Date: Mon, 27 Jul 2015 03:22:52 +0000 (UTC) From: Tague Micheals Subject: A Gaggle Of Boys 1 This story was first posted in 2008. I received a great deal of response as well as encouragement to continue the story. However it got lost in the mix of new stories and was forgotten. I have recently received encouragement from quite a few readers requesting that I continue it. So, I've added more description, changed things around a little bit and am hoping to add at least 1 more chapter, maybe more. I hope it meets with your satisfaction. If not, oh well. Hugs, Tag_m ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I tended to hang out for a few hours, or sometimes a few evenings and sometimes an entire Saturday or Sunday, every week at my best friend Stan's place. We'd been friends since he was fourteen and I was nineteen. Introduced through an older brother, I'd been somewhat enchanted with Stan since we first met. Slender, slightly wavy blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a somewhat pale Nordic skin coloring, Stan had a straightforward attitude. He tended to tell people what he thought and did so in no uncertain terms. He was funny, sarcastic, honest, and loyal. He and I hit off from the very beginning, although at no time was it ever a sexual relationship although I had been totally attracted to him from the moment I first laid eyes on him. Stan was as straight as they come although he is totally tolerant of my sexual orientation even though he didn't become aware of it for a good ten years or more after this story took place. Ours was a very symbiotic friendship; Stan and I were opposites in many ways. I grew up with my family in a small town; Stan, the youngest of three siblings, had been raised by his grandparents since birth. He never graduated high school, electing to leave his inner city school a few months into the 10th grade after being robbed at knife point. My interests tended toward the intellectual whereas Stan's were mechanical; I was more of a white collar and he was blue. I was educated and very articulate while Stan sometimes had difficulty expressing his thoughts and because I often helped him find the words he was looking for earned the nickname Mr. Dictionary. Stan was incredible when it came to making up nicknames for people we knew, some of the nicknames totally hilarious. In fact, other mutual friends seemed rather honored when he bestowed a nickname on them. We had both gotten married and subsequently divorced in our twenties. During his marriage Stan ended up gaining custody of his sister's son Kriss, the boy's mother being a drug addict and not able or perhaps willing to take care of her son. It pissed Stan off and since he and his nephew got along great, it was no surprise when Kriss told his mother to go fuck herself and moved in permanently with Stan. Hell, the kid spent a majority of his time there anyhow. Stan was also an excellent mechanic, having learned at the feet of his grandfather and uncle in their neighborhood shop back in the sixties when cars were much easier to work on. Needless to say when I had a mechanical problem, which was more frequent that I liked, I always went to Stan first. Although twisting wrenches was more of a hobby than his primary profession, Stan's heart and serenity lay in working on cars, and his abilities verged on mystical. Whenever I went to Stan's house it seemed as though there were always a handful of boys, Kriss's friends, hanging out which had been an occurrence long before Kriss lived there full time. It was a safe place for boys; it was like a boy's club. There were no mother's or other women nagging at them to close the door, wipe your feet, don't eat in the living room, watch your language and all of the other admonishments that come when adult females inhabit an area. Don't get me wrong because the boys didn't run wild or do anything and everything that they wanted. There were rules and Stan was a strict disciplinarian in many respects. It was just more relaxed, an easy place to hang out for any male, boy or man. Kriss and I had gotten along better than he and Stan in many ways. I wasn't the primary male in his life or the Alpha male of the household. Kriss had known me all of his young life and he, as well as Stan, had often turned to me for help in resolving a conflict between them. Also there were things that the boy didn't feel comfortable talking to "his dad" about and so turned to me. And of course there was the fact, totally unknown to Kriss or his friends, that I loved and adored boys and as such was more tolerant of their overall behaviors than many adults. Because I was a regular at the house I knew most if not all of the boys that hung around and had very good relationship with all of them. In their eyes, I was cool. On more than one occasion I had been at the house waiting before Stan to get home from work or whatever other project he was working on. I generally kibitzed with whoever was there and while the discussions could get pretty interesting, as the boys started to mature the topic often became sexual in nature. At the time that this story took place most of the boys were 13 years old, Kriss being one of the oldest of the boy pack, but there were a couple of 12 year olds as well. Like all boys they loved to rough house and since I enjoyed wrestling with them, and what boy lover wouldn't, the visit often included king of the mountain or just plain old "let's mob Seth," which was my name. Sometimes it happened outside and other times in the house, which wasn't allowed. At times like that, when Stan wasn't there and a rule got broken I never ratted the boys out so they knew they could trust me and that included Kriss. That also included sexual play, although up until this story, sexual play was generally bantering about a boy's sexual attributes or activities and by the time this story happened I'd seen plenty of the boy's naked butts and at least one or two hairless butt holes. Like most boys in the company of other boys they had no reservations about mooning each other and since I was one of the boys my presence didn't inhibit them in the least. Sleep over's at Stan's were often a weekend occurrence. If I happened to show up on a weekend morning it was rare not to see anywhere from one to five or more boys other than Kriss racked out in the living room. I'd seen all of them at one time or another splayed out in their underwear still sound asleep. I'd seen them cuddled up with one another in sleep and I'd seen plenty of rock hard boy cocks barely concealed under briefs as they slept. In fact sometimes when a boy got up to pee he didn't bother to hide the tent in his underwear and when they got up and stayed up they generally didn't bother getting dressed immediately, often wandering around, eating, or even watching morning cartoons in their underwear, often without shirts on. The boys seemed to be totally unselfconscious about their bodies and Stan didn't seem to care one way or another. It was a house of, and for, guys. And I loved being there. So it was that I showed up at Stan's early one Saturday morning and let myself in. I could see that the bathroom door was closed so plopped down in an easy chair to wait, letting my eyes adjust to the dim light, said dimness caused by the closed curtains. As usual there were boys laid out asleep and I saw that they'd moved the coffee and end tables out of the way in order to make room. As my eyes adjusted I counted six of them and true to form they were practically naked. Kriss, who had commandeered the sofa, had been lying on his side with a blanket pulled up to his hip with about five inches of white cotton brief exposed. On the floor the other boys were scattered sort of helter-skelter in various stages of cover. I noticed that toward the end of the small room two of the boys were sleeping close, the one completely uncovered had one had his arm draped over the other's stomach and that boy was covered to his belly with a sleeping bag, although one bare leg was completely exposed up to his thigh. A rustling drew my attention back to the sofa where Kriss had rolled onto his back with his arm thrown across his eyes. The movement caused the blanket to get pushed off and I could easily see that the thirteen year old had a raging piss hard on. In addition, his boner had pulled the front of his briefs so that it opened the leg hole and I could see a part of his wrinkled sac sticking out. Kriss was definitely growing up. It was difficult for me to take my eyes off of Kriss, my mind creating images of what his boyhood charms might look like. I glanced at the other boys, all dead to the world, and saw lots of flat boy belly's and chests, at least one brief covered bubble butt of a boy who'd thrown off his covers, and least one more uncovered but clothed boner. Back at the end of room I watched as the boy with the hand on his belly rolled over onto his belly. His movement caused the boy next to him to roll away from him. The other boy continued to roll and in the process brought one leg up and draped it across his friends' leg. All of the movement caused the sleeping bag to fall off of the boy exposing his bare little butt. Sweet Jesus, the kid was totally naked which caused me to wonder just what the boys had been up to the night before and also made me wonder if it had been just those two or all of them. I got up slowly and made my way over to where they continued to lay, careful not to disturb any of them. Standing at the feet of naked boy I could clearly see his balls, completely hairless, as they rested in a puddle on the sleeping bag between his thighs. I squatted down to get a better look. Had his leg been brought up any higher I would have been able to see the puckered muscle of his hole. How he was lying created one of the views of a boy that I loved the most. I found it provocative and sexy as all hell and I wanted to drop down and lick the boy's hairless sperm makers then spread his cheeks and bury my tongue up his hole until the cows came home. I heard the shower shut off in the bathroom so gently covered the boy. I wasn't sure just how Stan would have reacted had he seen the boy like that. I also wasn't sure if the other boys knew that he was naked and wanted to spare the boy any embarrassment. I went back to the chair and waited, continuing to cast my eyes over the boy buffet. Stan came out of the bathroom in his underwear, said good morning and continued down the hall, my own greeting following him. My eyes went back to the room and I watched Kriss's lithe young body go stiff as he stretched out, arms out in front of him. As he relaxed both hands went to his crotch to squeeze and push at his rock hard cock and gently tug at his balls, something I was sure most males did when they awoke in such a condition. I certainly did. "Shit I gotta piss like a race horse," he said to me then yawned. "That is fairly apparent," I responded and the boy smiled at me, then stood up and stretched again, his groin not more than two feet from my face. Kriss was a little hottie, pure and simple. His hair was a mix of various shades of blonde, sandy being the most prolific and a light blonde coming in second. He wore it long; past his ears and across his forehead. It would have been a bowl cut except for the fact that the ends flipped out on the sides and curved to left side above his thick eyebrows. If not for the curve at the bangs is would have reached the bridge of his narrow nose. Kriss sported a beautiful set of blue eyes and long dark lashes. His face was completely smooth and blemish free. I would have loved to cuddle up naked with the kid. He walked passed me toward the bathroom, not bothering to hide the fact that his cock was straining against his underwear. I watched him pass, once again wondering just what he looked like under there then admiring his tender butt as he walked away. Kriss looked to be well enough endowed for a boy his age and looked like he might take after his uncle. I'd only seen Stan naked once and had been thoroughly impressed with the then seventeen year olds body. His cock had been completely flaccid but still looked to be a good seven and a half thick inches long. Kriss also took after his uncle in the looks department and the similarities were strong enough that people often thought that he was actually Stan's son. Stan finally came out of the bedroom and went straight to the kitchen to put on coffee. His nephew came out of the bathroom shortly after and went over the where the covered but naked boy was sleeping and gently shook him then leaned down and whispered something to the kid. Kriss then pulled a t-shirt from the pile of clothes strewn about the floor, tugged it on and headed toward the kitchen. The boy he woke up propped himself up and looked toward where I was sitting and I saw that it was Toshi, Kriss's Japanese friend. Another slender, small statured boy, Toshi was a nice light brown tone. His pitch black hair was kept short except for the bangs which were longer and slightly spikey. The boy had large black eyes, and like Kriss a completely smooth face along with an award winning smile that he showed often. "Hey Seth," he said then yawned as I heyed him back. He fumbled around under the sleeping bag then rolled onto his back, pulled his knees closer to his chest and went through the obvious motions of putting his underwear on. Done he tossed the covering off then stood up and headed to the bathroom, the front of his underwear covering another obvious boner. I checked his ass out as he walked away, remembering what it looked like before he'd covered it. I practically licked my lips. His body was nicely defined although not overly so. So, I thought to myself, at the very least Kriss knew his friend had slept naked, and now his friend probably figured that I knew it and it appeared that neither one of them cared that I knew. I was then very curious as to what might have taken place the night before and of course the vision in my mind was of a houseful of naked teen and preteen boys sucking and fucking and doing all manner of nasty things to each other. Fuck would I have loved to be a fly on the wall the night before. Better yet I would have loved to be a participant in whatever boy play they might have engaged in and it certainly looked to me like something had gone on. Stan came in, handed me a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa, his own cup in his hands. We talked briefly about the local university basketball team then the day's events, which were to head out to a wrecking yard and pick up a door to replace a banged up door on a car he was working on for a friend. As we talked Toshi came out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen, I assumed to get a bowl and then join Kriss at the table for cereal. Stan and I blathered on then got up to refill our cups when the phone rang. Stan answered it and while I could only hear his side of the conversation it was clear that there was a problem. The call ended with Stan saying that he'd be there in about three hours. "What's up Uncle Stan?" Kriss asked as soon as Stan hung up the phone. "My dad," he said looking at me, "he's had a heart attack and they've got him in ICU. He's okay but he's not out of the woods and they're gonna keep him a few days. I gotta get down there." The look on my friend's face wasn't shock but there was concern. Stan and his dad didn't get along real well. His father had left Stan to be raised by Stan's mother's parents shortly after Stan had been born. His mother had been killed in a freak accident and his father hadn't felt that he was capable of raising the other two kids as well as a newborn baby. To make matters worse his father hadn't lived all that far away, an hour at most, but regardless, regular visits were infrequent. Stan always felt that as he got older his father could have taken the boy to live with him and his brother and sister but that didn't happen. As an adult his relationship with his father had improved but Stan still harbored a fair amount of resentment against the old man. "Can you take care of Kriss for a few days Seth?" I looked at Kriss who nodded his head. "Sure no problem Stan, whatever you need," I told him. Stan all but ran toward his bedroom. "Do I have to go to your house Seth or can we stay here?" Kriss asked. When I asked if it would make a difference he shrugged his shoulders. "Well, the guys were going to spend the night." I looked toward the living room where two of the boys had gotten up. One of them stretched his arms up to the ceiling and when he dropped them one hand went to his crotch and scratched his balls as he headed toward the bathroom. A variety of things were running through my head but my attention was brought back to the table by Kriss asking, "Well, can we stay here?" I looked back at the cute young boy, all smooth faced, his thick and slightly long blond hair still rumpled from sleep, and nodded my head. "Yeah, I'm okay with that Kriss," I said. The cute boy smiled and responded with a drawn out "yes", under his breath. I poured another cup of coffee and while I was in the kitchen Nathan came in to get a bowl and spoon for breakfast. A cute little dark haired boy, Nate was probably the youngest of the group and the smallest, a compact little guy and a goddamned little cutie. His pitch black hair was worn almost to his shoulders except for the bangs which were cut right at his ultra-thick eyebrows except that it curved slightly upward over the brows and almost creating a little heart. He was an olive skinned boy and I thought I'd heard that he was of Italian decent. When he went back into the dining room I admired his tiny little butt, the twin orbs held in check by white cotton briefs. Boxers were still a good ten years away from being vogue and when they did become popular I would certainly begin to miss the days of tightie whities. Stan came out with a small gym bag in his hand, went straight over to Kriss and gave him a hug, told him to behave, clasped my hand and said thanks he'd call me later and went out the door. I sat back down at the table where the other three boys were eating and chattering about what they were going to do for the day. Kriss informed them that they could stay the night again and both boys seemed excited about that, not happy or glad, but excited. Something was in the air, I could feel it, so I vowed to pay attention to how the day unfolded. By eleven that morning most of the boys had gone to their respective homes to meet whatever obligations or expectations their families had of them. Prior to that there had been plenty of whispering amongst them which only reinforced my suspicions that they were up to something. I needed to go back to my house at some point to make sure my dog was fed and to get a change of clothes, most notably underwear for the next day. The clothes part changed almost as soon as Kriss and his friend Augie saw my place. I'd moved from my apartment in the suburbs into a house not quite but almost in the country. I'd made the move four months before and this was the first time that Kriss had seen it. There were no houses within a hundred yards of mine, which sat on almost an acre of land. The house was a 4 bedroom ranch, a style that had gained in popularity after WW II. Built in the 50's it had a large covered brick patio whose egress was sliding glass doors off of the family room dining room area, fairly de rigueur at the time. Equally fashionable at the time and a supposed sign of being well off, or at least upwardly mobile, was the small swimming pool that was connected to the patio via a brick walkway. The huge backyard was completely enclosed by a nine foot tall solid wood fence which served well to keep Hoagie, my German Shepard, confined but with plenty of room to run. A large kennel abutted the back of the attached 2 garage at the kitchen end of the house, the kennel and garage sharing a wall. Huge old oak trees stood as sentinels; one in the corner beyond the kennel and another one sat in the corner at the opposite side of yard and another on the bedroom end the house opposite so between the three of them they created a great deal of shade for house as well as the kennel. Kriss about flipped when he saw the house and double flipped when he saw the back yard and the pool. Augie, one of Kriss' best friends, was equally excited. As I came back from letting hoagie out of the kennel Kriss and Augie were talking rather animatedly and as I came closer Kriss asked, "Fuck, Seth, can we stay here tonight?" I pondered the possibility of a gaggle of teen and preteen boys running, playing and swimming naked in the hot weather, cocks a flying and hopefully at least one of them copping a boner. "Please Seth, it would so cool." "Yeah, I guess it would be okay. How many of you rascals are we talking about?" Again, the boys put their heads together then Kriss told me seven or eight. As I pondered all those naked boys I was also pondering how I could encourage them to be naked. Somewhat caught up in my own thoughts I barely heard Kriss say to Augie, "We don't have to tell them." "Tell who what?" I asked. Kriss tried to play it off as nothing but I wasn't willing to let it go that easily. I didn't want to be gamed. "Well," the cute young thing said, "we were thinking about not telling everybody that you had a pool so when they saw it and wanted to swim they'd have to only wear underwear." "Or swim naked," Augie added with a laugh. I raised an eyebrow. "You don't care if there's a bunch of naked boys running around do you Seth?" Kriss asked. "You've seen most of em naked before and anyway, we're all guys." That was true but that had been when they were younger and before or after baths or when they played the typical boys game of "pantsing" one another. "So you want to play a joke on your friends?" Both boys nodded their heads vigorously. I agreed to play along with them but said that they needed to make sure the boys brought their own towels, suggesting to their friends that they would need them after their morning showers. Kriss nodded his head in agreement. So it was that about 4 in the afternoon the boys all gathered at Stan's for the ride out to my house. Kriss Augie and I had gone to the store to acquire a variety of combustibles for the boy crew. Being full blown eating machines they would have eaten me out of house and home if I hadn't gone shopping. As I had in the past, I was glad for what I was driving. I'd gotten my hands on a '65 Chevy panel van, the kind with no side windows in the back. It had stock paint, tires and rims with the small white hubcaps with a Chevy logo on it. The windows had been tinted so it was hard to see inside, even through the windshield, but it was the interior that made the van. Deep shag carpet covered the entire floor along with two inches of extra padding in the back, including the wheel wells, to make sitting comfortable. The walls and ceiling were insulated and paneled in rich walnut, the ceiling covered with an American flag, that theme carried through to the rear window curtains and the jockey box top. Light in the back was provided by a pair of wall sconces. The stock bench seat had been replaced by a set of Dodge high back buckets that were separated by a hand build console. Like a stock console found in cars, the section between the seats was a large jockey box whose lid was heavily padded so a third person could sit "up front". In front of that was a more shallow recession for change, pack of smokes and lighter or other odds and ends that might be needed on short notice. Just in front of that the console angled sharply upward toward the dash and it was there that the sound system was mounted pretty much in the style that would come stock in most cars by the 1990's. With a 100 watt amplifier/equalizer hooked to the cassette deck and speakers mounted in the front and back doors and another pair on each wall, I could pretty well crank up the tunes if I needed to. A car cigarette lighter had been mounted in there as well as another box like rectangular storage box that could hold up to 6 cassettes. The boys filled the thing with sleeping bags; more bags of boy food and clothes and off we went. I put an Eagles tape in and the boys all sang along with it, their sweet and still high voices ringing through the van all the way to my place. In between tracks I could hear a certain amount of whispering back there and figured they were still up to something but had no idea what. What I did know was that had I known for sure what they were planning I would most likely have nixed it. Neither the boys nor I were particularly stupid. I parked in the driveway and we all tromped into the house through the front door and headed straight to the family room at the back of the house. The boys all sort of just dropped their stuff off to the side of the large but mostly empty room. When I opened the curtains to expose the back yard, the patio, and of course the pool they all went ballistic and of course I was bombarded with requests to go swimming. How could I refuse? I suggested however that they put their soda in the fridge on the patio and put their other food up out of the way while I fired up the grill for the hotdogs I'd gotten for dinner. Before the words were out of my mouth all 8 boys were peeling their clothes off and leaving them where they stood. At no time did a single one of them complain or comment about not having a swim suit. I pretended not to watch while they stripped to their briefs and headed out the door. I followed the collection of boy butts, watching the slender but admirable globes of young flesh that was contained inside the white cotton fabric, in some cases, barely contained and Kriss was one of those. From the front most of them didn't appear to be particularly endowed probably because their underwear had been stretched out from the days' wearing. No matter because I got plenty of shots of coltish legs as well as flat boy bellies and chests, and a few of the latter were nicely developed for boys in their early teens. In less than a minute the melodic sounds happy playing boys filled the air. I sat in a pool chair while the grill heated up and simply watched them play. Whenever one of them got out of the pool they had to hold on to their water soaked underwear to avoid them from falling off. There was plenty of boy butt crack to eyeball and with the fronts of their briefs being tugged down even more expanse of lower belly as it melted into the classic V of a pubic bone. Things heated up when Nate had come toward where I was sitting and as he passed by, Kriss jerked the boy's underwear down to his knees giving me a clear shot at his now naked boyhood. As I said, Nate was probably one of the youngest boys and the smallest in terms of stature as well as in the cock department. The boy wasn't completely hairless but his black hairs were so few that I probably could have counted them if he'd have let me. But that's where the hair ended and hairless balls hung nicely, one lower than the other, between smooth and equally hairless thighs. I hoped to hell that I'd see him hard before the night was over, maybe even before dinner, and was looking forward to watching the fleshy tube that would grow in his excitement. "You fucker," Nate said without anger as he pulled his briefs back into place then continued to where he was going and plopped down in a chair next to me. "I'll get him for that," he said to me with a smile. Jerome was next to lose his underwear after being double teamed by Kriss and Augie. Jerome was a bit of a round baby faced boy with amazing red-brown hair that would hang in his large brown eyes if it wasn't pushed to the side. His nose was wider than most but Jerome made up for it with the most kissable lips of all the boys. His lips were slightly red, full and very sensuous. They were all in the pool and Kriss grabbed the stocky boy from behind while his partner in crime went under the water and managed to get the boy's briefs off despite all the squirming Jerome did to prevent it. Once off, the underwear was tossed out of the pool to land with a resounding splat on the bricks at my feet. Having been let go Jerome got out of the pool and walked calmly over to where I was sitting, his well developed boy stuff bouncing as he moved. Of the boys, it didn't appear that Jerome had any hair yet but that hadn't stopped the overall growth of all that made him a boy, in fact I was surprised that he didn't have hair. His cock, despite the coolness of the pool, looked to be around 4 ½ to 5 inches long, give or take, and his large balls hung fairly low. He rolled his dark brown eyes at me just before he bent down and picked his clothing up. He began to wring the water out as he turned to face his antagonists and gave me an unclad look at his narrow butt. He had a nice one but I suppose that most boys' butts are nice. I watched him bend over and lift a leg to put it through the hole and got a nice glimpse of the underside of his balls. Once the other foot was in and the wet briefs back in place he did a little squat that, along with his hand, helped get his stuff situated. It appeared that Kriss and Augie were going to be the instigators in the stripping for they double teamed Mikey next. Like a lot of boys with the name Mike, he'd gotten the nickname because of the incredibly popular Life cereal commercial on TV. Black, his hair was cut sort, longer on the top and at the bangs which rested a good inch above thick black brows that arched over large dark eyes. His face slightly narrow, as was his nose and like all of the boys his face was smooth and blemish free. Unlike most boys his age, Mikey was a well developed compact hunk of boy. His entire body was well defined, the front of his torso envied by many I was sure. His pecs almost bulged, his abs a very clear 6 pack and the V of his lower belly seemed like it was carved. A fierce competitor in gymnastics wrestling and swimming from a young age the boy had an incredibly sweet disposition. Kriss and Augie caught him at the edge of the lawn and tackled him and it took both of them but they managed to get his soaked briefs off and tossed them toward where I was sitting. They backed away but weren't fast enough and Mikey managed to get his fingers into the waistband of Kriss' briefs and between Mikey holding tight and Kriss pulling the underwear ripped as Kriss wiggled out of them, got up and danced away. The boy was moving backwards so I got a full view of his cock as it bounced in the air from his protracted hip shaking. As I had suspected, Kriss was nicely hung. I'd already seen everything but his cock and seeing it then, his tight and nicely defined torso, his six and a half inch cock made the boy just about perfect. He walked toward me about the same time that Mikey got up and did the same and showed me yet another almost perfect boy body and side by side it looked like a feast to me. Mikey's cock wasn't as big as Kriss but his body was just shy of being perfect. The incredibly defined development of his chest and belly continued on down to his groin. The creases of his hips and pelvis were sharp and straight while just to the inside of those the outer ridges of his abdominal muscles were outlined creating another V inside of a V that extended up to his rib cage. His cock looked to be about five and half or so inches long and where Kriss' cock was of a moderate thickness Mikey's appeared thicker. Both boys had a nice little patch of fuzz growing at the base of their favorite body part, Kriss' a sandy brown and muscle boys' a light black. Both boys sported well developed balls, both sets hanging beautifully between their legs. As they closed in toward me Kriss threw his arm over Mikey's shoulder and both boys laughed and Mickey gave Kriss back his underwear. Kriss looked at them and tossed them to the ground. "Can't wear these anymore," he said then looked at me and added, "You don't care if I go naked do you Seth?" It was more of a statement than a question. I shook my head and said not at all. Something passed through Kriss' eyes as I said that and I would find out later what it was that he was thinking. As Mikey picked up his underwear and put them on I saw that for the most part his nicely hung balls seemed mostly hairless except for the very top where the bag fell away from the base of his cock. I tried to imagine what he look like hard, not knowing that before the night was out I would find out in spades. As Kriss walked away to dive into the pool I all but stared as his ass and man oh man was it an ass to die for. I envisioned myself burying my face between those delightful orbs and rimming his sweet boy hole until he screamed for mercy. Before he turned and left I'd noticed that his balls, a nice pair of sperm makers, were also mostly hairless. Mikey went back to the pool and dove in just before Toshi's underwear came flying out of the water and landed close to where I was sitting. I was beginning to think that Kriss was purposely trying to either embarrass the boys by having them come to where I was to get their underwear or giving me a glimpse at what each one of them looked like fully naked. Either way I didn't care what the motivation was. As Toshi headed toward me I saw that the boy was uncut, his foreskin creating it's nipple over the end of his dick, about five inches or so long. I was a little surprised that he too had a small bit of pitch black hair sprouting at his cock. His balls looked dropped and swung slightly as he walked whereas his cock sort of bobbed. I would find out later in life that Toshi was fairly well hung for a young Asian boy. "Well," he said as he approached me, "You've already seen my naked ass you might as well see the rest." So, he did know that I'd seen it. He didn't seem particularly bothered by that fact either. In the pool Mikey had teamed up with Kriss to get Augie out of his underwear and then Jake, the last of boy's to be stripped naked. An adorably cute twelve year old Jake was, I thought, the second youngest of the group. Like Nate, he wore his brown hair long, slightly beyond his shoulders and the bangs, below his small and slightly bobbed nose. He was so goddamned cute that sometimes he almost looked like a girl. Like Nate the boy didn't have a hair anywhere except his head, his cock was still a little boys' cock but his balls were in the process of dropping but probably had a little way to go before he attained full hang. Side by side the 2 younglings were amazing and I wondered for a moment what it would be like to be rolling with them together, all naked and young boy hard. Before Augie made it to the steps to walk over and get his briefs, Jake's underwear landed a few inches from them. When Augie cleared the water I was almost stunned. Kriss' best friend was packing. It was all I could do not to stare as he walked toward me at least seven, probably more, swinging in the breeze as he walked. I was just a smidgen under eight inches long and Augie appeared to be able to match me. The boy didn't have a great deal of hair at the base of his dick so I suppose that probably helped make it appear larger. No, on second thought, it was larger and its size made Augie's balls seemed small in comparison. Augie's was a cock that seemed to jut out from his flat pubic bone about a half inch before gravity took over, its fat head hanging a good three inches below his hairless bag. The size of Augie's cock only seemed to reinforce the smallness of Jake's cock which appeared to be about four inches long, the younger boy following a few feet behind the older boy. It seemed too that Jake was all but staring at Augie's ass. When Augie bent over to retrieve his underwear Jake almost seemed to smile. Augie snagged his shorts and turned back toward the pool where Kriss was still naked. "Fuck it," he said and tossed his underwear close to where Kriss' briefs were lying then headed back toward the pool. Jake grabbed his, gave me a somewhat sardonic smile and tugged the wet clothing back on then he too said "fuck it" and took them off. "You don't mind do you Seth?" I shook my head. Then Kriss sort of half hollered at me from 20 feet away. "You gonna get naked and join us Seth?" I shook my head and got a couple of "come on" from a few others. "I have to cook the hot dogs. I don't want to splatter hot grease on bare flesh," I responded. "Don't want to cook your own wiener huh Seth?" Toshi said with a laugh. "You got it." I retorted. With that I got out of my chair and headed to the kitchen to retrieve the hot dogs and get them on the grill. When I came back out two more boys had joined the ersatz nudist club and had discarded their wet underwear and after getting the dogs on I turned to admire Mikey as he moved hither and yon around the pool. When he turned to see me watching him the muscled young teen smiled then turned and headed back toward the water. I noted that his butt was as well muscled as the rest of his young body, the globes seeming to be quite firm. He stopped and bent down as if he'd stepped on something and the sight of his balls hanging there between his legs made my dick twitch. Not for the first time I wondered if I was going to be able to play with any of them or at least watch as they played with each other, assuming that they were going to. I went into the kitchen to get the condiments as well as to adjust my rising cock from the boys' prying eyes. Hauling the various bottles out to the picnic table I noticed that all of the boys were now naked and Kriss Augie and Mikey were off to one side sort of huddled up with their heads together. Toshi was sitting closest to where I was at so I asked the cute young Asian boy if he'd help me bring the rest of the stuff out to the table. My eyes took all of him in as he stood facing me and I doubt that he missed my glance at his crotch. Having dried in the heat, his balls hung loosely between his slightly brown thighs and his cock was probably at its full softened extension as well, the very tip of the head poked out through his foreskin. When my eyes met his the boy smiled and as I turned and headed into the house with him right behind me he said, "You like looking at naked boys don't you Seth?" He said it softly, no one but me could have heard him. I turned and we all but ran into each other. I'd heard what he said but pretended not to and when I backed away from practically holding him and asked what he's said. He gave that kind of smile that people use then they know that you're trying to bluff them. "You heard me," was all he said. In the kitchen I dug out some paper plates and plastic knives and Toshi went on. "Did it bother you seeing my naked butt this morning?" I shook my head and said I'd seen plenty of butt in gym class when I was a teen. "Did you wonder why I was naked?" I shrugged my shoulders. "That's none of my business Toshi." The boy didn't bat an eyelash. "We all jacked off together last night; after Stan went to bed. I was too tired to put my underwear back on." I nodded my head and told him that they wouldn't be the first or the last group of boys to have a circle jerk. Toshi laughed; a light melodic sound that preteen and even early teenage boys have. "Even Jake and Nate squirted but it was only a drop. Did you ever do that when you were a boy?" I smiled, nodded my head, although I was a little surprised at the added personal information about another of the boy pack. "Sure, of course I did; when I was your age." I wondered where the conversation was headed and being honest with him I felt might "grease the skids", as it were, toward encouraging the boys to play their boy sex games in front of me. "Maybe you could do it with us tonight," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him. "It would be fun. You know you want to," he said with another smile and before I could say anything he added, "I bet you make a ton of sperm." I found myself nodding me head without thinking then Toshi turned and headed back outside with the things I'd handed him. He looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Think about it." I watched his cute little ass as he walked away from me wondering what it would be like to bury my face between those brown globes and then his cock. Getting caught in the middle of a teenage boy eating frenzy was an incredible experience. I had no sooner gotten the hot dogs off the grill and was surrounded by naked boy flesh. I got bumped by cocks, more than a few times I had one pressed into my arm or my back as a boy did a boarding house reach to get something that had caught his eye. I got bumped from the side once and turned my head and was face to face with Kriss' boy meat. If either one of us had moved more than three inches I would have had my lips pushed against his sweet cock. And none of them seemed at concerned about it in the least.