SUMMER DAY

                              PART III

 We stopped at  the Welcome Center and pee'd  again, of course Ricky
 didn't have  to pee. We  left and  I  got shotgun so  I could watch
 Ricky. No problem! He was just as  good as the rest, as good as me!
 He was  good at sex,  why shouldn't he  be good with  driving? "How
 long can I take 'er?"

 "Just til we stop for lunch.."

 "Okay, sure!"

 And  that didn't  take long  either. We  were all  about ready  for
 lunch, so he drove maybe 21 or so miles until he pulled us off I-75
 at a McDonald's.

 We needed to be thinking about where we were going. I thought about
 Satellite  Beach. Greg  mentioned  Panama  City, naah,  that didn't
 sound so good.

 "How about...  Saint Pete?" Ricky suggested.  "I've heard a helluva
 lot about that place  and I did some reading up on  it not too long
 ago... it's right there by the water too..."

 "Yeah, but.. that's awful close to  Tampa," I said. "I was thinking
 of avoiding Tampa. Hell, how about we  just stay on 75 til it ends?
 It ends  in Tampa, and  we can hop  over to St.  Pete and check  it
 out."

 I wasn't too sold on Satellite Beach anyway. East or West coastline
 didn't  matter; I  knew most  of your  hurricanes came  in from the
 Eastern seaboard anyway, but it was  bad on either one in an actual
 hurricane.

 The gang seemed  to favor what I had chosen,  we'd try St. Pete and
 then if it didn't work out, we'd go somewhere else.

 The main reason I didn't let  Ricky drive anymore right away and he
 agreed; he was a horny little  motherfucker and if he got too horny
 behind  the wheel,  he could  still concentrate,  but he'd  lose it
 every  few  minutes  thinking  about  cock.  No  doubt he'd have no
 problems behind the wheel, he just  knew he'd be happier NOT behind
 it so much.  Paul took the wheel with Jeff  on down the interstate.
 Ricky suddenly wanted to wear  Ralph's pee-coated briefs; they were
 careful not to drip much on the plush carpeting in the van as Ralph
 inched  out of  them and  handed them  to Ricky,  Ricky asking if I
 wanted  a whiff  before he  put them  on. I  did, and  it was great
 stuff. The longer  they stayed wet, the better  they smelled. Hah..
 and to think  the original pee that coated  those things were miles
 and miles back down the road. Mmm, mmm, mmm. What were the proposed
 buyers going to think when they walked into that house?

 "Probably shit a brick," Ricky said.

 "Yeah,  yeah, they're  probably shit-lovers,"  Ralph added,  "worse
 off'n we  are." Ricky gave Ralph  a cold stare. "Yeah,  but uh.. we
 love it don't we, Ralph?" "Most  definitely. Y' know Ricky, I'll be
 damned  if I  go to  school down  here.." "Well,  I want  you to be
 educated," I  said, "but I'll be  damned if you do  either. I was a
 problem child  myself- I never  did homework, I  got a lot  of F's,
 etc., didn't pay  attention in class... hell, I  was a closet case.
 Bad thing about  it was, I didn't take advantage  of moments that a
 gay guy should've taken advantage of either.

 "So, I  led sort of  a double-edged childhood,"  I continued, "just
 warming a  seat as the  teachers said. So,  my parents put  me in a
 nice $1050.00 a month private school, five days a week. I was 15 at
 the time."

 "See any cock," Ricky persuaded.

 "Lots. But most  of it wasn't for sale. You  know there were only a
 couple times when  I really got some head.  That makes me thirstier
 for it today."

 "Hell, you know we'll give you some head!" Ralph yelled. "You don't
 even have to  ask, just LOOK like you WANT  some! I'll call out the
 infantry!" Ralph unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.

 "Hah.. THAT'S the INFANTRY?" Ricky said.

 Ricky pulled out his ten.

 "THIS..... THIS is the FUCKIN' INFANTRY."

 Ralph massaged  my shoulders and  back. Ricky caressed  my chest. I
 was laying  in the back  on the "bed"  that was made  by the folded
 seats..  damn, if  I'd have  thought to  steal a  mattress... but I
 think this was soft enough to do the job. If worst came to worst or
 push came  to shove, we could  sleep in the van  tonight. I knew we
 had the  space. We had two  more seats we could  fold down, and the
 two front seats would recline fully.

 "That's what  I meant by  you guys stories  not being so  different
 from mine. At  least hell, you guys were smart  enough to know what
 you wanted  from the very beginning,  and yes, Ralph, Ricky,  it IS
 very worth getting kicked out of school for. It's like a job I once
 had- I actually  tricked myself into believing there  WERE no other
 jobs, that this was the only one, and that I was going to stay with
 it and love it.

 "What kinda job was it," Marty asked, leaning over the seats.

 "Fast food," I responded.

 "That'll do it to ya," Greg  yelled from two seats ahead. "I worked
 at an Arby's  once for about a month.. it  sucked to say the least.
 Where'd you work?"

 "Krystal."

 "Yeah, same shit, different horse," he retorted.

 "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ricky was dying of  laughter again. I tugged on
 his pecker.  Marty joined us in  the back, there was  barely enough
 room to squeeze in.

 "PAUL!"

 "Yeah..."

 "Where are we now?!"

 "Close to uh, uh... I-10. We just passed it about 5 miles ago."

 "Okay."

 "Hey guys!" Greg yelled.

 "What?"

 "Look out  the right side  - there's these  two guys in  this other
 car, messing around!"

 Yep,  one was  driving and  the other  one was  under the  steering
 wheel, sucking  him off. The  only way  WE  were able to  see it is
 because  we were  up higher.  "Fall back,  let's see  where they're
 from," I told Paul. He did. They were from Gwinnett County, GA!

 We zipped back up to the car, we could see the driver's dick really
 good. The guy was  getting over in a far right lane  to turn off an
 exit ramp that was three-fourths of a mile ahead.

 "Karl? Should we?" Paul asked.

 I thought they all  might be hot for trying  to follow through with
 it. I got opinions, votes as Paul inched into the other lane behind
 the car. Suddenly,  everyone said "no, no..." they  didn't think it
 was a good idea..

 We  declined. Majority  ruled, I   wasn't actually  in favor  of it
 either. We were a family; these could have been a couple of drunks.
 The Frasers part of the family,  while they might be a little crazy
 when it came to sex, were very  serious when it came to people that
 might invade their turf for their  personal gain. I wasn't GOING to
 be a  member of the  family originally when  we first met;  several
 things came into play where that was concerned, the fact that I hit
 it off so well within the  limits of their acceptability. I enjoyed
 being with the guys, regardless of their age was another factor. If
 Ricky -thought- he  was gay and wasn't as  active sexually with the
 guys, even then  it might have been a different  story. Like I said
 though, since they all knew  what direction they were going without
 question, I did so also without question.

 Ralph would  have actually been  in that situation,  of not knowing
 which way to turn, fighting, scratching and clawing his way through
 heterosexuality even in  light of being hit with  that apple in the
 lunchroom by that girl, if  Ricky hadn't played Ralph's "right hand
 man" and  pulled him away from  that world the day  he got the shit
 fucked out  of him. So, it  was as in Greg's  words, Ricky that was
 his coach all along.

 Ricky's earliest  gay memory was  at age eight.  A boy his  age had
 walked out  of a stall in  the school restroom with  his pants down
 and his dick  sticking out. Ricky, being young,  aggressive and not
 knowing what to do in such a situation, patted the boys dick on the
 head softly. Feeling it's stiffness and the other boy not moving an
 inch, Ricky felt it. It felt good  and he had remembered he had one
 just like it. It had looked that way when he woke up every morning.

 "That felt good," said the boy.  "Do it again." That was when Ricky
 and the  other boy realized that  stroking it made it  feel better,
 Ricky  did his  that way  that night  at home  and was,  to say the
 least, pleased with the outcome. It was obvious to me as well as to
 the rest of the "gang" that  this family was plenty large, and with
 the  way the  situations now  existed financially  and emotionally,
 that  it would  add no  more members  to its  roll call.  Being the
 oldest, having a  straight brother of 27 married  with two children
 and  a generation  filled with  Bible-slammers, it  was good to get
 away from those  pressures both physically and mentally.  Now I was
 living life as  I had only drempt. It  was now 3:30 pm and  we were
 covering  a lot  of ground.  I had  taken the  wheel again after we
 stopped for  another piss. The fact  that I had total  and complete
 trust  and  faith  in  these  guys'  behavior  and no one-upmanship
 attitudes  was  actually  paying   off  and  everything  was  going
 according to  plan. "You know  I wouldn't piss  on the van,"  Ricky
 swore. "I  never even pissed in  Jeff's car when he  had it, and it
 was a piece of....."

 "Thanks, thanks a lot, Richard  Fraser! You -WILL- get yours!" Jeff
 laughed.

 "But he is  right," Jeff assured me. "We are  as reasonable when it
 comes to sex  as we are at anything else--  to an extent, Karl. You
 would have to literally be crazy to piss in a vehicle like this and
 ruin it. That's why we had a specific room in the house- we thought
 we'd be  there a while, obviously,  and when mom WAS  going to come
 home,  we'd have  that back  room spic  and span.  Fuck it  now..."
 "Obviously... you know though, heh.." I said.

 "What's that," Jeff asked.

 "Wouldn't it be  wild if we got down  there, got unpacked somewhere
 and everything and.. hahaha.. your mom managed to TRACK US DOWN.."

 "Hahaha.. yeah, she is a wolf  in sheep's clothing," Jeff said. "To
 be honest it wouldn't surprise me a bit. Ricky?"

 "Huh?"

 "You ever say  something to mom or dad about  ever wanting to go to
 St. Pete?"

 "Never. I know I didn't."

 "Good.  If you  did, since  that seems  to be  where we're going...
 grrr..."

 "You know me, Jeff. If I  would've, I'd remember it from doing that
 book report.

 I'd say  'yes' and then we  could go to another  town. Mom probably
 has no idea that we even PICKED Florida..."

 "Yeah,  I bet.."  Jeff continued.  "I said  something about  Kansas
 once. Maybe.. if she suddenly got  sorry and decided to take it all
 back... heh heh.. that'd be where she'd look first."

 Jeff had even called the phone company last night and had the phone
 disconnected. If  mom was going  to be mean  to them, they  sure as
 hell were  going to be mean  back. In fact, he  had also popped all
 the circuit breakers  in the breaker box off,  just to fool people.
 Heh.. dunno  why he stopped short  of just torching the  place. But
 none of the members of this family were violent.

 Ricky's  traffic ticket  that day  he was  looking at the shirtless
 youth with the bicycle was  the extreme of the Fraser's involvement
 with the police. This group reminded me of the type of families and
 groups reminiscent of the 60's movement. I told Jeff, he agreed. In
 fact he, like I, was very fond of Jimi Hendrix and the attitudes of
 the era. So it was very indicative in his actions and statements.

 "Damn,"  Ricky said,  "I want  to grow  my hair  long, longer  than
 Jeff's, down to my shoulders.."

 "I don't see why you can't," I responded.

 "Because dad  wouldn't let him,"  Marty reacted. "He  was on Jeff's
 case all the time too, but the  only reason he let him wear it that
 way was  because he was  older, more rebellious,  and threatened to
 leave the house."

 "Mom  got  furious  with  dad  after  that,"  Jeff  picked up, "and
 demanded he  shut up about  it. Hey,  it  was okay for  me, but not
 Ricky! Since Ricky  was underage, he had to  have it nearly fucking
 military short."

 There was a tear in Ricky's eye. All this conversation was starting
 to work on  his memory banks. Jeff, Greg and  Paul tried to comfort
 him, it  wasn't enough; he had  been buried DEEP in  a memory since
 the  conversation  started,  thinking  about  how  it was before...
 before they  found out dad was  gay. The whippings they  would get-
 and for what?  I pulled over, we were almost  to Lake City, Florida
 by then but we needed some fries or something anyway. Ricky started
 sniffling then as we pulled into a Dairy Queen and I stopped in the
 parking  lot.  I  went  back  and  let  myself  be like a temporary
 father/mother/brother  to Rick.  I hugged  him, kissed  him softly,
 rubbed his back, all the time sporting him about what a good kid he
 was, how  he was such a  good role model, etc.,  etc., building his
 ego about as high as the Empire State Building. He cheered up soon;
 that was when it was more obvious to me that he needed pampering as
 much  as I  did. Moreso  to Jeff  though than  anyone else, who was
 going to  live up to  his promises in  the future to  Ricky without
 question. Since we really didn't need to stop, we just went through
 the drive-thru for  our food and ended up  with four cheeseburgers,
 five large fries, one chocolate shake  and we got some Cokes out of
 our cooler in the back of the van.

 Time passed, and so did the miles. It was nine p.m. and we were all
 getting restless.  Just to the southside  of Gainesville, we pulled
 off. Everyone though "to hell with a motel, let's just try out this
 van and see how it sleeps," which turned out to be better. We found
 an  old  dirt  road  which  led  beside  a  stream not far from the
 interstate. There  were some 69's  and other activities  that night
 since we  weren't exactly all  free to fuck,  except for Ricky  who
 drug Ralph outside close to the stream and.. fucked him. Then Ralph
 fucked Ricky! What a show! They loved it.. and it was wild being so
 close to nature.  Hell, who needed to be pinned  up in an old motel
 room when  this was more  comfortable, not to  mention cheaper?! We
 stayed  in  69'ing  positions  all  night,  even  though  the  69's
 themselves  had subsided  early.. the  road had  taken it's toll on
 each of us, and by 10:30 we were all dead to the world.

 A loud tractor nearby and the smell of a paper mill awoke us early.
 Florida was  known for it's  paper mills, and...  this town was  no
 exception. It  was just after  eight, and for  some reason my  body
 tended to want to roll into Ricky's, to my left. About that time, I
 heard an  "oh shit" from outside  the van, slid into  clothing, got
 out, looked. The  right rear tire was as flat  as a pancake. We all
 stood there,  dumbfounded for about twenty  seconds, as dumbfounded
 as I was for those seconds  when Jeff originally asked me "Now that
 I've  seen yours,  wanna see  mine," back  in Smyrna, Ga. Seemingly
 half a world away now.

 We got out the spare and put  it on, using the jacks and lug wrench
 and all the tools... there was  an Amoco station not far from here,
 Ricky mentioned that when we took  the road last night. If we could
 just make  it that far..  Five miles and  an American Express  card
 later, we  were face to  face with a  young, bright mechanic  named
 Dennis. Dennis looked all of eighteen,  but as we learned later, he
 was 23. "Aww, simple nail puncture,"  he muttered. "Have 'er set to
 roll on in... fifteen, twenty minutes tops. Say, how you folks like
 the 'Sunshine State'?"

 "Pretty well," I said. "Just glad you were here to fix us up."

 "Yeah, me too," said Dennis, noticing Ricky's all-too obvious boner
 present in  his Jams, and smiling  at Ricky. Ricky smiled  back. In
 the  bright  sunshine,  Ricky's  freckled  face  was  a little more
 prominent.  At  10,  Ricky's  freckles  had  dominated  his  facial
 features. Now,  though they were  there, they were  fading a little
 but, nonetheless, noticeable.

 "We aim to  please here," Dennis said. Why did  I seem to take that
 the  WRONG way?  Heh.. human   nature I  guess. Ralph  was standing
 beside Ricky now, all of us  in the payment office, and this caused
 Dennis to raise an eyebrow. I began to suspect Dennis might be gay.

 A man named Jackson Dewberry, a chubby  black man, took the tire to
 the alignment area from Dennis and began  to work on it. Jeff got a
 Coke out  of the cooler as  Paul, Greg and Marty  seemed to form an
 invisible barrier between Dennis, Ricky  and Ralph in case he tried
 to start something.  About that time, a young  sort walked into the
 office from the garage. He  was definitely under eighteen, probably
 under sixteen.  Thirteen? Fourteen? Maybe.  Looked a little  taller
 than Ralph  though. "Dad," the  boy said, looking  at Dennis, "what
 time you goin' to lunch?"

 "Probably about 12:30, why?"

 "Well, I wanted to try that new rest..au...rant..."

 He sounded it out slowly, by  syllables as his eyes floated over to
 Ricky and  then down to  his groin area.  He cringed in  his stance
 slightly, knowing in the back of his own mind that his own cock had
 begun to  rise in his  briefs after seeing  Ricky, and even  moreso
 after  seeing Ralph  in a  similar state.  He wanted  his father to
 silence now; he didn't care if his father didn't say anything else,
 and also in that same moment he  didn't give a shit WHAT he did for
 lunch.

 "You okay, Danny," Dennis said.

 "Yyyyeah, fine dad, thanks anyway."

 He turned  on his heel  and walked away.  The guy was  very neat in
 appearance, he had  worn a light blue Ocean  Pacific T-shirt, jeans
 and new Reebok Hi-Tops. He may have missed something, but Ricky had
 picked up  the information presented to  him very clearly as  did I
 and the other  brothers. Appearing casual, he and  Ralph dunked out
 the front door, acting like they  were going to the van. They faded
 out  of sight,  then eased  around  to  the side  of the  building,
 wondering if Superkid, otherwise known  as Danny, would pick up the
 scent and follow the trail.

 "Boys will be  boys," said Dennis and picked up  the latest copy of
 the Tampa  newspaper and thumbed  through it as  we sat comfortably
 listening  to a  local radio  station and  eating Planter's peanuts
 that we got  from a machine. Knowing what might  be about to happen
 outside.

 As if  they had thrown  out a  trail  of bread crumbs  for Danny to
 follow, he located the pair on  the side of the building. Ricky had
 already thought of a tactic to use  to.. maybe get this guy to open
 up if.. he had to.

 Danny was quick to introduce himself.

 "Hi, I'm Danny."

 "Hey Danny, I'm Ricky and this is my brother, Ralph."

 "Nice ta meecha," Ralph threw in.

 "You  know, there's  something  kinda  outstanding about  you two,"
 Danny said.  "Oh, really?" Ricky  played 'dumb' and  Ralph tried to
 hold back a snicker.

 "I've got six thats just about to explode," Danny remarked, stating
 the obvious.

 "I see," Ricky jeered. "Are the beers on ice, and what brand?"

 Ralph's laughter could hold back no longer.

 Ricky didn't really want Danny's peter  on a silver platter; he was
 a brother and  he was doing the  brotherly thing. By this  time the
 tire was back  in place on the van, inflated  and ready to roll. In
 fact the  rest of us had  already paid the man  and were waiting on
 Ricky, declining to blow the horn for fear they might be having fun
 and not  wanting to interrupt  it. Damn, $20  for that SIMPLE  SHIT
 REPAIR! CHRIST!  Oh well, as long  as we could roll  on it. Danny's
 rise had begun to go down and  he was starting to feel used. Before
 the whole thing was over, Ricky  and Ralph were running to the van,
 Danny was  throwing rocks at them  and yelling, "faggots! Faggots!"
 Surprised to see  us ready to go, they slammed  the side door and I
 took off  down the highway  doing 55, hearing  the slight sound  of
 pebbles hitting the rear fender.

 "I  won't  ask  what  that  was  all  about,"  I  said,  trying  to
 subliminally request what it WAS about in the same sentence.

 "The guy was a fag," Ricky said, "but I wasn't about to do anything
 with  him because  I love  you guys  too much  to do  that.. I love
 Ralphy too much,"  he said, drawing Ralph near  and kissing him all
 over the  face. Ricky was  a true  brother  and well on  the way to
 being a true lover as well.

 It soon became a three, then  a four-man hug as Ralph, Ricky, Marty
 and Paul  drew close to  each other and  reaffirmed their brotherly
 love for each other. It was wild  to be a member of this family, To
 suddenly have  total faith in  other people who  thought the way  I
 thought, it only  seemed to draw us closer. There  was never a time
 when I thought that any of us were ashamed or angry that any person
 did anything in particular; if Ricky asked Jeff for $50 I know that
 Jeff would ask  that Ricky first try to earn  it, but if his little
 brother  wanted it  BADLY, or  needed it  for something  right away
 rather than for  something that both he and Ricky  knew he could do
 without, he  would give it to  him in a heartbeat.  But then, Ricky
 was  the  kind  of  guy   that  wasn't  as  interested  in  worldly
 merchandise as he was human touch. He had been raised on it and had
 to have it. Me, I was raised with  none of it from the same sex and
 now I was  in heaven everytime any of these  guys even held my hand
 to say nothing of kissing or hugging me. Right now, Ralph and Ricky
 were sitting right there on that seat right behind me, and they had
 been kissing deeply now for over  10 minutes, this might even go on
 for an hour. Damn, if they were  only able to get married.. even at
 their age.  It proved to  me that  there  are no age  bounds to gay
 love, that  I had wondered about  for so long.Ricky and  Ralph were
 about to make  me swerve and I needed to  watch the road, but these
 two were  soooo into it.  They seemed to  have a relationship  that
 most twenty-  and thirty-year-olds envious.  Maybe even jealous.  I
 wasn't jealous, I  had all my brothers to love,  and Ricky loved me
 too, I  knew as much  as he  loved  Ralph. But of  course, he would
 probably want to demonstrate his  feelings more TO Ralph since they
 were both about the same age.

 There. I was 25  miles from Ocala, and at Ocala I  was going to let
 Marty take  it as he  hadn't had a  turn. That was  the good thing,
 there were  enough family members so  that I really didn't  have to
 drive AT ALL, but I did because  hell, I didn't want to be selfish!
 That's only common  sense! Now, Marty had his dick  out, and it was
 dribbling  cum  from  watching  Ralph  and  Ricky.  He  hadn't been
 stroking it, I don't think;  he had just been watching, pre-cumming
 and kissing Paul  and Greg. He didn't play with  it for long before
 he was sending his juices, from one seat behind them, all over them
 and even clipping  me once or twice in the  back of the neck. Ricky
 got some on  his bare shoulder, which he wanted  to tan when we got
 destinated, as  Ralph licked Marty's  cum off. Then  Ralph couldn't
 CONTROL that tongue  as he let it go all  over Ricky's arm. Then he
 went under Ricky's armpits and licked,  now that he knew what sweat
 was all about and how hot it  had made him the other day, he wanted
 more and  Ricky had it.  Ricky had a  high metabolism rate;  he was
 almost always sweating and he loved to feel sweat roll off his dick
 and balls. Ricky had played softball in the seventh grade; he loved
 this one  boy his age that  used to go around  without a shirt when
 they'd play in  the warmer months. The boy would  be so tan that it
 intimidated Ricky to  do the same thing. Ricky  still held that tan
 vaguely, but it was starting to disappear.

 There.. Marty took the wheel and we  were again on our way. I began
 to feel exactly what I was talking about at the start of the trip -
 the  agony  of  being  behind  the  wheel  and  not  being  able to
 participate in sex games. Paul was a little sleepy- he flipped on a
 little color  pocket watchman TV to  see if he could  get anything.
 "Jacksonville has some stations," I  told him, "and I think there's
 at least one in Gainesville too. Can't remember."

 That caught Ricky's attention, quick.

 "Remember? You were here before?"

 "Heh heh..  well I had  relatives in Palatka,  didn't make it  down
 here that often. But when I did, I got a lay of the land..."

 "I dig," Ricky said.

 I sat and thought about the  present situation. I'd better, since I
 was the one  in charge. Up to now, I'd  pretty much gone along with
 everything - but there were some bridges that we were going to have
 to cross  soon - and  I don't mean  the ones in  the roadway. Ralph
 didn't want to go to school. Gads, that was understandable. I -did-
 want the  guys to be educated,  but if they didn't  want to be, and
 felt they  were ready for the  world, fine, I wasn't  going to push
 it.

 As long  as they didn't  look back on  it a few  years from now and
 say, "that simple  shit! Why didn't he make me  go to school? Now I
 can't get  the job I wanted,  that asshole Karl!" But  if I did put
 the heat on,  it'd be, "damn, he's worse than  dad was! I wish he'd
 leave or Greg  would kick him out!" I could  sketch the whole thing
 out in  my mind's eye  and it couldn't  be plainer. Fuck  it, I was
 going to let them do what they  wanted- they had been kicked out of
 Cobb County  Schools once already; if  they did try to  enroll down
 here  they'd want  transfer records,  they'd find  out we  were all
 runaways or something and we'd ALL be shit out of luck, all because
 I was forcing them to go to school.

 And it was possible that Ralph's mother had just blown her cool and
 wanted her  son back in  custody so they  could make up,  hell, she
 could have an APB out for him right now. Shit, he could always fake
 his name  and dye his hair.  That would work, and  with the kind of
 protection we would be providing  for him... we felt invincible and
 there was  safety and strength in  numbers, especially numbers like
 us!

 "Ralph," I asked calmly.

 "Yeah, guy?"

 "If you had to, to fool people, would you fake your name and change
 your hair  color? I mean, if  we.. like, ever got  questioned about
 you intensely or something."

 "Damn  right! I'd  dye it  the color  of Jeff's  hair, too!  I like
 that!"  Jeff  blushed.  "Thanks  Ralph,  you  just  put me on cloud
 nine.."

 I moved over and  ran a window down beside Jeff  and sat beside him
 in the breeze. I ran my fingers  through his hair and he kissed me.
 Kissed me hard, deep, long. I liked it like that.

 "Ever surfed, Jeff?"

 "Nope, never. Don't think I'd want to, really. I like to watch guys
 that do. I have tried out Ricky's  skateboard though and I can do a
 few tricks on it.. I fuck up handplants everytime though."

 "Hey Ricky,"  I said, "that's  not a Tony  Hawk board you  have, is
 it?"

 "As a matter of fact it is, why?"

 "Cool! Are you a fan of Tony?"

 He said he was, and I slipped  back to one of my storage containers
 and pulled  out a book  he had never  seen before that  was full of
 shots of skaters on ramps, on sidewalks, and in the air. He flipped
 out. About that time, Ralph exposed  a Playgirl he had tucked away.
 He let me look at it. It was  okay, but after these last few days I
 was  more impressed  with what  I could  see, touch  and smell than
 something  I  could  only  see.  I  thumbed  through  it, and found
 something I had suspected a long  time.. a centerfold OF Tony Hawk,
 nude. Nude  and hard. No,  I didn't  know  he had done  this and it
 caught me  off guard. Woops..  what was this?  Marty was taking  an
 exit.

 Turned out we were again low on fuel. Jeff forced me to let him pay
 for it this time and I didn't argue the point. I was glad Marty was
 so conscientious about it or we  may have been pushing this heap to
 a gas station instead of driving to one!

 "You guys are fantastic," I kept insisting.

 I asked Ricky if  he had any Vision Street Wear.  He told me he did
 but just wore  it mainly while he was  skating; ordinarily he liked
 to wear as little clothing as possible.  It was like he knew that I
 really cared  about him too as  well as the other  boys. There were
 moments that I actually wondered if  these guys were so at one with
 me that they could read my mind.  It was obvious to me that I would
 never question their judgment anymore about anything, be it pissing
 on the van or whatever. These guys had been through as much hell as
 I had and that was our strongest common denominator when it came to
 our strong feelings.

 I mentioned that I doubted that Ricky would give a shit about going
 anywhere NEAR Disney World, even though he'd never been. I couldn't
 have been more right.

 Ralph was, oddly enough, due for  a birthday soon, July 20th. Cool,
 he'd  be fifteen,  not that  his age  was that  important. No,  his
 attitude  about gay  sex at  that  age  was exactly  what was  most
 important.

 By now what  was left of the piss on  Ralphy's underwear that Ricky
 was  wearing, was  really starting  to  reek  as I  knew it  would.
 "Yeah," I thought,  "now it really gets good."  I talked Ricky into
 slippin' out  of them and letting  me put them on  for a second, as
 with  Greg they  were at  least a  couple sizes  too small  and the
 elastic was  really stretching. God,  it was warm  where Ricky wore
 it.

 Now he was wearing nothing but his OP shirt and his Reeboks and his
 dick was showing  signs of expanding as far as  the elastic on this
 underwear. Ricky  had it so warm,  the pee so warm  from being worn
 that it  made me hot, physically  and sexually. I took  my hand and
 not being able to repress  myself, began carressing Ricky's leg. It
 was warm,  warm like the  sun and it  felt good. His  legs had only
 begun to  get a little  thick dark hair  on them, and  rubbing them
 felt good to  me. He stole my hand and  wrapped it around his tool.
 My hand in  his, he began to slide  it up and down on  his tool. He
 then slid toward the edge of the seat and I sucked him right there,
 as we were peeling down the highway.

 Ricky noted  that Ralph's underwear  was really starting  to really
 reek with ammonia  now. The pee had been in  the underwear a while,
 and while he did like the smell  and taste of fresh piss right from
 the spout,  this was becoming  putrid. He passed  it around to  get
 opinions on  it, everyone seemed to  be in favor of  chunking them.
 This was totally  acceptable to Ralph because Ricky  had talked him
 into going around  from now on without underwear  anyway; that just
 goes to show what an influence Ricky was on Ralph. Ralph even began
 to immitate alot of Ricky's movements and actions.

 By now I  was all relaxed and since  I had done so much  driving, I
 didn't plan  on doing any  more. I just  wanted to spend  MORE time
 with  the boys.  I instructed   all who  didn't already  have their
 clothes off to  take them off. Bang! Skin,  skin, skin. Everywhere.
 It was  beautiful. I looked  at Ricky's tool,  Ricky sitting beside
 me.. it was hard again. I whispered to Ralph to go get a ruler.

 I wasn't going to measure Ricky's dick,  I trusted that he had ten.
 I just wanted to ... gasp.. see how big that head was. It was huge.
 Ralph brought me  the ruler and I had told  Ricky what I was doing.
 "Measure  my  dick,  too,"  he  said,  "I  wanna  see if it's grown
 anymore!"

 I did and  it measured in right  at the 10" mark.  What a beautiful
 tool on  this kid.. the head  was about an inch  long, and the cock
 itself was pretty thick, at least as thick as my own. I didn't know
 they grew this  big... the wild thing was, he  knew exactly what to
 do with it too.

 "Are you sure there's no discrepancy?" Ricky asked.

 "No, 'fraid not... but you know what Ricky?"

 "What's that?"

 "Did you know if  you let pee set up in underwear  like that til it
 really reeks, then like rub it all over you, it'll give you prickly
 heat?"

 "Really Karl? Why?"

 "Dunno..  I  guess  it  kinda  dries  out  yer  skin  a  little  or
 something."

 "Yeah... I  like new pee better  anyway, it's more fun  to get with
 somebody, take  your spout and just  wave it all over  somebody til
 they're drenched," Ricky noted.

 "I second that!" Jeff yelled, excited.

 Ralph  had  been  fondling  his  pricklet  from  the time Ricky had
 chunked his  briefs out the window;  slowly at first but  then more
 vigorously as Ricky  started talking about waving pee  all over the
 place. Ralph  had always loved  to walk into  the boys restroom  at
 school, it was his favorite place because it reeked with pee. Ricky
 used  to  pee  in  the  floor  on  purpose  in  the  restroom. He'd
 "accidentally"  miss the  urinal for  the duration  of the  peeing.
 Ralph would come behind and breath it, not knowing at first that it
 was Ricky that was doing it!  The custodian of the school must have
 been his friend because everyday when Ricky came in that area would
 be so sticky,  smelly and good.. God knows how  thick of a layer of
 piss coated that floor where Ricky had  wet it daily and left it to
 dry.  It  was  probably  still  there  now.  Since  Ricky  had been
 infatuated with the smell of pee  since age eleven, he too had been
 hanging around  boys rooms. Not  just for the  pee, either. By  age
 twelve he had become a little persuasive of the other boys his age-
 he  seemed to  talk a  couple or  three of  them in  the boys  room
 into... leaving their weenies out,  following him into a stall, and
 letting him make them "feel good", which usually consisted of Ricky
 spitting  his  hand,  slowly   stroking  the  boy's  pricklet,  and
 occasionally, lightly  sucking it as  his next brother,  Marty, had
 shown him and done with him several times.

 At first Marty was paying Ricky for "hush-money", Ricky's dad was a
 big  influence  on  him  before  Ricky  was  really into sex games.
 Shortly thereafter, however, it was literally the other way around-
 Ricky began to beg Marty for  more, and offered to pay money, which
 Marty never accepted  because he was only too  happy to be sexually
 active with his brother.

 "I envision," I  told everyone on the van, "a  group of guys in the
 wilderness somewhere. They had walked for miles, naked with no fear
 of being without clothes. Now they were in a clearing, and they all
 circled up. After walking for miles, they had to piss very badly so
 they  all let  loose on  one another  and had  a hot fucking shower
 load! That's my fantasy."

 "It's ours,  too," Greg said. "We've  longed for that a  long time.
 That's why we'd given up and  settled on doing it in the house...no
 where else to go to do it and really enjoy it."

 We had been back on the  highway for about fifteen minutes now when
 we  heard the  siren. Pow-  Marty's foot  was off  the gas  and was
 making sure he was doing 50-52 in  a shot. Well, the patrol car was
 still  approaching, lights  and siren  blaring. He  must have  been
 making 80. Ahhhhh... phew... Zip! Right on past us.

 Oops, he had our LANE BLOCKED. He stopped us! What gives?

 Blood rushed to my head like I  was going to either explode or have
 a heart attack, soon. This shit wasn't for real. We all grabbed our
 shorts and threw them on. We were  about to be stopped. "End of the
 line," I thought.

 "Sir," the guy  said to Marty, "I'm afraid I'll  have to ask you to
 get  off the  interstate here  and take  a side  street. There's...
 well, there's a hostage situation  about three miles from here, and
 we're evacuating people. "I see,"

 Marty said. "We certainly will."

 "Had your radio on?"

 "Nnn-no sir..."

 "Well, he has a busload of  churchgoers.. apparently he is a member
 or something, just went crazy- he had brought a .45 calibur handgun
 on board... shot and killed one  woman because her baby wouldn't be
 quiet while he tried to sleep!"

 "That's terrible!"

 "Okay, be on your way now. This road will take you a little further
 south."

 "Much obliged officer..."

 The officer tipped his hat.

 In the back of his head, as the officer sped away he thought, "cute
 young guy. I wish my son looked that good..."

 Marty did  look good, too.  They all did,  very healthy and  with a
 tremendous  medical  history-  of  course,  they  had had the usual
 colds, flu, etc... but nothing  they couldn't overcome and for that
 they were  very lucky. I  had never had  anything really BAD  other
 than pneumonia, but I overcame it.  Ralph was in excellent shape as
 well.

 We took the  ramp off the interstate, we weren't  all that far from
 the Tampa/St. Pete area either. Actually  so far we had made pretty
 damn good timing,  and we were far enough away  from Smyrna that if
 Mrs. Fraser  came back she  would have no  idea where we  were-- we
 might as well  be stranded on some island in  the Pacific as far as
 she was concerned.

 We relaxed again and again removed all clothing.

 "God, Ricky," I  said, feeling his dick, "how did  you get so lucky
 and get such a big dick?"

 "I swear,  I have no  idea," Ricky said.  "If it were  my choice, I
 might  make it  a couple  inches shorter,  so people  could get the
 whole thing in their mouth..." Everyone laughed.

 I told everyone that we would press on, but maybe take our time the
 rest  of the  way; everyone  was certainly  feeling the  effects of
 getting down here  as fast as we had. We  all agreed that we'd take
 the last stretch of road a little less hastened- this might be even
 NECESSARY since we couldn't do 65 or  even 55 a lot of the way now,
 even though  perhaps we could  get back on  the interstate again  a
 little further  south; we'd cross that  bridge when we came  to it,
 literally.  Still  everyone  was  happy  that  I had even mentioned
 slowing down.

 Jeff  and the  others promised  me that  when we  got somewhere  to
 settle down a bit, they were going  to circle around me and turn on
 those fire hydrants, then they were going to jack off and shoot all
 their sperm  all over my  body after the  piss. It sounded  like it
 would be a show and I was sure that it would be.

 "Shit Ricky..." I said

 "What?"

 "Open that window."

 He did and I  chunked my briefs out. From now on  I wasn't going to
 wear underwear. I had thought about this and, until I worked 9 to 5
 Monday through Friday,  fuck it, I wasn't wearing  underwear and it
 was  going to  be that  simple. Ricky  had started  a better trend.
 "Lets people know when you're pre-cumming," Ricky added, and smiled
 like he had just been handed a million dollars.

 "Right," I added.

 Well,  me, an  older sort  having done  this, well,  the other guys
 suddenly  admitted that  they too  were through  wearing underwear-
 hell, when we got where we were  going it would probably be rare to
 wear clothing let alone underwear.

 When their parents were at home,  Ricky hated to put on his clothes
 to leave his room to join his parents; God knows he loved to admire
 his body  and to give  others the opportunity  to too.. of  course,
 everyone in this family liked to give the others a good skin show -
 it really helped  make them all see their common  bonds and to have
 incentive to let their sperm flow like honey.

 I forced Ricky,  Ralph and Marty  to the back  of the van  and made
 them lay spread-eagle  on their stomachs. I was  going to give them
 all a good  back massage among other things.  They were all looking
 forward to it.  Hell, I had them ALL  in the palm of my  hand and I
 knew it.  Ricky dominated me, but  still I held the  reins. "Ooooo!
 That  feels good  as shit!"  Ricky exclaimed  as I  rubbed his soft
 back. Got the  shoulders too. Then as I couldn't  resist, I took my
 index finger and carefully slid it into his asshole. "Ohhhh.. Karl!
 That feels sooooo good! Move it around a little..."

 I did. He was still pretty tight in there too..

 I gave Marty and Ralph equal treatment- I certainly wasn't about to
 be biased.

 To be nearly fifteen, Ralph had a huge set of balls. Even laying on
 his stomach like  that, they were very visible, and  he was not the
 least  bit hesitant  to let  me fondle  them. "Suck  my dick, Karl,
 please!" Ralph said.  The time had gone by so  fast and so much had
 happened that  I really didn't know  if I had even  sucked Ralph or
 not. I wanted to  of course, as much as he wanted  it. So he rolled
 over and  opened his legs.  Away I went.  This was incredible,  the
 whole time  just cruising down a  nice back country road.  This was
 okay, we were already in Florida and I didn't care how long it took
 us to get to  St. Pete now. I wasn't even sure  if we were going to
 stay IN St. Pete or go somewhere  else, I just thought we'd give it
 a shot.

 Ralph erupted, the  little bastard's juices were just  too much for
 me to contain with as much sperm  as I had eaten the last couple of
 days. He  kept shooting off, streams  striking the roof of  the van
 and some shooting over me and hitting Ricky in the back. He felt it
 and loved  it. Ralph's tits were  small like Ricky's but  they were
 standing tall now. I took my index finger and rubbed them and Ralph
 took his hand and cupped his balls. This was really excellent.

 We stopped at a K-Mart and  got a few things like new toothbrushes,
 toothpaste.. mostly  sundries. Some candy,  peanut-butter crackers,
 things  like that  to keep  us going  for a  while. Ricky  got some
 batteries for  his boom box and  I got some for  a flashlight... we
 were thinking about another night without a motel tonight but there
 were the threat of  storms on the way so I wanted  to be ready just
 in case.

 We also  found a tennis court  and, acting like we  were members of
 this club, we slipped inside, took  off our clothes and took a nice
 hot shower. Boy were we ready for that! No, we weren't here to play
 tennis  either. Only  Greg had  tried it  once, and  he admitted he
 played like shit.