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Honor Code
Lessons Learned, Lovers Forged, A Family Expanded
By
PJ Franklin <pjfranklinboy2@earthlink.net>
 

When I awoke the next morning, I was lying on my back, uncovered. Jake was too, but Todd was diagonally crossed between us, laying on his tummy. His head was resting on my chest, but one hand was lazily cupping my balls through my loose boxers. We were all wearing loose boxers and it made my dick instantly hard when I realized what he was doing. Though I was sure he had no idea what he was doing in his sleep, I liked it nevertheless. I guess it just felt natural to me now.

But soon his hand moved away and he sat up. "What time is it?" he asked and then collapsed back down and kept on sleeping. I grinned. I lay there awhile more, just enjoying being there with my friends, but eventually got up, as did Jake and Todd together very soon after.

Todd headed for the bathroom as Jake and I stretched; but then a short while later he emerged saying, "Hey Greg? The toilet won't flush down."

I looked at him and suddenly I felt awful, "Ohhhnooooo, nooo, nooo, no!" and I cursed at myself.

"What's wrong with you?" Jake asked.

I looked at Jake, "I fucked up!!! … I didn't hit the clutch button to the main pump and let the primer pump run the system all day and it's not supposed to do that. It's probably burnt out and dead. Dad is gonna kill me!"

"Whoa! That bad?" Todd asked.

"Those things cost a fortune and Dad just got it last year, SHIT!" and I stomped around.

I felt so stupid, but what made it worse was the way that I had treated my father the morning we came up. It was still eating at me. He was probably going to remind me to hit the clutch button and here I went and told him I was all over it and went and forgot! Damn!! Well, there was nothing to do but wait and I hated waiting for consequences, especially with Dad. He would most likely bring up his paddle with him. He always had for years. Frankly, I deserved a good rear roasting from him for doing this. I just felt sick.

Just a short time after, Dad and the family arrived. Out piled Michael and he started to whoop and holler, followed by Steven, but no Mom!

"Steven, where's Mom?" I asked.

"Aunt Lillian's sick, Mom went to help."

"Oh," I said and about then Dad got out of the car, looking all happy and everything. I hated doing this to him, but I went right up to him.

"Hey sport! You guys been having fun?" he asked me.

I just looked at him, with an unhappy face.

"What's wrong Greg?"

"Dad, I screwed up. I forgot to hit the clutch button and the primer pump took the load and finally burned out."

"Greg!!" Dad winced and I with him.

"I'm sorry Dad."

Jake and Todd came up looking sympathetic, then Steve and Michael as well. Dad sighed, "OK, look, the primer pump has to be replaced today! Steven, you take everyone up to Hiker's ridge for the morning. Greg and I will be busy getting a pump and replacing the damaged one."

"OK Dad," Steven said.

"And Michael? You obey the older boys, OK?" Dad admonished my younger brother.

"Sure will, Dad!" Michael replied.

So Steven took everyone but Dad and me up to Hiker's ridge. That was fine with me. I didn't like it up there most of the time, too many people and I wasn't all that into hiking. But today, I'd rather have been up there. Dad got in my car with me and we took off to Burton. I felt like a heel.

"Dad, I'm so sorry about the pump … and I feel really badly about the way I behaved the other morning."

"Well, that didn't set too well with me either, but I'm over it. But I was going to remind you about the primer pump, buddy," Dad said ruffling my hair.

"I knew it," I said, disgusted with myself.

"So how's Todd?" Dad asked.

"He's great Dad, he's so looking forward to fishing and he's been a good friend. But we were downtown. You know Sheriff Thomson's son, Bret?"

"Yea, Boyd called and said he had seen you boys at the cabin, safe and sound."

"Yea, well, Bret has turned into a jerk. He made this huge scene in front of Burton Motorcycle Shop and acted like he was boss of everyone. Todd got hacked and almost started a fight with him."

"Well, Bret is a little different," Dad replied and I said no more about that incident.

We bought the new pump and started back to get the job done. It would take four to six hours depending and it was a supremely disgusting job. We got about half-way done and I looked at Dad, "Dad, are you going to punish me for forgetting about the pump and stuff?"

Dad continued to work a few moments more, than sat up on his knees next to me. "What do you think you deserve?"

I didn't have to think. "I deserve a sound hard bare bottom paddling sir, mostly for acting like a jerk the other morning."

"Well, you're a good kid, Greg. I really like having you for one of my sons, but I think you're right. You treated your old man a little disrespectfully, showing off a bit. Yes, a hard bare-bottomed paddling is in order."

"You didn't happen to bring the paddle did you Dad?" I smiled.

"What do you think?" Dad grinned back at me.

Dad always brought the paddle and it invariably got used each time as well, on somebody for something. I said nothing more and we finished the job. The paddle was still in the family car with Steven and the other boys, but we would have waited anyway.

Dad and I shared a little lunch and about then, up drove Steven and everyone piled out of the car. Funny, everyone looked way too tired. Dad was in the kitchen and I walked out, "Hey guys! How was the hike?"

"Almost a fucking disaster!" Steven said looking disgusted.

I glanced at Todd, who looked weird, but not like he had done anything, Jake either. Then I looked at Michael. He was a mess, much dirtier than he should have been, and Todd too actually when I looked closer, just not nearly as dirty as Michael.

Dad came out, "Hey guys, how was it up there?!"

"Dad, Michael … he … oh god!" Steven said with a lot of frustration.

Michael then started to sob a little, "I screwed up, I almost got myself killed, Todd saved me!"

OH MY GOD! Dad and I looked at each other.

"Inside! Now! Everyone!" Dad shouted.

We went inside and the story came out. Michael was all jacked up about being with Todd again, understandably, and they horsed around a little, but Todd kept reminding Michael to step carefully and not get too near the edge of the trail path. There were some pretty steep drop-offs and the edges were not always that well maintained.

Well, Michael wasn't listening very well and got out of hand, then made a misstep backwards. He started to slip down what could have been a fatal fall or at least he would have been badly injured. Todd had in fact just reminded him one last time and then, when he saw Michael start to fall, made a heroic lunge, diving forward and barely grabbed one of my little brother's arms. Steven and Jake were right behind Todd and held onto Todd and then they all extricated Michael up safely from the danger.

I looked at Dad. Dad was pissed at Michael, that was for sure. So was I and Steve as well. Then I looked at Todd and he just looked kind of embarrassed.

I walked over to him. "You saved my brother," was all I could say before I got a huge lump in my throat.

"It was nothing! I just got lucky. It could have been Jake or Steven that did it."

"No Todd. You kept after Michael long after I gave up. You're the hero here." Steven came over and patted Todd on the shoulder.

"Michael James Baker, you have been warned, time and time again young man!" Dad said sternly to his youngest son.

"Am I gonna get a spankin'?" Michael said with a big sob.

"Don't you think you deserve one!?" Dad asked, not mollified.

"Yes sir! A big one, but I don't want it!" and Michael's face started to melt.

Then Dad looked at Todd, "Son, come on over here." And Todd shuffled over, hands humbly in his back pockets. Dad took Todd into a brief embrace, "You've made this old man very happy for you being with us Todd. I want to thank you for acting so quickly and bravely."

"Um … thanks sir, I just … I just did what I could," Todd said bashfully. I looked at Jake. I could tell Jake's buttons were busting with pride, mine too for that matter.

"Sometimes that's all it takes, young man. And I thank you for being so attentive to him before the fact."

Dad focused on Michael again, "You, my boy, are going to get a very red and sore bottom very soon!"

"Yes daddy," Michael said very quietly now.

"I think Todd should spank him. He's earned it. He tried the hardest and Michael disobeyed him," Steven burst out.

I thought that was genius! I looked at Dad. Dad did not hesitate, "I think you're right, Steven."

"No! I mean, I'm not his father. I'm not even in this family!" Todd said.

It was my turn. "The hell you're not! You and Jake are a part of MY family, Todd Pendergrast!"

I could tell Todd was very moved. "But … I'm only fifteen … I shouldn't be doing that!"

"Nonsense son. You've already acted like a man many times over at your school. Now this. You've earned the right and I insist that you punish Michael. Don't worry, Steven once spanked Greg, remember that Greg?"Dad said with confidence and smiled at me and Steven.

"I sure do!" I smiled and rubbed my seat.

"Yea, me too," Steven smiled back at me.

Michael then walked up to Todd, "It's OK. Dad is right. You should spank me, Todd. I disobeyed you and I should have listened."

Jake put his arm around his cadet, "Hey buddy, face it. You're squad leader material some day. You will be spanking your cadets some day. It won't hurt to practice a little."

Todd sighed, "Well, OK, but only because Mr. Baker thinks it's a good idea."

Then I told everyone that Michael was not the only Baker boy headed for the woodshed. I had a paddling coming of my own. I think that made Michael feel a bit better, but seemed to make Todd look a little uncomfortable. I didn't blame him, it made me feel the same way; especially after what we three had done the day and evening before.

Anyway, Dad made me and Michael wait a little bit. Todd kind of wandered off by himself and looked a little upset or at least worried, so I got alone with him. "Hey man, you don't look too happy."

"It's just … I don't feel right about spanking your little brother and all. It seems like at least you or Steven should, not me."

I put my arm around him, "Todd, my Dad likes you and trusts you. And another thing … if you had screwed up, he'd have treated you just like he did Michael and made you take your medicine. And you would have, I know you would."

"Yea, I would, especially from your Dad."

"There you two are, let's do this guys, I don't want Michael waiting any more," Dad said from behind us.

We walked back inside the cabin and Dad had his paddle ready. I just sighed and did my sheepish thing. Dad's paddlings could just plain hurt! Oh well, I earned it.

"OK, Michael you're first young man, pants off now. Todd, come over here a minute."

I watched with a helpless feeling as my younger brother bared his little fanny. Dad was telling Todd what to do and he was nodding and asked a few questions, but we could not hear what. I felt really weird. Jake sidled up to me, "Hey man, everything's gonna be fine, you're doing the right thing."

"I know, it's just … Dad's punishments really hurt."

Then we watched Todd sit down. It was going to be a hand spanking and likely Dad told Todd that Michael had a very tender bare bottom and it shouldn't take a lot to put him in his place as Dad would insist. I knew how strong Todd was, so I had no doubts either. Michael's face started to melt as he approached Todd's side.

"OK, little buddy. I'm really sorry to have to do this, but over you go."

"I'm supposed to ask you for my spanking," Michael said with a wince.

"Oh yea. OK … so, Michael, what is it that you need?"

"I need a really big bare bottom spanking over your knee, please."

"OK, lay across my lap Michael," and Todd just seemed to act a bit more mature. I glanced over at Jake and he was grinning proudly.

I looked back and my little brother was sliding across Todd's lap. I had to admit, my mind flew back to when Todd so bravely took his administrative paddling weeks ago. Then something else popped into my mind, something that made my dick harden immediately. I was imagining myself going over Todd's knee instead of Michael! I actually blushed as I stood there watching.

Then Todd started to spank Michael. The slaps were firm but not fast. I watched both of their faces. Michael's was already pinching up, anticipating that he was probably going to burst out sobbing at any moment, but he stayed still for Todd. Todd's face was intense, really intense and serious. That got to me somehow and the feeling that I should be the one over his lap in front of everyone just was teasing my ego or was it my dick or both? I don't know. Just the sight of it was affecting me really weirdly!

Then Todd's spanking hand started to quicken and the smacks got harder.

"Ouuuuu! Please, it hurtsss!" Michael began to complain. I counted the seconds. Any time … yup … there it was, poor Michael's hands flew back, but I knew Todd would be all over that ploy and he was. Then he was holding Michael's hands down and that was REALLY getting to me after what Jake and Todd had done with me the day before. All I could see now was myself, my hands held down by Todd's hand, his other hand spanking me in front of everyone, and especially in front of Steven! Sheesh!!

Michael started to kick his legs some, then a lot and Todd handled that, really well too!

"No! No! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Pleasssse Todd!" and Michael finally broke down. His fanny was beet red, it so easily changed colors with just a simple hand spanking. Mine had done the same at Michael's age.

Todd stopped and looked up at my Dad, who motioned Todd with his hand. Todd sighed and looked down at Michael, "Do you think you've learned your lessons young man?"

And it was just awesome the way he said it! God! I felt so tingly all over.

"Yessssirrr, only I'm supposed to say I need a few more!" Michael sobbed.

"OK, five more, count them for me, OK Michael?"

I looked over at Steven as Michael agreed. Steven saw me and winked. And that made me feel weird too. I always wondered if Steven even remembered our Cowboys and Indians years before.

Well, the five extra spanks were given. Michael yelped with each, but bounded up to his feet, rubbing his torched bottom hard before looking at Todd. "Thank you Todd!" he sniffed and hugged Todd closely, then he turned to look at his own red bottom and rubbed on it with a grin, after wiping his face of moisture. "Look Dad! Todd really spanked me good!" Michael said proudly.

"Yes he did, Michael, now go stand over with Steven," Dad said and then looked at me. My stomach lurched up into my throat. Dad was holding our paddle. Todd stood up and Dad sat.

I glanced at Jake. Jake looked at me with a warm smile and a thumbs-up. I looked at Steven too. He just shrugged in his usual Steven way. Then I glanced at Todd. He was standing off to the side, arms folded into himself, but not in a triumphant or excited way, just kind of humble looking. I think he knew how I felt just then and that encouraged my humble feelings all the stronger.

"OK young man, over my knee!" Dad said to me.

I walked over, shucked off my trousers and boxers and slid over his big lap like I had done so many times before. I put up my naked bottom up high. Dad slid that ol' paddle over my cheeks, the wood grain feeling oh-so-familiar. This was going to hurt, but I felt I was ready.

"Dad? May I have a good hard spanking on my bare bottom please?" I said as traditionally as possible.

"Yes you may, Greg," he said and I closed my eyes, pressing my palms hard onto the cabin floor and pushing my bottom up.

Dad's paddle followed my bottom then drew away.

Dad's technique never varied much. The first few swats were slow and not too hard and I could always stand them OK, but after about six of those the pace and power picked up. Very soon I started to wiggle and wince and couldn't stop my voice from yelping with small sounds, then louder ones.

All I could hear was the paddle's hard cracks on my ass and my whole body was feeling the punishment. My ass wanted to be anywhere else now, just not up in the air for that paddle to remind me to never, ever forget to push that stupid clutch button or be disrespectful to my Dad!! Damn!! Was it hurting more than usual?!!

"OU! Dad! OU!!" and then there they went! My hands flew back in typical Baker boy style. I could never stop them, it was just too much when my old man was teaching me my lessons. I always turned back to Michael's age in my head.

When he caught my hands, I felt so embarrassed. I knew Todd was watching and Jake too, it just felt awful! Dad said nothing but that paddle said it all! It was pounding my ass hard now! I was hurting like hell and my pelvis was trying anything, it even started to twist away from the pain, but Dad skillfully made my thighs open up and straddle his knee and he locked my legs down. I was trapped, but it was all my own fault.

Finally there was a welcome but short-lived pause. "Do you think you are learning your lesson, young man!?" Dad asked me.

"YESSIRRR!" I yelped loudly.

The paddle nailed me hard, right at my tender sit-spots again, five more times!

"You better be young man! I don't appreciate nor deserve disrespect in public especially and those pumps are expensive!"

"YESDADDY!" I yelped and the paddle busted my throbbing behind another five hard ones!!

I had already started to sob long before and I could see a humiliating puddle of my own tears right under my nose. I couldn't help it. I just relaxed and cut loose with long hard sobbing, much more than Michael did. It just felt right and as if I hadn't done it in a long time and was overdue.

Dad's paddle seemed satisfied. I was kind of tilted sideways and Dad was cradling me like he used to when I was way younger. I didn't mind and liked it even and calmed myself and then he let go of my legs and hands and let me lie with my tummy flat to his lap.

"OK Greg. Let me help you up," Dad said calmly.

I got up, but I didn't want to look at anyone and the room was dead silent. Dad held a handkerchief to my nose. I blew hard and he wiped my face and drew me to the side, my red throbbing paddled backside on show to everyone else. He hugged me and I him. He leaned into my ear and I waited for his special whispered message.

"I love you a lot Greg and you've become a real man. I greatly respect you and am very proud of the way you've taken young Todd under your wing."

Oh yea, Todd. I had forgotten about everyone else, I had been a little understandably distracted.

"Thanks Daddy, I love you a lot, Todd needs you, take him fishing, just by yourselves, OK, don't say I said so?" I whispered back.

Dad smiled and I sighed and turned around. Michael was sobbing a little in empathy and just needed to know I was alright. Steven still had his inscrutable shrug of "oh well". Jake understood what I felt like, but then there was Todd. He looked kind of upset. I don't think he liked seeing me cry and bawl. We didn't do that at school, ever really.

"Well don't just stand there, come over and look at it!" I said to everyone, speaking about my behind like it was some kind of artifact.

Jake came over right away, so did Steven. Todd came over and stood back. Michael came over, winced hard and sighed, "I better be careful or I got the same thing coming some day," and backed off.

"Awesome!" Jake grinned knowingly and ran his hand over my butt.

"Looks great little brother, as usual," Steven smirked.

"Hey butt-head," I said to Todd, "Better get over here or miss out on touching my ass. I know you want to," I smiled at Todd. He finally smiled and came over and ran his hand over each cheek, I thought kind of respectfully.

"Todd, son, saddle up. You and I are going to Burton together, just you and me, to rent us a power boat that we'll go fishing with in the morning and water-ski in the afternoon. Need to get you some tackle too."

"Just me? But …" Todd tried a mild protest, but Dad held up his hand.

"Don't argue with me, son, you saw the consequences of that mistake!"

We all laughed. Todd blushed, "Yes sir, I sure did."

Steven, Michael, Jake and I watched Todd leave with my Dad, then Steven asked me if he could use my car to drive to Burton. I said yes, having no idea what he was going to do and just put it out of my mind after he left.

* * * * * * * * * *

Michael, Jake and I horse-played the whole while the others were gone. Jake and I let Mikey get over on us and "boss" us around a bit. A while later, Dad drove up with Todd. Jake and I watched grinning as Todd got out of the car and waited for Dad to come around then Dad put his arm around Todd's shoulders. Todd was grinning and laughing and they were talking back and forth.

Jake nudged me, "I'm really glad Todd came with us."

"Me too." I replied.

"Fishing tomorrow bright and early! … Yessss!" Todd said with his usual fist-pump when they both got indoors with us.

I shook my head, "Better you than us!"

"Watch that mouth of yours, Greg!" Dad faked a sneer at me about the fishing comment.

"Where's Steven?" Dad then asked.

"He borrowed my car to go to Burton," I replied.

"Oh, that's nice," he said and headed for a storage room in the back of the cabin.

Things were boringly normal for the next few hours, going into evening. Steven was still out, but that didn't seem unusual to us or Dad. Then a car drove up, it looked like mine and it was. But then we saw Sheriff Thomson's patrol car behind it. That did not look good at all. We all went outside into the dark. When I saw Steven get out of his car, I got a little scared. His nose had been bloodied! Then I saw Bret get out of his Dad's patrol car. His face was worse off than Steven's!

"What the fuck!" Jake whispered and Todd said just about the same thing.

"What on earth is going on?!" Dad said in a very concerned tone about his oldest son's injured looks!

Boyd Thomson took Bret's arm and forced him forward. Bret looked like he had been blindsided. Boyd handed an envelope to Dad, "You'll want to see these Floyd, and you'll want to know that there's no more copies, we made sure of that!" Boyd gave Bret a very stern stare!

We all looked at each other, what was going on?

The truth came tumbling out after Dad and Boyd herded all us boys indoors and into the light.

Steven had gone to town in my car, among other things wanting to meet up with Bret Thomson. Bret produced photos that showed the things that Jake, Todd and I were doing the prior night. Some of them were like porno, as you can imagine. Bret and his best town friend Larry had conspired for Bret to sneak onto our property, take the shots and then use them to try and blackmail Steven or even Dad for money against the threat of sending a copy of the photos to RMMA.

This was all because of the nasty encounter that the guys and I had with Bret the previous day in front of the Burton motorbike shop. Bret used his meeting up with Steven at a local bar to threaten Steven, telling him what he had done and that he wanted $100.00 cash from him and my Dad to keep it quiet, or else the photos would be sent. Steven flew into a rage and threw the first punch at Bret. A huge fight followed and naturally, being at a bar, the owner called in the Sheriff, Bret's Dad.

The poorly planned blackmail plot was revealed and apparently Sheriff Thomson blew up at his son right on the spot. Larry was there as well in the bar and was hiding the photo copies. Sheriff Thomson threatened to throw not only Larry in his jail, but his own son as well if they didn't get all the copies rounded up "in two seconds!!" or so it was said. The Sheriff threatened Larry with charges if he came within fifty feet of Steven for at least a year, then drove out with Steven to our place to settle the matter face to face, family to family.

The room was dead silent for a few moments after the incident was revealed, putting everyone in some kind of emotional trauma or turmoil for good reasons. Poor Todd was upset because of the photo part of it. I was upset along with Jake at us being caught by anyone for any reason having sex with Todd. Dad was fried to the gills not only at Bret, but also at Steven for having started a physical fight. That was forbidden unless to defend oneself from physical harm, and even then, it had better be that you couldn't run from it. Naturally, Boyd was very angry with Bret for even thinking about blackmailing anyone for any reason, much less taking what amounted to illegal photos that could get the State Police involved had they known. All Michael cared about was his biggest brother Steven, and that he was going to be OK.

"Well, one thing is for sure. I didn't bring Bret along to listen to all of this. If it's all the same to you Floyd, I came out here to give you those photos to destroy and for everyone to witness my boy getting the whipping of his short life!" Boyd bellowed.

"Dad! Nooo!" Bret protested. What a waste of breath.

Boyd put his finger in Bret's face, about two inches away. "Nooo my asss!! You deserve to be whipped twice a day for a week you moron!! What were you thinking!? You broke about ten different laws son! I should just give your ass to the State Police and see how you like being celled up with some of those hardcore cases in Reston City!! They'd have you calling them Daddy in two fucking seconds flat!"

I looked at Jake. He looked as pale as I felt. Todd too.

Boyd then sighed and looked at Dad. Dad nodded, "Fine by me Boyd. You do that and as far as we're concerned, the deal is settled family to family proper."

There is not much need to detail all of what the Sheriff did with his own son in front of us. Bret's injudicious attempt at humiliating Steven and especially Dad was revisited back on Bret by having to strip himself entirely naked in front of us, beg his father for his whipping, then watch as his Dad took off his big black angry looking service belt (minus the cuffs and side arm) and doubling it up, made him go over his knee. Only it wasn't an ordinary over-the-knee whipping. No, Boyd put his big boot-covered foot up on the chair seat and jack-knifed Bret's helpless body over that knee. Bret was literally dangling, hand and foot and had to balance himself with his bare ass as the pinnacle.

That black belt made short work of Bret's tender butt and his ego as well. He howled and screamed like a ten year old as the Sheriff's belt flew like a hoard of angry hornets at his son's ass making harsh contact from crown to top of thigh. Bret's ass did not stay white for hardly three swipes of that belt, and before it was all done I was sure he would be as bruised looking as the three of us who had been paddled in the gymnasium back at RMMA, maybe more. After that, Bret effusively apologized to all of us for his behavior and Boyd took Bret and excused themselves to leave the cabin.

Dad then looked at Steven who knew what was going to happen next. "Son, I have nothing but respect for your good intentions, but you should not have thrown a fist at Bret. It wasn't necessary. Just walking away and coming back here to explain things to me would have sufficed. I would have gone to Boyd straight away and you would have not endangered your safety by fighting."

"I know sir, I just … I got real angry that they would do the stuff they did and threatened our family like that." He looked at Todd and Jake, "That means you two as well, you're a part of this family just like us!"

"I realize that Steven, but you know it's wrong, Greg, get me the paddle. Steven, prepare yourself, son!"

I felt awful for Steven, we all did. I was sure I would have thrown a punch at that jerk, Bret Thomson, I know Jake and Todd would have as well, but we all would have ended up just the same, getting our own butts roasted for our efforts. Well, Dad made Steven get his bottom naked and put him over the back of the chair.

I seldom saw Dad paddle Steven very hard before, but this was really raw. Dad used that paddle like a hairbrush, in rapid fire, just like he had when Steven had risked drunk driving. Boy, it was intense and Steven did not hesitate. He howled and kicked and begged and pretty much had me, Jake and Todd trying not to look. Poor Michael just sobbed in empathy. In the end, Steven's rear was just plain battered and would show some black and blue the next day for sure.

Afterwards, he was all wrung out, we all were. Steven hugged Dad and Dad give him a special message as usual. But Steven did not avoid us younger boys. He insisted that every one of us check out his beaten cheeks, including Todd and Jake especially.

Steven's paddling had an odd effect on me. I knew instantly afterwards that I wanted to do something with Steven, back home after Lake Burton was over, maybe alone, I wasn't sure. At any rate, I never felt closer to anyone at that moment than my big brother Steven. And in fact, as the evening calmed down and all of us just gathered in the kitchen for our meal and then in front of the fireplace later to watch some silly TV comedy, I made it a point to sit by Steven, closely too.

I didn't care any longer if my intimacy with him would be noticed by him or anyone else. But he did notice and he even smiled at me and put his arm around me to let me know it was alright. But the best part was when he whispered in my ear, "You know I love you Greg, I miss you a lot when you're at school."

"Me too," I whispered back, "I admire you Steven and look up to you too."

"Me? The one that didn't go to RMMA?"

"Yea, you," and I buried my head on his shoulder as long as I could the rest of that special time.

But I was not the only one. Todd fell asleep as we watched the movie, his head buried into Jake's shoulder and Michael's head was buried into Todd's. Steven's ended up into Dad's and naturally, mine into Steven's.

Dad, Steven and Michael shared a room in back while Jake, Todd and I pretty much did the same as we did the prior night, and hunkered down together in one sleeping bag, fully naked, in the front room in front of the dying fireplace. Jake seemed to fall asleep quickly, snoozing away.

Todd got up on one elbow and looked at me, "While you were getting your paddling, I wished … it was me instead of you over your Dad's knee."

"Oh yea? Want to hear something really screwy? I wished it was me, not Michael, over your knee Todd," I confessed to him.

"No way," he said.

I nodded, "I'm still blown away that you saved Michael's life, Todd. That makes us … you know … real brothers forever."

Todd's face started to crumble and he started to sob. I had to get up on my knees and reach across Jake's body to hug Todd closely to me. He stopped immediately and we settled back onto our knees, both of us wiping tears.

"I guess, I kind of really do want real brothers for a change, both you and Jake and Steven and …."

"… and Michael!" I finished with a big sigh.

"Yea, especially Michael," he said. Jake then stirred and sat up with us. He had heard it all of course. He put his hands in back of mine and Todd's necks and pulled us all to about touching all of our foreheads together.

"OK, I've heard enough," he said with a catch in his voice, "We're already brothers, our brotherhood, remember?" then he let us go and sat back. "You, Pendergrast. I feel sorry for any squad of 15 year olds that gets you as their squad leader in three years. You'll be beating their tails every day of the week, and then they'll just ask for more, because you'll inspire them in your own powerful and beautiful way. And you Baker? …" Jake almost stopped, but continued, "I love you Greggy. I've always loved you and you may as well know that. I don't know how many times, even while we've been on spring break here, that I wanted to tell you that and just let it out. And it doesn't matter to me what you feel about it. I just needed to say that."

I wasn't stunned at all. I looked at Todd and Todd said, "Well? Don't just sit there like a dork, tell him you love him too!"

I looked at Todd, then at Jake, back to Todd and then at Jake, and then my mind suddenly cleared of all the crap of months and maybe years. I launched myself at my best friend and locked up his lips with mine. This time, I didn't suck on his face and mouth, I kissed him, like a lover kisses the one he wants the most, and I wanted Jake.

Jake wrapped his arms around me and rubbed my back and the kiss just went on and on and on and our dicks were hard and rubbed together as well, but I opened my eyes and so did he. His were wide and on fire and so were mine. Our tongues danced and swirled together, but not hard, not like lust, more like love.

Todd grinned and plopped down next to us on his elbow. "Now that's more like it. Hot lovers making out, like it should be."

We parted the kiss and I looked at Jake and he winked and nodded at me as we were on the same wavelength, and then I grabbed Todd and pulled his mouth to mine. Now that was lust, pure and simple and we sucked face, then Todd sucked Jake's face for a short while.

Finally Todd said, "Now it's my turn. You guys are my idols. I worship your fucking asses, so please don't screw up when we get back to school, because if you do, I'll have to do something to follow you both, back to the gymnasium and Richards' paddle if I have to."

I smiled and ruffled Todd's hair, "Well, we're going to be fine. We'll find ways to keep this all together. And my friend, and now my lover, we will find a way as well," I said to Jake.

Jake nodded, "I agree, but for now, I'm horny as hell. Come on you guys, let's have a nice quiet orgy."

The combination of dicks and mouths and buttholes was too complex to describe. Let's just say that no mouth went un-face-sucked nor did any dick go unsucked or any butthole go un-fingered, un-tongue-fucked and yes, every butthole got filled with two hard dicks that night and fully creamed inside, twice each. We didn't spank or belt or paddle each other that night, but I guessed that would happen much more often and in some seriously useful ways into the future and could wait. What can I say? For now, I felt the happiest when Todd reamed my butthole out, followed by my lover Jake who really pounded my whole body with his. But I also really enjoyed the looks on Todd's and Jake's faces when I fucked their hot asses because they were my brothers and that was what made for the best feeling in the world.

We joined back up with Dad, Michael and Steven the next day. Todd and Dad did some serious fishing and even more serious talking alone and together on the rented boat the next morning while us land-lubbers stayed behind and horse-played, just as seriously. Well, Steven and I did, while Michael watched two behemoths collide.

Once again, during our tussling, my dick got very hard but Steven paid it no heed, just let me be myself. Afterwards, I took him outside alone and said it to him, "Steven, I'm gay," and just like that I said the word for the first time out loud. Not even Jake had said it to me while we were declaring our love for each other.

Steven put his arm around my shoulders, "Yea bro, I know. You and Jakey huh?"

"Yup, but he hates being called Jakey."

"Yea I know, that's why I'm gonna use it often. Gregory, I love you. I'm very glad you have finally seen what we've all known for a long time."

"That obvious, huh? Even Dad and Mom?"

"Well, especially Mom, but Dad too. Dad and I talk and we've talked about how you needed to find yourself, for a couple of years now."

I sighed. I kind of suspected all of that, but I needed even more than from Dad, to hear it from Steven. Somehow, he had become just as important to me in my thinking as Dad and Mom were already.

"What about RMMA?" he asked.

"We've talked, Jake, me and Todd, and we're committed to being ourselves there, but being very careful."

"Good. You ought to know, Dad and I talked about Todd and even Jake."

"Oh?"

"Jake is older by a long shot. Dad is going to offer for Jake to be an official part of the family, in a real way too; but Todd, he's only 15 and Dad's found out that his mother is divorcing his Dad, almost has it completed already. His Dad is going to prison for a very long time. Dad doesn't want to substitute himself for the Major so much as provide Todd a real physical and emotional fatherly presence, that is if Todd wants. Hell, Dad wants to adopt him for real."

"I hope he does. I think Todd wants something like that for himself. Thank you Steven, for everything."

He hugged me and swatted my ass, hard. "By the way, keep it down at nights. You guys must have had a real orgy in the front room."

I blushed, "We did."

We had a small mooring dock down at the cabin's lake edge. Dad and Todd finally came motoring into the docking with the rented power boat and we all met them. The fisherman had indeed brought home the slippery silver bacon as it were, but I could tell in Todd's face and Dad's too that something else special had occurred.

"Hey Michael, could you use another brother?" Dad said to his youngest.

I looked at Jake and Steven and we all grinned widely.

"What do you mean?" Michael asked Dad.

"Todd," Dad said with raised eyebrows.

Michael's face lit up and he squealed, "For real!!?"

Dad nodded and Michael jumped into the boat and hugged Todd tightly, "Wow! That means that Todd is gonna get whippings, just like the rest of us!" That of course smoothed out the high emotions of the moment with a laughter that felt so good.

"And you, butt-head?" Todd then said to Jake.

"What, shit-for-brains?" Jake answered.

"Just say the word and Dad …." and then Todd's voice caught. "I can't believe I'm saying that word about you, Mr. Baker." He continued, "Dad says that you're welcome to join us, even though you're 17. What do you say mister squad leader?"

"I'd really like that," Jake said, his eyes getting red. I put my arm around him, still my best friend but now more my lover, and right then and there I kissed him on the mouth, gently, in front of my father and Steven and Michael.

"Well, it's about time, you two. And by the way …?" Dad started, but Michael finished.

"Will you three keep it down when you're messin' around in the front room, it woke me up!!"

All of us almost fell off the dock and into the lake laughing. Todd jumped out of the boat and went right up to Steven, "Hey big bro, I can hardly wait to kick your ass wrestling!" and gave Steven a nice firm brotherly punch in the arm.

"Any time squirt, any time!" and Steven bear-hugged our soon-to-be newest Baker boy then returned the favor, only harder.

"Ouch!! Dad! He hits hard!"

"I told you to watch out for Steven, he doesn't mess around!" Dad grinned.

"Too late bro, you can't change your mind, you neither," I reminded Todd and Jake. And then the day went on from there.

© Copyright PJ Franklin February 10, 2013

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