Chapter twenty nine


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    I wanted a quiet time so I led the troop through the house to a room at the south end of the west wing. The west wing had two guest bedrooms and a blank wall at the end of the hall. I pressed the wall and it opened to a twenty five by forty foot room with twelve double recliners in it. Three recliners sat on a row two feet above the row in front of it. Two steps down to the next row and so on for a total of four rows. Behind each row of seats was a low cabinet with drawers and doors. The recliners had a fold down arm in between the two seats so that two people could sit cuddled together or fold down the center arm rest as they wished. The cabinets were free standing on the floor in front of the final row. A ten foot wide empty floor was between that and the wall which was a full window from floor to ceiling, the ceiling being sixteen feet tall at that end. A plush padded window seat ran the width of the room allowing one to sit and look out or down at the panoramic view below. And the view was spectacular through the window.
    At the window we were ten feet below the main floor of the house and all the way past the pool deck and behind the guest house on ground level. The boys were all trying to get their bearings as to exactly where they were. I explained that they could look over the rail along the edge of the cliff at the back of the house and look down at this window which was gold tinted from outside and painted to look like the rock face so that it was hard to see from the property some fifty feet below.
    I had the boys take a seat and pushed a button on my control console. The thick ceiling area near the window began to swing downward. It was twelve inches thick and contained several speakers as well as lighting. The lights turned off as the segment hinged down, covering the window like a canopy closing down. As the panel sealed against the window it became obvious that we were in a home theater with floor to ceiling red velvet curtains and dark carpet. It now looked like a small movie theater. The screen filled the end wall with a 16:9 reflective coated movie screen painted on the movable panel. Over all the screen was sixteen feet wide which afforded a nice picture. The room was sealed. No windows or other light pollution sources. There were twelve inches of sound deadening insulation in the walls and ceiling. Twelve inch speakers in the panel served as the front speakers for the surround sound system. The sub woofer was in the window seat below the now closed screen. With the lights off and the door shut one was in absolute darkness that was completely void of any sound. One could hear their own heart beat. It would strike terror in most hearts to be in the room in a power failure so for that reason I had three battery operated emergency lights so anyone could find their way out. The door was spring loaded and nine inches thick. It would open at a touch, from either side.
    I had a 3600 lumen LCD projector hooked to a state of the art presentation system, satellite TV, DVD, PVR, 1800 watt surround system w/ 500 watt, 18" sub woofer. I could blow the cock hairs off of my audience, heh, heh, heh. The theater had four rows of three, fully reclining, love seats each, set in stadium style so that no one had to look around the person in front of him. I had everything set to my seat on the middle of the second row for optimum sound and viewing pleasure. The two middle seats were the prime seats in the house. The arm rest between the seats contained the computer controlled remotes. I could control everything in the house from these chairs. I could dim lights, lock doors, access the CCTV system or start the coffee pot. Yes, I could even start a movie. I hit the power button and sat back.
    A DVD was loading. I didn't remember leaving a DVD in the player. I did have five, one hundred disk changers on the system so maybe I didn't unload it the last time I was in here. When the DVD started to play I knew that I had done what I should, but poor Cas was totally embarrassed. In larger than life, living color, Cas was on the screen with a half a dozen other well built and well endowed men having what could only be described as the orgy from hell. Cas had several of his friends that he had met at the college center for gay and lesbian youth doing the dirty.
    Well what do you think? Did I turn it off and apologize? Hell no, I watched it. Nine hard dicks were being loved by their individual owners as the scenes played out on the screen. All of the boys in the movie were obviously eighteen so I wasn't worried about Cas. He later told me that he had met several boys of all ages there, but they had an understanding, no pictures of any underage guys that could identify either player. This kind of shit would be serious prison time in a state that has made the Salem Witch hunts look tame. Arizona has a law that states, "If in doubt, decide in favor of the child." If a person is accused of a child crime, especially a sex charge he can count on doing time, even if the charge cannot be proven. The charge is enough to fill the state's prisons.
    Cas had opened a whole new game for me. I knew where I needed to get involved. I turned to Turner. He had told me a few months back that he was trying to get a program into his school. I asked him how it was going. In the meantime I had the menu scrolling on the screen so that the boys could pick a movie.
    Turner was hitting blank walls everywhere. He had sniffed out several gay students, but they were too afraid to come forth. No one wants to be outed and they felt that such a group would be an automatic announcement to the world of, "look at me, I'm queer." We have all seen the raging fags who are queer and proud, but they are few and not so easy to find. For everyone of them I would hazard a guess that there are hundreds still in the closet. There are even more than that that are struggling with their identities and hoping they aren't really gay, they just like to look at boys. Some even like to suck a cock, or want to, but they're not gay.
    Oh yes, I remember those days. I was such a frightened little twelve year old seventh grader. I loved to look at other guy's pee pees and by the time I turned thirteen I was stroking myself as I thought about how it would feel to have someone suck on mine. I knew one guy that I wanted to suck me. I never got that chance. One day after school in my eighth grade year I found out what it was like to suck a dick. I got behind a garage with a boy as we walked home. I got down on my knees and put his little pecker in my mouth. He was the same age as me and his dick was about a half inch wide. I don't know how long it was, he just stuck it out of his fly. I put it in my mouth and then stood up. He put it away and we walked away. I don't remember ever seeing him again. I don't even remember who he was.
    I do know that I did it again a few months later. This time with a boy across the street. He sat on the toilet and I sat on the edge of the bath tub facing him. He was taking a dump and he let his hard four inch cock stand up. He begged me and I tried it, over and over again for about three months. He jacked off afterwards and I saw his cum a few times, but I was fifteen before I tasted of that nectar. Charley was my first cum donor. His cum turned me into a fag. I haven't had my cum thirst quenched since the first time I drank of it.
    I had to move around the room and take eight sweet loads as I made my way down memory lane. No one said anything, they just watched me and listened as I told my story. That broke the ice and each of them told of their first times. I had heard most of the stories, but it was fun hearing them again. They were still being told as we lay together in my bed that night. I had asked for the opportunity to sleep alone with Pete as we renewed our friendship. After story time we were alone. I had to have this rock solid GI. I had wanted to part his thighs since the day I met him, but I wanted it to be in love. Oh, what a night.

    Alright, alright. Sorrrie. Give a guy a break, why don't ya? I just figured you'd been reading this story this long you would know everybody's stories. I'll tell it again for those of you who were paying attention. For those who weren't you were probably so busy stroking your own tiny ego, tweezers in hand with magnifying glass close by in case it got dropped…all right enough of the insults. It is my fault for not telling each story again. Some of them may not have been told so this lllooooonnnnnnggggg chapter will spell it out for you.
Confessions on how each boy became a cock sucker.

Better? Good.
    I'll start with the boys as they were introduced to you in the story, but I will let them tell you in their own words.

Turner 14
    My name is Turner Steven Youngman. I am fourteen years old and should be an underwear model, that's what Chris says. I have a big package for a little kid. I like wearing briefs that are two sizes too small. I really fill out the pouch and every boy looks at me. I am only five foot five inches tall and kind of on the thin side. I have nice muscles, but they are not huge, bulging things that make me look like a steroid junkie. I have a nice cock that hangs almost five inches soft and it never loses any thickness when it is soft. Chris calls me a shower, not a grower. Anyway it swells out to a hefty, mouth watering six inches with a full flower on the end awaiting your kiss. My balls are huge. They are almost the same size as Chris's. I have bigger balls than any of the other guys in the house. I like to wear my brown hair short. It offsets my angular face and my pale blue eyes. People love to look into my eyes. They say that they can see the universe in them.
    I had this friend that I have known since forever. He and I kind of learned everything we know with each other at our side. We started to jack off and later suck each other when we were about twelve. I have sucked his older brother, but he is so much full of himself that he is just plain rude to be around. I liked his big dick until I met Chris. I have no time for children anymore. But no matter 'cause he moved away somewhere.
    Chris helped me to find my brother and bring him home. He set my brother and I up in the house our parents left us. He takes care of our money so that we have everything we need. He is the best father a boy could ever want. I am back in my old school and I have never been happier. I am working with two teachers to try and get a gay club started. I know that there are a lot of guys like me now and I want them to feel safe and normal.

Tyler 18
    Hey, I'm Tyler Jacobs Youngman. I'm Turner's big bro. I ran away because I couldn't fight everyone cause I'm gay. My old lady freaked out. My old man was a puss and just walked away. I found an old dude that liked my cute young ass and he sucked me and fucked me for his own pleasure then threw me out when I got too old for him.
     Luckily for me my baby brother never gave up on me. He brought Chris into our lives and made me see that I am somebody, not just a faggot. I am going to the university and I plan to make something of my life. I have a good friend here in the house. His name is Cas. He goes to the university and he is going to help me with my study habits.
    I'm nothing special. I stand five foot nine and weigh about one hundred and forty five pounds. I have a tiny little six and a half inch uncut cock. I love to suck and I love to top. I think I know who I want as a boyfriend. I just hope that he wants me.

Pete 18
    "Hi, I'm Pete, Peter Oskar Engblahm. Oskar Engels was my mother's dad and I got his name, except I got a peter, wanta see, pervert. Yeah, I'm Swedish. I stand five feet nine inches tall. I am very light skinned and have blonde hair, almost yellow, but pale. I keep it cut short because it is very curly and looks like I just stepped out of a permanent saloon. Chris wants to see me let it grow a little. I love him. Don't let him know because he loves all of us so much, I don't think he could choose a favorite, except maybe Cory. God, that is one fine kid. I know why Chris loves him, he is so sweet and cute, grrrrrrrrrr, I want to eat him up.
    Anyway, me. Let's see…oh, you want the good stuff. Well, I am on the thin side, but I love to work out. The military taught me that. I am pretty cut. I exercise every day. I really like the idea that Chris and Cory like to run daily. They have a really nice green belt all throughout his neighborhood. I put my meter on my leg one morning and we took the full course. It is just shy of eight miles as we wound around and back through the entire area, but only covered maybe a mile north to south and a little over two east to west. Chris knows some really neat shortcuts through the neighborhood so we left the green belt at one spot and cut through a yard or two to catch it at its beginning behind the next row of houses. We only had to outrun one huge dog. I thought I was going to be its breakfast. That sucker had teeth.
    Leave me alone, I'm telling my story my way. Cory is playing with my ears and telling me to hurry up. I may have to stop and play with him, but it won't be his ears. I love it here. We all love each other. Some guys are lovers, but we all like to suck cock. Chris has one rule, no means no. If someone wants to suck me and I don't say no I get an awesome blow job. I like kicking back watching TV and some dude crawls up between my legs and goes down on me. I like it more when it's me crawling.
    My arms are my favorite. I love to stand in front of the mirror and flex my body. I may be two years older, but I would love to have Jerry's body. Oh, his muscles are so fine. I love to just feel him up. He likes to be rubbed and Tim doesn't get mad if one of us wants to paw his boy. He got off on me getting hot over giving Jerry a rubdown, and crawled under me to suck me off as I bent over and sucked Jerry.
    My cock is six and three quarters long and Chris likes to know how big around it is so he measures us, often. I am five and a half around at about mid-shaft. My cock is the same thickness from the base to the head. I am a military brat from the outset so I was born in a military hospital in Bonn, Germany. The military doctors know a lot more about men then the doctors elsewhere, I guess. At least they know how to cut a dick. Yeah, I was have a circy, but it is different than all of the guys here. I have, what Chris calls, a semi-circy. I have enough foreskin to come up onto my cock when I'm soft. When I'm super soft it completely covers me like the guys who are uncut, but it doesn't bunch up into that cute little flower like Cassy has. Oh, please don't tell him I called him that. He is just so cute. I have a very prominent, helmet shaped head, Chris says it is the Aryan blood in me, I wear a Nazi helmet on my cock. He is a riot, strange, but a riot.
    Oh, yeah, how I became a cocksucker. Well I don't know if I was born a fag or became one. Sorry for the word, but my old man…I love him and I miss him, but I guess I'll never see him again now that he knows what I am. He is a lady chasing Marine. He and my mother divorced when I was little. She stayed in Germany, where I was born and I came with dad to the U.S. He married a black haired woman who was so strange. She had an little brother who lived with her. He was fourteen, I was five. He liked to jack off, a lot, and I liked to watch. I was fascinated with his huge cock and the juice he would shoot out of it. I tried to shoot, but all I did was to wear my cock raw. It hurt for days.
    Dad divorced her and lived with another woman for a year or two when I was ten to about twelve. She liked men and boys and had many of them over when dad was at work. I had a secret. There was a panel between my closet and dad's. I could crawl into his closet and be behind all of the long clothes. Their closet door didn't stay shut. I could push it just a little and see right up to their bed. This bitch was fucking and sucking other guys while my dad was paying her bills. I hated her. I liked watching her suck the guys though. She must have been good. Some of them would pull out of her skanky cunt and tell her she was better with her mouth. She never disappointed them, I think she really liked to suck dick better.
    The next woman dad hooked up with was a real butch woman. I mean she could probably outfight dad. She was one tough bitch. She had the kind of muscles I wanted. That's when I started working out. I would go to the base gym and work out after school everyday. I met some of the jar heads and they liked me, especially when they found out that Gunny was my old man. I never learned where he got his nick name, but the men at the gym always said that my dad could out shoot any man in the corps.
    By the time I was seventeen I had a pretty good body. My best friend and I had been spending a lot of time together and he was perving on my build. Dad had been on this base longer than anywhere I could remember and I had made some really close friends. It wasn't until two weeks after my eighteenth birthday that I found out how close of a friend I had. His name was Jacob. His father was the Jewish Chaplin for the base. Jacob loved my blonde hair, especially my blonde pubes. He liked to rub his hand around in them and of course this would get me hard. He did this twice and the next time I told him that he was going to have to jack me off if he got me worked up. He didn't falter. He took my cock in his hand and I melted into his bed. I told him that he better put his mouth on it because I was going to cum and didn't want to make a mess. The fucker did it. I was shocked. He actually put my cock in his mouth and let me cum right into his throat. It felt so fucking good.
    I didn't say a word. I just let it be and waited for him to say something. He didn't get up or anything. He just lay there with his face right beside my thigh and went to sleep. It was about eight o'clock. I called my dad and told him that I was going to stay over so that Jacob and I could finish studying a subject that had come up. He said it was okay. I hung up the phone. Jacob was laying on his bed looking at me. "Was that the same subject that came up a minute ago?"
    I told him that it was and that we should study it a little more. My cock was rock hard and pointing at him. He reached for it and pulled me back to his bed. He was still laying with his head toward the foot of the bed, but he had pulled his body up so that he was entirely on the bed now. I lay down where I had been before and found his cock right in front of my face. I knew what I was going to do, but I wanted to be sure about Jacob.
    He did not disappoint me. As soon as my cheeks were on the sheets his upper cheeks were sucking on my meat. I played monkey see monkey do and sucked his five inch pecker all of the way into my mouth. I no sooner got him in my mouth as he shot his load. He was on top of me fucking in and out of my mouth so I just wrapped my arms around him and let him fuck. He was doing a number on me as he kept up his assault. I couldn't believe that he had just shot his cum in my mouth yet he was still hard. I was so fucking horny that he could have done anything he wanted to me right then. My cum was on the rise and I began to fuck up into his mouth as he quickened his pace. In moments we were firing huge globs of cum back and forth into each other's mouths as we tried to shove our cock all the way through each other's heads.
    That night began six of the best weeks of my life then dad got orders. I was crushed. I had never known a home. The time that we had spent on that base was the best of my life. We were in Kansas City, MO. I loved the town, the countryside, and the people, I was in love with Jacob. The two of us cried like little children as I told him that I had to move away. I hated my dad, I hated the Corp. I made a big mistake. I decided that I would leave dad and go out on my own. I knew I couldn't stay with Jacob. I would not be allowed on base once dad was gone. I only saw one way out, I enlisted in the Air Force.
    I was off to basic and I didn't even look back. I didn't write home. I left everything behind me. I enjoyed being around so many other guys my age. I got to see lots of cock. The showers were kind of private, but most of the guys liked to show off their stuff, I did too. We just hung our towels around our neck and shaved with it all hanging out. There was hardly ever an erection or beginning of one, that would have been too queer for the Air Force, but I loved to lay in my bunk at night and listen to the heavy breathing and the skin slapping sounds of five or six horny guys in different parts of the room. I hope I am not that noisy when I go at myself because their noise almost always made me go at it twice and a few times, more.
    I was in Mississippi when I met Aaron. He was nice. He wasn't all that cute, but he was ripped He was hung nicely. We became friends. He had a car so we started hanging out and having a few beers. One night he was real mellow. We went to the beach and just lay on a table looking at the sky and getting drunk. Aaron was at the friendly stage of drunk and he wanted to hold me and hug me. He groped me, I fondled him. He told me he loved me. I took his cock out of his pants and stroked him. He looked at me. His eyes got wide and he got up and ran away. A few minutes later I heard his car start up and he drove away.
    I sat there and cried. I had fucked up. Now my military carrier was shit. My dad would not let me come home. I fucked it all up. There were two six packs left and I sat there and drank them all. The next thing I knew there was God standing there looking at me. He held out his hand to me and led me off. A few minutes later I was sitting, with a cup of coffee in my hand, at the table where I had stewed my brain and obviously died. There was a box of donuts in front of me so I figured this was my first meal. I began to come to.
    Chris walked up in nothing, but the smallest of Speedos. I could see his huge cock that was barely contained in the small piece of cloth. I wanted so much to drop to my knees and chew that flimsy material away and suck the cock snot out of the beautiful man meat they covered. The softest, most commanding voice I ever heard asked me if I wanted some eggs. I waved a donut in his face. "Oh shit, he is going to think I am some kind of a retard."
    A little later Chris came up to me and offered to wash my uniform. I looked down and saw that I was covered in puke. I was so embarrassed. Chris helped me to get the filthy thing off. He went to his knees and untied my combat boots. He pulled my pants up and pulled out the blousing rings then unbuckled my belt. He unbuttoned my pants and let them fall below my butt then pushed me back so that I fell into a sitting position on the table. He took my boots off and pulled off my pants. He took off my socks in such a sensuous way that I felt he was loving me. My cock began to throb. I would do anything he asked of me.
    He helped me empty all of my pockets as I stood there staring at his beautiful body. He is at least twice as old as me, but I loved to look at him. I wanted to see all of him. He pointed at my underwear. I pulled it off. He pulled his swim suit off. I went hard to attention. He said something about bed. I ran as fast as I could to the back of his house. I saw a bed and I got on it. In moments he had my dick in his mouth and I had his in mine. I never knew that a dick could be as big as his was. I had never had the chance to hold an uncut dick. He had so many things about him that were so great. I never wanted to let go of him. His cum was ambrosia. It actually sobered me up. As I filled his mouth with cum I knew that I was in bed with the only person in the world that I will ever love. I wanted to be there for the rest of my life.
    We lay and talked afterwards. He made me tell him all about me. I have never been one to talk much, but somehow Chris wanted to know who I was. I wanted to know about him, but he continued to make me go on like a babbling fool. He went out to put my uniform in the dryer. When he returned he was hard again and I couldn't resist it. As soon as his ass hit the bed I went down on him. He pulled me on top of him and lifted me up and down. I took awhile to figure out that he wanted me to fuck his face. I did. I'll tell you now, a blow job is great, especially when Chris is the one giving it, but when I began to fuck…
    Every part of my body was involved. I was making motions for my lover and I was in control. Chris made me take over as he caressed my whole being with his love. I couldn't get my dick far enough into his mouth. I needed that more than food or water. My body ached to be part of what I was doing as I channeled my love through my dick into the wonderful man beneath me. His cock was all of the way into my throat. I could not breathe around the huge rod, but I was not about to let go of it. I wanted to swallow him and his dick was the first thing in line.
    I am sure that I have never had a more satisfying climax. The cum came from deep in my soul and gathered strength from everywhere in me as it forced its way out through my dick in the most powerful ejaculation in my life. I was limp and let my body fall on top of him. I was not about to let go of his cock as I learned to breathe around it. My cock was so sensitive that I could hardly contain myself, but there was no way that I was going to withdraw and end the perfect union. Then Chris did the most amazing thing.
    He pushed against my hips and lifted me until my soft cock popped from the fantastic suction he had on it. He lay me back down on him as he spread my legs wide. I felt him shift around until, I swear, he had his mouth over my ass hole and his tongue was working in my crack. I melted right there. I had never…would never…could not ever think of anything better. I wanted that man with me always. His tongue went to my shit hole. It was possible…he had found it, another way to make me absolute putty. He could make me into anything he wanted. I was his, then, now, and forever. I don't have a clue as to what he was doing except making me a quivering, quaking, composite of gelatinous protoplasm. In that time he made me into what I am today, a hot for my man homosexual, cock sucking, queer boy.
    Okay, you're on the mountain top. You look around and can see that there is no other place to go, but back down, right? Huh, you have never been in bed with Chris. His fingers did the walking. Right up into my ass hole his fingers marched on. I was being invaded like never before and I was standing by the side of the street waving a flag and welcoming the parade as it passed by. Chris hurt me so bad. He pulled my favorite meal from my mouth and moved between my legs. He bent over and began to suck my ass with so much more power and love than before. He put his fingers back in and looked me in the eye as he smiled at me. I melted in his gaze as I gave myself to him in every way. I was sure now what he wanted and if he wanted it, he could have it. "Anything for you, dear."
    He moved toward me and I felt his huge cock head at my hole. I spread my legs and longed for the moment that he would again be inside me, only now from the opposite end. He could cum at me from anyplace in my body or on it. I was in seventh heaven as I felt his long schlong slide inside me. Lust overcame me as I gave up myself to him to have and to hold. He moved onward and upward as I felt myself fill up like nothing I had ever thought of before. I felt so full. I felt as if I had the biggest shit in the world waiting to happen. I felt good. All of that ended when he began to pull back out. I could see my dreams shattered before me then he stopped and pushed back in. He slid his cockhead across my prostate and the stars came out. He did this again and again as I molded my body to fit his. I moved a bit and his cock settled into the saddle. I have never know such bliss existed. No movie, no book, no sordid or bawdy tale in the barracks ever prepared me for the absolute feeling of becoming one with my lover.
    All to soon it was over and he withdrew. We spent time licking our creamy offerings from each other until we were interrupted by the call of nature. We dashed to the bathroom, but he pulled me into the shower with him. He held me tight as he peed on me, I peed back. We stood there with our cocks pressed against each other between our bellies as our lips created a vacuum seal between us. We rebreathed each other's air as our pee warmed our souls and trickled down our legs.
    He turned on the shower and washed me with his beautiful hands. He had the sweetest smelling shampoo, like a forest of fragrance of pine and open air. He continued to hold me close as he washed my back and my ass with fresh smelling soap. He showed me an unopened bar. He has the soap and shampoo made for him. By the time our shower was over I was a new man, ready to face the world. We heard the ding of the timer and walked outside, still naked, to find my dreaded clothes. I never wanted to wear anything, ever again except Chris.
    He dressed me. He got down on his knees and pulled my socks on. He pulled my shorts on and kissed my dick. He pulled my stiffening dick through the slit of my boxers and let it hang out as he pulled my tee shirt on. He slipped my blouse on and buttoned it so sensuously that I yelled out that I was about to cum. He sucked my cock and got every drop then pulled against me and kissed me, snowballing my own cum back into my mouth. Next he pulled my pants on and tucked everything in. He began to button my pants letting my limp cock hang free to the very end. After my boots were laced he took one last long turn of his tongue around my still wilted cock. I loved how it felt in his mouth all soft and like that.
    He stood up and grabbed a pair of his shorts from the dryer and I fell down before him and worshiped his lengthy cock once again. I was amazed at how big it really is. I took all of it into my throat and began to work him. I let my hand find its way to his crack. He spread his legs for me and let me play with his pucker. My finger went in, but it wouldn't slide. He softly told me that I needed to wet it with my spit. Doing this made it go right up in him and his cock throbbed in my hungry mouth. I began to fuck my finger in and out as he suddenly filled me with his voluminous cock honey. I was swallowing with all speed within me to get it all down inside and not let it spill out onto my clean uniform, although that would have meant getting naked and washing it again. Humm, another time to be together.
    He was drained and kind of leaned back against his motor home. I hadn't ever realized that his house was on wheels. I was drunk. Chris picked up the contents of my pockets and found my blousing rubbers. Chris bent over and put them on as we heard a vehicle. Chris hurried to pull his shorts up and pulled on a tee shirt. I saw the nose of a blue truck. "Uh oh, APs," I thought.(air police, same as MPs) Chris and I moved toward the truck and I saw my first sargent and Aaron. "Oh shit, I'm in it now!"
    Aaron was babbling about having to puke and going over by his car and then he forgot that I was there. He was so drunk that he drove off. He was arrested as he got to the gate of the base and spent the night in jail for DUI. Top had just got him out of jail and asked him if he had seen me when he remembered leaving me. Top drove him out there looking for me.
    The ride back was tense as I worried about what Aaron remembered. He got an article fifteen for being drunk and lost his base driving privileges for sixty days. They did nothing to me. Aaron and I got together and I found out that he was gay and really was turned on that night. We found some places to be alone where we could suck each other, but only one at a time as we always had to stand up. He came up with the idea of doing it in a staff car which was a disaster, for both of us. We got caught. I don't know where he is. I don't have an address or anything. I guess I'll never know.
    Now I am at Chris's house. I hope that he will let me stay forever. I don't know what our future will hold, but a boy has to have his dreams. I love you, Chris.

Jim 14
    Hi there, I'm James Thaddeus Watkins. I am fourteen, but I look like a little kid. I only stand five feet high and am kind of skinny, I guess. I have a big five and a half inch dick that is the most funnest thing to have, unless it is someone else's hard dick. I love to suck dicks. I had only done it once with this kid I knew at school. He made me do him in the park one day. He didn't have too work to hard to make me do him because I wanted to do it. I really liked it, but was afraid to do it again until I met Chris. God, what a cock. I love that in me anyway I can get it. And his cum, I want it in a bottle so I can have a glass full anytime.
    Chris saved my life when he rescued me from a truck stop in Alabama. I don't know what I would have done or where I would have gone. I guess I would finally find my grandmother, but Chris found her for me at once and made me feel good. I felt loved for the first time since my dad was murdered.
    Anyway, Chris found two more horny guys like me and we sucked each other and fucked each other for over a week. Tim has a big dick and I got real horny. We were at Universal Studios and we went behind this one ride. I pulled my pants down and let him fuck me as the ride was going by us just a couple of feet away. Tim was sucking my cock afterwards when I looked up and saw the people on the ride staring at us. We pulled our pants up and ran out of there.
    Chris took me to my grandmother and we lived in Georgia for awhile until I found out that my step bitch had lied to me and tried to steal everything my dad had left for me. She is going to trial here in Tucson in January and I have to go tell the court what she did to me. Alabama has her in prison for leaving me at the truck stop, but she will get out in two more years. Arizona says they can take her from Ala. and put her in prison here for ten more years. Yeah!!
    She had this old boy that she married and he turned out to be a scuzzball. He was always rubbing his hand over my cock or butt. When the police found him in Mississippi they found out that he was an escaped child molester from Oregon. He had raped twelve boys there and is serving one hundred and sixty four years. When he gets out he has to serve two and a half years for abandoning me in Ala. and another fifteen years for fondling me. I don't think that he will ever live to go to jail in Alabama.
    Anyway, I got a house and a car and a RV and a neat grandmother. I have a boyfriend, I think. At least he says he wants to be my boyfriend. He is fifteen, but he is smaller than me, but fuck that dude has a dick. I kind of like a guy named Lew also. I don't know if I want Lew or Will, is that sick?

(Editor's note: Remember that each of the boys have typed their own stories up and left them on the computer. I just did a cut and paste as I put them in the order as each boy was introduced to the story. Some of the stories overlap and don't seem consistent. If you want perfection go to Bookman's or Border's and buy a professionally edited book. Nyah!!)

Jerry 16
    Shit, Pete's story was hot. I don't know what Chris is going to think when he reads this. I wasn't going to tell how I feel, but after reading Pete's story and talking to him I guess I will. The one I worry about is Cory though. That boy can't see anything, but cocks and Chris. If every cock in the world were attached to Chris he would be okay. To make matters worse I hear that Jim is on his way to town. That boy would live and eat Chris. He is a maniac where my man is concerned.
    Don't get me wrong, I love Tim. Tim and I have been though some shit and I guess that I look at Chris as our savior. He rescued us from some serious shit. Tim is the only person I ever fucked around with before we met Chris and I really believe that God sent Chris to us because He knew what was going to happen. Please don't think it blasphemy when I say that. I love Jesus with all of my heart and Chris has revealed Him to all of us in ways that we can understand His love for us. Jesus Christ is Lord and will always be the guide to my life. I know that He loves me and understands why I am like I am.
    My name is Jerry Semyon Thompson. I'm sixteen and I just escaped from hell. My dad thinks he knows Jesus and he beat me until I believed his way. He almost beat Jesus out of me. It was not until I found real love and forgiveness that I knew who my Lord really is. I never had a sex life or even a sex thought. A few weeks after I turned fifteen I was hanging around the truck stop. People throw all kinds of things away there. I have some great CDs. Some kid's mother was yelling at him and she took all of his CDs, his Walkman AM/FM CD player, carrying case, extra batteries, and everything and chucked it then they drove away. I grabbed it before somebody else did.
    One time I was looking to see what I could find and I found these really good porno books with guys actually fucking girls and covering their tits with their cum. I took some of the books and hid them. I showed them to my best friend Tim. He showed me the pictures of girls with huge cocks in their mouths. He told me that that was so fucking hot. I told him I didn't know what they were doing. I was naïve. He told me that they were jacking the guy off with their mouth. I asked about the cum and he told me that they swallowed it. He told me he would show me if I wanted. I wanted.
    Now jacking off was about the most fun thing I had ever discovered. I loved it and I did it as often as I could. Every night I would jack off before I fell asleep. It got to where I couldn't get to sleep without a long stroke session. When Tim took my cock in his mouth I shot my load at once. He was disappointed. He wanted to show me what it was all about. I promised him that he could do it again. I told him that I would try to do him to make up for it. He was excited about that. He pulled his pants down. It was the first time I had ever seen another guy's hard dick. It was so big and it had a hood. He pulled his skin back and showed me that he looked just like mine. He thumbed through the books until he found three or four pictures of uncut cocks to show me that he was not that unusual.
    He held his skin back and I put his cock in my mouth. I liked it. I just kept sucking on it. My dick got hard and Tim told me lie down. He went down the opposite way and began to suck me. It felt so good and I really liked sucking him. He began to go up and down on me and so I did the same thing. In moments I felt my mouth was all hot and I had to spit or something, my mouth was full. I pulled off of his dick as a big blob of cum shot me right on the end of my nose. I realized that he had cum in my mouth. It tasted alright and I had cum in his mouth so I tried swallowing. It was kind of salty and bitter, but it was okay. I felt like I was about to cum again so I swallowed and put his cock back into my mouth. Now let me tell you, there is no better feeling than to cum when you have a big ass cock like Tim's down deep in your mouth. I was sucking him and pumping my cock in and out of his mouth so hard. I wanted him to cum again as I banged on him. He did. That fool was horny and he cummed again, right into my mouth. I did not pull off. I let him cum and cum until we were both so sensitive that we had to stop. He told me that is what is going on in the pictures, but the guys there aren't getting the best, they don't have a dick to suck on at the same time. I agreed with him.
    Well anyway, Tim and I have been sucking each other ever since, almost two years now. Chris showed us how to love each other and I now know that I do love Tim, with all of my heart. I can't think about being without him except that my heart aches and I start to cry. When he was hurt by his dad I cried.
    Now that we have done the big thing, you know, fuck, I so love him so much more. I know that he loves me. We are so grateful to Chris and we love him so much. He is our life's blood and we owe him. There is nothing we won't do to protect him. We found out that he was afraid of us turning him in. If the police ever find out about us we will lie to our death about ever doing anything that would cause this man any trouble. And I love his big ass dick up my ass once in awhile. I know that he loves me and won't hurt me. He makes me feel good to be a boy.
    Oh, sorry. I was supposed to tell you about me, not just my story. Well let's see, I am about the most gorgeous guy that ever walked into your life. I am a gymnast and am agile and limber. I can bend in ways that most people could never begin to. For instance I can sit on the floor and bend over and suck my cock head. I can lay on my back and put my legs over my head and suck my whole cock. Tim and I discovered this one night when he went to fuck me. If you can do it it is great to suck your cock, right up to your balls. I can see my ass hole as Tim fucks his huge tool in and out of me. I love it. I get so fucking turned on that I cum gallons and almost drown myself. Tim doesn't like it because he wants to eat my cum so we stop before I cum, most of the time.
    I have been working on Tim and he can get about three inches of his cock in his mouth while I fuck him. I let him cum himself and he likes that. Tim likes my brown hair and brown eyes. He says I have three brown eyes and he loves to look deep into each of them. He has only fucked one of them and that's fine with me. He is satisfied with my seven inch cock. His is so much bigger and he loves it when Chris or even Cas fucks him. Cas can stretch a guy's ass out so that he will have trouble holding his shit for days.
    Okay, have I said it all now. Cory says I did good so I will end it here.

Tim 16
    It's my turn. This will take time, I don't know how to type. I have to go back and correct my many errors. Well, me. I am Tim Mark, I'm sixteen, born in August of nineteen eighty nine. I have a big old fat eight and a half inch uncut cock. It is so much fun to play with. I am no jock and no brain either. Jerry helps me do my homework and my grades are a little better this year. They were, I don't know what is going to happen with school now.
    I was thirteen and back in the swamp with my fishing boat. I have a ten foot long flat bottom swamp boat and I like to go deep back in the swamp's backwater where the big catfish are. I was rowing along one day and I heard voices. I rowed over to this little spit that is just barely out of the water and saw two boys, about my age or older. They had piled French Moss on the ground and were laying naked on top of it sucking each other's dick. I yelled at them to run. They jumped up and I pointed behind them at a twelve foot gator lumbering toward them. He was just far enough away that when he lunged he was short by a foot or two. The boys ran to my boat and jumped in. The gator was lumbering off so I ran and scooped up their clothes and jumped back into the boat and rowed like a maniac to get out of there.
    I rowed out to where we felt safe and I stopped to get a breath. They were still naked and shaking. I asked them what they had been doing. They were afraid to say anything until I remembered one of them was named Claude. He went to my school. The other boy did too, but I didn't know his name then. They later told me it was Earl. I told them that I wouldn't say anything if they would show me what they were doing with each other's dicks in their mouths.
    I rowed about fifty feet over to a small island that had steep banks about a foot or so above the water. I beached the boat and climbed up onto the higher ground. I led them into a thicket of trees where my hiding place was. An old deserted shack. I opened the door and let them in then I shut the door and put a two by four against it so nothing could get in. I had some big cardboard boxes broken down and stuck up on the walls to keep dry. I pulled those down and put them on the floor so we could stay dry. I took off my clothes. They were surprised to see a thirteen year old with a six inch cock. I said, "Show me."
    Claude knelt down and began to suck me. I just sank to the floor, it felt so good. Earl began to suck Claude so I moved around and sucked Earl. Right then I became a bonafide cock sucker. We each sucked everybody else and I got two loads of cum from each of them. I don't know how much I cummed. I lost track after six. I was so horny I couldn't stand it.
    I got home late that night and my old man was drunk and in one of his moods. He shoved me in my room and made me strip. He sat on my bed and stared at my cock for the longest time. He took his belt off and began to hit me. It took a long time for me to get a hard on because of the time in the swamp. He beat me for two hours before I started to cum. I had cuts and welts all over me. I hurt so bad that I could not go to school for the next three days.
    By Monday I was okay and I went to school. I saw Earl and he asked where I had been and I told him that I was sick. He took me to the boys bathroom and pulled me into a stall. He pulled my cock out and sucked me. I opened up my pants so he could get to me. He stopped and looked at me. He turned me around and looked at my butt. He stood up and hugged me and I winced from the pain of his touch. The bell rang so we hurried off to class.
    Next period was lunch. Claude and Earl came over and ate with me then took me to the restroom in the foyer of the gym. No one ever came out here during the day. Earl pulled my pants down and turned me around. Claude gasped. He took hold of my shirt and raised it up and both boys cried out. They held me and kissed me.
    That night my old man didn't come home. The next day I came home from school and my mother told me that he was in the hospital. She said three men and two boys had stomped his ass into the ground. I was so happy. I found out later that my dad knew who they were. His best drinking buddy is the sheriff so he arrested Claude and Earl and their dad's and Earl's uncle. They were all in jail because they beat the shit out of my old man. He didn't know why they beat him up. If he did he would have beat me more.
    I got with Jerry over the summer and before long he and I were going at it. I found out that I loved him. I never had a friend and I never knew love. I like holding Jerry and laying naked beside him. Chris let us find each other and we love him so much. I want to live with Jerry forever. I will work and pay his rent and buy his food. All he has to do is be here to smile at me and hold me close and tell me how much I mean to him. I love him so much.

Cory 16
    Here I am. I am the star of this story. I am the man. Chris says I am so fucking cute that he is going to eat me up. I let him start at the head of my seven inch cock and work his way down. He likes to come at me from my ass hole too. That is such a rush. Of course I have to have the proper stimulation during all of this so I take his perfect ten inch cock deep in my throat. He tries to tell everybody that he only has nine and a half inches, but I know for a fact that he gets over ten inches just before he cums. And god, cum…that man cums by the buckets full and it is so sweet.
    "Me, okay, quit hitting me, ass hole." Pete is trying to tell me to get on with it. I am going to get it on with him in a minute. I wish that he and Chris and I could be together as a family. I have grown to love the guy in just the few days he has been here and I can tell that Chris has a special place in his heart for Pete. He loves all of us. I know that it would totally break his heart if any of us should ever leave him. He is like a mother hen, he wants his brood close to him. I think that he would like for all of us to sleep together every night. I can't imagine any one man having that much love in him. Every man I ever knew before Chris only wanted gratification. Sex, money, power. None of them ever knew love. They were hollow and empty. Chris would say that that is redundant, but it is true. Fill me up with love.
    Well I guess you all know my story. My name is Cory Allen Conway Jr. I am the son of a crack whore and a brave Indian. My father disappeared early in my life and my mother supported me by fucking every man she could find. When she got too ugly from the crack eating away at her body the men began to fuck me. I found out that I really liked to suck cocks and began to look forward to it.
    Chris actually pulled me off of the street. He gave me a name. He showed me love. He set my feet on a path of growth and a full life. Because of him I have a grandfather, an extended family and my mother. Yes, my grandfather found her in jail and brought her to live on the reservation. She married another Indian and is happy now.
    I got started in school. I have grown a half an inch so I am now a giant at five foot seven. I have gained weight and feel good all of the time. I can't remember being sick a single day since Chris saved me.
    I couldn't live without Chris. He left me and was gone for two months. I almost died. I was so miserable. Then, one day, I look up and there he was. He missed me just as much and he came to get me. I will never leave him again. I may only be sixteen years old, but I know what I want and I want my daddy, Chris.

Cas 17
    My name is Emmitt Casper. I am eighteen years old. Please don't take this wrong. I love Chris with all of my heart, I am just not in love with him. Does that make sense? I mean the man rescued me from a fate far worse than anything you can imagine. My church has ways of dealing with sexual deviants. Anything other than straight, missionary sex, man on top woman on bottom, is a monestrous sin against God.
    Man was created, complete and whole, but he wanted more. He wanted a mate. This was not God's plan, but He loved Adam and made a woman from man. Woman was not created separately, but from the rib of man. (1 Cor 11:3 KJV … the head of every man is Christ; and the head of the woman is the man;) This makes her lower than man, his servant, his property. A man is to hold it over a woman. Anything less and the elder's of the church will take you to a secret place to be trained.
    An uncle of mine once had his wife suck his dick and he fucked her ass. He was in training for six months. When he came back to our community he was a different person, hollow and drawn. He was more like a dead man, obeying orders from the elders as if he were their chattel. I have only heard of what they do to a homosexual.
    There is one old man in the community that supposedly was caught in an unnatural act with another boy when they were thirteen or fourteen. The man is very unhappy, but he serves his wife and his eighteen children. I am told that the elders gather at his home every few weeks and watch over him as he services his wife. I like to talk to this man and he likes to talk to the young boys in our town, but he has to do it in a secretive way so that he won't be seen.
    There's no leaving our community. Everyone who has tried returns in a very short time and their home is watched after by church members. It is a kind of prison. It is no place to be born. Only one family that I know of has ever moved there by choice. Their kids seem to fit right in though so power to them.
    The Bishop's son was sixteen when he and I first started messing around. I was twelve, but I loved to jack off and he caught me in the woods. He sucked me off and let me suck him too. I loved the taste and feel of his cock in my mouth so we got together everyday. On my sixteenth birthday I gave him my ass. We had talked of doing it and he had let me fuck him many times. My cock was growing thicker instead of longer and he really loved the feel of my stretching him. We were also fucking two other boys from a neighboring township, but we had both wanted for me to get fucked. He was actually doing me for the second time that afternoon when his father walked in on us. He was sent to be cured.
    I was under age so the police had to be called in. The police took it to court and my cure was put on hold until I could finish school. The court intervened and would not let them send me away, but instead ordered that I go to the public school twelve miles away in another town. That was the best thing that could happen to me as I met other young homosexuals. There was one guy on the football team that also played my way. He and I discovered the equipment room and met there everyday during our study hall or free class time. He loved getting fucked and sucking as much as me. I kind of liked him, but we both knew what was in store for me and that we would probably never see each other again.
    My father purposely arranged our vacation for the same time as college started so that I would not try to run away. I was to be reprogrammed since I was now finished with high school and the law would have no control over me once I turned eighteen. I was a virtual prisoner in my own home as church leaders stood guard outside our doors and my bedroom window day and night. If I went anywhere two or three men were with me to see that I did not run away. Prayer vigils were held in my house daily that I may be saved from the fires of hell.
    No one knew that Lew was homosexual too. We share a room and a bed, you would think that my father, being so smart and all, would not have allowed that. Lew and I had been sucking each other off daily since he was thirteen. He loves cum more than me. When he tried his little stunt in that museum I could just see my father and all the problems Lew had to face. I could not let my little brother go through that. We got caught anyway, but at least it was in such a way as father thought it was me being a pervert.
    I ran from the museum and the first place I saw that I could hide in was this huge RV. I found a panel that I could open pretty easy and I hid inside. I couldn't hear or see anything so I waited. I was getting hungry, but I know my father, he is relentless. I was sure that he was still walking around looking for me. He had probably contacted some local church to help him, he is such a fanatic.
    When I felt the RV start up and move away I relaxed. I would wait until they stopped and I would make a break for freedom. I had no idea where I was, but I knew I wasn't in Pennsylvania, that was good. We stopped and I heard talking then it got quiet so I thought that I better make a run for it. When I moved I knocked something down in the dark. I froze. The back wall opened and I saw that I was in a storage area with motorbikes.
    Chris looked at me and his face softened to a smile. I crawled out and stood beside him. He had a hold of my shirt and would not let go. I could tear the shirt off and run, but I looked at Chris and I thought that he could outrun me. I run with Chris now and he would have caught me in a second. He is strong enough that I would have been in a battle which I'm not sure I could have won.
    Well, I ended up in Chris's bed and had a ride on that telephone pole he calls a dick. He is half again as long as me and the same thickness. I now know what it feels like when I shove my cock up some dude's ass. It takes some getting used to I can tell you. Honestly, Chris is the only one that I have enjoyed fucking me, but I kind of hope that maybe Tyler will want to do me. I would really like to be his boyfriend and going to the university together. What could be better than that?
    I guess from the way these guys all talk that I am more of a bottom I love the feel of a big cock in either end, both at once is better. I am pretty big, body wise. I play football and I lift three hundred pounds and press four twenty. I can do two hundred push ups I like to do handstands and push up one hundred times while upside down. They call me a jock, but what I really am is an eater of what a jock strap holds. he he I have good breath control and don't even breathe heavy when Chris and I leave everybody else wheezing behind us on our speed runs. He took us to a horse track where he knows some people. Cory, Jerry, Chris and I ran four laps as fast as we could. Some old man had a stop watch and he told us that we did a mile in about four and a half minutes. Not bad for beginners, I guess.
    Tyler just winked at me. I'm gonna go talk with him. Wish me luck.

Lew 16
    My turn. I'm Llewellyn Casper. I am sixteen years old and not much to look at. I am so fucking skinny. I don't care what I eat I can't gain a pound. With all of the hard cocks around here I am getting plenty of protein. I am five foot seven and a half inches tall, but skinny as a rail at only one hundred and twenty one pounds. I dress in large hand me downs from the older boys in our church so I look a little better. I have never had any new clothes of my own. What I really hate is my round face. I look like a baby. My nose points up like a little kid and my front teeth are bigger than my face. My cheeks are always red and my lips look like I have lipstick on. I have always been teased about that and I hate it. I do like my eyes though. They are just like my mom's and Cas's. They're a light brown with flecks of gold coloring in them.
    I love it here, everybody always wants to suck my cock and are more than willing to let me suck their's. I guess that is the only thing about me that is good. My cock is a very hot and hard seven and a half inches with a long hanging hood that forms a sweet little flower at the end. I have a really nice thickness, not as thick as my brother, Cas, but I'm getting there. I am sure that I will be at least that thick before long. I'm already five and three quarters around.
    Every guy here likes long thick cocks up their asses. I never thought much about that before. I know Cas loves to be fucked, but he wants to eat my cum so bad. I have told him that we need friends so we can do it three way. He likes it now that there are plenty here who will join us.
    I don't really have a favorite guy yet. Well, I haven't been here, but just a couple of days. I kind of like this Turner kid. He is sweet and is fun to be with. We haven't had any one on one time yet, but I would like to. I can tell that I am losing Cas. He is so in love with Tyler and I know for a fact that Tyler loves Cas. They are just too hard headed to figure it out.
    Chris has done everything to make me feel at home. He encourages me and Cas to get it on and I don't mind, but that Turner. He is younger than me and I guess that could be a problem. Then there is the fact that he doesn't even live here. He has his own place down in town somewhere. He told all of us that he wants to have us come to his house and spend the night and Chris heard Cas tell him that that sounded like a plan. I hope I can sleep in his bed with him.
    I guess I will go see what is happening. Chris is telling Jerry and Tim to get their clothes on that they have to go somewhere. There is something up. Oh, Cory just told me that some kid named Jim is in town and I wants to surprise them so he is making them drive their van without knowing where they are going.
    Somebody said lunch is ready. I am going to try to gain a pound or two. Nice talking to you, bye.

Will 15
    Hey, they tell me that I have to tell you all about me. What can I say. I am a butt fucker with guys begging to bend over for me. I am fifteen, but I am really really small, tiny. That's what Chris says, I only come up to his chest. I stand four foot seven inches tall. I have not grown an inch since I was ten years old. I weigh a thunderous seventy nine pounds, after a big meal and with two large rocks in each pocket. I have a small round face with a few large freckles on my cheeks. My nose is turned up like a little kid and I am almost buck toothed. Chris says my teeth are the size they will be when I finish growing, they just grew before my face did. For now they stick out over my bottom lip. The kids at my old school said I looked like a can opener. Chris says he wants to take me to a doctor right after the new year and see if I might need some sort of medicine to grow up.
    My name is Christopher William Dickerson. I used to be called Chrisy, but Chris says that is a sissy name. He wanted to give me a more grown up name. The one part of me that is grown up is great. I have an eight and a half inch dick. I can suck most all of it. I love to stick my tongue under my long foreskin and play with myself until I cum in my mouth. I like cum and I will suck just about anybody. Since I got here from California I have met a whole bunch of guys that live with Chris and we all suck each other all of the time. There is this one kid here who also lived with his grandmother. She and my grandmother have become great friends. They say that Chris's house smells like a locker room from all of the sex here.
    Anyway, I learned to use my cock when I was twelve. Like I say, everyone wants it up their ass and who am I to say no. I love to fuck them. I don't mind being fucked. I really like it when I can just lay down with Chris, all alone and let him ride me for a long long time. He knows how to make me feel real good. I have talked to the other guys and they all love him as much as I do. I really like Cory and Cas too. They were the first ones I met, but when I met Cas's little brother…there is something about that boy that lights me up.
    Jim just got here a few days ago and God is he fun, but I think that Lew is the better lover. Lew is too serious and I like to play. I don't know what to do. I don't know if Jim even likes me, he always sits there and stares at me with this strange expression. I think that he wishes that I wasn't here.

    Bless their little hearts. I let each of them get their story without any interference. They aren't really in any order except as they were introduced to you in this continuing saga. Some of the boys that had been introduced early on were late arrivals to my house so some of their stories kind of overlap. I think that just ads to the appeal of them though. I am a bit saddened that they all care for me so much. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love them and I am glad that they love me, but I can't show favorites. I really feel that they will be much happier with a boyfriend of their own age.
    My problem is that I want a young boy in my bed as my regular steady cum supply. I really like my cousin Cory and I could be so happy with him, but he has a hungry need that I can't really satisfy. Maybe as he grows up some he will be ready to settle down with one guy. For now he is trying to chase all of his demons, from years of being prostituted by his mother, by sleeping with anybody with a hard cock.
    Pete and I could get on quite well. He is more mature than all of the others and we really bond. Cas is career motivated and I encourage that. He doesn't want commitment, but he does want a warm squeeze. Reading these stories in their own words helps me to kind of set things in motion toward their innermost desires. I am kind of leaning toward him and Tyler pairing up. A real benefit to would be that the two of them could live in Ty's house and go to school together.
    From their own words I feel that I need to arrange for Lew and Turner to get together. I have an idea that I think might work.

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