Date: Sun, 19 Feb 2006 13:49:16 -0800 (PST) From: tag michaels Subject: The Watcher and the Watch pt. IV I woke up in the middle of the night recently thinking about this story. I hope that you find it an acceptable transition from the old plot. As always, there is nothing remotely true in this tale, at least from my personal experience. Hugs Tag_M I couldn't sleep. I gently disentangled myself from the body whose arm was draped across my chest. He mumbled in his sleep as I gingerly crawled over him, then stood next to the oversized king sized bed. They were like a gaggle of puppies, all three boys sprawled out in sleep. Gunnar, who I'd been cuddled with, was on his belly with his slender magnificent butt presented to me. With one leg crooked upward I was also rewarded with one of the best views imaginable; a boy's dusky crack separating the two glorious orbs, along with the folds of smooth skin that was the beginning of his boy bag, the skin stretched out and ending on the satin bed sheet where his large balls rested in a puddle. On the other side of the bed were Jorgy and Evar; the latter on his back and the former on his side next to him with an arm across his brother's chest much like Gunnar had been to me. Evar's large uncut cock was lying in repose across his right hip while Jorgy was about half hard, his cock resting up against Gunnar's other hip, the tip of his cock peeking out at me beneath his foreskin. Gunnar's equally large balls hung gently between his smooth thighs, one lower than the other in their smooth hairless sac. Those delicious eggs had unloaded their nectar four times before their owner had drifted off to sleep and one of those times had been deep inside my ass. Despite having spermed four times myself that night I felt my cock twitch at the sight of them and the memory of the previous three hours. They were indeed magnificent specimens of adolescent maledom, ones that most any female, or male for that matter, would love to behold and to hold. At least that's the impression I had and I'd gotten confirmation from the throngs of screaming fans during the concert the night before and the dozen or so shows before that. I left the bedroom and walked into the huge living room and kept going until I reached the kitchen where I pulled a bottle of water from the fridge. On my way to the lanai I spotted a pack of smokes that someone had left after the post concert gathering the night before. I very, very rarely smoke but shook one out of the pack, snagged the lighter from the table and proceeded to head outside to the lanai. We were in Honolulu, staying in a condo at the top of one of the newest and most exclusive residential buildings on the island, courtesy of business mogul I'd befriended over the past few months and who adored the boy's music, and the boys. We had done two nights at the Blaisedale Arena and had the next two days off before performing on Maui then heading up to Anchorage for a show. I stood, looking at the lights of Waikiki off to my left and the dark expanse that was the Pacific Ocean that stretched for almost a hundred eighty degrees on the other side of the beach park in front of me. I reflected on the circumstances that had taken me from the consulting business I'd been managing and put me on the road with one of the hottest boy bands in the world and put me in the company of people I'd only seen on the A&E channel, the big screen, and the covers of various magazines, CD's . I thought back to that day that I'd received the CD's in the mail and the dilemma I'd been in about attending their concert. The decision about attending the concert ended up being strongly influenced by yet another envelope that was delivered in the same way the previous two had been. In it was a short note from the boys that read as follows: Our Friend Jordon: We hope that you will accept our invitation to the concerts as well as be our guest at the hotel. If yes, please simply mail back the enclosed envelope marked personal. No note is necessary as the envelope is the answer. Instructions will follow if yes, which is the answer that we hope and pray for. Love, Your boys I retrieved the SASE envelope and put it in the mail immediately and a week later received an overnight express envelope that contained a VIP pass. Attached to a cord and to be worn around the neck, it even had a recent picture of me which caused me to wonder about the kind of influence that the boys had. Another short note accompanied it explaining that the pass allowed me full access to the band and to keep it on my person at all times while I was in public with the band. The note also requested that I present myself at the front desk of their hotel at seven o'clock on Friday evening. I looked at the pass again and noticed that it had no dates on it and surmised that access to the band wasn't restricted to my city. That certainly got my curiosity up and running. "WOW" was the first thought that ran through my brain. The second thought was "What exactly did that mean?" At the appointed time I showed up at the front desk of the most exclusive hotel in the city. After my ID was verified the overly polite but efficient deskman went on. "Ah yes Mr. Neal, we've been told to expect you." He appeared to reach for, or fumble around with, something from behind the elaborately carved and inlaid mahogany counter then asked me to put my right thumb on the fingerprint scanner that he pulled out and set on the countertop. Of course I did what he asked. Less than a minute later he handed me a card that resembled a credit card that contained my now scanned thumbprint. "This allows you access to the upper floors Mr. Neal. Simply place the card in the identified slot inside the car. Hotel security will direct you once you reach the penthouse floor. " A bellman took me to where the private elevator was located, out of the way of general hotel foot traffic. I did as instructed and ended up in the very well appointed forty third floor lobby that accessed the four penthouse suites. As promised I was met as soon as the elevator doors opened although the expensive silk suit that the giant of a man was wearing belied the fact that he was security. He checked my ID and the VIP pass as well as having my thumbprint scanned and, satisfied that I was me, he spoke into a lapel mike and must have gotten an answer via the small earphone he was wearing. "This way please Mr. Neal," he said respectfully. I followed him ten steps to where he pressed a button and the wall paneling opened to reveal another large elevator. He reached in and pressed the single button then retracted his arm. The door closed and when it opened I was looking into the most sumptuous residence that I had ever set foot in. I stepped into the foyer, a wide open room the size of a conventional living room that looked out into the suite. A huge antique table that held equally huge bouquets of flowers sat in the middle of the marble floor and a large chandelier hung from the engraved paneled ceiling. Another big guy in a suit asked for ID immediately and once satisfied, stood to one side and waved me into the huge room that was three steps down from the area where I stood. A dozen or more people were milling about or in conversational clusters throughout the room and were being attended to by three people whose clothing and the trays they carried identified them as service people. I spotted the boys, all three sitting on a sofa with another person in what appeared to be an interview and as I headed in that direction one of them spotted me. "Jordon," the boy cried out and stood up, a huge smile spreading across his face. I could almost see his crystal white teeth gleam from where I stood twenty feet away. The other two boys jerked their heads in my direction and in seconds all three were converging on me while almost everyone else in the room had stopped what they were doing to see what the commotion was. They had grown since I'd seen them last, all three at least five feet seven plus. They looked like they had filled out as well although it was sort of hard to tell through the loose fitting white cotton shirts they all wore. Their blonde hair was still a little longer than shoulder length but pushed back away from their faces. I could see as they got closer that they appeared to be totally smooth and blemish free, just as I remembered them. And then I was smothered in boys. Warm, cuddly, excited teenage boys. "We're so glad you could come Jordon." "It's so good to see you again." "We've missed you quite a bit you know." "Are you going to stay with us?" "We have four bedrooms here." "But we'll only need one," one of them whispered in my ear. "Come, you want something to eat, or drink Jordon?" They finally stepped away and gave me some breathing room, smiles still plastered on their faces, eyes twinkling at me. They were beautiful. Up close I could see that indeed their faces had not yet sprouted hair, they had no blemishes what so ever, their blue eyes framed by long thick lashes and brows. Yes, they had grown, almost looking me in the eye. They had filled out some and were on the cusp of young adulthood and I still couldn't tell who was who. They were still identical. I smiled and shook my head. "You guys look great but." "You can't tell us apart," one of them said, finishing my statement. I shook my head. "No, I'm sorry boys, I can't." "It is okay Jordon, very few people can tell us apart and it's a thing that we do on purpose but if you look closely you will see the clue to each of us." They stood still and allowed me to look them over, half smiles still visible on their perfect lips. I quickly concluded that it wouldn't be in their clothing so paid attention to their faces and their hair. I was about to give up when it hit me, and I smiled and nodded my head. "Clever," I said. Each boy had their left ear pierced and each one wore a different colored stud. "Let's see, the Emerald would be for Evar, the Garnet for Gunnar, and that leaves the Jade for Jorgy." All three boys clapped and Evar said to the other two, "I knew he'd figure it out." They led me into the living room and all four of us plopped down on the leather sofa that they had just vacated. They had been doing an interview with a local reporter who asked who I was when we sat down. "Jordon is an old friend," Evar told her and when she inquired as to how they knew me Evar told her very politely that the interview was over, thanked her for coming and stood up. She had no choice but to consider her work finished. She was quickly replaced by an older man who was introduced as their tour manager and when he heard my name he shook my hand and said he was glad I was aboard. I wondered what that meant but that thought was immediately dissolved when Gunnar said that it was time for everyone to leave, that they were tired and had business to discuss. At that point Thom, the tour manager, began hustling everyone out of the suite. Evar suggested that we go out to the pool area so we did just that, exiting through arched French doors. We walked around the edge of the private pool, not a large affair by any means but certainly big enough to get some exercise in, and stood at the edge of the balcony and eyeballed the city. Needless to say the view was spectacular. Evar turned to see only the backs of people as they made their way to the private elevator then turned back to me and planted a long, deep throated kiss on my lips. He no sooner broken the kiss when he was replaced by a second set of lips and as soon as those broke away I got the third set, finding out that the last one was Gunnar. "We've been talking about this moment for almost a year Jordon," Gunnar said as he stepped back from me. "You look great Jordon," Jorgy added and I thanked him then told all three of them that they looked equally great to which they all responded with a brush of the hand, apparently retaining their sense of modesty. Evar took over and I would soon learn that he was the first born of the boys and the natural leader. "Jordon we have something we'd like to ask of you," he started somewhat tentatively. "We hope you aren't angry with us but we've sort of been keeping an eye on you since we went back to Europe. We know that you've been studying the martial arts pretty heavily and that you've been working too hard." He smiled at that statement. "We know that you're very good at what you do and, well, we want to offer you a job. We want you to work for us Jordon." I was a little bit stunned and Evar could tell. "Jordon, all three of us boys agree that the time we spent with you before was so special that we can't begin to tell you how much it, or you, mean to us." The other two boys nodded their heads and Evar went on. "We also feel that because of it we can trust you totally and that's part of why we've been sorta, well, I guess investigating you a little bit. "I'm sure you aware of how famous we've become and we're making an awful lot of money and it's only going to keep on growing. Because of that there are more and more people around us that we don't know and have a hard time trusting. There's already been some mismanagement of our funds. We need someone that we can trust and that knows what the hell they're doing. We need you Jordon." "But let's not talk about that right now," Jorgy jumped it, "You will be staying with us for three days, yes?" I nodded my head and Gunnar chimed in. "And three nights too," he said with a slight leer, "And you will notice that we've grown down there as well." For emphasis he stepped in closer to me, unzipped his pants and hauled out his cock, the other two boys moving in on either side to protect their brother from being seen, not that there was much danger of that. Even though it was in its default state it was clear that the boy had indeed grown, the hose hanging freely from the front of his pants at least equal to, and quite possibly, bigger than mine. If things held true then the other two boys were equally well endowed which meant that I was in for one hell of a reunion. Thom called from the doorway and headed toward us while Gunnar quickly slipped his thick cock back into his pants. "The limo is ready when you are guys." Evar told me they were all going to dinner and afterwards we could run by my house and I could pick up some extra clothes since my immediate living arrangements had changed. We got downstairs, were met at the elevator by three more security people and were quickly herded outside to the limo, a newer model extended Rolls. As we pulled away I had a zillion questions but wasn't quite sure where to start so, I started at the beginning, sort of. "Ok, so, uumm, I notice a lack of parents or other guardian and if I remember correctly you guys are still minors." That question put a fast damper on things and after a moment of uncomfortable silence Evar explained. "To make the story short Jordon our parents are alcoholics and drug addicts. Our mother is American, we were born here and are US citizens but we've been living with one of our father's brothers in Stockholm since we were very young. Our tour manager Thom is also an uncle and the one who really got us interested in music but since all of the brothers including our father as well as our mother were musicians I guess music sort of comes naturally to us. When we were here before, when we met you, we had already started to get a name in Sweden and Northern Europe, mostly because of our age. Anyway our mother had tried to get us back but that was mostly just to get our money. We were here that summer so that my uncle and aunt could get legal custody of us, which they did. When we got back home we started work on the CD that put us on the charts." He went on, filling in a few little holes and the other two boys chipped in with little bits as well but that was the gist of their story. At that point we had stopped in front of the restaurant where our security guys were already waiting. We managed to get inside and into a private room without any confrontations but we sure got a lot of looks and at least one person recognized the boys. Talk throughout the delicious meal was fairly light and since Thom had joined us, having ridden with the security guys, he often clarified or added to something one of the boys said but also, much of his input was usually from a different perspective. As far as music turned out, all three boys played keyboards. They had started plunking on Thom's piano on their own by age four and Thom started teaching them almost immediately. All of the boys played by ear but could also read music and between them they could play a dozen instruments. They got to their current configuration when Evar and Jorgy settled into lead and bass guitars respectively and Gunnar sat as the drummer. All three boys handled vocals, taking turns with leads, and all three contributed to writing. Growing up it had been mostly the boys by themselves and they saw no reason to change that. What few backup musicians they needed were usually studio professionals, hired in each city months before the boys appearance, so that when the boys got to each city minimal practice was needed. "After all," Evar told me, "our music isn't that complicated." Thom went on to explain that their method of doing business meant less ego's and personalities to deal with, less people to keep track of, much less cost overall and no need to depend on the loyalty of other band members, the latter being a big concern. All in all it meant a lean operation which translated into a higher profit. "There are few kids their age with their talent so that would mean having older band members. While the boys are very talented, there are plenty of musicians who are technically better than they are so there's that, plus the simple problem of having adults follow the direction of young teens and make no mistake about it, these three are in charge. No, our method, while simple, is much better in the long run and while you and I are around for advice and support, the boys run the show for the most part." There it was again, my being a part of their organization and since it was voiced I put it on the table by asking why me and what would I do. The answer was fairly simple. "I don't know how the boys found you," Thom said, "and it's not important. They trust you and they like you. It wasn't all that difficult to find out that you would fit into the organization and fill a much needed void. Graduate in the top ten percent of your class from Wharton with a Masters degree in accounting and an MBA with specialties marketing and in financial planning with an interest in foreign investment. You have a solid history of sound investing coupled with a good business sense and could work almost anywhere you want but chose to stay and work for a small house. Add to that the fact that the boys like you a great deal and they want you on board. You are exactly what they need right now Jordon." That was the second time in less than half an hour that I had been told that I was needed. Not having any family close by, or any relationship, those words meant a lot to me and carried some weight. I asked what they all had in mind. "They are beginning to make money hand over fist and it keeps getting better every day. We get calls almost daily about merchandizing, advertising deals, magazine covers and the like. There are taxes in two countries to deal with and the list goes on. We need someone to handle all of that. I've been muddling along with it since we fired the last business manager but it's getting more difficult and I'm out of my league. We need someone good, we need that someone right now and we're prepared to pay in the mid to high six figures." He sat back and took a sip of wine. There it was, all out on the table. At least from Thom's perspective. I would learn that the boys had something more in mind although for the time being they were quiet and let their uncle do all the talking. The rest of the meal was more light talk. Afterwards, as promised, we drove to my house and everyone waited in the limo while I went in and packed a light bag and thirty minutes later were back at the hotel where we were ushered in and upstairs in the same efficient manner that we had been ushered out. Upstairs in the suite Thom chatted a short while, reminding the boy of their schedule the next day then said that he would see us in the morning and got back in the elevator. I was curious about that and Evar said Thom was in one of the penthouses below us with the security people who traveled with the band while the road crew was ensconced in another block of rooms on a different floor. "We're allowed to have a suite to ourselves without any adult supervision although there is always a security guard outside our door or in this case on the next floor down. It's like if we had our own room at home, ya know?" I did know. We were all sitting on two smaller leather sofa's that made up one of the sitting arrangements in the huge living room of the suite. Gunnar stood up and started tugging his shirt off. "It gives us the privacy that teenage boys need," he said, a slight pout on his lips. "So if we want to be naked," Jorgy said "Or sexy," Gunnar said as he unsnapped his pants and pushed them to the ground before stepping out of them and coming over and standing directly in front of me, "then we can." He was wearing high cut bikini style underwear that did nothing to conceal the bulge of his apparently still soft boyhood charms. Evar and Jorgy stood and began undressing as well while I wondered aloud "what if someone came up." "No one is going to rescue you Jordon," Gunnar said and Jorgy added "Once Thom went down, no one comes up until morning without being invited or calling up first." "You're our captive Jordon," Gunnar said as his brothers joined him, all three of them standing all but naked in front of me, providing me with a boy buffet, and almost like giving me a choice as to which one I wanted to be with. Of course there was no choice on my part; it was an all or nothing sort of deal. I could see that they were becoming aroused as well; the fabric of their underwear began bulging even more as their young cocks began a stretch out that would last, more or less, for the better part of the next four hours. And then I was mobbed, once again in the arms of warm, cuddly, and almost naked fifteen year old boys. In less than five seconds I had a boy kneeling on the sofa, one on each side of me, and the third on his knees between my legs working at the belt, snap, and zipper of my Dockers. Of the two boys next to me, one was unbuttoning my shirt and the other began engaging me in a tongue battling kiss. I finally felt the cold air on my cock as the waistband of my boxers were lowered enough to free up the top end of the hard shaft and then the warmth of a mouth engulfing it. I fumbled blindly with both hands, eventually finding the groins of the two boys at my sides and gently fondled their balls through the fabric of their underwear although the kissing boy lowered the front of his almost immediately so that I could experience his man sized hard cock. The thing really felt large in my hand and I had to look so broke the kiss. It was large. "We told you we grew." "We hope you don't mind that we're not little boys any longer." "And that you still want to play with us." "Although it seems like this guy wants to," Gunnar said, taking his mouth off of my cock in order to verbalize that observation. "Lift up Jordon," he added, tugging on my clothing for emphasis. I did as the boy asked and, along with his movements and the removal of my shirt, I was soon naked. The boys didn't waste any time joining me in that condition, Gunnar standing to remove his underwear and the two at my sides managing to stay in place and with a little maneuvering, getting their underwear down and off, and becoming just as naked. The boys were magnificent but I stared mostly at Gunnar who stood proudly in front of me, knowing that the two boys beside me would be practically identical. All three rock hard cocks were at least eight inches, probably closer to nine, in length while their thick circumference was at least six inches. Foreskins retracted, their swollen cock heads were the size of a newborn baby's fist and the balls hanging freely in their smooth hairless bags, not much smaller than that. It was clear that the boy's shaved as the dark brown curly nests of hair at the bases of their boyhoods were neat and relatively small, not much larger than when I'd last seen them. As I said, their balls were totally smooth as well. There was no trail of hair up to their belly buttons, their very flat and quite well defined tummies totally devoid of anything but taut, smooth pale skin. Their chests were also well defined, their breastbones separating growing teenage pectoral muscles and the creases beneath them adding even more definition. The line separating their pecs ran all the way down to their belly buttons helping to separate their abs as well. "No," I whispered, "You are all perfect." No more words were necessary. Gunnar went back to licking and sucking on my cock while I went for the cock on my right, lowering my head and taking the large swollen head into my mouth. I cleaned off the precum that was seeping from the smooth satiny head while my other hand sought out and stroked the thick fleshy dowel of boy meat on my left side. After a minute's work I switched sides, tasted the precum of the left side cock and stroked on the right. Down below Gunnar had moved to my balls and was licking and sucking there while he continued to slowly jack me. I hadn't been with a live in the flesh male for over a year, choosing instead to devote my time and energy to work. Given the situation I was in at the moment I knew that my staying power was going to be limited and I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to make that fact known to the boys. "Well we can't have any wasted sperms," Gunnar said, and moved away from me. I wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing, instead going back to my cock sucking, returning to the cock on my right. My mouth was getting sore however so I didn't stay there for long. "You guys are making my mouth sore. It's been awhile since I've done this so I'm out of practice." "That's okay Jordon," one of the boys said, "We understand, we'll have you back in shape in no time," the other finished. Gunnar returned with a bottle and proceeded to pop the top and pour the liquid on my cock head then smeared it down the shaft, stroking lovingly on me as he did so. Clearly it was lube and clearly the boy had an objective in mind. Stopping what he was doing to me, he then went through the same process only smeared his asshole then turned away from me, squatted down as he reached behind himself and took hold of my slippery cock and proceeded to bring the two together for the first time in a little over two years. I watched intently as my cock head neared the smooth, hair free wrinkled muscle then felt the warmth of him flood through my body as took the head and an inch or so of my shaft inside the tight confines of his ass. My head fell back against the sofa as the delicious feelings took over my body and I wondered if the boys had been practicing on each other since Gunnar had done no preparation on himself but was taking my seven and a half inches without a whimper and was proceeding to seat himself in my lap, his ass fully engulfing me. "As you can see we've been practicing," Evar, who I'd discovered was on my left, said as if reading my thoughts. Gunnar had reached beside his legs and placed his hands flat on my upper thighs and started raising and lowering himself, fucking me. "It feels good having your cock inside of me again Jordon," the said huskily. I wondered briefly how that could be since his brothers were bigger than I was but hey, I knew that part of it's the person and not the size so I just rode with it. I turned my head and took hold of Jorgy's cock and began sucking him, low moans escaping my throat as I reveled in the feelings. I felt movement and turned to see that Evar had left the sofa and gotten down between his brother's legs and was sucking on Gunnar's cock and then I felt his hand cupping and fondling my balls. I knew this wasn't going to last much longer, that being that I wasn't going to be able to. "God you guys I'm gonna cum pretty quick," I said, taking the large cock from my mouth in order to express myself. "Can you cum in my mouth Jorgy?" I asked the boy who said that he could but he'd have to jack himself off or it would take forever. I simply nodded my head but turned my head anyway. After all, there were balls to be attended to on that side as well. Evar got up off the floor and stood in front of Gunnar who had leaned forward while he fucked me. Gunnar took Evar's cock into his mouth and sucked his brother while his own hand went between his legs and stroked his raging cock. From that point it was a very short time before liftoff, and I was the first. At least I think I was first, although I have no way of knowing and at this point in time, don't care. "I'm there, I'm gonna cum, oooohhh gaaawd." was about all I managed before I squirted, unleashing a torrent of sperm inside Gunnar's ass. My hands went to his hips in order to help hold and guide him as I pushed in an attempt to get every millimeter of my cock inside the boy. I think that Gunnar was second, assuming that my cumming helped bring his on but I can't be real sure as beside me Jorgy said that he was going to cum too. I turned my head as his cock head erupted and shot me squarly between the eyes. I got a quick glimpse of the boy holding onto his large balls while he jacked off then closed my eyes and opened my mouth and hoped for the best. "Drink my sperms Gunnar," I heard Evar pant out and knew that he was cumming as well. My cock kept convulsing inside of Gunnar's ass and I could felt his asshole constrict on my cock each time he squirted out. Meanwhile Jorgy kept cumming and cumming, at least as far as I could tell with my eyes closed. I felt myself get shot on the nose, my lips and finally a jet of sperm ended up in my mouth. That one was followed by at least two more before I felt more cum hitting my cheek. "Christ," I thought to myself, "If all three of them made that much cum they could float a small boat. I chuckled to myself as I stood there on the lanai recaling that first night reunion with the boys. I finished the cigarette and stubbed it out in the soil of a potted palm tree. "Can't sleep?" I heard from behind me and turned to see Evar coming through the sliding glass door toward me. God he was a sight to behold, they all were. For fifteen year old boys they had magnificent body's but the winning part for me was that they were all so sweet as well. His thick cock swayed as he came toward me and I felt my own cock twitch at the sight of him. "Yeah," I replied as he came up to me and kissed me on the lips then turned and backed into me, pushing his glorious ass against my softened cock and pulling my arms around his torso to hold him as we both stared out into the warm night. "I was just standing out here and got to thinking of that first night that we were back together. That was some reunion Evar. I doubt I'll ever forget it." The boy chuckled and said that none of them would. It had been four hours of sucking fucking touching licking body contact. We showered three times at least before collapsing onto the massive bed for the last time and sleeping almost until almost noon. To this day I can't think of anything in particular that was more outstanding than the other. It was almost a blur of raw sex. At one point I was on my back with Jorgy's rock hard cock buried to the hilt inside my ass while Evar sucked my cock and I sucked Gunnar. After Jorgy came he and Evar swapped places. Evar seemed to fuck with an intensity that Jorgy didn't have, or maybe it was just my imagination. No matter because the boy really did fuck the shit out of me, hammering into me, his large heavy balls whacking against me as he drove eight and an half inches of thick Swedish cock inside of me. We came together he and I, his sperm deep inside of me and mine into Jorgy's willing mouth. Despite having cum only a few hours before I felt myself begin to thicken, my cock trying to rise but being held down my Evar's firm young butt. The new pressure from my hardening cock was not lost on the drop dead cute teen ensconced in my arms. "It's waking up Jordon. Is it because of me or are you still thinking about that night?" I kissed his shoulder and he moved his head so I could kiss the soft spot in the crook of his neck. All three boys loved being kissed there which was cool because I loved doing it. "I was thinking of that night however your body has brought me back to reality," I whispered and the boy murmured his appreciation of my flattery. I let one hand start a slow descent, my fingers gently kneading against the firm muscle of his upper belly and downward to his pubic bone and then the soft downy curls of his pubic hair. Despite his youth and the supreme hardness that all three boy's cocks could achieve, Evar's cock wasn't standing up but more of a forty degree angle from his body, the weight of the thing causing it to do so. As I kneaded my fingers in his fuzz I could tell that his cock was hard and could feel it move as I moved the skin at its base. I stepped back enough to allow my hardened cock its freedom then stepped back, pushing the shaft against the cleft of Evar's butt. My upper hand found and manipulated a nipple while the other grasped onto his rigid shaft and stroked it a few times before moving under the stiff appendage to fondle and tug on his smooth balls. I had continued to kiss and suck at his neck, eliciting moans and shivers from him. "Oh god Jordon you get me so hot so fast. I don't know how you do it," he whispered, his voice husky with lust. "I want you to fuck me Jordon, right here on the lanai." I could find no argument with that. "Hold on baby," I told him and left the warmth of his body and went inside to return a moment later with a bottle of lube. I set it on the small table next to where we were standing and took Evar back into my arms and resumed my ministrations of his body. I stopped after a second and stepped back and pushed my cock downward then stepped forward, pushing my cock between the boys slightly spread legs. I felt my cock head graze against his balls and he closed his thighs, gently capturing me. I continued to kiss and suckle his neck as well as he ear and to fondle his cock, all the while slowly moving my cock to and fro between Evar's smooth thighs, his balls resting against my rigid flesh. For his part the boy moaned and murmured softly. We did need to keep things a little quiet. While we enjoyed one of the top floor penthouse condo's it was still possible that other residents could be on their lanai's and it wouldn't do that we provide an after hours show for them. I was planning on rimming the boy, burying my tongue in the wrinkled flesh of his smooth, shaved hole but as I started to drop down he stopped me. "No Jordon. I want you to fuck me, right now." One of the things that I'd learned early about the boys was their ability to have a cock stuffed inside their tight butts with little preparation. Perhaps it was because they were young and hot enough to light a match off of or the fact that they'd had plenty of practice taking each other's cocks inside their body. No matter the reason, when one of them said that they wanted to get fucked right away, they meant right away. I think that sometimes they liked the seeming brutality of being taken, of being dominated, of having to experience at least a little pain as their young bodies were taken over by me, or sometimes each other. I stepped away, grabbed the lube and slathered my cock as I returned to where Evar stood, his hands on the edge of the lanai wall and standing spread eagle, bent over and waiting. I quickly smeared his hole with lube, slightly sad that I hadn't been able to wash the area with my mouth first, then stepped up to him. I held my cock down and guided it to where I held a cheek open revealing my target and once my flesh touched his I pushed, sliding quickly inside of him. Evar grunted as I entered him but didn't tell me to stop so I didn't, holding on to his slender hips and pushing inward until my pubic hair touched the pale flesh of his inner cheeks. I didn't waste any time but immediately pulled about half way out before going back inside. There weren't any niceties here, I didn't start slow and build up speed but held tight to his hips and went straight into turbo fucking mode, pulling almost all the way out of the boy and slamming back inside of him. If anyone had been within hearing distance they could not have mistaken the steady rhythmic sound of flesh smacking against flesh as I hammered the young teen, cramming every inch of my cock deep inside his ass with each thrust. I have to admit that sometimes it was hot for me as well, the almost forced, animal like act of procreation, the domination aspect of sex. Evar was moaning almost loudly and had reached behind him to pull one of his cheeks open even wider as drove into him, my balls swinging back and forth like a pendulum. "Fuck me harder Jordon," he whispered, "Ram your big cock into me, hurt me with your cock Jordon," he went on, looking back over his shoulder at me, although with his eyes as closed as they were, how much he could actually see would be in question. I felt the familiar tingling and told the boy I was getting close. He nodded his head in understanding and moved his hand to his own cock and began jacking off as I continued to fuck the living hell out of him. And then I was there. Sometimes it happened like that, the tingling, then all of a sudden the rush as sperm raced up my shaft out into whatever world my cock was inhabiting at the time. Using my hands, I pushed the boy away from me on my out stroke and pulled him hard against me on the in stroke. "Oh yes Jordon, oh yes, oh Jesus fuck me hard, oh god," he groaned out as I slammed him, so hard it seemed as if there should have been bruises on his ass. I came as hard as I fucked, my cock shoving a ton of goo into Evar's ass and judging from the moaning and the contractions of his asshole on my cock I assumed that he was coming as well. I held him tight and ground my hips in a circle, forcing my cock into different positions inside his bowels and hopefully creating a variation of wonderful feelings for the boy. Things finally slowed; the fireworks of our sperming dimming until there was nothing left but the sound of our panting. I held him tight against me, keeping my cock buried inside of him as far as our physiology would allow. He finally started to stand upright and as he did I bent my legs slightly to accommodate him. He put both hands behind him and held on to my hips, helping to keep me inside of him as he stood and then leaned back against me. I wrapped my arms across his chest and held him tight, my cock still impaled inside his tight ass. I kissed his neck a couple of times then just stood there holding him while our breathing subsided. "God that was intense Jordon," he whispered to me. "Sometimes I just can't wait to get fucked, to have a cock inside of me and like tonight it's like, I dunno, almost like being raped, like being forced. Its very primitive you know," he ended; his turned backward to see if I understood what he meant. I kissed his cheek and told him I understood completely, that I felt the same way doing it, fucking him like that. "I came so hard," he said, turning his head back forward, and looking absently out toward the park and the ocean. He was quiet a while and before he spoke again, my cock softened and squished out of his ass, causing a slight moan. We continued to stand there, just as we'd started, with my arms wrapped around his chest. "I like Hawaii," he finally said quietly. "Perhaps we should buy a house here Jordon, what do you think?" "It's possible Evar. Certainly money isn't a problem and quite possibly it would be a sound investment. Would you like me to look into it?" He nodded his head and said we should talk it over with his brothers in the morning then amended his statement to reflect the fact that it was almost four in the morning and observing that the sky was beginning to lighten slightly. We broke apart and as we headed back inside snagged the lube from the table. All of us were very conscientious about not leaving signs of our activities lying about. I was positive that Thom knew that his nephew and I were involved in a sexual relationship. I was the only other person that slept in their suite no matter where we went. I think that the man approved of the situation on a variety of levels, not the least of which was a topic that the boys and I had discussed that first night during a lull in our sexual adventures. "You know Jordon that we want you with us all the time," Evar started. "We're growing boys," "We have our needs," "And we can't be having sex with other people," "Because it would put our reputations in danger," "And besides how would it look to our fans," "If they thought we were little sluts," "And having sex all the time?" It always amazed me when they did that, each boy taking a turn in the discussion and picking up where another left off without missing a beat and creating a seamless conversation. They were right of course. There were plenty of people hanging around that would have loved to be naked and romping with the triplets, men and women alike and of all ages. And why not? The boys were A-one hotties, sweet, kind and even tempered, and extremely intelligent. While not quite a household word they were getting there very fucking fast and all of those things mad them very desirable. Hell as it was they practically got propositioned every night and it seemed as if everyone was flirting with them. And of course people being who they are, it wouldn't have taken long before the tabloids got wind of something, the more unscrupulous ones offering a ton of money to anyone who could say that they'd bedded the hot young teens. As it was there was plenty of speculation, some of it about their sexuality. Then too there was the problem of diseases as well as the public image of the boys, who were seen as red blooded boys at an age where they should have an eye for the women. No, the public didn't need to know that my employers liked cock and were not even remotely interested in the other stuff. As it was they got bombarded with questions about what girls they were seeing or who they were attracted to and, having taken on the added duty as their publicist, I had to weave a fine tale that we'd all agreed on about the boys feeling that they were too young to date, not having time to do so, and being too interested in their music for the time being. No, the arrangement was a good one for everyone and I saw that from the very beginning. As I sat having coffee in their hotel room that Sunday morning after my first concert with them, I pondered my situation. Thom and I had talked quite a bit while the boys went through their rehearsal and sound check at the civic center on Saturday. I had no problem quitting my job; I was ready for a change, for something more challenging. I didn't have any real attachment to my home or the city I lived in. My family lived a thousand miles away and although we were close, we didn't see each other all that often. The biggest concern that I had was the job. If I understood things correctly, understood all of what they wanted me to do, I was going to need help. How to go about it was the question because there was no way in hell I could do it all by myself.