SUMMER DAY

                              PART XIII

 I lay  there and  continued to   caress Ricky's  legs. It  seemed I
 couldn't get enough of him. "Ricky, Ralph," I said, "I've got to be
 honest with you about something."

 "What's that bro?" Ricky said.

 "I love you two as brothers, not  as a father. I don't really think
 that I could love you as a father; I'm sorry."

 "That's okay," Ricky replied, "I understand."

 "Yeah," I said, "I actually just feel better thinking of you two as
 my young brothers.. not as my 'sons'.."

 "Sure," Ralph said. "I think I like it better that way too!"

 Ralph physically  rolled over onto me,  playing with my chest  as I
 continued messing  with Ricky. "Shit  man," Ralph said,  "maybe I'm
 not showing you my  love the way I should. I guess  I just.. had to
 get used to being in this family, so I kinda clung to Ricky more at
 first. But I do love everybody!"

 "Oh Ralph, we know that!" I said. "You're doing fine and never feel
 that you're not."

 "Yeah.." Ricky giggled, "you're doing  great. We all love you. See,
 everybody feels  the same way about  you that I did  in school. You
 can see why I wanted to rape you."

 "Yeah, I do. I love it. Ricky, remind me that I owe you my life..."

 "Oh, don't worry about it..."

 "Kiss my  navel," I said  to Ralph. He  did so without  hesitation.
 Amazing. I scooted up on Ricky and began kissing his navel. I loved
 it, loved it all. I ran  my hands over Ricky's stomach again. Again
 he  developed goosebumps  all over  it and  his arms.  "Ooo," Ricky
 said.

 "Like that, huh bro?" I said.

 "Yeah.. you can tell I do, can't you?"

 "Yes," I said slowly. He lifted his  arms, and I ran my hands under
 his armpits.

 I left them  there and let him  clamp his arms over  my hands as he
 had  done  in  the  past.  We  kissed.  We  kissed  very deeply and
 passionately.  Ralph, being  piled on  top of  me, began kissing me
 around the back of  my neck, and he was latched on  to the backs of
 my shoulders.  He would not  let go. "Oh,  I fuckin' love  you," he
 told me. And he said it more than once.

 Ralph's peter was soft; I could  feel it press against my asscrack.
 "Ralph's right,"  said Ricky, "this  is too fuckin'  much. I really
 dig this  scene..." We were piled  on top of each  other now like a
 bunch of sweaty pigs.

 Ralph soon rolled off of me, onto the other side of the bed. Then I
 too rolled  off of Ricky.  We lay there,  the three of  us, in pure
 ecstasy even though  the only parts of our  bodies we were touching
 were our arms around each other's shoulders.

 As I was  in the middle, I drew  the other two in close  around me,
 one on each side of my chest.  "I - I love you, Jason," said Ricky.
 "I love you too, Jason," echoed Ralph. There were tears in my eyes.
 Ricky arose and came back with a cool cloth, wiped my face with it.
 "Damn," I  said now, unable to  control bawling harder on  sight of
 Richard doing this. "Here..." he said,  "let it all out, Jason. Get
 rid of these  feelings once and for all. Jason,  we are going to be
 the brothers that you never had."

 My face was red  as a beet. Just under the surface  of the skin, it
 felt like  it was on  fire. Ricky wiping  it now seemed  to cool me
 down all the way  to my soft heart. He was making  it just a little
 harder  for me  now, but  never too  hard. Ralph  lay with his face
 pressed against my left nipple. He took his finger and drew circles
 around it  and began to  lick it. "Would  - you rather  I leave you
 alone?" Ralph asked.

 "Yeah,"  said Ricky  before I  could say  anything, "do you realize
 this whole time  since he's been with us,  we've all been literally
 smothering him? Maybe  he does need a little space..  of his own. I
 was thinking that last night for some reason."

 I looked at the boys. "Look," I said, "the question is, do YOU need
 space? Ricky, both you and Ralph have been under pressure with your
 moms and everything.. if you  need room, you've got it. Personally,
 I'm just the opposite.. if you give  me too much space now, I think
 I'd only get more upset.

 "You know, you're  right and I can tell it,"  said Ricky. "You need
 someone there  sporting you on.  Me? No, I'm  fine. I need  someone
 there too, actually. I don't want any space from you, and I want to
 be close to you as long as I  can. I know you'd never leave us, but
 right now  the only way this  little kid would stop  breathing down
 your neck is if you tell him to!"

 "You know, you could do that  LITERALLY, you know," I said, feeling
 better now.

 "What?"

 "Breath down my neck."

 "How about blowing on the back of your neck?" Ricky said.

 "Yeah.. that too."

 "Roll over, Fido."

 I rolled over  on my back  and spread my  legs, wide. He  blew long
 deep breaths there into my long hair.  I felt it all the way up the
 line of my scalp. My hair was a mess, I didn't give a shit and they
 didn't either.

 "Hey  kid! You  know you  leave yourself  WIDE OPEN  to just  about
 anything when you lay like that!"

 It was Ralph's voice, but I wasn't  sure at first if he was talking
 to me,  or to Ricky. As  Ricky arose, he giggled.  Now I could only
 assume he meant me, but what was going on?

 Ricky giggled again. "Do it, do it,  do it!" Ricky urged Ralph as I
 did continue  to lay face down  with my legs apart.  I felt someone
 clamber up between them.

 "Grrr! It's  Ralphy!" he said  as he lay  on me. "I  wanna shove my
 hard dick up your ass and do something with it!"

 "Oh, sure! Well,  you did just say I was  leaving myself wide open,
 didn't you?"

 "Yes I did!"

 "Yeah.. you kinda picked up on it. You sure are horny a lot, boy!"

 "Yeah.. I am a boy, aren't I?"

 "You definitely  are that! Listen Ralphy,  if you want to  fuck me,
 please do, but make it as rough as you want!"

 "Oh,  so it's  okay if  I slam  my dick  in your  ass as  hard as I
 acid-drop my skateboard into a pipe? It wouldn't bother you?"

 "Oh no, not at all! Acid-drop that thing!"

 Wham! He  did. I felt  the lower portion  of his abdomen  literally
 slam  against me  with every   fuck. "Feels  good, doesn't  it?" he
 asked.

 "Sure as shit does!"

 "Yeah? It  does to me, too!"  he said as he  continued to pump long
 and hard. Soon  he was belting out rope after  rope of wet semen up
 my ass. It was so long and there  was much of it, that I thought he
 was pissing in me.

 "You... by any chance pee me in there?" I asked.

 "Uh.. no, why?"  he answered, catching his breath.  "I was too hard
 and stiff to pee ya... I will, though..."

 "Nahh, that's okay, that was just a lotta nice sperm though!"

 "Yeah it was," he said. "Did I get you pregnant?" he laughed.

 I laughed back. "Yeah! Yeah you did! I love you!"

 God it had felt good.

 I turned to feel of Ralphy's  ballsack. I played carefully with his
 tender balls. "Feel good?" I asked.

 "Yeahhh.. you can play with 'em all day if you want..."

 "Nahh.. just a few minutes so I can calm yo' hyper self down.."

 "Me?  I'm not  hyper.. I'm  just  madly  in love!"  he jested,  his
 semi-erect penis seeming to get hard again already.

 "Damn! I  didn't know I  had that kind  of effect on  you!" I said,
 slightly stunned.

 "Jason, I got news for you, you do."

 The son-of-a-bitch was hard again, it was a granite pole.

 "You know Jas, I was thinking," said Ricky... "it.. I can see where
 it might be better for you to love us as brothers.."

 "How's that?"

 "Well, bro, if you were our dad,  well, wouldn't you be more apt to
 scold us more  if you saw us do something  that just wasn't quite..
 well, something you'd do in a similar situation?"

 "No. Ricky,  look dude.. let  me be honest.  At this point,  you're
 your own  boss. I feel  like you two  are old enough  to know shit.
 Hell,  you're as  street-smart and  you know  as much  about what's
 going on as much as I do. Hell, I don't treat you as a kid, I treat
 you as an  adult and Ralph too.. I don't  want you to pass eighteen
 and say, 'well, we're eighteen  and Jason really has changed, man..
 I mean dude,  as soon as  I hit my  eighteenth birthday, he  really
 changed..'  I can't  do that  guys, sorry.  Ralph, you  as much  as
 Ricky.  I don't  think I'm  being cold,  because I  love you, but I
 don't want to treat you like kindergartners either."

 "Well, remember how you treated me  in the van coming down? I could
 relate  to  that,  that  little  boy  approach.  If  you thought it
 bothered me, it didn't.  I know you like to look at  me like I'm at
 your level,  and I like  being looked at  like that too!  In fact I
 wouldn't have it any other way! It's  just that if you want to snap
 at me, you can. Know why?"

 "Why Ricky?"

 "Because I really know it'd all be in fun. Hell Jas, I know you can
 be as  laid-back as I am,  dude. It's no secret.  You ARE so fucken
 laid-back for a dude your age. THAT is mainly why we took to you so
 quick.  Don't  ever  think  you're  not.  But  hell,  dude,  I mean
 everybody gets  out of line  once in  a  while. We just  need to be
 around to put each other back on track, y' know?"

 Ralph  got  out  a  pair  of  nail  clippers  and began trimming my
 toenails. "Shit man, I gotta be productive," he said as I looked at
 him. "Just out of curiousity, may I ask why....?"

 "I gotta get my mind off my  dick so it'll go down," he said. "When
 I didn't fuck you again, I went ape."

 I looked; his dick  was soft. His balls were draping  low as he was
 squatted  at my  feet, his  balls nearly  touching the bedsheets. I
 began to snap at him. I wanted him to fuck me again now, on mention
 of this, and I wanted to see that peter rise.

 "Stop that,  little boy!" I began  snapping. "No more of  that, you
 beautiful kid.

 Your hair  is beautiful and your  skin is golden. Ohh..  you are so
 cute you little motherfucker!"

 "Ohhhh..." he  exclaimed, "stooooop..." as  he was again  getting a
 raging hardon. It was more  raging than the one before. "C'mere..."
 I said as he got closer.

 "This is the cutest tool I have  ever seen.. gawd!" as I stroked it
 a little, slowly. I  put a finger up his ass  and moved it around a
 little. "You have such a cute fucken hole... and so tight.."

 "Oh, I can't stand it! My dick's gonna bust!" said Ralph.

 "Here," I  said, turning my  ass to him  now. "Fuck me."  He plowed
 into my butt again without a lube. "Faster, faster!" I said. "Go as
 fast as you can!"

 "Okay! You asked for it!"

 Zoom! Warp  factor one! He  was really pumpin'  that piston rod  as
 fast as he could. It felt good to my unlubed ass. Soon, more semen.
 He pulled out  halfway during his shooting spree and  gave us all a
 little soak.

 We all kissed  and showered again, got dressed and  went out on the
 canopy to  look at the Daytona  stars come out. We  lay flat on our
 backs in each other's arms as we looked up. I couldn't help running
 my hand under Ricky's armpit as we lay there.

 "Damn dude," I said.

 "What?" replied Ricky.

 "This..  this damn  hair.. it  feels so  good to  rub it..  does it
 bother you?"

 I don't know  why I kept looking  for a negative response.  I guess
 because  I was  so used  to one  all my  life. I  kept looking  for
 something  like, "yes,  you faggot!  Leave me  alone!" but it never
 came.

 "Yeah, it feels good, dude.. yeahhh.."

 I put my tongue up there and licked the hairs.

 "Damn! Shit, that tickles!"

 "Yeah.. but it feels so good..." I said.

 "Feel this," said  Ricky, pulling his shorts down  to his feet, and
 grasping his already hard dick.

 I did, it was warm. "You don't have  to suck me if you don't want..
 you tired?"

 "Not tired enough to get you off if that's what you want.."

 "Naah.. sometimes I just blow this thing up like a balloon and feel
 it.."

 "Yeah.. warm, isn't it?" I asked.

 "Yeah.."  and he  rolled it  all the  way around,  like a joystick.
 "Nice joystick,"

 I indicated.

 "I know.."

 He took my hand from his dick, placed it to his lips and kissed it.
 "Damn I love you," he said. "I  can't really explain it, but I love
 you and Ralph just as much as  if we'd had the same mother, if that
 makes  any sense  at all.."  "It does,"  I assured  him as he again
 placed my  hand around his  hard dripping tool.  I briefly released
 his dick long enough to caress  his balls, which felt very large. I
 squeezed them  softly as he moaned,  Ralph with his arm  around the
 back of my neck. It felt  so truly wonderful to feel someone else's
 dick - the  sensation of actually feeling the  dick and not feeling
 the heat  of your own  hand on it...  as if your  dick was under  a
 numbing sensation... Ricky  moaned again as I pulled  his hair back
 and kissed him  on the face. "Fuck," he said,  "would you object to
 me fucking Ralph?" Ricky asked.

 "No! You know you don't have to ask me that!"

 "Well, I felt  obligated because I just.. didn't  want to pounce on
 him and make you feel like I was ignoring you..."

 "Hell no!"

 "Okay, like I said, dude... I was just looking out for you.."

 "Shit.." I uttered, nearly laughing.

 "What?"

 "I just looked at you, and you  come across as a little dude in the
 sixties, saying, 'like, peace bro..'.."

 "Really? That's  cool," he said...  "peace bro.." he  put his hands
 around me, entered  me once and pumped me a  few times. He withdrew
 and headed for Ralph. Ricky allowed  his boner to slightly go down,
 stood over near the edge of  the bannister in the darkness, and let
 pee go  all down his  shaft and balls,  coating himself very  well.
 Dripping, he  got close to me  as he walked over  to Ralph. I could
 really smell his boy piss.. it smelled good to me. "Fuck me," Ralph
 persuaded as he leaned against the wall of the condo. I cut out the
 light so no  one could see us. Ricky's dick  slipped up Ralph's ass
 like  a greased  pole. "I'm  mo' fuck  yo' ass  like you never been
 fucked 'fore," Ricky said. He did,  too. He slung pee all over that
 wall from his body, he was flapping so fast. I walked over to where
 they were  fucking, and looked  at Ricky. "Ricky..  do you mind  if
 I... slip my hand between your  balls and Ralph's ass just a second
 and let me feel those wet things pop me in the hand?"

 "Oh, hell yes.. do that,  I wanna see how-it-feels-to my dick-too,"
 he said in rhythm  of his fucks. I did put it  there.. and the piss
 slapped off those balls coating my dick. I moved my hand and licked
 it;  Ricky licked  it after  me and  we French-kissed  for a second
 while he fucked.

 I walked over to  the spot where Ricky had pissed  and a little had
 collected where it hadn't run off. I got some on my hand and rubbed
 it across  the underside of my  nose; damn, I thought;  I thought I
 was the  only one that  got into this  shit. I wiped  a little more
 under my  nose; it smelled so  good. I was at  that time tempted to
 taste a  little, but I  declined because I  knew the bannister  was
 filthier than the piss.

 Ricky was damn close to a climax now and as he did, I could tell he
 really sent a lot up Ralph's ass. He pulled out and sent one or two
 long ropes in  my direction which splattered me,  before he finally
 stopped altogether. "Ooo, I felt that," Ralph said. "You definitely
 got me pregnant.."

 "Did it go way on up there?" I asked.

 "Hell yeah! He shot that shit way up my hot hole.."

 "Wow..."

 I patted Ralph on the asscheeks, he took my hand and kissed it. "It
 was a show, wasn't it?" asked Ralph.

 "Sure  was! Ricky,  I must  say I  admire the  way you control that
 cockjuice..."

 "What do you mean?"

 "I mean, firing that couple of spurts inmy direction.. God!"

 "Yeah.. I'm starting to learn to be able to do shit like that.. you
 know, get trained and all.. I  always like to experiment. Remind me
 to fix you a piece of sperm-on-toast in the morning..."

 "Oh yeah.. and remind me in about thirty minutes to go in there and
 call Jeffrey..."

 "Huh? Oh shit! Yeah! I totally forgot!"

 "Has.. it always  been easy for you guys to  jack off and shoot.. I
 mean,  nothing  emotionally  ever  kept  you  from getting hard?" I
 asked.

 "Not really.. I've never really had a problem.. always gotten it up
 pretty quick..." replied Ricky.

 "I haven't really had any problem either," remarked Ralph.

 "Damn."

 "Have you?" asked Ricky.

 "Not really.. I had trouble when I used to couldn't shut things out
 of my mind,  you know, concentrate on things that  made me hot, I'd
 go down."

 "Yeah..  well Jas,  that happens  to anybody..  heh.. listen  to me
 playing Dr.  Ruth here... heh..  but I  mean,  if I really  am in a
 situation where I want to lose my boner, I mean, really bad, I just
 think of something I know will get it down."

 "Well, what gets you un-horny?" I asked, wanting to know more about
 what goes on inside a kid's head nowadays.

 "I just think of a guy ugly as sin, or some tragic event.."

 "Hehe.. I like the first one... what kind of tragic events?"

 "Well," Ricky  went on, "I just  pretend that when I  want it to go
 down in  a hurry, well  dude, I was  slicing into this  sweet peach
 with a knife, and I missed the  peach and cut my finger.. blood was
 going all  over the place,  and I had  to rush to  take care of  it
 because of  the pain. That's  one way. I  mean, shit like  that may
 turn some people on, but not me, I mean pain. I hate thinking about
 pain!"

 "Yeah.. I can see where that might get you to lose it.."

 "Me too," agreed Ralph. "Wanna know how I lose it?"

 "Sure!"

 "I just start, well, thinking about girls!!"

 We all laughed. "I -know- that would be effective!" I said.

 "It sure is.. real quick results."

 "Jason,"  said Ricky,  "look, I  don't want  you to  get the  wrong
 idea.. I  mean, we're above  having sex all  the time.. it's  just,
 well, we've been turned on so much lately.."

 "Yeah.. well I got nothing against  you pounding all the cum out of
 there that you want.. I mean, you produce it, you sure as shit have
 the right to put it out!" I said.

 "Yeah, I  know," Ricky giggled,  "I just meant  that I kinda  think
 we'll try  to see more  of Gaytona tomorrow  than we did  today, if
 that's okay... I mean..."

 "Ricky!  Okay, no  problem, I   mean, I  understand! We  just kinda
 'connect' if you know what I mean, dude!" I answered.

 "Yeah, I  felt that way too...  but I do like  'pounding all my cum
 out' onto you guys!"

 I went into the  bedroom and called Jeff on the  phone. There was a
 sign beside the  phone that said: "ALL LONG  DISTANCE CALLS MUST BE
 CREDIT CARD OR COLLECT." I guess  they were proving "up front" that
 they weren't going  to tolerate any fraudulant promises  to get any
 bills paid.

 I heard the  operator ask if  he would accept  a collect call  from
 Jason Fraser, he said he would and the conversation began.

 "Jas, dude! What's hangin'? Heh.."

 "Not much dude! It's pretty awesome down here!"

 "Yeah... bet it is. So, have you gotten laid yet?"

 "Yeah  man.. by  a couple  of the  prettiest girls  in Daytona,"  I
 spoofed, talking as  though I were the straightest  guy to walk the
 Earth. "Lots of pussy.. I love it."

 I could just guess  what kind of expression THAT  little remark put
 on his face!

 "What? Jas, is this really you?"

 Ricky and Ralph were in hysterics.

 "Yeah dude.. it's  me. Seriously though, it's a  blast. These dudes
 have even got ME skateboarding now..."

 "You don't say...?"

 "Yeah.. Here's Ricky, man.."

 "Yo, dude, was' happenin'?" Ricky said.

 "Not much,"  answered Jeff. "Dude,  we've decided to  just stay put
 here..  kinda get  settled into  the place,  you know? We've having
 more sex  than bunnies do..  Jason's gonna love  the cum shots  all
 over the living room..."

 "Are you fuckin' serious?"

 "Yeah, man.. the four of us are  jacking off a lot too, and putting
 it in a cup like you were doing..."

 "Hot damn! I'll have to see that when we come back!"

 "Y'all know yet how long you're gonna stay?"

 "Long as Jas wants, cos' I kinda like it here.. it's up to Jas.."

 "Well, put him back on the horn a sec.."

 "He wants you again," Ricky said, handing me the receiver.

 "Yo.."

 "Yeah  dude... we're  taking a  rain check  on that  trip.. what we
 might do is  wait til you come back, then  you kidnap somebody else
 or something,  and then we'll go..  or you can stay  here and WE'LL
 trip, you know... we'll work something out."

 "Yeah, that doesn't sound too shabby. We will work that out when we
 come back.."

 "Yeah, which led me to want to  ask when you thought you might come
 back?"  Jeff  asked,  "or  do  you  just  wanna  wait til next week
 sometime? We're not in any hurry, and  I know the other two love it
 as much as you do..."

 "Yeah...  well... maybe  first part   of next  week... what  day is
 this?" "Thursday," Jeff answered.

 "Well, yeah, maybe Tuesday. We'll be calling you again before then,
 I'm sure. So, you're definitely not going anywhere?"

 "Ehh.. well, I rented a car.. we  probably won't go very far at all
 if we go anywhere.. just some  little places where we can come back
 and spend the night here.."

 "Okay.. well, things are looking good here.."

 "I'm sure  they are! Jas, look..  have a good time,  okay? You only
 pass through this life once; make it good."

 "You bet!"

 "Well, let me talk to Ralphy a sec.."

 "Ralph.. c'mere..."

 Ralph  took the  receiver while  he  was  bent over  and Ricky  was
 rubbing his asscheeks. "Yeah?"

 "Hey tiger! This is Jeff!"

 "Dude! How's life?"

 "Oh, it's going okay. How's the heat down in Gaytona?"

 "Oh, dude.. it's sweltering."

 "Really?"

 "Yeah..  I got  the thermostat  on now,"  he said,  panting in  the
 phone.

 "Well, maybe you  better turn it up a few  degrees.. I wanna see ya
 really sweat," Jeff said.

 "Well, you  can bet I'm doing  that! Ricky's fucken around  with me
 right now!"  "Sounds nice... well let  me go so I  don't tally up a
 huge bill..  I'll talk to y'all  again soon. Ask Jas  if he's gonna
 stay in that one place the whole time, or if he's not sure if he'll
 change...?"

 "Jeff wants  to know if  we're going to  stay here, or  change to a
 different motel before we come back?"

 "Let me talk  to him..." and Ralph handed me  the phone. "Jeff? Not
 really sure.. we might stay here a couple nights and go on down the
 coast.. this number is area code 904-555-2313."

 "Okay, if I need you, I'll call there until you say you're changing
 motels.."

 "Sounds cool.. have fun over there and we're thinking about you.."

 "Yeah.. well.. have a safe trip.."

 "Okay... talk to you later.."

 "Bye."

 We went over now and flopped on  the couch. It was now 10:15 and we
 were a little tired, but not too tired to sit and continue to enjoy
 the hell out of each other's company.

 While it was on my mind, I gave AT&T my credit card number and told
 Ricky to tell  me their old telephone number  in Smyrna, Georgia. I
 dialed it  just purely out of  wanting to see what  happened - Jeff
 had supposedly  disconnected it before he  left. It rang twice  - I
 got an answer.

 "Hello?"

 "Ms. Fraser?"

 "No, I'm sorry - she no longer lives here."

 "Is this 2462 Valley Vista Road?"

 "Yes, it is.. this is the business of Martin Shoals Printers. Can I
 help you?"

 "Are - you - is your business operating out of the location?"

 "Yes, it is.. who may I ask is calling please?!"

 I hung up the phone.

 I sat with my mouth agape.

 "Was that mom?" asked Ricky

 I nodded. "No... a company called  Martin Shoals Printers is in the
 house."

 "My God!" exclaimed Ricky. "That's who she... worked for!"

 "She  said they  were operating  out of  that house,  but that your
 mother no longer lives there..."

 "That's odd...", said Ricky, "but  that sounds like the kinda thing
 she'd  do..  they  needed  a  new  place  'cos  the roof of the old
 building wouldn't stop leaking.."

 "I see.."

 "Yeah, thanks for checking that out, Jas... that was interesting.."

 "Yeah, it was.." I admitted. "I just wonder if they encountered all
 the piss we left in the living room floor..."

 "Oh yeah! Shit.. I forgot about  that! Well, I'm sure they did, and
 you can bet mom knows we did it.." boasted Ricky.

 Ralph looked back and forth between me and Ricky at this remark. He
 nearly giggled.

 "What is  it, Ralphy baby?"  I inquired. Now  he wouldn't take  his
 eyes off me.

 "I just got this bogus idea..."

 "Oh?"

 "Yeah.. but you probably would flip out.."

 "Try him!" motioned Ricky.

 "Jason...  what would  you say  to..  going  to a  store and  buy a
 sixpack.. bring it back, we drink  it.. and go to piss city..." his
 boner was  now obvious. I felt  it; it was very  hard. Ricky's eyes
 lit up like neon signs.

 "Shit, an' I'm usually the one that comes up with ideas like that!"
 he said.

 "Preference?" I said.

 "Huh?" asked Ralph, looking at me like he had a thorn in his foot.

 "Preference..  as in  brand of  beer?" I  was undoubtedly  going to
 grant their wish - suddenly it became MY wish too.. to see how much
 yellow stuff they  could put out. Then follow  it with white stuff.
 Tomorrow would be strictly spent away from the place... we might as
 well live it up tonight, I thought.

 Michelob!"  said  Ricky.  "I  drink   that  stuff  more  than  Jeff
 realizes.. but I really don't do it other than.. well.. guess?"

 "Make you bladder as full as possible!" I boasted.

 "Damn right, dude! Cause a fucken flood! Just think if all THREE of
 us  did that..  laid out  on  the  back porch  late.. next  to each
 other.. all that damn warm.. Ooo! I can't stand it, it's driving my
 dick crazy! Look at it!"

 Ricky had  on pastel shorts and  they were so far  out in front now
 that they  were drawing up on  him. I looked down  his stomach; the
 boner  was so  big that  it  stretched  the elastic  clear off  his
 stomach in  front and a person  had a clear view  of the boner down
 that line. "Damn!" uttered Ralph. "That is fucken killer.."

 "Wait a second," said Ricky. "Just one... second.."

 We stood there, I was in awe wondering what was happening.

 "There. Now, my dick is absolutely as hard as it can get." I looked
 again. There was about another quarter inch of elastic sticking out
 now than there was before it  settled down, or should I say settled
 up? There..  now you could  tell right where  his piss slit  was in
 front because it  was slightly starting to pre-cum  and moisten the
 shorts. There was a Quick Thrift just  up the road; I left the pair
 as they were and got a sixpack.  When I came back, they had all the
 lights out  and were stretched out  in the dark on  the back porch,
 nude.

 "Come on out,  Jason.." called Ricky. As I did,  I locked the front
 door to the room.

 I removed all my clothing now. Ricky reached over and felt my dick.
 "Damn Ralph, Jason's hard too..."

 "Does that make three of us?"

 "Yeah it does," he informed me. "And uh.. I gotta pee now.. but I'm
 just gonna hold it and add to it.."

 "What?"

 "Yeah, I  hadda pee since  like half an  hour ago. I  can't wait to
 down some of this," he said. "If you want a flood, you're gonna get
 one, if only from my dick alone, mister!"

 Shit. He was "Mister Urination."

 As they both sipped  along on a can each of beer  now, I eased down
 and  clamped  my  mouth  around  Ricky's  tool,  slowly. "Mmmm," he
 moaned. "That feels wonderful.."

 I pulled off occasionally, not really in a hurry to get him to cum,
 sipping  my own  beer along.  I had  to admit  I had  to pee just a
 little  even now--  and Ralph  did too.  After all,  none of us had
 pee'd  since we  were together  in the  bathroom. "Hell, I wouldn't
 care  if someone  were around   watching me  everytime I  pee'd," I
 commented.

 "Heh, I know  the feeling," said Ricky. "It  really sounds wild and
 feels good to know there's someone over your shoulder, loving every
 drop of the yellow stuff coming out as much as you do.."

 "Ricky, do you get hornier the more you pee at a time?"

 "Hell yeah!  You better believe  it.. sometimes I  start getting so
 hard halfway through that I can't get  it all out. Then, like a few
 minutes later after  I get off and someone else  goes at it, I piss
 like a motherfucker. Damn, I love thinking about it!"

 "You're not alone.."

 "I know."

 Ralph was flipped over, butt in  the air now, cutting farts. He was
 straining,  but he  was producing  one about  every eight  seconds.
 Interesting; there had been some kids  in Devereux when I was there
 that would get  on beds and do that  shit. It turned me on,  not by
 the  smell,  oh  God,  no  way,  but  by  the fact that someone was
 actually  doing it  - and  doing it  in succession.  I reached down
 there  to find  that in  doing this,  Ralph had  developed a raging
 hardon himself and was in fact, pre-cumming.

 "Ralph, that's wild, dude," Ricky  said, slithering over toward his
 butt. He took a whiff, then another. "Amazing.."

 "What?" I commented.

 "Those are odorless farts."

 "Are you sure you're just not so used to the smell?"

 "Absolutely. Take  a whiff," and Ralph  cut another fart just  as I
 bent  over and  he started  giggling. His  head was  resting on his
 folded arms  on the floor of  the porch. Damn.. he  was right, they
 WERE  odorless farts!  But they   were loud  enough that  you could
 certainly tell they were being cut...

 Ricky snaked Ralph along the asscrack a few times.

 "Cool!" Ralph commented. "That feels good."

 "Yeah? I could do this for half an hour.."

 Well,  still he  did it  to him  for several  minutes, Ricky's warm
 saliva feeling wonderful  to Ralph's butt, sticking up  in the air,
 as snake after snake of it dotted it's way down the crack. As Ricky
 pulled away, I  rubbed his stomach. He laid back  down on his back.
 "Oh, such  a cute little tummy,"  I said. "So fucking  cute. What a
 little boy's tummy.."

 "Yeahhh!" Ricky said in a high-pitched voice. You could tell he was
 in ecstacy and was eating it up.

 Ricky  and Ralph  chunked their  beer cans  towards the glass door;
 empty.  Mine  was  about  three-fourths  empty.  Ricky  reached for
 another.  Hell, -I-  wasn't going   to stop  him; I  was interested
 highly in  just how much  pee he was  going to put  out. I wanted a
 lake as much as he did. That thought in mind, I guzzled the rest of
 mine and started on MY  second. Ralph, while slower, eventually got
 a second. This would be the end of the sixpack.

 "Ricky, if you want more liquid, you'll have to drink Cokes.."

 "Yeah," he  said, forcing the can  down as quickly as  he could. "I
 might have to do that. But damn, it's already comin' down on me.. I
 may just let what I got trickle down and let that be it.. I'm kinda
 full.."

 "Yeah, you  don't wanna burst,"  Ralph threw in,  guzzling his beer
 and letting me feel around his hot  ass. Ralph sat in my lap now as
 he drank. I  spread my legs and he was  sitting with all his weight
 on my right  leg. I pulled my legs  open a little as he  felt of my
 dick. I  put my finger slowly  into his asshole now;  having him on
 the one leg had made it very accessible. I stuck it all the way in,
 and was very careful with it, moving it around SLOWLY.

 "How... does  that feel?" I  said, running my  other hand over  his
 stomach lightly.

 "Damn! Damn! Shit! I love it!"

 He kissed  me on the  nose. I rubbed  it a little  in there where I
 thought his  prostrate was; his  dick was so  hard now that  it was
 about to explode.  I grabbed his balls now  lightly, and felt them.
 He kissed me again. "Fuck, Jason.. you are un-fucking-real."

 I could tell that he never could  have imagined that someone my age
 would be so into the same stuff he was. And into getting off on his
 body!

 We lay  around talking about  various things, like  stars and dicks
 (we could talk about THAT much variance!) for several minutes.

 "I get the feeling that this  little boy is really going to wee-wee
 on me," I said to Ricky.

 "Yeah,"  he  acknowledged,  "these  little  boys  are  gonna create
 'Wee-Wee Lake'.. heh.."

 "Ralph, how you holding up?"

 "Well, I'm as  full as I've ever been, I  think, down there.. but I
 can wait longer..  I've done it before when  I yellowed about seven
 pairs of undies one day.."

 "Really?"

 "Yeah, dude I had  a lot of pee in me that day  too.. I did it, and
 then I was so tired that I laid  down and put them all across me to
 cool me off.. then I put them away and let them dry.."

 "Well, Jason," Ricky said about five  minutes later, "I can wait no
 longer. I'm bursting."  His dick was limp, he  shoulders were drawn
 back, and rather  than do it all at  once, we agreed to each  do it
 individually, at  different times. That  way we'd see  not only how
 much we pee'd total, but how much we could each put out.

 Then too,  as a sort  of measurement, we  had a five-gallon  bucket
 that we had marked off into measurements. We were going to each pee
 in there, and then stop the tub, and sit in there together and play
 in  it a  little. It  was my  fantasy, Ricky's  fantasy, and now as
 Ralph had become more "open", his fantasy too.

 Ricky had  a slow-starting stream, because  he was so full  and his
 bladder was pushing so hard to get it out. "I'll put out what I can
 now,"  he said,  "then when  you guys  get done,  we might can take
 another round,  see because our  bladders will be  more relaxed and
 can force  out what they  can't now. This  will be MOST  of it, but
 there's  always a  lot that  can't  quite  make it  because of  the
 strain..."

 He pissed quite well but quite slowly, forcing out a good couple of
 quarts or so. "Have more?" I asked.

 "Yeah, I do,"  he responded. "A good bit. This  is the most I think
 I've ever had."

 Ralph went  next. It was neat,  seeing him point his  little dickie
 like  that, pissing  in the   bucket. Everyone  was smiling  and it
 caused him  to get a  little hard, but  he soon lost  it because he
 knew he  was determined to  pee, and  pee  he did. He  nearly had a
 couple quarts of his own! When I got through with my pass, we had a
 little over a  gallon. In about three minutes,  we all went another
 round after our  bladders settled down from the  fullness that they
 were at before. Ricky easily produced another pint; Ralph not quite
 that much. I too put out  about another pint. Damn; nearly a gallon
 and  a half.  Ricky looked  at me  as he  got near  the bucket  and
 allowed some final drops and rushes of piss to come out of his dick
 into the bucket. "Jason," he said, "we done damn good, man..."

 Ralph looked  and smelled at  it. He looked  at us as  though Santa
 Claus had just  come and brought him everything he  had on his wish
 list. Perhaps he had.

 Ricky and I  carefully carried the bucket into  the bathroom; Ralph
 still had a little  pee to add and he did -  it wasn't much though.
 Ricky rinsed out  the tub, took a towel and  towelled it dry. "Best
 we don't  mix any water with  this we can help,"  he uttered, and I
 agreed. There-  it was clean  and dry- and  now it was  stopped up.
 Ralph dipped his hands into the liquid.

 "Oh, it's still so nice and warm!" he exclaimed, hard as a rock and
 thick as  a brick. He  smeared it  on  his face and  penis. "God it
 smells so good!"

 "Ooo!" said Ricky.

 "Okay," I said, "this is where I take over. You two get in the tub,
 sit in each other's laps. I'll pour this shit on you."

 They sat  in the back of  the tub, Ralph sat  on Ricky's hard dick,
 allowing  it to  enter him.  "Ooo," I  said. "What  a sight!"  They
 giggled.  I began  poaring the  pee on  Ralph's stomach, letting it
 trickle down to his groin. "Cold?" I asked.

 "No, not really.. still kinda warm.  We really heated it up, didn't
 we?"  Ralph leaned  forward and  I got  some on  Ricky's stomach. I
 splashed some  on his face  and he licked  around with his  tongue.
 "Good shit,"  he said. "Don't  be afraid to  pour it in  our hair,"
 Ricky said. "After all, there IS such a thing as shampoo..."

 I did. There was  about a third left of what  we had pissed. "Do me
 now," I said  to Ricky as he got  out - Ralph eased off  his dick -
 and he moved to the front of the tub as I stepped in and handed him
 the bucket. He got me wet.. real wet.

 Then he finished  soaking Ralph, and I poured  what little was left
 back on Ricky. That  was it.. it was all on us  and all in the tub.
 There was room for us to all  three sit in there... folded up - but
 that was just  barely. It was high enough, with  the three of us in
 there, to cover our balls and the bases of our dicks. We took turns
 pulling  some  out  of  the  tub  with  our  hands  and washing our
 stomachs, backs, etc. Ricky made a statement to seal a pact.

 "As  we share  our pee  together like  this, so  shall we share our
 lives from  now until we  drop out  of  this life and  head for the
 next."

 Soon, the pee was warm. Our buttocks in the tub were really heating
 it fast to body temperature. We were steaming, kissing, loving each
 other in the  tub. Altogether we spent at least  a half hour in the
 pee, loving  it all. Ralph cut  another fart; it was  neat- it made
 the pee  bubble a little around  his balls and it  just stayed that
 way a few minutes. Everyone looked so slicky, so sparkly.. with the
 liquid  all over  their bodies.  We spent  time just  admiring each
 other. I stroked Ricky's cock a few times; he put out a little more
 pee as  he was now  definitely drained. It  wasn't more than  a few
 drops.

 Ralph  came, he  had been  slowly musing  his dick-  but we weren't
 expecting him to cum so soon,  and he claimed he didn't either. The
 long,  slow  wad  dribbled  down  and  nestled  itself in the piss,
 floating on top. Ricky took that particular handful in his hand and
 smeared it across my chest. "May  you remain a little boy forever,"
 he dubbed.

 Now, everyone's fingers  were wrinkled from a long  exposure to the
 liquid. I got an ear syringe and gave the boys a long enema.. Ricky
 held more pee  than Ralph and I combined. Then  we shit it all back
 out, getting  some on each  other in fun.  Ricky could squeeze  his
 buttcheeks in  some manner so that  he only shit out  a thin steady
 stream- a LONG  thin steady stream. He "pissed" it  all over me and
 Ralph that way.

 "Fill me up  one more time," he pleaded.  I did. Panting, straining
 and  red in  the face,  he repeated  his act.  He laughed  a filthy
 laugh. "God am I such a faggot! HaHaHaHaHaHa! So wicked, too!"

 I hugged  him so  tight when  he was  through that  I thought I was
 going to choke the air right out of him.

 We cleaned up the tub and  then ourselves. It was already just past
 midnight, and we needed some rest.