SUMMER DAY

                              PART 1

My name  is Karl Grogin.  I am an  average guy, live  in an average
house, and I  am a fairly average-American age of  22. This day, in
July, was to be all but average!

There I was. Just laying in my front yard, resting, soaking up some
summer sun. I had the place all  to myself for a week, and although
I didn't know of  anyone to call to have fun  with, I knew I'd find
fun if it didn't find me first. All I was wearing on my 22-year-old
body was a  pair of cut-offs as I  was lying on the beach  towel on
the lawn with the radio. I had to have some tunes to keep my sanity
since I was alone. It was nice and warm, I was sweating and I could
tell  my dick  and balls  were really  sweating too. Something must
have been building  up me, because I began to  get a raging hardon,
slowly  at first  and then  more definite.  I must  have dozed  off
quickly and  then awakened again, because  I looked at my  tool, it
was sticking out of the leg of my shorts. I thought 'what the hell,
leave it  out...' But then I  looked out towards the  sidewalk, and
nearly  died. There  stood the  cutest, youngest  looking guy I had
ever seen. He was looking right at me, literally staring.

I didn't know what to do, whether  to shove my dick forcefully back
into my shorts  for fear of indecency, or to  leave it out and just
give him a skin  show. Before I could make up my  mind and reach to
hide it,  he approached me.  "Brave soul," I  thought. He was  very
slender, very tan and had long  flowing blonde hair. "Hey dude," he
yelled "what's hangin'? About seven?"

Damn, was he gay?

He too had on no shirt. He had on some old white sneakers that were
a little discolored from wear. He got a little closer, and thrashed
his waist around slightly. Shit! All  he had on were those brightly
colored Jams! I mean, when he moved  that body, I could see that he
had to have  a raging hardon - even  now. Had to be all  he had on.
The front of  those Jams were sticking too far  out to be held back
by a pair of underwear. Did I put a signal in the air for this guy?
He had just come from out of nowhere.

"Well, I saw yours by accident. Wanna see mine?"

I sat, dumbfounded for about 10 seconds. Then I reacted.

"Hell yea!"

This guy,  who I didn't  even know, who  was now trespassing  on my
property, had just offered to show  me his pecker. Am I having luck
here? He did  what I didn't expect. Rather than  just raising a leg
or something,  he let the shorts  drop to his knees.  No, there was
nothing underneath either.  God! What a rod! What  a -hard- rod! "I
get horny, during a hot summer day," the guy told me. "You?"

"You bet. I'm hungry for guys,  though," I told him, half expecting
to  hear that  he was   straight and  heading for  his girlfriend's
house.

"Well, I'm hungry for guys  too. Actually, I'm just prowling around
for more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Oh,  my name's Jeff. I  live not far from  here. I have four
brothers and they're gay too. We're  looking for more gay guys that
well- get into dirty rotten sex games..."

"Oh?" my  ears pricked up  like someone had  stuck toothpicks under
them.

"I'm Karl," I told Jeff. Jeff told me he was the oldest of all five
brothers, at  21. He soon told  me that Greg was  20, Paul was also
20, Marty was 18 and Ricky was  16. Damn! A FIVE-WAY? Did they ever
have five ways?

"Yeah! We  love to daisy-chain!  We'll turn on  some good rock  and
roll music, and spend hours doing all sorts of crazy things... like
today."

We got up. I locked the house and I began walking down the sidewalk
with Jeff.

"Well, what kinda things are you guys into?"

"Wellll.. it's a bit bizarre for some people..."

"Fist-fucking?"

"Oh, noooo!  Not THAT bizarre.  I've seen tapes  of that but  never
thought I'd want to do it... we just like to drink lots, sometimes,
and just pee all over each other..  does that sound crazy to you or
what?"

"No, that sounds normal to me," I cracked.

"What?!"

"I like pee showers too."

"Well, then you'd  fit right in with these  guys.. see, our parents
are out of town, and we have  a house to ourselves, they kinda left
me in charge  over these guys for a  month and a half. One  day, we
were messing around, this was about a year ago, and Ricky had to go
to the bathroom.  Well... this gets a little bizarre,  stop me if I
make you sick..."

"Okay," I assured him.

"We were  all in each  others butts,  in  a line. Ricky  was in the
middle, and  he really had  to pee badly.  Really badly. Before  we
could break loose  to let him head for the  potty, he started! Some
went in  Marty's asshole, and Ricky  pulled out and it  went all in
our hair, in MY mouth and all over us before he could control it!

"Then  once  he  could  control  himself,  we  realized how good it
smelled and felt on our bodies and  told him to keep going! So that
was  how it  all started..  and of  course, we  wanted to  get even
wetter then so we all started peein' all over each other.. after we
got  done, Marty  was starting  to get  the feeling  that he had to
shit, and before  he got to the toilet all  of Ricky's pee that was
up there was all over us, too!

I had a  raging hardon listening to  all of this. Jeff  was walking
the last block with me to his house, once in a while he'd get brave
and reach for  my crotch and rub my balls  while we were walking. I
rubbed his and put my arm around  his shoulder as he did mine as we
walked.  As  we  walked  the  last  block,  I  started the funniest
conversation.

"Doncha love the way balls feel, Jeff? So nice and soft an'.."

"Hairy!" Jeff finished. "Yeah man.. quit talkin' like that. I'm hot
enough already to fry bacon on my chest..."

With that comment, I did something I'd never done before. I reached
over to  Jeff's hot, sweaty  body, ran my  hand over his  virtually
hairless chest and then took the sweat from his chest and licked it
off my fingers.

"Damn, I'd of letya use your tongue," Jeff retorted."

"And I'd've done the same to your balls, too," I added.

"You can, in just a second,"  he replied and opened the screen door
going  into the  kitchen. Bang.  The Jams  were history. He reached
over and  quickly got rid  of my cut-offs.  "No clothes allowed  in
this house," he informed me.

The boys were soon sizing me up.

"Hey,  semen-breath," Ricky  said to  Marty, "think  he wants  some
head?"

"Damn right I do," I told him.

Ricky just laughed. Paul, 20, just  walked over to me and smeared a
very cum-coated  dickhead all over my  hardened prick. "I'm warning
you," Jeff said, "you've got to  keep your guard up around here all
the time.  You never know when  - OW!" Greg was  inserting his dick
into Jeff's ass after coating it with Paul's sperm.

Ricky grinned at me ear to ear. "Like to eat sperm juice?"

"Yeah," I said. "Here, kiss me." I bent down to Ricky's 5' 7" level
and kissed  him hard. He  slid his tongue  slowly into my  mouth, a
large load  of sperm oozing  out of his  mouth into mine.  Wow! Was
this happening?

"That's my  sperm," he informed me.  "I shot off in  a cup." It was
good and it got better the longer it stayed there. I was horny, and
getting hornier, almost unbearably so.

"Ricky! Where's  that cup?" I was  desperate for more. Oh..  he was
drinking more. He sucked up a  big mouthful now and his cheeks were
puckered out. He motioned for me to  come over. I did and he did it
to me again. As we were kissing, I reached down and got his tool in
my  hand  and  began  fondling  it.  It  was  already hard. When he
finished giving  me the load out  of his mouth, he  hugged me. Damn
these guys were so lovable.. as  Jeff and Greg were through fucking
now,  they came  over and  kissed and  hugged me  too, their way of
"welcumming" me into their family.  Jeff assured me that these guys
were all natural  brothers, which I was sure of  anyway. As soon as
Greg and Jeff were through talking to me, Marty walked over. He had
been rapidly  stroking his meat. As  he got close, he  shot his cum
all over my  chest, all white hot steamy  bit of it. It was  a lot.
Greg was right  behind him, licking his brother's  sweet cum juices
off my chest, arms and legs. It'd been that much.

I spoke to Ricky. "How didja get that much sperm out yer dick?"

"Oh, this is a week's worth. I like to let it build up."

"Oh, I see. Ya wanna pee on me?"

"Come in the pee room, don't wanna pee in here.."

Pee  room? Ricky  led me  down a  hall to  the last  bedroom on the
right. It was obvious  why it was a pee room, this  was a room they
were  probably going  to let  go, I  figured.. very  empty. No bed,
nothing. We  went in, Ricky closed  the door. He walked  over, both
hands on my shoulders. he planted his dick against my balls and let
the pee  trickle down them  for a minute.  "You got a  lotta pee in
there?"

"I do now," he responded. "I was  gonna let it out a while ago, but
I sorta got... well, involved with Smarty Marty...

I took  a swallow  of it,  then let  him fill  my butt  with it. He
enjoyed it as much as I did, what  baffled me was that he did it so
quickly with a total stranger and without missing a beat. He wasn't
a bit shy or hesitant about peeing up my butthole.

He sucked me off, we left the  room with the pee still on the floor
(this had happened, obviously, many  times before as the whole room
smelled like a latrine). I loved it!

We were back with the others now,  and Ricky ran over to tell Marty
how it went. I still hadn't shot  my load, but Jeff must have known
it because  he walked over and  knelt in front of  me like a sweaty
dog. He took my tool in his mouth and began to suck it. Paul walked
by and  when he did,  I could tell  he was hot  and sweaty too, his
shoulder brushed against me and got  my back wetter than it already
was,  and just  as my  juices could  hold back  no longer  I filled
Jeffrey's mouth with  my sperm. Jeff got up,  wiping his mouth with
his wrist, talking about how good  that load was, kissing me on the
cheek, and walked back to get Paul to have fun with him.

Boom- I felt somebody enter my asshole. I knew it was a dick, and I
could  hear breathing.  Shit, I  still had  Ricky's load  of pee up
there...  but it  was containable.  No worse  at this  time than  a
slight urge to take a shit. He  hadn't put the full fury of his pee
up there,  just a little.  "Hey man, it's  Marty," the voice  said.
"Heheheh.." he laughed. "Watcha want me to do to ya?"

"Fuck me."

I didn't care, I wanted him to do SOMETHING, because Marty reminded
me a lot of  Scott Baio and he acted a little  like him, too. "Fuck
me" were just  the first two words I could  think of. Zoom! He took
off in  and out of  my primed ass  like a shot.  As it turned  out,
Ricky's pee  that was in my  ass was acting as  a lube.. it creamed
all  up and  coated Marty's  dick at  my ass  opening. It  made his
boycock  slippery and  slimy. I  could just  imagine what  his cock
looked like, all hard like that. How  big was it? Must have been at
least eight. Marty was still a little ways from being ready to cum.

"Marty?"

"Yeahhh...??"

"Can I see your dick just a second?"

He withdrew, I turned around, and  jeez.. this was the first time I
had seen  his cock up  close and unobstructed.  The head on  it was
huge, but the  base had to be bigger than  mine, I quickly felt his
balls, only for a second so  he wouldn't lose his hardon. Damn, big
things! I let him re-enter me and he started pumping me in earnest.
"Oh yeah. Oh,  yeahhhhhh..," I started moaning. I  looked up to see
Greg  pissin' down  Ricky's throat.  Marty was  really letting  his
balls slap  the cheeks of  my ass now.  He was fucking  like a pro.
Hell, they all  must be pro's, they have each  other to watch. If I
could only  be a PERMANENT part  of this group... but  there was no
way I could see that.. at least not immediately.

After everybody had fucked everybody  and gotten everybody else off
at least once, (at least another hour), everybody's dick was cherry
red  from  activity.  Probably  their  ass  too. Mine was certainly
stimulated  after young  Marty plowed  it. I  wondered how Greg did
it.. anyway, we all went in and  showered down, I sat on the toilet
and got  rid of the  rest of Ricky's  hot little load,  and I'll be
damned if halfway  during the shower they didn't  cut the water off
and  start  an  all-out  piss  shower.  Even  Ricky  got  in on it,
considering  he used  most of  his on  me. Then  the regular shower
continued, and we walked out clean and fresh.

About that  time, the telephone rang  and Jeff answered it.  It was
his mother, saying  that she and her husband  had gotten a divorce.
As it turned  out, ironically enough, Greg's mother  found out that
his father.... had been seeing another  MAN! Yep, she had walked in
on them in an apartment where  they had been staying at, and caught
Mr. Harold M Fraser III in the act of seducing a young man whom she
had seen him playing tennis with earlier in the day. The man's name
was Sandy.  Mrs. Fraser just got  so mad that she  packed a bag and
stated that she didn't know where she was going to go, but probably
to stay with her mother.

Ricky snickered. Ricky was not a  brat, but he seemed like the kind
of  kid that  would find  humor if  there were  the least amount of
possibility of finding any. I thought  it was wild seeing all these
guys, all dried  off and clean, sitting on  this couch with nothing
on, legs spread open, cocks in plain view. Then, it happened.

It seemed  these youth could  NOT settle down,  even for a  second.
Ricky,  who was  sitting beside  Marty, whom  he loved  more than a
brother, if there was such a  love, reached over to Marty and began
fondling Marty's cock. It hardened  quickly, to which Ricky giggled
sheepishly. He kept  on, Marty just sat there  smiling, and put his
hands on his hips. "Oh, little brothers," Marty said.

"They never stop  until they get what they  want." About that time,
Marty's jism  just began to  naturally flow, and  as I was  the one
sitting on  the other side of  Marty, his jism kinda  went all over
me, feeling  good and sticky. Marty  snickered as he looked  at me.
"Sorry."

"Did I say anything? I thought that was awesome," I remarked.

"Richard never stops until I cream."

"Well, I like to see you cream!" Ricky chimed in.

"I like to see you cream too, little brother..."

Jeff hung up the phone.

"Guess what y'all?"

The guys were all ears. Their hands were in their laps.

"Dad's gay!"

"What?!" Paul said. "I thought that was illegal!"

Everyone laughed. Jeff walked over to me.  He sat down on one of my
knees, his balls pressing against my  kneecap. "We may just have to
keep you," he said, whimpering slightly. "Well," I said, "it may be
hard to get rid of me."

Jeff walked closer to me and I took his balls in my mouth and began
tounging them. Ricky got up, went in the kitchen, got something and
came back. He made Marty slide down  a notch and took a seat by me.
He started  carressing my leg! Damn!  Ricky what are you  up to? He
had  a cup.  He poured  something out  of the  cup onto  my leg and
rubbed it in. It felt gooey, I knew what it was. And he had my left
leg coated  in sperm. His  sperm. His sperm  that he had  shot into
that cup for over a week now.. and  it was on my leg. Yeah. It made
me hot, in  combination with his older brother  who was threatening
to shoot his wad down my throat.  Ricky took some sperm on his hand
and coated  my hot tool  with it.  Then  he just jacked  me off. He
wanted to see me cum, too. He must have been infatuated with seeing
everybody Shoot off,  which is exactly what I did.  And he aimed it
for his mouth. "Good shit!" he exclaimed.

That was when  Jeff exploded into my own mouth.  Then I said, "good
shit!" Ricky, being his natural self, having heard that started off
a laugh  that came  deep from  within his  insides. He  started and
wouldn't stop. That got me started. Then everyone started. Jeff got
up and tickled the youngest brother under the armpits. He went into
total hysterics at that time...hehehe.. his face was red as a beet,
he coughed  a little... I  hugged and kissed  him. We all  did, and
afterwards they all kissed me and  hugged me. Ricky calmed down and
drank some  water. Jeff fixed us  all a Coke and  told us the whole
story about mom and pop.

"Karl, it's decision time for you,  guy. Mom is leaving US, too, so
it  seems, and  wants us  to  take  the $300,000  out of  dads bank
account and split."

"Split? Split where?" asked Paul.

"Where ever we  wanna. But we have to be  gone within a week. She's
coming  back and  she's selling  this house.  We're outta her life.
She's gone to stay with Grandmother in Iowa for a few days.."

I could feel the pressure, to pack my bags, leave my house, go with
these guys.  Then I saw  the inevitable. They  had no car,  if they
left without me they'd have to go somewhere on a bus, a plane.. God
knows what. But I had a car. Not big, but... still, a car if an old
'72  Chevy Nova  counts. About  that time  Ricky laid  his head  my
shoulder and began drawing circles  with his index finger around my
left  tit. It  was standing  very  upright  and he  knew it,  so he
lightly pinched  it a few times.  My dick was aggravated.  I chimed
in.

"Listen dudes, you've  got me. I'm in and  I really appreciate what
you  guys are  treating me  like. You  guys are  unreal! I  thought
people  like  you  were  totally  nonexistant  except in my deepest
dreams. You guys don't have a car either do you?"

"Nopers," Jeff  said. "I hadda sell  mine, I was the  only one that
had one in the family outside mom or dad. I needed it for rent."

"What rent?"  Marty said. "You were  the only one that  got charged
rent. That was never fair."

"He's right," Ricky  said. "I'll bet dad needed  it for hush money,
or somethin. Remember  the time he caught you  and Greg fuckin'? No
supper for a week?

Preachen' the gospel about homosexuality.. oh yeah... some dad. Now
look what he does..."

Ricky began to pout. This must be  the other side of Ricky. I'll be
damned if  I wasn't going to  be there to be  that shoulder to lean
on..

"Ricky, it's  okay. Look man, you're  a great guy. None  of this is
your fault. I fuckin' love you. I fuckin' love all of you."

"We love you too,  and I speak for all of us,"  Paul said. "I don't
know if... we'd quite make it through this physically if you hadn't
shown up when you did."

I tried something. I got up, off the couch, sat on the floor Indian
style. They  did as I had  suspected they would... they  got up and
huddled around  me on the  floor. Now we  could all see  each other
face to face.

"Gentlemen," I began, "this is the way it's gonna be. Now, you guys
gotta  put on  clothes for  part of  this, cos  the world  ain't no
nudist colony, much as we wish it  would be. I want you to help me,
so I can help you. Interested?"

"Of course we  are, dude. We'll do anything  you want," Ricky said,
"we're kin to you now."

"It means  you can call us  brothers," Jeff added, "it'll  make you
feel more.. like you really are by blood."

I was astounded. We all sat, hand in hand, as if in seance.

"I need  you to help  me pack, I  want to leave  my house today, as
soon as I can. I'll move most of my personal belongings up here til
we decide what to do."

"Gotcha," they  all seemed to say  at the same time.  Ricky's sperm
cup  was on  the edge  of the  table above  me, and  I accidentally
knocked it off onto Ricky. It  covered his dick and chest. Suddenly
Ricky seemed to  be back in high spirits again.  I reached over and
personally jacked that kid off. He came soon, it got in my hair and
he was  one hell of  a creamsicle. I  bent over as  I was given the
honors of personally licking it all  off his body. He was laughing,
giggling and snorting all the way.  Then Ricky, Marty and I all hit
the  showers again.  By the  time we  got out,  everybody else  had
already lost their birthday suit and were in "presentable" clothing
now. Everyone had on Jams! Jeff had told me that they, as brothers,
were  a hell  of a  lot alike  and had  very similar interests. But
while  Marty  and  Ricky  were  into  skateboarding as an "outside"
interest, Jeff, Greg and Paul were into camping, hiking and soccer.
They were into  soccer mostly in high school  and mostly because it
was a contact sport they could  relate to. What was so irresistable
about  these five  was that  they were  gay INDEPENDENTLY, that is,
they  were gay  because of   their own  influences, not  because of
pressure from the other brothers.

In  30  minutes  I  was  set  to  go  back  up the road. Those guys
accomplished  in 30  minutes what  would  have  taken me  a day  or
longer, because it was obvious they  gave a damn. Shit-- these guys
looked  strange  dressed.  I  think  Ricky  was  really  wanting to
UNDRESS, though. I  wasn't really PARTIAL to ANY  one of these guys
in particular, it  was just that Jeff.. well...  he seemed a little
special. He was  the one that flagged me down,  he was the one that
seemed the  most understanding. But if  I was going to  have a love
affair with him,  then I was going to have  a love affair with them
all. Make them ALL permanent  lovers.. or at least, semi-permanent.
As I loaded the last suitcase into  the car, Ricky started to get a
boner. "An' I gotta pee, too. Really badly."

We went  back into the  house, to which  the rent was  due in three
weeks, and I  wasn't going to pay so the  landlady could reclaim it
for whatever purpose  she saw fit. I wasn't sure  if I wanted Ricky
to go to  the toilet and waste all the  pee he'd built up; actually
it SEEMED he  didn't want to do that either  because after I opened
the door  again, he grinned  and snarled like  an alleycat. It  was
just me and him in the house too, everyone else was headed back for
the other  house. Hell, Jeff had  a license, I had  seen it; I told
him he could  run on up to the  other house if they didn't  want to
wait, which they obviously didn't. God  only knows I'm not really a
chicken hawk.. but this guy... God,  he was controlling me! *I* was
the marionette and  HE was pulling all the  fucking strings. And he
knew just which ones to pull, too.

"Do you want to pee on me, Ricky?"

"That's the  idea. I want  to soak you  through to your  bones. You
weren't watching me  while Jeff was on the phone  a while ago, were
you?"

"Not really, why?"

"I downed a sixpack and started on another one...."

"Does he let you do that?"

Ricky  giggled. "Yes!  He does..  dad never  did. Anyway I've gotta
pee.. real bad!"

We  went into  the basement,  where there  was a  large area  where
nothing was  stored. "Get naked," I  said. I stripped, I  had taken
off only  my shoes, socks and  shirt to look up  and see Ricky with
hands on his hips and ready for action. He snarled again. That tool
looked  really fierce.  I was  now  naked  and we  sat on  the cool
basement floor,  side by side, his  left leg against my  right leg,
ankles  crossed.  His  piss  started  flowing,  slowly at first. He
grunted  a little  to coax  it to  start. A  small stream through a
half-hardened  cock.  Then  he  relaxed  as  the  stream  was  more
constant. He  smiled, bent down  and began lapping  his own stream.
"I've always wondered what my  own tasted like, without being mixed
with my brother's," he said.

"And..?"

"It's pretty good. Have a taste!"

I tasted the steady  stream of pee. It was as  good as any I'd ever
tasted. It seemed his flow would never stop.

"I'm startin' to feel a little  better," he said. "Never been quite
this uh, backed up before."

"Yeah. Ever  squeeze the head  of your dick  to make the  stream go
further," I asked.

"Yeah, watch," he said and with that  he put us both in a fine soft
mist of golden  yellow piss which showed no signs  of ending in the
near future. The floor where we  were sitting was a lake. "We don't
have a basement at the house where we are," Ricky was saying.

Then  he stopped  the mist  and by  squeezing his head differently,
caused the pee to stream almost to the ceiling.

"Ya ever done that before, Karl?"

"Yeah, a few years ago."

"Neat, huh? Paul did that once."

Then slowly  his stream died, to  a point that he  had released his
dick and  the pee was drooling  down the side of  his dick and over
his  balls, still  slightly streaming.  We were  both soaked to the
skin. I had  enough pee on my dick to  stroke it without lubing it.
Hell,  there was  enough on  the floor  to swim  in! We  did splash
around in  it and roll around  in it a few  minutes, Ricky stood up
and he was  dripping wet as was I.  We embraced, and then I  let my
piss go  all down his balls  as he was pressed  against me. He just
giggled  at the  fact and  said "that  feels good.  Piss in my ass,
please!" I did, and he shit it  back out on me when I was finished.
God we loved it. And he was my brother.

We just left  the piss, went upstairs and  showered. I soaped Ricky
down, and  took a long  time with his  dick area. Ricky  soaped me,
too. We got out and dried off, and I saw Ricky was pre-cumming.

"Karl?"

"What?"

"I wanna butt fuck you..."

"Now?"

"Yeah.. I wanna do it in your bed before I go back to my brothers..
I mean, they let  me do what I want, but..  it's just quieter here,
y'know?"

"Sure, I understand. It is quieter, I guess.."

I lay on  the bed beside Ricky,  exploring first. I didn't  get far
because as I got toward the base of his stomach, his dick twitched,
he  must have  been getting   really horny  and throbbing  his dick
himself. You  know how you'll  be looking at  it and just  let your
insides control your  dick pulses, if you have  that control. Well,
he did that and when he did he shot a big glob of pre-cum right out
of his dick  and hit me squarely on the  chest. My dick brushed his
on  the way  by, which  prompted another  spurt. He giggled, almost
madly now. "God I'm so horny!" he exclaimed.

I wanted to  suck him a  moment and  he  let me. I  played with his
asshole a moment until he was so stiff I thought he would burst. He
looked at me  and his face turned red, like  it did when he laughed
so hard at the other house. Only he wasn't exactly laughing.

"You know, I think I'm hornier right now than I've ever been before
in my  life." The slight  freckles he had  on his face  were really
starting to show now.

"I really  have this urge  to plow  the  shit out of  your ass," he
said, "I love you so much, even if you are my brother."

I rolled over on my side.

"No, no, no,  silly, I'm a top. That makes  you a bottom. Why don't
you  just roll  over on  your stomach  and eat  that pillow," Ricky
said. Damn, he was controlling the shit  out of me, and he was just
16!

I did as I was told.

"Yeah! Now we're talking.."

I knew he  was going to  do this professionally,  maybe even better
than Marty had  done. I was right, about the  better part. What was
the deal?

Marty had eight.

Ricky had...

TEN!

"Now, I don't think I'll try to  give ya my whole rod, you probably
can't take it, dude.."

"Try it."

"Are you sure? I'm gonna tear your everlovin' ass up if I do!"

"Who has the biggest cock in your family?"

"Me."

"Really?"

"Yup. I got ten, Marty's got  eight, Paul's got uh... six, Greg has
six, and Jeff has seven-and-a half."

"Well, you just got a big stick there!"

"Yeah, an' I know how to use it too.."

"Okay.."

He started off with me slowly, getting the better part of it in me.
Stopped, made sure I was okay, and  kept inching it in. Yep, it was
ten  alright. It  was different  because I  could actually feel him
hitting some things up there that never had been contacted before.

"Still okay?" he persisted.

"Yes I'm fine... it feels good as hell."

"Oh. Well, when I get goin' I  usually won't feed ya but about half
of it.. heh.."

"Damn I love you, Ricky.."

"That does it. Here I go, Karl!"

He sped  on his way,  me begging  him  to give me  the whole thing,
finally he did  for almost a minute. He didn't  know it, but he was
giving my prostrate the best workout  it had ever known. Finally he
decided I was okay  so he kept giving me all he  had, and opened up
with  all his  speed. I  came  three  short seconds  after he  did,
because he had stimulated me all the way. I could feel his sperm in
my ass,  even slicker as he  pulled his cock out  and admired it. I
admired it too. He saw my sperm on the bed.

"Whoa.. how'd you do that?"

"You did it.  Man, yo' rod is so  long and lean, that ya  just told
mine what to go do with itself..."

"Holy shit!"

We kissed and fell back down to the bed. We lay together a few more
minutes in solitude, kissing and talking.

"Damn, I'm so  glad Jeff found you," he said,  and I told him about
seeing me with my cock out.

"Ha hah hah... I'd have asked you too, if I'd seen that!"

Ricky was so light headed and so friendly.. you could probably tell
him  that  you  hated  his  guts  and  he'd  just  brush it off his
shoulder. But then, who ever would?

Ricky's now again-stiffening rod  pressed against my balls, pushing
them out of the way. His cock then interacted with mine, and I felt
it.  He swayed  his hips  slightly and  I could  feel them  rubbing
together of his own inertia. He  smiled. We kissed. We got up, went
back and rejoined the others.

The walk up  the hill didn't take long. Time  seemed to fly like it
had wings.  Ricky and I  walked with our  arms around each  other's
shoulders up  the sidewalk. I already  felt like a brother.  Now it
was time to have some fun with  all the others. It was just hard to
meet with  them individually, as I  had done with Ricky.  I thought
that was  about to change. Ricky  was hard all the  way back to his
house; little guys like that can get  hard just as fast as they get
off, and they're ready to get off  again; Ricky told me that he was
always like that and that was  why he quit school. Actually, he was
expelled because... well,  he was caught fucking a  kid of 14 years
old in the shower before Phys Ed let out one day. "It was worth it,
it was  worth it all,"  Ricky told me.  "I think there  should be a
school class  just for sex. I'd  make all A's." I  cracked up as we
entered the house.

I walked in and everyone sat on  the couch, dressed. "What's up," I
asked Jeff. "Not a lot," he said.  "We were just talking so we left
our  clothes on.  Nothing big,  we  just..  decided to  rest a  few
minutes. No big thing. An' hey..  I kinda figured what went on with
you and Lil' Ricky there. No big  thing there either, I want you to
know that.  We don't care,  you're one of  us, and don't  ever feel
that you're not... if you ever want to have fun, just do it!"

I thought in the back of my head the steps I would take tomorrow as
Ricky, not  being able to take  any more of this,  rocked the lower
portion  of his  body back  and forth  until his  Jams fell  to the
floor.  It took  some effort  getting them  over that  pole of  his
without  touching them  with his  hands, but  he managed...  boy he
managed!  I got  a super  little hardon  sitting there watching him
struggle, and I think everybody did!

I would get up tomorrow, quit my job,  take all my money out of the
bank (I had close to half a  million in there myself.) Jeff said we
could pool  all our money and  take out what we  needed once we got
where we  were going. My life  had changed forever; suddenly  I had
the family I'd never dreamed of. But, who was going to be my lover?
Could I love each  of these like a lover? Did I  in fact, have five
spouses? It was hard to say, yet  it felt that way. "You really are
super," Greg was telling me who had  not given me a lot of input on
the subject. "I'd  love to get alone with you  for a while." And so
it was.  We got up  and went into  a bedroom, closed  the door. The
other guys turned  on the TV and watched  a XXX-rated flick. Before
we left  the room, Ricky  was over there  jacking Marty off  again,
just  as he  did before.  Only this  time, Marty  was playing  with
Ricky's tits as he did. Feeling  his brother doing this to him made
his cock go wild, and Ricky's  pre-cum really began to flow. It was
wild as  I watched from  the door before  I went with  Jeff.. Ricky
pumped Marty dry, and then Ricky took three strokes on his own dick
and streamed into  the air. That was all-  three strokes. "Damn," I
thought. "I  wish that was  all it took  me. He's really  one horny
bastard!"

Greg  had me  in this  room now   with the  door locked.  He was  a
sandy-blonde, and  if I'd had to  pick one guy from  the crowd that
looked like  an honest beach bum,  it'd have to be  Greg. He walked
over shyly. Where Ricky was bold and outgoing, Greg seemed very shy
and reserved. He wanted me to dominate HIM, something I wasn't sure
if I could do,  but I knew I would try. He  had a MASSIVE amount of
hair around his  tool which was fun to play  with, and his tool was
inviting. I  began to suck  him as we  were laying together  on the
bed. I wasn't moving fast, I wanted  to take my time with his cock.
He didn't  necessarily want me to  fuck him that night  because his
ass was still very sore from Jeff  plowing away at him in his sleep
and all day today. I looked; it was really cherry red. "Wish I felt
like that," I stressed. "Yeah.. well,  this was a dry fuck. We were
just  experimenting to  see how  it  was.  The pain  turns me  on a
little,  but I  swear I'll  never do  it again  without a lube!" He
pumped a  large wad into my  waiting mouth. As he  did and his cock
was  still throbbing,  I slithered   up his  chest and  kissed him,
giving him  some of his  cum. It  was  good and he  agreed. Then he
admitted he had  to have some more at which  time he jacked himself
off, letting me watch, cumming in  less than a minute. I was truely
amazed. He caught this wad in his  hand and slurped it out. Then he
gave me a slurp.... Mmmm. Good. Better than Campbell's soup.

We kissed and hugged and then went back to join the others. We just
couldn't stay  away from the  crowd; it was  obvious tht they  were
very close-knit and I was becoming  that way. What was that? It was
a knock on the  door. Everyone grabbed for their  Jams and put them
on. Soon,  I thought, we wouldn't  have to do that.  Not if I could
have anything  to do with it..  yep, I could see  it.. the remotest
part of Florida...

The knock at the door just turned out to be a friend of Ricky's. It
just happened to be the friend  he was telling me about from school
that he was with when he got  kicked out. Ralph, that was his name,
brought a little piece of news.

"Hey! Ricky! Guess what?"

"Wha'...?"

"You know how you got kicked out for fuckin' the shit outta me last
quarter?"

"Yeah? What about it?"

"I just got kicked out for doing the same thing!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. What's  worse, my mom  kicked me out  of the house  when she
found out..."

"She can't do that, Ralph! You're only 14!" Ricky exclaimed.

"Well, try telling that to her. She can, and she DID."

Damn. I  felt a little  low at that  point. At the  same time I was
happy - here  was someone else that was gay  and obviously very out
of the closet to just about anybody at such a young age.

"Hey,  hey.. Ralph,  relax man.."  I jumped  in. "You're welcome to
stay with us for a ... while...  at least right at the moment..." I
motioned  for  Jeff  and  Greg.  We  went  into  the  bedroom for a
conference.

"Where are they going?" Ralph  asked Ricky. "Probably to talk about
you.  Don't worry,  little dude.  You're in  good hands... in fact,
probably the best hands you could be in, hee hee.."

"Really? You mean..."

"Yeah, that  older guy with  the glasses, I've  done it with  him..
he's part  of us now.  You might be  too. See, we're  gonna have to
leave town soon, he probably wants to  find out if it's okay if you
come and he'll probably end up asking you."

"Where?"

Ricky told him  somewhere in Florida probably, and  Ralph said he'd
think about it. Ralph was very nervous.

"Hey, relax! Karl was right, you need to... hell, you probably need
sex."

"Wait a  minute," Ralph snapped.  "Sex is what  got me in  trouble.
Maybe I should just leave..."

Ralph got up and started for the door.

"Wait, wait!" Ricky yelled after him.  Ralph paused in the door and
listened.

"Ralph,  man... listen.  Don't go  out in  the streets man, please.
It's not easy.

In fact, it's pure hell, trust me. I was lucky, I have my brothers.
See, my mom  and my ol' man just  broke up. It seems he's  a faggot
too, just like us.."

"Our mom's givin' us some money,  and this Karl is.. well, he's our
brother now, we sorta adopted him."

"Exciting here?"

"Never a dull moment, it...  jeeze Ralph, you're still shakin'. Uh,
are  you  sure  you  don't  want  me  to  do something to make feel
better?"

"Like what?"

Ricky reached up under Ralph's navy blue tank top. He began feeling
Ralph's tits,  nice and slow, the  way he knew it  felt best in his
sixteen-year-old  mind.  He  rubbed  his  hand  slowly over Ralph's
chest. Very  slowly. Ralph had a  hot, sweaty chest because  he had
been  under stress  since his  mom had  kicked him  out at  10 this
morning and  he had been  on the move  since then. It  was 5 in the
afternoon now, and all Ralph had  done was walk and lug around that
heavy suitcase that  he had rushed to put together.  He had come to
Ricky's  house only  as a  last resort,  mainly because  he thought
Ricky's mom  and dad were at  home. Before that he  was considering
taking the $400  he had and getting a plane  ticket. Or maybe a bus
if  he couldn't  find a  decent fare.  Now, he  realized slowly but
surely that this should have been his FIRST resort.

Ricky's hand was  getting hot and sweaty from  Ralph's chest as his
dick was getting even harder than  it was before Ralph had arrived.
Ricky  looked down  now to  see  that  Ralph's cock  had to  be all
stretched  out and  waiting for  attention. Ralph  had a  handsome,
proud  five and  a half  when it  was hard.  Ralph was smiling now.
"Ricky,"  he said  softer than  the harsh  voice he  had just three
minutes earlier,  "you have one  hell of a  touch." Ricky took  his
soaked  hand out  of Ralph's  shirt and  wiped it  all over his own
face,  especially around  his nose.  "Smmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ahhhhhhh!"
Ricky responded as he heavily breathed his own hand, still wet with
Ralph's sweat. Ralph found  himself drawing Ricky closer, something
he never dreamed about. Paul and Marty didn't say a word, they just
sat  there watching.  They knew  when to  give their little brother
"room to  grow." Actually, they  were just sitting  in the loveseat
together,  slowly  stroking  their  tools  while  Ralph  and  Ricky
occupied the sofa.

Ralph bent down and took off  his shoes and socks. Ricky helped him
out of his shirt and then Ricky  took his hands and rubbed them all
under Ralph's  drenched armpits. There  wasn't a lot  of hair under
there, but  it was okay with  Ricky. Again he rubbed  the sweat all
over his face. He was in seventh heaven as he gave Ralph a whiff of
his  own sweat.  Wow, he  loved it.  "I never  realized how horny I
could get off just my own  sweat," Ralph said. Soon Ricky was naked
again and Ralph was down to  just those jockey undies of his. Ricky
snapped the band and let it go back. "Wow," Ricky thought, "I could
fuck this kid right through that underwear even if he didn't bother
to rip it off."Ralph did take  off his underwear and Ricky promptly
retrieved  it. He  began smelling   it and  stroking his  own dick,
smelling the sweat of Ralph's crotch where he had walked all day.

"Now, wait a minute," Ralph  said, getting harder, "thats just what
I used to do in the locker  room with YOUR underwear!" Ricky pulled
it back  from his nose  and started laughing.  "Really? Heh.. how'd
you like the ones  I wore wet that day that I'd  pissed all in that
morning?"

"Yeah! Shit! Those  were the ones I had the  most fun with, dude! I
squeezed it out.."

"I knew those were dry when I got back.. so it was you!"

"Yep..  heh.. I  actually tasted  a little  of it,"  said the black
haired youth.

"How was it?"

"Made me hot enough to want more.."

"Why didn'cha ask me?"

"I... well...."

"You were too shy."

"Yeah.. well, that  was the day I started drinkin'  my own.. it was
awesome. I kept thinking about yours, though.."

Ricky buried his face in Ralph's underwear again. "Now you see what
fun shit is really like, Ralphy boy."

"Yeah. Where's YOUR underwear, dude?" Ralph asked.

"Oh, I don't wear it anymore. It's too tight and it gets in my way.
You should try it, its a lot more comfortable."

After  Ricky got  his fill  of Ralph's  underwear, he  put it down.
"Ralph, ya want me to uh... well..."

"What?"

"Well, just fuck you a little to loosen you up. You look drained."

"Yeah, well, I guess."

"Do you mind if my brothers watch? We can go to another room..."

"No, this is okay. I like people to watch!"

"Okay... stand up..."