Date: Mon, 21 Dec 2015 19:48:15 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 158

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

Chapter 158

Troy joined us in the kitchen in the morning to say hi.  "I'm off to School
to try and repair the damage between Ian and Porter.  I think we may have
gone too far with them yesterday," he said looking at me.

What? How is this my fault?  Why is it that everyone thinks I'm a bad
influence?  All I did was put two straight boys together to have sex with
each other.  In what world is that wrong?  I checked the Criminal Code of
Canada and it's not a thing, so technically I'm not guilty of anything.
The best cure for this is to bring Porter back, have him spend the weekend
naked, and have more sex than he could handle.  That will cure him of Ian
and they can go back to being friends.  Simple, easy and without drama.
"Just bring Porter back after school and I'll apologize to him." I said
half resigning myself to the fact that it might end up being me to do the
repair work.

"Yeah, I've seen how you apologize.  You'll take him to bed and fuck him
senseless," Troy said half smiling.  I'm not sure if that was sarcasm or
not.  But if it's not, then he understands me and I've taught him
well. That's my brother!

"No!  We could give him a gang bang until he forgets that he's mad.  That
would work with me if I were upset."

Troy just shook his head.  "I'll fix it.  I don't recommend you have sex
with Ian again though."

Well duh! At least not while Porter is around, I thought to myself, but
didn't say that out loud.  My guess is Ian would be back the next time he
had clothes to sell, or got horny.  Just like Kurt.  They find it's a fun
way to get off and it almost becomes an addiction, as long as their friends
don't find out.  Oh wait! THAT'S what Porter is upset about.  Personally I
think he should be happy that we activated Ian's horny centre.  Now Porter
can have sex with him anytime they get together.  He should send us an
e-card or something.  `Thanks for fucking my best friend.  It has been of
benefit to both of us.'

I shrugged and headed off to University in the BMW by myself, as Kyle had
taken Blake to school on his bike.  Those two were becoming the best of
friends and it was so cute seeing Blake in his helmet and leather jacket.
Plus, from what I know about it, the kids at school think he's cool for
showing up on a motorbike with someone older, who isn't a parent.  They
look at Kyle like an older brother.  So cute.  One day I might learn to
ride a motorbike, a crotch rocket, a hog, a... well you get the idea.  I
don't think I have the coordination for it though.  Plus if I had someone
on the back with me holding my waist, I'd get horny, lose all the blood to
my brain and crash, so it may not be a good idea.  It was nice to see the
gang again, and we talked about what we had done over the weekend.  When I
mentioned the naked beach day, they all thought it sounded awesome and
would have loved to come along.  I'll add them to the next list.

"I should introduce you to Ian," I told Linda and Robyn.  "He's a straight
boy who thinks good sex is him on top in the dark under the covers.  You
should show him what he's missing."

"Is he cute?"  Robyn asked.

"Would I hang out with him if he wasn't?"  I asked acting all indignant
that she'd even suggest such a thing.

"So when can we meet him?"  Linda smiled.

"I'll set it up, once he's talking to me again."

Nate laughed.  "Why's he not talking to you?  You try and fuck him or
something?"

"Um, sure, we'll go with that," I replied sheepishly.

"Come on, spill."

"Not really the time or place," I said looking at Dickson sitting down the
table from me.  Last thing I need is for him to think even less of me, even
though most gay boys would think it quite the accomplishment to get to
straight boys to fuck each other in front of a gay guy.  I told Nate later
when we were at his place doing some of our assignment.  He's like my own
personal therapist and I'm his.  We get along well and love hanging out
naked.  Even the friends he has that drop by get used to being naked around
us, and no one wants sex with each other.  It's like a world of
anatomically correct Ken dolls.  Good to look at, but not really usable.
We only had two weeks of University left so Nate and I were scrambling to
get our main assignment in.  So far it was going well and we'd probably get
a good grade as I was really good with people as I was learning.  Hell, I
can get all of them naked and opened up enough to have sex, so the rest of
their mental weirdness should be easy.  Got a drug addiction?  Strip and
let's get you off.  Don't agree with gay marriage because it's against the
bible?  Don't get a gay marriage then.  Start reading Harlequin Romances
instead.  Got pissed off because someone looked at you the wrong way and
are thinking of suing them? (U.S. version of the story only).  I'll strip
you out of your camouflage and have you fuck me hard and deep.  Get that
anger out on my ass.  Have low self-esteem and wonder why you're always
pale? (U.K version of the story only).  Have a cup of tea...Strip and let's
fuck in a tanning booth.  Say Eh! too much and apologize non-stop for
things that aren't your fault? (Canadian version of the story).  Get him to
apologize for thinking like that as I get him out of his clothes to suck my
dick.  Tell him to stop apologizing for not being able to deep throat and
then fuck him, eh!  See...I have a cure for everything.  I'm gonna be the
world's best therapist.

I got home late and went to find Troy, but he wasn't home yet. It wasn't
until Tuesday night that I actually saw him again.  "So what happened with
Porter and Ian?"

"Porter is still a little upset with Ian, but I had a chance to talk to
him.  He's just jealous that Ian decided to try gay sex with another boy
and not him.  I tried explaining that he probably just wanted to try it
with a stranger so he wouldn't ruin a friendship if it went wrong.  Of
course if he liked it, then it could make their friendship better.  I don't
know if he bought it or not, but at least they were talking again.  I
suggested they sleepover at one of their houses this weekend and talk.
That should solve it.  I told Ian when we were in private that he should
consider having sex with Porter."

"Did he go for it?"

"No idea.  He didn't say no and then quickly changed the subject, but at
least both of them seemed to have calmed down."

"How are you and Porter?"

"Fine.  It's not me he's mad at.  It's Ian and you."

"Me?" I asked innocently.  "What did I do?"  As if I didn't know.

"Let's see.  You got Porter's best friend (who he's been trying to have sex
with since they were 13) inside another straight boy in a three-way."

"Oh. Is that all?  Then it's a good thing he didn't see what we did the
night before in the foam room," I laughed.

"True, but he never caught us doing that," Troy laughed.

"So when are you seeing Porter again?"

"Tomorrow.  At school," he smiled.

"I mean when are you two getting together again for a boning?"

"Oh, he'll be here Thursday after school."

"So what's the story with you two?"

"No story.  Just working on him as a friend."

"Come on.  You like him don't you?  You need a boyfriend, he needs a
boyfriend."

"To early for that.  For now, we'll work on becoming friends with benefits.
If it morphs into more, we'll see."

"So do you think it's too early for me to invite Ian back again?"

"You're kidding right?  My guess is if you go anywhere near Ian, Porter
will have a meltdown."

"So wait another week then.  Got it," I smirked.  "I was thinking of
inviting Dickson over later this week.  You and Porter should join us."

"Inviting him, or ordering him through the `Q' newbie rules?"  Troy asked
smiling.  "From what you tell me, Dickson still doesn't exactly like you.
Seems like you're building a quite a collection of guys like that."

"Yeah but he's coming around.  A few more fucks and he'll be fine."

"Good luck."  And with that Troy left to get on with his night.  I wandered
over to the other house and found Alex with James watching a movie.  It was
cute to see them together as they were really bonding.  James was curled up
against Alex, who had his arm around him.

"How's things over here?"  I asked as I sat beside Alex.

"Calm.  We're doing better today."

"Good to hear.  How's the injury, James?"

"I'm gonna be a chick magnet," he said out of nowhere.

"That's good, I think.  Do you know what that is?"

"No, but Dad says it's a good thing for a guy to have a scar.  I have lots
of magnets in my room," he replied as if somehow the two things were
related.

"Nice," I smiled.  "I should get a scar and become a boy magnet."

"Like you need a scar for that," Alex said grinning.

"You want one of my magnets Uncle Justin?"

"Nope.  All good thanks.  Got lots at home.  You keep building your
collection."

There was no more talk of magnets after that and we watched the movie in
peace.  I returned home to find Colin packing.  I half wondered if he was
upset at me for the whole straight boy thing, but turns out he only had to
go to Toronto for the night.  He was doing some deal in the morning.  Each
time he bent over at the side of the bed to put clothes in his suitcase, I
tried to get at his ass, but he kept pushing me away.  Bitch.

"Haven't got laid today huh?"  He grinned as I stood up and he kissed me.

"Nope.  You want a quickie?"

"You know I'm always up for that, but I have to get to the airport.  It's
wheels up in 30 minutes."

"So is that a yes or no to a quickie?"  I asked confused.  "Don't we have
our own plane?  It's not like they'd take off without you on board."

"I'll be back tomorrow and we can make up for it then," he smiled as he
pulled me closer and grabbed my ass.  Still didn't know whether that was a
yes or no.  At least not until the front gate buzzed.

"I'll be right down," Colin said to ADAM as we opened the main gates.  He
quickly zipped up the small suitcase and I headed downstairs with him.  He
opened the front door and Adrian was outside waiting for him.  Colin handed
him the suitcase and he took it to the limo.

"Adrian's going with you?"  I asked almost slightly jealous.

"Yeah, he is my assistant after all."

"Have you actually fucked him yet?"

"Nope, still keeping it professional," he replied.

"I have no idea how you do it.  I'd have had that boi stripped and laid out
on my desk before my morning coffee got cold each day."

Colin laughed.  "I'd rather keep my company than lose it to a sex scandal.
It's not like I haven't had the opportunity, and he keeps asking about you.
We could have him over for dinner one night."

"Mmmm, I like assistant flavoured dinners."

"You should come with us to Toronto.  Maybe you'd get lucky on the plane.
After all it's a few hours in the air with nothing to do.  You two could
probably keep me entertained."

"Tempting, really tempting, but I have to finish this assignment before the
week ends.  Bring him over for dinner and I'm sure you can watch me `drill'
him for information about how you are as a boss."

"Ok, I'll set it up.  I have to run, but I'll be home tomorrow by dinner.
We'll go out somewhere."

"Sounds like plan."

"Where you going?"  Blake asked as he came racing around the corner of the
house holding an ice cream.

"Toronto," Colin answered.  "Be back tomorrow."

 "Can I go?"  Blake asked as he blinked wide eyed.

"Next time.  You have school."

"I could miss it.  I'd be fine with that," he grinned as the cone melted
onto his shirt.  I wonder if he even knows that he's a messy eater.

"Yeah, I'm sure, but I'm just at meetings and then back home.  There
wouldn't be time for anything else.  You stay here and keep Justin
company."

"Cool.  We can go do fun stuff, right Justin?"

"Sure.  You name it," I replied.  "Have a good trip and don't do anyone I
wouldn't do," I said as we gave each other a kiss on the way out to the
car.  He didn't even make a smart ass comment about how I'd pretty much do
anyone.  Once he left, I went back inside and Blake asked me if Colin was
going to have sex with Adrian on the way to Toronto.  "None of your
business, little man.  We don't ask who you're having sex with."

"You could.  I don't mind telling you.  It's not like I don't know
everything anyway.  Adrian is totally Dad's type, so he probably will."
Wait, how does he know what Colin's type is?  Now I was beginning to wonder
if Colin was having an affair.  But we've never had secrets from each other
before, so I seriously doubt it.  If he were fucking Adrian, he'd just tell
me.  We have that kind of relationship.  Unless he's done with me and
doesn't want that kind of relationship.  Maybe I was too big a slut for
him.  Oh Geez, what if I'm fucking up our marriage?  I'd make a note to
talk to Colin when he got back.  I could behave and be monog...(I almost
choked)... monogam...(I think I threw up in my mouth a
little)... monogamous.  God that's a hard word to say without feeling ill.
I ignored Blake's verbal comment and grabbed my homework to try and finish
it up and take my focus off what he'd just said.  Blake and Kyle both
joined me and it was like a study session in the living room.  I think
Blake's math and science homework were way harder than my psych stuff.  Who
cares what a triangle is called that has the two sides the same length.
When are you ever going to need that, and why solve for `x' in anything.
Just ask Google. Duh!  If x =y+5 when x is three times the value of y and
four guys are naked around a table, what is the length of the last penis to
be inserted into you?  Like I said who cares?  Do all the guys twice.  Then
x = yes!  We all hung out for the night until it was time for bed.  I got
to spread out almost sideways on the bed I had so much room to myself.  It
was great, plus I could smell Colin on his side of the bed, which was
awesome.  I think I deliberately slept in the middle of the bed to get the
most use out of it.  Sometime during the night, I half awoke to find a hand
around my penis and a body snuggled up against me.  I figured Colin must
have come home early which was alright as he was always nice and warm.  He
must have been there a while before I felt him, as his penis was between my
legs leaking a lot of precum.  Morning sex, or in this case, middle of the
night sex is always enjoyable as you are at your horniest.  I could feel
him breathing against my neck and gently humping himself against my crack.
I slowly moved my knees up so my ass was more readily available and he got
the subtle message.  His cock went all the way in and he began fucking me.
I must have been extra horny as I unloaded onto the bed almost at the same
time he unloaded into my ass. I felt him kissing my neck as his hand
wrapped around my chest with his dick staying inside me.  I was never
really fully awake, but once I came, I fell back asleep quickly.  I awoke
in the morning without a dick inside me and turned to say good morning to
see if he wanted round two, but he wasn't beside me.  I looked at the
bathroom and listened in case he was in there, but there wasn't a sound.
I'm telling you these dreams are getting more and more real.  I would have
bet my life on the fact that Colin fucked me last night.  Then I wondered
if maybe Kyle had gotten horny and strolled in to have fun during the
night.  He knew I was alone so maybe this was his way of saying hi.  I
strolled down to his room and sat on the side of his bed.  I pushed his
covers down to rub his back and he awoke with a sleepy smile.

"Missing Colin?"  He grinned.

"No, just wondering if you came into my room and fucked me last night?"

"Nope, but I'll be happy to do it now if you like.  My friend is already
happy to see you," he said throwing the covers the rest of the way off
himselfto show me his erection as he turned onto his back.  I shrugged and
straddled him to take a ride on the Kyle morning express.  It didn't take
long for him to blast his wad into me.  I kissed him and headed back to my
room.  First dream sex, now morning Kyle sex.  I love living here.  I
wandered past Blake's room and peeked in on him.  He was fast asleep with
his mop of curly hair covering his eyes.  I reached over to brush it out of
his face.  He looks so adorable sleeping like this.  His cute button nose
and long eyelashes were really attractive and you could almost see how
handsome he'd be as he got older; and when he was sleeping, he wasn't at
all annoying.  He stirred and opened his eyes to look at me.

"Hi Dad," he croaked sleepily.  "Whatcha doin?"

"Watching you sleep," I smiled.

"Okay creepy stalker dude," he giggled.  "Did I do anything fun while I was
sleeping?  We should record me one night to see how much I move around.
You wanna cuddle with me or something?"

"Sure, we're not in a rush to get up. We still have a couple hours."

"I'm already up, Dad.  It's called being 13.  Should I go pee it away, or
do you wanna help me with it?"

"You can pee it away," I laughed.

"Okay.  You probably had enough anyway, being old and stuff," he said as he
shuffled off the bed and strolled to the bathroom.  He has the cutest
little ass and I wondered if mine looked like that when I was his age.  I
wonder when you start getting hair in your crack, as it sure is annoying.
He came back a minute later with a much more deflated dick and crawled back
into bed.  "I'm gonna go back to sleep.  What time do I have to wake up?"

"In time for school," I replied.  An hour later I pried Blake off me as
he'd wrapped himself almost all the way around as if I were his own
personal blanket.  I went back to my room, threw on a shirt and shorts, and
headed downstairs for a coffee and cereal.  I surfed the net for a bit to
see if anything interesting had happened overnight, then headed back
upstairs to wake up Goldilocks.  I sat on the side of the bed and as soon
as I did, he opened his eyes.

"Hi Dad.  Watching me sleep again?"

"Nope, just came to wake you up.  You sleep well?"

"Best sleep ever."  He replied as he shuffled over against me.  I put my
arm over him and he snuggled in like a puppy.

"You ready to get up buddy," I asked.

He giggled.  "I'm already up, again.  Wanna see?"

"Nope.  All good.  I've seen it before. Many times," I replied not even
trying to entertain him again. "Do you know if Colin came home last night?"

"I don't think so.  He's in Toronto, remember?  Are you having more memory
things, Dad?"

"No.  Just thought he came home last night," I said.  I must miss him more
than I know if I'm having sex in my dreams that I can't distinguish from
reality.  "Gonna take a shower before we have to head out.  You should get
ready too."

I got off bed and headed back to my room to pee and shower.  I found myself
being followed by a walking zombie mop.  As I took a leak, he stood beside
me and took his own pee.  I tried not to look but he was making a
concentrated effort to make sure his stream hit mine.  Ignoring him seemed
the best option.  When we were finished, I flushed and headed for the
shower.  My mini shadow followed and I found myself with a shower partner.
He handed me the shampoo bottle and I just shrugged to myself and washed
his hair.  I know he's old enough to wash his own hair, but I kind of like
this tradition.  I wonder at what age he'll stop wanting to be around Colin
and me.  For now, I'll just enjoy the fact he likes us enough to want to
hang out.  I made a point of ignoring the erection that he'd obtained
between the toilet and the hair washing, as it was just a normal part of
the morning for most guys, especially at his age when they can't control
them yet.  I can barely control mine.  "Turn around Dad, I'll wash your
back," he offered, half turning me around and getting behind me before I
could really say anything.  He washed my entire back with the soap and then
moved the soap into my ass crack.  I quickly grabbed his hand and returned
it to my back to let him know my ass was just fine thank you.  "Okay, you
can rinse off now," he said finally.  I turned around to thank him and wash
the soap off and found him on his knees in front of me.  Before I could do
or say anything, he took hold of my balls and pulled them down so that my
cock followed and pointed straight at his face.  He opened his mouth and
went to go down on me.  I put my hand on his head and pushed him back.

"Down boy!  Not appropriate dude."

"You're more fun when you're sleeping," he complained as he stood up with
his hand around his erection.

"Ditto," I replied.

"You wanna just masturbate?"

"Or I could turn the cold water up and make them go away that way," I
counteroffered.

"You're silly.  If I don't do it now, I'll have a boner all day and we know
what happens then," he said as if I were the dumbest person alive.

"No, what happens then?"

"I end up doing it at a urinal somewhere and probably someone will see me,
and that leads to other stuff and then I get into trouble, and then you
come in and kick their ass and I cum anyway."

"Well we can't have that.  I guess you better choke the chicken then."

"Would you help me?"

"I think you can handle that by yourself."

"You're no fun.  Okay, but you gotta masturbate with me, okay?  Or you'll
have a boner all day too.  Kyle and Troy both said that the best way to
control them is to whack it when you wake up.  They do."

"They do huh?  And just how do you know that?"

"Cause I've had showers with them too, duh!"  He said rolling his eyes as
he beat off with his tongue out to the side of his mouth.  I wondered if
the tongue out was just a Blake move or if he'd learned that from Kyle and
Troy as well.  The whole time he was whackin' it, he was staring at my
dick.  I didn't want to encourage him, but he wasn't wrong.  Releasing the
morning load would keep us under control for the rest of the day.  Or at
least until lunch...the end of the first class at the very least...  I
slowly stroked my cock as I washed it, trying not to let Blake think I was
whacking off with him, but it didn't take much of that before I was fully
hard and stroking more firmly.  I could feel the cra`zy sensations building
that lead to the eventual end result.  Blake was nearing the point of no
return as he beat off faster, and without warning took a firm hold of my
cock, almost as if he were steadying himself, before blasting his morning
load all over the shower.  It was quickly washed away down the drain.  He
let go of me and looked up and smiled.

"We gotta do that every morning.  You want some help?  Do you remember how
to do it?  I could show you."

"I remember how to do it.  My memories are back, remember?  Or do you have
amnesia now?" I joked.  "Let's get dried off and dressed."

"Cool.  I think I should sleep with you tonight to keep you company.
You're probably lonely."

"Colin will be back by then," I reminded him.

"He likes it when we all sleep together too.  He'll have missed us too, so
it'll be good to make him feel better if we have a sleepover."

I just smiled and nodded as I looked at him.  This being a teenager was
confusing.  Not for Blake, for me.  On one hand he was a kid and on the
other he was way beyond his years.  I wonder if we all go through that.
The crossover between being the little kid and the adult we all want to be.
You could see the fight going on in him almost each day.  It probably
didn't help that he'd heard more adult conversations than most boys his
age, and seen more sex in this house than porn stars see in their entire
careers.  It was off to school for both of us.  I drove Blake, with Kyle
joining us, before heading to University.  Once we sat down, I decided to
have a little more fun.  I opened my laptop and booked Dickson for four
hours tonight.  By the time he arrived at the food court, he had obviously
gotten the email as he was giving me quite the look as if he were pissed at
me.  I seriously don't understand why he doesn't like me.  It's not like he
hasn't been having lots of sex.  I see all the bookings he gets and from
what I hear, he enjoys it all.  It's just me he dislikes for some reason.
I'd have to just get over it I suppose, but I really don't enjoy having
people dislike me.  At least I could use him for the next little while as a
`Q' executive.  Once we finished our morning coffee with the group I ran up
to Dickson as we were all heading to class.

"I'll send you a text with what we're going to do tonight.  I thought of
making it like a roleplaying," I smiled.

"Yep.  Got it.  See you at 6," he replied without any real emotion and
headed off.  I caught up with Nate for our first class.

"You ever get a wicked case of blue balls?"  Nate asked.

"No, duh.  That's for losers who can't get laid and don't know how to jerk
off," I answered insensitively.  "Uh, I mean, no, I usually whack off in
the shower in the morning if I wake up horny."

He just smiled.  "Well do you ever have a situation where you're horny and
try to beat off but just can't cum no matter how hard you try?"

"No," I laughed.  "God, why?  Is that a real thing? Can that happen?"

"It's been happening to me the past three days.  My balls ache and I can't
dump them.  I've been whacking it so hard that my dick is sore."

"Sounds like a straight boy problem.  Your dick is probably telling your
brain that you need the real thing and that your hand just isn't good
enough at the moment."

"Does that happen?"  He asked stopping to look at me, as he quoted me back.
I stopped and looked at him.

"How would I know? I live in a house full of gay guys and know a hundred
more. If I need to get laid I just go stick my dick in one of them.  It's
one of the perks of being gay.  No drama, just sex."

"Sometimes I wish I were gay if it's that easy to get laid," Nate said as
we resumed our walk.

Sometimes I wish the whole world were gay, I thought to myself.  Would sure
be easier, although I'm glad I live in Vancouver with our high percentage
of gay guys and even higher percentage of stoned straight boys looking to
give it up.  If you doubt me search Craigslist for straight boys.

Our classes finished just after lunch today, so Nate and I headed over to
his place to put the finishing touches on our assignment.  As usual we were
naked.  "Holy shit dude, you weren't kidding.  Your balls are way bigger
than normal, and they were big to begin with...Not to be inappropriate or
anything," I said as I looked at him.  It was quite impressive actually.
He should keep them like that all the time.

"Nah, it's not inappropriate.  I'm comfortable around you.  I wonder if
it's dangerous to let your balls get that full."

"I dunno.  At some point your body will probably dump them, like in a wet
dream or something.  You'll flood the bed." I laughed.

"Well it better hurry.  My balls actually hurt hanging like this.  It's
like someone filled my nutsack with lead weights."

"That sounds painful," I laughed.  "Well you do have a gay friend that
could help if you want it."

"You think Kyle would be into that?" he joked.

"Probably, but I was talking about me asshole," as I shoved him playfully
on the shoulder.

"Well, at this point I'd welcome the help if you're serious.  I mean it's
not like we haven't done it before," he replied.

"True.  Let's go over to the bed and get more comfortable," I suggested.
We left the couch and climbed onto his bed.  He lay on his back with his
legs spread.  I guess it was all up to me.  Of course I never pass up an
opportunity to suck cock.  I quickly went down and took his 7 inch uncut
dick down my throat.  I went to play with his balls, but he jumped as I
touched them.

"Sorry dude, they're pretty sore and painful.  Take it easy on them
please."

"Wow, really? They're that sore?  No problem, I'll be careful," I said as I
eased my grip on them.  Hi cock wasn't defective at all growing quickly in
my mouth as I got to work on it.  I sucked on him for a good five minutes
and nothing was happening.  I stopped and quickly ran to my pants to get
the bottle of emergency travel lube that I carry.  I bounced back on the
bed and went back to work on his cock.  After another couple minutes and no
eruptions of white lava, I could see what he was talking about.  Normally a
guy would have shot off by now.  I lubed my finger and rubbed it against
his ass, before inserting it gently into him.  He wasn't really ready for
that, and squirmed up the bed.

"No sure that's going to help," he said.  "I'm not a fan of things in my
ass."

Spoken like a true straight boy until they get a good hard fuck for the
first time.  But today was just about helping him with his medical
condition.  This wasn't sex.  Dr. Justin needed to cure his patient of his
pain.

"I get that, but if I stimulate your prostate, it may help you blow.  Maybe
you just have a blockage or something.  Like a cork in a bottle.  If I rub
it firmly, it might ease the flow."  I had no idea if that was true or
not...I'm not that type of Doctor.  I applied more lube to my finger and
re-inserted it, making sure to watch his face.  I love seeing a straight
boy getting his ass played with, especially that point where pain turns to
pleasure.  I lubed his cock as well so I could jerk him off at the same
time as I fingered his prostate.  That seemed calm him down, or take his
mind off his ass being probed.  He was rock hard and squirming around, but
nothing was happening.  "Wow, you really are stuck aren't you? Maybe it's
time for something more intense."  I lubed my cock and fingered more lube
into his hole, then inched up between his legs so I was right at his tight
hole.

Nate looked down and could easily see what I was about to do.  "Oh, dude.
I don't know if that's a good idea.  Maybe I should just go see a doctor
and get a pill or something.  The finger hurt so anything more would
probably be too much. Plus I'm still straight, so getting fucked isn't
really my thing.  Maybe I should fuck you."

"If blowing you won't get you off, me riding your cock won't do much more.
Just trust me, okay?  Let me help you get off and we'll never talk about it
if you don't want to.  I think this is what might make the difference.
It's something you've never done, something that should let your brain
release your load, more out of shock than anything."

"I dunno.  That might be a bit extreme."

"Extreme is what makes for good sex.  Trust me, will ya.  I'll go slow so
it doesn't hurt as much.  You just relax."  I inched up to his ass and the
tip of my dick touched his hole.  He immediately tensed up as he watched.
"Dude close your eyes or put the pillow over them or something.  Pretend
I'm a girl if that makes it easier."

"No matter how much I think of you as a girl, no girl has a huge dick that
they are about to shove up my ass.  If you were riding my cock, I might
think you were a girl."

"I'll ride your cock later, since you seem up for that, but for now, we
need to get that load free."  I put his legs on my shoulders and got into
position above him.  He mumbled `oh shit', and grabbed the pillow to throw
over his eyes.  It was so cute seeing just his nose and mouth visible
knowing he was probably freaking out inside.  I used a lot more lube and
pressed up against his hole and began to insert myself.  He immediately
tense up and gripped the bed with his hands.  "Relax and breathe buddy or
this will hurt like hell.  I won't fuck you for long.  Just enough to
change the pain to pleasure."

"How much pain?"  He asked as if there were a measurement for that.

"Less if you relax, extreme if you keep tensed up."

I felt him relax, so I pulled back out, added more lube to my dick and went
back in.  It pushed until the head was engulfed by his sphincter and formed
a nice seal. He gasped and clamped back on the bed again.  "Dude, that is
seriously painful.  Are you all the way in yet?"

"Sure.  The whole head is in.  Just another 8 inches to go.  Stop tensing
up.  You're like a straight boy."

"I AM a straight boy!  With a telephone pole up his ass.  How long does
this take?"

A telephone pole?  Cool.  I know I'm big, but telephone pole big?  Wicked!
"I only have the head in so far.  Take a deep breath, relax your ass and
push out slightly and let go of the bed," I laughed.  He took a few deep
breaths and it wasn't until the third breath that he actually released his
ass. I began to insert myself further and he went back to gripping the bed.
If that's his move, he can have it for now.  "Keep breathing and stay
relaxed," I said quietly as I moved slowly inside him.

"Fuck that thing is big.  Can gay guys actually take that all the time?"

"Of course.  Once you've been fucked and you realize how sensitive your
prostate is, you'll probably be asking me to come over once a week.  Why do
you think a lot of guys get their girlfriends to wear strapons?"

"They do?  Christ it feels like I have to take a major dump and it hurts
like hell."

"At first it does, but soon, you'll see the difference and you'll be
amazed.  Just try to stay relaxed so I can fuck you properly.  I pushed in
a little further as we talked and you could see him struggling with it.  I
leaned forward and pushed his legs further back so I could be in a better
thrusting position.  Then I decided that I'd come this far with him, we
might as well give him the whole nine yards.  (the typical length of my
dick in my mind).  I lowered my face so I was within millimeters of his and
pressed my lips against his.  He froze as I don't think he was expecting
that, but being pinned beneath me, he really didn't have many options at
this point.  I eased back from his lips and pressed further into his super
tight hole.  This would be messing with his brain big time.  He was focused
on the telephone pole in his ass and then he was getting kissed.  The brain
would be sending reinforcements all over his body to assist with the
attacks.  "Just enjoy it Nate.  It may never happen again."

"God, I hope not.  My ass feels like it's on fire.  Not sure about kissing
either."

"Such a wimp.  You want to cum, or not?"

"Yeah, or I sure wouldn't be letting you fuck me," He said quickly.

"Then shut up and let me do what I do best."  I pushed the rest of my cock
into him and as he cried out I pressed my lips to his and shoved my tongue
into him.  He tried to resist at first but once he saw I wasn't going to
back off, he began kissing me back and I felt his ass relax.  I fucked him
faster, using as much of my pole as I could to hit his prostate hard and
deep each time.  You could see him struggling with it, but like all horny
boys, regardless of what was happening, he was still as hard as a rock.  I
reached beneath us and began stroking him in unison with the fucking he was
getting.  We stayed like this for a good couple of minutes, not so much for
him, but for me.  I was totally enjoying this with Nate and had almost
forgotten what we were trying to do.  I sat back up, took hold of the back
of his knees and began to pound him like a total bottom boy.  I released
one knee, placing his leg on my shoulder and took hold of his cock.  I
stroked it firmly and you could feel it throbbing, but still no cum to be
seen.  We were definitely in a drought.  I put the other leg on my shoulder
and fingered some lube into my ass as I fucked him almost hands-free.

 Then as per the `how to get a straight boy to blow his load' manual, I
quickly pulled my cock out of him, almost with a pop, placed his legs flat
on the bed and rapidly straddled him.  I grabbed his hard cock, gave it a
bit more lube and without warning sat on it hard, all the way to his balls
and began to ride him, leaning down to kiss him with as much tongue as I
could ram down his throat.  I took hold of his nipples, which wasn't as
easy as it sounds, as both my hands were lubed up.

"Oh god," Nate said from beneath his pillow blindfold.

"Shhh, I'm not God.  Just God adjacent.  Close your eyes and fantasize
about whatever you want.  This isn't going to take long."  I rode him hard
making sure to take his full length on each bounce.  You could almost see
the concentration on Nate's face.  I rode him for several minutes and was
quite surprised that he hadn't cum yet.  This was highly unusual, so maybe
he really did have a medical condition.  I wondered if maybe it was plugged
like a damn or something.  I should get out a sounding rod and root around
in there.  "Switch positions.  You get on top and fuck me.  Maybe you need
the feel of being in control," I suggested.  He just shrugged as we moved
so that I was on the bed on my back and he was between my legs.  I lifted
them up onto his shoulders and reached for his cock to put it inside me.
He slammed it in quickly and began to fuck me hard and fast.  He was
panting and sweating like we were racing a marathon, which is a little
silly, as marathons don't take anywhere near this long to finish.  He
lowered himself so that we were chest to chest with his head right beside
mine, cheek to cheek.  I noticed that from the moment his dick went inside,
he'd closed his eyes.  I put one hand on the back of his head and stroked
his hair, the other rubbed his back almost down to his ass.  Then out of
nowhere, he moved his face and pressed his lips against mine.  I guess he
liked it after all.  I opened my mouth to allow for some tongue action.  He
may not blow his load, but I sure as hell was going to.  I love kissing and
being fucked.  I could do this all day.  I might actually have to if he
won't cum.  Then he got super aggressive with the kiss and grabbed my hair
as he fucked even harder and deeper.  If he'd gone to my sex lessons, he
would have been graduating with A plus plus pluses.  The whole time he'd
kept his eyes closed.

"Oh fuck!  Yes, oh god.  Here it comes!!  Yes!!! He hammered me hard and
his whole body began to vibrate and I could almost feel the two litres of
pent up cum flood my ass and rectum all the way into my stomach.  This
might actually be the first time I've have a cum enema.  I figured as soon
as he was done he'd pull out, go all weird like a normal straight boy and
we'd get on with our homework, but instead he just opened his eyes and
looked at me.  "Thanks Justin.  That was intense."  He put his lips back to
mine and kissed me again as he kept fucking.  If I'd had a watch on, I
probably would have looked at it to see how long this was taking.  He kept
pounding me and for a second time he shook and dumped another load into me.

"Finished yet?"  I asked when he came up for air.

"I think so.  You want me to keep going?"

"Can you?"  I asked impressed.

"I think so."

"Then keep going," I smiled.  He went back to kissing and fucking and I
just lay there like a cum dumpster.  True to his word, he came a third
time.  I was beyond impressed.  If I didn't have plans with Dickson later,
I might have laid there all night to see how many time he could go.  We
headed to the bathroom together where he jumped into the shower to rinse
off and I sat on the toilet to empty the cum out.  I have truly never seen
that much cum from one guy ever.  It looked like I'd been down at the club
in the sling for half a day taking loads.  I almost wanted to take a
picture of just how much had drained out of me.  I climbed in the shower
with him.

"I'm not going to be able to walk straight for a week," I said exaggerating
slightly to try and make him feel better.  He was actually pretty
good...for a straight boy.

"Sorry about that.  I have no idea what just happened, but dude I feel so
much better.  Whatever was stopping me from cumming, that cured it for now.
I'm sorry for kissing you but I just normally do that when I fuck, and it
felt so good that I forgot you were a dude."

"Thanks, and never apologize for kissing.  I think friends should be able
to kiss each other regardless of whether they're guys or not.  Look at
girls, they kiss each other.  Why can't guys?"

"I don't think they French kiss each other though.  Just a lip to lip
type," he laughed as we finished showering.

"Well, you can French kiss me anytime you want.  I really enjoyed that, and
if I can help you out again, just ask.  Next time I'm dumping my load
inside you though.  How's your ass?"

"Feels stretched, like if I were to take a dump it would just fall right
out."

"Perfect.  Then you got a proper fucking.  Did you like it though?"

"Not sure how to answer that.  If I say yes, wouldn't that make me a bit
gay, and if I said no, I'd be lying.  It hurt at the beginning but then it
felt actually pretty good.  When you first went in, it was like it was
burning, but after that it eased up.  I think if I hadn't been blocked, I
would have cum when you started jerking me off."

"I guess we'll have to do it again when you're not blocked and watch how
hard you cum."

He laughed again.  "Guess you're going to want to fuck me all the time now,
aren't you?"

"No, don't be silly.  Twice, three times a week...tops.  All the time would
just wear me out," I teased.

We dried off and dressed, which was a rarity, but somewhat expected
considering the previous event.  My guess is he wanted to get back to being
a straight boy.  We spent another couple hours on the assignment before I
had to head home.  I was super horny after such an amazing fuck that
Dickson was going to receive the benefit of that condition.  I texted him
instructions.

`b4 u arrive, make sure ur ass, cock & balls r smooth.  Lube ur hole
thoroughly.  Leave all clothes inside gate after it closes & walk to house
& enter. B ready 2 b used hard.'

He texted back `whatev."

Sounds like he was excited and really up for it.  I went downstairs to get
things ready.  If the boy wasn't going to come around and actually like me,
I might as well get as much out of him as I could until I could no longer
command him to show up.  When he finally buzzed the gate, I watched from
the upstairs window.  He waited until the gate had closed completely and
then stripped naked as he'd been told.  He walked to the house and I ran
downstairs to meet him.  It's not like he didn't know the place as he'd
certainly been here enough.  He entered and stood naked in front of me.
God he was cute.  "So let's get this over with," he said so seductively. He
has a way of turning me on with such banter.  I went behind him and put a
leather collar around his neck, followed by a similar leather cock ring and
secured it tight.  I put a chain from the loop in the front of the collar
down to the loop on the top of the cock ring.  He was already half hard,
which despite his objection to me, was a good sign.  I snapped a leash on
his collar and pulled him through the house and down to the adult play
room, where I took him over to the sling.  I pushed him on his back and got
him into position.  I lifted his legs one at a time and secured them into
the straps.  I pushed my finger into his hole and felt to make sure he was
lubed and clean.  He was and we were ready to go.  He was watching me
without saying anything, so I made a point of stripping so he could see.
My cock was almost hard thinking about him; or maybe I was still thinking
about Nate.  Bottom line, I was thinking about sex and still very horny.  I
went behind his head and pulled him back slightly so he was hanging back
off the sling.  Now he was in position from both ends.

"You been practicing deep throating?"  I asked.

"No," he replied curtly.

"Okay. Good to know.  So today's lessons will help with that.  I'll be
fucking your face until you can take my entire cock and then I'll fuck your
ass repeatedly until both ends of you can handle me. If you cum before the
four hours, you'll just have to deal with it."

"I won't cum.  Don't worry," he said bluntly.  It's too bad a boy that
looks like this is such an asshole, but I guess everyone has at least one
flaw.  His was his personality.  I was still trying to find my flaw, but
I'm sure if I keep looking I'll find it eventually.  Maybe I'll go
prematurely grey, or have to use Viagra when I turn 60, or something like
that.  I grabbed a blindfold and secured it around his eyes.  Then I took
each hand and tied him to the top of the sling.

"It's not like you haven't sucked cock before, so you know what to do. I'll
let you begin with just the tip of my dick to get used to it," I told him.
He complied and opened up.  I pushed the tip inside and he began licking
it.  The boy had sucked enough cock that I didn't need treat him like a
newbie.  "Good tongue action.  Now time to rub that throat raw.  I'll go
slow at first and then we'll get faster and deeper as you get in proper
rhythm."

"MMMk," he mumbled creating a vibration on my dick.  I pushed further into
him and the first couple of attempts he didn't quite have his breathing
right and almost gagged on it.  The third time, I rubbed his throat as I
felt my cock get close to the back of it.  That seemed to help as he
swallowed and I felt my dick as it slid into him.  I held there for just a
few second before pulling back to let him breathe.  I did that a few more
times to let him get used to it and loved it when I felt my balls bang off
his forehead.  If he had been British, he would have loved this.  We all
know they love tea, so a t-bag would be right up their alley.  I reached
for his nipples and played with them as I rhythmically fucked his face.  He
may say he doesn't like me, but his cock was saying differently.  It was
rock hard and kept twitching and jumping as I fucked his face and pulled
firmly on his tight little nipples.  I pulled out and his tongue darted out
of his mouth as if it were going after my cock.  I smiled and leaned down
to kiss him upside down.

"You liked that didn't you?"  I asked.

"No, just get this over with," he said with spit running down the side of
his face.  I wiped it up as it just wasn't a good look for him. "My throat
is getting sore."

"No worries, I'll give you something later to help with that."  A nice
coating of cum should ease the soreness and give him a protein boost to
finish the night.  I pulled his head back and pushed my cock back into him.
I watched his throat and loved seeing the bulge from my cock at each
thrust.  Despite saying he hadn't practiced, he'd obviously deep throated
before as he was really good at it.  I could go all night like this, but I
had lots of other ideas for Dickson, so didn't want this to end
prematurely.  I reluctantly pulled out and turned around and sat on his
face as I pulled my ass cheeks open.  "Give that hole a nice tongue bath,
boy."

"I don't rim," he complained.

"I don't remember asking if you did," I said as I grabbed his head from
between my legs and pulled it up to my hole.  I wiggled down hard on him
and just waited.  "You can rim me, or suffocate.  Your choice."  I thought
he might actually go for suffocate, but then I felt his tongue at my hole.
"Good choice."  I squirmed on him for a while as he rimmed me and again, he
was pretty good, despite his objections.  I stood up and went around to
drop between his legs.  I took hold of his cock and sucked on it along with
his tight balls, then continued to lick down his crack and push my tongue
into his hole.  This boy was meant for sex.  Every part of him was as hot
as the next and I almost didn't know what to use first.  When I was sucking
his cock, I wanted his tight balls. When I was sucking on those, the only
thing I could think about was getting my cock deep into his ass.  Then I
wanted to suck him off again.  Four hours may not be enough time.  I lubed
my finger and pushed it into his hole to feel for his prostate.  Once I
found it, I pulled his cock towards me and began sucking on it again.  I
made sure to deep throat him all the way to his balls, to return the favour
he had done to me, and each time I got fully down on him, I pushed my
finger hard against the prostate, causing him to moan.

"I'm gonna cum," he announced not long after I'd started sucking him off,
so I quickly removed my finger and let his cock go free.

"Hell, no.  Too soon for that.  Gotta make you last.  He was already
leaking precum all over the head of his dick and his stomach, or maybe it
was my saliva from the tonguing I gave his piss slit.  I stood up, coated
my cock and drove it deep inside him without any further prep or warming.
He tensed up and gripped the sling firmly with his tied up hands.  I didn't
let him get used to it and pounded his ass for all I was worth as I held
onto his upper thighs to give me extra thrust and depth.  He may have had a
lot of sex with Tripp and Kyle, but that ass was as tight as any virgin I'd
ever drilled.  Almost as tight as my ass.  Yes, MY ass!  I know what you're
thinking, and you're all douchebags.  I don't know how long I pounded him
for, but I was sweating hard by the time I realized I might be ready to
blow a load.  I'd been having so much fun, I almost forgot to play with the
rest of him.  I grabbed his cock to stroke it, pulled on his balls, and
tweaked his nipples, just to keep him interested.  He stayed hard the
entire time, which is a real testament to my skill, especially if the guy
truly didn't like me.  I was so close to blowing and decided not to waste
it in his ass.  I pulled out and quickly went back up to his head.  I
pulled it backward and wedged it between my legs.  I used one hand to push
his lower jaw down to open his mouth as I used the other hand to jerk off.
As I felt myself ready to jettison, I aimed the tip of my cock at his open
mouth and sent volley after volley of hot jizz into him.  I think I got a
bit in his nose too, which might make it difficult to breathe.  I let go of
his jaw, but he kept his mouth open as if he were going to spit my cum out.
That's not part of the plan at all.  I pushed his mouth closed and pinched
his nose.

"Swallow it," I said firmly as I watched his Adam's apple.  He did as he
was told, although you could see his forehead crease as he tasted it go
down.  Guess he's not a cum lover, which is too bad because I had even more
for him later.  I let him breathe again and went to get a Kleenex for him
to blow the cum out of his nose.  Have you ever tried to blow someone's
nose for them?  It's not as easy as mother's make it look on TV.  Of course
their kids don't have their hands tied as they lie almost upside down, but
I got the job done.  I went back between his legs and worked on sucking him
off again and fingering his hole.  I took my time and slowed each time I
felt him pulsate like he was about to cum.  Edge a guy long enough and
they'll beg you for released.  It's like Stockholm syndrome for the penis.
I finally increased the speed and intensity of the blowjob and he cried out
as he thrust his ass up, blasting his full sweet load into my mouth.  God
it tasted good and I really wanted to swallow it, but I was determined to
show Dickson that I was in charge of him tonight.  I went back up and put
my finger on his lower jaw again to open his mouth.  I pressed my lips to
his and opened up to let his cum pour out of me and into him.  Once he
realized what was happening he squirmed forcefully to try and get away from
me, but I held him in place and used my tongue to make sure his cum got all
the way in.  I kissed him (if you can call it kissing) for a good five
minutes before letting him have his face back.  I pushed his jaw closed and
told him to swallow, once again watching his Adam's apple.  He didn't.  I
tapped his nose.  "Swallow or we shut off your air supply again," I warned.
He swallowed.

"Asshole," he mumbled.

"Really?  I thought it would have had enough by now, but okay."  I grabbed
the vibrating inflating butt plug and went back to his asshole, since he'd
asked.  I inserted it and turned on the pulsating vibrations.  I inflated
it slightly to keep it firmly in place and then walked over to clean myself
up a bit.  While he was getting his asshole used like he wanted, I ran
upstairs to grab my good camera.  Kyle was in the kitchen and asked what I
was doing, since I was naked.

"Just fucking Dickson in the playroom."

"Nice.  How is he?"

"You should know.  He was your boyfriend.  You should go say hi.  I'm just
going to grab my camera.  I want some decent pics of him.  Maybe I could
make a short video of you fucking him."

"Sounds hot.  Does he know that you're going to make a video?  He never
liked his pic taken or stuff like that before."

"No, duh.  But he will. I'll put it on the big TV for him to watch just
before he goes home.  If you stay quiet while we do it, it will be an even
bigger surprise when he sees it.  We could start with you videoing me, then
you hand the camera over and I'll video you boning him, but you stay super
quiet so he doesn't know you're there.  That should be a fun reaction."

I raced to get the cameras and we ran back downstairs.  Kyle stripped and
entered the room with me where Dickson was still where I had left him. Tied
and blindfolded.  Kyle was already stroking himself hard with one hand
while videoing with the other.  Multitasking is the best.  I made a point
of making sure Dickson knew I was taking pics of him. "We want to get that
hot cock and ass documented so you have something to show people.  Don't
worry, I'll let you see everything before you go home."  I took a lot of
pictures of him, both up close and full body shots.  I put my dick at the
entrance to his ass and took some rapid shots as I pushed inside.
Meanwhile Kyle was standing beside me videoing the entire thing.  I fucked
Dickson for a bit and then pulled out and dropped to rim his ass.  I
reached up and took the camera from Kyle and turned around so he could get
his cock at Dickson's hole.  I was shooting from underneath and it looked
so hot as Kyle entered Dickson that I almost blew my load.  Kyle was biting
his lip to stay quiet as he fucked his ex-boyfriend and when he came it
looked almost painful for him not to cry out.  As he pulled his dick out, I
focused the camera to catch the cum dripping out of the hole. Some of which
dripped on me but it was the perfect shot.  Kyle squeezed his dick to get a
little more jizz out of it, and then in a true porn star moved rubbed his
wet dick on Dickson's hole and went back inside.  Damn, I was going to have
a jerk off video for weeks now.  When Kyle pulled out again he held
Dickson's ass open so that I could video more cum dripping out of it.  Of
course from where I was positioned, each time it dripped, it landed on my
chest.  Kyle grinned and lowered his face to stick his tongue at the wet
dripping hole.  We were going to have to show Ryan this video and get his
expert opinion on our skills.  Maybe we could be the next big thing in gay
adult entertainment.  From there I followed Kyle around to the other end of
Dickson where he lowered his face and made a point of visibly sticking his
tongue into him.  This was hot.  I handed the camera back to Kyle when he
was done and he watched as I sucked Dickson's nipples, licked down his body
and into his belly button, before continuing down to suck on his cock.  I
gave a pretty good show and even fingered his ass while I sucked him off.
Kyle caught every part of it.  I could feel Dickson about to blow and I
kept going until I felt the first splash of cum exit his dick into my
mouth.  I pulled off quickly to have the second jet hit me in the face, and
the next few all over his stomach.  That boy could cum!  I added the
finishing touches to the video by licking the cum off him and going back up
to drip it back into his mouth.  We were spent.  That was an epic session.
The last thing I did was to point to Kyle and then to my dick.  Filming it
all, he smiled and got quietly on his knees in front of me.  I took the
camera and watched as he sucked my dick, before I tapped him on the head
and then gave a silent cut notice with my hand.  Kyle stood up, quietly
kissed me and left the room.  I put the camera down and took a few more
still shots of Dickson before beginning to untie him.  I lowered his legs
and sat him upright before taking off his blindfold.

"Would you like some water?"  I asked.

"Sure.  Thanks," he said almost politely.

I got him a glass and waited until he was finished.  "Let's get you cleaned
up. To start with, you've got an ass full of cum."  I led him over to the
toilet in the corner and sat him down.

"You're gonna watch me?" he asked a little shocked.

I laughed.  "I hardly think you need to be shy.  I've had my tongue and my
dick in your ass.  Plus it's my cum in there that you're getting rid of.
Once you're done, we'll give you an enema to wash it out.  Would you like
warm water enema or piss enema?" I offered only half in jest.

"Water, obviously," he replied.  Obviously, I thought to myself.  As he
finished dumping the cum and stood up I took a quick look.  It was a fair
amount, if you ask me.  I led him to the shower and spent the next few
minutes washing him thoroughly before pushing the water nozzle of the enema
up his ass.  I let a litre of water in and then took him back to the
toilet.  I did that a couple of times, just because I wanted to.  I dried
him off and suggested we go upstairs to get something to eat.  Of course we
stayed naked.

Blake was in the kitchen with Kyle.  "Hey Dad, not to be an inquisition or
anything, but do we have any more peanut butter?  Hey, Dickson!"

"It's imposition, and no, I think that's the last of it.  Just tell ADAM to
put it on the list and we'll get some when we're out."

"ADAM, put peanut butter on the shopping list," Blake said looking at the
ceiling as if it were required to address ADAM.  The ding sounded to
acknowledge the request.  "Oh, ADAM could you also add caramel drumsticks,
chunky monkey ice cream and Cap'n Crunch cereal to the shopping list."  The
ding repeated.

"Just because you put it on the list doesn't mean you'll get it," I
reminded him.

"If we tell ADAM to order it, and have it delivered I will," Blake
countered.

"Touché," I smiled.

"Touché," Blake repeated with a grin.  "So were you guys having sex?  I
didn't see you by the pool?"

"That's none of your business, buddy.  Remember, boundaries.  Not everyone
wants to talk about things like that, especially when we have visitors. "

"That's a yes on the sex thing with Dickson, huh? Cool.  I figured.  You're
totally my Dad's type.  I'm gonna get abs like that when I get older," he
said staring at Dickson.  "How come you're not Kyle's boyfriend anymore?
Wanna all compare penises?  I think mine has grown some more."

"We're not comparing penises, and some of the stuff is none of your
business, Blake," I said quickly.  I already knew that Blake was bigger
than Dickson. Actually I should let them compare.  It might knock some of
the attitude out of Dickson.  I mean the boy was perfectly built with 6½
inches and a perfect toned body, beautiful square jaw face with piercing
blue eyes and blonde hair. His only flaw... he didn't like me.  Well, that
and the slight left curve to his dick, but we could snap it in half next he
boned up and put it in a splint to fix it.  Nothing major.

"Okay, see ya.  I gotta go call the guys.  We're homework skyping tonight."

"Isn't it a little late for that?"  I asked.

"Nah, we're only gonna be an hour," he said as he raced off.  I turned my
attention back top Dickson

 "So I should show you those pictures I took earlier and you can see which
ones you want to take home," I suggested.  He didn't really say anything as
he followed me into the media room.  Kyle tagged along behind us, where
he'd already set up the video camera. The three of us settled down on the
chairs and I hit the play button.  The look on Dickson's face was
interesting as he hadn't caught on for the first few minutes as to who was
filming.  It wasn't until Kyle pulled back for a long shot that Dickson
could see that it wasn't me videoing.  He looked at us and then spoke.

"Who was taping this?"  He asked.

Kyle smirked. "Me."  Dickson just remained quiet as he watched himself
being fucked.  Then squirmed a little as Kyle and I changed places.  Once
it was over, I looked at Dickson and smiled.  He was hard again.

"Looks like you enjoyed seeing that," I remarked.

"Yeah, actually that was pretty hot.  Would you make me a copy?  I'm sure
Tripp would want to see it," he asked almost civilly.  I suggested we take
care of his erection and make a follow-up video.  I put the camera on the
table and set it recording as Kyle stripped and put his cock in Dickson's
mouth.  I went and got on my knees to suck Dicky's dicky.  That's what I
should call him from now on...Dicky.  He'll hate it.  I stood up and
keeping the position of the camera in mind, stood beside Kyle and put my
cock next to his so that Dickson now had two cocks to suck.  Kyle and I
kissed as we were being serviced.  Once we were both good and horny, we put
Dickson on his knees on the floor with his head toward the chair.  Kyle sat
on the chair in front of him and I got behind him.  We spit roast him until
I came and then switched positions.  Dickson was hard the entire time.  We
lay him on the floor and I went to get the camera for a close up as Kyle
squatted over him and rode his dick. I knelt over his face and kissed Kyle
while Dickson sucked my balls.  Then to my absolute surprise, he licked my
ass, so I squatted a little bit lower and before I knew it, he was giving
me a full rimming.  I thought he didn't like rimming.  We'd broken him in
like a wild horse.  Finally!  I kissed Kyle harder trying to keep up with
him as he bounced on Dickson's cock.  I finally moved out of the way so
Kyle could lean down to kiss his old boyfriend as Dickson thrust deep into
him.  Do you know how hard it is to run a camera and participate in the
video as well?  Trust me it's not easy.  Dickson announced he was going to
cum, and I got in super close to reach out and grab his cock.  I pulled it
out of Kyle while trying to keep the picture in focus.  I made it just in
time as Dickson shot a small load against Kyle's ass.  I always love that
in porn when they cum and use it as lube to go back inside, so that's what
I did.  I rubbed it around Kyle's hole and pushed Dickson back inside.  He
gave a few more thrusts before pulling out again.

"That was pretty hot," Dickson admitted.  "You may be a spoiled rich kid,
but one thing I'll say for you.  You know how to have sex."

"Thanks.  I think that might actually be the nicest things you've actually
said to me.  We should go get cleaned up."  We headed upstairs to Kyle's
bedroom for a shower together and I told Dickson he was free to go. We made
the copy of the video so he could have it before he had to walk back to the
gate naked.

"It really is too bad the two of you broke up.  He's one hot fuck," I
commented with my arm around Kyle's waist as we watched Dickson leave.

"I know right.  But at least you can still use him whenever you like for
the next little while. Maybe if you show him more kinky things, and just
keep being you, he'll eventually come around and do it on his own.  I know
Tripp is a kinky bitch, so your next session should be to get the two of
them together and dominate them both.  You should tie them up so their
heads are together, lip to lip and then introduce them to watersports."

"Nice. I might just do that.  Now who's the kinky bitch?"  With that my
night was basically over and I headed up to bed.  I wasn't expecting Colin
home until after midnight as he had some reception to attend, but I lubed
my ass in hopes that he might be horny when he got home.  He didn't
disappoint as I felt him slip into me as he got into bed later.  I was
lying face down, so I just spread my legs a bit and he lay on top of me
just casually thrusting in and out of my ass.  He began to kiss my neck as
he kept fucking, then he used his legs to pull mine closed and create a
tighter fit as he just kept thrusting.  I like fucks like this.  Just
enjoying each other with no real energy being expended.  That didn't last
long though as he rolled off me and onto his back.

"Ride my cock, baby.  I want to play with that big dick of yours," he said
as he lifted it up into position.  I smiled and straddled him to take him
all the way inside.  I was rock hard from the nice fuck, so it was bouncing
up and down in front of me.  Colin took hold of it and stroked me for a
bit, before putting his hand up and pulling my head down to meet his.  He
kissed me and I could taste the alcohol on his breath.  If those receptions
get him this horny, he should go to one every night, or take me along and
we can make out in the coat room.  I've always wanted to do that.  Grab
everyone's expensive jackets, throw them in a big pile on the floor and
make out naked on them.  Weird, but true.  It's on my bucket list.  Check
it out.  He finally came inside me and then slowed down considerably.  I
was folded in half with his dick inside me, but I was totally comfortable.
I put my head on his chest and I think I fell asleep like that.

I awoke in the morning and was back on my stomach lying beside him.  I put
my hand over his chest and rubbed it gently.  He woke up and smiled at me.
"Hi baby."

"Hi honey," I replied as I leaned over to give him a kiss.  He rolled on
top of me and for the second time in just a few hours, he fucked me again.
We kissed and fucked for the better part of an hour before getting out of
bed.  I could have stayed there all day with him.

As we had breakfast, Troy mentioned that Porter and Ian were finally
talking to each other again, which was good news.  I'd hate to think I'd
somehow been just a tiny bit responsible for breaking up a lifelong
friendship.  I'd have to be more careful in the future.  Justin rule number
231.  Never fuck straight boys when their friends are in the same building.
Write that down.  "I invited them to the car wash on Saturday," Troy told
us.

"Are they both going to go?"  I asked.  I would have asked if they were
both going to cum, but I think that's a given.

"Ian said he wasn't sure if he could do that, but he also didn't say no.
Porter said he'd definitely be there and is working on Ian.  I think he's
slowly coming out of his shell."

"Nice.  Another straight boy for the car wash.  This is going to be epic.
I think I'm going to limit myself to only 12 straight boys for the day.  I
don't think could fuck more than that."

"The whole concept of straight really is lost on you isn't it?"  Kyle
laughed as he patted me on the back.

"Look, some join the military to serve their country, I choose to service
my country like this.  Get over it.  Justin Masters, a full service
operative."

"I'll bet that if you get one straight boy it'll turn out he was a closeted
gay guy."

"You're on.  I'll bet I get 12 of them and I'll even get a group of them
together, like a frat house porn video."

"Now that I'll watch!"  Kyle chuckled.

Kurt had confirmed that he convinced a lot of straight boys to show up for
the car wash on Saturday, and they in turn would convince more, then tweet
it out for people to show up to have their cars washed.  He had shown me a
couple of the messages that had gone out already from some of the guys.
`Will b washing cars naked on Saturday with rest of swim team, c u there.'
`Football team doing charity naked car wash Saturday.'  Holy shit, this
thing would go viral.  It wasn't just going to be a `Q' event, it was going
to be a city wide event. Not only that, we'd have football players and
swimmers naked at the car wash.  I'm gonna have to jerk off six times
before we go on Saturday morning or I'd be embarrassing myself in front of
all of them.  I put my brain in gear and came up with a plan for after the
event.  Since my brain only thinks of one thing in a case like this I had
drawn out my idea and called one of the contractor friends of Colin's and
explained it to him.  He said he'd come over tonight to discuss it with me,
so I was excited to see what we could come up with.

"Oh, just to let you all know," Colin said.  "The new cars are going to get
here faster than I expected.  They've cleared customs and will be here
Friday afternoon.  If any of you see Kurt before that, you can let him know
as I'm sure he'll want to be here for their arrival.  It's all he's been
talking about for the past week."

"If you'd just kept your dick in his mouth, he wouldn't be able to talk at
all.  Do I have to do everything around here," I said shaking my head.  We
heard a giggle from the back stairs as Blake came down for breakfast.

"Good one Dad," he said looking like he just crawled out of bed.  He still
had a semi hard-on showing through his underwear from his morning wood, but
who doesn't around here.  He may only be 13 but he's as horny as any of
us. "My friend Conrad says that the best way to shut a bitch up, so I guess
it applies to guys too huh?"

"Well, I was just joking, Blake.  It'd be pretty rude to say that about
someone and actually mean it. You have to treat someone with respect and
only talk about sex that way if you know they could take the same comment
in person, otherwise it would be disrespectful.  You shouldn't be listening
to Conrad.  That boy is a bad influence."

"Sounds like you need a cock in your mouth," Blake said under his breath as
he got a cereal bowl out.  Kyle almost spewed his coffee all over the
counter as he reacted to the comment with a huge grin trying not to laugh.

"What did you say?"  I asked quickly.

"Just said you all like cock in your mouth.  Just a general observation,"
he said recovering quickly.  I noticed Kyle fist bump him when he sat down
beside him.  I have to admit, it was a clever come back, but not one you
want to hear from your semi naked son first thing in the morning.

"Oh, I'm going to go to the car wash on Saturday.  Don't worry I'll
behave," Blake said as comment rather than a question.

"Let me think about it.  There's a lot that goes on there, not just the car
wash.  Not sure it'd be appropriate for you."

"You mean the sex stuff, right?"

"Right."

"I figured, but I would only go to wash cars with you guys.  I wouldn't do
the sex stuff.  I've just never been to a naked car wash in my entire life,
so I think it would be fun.  Plus what's the big whoop?  Nobody here wears
clothes and we go to the nude beach, and dude..." he said patting me on the
back.  "I've seen you guys all have sex.  Not gonna freak me out if I see
other people doing it.  Might even learn how to do it the right way."

"Epic Burn," Kyle laughed.

"Like I said, let me think about it.  I just have to make sure it would be
okay for you to be there.  I'm not worried about you being naked, I'm just
not sure of the setup yet and whether it would work for you."

"If it helps, I'll masturbate before I go so I don't get a boner or
anything.  I wouldn't want to make all your friends feel inadequate if they
have smaller penises than a 13 year old," he said casually as he ate
breakfast.  Again Kyle tried not to break out laughing.

"You probably would," I agreed.

It was a normal day for the most part after that.  The contractor had
agreed to meet me at 6, which was perfect.  When he did arrive, a lot of
the guys were already home, including Colin so they were curious as to what
I was up to.

"With Kurt bringing straight boys to the car wash, I figure we'll host a
volunteer party afterward to thank everyone.  I was thinking that a lot of
them will be horny and being straight, they probably won't be into doing
guys, or so I've been told, so I thought of a way to let them have fun
without jeopardizing their straight boy persona," I started explaining.

"Great idea.  Are we making it a naked party, like the car wash?" Kyle
beamed.

"That's the plan," I said with a big grin.  "But I thought if we build a
glory hole wall, it would give the straight boys a place to have some of
their own fun.  Set it up in one of the bedrooms that connects to the other
bedroom.  We have straight boys enter bedroom one and they can stick their
dicks through the hole and get head.  Gay guys enter the second bedroom to
give the head.  I also added a second feature.  The hole will be made
extra-large so if anyone wants to get into fucking they can.  We Velcro a
fabric cover over the hole with a slit in it for the blow jobs, however if
the guy wants to fuck, he removes the fabric cover and pushes himself
against the larger opening.  Any gay guy on the other side that wants to
get fucked, just backs up onto the cock sticking through."

"What if the straight boy wants to get fucked?"  Kyle smirked.

"I doubt he'd do it in front of all the other straight boys, but if he does
he just turns around and puts his ass against the hole in the wall and
someone will give him what he wants.  Whatever gets them off."

"That definitely sounds like a Justin party.  Still think you haven't
mastered the concept of straight and gay yet though.  But I've got a better
place than the bedroom," Colin said almost eagerly.  "How about we add a
removable door between the adult and kid playroom and make the side of the
adult playroom the glory hole wall.  We could make it so that the hole
could be sealed up from the inside for when we don't want it. Instead of a
fabric hole, we could make it so that a square section slides down if you
want more than a blowjob.  Put in about six holes and make it permanent."

"Fuck yeah, that could add some epic fun to all our parties," Troy said
smiling as we watched the contractor draw up plans. Good thing this guy was
a member of the `Q' or this could have been a really uncomfortable meeting.
We would soon have a glory hole wall, ideal for nervous straight boys.
Plus they would have the half bathroom just down the hall to be able to
clean up.  Gay guys could enter the adult playroom and have their fun,
while straight boys could use their imagination about who they were playing
with.  Of course six straight boys could be in the hall at once so they'd
have someone to talk to if they wanted, and for most of it they'd have some
sort of privacy as they'd be pressed up tight against the wall.  We would
install handles for them to hold on to which gives them a bit more
stability.  Plus in my mind, I'd make it a dark hallway and sneak down the
line of boys against the wall, handcuff them to the handles they were
holding onto and fuck them stupid while they were being blown.  Every one
of them would come out of gloryhole alley realizing they loved sex with
guys.  God I was getting myself horny just thinking about it.  I wanted to
put a video camera in the hallway attached to a monitor so we could see
which boys were getting some action.  I might be able to round up a few
straight boys afterward for my own private fun.  Maybe the guys were right
though.  Maybe I didn't understand straight boys like I should.  Maybe if I
just cuddled with a few and we talked, I'd get it.  He said it would only
take a day to do the work and he'd start on it right away.

At University during the week, I made a point of telling the group about
the car wash and the after party, and for them to tell others.  Linda and
Robyn laughed as asked if we really thought that many straight boys would
show up to get naked, and if they saw a girl, would it be like a pack of
drooling puppies over a bone and none of them would get laid.  I explained
that that's why we would have a party afterward.  We'd even let girls show
up at it and see who got what action there.  They said they were in for
sure and would find a few friends to drag along.  Nate was excited and
agreed that he'd be there.  Tank said he'd be there too.  I shuddered at
the thought of seeing this brick wall naked.

Dickson and Tripp had to be there as new `Q' members but Dickson actually
seemed excited about the idea.  I figure we put him in the adult room as a
cum dumpster for anyone who needs to leave a load somewhere.  I haven't
told him that yet.  Friday morning was a wild frenzy of activity as we
prepared for the arrival of the new cars.  Kurt and Patrick had spent the
night in one of the guest rooms and had got up early to begin moving all
the cars into the underground parking or out of the way for the arrival of
the new vehicles.  Blake had asked to stay home from school to help, but
much to his displeasure, he was told he had to go.  Kyle gave him a ride on
the back of the bike.  I still think he looks so cute holding onto Kyle
like that.  Those two were brothers thru and thru, and he even introduced
Kyle as his big brother, which I think is good for him to have that role
model.  Colin got word that the cars would be here within the hour, and
from Kurt's reaction, you'd think we were expecting the Pope, or President
of the United States, or Cher.  Cher might be more for me than Kurt.  Colin
showed us the list of arriving cars and I'm sure I actually heard Kurt go
hard so fast he made a `boing' sound.

1967 Ford Mustang convertible 1930 Lotus Model A convertible 1940 Mercedes
540K 1929 Duesenberg 1933 Bugatti Type 51 1971 Movie Replica Car 2012
Marussia B2 2014 Aston Martin Vanquish Volante 2014 BMW i8 2015 Lamborghini
Veneno 2010 Ferrari 612 GTO concept car 2012 Aston Martin One-77 2014
Ferrari F-60 America

"What's a 1971 Movie replica car?" asked Patrick as we scanned the list.

"You'll just have to wait and see," Colin smirked.  "I've been building
this collection for a while and some of these were really hard to get.
That was one of them."

I took a look at the customs documents and then suddenly felt sick.  I
almost had to sit down or breathe into a bag.  "The value of these cars is
$14 million dollars?  Is that right?"

"Probably," Colin said.  "But it's mainly the Lamborghini Veneno and
Ferrari F-60 that jacked the price up," he said casually.

I looked at the two of them.  One at 4.7 million, the other at 2.5.  We
could never drive these.  We'd have to wrap them in cotton balls and seal
them in an air tight chamber.  Hell, even the 1929 Duesenberg was 1.2
million. "And where exactly do you plan on keeping a Duesenberg?  We can't
exactly fly it over the house," I said shaking my head.

"That's a Hindenburg," Colin laughed as he put his arm around me and pulled
me against him.  Whatever. Hindenburg, Duesenberg, Iceberg.  It's all the
same to me.  Using the elevator to get the existing cars to the lower
garage wasn't as easy as it sounded.  It was a tight fit and then the
elevator was hydraulic so it moved slower than one you'd have in an office
tower.  Colin had put a piece of paper down on the floor where he thought
each car should go to have the best presentation for the large windows into
the house.  He stood back looking as if he could see them already.  I stood
looking too, but all I could see was the cars we already had and a bunch of
paper on the floor.  I guess I can't imagine what I haven't seen yet, so I
pictured cute naked boys in the place of cars and it looked better.  I
almost got the same boner as Kurt.

The cars finally arrived and it was like we were opening a car dealership.
The car carrier transport trucks arrived in a convoy.  I guess I was
thinking the cars would be driven up, but they had all been wrapped and
carefully placed on these big trucks.  As each one was uncovered, it was
driven off the vehicle and presented to Colin to inspect.  Once he was
satisfied that there was no damage, he signed for it, and either he or Kurt
drove it into the underground parking.  I just looked over each car with
amazement.  The old cars were cool, but I was still a fan of the newer ones
myself.  I was itching to see the car worth 4.5 million dollars.  Jesus if
you got dust on it, the value would go down.  This was a fierce looking
vehicle.  It was a deep red with red trim around the wheels and a pointy
nose.  The back of it looked like a jet plane.  I think we should take it
out with the other Lamborghini's and have a bit of a parade, after all this
was now the fourth in the collection.  The Lotus was weird.  It had the
steering wheel on the wrong side.  No wonder it was so expensive.  It's
like those stamps they print upside down and they become worth a piss pot
full of money.  When they unloaded the Aston Martin, Colin had it put
aside.

"That'll be my new car of choice.  I'll retire the roadster," he mentioned.
I went and took a look at it.  The exterior was a deep burgundy and the
interior a rich leather brown with burgundy trim around the seats.  Meh, I
liked the Mercedes better, but who was I to judge.  I was happy with the
Camaro when I first got it.  The final car to be unveiled was the one
marked as the 1971 Movie Replica.  We all watched as the covers were
removed and this weird looking car made of a shiny steel round hood, almost
matching the 1933 Bugatti in design. It had big red wheels and exterior of
the main seats looked like a boat made of wood, with red upholstery. The
whole thing was finished with brass trim.  That has to be the strangest
looking car I'd ever seen and the thing was huge.  It was way longer than
the other vehicles and the dashboard was nothing like I'd ever seen before
either, plus the steering wheel was made out of wood.  It was another car
with the steering wheel on the wrong side.  The gauges looked like
something you might see on a submarine.  It looked like some guy had
scrounged junk yard parts and made a car.

"What the hell kind of car is this?"  I asked Colin inspecting it carefully
with the other guys.

Colin was grinning from ear to ear.  "Guys, meet Chitty.  Chitty, meet the
guys."

I kept my next comment to myself.  It was Chitty alright, but I think he
was saying it with a `c' instead of an `s'.

We looked at him at if he were crazy, especially since the manifest said he
spent 1.8 million on it.  I now had my indisputable grounds to have him
committed and take over his empire. He looked at all of us and frowned.
"Oh, come on!  Don't tell me you've never seen the movie Chitty Chitty Bang
Bang."

"Sounds like a porno," I grinned.

"Seriously?  1968 Dick Van Dyke classic musical."

"Now you're just making it sound like Lesbian Porn... Dyke..." I added as I
teased him.

"Okay, once we get these all put away, we're so watching that movie.  Then
you'll understand.  This is one of the original cars used in the show.  It
took me forever to find it and have it restored to its original status."

"What's next the Family Truckster?"  I chuckled.  It was the only movie car
I could think of at the spur of the moment.  Don't judge me. I like that
movie.

"Is it for sale?"  Colin asked looking at me.

"Don't you dare!"  I warned.

"Get the Ecto-mobile from Ghostbusters," Troy suggested.

"Or how about the Batmobile.  The original.  Not those lame remakes," Kurt
added as we began naming off movie cars for Colin to get.

"My vote is for the Delorean from Back to the Future and we could go back
in time and stop the madness," I grinned shaking my head.

"Don't forget the General Lee, or that one from Starsky and Hutch, or the
Love Bug," Kyle added.  "What about the van from the `A-Team? I pity da'
fool that buys that," he said in his best Mr. T. voice.  We all laughed and
fortunately that brought the conversation to an end, although in my mind, I
was racing through other vehicles in case I had to participate later on in
the day.  So far, I had the Trans Am from Smokey and the Bandit, and the
van from Scooby Doo, as well as the Trans Am from Knight Rider or that one
from Green Hornet.  Colin got into the Chitty car, and told us to watch.
He pulled a lever and the wings came out the side, front and back.  I
stopped moving.

"It flies?"  I asked stunned.  Okay, this car had now had my attention.

"Not for real, but it does in the movie.  It also floats like a boat, hence
the seats."

"So does it float, or was that just the movie too?"

"Just movie," he said pulling the wings back in.

Okay, interest lost again.  Just a weird car that was going to take up a
shit load of space in the garage.  I was more interested in the Aston
Martin one-77.  It looked way cooler than the Aston Martin that Colin was
going to use as his every day car.  He should use the other one.  I looked
down the list and then swallowed hard when I saw that it was 1.4 million
versus $305, 000 for the other one.  I see why he chose the Volante over
the One-77.  What the hell is the point in all these vehicles if we're
never going to really be able to drive them?  This is a huge waste of
money.  Do you know how laid I could get with 14 million bucks?  I'd be
able to get...ummm. Let's see carry the one, multiply, or is it divide by a
factor of cuteness and then take into account number of abs and age of
boy...Well, I don't know, but I'm sure it'd give me a lot more years of fun
than cars we couldn't drive regularly, if at all.

"So we should go try and do a Thelma and Louise off the cliff in the Shitty
Shitty Bang Me car," I laughed.  That would change the whole ending of that
movie if we could fly away.

"Chitty, not Shitty," Colin corrected.  "Yeah, we could remake the ending
in this vehicle.  How fun would that be?  Maybe do a spoof on it for a
Blurred lines episode."

Once the vehicles were all in place and the lighting adjusted properly,
Colin said we should go downstairs to see what it looked like.  We headed
to the lower level of the house and stood in front of the wall.  Colin hit
the button to slide the solid wall out of the way and reveal the large
glass windows.  We stood in awe looking at the presentation in front of us
like a showroom, or a museum.  It was incredible.  I almost got the appeal
at that point.  It was like a magical room where the light bounced off all
the shiny vehicles.  A straight boy's wet dream, and apparently Colin's.
Kurt was almost drooling as we looked in on them all.  I counted 18
vehicles in total, not including our everyday ones like the Maserati's,
Roadster, SUV, Ducatti bike, etc.  With those we had 12 more.  Christ, 30
vehicles.  I know car dealerships that don't have that many.  I still liked
my BMW and Maserati.  Just nice every day vehicles that you could drive
without worrying about.  Hell, I even like Kyle's Ford Sport Trac or J.P.'s
Charger.  Although he really had to get rid of that, now that the city
police had bought all new black Dodge Chargers as their main vehicles.
They looked intimidating, but anyone driving a black Charger now looked
like a cop, so J.P. should sell it and get something else.  Ryan was the
one using it the most as J.P. used the Maserati like the ones Justin and I
had.  Note to self.  Buy Ryan a different car for his birthday.

We finished up with the cars and ran upstairs to watch the Chitty movie.
What a stupid fucking movie, but it sure lived up to its name.  It was
Chitty alright.  At least I now knew where that car came from and ok, it
was kinda cool after all.  For god sake don't tell anyone I said that.
Cool is the Lamborghini Veneno.  Dorky nerd is the Chitty Bang Me car.
Blake raced home excitedly after school and straight up to his bedroom
without saying much. I thought he'd be down to the cars and crawling all
over them.  He stayed in his room until almost dinner time, and when he
finally resurfaced, he looked pretty hot.  His hair was done, he was
wearing my cologne and if I didn't know better, I'd say he'd shaved.  Not
that he has anything to shave, unless peach fuzz on that cute little face
counts.  He was wearing his black skinny jeans, a tight fitting red shirt
and black blazer.

"What's the occasion?"  I asked with a smile.

"Uh, going out with Colton tonight, duh!" He said as if I were the dumbest
person alive to not know that.

"Yeah, duh!" mimicked Kyle fist bumping Blake.

"You're going to a movie right?"

"Dinner and a movie and then we're back here for Blurred Lines and then I'm
sleeping over at Colton's.  We're making a night of it," he said casually
as he grabbed a cracker.

"Sounds like you'll have fun.  Just behave alright?"

"I always behave Dad.  I'm the Blake!"

"The Blake, huh?  That's what I'm worried about," I said sarcastically.

"Relax old man.  I won't do nothing I'm not allowed to do.  I'll be a
perfect gentleman on our date."

"Somehow I doubt that," I smiled.

"Don't sweat the petty stuff and don't pet the sweaty stuff," he said as he
patted me on the back as he quickly checked his pockets.  He had his phone,
breath mints, lube and money.

"What's the lube for?"  I asked quizzically with a smirk.

"If I have to explain that Dad, I think it's time for me to have the talk
with you, or look for one of those old folks homes for you to live out the
rest of your years.  When a guy has sex, you put it on your penis to make
it slide better.  If you need me to show you how it works, just let me
know."

"Okay, Mr. Smart ass.  I know what lube is for, I just want to know why you
need it on your date for dinner and a movie."

"Well, I am sleeping over at Colton's, and he's still 15.  So if I play my
cards right, I should be getting some serious action tonight."

"Action?  Like video games and push-ups?  He has a boyfriend."

"And you're married, and everyone here has a boyfriend and does stuff with
other people. I also have a girlfriend.  What's that got to do with it?"

Colin laughed.  "He's got you there.  Just remember Blake, that no means
no.  If he doesn't want to do anything with you, you have to respect that."

"Oh, puh-leeez.  Who wouldn't want all of this?  I'm the Blake!"

I was just about to comment when the doorbell went.  Blake rushed for the
door and flung it open.  Colton entered and it was nice to see that he'd
also put some effort into looking good for their `date'.  God, maybe Blake
was going to get laid after all.  Colton turned 16 in a couple of weeks, so
that would put a stop to Blake being able to have him.  Before Colton could
get comfortable in the house, Blake pushed him outside and yelled `bye' to
all of us and slammed the door before we could saying anything.

"He's definitely your son," Colin laughed.

"`Cause he's so cute?"  I asked hopefully batting my eyelashes at him
seductively.

"That, and he's one horny little dude and a bit of a player,"

"Don't worry, Colton already told me that he has no intention of having sex
with Blake."

"You've met Blake right?"  Colin grinned as he leaned in to kiss me.
"Something tells me he'll be running over to get a second bottle of lube if
he takes after his old man."

"You're older than me, so what does that make you?  Grandpa?"  I chuckled.
"What did he mean he has a girlfriend?  Who's his girlfriend?"

"I think this week it's a girl named Celia," Kyle answered.  "I'm not sure
if it's so much a girlfriend, as girl of the week.  Blake seems to have
different people around him all the time now.  From what I've seen, he's
hitting on older people and when his cute factor wears off, he moves on to
someone else."

"Is he having sex with all of them?"  I asked slightly concerned.  I mean I
have to look out for my boy, and more importantly, my reputation as the
king of sex in the family could be in jepoardy.  I can't have my 13 year
old son out performing me in this area.

"I doubt it.  The girls love him because he's outspoken, cute and rich, but
I doubt they see him as a sex object.  My guess is that they are using him
to get to the older boys he hangs out with.  Now those guys I think would
be into having sex with Blake."

Hell, I've seen some of the older boys he hangs out with.  I'd do almost
all of them.  I may use him myself as a wingman.  "My son, the pimp.
Fabulous," I grinned.

Slowly everyone arrive at the house to get ready for tonight's episode of
Blurred Lines.  Ben and Reece came over with Chance.  Lucas, `Marvin' and
Troye were there as well, along with Ryan and J.P. This was the big night
where we were being revealed as triplets.  Colton and Blake had gotten back
from the first half of their date and Blake was still buzzing about it.
Even more so about the fact he would be sleeping over at Colton's tonight.
Tomorrow, after the show aired, we'd have gay boys all over the world
wanting us.  I'd be trending and probably go viral.  Which in the olden
days would have been a bad thing as it meant something entirely different.
First time I told my parents that, they asked if I needed to go to the
doctor for antibiotics.  Everyone wants to go viral now though.  I wonder
if we'll get a contract to be underwear models, maybe with Andrew
Christian, or to be the faces (and chests) of Abercrombie and Fitch.
J.P.'s contract said he couldn't do nudity, but I signed no such agreement,
which seemed silly since we were identical, but we agreed to support him on
that anyway.  So porn was out, as was a nude rally to protest school
uniforms.  Not that there was such a rally, but if there was, we couldn't
participate until the show added nudity to it's weekly shoots, and even
then I doubt we'd be showing penis, just ass.  Which is fine as I have a
hot ass...we have a hot ass, I should say.

It was a casual night, so some of us were just in t-shirts and underwear.
Others were dressed up like Blake and Colton, and others had brought their
fleece lounge pants and were shirtless, like Ben and Reece.  Blake sat
beside Colin and me, so I put my arm around his shoulder.  He snuggled in
against me and put his leg over Colton's.  The kid is affectionate, that's
for sure.  Then he looked up at me.

 "Okay Dad.  Time for your urine test.  Saw it on Mighty Med."

"Do I dare ask what that means?"  I said looking at him cautiously.

"It's easy.  Do you know what city urine?  Get it?  Your-in?"  He giggled.

"Funny."

"Yep funny.  Did you know that fire trucks are actually water trucks?"

"Why are people IN movies, but ON TV?" Troye asked keeping starting more of
our random weirdness until the show began.

"I dunno, but how can you tell when you run out of invisible ink?" Ryan
injected.

Blake giggled.  "If a liar tells you he's a liar, do you believe him?"

"Good one," Reece laughed.  "What happens if you get scared half to death
twice?"

"Are you guys going to do this all night?"  Troy asked as he sat with Kyle.

"No, just until the show starts," Blake replied with a slight giggle.

"If all the world's a stage, where's the audience sitting?" asked Colton.

"Who was the first person to see an egg come out of a chicken's butt, and
think "that should be good to eat?"  Ben asked.

"Gross," Blake said squirming around excitedly as we came up with more
things.  You could almost feel him getting hyperactive.

"If Olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from?"  asked
Colin.  I groaned. You know we've dropped to the bottom of the slippery
slope when Colin gets involved.

"Babies!" Ryan yelled causing us to all laugh.  Alex was up next.

"If it's called tourist season, why aren't we allowed to shoot them?"

"How come psychics don't win the lottery?"  Jason asked.

"I have a joke that my friend told me.  "Why do walruses like Tupperware
parties?"  Blake asked.  No one answered.  "Because they all like a tight
seal.  Get it?"

"Yep we get it," I laughed.

"What do you call a guy with a small dick?"  Colin asked with a smirk.
Again, no one answered.  "Just-in!"

Blake howled.  "Just-in.  Justin.  ha ha.  You have a small dick!"

"Dream on buddy.  We call it megasorass, it's so big.  As for Colin, he
might never get it again."

"I get it.  Mega-sore-ass.  That's an old joke, Dad.  If kids refuse to
sleep during nap time, are they guilty of resisting a rest?"

"That was good," Colin smiled.  "Can a short person ever talk down to a
tall person?"

"God, this is making my head hurt," Chance laughed. "Maybe we should just
get ready for the show."

"Aww, you're poor wittle head hurts?  I could make it feel better," Kyle
said as he rubbed Chance's crotch for him.

"Not that head, but if you keep doing that we might miss the show."

"Guys, impressionable young mind up here," Blake said grinning as he
grabbed his own crotch.

"Yeah, like that's a worry at this point," Colton laughed as he tickled
Blake, who squealed and tried to climb over me to get to Colin.  I held him
in place as Colton tickled him harder.

"Stop, or I'll pee," he announced.

"Better stop Colton.  He's too young for watersports."

"Justin!"  Colin grinned as he rubbed Blake's head and he settled back into
his seat.

The show began with the usual `previously on..', but each time Blake saw
himself you'd think it was the first time he'd ever been on screen, as he
pointed himself out with a shout.  The show had been moving along rather
slowly, but with tonight's grand reveal of the triplets it should give it a
bit of a boost and see the ratings increase.  Jason, J.P. and I were all
excited for this episode, although I think J.P. wanted it more than Jason
or I since he was the actor, and this is something that might help launch
his career.  The first scene was a close up shot J.P. in bed asleep.  The
covers were part way down so you could see that he was shirtless.  It may
be J.P., but nonetheless it was truly bizarre seeing what looked like you
on TV. They say the camera added 10 lbs, but I didn't see that at all.  I,
ummm, we...still looked hot!  The shot pulled back slightly and showed the
clock at 7:00, then a knock on the door.

"Honey, are you up.  You're going to be late," A woman's voice said and the
shot moved to the door knob that was turning slowly.  So cliché.

"Shit. Shit.  Dude, hide!"  J.P. said as the shot widened on him, showing
that he was in bed with another boy.  The boy frantically rolled off the
bed and dropped to the floor opposite the door and lay flat.  They made it
look like he was naked but never showed any of the good bits.  The bedroom
door opened and a lady, obviously his Mom, looked in.

"You up?"

"Yeah.  I'll be down soon.  Just taking a few extra minutes."

"Okay, breakfast is waiting."  She turned to leave and J.P. yelled at her
to close the door.  Once she was gone, J.P. looked over the edge of the bed
and smiled at the guy, now on his back looking up at him.

"Good morning, sorry about that.  Nice to see that you're up too,"
J.P. grinned looking down his body.  The camera didn't follow the stare.
J.P. rolled off the bed and lay on top of him to kiss.  The scene changed
to the kitchen where J.P. was sitting at the table having breakfast.  To a
viewer not in the know, it seemed like they had missed a chunk out.

As he ate and talked to his Mom, another J.P arrived.  The camera was
careful not to show both boys at once but it was clear they were supposed
to be twins.  If I hadn't known that there was three of us, this show would
be very confusing.  They needed to clean up the identities of each
character or people would think this was the worst edited show ever.

"So how's Owen?"  J.P. asked the new arrival as he sat down next to him,
showing the two boys together on screen for the first time, clearly
identifying that they were identical.  The way the camera had the
background, you could see that it was one actor playing both roles.
Probably deliberate at this point.

"Who's Owen?"  Their Mom asked.

"His new boyfriend," J.P.'s character Kriss said quickly getting kicked
under the table.

"New boyfriend, huh?  Is it serious, Keith?"

"He's just a friend, Mom.  Just a friend."

"Sounded like more than a friend last night," Kriss whispered to his
brother.  "Sounded like you were getting it good.  Are you the girl in the
relationship?"

"Shut up," he whispered back.

"But tell him if he tries to grab my junk again, I'll snap his hand off and
shove it up his ass."

"Kriss!  Language," he Mom said quickly.

"Then wear a name tag or something, or stop acting like a fag around him.
You might be straight, but you act like you have a bro crush on Owen,"
Keith said as he got down to eating breakfast.

"Shut up.  I do not. That's your thing dude.  I'm quite happy with Wendy
thanks."

"She put out yet?"

"Boys!  That's not an appropriate thing to be discussing about girls...or
boys for that matter," she added trying to be politically correct.

"Sorry Mom," Keith replied as Kriss just ignored the question anyway.
"What about Scott?  He put out yet?"

"KEITH!"

"What?  Boys talk like this all the time Mom.  It's guy talk."

"Well, not at breakfast and not with me around.  It's not really
appropriate and is very disrespectful of the other person," she said
scolding the boys.

"You're just jealous anyway `cause you have a crush on Scott.  Sorry to
disappoint, but he's straight and not your type," Kriss said quickly.

"What's my type?"  Keith asked.

"A blind guy who can't see how ugly you are," he laughed.

"Dude...we're identical, so you just called yourself ugly."

"I meant inside.  Like personality wise," he said trying to clarify.

"You wish.  You're probably jealous because you know I could get Scott into
bed and you secretly want him."

"You're delusional.  Just because you're gay, doesn't mean I am, and it
certainly doesn't mean that Scott is going to drop being straight just to
have sex with you."

"Sounds like a challenge.  I'll bet you a week's worth of homework that I
can get Scott into bed before you get Wendy."

"Make it a month."

"You're on."  They spit on their hands and shook and then wiped their hands
on their pants.  Their mother just shook her head and walked away.

The next scene switched to another house where Blake bounced down the
stairs and ran into the kitchen.  He looked like the same kid that bounces
into our kitchen each day.  He got all excited at seeing himself on the
screen.  "I had to do that five times before they said I got it right," he
explained.

"Well it looks perfect to me," Colin complimented.

"Duane, cereal is on the table.  Did you shower?"  His Mom asked.

"Nah.  Don't need it.  This is an all man smell, right Scott?"

"No, it's a `you need a shower' smell, dude.  Daily, remember."

"Too much work.  I'm good.  Just give me some of your perfume stuff."

"It's cologne, not perfume, idiot."

"Scott, don't call your brother an idiot.  Apologize."

Blake stuck his tongue out at his brother, behind his mother's back.
"Sorry you're an idiot, Duane," Scott said.  "If you want perfume, get it
from Wendy's room."

"Stay out of my room, both of you," the sister said entering the kitchen.

"And seriously Duane, go shower.  You stink like a garbage man after
rolling in a pit of rotting fish.  Haven't you been wearing those clothes
all week?"

"Yeah, I like these."

"Dude, tell me you're not wearing the same underwear," Scott replied
turning his nose up.

"Saves laundry. Right Mom? But no, I'm not wearing underwear.  Saves
getting wedgies."

Blake continued his behind the scenes narration of the episode as he
explained he didn't actually stink or wear the clothes all week.  "They
have like six outfits all the same for me to wear and I had to change a few
times if I got a stain or mark on them or anything."

"Scott, take your little brother up to the shower and show him how to use
soap," the mother said to her kids.

"He's 12 Mom.  I'm sure he knows how to take a shower," Scott complained.

"Either you take him up or I will," she threatened.

"Oh, hell no!  I'll go," Duane replied.  Scott just grinned as his little
brother ran off screaming.

"Go with him, Scott.  He's liable to just stand in there dodging the
water."

"God Mom, I've already showered.  I'll get soaked trying to get him clean.
Plus we need a scrub brush and a pressure washer, not a wash cloth."

"I'm sure he'd rather have you in there than either one of us," she told
him.  He sighed and trudged up the stairs to find his brother in the
bathroom sitting on the top of the toilet, still dressed, with the shower
running.

"Whoa, dude.  Knock much?  I could have been pooping," he replied, shocked
at having been barged in on.

"Yeah, but you're not.  Get into the shower.  Trust me dude, no one likes
someone who stinks.  You want a girlfriend?"

"NO!  Gross," he said defiantly.

"Well how about a boyfriend then?"

"Ha Ha, very funny Scott."

"Well how about your regular friends?  If you stink, they won't hang out
with you and you'll be all alone living in the alley with the homeless
people.  Bugs crawling all over you.  Is that what you want?"

"Gross, no.  Wait...what type of bugs?"

"Just get in the shower.  Scrub everything and burn those clothes."

He stood up and took off his shirt, and then made the motion like he was
dropping his pants, as the camera panned above him.  He got into the
shower.  Scott picked up his clothes and dropped them in the hamper next to
him.  He checked his hair in the mirror and then quickly looked in the
shower to see how Duane was doing.

"I wasn't really naked," Blake explained.  "I had my swim suit on.  I told
them I'd be fine naked, but they said there were laws against it.  There
were like eight people watching me shower."

Duane washed his hair without shampoo and then stepped out of the water and
shook his head, his hair flying everywhere like a shaggy dog.

"Dude!  If you get me wet, I'll drown you so we never have to do this
again."  He handed him a face cloth and told him to use soap & shampoo.
Duane went back under the water.

"I only had to shower once, but I was in there a really long time."  Blake
explained.  "Once I was done, they yelled cut and I had to go back to hair
and makeup so they could dry me off.  I think we should have someone here
to dry me off and do my hair."

"We'll get right on that, ya little diva!" Kyle laughed.

The next scene was Scott in Duane's room getting him some clean clothes.
"Dude, you have to remember to put dirty clothes out for the wash.  This
stuff stinks."

"It smells like me.  What's the problem?"

"You smell like a skunk that lives in a rotten egg factory."  Duane just
shrugged as he got dressed.

"Scott!  Kriss is here!" Wendy yelled from downstairs.

"Hurry up and get dressed. You'll be late for school," Scott said looking
at his little brother.

"I'm good with that.  I might take a personal day today anyway," Blake said
as he rummaged through clothes flinging them into a pile before finally
getting dressed.

"If anyone needs a personal day it's me.  I'm the one with the annoying
little brother," Scott replied as he took off and ran downstairs to greet
his friend.  Wendy was talking to Kriss as Scott came down, grabbed his
backpack and they all headed out together.  On the walk to school, talking
about nothing important, you could see a slight tension between Scott and
Wendy as they vied for Kriss' attention.  It was subtle, but enough to
notice that there was something going on.

Once in school Kriss kissed Wendy as the bell rang and she headed off to
class.  Scott and Kriss then took off for their own class. "Dude, it's so
weird seeing you kiss my sister.  That's like the grossest thing ever."

Kriss laughed.  "The grossest thing ever would be to kiss you, while she
watched," he said upping the gross factor.

"True.  That would be way more gross," he said, but somehow it lacked
conviction.  After school, they hit the football field where Ryan and Lucas
were part of the scene.  There was a lot of body slamming, ass slapping and
general guy on guy sports action.

"I might have to take up football," I said with a giant smile.  "All those
tight asses in spandex."

"Wait until the next scene," Ryan smirked.  And he wasn't kidding.  The
guys were lectured by the coach about who needed to man up and who showed
promise.  Then he sent them to the showers.  This was where I paid
attention.  As the boys stripped and wrapped a towel around themselves, I
kept a close eye to see if I could see anything, but they were cautious not
to reveal much.

"Were you naked?"  I asked hopefully.

"Most of it was shot with us in underwear, but on one short part Lucas,
`Marvin' and I were almost naked, except for the cock sock we were wearing.
I think it's a rule or something on a set like this."  The shot he was
talking about was one where the camera panned back and you could see a
naked butt cheek on the guys, but no crack or anything else.  It was just
enough to let you know they were supposed to be naked.

"I wasn't allowed to be on set for this shot," Blake said.  "They made me
go off and be with a teacher while they did this.  It's not fair.  I have
to still go to school, even when I'm filming. What's the point in getting
out of class, only to have to go back to class?  It's a travesty of justice
I tell you."

"You'll live," Colin told him.

Kriss looked over at Scott, who quickly turned his head back to the shower.
"Were you checking out my junk, dude?"

"No.  Don't flatter yourself. I was just gonna say something about the
game, but you were soaped up," he replied as he swallowed hard.

"Yeah right.  You were checking me out.  Not getting laid enough huh?  When
I finish with your sister tonight, you want me to come into your room for
sloppy seconds?"

"Shut up, fag," he laughed as he finished showering and grabbed his towel
and headed back to the lockers.

Kriss ran after him.  "You know I was just kidding right.  One of my
brothers is gay, so I don't have a problem with it.  If you want to look at
my penis, go for it.  It's a nice penis. I wouldn't mind."

"I wasn't looking dude, and stop saying penis. Plus we're in a locker room
full of naked guys, what makes you think I'd want YOU if I were gay?  Which
I'm not...for the record."

"Like I said, it wouldn't bother me if you were.  Hell, back at my old
school I had a couple friends that were bisexual.  Dudes got laid four
times a day as they could choose anyone they wanted.  Sometimes I felt
jealous."

"Jealous how?  Because he didn't pick you, or because you weren't getting
laid as much."

"Who said they didn't pick me?" Kris laughed.  "Just not my thing.  Keith
was my pinch hitter for that when my friends got horny."

"Seriously?  You tagged your brother in for your friends to use?"

Kriss laughed.  "Same difference.  Better result.  You haven't met Keith
yet.  Come over and I'll introduce you.  Then you'll have met the whole
family.  Just a warning though, if you go over horny, he'll be able to tell
and probably won't stop hitting on you until he's gotten you into bed.  So
maybe spank it before you come over"

"No worry there.  I'm not gay, so no fear of him getting me into bed or
anything.  I'd just like to meet your brother.  After all you've met my
brother, and are probably boning my sister."

"So you met one of my brothers and feel free to bone the other one if you
want.  That would make us even," Kris laughed as they got dressed.

"You got a sister?"  Scott asked.

"Nope, just two brothers, sorry."

"Okay, but we have to stop by my house first.  Gotta make sure the kid
brother knows where I'll be."

"Just text him."

"He doesn't have a phone yet.  Mom said he's not mature enough to own one
yet."

"You hear that Blake.  Not mature enough to own one.  Maybe we should pay
attention to that," I laughed.

"You wish.  You'll have to pry the phone from my cold dead hands if you
want it," he said menacingly.  "Plus, it's Duane that isn't mature enough,
not Blake!"  He stuck his tongue out at us.

"To-may-to, To-mah-to," Colin grinned.  Blake turned and took a random
picture of Colin, with his on topic phone, without saying a word and then
went back to watching the show.

Kriss and Scott said goodbye to the rest of the team who were still getting
dressed and the camera made a point of showing as many bare chested guys as
possible.  "Damn, I gotta get on set for those scenes," I smiled as I
rubbed my crotch. "I could be the towel boy, or the guy who applies makeup
to their chests."

"I'm sure," Lucas laughed.  "Trust me dude, I almost threw a rod a few
times during those shoots.  They may only take a minute on screen, but it
takes hours on the actual set with guys walking around shirtless.  I have
to read the script carefully to make sure I know that those scenes are
ahead.  Once they start adding more nudity to the show, I'm really gonna be
a wreck."

"I'm definitely showing up for that one.  Maybe we could have you rape Ryan
in the shower.  I'll be his stunt double for that."

"Screw that!! I do my own stunts," J.P. laughed.

"Shhh, homos.  My scene is next," Blake said forcefully.  Who's he calling
a homo?

Kriss and Scott arrived at the house and entered to find Duane racing past
them with a big bag of chips.  "Hey squirt.  Where are you going?"

"To my room, duh."

"How about leaving chips for the rest of us?"

"Bite me.  How about, you snooze, you lose," Duane countered.  "Plus I have
a friend over and we need junk food.  Gonna play video games and you can't
fight zombies on an empty stomach."

"He's got you there, Scott.  Everyone knows that," Kriss agreed.

"I'll be at Kriss' if you need me.  Wendy should be home in an hour."

"Yeah, whatevs.  I'm 12 not, 4.  Smell ya later, or you can smell me now,"
he said as he turned from where he was on the stairs, lifted one leg and
farted, before racing up the rest of the way.

"I didn't really fart," Blake explained.  "It was a special effect added
afterward.  I offered to fart but they said it wasn't necessary."

"Still don't see how you're playing anyone but yourself in this show,"
Colin teased.

"I get to stir up a lot more shit later on.  You'll see."

I went to say something, but figured why bother. It was funny that he
didn't see that he was exactly the same person on screen as he was at home.
The two boys made their way quickly to Kriss' house and ran up to his room.
"Do we need chips to fight zombies?"  Kriss asked.

"Might as well, if you have some.  Chips, that is, not zombies."  The boys
raced downstairs to the kitchen where his brother was.  "Hey Kevin," Scott
said politely as the camera moved to show J.P. who was now supposed to be
Kevin.

`Kevin' turned around and smiled.  "Uh, hi?"

"Scott, remember?  Kriss' friend," Scott said to remind him.

The camera shot to `Kevin' who snapped his head to look at where Kriss was,
The camera changed to Kriss, who looked like the same guy just wearing
different clothes, but it was still J.P. in both roles.  They were
carefully not showing the two boys together.

"Uh, Scott.  So this is my other brother Keith.  He's the one I was telling
you about after football practice."

"Sorry, I thought you were Kevin.  Wait, am I being punk'd or something?
This is Kevin.  I met him remember."

"Yeah, you met Kevin, but this is Keith," Kriss explained.

You mean you're triplets?"  He asked stating the obvious.

"Ding Ding Ding, we have a winner, or in Keith's case, Ding, Ding, Ding, we
have a weiner!"

"Shut up shithead," Keith said. "Nice to meet you Scott.  If you get tired
of the annoying brother, feel free to stop by my room.  It's the clean one
of the three."  He took off while Kriss got pop and chips for the two of
them.

Scott lowered his voice and quietly spoke to Kriss.  "Was he hitting on me?
He's the gay one you mentioned right?"

"Yeah, he's gay.  I dunno.  He's like that with everyone.  Now you see why
it's easy to have him pinch hit if some guy wants me.  So if you were
checking me out in the shower, Keith looks the same, so drop by his room
anytime."

"Give it a rest dude.  I wasn't checking you out.  Even if I were, it would
just be out of pity.  I can't imagine having a dick that small."

"Says you.  I'm twice the man you are.  And I mean twice!"

"Now who's been checking out who?"

"Okay, this is getting weird.  We need Mortal Kombat and then some Zombies
to get this back on track."  The two boys raced upstairs and played video
games while the show turned its attention to Wendy and her friends on the
school field doing cheerleading practice close to the bleachers.

"So who's the target today?"  One of the girls asked Wendy.

I was thinking Brayden and Eldon.  Heard them say they were going to
Mr. Freeze after practice, so I might stop by see if I they'd be interested
in hanging out."

"I thought you were dating the new kid Kriss?"

"I am as far as everyone knows.  Looks better that way.  He's nice and all,
but nothing special.

"What's he like in bed?"

"Haven't gone there yet.  So far I'd give him a four, maybe."

"Better than most," one of her friends said.  Didn't you go out with that
football guy for a bit?"

"Who?  Cameron?  If you call three seconds under the bleachers, going out,
then sure.  Guy barely touched my boobs before it was over."

"He's cute though."

"Yeah, but useless.  He goes on the list as a one shot wonder."

"What if the boys figure out that you are blogging all this?"

"So what.  Only the girls have the key code to figure out the initials of
the boys, so they know who is and isn't worthwhile."

"You labelled him as a three with the extra point because he has a massive
thing."

"Yeah.  If he can't last long enough to get his clothes off, what use is he
to other girls?  Total jock mentality.  He also went straight for the boobs
with no pre-game play.  He didn't even try to kiss.  Could have been having
sex with a blow up doll."

"Harsh.  If he only knew," the one girl laughed.

"They're boys.  They're too stupid to figure it out.  Meanwhile I'll keep
posting about what they look like and how they are at their game," Wendy
said as the girls laughed and grabbed their phones.

"So which character is Cameron?"  I asked.

"I am," Ryan said sheepishly.  "At least I got credit for a big dick, even
though she has never actually seen it."

"Dude, the whole world has seen your dick.  No doubt the producers and
writers fantasize about getting you naked at some point."

"Fair enough," he laughed.  "But I should have gotten more than a three.
I'd easily be an eight."

"Did you really cum from just touching her boobs?"  Ben asked.

"No, that's just in the script.  We never got together at all.  Just part
of the show plot."

"Oh.  This is confusing," Ben admitted.  "I keep thinking the people are
real, since you're all here and we do stuff like this normally."

"It can be," Ryan said.  "When I used to do porn, it was always easier if I
didn't know the guy I was going to be on set with.  Then it was just
acting.  If I knew him ahead of time it was a lot more difficult to work
with him, although the sex was easier, as long as they weren't too sticky
on following the script."

"Porn has a script?"  I asked.  "I just thought you just had sex and they
filmed everything and then edited it."

"Nope.  It has a script.  Lines, actions and camera angles.  The whole nine
yards," Ryan replied.

"Or in your case, the whole 9 inches," Kyle laughed.

"Touché," he laughed.

"Touché," Blake mimicked.

As the girls did some cheerleading practice, there were boys behind them in
the field playing soccer and a couple of guys up in the stands.

"You know who you should hit on?"  One of the girls said to Wendy.  "Those
band geeks."

"Seriously? That would hardly be a challenge.  They wouldn't make it out of
their seats before it was over.  One touch to their knees and we'd have
puddles."

"You do know that the geeks have biggest stuff, right?"

"How do you figure?"  Wendy asked as the camera panned up to the two boys
talking in the stands.  They looked nerdy, but cute.

"I think it's God's way of evening things out.  Jocks gets the muscles and
looks, but sacrifice intelligence and penis size.  Geeks and nerds get the
intelligence and large junk, but sacrifice looks and muscles."

"Now that's something for the blog," Wendy said excitedly.  "We could do a
whole series on that.  Put a comparison chart up.  Geeks vs. Jocks.  We
could rate them on things like muscles, brains, penises, lasting power,
pickup ability, technique, willingness to do kinkier things."

"Hot.  You could already put the boys you've been with on it.  I could do
your brother and add him to the list," One of them offered.

"Sick.  Why would you want my brother?  He'd get a one and only because he
was a guy."

"I dunno.  Your brother's kinda cute."

"Shut up before I spew.  Trust me, if you want him I'm sure you could get
him.  Just don't know why you'd want to, when there's so many hot boys to
choose from.  Like Brayden and Eldon tonight.  Wish me luck."  The camera
turned to show Lucas on the soccer field with the others and panned another
boy, who we assumed was Eldon.

I thought you were on the football and lacrosse team?"  Troy said to Lucas.

"Apparently I play soccer too.  I'm a real jock."

"That's quite the acting, considering you're famous for being Fred, the
weird geeky nerd boy."

"I know right.  It's all about the gun show baby," Lucas said flexing his
muscles to show us his biceps.

"They allow bb guns at gun shows now?"  `Marvin' teased.

"Shut up!"  Lucas grinned throwing a pillow at him.

The show turned its attention to Scott and Kriss playing video games.
"I've gotta take a leak," Scott said suddenly.

"Down the hall on the left dude," Kriss advised.  He took off to the
bathroom and moments later after he was apparently finished he strolled out
the door and found himself in a bedroom. Keith was lying on his bed doing
his homework in just his underwear.

"Oh shit, sorry.  Wrong door," Scott said quickly as he turned to back out.

"Happens all the time.  Don't sweat it.  At least you get to see a clean
room.  I don't know how you can spend time in Kriss'.  It's such a shit
hole."

Scott laughed.  "Yeah, it's a little messy but not unlike mine, although
maybe his is a little worse."

"I've seen city landfills that aren't that messy," Keith replied.

Scott looked around Keith's room.  "Yours is actually really tidy.  No
offense or anything, but is that a gay thing?"

"No offense taken.  I dunno.  I just like it this way so I know where to
find things.  Trouble is, my brothers do too.  Might be the big downside to
having two brothers who are the same size as you, and can wear all your
clothes right down to your shoes."

"That would suck.  My little brother is only 12, so if I catch him wearing
my clothes, I'd kill him."

"Must be nice."

"Not really.  He's a bit of a pain, but he's better than my sister."

"Younger or older?"

"Bit younger.  She's 15."

"I wouldn't mind a sister.  I'll trade you one of my brothers.  I have two
spare."

"Deal!" Scott laughed.  "I'll send Wendy over in the morning and you give
me one of your brothers."

"Done!" Keith smiled as he raised his hand in a fist bump.  Scott pounded
it.

"I better get back or Kriss will wonder what happened to me."

"He'll probably think you're still in his room, just lost under all the
mess somewhere," Keith laughed.  "Stop by anytime Scott.  You seem pretty
cool."

"Thanks.  You too...  I mean you seem cool too, not stop by
anytime...although you could if you wanted too...umm, you know what I
mean," he stammered as he tried to figure out which door to use to return
to Kriss' room.

"Dude, what took you so long?  These battles aren't gonna win themselves."

"Sorry, went into Keith's room by mistake.  Smelled better in there.  Oh by
the way.  You live with me now.  Keith traded you for my sister."

"Sic.  When am I moving?"  Kriss laughed.

"Tomorrow.  I have to tell my sister she's out first."

"Nice. I'll pack," he laughed.  Always wanted a couple cool brothers."

"Uh...don't you have two already?"

"I said cool brothers.  Not clones."

"Be careful what you wish for bro.  Once you get to know Duane, you'll be
running back here at full speed."

"Nah. I'm sure he's fine.  It'd be fun to have a kid brother."

"You'd think so, but trust me, it's not all that.  The dude is a little
bully.  But seriously, stay over tomorrow night and find out."

"Really?"

"Unless you already have plans."

"Nope.  No plans.  Why don't you stayover here tonight and we can head to
school in the morning?"

"I didn't bring anything to change into, otherwise I would," Scott replied.

"You can wear some of my clothes," Kriss offered.

Scott looked around the room.  "No offense, but are any of these clean?"

"I think that pile over there is," Kriss said offhandedly as he pointed to
a stack of folded clothes in a hamper.

"Maybe I should head home and grab stuff if I'm gonna spend the night.
Like a toothbrush."

"We have spares.  We can go check."  Kriss headed out of the room and Scott
followed him back to the bathroom.  They found a new toothbrush for him to
use and then headed into Keith's room.

 "Hey, so I'm moving in with Scott tomorrow since you sold me, but tonight
he's gonna stay here.  Can he borrow some of your clothes for school
tomorrow?"

Keith laughed.  "He told you huh?  What's wrong with him borrowing your
clothes?"

"He's not sure which ones are clean."

"See Scott, told you it's a pain having i-dents."

"I-dents?"  He asked curiously.

"Identical brothers.  Always taking your shit when they can't look after
their own."

"Whatever dude.  Can he borrow clothes or not?  I'll make sure he gives
them back clean."

"Sure, help yourself Scott," Keith said as he pulled a shirt on and the
show went to commercial.

"That was a mistake," Troy commented.  "You should have left your shirt off
J.P.  Coulda had a three-way."

"In this house, definitely.  In that house, I don't think they'll get into
brothers making out together."

"Well then why are we watching if there aren't going to be full on orgies?"
Ryan laughed.

"To get you horny at home so the orgy breaks out there," J.P. replied as he
pulled Ryan closer and ran his hand down his chest.

"Help!  Homo attacking!"  Ryan cried out as he laughed.  Blake jumped off
the couch.

"Don't worry Uncle Ryan.  I'll save you," Blake said as he jumped on the
two guys.

"Oooo," Ryan cried out as Blake landed hard.  "Knee to the balls," he
croaked.  Blake rolled off.

"Sorry.  I didn't mean to.  Are you alright?"  Blake said as he reached for
Ryan's crotch to rub it.

Ryan gently removed his hand.  "I'm fine.  Just give me a second, but use
that time to get away as I'm coming for you dude."  Ryan rolled to his side
and grabbed Blake who squealed and tried to get away only to find himself
being wrapped up and tickled by J.P. and Ryan, until he was shrieking
loudly.

"Say Uncle," Ryan told him.

"Uncle! Uncle! Uncle!"  Blake screamed.  They stopped tickling him and let
him go.  "I'll get even AUNTIE Ryan!"  He giggled as he ran back to join
us.  Ryan stood up and Blake pressed himself tight against me.  "Save me
Dad!"

"Save you?  I might help him to get you."

"You can't! You're my Dad.  You have to protect me from monsters."

"Monster dicks maybe," Kyle laughed.  "You can attack me, Ryan!"  Kyle said
as he moved to the floor to lie on his stomach with his arms and legs
spread, and ass half in the air.

Ryan changed his attack and got on top of Kyle and began to dry hump him.
Blake went to move off the couch, but I just wrapped my arm around his
waist and pulled him back.

"No," I said quickly.

He looked up at me.  "Aww, poop."

The show came back on before anything progressed further.  Everyone
returned to their seats and calmed back down.  Wendy was arriving at what
looked like an ice cream place with her two friends.  They took a seat and
the camera panned over to show Lucas and another guy at a table with
milkshakes and their computers.  "Stay here," Wendy said as she headed over
to the two boys.

"Hey guys," she said as she approached.  "What's the flavour of the day?"
Since you knew she was about to be hitting on them, it made it sound
sexual.

"Mine is cherry banana," Lucas, or Brayden as his character, replied.

"I'm just vanilla," Eldon said glancing up.

"Wouldn't mind trying your cherry banana," Wendy said as she licked her
lips and reached for Brayden's drink and seductively sucked on his straw
making sure to use her tongue to run up the length of it as she took it out
of her mouth.  "But sometimes vanilla can be fun too.  Especially when you
mix other flavours with it."  She was truly turning it on as she picked up
his drink next and took a sip of it making sure to be just as slutty with
his straw.  "Thanks boys.  I think I like both of them.  I might have to do
both today."  She walked over to her friends and sat down with them.  The
two boys sat with stupid grins on their faces and then pounded fists.

"Holy shit dude.  She totally wants us," Brayden said to Eldon.

"Or is too cheap to buy her own drink," Eldon replied shaking his head.

"Are you kidding?  Did you see how she used that straw?"

"Yeah, I'm definitely going to need another straw.  No telling where that
tongue has been.  Wrapped around some guys junk and now all over your straw
that you put in your mouth, which also means that you'll be tasting some
guys junk."

"Way to ruin the moment, douche...and my straw," Brayden said as the two
boys headed to get new straws from the counter.  The girls laughed and went
to get their own drinks.  On the way back, Wendy stopped at the boy's
table.

"I decided on kiwi.  I like something a little exotic and different," she
said as she moved close to Brayden.  "What are you guys doing later?"

"Homework.  Then I've gotta hit the gym for a while," Brayden replied.

"Same," said Eldon mimicking his friend as he took his drink off the table
as if to protect it."

"What type of homework?"

"Social studies.  Some crap about democracy and the various types of
governments around the world.  Boring and useless stuff meant to make us
believe that true democracy is possible."

"Sounds intense.  Maybe you need some relief from all of that. I'm good at
massages if you want me to come over and help ease the tension."

"Uhhh, sure.  I could use a massage," Brayden replied.  Eldon just looked
up and kept quiet.  Brayden looked at him and raised his eyebrows as if to
get him to agree.

"Yeah, sure.  But we really do have to study.  Can't end up playing video
games all night or we'll not get it all finished," Eldon said almost
reluctantly.

"Don't worry.  I'll be sure to let you finish," Wendy said.  "Let me just
tell my friends and I'll be right back."  She wandered over to the other
girls and grabbed her purse as they just gave her a smile and told her to
text the deets later.  The boys packed up their stuff and stood up to head
out.

The scene shifted back to Kriss, Keith and Scott, still in Keith's bedroom
as if no time had gone by at all.  "Socks and underwear too dude," Kriss
offered.

"I'm fine with just the shirt and pants thanks," he said motioning to the
clothes on the bed that he'd picked out.  "That'll do for tomorrow.  I'm
not really comfortable wearing someone's underwear."

"Dude, check it out.  I have normal boxers but his is all designer," Kriss
said as he pulled open a drawer to show a range of vibrantly colored
underwear.  Kriss pulled some out and showed them off.  The designer label
was hidden, but I knew from my own collection that we were looking at
Andrew Christian, CK, Pump, 2Xist, C-in2 and other such labels. "Check
these out," he said pulling out a skimpy pair that I recognized almost
immediately.

"What good are those?"  Scott asked.  "I get a jock strap, but these are
crotchless too.  You might as well just go commando."

"Stop going through my underwear, Kriss," Keith said as he grabbed the
shorts out of his brother's hands.  Kriss immediately picked up another
pair.

"Look at these.  They have a pocket in front to put your balls which makes
everything look bigger when you wear them."

"Sound uncomfortable.  I like loose fitting, except when playing sports
when you need support."

"Straight boys," Keith said as he snatched the other shorts from his
brother and put things back in the drawer before closing it.  "Show off
your body and the chicks will be all over you.  Wear baggy stuff and you'll
look like a homeless person.  Give me a second and I'll prove my point. He
went to his closet to grab a pair of pants and shirt, then went back to his
underwear drawer to pick out something.  He disappeared through the side
door into the bathroom.  Kriss and Scott made themselves at home on the
edge of Keith's bed.  Moments later, Keith emerged wearing tight skinny
jeans and a form fitting shirt that showed off his pecs.  You could almost
count abs, which was impressive as we really didn't have super defined abs
anyway, but this shirt made it look like we were sporting eight packs.  I
wondered if this was Hollywood magic or if I really looked like that to
others.

"Kriss, stand up here beside me," Keith said.  His brother bounced off the
bed and the two stood side by side.  Again you could see that this looked
like the same actor in both roles.  "Now which one of us looks hotter?"

"Neither.  I'm a straight dude remember.  Guys don't look hot."

"Don't be such a narrow minded homophobe.  Guys know whether another guy
looks good or not.  We're just conditioned not to say it in case we're
labelled as fags.  Well, I'm a fag and I think I look hotter."

"Well, I'm not a fag and I think you look like a fag, fag," Kriss laughed.

"Jealous much? Must be or you wouldn't keep borrowing my clothes," Keith
replied.  "So which looks better if you were out to buy clothes then?"

"Ummm, hard to say.  I would say that Kriss looks more casual and
comfortable, where you look more trendy, like you're going to a club."

"Way to pussy out on the reply dude," Kriss teased.  "So I look better is
what I'm hearing."

"How do you figure?  He said I look more trendy.  Plus with my underwear
I'd get way more girls as I at least have a package.  He turned sideways
and the camera caught the impressive bulge.

"I have a bulge too," Kriss replied.  "Mine just isn't out there for all
the homos to see. I like to give the girls a little mystery."

"Little is right," Keith laughed.

"Never had any complaints," Kriss retorted.

"You never had any action.  I'll bet if we go out right now I could pull
someone ten times faster than you could."

"Hardly a fair challenge.  Everyone knows that gay guys can get laid way
easier than straight boys," Kriss said. "I think you can smell the horny
pheromones or something."

"Okay, I'll not hit on guys and pick up a girl.  First one to pick one up,
has to do the others chores for a week."

"You're on, bro.  Guess I'm off dishes for a week.  I should text your
boyfriend and let him know you're off to pick up chicks."

"I told you, Owen is just a friend.  Not my boyfriend," Keith said trying
to defend himself.  "We haven't got to that part yet."

"Sounded like you got to that part last night when he stayed over.  One of
you moans like a chick.  You might have Mom fooled that no one was here,
but my bedroom is right next door.  I hear everything."

"Are we doing this or what?  I figure it'll take me 3 minutes to find a
girl and pick her up.  You'll be out all night."

"Let's go, homo," Kriss challenged and the three boys headed out of the
house and down the street to the ice cream shop where they saw Wendy
exiting with Brayden and Eldon.  Wendy had her arm half around Brayden's
waist.  Scott and Kriss stopped dead in their tracks, causing Keith to pull
up short and look at them.

"Getting cold feet already bro?  We haven't even got there yet."

"No.  That's Wendy with Brayden."

"Your supposed girlfriend?  Burn.  Wait, isn't she your sister?"  He asked
Scott.

"Yeah," Scott said as they watched the three walk away together with Wendy
obviously flirting with Brayden.

"Skank," Kriss said, then quickly looked at Scott.  "Sorry, no offense.
Just a bit pissed off."

"None taken.  She probably is a skank."

"So are we still doing this or are you all upset now because your girl is
going to get horizontal with another boy or two?"

"Shut up Keith.  They're probably just friends."

"Yeah, like me and Owen, right?"  He laughed.

They entered the ice cream shop and went to sit down.  Wendy's friend's
immediately recognized them and quickly got out their phones.  No doubt to
text Wendy and warn her.  Then one of them got up and headed over to the
boys.

"Hey Scott.  Haven't seen you in here in a while."

"Hey Becky.  Just hanging out with Kriss and his brother.  Keith, this is
Becky.  Wendy's friend."

"Nice to meet you.  I love your hair," Keith said immediately as he handed
out a compliment.

She blushed.  "Thanks.  Are you two twins?"  She asked looking at Kriss and
Keith.  How come I haven't seen you at school before?"

"Maybe you have, but you just thought I was Kriss," Keith smiled.

"Really?"

"No, just kidding.  I go to a different school."

"Have you seen Wendy?"  Scott asked to see the reaction.

"No.  She was here earlier, but left.  So are you guys totally identical?"

"Body wise yes. Intellectually I'm superior," Keith smiled.

"Also a narcissist with delusions of insanity," Kriss added.

"You kinda look the same in the face, but other than that I can tell you
apart.  Probably hair and clothes."

"Yeah, we definitely don't dress alike.  We may look alike, but we're still
individuals.  People usually forget that when they meet us."

"I wouldn't," Becky said.  "Would you wanna hang out with us, Keith?"

"I'm good.  Just gonna chill with Scott and my bro.  But thanks though."

"Okay, see ya.  Bye Kriss, Scott."

"Later Becks," Scott said as she walked away.

"See told ya.  Clothes and showing off the body," Keith smiled.

"That doesn't prove anything.  She's not going to hit on me because I'm her
best friend's boyfriend, and she's not going to hit on Scott because he's
the brother of her best friend, so that only leaves you.  The giant homo
with the painted on clothes.  She was obviously desperate."

Scott laughed.  "Are you two always like this?  He keeps calling you a fag,
or a homo and you just take it."

"Limited intelligence is only able to form so many thoughts, so his is
reduced to insulting me with things that would be insulting to him.  I am a
fag, and a homo, so it's hardly an insult.  There are a lot of other
insults that straight boys throw out that also are true, so aren't an
insult when it comes right down to it.  But our goal is to see who can pick
up a girl first."

The boys looked around the restaurant and saw two off by themselves.
"Let's go take a poll and see which look they like.  Maybe that's the way
to start," Scott suggested as he stood up and headed to the girls.

"Hey ladies.  I'm Scott and I was wondering if you might me and my friends
solve a bet."

"Nice pickup line.  Is that from a movie?"  The one girl asked causing them
both to laugh.

"Uhh, no.  We really just had a question.  My friends over there are
identical twins and we just wanted to know which look girls found more
appealing; the tight clothes and slicked back hair, or the looser clothes
and natural hair."

"Okay, we'll play along.  Call them over," one of the girls said looking
amused.

Scott waived at Kriss and Keith to signal them to join him.  They got up
and walked to the girls.  "This is Kriss and Keith."

"Hi."

"Hi," both boys replied.

"So, which one looks better?" Scott asked.

"And you're identical?"  One of them asked.

"Completely," Kriss replied before Keith could quantify the remark.

"Okay, I like the tight clothes as it shows of your body more, but I prefer
the natural hair to the slicked back look."

"I kind like the slicked back look, but like the looser clothes.  Although
I agree that the tight clothes show of a lot more of you than the loose
ones."

"So if you saw both of them together and had to pick one which one would
you choose as they are right now?"  Scott asked.

"I'd probably pick you," one said quickly looking at Keith's crotch.

"Yeah, me too.  No offense as you're both really cute.  It's just the
tighter pants show off more," the other agreed.  Both boys looked down at
their crotches.

"You know what you should do.  If you two switched pants and came back
again and asked.  Maybe we'd reply differently."

Kriss hit Keith lightly on the arm. "Bathroom."  The two boys took off
together.

"They don't have to talk to each other much.  I think they can read each
other's minds," Scott said to make small talk.

"Really? I've heard of that. It would be so cool to have a twin."

"No shit, eh?"  Scott agreed.  The two guys returned quickly having swapped
pants.  Kriss was now sporting the bulge up front.

"So would you pick differently now?"  Keith asked.

"I'd definitely choose you," the one girl said who had preferred Kriss'
look the first time around.

"I'd still stick with you," the other said pointing at Keith.  I like
seeing a nice chest on a guy."

"So there we have it boys.  Clothes do make the man," Scott said.  "Thanks
ladies."

They returned to their seat and began talking at the same time.  "Dude, two
girls don't make for a definitive decision.  I think it's fair to say that
they each found something they liked about each of us," Kris remarked.

"Okay, but wasn't the bet to see who could get a girl first?" Keith asked.

"Yep and you're still going to lose.  Can I get my pants back?"

The two boys stood up and headed to the bathroom.  Scott tagged along as he
said he needed a piss. Once inside the bathroom, Scott stepped up to the
urinal as Kriss and Keith began swapping back.  As Scott finished and
turned around he immediately looked away.  "Dudes!  You changed underwear
too?"

"Yeah, boxers don't work well with skinny jeans," Keith replied.

"I'd never get used to that.  But you're not completely identical," he
commented.

"Nice of you to notice," Keith smiled.  "We actually are, it's just that I
shave while Kevin and Kriss don't."

"Yeah.  That's an overshare," Scott said quickly as he washed his hands. "I
meant that you are different in the way you talk and act."

"You should give me your shirt and you wear mine," Keith suggested to
Scott.  "Then I'll have tight jeans and a loose shirt.  You'll have the
tight shirt to show off your chest and Kriss will look like the homeless
guy."

"You just want that because the girls liked the mixed look," Kriss said
quickly.  "Afraid you can't win with your so called tight look."

"Hardly.  I was just trying to give you a fighting chance.  Come on Scott,
switch shirts with me."  Keith said pulling his off to show his upper body,
and as he did it on screen, J.P. pulled his own shirt off beside us where
he was sitting.

"It's called interactive TV," J.P. laughed.  `Marvin' shrugged and pulled
his shirt off next, as Scott removed his shirt on the show.  As the two
characters on screen switched shirts, so did J.P. and `Marvin'.  We didn't
know which set to watch.  As Scott pulled the shirt on, Keith got behind
him and pulled it down tighter and ran his hand down Scott's chest to
smooth out the fabric.

"God, stop mauling my friend!  He doesn't want you feeling him up."

"Shut up breeder.  I'm just fitting the shirt properly for him.  You should
tuck it into your pants to keep it tight," Keith suggested as he stood
there still without a shirt.

"I'd do it quickly before he puts his hands down your pants to help you
tuck it in," Kriss said.

Scott just smiled as he turned to tuck it in.

"Looks like it shows off your body really well," Keith replied.  "This is a
good look on you."

"Thanks," he replied looking at himself in the mirror from a few angles and
the camera made a point of focusing on Scott as he checked out a shirtless
Keith.  It was subtle, but they made a point of it to set up a tease for
later in my mind.

"Okay, now that you've drooled all over my friend, put your shirt on and
let's go," Kriss said impatiently.

Keith just smiled and put Scott's shirt on.  He even smelled it after he
got in on properly.  "It actually smells like you."

"Sorry about that.  I've been wearing it all day.  That's why I needed a
change of clothes for tomorrow."

"No, it's not a bad thing," he clarified.

"God, give it a rest, Keith.  He's straight and if he ever did switch
sides, I doubt he'd pick you.  Now let's go pick up some girls."  And with
that the three boys left the bathroom together and grabbed a drink before
sitting down at the table.  Two girls walked in and the boys nudged each
other.

"Hey girls.  There's room on my lap if you need a place to sit," Kriss said
as they walked by.  The girls looked at him and giggled as they walked
past.  The camera pulled back to show the basically empty restaurant with
plenty of seats.

"Smooth like sandpaper," Keith insulted.  "Sit on my lap?  No wonder you
can't get laid when you want it.  Watch the master."  He stood up and went
over to where the ladies were ordering.  You couldn't hear what he was
saying, but he was obviously carrying on a conversation.  Once they got
their drinks they came over and joined the other two boys.

"The obnoxious one with the bad pickup line is my brother Kriss, and this
is his friend Scott."

"Nice to meet you.  I'm Lindsey and this is Vicky," the girls said
introducing themselves.

"So are you two really twins?"  Lindsey asked.

Kriss laughed.  "You used the twin card?  And you said my pickup line was
bad.  Yeah we're twins.  Actually triplets, but our other brother isn't
here...obviously."

"Well, it's nice to meet you," she said with her eyes darting back and
forth between the boys as if trying to find differences. They sat down with
the guys.

The camera switched to Duane at his house with a friend.  "Let's go grab
some better games from Scott's room," he suggested as the boys got up and
headed down the hall.

"Does your brother allow you in his room?  Mine would kill me."

"Nah, but he can't do nothing to me.  I'm a kid.  Plus he's not here, so he
won't know anyway."  The boys sat down and began going through the video
games.  "Oh, check this out," Duane said getting up and going over to the
night table.  He pulled out a row of condoms.

"What're those?"

"Wicked water balloons.  Wanna go fill some up and watch how they explode?"

"Sure!" his friend said excitedly.  The two left the video games in a pile
on the floor and ran downstairs to the kitchen to fill up the condoms.  The
eyes on both of them went really wide as they filled to capacity and they
struggled to tie them off.  Then using what looked like all their strength,
they carried them upstairs to the bedroom window and found a target, which
just happened to be the BBQ. Duane launched his first and it exploded
sending a flood of water all over the patio.  They both giggled, and his
friend picked another target of the table and sent his flying with the same
result.  They raced back to the kitchen and repeated the process.  After a
while, they sat down exhausted.

"We'll have to do that again when he gets some more balloons," Duane said
as they went back to Scott's room to grab the video games.  The camera
showed the mess below the window and there were pieces of condoms
everywhere.

"I actually got to do all that," Blake said with a smile.  "We had a fun
day throwing them and watching them explode.

"Well don't do that here, or you'll spend the rest of the day picking up
the pieces of the balloons," I warned him as I knew how his min worked.
"We don't have a crew here to clean up after a scene."

"You know those weren't really balloons, right Dad?  They were condoms, but
Duane wasn't supposed to know that yet."

"Yep, I got that," I smiled.

Back on the show, it turned to Wendy sitting on a bed in a boy's room.
From the way he was moving around, it was assumed to be Brayden's room.
"You guys have girlfriends?"

"Not right now.  I'm between girls," Brayden replied.

"I have one, but she lives in Seattle," Eldon replied.  "She's older than
me."

"How much older?"  Wendy asked.

"She's 19.  I only get to see her when she comes up for a visit as I can't
cross the border by myself yet. Another 6 months and I turn 16 before I can
go."

"Yeah, he has the invisible girlfriend that no one has ever seen.  He's a
virgin aren't you?"  Brayden laughed as he teased his friend.

"Not a chance.  We make out every time she's here," Eldon replied
defensively.  "Not like yours.  All you two is go shopping and talk and
watch movies.  You barely even kissed her."

"We're building a relationship," Brayden said in his own defense.

"So neither of you two have had sex yet?"

The boys looked at each other without admitting anything.

"Come on.  I can keep a secret, plus you do know that a girl will know if
you haven't done it anyway."

"They will?"  Brayden asked.

"Well of course silly.  Hopefully your girlfriends are patient and can
teach you, or you'll look totally stupid.  You should read up on it and
make sure you know what to do...or better yet...practice on someone who
isn't your girlfriend."

"Yeah like they have classes for that.  Screwing 101," Brayden laughed.

"Not all girls are judgemental, Brayden.  Some actually like to help boys
learn new things."

"Like who?"  He asked paying attention.

"Like me, or some of my friends if I'm not your type."

"You're my type," Eldon said quickly.  "Would you really give lessons?  Do
you charge for it?"

Wendy laughed.  "I'm not a hooker, Eldon.  I just don't think there should
be hang-ups about sex.  You boys ever seen boobs up close?"

"Of course," Brayden said with a smile.

"I mean ones that weren't on your computer screen?"

"Oh...then no," both boys said as they shook their head.

"So do you guys watch porn together?"  She asked looking at their computer.

"We've surfed around for some before, sure."

"You ever masturbate to it?"

"You mean at the same time?"  Eldon asked slightly surprised.

"Of course.  We're all naked under our clothes and shouldn't be shy."

"No, not really," Brayden said. "But we're boys, so we both get
bo...errr...erections when we watch it.  We've compared outlines, that's
all though."

"Then what?"

"Then what, what?"  Brayden asked.

"You just sit there with erections?"

"No, sometimes we take turns going into the bathroom to take care of them.
Other times we just rub them through the pants until we...you know."

"You cum in your underwear?  Boys are so weird," she laughed.  "How about I
make you both a deal.  I'll teach you a few things tonight but you both
have to be open to learning.  Can you do that?"

"Like what kind of things?"  Eldon asked.

"You'll have to take your clothes off to find out," she teased.  The two
boys looked at each other and Brayden shrugged.

"Dude, we change in the locker room all the time.  No big deal," Brayden
said as he showed interest in the idea.

"Yeah, but not in front of girls," Eldon countered.

"What's it gonna be boys?  If you don't want a massage and a few lessons, I
can just head home," Wendy smiled.  "But maybe this would help with your
decision.  She pulled her shirt off over her head and adjusted her bra and
boobs.  They both gulped.

"Okay, sure.  We're in," Brayden said looking at Eldon for confirmation.
He nodded.

"Great.  Shirts off," she commanded.  Both boys quickly yanked their shirts
off.  We'd all seen Lucas before and knew he had a nice slim body.  The TV
made him look more tan than normal.

"How come you look tan?"  I asked Lucas.

"Make up.  They said it was to make sure I didn't look pale and washed out
on camera," he replied.  "I almost popped a bone when Clive took off his
shirt for the first time though."

"Clive?"  I asked.

"The guy playing Eldon.  His real name is Clive."

"That's just getting confusing.  I'll call him Eldon unless you bring him
home so I can see him shirtless for myself in person."

"He's straight," Lucas clarified.

"Great, bring him home.  I like a challenge."

"Shhh, diarrhea mouth.  I'm trying to watch the show," Blake said looking
at me.  I put my arm around him and tried to strangle him gently, but
stopped talking.

"Okay, good start.  Now each of you put a hand on one of my boobs to see
what they actually feel like."

The boys literally flew across the room to sit in front of her on the bed.
They each placed a hand on her boob and she used her hand on top to show
them how to cup them and feel her up.

"How's that?" She asked.

"Nice," Brayden answered.

"Good," Eldon said swallowing hard.

"Okay, now do it to each other," Wendy smiled.

"What?"

"Well, I'm gonna teach you everything you want to know if you want to
learn, but it has to be fun for me too. So the way it works is if you want
to do something to me, you do it to each other first.  I'll go as far as
you want, but only if I know you really want it."

"But what if we want to... you know, go all the way.  Would you do that?"
Brayden asked.

"Of course.  I'm not shy boys.  Whatever you want, just do it to each other
first."

"You mean if I want to have sex with you, I have to do it to him first?"
Brayden asked.

"Yes, the definition of you do it first."

"I can't do that.  That's gay."

"That's a shame.  I thought you jock guys would be a little more open
minded.  You sure, you'll be missing all this," she said seductively as she
got off the bed and undid her pants to remove them, before sitting back on
the bed cross legged. "The next move is up to you, guys."

Brayden quickly got off the bed and dropped his pants showing off his
boxers.  Total straight boy underwear with no style whatsoever. Eldon just
looked at the two of them and then almost reluctantly stood up and took off
his own pants, revealing an almost equally hideous pair of boxers.  The two
boys almost simultaneously held their hand over their crotches as they got
back on the bed and the camera panned back up.  Wendy's eyes shot to their
laps.  "Looks like some parts aren't as resistant as your mouth.  You look
a little excited."  They didn't say anything, but both looked incredibly
nervous.

"They had us wearing a very tight jock strap underneath those boxers,"
Lucas said. "Wardrobe said it was so that if we actually did get aroused
during the scene that they wouldn't have to worry about it showing."

"And did you get aroused?"  Colton asked with a smirk.

"Not at all. At least not in this scene.  It was the least sexual thing
going.  We had to keep stopping and starting and there were like a hundred
people walking around while were doing the scene.  I got a little excited
as we got further into it and it probably was a good thing I had a jock
on."  We turned our attention back to the show.

"So let's start simple.  You're both friends, so you should be comfortable
around each other.  Go ahead and kiss and then you can kiss me."

The two boys looked at each other and you could almost hear the conflict in
their heads.  "This is so lame. Just do it," Eldon said closing his eyes,
resigning himself to being kissed by his best friend.  Brayden leaned over
and gave him a quick peck on the lips.  Both boys then immediately wiped
their lips and looked at Wendy.

"Really?  That's the type of kiss you want to give me?  A peck on the lips.
I would have thought you would have wanted the real thing."

"You mean a French kiss?"  Brayden asked.

"Here, I'll give you something to start you," she said as she leaned over
to press her lips against Brayden and put her hand on the back of his head.
You could see it was a closed mouth kiss, but she made it seem like so much
more.  Then she repeated the action with Eldon.  "That's a start boys.  You
want the real thing, then show me, and I'll give you a few lessons.  The
more you're willing to do together as friends, the more I'm willing to do
with you.  You want to see the rest of me don't you?"  She said as she
cupped her boobs and then slid her hand down her stomach and into her
panties.  I'm sure if we'd had straight boys in the room, they would have
been as hard as the boys on TV were being portrayed.  "It's a kiss boys.
You're not giving each other leprosy."

"If we do it we can't say anything to anyone...EVER!"  Brayden said as he
looked at Eldon.  He got closer to Eldon and again, his friend closed his
eyes and swallowed hard.  Wendy had a giant smile on her face.

"Come on boys, show me what you got.  As a reward, for however long you
kiss each other, I'll double it when I kiss you."

"Damn, she's relentless," Troy laughed.  "If all girls were like that,
straight boys would be hooking up all over school just to get chicks."

"Instead of you just blowing them all in the bathroom," Kyle laughed.

"Shut up.  You're one to talk!" Troy shot back.  We watched as on screen
Lucas kissed the other boy and used tongue.  They lasted about three
seconds.

Lucas laughed.  "He hated it.  He's a total straight boy who wasn't acting
with his facial expressions.  I had to act my ass off to pretend I was
disliking it, and they had to keep the camera above my waist, as I was
enjoying it way too much...if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean," Blake laughed. "You had a boner right?"

"Some questions are rhetorical, Blake.  Meaning they don't need and answer.
That was one of them," Colin told him quickly.

"You're rhetorical, Dad."

"Okay, who wants to kiss me first," Wendy said as the two boys broke apart
and grabbed their shirts to wipe their mouths.  Both hands shot up at the
same time. Brayden was picked to go first with Eldon second.  This time
they didn't wipe their mouths afterward.  "I'm guessing you're enjoying
this so far?"

"Hell yeah.  What's next?"  Brayden asked excitedly.

"Boobs, boys.  Boobs."  She smiled as she reached around and popped the
clasp on her bra and slide it off.  The camera was careful not to reveal
anything except some side boob, as she was supposed to be playing a 15 year
old.  "Same rules.  You can play with these if you play with each other.
Suck on your nipples and you can do the same to me."

The time Eldon took the lead and planted his lips around each of Brayden's
nipples for a few seconds, causing Brayden to almost giggle and
squirm. Then it was his turn to do Eldon.  The camera followed all the
action. Once they were done, Wendy told each of them could have a boob.
The camera panned around to give a shot that made it look like they were
each going down on her, but you couldn't see anything.

"Did you actually get to do it?"  I asked.

"No.  We were back from her a bit and she was wearing a skin colored bra,"
Brayden revealed.  "Which is actually too bad as I'm sure I could have
taken the straight boy all the way if they'd let us.  The show is more like
real life than you know."

"Oh, I know," I laughed.

"So how about if we give each other massages?" She asked as the boys looked
at each other.  "Take off the underwear and lie on the bed. We'll take
turns."

The scene panned back as the boys stood up and made a point of showing the
action of them removing underwear and throwing it on the floor.  The camera
watched as they got back on the bed so Wendy could remove her panties and
show them to the boys.  The scene then changed to Scott, Kriss and Keith.

"So naked or not naked on set?"  Colin asked with a smile.

"Not naked.  They had us put a second pair of identical underwear on before
the shot of us removing them. I was so willing to get down to the jock and
let Clive see my ass, but that's not how it's done."

"You should get on set with one of my movies," Ryan grinned.  Lucas leaned
over and kissed him.

"I've seen your movies.  The only special effect is how big they make your
dick look," he teased.

"Bitch," he said pushing Lucas away playfully.

Lindsey and Vicky were still at the table in the restaurant with the three
boys.  "Sorry guys, we have to get going.  Give us a call and maybe we can
all hang out again."  They swapped phones and put their numbers in.  The
girls left and the boys congratulated themselves on their success.

"So who won?"  Scott asked.

"Me obviously," Keith replied as he took a sip of his drink.

"How do you figure?"  Kriss asked.

"I got them over here and they wanted our numbers.  You asked them to sit
on your lap. A clear victory for the gay guy."

"Okay, so we call them and then what?  You do each other's nails and talk
about boys?  I think I'd win on that round."  Kriss said in his own
defense.

"At least I know how to look after my nails.  I don't chew them down to the
knuckle like a starving beaver," Keith said holding his hands out in front
of him to how his nails.

"See, it's impossible to insult him.  He thinks everything is a
compliment," Kriss remarked to Scott.  "Even the way he looks at his nails
is girly."

"What's that mean?"  Keith asked.

"You hold your hands out in front of you and look at the back of your hand
when you check your nails.  Like a girl.  Guys check their nails like
this," he said holding his palm up and folding his fingers in so he could
look at his nails.

"Is that really the best you got Kriss?  How I look at my nails?  My whole
point today is that we've been out for over an hour and still aren't any
closer to getting laid then when we were back at the house.  Now watch how
a gay guy does it, and I'll see both of you back home after I've had some
action."

Keith stood up and told the guys to follow him.  They headed out of the
restaurant and down to a park just a block away.  Keith set his sights on a
guy about his age and went to talk to him.  The other two stood back and
watched as they connected and then headed off into the woods together.

"Is he really going to have sex in the bushes?"

"Probably.  He's right about one thing.  Gay guys can get sex just that
easily.  Sometimes I wish I were gay, especially when I wake up horny.
Except for the whole having to suck a dick thing. I might be okay doing him
from behind as I could pretend he was a girl."

"I hear you there," Scott said with a half smile as he stared into the
bushes.  "So should we wait, or go home?"

"We can go home.  He'll be in there for a while.  He'll probably hook up
with a few more before he comes back."

"Seriously?  He seems like such a quiet reserved guy at your house."

Kriss laughed.  "You don't live beside him in the next room.  When that guy
has sex, everyone knows it.  I'm just surprised my parents haven't caught
him yet.  I guess it helps that their bedroom is at the other side of the
house.  They don't have to listen to it."

"That'd be so weird listening to your brother, or sister, having sex.  I
don't think I could handle that."

"Tell me about it.  Worst part is walking in on them doing it.  No one
needs to see that.  Let's go back and hit the video games."

"Hey Keith!  You coming over later," some guys yelled from across the park.

"Yep, sure," Kriss smiled as he waved and kept walking away with Scott.

"He called you Keith," Scott said stating the obvious.

"Yep, happens all the time.  I've learned not to say anything and more
importantly, not to stop and talk, or they start hitting on me, and then
when I reject them, they figure Keith is being an asshole.  So I look
busy. Oh shit.  The guy coming towards us is one of Keith's one night
stands who won't stop pestering him. I don't have time for this.  Quick,
hold my hand," he said as he took Scott's hand and they picked up the pace,
walking right past the guy with barely any acknowledgement.  "That was
close," Kriss said with a sigh of relief, once they rounded the corner.
"Okay, you can let go of my hand."

"Right. Sorry. You live a strange life," Scott said looking at him with a
look that was hard to identify.

"Now you know why I want to go to public school, and why each of us go to
separate schools.  We get to be individuals that way.  No matter where we
go, we get mistaken for each other.  Sometimes it causes problems when one
of us has a girlfriend or boyfriend and other see us with someone else and
think we're cheating.  Other times, people think we're being rude when we
don't recognize them."

"Yeah, sorry about that.  But I think if you let people know up front that
you're triplets, they might understand better."

"You'd think so, but then it gets into the whole wanting us to all have sex
together, or seeing how identical we really are, or wanting to be friends
with all three of us at the same time.  Shit like that.  I want my own
friends, and as much as I like Kevin and Keith's friends, it's nice to have
ones that share my interests."

"Has anything weird happened when you got mixed up?"

"A lot.  A lot more than you'd think."

"Have you ever tried to fool girls by pretending you're the other brother?"

"No.  We made a rule about that.  If a girl gets us mixed up, we tell them
immediately that we're the wrong brother.  That's a little tougher when you
have a brother like Keith."

"You mean who's gay?"

"I mean one who's a slut and brings a new guy home every day.  Half of them
want a three-way with us, others try hitting on me and Kevin thinking we're
Keith, and at least one even climbed in the shower with me in the morning."

"You're kidding. How?"

"Since we've grown up together, we're not shy around each other, so we
don't usually close the door as we only have the one bathroom upstairs.
Occasionally if we don't know Keith has someone over and we don't lock the
door to his bedroom, the odd guy will stroll in.  In their mind we're
identical, so they think it's okay to climb in the shower."

Scott laughed.  "So you could get laid every morning if you wanted."

"Yeah, with a dude.  Not what I was going for," Kriss laughed with a shake
of his head.

"What's the farthest any of them ever got with you?"

"Not far at all, but I've seen more erections than any straight boy should
ever see.  I could be in therapy for years."

They went to commercial.

"Wow, this is a full sex packed episode.  They really must be trying to
ramp up the ratings," Kyle grinned and turned to kiss his boyfriend.

"It's only got started," Ryan said. "There were more shirtless guys running
around than in any other episode we've done."

"Which is more than you normally wear during your shoots," Kyle added.

"Fair enough," Ryan grinned as we all started to think about him doing
porn.  Or maybe it was just me thinking about him doing porn.  He may be
J.P.'s boyfriend, but he still had an amazing body, especially his dick.  I
never turn it down when the opportunity presents itself.

The show skipped back to Wendy and her two boys.  Eldon was now being
massaged by Brayden with Wendy having moved closer so Brayden's head could
be on her lap, making it look as if he were inches from her pussy, but of
course nothing was shown.  "I think you should turn over and let him do
your front now," she suggested.

"I'm good like this," Brayden replied nervously.

"Boys, you've come this far.  Trust me, it'll be worth it in the end.
We'll just agree to keep it between the three of us.  Our own little secret
where you both lose your virginity and learn things you never dreamed
about."

Eldon moved off Brayden and he turned over.  Wendy's eyes went right to his
crotch.  "Now that's what I'm talking about.  See you are enjoying yourself
after all.  Nice to know you're mature enough to go through with it, and
not some little boy who is afraid of a naked body. You've already made it
through first and second bases.  Let's head for a home run boys."

"I'm not afraid.  I'm just not gay," he replied.

"I was pushing the limits of the jock at this point," Lucas said.  "I was
so hard with Clive sitting on me that I thought I might bust one out right
there in front of everyone.  The funny part is that I could feel Clive's
junk when he was sitting on me.  I'm pretty sure he was hard too, but I
never asked as it would have been weird and I didn't want to freak him out
more than he already was.  While he was massaging me, he was so nervous, he
was shaking like a leaf."

"Nice.  Seriously you gotta bring him over.  Get him more used to these
scenes. Then maybe we could have a cast party at the end of season and
relive some of the hot scenes of the season, only without Hollywood props
and magic.  Invite all the stars, guest stars and extras over," I
suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," J.P. said with a smile.  "Then the whole cast can
meet the real triplets."

"I thought we were going to show up and do a scene together at some point?"
Jason asked.

"We will.  I think everyone is excited for that to happen, but we should
leave your names out of the credits just to enhance the mystery of the real
life triplets for now," he suggested.  Both Jason and I agreed.

"Okay Eldon.  Keep massaging him.  Remember what I see you do to him, I do
to you or you can do to me.  Whichever works."

"Okay, but you promise right?"  Eldon asked.

"I promise! Pinky swear," she said with a smile.

Eldon moved into position at the side of Brayden and then the camera went
in close on Brayden's face as he gasped and inhaled deeply.  "Holy shit,
dude."

Wendy grinned as the camera shot to her.  "That's what I'm talking about.
Way to step up Eldon.  Looks like you're going to get some action tonight."
Then her eyes went wide as the camera panned back and showed Eldon bent in
half over Brayden's crotch.  From the reactions on the faces of the
characters, it was pretty obvious that he was supposed to be getting a
blowjob."

"Before you ask, Justin.  No he didn't blow me," Lucas informed us.  "He
wasn't even touching me."

"Shut up homo.  You're ruining this.  Let me have my fantasy," I said with
a smirk.  Blake giggled and reached over to grab Colton's crotch, only to
find his hand being gently removed.

The scene went back to Kriss and Scott as they played video games lying on
the bed.  Both boys had gotten down to shirts and shorts.  From there, they
got ready to head to bed and after a small discussion, agreed that it was
okay to sleep in the same bed.  The show skipped over what happened with
Wendy and her boys, as the next scene was the three of them lying on the
bed side by side with Wendy in the middle.  All were back in their
underwear.

"Looks like you boys aren't virgins anymore," she said with a smile.  "Any
time you want to get together again, just call me.  We can bat a few more
home runs."

"Will we have to do the same things with each other again first?"  Brayden
asked.

"Of course silly.  Now that you've had a three-way.  You shouldn't be shy
with each other.  Something tells me you'll be much better friends now.  It
was so hot that I could definitely see us getting together again and going
for a few hours." She licked her finger and put it in her mouth
seductively.  "But I gotta go boys.  Dream of me."  She climbed off the bed
and got dressed before heading out.  The two boys watched her go and then
looked at each other, before moving further apart on the bed.

"Dude, not a word about this. Not ever to anyone." Eldon said quickly as he
leaned over to grab his shirt and pull it on.

"Like that's going to happen.  Want a shower?"

"NO!"

"I meant did you want to go have a shower first?  Not have a shower with
me." Brayden clarified.

"Right.  Yeah, good idea.  Sorry.  Just gonna take a while to process what
just happened.  No offense, but I don't know if I can do that again.  I'm
not sure it was worth it to get laid."

"Let's not talk about it, dude. Way too weird.  But just so you know, I
thought it was seriously hot watching you lose your virginity with her and
us taking turns with her.  I'd be up for that again, for sure."

"But you heard her right?  If we want her, we have to do each other again."

"Yeah, but she's not the only chick in town.  We place a Craigslist ad and
we could have all the pussy we want.  Do you know how many chicks would
kill for a three-way with two hot young guys?  Tons.  We could even charge
for it.  Like a club or something," Brayden suggested.

"Nice.  As long as I don't have to do you again, I'm up for anything."

"Just keep an open mind.  I'll bet chicks would pay big money to watch us
make out before we tag teamed them."

"Let's just stick with sharing chicks.  We've got laid once, we're not
professional porn stars."

"But we could be.  You heard Wendy.  We were good dude." The boy's fist
bumped as Brayden raced for the bathroom to shower.

The next scene was over to Duane, where he was in his room with food
everywhere and lying asleep on his floor.  He had an orange face and it
looked adorable.  Wendy poked her head in to his room and went over to pick
him up.  She put him into bed, wiped his mouth and put the covers over him.
Then she leaned in and kissed him goodnight.  It was a nice moment showing
the tender caring side of her, instead of the sex crazed slut.

After the next commercial, the scene opened on Kriss and Scott, now
obviously morning.  Kriss looked over at Scott, who opened his eyes
sleepily.

"`morning," Kriss said.

"Hey," he replied.  "God, I hate mornings.  Hope I didn't move around too
much or snore."

"No, you were pretty still and didn't make a sound."

"Cool.  Your bed is pretty comfortable."

"Thanks.  You can hit the shower first if you want.  I just gotta take a
piss."

"Great.  I can use one to wake me up."

Kriss vanished out of the room as Scott sat up at the side of the bed.  He
stood up and adjusted his crotch, and checking for any tell-tale signs of
morning wood.  When he was satisfied, he sat back down on the bed to wait
for Kriss.  He returned with a towel and threw it to Scott.  "All yours
buddy."

"Thanks," he said as he headed out.  The camera followed, so you kind of
knew something was going to happen, or it would have stayed with Kriss.  He
entered the bathroom, took his piss and stepped into the tub after
supposedly dropping his shorts.  He pulled the frosted shower door closed
and the camera showed him shampooing his hair.  Then he heard the door
open.

"I knew it," I grinned.  "I knew something was going to happen in the
bathroom.  I'm so good at foreplay."

"It's called foreshadowing, Justin, and how would you know you're good at
it, you skip right over it most times," Jason teased.  I threw a pillow at
him.

Scott washed the soap out of his hair and eyes and stepped back from the
water to listen.  You could hear someone taking a piss and then the toilet
flushed.  He jumped back from the water.

"Sorry, dude.  Didn't see you in the shower," a voice said with a hint of
evil.  The shower door pulled back and one of the triplet's faces appeared.
"Oh, shit, sorry.  I thought you were Kevin or Kriss," Keith said stepping
back.  "Shit."

"No worries.  I should have locked the door.  I remember Kriss telling me
that you guys share the bathroom in a morning."

Keith moved back and stuck his face back in.  "Yeah, sorry, I should have
checked first since I knew you were staying over.  Next time I can just
knock when I know you're here."

"Dude, don't worry about it.  I shower in the locker room around twenty
other guys.  No big deal.  This is just like a weird small locker room
where the other guys all look alike," he teased as he kept facing the
shower and soaped up.  Keith's eyes made a point of checking Scott out.

"Cool.  I can see why Kriss likes you," Keith said.

"Huh?  Why?"  Scott said looking over his shoulder.  Keith's eyes quickly
shot back up to Scott's face.

"Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that.  I just meant that you're cool and
laid back and shit.  Not because you have a nice body and cute ass.  Shit.
That's not what I meant.  Damn, I should go.  I should never talk until
I've had a coffee."

"Relax, Keith.  I'm flattered that you like me.  If girls looked at me the
way you do, I'd be the king of the world.  I told you, I'm not bothered,"
he said as he slowly turned around to face him as the water ran over his
face and down his chest.  Keith swallowed hard and was trying not to stare
lower than Scott's face, but inevitably lost and his eyes shot lower.
Scott grinned as he moved his hands to obviously wash his crotch. "I love
the morning shower.  Feels so good, especially when you wake up horny," he
teased as he continued to soap his crotch, although the camera was being
careful not to show anything except hand movements.

"Yeah, I like showering first thing too.  Wakes me up," he said swallowing
nervously.

"Me too, obviously," Scott said looking down.  Keith's eyes followed.

"Uh, I didn't mean it like that.  Oh god Kriss is gonna kill me.  I'm not
hitting on you or anything.  I just can't think straight when I see a cute
naked guy in the shower."

"Aww, you think I'm cute.  Thanks.  From what Kriss tells me, you can't do
anything straight. Never mind think straight."

"Ha ha, very funny.  I should give you some privacy.  Unless you want me to
come in and wash your back for you," Keith offered boldly.

"I'm good for now.  I should finish my shower and get back to Kriss before
he thinks I've drowned in here."

"Right.  Got it.  Sorry to have barged in on you," Keith said as he pulled
the door closed and raced out of the bathroom for his bedroom.  Scott gave
a huge grin and a small laugh as he went back under the water.

Once he was finished, he returned to Kriss' room.  "Damn you take long
showers.  What were you doing in there?  Spanking it?"

"To an audience," he grinned.

"Seriously?"  Kriss said staring at him intensely.

"No, Keith came in to take a piss, then flushed the toilet to try and burn
you, or at least who he thought was you.  I think he got quite the surprise
when he looked in and saw it was me."

"That'll teach him...Wait, did you and he do anything?"

"Shut up.  As if.  He saw me naked is all...with just a bit of morning
wood.  I figure it's no different than the locker room, so I let him check
me out. No big deal."

"Wrong move dude.  Now you're on his radar.  You got a lot to learn about
gay guys.  I can promise that wasn't the right play here.  You wait and
see."  With that he headed off to have his own shower.  He returned a short
while later to get dressed and the two boys headed down to breakfast where
Kevin and Keith were already getting their own meal with their Mom in the
kitchen with them.

"You sleep well boys?"  She asked as they arrived.

"Fine thanks, Mrs. Griffin," Scott replied as he looked at all three
brothers together for the first time.

"Holy crap.  You guys really are identical.  How the hell do you tell each
other apart?"

"It's easy.  We know who we are, so we only have to figure out the other
two, and each one of us has their own tells as to who they are.  Usually
how they're dressed, or a gesture or facial expression," Kriss explained.

"God, I'm going to have to get name tags for you."

"Wouldn't be the first time", Kevin laughed who was dressed better than the
other two.  He had a tie, dress pants and a blazer.

 "So are you going to work or something?"  Scott asked.

"No, I'm in a private school.  This is how we dress," he replied.

"Weird.  I couldn't imagine going to school in a uniform.  I like being an
individual," Scott said, then stopped with a spoon full of cereal halfway
to his mouth as he looked at the three boys.  "Uh, no offense."

They laughed.  "That's why we go to separate schools.  So we can be
individuals and not "the triplets", Keith explained.  "But I hear you on
the uniform.  I wouldn't want to wear one either.  I like being able to
pick out my own look."

"And yet you picked out that look," Kriss teased.

Scott looked at Keith who was wearing bright colored clothes that didn't
appear to match, but had a sense of high fashion if you were about to walk
the runway.

"So I'm moving in with Scott today Mom.  Keith sold me in exchange for
Scott's sister."

"That's nice honey.  Make sure you pack a toothbrush and clean
underwear. Have a good time," she smiled.  "And go clean your room if
you're having someone else live there."  She took her coffee and headed out
of the kitchen.

"Your Mom seems pretty casual about you moving out."

"We used to run away a lot as kids when we thought we were being ignored.
Ironically she just ignores that now," Kriss explained.

"Finally a sister," Kevin grinned.  "Been nice knowing ya bro.  I gotta
jet."  He grabbed his backpack and left.  The camera had been all over the
place showing the guys separately, in pairs and as triplets.  I honestly
couldn't tell if it was all J.P. or not, and wondered if maybe I'd actually
shown up and done a scene myself.  Perhaps while I was Triton or something,
as I was sure one of those guys was me.  J.P. assured me that it was all
him though.  Wonder if the rest of the world will believe that once we hit
the streets in the morning.  I expect to have a hundred paparazzi running
after us and chasing us everywhere.  Should be an epic day.

"I just gotta grab my shit from my room.  I'll be right back," Kriss said
as he raced back to his room.

"Wait, is he serious?  He thinks he's living with you now?"  Keith asked
slightly concerned.

"No," Scott laughed.  He's just crashing at my place tonight.  Gonna let
him see that having a little brother isn't as much fun as he thinks it is.
Especially not a little brother like Duane."

"Good luck.  And hey, if your sister doesn't want to move in, you could.
It'd be nice to have a normal brother."

"Kriss seems pretty normal."

"Yeah, but I think you'd be more fun," he said with a big grin.

Scott just looked at him to see if he could read into that, but Keith
wasn't offering any more information.  He didn't say anything until he and
Kriss were headed for school.  "I think I can tell your brothers apart.
You dress normal.  Keith is more of a risk taker with fashion and Kevin is
boring."

"Sounds right," he laughed.  "Maybe we'll try and trick you by swapping
clothes, or letting you see us without them.  That usually makes it harder
to figure out.  We even fool our parents sometimes."

"Where's your Dad? I haven't seen him yet.  Does he look like you guys
too?"

"He travels a lot so is out of town.  Everyone says we look a lot like him,
but we also get that we look like our Mom too."

As they walked to school, a guy on a bike rode up to them.  "Hey Keith.
Party at my place Friday.  It's BYOBBL.  Bring the hottie with you.  It's
gonna be one epic night."  And with that he took off.

"Who was that and what's BYOBBL?"

"Bring your own booze, boy and lube," Kriss clarified. "and that's Owen.
Keith's latest friend with benefits."

"Just like that they have sex?"

"Yep.  Like I said, if straight guys could get chicks the way gay guys get
guys, life would be sweet."

"So are you going to the party?"  Scott teased.  "And are you taking the
hottie?  Me!"

"Oh sure.  That's what I need.  A dozen naked guys trying to poke things
into me.  I'll text Keith and let him know.  Another one of our rules.  If
we get information meant for the other one, we pass it along.  But actually
you might like Owen's parties.  Tons of chicks show up as he seems to
attract everyone."

"Sound like you guys have a good relationship as brothers."

"Yeah, it's pretty cool.  Of course we don't know anything any different as
we've always had each other."

"So I have to ask.  Do you guys share everything?  Is there anything you
keep from each other?"

"No, not really.  We've been together since the womb, so it's like we're an
extension of the other one.  We totally tease and pester the shit out of
each other, but I couldn't imagine life without them. What about you and
your brother?"

"Duane?  He's a pain in the ass, and at times I'd like to imagine life
without him, but nah, he's a cool little bro.  Eventually he'll grow up and
be a real person."

"I'm a real person," Blake said defending his character quickly.  "I should
move in with you `Marvin', so I can become your real little brother."

"We already live together most of the time," `Marvin' replied with a
smile. "And trust me, I think of you as my little bro anyway."

"No, I mean I should move into your room so we can hang out more."

"Talk about a cock blocker," `Marvin' laughed.

"I so am not.  I'd help you get all the guys you wanted.  One look at cute
little me and my big penis and we can have anyone we want...even girls,"
Blake grinned.

"You want girls?"  I asked.

"Yeah, sure, duh!  I'm a man of the people, Dad.  I gotta give them what
they want.  Wait until I'm super famous.  I'll be getting more action than
all you guys combined."

"Sounds like an ambitious lifetime plan," `Marvin' grinned.

"You'll see.  I know you all secretly want me anyway, but can't have me
`cause you're too old."

"Or you're too young," Lucas said with a smile.

"No I'm not.  Wanna measure penises and see who's more mature?"  Blake said
with a grin.

"Oh, burn!"  Ryan said.  "Trouble is, he is bigger than half of us in this
room."

"Shut up Ryan," Troy said, knowing he was one of the ones with a dick
slightly smaller than Blake.  He was still 7 inches, but Blake was now
bigger.

"I hope mine gets as big as Ryan's," Blake said excitedly.

"Okay, enough penis talk," I said quickly before this got into a show and
tell competition.

"Getting you too excited, huh Dad."

"Shut up and watch the show Blake," I said giving him a tight squeeze
against me.

"So what are the bases?"  Blake asked.

"What?" I asked looking at him.

"When they say you get to first base and second base and stuff.  What's on
each base?"

"Great question," Ben said smiling as the entire room looked at me.  How
the hell do I know?  I have one base, and I bounce up and down on it non
stop until I'm out.

"First base is making out or French kissing," Colin explained.  "Second
base is feeling each other over the top of clothes.  Then third base is
body contact under the clothes, including oral sex, and finally a home run
is when you actually have full penetration sex."

"Oh cool.  I always wondered," Blake said.  Ben and Reece also nodded, and
I think I might have as well.  I was never sure either, I just figured the
whole point of the game was the home run, so I just did that.

Colton was just watching our banter with fascination and rubbed his crotch
a couple of time to adjust himself.  He may run around naked at his own
house, but he wasn't used to hearing the kind of talk that went on around
here so openly, so it would only be natural that he would react to it.

The show continued with school and usual interactions.  Wendy bumped into
Brayden and Eldon.  "Hey boys!  Had fun last night.  Hope we can hang out
again," she said in a loud voice.  The she lowered her voice and her look
turned from seductive to almost evil.  "I've sent you both a souvenir.
Check your emails."

They quickly grabbed their phones and looked at what she had sent them.
Then instantly they looked around the halls and then at Wendy.  "What the
fuck?  You taped it?  You gotta delete this.  I'm serious.  This would ruin
both of us."

"Relax boys, I just edited it down to the parts I thought were hot.  You
two making out gets me so horny.  But if you want the rest of it, where
you're with me, meet me under the bleachers after school."

"Fuck off Wendy.  Delete this.  Now," Brayden said harshly.

"Now now, Bray. Don't be like that. If I get all upset and have tears in my
eyes I might not be able to see my phone properly and might end up
accidentally sending that video to others.  Meet me under the bleachers.
Trust me boys, it'll be worth it, for all of us."  She skipped away almost
happily.

"Oh God, dude.  What do we do?  We have to get that video back.  This makes
us look like fags.  She's not in any of this.  It looks like we just made
out with each other, and it's obvious we really did it and it's not photo
shopped," Eldon said looking like he was about to be sick.

"Well whatever she's up to, we don't agree to anything until we get the
whole video back and have her delete it.  Just relax.  I'm sure she won't
send it out.  If she did, she could go to jail. We're under age for being
in movies like this and it would be easy to trace back to her computer,"
Brayden said logically.

"So let's just go to the cops with it," Eldon suggested.

"Right, and have her send it to everyone before they arrested her, plus
have it show up in court with us doing it together.  Are you crazy?  Let's
just see what she's up to first.  Maybe distract her and take her phone and
destroy it."

"Good.  Yeah!  Good plan.  I'm with you.  Shit, I knew this was a bad
idea," Eldon said as he worked on his phone.  "Delete your copy as well."
He said as he put his phone away.  Brayden made the movement to act like he
was deleting the email.  The boys agreed to meet back after school.

There were some filler scenes with Kriss and Scott saying hi to the team
and preparing for classes, then it switched back to Brayden and Eldon
meeting after school after the commercial break.  They seem to have more
commercials than show.  `We interrupt this commercial to give you the
show.'  "What do you think she wants?"  Eldon asked Brayden as they headed
across the school field.

"Probably more of what we did yesterday.  Bitch is crazy, but I can handle
that I guess as long as we don't say anything to anyone.  Maybe she'll get
other girls involved too.  I wouldn't mind seeing her with a couple of
chicks."

"Yeah, that'd be sweet.  But you really think she's gonna make us do each
other again?  I had nightmares about it."

"Thanks.  I like you too," Brayden laughed.  "Relax. We're friends.  We can
deal with it, especially if we get to do a bunch of girls at the same time.
Just watch them and not each other.  But don't worry, I have a plan.  We'll
get that video back."  As they approached the bleachers, Wendy was waiting
with another person.  All you could see was the outline and long hair.
"See, she's got another girl.  We could be on the verge of our own sex
club," Brayden said quickly, but his enthusiasm was shirt lived as they
arrived only to find the long haired person was actually another boy.

"Hey guys.  This is Nolin."

"Yeah, you're in one of my classes," Eldon said nervously.

"Nolin needs to lose his virginity, just like you boys did," Wendy said
with a smile.

"Don't fall for it, dude.  She'll record you and blackmail you afterward.
She's not worth it, trust us," Eldon warned.

"Awww, that hurts, Eldon.  But you're misunderstanding the situation.
Nolin is gay.  He is going to lose his virginity with you two tonight."

"You know you can't show that video to anyone, right?  It has your phone's
marker on it so they'll know it came from you and we're under age, so you
could go to jail."

Wendy laughed.  "That's so true Eldon.  Whoever sends it out, could go to
jail for distributing underage porn.  Fortunately, it wouldn't be me.  I
have a hacker friend who can clone any I.P. address and I'd hate to see
either of you boys get into trouble for sharing the video of your romantic
night together.  But don't worry.  I promised I wouldn't send it out if you
just keep having fun with me."

"We're not gay, Wendy.  Why not just find him another guy?  Why us?"
Brayden asked.

"For the same reason you boys wanted to get with me.  You get some
experience so you don't look foolish when you find a girl of your own.
Nolin here just needs some confidence and you boys are going to help him
out.  But I'm not heartless, Brayden.  You can have some of this too," she
said as she took his hand and put it between her legs.

"And if we refuse, you send the video?"  He asked.

"Don't be like that baby.  Just think of it as getting laid with a few new
life experiences to make you more open minded.  Come on, we have to get
going."

"Where too?"  Brayden asked.

"Your place.  You said your parents never get home before 6, so we have
plenty of time.  It makes me so wet watching boys make out."

"No video this time though.  We'll be watching you," Eldon said.  "And if
we do this, you delete the video you have of us."

"I might later on, but for now I love watching it.  Especially the part
where the two of you do me.  I can't get enough of your facial
expressions."

They headed off and the camera panned across the school field to show Scott
and Kriss heading home.  "Hope you're ready for my annoying little
brother," Scott said as they walked.

"Definitely.  Maybe I'll get a bit of alone time with Wendy too," Kriss
grinned.

Scott looked over his shoulder to where Wendy was disappearing with the
three boys.  "Maybe, but don't count on it.  She gets pretty busy and Duane
is liable to try and monopolize you.  He likes to be included in everything
when we're at home."

"Sounds like a fun brother," Kriss laughed.

Scott glanced back again.  "You won't think so by morning.  Siblings suck
sometimes. Trust me dude, you can do so much better than Wendy.  We should
find you a hot chick that will be into you."

"Wendy's hot.  She said she wants to be my first and make it special."

"Watch out for her.  She's a bit of a bitch."

"You're just saying that because she's your sister.  I think she's hot."

"Trust me, she's not all that.  I'll tell you more about her later.  Just
promise me that you'll look for someone else and don't fall for any of her
kinky games?"

"Like what?"

"Just promise me dude.  Be careful."

Kriss laughed.  "You're just being protective of your sister.  Don't worry.
I'll be nice to her and I'd never do anything to hurt her."

"It's not her I'm worried about dude," Scott said as the left the field and
headed out onto the road.  The scene changed back to Wendy with the three
boys arriving by taxi at Brayden's house.

If we do this, maybe you could invite some of your girl friends next time,"
Brayden said looking a little uncomfortable.  Brayden looked at Eldon.
"Not one word to anyone, EVER!" he warned.

"We'll see," Wendy said casually.  "I know a few that think you're really
cute and would be interested.  Be a good Samaritan tonight and maybe I'll
introduce you to some."

I was almost giddy at the idea that they'd had these two `straight' boys
making out in the show.  "How far did you actually go with him?"  I asked
Lucas.

"Only what you see on screen and half of that was just camera angles.  The
only real thing was the kissing, and both guys needed to go use mouthwash
as soon as they yelled cut."

"I know the feeling.  I've kissed you before," `Marvin' laughed.

"Shut up!"

"I've kissed you too, Lucas and you're not that bad.  I'd give you two out
of ten, so you're not a complete failure," Ryan said continuing to tease
him.

"I'm at least an eight," Lucas said in his own defense.

"Nuh uh!  Two tops," Ryan repeated.  Lucas got up and went over to him and
grabbed his head and shoved his tongue down his throat.  We all watched as
they made out.

"Uh, you know that's my boyfriend right?"  J.P. said with a smirk.

"Jealous huh?"  Lucas said as he stopped and turned his attention on J.P.
He kissed him as hard as he'd done Ryan.

"Yep, two," they both said at the same time, and then laughed.

"You're such bitches."

"I'll settle this," Reece said with a smile.  "Come kiss me."

Lucas didn't need to be asked twice and went to give an enhanced
performance with Reece as we all watched.  It was like a carnival kissing
booth that cost WAY more than a dollar.

"Nope, he's definitely a five," Reece said with a big grin.  Then one by
one Lucas went around the room kissing everyone and getting rated.  He got
to Colin and I watched up close as his tongue went into him.  It was so
hot.  I almost wanted to do a three-way kiss.  Then he came to me and I got
the tongue next.  He really wasn't the greatest kisser I'd ever had, but he
wasn't bad.  At least a 6.5.  Then he skipped over Blake and went to
Colton, who was a little shocked to be included in the kissing game, but
went along with it.  Once he was done, he rated Lucas as an 8, to which
Lucas smiled and thanked him.  He went to leave, but Blake sat higher up on
the couch.

"Hey!  No fair.  You missed me!"

Lucas looked at Blake and then at me.  I just shrugged and nodded.  After
all it was only a kiss, he wasn't going to fuck him in front of all of us.
That day would come soon enough if Blake was still doing guys when he was
16.  He toned down the kiss that he gave Blake, but once he finished Blake
gave him a 10 and adjusted his erection.  So funny, but no one teased him
about it.

"Now that's a man who knows about kissing," Lucas smiled rubbing Blake's
hair.  I could almost hear the wheels turning in Blake's head as he thought
about how to go about getting more kisses.

The show had moved on to Scott's house after school with the two guys
hanging out.  Duane strolled in to see the two of them.  "Knock asshole!"
Scott told him.

"Okay, but last time I knocked on your asshole you almost beat me to death.
Plus I'm already in, why would I knock now?"  Duane said as he went over to
root though Scott's video games.

"Oh, by all means come in and help yourself to things.  What have I told
you about that?"

"Not to, but what did Mom tell you.  You have to share."

"Well get out.  Kriss and I are hanging out and don't want to be bothered.
He's spending the night so try not being a pain in the ass."

"Cool.  A sleepover.  I'll be right back," he said as he ran off.

"You still think you want a little brother?"

"Yeah, I like him. I think he idolises you."

"Pesters the shit out of me is more like it.  Feel like going out to the
shed and smoking a joint before we play video games.  Makes it way more
challenging."

"Nah.  Pot's not my thing.  But if Keith were here, I'm sure he'd be all
over that.  He's a totally party guy."

"Good to know," Scott smiled.  "If I offer it again and you say yes, I'll
know it's not you."

"That's just messed up," Kriss smiled.  The bedroom door flew open and
Duane reappeared dragging a sleeping bag and foam pad.

"What the hell dude?"

"We're having a sleepover.  I got my stuff," he said throwing it down.

"WE'RE having a sleepover," Scott said pointing rapidly at Kris and
himself.  Not YOU!"

"Come on Scott.  I like sleepovers.  We get to eat junk food and play
videos games and wrestle and stuff.  Are you good at wrestling Kriss?"

"I'm the best," he said as he reached out and grabbed Duane who shrieked,
like Blake does, and tackled him onto the bed.  It was obvious there wasn't
a lot of acting going on as we'd seen that play wrestling a thousand times
before.  Just this time he had clothes on.

Once they stopped, Duane offered to go get junk food.

"After dinner," Scott warned.  "If you have stuff now, Mom will kill you."

They seemed to resign themselves to the fact that they he wasn't going to
leave as they turned on the video games.  "You know they didn't actually
have any games?  We just had to pretend," Blake said as we watched them
begin to play.  Making TV stuff is hard.  Half the time you have to stop
and do it again, and we didn't do everything in order like you see on the
screen.  They had us changing outfits and pretending it was later in the
show, but it was like only minutes after the scene you see now.  The
director said it saves time to shoot all the same scenes together and then
edit them.  He's gonna show me how to do that and how to use the camera.
He said when I get older, they might let me direct an episode too."

"That sounds like fun," I acknowledged with a smile.  They should let me
direct an episode.  No one would be wearing clothes or faking anything.
We'd be going for realism on my episode.  If they didn't understand what I
wanted, I'd just have to show them.  Starting with the straight boys.
Speaking of which, the show was back in Brayden's bedroom with the three
guys having got shirtless.  Wendy was on the bed watching as the three
stood uncomfortably close to each other.  Nolin looked as if he was going
to throw up, and he was supposed to be the gay guy.

"Is the guy playing Nolin really gay?"  I asked.

"Nope.  He's straight.  I think that's what made his nervousness look so
real.  I had an erection the entire time," Lucas laughed.  "Two straight
boys for me to play with."

We watched as Wendy told them to get closer and touch each other.  They
almost began when Eldon turned to look at her.  "Where's your phone?
You're not f-ing recording this."

"It's in my purse.  Relax," she said.

"No way. I'm not doing this until you give it to me.  I don't trust you."

"Such a baby," she sighed as she got off the bed and went to her purse and
fumbled around in it.  She took a moment and then pulled it out and handed
it to him.  "Satisfied?"  He didn't reply and stuck it in his pocket.  The
camera panned around the room and came to rest briefly on a red light
inside Wendy's purse, before returning to the three boys.

"The bitch," Colton said quickly causing some of us to laugh.  I looked at
Blake who was watching the show intently.

"Don't even think about doing something like that.  I'd make sure you're
grounded until you're 18 and never have sex again," I said quietly.

"Shhhh, I'm watching the show.  I still have more scenes ya know," he said
dismissing me.  I'd have to start paying attention to his computer and
phone from now on.  This show could be a bad influence, but I have a
feeling it'll turn around at some point and show consequences for Wendy's
actions.

Eldon moved in against Nolin and the camera cut away just before they
kissed.

"Son of a bitch!" I said it faded out.  "I thought this was cable TV not
network shit."  I wanna see some boy on boy action with at least ass shots
and ideally the full monty."

"You might get a butt shot when they get older, but you'll never get
penetration or erection shots," J.P. laughed.

The next scene was back in school with Kriss and Scott.  I was almost
having trouble keeping up.

"You going to the party tonight," one guy said as he passed by them in the
hall.  "Everyone's invited."

"You feel like going? Owen's parties are off the chain.  You coming?"
Kriss asked Scott.

"I thought it was a gay thing," Scott replied looking at him.

"It will definitely have gay guys, but everyone is welcome.  It's just a
good time and no one cares who's doing what."

"Well, if you're going, I'm there."

"Trust me, everyone will be there."

After the commercial, they came back to the party in progress with Scott
and Kriss walking up to the house.  They both saw Wendy and went up to say
hi.  She kissed Kriss and made a point of putting on a show in front of her
brother.  "Gross," he said and headed off to find something to drink.  In
the kitchen he found Keith and quickly turned his head back to where he'd
left Kriss to make sure it was the second brother.  "Keith?"

"Hey Scotty boy.  You drag my brother with you?"

"Yeah.  He's with my sister.  Had to get out of there.  Couldn't watch that
train wreck happen."

"I know what you mean.  This is Owen," he said introducing his friend.
Scott looked like he was about to say that they'd already met, but chose
just to say hi instead.

"Wait, isn't this the hottie that I told you to bring to my party?"  Owen
said as he came up so close to Scott that he had to back up a couple of
steps.

"Probably, but you told my brother, not me, so I have no idea."

"We've met right?"  Owen asked.

"Briefly yep," Scott admitted.

"Thought so.  You straight?"

"Yep. Sorry."

"No worries.  If you haven't got laid by the end of the night, come find
me.  I'll make sure you don't leave unhappy.  You get the best results
around here if you're shirtless.  Just a piece of advice."

"So Kriss tells me you're into pot," Keith said refocusing Scott, who
looked like he had no idea what to say to Owen.  "Feel like sparkin' one up
right now.  I have some good shit that would get this party off to a good
start."

"Sure, sound good.  I'm sure it would help me deal with seeing my best
friend and sister playing tonsil hockey."

"Well chug that beer, grab another one and let's go outside," Keith
suggested.  "Owen, you joining us?"

"You go ahead.  I gotta pace myself.  I have a lot of guests to get through
and that shit just slows down my hunting ability. Lots of prey, only one
Owen."

He headed off and Scott looked at Keith.  "Are there a lot of gay guys
here?"

"A few, but once Owen gets going and has a few drinks in him, he'll pretty
much do anything that looks at him, guys or girls, straight or gay."

"Oh," he replied as he chugged his first beer, belched and took the second
one.  The two guys headed out to the back yard and took a seat on one of
the benches.  They lit the joint and passed it back and forth between them
as they talked and drank.  The camera headed around the party, showing a
passage of time before heading back to Scott and Keith still outside.

"Feel like hitting a second one?"

"Sure, but that shit is pretty strong.  I'm gonna be so wasted," Scott
grinned.

"I know, right.  Told you it was some good weed."  They began on the second
one and had apparently refreshed their drinks as they made a point of
showing a few empties beside them.  "Owen was right, you know."

"Right about what?" Scott asked uncertainly.

"You are cute."

"Thanks.  And you look just like my best friend.  You kinda remind me of
him," Scott snickered as he inhaled again.

"Funny, but I have a better personality," Keith replied as he took the
joint.  "Here, come closer and we'll share."  He moved his face closer to
Scott and inhaled then made his lips round and pulled Scott even closer.
"Inhale," he said as he began to blow the smoke out.  It was a good shot as
the smoke left Keith and went into Scott.

"They didn't really let you smoke pot did they?"  Colton asked as we
watched the interactions on the screen.

"No.  I think it was oregano or something, but the smoke part was real.  As
was the next part," `Marvin' said smiling.

We all watched as Keith leaned in and kissed Scott full on the mouth.
Scott pulled back looking shocked and his eyes darted all over Keith's
face.

"Shit, sorry.  Habit.  Sorry.  It's the pot and booze.  Shit.  Don't tell
Kriss.  Fuck."  Keith said stammering with an obvious intoxication to him.
Scott just sat there staring at Keith without saying a word.  It looked
like he'd gone into shock or was having a cardiac arrest.  He took the
joint, inhaled and pulled Keith towards him quickly.  He pressed their lips
together as the camera got in close and we watched as smoke came out their
noses.

Blake almost bent over laughing.  "You look like dragons."  He wasn't
wrong, and he was so used to seeing all of us kiss that the significance of
the on screen moment was lost on him.  The boys remained lip locked for a
while and it became obvious they had moved to kissing rather than sharing
pot.  When they broke apart, it was Keith's turn to be shocked and stare at
Scott.

"Was that real, or are you just stoned?"  Keith asked.

"I'm definitely stoned.  Just trying to prove to you that I'm fine around
gay guys and that you don't have to be on your best behaviour around me
when I'm over," Scott suggested.

"Let's grab another beer and then follow me," Keith said as he stood up
with Scott following.  They grabbed a drink from the kitchen and headed
upstairs to a bedroom.  Scott took a moment to look around.

"How come there are pictures of you in here?"  He asked checking a few out.

"This is Owen's bedroom."

"Cool.  He sure has a lot of pictures of guys.  Do you think he's slept
with them all?" he said as he went to sit next to Keith on the bed.

"I would guess that these are the ones he's slept with more than once,"
Keith said looking around.

"Seriously?  All these?  I doubt I'd have this many girls in my entire
life.  I had no idea there were this many gay guys."

"Or curious, bisexual, or horny," he added.

Both boys looked at each other with a slight nervous demeanour.  Keith made
the first move and leaned in to kiss Scott, who returned it.  Within
seconds they were pulling their shirts off and rolling onto the bed.

"You're such a slut, `Marvin'.  If we'd known it was that easy to get you
into bed, we'd have had the house infused with pot," I laughed.

"Not like I haven't made out with J.P. or you a hundred times already, so
this was hardly a stretch for the camera.  I had a hardon the entire time
the cameras were rolling, and you hardly need pot to make out with me."

The show left the bedroom where the boys were making out and went to find
Wendy talking to other boys, with Kriss in the background.  Owen walked by
and Kriss asked if he'd seen Scott.  "Last I heard they were in the yard
smoking up," he replied.  Kriss went looking for him, but couldn't find
him.  He asked around a bit until someone said they'd seen him go upstairs.
Wendy caught up to Kriss and hugged against him.

"What are you doing? Wanna go have some fun?  I found a bunch of people
that want to party afterward," she said obviously hammered out of her tits.

"I'm just looking for Scott.  He was around here with my brother
somewhere," he replied as he headed upstairs with Wendy attached to him
like he was Velcro.  The camera followed them along the hallway.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Ben said as he sat upright watching the screen.

"What?"  Reece asked looking at him.

"They're gonna bust in on Scott and Keith making out aren't they?"

I looked at the clock and the hour was almost up.  "Probably.  We may have
to wait for next week to find out."

"Why don't they just film the show here?"  This looks like your life,"
Chance commented.

"Well at least there's not a lot of acting in it," Colin laughed. "Except
for maybe some of the straight scenes."

We watched as Kriss entered Owen's bedroom to find Keith and Scott on the
bed together.  Keith was lying face down with Scott on top of him, and it
was pretty obvious what they were doing as the camera gave a good angle to
make it look like they were completely naked.

"Scott?"  Both Wendy and Kriss said at the same time.

Keith looked up and smiled.  "Hey bro.  Just getting to know your friend."

Scott flew off the bed and scrambled for his clothes and raced out the
door.  Kriss looked at his brother.  "You're such an asshole."

"What? What did I do?"  He asked as he stood up making no effort to get
dressed in front of the two.  Wendy's eyes darted all over him and then
looked at Kriss.

"Identical huh?  Wanna go have some of our own fun?"

"Fuck off Wendy.  I know you're a giant slut.  Half the guys in here are
talking about you.  Guess it runs in your family."  He stormed out of the
room.  Wendy turned to look at Keith who was sorting out his clothes.

"So are you completely gay?"

"Completely. Definitely."

"Too bad," she said as she left the room and Keith got dressed.  Keith just
smiled and licked his lips seductively.  The scene faded out.

`Next time on Blurred Lines' was the announcement right after the
commercial as the credits rolled.  There was fighting between Kriss and
Scott and Kriss and Keith, then drama between Wendy, Kriss and Scott.  They
showed a locker with the word `FAG' sprayed on it, leaving you to assume it
was Scott's, although they didn't give you a clue as to who did it.

"I think it was Wendy who did it," Troy said as we discussed who we thought
graffitied the locker.

"I'm going with Kriss," guessing Kyle.  "He just caught his best friend
screwing his brother."

"Yeah, but he's used to his brother bringing guys home and wouldn't call
someone a fag since his brother is gay."

"I think it was Owen trying to get a date," laughed Chance.

"Maybe it was someone else from the party.  It could even be Kriss' locker,
thinking he was Keith," offered Ryan.

"Are you allowed to guess since you're part of the show?"  Ben asked with a
smirk.

"Sure.  I wasn't part of that whole scene, so I have no idea either.
Probably only J.P. or `Marvin' know."

"I know too," Blake said squirming in his seat almost bursting to tell us
the secret.  "But I'm not allowed to say.  I'm sworn to confidentialism."

"Confidentiality," Colin corrected.

"Yeah, that.  I'm not allowed to say or they could take away my pay."

"I wonder if they could sue Blake for a breach of confidentiality since
he's not 18 and can't legally sign a contract," Kyle said thinking out
loud.

"I had to sign it," Colin admitted. "So they technically could sue us."

"Don't you own the show?" J.P. asked.

"Yep," Colin said with a smile.

"So you would have to sue yourself.  Therefore Blake can tell us about next
week's plot," reasoned Kyle.

"Can I Dad?"  Blake said excitedly.

"Keep it in this room and go for it," Colin grinned.  Not the move I would
have made.  I would have made Blake learn to keep a secret.  Like me!  I
know how to keep a secret.  I don't tell everyone everything that goes on
in my life and who I sleep with and stuff, and which straight boys are
having their cherries popped... wait, I might not be the best role model
here.  He should learn to take after Colin.  He could keep a secret
forever.  Probably the businessman inside him that made him like that.
Oooh, I wonder if I could get a businessman inside me later.

"I did the graffiti.  Well my character did.  He overheard Kriss and Scott
talking and freaked out.  He goes nuts and trashes Scott's room.  They let
me totally trash it.  I never had so much fun and the crew encouraged me to
go wild.  I think I broke everything," he grinned.

"As long as you don't try to replicate that scene in your own room," I
smiled.

"No way dude!  I have way too much cool stuff in my room.  But it was
seriously fun," he grinned excitedly.  "I told you I was a shit disturber.
My character also becomes a bully to his older brother to try and make him
do stuff."

"Okay, don't give away the entire season's plot in just a couple
sentences," Colin warned.  "I think we should call it a night.  I have a
conference call with New York in the morning."

"Who ya gonna call, Dad?"

"Ghostbusters.  Just a business call.  Nothing as exciting as trashing a
room," Colin smiled.

"Cool, come on Colton.  Let's let the old folks go to bed," he announced as
he stood up ready to leave.

"Just remember, we're out at the car wash tomorrow, so you are staying over
at Cory's for the night," Colin reminded him.

"I know, we have a whole Scout sleepover planned.  Gonna go for our staying
up all night merit badge."

"I don't think that's a badge." I smiled.  "Is that a badge?" I asked
Jason.

"Nope, but if it were, a lot of them would get it, that's for sure," he
replied with a smirk.

Blake was just about to head out and I looked at him and pouted.  "What, no
good night kiss?"

Blake giggled.  "God, you're so weird sometimes.  First I'm not allowed to
do sex stuff, now you want me to kiss you.  I think that old timers disease
is setting in Dad."  He came over to give me a kiss goodnight.  I thought I
was just getting a peck on the cheek or lips as usual, but after the show
and the round of kissing that Lucas did, I should have expected the full on
tongue kiss that I got.

"Wrong type of kiss Blake," I said as I gently pushed him away.

"Says you," he giggled and then went to try the same thing on Colin, who
was ready for him.  Then because Blake like to take everything to extremes,
he went around the room French kissing everyone else.  Once he finished and
left with Colton, Ben spoke up.  "Damn, he's a pretty good kisser for his
age.  Would it be wrong to say it gave me a boner?"

"Yep, super weird and creepy wrong dude," Reece laughed.  "He's technically
your brother."

"Then that didn't happen," Ben smiled "But if you'd like to show me how you
kiss for a couple hours, I could compare you two."

Reece pulled Ben to his feet with a huge grin on his face.  "Okay, we have
to head up to bed now!" They said good night and disappeared quickly.  The
rest of us put things away and Colin locked up the house as we headed up to
bed ourselves.  Colin may have a call in the morning, but I had to get
ready for the annual naked car wash.  I was going to have to shave things,
lube things and fluff things, so I had a lot of prep work to do before I
could head out to it for a day of nudity.

As we entered the bedroom, Colin spun around and pulled me against him in a
big hug.  "So don't forget me when you become a big celebrity now.  I'm
sure you're going to want to be identified as Keith in the show aren't
you?"

"I pretty much am Keith, aren't I?"  I've already slept with Scott and had
plenty of Owen's, but I would never forget the guy in my life that matters
the most to me."

"Dickson?"  he grinned.

"Bitch.  I meant you.  Well, you or Ross Lynch.  It's a toss up," I giggled
as he threw me on the bed and jumped on me.  I think it took him about
three seconds to get my shirt off and kiss down my stomach to my underwear,
where he yanked them off and began to suck my enlarging member.

"Can Ross Lynch do that?"  he said as he deep throated me right down to the
balls.

"If he can, then we're definitely having a three-way with him for a
weekend.  Any possibility we could find out?"

"Shut up!"  He said as he pushed my legs back and buried his face in my
hole.  I grabbed my ankles and pulled my feet even further back so he had
the best access possible.  He pulled off his shirt and underwear, reached
over to the night table for the lube and coated his dick and fingered some
into my hole.  My whole face broke out into one giant smile as I watched
the tip head for my hole.  I was always ready for this and I almost inched
forward to get to it faster.  Colin didn't have to go easy with me and I
loved it when he was super horny like this.  He put his cock at the
entrance to my cute little boy bum and then in one hard thrust slammed
himself all the way inside and right down to his balls, before he climbed
on top and then pounded the hell out of me like he was jack hammering into
concrete.  He pressed his face to mine and I felt his tongue almost lick my
tonsils. I grabbed the back of his head and on each thrust into me, I
raised my hips to get it even harder.  I love been fucked like this.  Raw
passion, pure sex for the purpose of getting both of us off.  He grabbed my
hair, and I grabbed his as I got fucked harder and harder.  We were almost
having trouble breathing fast enough and his saliva was mixing with mine as
I got pummelled.  He cried out slightly and I felt him shake in such a way
that I knew I had just received his load inside me.  It hadn't taken long
and as he slowed down but kept fucking me, he eased up and grinned.  "Looks
like I wasn't the only one that enjoyed that," he said looking at my
stomach.

I had come with just him fucking, kissing and rubbing himself all over my
body.  He was probably the only one anywhere that could make me do that
with touching myself. "You can pound me like that anytime baby. Nothing
hotter than you!"

"Come on, let's get a quick shower and hit the sack."

That always sounds so painful.  Hit the sack.  Couldn't we say, hit the
pillow, or catch some zees?  Hit the sack sounds so BDSM-ish.  He pulled me
up and I rubbed the cum into my chest so it wouldn't drip on the carpet as
we made our way to the shower.  We had another quickie in there before
climbing into bed to snuggle.  I awoke in the morning ready for my pounding
part two, but he was already gone.  I guess he had snuck out early.  Boo.
Morning wood is my best wood.  When it comes to hard wood, my dick was
Hickory! The hardest wood known.  I thought about wandering down the
hallway to see who I could use, but I knew Chance was sleeping with Kyle
and Ben and Reece were in the guest room together.  `Marvin' was in with
Lucas, and Troy had taken his namesake Troye to bed.  Jason and Alex had
gone home, as had J.P. and Ryan, so it was just me without a fuck buddy.  I
got up, pulled on a pair of shorts and wandered downstairs to grab a
coffee.  I heard Colin talking from his office we had in the house and I
wandered over to see if he needed anything.  Specifically, anything around
his groinal region.  I hardly ever went into the office, in fact I can't
remember the last time I even poked my head in.  It always seemed so
anti-fun.  The door was partially open and I was about to enter.

"If you seriously think I'm going to lose a quarter of a billion dollars
due to your incompetence, think again.  I'll bankrupt you and flush
whatever existence you have in the business world down the toilet.  Then
I'll buy your company back at 10 cents on the dollar and use it to pleasure
myself with.  You have 24 hours to get me a proposal that makes sense or
you and all your employees can say goodbye to your operation...I don't give
a shit if you think it's the right move.  I have a stake in this and I'm
not going to allow you to drag me down with you.  I hope you have the money
to cover the losses, because when I'm done picking through the carcass of
your company, I'll turn my attention to you personally.  FIGURE IT OUT!!!"
He screamed and then I heard the phone crash across the room.  This may not
be the best time to see if he wants a blowjob.  I scurried upstairs to the
bedroom with my coffee.  Wow, he can be quite the aggressive guy when he
wants.  No wonder I got fucked good and hard last night.  I think I
benefitted from that rage a bit.  It was about a half hour later when he
strolled up and said good morning.  He was back his usual self and there
was no sign of the rage I had just overheard.

"`Morning, babe," he said as he leaned in to kiss me.

"Hey sweetie.  I missed my morning boning!  I thought you had a call to New
York or something this morning," I said playing innocent.

"Already done.  Now it's all about spending the day with the one I love,"
he said sweetly.

"Aww...booo!  I thought you were going with me to the car wash," I
pouted. "But Blake'll be happy."

"Shut up.  I love you both, but I meant you.  A day of washing cars and
getting you all wet and soapy sounds like the perfect day."

"Yes, yes it does," I grinned.  Wanna show me how that goes exactly?  We
could start in the shower.  I have some extra lathery soap in there and you
could buff my chassis with it!"

"You're so weird when you're horny, but never change baby," he beamed as we
headed for the shower where I got detailed.  I won't go into details... HA!

It was time for the annual car wash and we were lucky enough to have a
sunny warm day.  That meant lots of people would show up as volunteers and
lots more would show up with their cars.  It was going to be an epic day.



End of Chapter.  Car wash up next.  Justin is already detailed and sparkly
clean. Wonder how long it will take for him to get lubed and dirty.  The
after party should be a good time too...if I know Justin's parties.
Comments, suggestions and feedback welcome at outinwest@gmail.com Thanks
for continuing to read the story after all this time!