Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 13:54:06 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: Society Boys Chapter 84

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


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Chapter 84

We walked into the house and saw a dozen guys running around.  Surprisingly
all of them had clothes on, although a few were in shorts around the pool.
Kyle saw us almost immediately and came running up to greet us.

"Hey guys, I kinda didn't expect you back until tomorrow," he grinned.

"Obviously," I said smiling back "Where's Cory during your orgy?"

"He's with Jason and Alex.  They said they were going to spend the night
over at Cory's place, so I asked a few friends over.  It's not an orgy,
it's just a party," he said trying to correct me.  "Well except for Forrest
up in the playroom upstairs.  He's providing essential services for any
drunk or horny guys.  Very necessary for these kinds of parties.  You can't
have guys going home full of jizz, or having it leak out of their shorts
and get all over the furniture, so they leave it in Forrest.  You know,
like having an ashtray for smokers, but instead of leaving ashes, they
leave jizz."

"Yeah, I get it," I laughed.  "Nice to see you being so considerate."

"That's just how I roll," Kyle beamed and ran off to get back to his
friends.

"Well, it would be rude of us not to join in, wouldn't it?  Can I go and
get a drink?"  Troy asked as he started to take off his shirt.

"Definitely," I agreed as I leaned over and kissed Colin and took him by
the hand to go down to the activity room

Kyle strolled over with a shirtless Jordan following behind him.

"Hey Jordan.  We haven't seen you in a while.  How you been dude?"  I asked
him as I gave Kyle's friend a hug.

"I've been good, but things are tough at home.  My Mom has to sell the
house because my Dad is no longer part of the picture and we can't afford
to keep the place because he's not paying us anything."

I felt so bad because I felt like we had a part in it.  We had drained
their bank account and Jordan had come out gay as a result of the fight
with Kyle.  It sucked that Jordan was being affected like this.  "So what
will happen?  You guys gonna get an apartment or something?"  I asked.

"I dunno.  My Dad is still bitching about the fact that he owes money to
Kyle which the court will keep once they sell the house, so there won't be
anything left."

"Doesn't your Mom work?"

"Sure, but it's not enough to pay the mortgage and give my Dad his half of
the house money.  Kinda sucks that I have to move.  Mom is talking about
going out east to get away from him.  I don't want that."

"You know what you need.  You need a good blowjob and fuck to get your mind
off things," I chuckled.

"Already did that.  It didn't take the first time.  Maybe I'll have to go
again to see if that helps.  Do you know anyone who is horny?"  He laughed
as he sat on my lap and wiggled his ass.  I pushed the back of his shorts
down and ran my finger into his crack and poked at his lubed hole.  "Gross,
sloppy seconds.  Who wants an ass that's been used more than a $10 hooker?"

"HEY!  I get $50, I'll have you know."

"$50 for a used ass?  Damn that's pricey."

I pushed my finger further into his crack and he moaned and leaned against
me.  I pulled his head back and planted a big kiss on his lips.  He kissed
back and moved his ass on my finger.

"You like that huh?"  I asked when we finally separated lips.

"God yeah.  You're so sexy."

"You think I'm sexy?"  I said smirking at Jordan.

"Duh!  You're like the hottest guy I know.  No offense Colin, because
you're killer cute too."

"Thanks?  I think..."  Colin said as he tweaked Jordan's nipple.

"Jordan, you keep wiggling your ass on my cock like that and I'm going to
strip you and fuck you right here in front of everyone," I warned him.  He
wiggled more and laughed.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, a few of the guys that Kyle has
over are straight.  Well, straight but gay friendly."

"They'd have to be around here," I smiled.  "I'm surprised that the whole
house isn't naked yet.  This has got to be a first."

"I think the nude guys are upstairs in the room with that leather swing in
it.  The last time I went up there Aaron was fucking Myles, but I think
Forrest is waiting for his turn on the swing."

"Well, I guess we should go check it out.  I wouldn't mind getting you
naked and having a ride on the Jordan express."

"Just remember, I get 50 bucks," he giggled as he slid off my lap.

"You cumming Colin?"  I asked.

"Go ahead, I'm gonna go smoke a J first and then come up."

I took Jordan by the hand and as we got up to the next level, I pulled him
into the kitchen, spun him around and pushed him face down on the table.  I
got behind him and yanked his shorts to the floor.  "If this ass is 50
bucks, I'm going to have a look at it first.  Maybe test drive it to see if
it's any good."  I dropped to my knees and pushed my face right into his
crack and stabbed his hole with my tongue.  He moaned appreciatively and
moved back against my tongue so I could get in deeper.  I pulled his cheeks
apart and pushed my face further into his hole.  I used one hand to reach
between his legs to grab hold of his hardening cock and stroked him.  My
own dick was becoming painful inside my pants as it was also rock hard, so
I popped the button on my jeans and fished it out.  I moved from his ass a
little and spit into my hand to give myself some lubrication.  I returned
to tonguing his hole as I fisted my steel pole.

"You know we eat on that table?"  said Kyle as he came in the kitchen
behind me.

I mumbled.  "I am eating."  Kyle just went to the fridge to grab a couple
of drinks and then watched us.

"Hey Kyle, do me a favour.  Hold him down.  I'm gonna fuck him."

"50 bucks.  50 bucks," cackled Jordan as he laughed.

"Kyle can you shut him up?  Put something in his mouth."

Kyle grinned and went over and shoved his thumb into Jordan's mouth. I
stood up and pushed my pants to my ankles and just as I was about to fuck
him, I had another idea.  I saw a beer bottle on the counter almost full.
I reached over and grabbed it and it must have been there a while as it was
almost warm.  I spit into my hand and rubbed it around the neck of the
bottle and pressed it against Jordan's hole.  He tensed up as it began to
enter him, so I slapped him hard against his ass cheek and he gasped as the
crack reverberated around the kitchen.  I shoved the bottle in and tipped
it up until the beer had flowed into him.  I looked at Kyle who was
smirking back at me and wondering what I was doing.

"I figured he needed a drink and this should also give him some lubricant,"
I explained as I pulled the bottle out and put it aside.  Then, without
warning I pressed my dick against his hole and pushed in.  I could feel the
cool liquid in his ass sloshing around and it was a very weird feeling.  It
was like I was fucking him underwater.  I could smell the beer each time I
pulled out and then as I slammed back in, it moved like a wave around my
cock.  Next time I did something like that I was going to have to use warm
water, as the cooler liquid was having the same effect as if I was in a
cold pool.  You know...shrinky dink.  I fucked him faster and harder, but I
was losing my hardon and the smell of beer was overwhelming.  I'd heard of
beer battered fish before, but this was the first time I'd heard of a beer
battered ass.  I could see looking at Kyle that he was sporting a nice
chubby in his swim shorts and he looked so cute standing there with his
thumb in Jordan's mouth like a pacifier. I continued to fuck Jordan until
my dick just went soft and plopped out.  Note to self.  No more fucking in
cold beer asses.  I slapped him across each cheek lightly.

"Hold that liquid in and pull your shorts back up and lets go get you
emptied out."  Kyle pulled his thumb out and Jordan stood up and dressed.
The whole room stank of beer.  I looked over at Kyle.  "Don't get too
comfortable.  I'm taking your ass later.  Maybe I'll do it in front of all
your friends and let them see what a slut you are."

"I don't think so," he grinned.  "Several of the guys down there are
actually straight.  That's why the whole place isn't running around naked
and fucking."

"All the more fun.  Get straight boys horny and drunk and I'll bet not a
single one leaves without having had at least one blowjob."

"You wish," Kyle smiled.

"Dare me."  I chuckled as I grabbed Jordan by the hand and pulled him
upstairs to the bathroom to drain his beer ass and let him use the bidet to
clean up.  He squirted out the beer and rinsed his hole three times before
I figured he had stopped smelling like a brewery.

"I think that beer went straight to my head.  I feel kinda drunk," Jordan
complained.

"Actually it went straight to your blood stream and you probably are drunk.
A beer in the ass is the equivalent of three if you drink it.  How many
beer does it take before you are feeling it?"

"Two.  I'm a bit of a light weight."

I laughed and told him to leave his clothes off and we crossed the hall to
the playroom.  Forrest was lying on his back on the sling while Myles was
fucking him.  That was a bit of a surprise as Myles is normally the guy
being dominated.

"What the fuck are you doing slave?  Get your cock out of the boy and let a
real man get in there."  I snapped causing him to look at me and smile.  He
pulled out and immediately got out of the way and dropped to his knees and
spread his legs wide.  His raging boner was so fucking hot that I almost
wanted to go and do him right away, but since he was my slave, he could
wait.  Instead I went over and put my foot on it and pressed it to the
floor.  "You don't get to fuck someone without my permission boy, or I'll
crush every bone in that dick so that you can't use it again."

Forrest laughed.  "I know it's called a boner, but I don't think there are
actually bones in it."

"So Sparkles thinks he knows everything does he?  Jordan, go plug that
gaping hole he calls an ass will you?

"That's Prince Twinkledick to you, and of course I know everything," he
replied with a smirk.

"Really?  Well maybe we should double fuck you then.  See if that wipes the
smile off your face.  Maybe my cock and Aaron's."

"I'm good, but I'm not that good," He said lifting his head to look at me.
"But I'd love to suck you off if you'll get naked."

You don't have to ask me twice.  Forrest is so cute and with being so
flamboyant, it made him even cuter at times.  Right now was one of those
times.  He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in
anticipation.  Now who am I to deny someone in need.  I yanked my shirt off
and quickly got out of my pants and underwear so that I was as naked as he
was.  I went over and grabbed his head and turned it so that my cock was
aligned with his open mouth.  I had barely begun to push inside him when he
moved closer to take me down his throat even quicker.  "Mmmmm," he moaned
as he reached for his cock to begin stroking himself.  He loved being spit
roasted and Jordan seemed to be enjoying himself too.  I looked over at
Myles who was watching, but as soon as he saw me look at him, he quickly
shot his eyes to the floor, like a good slave should.  I smiled to myself
as his cock was showing no signs of deflating.  This boy was about to be
humiliated in front of everyone.  I'd soon find out just how far he wanted
to push this slave thing.

I didn't take long to shoot my load down Forrest's throat.  I took him a
bit by surprise as I held him by the head and blasted into him.  He coughed
a little as I flooded his mouth.  I pulled out and wiped my wet dick all
over the side of his face.  As Jordan saw me do this he grunted and shot
his own load inside Forrest's tight hole.  I leaned down and kissed Forrest
tasting my cum on his lips. "Mmmm, nice flavour."

"Your cock tasted like beer," he said smiling.  "You fuck a keg or
something?"

"Yeah the keg of Jordan," I laughed.  Jordan pulled his dick out of Forrest
and looked totally spent.

"Slave, don't just sit there like a doorstop, get over and clean Jordan's
dick off."

Myles quickly scrambled over to Jordan and took his cock into his mouth and
slurped and sucked until he was total clean and almost on his way back to
hard again.  Once Jordan took his cock away, Myles just stayed where he
was.

"Don't stop there, boy.  Get your tongue into Forrest's hole and lick all
that cum out."

"Gross," said Jordan as he curled up his nose in disgust.  Myles drove his
face into Forrest's ass and I watched as he probed it with his tongue
getting all Jordan's cum out.  This boy had come a long way since he
started his slave training.  He was about to be tested to the max shortly.
Forrest moaned and slowly stroked his hard cock as Myles licked and rimmed
his sweet hole.  I reached over and took hold of his 6 ½ inch cut cock
and gripped it tight as I stroke him.  I pulled it down between his legs
and bashed it on Myles head.

"Okay slave, get up here and suck this cock.  Forrest badly needs to blow
his load."  Myles jumped to his feet and I aimed Forrest's cock at his
mouth and then pushed his head all the way down on it.  He tried to gag,
but I slapped him on the ass and told him to shut up and take it.  Christ
it was only 6 ½" not 10.  Fucking pussy.  "Slave, hurry up and get that
juice into you."  He sucked on it like it was the only thing in his life
worth doing.  As he was bent over, I shoved my thumb up his ass and played
with his prostate.  He jumped but kept sucking.  Forrest announced that his
load was on the way, so I held the top of Myles head and pushed it up and
down as we waited for the cock to erupt.  Once Forrest grabbed onto the
side of the sling and I could see him releasing his boys, I pushed Myles
all the way down and held him in place as I continued to thumb fuck him.
Forrest stopped panting and relaxed, so I allowed Myles to get off him.  I
pulled my finger out of his ass and went over to the drawers and pulled out
a collar and leash for Myles, as well as a leather snap cock ring.

"Kneel slave," I told him.  He looked at me in horror as he saw them and I
think he knew what I had in mind.  I fastened the collar around his neck
and clipped the leash to it.  I got dressed and told the other two guys to
put their clothes on as well.  Once we were ready, I told Myles to stand
and I grabbed his cock and fastened the cock ring around his shaft and
balls and tightened it snuggly.  Once I was satisfied, I slowly stroked his
cock and kissed his cheeks and nibbled his ears until he was fully erect.
"Nice, now follow along and let's go show off that cock and how smooth you
are.  I hope everyone has seen you naked before or they're gonna think you
haven't gone through puberty yet."

"Master, may I speak?"  He asked nervously.

"Go ahead," I agreed.

"Sir, some of those guys down there are straight and have no idea that I am
your slave.  I have to go to school with some of them.  Can we do something
else?"

"Of course.  I mean a slave always is allowed to choose what he does and
doesn't want to do.  I was just going to show your hardon to everyone.  I
mean you have a 7 inch dick, so it's not like your small or anything, but
since you figured that would be embarrassing, we won't do that.  So
instead, I'll take you downstairs and when I stop and talk to someone,
you'll kneel and rest your ass on your heels and spread your legs wide and
when I'm finished talking, you will ask the guy I'm talking to if you can
give them a blow job.  If you fail to do it, then I'll take you into the
middle of the room and arrange for a few guys to fuck you while everyone
else watches.  If the guy says he doesn't want a blowjob, ask him again and
tell him how good you are.  If he still refuses, then you can offer him
your ass.  Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," he said looking horrified.  Even Forrest and Jordan looked a
little shocked as they knew the straight guys too.  It was one thing to
know that you're friend might be gay, it was something else for him to be
naked with a boner being led around asking to have sex with everyone.  Also
if someone agreed to let him suck their cock, he would be doing it in front
of everyone.  We wouldn't allow him to be photographed even though he was
legally old enough.  That was something we reserved for ourselves.  I
pulled him out of the room on his leash and he followed.  He tried to
minimize the embarrassment by looking down at the ground as we walked so he
wouldn't have to see their reactions.

I walked up to the first boy I didn't recognize that was talking to Aaron
and introduced myself.  "Hey, I'm Justin."

"Patrick," he said smiling at me.  He had short dark brown hair and a few
faded freckles on his face, showing his age a little bit.  He was probably
16, maybe 17, but seemed small for his age.  They thing that I notice the
most were the dimples when he smiled.  I almost wanted to put my fingers in
them and twist.  Weird, I know.  He was making my dick hard.  I know that's
hardly a news flash, since pretty much every guy makes my dick hard.  "So
how do you guys know each other?"

"We're in the same school.  Aaron and I are in Phys. Ed. together.  I also
run the backstage area for the drama club."

"So like an AV nerd?"

"No, more like a stage manager to get everyone on their marks on time," he
explained.

"Nice.  Well it's nice to meet you."  I stopped and looked at Myles who
dropped to his knees and looked up at Patrick.  I could see his heart
thumping so hard that his whole chest was moving and I was pretty sure I
could hear it beating.

"Sir, may I give you a blowjob and take care of your needs?" he said
struggling to get the words out.

"What?"  said Patrick obviously not sure that he had heard.

"Sir, I would like to give you a blowjob," he repeated.

"Is he serious?"  Patrick asked.

"Of course.  Whip our cock out and he'll suck it for you."

"Right here?"  He asked looking around at the guys looking at Myles on his
knees.

"Doesn't have to be.  We can go upstairs to a bedroom.  If you don't want a
blowjob, you can just fuck him instead," I offered.

"I dunno.  I've only had one blowjob and it wasn't that good.  The girl got
her teeth in the way and cut me."

"What was she?  A vampire.  Trust me Myles is a pro.  If he doesn't get you
off properly, he'd get punished so he's always perfect."

"I dunno.  This is kinda weird," He said as he rubbed his crotch obviously
feeling the sexual tension in front of him.

"It's up to you.  If you need to get rid of that boner, just come find us."
I reached out and cupped his groin through his pants and he jumped a bit
and moved slightly back, turning a slight shade of red as he did.  I smiled
to him and pulled Myles up and we went in search of the next guy.  The
second straight boy was called Jimmy and after I introduced myself and
Myles was down on his knees again and asked if he could blow him, Jimmy
just turned red and said politely declined.  He did take a moment to check
out Myles' body though.  I thought we might convince him, but no such luck.
We tried two other guys, but no one was up for the event.

"Looks like you're losing your touch slave.  Obviously no one wants your
skanky body.  Maybe we'll have to put you on an exercise program.  I've
never seen a straight boy turn down a blowjob before.  Way to scare them
off."

"Sorry Master," Myles said trying not to smile at me.  I handed his leash
to Aaron and told him to take the trash away.

"Make sure you tie him into the sling and I'll let everyone know that he's
available to use for the next hour," I said to Aaron.  "Secure him tightly
so that he can't get away.  Put a blindfold on him as well."

Aaron took the leash and pulled Myles upstairs.  I smiled and went over to
stand next to Kyle.  I put my arm around him and leaned against him as he
talked to one of his friends.





Jared, from next door, and Troy jumped in the pool and began to dunk each
other as they played around.  It didn't take long before it turned into a
wrestling session and Jared resurfaced with Troy's shorts over his head.
He spun them around and flung them onto the deck.  Troy wasn't one to lose
easily so he attacked back and yanked off Jared's shorts next.  It didn't
look like Jared put up much of a fight though.  He grabbed Troy and backed
against the side of the pool and pulled Troy against him so that his chest
was against his back.  From the position they were in, it was obvious to
see that Jared was slightly squatting down as Troy straddled him.  I
watched closely at the facial expressions and you could almost see the
moment of penetration as Troy sighed slightly.  Then he began to bob up and
down in the water oblivious to anyone around them who might be watching.  I
walked over to them.

"Enjoying the fuck Troy?"

"Hell yeah."

"Jared, just make sure you cum inside him fully so that we don't have your
floaties in the pool."

"No problem there," he grinned as I saw his hand wrap around Troy's waist
and grab his cock.  "But I can't promise that Troy won't spew in the pool.

"Once you've finished fucking my brother, get your ass to the playroom so
that I can fuck you.  Lie face down on the bed and have your legs spread.
I recommend having your ass lubed up too."

Jared smiled and fucked Troy faster.  Such a slut.  How do these boys get
to be so slutty?  I will have to teach them how to behave...Just as soon as
I try to get the straight boys naked.  I wanted to see the three straight
cocks before the day was over.  It was only a short while later when I got
my first chance.  Patrick headed into the downstairs bathroom and I
followed him in.

"Oh sorry dude, I'm just taking a piss, I won't be long," he said as I
startled him a bit.

"Don't worry about it.  We can take a piss together.  No different than a
public bathroom," I said as he stared at me.

"I suppose.  You guys sure are comfortable about being naked around here
aren't you?"  He asked as we stepped up to the toilet.

"Sure, why wouldn't we be?  We're all guys and we all have dicks.  Plus
most of us are gay so it's just not a big deal.  Hell we usually skinny dip
all the time around here.  Nudity is about as common junk food around
here."  I watched as he pulled his cock out to take a piss.  I wasn't
trying to hide the fact that I was looking either.  I opened the top of my
pants and unzipped to get my own dick out.  I had to grin t myself when I
saw him look at me.  I'm telling you, I don't care if you are straight or
gay, if a guy whips out his dick beside you, you're going to look.  If only
for that satisfaction of comparing it to your own.  Patrick was no
different.  His cock was average size for being limp but I did notice that
he had one of those cock that looked partially circumcised.  The skin was
half was over his tip, letting part of it peek out.  I think that was my
favorite type of look on a dick.  I wasn't a big fan of guys who had tons
of foreskin covering their knobs, but I liked how sensitive uncut guys were
compared to cut guys, so this was perfect.  I watched as his piss stream
began and I let mine cross with his.  He smiled and waved his dick back and
forth without saying anything.  We were playing swords like little kids
without acknowledging it.  Just as he was about to finish I spoke up again.
"Nice cock Patrick.  Looks like you have huge balls too.  Do you jerk off a
lot?"

"Ummm...sometimes," he said hesitantly.

"When was the last time you choked the chicken?"

"Four days ago," he replied.

"Seriously?  Dude, you should be doing it at least once or twice a day.
You gotta empty those nuts man.  You let that shit build up and you end up
having wet dreams or it could be bad for your prostate down the road."

"Really?  So is that why I end up with sticky underwear some mornings?"  he
asked looking like I'd just solve the mysteries of the universe for him.

"Of course.  If you don't take care of it, your body will," I said as I
reached over and slid my hand under his balls to feel them.  He jumped but
didn't move otherwise.  "See how full they are?  Once they get loaded up
like that, your body has to get rid of it to make room for more."  I had no
idea if that was true or not, but I think it had some basis in truth.  As I
spoke to him and fondled his nutsack, I let one of my fingers rub
underneath it to tickle him.  It had the desired effect as his cock began
to inflate.  "See how sensitive you are.  Your cock is already getting
hard."  I put my hand on the side of his pants and slowly began to lower
them letting gravity drop them to his knees.  He was now just in his
t-shirt and underwear and I kept going before he realized what was actually
happening.  I pulled his shorts down and knelt down, turning him to face me
slightly.  "Yep, you've definitely got a huge build up of cum.  You can see
how swollen it makes your cock.  Normally they're not that sensitive," I
lied.  As far as I knew they were ALWAYS that sensitive.  Maybe not when
you got super old, like in your 40's, but certainly as a teenager they
were.  I took hold of Patrick's penis and pretended to feel it for
swelling, which of course created even more swelling.  He was totally hard
and sporting at least a 6 inch cock.  His foreskin had pulled right back
and the entire head was exposed.  "Since we're here, we should take care of
it."

"What is someone comes in?"  he said nervously but making no attempt to get
away from my hands.

"Then they'll either watch, join in or leave.  That's just how it is around
here.  Are you ready to drain those balls?"

He nodded and just stared at my hand on his dick.  If he seriously thought
I was just going to jerk him off, he was mistaken.  I rubbed his balls with
one hand while I stroked him with the other, then to his surprise I put my
mouth over his cock and swallowed it all the way down to his pubes.  He
gasped and put his hands on my head to steady himself.  I used my tongue
furiously on his shaft as I sucked him off and I knew that there was no way
he'd make me stop now.  I made sure to slobber a lot on his cock and as I
felt my spit run down his balls, I wet my finger in it and pushed it
between his legs and up towards his hole.  It eased it several times back
and forth until I had it good and wet, each time applying a little more
pressure on his virgin rosebud.  I pulled his cock out of my mouth and
looked up at him.

"You ready to drain those balls?"

He nodded without saying a word.

"Okay, hold on, you're about to find out why guys know how to give head
better than girls."  I swallowed his cock again and as I got all the way
down his hard shaft and buried my nose into his pubes, I shoved my finger
in his ass and pressed down on his prostate and rubbed it rapidly.  I moved
my head back and ofrth on his cock, using extra pressure and suction, while
licking the underside of it with my tongue.  At the same time, I wrapped my
free hand around his balls sack and pulled down, using my index finger to
rub behind them and towards his crack.  He yelled out, grabbed hold of my
head and let the floodgates open as he blasted my throat with multiple hot
blasts of pure sweet jizz.  I felt like I'd been hit by a pressure washer
as he fired at least ten shots into me.  This boy wasn't kidding about not
having unloaded in a while.  I wouldn't have room for dinner now, I was so
full of his cum.  I kept sucking put he had to pull out saying it was way
too sensitive now.  I smiled and stood up as I grabbed a glass of water to
rinse the rest of my mouth and get his cum out.

"So now if Myles were to ask if you wanted a blow job, what would your
answer have been?"

"A holy fucking shit YES!  Damn dude, I had no idea that blowjobs were
supposed to be like that," he exclaimed.  "Ermm...but could you keep that
between us?  I don't want the other guys to know what we did."

"Sure no problem.  I promised them I wouldn't say anything either, so all
of your secrets are safe with me," I said trying not to smirk.  I hadn't
done anyone else yet, but he now believed I had.  "If you ever want more,
just let me know."  We made sure we were dressed properly and headed back
out.  I bumped into Colin as we exited the bathroom and he just gave me a
bit knowing smile.  I licked my lips for him and he grinned even wider.

"Slut," he whispered.

"Am not, and you're next bitch."  Speaking of next, I ran upstairs to have
a look for Jared.  He was sprawled out on the bed face down as he watched
Aaron slowly fucking Myles in the sling.  He didn't appear to be in a big
hurry as he just moved with full strokes in and out of Myles' ass.  His
hands running all up and down the slave's chest, tweaking his nipples as he
passed over them.  Aaron seemed to be enjoying himself without the pure
need to just blow his load.  It was just a fuck for the sake of a fuck.
Myles was moaning and licking his lips each time Aaron bottomed out in his
ass.  I went over to Jared, grabbed the lube, stripped and climbed between
his legs.  I buried my face in his ass while I got myself hard and then
aimed my pole at his tight pucker and inserted myself.  I didn't bother to
wait and hammered all the way into him and then lay down on his back.  I
fucked him for all I was worth, with the only intention being to empty my
balls into him.  I pushed his head into the pillow and rapid fired my cock
in and out of his ass.  He tried to tighten it a few times, but I just
hammered through and kept on fucking.  After a couple of minutes, I felt
the familiar tingle hitting my body.  I put my hands under his arms and
looped them around the back of his head as I lay my full weight on him and
fucked even harder.  I cried out in ecstasy as my load raced out of my tube
and into his waiting ass.  I literally bounced on him until my cock stopped
throbbing and then relaxed until I caught my breath.  I pulled out, wiped
my cock on his ass cheeks, slapped him hard and got off the bed.

"Thanks buddy.  That was hot!"  I grabbed my clothes and slapped Aaron on
the ass hard as I walked past, causing him to yelp a little.  I made my way
to my bathroom to clean up.  After a quick shower, I headed back downstairs
and hung out with the guys.  There wasn't any sex going on, just drinking,
swimming and usual stuff.  Straight boy parties sure are boring.  As I sat
on the couch scanning through the computer for a movie to throw up on the
big screen, Forrest came and sat beside me.  He draped one leg over mine
and leaned against me.

"Hey Sparkles. What's new?"  I asked.

"Colin told me that you guys are building a new cabin on your island, but
haven't started it yet."

"True.  We wanted to finish the dock first so we had a place to bring all
the materials."

"You know I'm taking interior design at school now right?"

"No, I had no idea, but good for you.  You certainly have a flair for it."

"OMG, stereotyping me because I'm a fag.  Well, I never!" he said in his
best impersonation of a nelly fag.

"No, stereotyping you, because you're a slutty fag, who wears more sparkles
than Elton John."

"Oh, ok!  Anyway, I wonder if you'd consider letting me design the interior
of it for you.  Once you get the plans, send them to me, so I can draw
something up for you."

"Sure, sounds like fun.  But we want to keep it to a fairly rustic cabin in
the wilderness theme.  No disco balls or frilly fucking curtains, and not a
single framed poster of Justin Bieber."

"So the pink bear skin rug and crystal penis chandelier are out then?" he
laughed.

I chuckled with him and agreed that he could design the interior.  I told
him that we would probably have a big open main floor and a loft style
upper bedroom, overlooking the lower level.  I also suggested several
murphy beds that would fold down at night, but could go up in the day to
have lots of space, it might work better.  We agreed that the cabin should
sleep at least 12 with beds, since that was technically the maximum number
of passengers on the boat.  He was positively giddy about designing it and
said he could use it towards credit for his night class.  I was glad to
help and wondered what he would come up with.  If he hadn't just been laid,
I was pretty sure he would have sucked my dick right then and there he was
so happy.  It was great seeing him so happy.  I put my arm around him and
started the movie.  It had only been going a couple of minutes when Jordan
appeared holding Troy's hand.  They sat on the big chair together.  Or
perhaps more correctly, Jordan sat on the chair and Troy sat sideways on
his lap and leaned against him.  I smiled and wondered if I had missed
something recently.  I knew they were becoming friends, since they now went
to the same school, but they sure seemed close, or perhaps they were just
friends with benefits.  I have lots of those.  Actually I don't think I
have friends without benefits.  Wonder how you get some of those?  I know,
those are called girls!

After the party ended and everyone headed home, I noticed that Kyle and
Troy went into Troy's room together.  Perhaps Kyle just wanted to know what
had happened in Seattle, or perhaps he was just being supportive.  Maybe,
and this is a huge maybe, maybe they were going to have sex.  Oh the shock
and horror.  Okay, let's face it.  They were going to have sex, even if
just to get each other off before they fell asleep.  That's how we all
roll!

Speaking of which, I made love to my slightly stoned husband before we fell
asleep in each other's arms.  Each time my dick entered him or his entered
mine I felt that special connection.  I couldn't wait to share another load
with him or get my tongue into his mouth and attach ourselves to each
other.  Sure sex with new people and strangers and pretty much anyone with
a penis, was fun, but sex with Colin topped the charts.  He was
multi-platinum in my mind.  (That's some sort of record chart thing).

Monday afternoon, I was home playing house as I went around cleaning shit
up.  I mean we'd had guys hired to clean our house before, but I usually
never let them do their job, so I ended up having to do a lot of the work.
I'm surprised the pool and garden gets done.  I'd fucked Zane so many times
I think he figured it was part of the job description.  Not that either of
us were complaining.  I was grabbing a snack when Kyle walked in the house.

"Hi Honey, I'm home!" he yelled mockingly.

"Hey dude, why are you home already?"

"No big deal.  I've been suspended."

"What?  Why?"

"I think they just can't handle how awesome I am.  I think that my
awesomeness is just too awesome for them," he grinned as he grabbed a coke
from the fridge.

"Is it because you used the word awesome too much?"  I smiled.

"Nah, I'm just too Kyle for them.  They just can't handle a fag as fierce
as the Kyle," he said snapping his fingers.

"Are you high?"

"No, why?  Do you want to smoke some weed and fuck?  You can put your
scooper in my pooper."

"Okay what the fuck is going on?  I know you don't have to explain yourself
to me at all, but I'm here to help sweetie.  Did you really do something
wrong or is this just a misunderstanding.  Since when are you a shit
disturber?"  I asked, slightly concerned that something really was wrong
here.

"I've decided that for my senior year I'm going to be the adult I have the
paper to prove I am.  If they can't handle it or feel threatened by me,
then I guess I get suspended."

"So what did you do, Mr. Adult?"  I smirked as we sat down on the couch.

"The teacher asked us to write a two thousand word essay on what we did
during the summer and read it to the class.  The idea was for the essay to
be presented like a public speech and write the report exactly as we might
talk to a group of people.  I read mine and the next thing I knew I was in
the principal's office.  She said she was going to call my Mom, until I
showed her that my parents are no longer part of my life.  She said unless
an adult wished to take responsibility for me, I'm suspended until I
re-write the essay and apologize.  So, looks like my senior year has ended
rather quickly.  How much was that tutor you got for Troy, maybe I could
hire him.  He was cute, maybe I could offer him my ass in trade."

"That must have been one hell of an essay," I said getting ready to jump
into action to help him.

"Wanna read it?"

"Sure, if you want me too."

He fished it out of his backpack and handed it to me.  I smiled as I saw
the title of it.

Kyle Unfiltered

I'm starting my senior year of school and what's the first thing we're
asked to do?  Write a children's essay about our summer adventure.  Not
talk about the future or what we plan to do in 9 months, (no disrespect to
the pregnant girl in grade 11) but what we did with the summer that has
gone by.  Of course, it isn't a small essay, it has to be two thousand
words.  Why not 1946 words, or 2125 words?  Does the title count, or the
fact that I'm wasting words talking about how long the essay should be?
How fucking long does it take to say, I woke up late every day, beat off
and went to the mall in search of hot boy ass?  Now seriously, I ask you
what's next?  Fucking show and tell?  Maybe at recess the teacher will let
us play hide and seek, and jump double dutch with the girls.  Oooo Yay!  So
you really want to know about my summer adventure?  Well grip your panties;
get out the Kleenex and hold on to something because it was all sex all the
time.

First and foremost, in case you hadn't figured it out from the opening
paragraph, I'm a big ole fag.  A butt rippin', cock munchin' queer.
Hopefully you're okay with that because if not, then this essay is gonna be
seriously uncomfortable, since after all, you wanted honesty.  Oh, and I'm
also an adult; have been for over a year now.  I have legal documents to
prove it.  That happened mainly due to my situation with my parents who are
about as narrow minded as Hitler; you know who I'm talking about, the guy
with the large gas bill and a serious shortage of body bags.  I told them I
was gay and they showed me the door...you're gone, figure shit out, see ya.
Fortunately I met some cool guys who took me in and let me live with them.
Now I know what you're thinking.  A cute little gay boy like me, living
with two older fags.  `But Kyle, they'll take advantage of your innocence.
After all, queers only want one thing.'  Well guess what, you're not wrong.
They did take my innocence.  I innocently thought that if I left all my
cool clothes in my closet, they'd be there when I got back, but oh no,
they're being worn by everyone in the house, so to get even I now wear
their clothes too.  That'll teach `em.  As for sex, hell, I've being doing
that with my boyfriend for over a year and a half, so no innocence left
there.  His parents don't like it much, but then who asked them to watch?
We spent half the summer in his room drilling each other as if we were
Alberta oilmen and one of us has an oversized drill.

The summer started out with the guy I fell in love with getting married to
another guy, who I also love.  NO, neither of them are my boyfriend.  Now
if that isn't a kick in the nuts.  I tell the guy I love him, and he goes
and marries another dude.  At first I thought I should probably just jump
in the truck and head for Alaska to get away from this crazy shit, but then
I realized, I really don't like snow and -40 weather, although polar bears
and the aurora borealis are cool.  Then I remembered from Social studies
that Alaska is part of the United States, so I couldn't live there anyway,
especially since I don't own a gun.  See how I cross referenced another
school class there?  Shows I DO pay attention in school, and unlike it said
on my report card, my mind does not wander away...well at least not for
long.  So I decided not to take off and just think about it before making a
rash decision.  I do all my best thinking with my legs over the back of my
head while my boyfriend looks into my eyes and breathes heavily, giving me
encouragement and support.  That's fine if he's used a mint, not so good
with morning breath.  Once my roommates got back from their honeymoon, not
much was different.  Every night was still the same with skinny dipping
parties and sex, and I was still just as much a part of the family as
always.  The only difference was that they got some cool wedding presents
that they shared with us, like a private island and killer yacht.  I could
live on that island for the rest of my life.  For that matter, I could live
on the yacht.  It has several bedrooms in it although I found it takes a
while to get used to the motion of the ocean.  We initially found intruders
on the island, but they were quickly tied up and tortured as justice was
dispensed, before they were sent packing.  The place has huge potential and
once the renovations are done, I can see that it would be a great location
to hang out, as long as it's warm.  One of the first rules of the island is
that you don't talk about the island...no, no, that's fight club.  What the
hell is our first rule?  Right...clothes are not permitted.  So like I
said, good if it's warm, not so good if it's raining.  Believe me, nothing
is better than having some outdoor fun with your boyfriend while one of you
is bent over examining the forest floor.  Well, you did ask what I did this
summer, and now that I'm telling you, you think it's getting a little
risqué.  You should have been more specific in your instructions.  This
might be inappropriate for elementary school where this kind of essay would
include things like; we went to aquarium and swam with a dolphin and my Mom
gave me rocky road ice cream for the first time.  It was nummy.  But you
asked a gay emancipated teenager in his final year of school what he did
this summer, what the hell do you think we get up to?  Don't worry, I
didn't include this paragraph in my two thousand words.

Now I have to admit there were difficult lows during the summer as well as
the incredible highlights.  One of the low points was where my roommate's
brother was beaten almost to death and left to die in the woods.  We barely
found him in time and thought we had lost him, but he managed to pull
through.  We were too late for our other friend who was already dead by the
time we found him, and I will miss him like he was a brother.  The killer
is still out there, and it's times like this where I wish we'd bring back
capital punishment, or allow for vigilante justice.  I miss Lawrence as he
was starting to get his life together, and then some stupid asshole decided
to rape both of them and leave them for dead, almost succeeding twice
instead of once.  That was about as low as it gets.  I am seriously
considering therapy to help me deal with his loss, although having all my
roommates around has helped a lot.  They may not want to marry me, but they
care about me more than anyone else ever has.  I love it when we just lie
around and talk about things that are bothering us.  Nothing is off limits
and it really helps, but I suppose that a professional shrink might be good
at some point to help me deal with this tragedy.  Being gay is easy...just
be gay.  But dealing with death sucks.  I see Lawrence every time I close
my eyes and I sometimes wake up suddenly, as if he were in the room.  So
I've spent a lot of my summer, waking up to nightmares, and possibly a
ghost.

On the opposite end of that scale was a trip to Kansas City.  My roommate
and his husband had a meeting to go to, so my boyfriend and I tagged along
like carry-on luggage for the four days.  I'm definitely not complaining,
as I was allowed to fly the Gulfstream which is actually sic as shit.  I am
so buying one, although I only have $75,000 so far, and a Gulfstream is
over $30 million, so if I do the math...(wait while the theme music plays
and I carry the one), I'm still at least a bucketload of cash short.  So
for now, I just convince to pilots to let me fly whenever we go anywhere.
While they had their meetings, my boyfriend and I spent four days exploring
Kansas City, not to mention Braden, one of my friends there.  His boyfriend
was at the same meeting, so we were all left alone together, and you know
what happens when you leave your boyfriend unattended.  Someone's gonna
stick things in him.  That boy can handle bone better than an
archaeologist.  And by bone, I mean cock.  Am I allowed to say cock in this
essay, or do I have to use the more proper term...penis?  Let's just say
penis so you don't think I'm a potty mouth.  It would seriously suck shit
if you thought that of me.  But get this, after the meeting was over, the
guy I love, who you remember from a few paragraphs ago, took Braden to bed
with him and gave us a show worthy of a Tony award.  No asking me if I'd
like to be his co-star for the show, just wham, bam, thank you Miss
America.  He might as well just have taken a club and beat me like a baby
seal.  It couldn't have hurt less.  I got even though and made out with
Braden's boyfriend right next to them.  I'm not even sure they noticed.  My
boyfriend was a little stunned by the whole thing, although it did get him
all charged up for the rest of the night.  He couldn't stop having
intercourse (I'm not sure if anal sex is considered intercourse, but I
wanted to use more of those correct words, so you wouldn't be offended like
if I had said we were fucking all night) which left me almost too tired to
hit the waterpark and rollercoasters the next day.  But once the clothing
optional part began at the theme park and the orgy kicked in, I was fully
ready to go.  I was allowed to fly the Gulfstream back on the way home,
well co-pilot, so all in all that was a good weekend.

Then we had surprise visits, first from `Marvin the Martian' (real named
edited out), and then from the boy band One Direction.  I know what you're
thinking.  Why would a guy my age like a boy band?  Hello?  Have you not
being paying attention to my essay at all.  Fag...remember.  Boy
band...with emphasis on boy.  These dudes were everything the media made
them out to be.  They were funny and outgoing with wicked accents, plus
they were easy on the eyes.  Not so easy on other body parts, as I had to
keep finding cold water to jump in.  But we did spend a couple of days
together and ended up on our private island where we could all run around
naked without worrying about the paparazzi trying to hunt us down.  My
roommate and his brother own The Slam'r nightclub and it was the one year
anniversary, so One Direction performed along with some cast members of
Glee and Nicki Minaj, not to mention the DJ David Guetta.  It sucks that
I'm only 17 as I wasn't allowed to be in the main club or drink, but
fortunately there's an area upstairs where I hung out with the performers.
One Direction spent the night at the house, where I finally got to pound
back a few drinks with them, and I can say with all honesty that Harry
Styles spent the night in my bed.  Now if I was trying to gain popularity
points with the girls; I'd leave that part of the essay right there, but we
want truth to rule the day.  So it's important to know that while Harry
slept in my bed, I had to share a bed with my roommate's triplet and his
probably soon to be boyfriend.  They screw like bunnies, so I'm assuming
they're gonna get together at some point, especially if he moves here from
Montreal.  Try sleeping in a bed where that is going on.  I felt like I was
sleeping on a paint shaker.

What other crap did I get up to this summer?  I borrowed the Lamborghini
several times while my roommate and his new husband were on their
honeymoon.  Don't tell them though as I forgot to fill up the gas.  Sweet
ride, and talk about a guy magnet.  Holy crap.  It's true what they say,
you don't need a big penis when you have a car like that.  Wait, don't get
me wrong...I definitely DO NOT need that car.  Yeah, you get my drift!  So
add the car to that, and holy squeaky bedsprings batman, I never wanted
them to come home from the honeymoon.  But they did, and I had to go back
to using my truck.  Meh, that's okay though.  I took my boyfriend camping
for a few days which was awesome as we met a couple of other guys out there
who showed us how to cliff dive.  I was more into cliff jumping and cliff
riding.  That was the guy's name...Cliff.  Oh my god, relax, it was a joke.
I'm not good with heights and someone should warn you to hold the `boys' in
your hands before you hit the water, otherwise it'll feel like someone took
a size 12 boot to your nards.  At the end of summer, my roommate's little
brother came to stay with us.  He's 10 and a precocious little guy.  Do I
get extra marks for using the word precocious?  He asks so many questions
about everything and seems to be everywhere at once.  We've had to really
be careful around the house as he pops up like a weed when you least expect
him.  I have to lock my door at night, especially if I have someone over.
No need to give the kid something else to ask even more questions about.
Frankly he should just stay in the other house.  I'd lock the blast doors
between the two to keep them separated, but he'd probably just stroll in
from the pool deck and ask why the doors were closed.  So for now we have
all had to change our ways and behave `age appropriate', as my roommates
call it.  So that's what I did during the summer.  Just a normal couple of
months in the life of Kyle.  I need a beer after all this verbal diarrhea,
or maybe a joint.  Anyone got one?

Kyle Unfiltered.


"Nice paper.  I wish I could write like that when I was in school.  It's
honest, I'll give you that."

"I know right, but believe it or not, that's one of their big complaints.
They said I can't distinguish fantasy from reality.  They also had other
issues; like language, sex and drinking, drugs and they even thought there
was cause to call child services on you guys for corrupting a minor."

"Is there anything that didn't piss them off?"

"About the only thing they seemed genuinely concerned about was when I
talked about my feelings about Lawrence.  At first the Principal figured it
was another part of my fantasy mind until my teacher told her that she knew
that part was actually true, so now they think I should see the school
counsellor.  Yeah, like I'm going to see a minimum wage public servant for
advice.  If they had good advice, they wouldn't be working as a school
counsellor."

"So what do you want to do?  We can give the principal a call and get you
back in school, or you could go to a private school, or finish with a
tutor.  You're the adult."

"I wanna go back to school.  All my friends are there, plus Troy has just
started.  He needs all of us around."

"Do you want my help, or can you handle it?"

"I could probably use some help if you don't mind," he admitted, the
awesome fierceness having drained out of him a bit.

"Cool.  Give me a couple minutes."  I picked up the phone and called Colin.
"Hey hubby, who do we know on the public school board?"

"The Vice-president.  Why?"

I told him a short version and he said that ADAM would have the number.  I
had it transferred to my phone in case I needed it.

"Let's see if we can get you back into school.  I can't have you hanging
around here all day.  It'll cut into my sex with the pool boy, neighbor,
postman and door to door bible bashers," I laughed as I threw my arm around
his shoulder and messed up his hair.

"HEY!  Don't mess up the doo!  It's what makes the Kyle, the Kyle!" he
chuckled as he flipped his hair back into place.

"The Kyle?  Jesus, narcissistic much?"  I picked up the phone and called
the school and arranged for Kyle and me to meet the principal and teacher
after lunch.

We headed to the school and were told to wait in the outer office until
they were ready for us.  A moment later we were called into the principal's
office.  I still felt like a high school student about to be in some
serious shit.  The English teacher was already in the office with the
principal.

"Thank you for coming down, Mr. Masters.  Please have a seat gentlemen,"
she said indicating the chairs in front of her desk.  "I'm sorry that you
needed to come down here, but as administrators we have to handle
situations that come up that aren't in keeping with acceptable standards.
It is also our job to look out for the welfare of all the students.  We
have avoided calling child protective services due to Kyle's age."

"And the fact that he's emancipated, so is by law, an adult," I added
quickly.  She ignored the comment as she apparently had her own agenda.

"Kyle's English teacher feels that the assignment he handed in is of
serious concern.  The language, sexual content, fantasies and inappropriate
nature of his essay have given cause for us to react, and after reading it,
I have to agree."

"I've read the essay.  What's the problem exactly?"  I asked her bluntly.

"Mr. Masters, there are so many things wrong with this paper that I almost
don't know where to start."

"You mean like spelling and punctuation, because it seemed to read pretty
well to me?"  I asked even though I knew some of what it was about,
according to Kyle.  "Well for starters, the subject matter was very
inappropriate.  Then there are the embellishments of what happened during
the summer.  This was supposed to be a real account of what took place.  It
appears that Kyle has a vivid imagination, which is admirable, but not was
not part of this assignment.  Perhaps it was his way of dealing with the
disturbing and extremely traumatic loss in your lives.  That is one of the
most concerning items."

"That I would agree with.  Kyle, do you really have nightmares about it?"

"Yeah.  I keep thinking how easily that could have happened to me."

"Well just let me know if you want a therapist, we can easily get you one."

He smiled at me weakly, "thanks."

"So, is that it?  The concern over the death of Lawrence?"

No, he would need to re-write the essay to make it factual and correct all
the fictional parts.  Also there is the reference to underage drinking."

"Fictional?"  Kyle asked frowning.  "Which part?"

"All of it.  The private jet, nude theme parks, celebrities, private
islands, exotic cars and boats, pilotin multi-million dollar jets, perhaps
even the relationships and sexual experiences.  This level of fantasy
inevitably leads to criminal behaviour in the future."

I laughed out loud.  "Oh my god, you're kidding.  What the hell do they
preach at Principal school?  Really?  That's what this is all about?
You're concerned that he made all this up and is going to turn into what, a
serial nympho?  As for underage drinking, look up the law.  If he wants to
drink in his own house, that's up to him."

"Kyle," the teacher said from beside us.  "The assignment was to give a
truthful account of your summer.  It wasn't a fantasy writing class."

"Miss Perkins, for the moment, if we put aside the belief that this was all
fantasy, how was the actual paper in terms of writing skill and
presentation?"  Kyle asked.

"No one can deny that you are a good writer.  Maybe that'll be your destiny
someday.  You presented it comfortably, looked at the class several times,
smiled, used hand gestures and facial expressions appropriately.  You
obviously have no fear of public speaking at all.  I can easily say that
your presentation was the best in the class, although I'm not a fan of the
language used or the frequent sexual comments."

"Did you tell us to avoid teenage language?"  Kyle asked.  He had learned
well.

"No, but it is understood that some language and subjects are
inappropriate."

"To..."  I went to interject, but Kyle put his hand on my arm.

"I got this," he smiled.

"Inappropriate to whom?  This is how teenagers talk and you asked me to
present a paper to the class, not to a bunch of teachers or senior
citizens, or even parents.  You said we had to be engaging and interesting
and not just read the paper as if we were robots.  You should have been
more detailed in your instructions.  I wasn't the only one who used street
language in the class."

"True, and some of it is acceptable in context, but your paper became a
fantasy and somewhat of a stand for gay rights."

"Gay rights?  Gays have all the rights of everyone else.  The fight is
over.  We're equal.  I have nothing to fight for.  I simply told you what I
did this summer and with whom," Kyle said getting a bit agitated.  It was
my turn to put my hand on his arm.

"Kyle, the fact that even now you believe that the paper was factual, means
that perhaps there should be some medical help needed to help you deal with
fantasy or reality.  Do you spend a lot of time online in roleplaying
fantasy games?"

"Kyle, don't answer that.  I've heard enough.  Not one item in there was a
lie or fabricated..."

The principal cut me off.  "Justin, I know your family from when you were
in school here, and they certainly aren't rich enough to afford the type of
lifestyle you are both trying to portray here.  It is obvious that Kyle's
fantasy world is being fueled by his home environment and that perhaps his
living with you is detrimental to his well-being."

I grinned at her.  "Oh please tell me you're calling me a liar.  Nothing
would make me happier."

"I think liar is a strong word.  I think that perhaps you are just both
lost in a fantasy world.  You are free to live your life however you want,
Justin, but while Kyle is a student here, we have an obligation to ensure
he is safe, and report concerns to the authorities."

I sat there for a second to think about how I wanted to handle this.  She
had moved from just discussing an essay to almost threats of sorts.  "Kyle,
do you want to come back to school, or would you like me to send you to
private school, away from people like this?"

"I want to stay here with my friends," he said quietly.  "Unless we can
have everyone transferred to a private school," he smiled.  The principal
sighed as if she continued to disbelieve us.

"Part of me wants you to go ahead and call the authorities so that I force
this all the way up to the school board and insist that you be removed from
your position after you issue a public apology, but that would mean that I
affect Kyle in the process.  I'm not willing to do that, so I'll prove
everything that he is saying is true."  I pulled my Ipad out of my backpack
and opened up the files from the summer.

"Please feel free to have a look at the pictures."  They were all the PG
version of the summer, although there were enough shots of asses to prove
that nudity was indeed part of it.  Any pictures that showed frontal nudity
or sex, we stored securely as we didn't feel like having ourselves all over
the internet, and certainly any sexual shots with persons under 18 were
non-existent.  It may be legal to fuck a 16 year old, but it sure wasn't
legal to take a picture or video of it.  The teacher and principal looked
at the shots of Kyle in the cockpit of the plane with his cheesy grin,
pictures of everyone at Worlds of Fun, with many ass shots visible, the
many pictures of One Direction at the island and everything else that
proved that his story was the truth.  They looked stunned.

"As good educators, you would think you would do your homework before
calling someone out of touch with reality.  If you want to call Aaron in
hear, he could prove the relationship part of the essay as well.  Not one
thing, and I do mean NOT ONE THING, was made up.  In fact he left out a
hell of a lot of stuff that was quite frankly too school for cool.  You
should applaud how he toned it down.  I'm sure his rough draft of Kyle
Unfiltered is a lot more unfiltered than this essay.  Perhaps he should
have called it `Kyle Filtered for the narrow minded.'  As for telling me
what I can and cannot afford, that is none of your business, but again, if
you had done your homework, you would see that both Jason and I are all
over the internet.  My wedding alone was big news.  My husband is Colin
Worthington if you need to look it up.  Jason also owns The Slam'r
nightclub."

"If that's all, we're leaving.  You have Kyle's number to call him, once
you've made your decision about reinstating him immediately.  If he doesn't
hear favorably from you by end of school today, I'll call Dan Hemlock at
the school board and get him involved.  I'm sure he'll love the fact that
you called a good solid student a liar, and wouldn't accept his legal
status as an adult."

I had no intention of going further but I was beginning to enjoy the power
that money could bring.  Was I becoming a snob?  I don't think so
bitches...You just don't mess with the Justin, yo!  I shook hands with the
teacher and principal and put my arm around Kyle as we walked out of the
office.  "You hungry Kyle?"

"Starving."

"Since we have a free day, maybe we should fly to Montreal for a smoked
meat sandwich," I said loud enough for people to hear.

Kyle was smiling from ear to ear.  "Thanks Mom!"

"Fuck you," I said as I pushed him aside.

"When I wrote that story, I figured it would get me in some sort of
trouble," Kyle admitted as we headed home.  "I simply asked myself WWJD?"

"What would Jesus do?"  I said not quite following.

"No dumbass...What would JUSTIN do?"  He giggled.  The teacher was right
about one thing, I WAS rubbing off on Kyle and as soon as I got him home, I
would probably rub off on him again...IYKWIM!  (I'll wait while you figure
out the acronym).

No, we didn't go to Montreal, much to Kyle's disappointment, but I assured
him the teacher would never doubt him again.  I said that he should take
the Lamborghini to school when he returned and pull up next to the
principal as she got to work in her 2005 P.O.S. (piece of shit).  The look
on his face was priceless.  I had a feeling I wasn't going to be able to
back down on that offer now.  A few hours later, the principal called and
said that she had discussed the situation with the administration, and
because of Kyle's school record, they would cancel the suspension and allow
him back in school.  The also said that under the circumstances they would
accept his essay as written, although they still believed the language was
a bit unacceptable.  Kyle did his victory dance and came bouncing down the
stairs to tell me.  We cheered and went out for a nice dinner with
everyone.  While we had steak and lobsters, Cory just had a massive
cheeseburger that was almost bigger than his head.  He barely got through a
quarter of it before announcing he was full.  Surprisingly his stomach
seemed to empty out quickly when ice cream was offered for dessert.  Colin
wasn't with us as he had to fly off to somewhere or other for a business
meeting, so I was alone for the night.  I wondered if I should look on
Craigslist for a new toy for the night, but I decided to behave myself and
just hung out with the guys.

After I crawled into my big empty bed, by myself, alone, without company,
devoid of a sexual partner, I was just about to jerk it as Jason strolled
in and climbed in with me.  Maybe we do have some sort of twin-tuition.  I
thought he was there to fool around, but he seemed to have another reason.



Yeah, this is the end of the chapter.  Back to a cliff hanger.  Seriously
that's his name, Cliff!  He has some big hangers...  Next chapter soon.
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