Jayson Outed
Chapter 20


Does your mother know you're reading this shit?

Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between men and teen boys.
It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, or offends you, please find something else. The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.

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We left off last time with:
      The six youngsters headed on back to the academy with their cocks waving along before them. Brad and Jay stood with their arms around each other and huge smiles on their faces as they watched the young cock parade. The two really enjoy being gay and being out in the country air where there is no bigotry only made it better.

      The stillness of the open woods was shattered at nine o'clock Monday morning. The most awful noise ever heard in these woods drove wildlife into a stampede from the area as Beethoven's Fifth Symphony echoed from the deep throated sounds of huge horns. The boys flew from their peaceful slumber to the balcony to see where the endless noise was coming from as it continued on and on. They spotted what looked like a large blue and white truck at the Academy. It looked as if the entire student body was gathered around the vehicle. jumping up and down with the music
      The boys dressed in shorts and tees then jumped on their ATVs. Just as the final strains of the full symphony reverberated its last notes through the trees to be echoed back from the distant mountains. They pulled up to the largest RV they had ever seen. The name Traveler was painted in script across the front of the vehicle and on its roof they could see a bank of air horns. From their vantage point they could make out eight horns, some with bell end openings of over eight inches across.
      Jerrod Bradford came up to them with a young man who looked to be in his mid twenties. His blond hair was so sun bleached that it almost appeared white. He was very dark complected from the darkest sun tan they had ever seen. His body was sweet, about six one or two. Maybe a hundred and fifty pounds. He wore a tee shirt that hid nothing and a pair of gym shorts that said, "look at me, I'm commando." He had a very impressive cock filling a large basket in the front of the shorts. Both boys drooled as they looked upon this hunk. For an old guy he was the man. They both wished that they would look so good when they got old.
      "Chris, I want you to meet the boys most responsible for all you see before you. These boys are the movers and shakers of this Academy and singularly the reason that it got built in the first place. This is Brad Garcia and his boyfriend Jay Adams." Both boys flinched at the title.
      Chris held out his hand. "Glad to meet you two, finally. I have heard amazing stories about you and what you accomplished here last summer.
      "Oh, by the way, I'm Chris Dickson and this is my boyfriend Pete. Actually all of these boys are my boyfriends but we have kind of paired off so that we don't turn our balls inside out every night from too much fucking." The boys were impressed though startled at the candor of the man. A parade of cute youngsters came by and each was introduced by name and age. The boys ranged from fifteen to nineteen and all of them had been with Chris for about a year.
      A kid named Cory introduced King Cullen as they took Brad and Jay on a tour of the RV. Chris stepped inside and shut the door. He stood with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face. "Cory, what did you say?" Cory looked at him then his eyes went wide and his face turned red. "I'm sorry, dad. I..."
      "Don't tell me you are sorry. Tell Cullen. It's his life you put in jeopardy." Cory was crying quite openly now. Cullen wrapped his arms around the boy and tried to soothe him.
      "You're Jay and you're Brad, right. Here sit down. What I am going to say is our family secret. Cullen is my nephew. He is a Duke. Yes, a real live Duke of England. He is also the Crown Prince of a country that I won't name. His great grandfather is quite ill and not expected to live long. Cullen is the first in line to succeed him.
      "My father was his grandfather. His mother is my half sister. My father is American, not royal. Cullen's great grandfather had the marriage annulled and sent his daughter into exile. He does not acknowledge Cullen as his great grandson and heir. Cullen's grandmother was the King's only child so Cullen is naturally the next in succession since his grandmother is dead. Cullen's mother abdicated her right to the throne before she married the Duke, Cullen's father, but that right still passes on to Cullen unless he relinquishes it himself. The King is trying to find Cullen to have him killed.
      "I am begging you to forget what you heard Cory say. He is proud of his cousin but he lets his alligator mouth overload his humming bird ass. That gets him into a lot of trouble. Cory is my natural cousin but I adopted him for two reasons. One of course is that I love him dearly. He is now my son as well as the best lover any man could ever have. The second reason I adopted him is so that I could provide for him.
      "His natural father's family wanted to take him away from me because I am homosexual. His grandfather was a very powerful and rich Cherokee Indian. The family wanted the old man's money and land. It is legal to have sex with sixteen year old boys in Oklahoma but they don't want them living in a house with queers. So by adopting him they can't do anything to him and they can't get the inheritance."
      Both boys seemed to be staring at the gaily decorated Indian vase sitting on top of the engine cover between the front seats. "This is Cory's grandfather. Actually his ashes. We are going to toss his ashes on our ancestral homeland before we return to Arizona." Brad and Jay made a face as they considered the contents of the vase.
      "Anyway, I understand that you two have graciously offered your home to us while we are here so you will learn all of our stories as we want to hear all about you over the length of our visit.
      "I'm sorry for the lecture. Cory, babe I'm sorry I yelled at you. Babe, you know I love you." Cory came to him and sat in his lap as they locked lips and hugged each other. Cory turned to Cullen and apologized then the two of them kissed. Brad and Jay just kissed each other for the heck of it.
      Cory showed our duo the program for the horns and explained them. He looked out of the windshield at Chris who was staring at him. Cory threw his hands up and backed away with a laugh. "I love him to death but I don't like to make him mad at me. He would never hit me or anything but I can't stand to see the look of disappointment on his face. Like awhile ago when I opened my mouth about Cullen. I'm so sorry, bro." Cullen shook his head and squeezed Cory's shoulder.
      Chris climbed back on board as ten boys climbed aboard. "Show us where you want us to park. JB wants this spot for the investors that should start to show up anytime now."
      "JB?" the boys thought. They jumped out and mounted their ATVs and led the huge RV down to their little cabin in the woods. Chris opened up the back end of Traveler and let the boys drag out two huge ATVs and two trail bikes. Chris's ATVs made the ones Brad and Jay were riding look like toys. Brad got the keys from the house and he and Jay brought out the other two ATVs from the garage. Altogether they had eight vehicles and fourteen people, plus Lew and Cas on the way. No one would have to walk.
      Brad showed the crowd up to the bedrooms on the upper floor. One bedroom was left for Cas and Lew, when they arrived. Pete and Chris were taken downstairs to Brad's Uncle Carlos's room. He called his dad from his cell phone and told him about the house guests. Ric apologized. In his concern about the sale he had forgotten to tell the boys that he had told Mr. Bradford that he could put his guests up at the cabin. Brad corrected his dad as he told him it was JB. Ric gave permission to open his and Carlos's bedroom up to the travelers. Brad told him that they were the travelers in Traveler. Ric didn't have time to hear that one out and hung up.
      "How's the sale going, babe?" Jay asked.
      "He said they are swamped. He said they have made as much money this morning as they did last month." The two boys high fived each other as their house guests looked on with smiles on their faces.
      "You guys are cute together. How long have you been boyfriends?" Pete asked
      "A year and a half. We got together on Christmas day of 2003."
      Bedroom assignments made with two to a bedroom. Clothes lost they all gathered in the kitchen for sodas as Jay told their story. All of them hated Ryan then they felt sorry for him. Cory and Chris were the only ones who had ever been with older men so they each told their stories. Cory made Jay cry as he told about his life before Chris, his B.C. period, he called it. Brad held his boyfriend.
      Chris told his story. He told of his love for an old man, much older than anyone any of the other boys could imagine. He told of the parties with older men and the favors that were bestowed on him by his willingness to make the men feel good.
      "Yeah, feel good with your nine inch cock up their ass," Cory chided. He stroked the man's cock to erection so Brad and Jay could see it. He measured it for them then swallowed the entire pole.
      Chris continued his story and told our duo how he came to have all of these boys living with him. He told them that there were two more boys, brothers that had been left in Pennsylvania for a brief reunion with their mother. It was apparent that all of them were concerned about the brothers so Tyler and Turner told them the story as everyone dressed in shorts, tees, and sandals to go to the barbeque.
      Tyler and his little hero brother were bunking up while their boyfriends, the other brother team, visited their mother. Chris was going to meet the two at the airport in Albany the following morning. He had a rental car reserved in the little town nearby. Brad offered to drive him into get the car. Chris accepted the offer.

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      A much larger crowd than JB had anticipated showed up for the first annual meeting of the Bradford Academy For Gay Boys. JB kept his comments lite and stressed the work being done and the importance of it. He was proud of the fact that the state had now allowed him one hundred and fifty boys and they were arriving as quickly as dorm rooms could be finished to house them.
      There was some opposition to the school by several fundamentalist Christian groups who felt that homosexuality was a sin and an abomination to God. They wanted the school shut down and all of the students placed in facilities where they could be cured of their affliction.
      It was no secret that homosexuality was not in God's plan of "Go forth and populate the earth." There were going to be no babies from this school to leech off of the welfare system. There were no baby factories that could pop a kid out every ten to twelve months and live entirely off of welfare money.
      The purpose of BAG Boys, Jay's nickname was beginning to stick, was to raise boys up to be contributors to society, not drains on it. Each boy was given the finest education as his best strengths were identified and built upon. A poet was led to the beauty within him and not forced to learn how to flip burgers. A pianist was not given a hammer to pound his gifted fingers into pulp. The jock trained his body and his mind but didn't have to learn to ballet or weave baskets.
      Chris was asked to speak to the financial situation of the school. "Let me begin by thanking each and everyone of you for believing in an idea and putting your money down to prove those beliefs. There is a lot going on and your money has made it happen. We have shown a small profit this year and dividend checks will be made available to those who seek them. We have been told that some of you do not want a check this year but that you would like to let your money ride, so to speak. This is your choice.
      "There are some here who have a need, for personal reasons, to cash out. Their full investment plus the dividends will be paid out to them as quickly as possible. While your money has been and is important to this project your support is worth so very much more. We thank each of you for your solidarity to this cause and wish you a very prosperous future."
      Chris's speech, while not long was informative and well received. Five people had come on hard times and cashed out getting their initial twenty five thousand dollar investment with a sweet six point seven percent dividend payment. A much better return than anything else in the low interest markets of the past year. Many of the investors asked for their $1675.00 checks but left the initial investment as it was. They would do something special with the interest payment.
      One lad of sixteen ran up to Jay and kissed him, hard. "I always thought I hated fags but you guys bought me a car. I get my licence this week and my old man just got a check for thirty two hundred dollars. He told me that I could buy me some sweet wheels for school. I love you guys." Jay and the others had a good laugh at the boy's exuberance.
      The federal government had constantly lowered interest rates to try and curb a runaway recession that seemed to loom over the nation's economy. This project grew and made the people money. There were some at the meeting that wanted to invest more money but JB and Chris had already made their plans in that respect and politely informed these folks that new investments were closed while a reorganization of the project was being studied. Shareholders was the one thing that the two men had agreed that they did not need.
      Chris had his people drawing up articles of incorporation for the state's corporation commission. A closed corporation was the only way that the school could survive. It was agreed that the current stockholders were sympathetic to the needs and goals of the school but would their heirs be in the event that the stock should be passed on? This was something that the two men could not take a chance on. By law they needed four officers to form a closed corporation. They really hoped that the ones they chose as Vice President and Secretary would accept, although it was more of an office of title than duty.
      Were the stock to go public the voting power would shift to an unknown quantity. By keeping the controlling stock in close proximity then the school was safe from outside influence. The meeting adjourned and the barbeque began. At dusk the crowd gathered for another, of what some hoped would become, annual fireworks display over the peaceful waters of the private lake deep in the foot hills of the Adirondack Mountain area north of Albany. Because of sever drought conditions and much of America's west and south east being on fire at the time, a fire boat had been brought to the still lake. All day long the boat had sprayed thousands of gallons of water over the forest for about a quarter of a mile in on every side. The fireworks were all aimed to go right down the middle of the lake but one errant misfire could devastate the entire area.
      Chris and the boys joined by JB sat outside on the patio of the Garcia cabin and enjoyed the quiet evening. Christopher was disappointed to learn that Luke Bingham was no longer with the school. Jay and Brad wanted to know how Christopher knew Luke. Christopher told of a trip that he and Chris had made to New York City in February and how he and Chris had fucked JB and Luke to jelly.
      Both boys laughed as the tiny fifteen year old told his tall tale. Christopher, being a lad with no modesty at all stood up and dropped his shorts reveling his two man sized cock to the awe struck teenagers. The boys also focused in on the part about JB's involvement as neither of them had ever seen him in a relationship.
      With the cat out of the bag JB told the boys of his love of teenagers, such as themselves. Chris revealed that he had been one of JB's lovers when he was but a teenager. Chris had hoped that his old friend could stay with Luke, even though the boy had told them that he had a boyfriend named Jerry that he loved very much. When he learned that Luke and Jerry had returned to Albany to run Luke's family store and the story behind that decision he understood but he was still sad for his old friend. He had to find the man a lover. As dean and head of a school for boys he had to be careful. He could not be allowed to have sex with any of the students at anytime for any reason. Even sex with a staff member was a dangerous thing. No JB needed a young man to love.
      The evening wound down and each boy went to bed with his own partner. JB was not in a peaceful state of mind as he longed for the companionship that he saw amongst Chris and his boys. JB was an educator and he did what he did best. He built a school for the molding of young minds. Very honorable, very lonely for a boy lover.

      Chris was up early the next morning. Brad, not normally a morning person was at the coffee pot. Chris wondered over to a stool at the breakfast bar in the large kitchen. Brad set a cup of the hot liquid before Chris. Their eyes locked on each other. Brad felt his knees wobble. He reached out put his arms around Chris who drew him into a tight embrace. The two lingered in the warmth of the other.
      Pulling away Brad took the stool next to Chris and sucked at his own cup of hot coffee. "What time is the plane you have to meet?"
      "They're due in about ten. What is it, about one hundred miles? To the airport from here?"
      "Yeah, but if you catch the turn to Glens Falls you can get the freeway all of the way on and make some good time. I have made it in a little less than an hour and a half.." He sat grinning at himself.
      "Well, I guess I could take Traveler. He could make it in under and hour, easy." At the wide eyed look of the boy Chris told of his rescue mission of Jerry and Tim. Cory had joined them and was sipping his coffee as he verified the story and his white knuckles to boot. He offered to show his permanent finger imprints in the arms of the passenger seat of the big RV.
      Pete rode along with Brad and Jay as they took Chris to get the rental car. Brad said that he could easily have picked the boys up in his truck and saved the car rental fees. Chris told him that he was going to need the car because he had some ideas and he may need to stay in the area for a little longer.
      Chris rented a full sized van with extra seats so he could get fifteen people inside if needed. It was a miserable ride and one that he would never consider owning but it would fill the needs of this trip. He thought that maybe a trip into New York City would be fun for the boys. It was about two hundred and seventy miles. Would the boys take such a trip in the cramped van? He would have to think on it.
      That evening the boys set about preparing the extra thick steaks that Chris had brought back with him. Cas and Lew were trying to put on a brave face but something was amiss but Chris let it go as he watched the young men. He knew that they would open up to him in their time so he was content to watch and see.
      During dinner finances were brought up. Everybody was amazed at the apparently never ending source of money that Chris spent. There was some genuine concerns raised. Then Cas let out his problem. He told the group that they were freeloading off of Chris and doing nothing to support themselves. He had just spent two days with his mother who had berated her sons with their, "Being kept" by a pervert who was on his way to hell and taking her sons along with him.
      Then the real story came out. His parents were broke. They had been ostracized for having raised two sexually deviant sons. They apparently had not taught the boys correctly and had only catered to the boys baser desires. Their father had lost his position with the church which had paid their bills all of these years. They were being made to move from the only home they had known since marriage. They only way that they could see for themselves was to leave the community in disgrace.
      "I am only going to discuss this once. I don't want questions or comments about this ever again. I am not comfortable telling any of you this but here goes anyway," Chris began..
      "I love each of you with all of my heart. From the moment you climbed into my bed inside Traveler until now my love for you has grown. I know every single inch of everyone of you. And I believe that I know your hearts.
      "Boys, I have money. Yes, I spend freely. But that's because I love to give. You think that you aren't paying your way? You're wrong. You pay me every time you smile at me. Every time we speak together I get so much more than money could ever bring me. Christopher, tell them what you heard in the taxi last February."
      "What, when you told grandmother and me that you were worth two billion dollars?" That got the boys to talking. The room was abuzz.
      "That's the one. Problem is I am no longer worth two billion dollars. That was last February. A lot has happened since them. Have any of you ever heard of commodity investment?" A look around the room drew blank expressions. "Gentlemen, every one of you here, except our hosts Brad and Jay, have millions of dollars invested in commodities.
      "The day we returned home from Sacramento I began to invest in your names. I have an obligation to you for your future. What is that obligation? Boys, excuse my crassness. You are so much more than a fuck to me. I am in love with each and everyone of you. I owe you. I love commodity investing and I am good at it. At the current time the big thing is gasoline, to be exact, unleaded regular gasoline.
      "I bought my first two thousand dollar option of gasoline in December of 2001. I took control of hundreds of gallons of gas. By January first of 2002 my two thousand dollars investment doubled. I kept the money in there as I decided to play a little poker. All of the market indicators said regular unleaded gasoline was going to go up. With every nickle of increase at the pump I gripped. Seeing more money going into that little hole in the fender of my car bothered me.
      "When I first bought in gas was selling at the pump for ninety nine cents. By June it was selling for a dollar forty five cents. A forty five percent increase. I had already rolled my two thousand dollars three times and now had six thousand dollars invested with a forty five percent profit.
      "To get on with the story, as you saw on this trip, gasoline is already at two dollars a gallon and more. In February I was worth two billion dollars. Today I am worth five billion dollars and boys, that is cash. That is go to the bank and pick up green dollar bills cash. No houses or buildings. No long term investments in intangibles. Cash.
      "Now, for you. As soon as we returned from Sacramento I put money into commodities for Cory and Cas. I had already invested Tyler and Turner's money. Jerry and Tim joined us so I opened accounts for them. And so on and so on. Each one of you is now worth about a million dollars. Tyler and Turner a little more. Jim and Christopher both had money for me to manage. They are worth quite a bit more.
      "I invest other's peoples money for them and I am good at it. I retired from that line of work and only invest for you and myself now. Cas, you and Lew want money to help your folks, you have it. It is yours. You each have VISA Debit cards, don't you ever look at your balance? Where do you think that money comes from? You receive interest payments to your accounts every month. All of you boys do. We will sit down and go over your investment packages and you can decide if you want to cash out a slow moving investment or move money from another. You have more money then you need to help your family as you see fit.
      "As for the rest of you. I will sit down with you, one on one, and go over your accounts. I won't discuss your personal assets with anyone else. I have already violated that confidentiality with what I have said here now. I just want you to know that I love you and you owe me nothing.
      "One more thing. I was a fifteen year old cocksucker that loved an old man. He took me into his house and he invested in me. He set me up to be what I am today. He educated me in an area that I would need to continue on. He made me get a master's degree in business where I learned the basics of investing. These basics are just that. School can teach you enough to make you hungry. If you are hungry enough you will search for the gourmet methods and learn to make money smarter and easier than school will ever teach you. If schools taught what I have amassed in my search for knowledge the world would be full of billionaires and there would be no hunger or poverty in the world."
      Brad and Jay looked on with envy. They did have a whole new outlook on boys and men. Chris was good looking and either boy would love to jump in his bed. But he was talking about loving old men. He had been in bed with JB. Luke had been in bed with JB in February. They weren't ready to give up on each other but they might consider and romp if the time came.
      Jay asked how everybody came to find out that they were gay. That got a long story going as each couple introduced themselves and told how they, individually had come to grips with their societal difference.
      Jay looked around the room. Nobody seemed to be with anyone. Guys were sitting and holding each other then they would move to someone else. Finally he spoke up. "Do you guys have like boyfriends. I mean is anyone together or do you just do anybody?" A few nervous giggles went around the room.
      "Well, I have seen them pair up like when we set up bedrooms they kind of paired up there." Brad said. "How did you all get together and have you always been gay.
      "Let each boy tell you their story. We'll start by age and work up with our youngest couple telling their stories first," Chris told them.
      "Hi there, I'm Jim Watkins. I am fourteen but I look like a little kid. I am five feet two inches tall. I 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. 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.
      "My boyfriend is Christopher. All of us love each other and we like to mess around but at night we snuggle up with the one we love. He blushed as he said this and Christopher gave him a hot kiss."
      "My turn? My name is Christopher William Dickerson. When I was growing up everybody called me Chrissy. Chris said that sounded like a girl's name and he said I wasn't no girl." He flopped his man sized hard cock at everybody as they laughed at him. "I couldn't shorten my nick name. That would be to confusing with two Chrises so Chris started calling me by my middle name in short version, Will. I told him that I didn't like being called Will so now I use my whole name, Christopher. It sounds better to me.
      Now 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 really really small, tiny. That's what Chris says, I only come up to his chest. I stand four foot eight inches tall since I have grown and inch. Chris took me to a doctor right after the new year and see if I might need some sort of medicine to grow up. The doctor made me start taking vitamins. We all take them, every day. 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.
      "Chris found me standing in the freezing cold somewhere on a country road in Kansas last winter. He rescued me and sucked some life back into me." He let out with his cute little boy giggle. "My step dad abused me and Chris got him put in prison. I just got the letter a couple of months ago. They put him in prison in Kansas for boy rape and murder. Chris looked it up on his computer. The bastard had killed some homosexual kid when he was in highschool. The police had only figured out that he did it when they got his DNA. He fucked the kid first then killed him. He got arrested a few years back and they took his DNA. It took a long time but the police finally linked Ted to the murder. He got forty seven years with life time probation when he gets out." Everybody flinched at the words boy rape and a few eyes turned to me with tears in them. "My mother got killed so Chris helped me to live with my grand mother. Jim 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 there. Now Jim and I have our own room there and our grandmother's live in Jim's old house.
      "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 think I'm really lucky to live with all of these guys. They really love me and look out for me. We all go to the same school so it's like having nine brothers watching my back. I am in love with Jimmy though and I'll kill anyone who try's to steal him away from me." I looked at him. I had the look. "I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean it like that. I wouldn't hurt anybody, very bad."

      "We're next. I'm Trevor Thomas and this is my cousin, brother, boyfriend, lover, Alec Thomas. Take a bow young sir. Thank you, thank you. That's enough applause. Now let's see. Oh yeah. Well, we're fifteen. We were camping out in Yosemite National Park when we met Chris, Tyler and Turner. I guess it's been almost sixteen months or more.
      "My mother is very religious and beat me over being gay. She couldn't deal with it. My old man doesn't have any balls so he pushed me off on his brother, Alec's dad. Uncle Ken and Aunt Paula adopted me and I was their son. It was long after I moved in with Alec that my mother found out that he was gay too. She freaked out. Anyway Alec's mom died so we moved to Tucson to live with Chris. Alec and I have our own room together and we really love to love each other. I guess I was Alec's first. I had a friend that I kind of messed around with but Alec was the first that I ever sucked and who ever sucked me.
      "As you can see we are the same size, all the way down to our five and a half inch cocks. We had neither one ever seen foreskin until we met all of these guys but we love them."

      With a big grin on his face Cullen began, "Well you met me already, lads. And me boyfriend Cory here is me best mate." Chris gave Cullen a weird look. He explained that he didn't like him using an accent. That will only draw attention to him and he is trying to keep him safely hidden away. "Your face is going to stick like that one of these days old man." We had to take a break as Chris chased his naked ass out of the house and around the yard. Chris caught him and bent him over his knee for the death by tickle punishment. Cullen peed on Chris but finally gave up and surrendered. He confessed to the other's that for an old man Chris was quick. The chase began again as Chris took off after him again and he gave up quickly this time with no more old jokes.
      "I guess really that I am the youngest bloke in the house. I am fourteen. I had a friend in England that really made me...my knees wiggle." He looked at Chris with a grin on his face. "I talked to my mum and dad about my feelings. Dad and I had a long talk about boys and hormones and growing up. Chris read the same book cause he tells the same story, almost word for word. I have to hide out for awhile. Mum brought me over the pond to live with my grand uncle Chris. He is a grand fellow and I am so glad that he took me in. I found out that I really am bent and I have a whole house full of poofs to be bent with."
      I have to admit the boy has stamina. He outran more of the boys than I thought that he would. He came back in a little wetter for his actions as they had thrown him in the lake. Cory was telling his side of their story when Cullen dripped in.
      "I'm Cory Conway-Dickson. 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 met my grandfather. My grandfather found my mother in jail and brought her to live on the reservation. She married another Indian and is happy now. My grandfather found my birth certificate so I know my birthday. I was born in June of nineteen eighty eight so I just turned seventeen week before last. All the guys gave me their candles to blow then they snuffed them out up my ass.
      "I got started in school. I have grown an inch or so and 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. Chief Steve, my grandfather helped Chris to adopt me so I am his son. I may only be seventeen years old but I know what I want and I want my daddy, Chris.
      "Cullen is my adopted Cousin. We are related by blood somewhere down there, aren't we?" Chris shook his head no. "Oh well. Cullen is still my boy friend. I don't guess it's incest if we don't have like blood in us."

      After the applause died down Turner stood up. "My name is Turner Youngman. I am fifteen years old. I am five foot six 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. It swells out to a hefty, mouth watering six and a half 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.
      "I had a friend that I had known since forever. He and I kind of learned everything together. We started to jack off and later suck each other when we were about twelve. I 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. I have a real man with real man meat and he knows how to touch me. I love you." He kissed Lew.
      "When my mother died the state put me in a foster home where I was gang raped. I ran away and went to find my brother, Tyler. Chris found me on the road and showed me love and compassion. He has been the best friend Tyler and me ever had." Many of the boys had tears in their eyes as they reached over to pat Turner on the back and back side.
      "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. What I really hate is my round face. I look like a baby. My nose points up like a little kid. 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 used to tell him that we needed friends so we can do it three way. He likes it now that there are plenty here who will join us. I like Turner. He is sweet and is fun to be with."

      Tim rose to his knees and waved his extra thick and long, soft cock at the wide eyed boys."I'm Tim Mark. I am 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.
      "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 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 rose up out of the swamp about two feet. I beached the boat and 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 cumed, 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 Friday 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 and they were all in jail. Claude and Earl got their dad's and Earl's uncle and beat the shit out of my old man. He didn't know why. If he did he would have beat me more. Later I learned that they told the sheriff why they beat my old man and he let them go.
      "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 him 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.
      "My dad found out about me and Jerry. He beat me so bad. The police busted in and took him to jail but he got and was going to kill Jer and me so we moved to out to live with Chris and all of our brothers here." That got a lot of hugs and awwwsss.
      "My name is Jerry Thompson. I am sixteen and I love Tim. Tim and I have been through some shit and I guess that we 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 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 CD player 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 naive. 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 cumed 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.
      "So, like Tim said, his old man hired some dude to kill us. We e-mailed Chris. He called us up and told us to get the hell out of Dodge. We did. We drove all night until we had a flat in Houston. Chris and Cory pulled up to our van and took us to live with them and here we are. We hope that it will be legal to get married when we turn eighteen. We want a big wedding with all of our brothers there. We're going to take lots of pictures and sent them to our dads and all of their friends and families. We are going to buy full pages in the local newspaper and have our wedding pictures printed, in full color. We are going to buy televison time and announce our marriage to the whole state while we kiss each other. I have dad's church directory so that we can send big 8x10 color prints to everybody dad knows."
      "Your dad will help Tim's dad pay that hit man if you're not careful." Chris told him.

      "Hey, I'm Tyler Youngman. I'm Turner's big bro. I was fourteen and I had all of these weird thoughts in my head all of the time. I was at my best friend's house. We were laying on his bed and his cock was sticking out through the leg hole of his running shorts. I stared at it for like the longest time. I wanted it so bad that I just lost control and reached over and put my mouth on it. He screamed out. His mother was in the hall way and looked to see why he had screamed and there I was with his cock in my mouth. She started yelling at me and I ran away. She had called my house by the time I got home. My old lady freaked out. My old man was a puss and just walked away. They ran me off and told me to never come back.
      "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. I plan to make something of my life. I have a boyfriend here in the house. His name is Cas. He goes to the university too.
      "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.".
      Cas got up and turned his ass to the room. He slapped his cheek, hard, leaving a large, red hand print. "That boys, is a tight end. Yeah, I'm Tyler's bottom." He turned around to show his extra thick dong, "but I will give you a thrill ride if you care to mount up. My name is Emmitt Casper, like the ghost, I know, heard it before. My family called me Em, what a sissy name. I asked Chris to call me Cas. He sometimes call me crass but that is a kinky story for only a few insiders.
      "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. This makes her lower than man, his servant, his property. A man is to hold it over a woman. Anything less and the elders 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.
      Now don't go speculating. I won't tell you what our sect is. I don't want you judging them. They are doing what they feel is right. Our state has a lot of Amish and Quaker churches and towns. There are a lot of Mennonite people around. Our town believes in Saturday as the Sabbath. Our men dress mostly in black suits and our women in plain dresses with little white bonnets. We don't really follow any one group's teaching or another's, we follow the teaching of our leaders as they believe the Bible tells them how to live.
      Chris let's us all study the Bible for ourselves and we all like to read together every night. We ask questions and Chris has us turn to his stack of Concordances as we let the Bible answer all of our questions. Yeah, it takes a lot of time but that is what we are studying for. We want to know what the Bible says, not what some dead dude said that it said. One thing Chris will not tolerate is somebody telling us that the Bible says this or that. He says, "Show me." They often try but we have seen that every time they have taken a part of a paragraph, or worse, part of a sentence, and tried to build doctrine around it.
      "So do you still keep Saturday as your Sabbath? Brad and his family do and I have learned that it is the right day for me. Brad has me study with him and that is what the Bible says." Jay has a quick and enquiring mind.
      "Yes, I do, we do. Lew and I showed all of the guys what the Bible says and they all agree. There is nothing in the Bible to tell us to worship on Sunday. Anyway, I was telling why I was where I was when Chris found me.
      "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 I destroyed my best friend with my big faggot ass mouth. Everyone thought that I was the victim of a rape. I loved. Isaac so I told the court that he was my best friend and that we had been messing around for over three years. That got Isaac sent to prison for more than fifty years as a sexual predator. When he gets out he will enter a hospital, for life so that he can never prey on another helpless child.
      "The court was told of my sect's teachings and my forthcoming training, 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 highschool 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, we were in front of a big picture of a half naked Indian and Lew pulled the front of his pants down and showed me his hard cock. I could just see my dad 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 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. I guess 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. 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 and I are a couple and the way we see it we would like to be together eighty years from now. We both go to the university. We don't have any classes together but we do study anatomy together every evening.
      "Do you like ever do it, you know, in your shoulder pads and shit?" Jay was blushing as he asked his question.
      "What goes on in our bedroom stays in our bedroom. If you and Brad want to come spend the night with us you might learn a few new moves though." The challenge was laid and it was picked up at once as Brad said they would spend the entire night with them. It was a week later before the four got together for the night. A trip to the Big Apple came first. The whole house laughed most of that night because of the noise coming from those four horny teenagers.

      "Hi, I'm Pete, Peter O. Engblahm. Yeah, I'm Swedish. I'm the old man of the house at nineteen. 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. I actually look better with a military buzz, and it is easier on me with all of the swimming I like to do. Oh, by the way guys, I have qualified to be on my college swim and dive team." The cheers went up around the room at that news.
      "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 this 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.
      "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 quarter inches long, an exact 17 cm. Chris likes to know how big around it is so he measures us, often. I am five and a half inches, or 14 cm, around at about mid-shaft. My cock is the same thickness from the base to the head. 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. I grew up on several different military bases around the country. We ended up in Kansas City, Mo. where dad wanted to stay until he retires this year. I spent most of my two years there developing my body at the gym with a bunch of young Marines.
      "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 seventeenth 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 mouth was 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 our second load of huge globs of cum back and forth into each other's mouths as we tried to shove our cocks 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 country side 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 at 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 almost 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 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 I 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 his face...
      "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 Chris 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 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 cock head 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 timer ding of the dryer 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 it 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 the 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. I picked up the contents of my pockets and found my blousing rubbers. I 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, MPs" I thought. 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. Things really changed for us last Thursday, just five days ago. Chris and I became life partners. Fuck, I know Chris will still suck and fuck little boys until he dies but he and I are together now. 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."

      "Thank you for all the praise boys but you have to remember, I'm not some Knight in shining armor come to rescue you. I am a sexual pervert come to screw you. I took you in for my own deviated sexual pleasures and I use you to my own sexual needs.
      "Yeah, right. That's why you have made us all rich?"
      "Oh the money is just for the ease of my conscience. You people are going to have to learn to think like the law. There is no such thing as a benevolent person wanting to help another without some personal gain. In my case it is clear that my motivation is being surrounded by horny, naked boys." Chris was readily attacked by all fifteen of them.
      Jay asked to hear his story so Chris told him all about Charlie and then Chris told him about his history with JB.
      "I was such a frightened little twelve year old seventh grader. I loved to look at other guy's peckers 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.
      "I found out what it was like to suck a dick, one day after school in my eighth grade year. 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 facing him on the edge of the bath tub. 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 would jack off afterwards and I saw his cum a few times but I was fifteen before I tasted of that nectar. Charlie 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 met him at a party one of my friends had. Charlie was a family friend of this boy and was staying with them. See Blues
      "Charlie ended up as chaperone for a party of kids while my friend's parents were out of town. I should be so lucky, a forty five year old, openly gay, boy lover chaperoning a teenage party. Ten boys stayed over for the weekend and everyone of us got our cocks sucked for two nights and two days. Charlie taught us how to suck and fuck each other and I never heard a single complaint from any of us that stayed over. If anyone of the boys had any virginity or qualms about boy sex it was overcum that weekend. I had Charlie and ten teenagers—ranging from a sweet fourteen year old to his seventeen year old brother with the eight others about fifteen and sixteen years old, including my best friend,—fill my mouth and ass with cum as I filled theirs. It was the wildest orgy I had ever heard of.
      "Monday morning we could hardly walk about the halls of our school. Only two of the boys from the party went to my school. We didn't speak to each other, just nodded and smiled at the way the other was walking.
      "I was drawn to Charlie from the first and I was the first to suck his dick. The host, my best friend, was shocked. He had sucked Charlie off before but he didn't think that I would. My friend and I had a whole new focus for our friendship for the next two years of school. Charlie had just retired and was building a house in town. By the time we graduated highschool he was settled in and I moved in with him. My dad passed away during my junior year and my mother never fully recovered. She died when I was twenty one. They never knew I was gay.
      "Charlie trained me to become a stock broker and how to trade in commodities. By the time I was thirty I had amassed a very comfortable port folio. Charlie got me on the trading floor at the NYSE. We spent a week each month fucking New York's youngest and finest and making tons of money on the exchange.
      "I cashed out when Charlie died and set off to see America. It was April, 2004. I was looking for love. I didn't want another old man. Charlie was the only man I ever wanted. I wanted some greasy kid stuff, cream of some young guy, twink juice..
      "One investment I held on to is with a man that Charlie introduced me to at a party in Albany...Mr. Jerrod Bradford. JB was going to open a school for gay street youth. He showed us the statistics and I was surprised at the number of children that were thrown away by society and their families for being a little different.
      "I wanted to come to New York and see him. In January Christopher and I came to the Big Apple. JB brought a boy named Luke and showed me what he had done with my initial, small investment. I liked what he had to offer and invested five million dollars in his school. I also invested in his memories as we spent three days in my apartment pleasing his insatiable itch. Well Christopher pleased his I was too busy with the hunk, Luke"
      That really perked both Jay and Brad up. Chris asked if they might see Luke. They thought that was a great idea.
      Everybody broke off for bed. I watched as Jay walked off with Brad. The boy has one sweet ass. I can see Brad's fascination with him. He seems very sharp
      As was typical for the Fourth of July, the weather was hot and muggy. The evening breeze seemed like the best thing going. Brad suggested a repeat of last summer's sleeping arrangements. Within minutes mattresses were lain about the large patio and bedding placed on it. Brad and Jay sat together in a large chair and held each other. Chris walked up to them and asked if he could talk to them.
      "First of all I want to tell you how good you two look together. You are made for each other. I have had long talks with my old friend JB about you two for several months now. What you two pulled off here last summer was nothing short of miraculous. You single handedly organized a group of belligerent boys and unified them to a common goal. Your efforts, more than any other galvanized this school and proved that it could work. A simple task of putting a bunch of unwanted kids together and having them work with one another was something that no one believed could be done, especially in the short amount of time that you did it.
      "Then to add to the success story, I guess it's your dad, Brad? Went to the townspeople and raised an interest in what this school could do. Braced by the example of their willingness to better themselves and pull together. Being able to show people what these boys had done with no hope of personal gain, they did it. You have no idea how much I love you two. JB and I owe everything that this school is and what it will become to the two of you. I tell you boys, you are extremely unique." He pulled the two boys into a hug which they reciprocated as they moved to sit on either side of him and move in close.
      "Tell me, what can I do for you?"
      "Well...." both boys were looking at Chris's cock. The three of them laughed. "Really? Could you teach us to earn money like you were talking about?"
      "It's done."
      "Huh?" blank stares greeted Chris.
      "I set up accounts in both of your names last February when I was in NY. When JB and Luke told me about you, well let's just say that I was blown away. I am so honored to get to meet you. I really do want to get to know you so much better. I don't mean like, sex, I mean as friends."
      "Oh." The let down could be heard in Jay's voice. Brad just looked down at his crossed legs.
      "If, on the other hand you two might want to get to know me as well on the very personal level that I would like to get to know you I would be the lucky one." He received hugs and kisses for that statement. The boys were reticent to their decision. They had reservations about mixed generations but Chris was not that much older than they, was he? They didn't know that he was the same age as Brad's dad, Ricardo, Ric. To the disappointment of the other campers Chris led the two youngsters to his bedroom and the door was locked.
      I am but an outsider myself. I am much more outside than the boys around the fire pit. I too wanted to know what went on in Chris's bedroom. From the looks on the faces of the two younger of the trio, it must have been a wallopalooza. The two boys grinned at everything the next day. They seemed to be in love with the world. Having been in bed with Chris themselves everyone understood and had nothing but warmth in his heart for the two new boys in Chris's, and they were sure, their lives.

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