Date: Sat, 18 Feb 2012 08:11:56 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 47

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 47 -- Annual Meeting

I was picked up in the teeth of the dragon as I tried to make a run from
the club.  Jason was in front of me and I grabbed at his shirt, ripping it
from him as I was thrown hundreds of feet into the air.  I landed on a rock
ledge filled with guys in jeans, plaid shirts and cowboy hats, drinking
beer and watching NFL football.  I knew I was in trouble.  They immediately
pounced on me, removed my cool club clothes and then surgically removed my
genitals so that I looked like a Ken doll.  I was then dressed to match
them, sat in front of a giant TV screen, and held in place to watch a sport
that had incessant babbling about each play. A giant computer kept
announcing the scores on all sports that were going on around the world.
The guys kept thanking Adam and asking for more details.  I wanted to tell
them all to shut up, but every time I opened my mouth, a beer bottle was
shoved in it like a soother.  A booming voice told me that I had failed to
gather Lady Gaga's most sacred music and had been banished to hell.  I was
to serve my time surrounded by breeders who were not interested in sex or
music, just sports.  I awoke in a cold sweat and immediately went down on
Colin to make sure I was back to reality and not stuck in a horrible
nightmare.  I think the stress of opening a club and running the `Q' was
getting to me.  Either that or I needed a really bizarre opening for a
story.  I liked the dragon though, we shall name him Bart!

I was so fucking busy between running the `Q' and getting ready for the
general meeting in London, coming up with new ideas, helping with the club
and doing pledge stuff that I almost didn't have time for sex.  I said
almost.  I got home exhausted and Kyle was in the activity room watching a
movie.  He raised his hand over the back of the couch to wave to me.

"A wave?  I bust my ass all day and come home tired and worn out and all I
get is a wave." He jumped onto his knees and turned to stare at me over the
edge of the couch with a big grin on his face.

"Get your clothes off and bend over the couch. I need to relieve some
stress in your ass!" I said as I removed my shirt smiling at him.

"YAY!" He yelled as he threw clothes everywhere and ran to the back of the
couch and bent over.  I went behind him and dropped to my knees to rim that
cute little ass before I fucked him.  I shot my load and we headed for a
quick shower.

"If that's how you relieve stress, I hope you come home stressed every
day," said Kyle as he kissed me under the warm water.  "Can I help you with
the club or something?"

"Sure. That might be good for you." I said as we finished up.

"By the way, who's Adam?" he asked as we got dressed.

"Huh?"  I said looking at him.

"Adam.  You call him a few times a day but you just seem to ask him
questions.  Is he like a help line or something?"  Fuck, who needs Adam
snooping into things when we have a Kyle.  Wonder what Kyle stands for?
Keen Youth Listening Everywhere.

"Yeah, something like that," I said vaguely.  It seemed to satisfy him so
we headed out to grab some dinner that he insisted on paying for since he
was `rich' according to him.

Jason had decided to open the club for the last long weekend of the summer,
which meant that work had increased to a furious pace to get it all done
within a month.  Normally things like this would take six months, but Colin
had used extra resources to push it faster.  He had set Jason up with his
own limited partnership and allowed him to use the corporate lawyers and
accountants to keep track of things until he got on his feet.  Something
told me that Colin was using some of his own money to pay for things that
Jason couldn't afford or hadn't budgeted for.

The hiring was going well and Jason had taken Colin's advice and now had a
Human Resources manager to do most of the basic work.  He was a guy who had
lots of experience with night club staffing, so was a valuable resource.

One surprise came when Jake showed up at the house to talk to Jason and me.
"As you guys know, I have to step down as President at the end of this
year, because I will have done the maximum of three years."  Ha! I knew
that one!  "I would like to apply for a position in the club you guys are
opening."

We talked to him for a while and realized he would be a perfect guy to be
our Entertainment Director as he had contacts everywhere and knew how to
get things done.  We discussed the position with him which, in addition to
booking acts and preparing the theme nights, would be in charge of all
staff that were not working bars, security or maintenance.  That included
go-go boys, waiters, VIP and XVIP teams, and of course all entertainers.
He would make sure that the look of the club was always perfect and that
any promotional material ran through him.  It was a monster task and he
would need a team to work with him as he couldn't do it alone.

A bar manager was hired who had worked in several large clubs, and he was
also going to need a large staff to handle the more than 40 service points
in the 7 separate bars when the club was in full operation.  I was
beginning to get worried that we had bitten off a bit more than we knew how
to handle, so we needed to make sure that we had good people at the helm
who did know what they were doing.  Jason fought Colin on hiring an
Executive Manager to run the club as he said he wanted to do it, but Colin
convinced him that he would be better off just owning it and directing what
he wanted to happen instead of being involved at that level. Thankfully he
gave in and the Executive Manager was hired.  He was older than all of us
but still young enough to know what the scene was all about.  He was in his
mid-thirties and gay.  I thought he was a really good looking guy for
someone so old.  The only hiring part I wanted to be involved in was the
go-go boys and the XVIP team for the exclusive floor.

Things were coming along fast and each Manager had a list of things that he
wanted to make life easier and efficient.  The builders were doing things
so fast that every day I went back the club looked different.  This would
be the hottest club seen anywhere.

Colin and I had to take a trip to London for the Annual meeting of the `Q'
and would be gone for 5 days.  Of course, we had to let Kyle know as he
would be home alone.

"Can I go with you guys?"  He asked.

"I'm not sure; do you have your passport?"  He ran back to his room and
bounced back into my room with it, smiling.

"So what should I pack?  Are we going someplace warm or cold?"  He said as
if he'd already been told he could go.

"Hmmm, you'd need swim shorts and lube!" I laughed.

He giggled and ran out of the room only to return with shorts in one hand
and a bottle of lube in the other.  "Okay, I'm packed, can I go?"

Colin looked and me and shrugged.  "It's a business trip, so you might be
on your own for a lot of the time."

"That's okay, I've never been anywhere except Paris, so it'll be fun.
Where are we going?"

"London." I told him.

"Why do I need a passport to go to Ontario?"  He asked looking at us.

"Not that London, the other one, in England."

"Cool!  I'll meet the Queen and we can drive on the wrong side of the
street."

"Sure Kyle." I said laughing at him.  He hugged us and asked when we were
leaving and how long we were gone for.

"In two hours, so go pack." I replied.

He ran off to get his shit ready and was a whirlwind of activity as he ran
around the house.  "Do they speak English there?" He yelled from his room
"Or should I download a translation app for us?"

"Well, it's called England, so you figure it out."  I yelled back.

"Okay." He said and things went quiet.  A few minutes later, he yelled back
and informed us that they did but he was downloading an App anyway in case
we needed them.  I had to laugh at his enthusiasm.  By the time he finished
packing he had two large suitcases and his daypack.

"You know we're only gone for 5 days right?"  I asked.

"Yep.  So do you think this is enough, or am I gonna have to buy stuff when
we get there?  Do you think they'll have stuff that I would like?"

"I'm sure that they'll have stuff. We're going to England not Survivor."

We got to the airport and he ran onto the plane and took his seat and
strapped in.  Kyle was acting more like Cory than a 16 year old, he was so
excited.  By the time we got into the air and levelled out he went and
explored the plane.  He returned quickly and told us all about the cockpit
and what the pilots had told him.  Unlike a commercial flight where the
cockpit was now behind bulletproof doors and out of bounds to everyone,
this plane was accessible.  Apparently he had asked if they would let him
fly it, but they said that it was on autopilot, although he was allowed to
sit in the co-pilots seat, which he told us was the coolest thing he had
ever done and now wanted to be a pilot.

"So, now that I'm a `Q' can I join another club too?"  He asked sitting on
my lap.

"What club is that?" I asked staring into his cute blue eyes.

"The Mile High Club!"  He said throwing his arms around my neck and putting
his head on my shoulder and looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

Now who were we to refuse; so we inducted Kyle into the Club and gave him
the traditional club welcome.  He was screwed and blown until he was empty
of all his pent up boy juices.  We slept for the remainder of the trip, at
least Colin and I did, but Kyle went back up to learn more about flying.  I
wonder if the pilots learned what Kyle now knew about the mile high club.

We landed in Heathrow and rushed to the hotel after clearing customs.  The
last thing that any of us wanted to do was sleep, so we jumped on the
Underground and went to see some tourist sites.  We took pictures at
Buckingham Palace where Kyle was sure he saw the Queen in the window.  Then
it was off to the Tower of London where the guys tried to have me beheaded,
but apparently the axes weren't available.  We did learn that if you
pleasured the Queen, you could stay there for the rest of your life...or
something like that.  I think the English saying was that you could be
detained at her Majesty's pleasure, but who could tell with the strange
accents.  The Crown jewels were pretty amazing and I think Colin thought it
was a gift shop, but couldn't figure out where to purchase one of the
crowns for me.

Then it was off to see Big Ben.  Kyle said the guy at the gate didn't look
that big until we pointed out that it referred to the clock, rather than
the guy at one of the gates to Parliament.  He wondered why they named
things after guys'; Big Ben and Loo kept coming into his head.  He heard a
couple of guys say they were going out for a fag, so he followed them, only
to come back disappointed when he found out they just went for a smoke.

"I thought you said they spoke English here, ya git!" He complained.

We quickly took the Eye of London ride to see everything and take some
great pictures.  The day had taken its toll and we headed back to the hotel
to grab some sleep before Colin and I had to be at our meeting tomorrow.
Kyle assured us that he would be fine and was planning on checking out the
whole city.

After breakfast Colin and I headed to the meeting room to ensure that
everything was in order. We met several of the high council who welcomed me
and began talking about their experiences as others arrived.

Once the meeting began, Colin and I sat at the head table on stage with a
couple of guys on either side of us that were part of the administrative
staff.

Colin began the proceedings by announcing me and telling everyone how the
club was doing and how many charities we had helped in the past year.
There were cheers and yells as each major clubs contributions were
announced.  Of course the smaller clubs got accolades mentioning
percentages compared to membership, which was nice to see.

Then came the tough parts where everyone expressed their thoughts and
concerns about changes we should implement and things that they had trouble
with this year, as well as the good things or exciting new things they had
done.  It took the rest of the day to go through all that, and we had
stopped for lunch and then had a group dinner later that evening.  The plan
for the next day was to see what changes we could make and formulate some
new directions and help solve the problems that the clubs were facing, if
any.

By the time I got back to the room with Colin, I was almost regretting the
decision to be the C.O.O. as it seemed really complicated.  No fucking way
I could do this alone and I sure as hell wondered how Colin had kept it
afloat with Carter for so long.  We opened the door to the room to find
Kyle in bed with two guys that he was showing some true Canadian
hospitality to.

"Hello Lads!" he said in his newly acquired British accent. "These are me
new mates Jamie and Nicholas.  We've been shagging and snogging for
hours. I'm knackered!"

I had no idea what he'd just said, but he seemed happy enough.  The naked
boys with him seemed a little unsure about having more company. "Nice,
mate" said one of them. "We'll make you a Brit yet."

"As long as it doesn't take a fortnight, `cause I'm only here for a few
days." He giggled.  "But you guys aren't going to believe this." He said as
he raised each of his new friends, err...mates, feet and showed us their
`Q' tattoos.  "This whole hotel is full of `Q' members.  I was in the pool
downstairs and they were everywhere."  How is it that Kyle notices all this
stuff?  The only time I notice is after I get their legs over their heads.
Kyle uses it as a tool to get into their pants.

"But I'll tell you all about my day once we finish buggering each other."
He said.  Somehow that didn't sound right.  "Why don't' you guys join in,
I'm sure the lads would like a couple extra blokes to snog. Right now they
just look gobsmacked at having you stand there." He looked at the two guys
"gobsmacked, right?"

"Sure" they laughed.

"In case you're wondering, I had to us my translator to know if I liked
snogging and shagging before I agreed to hook up with them.  I almost
turned them down because they asked me if I was taking the piss out of them
as I checked what they were saying and I'm not really into that."

"I told you mate, taking the piss isn't a watersport, it means `are you
kidding me'?" said the cute guy on his back with Kyle's dick in his ass.

We joined in and learned a lot of new words as well.  No wonder Kyle was
talking a whole new language.  Apparently pants aren't pants, they're
underwear and when you bum someone, it was the same as fucking them.  But
you didn't rim their ass, you rimmed their arse.  Shite was used in place
of shit.  As in, `Shite, that's a big willy, mate.'  A willy was my dick.
I'd have to download my own translator after we'd finished fucking the hot
English dudes, blokes, lads, mates...whatever.  My Mom always told me not
to talk with my mouth full, so feeding them cock seemed the best way to
shut everyone up for a while as I was getting a headache.  We finished
playing with them and they asked Kyle if he wanted their mobile numbers.
He figured he did and when they got out their cell phones, he was certain
of it.

"See, I told you I could take care of myself," said Kyle after the guys
left. "But right now I need a shower and then I'm going to watch some
telly." He giggled. I'm guessing he meant TV.  I hadn't realized just how
big a sponge Kyle really was.  He was still using his English accent when
he came back out and flopped onto the bed naked to watch TV.  He told us
about some of his other adventures during the day, including riding on a
double decker bus, and showed us all the pictures he had taken which were
impressive.

The next day, we went back to our meeting and it was my turn to present
some new ideas that I had discussed with Colin.

"Gentlemen, after listening to everyone yesterday and over the past several
weeks, it is clear that we need to make a few changes to ensure that we
grow as an organization and keep focused on what is truly important; having
a safe place for gay and bisexual guys to feel comfortable and meet similar
people, while at the same time protecting those who need us.  It might be
oversimplified, but I think that's truly our mission.

I have spoken with Colin and we agree that the membership should still have
an air of mystery about it, but it's perhaps time for the `Q' society as a
whole to come out of the closet.  Last year we gave over 900 million
dollars to charities around the world and no one knew where that money came
from.  It's time to tell them and make it easier for gay guys who need us
to find us."  The large screen behind me flashed up with `Come out of the
Closet.'

The second thing I would like to see changed is the pledging requirements.
We only do it once a year in most markets and then it's a long drawn out
process.  If each club creates a pledge committee, they could run pledging
throughout the year and simplify some of the tasks while keeping the spirit
of the tests intact.  For example we only allow one pledge per member per
year and a maximum of 20 are selected.  Of that 20, we're lucky if half
make it.  What happens if we make it unlimited?  Keep the requirement that
if your pledge fails you make it you will be punished, so that guys think
about it before recommending absolutely everyone, but do run pledging maybe
every three months and make it last only a couple of weeks at the most."  I
looked at the screen and `Year Round Pledging' appeared on the screen."

"Our club in Kansas City, USA has the highest membership per capita than
any other and they are growing rapidly.  I talked to Ryder, the President
of their club to see how they did it."  I pointed to Ryder in the crowd,
"and they implemented a rule that each member must participate in at least
one activity per year; ensuring much stronger loyalty and within their
club.  The older members feed on the excitement of the newer ones and the
older ones share stories of events of the past. As a result of this, we
propose that we change the rules internationally to make it mandatory for
all members to attend at least one activity per year and all first years to
attend at least six events."

"Each club has always been allowed to raise funds for the charities in
their countries that they believe are important.  I would like to suggest
that as an organization we focus on a specific, current worldwide issue
each year and assign 10% of the money raised to this cause.  That would be
almost 100 million dollars worldwide.  Imagine what we could do to help.
After discussing it all with you over the past little while and from news
reports, it appears that the biggest issue facing youth whether they have
gay rights or not, is bullying.  Regardless of whether it's a country like
the Netherlands or Canada with equal rights; or countries like United Arab
Emirates and Iran where you can be put to death.  Even in America where
half the states do not have laws protecting homosexuals from hate crimes,
bullying is a real problem. There are organizations like the `Trevor
Project' or the `It Gets Better Project' that are doing a fine job in this
area, but perhaps there are others we could investigate or even come up
with our own plan."

I ended with a presentation of the new interactive manual and told them
that it was only in English at the moment, but that it would be available
in most major languages shortly.  The guys applauded and I sat down.  We
took a break for lunch which was served in the large meeting room.  As we
finished eating and mingling around, we sat back down and prepared for the
afternoon session.  As I got ready, a waiter filled up my water from behind
me.  I said thanks and a familiar voice said "You're welcome."

I turned and saw a grinning Kyle in a waiter's uniform.  It was easily two
sizes too big for him.  "Kyle!  What the fuck are you doing in here?" I
asked shocked to see him.

"Shhh. I'm a waiter." He giggled.  I escorted him out of the room without
embarrassing him.  Once I got out into the hall and away from any traffic
area, I talked to him.

"Seriously, what are you doing?"  I said a little pissed, but trying not to
show it.  Colin saw him and I'm sure I'd be hearing about it.

"I wanted to know what you guys were doing. I know this isn't just a
business meeting.  This whole hotel is full of `Q' guys.  This is a club
meeting or something isn't it?  Why can't I join in?  I'm `Q'."  He said
sounding a little hurt.

"It's not like that." I told him.  Look, go have some fun in the city and
I'll see if I can explain it to you tonight."  I needed time to think and
come up with what I could say to Colin.

"Okay, but you're gonna have to find someone else to fill up your water
this afternoon." He said grinning at me as if he had no idea what type of
shit this could create.  To him, he was just being inquisitive Kyle.

"I'll manage." I said slapping him on his cute ass to send him on his way.
He's like the little brother I never had and I really loved him, but
sometimes he was just about as annoying as a real brother.  This was one of
those times.  I went back in to the meeting and Colin immediately whispered
to me.

"So what does he know?"

"He just thinks it's a meeting of `Q' members and wants to be part of it."
I explained.  "But you know what he's like; he'll figure it out eventually.
He's already overheard me talking to `Adam' on the phone, but for now he
thinks it's a help line."

"Well, you know with all these changes we're making, maybe you could use
some extra help and he has certainly proven he can keep a secret.  Plus
he's observant enough to find things out.  Maybe we should show him who we
are and then we wouldn't have to sneak around the house anymore."

I loved the idea.  Having Kyle involved could be a big advantage,
especially since he was so eager to do things.  I didn't want Colin to
think I'd just take the easy way out though.  "I suppose, but let me think
about it first.  We need to know our plans and what changes this meeting
will bring before we add someone at our level."

"Okay, it's your call, but just so you know I'm all for it.  Kyle is a
decent guy and I love him as much as you do."

Our meeting continued until we finally decided to break for dinner in
another banquet room before returning to complete our mission.  My
objectives were accepted, although the clubs decided to keep the money
raise for charities in their own areas.  We would decide at a later date
about an organization to partner with in each zone that would work on
bullying or equal rights.  The guys decided to work into the night, so that
we could have fun tomorrow in London instead of a third day of meetings.
We would still meet but more as a social gathering and there were a few
activities planned, like a large boat cruise and a few tours of London.

We got back up to the room and Kyle had a few more guys with him.  One was
the guy from yesterday, but the other three were new.  That boy needs a
leash, or maybe that's not a good idea, it would start him into bondage, if
I knew Kyle.  "Blokes, these are me roomies, Colin and Justin.  Lads, these
are me new friends Nathan, Jon, Allan, and you already know Jamie.  We're
just having a shag before we head down to the chippie for tea.  Are you
coming or do you need to hit the bog first?" He was grinning like the
`cheeky' bastard he was.

"Colin, call security.  Someone stole Kyle and replaced him with a British
guy."  I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, just go spend a penny and Bob's your uncle."  He said waving
his hand at me as if to dismiss me.  If he really did take a two week
vacation here, I would need to have him re-educated once we got him home.
He was even saying fuck to sound like fook.

Colin and I went and had a quick shower before we changed into something
for the night.  The other guys had pretty much finished up and took turns
in the `loo' to get ready.  As we headed out one guy turned at the last
minute and said he'd left his mobile in the toilet.

"Well, if I were you I'd forget about it and go buy another one.  It'll be
ruined anyway."  I told him.  The guy looked at me as if I were a fucking
`nutter' and retrieved it.  Kyle said that they call the whole bathroom the
toilet, so he'd probably just left it on the counter.  I started looking
for the translation app.  Kyle didn't seem so stupid now for putting it on
his phone.  I seriously thought they spoke normal English.

We bought the guys fish and chips at the Chippie and received a variety of
Ta's and Cheers, which I assumed meant thanks.  I was half lost when I was
told to pay with squid, but it turns out it was `quid', which was slang for
pound, like `buck' is slang for dollar.  As we talked about food, Kyle
giggled when he told me that if we heard someone had spotted dick, it
wasn't contagious, it was some sort of meal.  I was `dead chuffed' to know
that.  See I'm learning this English stuff and it was fun having Kyle
around, as each time he learned something new, he put it into his App
dictionary.  Jon invited us around to his flat to see how Brits lived
compared to Canadians.  He lived on the top floor so we piled into the lift
to get there.  I really have no idea how come our English and theirs was so
different, especially since both Canada and America were all originally
rooted in Britain.  Oh, and if you're ever in England and don't wish to
have your teeth rammed down your throat, don't ask for two of something by
holding up two fingers as if you're giving a peace sign.  Apparently it's
the same as using the middle finger in North America.  I almost didn't get
my two extra orders of chips at the restaurant.  Fortunately one of the
guys explained that we were Canadians.

Jon's apartment flat was small but comfortable enough for him.  The one
thing I found interesting was that his washer and dryer were all one unit
and was in his kitchen.  I thought it was the dishwasher.  We enjoyed
getting to know the guys and of course finished the night by having sex
with them.  As is usual in England, all of them were uncut, but had really
nice dicks and we totally had fun for a few hours.

We got back to the hotel and once again Kyle had told us about the
remainder of the day.  He said he saw a sign for the Piccadilly Circus but
once he got there he couldn't find the circus so was a bit disappointed.
He had managed to find a gay club and when I asked how he knew it was a gay
one, he said because it was called G-A-Y. Must be to help confused
tourists.  He showed us pictures of everything and had even gone to Abbey
Road to cross the crosswalk made famous by the Beatles.  Apparently he had
met Allan at the Piccadilly Circus when he was looking for the actual
circus and they spent the rest of the day together, with Allen being the
guide.

I still remember the shy quiet Kyle who had come up to talk to Alex and I
in school and compared him to this outgoing confident Kyle.  I liked this
Kyle better.  He slept with us again.  I don't think he'd used his bed for
anything except his luggage.

The next day, we finalized our meetings in the morning. The tour of the
city and boat cruise were open to all members of the `Q' who wanted to
attend, so we took Kyle along.  He was thrilled and anxious to meet more
`Q' members.  The tour took a couple hours before we were dropped at the
boat dock.  Kyle talked to everyone trying to find out more about them;
where they were from and what they did.  He struggled with the guys with
broken English, but never shied away from trying to understand them.  I was
truly amazed by him.

"So, I think all of these guys are like super `Q's or something." He said
as he came up to me holding a glass of wine, which I took off him and
replaced with a soda.

"What's a super `Q'?" I asked curiously.

"I dunno.  It seems like there's only one, or at the most, two from each
country, so maybe they're like a delegate or ambassador or something." He
was just talking out loud letting me know what he was thinking, sounding
like he was trying to interrogate me.  Smart little bugger.

"I don't think so. It's just a meeting, but then I haven't really met
everyone yet." I lied. One thing at a time.  "Tell you what, drop it for
now and keep your mouth shut and I'll let you have a couple drinks
tonight."

He agreed smiling and we stood up to go get him a drink.  At least I'd have
some time to put a plan into place first, and a couple drinks would hurt.
Better he try it around us than around his friends where things could get
out of control.  I handed him a beer and he took a drink and quickly spit
it overboard.  He handed me the beer back.

"I think this one's gone bad.  It's disgusting."  He said sticking his
tongue out to get the taste out of his mouth.  I took a sip and it tasted
fine to me.

"So go ask the bartender to make you a cocktail."  I suggested.

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Ask him for a Toblerone Martini or something." I said.  He
returned a few moments later with his beige drink.

"These are really good.  Way better than beer.  How can you drink that
stuff?" he said noticing I was drinking the one he gave me back.

"You get used to it."

"Nuh uh, but I could get used to these." He said holding up the
martini. "Cheers Mate."  He clinked his glass to my bottle.  He ran off
happily to meet some more people.  I socialized with as many as I could and
I saw Colin doing the same thing. Most of the Presidents said that it was a
really good meeting and that they enjoyed it this year and were looking
forward to the changes.  I felt pretty good, so of course I drank a bit
more.  The night progressed and everyone was having a good time.  I saw
Kyle a little while ago leading a guy off by the hand.  Something told me
he was having a good time too.  It wasn't long after that that I saw him
coming towards me.

"Dude can you fuck me. I just need to get fucked." He slurred as came up
and leaned against me. "I really need fucking `k?  I luv you ya know!  I
think...I'd like to marry you... and have babies `n stuff, mmm,k!"  He was
absolutely shit faced.  Maybe I should have made him stick with the beer
instead of something that tasted awesome and had a big kick to it.  He bent
over the railing and pulled the back of his pants down, exposing his ass.
"Just put it in there `k!"  I pulled his pants back up and turned him
around.

"Later buddy.  Colin, we have a code red with Kyle." I said as I waved him
over.  Kyle looked at me grinning, trying to stay upright as the boat
swayed.

"Did you just order a code red?" He giggled. "Tell me the truth."

I played along. "You can't handle the truth."

"Yes I can! Did you order a code red?" He said a bit louder giving me a
drunken smile.

"You're damn right I did."  I laughed at him.  He giggled, hiccupped, and
fell over a small obstacle on the deck going over onto his back still
giggling.

"Oh shit." I said as Colin and I helped him back up.

"I'll get some water" said Colin as I took hold of Kyle.

"And get me another martini, k!"  Said Kyle grinning.  "Those are my
favorites for sure."

"I think you've had enough for tonight." I told him.  I was actually
feeling quite a buzz myself so maybe we'd both had enough.

He whispered at me in loud whisper that was trying to sound quiet. "These
guys are all really cute right? We should take some home with us, k! I
already did three, but we should do more."

Colin returned with a couple bottles of water and I gave one to Kyle. "No
thanks. I'm saving room for a martini drink."  He said as he sat down.

"Let's have one of these first, to help wash the other ones down, okay."  I
said.  He shrugged and downed the bottle of water.  I gave him the second
one and told him to sip it.

"Let's go downstairs, `cause there's lots of naked guys down there and
maybe we can have some sex `n stuff."  He slurred as he tried to stand up.
I helped him and thought it might not be a bad idea.  Maybe sweating the
alcohol out in a wild sex frenzy would be a good thing.  Colin agreed that
it was better to keep him busy than letting him sit around bored, so we
helped him downstairs where at least a couple dozen guys were involved in a
group orgy.  We stripped and then helped Kyle out of his clothes.  He went
to work on the closest cock and insisted that I fuck him.  I slowly slid my
hard cock into my little buddy and fucked him gently enjoying every inch of
his warm hole.  Even though I'd fucked him a lot, every time still felt
like the first.  I leaned forward and kissed his smooth soft skin as I
thrust back and forth inside him.  Colin had knelt down beside me and we
began kissing.  After a few minutes, I pulled out of Kyle's ass and moved
to the side to allow Colin to take my place.  Kyle sighed as he sucked
another cock that was presented to him.  I blew a guy standing in front of
me, and before long I was in the middle of a group; all wanting to suck or
fuck.  Once Colin pulled out of our young friend, Kyle was helped up and
placed on his back on a large ottoman looking table.  His legs were lifted
over his head and guys were all over him as they fucked his ass and face.
There was a line up to get with him.  I guess he really had gotten to know
most of the guys.  Every naked guy was getting action of some sort and we
made sure that we pulled Kyle out a few times to ensure he was getting lots
of water to avoid a hangover and try to sober him up a bit.  It seemed that
as long as he was having sex, he wasn't worried about drinking.  So we kept
having sex.  Every part of me was sore, from lips to ass and even my cock,
but damn I was as happy as everyone else.  I had cum at least three times
and still wasn't done until one really talented guy sucked my cock right
down his throat and swallowed my final load.

I went over to Kyle who was so well used he looked like he had been dunked
in a vat of mayonnaise.  He was like the United Nations of cum and was
grinning happily.  Probably because he was still hammered.  I got him
cleaned up in the bathroom the best I could before we got dressed.  Then we
went back up onto the deck to get some fresh air and more water.  The boat
returned to shore and everyone was shuttled back to the hotel.  Kyle was
still looking for more guys to play with, but I figured he'd had
enough. Even the hotel staff were on his `must do' list.  Colin and I
helped him take a cool shower before we all fell asleep in bed.

Morning arrived and we all woke up a little slowly, although surprisingly
Kyle seemed in better shape than me.  I had a headache whereas Kyle just
seemed tired.  He was the first one awake and woke me with a blow job, then
by sitting on my cock.  His bouncing woke Colin up who jerked off as he
watched Kyle riding me and stroking his cock.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He said "I'm gonna cum."  Colin quickly sat up and wrapped
his lips around Kyle's hard dick and was rewarded with fresh morning
protein to help his hangover.  He sucked every drop out of Kyle, as I
filled his ass with my load.  Then Kyle got off me and sucked Colin until
he was done.  We went back to sleep for another hour before getting up and
preparing to leave.

"I had such an awesome time.  Hopefully we can come back to England again"
said Kyle as he packed his stuff before we headed down to breakfast.  It
took us a long time to say goodbye to the guys and Kyle was gathering
numbers as if it were a contest.  But sadly the time came for us to head to
the airport and return home.

Once we got back, Kyle went over to Aaron's to fill him in on the trip and
I had no doubt they would be planning how to get back there soon.  Colin
and I discussed Kyle and I told him that I thought perhaps it would be best
to tell him everything so that he wouldn't snoop where he didn't belong.
I'd do it in the next few days.  For now we took a day to relax and unwind
from the adventure.  I kinda wished I'd taken video of Kyle when he was
drunk; it was hilarious watching him but I didn't want it to become a
habit.  We may have to lock up the liquor cabinet, or perhaps it would just
be easier to lock Kyle up.


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