SUMMER DAY

                              PART VII

 We  still couldn't  believe we  were actually  in Clearwater,  in a
 house, isolated from the rest of the world. 24 hours ago it was all
 any of us could  do to dream of this; 7 days ago  it was all any of
 us could do  to dream of leaving Georgia, but  here we were, loving
 every second of it.

 Mr. Tate told us  that we had a phone if we  needed it, but that it
 was currently  an unlisted, unpublished  number. Perfect, that  was
 all we needed to know.

 Finally we could  unwind, rest. The pantry wasn't  totally bare, so
 we could even hold off until tomorrow on going to the grocery store
 if we wanted.

 We all stripped  down to nothing and laid all  of our shorts on top
 of  one another,  neatly. Suddenly  we felt  like we  had all  gone
 through a caterpillar-moth transition and  were free to do whatever
 we wanted, whenever we wanted. The  house had central heat and air,
 but we really didn't think we wanted  to use it just yet; we wanted
 to spend  a little time  to sweat it  out! About all  we did was to
 turn on the ceiling fans and  an occillating fan, lie in the center
 of the  floor, and exist, making  constant love to each  other. One
 never-ending love affair.

 Ricky lay across  my legs right below my dick,  and Ralph lay on my
 stomach, his head going up and down every time I took a breath.. it
 was a wild  sight! For lack of a stereo,  Ricky plugged in his boom
 box and  we just listened to  tapes the rest of  the night- we were
 too tired to do too much of anything. Ricky started rubbing my cock
 slowly after he had noticed my slight hardon- wasn't really wanting
 to stimulate  me, but he was  giving it a little  attention. Even a
 little  was  too  much  for  me  and  since  he was just constantly
 stroking it  without realizing that  he was stimulating  me (he was
 looking the other  way!)... I shot off. The  cum shots bounced back
 down on him and he goes, "oh geeze.. I didn't realize I was jacking
 you off, Karl..!"

 Sure you didn't.

 I motioned for Ralph to slide further  up my chest. Then I stuck my
 arms under his head and upper back  and cradled him in my grasp. He
 looked up  at me, his smile  beaming brightly. I withdrew  my right
 hand, took  my index finger  and moved it  around his lips.  I bent
 down and kissed  him. He kissed me too, but  hard and heavy. He was
 getting to  the point that  he was just  about a spitting  image of
 Ricky  now  with  his  behavior!  Ricky  took  his index finger and
 carefully  poked it  into Ralph's   navel. He  wiggled it  around a
 little in there, and Ralph began  to giggle like shit. Ralph took a
 finger and  rammed it up Ricky's  asshole. This was the  first time
 Ralph had done that to Ricky.

 "Like my  fuckhole, doncha Ralphy?" Ricky  said. "Hell yeah!" Ralph
 responded.

 "It's nice as hell in there..."

 "Well,  you can  go in  there anytime  you want,"  Ricky said, "you
 don't need an invitation!"

 "You know Ricky, I sure do like  your semen in my mouth too," Ralph
 retorted.

 "I know  how that goes," said  Ricky. "Damn, now no  one is wearing
 underwear anymore so I can't pop any bands!"

 "This is a fabulous place," said  Jeff. "Yeah, I know," said Marty.
 "This is just what we needed.  Hey Ricky, why haven't you called me
 'semen breath' lately? I miss that..."

 "Sure  thing,  semen  breath,"  said  Ricky.  "Do you actually like
 that?"

 "You bet  I do, especially  when you say  it... you know  why I had
 semen breath doncha Ricky?"

 "Why's that?"

 "Because YOU gave it to me!"

 Ralph rolled  up real close  to my  face.  He raised his  arm and I
 could  smell his  stinch really  good under  there, strong.  He got
 really close to my nose and just laid there, let me breathe it. His
 tool was obviously beginning to  stiffen, it was stiffening slowly,
 but then  I began to  see it actually  rise. Ricky was  noticing it
 too. He  also noticed me noticing  it. "Damn," he told  me. "Doncha
 just love the way you see  things like that just... happen in front
 of your eyes?" as he started to stiffen also.

 "Wha'?" said Ralph.

 "Oh," I said,  "we were just talkin' about your  tool. We kinda saw
 it.. inflate."

 "Yeah,  it'll do  that," Ralph  retorted. "I  sorta ain't  got much
 control over that right now with you guys around."

 "Well, I can't say as I blame you," I said. I touched Ralph's tool.
 It was rock hard.  I just took my hand and barely  tried to push it
 down, to the side, it wouldn't budge.

 Jeff came  over now and  knelt in front  of me, beside  Ralph, bent
 down over his tool and began to suck him. This was the first time I
 had  seen Jeff  go into  it with  Ralph, and  it wasn't long before
 Ralph was shooting everywhere.

 "Hah!  What a  show," Ricky  said. "Yeah,  but it's  not as good as
 yours," said Ralph. You give a dynamite performance."

 "Thanks, bro," Ricky said, "but  yours ain't so bad either!" "Fuck,
 I love you," Ralph said to Ricky. "I love you too," Ricky responded
 and  gave him  a large,  deep kiss.  I could  tell that  there were
 tongues embedded in  each other's mouths as this  was taking place.
 The kiss was long and deep and lasted almost three minutes!! Before
 it was over, Ricky's dick was  dribbling cum all over Ralph's body,
 which was soon buried in Ralph's mouth.

 Paul tried something different, he located a clothespin, clipped it
 on the  end of his dick,  went outside on the  porch, and sprayed a
 stream of piss a good 20 to 30  feet out off of the porch, into the
 backyard. It was LONG.

 Again, Ricky came  in Ralph's mouth who then  proceeded to reach up
 to my  face and kiss me,  giving me part of  Ricky's load. This was
 getting  to be  more and  more commonplace,  and I certainly wasn't
 about to order it be stopped! I loved it!

 "To  hell with  this idea,"  Ricky said  soon, got  up and  got the
 bucket we  had pissed in  earlier in  the  day, put it  on the back
 porch, pissed in it, and left it there. It was apparent that he was
 going to keep adding to it until the bucket was full, either by him
 alone, or by all of us  together. "Good idea," Jeff thought, got up
 and located a  magic marker and some paper,  wrote the words, "PISS
 BUCKET" on the paper, and taped it on the railing above the bucket.
 Then he added his own pee.

 "Ricky," I said.

 "What?"

 "Do you  want us to  fill that up,  and then just  pour it all over
 you?"

 "Oh God, you  better believe that shit, man..  ooohh.. I can't wait
 either! It feels so good to be soaked in that shit!"

 "I know it is."

 "You  know, I  would love  to just  be in  a tub  of that shit, and
 just.. stroke my dick until it shot off and my sperm just kind of..
 well.. mixed in with it.."

 "Yeah.. you know what's wild about that?" I said.

 "What's that?"

 "When you shot  off in it, you'd never find  your sperm for all the
 pee!" "I know! Wild!"

 "You know what I'd like?" I said.

 "What?"

 "I'd like to  be in this sleazy as shit  room, get pissed all over,
 and then have everybody fuck me until  I was so sore I couldn't sit
 down for a week."

 I had held that fantasy back too long.

 "Well, that can be arranged," Jeff said.

 "It can?"

 "Yes! Of course it can. You'd be so full of sperm in your ass you'd
 be shittin' it back out.. just ask Ricky!"

 "He's  right man.  You'd get  an assful  of cream  for sure!" Ricky
 confirmed.

 Because I  opened my big  mouth, they drug  me out onto  the porch,
 pissed on  me and added  what was in  the bucket (a  good bit) onto
 me.. I  was soaked. Then Jeff  put his dick in  and fucked me. Must
 have known I didn't want a lube. Then Paul, Greg, Marty, Ralph, and
 .. Ricky. Yep..  one time apiece with them without  any lube, and I
 could tell someone  had been in there.. ahh! It  felt good... and I
 was dribbling  cum out of my  asshole some as I  walked. Damn I was
 wet, fucked and.. a little sore!

 As Jeff  hosed down the  porch now,  Ricky  grabbed at my  leg as I
 stood there  and clung to me..  like a dog might  do. It felt wild,
 and I just rubbed his head. "I guess I need never worry about being
 alone again," I said.

 "No, you  never need to  worry 'bout that,"  Ricky said. "Old  bro'
 Ricky and the rest of us will be here, ready, willing, and.. aiming
 our dicks at your target, ready to fire on your command!"

 "Sure will!" Ralph added.

 We cleaned up, went in the bedroom and listened to more tapes as we
 lie on the bed, talking.

 "Hey Ricky,"  Ralph was saying,  "I am so  fucking glad that  you..
 well, that  you put your hands  under my tanky. It  seemed like you
 knew what I needed."

 "Yeah well.. I  thought so anyway. I was just  glad that you walked
 over when you did, because well, we were going through some changes
 when you did, I mean, finding out about mom and dad and all.."

 "Sorry about that..."

 "Well no,  don't be sorry  man, 'cuz there's  not a damn  thing you
 coulda done."

 "Yeah.. heh.. I know. Do you think it's better now?"

 "For me or for..?"

 "For everybody in your family."

 "Oh, hell yeah. If dad was gay, mom sure needed to know about it. I
 know I couldn't hide anything like  that but hell.. I'd never marry
 a fish anyway.."

 "You mean that, Ricky?" I chimed in.

 "Shit yeah. Women  never really have done anything  for me. Some of
 them might be kind to you and  all that shit, but I mean, get real!
 I don't want  big tits in MY  face, or cunts or  none of that junk!
 An' I sure as shit don't want any baby-making-machines!"

 "Jesus.. I thought I was the only one that felt that way," I said.

 "Hell no! We all do," Jeff said.

 "Let me ask you this, and I'll say 'no' from the beginning before I
 ask," I said.  "Have any of you ever.. been  out with a girl before
 at all?"

 Everyone said "no". Everyone knew before they had horsed around and
 gotten into trouble  that they didn't want that  and that they were
 unquestionably  gay;   we  were  all   just  having  a   hard  time
 understanding why their dad had gone  so long unnoticed and all. He
 probably had been  seeing other men for years; it  was just the one
 night that Miss Fraser had caught him.

 We  all went  into heavy  kisses and  loving one another. Suddenly,
 time and space had no meaning...

 Ricky looked at me. "Damn man, I  am in heaven now. I never knew it
 could get this good."

 "I  didn't either,"  Jeff commented.  I never  imagined that things
 could... end up like this!"

 I got up and straddled  Ricky as he lay on the bed,  on his back. I
 rubbed my hands over his belly, slowly.

 "What ya want me to do, throw up?"

 "No! Am I pressing too hard?"

 "No silly.. I was just kidding. Damn that feels good as shit!"

 "Well hell  bro, you know you've  got it any time  you want it, now
 that.. now that we can..."

 "Yeahhhh... yeah  I know. This  is.. too much.  No no no  no.. it's
 just  right...  sorry..  please  Karl..  you  know  I like to clown
 around, right?"

 "Ricky, we all do, dear one."

 I massaged his feet and ankles.

 "Kiss his belly, Karl," Jeff urged. "He loves that..."

 "Indeed I do,"  Ricky verified. I did too, long,  slow. I worked my
 way up his chest as his tool was hardening.

 "Y' know, I may be hard, but..  I'm not horny. I just... seem to be
 getting hard out of love, not need for stroking it.."

 "Really?"

 "Oh, you  know it. I'll  bet you know  what it's like  Karl," Ricky
 said.

 "I.. I do. I just thought you liked to play with it."

 "Yeah,  but not  everytime, nobody  does that  everytime, but  shit
 man.. I love you and I always will."

 I fell to the bed beside him and we ended up embracing and kissing.
 He was  sweating heavily again and  I tried to get  as much off his
 youthful  body as  I could,  under his  arms and  all over. He felt
 wonderful, I felt wonderful, the best I had felt in years.

 Paul got up and massaged MY ankles. "It's bad when Karl is the only
 one minding the store," he said. "I need to do my fair share too.."

 I was stiff  from messing with  Ricky, but... I  too didn't exactly
 feel like "doing it" just now. But still, Ricky was pre-cumming. It
 seemed to be something he had no control over.

 "It is," he told me. "I can't help it... it just gets up there nice
 an' tall, and drools.. I kinda like it but.. not in public..

 I was going to get us a P.O. Box, but in my name, not in theirs. It
 would  be too  obvious if..  something came  up, which  I was  sure
 wouldn't  now,  but  one  could  only  be  too  careful  under  the
 situation.

 I had gotten  in the habit of  leaving a computer diary  at home, a
 small file  created just to  keep up with  events, happenings, etc.
 and it  helped me keep  my sanity.  I  even showed them  all to the
 others. They  could really relate to  my way of thinking  and all..
 and for  the last two years  we had lived right  down the road from
 each other  and hadn't known shit  about the others! Damn!  Today I
 made a small entry into my diary; it read:

 June 20, 1988

 Today we arrived  in Clearwater. This seems like  a great place and
 it appears this is where we  will be staying. Ricky never ceases to
 amaze me or the others; he is so adult for his age and takes things
 like a man.  He is so dominant too and  takes control often, it was
 so noticeable  on the way down  here that his other  brothers began
 treating  him  more  equal  than  they  ever  had; perhaps that was
 partially his parents' fault. I am satisfied with this house, and I
 am sure that we will continue to be.

 --End of diary entry.

 We walked  around outside the front  of the house, nude..  ahh.. so
 nice.  It was  still going  to be  a few  months too  before cooler
 weather set in.  Shit it was so warm  now out here in the  sun that
 everyone was streaming with sweat! Greg went ape; he walked over to
 Ricky  and began  just rubbing   his hands  all over  Ricky's body,
 wetting them with the sweat which seemed to cloak Ricky's body like
 a tight  three-piece suit.  He would  take both  hands and get them
 wet, then  smear it all over  his own face, as  Ricky had done many
 times before.

 "Want  me to  stop, so  you can  suck my  cock if  you want?" Ricky
 suggested to Greg.

 "No, no that's okay Ricky, I'm just.. getting high off your body."

 "That's not hard to do," I commented.

 "I know it's  not," Jeff said. "Isn't it wild  that we can just get
 high  off of  being with  each  other  and not  some crazy  drug or
 something?"

 "Sure as hell  is," Paul put in. Jeff walked  up behind me, drew me
 near. He stuck his arms under mine and wrapped them around my body.
 His stiffening dick pressed against the cheeks of my ass. He rubbed
 his dick  up and down  between my asscheeks.  "Damn Karl, you  were
 right. I  would have given  anything to be  a '60's boy,"  he said,
 lovingly.  "It represented  everything to  me that  I seem to stand
 for."

 "Hey Jeff,  don't hog those 60's  all to yourself," Ricky  said. "I
 get off on Cream, the Byrds, Hendrix... just like you do."

 "I know ya  do, and I respect that  in you. Hell, I do  respect you
 Ricky," Jeff said.

 Ricky knew it. Ricky knew that  Jeff worshipped him and it did make
 Ricky feel good- there were times when their parents were home then
 that Jeff  would have given anything  to be in Ricky's  shoes. Like
 the times he would mow the lawn in his underwear.

 We stopped,  back near the  house and spread  some towels, we  were
 just going to  lay in the sun a  few minutes and rest some  more as
 the evening  sun was starting  to set. It  was a nice  yard, a nice
 place.  We couldn't  have gotten  more lucky  if we  had tried.  We
 couldn't be more relaxed now if we tried.

 I had a special request.. something that  I would kill to see right
 now.

 "Ricky?"

 "What, bro?"

 "Can.. can you do me a favor?"

 "Sure! Anything! Name it!"

 "Stand up a second, and.. thrash that waist around of yours. I just
 wanna see you flap that long mean pecker of yours around."

 "Sure but.. I might get a little stiff."

 "Okay."

 I got a nice  rock nearby. Not really big but,  a rock. I was going
 to persuade Ricky to do something  interesting to me in a minute. I
 was sure he would follow through.

 He stood up now, thrashing that  waist around like crazy, that tool
 flapping and those  balls slapped against the base  of his ass with
 slapping sounds... he was thrashing for  all he was worth, back and
 forth. He knew  how to do it. I  got close, real close as  his tool
 was already  starting to stiffen a  little. Damn- I could  feel the
 wind as his  cock flashed about six inches from  my face every time
 it would pass. He was loving the  shit out of what he was doing and
 was  also turning  himself on;  everyone was  watching him.  He was
 really turning me  on, that young body, that  beautiful cock.. just
 bouncing around without a care in  the world. Soon he was red-faced
 and had to quit.

 I gave him the rock, instructed him  to lay beside me and beat that
 tool on the rock just as he  had on the fireplace stones earlier; I
 wanted him to drive  some of that cum out of there  and let it just
 fly onto my body as I lay there.  He gladly did as he was told, hot
 and bothered now.  His meat was hard, his face  was red, and he was
 as horny as ever. Ralph stuck his dick up Ricky's butt.

 Ricky began to bang that cock onto that rock, hard, long. "God that
 feels good ..." he moaned, and  soon was sending streams and spurts
 of cum  my way from  the motion of  his dick. It  started with just
 little  splatters; soon  it became  long and  thick. It wasn't long
 that he  had my lower  torso wet.  Then  he aimed it  further up my
 body. Finally he dropped the rock, Ralph removed his dick and Ricky
 rolled  over onto  me, embracing  me, allowing  his pre-cum to just
 drool  out onto  me as  he kissed  me, tightly.  Damn there  was no
 16-year-old on Earth with this  much passion, this much emotion. We
 went deep within each other's mouths,  loving it. He raised up, cum
 was just rolling  out of his dick. You would  think the bastard was
 really cumming.. but it was just that intense, our love, everyone's
 love here.

 Martin Ray  Fraser was intensely  investigating Ricky's actions  as
 Ralph was trying to head him off  at the pass; Ralph wanted a piece
 of Marty and even Marty's cock was drooling a little. Marty gave it
 to Ralph, who sucked it dry, licked  the head of that cock until it
 gleamed in the sunlight. Carressed Marty's balls until they drew so
 tight next to his body that he couldn't stand it.

 "Marty," Ralph said, "I want your balls as close to my body as they
 are to yours." Marty wedged closer  to Ralph and moved his cock out
 of the  way; their balls  were touching. Marty  took his balls  and
 Ralph's balls and rubbed them together in his hand, which felt good
 to say the least. There was an  intense love here, and it was never
 going to die.

 "Ralph, suck my weenie some more," Marty said.

 "Sure Marty. I want your hot load."

 "Well, you've got it man. It's waiting for you."

 And Ralph sucked him off. It didn't take long.

 I let Ricky fuck  me now, now that he was  all steamed up. "Karl, I
 just can't take it anymore..."

 "Well you know what I want you to do?"

 "What?"

 "I want to you literally fuck my brains out."

 "That's not hard to do."

 "Yeah but.. use your whole cock. I wanna feel it."

 "No sweat! I'd love to!"

 Ahhhhh.. he was  in there. This time he.. had  coated his tool with
 ChapStick, of all  things. Cherry ChapStick. It felt  good. I swear
 it took  him all of  thirty seconds to  cum, and he  WAS using that
 whole rod. He wasn't afraid to, anymore. He felt sooo good in there
 too. Now I remembered just how long  and lean he had felt in my bed
 in Smyrna,  all those miles  ago. Nothing was  lost; everything was
 gained by moving down here. All  we had literally done was put some
 pavement behind us, and while we could tell it, we knew tomorrow we
 would all feel like new people.

 We all made deep, passionate love,  lay in the sun a little longer,
 making sure our dicks got a fair  share of the sun. Then we went to
 clean up.

 Jeff and I prepared supper- I wasn't aware that Jeff was so good in
 the kitchen.  He informed me that  he was an ace  in Home Economics
 and came in at the top of his class. We had enough in the pantry to
 probably  even  stretch  beyond  tomorrow,  but  we  still had some
 essentials  that we..  wanted to  add so  we would  make an  honest
 effort  to go.  Our supper  consisted of  macaroni and  cheese, hot
 dogs, potato  chips, all the  Coke we wanted..  and beer for  those
 that  wanted it.  Ricky liked  the taste  of beer  but.. he  wasn't
 addicted, hell, none of us were! Shit, who would object to a little
 every now  and then? Still, it  was a marvelous supper  and we were
 all full when we got up.

 At "home," Ricky had never given  the first shit about going to the
 grocery  store  or  the  shopping  mall  with  his  mother. Yet, he
 admitted that  if -I- went ANYWHERE,  now he wanted to  be with me.
 Even if it were the grocery store. It was just what I wanted, but I
 felt that  now, everywhere I  went, I would  have this cute  little
 puppy following  me everywhere. Actually, six  cute little puppies.
 But Ricky.. somehow he couldn't let me  out of his sight! I mean, I
 walk around outside  the house to check the  plumbing where it goes
 into the ground..  three minutes later I hear  this, "Where's Karl,
 Jeff?"..  Jeff tells  him, and...  less than  thirty seconds later,
 Ricky is  shadowing me, watching  my every move.  Some people might
 get pissed,  but... not I.  I think if  I had told  him I were,  he
 would leave well enough alone. But  still, our thinking was so much
 on the same wavelength that.. it really didn't matter.

 Something the others didn't see that  I was suddenly eyeing, as the
 last item I pulled of my own from the van was- a set of golf clubs.

 "You... you play  golf?" Ricky stuttered. "When I  feel like it," I
 said. "God knows I probably won't  feel like it right away, but.. I
 sure as shit didn't want to leave these babies behind..."

 "I  know that's  right," Marty  said, pulling  out his  set of  Ben
 Hogans. SHIT! NOOOO! This is going too far!

 Why was  it everything I  pulled out of  that van so  far, they had
 reached into their magic hat and stunned the hell out of me?

 "Darby Hills Country Club, Windy Hill Road," Marty said.

 "Me too. Never saw you on the course."

 "Wasn't, much. I  caddied over the last summer.  Didn't make a lot.
 Saw some cute guys with what had to be big... dicks."

 "I heard that."

 We put  our golf bags  in the tool  shed. It was  a nice tool shed;
 there was  enough room in  there for about  four people to  "do it"
 with plenty  of fuckspace; but then  that showed how dirty  my mind
 really  was. There  was actually  room in  there now  with all  the
 equipment to place a cot (maybe  that's why there was a cot already
 in there)..

 It was getting a little dark so we went back into the house now and
 all just went straight for the  bed- no point in showering again or
 anything. Now  that we were  STARTING to feel  a little settled,  I
 thought there might  be all kinds of shit  discussed over this rest
 tonight, between the  time we hit the pillows until  we went on our
 merry ways in dreamland. I couldn't have been more right.

 Now that we were here, this would probably be the best night we had
 spent together,  yet. All the  nights of doing  without motel rooms
 had met their match. Ricky turned  on his box low, to provide quiet
 tones in  the atmosphere. It was  a good night, we  had the windows
 open,   and  the   night  sky   was  starting   to  suggest  a  few
 thunderclouds.

 Our bucket of piss had again  been reinstated and was placed in the
 bathroom. We  were all eager  to see  just  how long it  took us to
 "fill it to  the rim with Brim," but  we knew the way we  pissed it
 wouldn't take long...not with seven  people! I knew personally that
 I pissed enough every morning to fill a nice sized tumbler..

 Now, laying on the bed, we all began to talk.

 "Are we all nice and comfy?" I started.

 "HELL YEAH," everyone resounded loudly, which seemed to vibrate the
 whole bed.

 "What did you say? I couldn't quite hear that..."

 "HELL YEAH!!!!"

 "That's better."

 "You guys.. never had any pets did you?"

 "No," Jeff said. "We really didn't want it."

 "Oh.. good," I said. "Why you ask," Jeff said.

 "Just out of  curiousity. Didn't know if you had  ever had any dogs
 or cats or whatnot..."

 "Now, dad use  to have a dog," Ricky said,  "but he sold it because
 mom was allergic to the damn things."

 "Oh yeah... I forgot," Jeff said. "We.. never really have been into
 loving animals."

 "Does that go deeper than it sounds?" I asked.

 "Uh.. I  think I know  what you  mean,  Karl.. I really  do. No, if
 you're talking, bestiality...?"

 "Hot damn! Give.. give this man a raise!"

 "Were you ever into that, Karl?"

 "No way man.. I've heard of people doing it, but.. I couldn't screw
 a pooch.." Everyone laughed.

 "We couldn't either," Ricky assured  me. "I'll screw the shit outta
 a guy, but not a dog! How can a dog get someone horny?"

 "Well, my  guess is that  it doesn't,  they  just use his  ass as a
 fuckhole.. and from what I can imagine, the dog probably isn't very
 receptive!" Greg added.

 "Try gettin'  a hold of  a pit bull!"  Jeff said. "That's  not even
 funny... dunno why I said that.."

 "Y' ever  seen a dog's penis?"  Ralph said. Ralph was  getting more
 and more into this crowd everyday...

 "Ralph?!" Ricky said, as if to suggest "that's absurd!"

 "Well, haveya? Some of those things are big as shit! I saw one once
 on the street when the sucker pissed on a lamppost!"

 "Did he piss on ya?" said Ricky.

 "No! I don't want doggie pee..."

 "Just joshing, Ralph.. don't get your undies in a tangle.."

 "What undies? I don't wear undies!"

 "Well... the undies that you don't wear!"

 Paul got up to go use the piss bucket. Damn, you could hear it slap
 that plastic. Jeff, Marty and Ricky got  up and all pissed in it at
 the same time;  I was right behind them. It  sounded like a fucking
 waterfall going into it there was so much pee!

 We all went back to the bed;  the storms were drawing closer and we
 could see lightning  in the distance as it added  a little light to
 the room, above the nightlight which cast it's glow over our faces.
 Damn the nights when I was a  kid that I drempt of having this many
 people in bed;  any one of them would have  easily sufficed, but to
 have them ALL..

 Damn, Ricky started up again.

 "Then there was the night I was peeping on a neighbor."

 "Who? Who?" Jeff said.

 "Gary.. Gary Woodrow."

 "Ahh..."

 Gary Woodrow was Ricky's age. They  had a few classes together, but
 Ricky was sure Gary was a fish lover.

 "I  watched him  late one  night, after  everyone in  my house  was
 asleep. Jeff,  you knew I  could successfully get  out that bedroom
 window..."

 "Yeah.. yeah  I did but  I never  knew  you did it,  you lucky guy.
 Was.. was this the only time you went out?"

 "No, no it wasn't. But this night.. I saw some skin.. and more than
 just a little," Ricky continued.

 "Gary was  really tan too. Good  looking guy, I'd see  him a lot in
 the halls  talking to this one  girl, Jennifer. Anyway I  never saw
 that, I mean, I pretended I didn't  just for my sake. He was in his
 summer  clothes, a  yellowish tank  top, black  shorts, and  he was
 ready to go to bed, right?"

 "Right.."

 "Well, he literally  RIPS off that tank top, and  I could see those
 nipples towering.. knew he was probably horny.. loses those shorts,
 took them off with one hand, which he had grabbed at the crotch..."

 "Shit!"

 "Yeah, this  is for real,  man! Never told  you because.. I  didn't
 want mom to find out I had an escape route.."

 "Yeah... yeah.."

 "Yeah.  Took those  shorts and  just left  them on  the floor. Wore
 jockey underwear, and he was a  little plump, man that tan plump...
 mmmm.. looked good  as shit.. you know, with  that underwear around
 it?  Yeah... his  stomach was  tan and  well, it  looked good for a
 plump stomach.."

 "Wild!"

 "More than wild, a fucking dream! Slapped that stomach a few times,
 and.. vibrated his  underwear off, just like I did  my Jams back at
 the  house.  No  shit,  stood  there  maybe  five minutes intensely
 shaking and  obviously loving it... worked  himself a hardon... let
 his jockeys fall to the floor. And then.. his dick..."

 "Big?"

 "Not real big, but.. thick! Round!"

 "A real butt plug?"

 "Yeah.. big slit too. He got  some picture of some fish and started
 looking at it, began stroking his meat on the edge of his bed, full
 view of me."

 "Never saw you?"

 "Couldn't! I was in  the dark; he had a light on.  May as well have
 had a one-way mirror up."

 "Nice  balls. Hairy  as all  shit, too.  Soon he  was firing at the
 wall, some  hit the window  in front  of  me.. it was  a nice sized
 load.. he got up, cut off the light, went to sleep."

 "Awesome!" Jeff said.

 "Indeed it was," Ricky said.

 Ricky never ceased to amaze everyone in this family. This story had
 already caused half of us to jism and the other half were about to.

 "Damn Ricky, I have to admit that was a good one," I said.

 "Yeah well, when I  was at home I got around. I  had to, my parents
 stayed under my skin all the time."

 I eased out  of the bed..  I wanted to  try something just  for the
 hell of it. I went over to  our pile of shorts, sifted through them
 and located  Ricky's. Put them on;  they fit! Damn.. just  as I had
 suspected...  Richard had  them large  on purpose...  so his  peter
 could be quickly within sight at will.

 "That's why it was  so easy for me to "slip out"  of them at home..
 remember?"

 "Yeah I remember..."

 "Do  ya want  me to  give you  another show  like that?  I will, ya
 know..."

 "Yeahhhhh," I  said, gayly. He walked  over and took them  from me.
 They weren't THAT loose on him, but they certainly weren't tight. I
 got  back on  the bed;  he stood  beside me  on the  floor. Hell, I
 wanted to  be close, I  couldn't take it  so I had  him back up,  I
 knelt in  front of him, he  began vibrating those hips  like he was
 fucking  the shit  out of  somebody. Five-six-seven  times and they
 were down to almost dick level and you could see that crotch hair..
 nine-ten-eleven-twelve.. fifteen.. over  that hardening dick.. drew
 his legs  closer together and  wiggled them like  noodles.. and the
 Jams were on the floor after  fifteen fucks and he walked away from
 them, cramming his cock in my mouth.  "Quick, huh? Now let me do it
 to Ralphy's shorts, and I better hit the sack.." He did, and he was
 out of them just about as quick. Ralph's were a little tighter, but
 once he was over his dick, he was homebound.

 He  spent the  rest of  the  night,  until he  finally passed  out,
 rubbing  his  young  hands  tenderly  over  my  chest, including my
 nipples. Jeff joined him at rubbing  me, and Ralph rubbed me "below
 the belt." But none of them rubbed me the wrong way.

 I wasn't  totally  satisfied  JUST  yet...  Iwas personally curious
 about something and slowly got out  of bed. Only Jeff was stirring.
 "Whatcha doing?" he whispered.

 "Just... checkin' something right quick."

 I walked over  to Ricky's shorts,  felt of them  around the.. yeah.
 They were  wet. He had creamed  in there.. hot damn.  What was this
 kid's magic formula? I wanted the recipe! There was actually enough
 in there  to wipe on my  hand.. Jeff saw what  I was doing. "Ohhh..
 cool.  Yeah..  Ricky  will  do  that.  Lately,  anything at home of
 Ricky's that I would touch would..  have cum on it, either dry or..
 sticky. Gets me horny quick."

 I eased  back over  to the  bed. I  was going  to go  on a  bedside
 fact-finding mission. I lay on the  bed right at Ricky's dick level
 and watched  his slit intently.  If even a  drop came out  of there
 tonight,  I  would  know..  about  it..  yes,  there  he  went  for
 Chrissake!  Already.. a  drop was  forming and..  for a few seconds
 there was  a pulse and  some came out  onto the bed  sheets. Almost
 like a fine trickle of pee. There...again! Shit.. what was going on
 inside  his  head?  Was  Ralph  molesting  him  again?  God  was he
 grinning!

 I was able  to lay there  and watch him  for about thirty  minutes.
 Everyone else  was asleep- I  reached over and  put my hand  on the
 spot  where  he  was..  shooting  a  bit  still..  and  it was wet,
 definitely wet.. wet enough to coat my chest.. and I wiped it on my
 chest. Sticky,  gooey and I was  hot. Just then Ricky  reached down
 for his dick, even in his sleep.  He caught himself, woke up and as
 he was too tired, went back to sleep.

 Somehow I woke up at about 5:15.. I looked at my watch. I must have
 been sleeping lightly  for some reason. Something told  me to check
 the  area under  Ricky's dick  again-  he  had NOT  turned over  or
 anything  and  so..  well..  the  area  was  damn SOAKED... and the
 expression currently on his face was NOT mistakable.

 Morning came. It seemed like it  took me forever to fall asleep, as
 it did  the first night I  was with this family.  This was one long
 night, but Jeff shared in my  insomnia, just a little. It was after
 eight  and  we  all  awoke  just  about  all together; one stirring
 usually awoke the rest. "What  were you dreaming about last night,"
 I coaxed Ricky.

 "Well, would you  believe, one long love affair  with Ralph?? As in
 like, kiss after kiss? It was so intense..."

 "... that you creamed and creamed the bedsheets," I finished.

 "I did?"

 "You bet your ass... it was wicked as shit!"

 "Hot  damn! No  wonder I..  woke up  and reached  for my hot little
 peter..." "I saw that. That was really wild."

 We all  went and pissed in  the bucket, taking turns..  yep, we had
 it... about a  third full as we all  finished totally "draining our
 weiners." Hot damn, it wouldn't take much more of this.

 I produced a second five-gallon bucket.

 "What's that for?" Ricky questioned.

 "Well, what  we might try is  this.. I have a  couple more of these
 too.. lets.. piss in these till they're all full. Then we.. stop up
 the  drain  in  the  tub,  pour  it  all  over  some lucky bastard.
 Hopefully it will be at least close to filling the tub. And... this
 will free up the tub for  regular showers until we.. have enough to
 do what we want!"

 "Hot shit! That's a good idea," Ricky aggreed.

 So did everyone else. Once it was  in there, we'd leave it for like
 a day or  so so everyone would  get a chance to..  do whatever they
 wanted. What a vision.. and we all shared it.

 We all went into the living  room. "Karl, I'll be more than willing
 to help if you wanna like, totally finish unloading the van today,"
 Ricky commented.

 "Hell, I know we all will," Marty added, feeling Ricky's stiffening
 prick.

 "Sure!" I said. "All I have left is that stereo equipment. It'll be
 quick and easy."

 "That's  not all  that's quick  and easy,"  Jeff commented. "What's
 that supposed  to mean?" asked  Ricky. "Your.. cum  shots are about
 the quickest and easiest things I've  seen you do," Jeff joked. But
 the context of what he said was very serious.

 I slipped  off  into  the  bedroom  and  walked  out  carrying  the
 underwear that Ricky had had so cum-coated in the past.

 "Hot damn,"  he told me,  "do you know  now that I  think about it,
 that was actually the last pair of underwear I ever wore?"

 "Naah, I didn't know that," I said, feeling the rough fabric, rough
 from all the shots. "I swear dude," he said, "now that I don't wear
 underwear, I  cum in bigger shots  'cuz there's nothing to  cut off
 the circulation..."

 Upon feeling this fabric, it seemed to  me that there was no way in
 hell that the fabric could absorb any more cum.

 I asked Ricky  if he had any  idea how many loads  he had shot into
 that pair, to which he replied, "Oh, seventy or eighty big loads. I
 never really  thought that I  could add any  more, it's so  hard it
 probably would  fall apart if you..  did much else to  it. Still, I
 might.. eventually try adding more to it."

 This was  causing us all to  stiffen. Ralph cracked up,  "can I add
 some more to it, too?"

 "Of course you can!" Ricky said. "Anybody else?"

 "Well, it kinda  might be neat Ricky," Paul said,  "if you were the
 oldest one to do anything to them.  It.. might have an impact on us
 when we handle it, or something."

 "Yeah.... sure dude.."

 Ricky put the underwear on. He was going to pre-cum in them.

 "Ricky, duuude," I said.

 "Yeah man, what's up cat?"

 "Come here man, I wanna see something," I said, purringly.

 "What's that?" he whined, approaching.

 "Let that underwear down just a minute, I wanna see something.."

 I was  getting more  horny all  the time.  Soon I  would have to be
 fucked, I could tell it.

 Ricky dropped his drawers and I  took his hard shaft and pointed it
 straight up. It fell about an inch above his navel.

 "Wild," I said,  "just wanted to see where that..  thang came to on
 you.."

 "Yeah," he remarked, "I like to  do that too.. Ralphy's comes right
 under his  belly button... gets  me horny too  to see how  far up a
 dude can get his dick.." I told  him to pull his underwear back up-
 he  had already  started to  erupt  a  little cum  onto my  hand. I
 promptly licked it  off. He did, and while Jeff  and I fixed a nice
 hot breakfast, I  think Ricky wanted to see just  how much more cum
 he could put  in there. "See Karl," he  said, demonstrating that he
 could easily stick most of the head  of his dick out the elastic of
 the underwear.. and without lowering it at all!

 He fixed it now so that it was straight out in front, you could see
 the piss slit and the head  very well because of the enormous size.
 It also really  caused his elastic legs to  protrude outward. As we
 were just  about through preparing the  food, I let Jeff  finish up
 and I walked  over to Ricky, put my hands  on his shoulders, rubbed
 his body slowly, really slowly. Rubbed his back just as slow, going
 over  every inch  of it.  I had  really caused  some action  in the
 genital department; he was really emitting some semen now, smiling,
 grinning at me.  We kissed, hugged. Got the front  so soaked now it
 was  running down  his leg.  He caught  it and  rubbed it  into his
 underwear. I kissed everyone else, we  were all very horny but.. we
 put everything on hold until we had a nice meal.

 Paul kept  looking next to  him at Ricky  just about every  time he
 took a bite of food. "What is it?" Ricky said.

 "I was  just noticing," Paul said  as he put his  finger on Ricky's
 tit, "how cute your little titties are, Ricky! Damn!"

 "Ewww!" said Ricky,  as I could tell he was  holding his breath. He
 looked like a  baby trying to hold back a  shit before it could get
 to a bathroom.

 About that  time, I heard something  that sounded like pee  hit the
 floor.

 "What was that?" I asked.

 "That was.. sperm," Ricky said. "My underwear is soaked and I am so
 hot I could scream..."

 "Please  do  scream,"  I  invited.  He  screamed  low,  rather like
 yelping.. you  could tell his  pubic period was  over because there
 weren't any high notes.

 Ralph, who  was sitting to his  right, began rubbing his  leg under
 the  table as  Ricky munched   on bacon.  Splat! There  was another
 squirt on the floor. Ricky got  up, slipped off the underwear which
 WAS soaked,  and laid it over  his dick, so he  could start wetting
 the backside  now. This was probably  as much as he  had creamed in
 the van on the way over. Maybe more.

 I bent down, rubbed my hand across the floor. Semen. Yeah.. Ricky's
 semen.  All the  way across  the  floor.  And he  hadn't even  been
 playing  with it.  We were  finishing up  now, I  think we were all
 about so horny  we couldn't stand it. We rinsed  off our dishes and
 put them in the automatic dishwasher.

 "Okay, Karl," Ricky  said before I even said a  word, "you can feel
 my underwear if ya  want." God did I ever. It was  soaked as I knew
 it would be. I just felt with  a finger because we all wanted it to
 dry and get hard again; there were some big globs of cum in there.

 "Karl?"

 "Huh?"

 "Want me to uh.. fuck the living shit out of you?" Ricky asked.

 "Only if you'll fuck Ralph next."

 "Hell, I could fuck all six of your asses in a row!"

 "Do it!" Jeff persuaded.

 And he started in  on me. Did it ever feel good.  He fucked me dry,
 he  wanted to  start off  that way,  at least  with me.  I felt the
 little sticky of  his pre-cum, I could also feel  his balls as they
 pressed against the cheeks of my ass.

 Damn.. it was good.

 When he came, he exploded shot after shot in my ass, and as before,
 pulled out  still shooting. I took  his rod in my  hand and stroked
 every possible shot out of it.. his ballsack was soaked, and so was
 he. He kissed and hugged me  tightly several minutes, then moved on
 to Ralph.

 He certainly  gave Ralph equal  time and treatment.  When Ricky got
 through, Ralph  wanted Ricky to  piss a little  up his ass,  he had
 never had it  pissed up and wanted to see  how it felt. Hell, Ricky
 had some  pee left from the  morning and gave him  a little. "Feels
 real good," Ralph  said, but soon found himself  wanting to go shit
 it out. We all went to watch. What a show!

 Jeff was next, and he alternated  oldest then youngest until he got
 to Greg. He was  still going just as strong when he  got to Greg as
 he was when he started with me.  All those sperm shots and I seemed
 to feel  that he probably  still had  more  in his body  than I did
 right now.

 Ricky was  all sweaty and dirty  now, but we all  kissed and hugged
 him, he  smelled so good.  We showered and  Ricky washed his  hair;
 Jeff got  some things and  cut Ricky's hair  like his own-  long as
 hell in back and short, sort of  in bangs at the front. Damn Jeff..
 you could make some money that way.