He pulled two more pledges
forward.  Erik and Tripp, this time.

"As a brother, we need to make sure that you are obedient as well as
considerate and kind to each other.  Morgan here needs to learn some
manscaping, so these two pledges will shave him from pits to pubes to clean
him up.  There is nothing messier than wild pubes or hairy asses," Alex
announced as he looked back at the SUV and two members brought out a bowl
of water and the shaving foam and razors.

If it was possible, Morgan looked even more nervous than before.  He turned
to look as the two masked members approached.  "I don't want to lose my
pubes," he squeaked.

"Be quiet pledge.  One of the rules is that you do not speak until spoken
to and you WILL be shaved smooth.  If you keep talking, we'll shave your
head and legs as well.  That goes for the rest of you too.  You may only
speak when asked a question.  If you need to ask something, drop to your
knees and lower your head.  If we acknowledge you, you will be allowed to
talk.  Pledges, remove all the hair on his body from his underarms to his
groin and ass.  If you leave even one hair, you will be punished."

They were handed the razors and trimmer.  Just as they were about to start,
two members went up and relieved them of their togas as well.  Now we had
three naked pledges outside in the parking lot.  It was pretty hot watching
them shave Morgan and having him bend over so they could do his ass.  By
the time they were done, almost 15 minutes later, all three had erections.
During that time, each of the other pledges had been checked by Q members.
Their togas had been lifted to see what they had underneath and notes made.
Some of the pledges looked at others as togas were lifted to expose the
guys around them, others just stood still and faced forward.  It was an
interesting mix of guys.  Once the shaving was done, the pledges stood
back.

Alex stepped up and walked around Morgan.  "Do you think you have
completely removed his hair and are happy with the job you have done?"

Both pledges indicated that they were satisfied and Alex gave them one last
chance to check Morgan before he was officially inspected.  They were smart
enough to take the offer and once again went and checked him thoroughly.
They must have found a few hairs as the shaved them off quickly.  Once they
were finally done and confident, they stood back.  As they did, the SUV
backed in closer and all the shaving stuff was put away.  Alex had two
members check Morgan's body with a light and once they were done he asked
for the results.

"We have found 37 hairs on him," one member told him.  37 seemed like a lot
but it really wasn't.  They were probably fine hair, or short ones that a
razor could miss easily, especially in your ass crack.  I find that when
I'm shaving my own ass.  I could swear I was as bald as a baby and then
after drying off I feel a few.  No matter how hard I try.  Look out laser
hair removal, here I come.

"You two pledges, put your hands on the tailgate of the SUV, bend over and
spread your legs," Alex told them.  Erik and Tripp did as instructed as
Alex went down the line of pledges and dropped the togas of two more guys.
One was wearing underwear, so he went to another which was Dickson.  He
dropped his toga only to find him with underwear as well.  Somehow that
didn't surprise me.  He picked another.  He pulled the two naked guys
forward.  One of those was 16 year old Brandon Chapman.  His 18 year old
brother Andrew was also in the group, so this could turn interesting.  The
other pledge I didn't recognize, but I'm sure we'd get to know them all
soon enough.  "These two pledges missed 37 hairs on pledge Morgan.  You
will show them that we expect our pledges to follow instructions perfectly.
Each of you will pick a pledge and fuck him 37 times. But before you do,
we'll get them ready for you."

Two members stepped forward and fingered a generous amount of lube into
both Tripp and Erik.  I could almost hear Tripp moaning in pleasure, and
Erik certainly wasn't unfamiliar with being fucked since his boyfriend
Darren was probably giving it to him regularly, although if I remember
correctly, he was more of a top.  Then the members got behind the pledges,
lifted their robes over the backs of the two pledges and from the sound
they both made, inserted themselves and began fucking.  Nothing looks as
hot as a guy getting fucked outside under a lifted robe, and from the
reaction of Brandon and the other pledge, they seemed to agree as they both
went almost instantly hard.  Neither boy was huge, which might be a
disappointment for Tripp, but I'm sure he wouldn't object.  After a minute,
the members separated themselves from the pledges.  I had no idea if they'd
cum or not, but according Alex, Erik and Tripp were now ready to receive
their punishment.  Brandon was put behind Tripp and the other pledge got
Erik.  They were guided inside and told to go ahead and fuck 37 times.  The
other pledges kept count.  At 37 they were pulled out.  I don't know who
groaned the loudest, Tripp or the two guys doing the fucking.  How mean not
to let them cum.  Someone was going home with blue balls tonight.  At least
I assumed no one had cum.  Both were still pretty hard and were turned
around so the rest of the pledges could see.  There was more than one
erection showing under the line of togas, and no doubt half the robed
members were sporting major wood too.  Everyone was sent back to the group
together and one pledge dropped to his knees and bowed his head to receive
permission to speak.

"What do you want pledge?"  Alex asked.

"I'd like permission to take a piss, sir," he asked.

"Fine, step forward.  What is your name?"

"Jessie, sir."

"And how old are you, Jessie?"

"19...sir" he added quickly.

"Pledges, we have a 19 year old that can't hold his piss, but we're not
inhumane here.  We take time for bathroom breaks, food and water while
pledging as we need you at your best.  Pledge Jessie, go ahead and drop
your toga."

He did as he was told and stepped out of it.  The toga was moved slightly
away but just in front of him.  We had our first opportunity to look at
this pledge naked.  He had a little hair around his quarter size nipples
and a treasure trail running from the belly button down to his trimmed
pubes.  His cock looked large, but probably because he had a long foreskin
hanging over it and his balls were a good size, making it stick out nicely.
Alex told him to show the head and pull the skin back.  He did it without
any big deal and it sure make his cock look smaller once he did it.  "So
you need a piss badly I assume or you wouldn't have stopped what we are
doing?"

"Yes sir," Jamie replied.  A member came up behind him and took hold of his
cock.

"Go ahead and take you piss while we all wait," Alex said bluntly.

"Here?" he asked stunned.

"Of course.  We all do it and as I mentioned earlier, we are a brotherhood.
We are not shy and need to know that you can be comfortable around your
brothers before you join the `Q'.  Let's see how badly you needed this
piss."

You could see Jamie wasn't expecting this, and he'd probably never had
someone hold his dick while he emptied his bladder.  I don't think many of
us had.  I know even I would be pee shy if someone held my cock.  Don't
even try to get me to poop with someone in the room.  That is the only time
I want absolute privacy.  I don't need them hearing or smelling that at
all.  Poor Jamie looked like he was struggling, but his body took over and
the piss began to flow.  I almost laughed as the member holding his dick
aimed the stream at the crumpled up toga on the ground.  He made sure to
soak it thoroughly as we all watched him take a leak.  He wasn't kidding
about having to go.  I think I timed it with a calendar.  By the time he
was done, his toga was completely drench but he looked less stressed now
that he'd relieved himself.

Alex added that stress back on almost immediately.  "Does that feel better,
pledge?"

"Yes sir.  Thank you sir," Jamie replied quickly.

"Okay, good to hear pledge.  Let that be a note to all of you.  We will
listen if you drop to your knees to ask for permission to speak.  We want
you to be able to tell us if you need something.  Go ahead and get dressed
pledge and return to the group.  A few pledges snickered and then caught
themselves as they probably realized that it could have just as easily been
them in this situation.  Jamie looked at the piss soaked toga on the ground
and then back at Alex as if to say something.  He chose the wiser option of
being quiet and gingerly getting back into the cold, wet, and smelly toga
before rejoining the group.  The others moved aside to give him plenty of
room.  Alex wasn't done yet and I had no idea he had such a mean streak.
He had the naked pledges go up and give Jamie a hug to let him know it was
alright.  Nothing worse than hugging someone covered in piss.

Fortunately they didn't have to wait long for the next activity.  After a
brief pause, probably to let Jamie be even more uncomfortable, the rest of
the togas were removed from the pledges and placed in the SUV.  Jamie's was
tossed in a dumpster close-by.  Four pledges were wearing underwear, so
those were removed, and since most had something on their feet, those were
taken away as well.  The SUV drove off and Alex instructed the pledges to
follow us.  We walked the block back to the warehouse with the naked
pledges in tow.  A lot of the guys had their hands over their crotches.
Typical for new pledges, but something they would get over quickly.  Once
we arrived at the entrance to the warehouse, they were told to stay outside
while we all went in to prepare for them.  We lined up on either side of
the door stretching as far as we could across the room.  One by one the
pledges were sent in and we welcomed them by grabbing their cocks and balls
and fondling them for as long as we could before they got to the next one
in line.  By the time they got to the far end, every one of them had an
erection and was taken to the bathroom and shower area.  Body types were
quite a range, from smooth and thin to hairy and heavy set, and from small
dicks to overly large.  I made a note of who I liked so I could be ready in
case I was asked to help.  The pledges were given 15 minutes to use the
bathroom and clean up.  No doubt Jamie would be showering the longest,
along with the guys who had hugged him.  Once they were done they
reassembled in the main warehouse.

"Pledges who were wearing underwear at the beginning, step forward," Alex
said.  The four guys stepped up and waited as four of the `Q' approached.
"Since you can't follow directions as well as the others, we will have to
punish you for the week.  These will be attached to you and removed the
next time you show up."  One of the members held up a cock cage and I
smiled.  This could be interesting.  "You will be able to piss and shower
as normal, but these will prevent you from touching your cocks all week.  I
strongly suggest that you do a lot of exercises, take plenty of cold
showers and don't get into any sexual situations as they become very
uncomfortable if you get an erection.  When you take a piss, it is also
advised that you rinse with water as soon afterwards as you can otherwise
it could smell bad by the end of the week."  As he was giving them
instructions, one by one the penis prisons were being fitted and locked in
place.  He made sure to turn the four boys around so everyone could see how
they looked.  He tapped a few of them on the plastic case to prove his
point about how unavailable the penises were.

"Okay, get back line," he told them.  Dickson looked the most unhappy of
all the pledges.  I guess he wouldn't be getting laid this week.  "Pick two
of you for the next task."

The group talked briefly before Chance and one other pledge named Tom
stepped forward. "The two of you will pick 9 other pledges to join your
team."  They chose one by one using playground rules until there were 10
people per team in total.  "Now split your team into two," Alex told the
makeshift captains.  There were now four teams of five each.

"Have your first team step forward," Alex instructed.  Five guys from each
side stepped forward and the others were told to go sit down.  A large
plastic square pool was dragged out by several Q members and placed in the
centre of the floor.  "Each of you will enter the ring one at a time with a
bucket of paint.  Your job is to paint your opponent from head to toe in
your team color.  The first one to completely paint his opponent will be
the winner.  The team with the most wins will be rewarded.  The team with
the least wins will be punished.  Once you think you have completely
painted your opponent, jump out of the ring and we will inspect the loser.
If there is no hair or skin showing, except for around the eyes, you will
be declared the winner.  If you fail, your opponent will get one free swipe
with his brush, so be sure before you declare yourself the winner.  The
first two, enter the ring."

The first match looked like it was going to be a slam dunk as David versed
Goliath.  The smallest Asian boy went up against the large jock guy.  All
the big guy would have to do was sit on the little guy and paint him as
easily as Leonardo DiCaprio painted the Mona Lisa.  (Found out later it was
Leonardo DaVinci, who knew!)  The start the match surprised all of us; the
little guy was all over the place and each time he got near the larger guy,
he swiped him with the paint.

"Pledges, you're being too quiet!  Cheer on your team mate.  You want to
win don't you?"  Alex boomed out.

The place erupted into yelling and cheering, not only from the pledges but
from the Q members as well.  It wasn't long before the Asian boy jumped out
of the pool area like a kangaroo and was quickly declared the winner.  The
big guy had barely painted half of the smaller guy.  As each of the five
got into the ring, the group got more and more excited as they got closer
to the end.  Finally Tom's team had won three to two.

"It's now time for the second team's task.  Each pledge will get on their
hands and knees, asses facing each other.  We will insert a double headed
dildo into each ass until you have a grip of it.  You have two ways to win.
Either pull the dildo out of the other guys ass using only your clenched
cheeks, or push it in far enough that they call out to quit."

The first up was Tripp up against Darren.  Both bottom boys, so this should
be interesting.  They got on their knees and an incredibly large dildo was
brought in.  At first I thought it was a snake, but it was only a 24 inch
double ended dildo.  The fascinating part was that the head of each side
was like a large ball.  Once it went in, and the sphincter clamped around
it, it was going to hurt if they yanked it out of the other guy with force,
especially if they had their ass clamped tight.  Everyone watched as the
dildo was inserted into each pledge. On go, they would have two choices, go
forward and try to pull it out of the other guy, or go backwards and try to
slam it in.  Either way they were going to have to have extreme ass muscles
to prevent the giant rubber dildo from moving in either direction.

"Get ready. Go!" said Alex.  Both pledges moved forward and almost
simultaneously groaned as the dildo tried to pull out of each of their
asses.  Then they changed directions and tried to back up against each
other.  The dildo bent as they backed up and if one of them unclenched for
even a second they were going to be in for one hell of a fuck.  They may
both be bottoms, but I doubted that either of them could handle 24 inches.
Both guys moved around quite a bit on the floor as they tried to trick each
other by changing directions.  At times you could see the pain on their
faces.  At one point Tripp must have relaxed as the dildo shot a few inches
into him and he cried out.  He recovered slightly by scrambling forward.
His next move was to go quickly left and then scramble right, and forward
at the same time.  I guess Darren hadn't expected it and the dildo popped
out of his ass and he fell forward immediately grabbing his ass.  The look
on his face showed how much it had hurt and I think all the other pledges
were rapidly changing whatever strategies they had been planning.  Tripp
carefully removed the dildo from his ass and commented on how big the ball
was as it came out.

"I may never be able to use my ass again," he complained as he returned to
his team.  The dildo was bleached and cleaned before being given back.  The
next pair were the two brothers Brandon and Andrew.  Brandon was the
younger brother but he gave it his best and quickly claimed victory when
Andrew cried stop as the dildo went about 9 inches into him.  The Q
brothers slowly removed the dildo from both pledges.  After all the pledges
had gone, Chance's team had taken three over Tom's two.  The teams were now
even at 5 apiece, and there were some very sore asses and multicolored
pledges.  They were sent to the showers to clean up and told to return
within 15 minutes.

"We have a tie.  Captains step forward.  Each of you will be given a
hundred dollars.  Your task in order to win is to go and buy as many things
as you can and return with them.  The only rules are that you must have a
receipt for it and you must pay a fair market value for whatever you buy.
Oh, and you stay naked.  Good luck. You have one hour to get back.  The one
with the most items win, and if both of you have the same number of items,
the one who gets back here the fastest will win.  If you don't get back in
an hour, you will be eliminated."  He gave them the time and the two
captains bolted out of the door, their white asses disappearing into the
night.  "While the rest of you wait to see which captain returns to claim
victory, you all have your next task.  You will form two new teams of nine
pledges each.  The way you determine team is by penis size.  The four of
you in cock cages are exempt with two on each team.  You will get erect and
measure each other and form two identically sized teams based on total
overall penis length, so hopefully one of you is good at math.  To make
your lives easier, we will measure in centimetres.  Oh, and you can't jerk
yourself off to get hard, you must help each other.  Once you are at your
hardest have someone measure you along the top of your shaft and record
your size.  Then break into your teams."  He threw them a couple of markers
to write down their sizes.

Alex turned and headed into the back room and we all followed him leaving
the pledges alone.  Once we were in the back room, the members began
talking excitedly about who they thought had potential and who wouldn't
make it.  None of them thought Dickson would, and they all felt sorry for
the guys with the dildo challenge as it looked painful.

"You know who I'd like the pound the hell out of me is Grant, that big
solid jock," Levi said.  "I think his muscles have muscles and from what I
hear, he's a total top."

"Fuck yeah," Brett said.  "We could take turns and see how durable jock boy
is."

"Is that the type of guys you like?" I asked a little surprised.

"I prefer that type as there's something so powerful about them.  They grab
you and can lift you off the floor while they fuck the shit out of you.
Feels like they could crush you with their muscles.  Most of them do it
like they're going for a touchdown," Levi said.

"Too bad," I said slightly disappointed. "I'd love to get that sweet ass
again."

"No worries Justin.  That hot cock of yours is welcome in my hole anytime,"
Levi grinned as he reached for my crotch.  "Why don't we have a quickie
right now and let everyone watch?"

 Alex walked over.  "You might want to save it until afterward.  The night
isn't over yet," he suggested, continuing to be his Xtreme self.  An Xtreme
killjoy.  "Let's get back out there and see how boned up the pledges are.
We all put our robes and masks back in place and headed out to find the
pledges in two teams.  Some were still hard, and others were deflating.
They had written their penis sizes on the palms of their hands.  I made a
quick scan to see who was the largest.  They would go to the top of the
list.  We made the pledges get everyone hard and keep them that way until
their captain's returned, just to give them something to do.  Plus it was
fun to watch.

The first captain back was Chance, followed less than 10 minutes later by
Tom.  Each had bags full of stuff and dumped it out.  Tom had a hundred
flowers that he had gotten for a dollar each from a place that was clearing
them out for the end of day.  Chance had a bag full of pic-n-mix candy.
There were more than one hundred pieces, so he won.  His team cheered and
patted him on the back.  Both admitted they had found something to cover
themselves with before going into public and told the store owners they
were doing a frat pledge.

"So we have a winning team and a losing team.  Part of being in a
brotherhood means you make sacrifices and tonight's sacrifice for the
losing team is your hair.  The winning team will shave your head with a
number three razor and for those of you with body hair from the neck down,
you'll leave here as smooth as a baby.  Walk now if you don't want to be
part of the brotherhood.  Some of the pledges looked around and there were
a few nervous glances as some were obviously thinking hard about it, but
one thing with guys, they never want to chicken out in front of other guys.
Gay or straight, we're all the same.  Razors, shaving cream and trimmers
were brought out and it began.  10 pledges had their heads shaved.  Not
down to the scalp but like army boys.  Then anyone with body hair had it
all removed right down to their toes.  When the hairy guys started to have
it grow back they were gonna be itchy as hell.  Once the task was
completed, the pledges were made to stand in a row to be inspected and once
they were approved, Alex stepped back up.

"Since we're a brotherhood, it's always fair to even things out.  Pledges
that were just shaved, you may choose one of the other team as your
partner.  Then it's up to you what you ask them to do.  You can ask for a
blowjob, you can blow them.  You can fuck or be fucked.  It's your choice."
One at a time the pledges partnered up and completed their task.  Some were
cautious and only went for blowjobs, while others went for full on fucking.
Some looked like they were taking revenge for being shaved, but after the
required length of time, Alex stopped them in the middle of whatever they
were doing.  He didn't even let them cum.  So mean.  The guys in cock cages
were limited as to what they could do, which was even meaner.

"We're almost done for tonight.  During the week, none of you will wear
underwear or masturbate until we summon you again.  Each of you will
receive a task by text which must be completed in the time allotted
regardless of what else you are doing.  We know your class and work
schedules, as well as your cell phone numbers.  The first text will say
`incoming Q'.  You will have two minutes after that before the instructions
arrive.  Then you will follow them exactly.  Those who fail the task will
not be sent any further communications from us and your pledging will be
over.  Those who pass, will get an invitation to the second of your four
tests.  To show you how each brother looks after the other, we want each of
you to line up against the wall and bend over.  One of the brothers will
fuck you and when he cums, you may take your shoes and toga and leave for
the evening.  Good luck to each of you and we hope to see you next week."

Quickly the members took a pledge and fucked them. I hesitated too long and
lost my chance to fuck Dickson as someone else got to him first. I may
never get to fuck this boy, so I took the Asian dude.  They always have
such hot firm asses.  It looked amazing with a line of black robes fucking
a line of naked pledges.  I could see a few reaching around to jack off the
guy they were with.  The only ones that couldn't enjoy it were the guys
with cock cages.  One by one the pledges left and we had finished another
successful night.

I went up to Brett and Levi.  "So you have enough fun or you want to come
back to the house and fuck all night?"

"Yeah, we're up for that," Brett grinned.  So we did just that.  Alex
stayed behind to work on a few details for the next tasks as Kyle and I
took the twins home.  I made them 69 each other and as one was on top I
fucked him and then they rolled over and switched positions and Kyle fucked
the other one.  We kept it up for a few hours and by the time we were done
all of us were exhausted.  We slept late and I cuddled up with Kyle while
Brett and Levi were almost on top of each other.  When we finally woke up,
we put the twins side by side on their back and Kyle and I gave them a nice
morning fuck.  They kissed each other which made it even hotter.  We found
out during the course of the night, that they actually slept in the same
bed at home, and had done all their lives.  Their parents had tried
splitting them up at one point by giving them their own rooms, and their
own beds, but they always ended up together, until the parents just stopped
trying.  My parents had given Jason and I our own rooms right from being
little kids.  God knows how we would have grown up if we slept together.
We might have ended up sex crazed homos...

Once we had all cum, we showered and went down to breakfast.  We had
decided to go swimming and hit the hot tub, so had gone down naked.  Jason,
Alex and the boys were already there as they had picked up the kids at my
parents earlier this morning.  The two adults were dressed, but the kids
were running around with nothing on.  I looked at the kids and gave an
inquisitive frown to Jason.  "As soon as they got home, the clothes came
off.  We gave up trying to get them dressed, so we figured leave them this
way they are until they're either cold or we have to go out."

Alex smiled at our group.  "God, I feel left out.  It's like a twin
convention."  With Travis and Trevor, Brett & Levi, and Jason and myself, I
could see his point.  I wonder if twins somehow find other twins
automatically, like a homing beacon.  Like a twin version of gaydar.  "I
guess you'll have to be my twin for the day, Kyle," he said as he put his
arm out and Kyle went up to stand beside him.

"We're going swimming," Travis said looking up at Brett.

"So are we," he told them.

"Yay!" the twins yelled in unison, jumping up and down.  Guess it was twin
day at the Masters-Worthington aquatic centre.  Colin came downstairs with
a guy I'd never seen before.  Both of them in their underwear.  He was
easily 6 foot five, toned and had a little hair on his chest.

"`Morning," Colin said as he kissed me.  "This is Mike.  He's from my
hometown in L.A. and was at the club last night.  Figured I'd show him a
little Vancouver hospitality.  Mike, this is my husband Justin, Kyle, and
my brother's-in-law Justin, Alex and their boys Travis and Trevor.  These
are friends Brett & Levi."

"Nice to meet you all," he said looking around at us.  "Did you say
husband?"

"Yeah.  I'm married to Justin."

"Ummm, God, I'm sorry.  I didn't know that last night.  Sh... shoot."

"No need to be sorry.  We're pretty open around here as you can see by the
fact half the house is naked."

"Are you all twins?"  Mike asked.

"Yeah, Kyle is my twin for the day.  The rest are stuck with each other
permanently." Alex laughed.

"Wow, how cool is that!"  He said looking at all of us.

Brett was the first to say what we were all thinking.  "Let me guess.  It's
always been a fantasy of yours to do identical twins?"

"That common huh?" He blushed at having been so obvious.

"Yeah, pretty much the first thing guys think about when they know we're
gay."

"And the answer to your second question, is yes we do?"  Levi said before
Mike spoke again.

"My second question?"

"Do we fool around together?"

"Guys!" Alex said with a warning as he pointed to the twins.  "Let's keep
it family friendly."

"Sorry Alex," Colin apologized as he got cereal and coffee for himself and
his guest.  The twins ran off to the pool dragging their new friends, Levi
and Brett, with them.  Kids make friends so easily and being naked just
wasn't even seen as an issue.  I still wonder at what point that all
changes.  Some say it's a puberty.  I say it's when the parent's make it an
issue.  Look at Blake.  He has no problem being naked, and isn't shy of his
body, but I'll bet if we made it seem wrong or commented negatively about
him being naked, eventually he'd think it was wrong and cover up.  This
house would never be like that.  Colin was standing a couple feet behind
Mike and put his hands out in front of himself and mouthed the words `this
big' to me.  I smiled and wondered if this was one of those fish stories,
where the fish was half the size they say it was.  However if Mike's cock
was as big as he was tall, he could definitely be good for a quick ride or
two.

"So, you two have fun last night?" I asked just to be a tease.  Mike
blushed, and Colin came to his rescue.

"At least as much fun as you did with Kyle and the twins, and probably a
few others at your party," he challenged.

"We only drank and danced, and then passed out in Kyle's room when we got
home.  No sex or anything.  Just like we agreed as part of our open
relationship," I lied trying to maintain a straight face.  What does a
straight face look like?  I think I have a very gay face at times.

"He's kidding," Colin told Mike quickly.  "My guess is that Justin fucked
half a dozen guys, got boned a few times and was in at least one full on
orgy, and that would be a slow night for him."

"Is an orgy more than three or four?"  I asked as I took a sip of coffee.

"More than three," Jason clarified with a smirk.

"Okay, then guilty as charged," I admitted.  "What about you guys?  Just
the two of you, or did you hit the Cell'r before coming home?"

"No, we just had a few drinks, danced and passed out in our room," Colin
said looking at me without cracking a smile.  Trouble is I had absolutely
no idea if that was the truth or not.  Knowing Colin, they probably did
have drinks and dance, and then brought him home, had quick sex and went to
sleep."

"Hmmm, guess I'll have to go up and check the sheets and give the room a
sniff test to see if that's true," I laughed.

"So how big is your dick Mike, and are you a top or bottom?" I asked
bluntly.

"Justin!" Colin said quickly.  "Jesus, I think Blake is rubbing off on
you."

"What? I just wanted to know.  I'm getting better.  Normally I'd just strip
him and find out for myself."

"Who's Blake?" Mike asked.

"He's our 12 year old son, who thinks he's 16."

"I thought you were 26.  How do you have a 12 year old kid?"

"Long story, but the short version is we adopted him."

"Cool.  Is he okay with two Dads?"

"He's more than okay with it.  Plus with all the rest of us living here,
it's like he has multiple Dad's and a half dozen brothers."

"Is he gay?"

"Too early to tell and we don't care either way.  Around here, you can be
who you want to be."

"So cool.  If my Dad knew I was gay, he'd use the `stand your ground' rule
and shoot me, claiming that I scared him or tried to hit on him or
something.  He's one of the biggest homophobes on the planet.  He might
even be their leader.  He makes Fred Phelps look like an angel.  He thinks
I'm a jock basketball player.  If he only knew it would kill him...or me.
I plan on telling him when he's old and has just had a heart attack or
stroke or something.  That'll finish him off and I'll get my inheritance."

"Good to see you have goals for your future," Alex laughed."

"That's why I like Vancouver.  Everyone here is so open and friendly."

"Not everyone accepts gay people," Kyle said quietly. "My parents didn't
accept me.  That's kinda how I ended up here.  But fuck `em.  That's their
problem, not mine."  He tried to sound tough, but you could still hear it
in his voice.  Ever since he'd become emancipated over two years ago, his
parents had made no attempt to contact him.  It made my blood boil, but
Kyle had a new family now.  My parents loved him as much as we did.  Sheila
and Mary both thought he was great and all of us would kill to protect him.

"I think it's still better here than in the States, although California is
a lot more open than most states."

"So is most of the west coast," Colin added.  "It's just the lower and
Midwest states that still have their heads up their asses. The east coast
like New York, is also very open."

"Shall we go down and see if the twins are alright?"  Jason asked.

"I'm sure Trevor and Travis are fine.  Brett and Levi are pretty cool
guys," I said reassuringly.

"Yeah, not worried about our twins, I'm worried about yours," he laughed.

I kinda knew that's what he meant and we headed down to find the kids
riding on the back of the older boys as they had chicken fights.  We all
joined them, even Mike who fit right in with our group.  We weren't down
there long before Alex and Jason took their boys out of the water wrapped
them in the large pool towels and carried them upstairs.  My phone went and
the caller I.D. said it was Blake.

"Hey son, how's the day going with Cory?"

"Great, but I just called to warn you to put some clothes on.  Sheila is
coming over while we grab some stuff for the day, and she probably won't
want to see your junk."

"Our junk huh?" I grinned to myself and thanked him for the warning.
"ADAM, warn the house we'll be having a female visitor in 15 minutes."

"HOUSE ALERT," ADAM said over all speakers.  "Female visitor in 15
minutes."

"What the hell was that?" Mike asked as he looked around.

"Our house security system," I told him.  "It runs the house.  Most of it
automatically and we used to play with it a lot, but he's become pretty
routine now."

The boys did arrive, but the warning was almost unnecessary as Sheila
waited in her car while the boys grabbed clothes and equipment.  I made
small talk with Sheila and found out they were heading to paintball and
both guys wanted to get their camouflage gear and old shoes.  She said that
afterwards they were going bowling.  I offered to pay for it as I know she
was on a limit budget, but she wouldn't hear of it.  She said we did more
than enough for Cory as it was and she liked having Blake over as one of
her own.  It was good for Blake to have a women around and have her
perspective on things.  He spent time with my parents but hanging out with
Sheila was more like having a Mom for him and I know she thought of him the
same as her own son.

"Bye Dad!  See you soon.  We're gonna go kick ninth graders asses!"  He
said as the two of them ran past in their camo gear.  They had everything
from baseball caps right down to socks and were both wearing black
sneakers.  I smiled as I could see them both in the Canadian Forces.  If
the two of them joined, we'd have doubled the number of soldiers in our
forces.  Say what we want about the American way of life, if Russians come
across the Northwest passage and into Canada, I'm just glad the U.S. is a
call away.  One call to Mr. Obama and they'd come with everything they had,
although we wouldn't see them as most of their stuff is stealth.  Most of
our stuff has to be towed places by the U.S. warships if we want it to get
there.  We still have hand cranks on the front of our army vehicles and the
Boy Scouts have more boats than our Navy.  But enough about all our
defences.  If I say too much, any spies reading this will know where we're
most vulnerable.  And far be it from me to announce that our weakest
defensible areas are from Vancouver to Halifax, and the territories.  I'd
never reveal that to anyone. The most defended place is the American border
and I doubt you could squeak a fart over there without it being noticed.

We took our guests home and then the three of us went downtown for a nice
lunch at the Cactus Club overlooking English Bay.  We hadn't just hung out
like this in a while so we made the most of it and went shopping afterward,
taking turns holding each other's hands .  We stopped by Top Drawer and
picked up a dozen pairs of new underwear including the latest Andrew
Christian, half of which were assless.  I'm really beginning to like this
kind.  Makes for quick access.  Plus it makes your ass look so much hotter,
especially if that's all we're wearing.  We also went along Robson Street
and bought some new bling and stopped in for a haircut since we were in the
neighborhood.  We even went for quick tan.  I like the stand up booths.
You're only in like 8 minutes and bang you're done.  I'm thinking we should
get one at home to put in the pool area next to the sauna.  I made a note
of the company who made them and would look into it.  I think Colin looked
even hotter with a bit of color, if that was possible.  Kyle also looked
great.  I think we should definitely stay tanned, although with just 8
minutes, we were barely a little reddish, but after a few sessions we'd be
summer brown again.  We got home in time for Blake to return and he was
limping slightly.

"So how did it go kicking the ninth grader's asses," I asked with a smile.

"They were such wimps.  I blasted one in the balls and he chased me around
the park forever, but his friend got even and hit me on the leg.  Wanna see
the bruise I got?  It's so cool."  He dropped his pants right in the
driveway and showed me the big mark on his upper thigh.  I think I got one
on my ass too, wanna check?"

"No, I'll take your word for it," I smiled before he was naked in the
driveway.  I sent him inside to clean up and get ready for dinner.

Sheila got out of the car. "Sorry about the bruise.  They insisted on
playing with the older boys and as I found out they play a lot harder than
12 year olds."

"No need to apologize.  Blake wouldn't have been happy with kids his own
age.  I just hope Cory didn't get hurt."

"No, Blake actually protected him from a lot of attacks.  That kid is
tough, I'll give him that, but they both had a great time.  I had no idea
that paintball was so rough though.  From what I learned those paint
pellets really can hurt and leave a mark."

"Yeah, I'll vouch for that, but nothing that won't heal and boys will be
boys," I smiled.  "Thanks again for having him over."

"Anytime," she said.  I waved as they drove off and went in to see how my
son was.  He was standing in the kitchen in his underwear showing Kyle all
his marks and reliving his paintball adventure.  His clothes were in a pile
on the floor beside him.

"I so nailed that older guy in the nuts.  He's never gonna have babies.  I
think I may have pissed him off more when I said `aww poor baby.  Did the
wittle paint ball hurt your balls?  Do you want me to call your mommy to
come kiss them better?'  His friends thought that was funny, but he didn't.
He charged after me like a football player, but I think he was hurting too
much to run very fast."

Kyle laughed. "Dude one day one of those older guys is gonna kill you."

"They gotta catch me first."

"Okay, you can tell us all about the rest of it at dinner.  Go change and
take your clothes upstairs," I told him.

Of course he did just that and was telling it slightly different each time.
The more he repeated the story, the more damage to the older boys there
seemed to be.  The twins were listening excitedly and asked if they could
go and paint something too.  Jason caught on and said they would paint
after dinner, which elicited a lot of cheering from the little ones.  Blake
was going to explain the difference between paintball and painting, but
Colin grabbed his arm and told him to let it go.

I noticed Blake was still limping slightly later in the day, so we spent a
little time in the hot tub to see if it would help.  At one point he
straddled my lap and put his hands on my chest to look directly at me.  "So
what are we gonna do when we get to California after Christmas?  Are we
gonna go to Disneyland and California Adventure?  Are we gonna see
`Marvin's' place and can we go to the beach and check out some hot chicks
in bikini's?"

"I think all of that is possible," I smiled.  Hot chicks in bikini's...as
if.  Is that a thing?

"Colin said we can go hunting too.  He said him and his Dad always used to
go into the hills after Christmas and bag a few deer.  I so gotta see how
they get one in a bag.  I can barely catch Twitch some days, never mind a
deer."

"Um, you understand that when they bag a deer, it means that you'll be
hunting with a gun and you actually kill the deer?"  I said looking deep
into his beautiful green eyes.  I never noticed just how long his eyelashes
were either.  Funny how you see things like that when someone is just
inches from your face.  I could almost see the mechanism in his brain
rotating as he thought about what I'd just said.

"Oh, sure I knew that.  Why do they kill it?"  He asked.

"Usually for the meat."

"They eat it?  Gross."  He said looking horrified. "So I'm going to get a
gun?  What type?  I'd want like a fully automatic assault weapon with a
thousand bullets.  I'd blow anything away that came near me."

"I don't think you hunt with assault weapons, Blake."  I said smiling,
although maybe in the States they do. "I think you just use a rifle.  A
little more sporting that way."

"Will I have to kill a deer?" he asked seriously.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do.  If you think you can,
and you want to then, I'm sure your Dad and Grandpa will show you how to do
it, but no one will think less of you if you don't."

"Are you gonna go hunting Dad?"

"No.  I couldn't kill anything," I admitted.  That's where Colin and I were
very different.  He grew up in that culture and I didn't.  I can barely
kill a spider.  I might go hunting while I was down there, but it wouldn't
be with a rifle and it sure wouldn't be for a deer, although it would be
for meat that I could eat.  Cute surfer boy blond meat.  I thought about
all the hot surfer boys and their amazing tans and big cut cocks.
California was full of my type of guys.  Shaggy blonde toned boys who like
to parade around in nothing but shorts.  If I would move anywhere else, it
would be Southern California.

"I don't know if I could kill anything, but I think it would be fun to
shoot a gun," he smiled and I felt him wiggling on my crotch.

"Blake, sit still. You're crushing my nuts."

"Well you're getting a boner that's trying to get into my ass."

"Wiggling around on my crotch isn't helping," I said as I realized I gotten
hard thinking about those California surfer boys. "I think you should get
off me now."

"It's okay Dad, I have a boner too," he said standing up in front of
me. "We're boys, it happens."

His cock was just inches from my face and I had to admit it was one perfect
looking cock and balls.  It was completely straight with no veins showing
and it totally looked like a slightly smaller version of mine.  His balls
were pretty big too with nice smooth skin, and because it was so close to
my face, I almost reached up to take a hold of it and see what it felt
like, but quickly corrected myself as that would send the completely wrong
message.  Hell, all I could see in front of me was this hot package and if
I hadn't reminded myself if belonged to Blake, I'd have sucked it deep down
my throat and had some fun.  Shit, when he gets older this is gonna be a
problem.  It's almost a problem now.  I've been with guys older than me who
had smaller dicks than Blake.  I honestly couldn't help but stare at it and
his balls were almost perfectly round and much larger than I remember.  I
must have been staring at it too long as Blake spoke up.

"So, I'm getting pretty big, huh?  Do I have a good penis, Dad?"

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but yes you do.  I can tell you that
everyone is going to want to see that when you're old enough to show it
off."

"I show it off all the time now.  Makes my friends jealous, and even some
of the girls like to see it.  They said that if I worked out and got some
muscles, I could make a ton of money as a model.  Do you think I could
Dad?"

"I think you can be anything you want to be when you're finished school," I
told him.

"That's not true, Dad.  Colin said I can't be President of the United
States because I wasn't born there."

"Okay, so that's the only thing you can't be," I smiled.  He was still
standing in front of me with his cock remaining hard.  "Why don't you sit
back down in the water until that thing goes down," I suggested casually.
He seemed to be inching closer to me and I was getting cross eyed.

"Maybe we could masturbate together," he suggested not so unexpectedly.

"Or maybe we couldn't and you just sit in the water until you have it back
under control.  Don't let your penis run your brain dude.  Keep your brain
in control of your body, including your penis.  We're boys and sometimes
our penises like to think they're in charge, but you have to be tougher
than that and remember you control it.  It doesn't control you."  Note to
self, see previous advice.

He sat back down on my lap, which was fortunately back under control.  "You
have good advice Dad.  I love you," he said as he wrapped his arms around
my neck and leaned in for a hug.  I put my arms around his back and hugged
him back.  He felt nice and warm, so I hugged him tighter, almost like a
mini bear hug.  He farted underwater and blew bubbles out in front of both
of us.  We laughed.  "I think you squeezed the fart out of me Dad!"

"Looks like it huh?"  He leaned in to kiss my cheek and then pecked my face
like a chicken until he was at my lips. As he moved in for another kiss I
felt his tongue try to attack me.  I grabbed the back of his long curly
hair and pulled him back.  "No tongue dude.  That's not appropriate.  I
like it when you kiss me, but keep it a proper kiss.  Tongue is only for
girlfriends or boyfriends."

"Sorry, I forgot," he said and I was sure he was lying.  He hugged me for a
few minutes more and when I realized he was slowly humping my stomach I
went to move him aside.

"I think we should get out of here before we get all wrinkly and pruny," I
smiled and pushed him off to one side.

"Yeah, old people get wrinkly fast huh?"  He smiled.  I didn't bother to
reply as I knew what he trying to tease me that I was getting old.  He
knelt at the edge of the hot tub with his arm folded on the deck and his
head on them.  "We could wait just a few more minutes," he suggested.  "I'm
still working on my bruise."

I noticed that he was moving his lower body and I chuckled.  "Are you
humping the water jet now?"

He giggled. "Yeah.  I figured it out the last time I was in here.  You
should try it, it feels epic."

Like he thinks he invented Jacuzzi jet humping.  Wait until he figures out
that if you put your ass against it and jerk off, it feel even more
amazing.  I didn't have to wait very long before I found out just how much
he liked it as he groaned and then stopped moving before sliding sideways.

"Did you just cum in the hot tub?"  I asked.

"I'm not saying, but if you see white stuff floating by, it's not cereal
cream, you might want to move out of its way."

"Blake!"

"What?  Kyle said the filters take care of it."

"Well, I think Kyle might have meant if you're in here alone, not with
other people."

"Okay, sorry, but it's not like you've never seen my sperm before.  I'm a
pretty horny kid you know, so you gotta expect stuff like this once in a
while."

"There's no question you're my son," I said ruffling his hair. "but just
make sure you keep things like that in private.  You wouldn't want to upset
the wrong people."

"Would anyone here get upset?"  He asked looking for clarification and
rotating his head animatedly to prove that it was just him and I in the
water.

"Probably not, but I still think you should keep that type of thing to
yourself.  Being naked is one thing, having an erection is also normal, bit
more than that, should be in a more appropriate setting."

"Like when I'm in my bedroom or having sex?"  He asked.

"Exactly.  Perfect."

"Okay.  But I still think adults are confusing.  I'm almost a teenager, so
I know most of this stuff anyway.  I've been thinking about what you said
before about my body still growing and that you don't want me to get hurt
and stuff, so I kinda get it.  You said that it was illegal for someone
older to have sex with me.  Isn't it also illegal to speed in the car or
shoplift and things like that too?"

"Yes."

"But you only get into trouble if you get caught doing it right?"

I could see where this was going.  Hell, a blind man could see where this
was going.  "Right..."  I answered cautiously.

"So isn't it the same with sex stuff?  If two people are doing it and don't
get caught, why can't they do it?  You speed all the time, Dad.  I mean I
like sex.  Everyone in this house likes it and does it so much that it's
almost impossible not to see it like every day, and I'd never tell anyone,
so we'd never get into trouble.  I promise I'd keep it a secret and if I
told anyone, even Cory, you could ground me for 10 years and lock me up in
the panic room and only feed me bread and water.  Just let me be part of
the adult stuff, pleaaasssseee!  I won't get hurt Dad.  I've been
practicing and I know no one here would hurt me if I told them to stop.
But I want to learn so much stuff and you guys are experts and I could use
that to become a man and show the girls at school how cool I was.  Just
think Dad, if you guys let me have sex with you, I wouldn't be horny all
the time, and then I wouldn't get a girl pregnant by accident.  I could
just be a cool dude with a girlfriend and not worry about my penis
controlling me."

He really was working it, and to be honest he made total sense to me.
Everything in my head said he was ready as he knew more than most boys many
years older, and he did have the penis for it.  I wasn't sure about him
getting fucked though.  I honestly think he's too young for that.  Maybe if
we let him do everything except take it up the ass, he'd be happy.  As I
looked at him, I was finding it more and more difficult to find reasons not
to let him.  The stupidity of continually saying it was against the law
just wasn't how I felt.  The boy was as sexual as any of us and maybe we
should be guiding him and not just being total douche parents.  As soon as
you say no to a kid, they go off and do it behind your back anyway, which
if you think about it, it a great sexual position... (I'm waiting while you
think about it).

Think of all the things you say no to your kid about.  Drinking, smoking,
doing drugs, and what do they do?  They sneak out and do it anyway.  Some
end up becoming addicts, or getting killed because they're too scared to
call home to get help when they need it and end up driving home, or walking
into traffic, or tumbling off a roof.  The kids who are allowed to drink,
or where sex is talked about openly, don't go and get drunk, and don't go
rape someone when they get horny.  Look at Europe.  They're open about
these things and have way less problems than tight ass North Americans.
All they do is take out their frustrations on their politicians and
overthrow governments that try to restrict them.  Here, we go okay I'll
take your shit and bitch quietly.  So Blake had a point.  Why not let him
be sexual and make sure he wouldn't go and get a girl pregnant or do
something stupid.  He's gonna do it anyway.  Look how badly I acted with
his friend Conrad.  That kid wasn't doing anything really wrong, since it
was probably Blake who initiated it.  We should have taught him better.

"You're pretty smart, Blake," I told him. "And I know you don't understand
adult rules, but they really are there to keep you safe.  Imagine if some
really big guy tried to have sex and was hurting you.  You wouldn't be able
to get away and maybe you'd be injured permanently, or worse.  As your
family, we're trying to help you grow up to follow the rules and maybe one
day, you pass those rules to your kids to keep them safe."

"Dad, that's silly.  My kids will be in Australia, remember and they
probably have different rules there," he giggled as he sat down and put his
arm around my shoulder.  "You just gotta chill out.  I can handle stuff.  I
just need someone to teach me how to do it right.  I know you guys would
never hurt me, but I'm a boy and I still have needs."

"I get that and I promise I'll think about it since you're presenting such
a good case.  But for now, my needs are for us to stop talking about sex
and focus on you going up to do your homework."

"Buzz kill," he smirked pretending to be upset.

I couldn't get Blake's comments out of my head as each time the boy asked,
he made more and more sense.  If I'd learned about sex when I was younger,
maybe I wouldn't have felt so weird seeing boys naked in the locker room.
Blake was already way more advanced than I was and no doubt way more
advanced than all his classmates.  My fear was that he would share his
knowledge with them, and someone would ask where he learned it and he'd
accidentally tell them, and the next thing you know the SWAT team is here
hauling all of us away.  But the other side of my brain said Blake was
doing all this stuff anyway.  What difference would it make if we made sure
he was learning it properly?  Damn it.  I want a do over with Blake.  Go
back to before he learned about sex and have a few more years to think
about it.  If he were 14, I wouldn't think twice about it.  I'd teach him
what he wanted to know, but 12 seemed just too young.  I talked to Colin
about it in bed before we fell asleep and he didn't think it was a good
idea for us to have sex with him, but he wasn't opposed to us letting Blake
learn about sex.  I didn't sleep that well as my conflicted sides created
their own dream realities.  Makes for one fucked up sleep.  I didn't even
wake up horny.  I woke up more tired than when I went to bed.  Colin woke
up horny and crawled on top of me for a quick fuck.  I so love feeling his
body touching mine.  I could honestly stay like that forever.  Even with
him fucking me, I could easily fall asleep and feel safe and loved.  I'm
not sure how he'd take it if I fell asleep while he was boning me, but I
know it would be because I felt so comfortable with him.  Once he send his
morning juice into me, we lay side by side intertwined and kissed for a
while before getting up for the day.

My phone beeped with a text.  I read it and smiled.  It was from Blake.
`Wat car r u taking me 2 skool in 2day?'

`Y?'  I texted back.

`Need 2 no wat 2 wear.'

If this boy didn't grow up to be gay, I'll have to go have surgery to have
my gaydar removed.  I think it's right next to my appendix or spleen or
something.  He wanted to know what car he was riding in so he had the right
clothes for it.  That's even a bigger fag move than I could come up with.
I texted back `maserati, does that help?'

`yea thx.'

"I'm curious what clothes go with a Maserati?"  I said to Colin as I showed
him the texts.  He laughed.

"I guess we'll find out."  And find out we did.  He was dressed in a red
v-neck buttoned T-shirt, light grey Guess jeans, black runners, silver
chain and his mirrored shades.  Yep, total fag.  He had successfully
matched his clothes to the car.  Troy was the first to tell him how hot he
looked and Blake smiled as he dumped his black backpack on the floor.  I
noticed he was also sporting a few fabric wrist bands.  He really did have
style unlike any other 12 year old I'd ever seen.  As he walked past, he
even smelled good.  I think he had been into Kyle's cologne again, but it
wasn't overpowering this time, so I'm guessing he had some guidance today.
I drove him to school and he made the coolest exit ever as he pulled his
jacket on as he got out of the car and ran his fingers back through his
hair, before throwing his backpack over one shoulder.

As we drove away, Kyle looked at me.  "Were we ever that cool at school?"

"Not even close dude.  Blake is gonna own that place one day soon."

"I think he might already.  What other 12 year old has 14 and 15 year old
friends who actually look up to him?"

"Yeah, we've created a monster.  Which brings up something I wanted to
throw past you.  You know how Blake is always begging us to teach him about
sex and involving him more with adult things?"

"Sure, it's almost nonstop lately," he admitted.

"So what if we give in?  I mean he's doing it all anyway.  Why not give him
what he wants and show him the right way to do things."

"You mean have sex with him?"  Kyle asked surprised.

"Maybe.  What do you think?  When you were 12, weren't you horny?"

"Hell yeah.  As soon as I realized that touching my dick felt amazing and
it wasn't just for peeing, I was just as horny as I am now."

"And don't you remember how guilty we felt when we got an erection and
thought something was wrong.  It would have been nice for someone to have
told us about it."

"Yeah, true.  But Blake is way past that point.  Hell, he's way past the
point of most 16 year olds."

"That's my case.  If we don't end this obsessive curiosity, he may go and
do it behind our back with someone that might hurt him."  I pulled over to
the side of the rode and turned to face Kyle.  "He loves you, so what if
you take him to bed for a night and show him what he wants to know."

He looked me up and down and then from side to side.  "Are you asking me to
fuck him?"

"No, I'm thinking that you should let him sleep with you one night and when
he starts something, don't stop him.  Show him what he wants to know and
teach him. What do you think?"

"That's kinda out there dude.  Don't you think that if we have sex
together, it's gonna have him wanting it even more.  I mean I am pretty
amazing in bed if you remember?"  He smirked and rubbed his hand down his
chest. "Knowing Blake, he's liable to think we're boyfriends after that and
want to sleep with me every night."

"So that's the learning part.  He thinks of you as his big brother.  The
rest of us are either Dad or Uncle to him.  You are the one he seems to
have latched onto in a different way.  So as his big brother, show him what
he needs to know.  Make sure he understands what you're doing and that he
can talk to you about anything.  That way Colin and I can keep being Dad
and enforce rules, but with you he'll have an outlet for his sex questions
and it might relieve some of his anxiety."

"There's no way I could have sex with him.  It would be all kinds of wrong
and I'd hate to lead him on like that.  You trust me right?"

"With my life.  You know that."

"Okay, then I have another idea that should solve this at least for a while
if you'll agree to let me try," Kyle said without any details.

"What are you thinking?"

"How about I try what I'm thinking and if it goes wrong, you'll be there to
pick up the pieces.  We have to get him back under control and be 12 for a
while longer.  Right now, he's a mini version of you with curly hair.  I
doubt having sex with me would get it out of his system.  It would probably
put more in his system and we'd be doing it every hour until he gets a
girlfriend or a boyfriend."

"I think he's already halfway down that slippery slope.  I just want to
slow him down a little until all his friends catch up, somewhere around 14
or 16."

"Let me try my method first and if it doesn't work, we can talk about doing
it your way.  No promises, but I definitely want to help you with Blake as
I love him as much as you do.  I'll let know if it goes wrong and we need
damage control."

"Fair enough," I said and pulled the car back onto the road to head to the
campus.

"And don't even THINK about trying to read my journal to see what I might
be up to, as there is no way I'd write it down!" he said pointing a finger
at me with a warning.

"God, I didn't even know you were still writing your journal.  I haven't
read it since you busted me."

"I know.  I slipped a few other tests in there and you passed all of them,"
he chuckled.  "So maybe if you're free tonight, you'd like to sleep in my
room.  I could show you what I know about sex and see if you can learn a
thing or two.  I have a few new moves that I've been working on."

I laughed.  "I might just take you up on that.  I still love having sex
with you.  Always have, probably always will."

"And I still love you too," he said.  "Even if you did just try to pimp me
out to your son."

We arrived in the food fair and our group was talking about general
nothingness and we all quickly realized we had the afternoon off.  One of
those rare times when all our schedules conveniently aligned.  "Why don't
you come over and hang out at our place," I suggested.  "We can go
swimming, order pizza, have a few beers."

They all agreed instantly, except for Dickson.  "I can't.  I have something
to do later," he said without any real conviction, making it pretty obvious
he was lying.

"Come on Dickson.  Nothing better than going skinny dipping in their pool,"
Tripp smiled.  Since they thought they were the only two who knew their
secret of Dickson being in a cock cage, I tried not to smile at how evil
Tripp was being.

"Yeah," Kyle said.  "We can hang out naked since the kids aren't home."

"I can't," he said again.

"Ouch!" Kyle pouted.  "Someone doesn't like me anymore."

"It's not that.  It's a long story but I'm just taking a break for a week
to focus on school," he said being less than honest.

"Yeah, I've had weeks like that.  I jerk off so much that my dick is all
sore and my balls actually ache.  Sometimes it hurts just getting the
morning wood," Kyle said trying to sound sympathetic.  We both knew what
was going on, but couldn't let them know.  "Or is it crabs?  I'll bet it's
crabs?  Is it crabs?"

"It's not crabs and will you stop saying crabs?"  Dickson said with a faint
smile.

"Might be gonorrhea," Rory offered helpfully.

"Or syphilis," Kent added with a smile.

 "Well, it might be a yeast infection," Linda said getting in on the
Dickson ribbing.

"It's not an STD or a yeast infection," Dickson said looking around as if
he thought the entire food fair could overhear us.  "Can guys even get
yeast infections? Isn't that a chick thing?"

"No, guys can get them too," Robyn replied.  "Maybe it's a tumor."

In his best Schwarzenneger voice, Rory said, "it's not a tumor!"  Causing
us to burst out laughing.  Another famous movie line for our group to add
to its resume.  "It's probably just crabs though.  I'm with Kyle on this
one."

"For fucks sake, it's not crabs.  I just don't want to get naked.  It's not
that big a deal," snapped Dickson.

"So just wear a swim suit or something if you've got dick blisters or
something.  No one cares, but for one I'd like you there."

"Me too," Tripp agreed.

"Fine, fuck it, I'll be there, but I'm not getting naked.  Gotta keep you
horny faggots under control," he said capitulating.  (todays word of the
day...)  I had a feeling we were going to have some fun with him locked in
his cock cage.  A little sex in front of him should have him painfully rock
hard.  He would not only have to be in the cold water, he would need ice
packs to keep himself down.

Kent, Rory, Linda and Robyn were all in, as was Nate.  We met right at noon
and headed to the house in the several cars.  The construction was in full
swing next door and I don't think I've ever seen so many workers in one
place.

"What's going on over there?"  Kent asked.

"Just another house going up," I said quickly.

"That must be some house with a crew that size," he replied.

"Yeah, it will be.  I just hope it's over quickly as it's really loud
sometimes."  I didn't elaborate, but I was impressed at how much equipment
had appeared next door.  Colin wasn't kidding about making this build
happen fast.  We headed straight for the kitchen to get everyone a drink
before retreating to the pool level.  It took Tripp about 10 seconds to get
naked and jump into the pool.  One thing he wasn't, was shy.  Kyle followed
right behind him.  Dickson just sat on the lounger and looked into his
beer.  The rest of the group stripped down and either hit the pool or the
hot tub.  Not surprisingly where the girls went, Kent and Rory went.
Strangely, the one guy who is naked the most, was the last to get his
clothes off.  Nate sat shirtless next to Dickson with his beer.  My guess
is he was thinking about sex with the two girls and having them naked in
front of him was probably giving him a raging boner.  I'm sure he was
thankful that at least one other person still had clothes on so he wouldn't
feel like the odd man out.

"Could I borrow a swim suit?"  Dickson asked.

"Sure, come with me and I'll get you one," I immediately volunteered,
beating Kyle to the punch.  I took him upstairs to the bedroom where I
found a pair of shorts for him.  I was already naked so I made a good show
of letting him see as much of me as possible.  I still want him to like me,
but I had my work cut out for me.  I mean I'd fuck him while he was a
pledge, but I wanted him to give it up when he knew it was me.  I handed
him a pair of shorts and stood there with him.  Normally a guy would just
change and we'd go downstairs.

"Thanks, I can take it from here.  I'll meet you downstairs," he said
quietly.

"If you want me to take a look at your cock, I have some good cream that
you can use.  I know how bad it can be if you jerk off too much."

"NO!" he shot back quickly and forcefully.  Then soften his voice.
"There's nothing wrong with my fucking dick.  I just need a break from sex
for a week," he said.

"Wow, Rude.  I know you don't like me, but that's a little harsh even for
you," I said as I turned and left in a hurry making him believe I was
pissed at him for snapping at me.  I smiled as I got into the hallway and
wondered how the hell he was going to make it to the end of the week in his
cage.  It was basically day one and he was already having attitude, and I
was pretty sure that he would still be given a pledge task at some point
during the week that would involve him showing his cock to someone.  I'd
love to be there for that, and I'll make sure to have Alex tell me when he
sends them off to do something.  I left him alone and ran back downstairs.
I had ADAM turn on the steam and sauna, and I turned on the foam as I
passed by.  Nate was now in the water probably back under control.  I
ignored Dickson when he returned, and on a couple of occasions when he came
close to me, I made a point of swimming away from him.  Maybe if he thought
I hated him, he'd want me.  Reverse psychology was something that might
work.  I hadn't got to that part in my classes yet, but I'd be an expert at
it by the time it came up.  I hung out with Kent and Rory, as well as the
girls.

"Whose boobs do you like better?"  Linda asked me as her and Robyn stood
side by side partially out of the water.

"Not sure.  They're both pretty nice.  Which ones keep you afloat the
best?"  I grinned.  They took the bait and lay on their backs in the
water. Neither one really stayed afloat better than the other, but they had
at least a three person audience watching them.  They stood back up and I
judged that Robyn seemed to be more buoyant.  "I think they both have
perks," no pun intended.  "Robyn has smaller nipples, which being a gay
guy, I like, while Linda's boobs are rounded and slightly bigger.  I think
they'd be better for motorboating.  Robyn's are better for fondling and
sucking on, so I'm at a loss.  I judge them to be equal in interest," I
said diplomatically.

"Way to pussy out Justin," Linda said.  "Kent, whose boobs do you like
better?"

"Thanks, but not a chance I'm answering that.  This is like the whole which
dress do you like thing.  If I say one over the other, it's a no win
scenario.  I'm with Justin on this.  They're both equally nice."

"God we have a whole room full of pussies.  I thought we were the only
chicks here.  Nate, what about you?  If you were going to get to play with
them..." she paused to give him the full meaning of what she was saying as
they both knew he was going to have a three-way with them soon ... "which
ones would you play with first?"

"I think I'd play with Robyn first and then you.  Start with the slightly
smaller set to get used to them and move to bigger.  Then I'd put them both
together and have a four way motorboat.  Four boobs are better than two!"
he smiled thinking he conquered it.

"So you think I have small boobs?"  Robyn asked proving that you should
never answer the questions of girls.  They rarely lead to anything good.

"No, I think you have perfect boobs," he replied.

"So mine aren't perfect because they're too big?"  Linda said quickly.
They were playing with him and I could see it in their faces, but straight
boys didn't catch on very quickly.  That's why they're so easy to catch.
By the time they're in the trap it's too late and they get eaten alive,
usually going home with blue balls, as they get flustered and confused.

"No, yours are perfect too.  I would like to have both pairs," he said
swallowing hard.

"So neither one of us is good enough for you?  You'd need both sets to make
you happy?"  Robyn asked adding more pressure.  I saw Rory swim away slowly
so that he wouldn't have to get back in that conversation.  He pulled
himself up out of the pool and headed to the steam room.  He was getting as
far away from this as possible.  A smart straight boy.  Such a rarity in a
world with naked women around.  He may be smart but he had separated
himself for the herd and was now a straight boy out on his own.  I followed
him to the steam room and sat right beside him.

"Smart move getting away," I grinned.

"Fuck yeah.  He's doomed.  No way to win that now.  That's one dude who is
definitely not getting laid today.  I figure get away from it until the
conversation changes and I still have a chance."

"Don't worry, you still have a chance all right."  I decided to be bold and
see what I could accomplish, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and
put my hand on his thighs.  He jumped slightly but didn't try to get away.

"What are you doing?" He asked nervously as he looked directly at me.

"Finishing answering your question earlier.  You wanted to know, so time to
find out," I said as I pushed his legs further open and moved in between to
prevent him closing them again.  He looked quickly at the door in case
anyone was coming.  I didn't wait for permission and took his soft cock in
my mouth and swallowed it down to the root.  He gasped and stuttered.

"Dude, I don't think this is a good idea," he said unconvincingly as he
began to inflate at the feel of my tongue on the tip of his cock.  I kept
hold of his legs and just ignored him.  It didn't take much to get his
approximately 6 inches fully hard.  Difficult to tell when you're measuring
with your tongue.  I knew I had him when he sighed and relaxed.  I took
hold of his balls with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other
and gave him a blowjob to remember.  He finally just leaned back and
accepted his fate and the inevitable end result.

About two minutes in, he gasped.  "Dude, I'm gonna cum," he warned.  I
already knew that as I could feel his balls getting ready to explode. I
didn't stop.  "Seriously dude, I'm gonna blow."  I kept going and pressed
my finger towards his ass.  He braced himself and shot load after load down
my throat that I swallowed as fast as I could.  As soon as he was done, I
took hold of his dick and squeezed along the shaft like tube of toothpaste
to get every bit out of him.  Then I sat back beside him.

"So now you have your answer," I smiled as I slapped him on the thigh.  "I
should probably get back out there or they're gonna think I'm in here
having sex with you, unless you want to blow me," I teased.

"I'm good," he said without looking at me directly.

"Do I have cum on my face or anything," I asked looking directly at him.
He shook his head rapidly from side to side and averted my gaze.  I smiled
as I stood up and headed back to the group.

Everyone was being casual and just swimming or soaking in the hot tub.
"Thought you got lost," Kyle said as he saw me approach.

"Nah, just in the steam room keeping Rory company, but it's too hot in
there for me."  I got a raised eyebrow from Kyle as he tried to see if
there was more to it than that.  "Who wants pizza?"

The whole groups seemed like they were hungry.  I called Domino's and a
girl answered.  "Domino's Pizza, Blake speaking."  Okay, not a girl, a 12
year old with a high voice.

"Blake, it's Dad, what are you doing there?"  I asked surprised.

"Which Dad?  I have two."  He replied being a smartass.

"Which one do you think?"

"Oh, the bossy one.  Hi Justin." I could hear the smile in his voice so I
let it go.  Bossy? Me?  I don't think so.  "We had the afternoon off school
so I figured I'd come to work.  Make some extra cash for my dates this
weekend."

Dates?  As in more than one?  I let that go too.  "How did you get there?"

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to have personal calls at work.  Would you
like to order a pizza?"  He was cute.  Possibly grounded, but cute.

"Sure I'd like a large all meat, a large Hawaiian and one large deluxe," I
told him.

"Whoa, who's over there?" he said quickly.

"Thought you weren't allowed personal calls," I said throwing it back at
him.

"Would you like anything to drink with that sir?"

"Sure how about two litres of Root Beer."

"Cool.  Would you like some twisty bread?  We have a special on at the
moment; two for the price of one."

"Sure throw in two orders of that," I said going along with it.

"How about some cheesecake too?  It's really good and we have a new cherry
one."

"I'm pretty sure you don't have to upsell me everything Blake," I said
smiling at his enthusiasm.

"Okay, so that's a no on the cheesecake, sir?"

"It's a no on the cheesecake."

"Will that be for delivery or pickup?"  He asked.

"Delivery."

He confirmed my address which I thought was funny, but he was obviously
reading his script carefully.  "So that's one large Hawaiian, one deluxe,
one all meat, two orders of twisty bread, and two litres of root beer.
Will there be anything else sir?"

"Nope that'll do it."

"That's $56.00. Will you be paying cash or by credit card?"

"Just send it over at no charge thanks, Blake."

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that.  It's $56.00 once the order arrives at
your door.  It should be about 35 minutes."

"Blake, just check with Marilyn or Nolan, whoever is on right now.  I do
own the company you remember."

"Yes, sir.  I'll look into it for you.  If it's not free, I'll have my
manager call you back."

"Thanks Blake," I said finally.

 "Ummm, how did I do Dad?"  He asked, going back to being Blake.

"You did awesome.  If everyone took orders like you, we'd be rich in no
time."

He giggled.  "We are rich Dad!  See you later.  Want me to bring pizza home
with me?"

"No, just send the order and I'm sure there will be some left over by the
time you get here," I said as we finished the call.  Kyle questioned me
about it as he'd overheard me talking to Blake.

"He said they had the afternoon off school.  Somehow I doubt that, but I'll
check.  I'm telling you he acts way older than his age.  By the time he's
our age, he'll be running some fortune 500 company."

"He'll probably be the CEO of Worthington Enterprises, and richer than both
of you."

"True that!"

The pizza arrived exactly as ordered and I made a note to praise Blake for
getting it accurate.  Some of the group stayed naked while we ate, but a
couple put their underwear back on.  I quickly noticed as Linda and Kent
headed to the steam room together, as others went down to play foosball or
pool.  I waited a few minutes pretending to be cleaning up in the kitchen
and then casually strolled into the steam room.  Both Kent and Linda were
lying on the bench with Kent on top fucking her for all he was worth.  He
had such a nice bubble butt.

"You two certainly don't waste any time," I said as I stood there watching.
Kent stopped and looked back as me as if to suggest I should leave.  Linda
grinned.  "You want to go next?"

"I'd love to but I'm not sure Kent is into fucking me.  I think he's more
into you," I said as I slowly stroked my cock to get it harder.

"I meant would you like to fuck me next?"  She grinned as she put her hand
on Kent's ass and kept him going.

"God no.  Nothing personal, but I'd way rather be the one getting fucked."

I walked towards them and looked between Kent's legs.  I could see his cock
sliding in and out of her pussy cave and automatically reached for his
balls.  They were large and slightly hairy.  Like a small coconut.  His ass
also had light hairs on it and I'm pretty sure he wasn't enjoying me pawing
all over him, but his dick didn't want to stop what it was doing.  As he
looked back at me, evil Justin surfaced and I sucked on my finger and made
it obvious what I planned to do with it.

"No way, dude!  Exit only," he said quickly.

"What?  I was just licking my finger," I laughed.  "Straight boys.  So
paranoid about having something go in their ass.  It's like they're scared
the might enjoy it."

"It's just not my thing man, no offense.  I like it when someone watches me
fuck though."

"That's good, `cause I love watching a hot guy sliding his dick in and out
of something.  You planning on blowing inside her, or can I stick around
for the fireworks all over her boobs?"

"Whatever gets you off man," Kent said as he fucked Linda harder.  He was
such a straight boy.  Get on top, fuck, cum, go.  I was totally getting off
watching him though and I gently returned my hands to his ass cheeks.  He
turned to no doubt tell me to stop, but Linda intercepted him and pulled
his face to hers so they could kiss.  I rubbed his ass and pulled his
cheeks apart to see his hairy hole as he kept fucking.  I decided to go for
it and moved my face to his ass and pushed the tip of my tongue in there.
He gasped and tried to get up Linda held him in place.  I worked his hole
and he finally let out a moan.  Those that have no idea how sensitive your
ass is are amazed when they actually experience it.  I was so hard that I
was rapidly whacking away at it and my brain was heading for the land of no
return.  I stood up and moved behind him as I had every intention of
letting him experience how much more sensitive his prostate was.  As I was
moving into position, the sauna door opened and Rory walked in.

"Oh shit, sorry man," he said as he paused at the door.

"Come in, take a number, join the line up," I said as I backed away from
Kent and just put my hand back on his ass.

"Are you lined up to take a turn?"  Rory said looking at me curiously.

"I was, but then Kent said he wouldn't fuck me, so I'm just a voyeur at the
moment."

He laughed and stood next to me and boned up quickly.  I reached over and
took hold of it.  He jumped back and I just moved toward him.  This time he
didn't react and I slowly jerked him off as we watched Kent fuck Linda.  At
one point he looked over and noticed me jerking off his friend but didn't
say anything.  He was getting close to finishing so he pulled out and beat
himself off furiously until he gave us a great show.  Cum launched out of
his cock, arched up and landed between Linda's boobs.  A perfect ending.
He got up and thanked Linda as he left the steam room.

"What?  No tip?"  She said after he left.  "They're all the same.  They
fuck like they're at a race and once they cum, it's off to play with the
boys and talk about their conquest."

"Hey, we're not all like that," Rory said with his dick still in my hand.

"I can see that," she said sitting up as Kent's cum still dripped down her
body. "I should go clean up."

She walked out and Rory just looked at me. "Damn, I'd love to tap that."

"So why didn't you?  She'd have let you fuck her if you'd asked."

"I don't want Kent's sloppy seconds.  He can have mine if he wants," Rory
smiled.

"Well, it looks like you're horny enough to have gone for his seconds.  You
want another blowjob to relieve you of that?

"Nah, not right now.  There's too many people here and I'm thinking you
should probably let go of my dick, or it's gonna seem weird if someone else
walks in."

"Yeah, they'll wonder why we're just standing here instead of going at it,"
I agreed as I let go of his dick and headed out.  I noticed that he hadn't
said a full no to a blow job.  Just a `not right now'.  Guess I didn't
completely freak him out with one earlier.  Interesting.

"I should get home soon," Robyn said as things began to wrap up.  Rory had
gotten himself under control before exiting the steam room.  Probably fired
a load all over the place thinking of getting blown, or maybe he was
remembering Kent fucking Linda, but more likely he was thinking of me.
That's my story and I'm sticking with it.  Others agreed that they should
get going and soon the group was dressed and heading upstairs.  We got out
to the driveway just as the gate opened and a stretch limo pulled in.

"Are we expecting company?" Kyle asked.

"Not that I know of.  But around here anything is possible."  Everyone
stopped and waited to see who was arriving.  The car stopped in front of
the house and the driver got out and came around to open the back door.  I
think we were all expecting royalty to emerge, and I almost burst out
laughing as Blake climbed out and looked at everyone.

"What?  You forgot to pick me up so I called for a car.  Thanks Henry," he
said to the driver.

"Anytime Mr. Blake," he said.

Kyle began laughing as he read Blake's t-shirt.  It said `I'm Kind of a Big
Deal.'  "Dude, did you take that shirt from my closet?"

"Yeah, fits me good, huh?"

"In more ways than one, bro.  In more ways than one."  Kyle said as he
looked at the group.  "It a shirt from the movie Anchorman."

"Did you guys save me any pizza and root beer?"

"In the kitchen buddy," I told him.

"Good, I'm starving, plus I was abandoned so I feel like an orphan," he
said as he ran inside.

"Wasn't he wearing a different shirt when he left this morning?"  I asked
Kyle.

"Yeah, but he keeps spare clothes in his backpack.  I have no idea why."

"I do.  You do the same thing and copies everything to emulate you," I said
as we walked everyone to their cars.  Nate hitched a ride with Kent and
Rory and after we said goodbye we went in to face Mr. Big Deal.

"So how was work?"  I asked as we sat with Blake who was stuffing his face.
"Don't you get tired of pizza?"

"Are you nuts?  Pizza is like the best food in the world."

"You did really good with our order.  Everyone was really impressed with
all the food."

"It's what I do, Dad.  What can I say...I'm kind of a big deal around
there," he smiled as he flashed his shirt again.

"I get that," I agreed.  "So you said you didn't have school this
afternoon.  How come I didn't know about it?"

"The school had a water main break, so they said we could all go home."

"And if I check with the school would they confirm that?"

"Of course.  I wouldn't lie about that, Dad."

"Don't they normally call when they close the school?"

"They did.  They called Colin.  He said it was okay if I went to work." He
pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit the talk button.  "Call Colin."

"It's okay I believe you buddy.  I just didn't know anything about it."

He hung up and put the phone away, going back to his pizza.  Either he was
the best actor anywhere and belonged on `Blurred Lines', or he was telling
the truth.  I chose to believe him.  I heard Kyle sniff and looked over at
him, he was looking positively miserable all of a sudden, and it looked
like he was wiping a tear away.

I was about to ask him what was wrong, but Blake beat me to it.  "Are you
okay, Kyle?"  He asked.

"Yeah just a little upset buddy, and I'm kinda scared a bit too," he said
quietly.  I had no idea what he was talking about.  Two minutes ago he was
happy and goofing around with the rest of us.

"What are you upset about?"  Blake asked looking at Kyle with concern.

"Just stuff.  You feel like coming and hanging out in my room and keeping
me company?"

"Sure.  Are you gonna be okay, Kyle?  Can I bring my pizza?"

"Of course," he said as he slowly got out of his chair and Blake followed.
I offered to clean up as Kyle put his arm on Blake's shoulder and they
headed upstairs.  Kyle looked back at one point giving me a wink and a
smile.  This was part of whatever plan he was scheming.  I cleaned up the
kitchen and did some homework while I had some time to myself.  Almost 45
minutes later, Blake ran down the stairs and came up to me and gave me a
big hug.

"I'm sorry Dad.  I promise I'll be good from now on.  Please don't have
Kyle or me sent away.  Please," he said hugging me tightly.  "I'm gonna be
the best kid ever.  You'll see.  Wanna do homework together?"

"Sure, I'd like that," I admitted. He gripped tighter before letting go and
running off.  Kyle strolled down and sat beside me.  "What did you say to
him?  He looks positively scared shitless."

"I told him that everyone was worried about him being so obsessed with sex,
and that you felt it was best if I moved out.  Then I told him that the
social services was considering taking him away from you as you weren't
being good parents allowing him to act the way he was, and thought he
should know."

I sat there with mixed feelings.  Sex wasn't wrong, but Blake needed to be
brought back under control and stay a kid for at least a couple more years
until he understood relationships better.  "That was risky dude."

"Not as risky as your plan," he smiled. "I have no idea if it'll work, but
he was so scared at losing all of us that he's been crying half the time
and asking what he can do to be better.  I told him to forget about sex
until he's older, and when he gets those crazy feelings, just to jerk off
or take a shower until he feels better."

"I guess I should let Colin know in case it comes up," I said wondering if
that was the right move.  I didn't get to ponder it long as Blake ran back
and plopped down on the floor in front of me throwing his books on the
table.

"Kyle you should get your homework too so we can do it as a family and
stuff," he suggested.

Kyle smiled and went off to get whatever work he had and returned to join
us moments later.  We spent about half an hour working on things before I
suggested we make dinner for everyone.  Blake jumped up and asked what he
could do to help.  I smiled to myself as the three of us went to prepare
what was needed.  By the time we had everything ready, the whole family was
back and sat down to a nice meal.

"You guys wanna play in my room after dinner?"  Blake asked the twins.

"YAY!!" they both said excitedly.  "Can we pway wif your cars?"

"Yeah, we'll build a big race track," he said and almost before they were
done, they were racing out of the room to go play.

"What's with him?"  Colin asked.

"Long story, but let's just say he's scared of being taken away by social
services if he doesn't behave and stop hitting on everyone for sex," I said
vaguely.

"How did you accomplish that?"

"Kyle's idea.  He figured it was better than my idea of him having sex with
Blake to get it out of his system," I admitted.

"Good call, Kyle," Alex agreed.

"I'll just keep reminding him of it if I see him slip again.  We've made it
kinda like our secret."

"If it works, I'm all in favour as long as he stays a happy kid," I
cautioned.

"He's so busy with sports and activities, I'm guessing he'll soon move onto
other things if we keep the pressure on."

Shortly afterward, I headed up to see how they were doing and saw Kyle
outside Blake's room listening.  He put his finger up to his lips to tell
me to be quiet and I went and stood next to him.  I could hear Blake
talking.

"So when are we gonna go out?  I'm free on Wednesday night... I liked it
when you kissed me.  My other girlfriend doesn't really like doing
that...I'll just get a car to pick me up and I'll come get you.  We can go
to the movie, as long as I'm home by 10 or I'll probably get grounded."
They talked about stupid stuff and I could hear it in Blake's voice that he
was interested in whoever he was talking to.  Kyle and I retreated down the
hallway to his bedroom.

"Holy shit.  He's got another girlfriend."  Kyle said as we closed the
door.  "The little dude is a Playa!"

"I love how he just casually says he'll get a car and pick her up.
Wouldn't you think he'd come and ask if we can drive him?"

"You're kidding right?  Would you want your parents on your date?  Blake is
pretty independent and since he knows how to call for a ride whenever he
needs it, I'm thinking he's using it to get whatever he wants.  Rich boy is
learning how to use it to his advantage.  We should just make sure the
plane and boat are secure so he doesn't whisk some chick off to Paris for
dinner."

"I thought his girlfriend was Melissa.  I wonder who the new one is?"

"He's collecting girls like you collect twinks.  Wonder where he learned
that?"  Kyle grinned.  I wrestled him onto his bed and we rolled around for
a while until Blake ran in and jumped on us.

"Who's gonna take me to wrestling tonight?"  He asked as he sat on Kyle
with his hand on his shoulders staring at his face.

"What?  You're not going to call a car to take you?" I asked somewhat
sarcastically.  "You know you could have called home and we'd have come and
got you."

"I know.  But I knew you had people over and I figured you'd be naked and
doing adult stuff so I didn't want to bother you.  Colin said I could use
the car service anytime I got stuck anywhere."

"Did you really need the stretch limo?"

"No, but if you're the shit, you need the right car, and baby, I'm the
shit!"

"Oh, that's what that smell is.  Well go wash the shit off and I'll give
you a ride to wrestling."

He sniffed his armpits and then looked at me.  "It is pretty bad huh?  That
should show you how hard I was working.  He jumped off the bed took his
clothes off and headed into Kyle's bathroom.  "You'd have thought he would
head back to his own bathroom," I smiled.

It didn't take him long to reappear and he handed me the towel to dry his
hair before running off to his room, leaving his clothes behind.  I picked
them up and dumped them in Kyle's hamper after emptying his pockets.  He
had so much stuff in there, I'm surprised he could keep his pants up.  He
had chapstick, wallet, phone, a key ring with a mini flashlight and small
multitool, some rocks (probably fell out of his head at some point), a pack
of gum and a granola bar, condom, ear buds, mints, $40 in cash, a bunch of
change, a flash drive, various pieces of paper and a pocket pack of
tissues.  I don't carry that much stuff in my car.  Kyle held up the condom
and tissues.

"All he's missing is the lube and he's you," he laughed.

"Well he is a Boy Scout.  That's their motto, `Be Prepared.'"  I scooped up
all the stuff and took it to Blake's room where he was running around
getting ready.

"Oh, cool.  Thanks Dad.  I was just gonna come and get that stuff."

"Why do you need all that in your pockets?" I asked curiously.

"All what?  It's just the stuff I need."

"Condom?  Rocks?"

"Well, not the rocks.  I see ones I like so I pick them up.  I have a whole
box full," he said as he disappeared under his bed and dragged it out and
put it on the bed.  I sat down beside it and he took the lid off. He wasn't
kidding, there was a lot of rocks.  "I like this one cause it's purple and
this one looks like a diamond, and this one is as smooth as glass and this
one is perfectly flat, " he said beginning to explain them all.  Sorry I
asked.

"And the condom?"

"Come on Dad!  You know what that's for," he said patting me on the
shoulder.  "But you can have it.  I'm gonna give that stuff up for a while.
It's pretty time consuming."

I tried not to smile as I looked at him.  "And the keys?"

"One is for the house, the other is for my Lamborghini, the other is Cory's
house," he explained.  I didn't tell him that he really didn't need keys
for our house as ADAM would unlock the door on voice command and he didn't
need the Lamborghini key since he couldn't drive yet and the flashlight was
redundant as he had one on his phone.  I really gotta educate my boy at
some point.  "Shit," he said looking at everything. "Did you find a padlock
in my stuff?"

"No, what kinda padlock?"

"A combination type like my school locker.  I usually keep it on my
backpack, but I had it in my pants...or maybe I threw it in my backpack.  I
dunno, but I need it for wrestling and diving and places like that where I
have to lock my stuff up.  Don't want people going through my things..." he
said looking at me cautiously.  I smiled.  Yeah, god forbid someone takes
his rocks or breath mints.

"There's lots of locks downstairs in the drawer if you need another one."

"It has to be a combination as I don't want to have to carry a key around
when I'm diving and stuff.  Okay, I'm ready."

We headed out after he grabbed the lock he wanted, and I dropped him at the
gym for his lesson.  I decided to stick around to watch how he was doing,
and was impressed at how far he'd come.  He was winning quite a few rounds
or bouts or whatever they're called.  Mostly he was paired up against boys
his own size, but occasionally he'd challenge someone bigger, but usually
lost those.  One thing I did notice is that the wrestling outfits really
showed off your package, and there were more occasions than I could count
where boys sprung erections.  Someone should suggest they wear something
underneath like a jock or some sort of under armour that would protect
their junk and give them a bit of dignity.  But then who am I kidding, the
only reason people show up for these things is to see boys with erections,
or is that just me?  I actually ended up watching the entire lesson and
Blake ran over to me when he was done.

"Did you see me kick those big guy's asses?  It's the power of the Blake!"
he said flexing his muscles and I was impressed at how much his arms had
indeed grown.

"The power of the Blake huh? Well go wash that power off and I'll wait for
you."

He ran off with a couple of his team mates and I got up to head off as the
coach came over.  "Is that your brother?"  He asked.

"No, my son."

"Sorry.  You didn't look like you were old enough to have a son."

"I'm not.  Long story.  I'm Justin."

"Phil," he said as we shook hands.  "He's a pretty tough kid.  Takes on
boys a lot bigger than him even though he knows he'll probably lose."

"Yeah, he lives in a house full of guys so he's learned to stick up for
himself and doesn't shy away from things, that's for sure."  I braced
myself for the bad news.  Something like he was humping everyone instead of
wrestling with them or constantly trying to get them naked.

"Well, I just thought I'd come over and tell you how well he's doing.  I've
only ever met Kyle before, so it's nice to see you here.  Feel free to go
back into the locker room and push them along.  I swear they'd spend the
entire night in the showers if they were allowed."

"And yet we have to constantly tell him to take one at home," I smiled.
Not completely the truth, but every now and then he had to be reminded.  He
probably took more showers than most boys his age.

"I hear you there.  I have a 13 year old myself and I have to drag him to
the shower.  You'd think he was allergic to water, but get him in the
locker room shower and you almost have to turn off the water mains to get
him out.  I'm telling you, kids should come with owner's manuals.  Nice to
meet you Justin," he said as he picked up his sport bag and headed off to
the locker room.  He was definitely built like a wrestler.  I wouldn't want
to be his opponent, he'd squash me like a bug.  I headed to the locker room
as it was the way out anyway, and the coach wasn't wrong; the showers were
busy and Blake was right in the middle of it all.  I caught his eye but
didn't say anything as I headed for the exit.  The coach was changing and
his ass was the thing that I noticed first...go figure.  It was hairy and
if he were a girl, you could say he had a lot of junk in the trunk.  I
don't think you say that about guys, but it was a huge ass.  I'd have to
strap a board sideways across me if I was fucking that so I didn't fall in.
I kept walking.  The last thing I needed was for him to get the wrong idea.
Plus he was one of these guys that had trimmed chest hair that went from
his neck to his crotch.  I'd be itching all day if he tried to hug me.  I
could just see him picking me up snapping me in half over his knee,
throwing my limp body on the bench, cracking my legs open and pounding the
hell out of me.  I went and waited out in the hall where I figured I was
safe.  That was close.

The boys began exiting and Blake was with the main group for once.  The
coach came out with his son, who looked a lot like him.  Poor kid was gonna
be a gorilla.  "Nice meeting you Justin.  Keep up the good work, Blake," he
said as they passed by.

I waved and then quickly put my hand down.  Don't want to lead him on.  All
my sexy getting up in his shit would just be all sorts of wrong.  Blake
whacked my nuts with the back of his hands and immediately brought me back
to the here and now.  "Come on Dad.  I still got homework to do and I gotta
figure out clothes for tomorrow.  This just doesn't happen you know."

"Like ow!" I said as I put my hand around the back of his neck.  "How would
you like it if I whacked you in the nuts?"

"Hashtag, WHATEVER!  Like that doesn't happen a million times when I'm
wrestling.  Like Kyle says Dad, man up."

"Kyle says that huh?  What else does he say?"  I smiled as we headed for
the car.

"He says grow a pair, and YOLO.  That means `you only live once'.  Plus he
has a bunch of other saying that you wouldn't understand."

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again, looked at him and
then opened my mouth again, and closed it.  What am I supposed to say to
that?  Kyle was like 3 years younger.  Hardly a generational gap, but
apparently to Blake it was.  In one way I suppose I should be flattered.  I
was definitely a Dad and not as cool as a brother.  I guess that was a step
in the right direction, although I think I still understand teen slang.  I
still consider myself a teen anyway.  Hashtag ummm...something or other.

"Are we gonna get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream huh?"

"Yeah, Kyle and I always go somewhere after most of my stuff.  Today is ice
cream.  Tomorrow after Scouts is a slurpee, and Wednesday after Karate we
go for burgers and Thursday we go to the candy store to stock up for the
weekend.  Kyle usually buys more than me."

"Well I guess we can't change the routine then," I said and he smiled from
ear to ear.  I'd have to check with Kyle to see if I just got played.  He
knew exactly where to go and ordered a double scoop.  When the guy piled it
on, Blake's eyes almost shot out of his head.

"Damn, that's more like a triple scoop?"  I said as I ordered my flavors.

"Is that a thing?"  Blake asked.

"Is what a thing?"

"A triple scoop.  Can I have one of those?"

"I think a double is more than enough before bed."

"kk," he said as we sat and ate.  I was surprised at how busy the place
was.  Maybe I should open an ice cream shop.

"So Dad, The guys on my wrestling team were talking about girls and they
said stuff I was wondering about."

I braced myself.  Here we go again.  I suppose we have to take baby steps
in his rehabilitation.  It's not like I can send him to Betty Ford for a
month. "Like what sort of stuff?" I asked flinging the door open for
whatever was coming.

"When you date girls, how do you know when to do things?  Like carry their
books and hold their hand, and kiss and things?  Some guys said the girl
should take the lead and others said the guy has to make the first move.
Who's right?"

"No rules on it that I know of.  Sometimes opportunities just present
themselves.  If you take a girls hand and she isn't ready, she'll just pull
back.  If you offer to carry her books and she says no, then just wait
until she asks you.  Once you do something, it plants the seed that you're
interested and then it's her turn."

"So if she makes a move, should I refuse or just go with it?"

"You're a guy.  If she makes a move, go with it.  I think it's the girl
that usually slows things down.  Guys are kinda the go for it type."

"Is that why we get into trouble sometimes, like when I bug you about sex
and stuff?"

"Yeah.  It's built into our DNA as boys, and it takes someone to tell us to
slow down.  That's usually the girls."

"I get it now!  Kyle was right.  We live with all boys so there's no-one to
say no to us.  Is that why Colleen used to come over before you adopted
me?"

"Maybe.  That's why it's good for you to hang out at Cory's now and then.
His Mom can keep you grounded."

"She never grounded me, Dad!  I always behave when I'm over there." He said
looking shocked.

"No, that type of grounded means that she keeps you real."

"Dating girls is hard huh Dad?  It's not this hard with boys..." he paused
and giggled and looked at me "no pun intended...right?"

I smiled.  "Right."

"Dating boys is way easier `cause you can see them naked anytime you want
and we always know when we want sex because penises get hard.  How do you
know when girls want sex?  Do their boobs get hard or something?"

"No, I don't think it works like that.  I have no idea how you know if a
girl wants sex.  I think they usually just tell you.  Sometimes you just
have to be patient and let things happen naturally.  It builds the
excitement and gets your heart racing and you fall in love and then one
thing leads to another and you eventually end up naked together."

"Is that how you and Dad met?"

I thought about how we met.  It was on the boat.  We were already naked.
We fucked in a group orgy sort of thing, and then got to know each other.
The way nature intended.  The gay way. The proper way.  No wasting time.
"Yeah, pretty much," I lied.  "We were out on the lake in the boat and your
Uncles Jason and Alex and I met Colin and his friends out there.

"Cool." Did you get all kissy kissy smootchy smootchy?' He said kissing his
arm and acting like a total kid.

"None of your business," I laughed.

"Are you gonna come to Scouts tomorrow with me?"

"Why what's happening tomorrow? Anything special?"

"Yeah it's a scavenger hunt.  You should be on my team."

"Sure, I'll be there.  Sounds like fun.  I'll bring one of the fast cars so
we beat everyone."

Blake looked at me like I had some rare disease that needed curing.  "We
don't use cars DAD!  We walk everywhere.  That's the fun of it.  We have to
find weird stuff and the first team back gets a large chocolate bar and two
litres of coke."

"Nice, juice `em all up before bed.  That'll make parents super happy."

"Hashtag, funny!" Blake replied.  Great he had gotten old enough to hashtag
everything.  Hashtag just terrific.

We got to the house and he thanked me and raced inside to do his homework.
Kyle and Tripp were hanging out in the media room playing a video game.
"How was the wrestling?"

"Good.  I learned a few new moves."

"Saw a few dozen boners," Kyle added.

"Yeah that too.  I think that has to be my new favorite sport, right after
diving and those skimpy speedos."

I joined them for a while until Colin came in and we curled up together.
Blake had put himself to bed and we never saw the other half of the family
at all.

Nothing eventful happened on campus the next day, except that Nate
introduced me to a new straight friend he'd made named Cameron.  Not really
my type but he seemed like a nice guy.  He was about 6 foot four and over
200 lbs.  He was part of the football team and could probably squash me
with just one hand. I wondered if he was one of Bale's coach's sons.  From
the V-neck shirt he was wearing he also had a hairy chest.  He would be
good protection if we ever needed a bodyguard or someone to block the sun
one day.  Walking behind him was like following a semi on the highway.  You
couldn't see a damn thing past him so you just had to trust things were all
good ahead.  His ass was the size of two of me, and the way my mind works,
I wondered if it was as hairy as the rest of him.  Just like Blake's
wrestling coach.  Then I wondered what it might be like to ride something
that big.  I could imagine his ass would be like a bouncy house as I rode
the wave each time I fucked him.  Of course he could have a giant tight ass
that would grip my cock and snap it off.  I was so focused on his ass that
I hadn't paid attention when he stopped, and walked right into him.  He
didn't move but I ended up taking three steps backwards as if I'd hit a
tank.

"Walk much?"  He said as he turned to look at me.  Nate just laughed.

"Sorry," I said looking to see if I'd left a nose impression on his back or
something.  I moved next to Nate so I could get some light again and see
what was ahead.  Kyle, Tripp and Dickson were already at our table for
lunch and the girls joined us later along with Kent.  Rory was away on some
field trip for the day.  Later on, Kyle and I picked up Blake from school
and headed home.  Jason was just heading out to pick up Cory, so Blake
jumped in his car with him.

"You should have said something, we could have swung by and grabbed him on
the way home," I told him.

"That's okay, it's our time together.  I usually take him out for dinner.
Just the two of us.  He's still my little brother and I don't want him to
feel like he's being left out just because we have other kids around."

"Looks like it's three of you tonight.  You want Blake to stay here?"

"No, it's all good.  Alex is looking after the boys with Troy and `Marvin',
but I'll be back to change before we head off to Scouts."

"Have fun," I said as we headed inside just in time to see Troy and
`Marvin' walk past on their way to the pool.  It's such a common thing to
see each other naked that you almost don't notice anymore, except that they
were both getting much tanner.  We both stopped by the kitchen.  "So what
are you up to tonight?" I asked.

"I was going out with Tripp and Dickson but they suddenly cancelled on me,
so no plans at the moment.  Thought maybe I'd go hang out at the club with
the guys."

"Sound like fun.  Take lots of lube."

"Not that club!" he grinned. "The paragliding club.  The only lube they use
is to oil their equipment."  I opened my mouth to say something but he
stopped me quickly.  "Their paragliding equipment, ya pervert."  I just
smirked.  I'd be happy to oil someone's equipment for them.  Just say the
word.

We went and joined Troy and `Marvin' who were swimming laps in the pool.
If these boys were any more fit, their abs would have abs.  "You guys are
always working out lately.  What's going on?"

"Gotta look good for the beach when we get to California," Troy explained.
"I can't be the pale flabby Canadian.  You should work out with us.  You're
losing definition.  `Marvin' is a good trainer and the cool down sessions
are always fun."

"I guess we could do it for a bit.  What do you think Kyle?"

"Why not?  I'm not having my usual three hours of sex which is the best
workout a guy can get, so I might as well use my energy on something else."

"Who says you won't get three hours of sex?" `Marvin' asked.  "Troy already
told you the cool down sessions were fun.  How do you think we cool down?"

We both undressed and joined the guys in the pool for a while before
hitting the gym.  I actually learned what half the equipment in that room
does.  I thought most of it was just a fun place to hang clothes and
towels.  Who knew it all had a purpose.  I worked abs and pecs, glutes,
thighs, calves, biceps and triceps and other muscles I've never heard of.
By the time we were done, I was a wobbling bowl of jelly.  If they'd gang
banged me I wouldn't have energy to stop them...  I SAID IF THEY TRIED TO
GANG BANG ME... I guess they heard as `Marvin' lifted my feet up onto his
shoulders as I was doing ab crunches and rubbed his hardening cock up and
down my hole.  Each crunch I did, he got closer and closer to entering me
as he did a countdown for how many more I had to do.

"Five more, four more, three more, two more, one more..." as I lay down
from the last one he entered my sweaty hole and pushed all the way in.  I
was so relaxed and coated with sweat that he didn't even need any lube as
he fucked me.  Troy was lying on the bench next to us as Kyle stood over
him in a 69 position and they worked on the last 7 inches that needed
attention on each other.  If these were cool down sessions, I'd show up for
these every day.  Not so much for the work out, but I'd be happy to help
them cool down.

By the time we were done and heading for the shower, I was exhausted and
every part of me felt like it was on fire.  I was ready for bed.  I think I
may have audibly groaned as we left the shower to grab towels and saw Cory
and Blake standing there in their Scout uniforms.

"Were you guys having sex in there?"  Blake asked bluntly.

"No we've been working out and just took a shower," I explained.

"No, seriously," he smiled.  "What were you doing in there?  The bubbles
aren't even on."

"We were seriously working out," I said grabbing him by the head.

"Okay, but you know it's not right to lie to a kid," he said being a little
brat.

"Keep being a smartass and I'll drop the towel and give you a big wet bear
hug," I threatened.

"Not with my Scout uniform on!" He shrieked as they both turned and ran
upstairs.  God, my whole body felt like someone had removed all my bones
and left me a quivering mess, and now I had to go and do a scavenger hunt.
Maybe I could just sit under a tree and supervisor from a nice vantage
point, but something told me I was in for more exercise.  Scouts never did
anything that didn't require lots of energy.

"I guess I should go get ready for Scouts," I said to the guys as I dropped
the wet towel in the hamper, grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs past the
group.  The twins were already bouncing around playing with Cory and Blake
as they usually did when all of them were together and they didn't even
notice me.  I got dressed and headed back downstairs to join them.  I was
slowly feeling my body again and wondered if maybe I really was getting out
of shape.  I'd have to spend more time with the guys before they left and
perhaps get a routine going.  I laughed as they came up and said they were
going for a run.  Kyle was also joining them.

"You know if you want to go someplace, we have lots of cars, right? You
don't actually have to run there," I said trying to hold a straight face.

"We're only going about 5K because Kyle is with us tonight.  We're taking
it easy on him."

"If you say so.  Just take your phone Kyle and remember to call 9-1-1 if
you can't make it."

"No problem.  I'll write it down.  What the number for that again?"

"9-1-1, dumb ass," Blake yelled, causing the other kids to giggle.  Kyle
saluted the boys in uniform and they all ran out the back door and down
towards the beach.  It was the best place for a 5K run I'm sure.  I jumped
in the car for our own 5K run to the Scout hall where we met up with all
the others.  It was good to see Patrick and Kurt looking so cute in their
uniforms, although I didn't tell them that.  The troop was split into
groups different from their normal patrols.  Each team had a Venturer, who
was an older boy usually around 16 or 17, a Senior Patrol member, usually
around 14 and then a variety of the younger boys.  Probably better than
having one patrol of 11 year olds racing all over town.  Each group was
going to get a list of scavenger hunt items and had an hour and a half to
get back. The rules were simple, at least simple to the Scouts, complicated
to an outsider like me.  The first team back with all the items would win.
If no team got all the items, then the one with the most in the shortest
time would win, but if all the teams returned with one or two missing
items, and the last team arrived with everything, they would win.  However,
any team that returned after the hour and a half, would be disqualified.
Sounded like a Q initiation if you ask me.  Also no team was allowed to buy
anything, they must scavenge for it and could not go to the home of any of
the members of the Troop.  I got Blake's group with Kurt and one of the
Scout leaders, while Jason was with Cory in another team and a parent
volunteer.  The boys were given the list in a sealed envelope and told they
had to be polite to people, not break any laws and be careful.  Seemed like
good advice to me.  It felt like the start of the Amazing Race as the boys
were in their horseshoe formation listening to the instructions.

Their Scout leader finished up and gave them the `get set, go!' command.
Boys peeled into groups and ripped open their envelopes.  I couldn't see a
damn thing as they were crowded around it like it was a smartphone with a
hot new app on it.  "Come on, let's go," said Kurt.  As the Venturer and
the oldest, he was the natural leader of the group.  They took off running.
Great, it looks like I'm getting my 5K run after all.  The first place they
stopped was at the back of the school field near the portable classroom
building.  I thought they were doing a cheerleading routine as some boys
got on their hands and knees against the wall, and others climbed on their
backs and more on their backs until they formed a pyramid, with the boy on
the top standing on the back of the top most pair and touching the gutter.
I was asked to take their picture, which I did.  The item to collect was
`one member of your team is to touch the roof of a building and take a
picture.'

Then it was off to find graham crackers, a chocolate bar and a bag of
marshmallows. It sounded like we would be having s'mores later.  Yummy.  As
we trekked towards some houses, Greg walked closer and closer to me.  At
first I didn't notice, but eventually he was right beside me and I could
see he was itching to say something as he kept looking at me.  I was
beginning to think I had a booger hanging out my nose or something.

"Having fun so far?"  I said after quickly checking my nose.

"Yeah.  I'm Greg.  Do you remember me from the campout last time?"

"Of course.  It's good to see you again.  Are you still enjoying Scouts?

"Yeah, but I'm pretty busy with other things and I may have to give it up."

"That's too bad.  If you're enjoying it, it would be a shame to give it
up," I said to make small talk.

"Yeah, but I have other things that I'm dealing with too.  So Scouts may
not be for me anymore."

"Really?  I mean I guess you have to do what's right for you in the end,
but if you're having fun, you should stick with it until it's no longer
fun."

"I suppose, but do you remember what you warned me about at camp?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, you were right.  The guys did test me but I didn't take the bait.
So thanks for that."

"You're welcome, but hopefully that's not why you're thinking of leaving
Scouts.  Boys are just like that.  It's all part of growing up," I told
him.  I noticed that we were falling further and further behind the group
as Greg continued to talk to me.

"If I tell you something can it stay just between us?"

"Sure," I said.  Enter Dr. Justin, psychologist extraordinaire.

"You're gay right?"

"Right, but I already knew that.  That's not really secret dude.  Everyone
knows," I laughed.

"That's not it.  I was just making sure.  Blake told me all about his Dads
and things around his house.  Sounds like a great place to live."

"I think he just likes the pool and the cars," I grinned.

"Ummm, I've kinda been thinking about stuff and what if I was, you
know... gay?" he said as he lowered his voice.

"Then if you are you are.  It shouldn't make any difference to anyone,
especially to you.  Do you think you are?"

"I might be, but I don't want to be," he said still being very quiet.

"Have you had any experience with other boys except Blake and the one
incident at camp?"

"No.  I don't know any boys my own age who would admit to being gay or even
bi.  There's no one at my school."

"I'll bet there's a lot at your school, some curious, some who know but
don't want to say anything, but they're there."

"So what makes you think you might be gay?"

"I think about boys all the time.  I sneak looks at them in the locker room
and my heart pounds faster and I get all sweaty and I almost pass out when
I see one naked."

I smiled.  I know that feeling.  Yep sounds like he might be gay.  Straight
boys see each other naked and make a note of the other guy to pick on him
for his size, or to compare themselves against, but other than that have no
real reaction.  Gay boys get the symptoms Greg was getting.

"Well don't be in a hurry to decide.  You might want to give yourself some
time.  Do you think about having sex with boys or girls?"

"Boys.  Always boys.  Girls are nice but I don't think of them like boys."

"I'm guessing when you're playing with yourself, you think of boys and not
girls?"

"All the time.  I do it at least four times a day.  School is the worst
place as there are so many good looking guys and I usually have to run to
the bathroom between each class.  I really want to figure all this out and
see if I'm gay or not, but I don't know who to talk to and there's no way I
can talk to anyone at school or they'd make fun of me."

"Pick the right person to talk to.  Girls are usually the best for that.
Do you have any friends that are girls?"

"A couple.  But I dunno if I could tell them or not.  You're the first
person I even said it to, and only because you know of what happened at
camp, and that you're gay.  I figured I could trust you."

"You can definitely trust me Greg," I assured him.  "What are you looking
for exactly?"

"I kinda like to find another boy my age who is gay too, so we can talk and
get to know each other and you know...do stuff.  If I had a friend to be
there for me, it might help me to know for sure."

"Are you looking for someone to just be friends with or to have sex with?"

"Both, I guess.  I want friends who would accept me if I decided I really
was gay, or wouldn't judge me if I was just experimenting because I'm
confused or something.  But I really want to have sex and all I can think
about are boys.  So I'm gay right?"

"Don't label yourself.  At your age, it's only natural to be curious about
sex.  Sex with anyone.  Jesus look at Blake.  He's 12 and can't keep
himself under control for 10 minutes, as you've already found out.  He's
hornier than any 14 year old.  Have you and he done anything else other
than what you told me?"

 "No. No way.  I didn't even want to do it that time.  It just kind of
happened.  I didn't start it, I promise.  Scout's honour," he said giving
me the three finger salute.

"Trust me, I believe you.  Blake has no off switch and if he wants
something he goes and gets it.  One day that boy is gonna get into a world
of trouble."

"If you would like to meet a few boys your own age and older, I can
introduce you to a few and I'll bet after an hour with them, you'll know
for sure."

His eye lit up.  "Really?  You know guys my age who are gay?"  He said
trying to keep both his voice and his pecker down.

"I know tons of them.  The only trouble is you're a good looking guy and if
I take you to them, they're liable to have you naked in under 5 minutes and
be all over you.  Are you sure you'd be ready to be in a room full of naked
and horny boys?"

He grinned so wide I thought his face might crack.  "God, it's all I think
about.  At least I'd know for sure right?"

"That you would.  Either they'd prove you like boys or scare you so badly
that you'd never want to see a boy naked again.  Are you sure you'd want
that?"

"I'd be happy to just meet another gay boy."

"Well, if you're free tomorrow after school, I'll introduce you to some and
they can help you decide what you really want.  Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Of what?" He asked.

"Sexually," I clarified.

"I don't know what that means," he admitted quietly as if he were stupid or
something.

"A top is someone who likes to do the sex.  Likes to be on top.  And a
bottom is the one who likes to get the sex, or being on the bottom."  I
explained carefully.

"You mean like having someone put it in my ass?"

"Exactly."

"I dunno.  I've only ever done it once and he sat on me while I was lying
down, so I was on the bottom, I guess."

"Actually if you put it into someone you're the top, even if you were lying
on the bottom," I said to continue the clarification.

"Huh?"

"Okay, real quick as this isn't really the best place to be talking about
this.  If you stick your dick in a guy's ass, you're the top.  If they
stick it in you, you're the bottom," I said rapidly and quietly.

"Oh.  So far I've only been the top, so I guess I'm a top.  Can I be both?"

"Sure.  Lots of people are. That's called being versatile."

"Cool.  See I already learned something new.  Thanks.  Maybe you could
teach me stuff."

"I could explain things, but I couldn't teach you because you're only 14.
If you text me after school tomorrow when you've had a chance to think
about it, I'll introduce you to a few boys and you can see how you get
along."

"Oh my god!  That would be like the best day of my life.  I'd never be able
to repay you."

"You wouldn't need to.  I want you to be happy and figure out who you are
and who you want to be.  Surround yourself with people who like you for you
and never be scared to be yourself.  Give me your phone and I'll give you
my number."  He handed it over and I put it in for him.  I put his in my
phone just so I would know who it was when, and if, he texted.  "Now you
should go get back with the group and let's win this thing.  He thanked me
and ran back to his team.  You could see that that had been weighing on him
for a while as he was noticeably more relaxed for the rest of the evening.
I could just imagine what the boys at the Academy would do with him if I
dropped him off in their lair.  As they say, he'd be fresh meat and by the
time they were finished with him, he'd either be gay or traumatized.  I'd
start him off slowly with only a dozen guys.  Kurt wandered up to me next
and asked how I was.

"Fine so far.  Are we finding everything on the list?"

"I think we're doing well.  Saw you were talking to Greg.  Is he okay?
He's been kinda distant and quiet lately.  Not his usual outgoing self."

"Yeah.  He seems like a nice guy.  He's just going through normal teenage
things.  14 is a difficult age."

"He's gay huh?"

"What makes you think that?"  I asked looking at him to see how he meant
it.

"I've hung around you guys long enough to know.  I almost have pseudo
gaydar from all the time I spend at your place.  I'm guessing he just
gravitated towards you."

"You're perceptive.  That's what I like about you Kurt, but he's still just
finding out who he is.  I can trust you to keep that to yourself, can't I?"

"Of course.  I've never said anything about Patrick.  I don't think it's
cool to pick on someone for who they are or how they look.  Of course
picking on them for what they wear or doing something stupid, then they're
fair game."

"True enough," I laughed.  "You better get back up there and push your team
to win this thing."

He ran off and we picked up the effort to gather all the items on the list.
Some required team effort where they had to help each other, like getting a
picture of a street sign straight on and not at an angle.  One of the
smaller boys got on the shoulders of an older one to take the shot.  Then
they had to find four specific color rocks, which meant they spent ages
with their lights going through hundreds of stones until they found the
right ones.  They needed exactly 1 metre of string, a 3/4" bolt with nut,
and many other things.  It took the entire hour and a half and Blake never
came up to talk to me once.  I guess having Dad along was nice, but not
cool to stop and hang out with him.  We raced back to the school where we
had started and found that we weren't the first team to have arrived.
Obviously our boys were disappointed to find they were second and didn't
win the prize, but soon cheered up when they found out there was hot
chocolate and their leaders had fired up a portable barbeque so they could
roast marshmallows for the s'mores.  Before long we had a whole troop of
sticky messy boys talking excitedly about how they managed to find all the
scavenger hunt items.  Jason sat beside me looking all cute in his Scout
uniform.

"Hi Scouter Jason.  How did your team do?"  I teased.

"We were fourth, but the boys enjoyed it.  How about you?"

"Second."

We watched Cory and Blake with the other boys and one thing I did notice is
that Blake definitely stuck closer to the older ones while Cory stuck to
guys closer to his own age.  Blake also talked older than his years.  I'm
supposing that was our doing as well.  We really have to keep him a kid for
as long as possible. There'll be plenty of time to grow up later on.  I'd
have to try and find a way to keep him with his own age bracket, although I
had a feeling that ship may have sailed.  You fumble through and hope they
live long enough to be able to move out and be tortured by their own kids.

The boys piled back in the cars at the end of the night and we drove Cory
home first before heading back to our place.  Blake ran upstairs to bed.  I
went in search of the rest of the guys.  I couldn't find them at first
until ADAM told me that they were in the adult playroom.  I went down and
smiled as I saw Colin being the master over Troy and `Marvin'.  They were
both tied up and blindfolded side by side with dildo's vibrating in their
asses, with Colin's cock deep down `Marvin's' throat.  "Hey baby!"  I said
as I went up and kissed him. "I'm guessing you couldn't find anything fun
to do, so you were stuck with these two tonight?"

He was into his total humiliation game and I loved playing it with him,
especially with `Marvin' who had never lost that need to be dominated and
talked down to, although around here he got treated like everyone else and
not some big shot celebrity.  He still loved it when Colin got back into
their old ways and treated him like shit.  "Yeah, I was horny and you were
off at Scouts, so I was stuck with their sloppy asses.  Yeah, this one's so
loose I had to shove a dildo in with my cock just so I could feel
something.  He's so loose you could fit your whole head in there and have a
look around and he'd never feel it.  And that one over there acts like he's
never sucked cock before, gagging and coughing before I was all the way
into him.  Almost puked all over my floor.  Both are worthless.  Glad your
back honey.  Wanna help me finish them off?"

"Sure I can hang around for a bit.  What do you need me to do?"

"Why don't you pop those dildos out of them and give them both a good
fisting.  Maybe we can enjoy ourselves enough until we can cum.  I've been
trying half the night, but these two idiots are so bad at sex that I'm
surprised I'm even hard."  We all knew that wasn't true, but for the sake
of the game it was fun to insult them.  "Yeah see how far you can get your
arm into them.  Make it a competition.  First one to scream gets whipped
for half an hour."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as I looked at Colin.  He pointed to
`Marvin' and nodded and pointed to Troy and shook his head.  I got the
message and went behind both of them and yanked out the dildos and turned
them off.  I got down behind `Marvin' and pulled his ass cheeks apart.  His
hole was red and had certainly been well used.  Colin may indeed have been
working on him for hours.  "Dude, his hole is so wide I think I can see
your cock going in and out of his mouth if I look inside."  Troy snickered
so I reached over and slapped him hard.  "Shut up boy, you're next."  I
slammed two fingers into his well lubed hole and he moaned as I went all
the way inside.  His ass was so smooth and moist inside as I felt around
and stretched his hole a little.

I pulled on each side of his hole to make him feel me in there and I knew
to be more gentle with Troy than `Marvin', but not let him know I was being
gentle.  As I fingered his hole I pressed my face into `Marvin's' ass and
shoved my tongue deep inside him.  It was so sweet, and with him being
stretched nicely, I could get a lot deeper than normal, so it tasted even
better.  I could have stayed like this all night, but I had been given a
mission, so I lubed up my hand and began to enter `Marvin's' ass.  First
with one finger then two and three and finally I pushed my whole hand into
him.  It was difficult to get my fist in and I was careful to go slow but
he could take it.  At the same time I had two fingers in Troy and was
tickling the back of his balls with a third finger.  Colin was watching and
nodded at me with a smile.  He put his hand into a fist and pushed it
forward to indicate I should go deeper into `Marvin'.  I did what he said
and felt my fingers go past his inner ring.  `Marvin' grunted as I got
deeper inside and stretched his ass to its limits.  I was easily 10 inches
into him and halfway up to my elbow.  Fisting isn't my favorite thing but
if you want to play the role properly, you have to go for it.  I pulled
back slowly and then punched his hole again and again, making him feel the
abuse.  I added a third finger to Troy, being really gentle as I knew that
was about as much as he could handle and I didn't want to stretch his ass
out of shape.  I stopped after a couple minutes of it and concentrated on
`Marvin'.  I used my free hand to grab his cock and balls and pull on them
as I fisted his ass hard, while Colin verbally abused him.

"Christ, he probably can't even feel it.  You should slam your foot in
there," he said as he slapped his open palm hard between `Marvin's shoulder
blades with a loud resounding crack.  I looked at him to see if he was
serious, but fortunately he smiled and just shook his head to indicate a
no.  Thank god.  The only toe job I ever want to see is on one of the cars.
I had finally had enough of fisting `Marvin' so I grabbed a large butt plug
and shoved it into him so he could stay wide open.

Colin smiled and then looked down at `Marvin'.  "Fuck you're so useless
Justin's even lost interest in you. Normally you can't pry him off a hot
guy and he doesn't even want you, you worthless cunt."  Colin leaned
forward and grabbed `Marvin's' ass and took a firm hold as he tried to
abuse it even more.  I stood up behind Troy and quickly removed my clothes,
grabbed some lube and slammed deep inside and fucked him hard.  That I knew
he liked. I reached under to feel his cock and he was quickly hard.  I
fucked him relentlessly until he cried out and came in wave after wave of
hot boy juice, spraying it everywhere.  I knew he would be sensitive now so
I fucked him even harder, as I brought my cum soaked hand up from
underneath him and let it drip onto his back.

"Who the fuck told you you could cum boy?  You're both fucking worthless,"
Colin said to Troy as he smiled at me nodding his approval.  I wiped my
hand over Troy's back and then grabbed his hips for a more intense fucking.
I felt myself about to shoot my own load and tried to do it quietly as to
not let Troy know how good his ass was.  My face must have given me away as
Colin stuck his tongue out slightly and gave me the thumbs up.  I gave him
a return thumb.  He grabbed `Marvin' by the ears and began fucking the hell
out of his face.  "Here comes my load boy and don't you dare let any of it
spill.  Swallow it all or you'll be licking this entire floor clean for the
rest of the night."  He grunted and I could almost hear his cock explode
down `Marvin's' throat.  He did his best to swallow everything Colin had to
offer and having been on that end many times, I know that it could be a
lot, so I wasn't surprised to hear a little choking and gagging as he tried
to get it all down.  Once he was done, we both pulled out of our boys at
the same time.

"Not bad for a way to get relief when you're desperate and don't have
anything else to fuck.  They'll do, but I certainly wouldn't go out of my
way to use them again," Colin said to me.  "Take that plug out of his ass
and let's get rid of these cunts, so you and I can have some decent sex
together."

I carefully removed the large butt plug from `Marvin' and untied them.  We
made them kiss each other as a `punishment' as we watched and critiqued
their method.  "God, it's like watching two eight year olds sneak a kiss in
the school yard.  Pathetic," Colin said as he told them to fuck off and get
out of our site.

"Yes sir," they both said as they ran out of the room.  Colin came up to
hug me and gave me a proper kiss to show me how it should be done.

"That was fun," I said when we finally came up for air.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss having them around here after Christmas.  I have a
feeling they may end up staying down there once the school year is done.
`Marvin' was telling me that he missed home and although he enjoyed it
here, his heart was still in L.A.  Troy is infatuated with him, so I think
he'll probably end up moving."

"That'll suck.  I don't want anyone to move out.  I like our family the way
it is."

"Me too, but they'd only be a few hours away and we could visit anytime we
want.  Plus I know you, you'll be all over the surfer boys down there.  I
may have to get a leash for you?"

"And a nice leather collar and a cock ring?"  I grinned.

"More like a cock cage," he replied as he took hold of my package.  I felt
really sad that we were probably going to lose Troy as he had become an
amazing part of the family.  Considering where he started; out on the
street living under a bridge and begging for change.  Now he was dating a
celebrity and getting ready to move to California with him.  I was proud of
him, but also sad to see him grow up.  It was going to kill me when Blake
eventually moved out, hopefully not until he was 30 or so.  I was already
having anxiety over Jason, Alex and their boys moving next door, even
though they'd technically be in the same building.  That would leave Just
Kyle and Blake with us, and although Kyle wasn't making plans to go
anywhere, that day would inevitably come, and I had to be ready for it.

We showered and joined Troy and `Marvin' in the media room for a movie
until it was time for bed.  The next day, I had completely forgotten about
Greg until I got his text at lunch time.  `U still wanna hang out 2day?'

`sure.  what time u free?'  I texted back.

`finish at 3, so 3:30?  That ok?'

`fine.  pick u up outside your school.'  That would give me enough time to
drop Kyle at home and get over there.  I texted Ben and Reece and told them
what I was doing and they both excitedly texted me back saying they were
available.  Greg was about to meet his first two gay boys and we'd see
where it went from there. I picked him up on time and as he got in the car
he looked more anxious than a drug dealer at a police convention.  "You
okay?" I asked.

"Yeah fine.  Are you really going to introduce me to some gay guys?  For
real?"

"For real.  I texted Ben and Reece.  I think you'll like them."

"God, I'm so nervous."

"Don't be.  They're just regular guys.  Just be yourself and forget they're
gay.  Just think of it as meeting two new friends with similar interests."
As we pulled up outside the Academy, Ben and Reece were already waiting,
and as soon as they saw us, they jumped into the back seat of the car and
introduced themselves.

"I'm Greg," he said as they fist bumped, getting the required ice breaking
out of the way.

"You guys hungry?"  I asked.

"Starving," Ben said quickly, so I suggested we grab some food and headed
for the Spaghetti Factory.  I was just going to take Greg into the Academy
and see what happened, but that would be like throwing a limbless man into
a pool and expecting him to swim.  I decided to start slowly.  I forgot to
tell Ban and Reece that part of the plan.

"So you think you might be gay, huh?"  Reece asked.  "How big is your
dick?"

"I dunno.  Average I guess."

"You cut or uncut?"

"I'm not sure what that means," he replied looking even more nervous than
before, which I hadn't thought possible.

"He means circumcised or uncircumcised, but you don't have to answer that.
Guys, take it easy on him.  He's just here to meet some new friends, not be
given a physical for an upcoming orgy."

"Sorry, dude.  You're really cute, so we just wanted to get to know you
better," Ben said apologizing.  "Would you want to have sex with us?"  I
almost groaned out loud.  At this rate, Greg would jump out of the car at
the next lights.

"Ummm...sure, probably.  I guess," he stammered.

"Are you a top or a bottom?"  Reece asked.

"I dunno," he replied.

"Have you ever fucked or been fucked?"

"GUYS!  Dial it back four notches.  Let the poor guy get used to you,
Jesus."  I take back what I said about him jumping out at the next lights.
I doubt he'd wait for me to slow down before leaping out of the car.

"Yeah, sorry."  Reece said.  "I remember when I wasn't sure and didn't know
anyone.  I was scared shitless of being gay and tried everything not to be.
I figured my life would be over, but now that I accept it, I've never been
happier and have amazing friends.  If someone doesn't like me for being
gay, that's their problem and I wouldn't want to be their friend anyway.
Anyone picks on me for being gay, I figure they're insecure about
themselves and they have way more problems than I do."

I saw Greg paying attention to him now.  "How old are you both?"  He asked.

"I'm 16.  Ben is 14."

"Almost 15," Ben added.

"I thought you were both the same age, since you're about the same size,"
he said sounding surprised.

"Nah.  I have a way bigger dick than he does," Reece teased.

"Dream on, fag!  Maybe when we first met, but I'm bigger now, and I'm
certainly thicker," Ben replied defending himself.

"Oh, you're so full of shit you're eyes are brown."

"Says the guy with brown eyes," Ben said pushing his friend.

"Yeah, well I know which brown eye you like, slut?"

"Oh please.  That gaping hole is so big I need spelunking gear to go in
there."  Greg was grinning at their interaction and it appeared the ice was
broken.

"Queer boy, you wouldn't know a nice tight ass if it sat on your face and
introduced itself."

"Fuck you.  As if you have a tight ass.  You've been ridden more times than
the coaster at the PNE."

"And my riders come back again and again because I'm so amazing.  Think
about that, one trick Sally?"

"You're such a bitch!"  Ben grinned.

"And that's why you love me."

"So are you still sure you want to meet gay guys?"  I asked looking over at
Greg who was sideways in his seat watching Reece and Ben with fervour
(today's word of the day).

"I'm good.  Do you guys always insult each other like that?  Doesn't bother
you to be called fag or queer?"

"Why would it?  We are fags.  If we own the words, then those who try to
use it to hurt us can't.  Think about it dude.  If someone called you a
fag, you'd be insulted or hurt by it right?  Like when a straight boy calls
you a cocksucker.  If you are, then it's hardly an insult.  I have my
cocksucking merit badge and show it off to whoever wants to see it.
Bitches can't insult me if I wear it with pride, yo!"

"I'm in Scouts and I don't remember a cocksucking badge," Greg smiled. "So
you don't care if someone calls you a fag?"

"Sure we care if they're trying to hurt us with it, but if we call each
other that, then it quickly stops straight boys from using it as an insult.
They have to find other ways, or move on to other things.  I'm a fag and I
don't care who knows it anymore.  Bring it on bitches!"  Reece said trying
to show Greg that it was acceptable to own it.

"I don't think I'd be okay with that," Greg admitted.

"You will be if you're really gay, otherwise you'll have just a shitload of
hatred in you, instead of letting it bounce off you and stick to them.  Try
it.  Call us a fag or something."

"I'm good.  I don't like to insult people."

"That's cool.  So you know when people say `that's so gay?'"  Reece said.

"Yeah.  Like all the time," Greg admitted.

"You probably think of it as a bad thing.  We see it as something fabulous.
`That's so gay!'  Yep it is, isn't that great?!"

"You guys really don't care if people know you're gay or not?"

"God no."

We pulled up at the restaurant and the guys got out.  I watched Greg
carefully as Reece and Ben held hands as we made our way inside.  He stood
back a little and let the guys lead the way.  We got a few looks, mainly
from older people who still hadn't completely embraced equality.  They just
told their black slaves to look away as we entered, but nothing was said
out loud.  I'm kidding about the black slaves.  Most of them were Asian
now.  We ordered what we wanted and Greg looked at the two guys.

"I don't think I could hold a guy's hand in public.  Doesn't anyone say
anything?"

"No, not really.  The odd person will say we're cute together, but not much
more.  At least not to our faces.  We adopted a rule around the Academy
that we only do in public what straight people would do.  So if they hold
hands or kiss, we can too.  We're not going to shove our hands down each
other's pants in public, but we're equal so we do what everyone else does."

"That's pretty cool."

We ate when our meal arrived and the boys inhaled it like they hadn't been
fed in weeks.  Ben and Reece talked about school and how their relationship
was going.  I also made sure they were okay with everything that they
needed.  They found out about Greg and what sorts of things he liked, and I
could see they were becoming a lot more comfortable with each other very
quickly.

"You wanna come back to our place and see the school?"  Reece asked as we
finished our meal.

"Sure.  Are there a lot more gay kids there?" Greg asked.

"It's all gay kids," Ben replied with a smile.  "Well, gay and bisexual.
Oh, just a warning though.  Does seeing naked boys offend you at all?"

"No.  I'm used to it in locker rooms and stuff."

"How about seeing boys doing it with each other?  Because around our place
you pretty much can't walk from one end of the dorm to the next without
seeing someone going at it."

"Really?  Is it always like that?"

"Pretty much.  Showers in the morning are the busiest.  Guys waking up with
boners and helping each other out is pretty common.  Even if you stumble in
for a shower without one, just seeing guys going at it, gives you one.  I'd
say it's pretty normal to see at least six guys every morning doing
something.  It may just be handjobs or blowjobs, but usually there's at
least one bottom boy giving it up.  Zane is always there early bent over
ready to take on the whole house if he could.  Hell that boy can hear a
zipper drop from across the school and appear before you get your cock out.
He rides anything he can find."

"God that sounds intense.  I dunno if I could live someplace like that,"
Greg said looking at him trying to figure out if he was bullshitting or
not.

"You get used to it.  The big rule is that no means no.  Some guys just
watch and jerk off.  If they get offered more and refuse it, everyone
respects that."

"So do guys have sex in groups or just one on one?"

"Both.  Sometimes it turns into group fun.  Mostly just two or three, and
if we want privacy we just go back to our rooms and close the door."

We pulled up at the school and the guys gave him the generic tour first.
The old building was impressive and the fact we had a pool and diving area
was what he was most fascinated by.  Once they told him they swam naked
during gym glass, he called bullshit.  "No way the school would allow
that," he challenged.

"They do.  Even our health class teacher allows us to be naked if we want
as he says we should just get used to our bodies.  The more we see them
without clothes, the less sexual it is."

I laughed.  "And how's that going in the dorm?"

"Actually he's right.  Most of us only get horny in the morning and usually
in the showers.  Other than that, just seeing guys walking around naked
isn't a big deal any more at all.  Only the new kids have trouble with it
for a week or so before they get used to it.  Even if someone starts
something, it's only to get off and isn't really sexual.  The intimate
stuff happens in the bedrooms."

"Wait, guys walk around naked all the time and no one gets boners?"  Greg
asked looking at him in disbelief.

"Surprisingly less boners than if we were wearing clothes thinking about
what the guy had under them.  Just seeing a penis or a nice body, isn't as
big a turn on any more.  Once in a while, a guy might sit and absently
stroke his dick, but they usually end up going to a room with someone or to
the showers if it turns to sex.  Guys get boners at times but we mostly
just ignore them now."

"God, I get boners a hundred times a day," Greg admitted. "There's no way I
could walk around naked like that."

"Yeah, you could.  I'll bet after a few days you wouldn't even think of
wearing clothes to wander down the hall or go to the showers."

"Yeah right.  I've almost got a boner now just thinking about it."

"Oooo, let's see it?"  Ben said excitedly.

"Down boy," I laughed.  "Are you sure you can handle a whole place full of
naked boys?"  I asked as we approached the entrance to the dorm.

"Sure.  Just don't ask me to walk around naked with them.  I'd be way to
embarrassed to do that."

"No one would ask that.  Just try not to stare to long if anyone excites
you," I cautioned.  I could almost feel the sexual tension building up in
Reece and Ben as the got closer to seeing if Greg was gay or not.  I felt
like the head vampire taking a living soul into the lair for the others to
feast on.  I didn't share that with Greg or I'm sure he wouldn't pass
through the doors.  Almost as soon as we entered the dorm hallway, it was
obvious to see we were telling the truth.  One boy was walking back to his
dorm from the bathrooms completely naked.

"Hey guys.  Pork chops for dinner tonight if you're interested."

"Thanks Jeremy.  This is Greg."

"You going to school here?"  Jeremy asked as he acknowledged the new guy.

"No, just visiting."

"Have fun.  I'm sure Ben and Reece will look after you."  He walked past
and headed into his room.

"Jeremy has one of those dicks that is huge when it's limp and massive when
it's hard.  He's like 9½ inches.  Probably the biggest in the house.  He
doesn't like to be touched though.  He'll jerk off and let guys watch, but
if you try to touch him, he'll probably punch you through a wall, so don't
get mesmerized by it if you see it hard.  Brian found out the hard way when
he took hold of it one day.  Jeremy almost beat the crap out of him."

"Good advice.  Don't grab a guy's junk," Greg confirmed with a sarcastic
smile.

"Not all guys, Greg.  Just Jeremy.  Pretty much everyone else here would be
open to it.  Hell, touch mine right now if you want," Ben teased.

We made it a few steps further down the hall before I saw super slut
running towards us.  Zane had a huge grin on his face as he ran up and
hugged me.  He was actually wearing more than just a kilt and his nipple
ring.  "Hi Justin!  You wanna fuck me while you're here?" He asked as he
looked up at me.

"Hi Zane.  Nice to see you too.  Good to see you haven't changed."

He grinned and gave me a bigger hug.  "I'll never change.  Plus I like your
dick.  It's huge."

"Thanks.  I'll pass for today.  I'm sure you've got lots to keep you busy."

"Yeah.  Who's the new guy?  I'm Zane," he said offering his fist out.  Greg
bumped it and introduced himself.

"You a top or a bottom?"  Zane asked.

"Not sure.  Just checking things out," he answered cautiously.

"Cool.  Well when you're done with these three, I'll be in the lounge if
you want to fuck or anything."

We headed for Ben & Reece's room and closed the door.  "That dude was
pretty intense.  Is he always like that?"  Greg asked.

"No.  He's pretty mellow today.  Normally he just wears a kilt and goes
shirtless.  He'll take any cock anytime anywhere from anyone.  He's even
done it in the hallway outside his locker for some horny guys," Reece told
him.

"No way.  In the school?  How didn't he get caught or expelled?"

"No one would rat him out, and teachers would just tell him to go someplace
more private if they saw it.  That's the fun of being in a gay
school. Hell, if I texted Zane right now, he'd be here before I could put
the phone down.  Then he'd let all of us fuck him and still go looking for
more."

"How old is he?"

"14.  Horniest guy I've ever met, or probably ever will meet.  He makes
porn stars look like Disney actors."

"You still interested in finding out if you're gay or not?"

"I think so, but not with him though.  I don't think I could handle someone
like that right now," he replied nervously.

"Nah.  That would be cruel and unusual punishment to sick Zane on you
before you get any experience.  He's good for quick relief.  Not really a
guy you want teaching you.  He's more the type when you have a bone and
need to bury it.  We like to take it slower," Reece said as he came up to
me and began to unbutton my shirt.  That was random and unexpected.  I
already know I'm gay, so if this was a lesson to find out, they were
wasting their time, but I liked Reece, so I wasn't about to stop him.  Once
my shirt was all the way open, he leaned down and began to suck on my
nipple as he removed my shirt all the way.  Ben sat on his bed and Greg sat
beside him.  Or more precisely, Ben grabbed his hand and pulled him down
beside him.  Reece stopped sucking on me and stood up so we could kiss.  I
totally got into it and pulled Reece's shirt over his head as our lips
parted for a second.  We made out and grabbed each other's asses.  I felt
Reece pop the button on my pants and slide his hand inside to grab my
crotch as we continued to kiss.  He lowered his head and went back to
kissing my nipple and then continued down my body tickling my belly button
with his tongue.  He dropped to his knees and slowly lowered my pants to my
ankles.  I stood there like I have many times before, but this time I felt
like a reality show.  I just hope the mean judge likes me.  He wrapped his
mouth around my bulge protruding along the side of my underwear, and I
could feel his warm breathe making my cock excited.  I looked over at Greg
and Ben who were watching closely. If they had a bucket of popcorn it would
be like they were watching a porn.  Ben had his hand on Greg's lap and if
he was truly gay, it wouldn't be long before those two were making out.
Reece's hands came around to my ass and he slowly lowered my underwear
exposing my backside first and then slowly brought my cock into view.  I
glanced back over at Greg who was staring intensely at us.  I almost
reminded him to blink.  I always get that reaction when someone sees a man
size cock like mine.  Reece didn't waste any time taking it into his mouth
and going down on me, as he pushed his hand between my legs to cup my ass
for a better hold.  Ben moved his hand to rub Greg's crotch gently.  The
boy was obviously as nervous as hell.  A four-way may not be the best way
to introduce him to gay sex, but we might as well give him what he came
for, and would be cumming for in a few minutes, if we did it right.

Slowly Ben began hitting on Greg as he pulled his shirt up and ran his
hands over his chest.  Greg wasn't moving at all.  He was probably
trembling like a leaf.  Reece continued to suck me off and I was trying to
pay attention to him, but I felt a little responsible to make sure Greg
didn't freak out.  Reece stood up and quickly got out of the rest of his
clothes and put our cocks together to stroke them.  I couldn't wait any
longer, so I moved him to the bed and got on top in a 69 position.  I went
down and took his sweet dick into my mouth and almost forgot about the guys
on the other bed.  By the time I refocused, they were both shirtless and
kissing each other.  I hadn't planned on having sex with anyone, but since
were doing it anyway, I figured I might as well enjoy myself.  I pulled
Reece's legs back and buried my face in his ass and licked that hot little
pink rosebud of his, jabbing it with the tip of my tongue as I pulled his
ass cheeks as wide apart as they would go.  Then I rolled off and swung
around until we were in a spooning position.  "Check them out," I whispered
into his ear as I nibbled on it.  "That's kinda hot."  He turned and smiled
and shoved his tongue back in my mouth.  I reached for the lube on their
night table and fingered some into his ass and coated my cock.  He knew
what was coming as I rubbed my boner up and down his hole and pressed the
tip against his willing entrance.  He almost instinctively lifted his top
leg over mine and pulled me against him so that I began to enter.  Reece
sighed loudly with pleasure and both Greg and Ben stopped what they were
doing to watch me penetrate him.  As soon as I was fully buried, he turned
his head to kiss me again and I grabbed his cock to jerk him off as I
fucked.  Greg was getting a front row seat to my `A' game and was obviously
enjoying it, especially when Ben opened his pants and felt inside.

"Nice," Ben said in appreciation.  I wanted to see it now.  He was being as
gentle as he could and pulled Greg's hand to his crotch so he could feel
the reciprocating boner.  I kept fucking Reece almost like he was the bowl
of popcorn while we casually watched the show progress in front of us.  We
were trying to be as quiet hunters waiting for prey, and not spook them.
Ben was taking the lead as he removed his pants giving Greg a better view
of his bulge and cute underwear.  After they groped and kissed for a while,
Ben dropped to his knees in front of the newbie and pulled his pants off.
He didn't waste any time yanking his underwear right off as well leaving
him completely naked.  I wanted to go over and slap Ben on the back of the
head and tell him to get out of the way.  He was totally blocking the shot.
There's no way he'd make a good porn star by not giving the viewers what
they want.  I pulled out of Reece and moved between his legs and put them
on my shoulders before I went back inside and leaned down to kiss him.  I
focused on us for a few minutes and the next time we looked over both Greg
and Ben were naked and side by side 69ing.  Greg's ass was facing us and it
was a nice size and pretty hairless.  If he'd been a couple years older, I
would have gone over and buried my face in it.  Reece and I switched
positions so he could fuck me and I watched the younger pair closely.  Ben
finally made the big move and rolled Greg onto his back and straddled him
as they kissed.  He was working Greg's cock and slowly rubbing it up and
down his ass.

"Wanna fuck me?"  He asked gently.  Greg nodded his head quickly and
silently as if he was in disbelief of what was happening.  Probably like an
out of body experience and didn't want to jeopardize anything that was
going on.

I almost felt myself holding my breath as Ben grabbed the lube and got
ready. As he leaned back and Greg's cock disappeared inside him, the look
of sheer lust and exhilaration was all over Greg's face.  That's all it
took for Ben to bounce up and down on him, no doubt giving him the
sensations of a lifetime.  Ben was totally into it and had learned a lot
since the last time I'd seen him.  He worked Greg's nipples and kissed him
and fisted his own cock until he shot his load all over his partner's
chest.  As we heard Ben exclaim that he was cumming Reece fucked me harder
and shot his own load as I jerked off furiously.  I climaxed and pulled his
face to mine before he pulled out.

"Have you cum yet?"  Ben asked Greg.

"Yeah, about five minutes ago, but I didn't know when I was supposed to
stop," he admitted.

Ben laughed. "You can say when you're gonna cum, so it lets your partner
know he can cum at the same time."

Reece and I separated and he got off me and wandered over to the other two.
"So stand up and let's see the whole package," he said as he pulled the two
guys up.  Greg was about 6 inches uncut with a slim body.  He didn't have
any definition on his abs or anything, but he had huge potential to be hot,
especially with a few freckles on his shoulders.  Ben was thicker than both
Reece or Greg but Reece was the longest of the three.  Once I stood up,
Reece took hold of my dick and showed it off.

"That's how big I hope my dick gets when I stop growing.  How big is it?"

"8½," I told them.

"We at least know you're a top," Ben said to Greg.  "You should go doggy
style and let Justin fuck you with that thing.  Then you'll know if you're
a bottom too."

"Sorry guys, I can't have sex with anyone under 16.  Trying to stay out of
jail and all that kinda stuff," I laughed.  But if you want to bottom, I
think Ben or Reece would be happy to go for round two."

"I'm good for now, thanks."

Reece took hold of Greg's cock and pulled the foreskin back to have a look
at the helmet. "You have a nice cock, buddy.  I wouldn't mind having you
fuck me next time."  It was still wet with cum.  Reece dropped to his knees
and quickly took Greg's cock into his mouth.

"Ummm...that's...ummm it's been...uhhhh," Greg stammered.

Reece just smiled as he pulled the cock out of his mouth.  "What?  It's
just been in Ben's ass?  Trust me dude, I know what his ass tastes like,
I'm in there every day.  Just cleaning you up a bit and tasting your cock
in the process.  Can't let Ben have all the fun."

"I think I've probably had enough for today," Greg said as he pulled back
and reached for his underwear.

"We didn't scare you off or something did we?"  Reece asked as he stood up?

"No not at all.  This was way better than I could have imagined.  I'm
pretty sure I'm gonna be jerking off even more than before as I think
about, if that's possible."

"So have you figured out if you're gay or not?"  Ben asked bluntly.

"No, but I liked what we did.  I liked it a lot.  So I might be.  God, it
would be so cool to tell my friends that I just got laid, but they wouldn't
understand.  I guess it's my own little secret."

"Doesn't have to be.  You know where we live and we'll give you our number.
Anytime you want to come over and have fun, we'll be here.  Hell, we'll
give you Zane's number and I'm sure he'd jump on a bus to your house, climb
into bed with you, ride your cock and head back before you even knew you
had fucked him."

I laughed.  He was exaggerating, but probably not wrong.  "Come on Greg,
let's get you home.  Plus I think I need to guide you through the sex
vampires in the lounge, just waiting to suck a load out of you."  The four
of us headed down the hall to take the back door out of the Academy, which
meant we had to go through the lounge.  There were naked and semi naked
guys everywhere.  A couple playing foosball and pool, while others were
curled together watching TV.  Greg's head almost spun off his body as he
tried to see them all.  I smiled to myself as I saw Zane in his familiar
place over the back of the couch, pants down and being fucked by one of the
older boys.  I don't think I've seen that boy go ten minutes without a cock
in him.  I almost wondered if I should try to get him interested in
something else.  Trouble is I'd probably end up inside him again myself.
That boy was very persuasive and once he was on your cock, you couldn't
help but fuck him.  Greg walked slowly through the lounge trying to take it
all in, until we headed out the back door and down the stairs.

"Were all those guys gay?"  Greg asked.

"Pretty much," Ben replied.  "Why you see one or two that you'd want?"

"Uh, no.  Just surprised how comfortable they all are being naked and no
one had a boner.  I have one from just seeing them for a second.  I can't
imagine hanging out there all the time."

We hit the second floor landing and Reece jumped in front of him.  "Wait!
You have a boner?"  He dropped to his knees and expertly popped Greg's jean
open and yanked his pants and underwear to his knees to show that there
really was a boner hidden in them. "Nurse, we have a code blue.  Two cc's
of saliva, stat!"  He chuckled as he swallowed Greg's cock down his throat.
Ben got on his knees and pressed his face into Greg's ass.  The look on
Greg's face was priceless.  He just stood there frozen, not sure of what to
do as he looked at me.

I shrugged.  "Tell a gay guy you have a boner, is like telling a lion
there's a pile of fresh meat not being eaten.  We might never get out of
here now," I said with a huge smile.  Reece reached for Greg's hand and put
it on his head to let him know it was okay to participate.  I was getting a
boner myself, but I was smart enough not to say anything or we would have a
full orgy in the stairwell in the next few seconds.

"What if someone comes down the stairs," Greg asked nervously.

Ben pulled back from rimming Greg.  "They can wait their turn," he said
before pulling the ass cheeks apart and going deeper.  It didn't take much
of that before Greg was announcing he was going to cum.  He shook rapidly
and there was no mistaking that he was sending another load.  Reece pulled
back and licked his lips.  Ben scrambled around the side of Greg and
slammed his tongue into Reece's mouth.

"Gross," Gregg said as he pulled up his pants.

"What, you never seen two guys kiss?"  Ben asked with a cheeky look on his
face.

"Not that.  I just, you know, came in his mouth.  Wouldn't that be gross?"

"Dude, you'll learn.  It's actually hot to share cum."

We continued down the stairs as if the intermission hadn't taken place.  We
all hugged goodbye and I drove Greg home.  "So how was that?  I promised
I'd let you meet gay guys.  Now you know some."

"That was fucking incredible!" he said bursting out in enthusiasm.  "They
totally liked it and didn't care who knew and weren't shy or hiding or
anything.  It felt so right being there.  I think I must be gay.  God, I
can't believe we had sex in the stairwell.  Dude, I can't even thank you
enough."

"My pleasure," I said putting a hand on his shoulder.  Just never let
anyone pressure you into doing something you're not ready for."

"Do you think they'd really be okay if I called them again?"

"I think they'd be hurt if you didn't.  Get to know them and you'll have so
many gay friends you won't know what to do with them all."  I pulled up at
his house and he threw his arms around me.

"Thank you.  Thank you for the best day of my life," he said ecstatically.

"The best day of your life...so far!"  I added.  He jumped out of the car
and almost bounced up his driveway jumping up and down a few times.  If he
didn't tone it down just a bit, he wouldn't have to tell anyone he was gay,
they would be able to see it from outer space.  I drove off smiling to
myself.  Another boy with his closet organized, just waiting for the doors
to be opened to show the world.  I'm more than just a psychologist, I'm a
sex therapist to the closeted masses. Able to leap tall building in a
single bound.  Faster than a speeding cum shot...etc.  etc. etc.  In other
words, I'm Justin the Fabulous!

The next day I almost had a heart attack when I heard Blake playing in the
twins' room after dinner.  He had volunteered to be the babysitter for a
few hours, so that Alex and Jason could have some alone time.  I took a
quick walk upstairs to see how they were doing, and as I got to the bedroom
door one of the twins was crying as Blake talked.  "Okay, once I pull it
out, you just put it in your mouth and suck on it.  Although it's just a
prick, it might hurt a little at first, `cause it's a big one and it's in
pretty deep."  I almost passed out.  I barged in the room startling the
three boys.

"What's going on in here?"  I said somewhat harshly.

"Travis has a splinter Dad, so I'm gonna help him take it out.  I know all
this stuff `cause I have my first aid badge."

I think I let out a giant audible sigh of relief.  "Do you need any help?"

"Nah, we're all good.  Even though it's just a quick prick with the
tweezers, it's a pretty big splinter, so I just warned him that it might
hurt.  Whenever I got one, my Mom used to say that sucking on my finger
always made it feel better until she put a band-aid on it."

"Carry on," I said as I left almost weak in the knees as to what I thought
was going on.  See what happens when you eavesdrop, I thought to myself.  I
wandered back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed and then laughed as
I thought of the conversation.  It sounded like something I would come up
with to use on Colin.  I can't wait for him to get a splinter so I can use
the exact same sentence.  I can hear it now.

"Are you sure, you're still talking about the splinter?"  He'd ask?  Then
I'd show him the big prick and let him suck on it.  And no we wouldn't be
talking about tweezers or fingers.  No wonder Blake is all screwed up if
this is how my mind works.  I decided my heart couldn't take another scare
like that so I left the kids alone to play.  I decided that if Blake is
going to behave, I would too.  I'd concentrate on school and put more
effort into becoming a psychologist so I could get stuff like this right in
the future.  In hindsight my suggestion of having sex with Blake was so
wrong I perhaps needed to be locked up in an insane asylum.  I'll go look
one up in case I need to sign myself in.  I hope I don't run into Rob Ford
while I'm there.



End of Chapter.

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