Founders School for Boys

By bottomboy1011@yahoo.com

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CHAPTER 41

IT'S CUTTING TIME

 

Once Dad and I were done with our stuff, we went back downstairs, and we all watched a movie until almost midnight. Well, me, Mom and Dad did anyway. Art fell asleep about thirty minutes in.

The next morning Mom came into my room and rubbed my face, "Hey sweet boy, it is time to wake up."

I opened my eyes, "Hi Mom, what time is it?"

"It's nine thirty and breakfast is ready."

He just kept smiling at me, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Your Dad told me what happened. He is very proud of you. I was just wondering how you feel about it." I was not really looking at him. I knew what I was feeling, but I was not sure I should say anything, "Roberto, are you ok? You know you can tell me anything."

"I don't know what to say. I am having some stuff bouncing around my head, and to be honest it is giving me a headache. I am not sure if I should say anything, because I don't want you to be mad at me."

"Roberto, everything that is happening with you, with all the changes you have gone through is such a short time, I have to believe that you are very confused by all of it. I can't imagine that there would be anything that you can tell me that would make me mad."

"Well... The thing is... All of this is hard for me to wrap my head around. It's so... much. What makes me feel stupid is that Art is so happy with everything. When I asked him if he was ok with what happened with Ben's Dad, he was worried that I changed my mind about becoming a Crossman."

"Sit up here and talk to me." I sat up and Mom put an arm over my shoulders and pulled me close. "You can't compare what you are feeling with what Art is feeling. He is five and has not been influenced by his peers, to realize that the things that are happening with you guys, is something that you never would have considered a possibility just a few months ago. Let's talk about you though, what is bothering you?"

"Everything I did with Dad last night, I really liked."

"Ok, that is a good thing, isn't it?"

"I am not sure. What if I liked it so much because I am gay?" I asked as I pulled away and buried my face in the pillow.

"Hey, I get that you are worried about it. Outside of the Crossman, what you are doing would make people think that you are gay. I guess the big question is, what if you are?"

I turned and looked at him, "So, you think I am?"

"No, I didn't say that, but what if you are? This would not be what is making you gay. Whether you're gay or you're not, that is inside you, it is not something you can choose, it is part of who you are. What you are doing with your Dad, is sex. That is all it is, don't make more out of it than there is. Let me ask you this, do you ever think of having sex with Jarod?"

"Gross, no way."

"Why, you guys have slept together in the same bed a bunch of times. You have seen each other naked a lot, and you have never thought of having sex with him. You never thought of turning him into your boyfriend instead of your best friend? I mean, he is really cute."

"No, I swear I have never thought of him like that. Sure I love him, but it is like a brother not as a boyfriend."

"Relax, I asked you this for a reason. You need to know, that being gay is, so much more than the sex you have. It is about the connection you have with another person. I knew from a young age that I would never like girls the way my brother did. It was older boys and men that made me feel... gooey inside. When I was with them it was hard to focus on things. I always knew that I was going to be a child bride. I had seen too many other boys become one, and I knew that is where my life was headed."

"But you said that Dad scared you."

"Sure he did, I was thirteen. I was afraid if the unknowns. Was Roger going to be nice to me, how was I going leave my Mom, Dad, and brother? I didn't know Roger; how could I have been anything else?"

"I am so scared; I don't want to be gay. I want to get married and have kids of my own someday."

"Ok then do it. Meet a girl, spend time with her, and make sure that you both have the same dreams of the future. Then when you are older, get married, and have lots of babies." He said with a smile.

"I thought Dad had to approve of it?"

"He does, but if you find someone that you love, he won't stand in your way."

"That is kinda what Mikey said."

He smiled, "I guess that boy is smarter than I thought he was. Now go to the bathroom and come down for breakfast."

I hugged Mom and walked across the hall and into the bathroom. Art was already there peeing. I got beside him, and we had sword fights with our pee, until we ran out. I helped him wash his hands and face and we went down for breakfast."

Dad looked at Art, "Arturo, did you wash your hands?"

Art showed him his hands, "Yes Sir, Rob helped me wash my hands and face."

He messed up Art's already messed up hair as he sat down. "Good boy. After breakfast I need you two to go upstairs and get your rooms cleaned and beds made. Then we will get you guys cleaned up and out. After that, Mom will help Roberto pack, and then we will head out. Roberto, you are not due to be at Jarod's house until two thirty, so we will take care of some shopping first. Once we drop Roberto off, we will come home and pack some stuff for this little cutie here." He said as he wrapped an arm around Art, "and then take you over to Ben's."

Art was getting all excited and Mom said, "Baby, I am only going to mention this one time. If anything happens that you are not comfortable with, you just call us, and we will come to get you."

"Ok Mom."

"Hey what about me? What if I want to come home?"

Dad laughed, "I guess if you have to." He said with a wink.

After breakfast we took our dishes to the kitchen. I was just about to head upstairs when Dad said, "Roberto, can you please come sit back down. We need to make a big decision for you."

I sat down with Dad and asked, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, not at all." He said as he put a book in front of me. I looked down at it, and it read, "Crossman" across the top and underneath that it said, "PCU selection for the boy you love." I looked up at Dad and he had a big smile across his face, "You will be clipped on Monday. It will take about two weeks to fully heal, so we have set your PCU party for two weeks from Wednesday. I know you have answered this question many times, but are you sure you want to go through with this?"

I looked at the book and then at Dad, "Yes Sir, I am sure. I am scared about the clipping, but I am also excited about becoming a real Crossman."

"OK, so you will be put into a PCU two weeks from Wednesday and mounted the following Saturday. I know it's a lot to take in, but I know you will do great. However, we do need to decide on a PCU for you. This catalog has a wide selection for you to choose from. You can choose any one of them that you want, but I don't want you to choose a sounding model."

"What's a sounding model?"

"That is one where a tube, or sound is attached to it. The piece goes inside your dick and stretches out your urethra or pee hole."

"Why would anyone do that?"

"The Crossman have certain core beliefs that you will find anywhere you find Crossman. However, each... I guess you could say sect, or ranch may have different rules for their children. For some, the stretched and wide-open urethra is a beautiful thing. On some ranches all the boys wear that kind of PCU. You will see some of the boys here wearing it, but it is not part of my belief system, so you guys won't have one."

"Thanks for that." I opened the catalog and could not believe the selection of PCU's. We talked about the different designs and how they would fit. I finally picked one that I thought was super cool, and I became even more excited about wearing it.

When I finally made my choice, I ran upstairs, so that we could take care of the stuff Dad told us. We cleaned our rooms, got another cunt cleaning, and packed my stuff. I was lost in thought, so I didn't hear Mom ask me a question. I snapped out of it when I felt him grab my arms and pull me back toward him on the bed. "What has got you so lost in thought angel boy?"

"I am not sure I should say anything. I don't want you to get mad at me."

"Roberto, our conversations can't keep starting with, "I don't want you to get mad at me." You are a sweet loving boy, but your big issue is the way you over think things. So, what do you say that going forward, you give me the benefit of the doubt and just assume that I won't get mad? Do we have a deal?"

"I will try, I promise."

"Ok, now what had you so lost in thought?"

"I was thinking that I should not go to Jarod's house this weekend?"

"Why? I thought you were looking forward to it."

"I am, but..."

"But what?"

"I am afraid to leave Art."

"I don't understand, why would you be afraid to leave Arturo?" I was not sure how to answer the question, but in the end didn't have to. Mom's face changed as he realized why I was so worried, "Roberto, what happened to me happened a very long time ago and would not happen today. I give you my word that nothing will happen with Arturo this weekend. Let me rephrase that, nothing will ever happen to Arturo that you will have to worry about. I give you my word that if anything is going to happen to either of you, both of you will know about it in advance."

"I believe you and take you at your word, but you won't be the one making those decisions, Dad will. I am really scared about this."

From the doorway Dad said, "You are right Roberto, it would be me making those decisions. In no way, shape, or form do I approve of what happened to your Mom. It was cruel and no one should have had to be put through that. Now I give you my word that nothing will happen to Arturo or you. I will protect both of you with my life. You have my word on that."

I wanted to say something else, but Art came running into my room, "Rob, look at what Dad gave me!" He said as he turned around and showed me a brand-new Superman backpack. I could not help but laugh as I saw this brightly colored backpack on the back of my naked little brother.

"That is so cool, is that for school?"

Art looked confused for a second, "I guess I could use it for school. Dad let me put some toys in here, so that I can take them with me to Ben's house.

Dad said, "Ok boys, let's get some clothes on and head out." We all got dressed and as we were heading out the door, "Roberto, why are you squirming all over the place, do you need to go to the bathroom before we leave?"

I laughed, "No, but it has been a few weeks since I wore clothes. It feels kinda weird." Everyone was laughing as we walked out the door.

We left the house and headed to a flower shop, then on to the cemetery. At first Art just talked to Mom and Dad and told them all about our new lives. He talked to them like they were there listening to everything he said. I stayed back a little because all I wanted to do was cry. Before Dad died, we would come here a few times a year to talk to Mom, I just never thought that we would be here talking to Dad so soon.

Art all of a sudden stopped talking, wrapped Dad's tombstone in a hug, and started crying hard. I went to him and hugged him and the stone and fell apart myself. Mom and Dad made no move to interfere or to join us. After a while Art kissed Dad's stone, then Moms, and ran into our new Moms arms. I managed to pull myself together, kissed both stones and walked back to the group. Dad didn't say anything, just put his arm around me as we walked back to the car.

We went to the mall where we got some summer clothes like shorts, t-shirts, and sandals. Then we looked in a few toy stores where Art got some Hot Wheels cars. They told me I could also get something, so I asked if I could get a Kindle with some books on it. Dad bought the Kindle and pre-loaded some money on to it, so I could pick the books I wanted. Sure, I am not very good in school, but I like to read.

We had lunch and even caught a movie before I was dropped off at Jarod's. I ran up to the door, as soon and Mrs. Robinson opened the door I was giving her hugs, "Hi Mrs. Robinson, I have missed you so much."

She wrapped me in a hug, "I have missed you too. It is strange not having you barge into my house every day." I looked up and she was smiling at me.

I saw Jarod behind her, and we also hugged, then high fived. "Dude, I just got the new Warcraft game." He said with excitement. I must have looked a little sad, "Hey man what's wrong?"

"I can't play those kind of games anymore."

"What? You and me always play video games."

"I know, but I'm only allowed to play certain video games. I just can't play any game over an "E" rating."

"Why not? All of the good games are at least a "T" rating."

"Sorry man, but I am a Crossman now and the rules say that I can't play anything over an "E." We can find lots to do though"

We found lots of stuff to do and kept busy until dinner. Mrs. Robinson made lasagna because she knows it's my favorite. Mr. Robinson asks, "So Rob, we understand that you are going to have surgery on Monday. How are you feeling about that?

"I am a little scared, but I am ready to get it over with."

Mrs. Robinson said, "You know you don't have to do this. We can put a stop to it if you want us to."

I looked at them, "Why would I want you to stop it? I thought after the tour you took, that you were ok with me and Art being Crossman. You said you would not interfere with us." I said in a panic.

Mr. Robinson said, "Whoa, hold on there Rob, clam down. We had every intention of stopping this, until we went there and saw how things were run. We don't believe that putting a boy in a PCU as you call it, is the right thing to do. However, the more we learned about the Crossman and there traditions, the more we liked what we were seeing. We are very impressed with you and how you are managing this whole thing."

Now I was very confused, "I don't understand."

"It is actually pretty simple son. You came here today knowing that we did not know about the rules the Crossman have laid out for you, but you told Jarod that you were not allowed to play the video games that were rated above what the Crossman allow. You could have ignored the rules and just played the game, but you didn't, and we are very proud of you for that. As for putting a stop you your surgery, we had to ask and make sure you were ok with it, but no we will not interfere."

I took a deep breath, "You know that I don't have to do this. Dad said that I can say no at any time."

Jarod asked, "When do you put the thing on your dick?"

"Well, I get clipped on Monday, and the PCU party is scheduled for two weeks from Wednesday. I just picked it out this morning."

Mr. Robinson asked, "What do you mean party? What did you pick out?"

"For the Crossman, receiving a PCU is a big deal. Dad will talk about me, and he will be the one that puts it on me. Then there is a big party to celebrate it. Mikey said that this is to the Crossman, what communion it to a Christian kid, or a Bar-Mitzva is to a Jewish kid."

Mrs. Robinson smiled, "That is very strange, but I guess all of those things are to people who don't share the same beliefs. Now what do you mean you picked out the PCU?"

"There is this catalog filled with them, all different kinds, and Dad let me pick out the one I wanted."

Mrs. Robinson asked, "I thought they were all the same. We looked them up online and they all just look like plastic tubes. The only real difference we saw was the size and how much of an erection you can get."

Jarod slumped down in his chair, "Mom, you can't say stuff like that."

I laughed, "You know Jarod, something I learned since I have been a Crossman, is that the adults know we get hard."

"I know, but she doesn't need to say it out loud."

I laughed some more with Mr. and Mrs. Robinson at Jarod's expense, "So anyway, Dad says that the kind you are talking about are more for punishment and control. The ones we wear will allow us to get hard, but it doesn't hurt, just becomes uncomfortable. The guys that I talk to say that sometimes it is frustrating to wear them, but for the most part you don't even notice. I am really excited about the one I picked out. It looks like a lizard with its mouth open. That's where I will pee through. What is really cool is that all PCU's have a ring that goes around the balls, and clips into the main part, so that way it won't fall off. With mine, the lizards tail wraps around my balls. It is so cool!"

"So why do you have to wear them?" Jarod asked, "I think it would suck to wear it."

"I guess because we are naked all the time around the girls, they think that we would do things that we shouldn't. I think it's mostly about tradition. Mom says that one of the most important things to learn is that traditions kinda make you who you are. He also told me that not all traditions are good. He said that the good ones can make a family strong and able to take on the world, but he said the bad ones can tear a family, or even a whole society apart."

Mr. Robinson asked, "Who is Mom?"

"That's what we call Drew. I thought it was weird at first, but it has really helped Art. Ever since he started calling him Mom, he just seems... happy. So, I started calling him that too, but even all the kids call him Mrs. Goldberg."

We changed subjects, so I told them about going to the cemetery and how hard it was. Then about going to the mall, shopping, lunch, and the movie. The rest of the weekend was a lot of fun, we went for a hike with Mr. Robinson, and even camped out in the yard Saturday night.

Jarod and I were in the tent on Saturday night, kicking back and reading comic books, "Rob, can I ask you something?"

I laughed, "Of course, you can ask me anything butthead."

"I am being serious." I sat up and looked at him, "I am still your best friend, right?"

"That is a stupid question. You will always be my best friend. Why would you ask that?"

"I don't know, I guess I feel like I am losing you. We used to be together every day, now I will mostly only see you in school. I guess I just miss you. Also, you talk about Mikey a lot."

"Yes, Mikey is my friend now, but you are and always will be my best friend. I just don't know how to tell you this."

"Tell me what?"

"I won't be going back to our school."

"What... Why?"

"Dad said I will be going to the Founders School now. It is where all the Crossman go."

It looked like his head was going to explode. He crawled out of the tent and said, "Fine go there, I don't care. I don't think we can be friends anymore." He turned and ran back into the house.

I tried to follow him, but he locked the door. I was not sure what to do now. I didn't want to wake anyone up. I went back into the tent and closed the flap. Part of me wanted to cry, I mean Jarod is my best friend and now he acts like he hates me, and I don't know what I did. The other part of me wanted to go and pound on the door until someone opened it, then go pound on Jarod for being a jerk.

I tried to go to sleep, but I was so worked up, that I ended up pacing the backyard until my legs hurt. I crawled back into the tent and finally fell asleep. I woke up to Mr. Robinson outside the tent saying, "Wake up guys, time for breakfast."

I crawled over and opened the flap, "Ok Mr. Robinson." I said as I crawled out. I reached back in and grabbed my shoes and backpack.

"Where is Jarod?"

"Don't know, don't care. Would it be ok if I used your phone to call my Dad, so he can come and get me early?"

We walked back into the house, and he sat me at the table. Mrs. Robinson asked, "Where is Jarod."

"I don't know, but he better have a very good explanation for locking Rob out of this house last night." Mr. Robinson said angrily. I thought about telling him it was no big deal, but then I changed my mind. I just called Dad and asked him to pick me up.

He was back within a few minutes with a very sleepy and crying Jarod. He sat him in the chair next to me, "You better have a very good reason for locking your friend out of the house and leaving him alone in the yard."

"Why should I care, he is not my friend anymore." Jarod said giving me an angry stare.

"I don't understand, he was your best friend when we went to bed, what happened?"

"Ask him, he is the one leaving me."

"What are you talking about?" I asked, "I never said anything about leaving you. You are my brother, and I love you. You are the one that got mad at me, and I am not even sure why."

Mr. Robinson asked, "Why do you think he is leaving you Jarod?"

"Because I never get to see him anymore, and now I find out that he will not even be going to my school anymore." Jarod said through his tears, "I will be all alone, he is, was my best friend, my only real friend, and now he is leaving me." Jarod put his head down on his arm and cried.

"Jarod, I don't want to leave you, I don't have any choice in it. I begged Dad to let me stay in school with you, but he said that the school is not teaching me what I need to know. I wanted to stay only because of you."

Mrs. Robinson put breakfast on the table although Jarod and me just picked at ours. About thirty minutes later the doorbell rang. I jumped up, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. I opened it to find Dad standing there with a smile on his face, "You missed me that much that you couldn't wait a few more hours?"

"Funny, can we please just go?" I tried to get past him, but he blocked the doorway.

His smile left his face, "Roberto, what is wrong? What happened?"

Mr. Robinson came up behind me and took the bag off my shoulder, "Roger, good morning. I think it would be best if we talked for a few minutes before you take off. Rob, go up to Jarod's room and wait for me please. You too Jarod."

Mr. Robinson is pretty laid back, and I am not sure if I have ever seen him mad before today. However, the look he gave me when he told me to go upstairs, told me not to say anything and just do it, so I did.

We both went up and sat on opposite sides of the room. We didn't say anything just waited. About fifteen minutes later Mr. Robinson called us back down and made us sit side by side on the couch.

Dad said, "I guess you guys have had a hard night huh?" We both nodded, "You both know that you are not really mad at each other, right?"

Jarod said, "Yes I am. That is why he is not my friend anymore."

Both Dad's laughed, "Jarod, you don't go from being best friends for most of your lives to... not being best friends. It just doesn't work that way. Your Dad has told me why you are upset, and I get it. However, you can't be mad at Roberto for it. He really had no say in the matter. He worked hard trying to convince me to let him continue at his present school, but his Mother and myself are firm on our decision."

"But it's not fair," Jarod said with tears streaking his face again, "I will be all alone. I don't have any other friends there."

His Dad asked, "Why? You have been going to that school for five years, how do you not have any other friends?"

Jarod wiped his eyes with his sleeve, "Because I am weird, everyone says so."

I couldn't help but smile and nod, "Roberto that is enough of that. I know things did not go well this weekend, but that is no reason to be mean."

I looked at all three of them in surprise, "No Dad, I am not being mean. Jarod is weird."

"Roberto, that is quite enough of that."

"You are not understanding Dad. Jarod is weird, but that is what makes him so cool. If he wasn't I am not sure we would have ever been friends. You know Dad, it takes one to know one. He likes all the same weird stuff I do. I am just as afraid of not having friends at the new school as he is at the old one."

Jarod looked at me, "But you already have friends. You talk about Mikey and Lewis all the time."

"I guess they are my friends for now, but probably not for long though."

Dad asked, "Why do you think that."

"Because since I have been there, I have tried real hard not to be myself. I am not sure how much longer I can keep it up for though. I was so happy to get over here this weekend, so that I could just be me. I am afraid that as soon as they see the real me, they won't like me. Jarod is the only one that likes me, or at least he used to."

"No, I still like you. I am sorry for being such a jerk, I just miss you so much." He came over to me and wrapped me in a hug. I don't think I was ever so happy to hugged before.

When we finally separated Dad said, "We will talk more about this thing with you and the guys later. Now Jarod, I want to tell you about Founders School for Boys. I want you to understand what this school is about. First thing you should know is that it is a boarding school. Do you know what that is?"

"Sure, it means that the kids live there. Wait..." He said looking at me, "you are going to have to live there?"

I nodded my head and Dad continued, "Yes Jarod, he will live there five days a week. I will drop the brothers off Sunday by five and pick them back up around five or six Friday night."

"You mean even Art is going to live there?"

"Yes he will. Now the School is broken up by five different houses or dorms. Roberto and Art will be in a dorm called Crossman House. That is where they sleep and do their homework. What do you think so far?"

"It sounds ok, but I think I would be a little scared to be away from home like that. I think I would do it if it meant being around Rob."

"That's just it Jarod, if you went there you would be in a different dorm, and you would be eating at a different table in the chow hall. You may be in some of the same classes, but not many. I hate to say it, but I think you would test out higher then Roberto will in the beginning, which would put you in different classes."

Looking down at the floor and playing with his fingers he said, "Maybe, but it's better than not seeing him at all."

"Ok, since you understand this, your parents and I have talked. I can get you into FSB if you want to go, but you will be in a different house, and you two will have to figure out how to see each other within the schools guidelines."

I thought Jarod's was going to pass out. He just kept looking from my Dad to his, then his Mom, "You mean it, I really can go to this new school?"

Mr. Robinson said, "We are going to talk about it, and make sure this is right for you. Then you will have to go and get tested, have a physical, and then we will decide for sure."

Jarod started running around hugging everyone. He got to me, "I am so sorry I locked you out, please forgive me."

"I don't know that I can, it was really mean of you to do that to me" I turned my back on him.

"It was, and I guess I understand if you are still mad."

I turned back around to look at him, "You are lucky I love your Mom's cooking so much. I guess if I want to come here for dinner again I will have to forgive you." As hard as I tried I could not keep from smiling.

Jarod looked up and saw me smiling and gave me another big hug.

Monday morning came fast. Mom woke us up at six and helped us get showered and cleaned out. We didn't get any breakfast because the Doctor said we could not eat at least eight hours before the surgery.

All the way over to the Doctors office Art and I held hands. At one point I thought he would crush my hand. We arrived at the Doctors office at seven thirty, I kinda felt like the guys in the movies walking to the electric chair. We were taken into an exam room where we were told to take off all of our clothes and put on this kinda shirt that tied in the back. The Doctor came in and went over what was about to happen.

"Good morning everyone," He said as he entered the room. He looked at Dad and asked, "they have not eaten anything since last night, right?"

"No, we had dinner at five and a snack at seven as we watched a movie, nothing since."

"Good to hear." He pulled a stool next to where Art and I were sitting, "Ok boys, I know you are scared, but there is nothing to worry about."

Art said, "Not for you, it is our dicks you are about to cut up."

Dad gave Art a hard look, "I know you are scared, but you are not to be disrespectful."

Art looked at the ground, "I am sorry Doctor."

He just smiled, "It's ok cutie. Now, let me tell you what is about to happen. In a minute we will walk next door, where you will lay on two tables side by side. My friend Jerry will than put a mask over your face and ask you to just breathe normally. The air in the mask will help you fall asleep. When you wake up, it will all be over."

Dad asked, "Is it really necessary to put them under? Can't you just give them a local?"

"Yes I could, but because of their ages I won't"

"I don't understand."

"When this is done to a baby, they feel some pain, but it passes fast. They are not aware of what is happening, so it is not a big deal to them. With the age of these two, no matter how brave they think they are, they will want to move and fight. There is just no reason to put them through that stress. They will be getting just enough gas to put them under enough, that we can do what we need to, and they won't remember it."

"I am not trying to question you, but it takes a long time to come out from under anesthesia. I am worried about how they will feel afterwards."

"I get your concerns I hate putting kids under for minor stuff like this. However, we will be using the minimum amount necessary to accomplish the goal. From the time they go down, to the time they wake up, will be about thirty minutes."

Art spoke up again, "Please Daddy, let me be asleep. I don't want to be awake for this." He whined.

Dad held out his arms and Art ran into them. It took me a minute to realize he was crying, "It's ok, I am here. You will be just fine buddy."

We all walked over to the next room. Dad lifted me and Art onto these beds. They were cold and I shivered at first, but soon this nurse covered us with warm blankets. This man, I guess this was Jerry, put a mask that had hoses attached over Art's face. He said, "Ok little one, can you count backwards from ten?"

Art nodded, "Ten... Nine... eigh..."

That was it, he was asleep. Jerry moved over to me, "Ok big guy, it's your turn. Are you ready?"

"No, but let's do it anyway."

Smiling, he said, "I know it is scary, but I got you and I won't let anything bad happen to either of you." I gripped the side of the bed, "Ok, same as your brother," He put the mask over my face, and I counted backwards from ten."

I was determined to outlast Art, "Ten... Nine... Eight... Se..."

We both woke up at the same time, "Are you ok Roberto?"

My mouth was dry, and I had a slight headache, but other than that I was feeling ok, "Is it done?"

"Yes sweetie, and you both did fine."

Art said, "I don't feel well."

The Doctor said, "Don't worry, it will pass quickly."

We had to wait forty-five more minutes before the doctor said we could leave. We dressed in our sweatpants and shirts. Dad carried me, and Mom carried Art, out to the car. We both fell asleep on the way home. We woke as Dad unhooked us from our seat belts and carried into the house. They put us both in my bed and let us sleep more.

I woke to Art screaming and crying. That is when I realized that my dick was on fire. Mom came running in and Art said, "Mommy it hurts so much."

She grabbed pills off the desk and a cup of water. She gave Art one pill and the cup of water to wash it down with. Then he gave me two pills and the cup of water. Once he put the cup back down, he carried Art downstairs and then came back for me.

Over the next few days we still took some pills, but the pain was just a dull ache. Art and me loved all the attention we were getting from Mom and Dad. I got to suck Dads cock at least once a day, twice sometimes, but I had to share his cum with Art.

On Thursday, the pampering stopped, and Mom told us to get to work on our chores. Our dicks still hurt a little, but we were ok. Later that day Mikey, Lewis, and Ben came over to hang out.

On Friday Dad came home like he usually did around five thirty. Art and me ran to the door to welcome him home but stopped short. He wasn't alone, Jarod was with him.

It was weird, because as many times as Jarod has seen me naked, this time I was feeling weird and covered myself up. Jarod looked at me and started laughing, "If you could see your face." He said trying not to laugh, but only laughing harder.

Art ran and did a flying leap into Jarod's arms, knocking him back on his butt. Now it was my turn to laugh, "What's wrong brother, having a tough time standing?"

"Of course I am, but in my defense, I had a three-foot-tall linebacker hit me." That started all of us laughing.

"What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting you."

Jarod said, "I guess not, since you are still covering yourself up. You know I have seen you naked before."

I looked down. I had not even realized that I was still covering myself up, "No you haven't, that was the old me. You have never seen the even sexier me."

"I know that you are not a very good student, but you should know that you have to be sexy in the first place in order to be sexier." He said laughing, so hard he fell back over.

Dad said, "Ok boys calm down. Jarod has been very worried about you two and has been calling me every day. I finally told him that if he quit calling, that he could come stay over here this weekend."

That made Art go crazy. He started running around, "Yea, my other brother is here. I have missed you so much." Art ran over to Jarod and wrapped him in a hug.

Once Jarod broke lose he asked, "Mr. Goldberg, since I am staying here this weekend, should I be naked too?"

"Jarod, that is totally up to you, if you are uncomfortable with it, you are more than welcome to wear anything you want."

"Heck no, I have been so jealous of Rob, that I want to try it."

"Ok then, Roberto, take Jarod up to your room and he can strip up there."

We started heading to the stairs when we heard Mom yell, "Stop." We turned to look at him, "Jarod Robinson, if you think for a second you are going to come into this house and head up those stairs," I was worried that Mom was not going to let him stay. He seemed kinda mad for some reason, "and not even give me hug, you have another thing coming youngster."

We both breathed a sigh of relief. Jarod passed me his bag and went to Mom, "I am so sorry Mrs. Goldberg, I can't believe how inconsiderate I was being." He laughed and got wrapped up in Mom's hug, and even got a kiss on the cheek.

We went up to my room and I showed Jarod where he could put his stuff, "I guess I can give you my sleeping bag and you can sleep on the floor."

He looked at me like I was crazy, "Why would I do that? Did you outgrow sleeping in the same bed as me? Did so much change since they cut your dick off?"

"They didn't cut my dick off jerk; I only lost a little skin. It is weird though, I like the way it looks, but the head is super sensitive."

"I bet, but does that mean we can't sleep in the same bed? I mean we did last weekend."

"No, it's not that. I just figured that you wouldn't want to since we are both going to be naked."

"You're not going to do weird things to me if we do, are you?"

Trying to look as sad as possible I said, "I thought you knew me better than that."

Thinking that he said something wrong, "Dude, I was just kidding."

Shaking my head and turning away from him, "We have been best friends forever... How could you ever think... that I would lower my standards that much."

I tried so hard not to laugh, and thought he missed what I said, until the pillow hit me in the back of my head. That was it, I was laughing so hard, I thought I would puke. I turned to see Jarod smiling and laughing, "I got nervous for a second, I forgot about your surgery. Then it hit me that I threw the pillow at the wrong head. Although they both look the same to me."

We both fell over on the bed laughing. Art came running in, "What's so funny?"

Jarod said, "Your brother is a bonehead."

I almost busted a gut when Art looked back and forth between me and Jarod, "Which one? You both look like boneheads to me."

Jarod pulled him on the bed between us, being careful not to hurt his dick, "Why you little monster." He said as he started tickling him. I, however, am Arts real brother, so I could not let Jarod have all the fun. I joined in, until I knew Art was about to pee, than stopped and pulled him off of my bed. He ran out the door, and a second later we heard peeing.

Jarod looked at me, "How did you know he was about to explode."

"I may have pushed it to far a few times. Now I know the signs."

"Is it ok for me take off my clothes now?"

"Sure, go ahead." I had to laugh again. He was out of his clothes in record time. "Tomorrow we can go to the Rec Center, and I can introduce you to all the guys you have heard so much about."

"Cool."

What I didn't know was that Dad had put a message on the ranches website. He let everyone know that there was a Regular staying on the ranch this weekend. That way no one would talk about sex with him around.

We all went downstairs for dinner and had a lot of fun. I miss not being around Jarod every day. After the table was cleared, Mom asked Jarod to sit back down. Then she asked him for his left wrist, "Jarod, life is very different here than you will be used to. I am putting this red wristband on you, so no mistakes are made."

"I don't understand, what kind of mistakes."

She finished locking on his wristband as she said, "You see Jarod, the children here are held to a very high standard. For example, there is no cursing, no talking back, and always showing respect for others. A violation of these rules is delt with swiftly by any adult male in the area. It is rare that this happens but is a serious offence. If you were to be the one violating the rules, you would normally fall under the same consequences as Roberto and Arturo. The red band will let others know that you are a guest here, and they will bring it to our attention," Mom gave him a serious look, "don't let it be brought to our attention. Do you understand."

"Yes Sir, I will be good, I promise."

Mom pulled him into a hug, "I know you will sweet boy."

 

Authors Note

I know that this chapter will not be liked by a few of you. In many of the e-mails I received, there was some excitement over the circumcision. I know some of you would have liked me to go into more detail on it, and for that I am sorry. I chose for the boys to be put to sleep and avoid the trauma of going through this experience awake. In making this decision, and the fact that this story is from the perspective of Roberto, details could not be given.