Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 21:18:52 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 74

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 74 -- Preparing for Change

All of us headed over to the warehouse to watch and participate in the
pledge day.  Kyle and Aaron took Jason and Alex in the truck while Colin
and I headed over in his car.  We got there ahead of the pledges and met
the committee headed up by Kelly.

He outlined the events of the day and said it was supposed to weed out the
guys who didn't want to be there, or who weren't willing to be part of a
brotherhood and do what was required.  Of course it also was very sexual as
expected.  The pledges would have four weeks of tasks and wouldn't be
eliminated like before.  Instead they would be driven until they quit or
passed.

Each of the 10 pledges had been picked up at their home and blindfolded to
be brought to the warehouse.  They were placed beside each other in front
of the stage.  The lighting in the room had been lower to almost an
orange/yellow glow, making it look a little gothic.  Kelly stepped forward
into the center of the room in his hooded robe.

"Pledges, this is the first of 4 initiation tests.  If you survive them,
the pledge committee will vote to accept or reject you from the brotherhood
of the Q.  The tests will vary to see if you are worthy of joining us.  You
may leave at any time but if you do, you will not be considered again.  Not
all tasks are as they seem so be prepared for anything.  If you fail a
task, you will receive a punishment in front of everyone else.  It will be
more intense and harder than the original task, so give it everything you
have."

As he spoke, 10 members with masks on, went and stood in front of the
pledges and removed their shirts, being careful not to knock off the
blindfolds.  Some of the members wore black t-shirts and tight shorts,
others we shirtless and just in their underwear.  My favorite look was the
shirtless guys in the tight straight cut boxer briefs, especially if they
had a nice package to look at.

"Your first task will be one of endurance, strength, trust and
humiliation...It may also include pain."

Ominous music started and the pledges shoes, socks and pants were removed
leaving all of them in their underwear.

"The Q only accepts the best of the best and will forever be linked as
brothers around the world."  He went on to explain the Q as the guys stood
there.  The music changed to a rolling thunder sound and a large bang
cracked to simulate lightning.  Everyone jumped including the pledge
committee.  As we sat off to the side with our masks on watching, the 10
members came onto the stage with watering cans.  On signal from Kelly, they
poured cold water over the pledges, thoroughly soaking them.  Some jumped
and moved aside but most stayed where they were.

"Stand back where you were and don't move unless you are told to," Kelly
boomed as the guys reacted to the water.  I metal bar was lowered to just
above their heads with straps on it like you might find on a subway car.

"Raise your hands above your head and put them through the straps you will
find.  Take a good hold, because in a few minutes you will be lifted
several feet into the air and you will have to hold on as long as you can
no matter what is happening.  As added incentive, we are covering the floor
with broken glass.  If let go you will land on it and will probably end up
with multiple cuts, depending on how hard you fall.  Then we take you over
and submerse you in a salt water bath which will get deep into the wounds."
The guys got a good hold of their straps and the bar was raised, just high
enough to have everyone off the floor.  Four members came forward.  Two had
buckets of glass; the others had an empty box.  Two others came up with
boxes of corn flakes.  The glass was poured loudly from the bucket into the
box which sounded like it was being spread along the floor under the
pledges.  As that was being done, the corn flakes were poured under them
which would scare the shit of them when they finally let go.  The bar was
raised a little higher making the guys think they were many feet of the
ground, but in fact were barely one foot up.

"I can't reach them, Mr. President," said one member as he sat under the
guys to sound like he was a distance away.

"Lower them down a foot," Kelly boom and the bar jiggled to make it feel
like they were being relocated when in fact they didn't move at all.  As
they hung there dripping wet, Kelly spoke again.


"Pledges, you will now be inspected by our members to make sure you are fit
enough to join us.  Bring out the ladders so you can reach them."  A couple
of ladders were placed in front of them to make it sound even more like
they were high up.  A few members came out and began by running their
fingers through the hair of the pledges as if they were inspecting them,
then down to their ears neck and shoulders.  A few squirmed when their
underarms were felt as they were obviously ticklish.  Then the hands moved
down to pinch nipples and pull on them hard.  Most of the guys were really
cute and only two had some chest hair.  Their legs were felt and then the
feet.  Several moved their feet out of the way as the members felt the
bottom of them.  Obviously more than one was very ticklish, some even
laughed out loud and almost kicked the inspectors as they squirmed to get
away.

"I think we need to see the rest of them.  Strip off the shorts!"  boomed
Kelly.  The members yanked the underwear off all the guys leaving them
completely naked.  Half the guys were uncircumcised, and a couple were
already on their way to an erection.  It never failed to amaze me at how
different penises were on guys.  Instead of using fingerprints they should
use penises, as each one is unique.  Two of the guys already had shaved
pubes, one had them nicely trimmed, while the others were just natural.
Some had low hanging balls, others had the ball sac nice and tight which
held their cocks up better.  The inspectors went along feeling the guys'
cocks and balls, making sure to stimulate them enough to get a reaction.
By the time they were done every pledge had a full erection.  This was
another things about guys.  Some had erections that went right up against
their stomachs, others were just sticking straight out in front, but most
were about a 45 degree angle.  I quickly decided on which on the pledges I
liked.  My first choice was a really blond guy.  His hair was lighter than
mine and even hanging stretched out, you could see that he had 8 pack abs
with absolutely no body fat.  His penis was probably 7 or 7½ inches and
he was shorter than most.  He looked like he was between 16 and 18.  It was
hard to tell though as he had really smooth and fair skin.  Colin liked the
more muscular guy beside him with dark hair and the big cock.  Kyle agreed
with me about who he liked.  Although I wouldn't turn any of them down if
they offered themselves to me.

"It looks like all of you are enjoying being inspected.  While you are hard
we will take a few measurements for later."  The guys were measured and the
length of their cocks yelled out for everyone to hear.  They ranged from 6
inches to 8½.  Then to add more information they announced whether the
guys had hairy or smooth asses.  I almost had to be restrained as they went
and pulled open the ass of my blond boy and announced he was smooth.  I was
rock hard and wanted to rush over and put my face into his ass and
motorboat him.

"It is time to see what you pledges can really handle.  Bring out the heat
cream!"  Kelly said.  "Put it on their balls.  Pledges, this will continue
to heat up until the pain in unbearable.  The only way to get rid of it is
to wash it off.  How much can you handle?"  Each one got a small amount of
the cream rubbed on them and I knew from experience that it really did burn
for a while, although it stopped eventually.  It was seriously
uncomfortable and the boys would not be happy in about 15 seconds.

As added fun, one of the `Q' members yelled out, "I can't hold on.  Oh god,
I'm slipping."  He shook the box of glass and screamed out in a blood
curdling yell that shocked the other guys, making it sound like he had
fallen.

"Okay, quick guys get him out of there and get him over to the salt bath
before he bleeds to death."  Said Kelly as we all tried not to laugh at the
cruel mental torture the yelling guy was inflicting on our pledges as he
was moved a distance away, and then screamed even louder as he was
supposedly put into the salt water and then went silent.  "Shit, he's
passed out from the pain.  Get him out of there and take him to the
hospital."  Kelly said trying hard to sound concerned.

The pledges were white with fear as they hung there and were squirming as
the cream began to affect their balls.  One guy looked like he was trying
to turn upside down, maybe to reach his balls to stop the pain.

"I quit!" called out one of the pledges.  "Get me down.  I can't do this."
Two of the members lifted him up to help him get free and walked him
blindfolded over to the shower area so he could wash the cream off.  He was
allowed to get dressed and was taken outside where someone would drive him
home.  I liked the idea that Kelly was keeping the warehouse a secret
location, which added some mystery to it.  One guy finally let go and
dropped into the cornflakes.  He was immediately grabbed and a hand clamped
over his mouth to prevent him from saying anything to the other pledges.
He was quickly taken over to the shower to wash the heat cream off his
balls.  When he returned he was smiling and knelt down to the side of the
stage, now without his blindfold.  Three more guys dropped into the
cornflakes and were rushed away, leaving half the guys still hanging.

"Attach the clamps" said Kelly.  We watched as clothespins were attached to
their nipples and two to their balls.  One more guy said he quit, which was
a surprise as this wasn't anywhere near as bad as it could get.  Eventually
the other four dropped off and were taken away.  Each one returning with a
smile when they saw what had actually taken place.  The corn flakes were
brushed away and the pledges stood back against the stage.

"8 of you have passed the first task.  Two quit and have had been returned
to their pitiful existence.  Next we will play a simple game of tug of
war."  The pledges were paired up and the looks on their faces said it all.
Some bigger guys were with smaller guys giving them what looked like an
unfair advantage.  "Face each other and we'll bring out the ropes."

We watched as the pairs were tied together at the dicks.  The ropes were
wound around their cock and balls, leaving a little slack to give them room
to back up.

"Okay pledges, the rules are simple.  Pull backwards until one of you gives
in.  That will set the order for the next couple of rounds.  When you quit
just raise your hands into the air and you can both stop pulling.  GO!"

The four pairs began pulling backwards from each other and their cocks
stretched out in front of them.  Some guys gave up quickly while others
held on until they couldn't handle it anymore.  One pair looked like they
were going to pull their balls off before they finally gave in.  I was sure
that they had extended their dicks by a couple of inches and would forever
have low hanging balls.  The pledges were untied and told to stand with
their legs apart and hands locked behind their heads.

"Winners, you are up first for the next round."  Four members came out
carrying weights and more rope.  They attached the rope back to the cock
and balls of the four pledges and then fastened the other end to the 25
lb., dumbbells.  "This is simple.  You will walk around the warehouse
dragging the weights behind you until we tell you to stop.  It's an easy
reward for winning the tug-o-war.  Are you ready?"  Kelly said as he
prepared to send the off around the warehouse.  One of the members came
over and whispered in his ear.  "Oh, that's right.  We forgot something.
Bring out the clips."  One member ran out with small chains in his hand.
They made the pledges stand in a circle and attached a nipple clamp to the
right tit of one and to the left tit of the other, until they were all
attached.

"Now you can walk around the room.  Make sure the clamps stay attached and
watch out that you don't step on the other guys' dumbbell or you might just
rip his dick off.  Get going, pledges."  They started off slowly as they
tried to work as a team to maneuver around the large room.  Next, each of
the 4 losers from the tug-o-war were put onto their knees in pairs with
asses facing each other.

"This round will determine just how much control you have and whether you
wish to work as a team or be dominant and show that you can be in charge of
a situation.  A 14 inch double ended dildo will be placed between you with
the tip of it inserted into your asses just past the sphincter.  When we
tell you, you will back towards each other until your asses are touching.
So the choice is yours, take 7 inches each, or shove the majority of it
into your partner by clamping your ass tighter than your opponent.  If the
pain is too much, you may raise your hand to quit and walk away."

"Fuck, I like that one," I said to Colin.  "Maybe we should play that at
home."

"Like that would take long.  You'd take the whole 14 inches and the game
would be over in a second," he laughed.

The rubber dildos were inserted into the pledges and lubed up and Kelly
told them to begin.  Each pair worked differently.  One decided that they
were going to fight each other and try to avoid taking any part of the
dildo.  Another group talked and worked together to share the best they
could.  The others seemed to just be doing whatever they wanted.  We
watched all the groups and it was certainly different than what we had seen
before.  Eventually the four `dildo boys' were ass to ass.  Members went up
and marked the rubber toys with a black line before pulling them out.

"Let's see who took the most and who took the least."  Kelly said as he
went over and held up each of the dildos.  Two groups had been pretty even,
while the other two had definitely had a winner and loser, depending on
whether you liked taking cock or not.  One guy had taken almost the whole
thing at 12 inches and the other had taken 9 inches, allowing his partner
to take 5.  "For the next round, the two who took the least amount will now
face off against each other."

It was set up and we watched at the two guys struggled to stop the dildo
from entering their ass.  It took a while and when the dildo was marked and
pulled out, it was almost even and the guys looked exhausted and in pain.
Kelly stepped up and pulled the pledge who had taken the 12 inches into the
middle of the group.

"Bring out the penetrator!"  He commanded from under his hooded robe.  A
naked masked guy walked out with a large hard erection leading the way.  I
grinned as I recognized the cock immediately as belonging to Brandon.  His
9 inch dick was unmistakeable.  "Pledge, lie on the floor and spread your
legs."  He did as he was told as Brandon got behind him and knelt down.
The other pledges watched as he fucked the guy hard until he pulled out and
came all over his back.  The whole time he was getting fucked, he was
moaning and wiggling as he enjoyed it.  I'd bet the guy who took the least
wouldn't have to same reaction.  Kelly stopped the other pledges once they
made it back to the stage and removed their nipple clamps and ball weights.
They looked tired but had definitely worked well together to complete the
task.  As Brandon walked away after fucking the pledge, several large
sheets were stretched out on the ground in front of the guys, along with 8
old wooden chairs.  Two cans of paint were placed on the sheets as well.

"One thing we do as a society is to help charities in need.  This year we
are helping the old Queers home with new furniture and fund raising for
extra Viagra."  One of the pledges giggled.  I wasn't sure if it was funny
or insulting, but I could just imagine an old folk home full of senior
citizen gay guys.  Chasing twinky boys around the home in their walkers and
offering them candy before being taken for a sponge bath.  Kelly continued
as my mind wandered away.  Maybe it was the first sign of my own dementia.
"The chairs in front of you are in need of a coat of paint and once
finished and dry, they will be delivered.  Each of you is to complete one
chair.  You may begin."

The pledges looked around for the brushes and one of them commented on the
fact that there weren't any.

"Oh, did I forget to tell you that you must use your penises to paint the
chairs?  Sorry about that.  Have fun."  We howled as we watched the pledges
dip their dicks into the paint cans and wipe them over the chairs.  This
was going to take forever, so we headed into the back with the rest of the
members who were killing themselves laughing.

"Where the fuck did you come up with that task?"  One of the guys asked.
It's hilarious.  After we'd had a drink and some food, we went back out and
watched the pledges do their chairs.  Once they were basically done, Kelly
inspected the chairs.

"Not bad, although they will need more work.  It is important that each of
you personalize the chairs with your signature as the chairs will be
donated to the old Queers home next week.  Turn and sit on the chair you
painted and leave your ass print as your signature."  If the guys weren't
already covered in paint before, they certainly were by the time they say
on the chairs.

"Excellent work pledges, now go and clean each other up.  Pick a partner
and scrub each other clean.  We have provided the scrub brushes that you
will use to make sure all the paint is off your bodies.  For those of you
that are uncircumcised, make sure you get under the foreskin as you don't
want paint left over."  They paired up and were each handed a hard bristle
brush to clean up with.  I could just imagine how painful that might be on
the balls or on a sensitive dick head.  We followed them to the shower room
and watched as they cleaned each other up.  Several of the pledges got hard
as they were being groped and fondled as they got scrubbed.  They were told
to stay wet and headed back into the main room.  The curtain at the side of
the room was open and a pit of sand was visible.

"Okay pledges.  Into the sand and get yourselves completely covered."  One
at a time the rolled around in the sand pit and came out like
supervillains.  They were told to get on their hands and knees, one behind
the other, with the guy who got fucked by Brandon in the front.

"Place your hands on the back of the knees of the pledge in front of you.
Then place your face into his ass crack."  The pledge at the front had a
collar placed around his neck and a leash attached to it.  He was led
around the room as they all followed along like a giant sand snake.  Q
members walked beside them to keep the pledges faces tight into the ass of
the guy in front.  I couldn't imagine how abrasive the sand must have been
on them as they crawled around the room for the better part of a half an
hour.  I loved it.  At the end, they were led through a pit of syrup which
basically covered most of their bodies.  As the last one exited and they
all were dripping slime everywhere, a giant bag of feathers was released
from above them.  They were a fucking mess.  Tarred and feathered...without
the tar.  I couldn't believe it.  Once the feathers finished falling and
the pledges were spitting them out of their mouths, they were all stood up
and a few wiped their faces, just in time for a second bag to drop on them.
Kelly instructed them to pick another partner again.

"Make sure you pick someone that you haven't been partnered with already
and say hello by giving each other a big bear hug."  As the pledges stuck
themselves together it was hilarious to watch peel apart as the syrup
stretched between the two, with feathers everywhere.  "Oh come on pledges,
I think you can get to know each other better than that.  One at a time
drop to your knees and clean the syrup and feathers off your partners cock
and balls.  Once you have him clean, switch places.  I want to see shiny
cocks and balls."

I thought to myself what it must be like to taste sand, syrup and feathers
in addition to giving a blowjob.  Not exactly one of the main food groups.
The pledges were spitting sand and feathers as if they were licking the
bottom of a bird cage.  Some must have been doing a great job as the
hardons were waving everywhere as the task continued.  Once again they were
sent to scrub each other clean and it took considerably longer as they guys
were a mess.  By the time they finished their skin looked like it was red
raw.  The guys were told to put their shorts on as they took a break to
have a sandwich and drink before the next task, which would be the last one
for the day.

"It's sports hour pledges.  Four of you will play Frisbee golf; the other
four will be playing basketball.  Here's how it works.  The Frisbee golf
players will stand in four parts of the warehouse and will keep themselves
erect while our members throw a Frisbee ring to try and get it on your
cock.  For basketball, two pledges will stand on a chair at opposite ends
of the court and form the hoop.  The other players will stand behind them
and keep them stable for shots such as a slam dunk. You keep them stable by
having your thumb in their asses to hold them up.  At half time, the two
players will switch place."  Kelly picked the teams and had them stripped
and placed where he needed them.  The rest of us got ready to play the game
we wanted.  Half took basketball, the others did the Frisbee golf.  As
always, we kept our masks on, but had the option of staying in shirt and
shorts, of just shorts, or if we wanted could be naked, although none of us
chose that option today.  We played for more than an hour as the pledges
rotated through the games.  The hardest part, no pun intended, were the
guys on Frisbee golf trying to stay erect to catch a hollow ring Frisbee.
Of course to protect the pledges, they were given goggles for their eyes,
as some of the members were really shitty throws.

When we were done, the pledges were allowed to pick a piece of paper from a
hat.  Half said top, the other said bottom.  Each set picked a number from
1 to 4 and they were paired up with their matching numbered partner.  Then
it was a supposed simple matter of fucking until they came.  Throughout the
day all 8 remained, having lost only the two at the beginning.  Kelly told
the guys that the first day, which was by far the easiest, was over.

"Next week, we will pick you up at 10am and you will stay overnight and be
returned Sunday at noon.  Between now and then, you must complete at least
one of three tasks.  Either remove the rest of your body hair including
head and eyebrows, making yourself completely bald, except for eyelashes;
paint yourself in a fluorescent color from head to toe; or pierce both
nipples with hoops.  We have taken down all your phone numbers and may text
you at any time with a task to complete within the next month.  We accept
no excuse for not completing it.  If you wish to do more than one task,
that is up to you.  If you are into waiting outside your residence at 10
am, we will assume you have quit.  Time to get dressed.  First put your
shirts on backwards and inside out."

All of the guys did that quickly as they found their stuff in a big pile on
the stage.  Then they had to put their pants on, followed by their
underwear, shoes and then socks.  They all looked ridiculous and were told
that they would be dropped off in a park in town and would have to get home
dressed as they were.  After they were blindfolded and taken out to the
vehicles, the five of us decided to go get Troy and go bowling.  The day
was fun, but we had certainly done better pledging than that.  Not bad for
Kelly's first attempt and we were sure he would come up with more
interesting stuff over the next weeks as they discussed how the day had
gone.  As we pulled up at Troy's apartment, I told the guys I would run up
and get him.  He buzzed me in and met me at the door.

"Hey Justin!"  He greeted me with a big hug.  I heard the water running in
the bathroom.

"Were you having a shower or something?"

"No, I just have a friend over.  He'll be done in a second."

"So, the guys are all downstairs, want to come bowling with us?"

"Sure, but I'm not very good at it," he said quickly.

"That's okay, it's just for fun.  We'll have some nachos, drinks and play
with our balls."

"We could just go back to your place to do that," he joked.  The bathroom
door opened and a young guy about Troy's age came out naked drying his
hair.

"Whoa, who the fuck are you?" he said as he quickly covered himself with
the towel.

"This is Justin, my big brother," Troy told him smiling.  "Justin this is
Lawrence."

"Oh yeah, I heard about you.  You're a fag right?"

"Not that it matters, but yes I'm gay."

"So you wanna give me 20 bucks and I'll blow you?"

"No.  I just came to pick up my brother to go bowling."

"Bowling.  Damn, you really are gay," he said as he went over to the bed,
dropped his towel and put on his ratty old underwear.

"Nice friend, Troy.  Where did you meet him?"

"He's a street kid, like me," he replied.  I noticed that he still referred
to himself as a street kid.

"Why don't you give him a pair of your new underwear.  Those look like
yours did when I first met you."

"You like looking at my underwear?"  Lawrence said as he turned around.
The dirty grey oversize boxers literally hanging off him.

"No, not really, but maybe you'd prefer something that fits better."

"Or maybe you'd just like me to take them off so you can see me naked?"

"Dude, relax.  You're cute, but I'm not here to have sex with you.  I
simply came over to pick up my brother and have him join us for bowling.
You're welcome to come along if you want.  We'll be having hot dogs, nachos
and other food if you want."

"Bowling's for queers and girls," he said as he looked for clothes to wear
in his duffle bag.

Troy handed him a pair of better fitting boxers which he shrugged and took.
He made a point of facing me as he stripped and then lifted his cock as if
showing it to me.  I couldn't help but watch.

"Like what you see?  20 bucks and you can suck me, or I'll blow you but if
you cum in my mouth, you have to give me another 20."

"I'll pass thanks."

"Your loss.  I have a really thick cock.  Most gay guys like you enjoy it."

"Anyway, my original offer is open.  Food and drinks while we bowl," I said
trying to ignore his crudeness.

"Drinks like beer?  You got pot as well?"

"No alcohol for those under age at the bowling alley but if you want pot,
I'm sure we can get you a joint."

"Good, we can smoke up and then I'll eat, but I'm not fucking bowling or
sleeping with you unless you pay for it.  Troy must really put out for you
to be supporting him with this place.  Dude, I'm gonna leave my shit here
if that's okay," he said as he headed towards the door.

"Sure.  You can pick it up later."

"Just for the record Lawrence.  Troy pays his own rent and bills.  No one
is supporting him at all."

"Right.  Got it," he said as he winked at me.

Lawrence's clothes were dirty and pretty messed up, but at least he didn't
smell bad as he was obviously showering regularly.  I didn't know if this
guy was a good influence or not, but I remembered how rough Troy was when
we first met him.  Survival was his instinct until he got to trust us.
Maybe Lawrence was the same, although he seemed way rougher I remember Troy
being.  We got down to the vehicle and I introduced him to everyone.

"Nice fucking vehicles.  You guys must be loaded, huh?  Hey dude are you
even old enough to drive or is this like a stolen truck?" he said to Kyle.

"No, this is my truck and I'm old enough," he grinned as the two guys
climbed aboard and we headed over to the bowling alley.  As we arrived and
parked, Lawrence jumped out first.

"Are we smoking a spliff or what?"  He asked as we all got out of the
vehicles and were together.

Colin looked at me and raised an eyebrow.  If he'd said `fascinating' I'd
have wet myself, but then it would only be logical!  Alex said he needed
one, so we headed into the alley.  We all smoked up since it was on the go
and then went to grab a lane.  Lawrence didn't bother getting shoes as he
was more interested in food and drinks.  As we put shoes on and got ready
to bowl, I noticed Lawrence going around and emptying partial glasses of
beer at tables that hadn't been cleared.  He was also helping himself to
food.  I gave Troy money to go buy stuff so that he could stop his friend
from cleaning old plates off.  They came back with half the concession
stand and most of us watched in stunned silence as the small framed guy ate
everything and then looked around for more.  I would have handed him money
directly to go buy stuff, but I knew he would just pocket it and still go
scavenging.  I took food orders from everyone and got another ton of food
including beer which Lawrence took as his right to drink without asking.
He was a walking garbage disposal.  As we bowled, I noticed that Lawrence
was going through the pockets of our jackets on the bench.

"Seriously?  You're stealing from us?"  I asked as I sat down beside him.

"No.  I was looking for some change so I could go buy a pop," he said
quickly dropping the stolen phone in his hand.

"Not cool buddy.  We always help our friends, but not if you steal or lie
to us."

"I'm not your friend though am I?  I don't even know you.  Hell all you
guys are fags and none of you want a blow job or anything.  You must be the
only gay guys in the city who don't want sex."

"Try being a little less of an asshole and people might help you more.  We
love sex and you are definitely cute, but we're not going to pay you, and
you've made it clear you don't have sex with guys for free."

"Fuck no.  I only do that shit to get money.  It's faster than begging for
hours at a time.  I can suck or fuck a couple guys in an hour and make a
few hundred bucks, or sit on the street all day and only make 30."

"Well don't be dragging Troy along with you.  We've been helping him to get
his life together again and he doesn't need to be pulled backwards.  We'll
help you too if you want."

"I don't want your help, man.  I can look after myself.  I'm not gonna be
your sex toy to play with whenever you want.  Troy seems happy with it, so
that's his problem."

I leaned in close to him and whispered just loud enough for him to hear.
"Troy isn't a sex toy.  He's my brother and is working hard to get back to
a life that he wants.  You better not be stealing shit from him, like
you're trying to do with us.  You hurt my brother and I'll deal with you
personally."

"Street code, bro.  We don't steal from each other."

"Good to hear and just for the record, if you didn't have so much attitude,
I definitely would have been more than willing to help you out.  You're
killer cute, but the shitty attitude makes you much less desirable to be
around."  I stood up and went to take my turn bowling after quietly telling
Colin to keep an eye on Lawrence.  Once I knocked down all but one pin, I
returned and gave him 50 bucks and told him to leave our stuff alone and
try being a better friend to Troy.

"So what?  You want me to fuck you or something?"

"No, just thought you needed it.  Try bowling, who knows, maybe you'd like
it."

"And maybe I wouldn't.  Prancing around in gay shoes isn't my thing, yo."

Troy came over and sat down.  "So you guys getting to know each other?"

"Yep, I've learned a lot about your friend."

"Maybe he could come over and go swimming later if that's okay."

I wanted to yell hell no, but I kept going back and thinking about what
Troy was like originally.  He was suspicious of us too but eventually came
around.  Something about Lawrence was a lot cruder.  He didn't have the
pleasant manners that Troy had; he was truly a street kid.  "Sure, if he
wants to."

"I can't swim and I don't have a suit," he replied quickly.

"That's okay bud, I'm sure Justin can lend you one of his.  The shallow end
of the pool is only waist deep and they have a hot tub too."

"I guess I could hang out for a while if you're going.  I don't got
anything to do until later.  Maybe I should go skinny dipping so I can get
one of the guys to give me some cash for looking at my junk," he smiled
looking at me.

"I doubt it.  We see naked guys every day without paying for it.  Hell the
only way I'd give you money is to pound that tight little ass of yours."

"I'm sure you'd like that queer boy.  I'll bet you'd like my big thick cock
in your ass more though," he grinned and grabbed his crotch.  I tried not
to look, but it was definitely a nice package I had seen on him earlier.
It was my turn to bowl again and Troy wanted to go get some more food so he
took Lawrence with him.

"Wow, he's a bit of an asshole, huh?"  Colin remarked as I went towards
him.

"A little bit, but he's got that same defense shield up that Troy used to
have.  I have a feeling he's been on the street a long time whereas Troy
had only been out there for a couple years.  This kid is `street' right to
the core."

"Let me guess.  He's your next project?"

"I dunno.  I'm just worried that he's not a good influence for Troy.  Maybe
we should let Troy move in sooner, rather than later.  I'd hate to see him
be swayed the wrong way by this guy, or even get into something illegal."

"I agree, but I don't think we have to worry about Troy.  Sounds like he's
trying to help the guy, like we helped him."

"Possibly, now get outta my way sweetie it's time for a strike!"  I giggled
as I kissed him and went to take my turn.  I only got three of the five
pins down, but I never said I was good at bowling.  Of the five of us,
Jason was the best so he had the honor of paying for the games.  Of course
Lawrence thought that was `gay' and that the loser should have to pay.  We
headed home and told Troy to take Lawrence upstairs to get him some shorts
to wear.  None of us had any intention of wearing anything as usual, no
doubt that would also be considered `gay'.  By the time Troy and Lawrence
returned in their swim shorts we were in the water already.

"Gross.  You guys are all naked in here.  That's totally sick dude," he
complained after having splashed around for a while and saw a few asses.

"So I'm guessing you wouldn't like it if we all started fucking then, huh?"
Jason said as he kissed Alex.

"Fuck no.  Who the hell would want to see that?  Take me back to Troy's so
I can get my shit if that's what you're gonna be doing," he said as he
waded over to his friend and stuck to him closely.

"You really are uptight for a guy who doesn't mind giving or receiving
blowjobs."

"Hey I gotta survive.  It's not like I'd do it for free like a fag."

"So what won't you do for money?"

"I don't take it up the ass and I wouldn't kill someone."

"So you don't mind fucking a guy or blowing him, but you won't take a stiff
one in your hole?  What if I offered you 500 bucks right now to bend over
and let me drill you?"

"Christ, you really are a homo aren't you?  You'd give me $500?"

"I'm just asking if you'd change your principles if the money was high
enough."

"How big is your dick?"

"8 ½" I grinned listening to his tone change when money was involved.

"I've seen bigger.  Not sure I'd want it in my ass though."

"Don't worry I wouldn't put it in your ass.  I can fuck anyone of these
guys for free and they'd enjoy it and wouldn't be assholes about it," I
laughed as I swam away.

"Prick," he said as I headed away and grinned to myself.

Troy and Lawrence went and used the trampoline for a while after they got
tired of the pool and hot tub.  Kyle came over and sat beside me in the
water and grabbed my dick and held onto it as if it were an arm rest.

"Troy's new friend asked me if I wanted a blowjob for $20."

"Yeah, he's kinda direct about it isn't he?"

"He said I could blow him as well and he let me feel his dick.  It seems
pretty nice, although he really needs to shave his pubes a bit."

"That's up to you, but I don't recommend you get into paying him for sex.
You can have sex with anyone for free."

"Wanna have sex with me right now?" he said as he lay his head on my
shoulder and used his other hand to tweak my nipple as the one under water
began to stroke me.

"Not right now, buddy.  I think it might piss off our guest."

"Awww.  Maybe it's just `cause you're gonna be a married man soon and will
only want Colin."

"Dream on, little man.  As if Colin could satisfy me all by himself," I
said loud enough for my husband-in-waiting to hear.

Colin looked over and stuck his tongue out at me.  "You might be sorry you
said that.  Looks like you won't be getting any sleep tonight."

"YAY!"  I chuckled.  Kyle let go of me and headed back to the pool without
saying much else.  He was joined by Lawrence a little while later as Troy
came and got into the water with me and sat tight against me.

"So what do you think of Lawrence?  He's a pretty cool guy right?"

"He reminds me a lot of you when we first met," I said thinking quickly.
Troy smiled and nodded.  "Just make sure he doesn't make you do something
you don't want to do."

Troy laughed.  "Don't worry, he's straight, so we don't' have sex or
anything, although we've slept in my bed a few times, but just to sleep."

"Just watch your money and property, bro.  You've worked hard for that
stuff."

"He's okay.  No worries."

I watched as Lawrence and Kyle headed into the house together and it looked
as if they were going upstairs.  I had a feeling Lawrence may be getting
his 20 bucks.  Ten minutes later they returned and from the look on Kyle's
face someone got something, but I figured it was none of my business.  I
took Troy and Lawrence home and was almost thankful to be rid of the new
kid.  He had attitude most of the night, although he did seem to enjoy
himself around the house playing pool and hanging out with Troy.  I suppose
when you're on the streets you have to put up a major defense shield to
avoid getting hurt or ripped off.  I wasn't used to that as almost everyone
I'd associated with in my life hung around with me because they liked me.
If Troy wanted to be friends with him, then I'd try as well, when it was
required.  I got home and headed for bed with Colin who told me that he
didn't like Lawrence very much either.  I lay face down and let Colin bury
his tongue deep in my ass before sliding his cock up and down my crack and
eventually popping it in and fucking me gently.  I eventually fell asleep
with my head on his chest and my arm across his stomach.  A few days later,
I was playing pool with Jason, Alex and Colin when Kyle loudly banged the
garage door as he entered the house, startling all of us with the noise.
He stumbled down the stairs and as he headed towards us he started throwing
his clothes off until he was naked.  He got to the pool table and roughly
pushed me forward onto it and yanked my sweatpants and underwear to the
floor.

"Hi Kyle!"  I said amused at his aggressive behaviour.

"Fuck off, Justin.  Since you don't really love me, and only want me for
sex then I'll just stay naked and you can use me when your boyfriend
doesn't put out enough."  I was shocked.  Not just by his words but by the
fact he was hammered out of his tree.  He was just about to shove his cock
in me and go at it, but I went to stand up to find out what was wrong.
Kyle slammed me back down and held me with both hands as he kicked my legs
apart.

"Stay still so I can fuck you.  That's all you want me for anyway isn't
it?"  He tried to get his dick in my ass again but I moved and pushed him
back.  He may be a couple years younger, but we were basically the same
height and weight now, so it wasn't like he was a little kid.  "So you
don't want me to fuck, how about if you all take a ride on me instead," he
slurred as he bent over the table and spread his ass cheeks.

"So, fuck me already.  Throw a load in there and then put me out with the
rest of the trash."

We all looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on.  Kyle
had been drunk before, but he was always happy and outgoing.  This was a
side of him that none of us had ever seen, and personally it scared me a
bit as this wasn't him at all.

"Kyle, stop it.  What's happened?  Why are you being like this?"  I asked
as I tried to look at his face as he bent over the pool table.

"As if you don't know.  I thought you loved me, but instead, I'm just a
fuck toy for you and all your friends to use whenever you want.  Troy and
Lawrence told me you just use your money to buy people and get sex out of
them.  I'm nothing but a piece of shit.  Fuck me already and let's get this
over with so I can go do my homework, and wait for the next time you get
horny.  I guess you don't really love me after all.  Stupid dumb worthless
Kyle."

My head was spinning and everyone just stood dumbfounded.  I was even more
shocked as I hadn't given Lawrence or Troy money for sex.  If anything, I
assumed Kyle had.

"Kyle, we do love you and I thought you liked having sex with us.  Talk to
me baby.  What's gone wrong?"

"Whatever, Justin.  No one wants me.  Hell even now, I'm naked and you
don't want me because it doesn't suit you to fuck me right now."  Colin
went to put his arm around him, but Kyle stood up and pushed him aside.
Jason came over to help restrain Kyle and got punched in the shoulder.

"Fuck off and leave me alone.  If you don't want me for sex, then I guess
you don't want me at all do you?  I'd be better off living on the street,"
he screamed as he turned and stumbled out to the pool and threw himself
into it and sank to the bottom.

"Holy shit!"  I yelled as I ran out and dove in fully clothed.  I grabbed
him under the arms and swam to the edge of the pool where the others helped
get him out of the water.  He was crying as we dried him off and got him
back in the house.  Three of us took Kyle up to his room and put him to bed
while Alex got a large glass of water and some aspirin.  We made him drink
it and I asked the guys if they would give me a moment alone with him.
They left and I lay beside Kyle for a moment as he finished the water.

"Okay honey, talk to me.  You're scaring me."

"Forget it Justin.  You don't really care about me anymore.  You have Colin
and your new brothers now, so you don't need me hanging around.  I love you
so much it hurts and you only want Colin.  Even my own parents don't want
me.  Maybe the world would be better off without me."

In my mind I kinda wondered when something might happen, especially after
reading his journal entries, and here it was.  The inevitable meltdown.

"Kyle, I do love you.  I've always loved you, and the fact that I'm
marrying Colin won't change that.  A person can love more than one person
at a time, they just can't marry more than one.  How do I prove that to you
baby?"

"Marry me instead."  He slurred as tears poured down his face.  I pulled
him against me and he snuggled in and rested his head on my chest.  "I want
to be yours forever."

"You are mine forever, Kyle."  He was ripping my heart out as I really had
no idea what else to say.  I'm sure psychologists might suggest something
drastic like let it go and just continue to be kind to him without leading
him on and to definitely stop having sex with him.  Both Colin and I loved
Kyle like he was a part of us and when we all slept together it just felt
extremely comfortable.  So I was trying to figure out what to do now.

"Colin," I said loudly knowing that he wouldn't be far away.  He came in
quickly and closed the door.

"I think I need your help on this one.  Kyle is in love with me and has
been for a while now.  This thing tonight is because he thinks I don't love
him anymore since we're getting married in a couple months."

Colin sat on the bed next to Kyle, sandwiching him between us.  "Kyle,
Justin loves you as much as you love him.  I can see it in his face when he
talks about you, and I love you as well as you. I couldn't imagine not
having you in our lives.  Hell, if we could all get married we would.
Maybe we should adopt you."

"You can't.  I'm not a little kid you know, I'm Epancimated."  He said
getting the word mixed up as he sniffed with his head against me.

"The point is Kyle, that you are as big a part of this family as anyone.
We're not like your parents; we'll always be here for you and will always
love you.  I know it feels like things are going to change, but it won't
baby.  No at all!"

I forgot about his parents throwing him out.  Shit, I should have thought
about that.  I hugged him closer and Colin kissed him on the cheek.

"You're almost a bad ass drunk, Kyle.  Never seen the fighting side of you
before.  Almost like you grew a pair overnight."

I saw a bit of a smile out of him.

"Buddy, you have tons of people who love you, starting with Aaron.  Anyway,
I don't know why you would love Justin so much.  There's lots of guys like
him around.  I mean exactly like him..." he laughed.  "Plus he's a total
slut and he's been ridden more than Skytrain.  He told me just yesterday
that he got poked more than a hundred times in just one day."

"Hey, that wasn't sex, it was on my phone!"  I complained as I grinned.

Kyle snickered a little between sniffs and I was happy that he was calming
down again.  I rubbed his hair and it wasn't long before he had passed out
against me.  I slowly slid out from under him and we put him to bed
properly and left quietly.  As we got back downstairs with the other two,
they asked how he was and we told them what had happened.

"He's got it pretty bad, huh?  I've never seen Kyle like that before,"
Jason remarked slightly concerned.

"I think he's just worried that we'll throw him out, considering what
happened with his parents.  Maybe there's more to it, but we'll wait until
he's sober to find out," Colin said.

We all headed off to bed hoping that the Kyle we knew would return in the
morning.  No matter what, there was a problem that we that were going to
have to deal with so that he didn't flare up again.  I had trouble sleeping
all night and even cried a bit as I thought about what Kyle had said.
Especially the part where he said that Troy and Lawrence thought I just
used money to get sex out of people.  I thought back to all the things I'd
done and wondered if everyone thought that.  It had never crossed my mind
that I was seen as being like that.  I always believed that I helped people
because they needed it.  Colin told me not to worry about it, but it wasn't
him that had just been totally dissed in front of everyone.

I woke up fairly early and threw my robe on to go look in on Kyle.  I sat
on his bed and he woke up quickly.  He took a drink of the water beside his
bed.  "How you feeling?"  I asked.

"Hangover, but nothing serious.  Sorry about last night."

"No, I'm sorry Kyle.  I had no idea that you felt I was using money to have
sex with you.  I would have helped you exactly the same if you were
straight and never even let me see you naked.  I honestly thought you liked
playing around with all of us.  I'll stop today if you feel that bad about
it."

He started to cry.  "No, please don't.  I didn't mean it.  I would rather
sleep with you every night than sleep alone, and yeah I like it when it's
just you and me, but I also love it when all three of us are together."

"You know I love you no matter what right?  When you find a guy and get
married yourself, move out, get fat and go bald, I'll still be there for
you for all the good and bad times that you may encounter.  I love you for
who you are.  Did Troy really say that I use my money to buy people?"

"No, it was Lawrence.  They were talking about how you offered him 500
bucks to give up his ass, and all Troy said was that you guys had had sex
and Lawrence said that's why you gave him the job and apartment."

"Wow, I knew I didn't like that guy.  I questioned him what his limits were
and when he told me that he wouldn't get fucked, I asked if he would if
someone gave him 500 dollars."  In my head, I knew I was going to have to
go over and make sure Troy didn't really believe that.

"Don't ever feel obligated to have sex with anyone here.  It won't EVER
change things.  Even if you become a straight boy, it won't change things.
Oh, and by the way.  If you ever drive home drunk again, I'll take your
truck away from you.  I rather have you pissed at me than dead."

"I know.  I was just being stupid last night, sorry.  I really hate the
idea of you getting married, as it feels like I'll be alone again, but I
know I'm just being stupid.  Colin has told me the same thing too.  I just
can't help it.  Can I stay home from school today?"

"You don't need my permission, just make sure to call the school and let
them know you're not coming in and text Aaron.  You want anything for
breakfast?"

"A blowjob?" he grinned.  There he was back again.  Whew.  Thank god.

"I was thinking maybe cereal or coffee?"  I laughed.

"I'm going back to sleep if I'm not getting laid," he said as he sat up and
kissed me with his hangover breath.  I hugged him tight and told him that I
loved him.  He whispered it back.

Later in the morning I called Troy and we talked for a while about Kyle's
comment and he said there was no way he felt like that, but he just didn't
know what to say to Lawrence.  He said he couldn't ask for better brothers
and friends.  I was relieved and my one night of misery was behind me.

The next day, Jason burst into the house and ran down to the activity room.
"Grab your suits and your wallets boys, we're going to an art auction
fundraiser," he announced as he came down the stairs.  "We leave in an hour
and I've called for a car."

Colin and I looked at each other.  "Since when do we go to art auctions?"
I asked him.

"As of today.  It's for a good cause and we can get some art for the new
house," he smiled.

We got dressed to go along with him and Alex.  Even Kyle chose to come
along, since he said he'd never been to one before.  The limousine was
waiting outside and we all climbed in looking fine in our suits and ties.
I really hate ties, but at least we looked awesome.

"We just have to make one stop first, before we get to the auction," Jason
said as the car wound its way to our destination.  It stopped and the
driver got out to open the door for Cory and his mom.  They climbed in and
said hi to us.  Cory bounced over to sit next to Jason looking very dapper
in his suit.  Sheila looked amazing as well in a bright red dress.  Cory
seemed pretty good at telling Jason and I apart, although he probably
didn't care which was which as he just figured he now had two big brothers.
We pulled up at our destination and got out.  It was my old high school.  A
red carpet ran from the door to the curb and two teenagers in black tuxedos
opened the door for us.  We stepped out and I was thoroughly confused.  I
would have thought that an art auction would be at an art gallery, but what
did I know.  I'd never been to one before.  We were shown to the school
theatre and signed in at the door.  They gave each of us a program and a
large auction paddle about the size of a badminton racquet, just with a
shorter handle.  They explained that if you bid, you held up the paddle
with our number on it.  If you won, they recorded your number and you paid
when you left.  As we entered the theatre we were handed champagne and
shown to seats.  Cory was super excited as he held his Mom's paddle in one
hand and his champagne in the other.  I had no idea why a 10 year old was
being given champagne or would want to go to an art auction.  Hell, I
barely wanted to go.  The theatre filled about three-quarters full and
eventually someone came onto the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen.  Welcome to Capitol Hill Elementary School's third
grade Art Auction.  Items up for bid today are presented in pairs.  The
first is the artwork from the student's themselves and the other is an item
donated by the parent of the student.  Each item is bid on separately and
money raised will be used to fund future art programs, including trips to
band competitions."

"Geez Jason, I thought we were going to a real art auction.  Why didn't you
tell us it was for Cory?"

"That's half the fun.  Wait till you taste the champagne," he smiled.  I
took a sip and looked at him with a smirk.  It was ginger ale.  I laughed.
"Here's to getting some great art work," I said as I raised my glass and we
clinked them together with everyone.  Cory made sure to go down the line
and get everyone's glass before he downed his `champagne'.  The auction
began and some of the student art was pretty good and it had been put into
frames or on canvas, or done in clay.  There were many varieties of art.  I
was partial to the macaroni and spaghetti sculpture of the Titanic.  I bid
on it, but lost to a 10 year old in the fourth row.  We bid on lots of
things that were of interest and even won a few small things, usually the
donations from the parents.

"The next item up for bid is from Cory Mills.  This ceramic cup and saucer
set features a Star Wars theme motif.  A must for any collector.  We start
the bid at 5 dollars."

Sheila held up her paddle.  The bidding climbed 5 dollars at a time as all
of us bid against each other.  Cory asked his Mom if he could hold the
paddle up once and raised it to bid $30 on his own piece.

I held up my paddle, "100 dollars" I yelled out.  Sheila looked at me and
smiled.

"150 dollars," yelled Jason.  The room applauded.

"175" I yelled out.  A few murmurs broke out around the room.

Alex held his paddle up and bid 200, followed by Colin at 250.  Kyle didn't
want to be left out and drove the price to 300.  Cory giggled his ass off
excitedly as we bid against each other for his art.  Jason leaned in to
Cory and whispered to him and handed him the paddle.

"500" he squeaked as loud as he could, holding up the paddle.  It caused a
bit of laughter, but Jason acknowledged the bid with a nod to the stage.
The whole theatre was watching us as we kept raising our paddles.  The
auctioneer was lost as to how to proceed, normally driving the price up
only $5 at a time.  We were now jumping up by hundreds.

"Come on guys, this is going to a good cause, let's really have some fun
with it," said Colin as he held his paddle up and yelled "one thousand
dollars!"  Sheila leaned over to talk to us.

"Guys, this is really nice, but not necessary."

"Sure it's necessary.  Plus I want the cup and saucer.  It'll look good in
the china cupboard in the dining room."

"No way you're outbidding me for my little brother's work.  It's a one of a
kind collector's piece.  1100," yelled Jason holding his paddle up.

"1200," I said sticking my tongue out at Jason, causing Cory to cheer me
on.

Ladies and Gentlemen, we have 1200 for this Star Wars cup and saucer from
Cory Mills.  Do we hear 1300?"  The announcer said getting her groove back.
Alex had stopped bidding but Kyle was still in it as he held up his paddle.

"1300.  1400, 1400?"

Jason held up his paddle.  Another gasp from around the room.

"1400.  Do we hear 1500?  1500, going once, going twice.  Sold for 1400
dollars!"  The room erupted in cheers for us.  Cory leapt into Jason's lap
and threw his arms around him, making it all worthwhile.  Sheila smiled and
mouthed a big thank you to us.  Then it was time for the item that she had
donated.  It was a large tree shaped candle that truly was artistic.  Lots
of people bid on it, but we left them behind as we drove the price to 600
dollars which Colin won as and told Jason he would give it to him as a
housewarming gift.  We all laughed and the auction moved on.  Kyle saw an
item he really wanted which was a Lego model of the grand staircase from
Harry Potter's Hogwarts.  It was actually pretty amazing and must have
taken ages to make.  As he began to bid, a young guy a couple of rows
behind us was bidding against him raising the price 5 dollars at a time.

"Keep bidding," Kyle said to me as he stood up and went to sit next to the
kid and talked to him as the bidding continued.

"What was that about?"  Alex asked him.

"I wanted to find out if he really wanted it, or if he was trying to push
the price up," Kyle replied.

"And..."  I asked.

"He's the kid who made it and wanted to buy it back as it took most of his
Lego collection.  I told him I'd replace his Lego if he let me buy it."

"95 dollars," said the auctioneer.

"400 dollars," yelled Kyle as he looked back at the young guy and winked at
him.  The kid smiled.  Kyle now had a Lego model of Hogwarts.  I laughed.

At the end of the day we had spent more money than if we'd gone to a real
art auction, but definitely had more fun.  Those of us that had won a bid
quickly ran across the street to the ATM during the reception once the
auction was complete so that we could get money instead of having to pay by
credit card.  Some people were paying by cheques, but we hadn't remembered
to bring the chequebook as we hardly ever used them.  I kept forgetting
that old people still used cheques.

Kyle went over to the kid he'd promised to help and handed his parents the
same amount that he'd bid for the Lego.  They told him that it was way too
much, but he insisted saying that if he didn't use it for Lego, maybe he
could build something else just as cool.  They thanked him and Kyle came
back looking very happy indeed.  The principal of the elementary school
came over with Cory as he introduced us to her.

"These are my big brothers.  Jason, Justin, Kyle, Colin and Alex."  He said
to her.

"They're all your brothers?"  She asked.

"Not my really real brothers.  Jason is officially my big brother, but we
all hang together."

I smiled as he explained himself.

"Well thank you for all you did tonight, Cory's brothers.  You helped us
well beyond anything we had expected and the kids will appreciate it when
they enter the art programs next year thanks to your generosity."

"And they bought the art from me and my Mom," Cory said as he held Jason's
hand.  She smiled and thanked us again.  Cory dragged Jason and Alex all
over the stage introducing them to all his friends and their parents.  He
had no problem saying that Jason was his brother, and that Alex was his
brother-in-law or Jason's husband.  Makes you wonder at what point kids
become hateful or homophobic since they don't have a problem with it at a
young age at all.

We paid our bill and collected our stuff before heading home.  Cory and
Sheila had bought a painting from one of Cory's friends, which I thought
was nice.  All in all it was a very fun night.  We took Sheila and Cory out
to dinner with us before dropping them at home.

The next big event the next week was the announcement from Justin and Alex
that they had taken possession of the house.  We excitedly went in to look
around at their new home.  I liked the layout as it had a semi-circular
staircase and the bedrooms were along a narrow hallway that overlooked the
kitchen and breakfast alcove.  The coolest feature was the media room on
the lower floor.  It had a kick ass sound system that the previous owners
had left as part of the purchase.  It was also soundproof and had space
enough for a monster TV where Jason said they would put a new transparent
3D type.  I wanted to live in that room.  They turned on the satellite
radio and cranked it.  It think if the Slam'r sound system ever broke, we
could bring everyone over to this house and keep the party going.  It was
the best thing I'd ever seen.  Between our activity room with its killer
system and Jason's, we could throw two different parties at once and never
hear each other.  As we looked out into the back yard, I could picture how
amazing it would look when we took down the fence and made one massive back
yard.  Between the two houses we now had a mansion of sorts.  Their kitchen
was fucking awesome too.  All their taps were activated by touch which was
seriously cool and something I would add to our house.  We also had decided
to add the biometric door locks to both houses and set all our fingerprints
into them so that we could enter either one.  The alarm systems were still
separate though, but we would put a panel at either end of the connecting
hallway in case we crossed into the other house when the renos were done.
Alex and Jason were thrilled with the new place and we quickly helped them
move the stuff they had from our house to theirs.  Of course a bed and a
few trinkets didn't fill much, so the next fun thing we got to do was go
shopping.  Kyle suggested Ikea but Jason wanted some higher end stuff for
the main pieces, although Ikea was awesome for the smaller stuff.  Shopping
was my favorite thing to do...after sex...so we started at an upscale place
for the couches, chairs etc., and ended at Ikea.  We each took a shopping
cart when we got to the market place on the lower floor of the large blue
and yellow store and shopped our asses off.  Jason and Alex approved each
item and by the time we got to the checkouts we had so much stuff, it
filled the car and truck and we still had a shitload that wouldn't fit, so
I waited with the stuff while the guys ran home and unloaded and came back.
I was bored just waiting around but at least I had my phone with some good
games.  By the time we finished shopping to fill the house; I think I was
truly shopped out, which is almost an impossibility.  We had bought
everything from dishes and cutlery to candles and pillows and everything in
between.  If there was anything left in Ikea when we left we would probably
go back tomorrow and get it.  The major furniture wouldn't be delivered
until tomorrow, so the only room that had anything in it was the bedroom.

We picked Troy up on the way home and decided to have some fun with sledge
hammers.  We went nuts as we smashed and destroyed the fence between the
two properties.  I half expected the neighbors to complain again and send
the cops as we were making so much noise.  We had pieces of fence
everywhere and when we finally knocked it all down and looked around, we
had a yard bigger than I imagined.  I was sure there were some neighborhood
parks that weren't that big.  Troy came out with a massive squirt gun that
he had found in our house and started a game of tag as we raced around the
yard, ending with all of us leaping into the pool to cool off.  I just
wondered what the hell we were going to do with the giant pile of lumber in
the corner of the yard now.  Over the next couple weeks, contractors worked
furiously to renovate the houses and back yard to get all the things done
we wanted before the wedding, as we planned on having people back to the
house afterwards.

A really cool large BBQ and gas fireplace area was installed on Jason's
side as well as an awesome tranquil garden with a small pond in front of
it.  I thought maybe they were digging to China as the hole created for the
whole thing was incredible.  At first I guessed they were building a pool,
especially when they brought in the cement trucks, but eventually they just
covered it over and placed a beautiful wooded seating area and zen like
garden or something.  It had small bushes around it, with some pathways and
a couple of bridges over the cool pond area.  I was in love with this area.
I could see this being a place to totally get away from things.  Although
what I would want to get away from was yet to be determined as I like being
around things.  Troy didn't get his waterslide but we sure as hell thought
about it and argued a lot.  Jason and Alex put in a hot tub on their side
in case they wanted some alone time, but we agreed that the one pool was
enough.  Even those areas had been redesigned to have rock walls around
them and new lighting.  Colin said it made it look less sterile than a
standard pool.  We could change the lighting around the rocks to make the
pool different colors.  It also had a random timer to change things on its
own.  We enlarged the basketball court to add a second net and moved the
trampoline closer to it.  The yard was almost in sections.  Sports area,
water zone, tranquil area and BBQ/firepit lounging area.  It was the
coolest yard I'd ever seen and once the new trees went in to give us
additional shade, I figured I might never leave the house again.  It you
wanted privacy, it was set up so you could have it, but if you wanted a big
party it would be suitable for that as well.  I wanted to make out in every
part of it.

The hallway between the two houses was done in such a way that from the
outside it was barely noticeable as a couple of trees had been planted in
front of the wall, making it look like we just had a shed or something.
Inside we had removed our half bathroom that no one really used anyway and
part of the hallway wall.  When you walked from our main floor, through the
extra wide hall, it went into their living room and you almost had no idea
that you were in another house.  I wanted to do a hidden panel type door
that we could close if we needed to separate the two houses, but I was
vetoed.  Colin said we weren't gangsters that needed secret panels and
getaway plans.  Although we did have a fireproof divider installed in case
we needed to close it between the two properties.  As we all walked around
the houses, it felt like we had more space than we would ever need for the
rest of our lives.

"Okay guys, I have something really cool to show you," said Colin as he
took us out to the back yard and we made our way to the tranquil garden.
As soon as I got there I felt calm, so it was obviously working.  Colin
slid a wood panel aside on one of the pillars revealing another biometric
scanner.  He put his finger against it and a panel in the floor behind the
seating area raised up, revealing a narrow stairwell.

"Oh my god, is it my panic room?" squealed Kyle.

"Knowing Colin, it might be a sex dungeon," I laughed.

"Or it could be a wine cellar," Colin chuckled as we went down into it.  It
was a wine cellar, but it had also been set up to be panic room if needed.
He told us it was earthquake proof and had a generator and food supply.  It
was a secret hideout.  Like a tree fort for adults, without the tree.  Kyle
was more excited than he had been when he got the truck.  We all agreed
that this would be our secret room in case we ever needed it for an
emergency or of course for the wine.  We all relaxed in the yard, proud of
what we had done in such a short period of time.  Alex showed me a special
section of the zen garden with his pot plants growing behind some tall
bushes.  He figured that it would be the best place rather than in the
house.

Colin and I been very busy planning things for the wedding and selecting a
theme.  While the wedding planner was handling most of it, and Colin seemed
satisfied to just let me do whatever I wanted, there were still things we
had to do together, like pick out tuxedos for everyone.  Colin and I bought
ours, but arranged for rental ones for everyone else.  It was fun going
down as a group to try them on and get the colors right.

Then we went to select wedding rings.  My heart skipped a beat as I
realized just how real this was becoming.  We sat at the jewelers getting
sized up and trying different gold bands on.  As I saw our fingers with the
rings on them, I had to choke back a lump in my throat as I grasped that I
was about to become linked to someone for the rest of my life.  I always
thought that getting married was an ancient institution made for straight
people, and no longer had a place in modern society.  But once those rings
went on our fingers, I got it.  Some giant floodlight went off in my head
and I realized that I was no longer going to be only Justin Masters.  I was
going to be one half of a pair.  Half of a whole.  He was going to be part
of me, and I was going to become part of him.  I always believed rings were
just rings, a wedding certificate is just a piece of paper, and legally
there was no difference between being common law partners, or being
married.  But when I saw us together for the first time, joined at the
finger, it meant my soul mate and I were going to be complete.  I got it,
and my emotions were in overdrive.  I held them in as we paid for the rings
and each of us added an inscription for the other one.  The jeweler said
they would be ready to pick up in a week and we left holding hands.  As we
got outside, I began to cry as I couldn't hold in the emotion any longer.
There was no doubt I was gay as I cried more than a newborn baby.

"What's the matter babe?"  Colin asked as he stopped to look at me
concerned.

"Nothing.  Nothing at all.  I just love you and can't wait to spend the
rest of my life with you."

"I love you too.  Just never change sweetie.  Always be the guy I fell in
love with."

"Why did you fall in love with me?"  I asked as we sat in the park and
leant against each other.

"For your dick of course, dumbass," he grinned.

"Seriously?"

"No, of course not," he beamed.  "At first, I noticed how beautiful you
were and how your green eyes sparkled with excitement at everything.  Some
people have dead eyes; you have eyes that light up things miles ahead of
you.  Then as I got to know you, I found you to be a funny and very caring
person.  You love helping people and couldn't have cared less if I was rich
or poor.  You are honest and loving and perhaps the best person I've met in
my entire left.  I knew I wanted to spend my life with you almost from the
first day we spent together on the boat.  Oh, and it doesn't hurt that you
are a nymphomaniac too."

"So it's all about sex.  I knew it!"  I giggled.  "Seriously though, you
think I'm all those things?  Wow, I had no idea.  I love you for almost
exactly the same things.  You don't act like a rich snob and are just so
easygoing and loving no matter what happens.  You are there for anyone who
needs you and don't hesitate to get involved.  I love your smile and your
body and the smell of you.  I love waking up next to you and looking at you
as you sleep.  Some days I look at you and wish we could merge our bodies
together to become one, I want to be that close to you."

Colin leaned over and kissed me hard.  We raced home and made love like we
had just met.  When my heart pounded harder each time he touched me I had
no idea how it could get any better than this.  All I needed was to take up
smoking so I had something to do when we were lying together.  Kyle burst
in after school and jumped on the bed with us.

"Seriously?  You guys are actually in bed at 4 in the afternoon.  God, I
can't wait until I finish school.  That's when all the fun begins."

Well get your clothes off and the fun can begin now," laughed Colin.

"I can't.  Aaron, Jordan, Troy and I are going camping for the weekend.
But here's something to remember me by," he said as he stood up and dropped
his pants and wiggled his cute little ass at us.

"Come here and let me fuck that!"  I said as I jumped out of bed.  He
shrieked like a little girl and raced to his room with me running after him
naked.  He bounced on his bed and I jumped on top of him to tickle him.  He
continued shrieking and squealing.  He was so high pitched I thought he
might be shattering the china downstairs.  I straddled his head with my
dick right at his face.

"If you try and put that in my mouth, I'll bite it off," he giggled.

"Is that your way of saying you want some rough sex before you go camping?"
I said as I wiped my dick over his cheeks.

He grinned and snapped his jaw at me.  It was now my turn to squeak, as I
jumped off him.  He got up and threw some stuff into a backpack before
heading out.  I raced back to Colin and leapt into bed with him.  "You
realize we have the whole house to ourselves for a whole weekend.  We can
run around naked and have sex in any room we want."

"I'm not sure how that's different than any other day around here," snorted
Colin as he rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply.  We made out for a
while until he felt me become aroused again.  He kissed down my body until
he got to my dick and held it up to look at it.  I watched as he licked
every inch of it and kissed the tip gently before he slowly engulfed it and
I watched as my cock disappeared into his mouth.  I could feel each inch as
he licked and sucked it like an expert.  Then as it hit the back of his
throat, I let out a low moan.  Colin worked my cock in and out of his mouth
for several minutes before he pulled out and kissed it again.  He licked
down the outside of the shaft as he held on to it, and took each ball into
his mouth and pulled on them slowly as he sucked them and ran his tongue
over each one.  He licked under my balls and I eagerly lifted my knees
giving him the keys to the back door.  After licking the length of my crack
and tickling my hole, he must have thought we installed a biometric scanner
in my ass because he put his thumb in to unlock it.  I pulled my legs back
and locked my hands around my knees to give him full access.  He knelt
behind me and pressed his hard, throbbing, beautiful 7½ inch circumcised
penis into my waiting tunnel and made love to me once more.  I put my legs
onto his shoulders and pulled his head down so that we could kiss as we
stayed coupled together.  I loved the way he moved in and out as his penis
was the perfect size for my ass.  He wasn't in a hurry as we just enjoyed
each other.  When he finally released himself into me, he drove his tongue
as far into my throat as he could and I pulled his head tight against mine
and returned the passionate kiss.  He went to pull out, but I put my hand
on his ass and held him in place until we naturally slipped apart.  Once it
was over, I filled the Jacuzzi tub in our bathroom and poured in tons of
bubble bath and we got in and sat against each other.  The only thing
missing was someone to feed us strawberries.  I hugged him and we took our
time as the water cooled and the bubbles massaged our muscles.  We almost
fell asleep in there until we realized we were actually hungry and got out
and made dinner together in the kitchen.  It wasn't like an episode of
`Master Chef' or anything, but we didn't burn anything.  We sat in the
dining room and ate our meal with a bottle of wine, candles and mood music.
It was a nice night and I hoped would be one of many for the next 70 years.


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