Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2018 18:50:48 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 169

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 169

"How long was I out?"  I asked as I woke from my nap and turned to look at
Colin with me on the couch.

"From your breath, I'd say six days?"  He complained in jest.  At least he
better be jesting, hence he not get laid.  I'm practicing my old English
speak for when we head back there for another vacation.

"So you DON'T want to get laid?"  I asked sticking my tongue out at him.
He leaned down and sucked on it, so I'm guessing my breath wasn't that bad,
or he was just being a good husband.

"So you still up for the club tonight?" He asked as he ran his fingers
through my hair.

"Of course.  Just try and stop me!  What time you thinking of leaving?"

"10 be there by 10:30," he suggested.

"Cool!  And just so you know, I'm going to behave tonight.  I won't even go
into the Cell'r.  I'm going to be the perfect date and focus only on you,"
I assured him.  He laughed.  I'm not even kidding right now, he actually
laughed.

"And how long will that last?  Until we're out of the car?"

"Nope.  All night.  You're my date and I'm sticking with you and only you."

"This I gotta see.  What if some cute boy walks by and gets you all horny?"

"Nope.  I won't even notice," I fibbed.  It's not a full lie, just a fib.

"What about if a hot boy comes over, rubs your crotch and says he wants
you, as he nibbles on your ear?"  he asked as he rubbed my crotch and
nibbled on my ear.

"I'd tell him to do me quickly before my husband gets back," I giggled as I
kissed him again.  "I'll politely tell him I'm sorry, but I'm already taken
with the hottest guy in the room."

"Awww!  So you're going to bullshit him?"

"What?  You ARE the hottest guy in any room, and you're all mine, and I'm
going to prove it."

"Well I know for a fact that both Jason and J.P. will be there tonight, so
what happens when the three of you turn on that Masters charm and gang up
on some unsuspecting boy?  You'll have his legs cracked open before he even
knows he's going to lose his virginity in front of everyone."

"The only way that happens is if we get the boy and allow you to be the
first one in him," I smiled.  "Otherwise the only thing I'll be doing
tonight is dancing and drinking.  If we see guys we know, maybe a hug or a
kiss to say hello, but no more than that.  Or maybe some pot.  Possibly
light groping, just so I'm not seen as rude.  At the absolute most, I'd
have a hot horny boy pull out his cock to show us so we can add him to our
list of guys to do later.  Tonight, I'm bringing you home and making love
until dawn."

"This should be good.  I mean I love you more than anything, but somehow I
doubt you'll last the entire night without shoving your dick in someone."

"Well I love you more, and I'll prove it by being..." I choked slightly on
the word "...monogamous."

He howled with laughter.  "Okay, Jason or J.P., whoever you are.  What did
you do with the real Justin?"

"Rude!  I'm the real Justin.  You don't think I can go an entire night
focused on the guy I love and only the guy I love?  I won't even look at
another boy sexually...Well, okay, maybe that's going a bit far, but I
won't stick anything inside me that isn't yours, or allow anything of mine
into anyone other than you all night."

"So is this like your New Year's resolution that said no more porn?  It
lasted about 8 minutes when you saw a cute boy on your Tumblr feed?"

"One million dollars that I make it the entire night without getting naked
or having sex of any kind except with you."

"You're on," he laughed as I rubbed my crotch against him as we lay facing
each other on the couch. "Your horny just thinking about the boys at the
club aren't you?"

"NO!  I'm horny from looking at you and listening to your sexy voice.  We
should go upstairs and fool around before we head out."

"Are you kidding?  I am about to win a million dollars.  Why would I help
you become less horny?  We're going to the Slam'r, which could have a
thousand half naked, pheromone throwing, gay boys, all hot and glistening
with sweat as they grind together on the dance floor before they go hand in
hand downstairs to the cell'r for wild kinky sex."

"That's not fair!  You're trying to make me lose!" I complained.

"Just stating facts, honey.  You're not going to last 15 minutes.  Don't
get me wrong, I love having sex with you and am so happy that you were the
one that chose to marry me, but I know you better than anyone on the
planet.  Your sex drive is legendary.  It's a thing books are written about
and movies are made of.  I mean we've been to corporate receptions and art
gallery openings, and you've done people in the bathrooms or stairwells.
Tonight we're at the Slam'r.  Sex central for all gay hookups in the city.
Grind'r, Surge and VGL don't get as many hookups combined as you."

"So you're saying I'm not strong willed.  You'll see.  I'll be the best
date you've ever had.  I'll be stuck to you like a newborn to his mommy's
tittie."

"That's a disturbing visual," he laughed.  "But our deal doesn't apply if I
find a boy and fuck him in front of you.  Only if you want to join in or
fuck him too?"

"That's also not fair!"  I said frowning playfully.  "So that's how you
plan on winning huh?  You take off your shirt to let him see your 8 pack,
flash those baby blues and run your fingers sexily through your blond hair
before dragging him to the basement like some caveman and fuck him
senseless?"

"Maybe," he grinned as he flashed a big smile and ran his fingers through
his hair.  Not cool!  Not cool at all.  I had a raging boner and he knew
it.  I leaned in to kiss him and we spent the next half hour grinding
against each other before we came up for air.  Each time I went for his
crotch, he took my hand off it and slapped my ass.  He was definitely not
playing fair.

We had a late dinner and then went to get ready for the club.  I'm not
saying we spent a lot of time in the bathroom and picking out clothes, but
chicks going to the prom, or getting married, spend less time getting
ready.  Showering was the roughest.  I mean we made sure that we were each
nice and clean, and as Colin was on his knees helping to shave my ass, he
kept slipping his finger in, which just got me excited.  I think he was
deliberately trying to work me up so that I wouldn't win the bet, but he's
kidding himself if he thinks I'm losing a million dollars.  When he stood
up and pushed himself into me, we almost never made it to the club at all.
By the time we were done with the shower and had hair properly brushed,
cologne on, and outfits selected, we looked hot!  And I'm not talking
garden variety hot, I'm talking celebrity, cover of Vogue, hot!  Colin was
wearing a tight fitting shirt that showed off every contour of his body,
and jeans that I almost had to help him into.  If he gets a boner, everyone
is going to see it from a mile away.  That, and it'll probably rip his
zipper open.  If we could have had a slow motion walk to music with a wind
machine when we headed down the stairs, it would be like every romantic
coming of age movie in history.  We'd be the hot chicks.  My hair would
blow back nicely, but Colin's was too short for that, so just use your
imagination.

We took the Koenigsegg Agera as a change from the other cars.  I suggested
maybe a less expensive one as we would have to leave it overnight, but
Colin said he'd already arranged for the service to provide a spare driver
to drive it home when they picked us up after the club.  He's always one
step ahead.  We pulled up at the Slam'r and the valet rushed to the car and
waited as Colin leaned over to kiss me.  "Would you like a gummy bear?"

"Is that some new sex talk for something people your age are into?"  I
grinned.

"People my age, huh?  Keep that up and you might not be getting laid
tonight at all."

"Yeah, that's what I thought.  Limp dick syndrome huh?  We can always order
some of those boner pills for you," I giggled.

"You want a couple gummy bears or not?"  he grinned.

"You just happen to have a pack of gummies in your pocket?  How do you get
anything in those pants, they're so tight?"  He opened the console between
us and fed me a couple of bears before taking a few himself.  "These taste
off," I complained.  "I think they've been in the car way too long."

"They're edibles weirdo.  Should give you a nice buzz."

"Oh great, you're gonna get me stoned and drunk so you can win the bet.
You do know that if I get all worked up from you getting me stoned, it
negates our verbal contract, right?"

"Says you," he grinned as he opened the door to hand the valet the keys
before running around to meet me as I got out.  "But I have Sam as my
lawyer."

"Touché, hottie!  Holy shit, look at the lineups...and it's only 10:30,"
I said changing my focus away from being drugged with candy.  "Damn,
whatever Jason and the guys are doing, it's working."

"No shit, eh!"  he agreed as he took my hand and we headed for the door,
only to run into a very large doorman.

"Good evening gentleman.  Are you on the list tonight?"  He asked blocking
the door and most of the sidewalk.  I was about to answer, but another
doorman ran up before we had a chance to respond.

"They're okay.  They own the club.  Sorry guys.  It's Martin's first
night."  We thanked him and the brick wall moved aside to let us past,
apologizing as well.  All I can say is it's a good thing we didn't have to
wait in the line or we could have been outside for hours, or at least until
Jason or Jake ran out to respond to our texts.  Once inside, we bypassed
the inspection line, and the guy at the entrance asked if we needed some
markers.

"Markers?  Like felt pens?"  I asked confused.

"Fluorescent markers for blacklight night," he explained as he handed us
each a pack.  "Here.  Normally the six pack is 15 bucks, but I'm pretty
sure I'm not allowed to charge you for them."

"Thanks," Colin said taking the markers from him.  We entered the club and
the whole main dance floor was lit with blacklight, as were some of the
back seating areas.  Guys had already begun to mark each other up and I
could already see how this night was going to shape up.  Being the weekend,
all the back sections of the club were open as were all levels and the roof
access.

"Where do you want to sit?"  Colin asked as we looked around.

"I kinda want to be down with all the action.  Plus now that I'm a raging
stoner, I shouldn't be anywhere near stairs or munchies," I said as I
pointed to a table close by.  He agreed and we went to sit down in the
comfy chairs.  I would have picked the tall table and bar seats, but they
get uncomfortable after a while, and if I'm about to get fucked up from
gummy bears, I don't want to fall off those.  I mean we could always head
up to `Here' and get really comfortable, but that's a sure fire way to lose
my bet and the million dollars.  A waiter attended us quickly, and
basically knew who we were, which would save any issue at having to pay for
the drinks.  Just sign and drink which was the best way to ensure I was
going home stupid drunk, on top of being stoned.  I say he `basically' knew
who we were as he called me Jason.  Close enough.  He dropped a reserved on
our table, which I assumed was because he thought I was Jason.  Oh well,
damage is done.  No point in correcting him now.  It would at least make
sure that no one scooped our table while we were out dancing.

As we looked around at the building crowd, we recognized a lot of the guys,
many of whom saw us as well and came over to say hi.  Jason and Jake
stopped by and let us know that they had professional artists up in `Here'
if we wanted to have our bodies done up with cool designs.  I figured Colin
and I would probably go and do that later but for now I was just enjoying
looking at everything.

The music was thumping loud and it still got me going every time as it
shook my entire body.  I think there is something about the bass in music
that recharges you like vibrating atoms or some such science shit.  "Oh my
god...this is my song!!" I almost squealed at Colin a few moments later as
I yanked him off the chair and over to the dance floor.  I think the pot is
kicking in.  I sang along...at least with the words I knew.  I can never
remember the entire song, but I really don't care.  Of course it was Gaga
and the dance version of Born this Way.  I know it's an old song, but it
still gets me going every time. `I'm beautiful in my way!' `Baby, I was
born this way!'  Sorta... I suck at dancing but that's not really the point
anyway.  I leaned into Colin and sang "Don't be a drag, just be a Justin!"
He just smiled and shook his head as I flailed around, but he was having a
great time as well.  Of course lots of guys danced around us while we were
there, many with their shirts off, so it got way hotter than a school
dance.  Although don't tell anyone, but I secretly loved it at junior high
dances when the boys were on one side of the room and the girls were on the
other.  It always seemed so awkward for some of the boys, but me
personally, I thought it was great.  I had all the boys to myself.  Of
course I had no idea why I liked that back then, but I sure do now.  And
here we are many years later with all the boys dancing together.  The way
the universe wants it.  I loved how everyone glowed under the lights, even
those without marker paint.  White shirts and teeth showed up the best, as
did anyone already down to their white boxer briefs.  I was so going to
lose my bet with Colin, but I would hold on as long as I could.  Who knows,
maybe someone will pull the fire alarm and we'll have to leave before I
give in to the dark side.  The next song up was `I'm an Albatraoz' by
AronChupa, which got me going even more as the beat was just perfect for my
style of dancing.  Which is the no style, bounce around type.  Colin just
laughed each time I tried to sing along.  I think he's making fun of me.

"Did you know...you and me...we must be fireproof...with all these flames
between these sheets?"  I sang as he ground himself against me.

"What?"

"The song.  Those are the words," I giggled.  He popped the top button on
my pants and slipped his hand partially into it.  "Am I getting laid?"  I
asked grinning.

He didn't answer but just kept up his sexiness.  For Colin that isn't hard
to do.  He just has to be breathing.  Once he takes off his shirt, we're
going to be drowning in boys, which is normally not a bad thing.  Tonight,
I would be happy to have gone to a lesbian bar.  It was like retro night
with these songs, but it quickly changed to techno house music that had a
thumpin' beat, but no words I recognized.  The DJ announced the first
entertainment for the night as the curtains across the main stage opened
and the black lit stage reveal several go-go dancers, all artistically
designed, and in tiny underwear.  I'm pretty sure the entire club stopped
to watch their choreographed routine and cheered once the underwear came
off.  There was at least 12 of them and it must have taken some work to get
them all prepared like that.  A few would come together and form a complete
design when they were in a group, then change positions to form another
design with other guys.  Whoever organized this sure knew what they were
doing.  By the time it was over, I wanted to get painted up like that.
Other go-go boys got into positions on platforms around the club to keep
the guys interested as the music and partying continued.  I smiled when I
saw J.P. and Ryan off in the distance, so I texted to them and waved so
they knew where we were.  Of course when two or three of us get together it
attracts attention.  Today it helped a bit that we were under a black light
and that J.P. had his shirt off with drawings all over him.  We looked a
lot different, especially as J.P. had his hair back in a bit of a mini
ponytail.

"Still hanging in there?"  Colin grinned as we stayed on the dance floor
and more and more boys joined in.

"No problem," I said as if it were no big deal.  "I have the hottest guy in
the club already.  Why would I want anyone else?"

"Such a bullshitter.  Tell me you don't want those two blond guys over
there?"  He said pointing to two shirtless hotties dancing together and
looking over at us.  "They sure want you and J.P."

"Those are alternative facts.  They're checking you out," I said trying not
to focus on them.

Colin kissed me and went over to them.  A few seconds later he returned
with them in tow.  He is such an asshole when he's determined not to lose a
bet.  I suppose that's why he's a billionaire.  He gets what he wants.  He
got me didn't he, or did I get him?  The jury might still be out on that
decision.  It's going to come down to a supreme court ruling.  He
introduced J.P. and me to the boys who clearly were into us.  Colin had
been right.  He even lifted up my shirt to show them just how identical we
were.

"J.P., you and Justin should show the boys around the club.  Take them
downstairs for a bit," Colin said pushing the envelope again.  J.P. nodded
and leaned in to talk to the boys who nodded and smiled.  J.P. moved to
talk into my ear.

"They want us.  You in?"

"Shit.  Not right now.  Can we hook up with them tomorrow at the house?"  I
asked.  J.P. stepped back and looked at me as if he wasn't sure what he was
hearing.  Fuck, I wanted to do both of them, and on any other day, I'd have
stripped them where they stood.  He shook his head.  I leaned back in to
talk to him.  "Stall them.  I'll be right back."

I raced towards the back office and found Jason in the hallway.  "Change
clothes with me right now," I barked, taking him by surprise.

"What?"

"Strip.  I need you to take one for team Triple J.  Two hot blond boys want
to fuck me and J.P."

"And?...you've got chlamydia, syphilis, crabs...what?"

"Worse.  A million dollar bet with Colin that I can behave and only be with
him tonight."

"Shit.  What the fuck were you thinking dude?"  He said as he took off his
shirt and we quickly switched clothes.

"Go back to the guys and have fun.  Just make sure you get their number so
I can do them another day."

"You owe me for this," he grinned.  Somehow I think we'll be even once he
sees them.  I watched from a distance as he raced over and they talked for
less than a minute.  Colin looked back at where I was watching from and
smiled as he shook his head.  I keep forgetting he can tell us apart in an
instant.  As the five guys left, I wandered back to Colin almost smugly.

"Well played," he laughed.  "I was sure you'd cave for those two."

"Told you.  I have willpower, but that was just mean.  Did you see the
bodies on those guys?  You're even hard aren't you?"  I asked grabbing his
crotch confirming my observation.  "You know this is just as much torture
for you as it is for me, right?"

"Not really.  I didn't make the bet that I wouldn't do anyone else tonight.
So maybe I'll take those two up to `Here' after Jason and J.P. are done
with them and let you watch."

"Not if I get you so drunk and stoned that you can't stand up or get hard,"
I teased as we headed back to our table.  I drew a few designs on his face
as we relaxed and drank, and he did mine.  Then like anyone addicted to
tattoos, we couldn't stop and moved to decorate our arms next.  I have a
feeling the by the end of the night, you won't be able to see my body for
all the neon marker on it.  Half an hour later my phone buzzed with a text
from Jason.

`office' is all it said.  I told Colin I'd be right back and raced to meet
my brother.

"Dude, I'll pinch hit for you anytime with guys like that.  Fucking hot,
and sweet bodies.  Asses like silk..."  he gushed as we changed clothes
again.

"Shut up!  You're worse than Colin," I said.

"Don't worry, I told them that we were actually triplets, so they're
totally into hooking up again.  Trust me, you'll want to be there next
time."

"I wanted to be there this time, but not if it's gonna cost me a million
bucks.  What were their names?"

"No idea."

"Well did you at least get their numbers?"

No. We just bent them over and fucked the hell out of those tight pussies
as they blew Ryan.  I'm sure the guys got their info though.  They'd have
been worth the million bucks in my opinion," he laughed.  "Thanks bro.
Text if you need to switch again."

I ran back to Colin dressed like myself again, or maybe I was still Jason,
who knows at this point, I was to drunk stoned and horny to process
everything properly.

"How did it Jason enjoy the boys?"

"Shut up.  Just shut up!" I said taking another drink.  He laughed, almost
evilly.  We took our cocktails and headed up to the roof to get some fresh
air which helped clear my head a bit.  The best part was when I sat in
front of Colin and he wrapped his arms around me like he was a blanket.  I
leaned back so I could turn my head to kiss him.

"Hey guys!!"  A familiar voice said as he bounced up to us.  The glitter
queen of the Slam'r was here again.  I wondered if Forrest ever went home,
or if he just lived in one of the back rooms somewhere.  He was in tiny
shorts...I mean tiny.  Girls would have trouble getting into those.  He was
artistically decorated in more neon than the Las Vegas strip, and sporting
his signature incredible shoes.  He leaned in to kiss both of us and spun
around to show off.

"You boys need some more paint!  You gotta glow honey.  Check this out!"
He beamed as he pulled his phone out of the side of his shorts where he had
it tucked, and lowered them to show us that even his dick had been painted.
Well, no fear that I'm going to suck that now.  A neon tongue under the
black light.  That would be a sight.

"So hot," Colin remarked, and of course I had to agree.  He spun to show us
his ass and he really was painted all over. His phone buzzed as he pulled
his shorts back up.

"Ooohhh!  Party time!  Gotta go boys.  Text me.  We haven't hooked up in a
while.  I've love to get back on those big cocks.  Want me to grab you some
`E' while I'm partying?" We declined and he kissed both of us again, and
then ran off like some school girl who just learned there was an 80% off
sale on glitter.

"Am I that stoned, or is he actually gayer than before?"  I asked.

"No, he's actually gayer.  I love that guy.  I'm not sure I could hangout
with him for long periods of time, but he's sure fun at parties."

I had to agree at that.  No matter anything else, Forrest was outgoing,
happy and fun all the time.  I have a feeling he might be doing more than
his share of drugs now though, but who am I to talk.  Right now I'm the
gummy bear queen...and just so there's no confusion, I mean gummy bear pot
edibles, not a large hairy guy with no teeth.  Colin and I said hi to
several more guys before we headed back inside, stopping in `Here' for a
bit to watch guys being decorated by the professional artists.  Even the
waiters had been done up to be extra sexy.  Thankfully they weren't naked.
You could almost smell the money being thrown around in the lounge.  I
watched as one young dude was being used by a few `30 something' guys.
They poured a few shots into his belly button and sucked them out before
pulling the boy's legs over his head to bend him in half, pouring more
alcohol in his ass as one of them slurped it up.  I liked the part where
they made him open his mouth and held one of their penises near and poured
alcohol down the shaft so it ran into his mouth.  The kid would be drunk in
no time at this rate.  They ate his ass like he was the only appetizer in
the building and he took cock after cock into his hole.  I told Wade to
make sure to give the boy my info and have him contact me tomorrow.  I
slipped him 50 bucks just to make sure.  I watched as one guy held the boys
ass open with a couple fingers while another poured a beer into him before
pushing his cock in.  That's one way to get your penis intoxicated.  I had
to get Colin and me out of there, before I volunteered to be next on the
table.

We hit the dance floor again and when Colin took my shirt off and tucked it
into the back of my pants, it felt much better.  I wasn't sweating anywhere
near as bad.  I had one guy write his name and number on me, which I almost
didn't notice as my head bounced to the tunes.  Colin is such a pimp,
trying to whore me out just so he could win a bet while I'm trying to
behave.  With the pot, pounding bass and alcohol, I had such a raging
hardon and Colin knew it as he kept rubbing against me and feeling me up.
I'm gonna fuck him stupid in about five minutes at this rate.  When he
pulled me in for a kiss, I'm pretty sure I came.  What the hell was in
those gummies...and how do I get more of them?  We never end up alone for
long and we danced with a lot of guys.  I really liked how they all looked
under the black light.  Some I almost didn't recognize as their faces were
done up to look like zombies or ghosts or something.  I laughed at the boys
who took their penis out to swing them around, but when anything sexual was
about to happen, the bouncer almost appeared out of thin air telling them
to take it downstairs.  I was a bit surprised by that, but found out from
Jason later on that they'd had some complaints about it and were advised to
keep sex acts out of the main area.  Damn government heteros!  You wouldn't
see gay government officials coming up with those rules.  We went and sat
down for a bit and I snuggled into Colin on the oversize chair.  Alex was
in one of the other chairs, just lounging and talking to anyone that
dropped by.  Colin was all sweaty and slippery and I think it was turning
me on.  Of course it could have been pretty much any one of a hundred
things from pot gummies to a thousand semi naked boys, to the alcohol, to
those that stopped by and gave us a kiss.  But, I'm going to believe that
Colin was oozing so much sexy, that it was pouring out of him and getting
all over me.  It's moments like this where I kinda get Kyle and Max's
relationships from Helix Studios.  They fuck hundreds of boys, but still go
home to each other and make love.  I have that with Colin, except he
doesn't fuck anywhere near as many boys as I do.  I'm working on getting
him out of his shell though.  Oh, shit, don't tell him I said that or he'll
grab every cute boy away from me.  He's way hotter than I am.  I'd have to
use the Force to compete...the force of the Triple J's!  Not the other
force.  I haven't finished my Jedi training yet, or I could just use that
on him.  `These are not the boys you are looking for.'  `These are not the
boys I'm looking for' would be his reply and all would be right with the
world again.  So, I'm a gay nerd.  Deal with it.  Right now, I'm a horny
gay nerd that desperately needs a blowjob and a tight ass.

"I need a blowjob," I announced out loud to Colin before my brain could
figure out that I should have kept that to myself.

"I'll get us four of them.  You want anything else to drink while I'm at
the bar?"  He asked grinning.

"So nah nah, honey I'm good I could have another but I probably shouldn't.
I've got somebody at home, and if I stay I might not leave alone. No, honey
I'm good, I could have another but I probably shouldn't."

"What?"  He said looking at me like I'd finally let my cheese fall off the
cracker.  Hmmm...cheese!

"It's a song.  Just get me whatever you think I'd like," I said realizing
that only I understood my humour, but in my head, it was funny.  I'm
guessing the only blowjob I'm getting comes in a shot glass.  My mind
wandered off to imagine myself cumming in a shot glass, but that's a tale
for another day.  I looked around for our waiter.  Now that he was painted
and just down to his short shorts, any excuse to have him come back to our
table was fine by me.

"I'll grab some on the way back.  I have to go take a leak," he said as he
leaned in to kiss me.  He tasted all fruity and alcoholy...if that's a
thing.  He took off and Alex leaned in to talk.

"I think your husband is a little bit drunk."

"I'd say he's a lot a bit drunk, but it's probably more the gummy bears," I
revealed.

"So it's a sugar high?"  Alex asked frowning.

"Nope!  It's a gummy bear edible high." I grinned.  "We did a few before
coming in tonight."

"Nice.  I thought you seemed stoned.  Jason and I have moved to edibles now
as well.  We make them ourselves from the pot in the garden, but nothing
complicated like gummy bears.  We stick with cookies and brownies.  Last
thing we need is the kids finding a bag of gummy bears or sours on the
counter."

"I dunno.  It might mellow the twins out a little, especially if you give
them indica instead of sativa.  Hell, I was thinking of slipping some drops
into Blake's hot chocolate," I joked.

Alex just shook his head and laughed.  Hopefully there aren't any
undercover government agents lurking shirtless nearby.

"But whatever, I think we'll be a lot more drunk by the time the night is
over.  Just don't come looking for us at 9am tomorrow morning.  Stop by
around 3pm and check to make sure we're still breathing."

"Will do.  I could slip in beside you and give you a rectal probe."

"Sounds hot.  I could use one right now if you have it available," I
teased.

Colin returned with our drinks and a stray.  I think he picked up a lost
puppy at the bar.  I immediately wanted to reach out and pet him, but I
didn't know if he bites or not.  "Guys, this is Kip."

"Hi?"  I said looking at Colin inquisitively.  If this was a trick to test
me, it wasn't going to work.  Of course, on the other hand, he was co cute
with his big brown eyes, mop of dark hair, adorable smile, lickable ears
and button nose.  Okay, maybe it was working just a bit.

"Kip is new to town and is trying to get to know a few people.  How long
have you been here now?"  Colin said giving us the stray's background.

"About a month.  Still trying to figure shit out," he replied as he sat
with us.  Fortunately he sat on the other side of Colin, or I'd have been
slipping my digits into his pants, and I'm not talking my phone number.

 "Have you been to the Slam'r before?"  I asked as we talked loudly over
top of the music.

"A few times.  Met some cool guys, but still looking to make friends with
the right people," he acknowledged giving me a strange almost knowing
smile.  We found out that he had just turned 19 and moved out from Prince
Edward Island, which in itself is a major trip for your first time away
from home, but I guess we have more gay life than P.E.I.  Usually east
coast boys start in Montreal or Toronto to become acclimatised to the
lifestyle.  You don't usually see them heading right to Nirvana their first
time out.  Nirvana, meaning Vancouver in case there was some confusion on
that.  I mean we all end up here sooner or later, most just suffer through
those brutal winters of snow and below freezing temperatures out east
first.  I couldn't even imagine having to wear big fluffy parkas and snow
boots up to your knees and those earmuff things.  I like being able to go
golfing in February and sitting in the park feeding pigeons in January.
Not that I do either of those, but I like to know I can if I so choose.
Unlike most boys we pick up at the bar, we were really having a good time
getting to know Kip and find out about him, which I found actually
interesting.  Normally we wait until we fuck them to find out things like
his name, and other non-important details.  This was actually a nice
change.  Colin is smart, I mean really smart, and I know this was a test of
my character and strength.  If he only knew just how hard my dick was right
now, he'd know he was actually on the winning side of the deal right now,
but I'm super determined to not let him know that.  I think Kip was amused
by how many guys came up and kissed us or stopped by to say hello.  Alex
was even more flirty than me tonight as he had more than one boy pop out
his cock, or take off his shorts so we could check out full body neon paint
on him.

"Kip, you should get done up like that and get on the dance floor.  You'll
meet lots of guys," Colin told him.

"I can meet guys, I just want to meet the right type of guys.  Ones that
have a personality, and not just a big cock."  I thought about this for a
moment and wondered if I fit in that category.  I have a big...you
know...and as for personality...I think so.  To quote Blake...I'm not an
idiot.

"Has anyone taken you to `Here' yet?"  Colin asked.

"Yeah, I've come here before," Kip said which was repetitive information.

"No, I mean taken you to the VIP lounge `Here'," Colin repeated a little
louder.  Damn music.  I can't hear the conversation properly.  They should
turn it off while we're trying to get to know someone.

"No.  I can't get on the VIP floor.  Not a VIP.  How about you guys?"  he
yelled back.

"We can get you into `Here'," Colin told him quickly.

"Aren't I already here?"  Kip grinned.  "You might be drunk dude."

"That's what I said," Alex chimed in, not helping at all.

"The waiters in `Here' provide much better service than the others.  I'm
sure you'd find lots of interesting guys with personalities to make friends
with in `Here'," Colin said knowing full well that he was being a douche
confusing the boy with `Here' and here.

"Who's on first.  What's on second," I said out loud.

"What?"  Kip said leaning in to try and hear me.

"Second base!  Nothing," I grinned.  I felt someone beside me and turned
around to see Rory and Kent standing there shirtless. "Whoa!  What the fuck
are you guys doing here?  Finally switched teams and came over to find out
what all the excitement is all about?  Ooooh, wait...are you wanting an
orgy?"

"No, we came with a couple girls who wanted to party here tonight.  Saw you
and Colin and thought we'd come to say hi," Rory said as we fist bumped.
Straight boys.  Gay guys greet with a kiss, a hug, and maybe a quick
groping feel, especially when we're all shirtless.

"So where are the girls?"  I asked looking around.

"On the dance floor.  I'll say one thing about a gay club...you never have
to pay for drinks," Kent grinned as he held up his beer.

"You do know that if you accept a drink, you're obligated to go have sex
with the guy, right?  Or at least let him blow you."

"Really?  Shit!  I didn't know that.  The girls have gotten like six drinks
each already."

"Doesn't count for girls.  It's a gay club.  Rules are different."

"I noticed.  Like guys can go in the girls bathroom.  What's that all
about?"  Kent asked.

"Just how it is.  You're straight so stay on the guys side.  If you ever
want to see a vicious fag, try and do something to a girl in the washroom.
You won't make it out in one piece."

"I'd never do that," Rory replied.  "I like it here.  Music is awesome and
everyone is so friendly."

I laughed.  "It helps that you're both cute too.  Unlike a straight bar,
you're the meat here, not the girls, but you have your shirts off, so I'm
guessing you know that already.  So are these new girls girlfriends, or
what?"

"Just dates," Rory replied.

"Well if it doesn't work out, at least you have other options to get laid
tonight," I grinned as Colin and I clinked glasses.  "Kip, this is Rory and
Kent.  Straight boy infiltrators.  Don't let their cute looks fool you."

"Nice to meet you," he said smiling at them.  I grabbed a couple of markers
and drew a few designs on their chests, especially around their nipples.
If you want to fit in, you have to sparkle...or at least glow under black
light.

"We should get back before they think we've really switched sides," Kent
said after I'd finished drawing on him.  Probably because he knew me and
figured I'd be heading inside his pants next.  He wouldn't be wrong.
Stripping a straight boy in a gay club is like throwing chum into shark
infested waters.  Neither boy would get out alive.

"We'll be home all day tomorrow if you don't get laid tonight.  We're
having a blue ball relief event all day," I offered as I gently patted
Rory's ass.

Kent just smiled, and Rory blushed as they said goodbye and headed off.

"Are they really straight?"  Kip asked.

"Yeah.  We can't convert them all," I said not revealing that they were at
least in training.

"Too bad.  They're kinda cute."

"They are definitely that," Colin admitted.  "Justin goes to University
with them."

"You're in University?"  He asked.  "What are you studying?"

"Straight boy conversion therapy," I answered quickly.  "Okay, maybe
not. Psychology actually."

"And how do you feel about that?"  He joked.  Kip's funny.  I like a guy
with a sense of humour.  "So how old are you guys?"  He asked bluntly.
"You kinda don't look old enough to be in the club."

"Okay, I officially like this guy," I told Colin.  "I'm 22 and Colin is
26."

"No way.  You both barely look as old as me," he said staring at us.  I
couldn't tell if he was being honest, or just trying to be friendly to get
laid.  Either one is fine by me, I just like to know which is which.  I
think he was amazed at how many guys stopped by to see us.

"I have to pee," I announced to no one and everyone at the same time.  The
good thing about a bathroom at a gay club, it's kind of like going to the
deli counter at the supermarket to check out all the sausages.  The various
cuts (pun intended) and lengths, not to mention the rump roasts and of
course anything breast related.  The bad thing about a bathroom at the gay
club is that it's like being at the deli counter in the socialite part of
town where everyone tries to decide the best meat to take home.  They want
to look at it closely, thump it, poke a finger in it and thoroughly inspect
what they're getting.  It makes it very difficult for those of us that want
to pee to get on with it.  I think there should be rules.  You line up with
your cock out while you wait to pee, and it allows for all the inspection
you can handle, but when it's your turn up to the urinal, you just get on
with business and leave.  That way everyone gets the best of the best while
they're doing business.  There were plenty of urinals in the men's bathroom
and a few stalls, but with as busy as the club was, there was still a line
up.  If you're desperate to pee, you really should plan ahead.  Fortunately
things were moving along fast.  There were even a few urinals where two
guys were sharing with each other.  I think those are the cruising urinals.
Not sure.  They might be where you take the guy you met on the dance floor
so you can check out what he's got before you waste time taking him home.
Then there's the weird kinky guys who opens up an additional urinal by
offering themselves.  The only trouble with going up and shoving your dick
down the throat of a guy like that is not only does he drink your piss, but
he fondles your balls, tries to poke his finger in your ass and wants you
to cum too.  A full service urinal if you need it, but that doesn't usually
happen in the main bathrooms.  That's more a Cell'r thing.  I couldn't do
that tonight as I was saving myself for my husband, but it was pretty hot
to watch some newbie be shocked when he saw it for the first time.  I
smiled when I saw one boy at the urinal allow his buddy to go behind him
and yank his pants to his knees showing off his cute ass to everyone.
While it was all entertaining, I still needed to pee badly so I was happy
to see Ryan at a urinal already.  I ran up and told him to move over.
Anyone that knew us would think I was J.P. and figure it was boyfriends
peeing together.  Ryan knew it was me as I was wearing different clothes,
but he was probably the only one.  He reached down and took a hold of it
for me.

"I can hold my own dick you know," I said grinning as I looked at him.

"I'm sure you can, but you're so drunk, I don't want you peeing on me," he
replied as he focused my stream where it needed to go.  Once I was done, he
even shook it for me.  J.P. is lucky to have such a caring boyfriend. We
washed our hands together and headed back to the table.

"Thanks for letting me share your urinal.  I was gonna piss myself if I
didn't get there fast."

"Anytime bro.  Anytime," he grinned as he rubbed my back and gave me a kiss
as I sat back down before he took off to find the other me that was his
boyfriend.  I looked over at Colin who had made his move on Kip.  He had
taken the boy's shirt off and had slipped a couple fingers in the fly of
his pants to feel his package over his underwear.

"Are you two dating?"  I giggled.

"Just checking him out. Gotta love this body," Colin smirked as he ran his
hand over Kip's chest, tweaking his small nipples.  `You okay if Kip comes
home with us tonight?"

"I wouldn't mind," I grinned.  "I think we have room for him."

Kip and Colin went off to dance and I raised my eyebrows.  Alex just howled
with laughter.  "So how's that bet thing going?  Feeling like maybe you
shouldn't have made it?"

"I'll say.  He's gonna fuck that guy before we get home at this rate."  I
was fine with that but I still think it was a game Colin was playing to see
if he could make me jealous enough to cave in on our bet.  Kip was hot, but
if you put him in a line up with Colin.  I'd choose Colin every time.
Don't get me wrong...I'd fuck the entire lineup, but I'd choose Colin to go
home with.  Just so we're clear on that.  By the time the boys returned, I
think some of the pins that hold my head in place had fallen out as it was
flopping all over the place.  Colin suggested we head home, which
technically meant I'd won the bet.  I'm a really smart genius apparently,
with incredible willpower.

He called for the driver and we downed our last drinks, texted to let the
guys know we were leaving and wandered...stumbled?...to the door.  The
driver was up front and Colin had the valet give the extra driver the keys
to our car.  By the time we got Kip home, I was barely conscious.  I know
we had sex, but I'll be damned if I could actually remember it.  I
certainly wouldn't be able to tell you how big his penis was, or if he even
had one.  For all I knew we'd picked up a flat chested girl.  I do remember
Colin screwing him at one point, but it was like we were in a foggy part of
London during a Jack the Ripper movie.  You know the type.

"Hey!  Are you guys still sleeping?"  I heard Blake announce in a voice
loud enough to ensure the answer to his question was no.  I opened my eyes
partially to see Kip lying between Colin and I.  Oh yeah, right.  We had
company.  I didn't even have time to respond to Blake and almost wish I'd
had my camera to record Kip's expression as he looked up at who was making
the noise.  "Who are you?"  Blake asked obviously a little surprised
himself.

"Justin," I answered wishing he'd stop with all the noise, or turn down the
speed of the rotating room.

"Kip," our guest replied.  Oh right, he probably wasn't talking to me.

"Is that a real name or a nickname?"

"It's a real one," he said as he put his head back down looked at me as if
to query what was happening.  Why ask me, I think I'm still stoned.
"Dudes, there's a naked kid in your room," Kip whispered to us.

"That's Blake," I told him as if that should clear everything up.  "I
turned my head slightly.  Why are you home so early?"

"Early?  It's 11am.  Did you guys stay up all night having sex?"

"Blake go play in traffic or hand feed the tigers."

"Geez!  Grumpy much?  Guess that answers the sex question.  Fine I'll go
play with Chance and Kyle," he complained as he turned and left.

"Who was that?"  Kip asked looking at me.

"That...was Blake.  Don't worry, he's harmless.  Mostly."

"Why do you have a naked kid running around your house?"

"Mainly because he prefers not to wear clothes.  He's our son.  And before
you ask, it's a long story that boils down to him being adopted."

"Got it," he said as he cuddled into me and began playing with my morning
erection.  I politely returned the favour as he leaned in to suck on my
nipples.

He moved away from me as we heard Blake in the hallway.  "God!  Is everyone
on their periods?  I'm going to Cory's!...If anyone cares," he yelled as he
passed by.

"Do we care?"  I asked looking at Colin who had moved in behind Kip.

"No.  It's not like we can't track him," he replied as he began kissing
Kip's back.  We were awake and our guest was getting the benefit of being
in the middle of two horny guys.  I turned and 69'd with him as I helped
Colin slide his dick into the guy, and for the next hour, we woke each
other properly, ending in the required climax and team shower.  This time I
do remember fucking him.  Kip went to get dressed, but we told him to stay
naked while we headed down for breakfast.  I don't think he was a big fan
of that idea as he asked if Blake was still around or not.

"Nah, you heard him.  He went to Cory's," Colin assured him.  We forgot to
mention that others lived with us, but he found that out soon enough as
Kyle and Chance were in the kitchen in their underwear watching Ben and his
naked one night stand having some fun.

"Guys, this is Kip.  Kip, that's Kyle, Chance, Ben and his guest," I said
introducing them all.

"Paul," Ben said as he paused the blowjob he was giving.

"Paul," I repeated.

Uhhh, hi!"  Kip said as he sat at the island trying to give himself a
little protective cover, but seemingly as interested in Ben and Paul as the
other two were.

We heard shrieking long before we saw them as Travis and Trevor raced up
the stairs giggling and screaming as they ran towards us.  They were also
naked and were being chased by an equally naked Jason.

"Sorry, it's bath time and they figured now would be a good time to go into
one of their insane hyper modes."

"Save us Uncle Daddy," the boys screamed excitedly as they clamped
themselves to my legs, shrieking as only little kids can as soon as Jason
tried to pick one of them up.  If you ever need glassware shattering, get a
couple of four year olds.  Ben had quickly stopped blowing Paul as soon as
we heard them approaching, and the two boys had sat in the chairs to hide
what they had been up to.  Last thing you need is small kids grabbing your
dick thinking they're handles.

"You need help?"  I asked my brother.

"No, I got it.  Alex is giving James a bath and it's my turn for the twins.
I have no idea how Malcolm handles all three at once.  We'll have to
remember to give him a raise.  Sorry for interrupting.  Hey Kip!" he
grinned looking at our house guest.  I think I blinked a couple of times,
surprised that Jason knew Kip.

"You and Alex should come over later for adult bath time.  I promise we
only shriek when absolutely necessary," I offered with a huge grin.

"I'm sure," He said collecting both boy and picking them up together.
"Catch you later."

"So, is it always like this around here?"  Kip asked as he watched them
leave and looked at both Jason and I repeatedly.  God, it's a good thing I
don't record every incident of someone meeting me and Jason or I'd have to
buy a lot of extra memory cards.

"Pretty much," Colin replied as we got breakfast together, or at noon is it
brunch?

"So you and Jason...You're twins?"  He asked superfluously.  Then under his
breath.  "That makes sense."

"Yep.  You know Jason?"

"Sure.  I'm at the club a lot.  I...ummm...actually thought you were him
last night and were just being an asshole not remembering me.  But shit,
you guys really are identical."

"Wait.  You thought Justin was Jason?"  Kyle smirked.  "So when did you
realize he wasn't?"

"Ummm, just now," he said sheepishly.

Chance and Kyle both laughed simultaneously.  "So have you had sex with
Jason before?"

He blushed.  "Yeah, a few times.  That's why I was surprised at first when
he acted like he didn't know me."

"So you came home with them anyway, figuring that Jason really hadn't
remembered you?"

"Obviously," Kip replied.  "I thought maybe he didn't want Colin to know
that we knew each other already, but I also didn't want to miss having sex
with him again."

Kyle laughed louder.  "Dude, that's epic!  So, spill.  Is Justin as good as
Jason in bed?"  Like he didn't already know the answer to that many times
over.  He's such a bitch first thing in the morning...or at noon...or at
night.  Oh...the answer in case you need it for your files is that I'm
better.  To know that, all you have to do is ask me.

"Uhhh...sure," Kip replied.  "I mean I didn't know it wasn't him until just
now, right."

"Well, just in case you find yourself in that situation again, ask their
name first.  There's a third one named J.P. if you're trying for the whole
set."

"You're triplets?"  Kip asked almost incredulously.

"Yep.  All three are identical.  The only way to can tell them apart is to
have sex with them," Chance added.  "I'll be happy to discuss the
difference with you over a blowjob or fuck sometime."

"Dude!  That's so wrong!"  Kyle complained.

"Oh shit, sorry.  I didn't mean to try and snag your date," he apologized
to Colin and I.

"God, not that.  I mean hello!  Boyfriend here!"  he said running his hands
down his chest as if to show off his worth.

"Like you'd care if I hooked up with him."

"Jesus, are you back on your stupid pills again?"

"I mean if we're going to spill the goods on the triplets, shouldn't you
invite me along too?"

"Oh right.  I figured that was obvious.  Sorry.  You can fuck him while he
blows me and then we can switch as we reveal the triplets secrets."

"Shouldn't I have something to say about it?" Kip grinned.

"NO!" We all said almost simultaneously.

"I like your house," Kip grinned as he looked around the island.  Paul was
nodding in agreement as our other house guest.

"Told you we wouldn't be home alone," Troy said as we turned our heads to
see him, Malcolm and Porter approaching.  They were all in their underwear
as well.  Must be getting into fall with some many clothes being worn
again.  Introductions were given, and it turned out that Kip already knew
Troy.

"Nice to see you again.  Troy, right?"  Kip asked with a slight grin.

"The one and only.  "Let me guess...you were `triple' confused this
morning?"

"At least double confused," I replied as we told him the story.  I looked
over at Malcom.  "And where were you ten minutes ago when the twins came
shrieking in here to get away from bath time?"

He just grinned.  "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Only if you don't have video instead."

"Funny you should mention that," Troy replied with a sheepish grin.

"Wait...seriously?  You videoed it?"

"We were in a mood.  `Shrooms kinda do that to you," he laughed.

"Well, we have our plans for the day.  It's movie night!  I'll make
popcorn," Kyle announced.

"I'm kinda feeling left out here," Chance complained.

"Of what?"  Kyle asked. "I'll share my popcorn."

"Seems our visitor here has screwed half the house already, while I'm still
a Kip virgin."  He said playfully pouting.

"Uh...I am too!"  Kyle reminded him.

Kip cleared his throat.  "Actually, you're not.  Sorry."

"What?"  Kyle said turning to stare at him.

"About three weeks ago...in the Cell'r.  You were kissing some guy and I
saw that no one was using your big dick so I backed onto it.  I mean you
probably didn't know it was me, you were pretty busy."

"Where was I?"  Chance asked.

"You were there too, but you already had three guys with you, so we never
got a chance to play."

Colin began laughing.  "And here I thought we picked up some nice innocent
boy at the club and brought him home for his first three-way."

"Yeah, sorry.  Guys see how young I look and assume I'm pretty much a
virgin.  I had my first three-way when I was 13."

"That sounds familiar," Ben mumbled.

"You too?" Kip asked.

"No, 14 for me.  I was referring to Blake."

"That kid from this morning?"

"That's the one.  He tried to get Paul and I to play with him this
morning."

"Us too," Chance smirked.  "We told him we were too tired."

Ben laughed.  "That's what we said."

"Well that explains his comment about all of us being on our periods.  I
think he tried with all of us," I revealed.  "At least he's consistent."

"I thought when he got a boyfriend he'd not be so needy," Chance commented.

"And how's that working out for you...with a boyfriend of your own, trying
to be `Kipped'."

"Hey, I like that!"  Kip grinned wildly.  "You've been `Kipped'.  I'm going
to use that."

"Sorry, it's patent pending.  I could sell it to you," Kyle offered.

"And the cost?"

"A night in bed with us so we can transfer ownership via direct deposit."

"Deal!"  He said finalizing their agreement with a fist bump.

"Damn.  This shit has got me so horny!"  Ben said as he listened.  "Come on
Paul.  Back to my room!  I'm going to Ben d'you over and finish what we
started."  He looked as us as he got off the chair and took Paul by the
hand.  "You're not the only ones who can have a catch phrase."

The two boys ran up the back stairs and disappeared.

"Guess they aren't hungover from last night, huh?"  Colin commented.  "I
feel like hitting the hot tub for a bit to try and recover.  Is there `Just
in' a `Chance' Kyle wants to be Kipped there?"

"I think you've pushed that joke as far as it's gonna go," I told Colin as
we laughed.

We had some food, conversation and much needed coffee before deciding what
was next.  In our house when someone new comes over, there's not a lot of
need for intense thinking.  "Kip, you up for an hot tub orgy?"  Colin
inquired.

"Like you need to ask," he grinned.  We all headed downstairs where we made
sure that everyone got `Kipped' at least once.  Or four times.  That boy
may be a power bottom, but he's not bad top either.  Not like we gave him
much of a choice in the matter.  I'm thinking I found another guy to
recruit into the `Q'.  By the time we were done, I almost needed to go back
to bed.  Colin offered to take him home and I was okay with that as I fell
asleep on the couch while he was away.

I woke up when he cuddled up next to me.  I grinned as I looked at him and
he kissed me.

"That was a fun night.  Did I win our bet?"

"You did.  I never thought it possible," he laughed.

"Told you I could do it.  Thank god we had the orgy when we woke up though
or I think I'd have to go to sex rehab."

"You know that it's not a place you go to have sex, right?  It's to get you
off sex addiction?"

"Oh.  Then not that then.  The reverse of that," I giggled as I cuddled
him.  We were having a relaxing day and even put shirts and underwear on
when Kurt and Patrick came over.  We were halfway through schooling them on
how to play pool when Blake returned home with Cory.  There goes the peace
and quiet.

"Justin, do you like birds?"  Blake asked as he and Cory came up to the
pool table.

"I guess, sure.  Why?"

`Cause I know what your favorite is," he said with a huge smile, so I knew
he was up to something, especially since Cory was already laughing.

"And that would be?"

"A `cock or two.' "  Both boys laughed hysterically at their own joke.

"Personally, I'd have thought Justin would have been more into the barn
swallow," Colin said giving them more ammunition for future jokes.

"Or the Southern Screamer, Patrick added.

"Nice one," Colin said high fiving him.

"Do you know why you can't lift an elephant with one hand?"  Cory asked.

"No idea," Kurt replied.

"Because elephants don't have hands," he laughed.  I think I groaned.

What are some other stupid animal names like the bird ones?"  Blake asked.

"Titmouse," Colin said quickly.

"Sperm whale," I added.

"The good old Canadian Beaver," Kurt said.  Shit, this was going to last a
while wasn't it?  See what happens when Blake joins in with us?  The
conversation goes right into the toilet.  I don't know where the boy gets
these things.  "Peacock, Cockroach, Blue Tit," Kurt said as he kept going.

"Someone has nothing better to do with his time," Patrick laughed.

"Me and Cory are gonna be outside if you need us," Blake announced
suddenly.  I guess he was over this conversation.  I'd managed not to say
Dik Dik as one of my contributions.

Kurt and Patrick had left after the game and the boys had gone over to the
other house to play with the kids until Jason drove Cory home, with Blake
tagging along.  When Blake returned, he went to the front door and opened
it and I saw him talking to someone.  I hadn't even heard the bell ring so
I went to see what he was up to.  He was talking to Conrad, Blake's
pimp...as I call him, who was sitting curled up against the house on the
step looking as if he'd been crying for hours.  He also looked like was
coated and ready to be deep fried as he was covered all over in sand.

"What's happening?"  I asked as I kneeled down beside him.  Neither boy
responded. "Blake?  What's going on?"

"His girlfriend dumped him.  Said he's a bully and she doesn't want him
around any more.  I think he's drunk."

Well, she's obviously the smart one in the relationship, but I didn't say
that out loud.  I leaned in a little closer to see if I could smell
anything, and there was no question he'd been drinking.  "Let's get him in
the house and get him some water."

We helped the 15 year old get to his feet so we could take him upstairs to
Blake's room, after brushing off as much loose sand as we could.  He was
conscious, but so drunk I don't really think he knew what was happening.
We took him into the bathroom and sat him on the toilet seat.

"Life is over," Conrad mumbled as he almost fell forward.  Blake caught him
and held him in place as he looked at me a bit out of his depth and scared.

"No, it just feels like that at the moment.  It'll get better.  Let's deal
with your condition first.  Are you drunk or stoned?"  I asked to be sure.

"Sad," he replied.  Fair enough.

"Can we let him stay here until he's undrunk Dad?  I don't think he should
go home like this."

"I agree, we need to sober him up," I agreed making sure that I let Blake
know the correct terminology, although `undrunk' was technically correct.
First things first.  Let's get him cleaned up.  Go get him a change of
clothes.  Grab something from my room as it'll fit him better."  Blake
rushed off as I held Conrad, while trying to use a wash cloth to wipe his
face.  He pretty much needed pressure washing he was so dirty.  I wondered
how long ago his girlfriend had dumped him.  In my mind it couldn't happen
to a better guy.

"Gonna be sick," he said suddenly and moved himself off the toilet onto the
floor.  I lifted the toilet seat and held him over it.  He began puking
violently and I was actually thankful that he had enough consciousness to
know he was going to be sick.  Nothing makes me wanna hurl more than seeing
someone else doing it.  I looked away while trying to support him.  Blake
ran back in and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Gross!"

"Just give him a minute.  Leave the clothes and how about getting him a big
glass of water.  He's gonna need it when he's done, but he'll feel a whole
lot better as a result of puking."

Blake didn't need to be asked twice as he dropped the clothes on the
counter, spun and raced off to the kitchen.  I held Conrad until he was
done and then flushed away the mess.  I wanted to reach for the air
freshener too, but this was good practice for the first time Blake came
home drunk, which at the rate he was maturing should be sometime next
month.  I figured I had at least three years, but I had thought that about
him and sex too.  We see how well that turned out.  Blake returned more
cautiously this time and waited outside the door looking in.

"Is he better yet?"  He asked.

"Probably.  Puking helped that's for sure.  Now he just needs some water
and a bit of sleep."  Blake entered and handed me the glass and I helped
Conrad take a few sips to rinse out his mouth.  He was going to need a lot
more than that to avoid a major hangover, but part of me figured he
probably deserved this, although if this was his first breakup, I could
understand how devastated he could be right now.  "Are you feeling a little
better now?"  I asked as I got down to look at him closer.  He just nodded
slightly.

"How about we clean you up and put you to bed to sleep it off.  I'll make
sure you get home before night time, okay?"

He nodded.

"He can sleep over," Blake offered.  "He's done it before, and tomorrow's a
P.D. day anyway."

"True, but his parents would be worried about him if he doesn't go home."

"He can just text.  That's all he normally does."  Blake moved closer to
Conrad and knelt down beside him.  "Want me to text your parents and ask if
you can stay over?"

He nodded and slowly reached for his phone in his pocket and handed it to
Blake who texted. `Mom, gonna stay @Blake's 2nite, K?'  He showed it to
Conrad who just pushed it away nodding slightly.  I doubt he could even
read it.  Blake sent it and waited for the reply which came shortly.

`Ok.  Mom.'

Blake read it out loud, grinning.  "Cool, so you can stay over.  What do we
do now, Dad?"

"Well, I think we should get him into clean clothes, so he doesn't get mud
and sand all over the place."

"He could take a shower," Blake suggested.

"Not a bad idea.  Conrad, do you want to take a shower and get cleaned up?
Can you stand up long enough to do that?"  I asked looking at him.  He
nodded as I put the toilet seat back down and we helped him sit back up.
He reached for the water and I helped as he took another couple of sips.
At least that was encouraging.  We assisted him get his shirt off, which
was almost caked to his body.  I'm gonna love to hear how he got in this
mess when he's back to sober.  Blake went for his pants, but we couldn't
get them off with him sitting down, so I helped him stand as Blake took
them off, leaving him in just his underwear, which Blake went to remove.

"Let's leave those on for now and you can help him change after we get the
mud off," I suggested.

"You want him to shower with underwear on?"  Blake asked as if I'd suddenly
lost my senses.

"Just for now so he doesn't feel uncomfortable showering with us."  I
realize the boy had been naked in the house several times and even had sex
with the girls, and with Blake, but when you're drunk your mind might not
process things as quickly.  I didn't want him freaking out like a
homophobic straight boy when the water started running over him.  Blake and
I stripped and I waited until the water was at the right temperature before
we helped him over to it.  It took a bit of effort to get him cleaned up,
but as the water ran over him, I think it helped a bit as he pretty much
stood by himself leaning partially against the wall.  We had shampooed the
mud out of his hair and off his arms and legs.  I was just washing his back
when Blake dropped to his knees and yanked Conrad's underwear to his ankles
leaving him naked.  He reached up and took the soap from me and washed
Conrad's penis and ass crack.  The older boy didn't react, so I figured he
was fine with it and didn't say anything.  Once he was clean we helped him
out of the shower and dried him off.  I suggested we get him dressed, but
by the time we got the clean underwear on him, he was already trying to
push us away and head for the bedroom, so we just guided him onto the bed
where he fell face down.  That would pretty much be it for Conrad for a few
hours.

"I'll go throw his clothes in the washing machine and get him some more
water," I told Blake.  "You stay here with him in case he needs to puke
again."

"Gross.  He better not do it in my bed, or we'll have to move," he replied.

"I'm sure he'll be okay now.  He just needs to sleep it off."  I gathered
up his clothes as well as Blake's and mine and dumped them all in the
washing machine before I returned to the bedroom.  I paused at the door and
rolled my eyes.  Blake had removed Conrad's underwear and had his legs
apart rimming his ass.  "Blake!"

He looked up.  "What?  I'm just trying to make him feel better."

"Well let him sleep.  Come over here," I said as I sat on the edge of the
bed.  He sat beside me.

"I know you like sex.  You've made that obvious.  But here's a hard and
fast rule and I don't need you arguing with me about it.  If someone is
drunk, stoned or otherwise passed out, you may NOT have sex with them,
unless you've talked about it ahead of time and are in agreement.  Is that
clear?"

"Sure.  Conrad wouldn't mind me doing stuff with him though.  He likes
cumming."

"From what you've told me about him, he only likes blowjobs and doing the
fucking.  Nothing else, right?"

"Right.  But it's still all sex, so he'd be fine with it."

"No, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't.  As much as he probably deserves to be
fucked hard for all the shit he does, you can't do it without his specific
permission to do it when he's sober, and only when he's sober.  Do you
understand the difference?"  I looked over at Conrad and believe me, I'd
love to fuck that tight little ass just to pay him back for the abuse he
threw at Blake, but how would that be good parenting?  Revenge, yes.  Good
parenting, no.

"Of course.  I'm not dumb.  So if I turn him over and he's got a boner, I
could give him a blowjob and then ride him, right?"

"No.  You'd need his permission for that.  If he was sober and said you
could fool around with him anytime, then fine.  But since I'm pretty sure
you never discussed it, don't try anything until he is back to himself."

"Okay.  So can I have sex with you when you're drunk or stoned."

"Sure," I grinned.

"Cool.  Want me to get you some vodka?"  He giggled.  "Oh, you can have sex
with me if I'm drunk or stoned too, okay?"

"Well, I better not see you getting drunk or stoned any time soon.  If
anyone saw that, you'd end up in foster care for sure."

"Nah, I already tried alcohol and it tastes terrible.  Same as smoking.
It's gross," he admitted.

"Good to hear.  I think you'd found the things you like and you should
stick with them."

"Sex, right?"

"I was thinking more like Scouts, wrestling, swimming, and karate.  All
things that are healthy and good for you."

"Yeah...How long should we let Conrad sleep.  Does it take long to get
undrunk?"

"To get sober," I corrected more directly this time.  "Just let him sleep.
He'll wake up when his body is ready.  Give him an aspirin and the glass of
water as soon as he does and it'll help minimize the headache."

"Should I ask him if he wants a blowjob then too?  That always helps me
sleep better."

"He probably won't be much in the mood, especially if he's never been drunk
before.  Leave that for another day, okay?"

"Okay.  You're a pretty cool Dad, Justin," he said leaning over and hugging
me.  I hugged him back for a minute until I felt his hand move towards my
penis.

"Nice try.  Just because we're naked doesn't mean we have to have sex."

"It doesn't mean we don't have to either," he reasoned.

I lifted his head and kissed him.  "You're cute and I love you, but save
the sex for the boyfriend and other horny teenagers.  I'm sure they'll all
want a piece of you."

"Isn't that the truth," he grinned as he turned to look at Conrad again.
"Should I stay in here with him?"

"That's up to you, but he's gonna be out for a while.  You might just want
to let him sleep it off.  You can hang out with him in the morning, I'm
sure."

"Yeah, cool.  Wanna go watch a movie or something?"

We agreed and actually put clothes before heading to the media room.  Blake
snuggled up against me, and was surprisingly well behaved.  We were joined
by Colin and Ben, and all went to bed early after I'd made sure to give
Blake Conrad's clean clothes.  I awoke in the middle of the night and gave
a quick check on the two boys.  Both were sleeping soundly on their own
side of the bed and I noticed the water was mostly gone as were the
aspirin.  I hoped that would help Conrad not have such a major hangover,
although I still felt conflicted about it.  Personally I'd love to abuse
the shit out of that boy like he did with Blake, but what kind of example
would I be setting?  I'd given Blake enough bad lessons so far.  It was
time to teach him more gooder.

In the morning the boys both came downstairs.  Conrad still looked rough,
but at least he was functional.  I made sure to give him water and ask if
he needed more aspirin.  He just shook his head and said he was fine.  He
thanked us for looking after him, which I thought seemed pretty polite.

"I have to ask, how did you get so dirty?"  I inquired.

"I went to the beach with a bottle from my Dad's stash and kinda fell in
the water, so I lay down and when I started to get cold, I climbed up the
hill, so I think that's probably how.  I was gonna go to my friends house,
but I couldn't remember how to get there.  I remembered Blake lived here,
so I came over.  I hope you're not mad or anything.  Did you tell my
parents?"

"No.  We only texted them from your phone to let them know you were
sleeping over, and so that they knew you were safe," I replied.  "I'm glad
you came here instead of just staying out on the street."  Which I was.  As
much as I may not like the guy, I'd never want anyone to be in trouble and
not ask for help.

"Thanks.  Oh, and thanks for cleaning my clothes too."

"Well, we couldn't very well let you go home in stuff that dirty," I
smiled.  "You guys want breakfast.  Bacon and eggs maybe?"  I teased
knowing that the last thing Conrad would want is anything greasy.

"Tons of bacon for me!"  Blake said excitedly as he bounced to the fridge
to get it.

"Uhh, could I just have toast or something, and maybe a coffee?"

"You drink coffee?"  I asked.

"No.  But you're supposed to drink it when you're hungover right?"

"Nope.  Just drink lots of water for now.  Flush the alcohol out.  Only
time will help you get over it.  Any liquid is good, but I'd avoid acidy
things like orange juice.  Water, coffee, tea, iced tea.  Things like
that."

"Okay, maybe some iced tea would be good," he said sitting at the island
and putting his head down.  Gotta love that morning after thing.  We all do
it, and we all swear it'll never happen again, until the next time it does.
I made him some toast and jam, while also making a bacon sandwich for
Blake.  The boys headed back upstairs after breakfast and I didn't see them
again until almost noon when they looked a lot better and raced for the
pool.  I didn't even bother to check on them and it wasn't long before
Conrad found me to say thanks again and headed home.

"You were right about stuff, Dad," Blake said as soon as Conrad had left.

"What stuff?"

"He didn't want a rimming or to be fucked.  He said he's not into that.
Good call."

"Thanks," I grinned as he ran off.  See, I know stuff about stuff.  But
I'll bet I could get that boy's legs open and his ass in the air with the
right incentive.  Not that I'll try, but I could, just in case you were
thinking I'd lost my touch.  I'm still working on Kelly at Uni.  I could
drop back to using the cars, or an orgy with some girls, but I want to see
if I can find something else to get him.  The celebrity movie star thing
had peaked his interest, but we hadn't quite gotten him there yet.

The next morning as we were all getting ready to head out Kyle's phone went
off.  "Fuck I hate phones calls from numbers that just ring once and hang
up!" he complained "especially when I don't even recognize their area
code."

"Those are total scams dude," Chance replied.  "They expect you to call
back and then you get put on hold or some message, and then later on you
get a whopping huge bill for a long distance call.  Just block them."

"I try, but they seem to keep coming from different numbers all the time."

"I just block the area code."

"How do you do that?"

I made a contact for `Spam' then just put the +1 and area code into the
phone number, then I blocked the Spam contact. Each time I get a new area
code that only rings once, I add it to the spam contact number.  Presto, no
more fake calls.  Here, take my phone and copy the area codes I have so
far."

We all decided that it was a great idea and added all Chances area codes to
our phones.  I just hope we don't get any real calls from these, and he did
say that it was pretty obvious when it was a scam because the phone only
rang once before they hung up.  This should save a shitload of calls.  I
better not block our three area codes from here though or I'll never get
call or texts again.

Kyle and I were on our way to University after dropping Blake at school and
we were just about there as Kyle screamed at me to watch out for a guy in a
hoodie who stumbled out of the woods and onto the street.  I swerved to
miss him and slammed on the brakes.  As I looked in the mirror I saw him
spin around and fall down.  Great I've killed someone.  It didn't even feel
like I'd hit him.  This was going to ruin my whole day, and probably the
guy I'd killed wasn't gonna be happy either.  I took a deep breath as I
tried to get my heart rate down and stop my hands from shaking.  If Kyle
hadn't shouted, he'd have been splattered all over the windshield and the
car had just been detailed.  Kurt & Colin would be seriously upset if I
dented the car or got blood all over it.  We pulled over quickly, and by
the time we ran back to see if the guy was alright, he was already
stumbling back into the woods.  I ran after the guy to make sure he was
alright.  Kyle was right behind me.

As we ran after the guy and called to him, he turned around and I stopped
dead in my tracks.  "Fuck off Justin!  Whadda you want now?  I already told
you you won.  I'll be dead soon and I won't be a bother to anyone."

"Damian?... What the hell?  Where have you been?"  I stopped dead in my
tracks as I barely recognized him.  He was a shell of the guy I knew last
year.

"As if you care.  Just fuck off and leave me alone.  I had to drop out of
school and I don't have any money since I lost the student loan, so I'm
living out here.  You won, pretty little rich boy.  I'm sorry I went up
against you.  We both know what happened that night, but I guess money
beats truth in our legal system.  Now leave me alone."  He smelled of
alcohol and dirty sweaty clothes.  It was a terrible look on him. It's
actually a terrible look on everyone.

"Come on Damian, you can do better than this.  Go get a job and start over.
You don't have to give up," I said feeling bad seeing him this way.  I
reached into my pocket and went to hand him some money.  "Here take this
and go get something eat and get cleaned up."

"You really are an asshole, you know that.  I don't want your money
anymore.  Just leave me to die," he said as he turned and walked further
into the woods.  I went to go after him, but Kyle just grabbed my arm.

"Let him go, Justin.  You didn't start this.  He deserves his own
misfortune until he's ready to accept what he did.  Then he'll be able to
be helped.  Right now he's probably just pissed off and bitter."

I was going to say something, but I left with Kyle, looking back to see
Damian disappear into the depth of the woods.  Did I do all this to him by
having sex with him?  Somehow it feels like it's all my fault.  I ran the
night we met over and over in my head, and still don't think I did anything
wrong, except maybe take him home after he got drunk.  I should have taken
him down to the Cell'r first before the drinks and then gotten drunk and
taken him home.  I should use this as the example to prove my point with
Blake about not doing a drunk or stoned person.  This shit really was gonna
fuck up my entire day.  I phoned Colin to tell him what had happened, and
after confirming that I didn't believe I'd actually hit him or anything, he
basically agreed with Kyle and suggested I just leave it alone.

Damian was messing with my mind again, and I had lots of other things to
think of like all these classes I had to go to.  Personally I think they're
using some psychology mind meld thing to get me to go so regularly.  I mean
why do we even need to attend?  Lectures are online, as are the
assignments.  Nate was my study partner, and we worked together on most
team things, so seriously, just put the year's work up for me to do and
let's get this done.  Although University does have some perks.  Mainly
that there were cute boys everywhere, by the thousands.  Plus you had
access to all the facilities like the gyms and pools, as well as the
library.  That's the place they keep books and you have to be quiet.  I
can't see the appeal of how they were ever popular.  The one thing I can
tell you is that they have wicked selection of CD's for music, and it's all
free.  You just borrow whatever you want, slide it into your computer and
record what you want into your iPhone.  Super simple.  Not as convenient as
iTunes, but a lot cheaper.  I'm sure people without money would love to
know about this service.  They should advertise it or tweet about it or
something.  I was checking out some tunes like Cher and Love Inc. from the
olden days, when I saw Kelly from the corner of my eye head into the
bathroom nearby.  I grinned and meandered over there.  Oh my god, do I have
to explain everything?  A meander is faster than a saunter, or a mosey,
just nowhere near as cool, and if I ever get to ambling, you do that
exclusively outdoors.  Maybe hanging out in the library is making me absorb
some of the smarts from the books around me.  If this keeps up I'll be
professor Justin and have those glasses you push down your nose to peer
over as you stare at people.  I think it's required when you're smart.

I entered the bathroom and went to stand right next to Kelly at the
urinals.  "Hey!"

"Hey," he replied back.  I'm sure he was thinking the same thing.  I could
have used any of the other urinals, but since he stood next to me the first
time, I was just returning the favour.

"Just figured I check out their music selection.  It seems pretty epic," I
said in the way of a conversation starter.

"Yeah, I found tons of cool stuff that my parents used to play.  Simon and
Garfunkel, John Fogerty.  Classics man.  Real clean sounds that made sense
to a generation."

All I heard was `Garfunkel'.  Sounds made up.  Like it was some sort of
household machine.  `Honey, do you know how to work the Garfunkel?'  I
think I saw it next to the floogelbinder and widget dispenser. "Yeah, I
gotta check some of it out", I said politely as I looked over at him.  "I
was going to tell you last time we were peeing that I thought you had a
really nice penis," I said bluntly.  Straight boys never know how to react
to that, so it's always fun to do.

"Uhhhh, thanks?"  he said swallowing nervously.

"How big are you when you're hard?"  I asked as I stared at it even more
obviously.

"Wha...?" he said looking around to make sure we were alone.

"I was just curious.  I'm guessing it's pretty big from the look of it," I
commented as I began to stroke myself so that he could see.  A few things
go through a straight boys head right about now, or so I've been told.
First is that they freak out about some guy hitting on them, and either
react by pushing you away or calling you a fag, or they freeze and try to
process it.  Kelly was a freezer.  The next thing they process is the fact
that you just complimented their manhood and said it looked big.  What guy
straight or gay doesn't want to hear that?  Where it goes after that is
anyone's guess.  Sometimes they let you watch as they gently stroke it to
get it hard to show off, other times they try to stuff it in their pants to
get it away from you now that you've freaked them out, and the final option
is that they let you take hold of it and pretend not to notice until you
make them cum.  I had no intention of making Kelly cum, as it would release
blood back to the brain, and no one wants a straight boy thinking,
especially right after you've just played with his penis.  That usually
goes bad fast.  "You should do some manscaping.  Hair hides too much of
your dick and you want chicks to be impressed, not repulsed.  Next time you
get horny, you should strip and let me see the rest of your body.  I'd be
happy to give you a blowjob."  I put my own dick away after making sure he
had a good view of it, and headed to the sink to wash my hands and left.
He was still standing at the urinal, and from the way he was staring at the
wall, he might be here a while.  What?  We're in a building of higher
education.  I just gave him a higher education.  In all fairness, I guessed
his dick was probably only average at about 6 inches, circumcised and maybe
a bit thicker than most, but no guy wants to hear that he doesn't have a
big dick.  Plus you never get a straight boy into bed if you insult what
he's packing.  Do that after you have sex and tell him he sucks at it.
That might work as he asks you how he can get better.  I still love the
really dumb straight boys who get all bent out of shape when you tell them
they're not your type and they spend the next while trying to prove they
are, only to realize when you give in that they'll probably have to have
sex with you.  It's a classic, but fairly consistent.  Guys think with our
penises 70% of the time anyway.  With gay guys it's more like 85%.  I
returned to my music hunt and signed out a half dozen CD's before rushing
to meet Nate for class.  I chose not to tell him about Kelly.  I'd send him
the pictures after my expedition to the summit of `mount Kelly' where I'd
planted my flag in him.

Somehow I just couldn't get Damian out of my head.  He may be a total
douche, but I don't know if I could let him end his life or live in the
woods.  It really felt like it was all my fault.  If he'd just been a
normal gay guy, we could have been awesome friends as I really liked him,
and he was cute too.  At least he was before he turned into a drunk
homeless person with a shitty attitude and bad hygiene.  I went to class
and tried to concentrate on what we were doing, but it was difficult.
Somehow my shrink training should be able to be used here.  Nate had to
nudge me a few times in our class as I let my mind wander away.

"What's wrong with you?"  He asked after we left and were heading for
lunch, so I told him.

"It's karma dude.  He screwed you, now he's being screwed back in return."

"That's kinda what Kyle and Colin said," I replied still thinking that this
was actually a three way screw.  I screwed him first, then he tried to
screw me, then the universe screwed him.  Again, it all started with me
first.  Both Kyle and Nate stuck close to me at lunch and kept the
conversation going with things like new TV shows which got them talking
about `Blurred Lines' and how popular it was becoming.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get noticed a few places I go.  It's worse when
Blake is with me as he hams it up for the fans.  And anytime I go out with
Jason or J.P., we can see people talking and pointing.  It feels so creepy.
I almost want to check to see if I have a booger or something.  I get a lot
of requests for autographs and pictures.  The gay guys try to have sex with
me, so sometimes you have to play to the fans," I smirked.  During the rest
of the classes I really couldn't focus, as I missed most of the lecture
completely.  I think the professor was talking about our midterm assignment
or something.  Once it was over and we headed out to the car, both Nate and
Kyle were there with me and I think they sensed something was up with me.

"Christ Justin, let it go.  He's a douche.  He got schooled and now he's
choosing not to deal with it.  Probably wants a giant pity party in his
honour," Nate said.

"I dunno.  A pity party doesn't really look like this.  This is way more
serious.  I think he's broken beyond repair, but can we really just let him
die as a result?  Is that the type of people we are?"  I asked looking at
both of them.  Almost pleading for them to understand that despite
everything that happened, Damian probably just needed help to get back to
being himself.  Well, a new non-douchie version of himself.

Kyle shook his head.  "I know that look.  Okay, we'll go find him.  But
you're not being left alone with him.  Last time he tried to take you down,
so you'll need witnesses.. and video evidence.  For all we know this is
just another one of his plans.  He makes it look like we hit him with the
car and then sues us for damages."

"I don't think so.  I think this is real.  I think he's totally at the
bottom and just needs help.  I agree that witnesses would be nice, but I've
got to go find him.  Even if it's just to make sure he's alright."

Nate sighed.  "Should have known.  You're just that guy, huh Justin.  You
help everyone regardless.  Fuck I wouldn't even have given him a second
thought.  Maybe you're in the right profession after all.  But if you do
this with all your patients throughout your career, you're gonna need
therapy yourself to handle all the emotions.  Remember what they said, you
should never get personally involved."

"Yeah, but those cases will be different.  I won't have slept with my
patients...at least not all of them," I grinned.  "Just one thing.  The way
he smelled, I don't really want him on the car or we'll never get that
smell out.  We should go home and get some clean clothes for him to change
into first."

"I have some in the car," Kyle replied.  "I always keep a change in case I
go out somewhere, you can have them if it'll help."

"Yeah, and I'll go as the muscle, to help as well," Nate said flexing his
arms.  I tried not to laugh as he had the same build as me and Kyle.
Hardly an MMA fighter.

"Okay, muscle, let's go find us a patient," I grinned.  I was almost
excited at the possibility of trying to save Damian.  A little nervous as I
wasn't exactly his favorite person and who knows what state of mind he'd be
in overall.  I hadn't thought about him in a very long time.  We jumped in
the car and drove to the area where I'd almost hit him and found a place to
park.  Kyle grabbed the bag out of the trunk that had the change of
clothes, as well as a bottle of water that he had in there, and we headed
into the woods.  I took the path that I remember him running along in hopes
that it would lead us to him.  Our first path came to a dead end at the
cliff, so we turned around and wandered down a few other trails.

"There!"  Nate called out as he pointed to a pile of branches and cardboard
several feet off the small path we were on.  We raced toward it and looked
for Damian.  He wasn't there but it was obvious that someone was living
here.  It may not have been Damian, but it was currently being used as
things hadn't been abandoned.  I have to admit the smell was terrible and
the old clothes strewn around should probably be burned or sent to a
haz-mat toxic disposal site somewhere.  We fanned out to see if we could
find him anywhere and Kyle was the one to call to us.

"Guys, over here," he said looking over the edge of the cliff.  We ran to
where he was and he pointed to where we saw a body about 20 feet down the
side of the hill.  My heart stopped.  Shit, we were too late.  He was dead.
I'd killed him...over money.  I felt like throwing up.

I bent down to get my breath and Kyle rubbed my back.  "The hills not that
steep.  I'll go down and find out if he's okay or if he's..."

"Dead?" I said trying not to hyperventilate as I sat down putting my head
between my legs.  "I knew I should have gone after him this morning.
"Shit, this is gonna be my fault again."

"Justin stay here.  Nate, come with me.  I may need your help."  Kyle
dropped his backpack as I tried to get my shit together, while the other
two headed down the hill.  Why can't I be more like them?  I shouldn't get
so emotional over things.  I should get a tougher skin.  Colin has it.  He
doesn't let things get to him.  He's a rock in situations like this, and it
appeared Kyle was similar.  How did I get to be the little fag in the
group?  I'm going to go to toughening up school during the summer.  Girls
have those finishing school, so maybe there's a school for gay guys to
finish us too.  Maybe a couple months in prison would work.  Just as a
visitor, not as like a real one where I became everyone's girlfriend.
Maybe I could join a biker gang or something.  All these thoughts were
going through my head as I watched Kyle and Nate heading quickly down the
hill to Damian.  Then I wondered if I could be charged with his murder
considering I might have motive.  I should head to a non-extradition
country, but somewhere warm and nice.  I hear the Dominican Republic is
lovely this time of year.  They got to Damian and Kyle felt his neck.
"He's alive!"  He yelled up to me, almost immediately sending a wave of
relief over me.  I stopped planning my trip to the Dominican, although I
hear it's lovely this time of year.  I stood up and raced down the hill to
join them as quickly as I could.

"I think he's just passed out.  Doesn't look like anything is broken," Nate
said as he felt Damian's legs and arms.  I wish my sense of smell were
broken.  I don't know why we had trouble finding him, you could probably
smell him from outer space.  We did our best to ignore it and struggled for
the next half hour to get him up to the top of the hill.  He may be alive,
but he was a dead weight trying to get him moved.  Once we finally managed
to get him to flat ground, away from the side of the cliff we all sat down
exhausted.

"Okay, so now what do we do?"  Kyle asked.  "Should we call 9-1-1?"

"I think we have to," I said.  "We just dragged his ass up a hill and he
hasn't stirred, and the last thing he said to me was that he wanted to die,
so he may have taken something.  We should take him out to the road so the
ambulance can find us quicker."  We agreed and Kyle made the call, and told
the ambulance people exactly where we would be, then the three of us
carried Damian back to the road.  It was only minutes for the ambulance to
arrive and we explained where we had found him.  The paramedics cut his
shirt off and felt for broken bones in his legs as they took his blood
pressure and checked his eyes.  We stood back to give them room to work.

"85 over 50," the paramedic said out loud.  "Dehydrated and shallow
breath."  She looked over to us.  "He'll be fine.  Looks like just low
blood sugar, probably caused a drop in blood pressure causing him to faint,
which may have had him fall down the hill.  We'll get some fluid into him
and take him to Vancouver General.  Is one of you related to him?"

"No.  We're... we just knew him from University."

"Do you know his name or where he lives?"

"His name is Damian Bolland.  I actually think he's been living in the
woods here," I responded.

"Does he have any family?"

"I don't know for sure," I answered.  I'd never thought about it really.  I
never asked.  What does that say about me?  I never found out anything
about him except that he had a 7" dick and could bottom...and that he used
to work at the Apple store.  Wait... "He used to work at the Apple store
downtown.  They may have next of kin information on him," I said quite
proud of myself for remembering that.

"Great, we'll look into it.  Thanks."  They loaded him up on the stretcher
and slid him into the ambulance with all the finesse of sliding a turkey
into the oven.  To them he was probably just another drugged out homeless
guy that they'd have to deal with for the next hour.  To me, he was someone
I'd destroyed.

Kyle came over and gave me a huge hug.  "You were right.  If we hadn't gone
looking for him, he would have died in those woods.  No way he could have
recovered from that on his own."

"But he wouldn't be in there in the first place if it hadn't been for me,"
I said sadly as I stood back.

"Oh that's such bullshit and you know it.  He made his play and lost.
Nothing to do with you.  You fucked him and he couldn't see it for what it
was.  A one night stand.  Boo hoo.  If everyone that got a quick fuck acted
like that, there'd be no one left.  This is on him.  Not on you.  Let it go
Justin, and let's go home and get cleaned up.  I'm never going to get this
smell off.  You coming Nate?"

"Nope.  Not even hard, thanks!"  he grinned.

"Funny!  Justin's rubbing off on you."

"Wouldn't be the first time," he grinned.

"Been there, done that," Kyle laughed as we got back in the car to head
home.  With just the short time we had been with Damian we all smelled like
we were the homeless ones.  We quickly ran upstairs to my bedroom so we
could get out of the clothes we were wearing and take a shower.  We all got
into together, as it's hardly a big deal anymore.  Nate may still be
straight, but he hangs out naked almost as much as we do.  Kyle took over
and washed both of our backs and made a point of really getting the
washcloth deep into Nate's ass.

"I don't think that needs that much attention," he laughed as he turned
around to face Kyle.

"Not yet anyway," Kyle grinned as he washed Nate's chest and then sank to
his knees in front of him, as he began to wash his cock and balls.  Nate
just shook his head.

"How do you guys ever get out of the shower?"

"Uh, duh!  Like all guys...we `cum' out of the shower," Kyle laughed as he
lifted Nate's flaccid cock and put it in his mouth.  Nate never flinched.

"You know, somehow I just figured I'd be getting head."

"Did you also figure you'd be getting kissed, fucked and spit roast too?
He said hopefully," I grinned as I laughed at Nate.

"I'm good with just blowjobs, and surprisingly I don't find it that bad
fucking a guy either," he admitted.

"Ooooo! Ooooo!  Me first," Kyle said as he sat back on his heels and
stroked his own cock while playing with Nate's hardening pole.  "No,
seriously.  You wanna fuck me?  I was just going to blow you, but we could
go have a hot three way right now?  I'd be into that."

"I'll pass for now.  But since you've got me a little horny, you can finish
the blowjob," he said looking down at Kyle."

"Yes SIR!"  Kyle grinned as he swallowed Nate's cock right down to the
root.  Nate grabbed Kyle's hair and in a rare show of domination held him
in place as he fucked him hard.

"Yeah, suck that cock!"  Nate grinned as he fucked him harder and harder.
I could see he was about to cum, which of course was making me hard.  Nate
unloaded and then pulled back before wiping his cock on the side of Kyle's
face.  "That's what a good fag is for, right boy?"

"Yep," Kyle grinned as he stood up and pushed his face under the shower.
"But you know you can't call me a fag unless you are one right.  That would
be like a hate thing."

"Oh god, sorry.  I didn't mean it that way.  I was just getting into it.  I
thought that's what I was supposed to do," he said blushing and apologizing
as if he'd just committed the worst crime possible.

"You're fine," I laughed.  "But the rules state that if you insult a gay
guy by calling him a fag, both insulted fags must fuck the insultee until
they are sure he's learned his lesson."

"I'm pretty sure that's not a rule," Nate grinned relaxing again.
"Although in this house I wouldn't be surprised at all."

"Good, `cause that's Justin rule number 84."  I seriously gotta write these
rules down or I'm going to forget them all.  By the time I'm 30 and a
senior citizen, I'm going to have forgotten them all, or have so many
rules, it'll look like rule-opedia.

"You know before I met you, I used to just hang out naked at my place, or
have friends hang out naked with me.  Fuck an occasional chick when I could
find one, or jerk off when I couldn't.  I thought two guys making out was
kinda gross and somewhat weird, but now I'm fine with it and I have to
admit there are days where I find it hot knowing that if I ever really need
sex, I can just ask you, and boom, I'm getting laid."

"And boom...are you asking?"  I grinned as I slapped my dick against his
thigh.

"I just got laid.  Didn't you see me cum in Kyle?"  He laughed.  "God, I
wouldn't have dreamed of doing stuff like this a year ago.  You're a bad
influence Justin."

"Not the first time he's heard that," Kyle laughed.

"Rude!  Both of you.  Don't worry Nate.  The day will come where you can't
wait for me to fuck you every day.  I show up at your house to pick you up
for University.  I find you on your bed with morning wood, so I climb in
with you, put your feet on my shoulders and pound your tight little hole
until you blast a load all over yourself."

"When he's not available, I can help with that too," Kyle laughed.

Nate just shook his head.  "Bad influence I tell you!  But I do have a
question that I was wondering about.  Do you guys like it when someone is
aggressive or dominant over you?  Do gay guys like that?"

"Some do.  Some are submissive, others dominant.  It's not like a
stereotype where all gays are little sissy boys waiting to be manhandled by
a big butch dude in leather.  I think we all like different things just
like straight boys like different things.  I find probably 90% of the
straight guys I've been with prefer to get fucked over being the ones doing
the fucking.  At first I thought it was super weird, but then one told me
that it's because for them it's a fantasy thing.  They can fuck girls, so
fucking isn't the attraction.  Being fucked and being submissive is the
fantasy," I explained.

Nate grinned.  "You're just saying that so you can get into my ass."

"You'd think so, but no, it's really the truth.  I wouldn't have believed
it myself if I hadn't been with so many straight boys that were the same
way," I said as Kyle nodded in agreement.

"Is it ever insulting to you guys if a straight boy wants to dominate you
and treat you like a little slut gay boy?"

"No, as long as it's all in fun.  Why you know some?"  I grinned as I moved
closer to him.

"Just curious.  I've always had this fantasy about you know where you like
grab a chick, force her on the bed, rip her clothes off and fuck her hard
before throwing her back outside naked.  Can't find any chicks like that
though," he laughed.

"So do it with a guy.  Lots of them will be into that," I suggested.
"Although make sure you talk about all the details in advance.  It doesn't
always go as well as you think it might," I said thinking about Lonny and
his fantasy that went a bit off the rails.

"The point is kinda to do it with a girl.  Not as much fun with a guy," he
countered.

"That depends on how you do it," I grinned as I grabbed Kyle by the hair.
"Like with this bitch.  Ever hear him whine when he's getting forcefully
fucked?"

"Ow, fuck off Justin!"  Kyle said quickly getting into what I was doing.
We both knew I wasn't hurting him.  "He was just kidding about a rape
fantasy thing."

"Maybe, but I think he should see what happens when you actually do it," I
said spitting on Kyle, as I dragged him out of the shower by his hair and
he acted like he was trying to refuse.  I half dragged him to the bedroom
and threw him on the bed where he tried to scramble away over the other
side.  I grabbed his leg and pulled him back, flattening him face down so I
could jump on him.  I spit on my cock and rubbed it against his hole as I
used my open palm to press his face into the bed forcefully.

"Get off me Justin.  Fuck off!!"  Kyle said as he went along with it.

"Shut up cunt.  I'm gonna fuck you so that Nate gets his fantasy.  I was
already half hard as Nate had followed us into the room to watch.  He
hadn't said anything, probably figuring we were just playing around, but we
were good at this and he should start to question it soon enough.  Kyle
tried to get out from under me, so I punched him between the shoulder
blades.  I actually hit him harder than I meant to and he stopped moving
for a second.  Then got back into it as I began rubbing my cock along his
ass crack.  "Normally, I'd use lube and get a nice fuck out of it, but I
don't want him to get away before I fuck him."  I spit into my hand and
rubbed it into his ass, then repeating the spit I coated my cock.

"I know you've been fucked before, but this should be a rude awakening boy.
Without lube is a whole new experience.  Probably rip that ass wide open
and you won't be able to use it for weeks."  Kyle tried to get away again
as I held him firmly in place.  Then he slammed his legs shut to try and
prevent me from getting in.  "Yeah, tighten that ass, you stupid bitch.
The tighter it is, the better it'll feel around my cock and the more you'll
scream in pain as I fuck you.  I used my own legs and forced his open and
then slammed my cock deep inside his ass.  Kyle screamed as I went the full
length without letting him get used to it.  Not like he needed to.  I knew
Kyle could handle me and anyone else that wanted to use him, but the scream
seemed so real, I almost believed it myself.  Nate certainly did.

"Shit.  I didn't mean it like this.  I meant it like a roleplay," Nate said
as he walked closer as if he were about to intervene.

"We are roleplaying.  You're the straight boy waiting his turn and I'm the
gay guy getting things started.  Kyle is the bitch we're raping.  Just
because he isn't into it, doesn't mean we can't still roleplay.  But
seriously, you gotta stop him screaming like that.  He'll have the whole
house running up here in a minute and we can't fuck all of them.  Shove
your cock down his throat."

"I don't think that's a good idea," Nate said standing there looking like
he was confused.

"Trust me.  Kyle loves it.  Sucking your cock will make him feel better and
he'll forget about the fuck he's getting.  Little slut like this loves
cock.  You just saw how he was gagging for it in the shower.  Get on the
bed and let him suck you off while I finish fucking him."

"You want his cock don't you," I asked Kyle as I grabbed his hair and
turned his face towards Nate.  Kyle nodded.  "Speak up boy!"  I said as I
slammed hard into him, flattening him deep into the bed.  He yelped.

"Yes," he replied.

"Yes, what boy?  Speak...the...fuck...up!" I said as I emphasized each word
by fucking him to it.

"Yes sir.  I want his cock to suck," he said quickly.

"See!  He's a slut.  Might as well have some fun with him."

"I dunno Justin.  This is more than I had in mind," Nate said hesitantly.
"Plus we're all friends. It's not right to do it like this."

"Dude, participate or we'll fuck you next.  Just think of this piece of
shit as if he were Damian.  Give him what he deserves.  Do what you really
want to do to someone like that," I suggested.

Nate looked at Kyle as if he could now see it being Damian we were raping.
He climbed on the bed and propped himself up in front of Kyle so his cock
was close to his face.  I yanked Kyle's head up and put his mouth against
Nate's cock.  "Suck it boy, or I'll get him hard and we'll both fuck you at
the same time."  Kyle refused to open his mouth, which almost brought a
smile to my face as he really knew how to get into this type stuff.  I
reached around and held his nose closed.  "Open up and suck his cock or
suffocate, boi."

Kyle held on for a few seconds and then opened his mouth.  I slammed his
head forward so he could take all of Nate.  The straight boy wasn't hard
yet, but I figure give Kyle a few seconds of tongue action on him and he'd
be good.  We spit roast Kyle for a bit as I smiled at Nate.  "See, rape
roleplay isn't so difficult.  Just need someone to rape."

"Are you hard yet, Nate?"  I asked as I looked at him.

"Yeah.  Kinda hard not to be when you're getting your dick sucked.  Even in
this situation."

"So why don't you come around here and fuck him.  You're not as big as me
and if you grab the lube, it'll make it easier on his ass."

"He's probably had enough," Nate said concerned.  If he only knew.  Kyle
not only hadn't had enough, but would be dying for the straight boy to fuck
him.

"Who cares if he had enough?  We haven't cum yet, and until we do, we use
this bitch like he was meant to be used.  If you're not going to fuck him,
I'm going to grab the big dildo and slam it in his hole and then drive my
dick in with it.  So you're doing him a favour if you just fuck him.
Unless you want to see me split him wide open and hear him scream all the
way downtown.  Just grab the dildo from the bottom drawer there," I said
pointing.  Nate looked at the drawer and for a nano second, I thought he
might actually do it.  But instead he pulled out of Kyle's mouth, grabbed
the lube off the night table and came around to where I was.  I smiled and
pulled out, still holding Kyle down with one hand, although he really
wasn't resisting as much as boy would who was really being raped.  I coated
Nate's cock making sure I stroked him a little more than necessary before
allowing him to get into position behind Kyle.  "Now, don't be a pussy, or
I'll use you like one.  Fuck him like a man.  Slam your dick in there and
pound the shit out of him until you cum.  I wanna see you sweating your
balls off.  Ignore him, as it's about your pleasure not whatever this bitch
is whining about," I said trying to sound forceful and sincere.  I just
hoped Kyle wouldn't start to laugh or anything.  I watched as Nate put his
cock against Kyle's ass and then looked at me to make sure I wasn't
kidding.  "Do it already.  Fuck him, so we can get on with our day.  He's a
fag.  This is what he does.  Fuck the bitch!"

I grinned to myself and hoped I hadn't unleashed a rapist as Nate slammed
inside Kyle and fucked the hell out of him like a man possessed.  I went
around and shoved my dick in Kyle's mouth.  "Yeah, taste your ass on my
cock boy.  Do a good job of cleaning it up. I don't feel like having
another shower." I grabbed his hair and acted like I was forcing myself
right down his throat, when in fact I was barely halfway.  I knew Kyle
could handle that without much difficulty.  Nate was beginning to sweat and
he had put his hands on Kyle's shoulder blades to get a better position.

"Yeah, that's the way to do it Nate.  Fuck him.  Way better than any pussy
you could have right? Next time you should go first and get the pleasure of
his tight hole."  Nate kept fucking and seemed to be getting into it.
About two minutes of pure hard pounding he called out that he was about to
cum.  "Yeah, fill him up.  Dump that load in this fag's cunt.  Show him
that you own his ass," I encouraged.  Nate came and cried out as he had his
fantasy orgasm.  Well, my version of his fantasy, anyway.  He pulled out
and sat back exhausted.

Kyle looked back and smiled.  "Is that all you guys got?  If I'm being
raped shouldn't this go on for hours and I get tied up or something?  Are
we going again?"

"Shut up!"  I laughed.  "You got Nate to fuck you.  What more do you want?
So what'd you think Nate?  Was that the rape fantasy you had in mind?"

"Not exactly.  It was more with a chick," he laughed.  "You guys really are
a super bad influence on me.  Before I met you Justin, I had never even
thought of having sex with a guy.  If I keep this up I might forget I'm
straight."

"And our work here will be done," I grinned.  "Come on admit it.  Having
sex with a guy just isn't that bad.  We fuck and then get on with our day.
If we're horny, we take care of it."

"Can't argue with that.  So I'm guessing we need another shower?"

"Just a quick rinse probably.  Next time we rape Kyle, we'll do it before
the shower."

"I'm free now!"  Kyle said as he lay flat on the bed and spread his arms
and legs wide.

"Not really rape if you're lying there begging for it," I laughed.

"You guys are so not fun!" Kyle said as he bounced off the bed and we
headed for the shower, where we quickly rinsed off, dried and dressed in
clean clothes.  I loaned Nate some of mine.

"I can give you a ride home if you like Nate," I offered.  "I'm going to
stop by the hospital and see Damian."

"WHAT?"  Both Nate and Kyle said at the same time.

"Why?  He's an asshole.  You did your good deed for the day and saved his
life.  Don't get involved with that prick again."

"He's still a person.  I just want to make sure he's okay.  I won't get
involved with him.  I just want to go check on him," I said almost feeling
like I needed to be defensive.

"Should I prepare a room for him to move into?"  Kyle asked sarcastically.

"I'm just checking on him."

Kyle was just about to say something else when the door bell went.  We
headed downstairs to answer it and found Sam standing there.  "Colin sent
me over to see you.  I understand you had an incident with our friend
Damian."

"Yeah," I replied inviting him in.  We sat down and I explained the story
to him.

"Do you have the dash cam footage that we could take a look at?"  Sam
asked.

"I'll grab it for you," Kyle offered as he raced out to get it.

While he was gone, Sam just kept asking questions.  "So the only time he
saw you was when you allegedly hit him with the car?  He wasn't conscious
at all when you found him in the woods?"

"Correct," I confirmed.

"Did you give the paramedics your names or anything when they picked him
up?"

"No.  We only said we knew him from University."

"Okay, good.  The only issue we might have is if the dash cam shows that
you actually hit him, or the fact that you offered him money right away
afterward.  That may be seen as an offer of compensation.  Of course we
don't have to admit to the dash cam video.  That would be up to the police
to request if charges were brought against you.  By then it could have been
easily overwritten.  With his past situation with you, I doubt we'd have
any trouble winning again."

"Justin wants to go to the hospital to check on him and see how he's
doing," Nate told Sam.  Narc.

"I don't recommend that.  It would link you to going back to find him,
which could be seen as an admission of guilt from the incident with the
car.  I highly recommend you stay away from it Justin.  If he charges you
with hitting him, it'll be easier to deal with if you've had no additional
contact."

"Is that the right thing to do though?  He's still a person.  I want to
know he's okay."

"I'll have someone look into it and I can also arrange to anonymously make
sure he's getting any additional care he may need that isn't covered. But
you need to stay as far away from this as possible."

Kyle ran in and handed Sam the dash cam memory card which we slipped into
the laptop to review.  Sam studied it carefully and watched it twice.

"No, you're fine here.  It clearly shows he came out of nowhere, you were
paying attention and swerved to avoid him.  I would say that he probably
fell from his current medical condition and not from the car. It clearly
shows you did not actually hit him."

"That's good.  So I could visit him now right?"

"No.  I recommend you stay far away from it Justin.  You never know what
some personal injury lawyer might try to drum up to get money out of you.
Perhaps after he's released from hospital and some time has passed you can
talk to him, but for now, I suggest we get him some help.  I'll mention to
the doctors that he was suicidal and we can get him into rehab that might
get him back on his feet.  I'll hire another attorney to do this so that my
name isn't associated with it as it might be too easy to trace it back to
you and Colin.  He might remember my name from the previous case he brought
against you.  Would that help ease your conscious a bit?"

"Yeah, sure.  As long as he gets some help."

"I'll take care of it.  Leave it to me.  Keep that dash cam footage safe
somewhere in case we need it."

"Thanks Sam. As always," I said as I walked him to the door.

"That's what I'm here for."

"So you guys have a lawyer that just shows up when you need him?"  Nate
said as soon as Sam left.

"Yeah.  Colin has him on retainer.  I'm not sure what that is exactly, but
I know that whenever we need him, he's here in an instant."

"Cool.  Sounds like he knows what he's doing."

"So far he's been amazing," I admitted thinking what my life might have
been like without him.  "I guess we should get you home, huh?"  Kyle tagged
along with us.  I have a feeling he came to make sure I didn't detour over
to the hospital to see Damian.  When Colin got home I told him about the
conversation with Sam and he seemed relieved and agreed with the decisions
we'd made.  We then sat and talked about his day which seemed to have gone
well as they'd signed two new projects to his start up club.  I think he
seemed way more relaxed and excited by this venture than he had been with
his real estate stuff.  I couldn't wait to get into the offices once I was
a fully licensed psychologist.  I'd be spending a lot of time getting to
know everyone.  Hopefully in the massage room.  I think it might be
unethical to sleep with my patients but we haven't covered that in class
yet, so I'm still okay to think about them sexually at this point.

At the start of the next weekend after school, the front door opened and
some guy we'd never seen before entered, followed immediately by Blake.
The new guy then closed the door behind them.

"Hi Dads!" Blake yelled as he dropped his backpack and strolled into the
kitchen and sat at the island, turning his attention to his guest.  "I need
an orange juice.  The glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the sink,"
he told the boy.

Colin and I watched as the boy got a glass and poured orange juice for
Blake and gave it to him.  Then he stood to the side waiting.  When he
wiped Blake's mouth, curiosity got the better of Colin and I, and we went
to find out what he was up to now.

"So who's your new friend?"  Colin asked.

"Oh, he's not my friend.  He's my personal assistant for the day.  I bought
him," Blake replied as casually as if he'd told us he had a new pen.

"You bought him?" Colin asked.

"Yeah It was a fund raiser at school.  Guys put themselves up for auction
to be your personal assistant for 24 hours.  That's why they did it on a
Friday, so we can use them on the weekend."

"Oh, that makes more sense," I admitted breathing a sigh of relief.  I half
expected to say he'd ordered him online, or was using his raise in
allowance for it.  "And does your assistant have a name?"

"Go ahead.  You can tell him your name," Blake replied before the boy had a
chance to respond.

"Tanner, sir," he said politely.

"Nice.  That's my middle name," Colin told him.

"Your middle name is Tanner?"  Blake asked.  "Did you ever tell me that?"

"Probably, but knowing you, you weren't listening," Colin remarked with a
grin.  "What's Justin's middle name?"

"Egbert," Blake giggled.  "Harveybonerton?  Dick?  Princess?"  Tanner was
trying hard not to laugh.  "Umm, wait, I know this.  Kyle's is Parker.
Chance is Preston.  Cory is Shawn, so yours is Ethel!"  he giggled as he
almost fell of his chair.  "Just kidding.  It's Chad."

"Very good.  And your Uncle Jason is Colby and Alex is Frank, after his
Dad."

"Yeah, well what's mine?"  Blake challenged.

"Annoyance," I teased.

"Ha ha.  Funny.  Come on Dad!  What's my middle name?"

"Nicholas," I said to him as I patted him on the back.  "As if I wouldn't
know your name."

"Okay, what about Troy?"

"Troy's middle name used to be Adam, but when he became our brother, he
changed it to Walker, which used to be his last name," I told Blake giving
him the abbreviated version of his history.

"Oh, like my last name used to be Jones, but now it's Worthington-Masters?"

"Exactly."

"Cool.  What's your middle name Tanner?"

"Don't have one.  My parents said I only needed one name."

Blake just nodded then looked at us.  "Tanner is staying over tonight in
case I need anything."

"Do your parents know where you are Tanner?"  Colin asked.

"Yes sir.  They knew about the auction and I texted them where I'll be."
He pulled out his phone and showed us the text to his parents, which
confirmed it.

"So what are the rules for a personal assistant," I asked Tanner.  "What
did you get yourself into?  Sorry you got Blake."

"Rude Dad!"  Blake said as Tanner responded.

"We just help with day to day things that someone needs," he said vaguely.
"but it's only supposed to be for the person who bid on us."

"Yeah, like he opens doors for me, makes me meals.  Does my laundry and my
chores.  When we go swimming, he has to undress me and things like that."

"Oh, I didn't bring a swimsuit," Tanner replied.

"That's okay.  We're skinny dipping so you don't need one," Blake replied.

"Skinny dipping? Like naked?"

"Yeah, of course.  Everyone does when they come over."

I looked at Tanner who looked positively petrified.  "You can always borrow
a pair of Blake's swim shorts if you want to Tanner.  No one is forced to
skinny dip, right Blake?"  I said sending him a warning.

"Right, but it's way more fun.  You're gonna want to try it."

"Blake, can I talk to you for a minute?"  I said inviting him to move
somewhere a little more private.

"Sure.  Tanner, you can put my glass in the dishwasher," he said as he got
off the stool and followed me.

"I'm not sure what you have in mind, but he's a personal assistant on a
school fundraiser, not a sex slave, right?"

"Right.  I know that Dad, but if he wants to have sex, it's kinda rude to
say no."

"Oh, I think it'd be fine to say no in this case.  Maybe keep the whole
thing PG so he doesn't go back to the school and report that you abused him
as your assistant.  Play nice.  Things like have him put in a video game,
do your dishes, or even clean your room...especially clean your room.
Those would be fine.  Wiping your ass and taking your clothes off would be
over the line."

"Gross Dad!  I wouldn't let him wipe my ass, but he's fine being naked.
He's just saying that around you guys because you're parents.  We've
already talked about stuff like that.  He's even agreed to sleep in my bed
in case I need anything."

"In underwear, right?"

"He'll probably sleep naked.  I bought him `cause he's cute and I want to
see his penis."

"If he says no to ANYTHING, it's a no.  We'll be watching to make sure.
Got it?"

"Yeah.  I got it.  It's kinda not fair though.  Dad gets to play with his
personal assistant.  I thought that's what they were for," he grinned as if
he'd caught us being `hypercritical'.

"Maybe adult ones where it's consensual, but not school ones.  And how do
you know what Colin does with his assistant?"

Blake just shrugged.  "I saw them when I went to visit.  Dad was having sex
with Adrian on his desk, but don't worry they didn't let me join in or
anything, and they stopped when I went and sat in Dad's big office chair.
"I should get back to Tanner now," he said and I nodded.

Blake and Tanner ran to the back yard and played around on the trampoline
and then moved to basketball afterward.  So far it looked innocent enough,
but if there's one thing I've learned about Blake is to watch him closely.
One small opening and he's in there to test the rules.

"Geez, I'm the only one who doesn't have an assistant," I grinned at Colin.
"You should share Adrian with me."

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind being your assistant as well," Colin offered.

"How old is he now?"

"19"

"Is he a top or a bottom?"

"Started out as a top, but lately he's been a total bottom," Colin said
without hesitation.  "In fact he's becoming quite the power bottom and can
suck the cum out like he was depressurizing an airplane cabin."

"Sounds painful," I joked.

"Let me guess, you wanna fuck him, don't you?"

"Is that rhetorical?" I grinned.  "I think he should be your naked
assistant if he's gonna hang around here."

"So, you want him as a houseboy?"

"Only if that's an option," I teased as I hugged Colin and gave him a kiss
as I squeezed his ass.  "He could wake us up in the morning with blowjobs.
Wash us in the shower as we took turns fucking him.  You know, regular
assistant type stuff."

"I hope this isn't the same conversation you just had with Blake," he
laughed as he kissed me back and pushed his hand into the back of my pants.
"Are you sure you can fit Adrian in with all your other boys?"

"I can make time.  See, now there's the irony of it all.  If I had an
assistant, he could schedule time for me to fuck him, but since I don't, I
have no idea when I'd squeeze myself into him."

"Don't you mean squeeze him in?"

"Hey!  You do your assistant your way.  I'll do him mine!"

"You're incorrigible," he said.

"And horny.  Don't forget horny.  And versatile!"  I quickly Googled
`incorrigible'.  Yeah, I'm that!

"I've gotta run and get groceries.  You wanna join me?" he announced.

"I would love to but I think I should stay here and make sure Blake doesn't
abuse his assistant."

"Probably a good idea.  I'll won't be long, but if we don't get some food
we'll hear nothing but complaining."

I laughed knowing just how true that was.  It would be me doing the
complaining as I always forget to get food when I'm out.  I watched him
leave and was immediately wondering if he'd bring Adrian back with him so
we could power bottom the hell out of him together.  I hate all this
downtime between sex.  How do people function if they aren't getting laid?
I pulled out my phone texted Colton next door.

`Wat u up 2'

`bangin w Stone' came the reply, followed quickly with `*hangin.  Lol.'

`r u at ur place?'

`yeh'

`wanna come over'

`on our way'

See, it's just that easy to get laid when you're gay.  Let's see straight
boys do that.  How do they survive?  I bet I didn't even count to 10 before
they were running in the back door.

"Are we over to watch Blake attempt to have sex with Tanner?"  Colton asked
grinning.

"You know Tanner, huh?  Blake bought him to play with for a day, but I
warned him that sex was off the table as it might not be appreciated," I
replied.

"Yeah, we were at the auction too," Stone remarked.  "At the rate Blake was
bidding, I thought he'd have ended up with half of the guys.  He outbid a
lot of people to get Tanner. "

"Sounds like Blake.  No wonder he needed a raise in his allowance."

"Didn't he already get 50 bucks a week?"  Colton asked.  "Shit, I don't
even get that much.  Did he get a raise?"

"Yeah.  To 250 a week now."

"Fuck.  I'm moving in here," Stone said shaking his head.

"The deal is that he has to buy all his own clothes with that," I said
trying to make it sound less obnoxious.

"Still a lot," Stone remarked.

"I dunno dude.  I only get 25 bucks a week, but I'm allowed to buy food and
clothes on the credit card, so I probably spend pretty close to that, if
maybe not a little more," Colton told him.

"I know.  I've seen your room.  If you ever need stuff Justin, just go
shopping with him and tell him that he looks good in something you like and
wait for him to buy it.  Once he's worn it a couple of times, he'll let you
have it as he's done with it.  I have a whole closet full of new clothes
now."

Colton grinned.  "And you look so cute in my clothes, but you look even
cuter when you're not in any."  Stone just shrugged and blushed slightly.
"It's fun at school when we swap clothes to see if anyone notices."

"Yeah, they notice," Stone remarked. "Especially the time Colton took off
his pants and we swapped right at the lockers.  I think the girls thought
it was funny to see us in our underwear."

"What?  Our outfits looked better with the different pants.  They should be
thankful we didn't swap underwear too."

Blake and his assistant ran into the kitchen to get something to drink.
"Hey Stone, Colton!  This is Tanner.  We're going swimming.  You guys wanna
join us or are you gonna have sex first?"

"How is that a real question?"  Colton asked.  "You know sex is ALWAYS
first.  We've seen you around school, right?"  He said looking at Tanner.

"Right.  I've seen you guys around too," Tanner remarked.

"Oh, just in case you're wondering.  Tanner is my personal assistant for
the day.  He's not over to have sex or anything.  I'm not allowed to use
him for that."

"That's too bad.  I thought we were about to have an orgy.  You're in grade
9 huh?"  Stone smirked as he looked Tanner up and down.  Tanner nodded.

"Can I join in with you guys?"  Blake asked.  "I haven't busted one out
since this morning, so I'm pretty horny.  My assistant can get the lube for
us."

"Blake!  You're keeping it PG, right?" I warned.  He just grinned and
shrugged.

"You and Brody still going strong?"  Stone asked.

"Yep.  He's still my boyfriend.  I invited him to sleepover tonight but he
didn't think it was a good idea with Tanner being here."

"He'd be right about that," I agreed.

"Parents, they're so stuck up sometimes.  You'd be okay watching an orgy
right?"

"Uhhh..."  Tanner replied.  "Probably not.  I mean I don't care if guys
have sex with each other, I just wouldn't want to join in or anything."

Stone looked at him.  "I can see that.  Hardly the best way to lose your
virginity.  It's best one on one to start.  Get a blowjob first.  Find out
what it's like before you move on to fucking.  Not everyone can jump right
into group sex, especially straight boys as they don't have very big
penises, so they don't last long."

"Okay, guys.  Let's try not to scare Blake's assistant away.  I'm sure sex
talk wasn't what he signed up for as a personal assistant."

"Sex talk is cool. I don't care," Tanner smiled.  "Plus I'm not a virgin.
I'm just not into jumping into bed with someone on the first date."

I almost commented that he never denied having a small penis, but I'm doing
the good parenting thing right now, so I have to be the voice of reason
that I've become known for around here.

"All virgins say that.  Yeah, he's definitely a straight boy," Colton
teased.  "Should we leave and come back in five minutes for a second date?"

Tanner shook his head and grinned.  "Pass, thanks."

"I'm surprised you didn't buy assistants," I said to the guys since they
were in the same school.

"Oh, we did.  We bought a new kid at school named Joey.  We think he's a
gay kid who either hasn't figured it out yet or has just hasn't come out,
so we're gonna help."

I had to laugh.  "So you bought him as a personal assistant to find out if
he's gay?  Sounds like the `personal' part could be a lot of fun."

"We hope so," Stone smirked.  "He's 14 and as cute as fuck.

"Guess who bought me Dad?"  Blake said interjecting himself.

Uhhh, I didn't know you were up for auction.  I hope they kept the
receipt."

"Funny.  Ha. Ha.  Darren bought me."

"Darren?"

"Yeah, Darren, my ex," Colton revealed.  "Stone and I were bidding on Blake
and when Darren saw, he bid against us and eventually won."

"Well try not to drive him insane.  We don't need him to sue us for therapy
sessions.  When are you going to be his assistant?"  I asked.

"Tomorrow after Tanner goes home," Blake replied.

"Same rules, right?  You keep it PG," I warned.

"Dad!  He's a gay guy.  I already told him that I'd be okay with naked
stuff, so I think he got the message.  He's really cute too, so it should
be fun.  So anyway, I won't be home tomorrow night.  I'll be at Darren's.
Just in case you're looking for me."

"Thanks for the heads up," I smiled as Blake and Tanner headed down to the
pool.

"Tanner is cute, huh?"  Stone said as we watched them leave.

"Yeah.  I think I see why Blake bid on him."

Stone laughed.  "I think Blake bid on him for a lot more than looks.  What
I know about Tanner is he's a pretty popular kid at school, and straight.
I think Blake also wanted to win the bid to become friends with him.  You
know, cool by association."

"I can see that.  Blake already figures he's the coolest one in any room."

"He usually is, but he's now one of the new kids on the secondary school
side, so while he was the king of the elementary side, he almost has to
start over.  He did stray over to the secondary side a lot last year, so I
think most figure he's older than he really is."

"I think he'll do alright.  Do me a favour?  Keep an eye on him.  He has a
tendency not to think like a 13 year old, and could get in over his head
with the older boys."

"No question about that.  He was like that at camp too.  At school, while
all the other 8th graders are quietly trying to blend in, Blake is already
talking to seniors, and guys that most wouldn't dare approach.  I admire
how much confidence he has."

"Yeah, he's not lacking in confidence, that's for sure.  Sometimes a filter
would be nice."

"There's no filter big enough," he laughed, "Hell, I'd want to fuck Tanner,
straight or not."

"You haven't even fucked me yet, and I'm way easier to get than Tanner," I
smirked.

"Can I?  I didn't think you wanted me to.  I mean you're married and Blake
is your kid and stuff."

"How is that relevant?  Do you like getting fucked as well?"

"Sometimes.  Mostly I'm the top though.  Guys see my dick and start to
drool.  Colton likes it both ways, so I think that's why we're good
together."

"Why are we good together?"  Colton asked as he walked back over to us
after having been looking out the window.

"`Cause we're both versatile."

"True.  Plus we like similar things and people think we're cute together.
Mostly they think I'm the cutest though," he joked.

"I'd agree with that," Stone said as they kissed.  I thought they were
adorable together.  But Stone won slightly...by an inch and a half.  Not
that I measure cuteness by penis length.  But it sure helps a lot when
deciding ties.

"So what's next?"  Colton asked.

"Sex?"  Stone replied with a question.  "I think the three of us should go
and have some fun together."

"Finally," Colton grinned.  "Can we go in the foam room?  I love it in
there."

"Yeah, me too," I agreed as we headed downstairs.

"Are you coming swimming?"  Blake asked as soon as he saw us.

"Not right now," I answered.  Tanner was sitting on the side of the pool in
his underwear and Blake got out of the water completely naked, as expected.

"Where are you going?"  He asked.

"Mind your own business.  You just look after your assistant," I grinned as
we all stripped and headed into the foam room.  Tanner's face was priceless
as he had no idea where to look as we undressed.  He was listening to the
conversation, and then realized it probably looked like he was watching us
so he looked elsewhere.

I turned on the bubbles and filled the foam room only half full as I wanted
to see what we were doing, but still have the fun of the bubbles.  We got
right into playing with each other as if we'd done it a thousand times
before.  Of course I'd had sex with Colton a lot, but never with Stone.  My
ass was already throbbing in anticipation of his big dick, but I didn't
want to look over eager so we started slow.  First by playing with the
bubbles and acting like kids with them as they gurgled out of the wall
vent, then by kissing and stroking each other until we were hard.  I bent
over first and Colton took hold of Stone's cock and guided him onto me.

Finally!  "Oh god that feels good!" I exclaimed as Stone pushed his way in.
"Oh fuck yeah.  Give me that big cock." Colton stood next to me so I leaned
over and began sucking on his nipples.  He moaned and ran his fingers
through my hair.  I kept up the running commentary the best I could as
Stone fucked my ass.  "Oh yeah, get in deep.  Make me feel it!"

"I'm in all the way," he exclaimed.

"Oh, I thought it was bigger.  Sorry," I teased looking up at Colton with a
grin.

"Burn!"  Colton replied.  "Fuck him stupid and let him see how big it
really is, Stone."  He took a firm hold of my hips and began to pound me
using every inch of the monster.  If there had been any Japanese people
inside my ass, they would have run for the hills screaming.  That's a
Godzilla `monster' reference in case you didn't catch it.

I held Colton's erection and sucked his nipples as I was finally getting
fucked by Stone.  I could cross him off my bucket list.  I was already
planning the next session in my head.  All of our heads turned as the door
opened and Blake entered.  "I figured this is what you'd be doing."

"You figured that, huh?  As if it was a big secret or something?"  I joked
as I stayed bent over the counter while Stone impaled me.

Blake walked over and without waiting dropped to his knees on front of me
and began sucking on my dick, which was painfully hard as a result of Stone
being inside me.  I felt his hand come between our legs, no doubt to check
if Stone was really inside me or not, and probably to play with his balls.
Colton went behind Stone and fucked him so that we were all participating.
I was actually impressed at how good a job Blake was doing of giving head.
He was deep throating me almost all the way as he played with our balls.  I
had no idea he was this accomplished.  I made a point of reaching down and
rubbing his hair to let him know I was enjoying it, which seemed to
encourage him to want even more.  He got off his knees and turned around to
push himself in front of me, causing me to stand up slightly.  He took hold
of my dick and backed onto it before resting his head on the counter.  He
wasted no time going fully onto me to make sure I fucked him properly.  I
rubbed his smooth back and ran my fingers through his hair which I am
pretty sure made him purr like a kitten.

"Fuck this is hot!"  Stone remarked.  "I'm not gonna last much longer.  Are
we all just gonna cum in each other?"

"Definitely!"  Blake remarked before anyone else could reply.

"Good, `cause I'm about to blow," he announced as I felt his hands grip my
hips more firmly as he appeared to shoot his load into me.  Colton was next
to go with a loud grunt, followed by Blake who complained that he hadn't
wanted to cum yet as he wanted to fuck someone.  I shot into Blake and we
slowly slid out of each other.  DNA swap complete.  Blake went and kissed
Stone, while Colton kissed me.  It took less than five minutes before Stone
was hard again and Blake insisted he be the recipient of it.  Colton and I
stood side by side with our arms around each other as we watched his
boyfriend slide his massive cock into my son's small round ass.  Talk about
a David and Goliath matchup, and while Blake's face showed just how big
Stone's cock must have felt, to his credit he took all of it.  I gotta get
one of those bumper stickers for my car.  `Proud parent of a power bottom.'

Colton stroked his cock as we watched, and once he was hard, we began to
kiss, fusing our mouths together as our tongues explored each other.
Colton suddenly broke away and stepped up to shoot his load all over
Blake's ass while Stone was still fucking him.  "Epic!"  Stone remarked as
he grabbed Blake's ass and fucked him harder before stopping and shaking
slightly.  "Damn that was so fucking lit!"  He pulled out of Blake who
quickly spun around, dropped to his knees and began sucking Colton off as
he reached up and played with Stone's spent penis.  I knew Blake was good
at sex, but at 13 he must be in some sort of master class by himself.
Shit, I can't imagine what he's gonna be like when he's the 16 year old in
the room.  I'd resigned myself to the fact that he was never going to be
the little boy we knew before and that he was as mature as any adult on
most things, especially sexually.  I don't know if that's good or bad, but
at least he didn't have hang-ups about it.  I began kissing Stone and when
he kissed me back hard, I grabbed his head and we went at each other like
we were wrestling.  We broke away from Blake and Colton and I moved Stone
towards the wall where I slammed him against it and grabbed his hair.  I'm
sure our tongues were right down each other's throats and I reached for his
cock which was getting hard again.  He reached for mine and I think we
kissed non-stop for another five minutes before coming up for air.

"Holy shit you're a good kisser," Stone commented as he panted for air.

"Ditto!"  I replied as I spun him around and fucked him up against the
wall.

"You wanna fuck me now?"  Blake asked Colton with a giant grin as he stood
up.

"I think I'm done for right now dude, but I get first dibs next time."

"Cool.  You gotta come over when Brody is here.  We can all have a
sleepover in the treehouse."

"No idea why they call it a sleepover, when no one actually sleeps," Stone
remarked as he fist bumped Colton who had come over to watch me impale his
boyfriend.

"Blake, you should get cleaned up and go back to your assistant.  He's
gonna wonder where you went," I told him as I slammed Stone hard and came
inside him.

"Oh, he knows.  I told him I was coming to check on you guys.  Are you
gonna come swimming?"

"We should get going, but call us next time you're free," Colton replied.

"Cool.  I better go find something for my assistant to do," Blake said as
we rinsed off under the showers while the bubbles were washed away.  We all
dried off out on the pool deck making sure that Tanner saw that we were all
comfortable without clothes.  I'm not sure he got the message as he kept
trying to avoid looking at us.

After Colton and Stone dressed, I walked them to the patio door and watched
them leave before jumping in the hot tub.  Finally!  I'd gotten Stone into
my ass.  I haven't completely lost my touch.  Although I gotta admit
watching him fuck Blake was insanely hot.  That big pole going into such a
small ass.  You'd never believe that was possible.  Like when women have
babies.  I always think of trying to poop out a football.  As I sat
soaking, dreaming about the next time I'd get to ride on Stone's cock,
Tanner and Blake wandered over to snap me back to reality.

You go ahead and hit the hot tub.  I gotta run to the bathroom," Blake told
him.  Tanner looked at him and then at me.

"Might as well get in," I told Tanner.  If he's going up to use the
bathroom, it means he's gonna be a while.  He hates using the one down here
for more than just taking a leak."  Tanner sat down and dangled his feet in
to get used to it before sliding into the warm water slowly.  "I hope
Blake's not wearing you out or anything.  If he gets out of control, just
tell him to calm down, or let me know.  He can be a bit of a handful at
times."

"Nah, he's alright.  You guys sure have a nice house."

"Thanks.  Where do you live?"

"Not far from here, but my house is nothing like this, and my parents sure
aren't like you guys."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"  I smiled as I checked him out.  He
really was cute and the dimples at the side of his mouth made him that much
cuter.  I could see why Blake bought him.

"A good thing.  My parents work all the time and my big brother is an
asshole.  How many brothers or sisters does Blake have?"

"Technically none, but there are three older guys that live here that he
calls his brothers.  Kyle, Chance and Troy.  They treat him like their
little brother.  He's also got three younger cousins next door that are
more like brothers as well."

"So do you guys really always skinny dip?"

"Pretty much.  I mean it's a house full of guys so it doesn't really
matter."

"Can I ask you something?  It's okay if you don't want to answer."

"Sure go ahead?  That's one thing you'll learn around here, we don't filter
much."

"I noticed.  Blake has a boyfriend right?"

"Yep.  Brody.  Why?"

"So he's gay?"

"Honestly?  I personally don't think so.  I think he's just a horny 13 year
old, who figured out a way to have sex quicker than with a 13 year old
girl."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Sure.  Blake's mature enough to know what he's doing and if he has
questions, he just asks, or tries them out until he's satisfied his
curiosity.  Sex is just his latest obsession.  Plus around here, sex isn't
a taboo subject like a lot of homes."

"Yeah, I noticed you guys talk about it quite a bit.  My family won't even
acknowledge that people are naked under their clothes, and my brother is a
total asshole anytime I ask him stuff.  Blake's lucky."

"Well, while you're here, never hesitate to ask anything you want.  One
word of advice with Blake, don't let him wear you down.  You're older, and
he likes hanging out with older people to learn what they know, but he can
be exhausting.  If you've had enough, just tell him."

Tanner laughed.  "Yeah, I already figured that out.  So is Blake allowed to
have his boyfriend sleepover like he says he does?"

"Of course."

"Wow, my parents would never let me have a girl sleep over.  If I ever get
a girlfriend, they'd be the type to say I'm too young for sex and that I
should wait.  She'd probably never even be allowed to see my room."

"We figure that that approach leads to problems.  If you're gonna have sex,
you're gonna do it regardless.  Plus how would you learn anything if you
didn't have someone older to teach you?  Of course Blake takes it to a
whole new level.  He has no problem barging in to watch if someone in the
house is doing something."

"Seriously?  God, my brother would kill me if I barged in on him.  And I'm
not talking metaphorically.  He'd literally kill me and throw my body in a
dumpster if I caught him having sex."

I laughed.  "Maybe we should try that approach with Blake.  He's seen
everyone in this house have sex with pretty much everyone else.  I think
that's how he learned what he knows.  But like I said, being his assistant
doesn't mean you're his slave."

"No, I know that.  I think he's just excited to have won the bid."

"From what I know about Blake, he's probably excited that a popular older
boy is spending time with him.  Just don't hesitate to say no if he asks
you to do anything that isn't something you're comfortable with."

"Like sleeping naked in his bed?"  He smirked.

"Exactly.  If you're not okay with it, tell him.  He has two king size beds
in his room, and there's plenty of guest bedrooms, so it's not like there's
not a ton of space.  Do your friends sleep in your bed when they stay
over?"

"No.  We play video games lying on my bed and stuff, but if they sleepover,
they sleep on the floor in a sleeping bag.  Even if my bed were big enough,
which its not, my parents would insist on us sleeping separate.  It's just
how they are."

"Do you sleep naked at home?"  I asked curiously.

"God no.  I got caught sleeping in just my underwear once and my parents
almost had a cow.  They originally said pajamas are required at all times,
but now I'm allowed to sleep in my lounge pants and shirtless if it's too
warm out.  They said it protects the sheets so they don't need to be
laundered as much."

I laughed hard.  "I seriously have to try that with Blake.  I think he
changes his sheets every couple of days.  He hasn't learned the art of self
control yet."

"You mean he still wets to the bed?"  Tanner asked raising his eyebrows.

"No," I grinned.  "The other self control.  Where you wake up with morning
wood."

"Yeah.  That's the worst.  I have to put underwear on to hide it under my
lounge pants before I go across the hall to the bathroom," Tanner admitted.
"Thank god for showers."

"So you sleep in your underwear and pyjamas, and then jerk off in the
shower?"

He blushed.  "Pretty much.  I'd die if my parents barged into my room and
caught me."

I laughed again.  "I wish Blake was that worried about it.  He's proud of
the fact he knows how to masturbate and Kyle even suggested that if he
keeps walking around with an erection, we're gonna start using him as a
towel rack."

Tanner laughed.  "He seriously walks around with a boner?"

"It's more like the boner walks around with him.  The fun of being 13."

"Damn.  I wish anyone in my family was a 10th as open as you guys."

"So a personal question?" I said looking at Tanner.  "Have you ever had a
girlfriend?"

"Nope.  Still looking.  Girls are hard to figure out sometimes."

"That's true.  But don't worry. You're a very good looking guy and you
certainly aren't shy, so it'll happen."

"It better happen soon.  Getting laid is all I think about."

I nodded as I gave him a big smile.  "It's all every guy from the age of 13
thinks about.  If you've never had a girlfriend, what's the furthest you've
gone with one?"

"Nowhere.  Maybe to a movie when it's been a group of us."

"So no handjob, over the shirt boob touch, blowjob, nothing?"

"Nope.  Wouldn't even know where to start.  I asked my brother about it,
but his answer was to tell me to fuck off and figure it out for myself."

"What about asking friends?"

"Yeah, and admit I'm a virgin.  Not a chance.  I see enough stuff on the
internet that I can bullshit when I need to, but as for actual `hands on'
experience," he said with air quotes "still hasn't happened."

"It will when the time is right.  Since you're here, you should just ask
Blake for information.  He'll tell you more than you'd need to know in a
thousand lifetimes.  Trust me, it's his favorite subject."

Tanner smirked.  "Yeah, mine too.  I couldn't ask him though.  He's younger
than me.  I'd look stupid.  Especially if he told anyone that I was still a
virgin."

"Blake's not like that.  He'd happily teach you what you need to know.  His
brothers taught him.  He taught his friends.  They'll teach their younger
brothers.  Circle of life kind of shit."

We didn't get a chance to continue as Blake bounced back down the stairs
and sat on the side of the hot tub next to Tanner, who moved away slightly
as Blake's dick was almost in his face.  "What're you guys talking about?"

"You," I grinned.

"Cool.  My favorite subject."

"Second favorite," I teased.

"Whatever Justin.  You're not THAT special," he said shaking his head.
"Sorry it took so long. I was taking a poop."

"That's an overshare," I told him.

"Why?  That's what I was doing.  The only reason I have a semi right now is
cause I was facetiming with Brody too."

"Also an overshare," I said bluntly.

"I was telling him about Colton and Stone, and I think he's jealous that I
got to have sex with them again.  He wanted the details, which got him
horny, so we masturbated together.  We had to since I can't see him this
weekend because of the auction stuff."

I threw my hands up in the air.  "I really gotta learn to just keep quiet
don't I?  I should have just accepted the fact you were pooping."

"Well, I was.  Sometimes it's the only privacy I get," Blake said as he
looked at Tanner beside him.

"Your definition of privacy is to masturbate with your boyfriend on the
phone while pooping?"  Tanner clarified.

"Exactly.  See Dad, Tanner gets it.  That's what makes him a good
assistant."

I decided to take my own advice and just keep quiet.  I smiled at Tanner
who just smiled back.

"So what about me were you talking about?"  Blake asked as he slipped into
the water.

"How annoying you are, and how Tanner knows of monastery that would be
willing to take you off our hands."

"HA!  They should take you off MY hands.  What's a monastery again?"

"Monks.  No worldly possessions.  No TV, video games and no sex."

"Sounds boring.  Like something for old people.  When are you moving
there?"  he giggled.  Tanner just smiled as he watched us.

"Geez, if I talked to my parents like that, I'd be grounded for a week.
They don't really have much of a sense of humour," he admitted.

"I was grounded before.  That sucks worse than death.  It was solitary jail
for kids.  But now I'm older, I don't get grounded."

"But it's still an option," I reminded him.  He stuck his tongue out at me.

"So is it okay if we order pizza for dinner tonight?"  Blake asked changing
the subject quickly.

"Sure find out how many people are gonna be home before you order," I
advised.

"No probs."

"ADAM, please find out how many people would like pizza tonight," Blake
said into the air.  The ding sounded.

"Approximately four million five hundred sixty six thousand two hundred and
ten," he replied.

"Whoa!" said Tanner jumping slightly.  "What was that?"

"ADAM.  He's like SIRI, only better.  Most of the time.  I think he got
that answer wrong."

"I don't think so," I laughed.  "You did ask how many people would like
pizza tonight.  Not how many people that live in this house would like
pizza."

"Oh, right.  ADAM, how many people that live in this house would like
pizza," he asked again.

"All of them," ADAM replied.  Blake just looked at me and frowned.

"Sometimes it easier just to text," I admitted.

"Fine.  ADAM, please text everyone who lives in the two houses and ask if
they would like pizza tonight at 6pm."

The ding sounded and Blake sat back with a smile on his face looking at
Tanner and shook his head.  "Sometimes good help is hard to find.  If I
could merge you and ADAM together, I might have a chance."

"What is ADAM, exactly?"

"He's the computer guy that lives in the ceiling and runs the house and
other things.  Ask him anything," Blake replied.  "You have to say his name
first though to activate him."

"Ok. ADAM, what is the temperature outside?"

"14 Celsius."

"Cool," he nodded.

"Dude, even my phone can do that.  Try something tougher."  He looked up.
"ADAM, how many times have we ordered pizza?"

"119," he answered.  I had no idea if that was true but it seemed right.

"That's a lot of pizza," Tanner remarked.

"We like pizza," Blake replied.  "It knows lots of stuff.  Even stuff you
don't want it to know.  ADAM, when's the last time I masturbated?"  He
asked bluntly.

"Commenced 9 minutes 15 seconds ago, lasting 3 minutes 18 seconds."

Tanner howled with laughter.  "God, keep that out of my house."  Even I was
surprised that ADAM knew that.  I guess Blake tests ADAM in ways the rest
of us don't.  It really was like a big brother spy.  "Does it know lots of
stuff like that?"

"Sometimes.  It depends on lots of things.  I think it knew that because I
was on the phone with Brody.  Sometimes you have to tell it stuff if you
want to store it like a record.  Watch.  "ADAM, how big is my penis now?"

"Erection is 18.8 centimetres.  7.6 centimetres flaccid.  Last measured 18
hours 11 minutes, 34 seconds ago."

I couldn't help but laugh as I asked it my own question.  "ADAM, how many
times has Blake measured his penis since turning 13?"

"One hundred eighty seven."

"What?  I check it daily to see if it's grown any," he said not at all
embarrassed.  "ADAM, how many times has Justin measured his penis?"

"Zero."

"I know how big my dick is, Blake.  I don't need to keep measuring it."

"ADAM, how big..."  I swam over to Blake and clamped my hand over his
mouth.

"Okay, I think Tanner gets the idea.  You're a pervert."

"I learned from the best, right Justin?  Oh by the way.  He's 21 and a half
centimetres in case you were wondering.  8½ inches."

Tanner just looked at us as I moved back to my side of the water.  "I
wasn't wondering," he remarked.

I needed a break from the hot water so I sat up on the side of the hot tub
and noticed Tanner take a look at my crotch.  I guess when you get
information you want to check it for yourself sometimes.  Thankfully I
wasn't sporting an erection.

"Ummm, how come you guys don't have pubes?  If that's not inappropriate to
ask."

"Nothing's inappropriate to ask around here.  If you don't ask, you never
learn.  Blake started doing it for diving and the rest of us do it because
it looks cleaner and makes your dick seem bigger."

"Do lots of guys do that?"

"A lot do, some don't.  Depends on the guy.  Also depends on lots of other
things.  Sports, what your girlfriend or boyfriend likes, personal
preference.  No right or wrong."

"All the guys on my swim team do it though," Blake added.  "Plus almost
every guy at least trims it a bit so it doesn't get caught in his zipper."

"Fuck, yeah...that's the worst," Tanner agreed.

"Hey, I'm back," Colin yelled as he came down the stairs.  "Found a couple
strays in the garage to help put away the groceries."  I smiled as I saw
Patrick and Kurt following him.

Patrick stopped dead in his tracks as he looked at us.  "What the hell are
you doing here?" He asked shocked.

"I live here," Bake chuckled as he answered.

"Not you.  Tanner," he said moving towards us slowly.

"You know Tanner?"  I asked looking back and forth at the two of them.

"Uh, yeah.  He's my kid brother."

"This should be good," Kurt said pulling his shirt off as he approached.

Just what I was thinking.  "Patrick is the asshole brother?"  I laughed.

"You told him I'm an asshole?"  Patrick said glaring at the kid as Kurt
stripped and slid in beside me.  Colin got in on the other side of me and
gave me a kiss.

"You got any popcorn for the fireworks show?"  Kurt joked.

"Why are you here?"  Patrick asked.

"I bought him," Blake announced smiling.  "He's my assistant for the day."

"Oh right, the school auction thing.  I was hoping Mom and Dad had finally
come to their senses and sold you."

"Are you two gonna keep fighting or are you coming in here with us?"  Kurt
asked as Patrick shook his head and pulled off his shirt.  He lowered his
pants and shoved a hand into his underwear to cover his crotch before
removing them and getting into the water next to Kurt.

"So we know why I'm here.  Why are YOU here?"  Tanner asked.

"We work on the cars," he explained.

"What cars?"

"The cars in the garages.  I'll show them to you after we're done in the
hot tub," Blake explained.  "Kurt is kinda our mechanic and Patrick helps
him.  They've been doing it since I was a little kid."

"So for a week?"  I teased.

"Still not funny Justin.  It's been like two years or something.  They used
to work at the other house to do cleaning and stuff, but now the cars keep
them busy."

"So you guys just break in and wander around whenever you want?"  Tanner
asked looking at his brother.

"No, we have the code to the house," Kurt replied.  "It makes it easier to
come and go when we need to work on things.  Actually, we came to ask if we
could borrow a couple of cars tomorrow as we have dates."

"YOU have a date?"  Tanner said to his big brother.  "What, is there a
blind convention in town?"

Blake laughed and fist bumped him.

"Says the guy who is still a virgin," Patrick remarked embarrassing him.

"Well, better to be a virgin than to do ugly chicks that put bags over YOUR
head."

"Nice shade," Kurt laughed.

"Whose side are you on?"  Patrick said looking at Kurt.

"What?  It was a good burn.  Give the kid props man."

Colin answered Kurt's question before this got any meaner.  "Sure, feel
free to take a couple cars.  As always just be careful with them."  I've
had conversations like this with Jason and Alex before, but we always knew
we were kidding with each other.  I don't know enough about Patrick and
Tanner's relationship to know if they were serious or not.

"No worried, I'm super careful.  I couldn't afford an accident," Kurt
assured him.  "What's the Veneno worth again?"

"Almost five million," I replied.  "Although it may be one of the cheap
cars if Colin wins the bid on two he's trying for."

"Fuck, I can't believe that anyone would pay five million for a car.  Not
that I'm complaining since I get to drive it," Kurt grinned.

"Like anyone would let you drive their car," Tanner said to Patrick.  "He's
so bad he'd probably hit something before he even got the car started."

"How would you know?"

"I've seen you drive.  It's like a little old lady going to church who
forgot her glasses and bounces off lamp posts to find her way."

Kurt laughed loudly.  "Holy shit that's descriptive.  Fuckin' funny too!"
Patrick punched him on the arm.

"I've never hit anything," he said staring at us.

"Yeah, he probably does and then fixes the car before he brings it back,"
Tanner said continuing to rag on his brother's abilities.

"Well we know that's not true," Kurt replied.  "Just a scratch on one of
them would cost more to fix than we'd make in a couple years."

"Yeah.  No shit there," I agreed.

"See little brother, your stories are all fake news!  Total bullshit.  Like
the bragging you do at school about all the girls you've been with."

"I've been with tons of girls.  Just not for sex.  I'm not a total slut
like you.  I'm going to find the perfect girl before I have sex with her."

Dude, the only girl that would have sex with you requires an air pump and
duct tape if she springs a leak," Patrick said sitting back in the hot tub.

Blake laughed.  "Yeah, like a blow up girl," he added unnecessarily.  Kurt
was just sitting there grinning wildly as he listened to them.

"Are they always like this?" I asked.

"Pretty much.  I'd still rather have a brother than two little sisters
though.  You never have to play with dolls or go to a tea party with a
brother."

"How old are they now?"  I asked.

"Oldest is 16 and youngest is 11."

"The easiest way to get a girl is to have a body like Colin's," Kurt
remarked.

"Why's that?" Colin asked.

"Dude.  You have like 40 abs and zero body fat.  Stand up and show Tanner."

Colin stood up in the hot tub which was deep enough to cover his crotch but
show the rest of him.  Kurt stood up and moved closer.  "See!  This is the
type of body I want.  He has every ab visible and the `V' that goes from
his hips down," he said pointing them out.  "Dude, how did you get a body
like that?"

"Working out.  Personal trainer.  Lots of sex," he said grinning at me.

"Sex does that?"  Tanner asked.

"Any exercise helps," Colin remarked.  If that's the case then how come I
don't have all that same body definition?  I should be the most fit guy in
the city.  I think you have to do more than sex to look like Colin.

"Yeah, the blond hair and blue eyes don't hurt either," I smiled.  "But
this is the best part of his body," I teased as I reached forward and
lifted his cock and balls out of the water.  Colin slapped my hand away as
I laughed.

"Figures you'd say that," Kurt smirked.  I think if we all had bodies that
looked like that we could get any girl we wanted."

"Or any guy..." I added.

"True."

Colin sat back down.  "Doesn't take much to get toned guys.  The hardest
part is if you let yourself get fat.  You need to work extra hard to get
rid of it.  Just eat right and exercise regularly. You all have slender
builds so just a bit of muscle toning and cardio and you'll have the bodies
you want."

"And sex!  Don't forget the sex," I added.

"We're working on that.  That's why we need the cars for tomorrow," Patrick
grinned.

"I got it covered too," Blake announced.  He had nothing to complain about.
If he kept working out and having the sex he was having, he'd have a body
like Colin's by the time he was 14.  I could already see him being the next
teen idol if they got him shirtless on his TV show.  Look out Jace Norman,
Mace Coronel and Asher Angel.

Blake stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub as he told Tanner that
they should go check out the cars. I wasn't sure if that was so Blake could
show off his body, or if he was tired of the conversation not being about
him.  Tanner quickly agreed and stood up to get out of the water adjusting
his underwear so that nothing was visible as it stuck to him.  When Blake
turned around to step out of the hot tub, Kurt whistled at him.  "Nice full
moon!"

Blake wiggled his ass at the three of us before the boys ran to get dried
off, disappearing upstairs.

"So that's the little brother huh?  I had no idea, but he does look like
you.  He actually seems like a nice guy."

"He has his moments, but mostly he's a pain.  Tries going through all my
stuff.  Barges in on me when I'm in the shower.  No privacy at all.  Now
he's into asking me to tell him everything I know about sex."

"That shouldn't take long," Kurt laughed.

"Fuck you!"

"With your brother in the house?"

"So why don't you teach him.  Isn't that what big brothers are for?"  I
suggested.

"Yeah, not really interested.  You should teach him," Patrick suggested.

"Sure, because I know so much about girls.  I could teach him what I am
good at," I teased.  "You could bring him over and watch me pop the cherry
on his tight little ass.  We could make a day of it.  Have popcorn."

"Don't tempt me.  It might actually stop him from asking me for things ever
again.  You know the worst part?  The kid is four years younger than me and
already has a bigger dick."

I sat up and leaned forward with a grin.  "Oh, really?  How big is it?"

He laughed.  "Down boy, that's my kid brother.  He's only a little bigger,
but it still sucks."

"How come he's circumcised and you aren't?"  I asked, having noticed the
outline in his wet underwear.

"He had it done when he was 11.  The skin wouldn't pull back, so they had
him circumcised.  Maybe that's why he's bigger?"

"Room for expansion," Kurt laughed.

"It's possible."

"So does he know you like to fool around with guys as well as girls?"

"No.  Not a clue, and I'd like to keep it that way.  He'd probably use it
to blackmail me for stuff he wanted."

"Yeah, I can see that."

We heard the boys slam the front door and figured they were off to check
out the cars.  "You wanna go keep an eye on them?" Colin asked.  "You could
be polishing kid fingerprints off every car for the next few hours
otherwise."

"Shit!  Yeah, we should go make sure they don't make a mess down there,"
Kurt said as stood up and turned around.  I leaned forward, took hold of
his dick and slipped it into my mouth.  He didn't move as he looked down at
me and shook his head.  "Just can't help yourself can you?"  He grinned.

"Nope.  I love a freshly washed dick when I can get it."  He pulled it out
of my mouth and climbed out of the hot tub.

"That seems rude," I smirked as I reached for Patrick's cock under water.

"Probably not a good idea with my brother in the house," he warned.

"Probably not, but then I've never really been accused of having good ideas
before."  I leaned over and kissed him.  "But I agree.  We don't need your
brother flipping out while he's here and demanding I give him some of what
you're getting!  That might leave less for you."  I turned to Colin and
smiled.

"Oh sure, you get turned down by those two and you turn to me as a
consolation prize?"  He teased.  "Not a chance baby.  If you want this
body, it's now in demand.  Take a number."

"Oh I have your number babe.  All 7½ inches of it," I said as I reached
under the water to take hold of his dick as I kissed him.  We got out of
the hot tub and dressed before heading downstairs to enter the lower
garage.  The boys were checking out car after car with Tanner making the
usual comments as he drooled over each one of them.

"So you really get to borrow these?"  He said to the older guys.

"Sometimes," Kurt replied.  "Kind of the agreement we have.  I work on them
and keep them clean and the guys let me use them sometimes."

"Like the date tomorrow," I smiled.  "So how far are you hoping it gets
you?"

"I'd hope for the full ride, but we can't exactly take the girls back to my
place can we?"  Kurt said quickly.

"So bring them back here.  Get them into the pool and from there it's a
short drive to the lounge chairs where you two can get those boners into
play."

"You're gonna have sex in front of each other?"  Tanner asked looking at
his big brother.

"If we get girls that are kinky enough," Patrick replied as he and Kurt
fist bumped.  "Nothing hotter than hearing them moan in stereo."

"Just don't forget to shave those pubes guys.  Remember, the girls like the
smooth look, not all hairy jungle men."

"My pubes are trimmed," Kurt replied.  "He must be talking about you," he
said to Patrick.

"Hardly.  I keep mine pretty short.  I planned on doing a touch up before
the date though.  Not a lot to do," he said as he pushed the front of his
pants down to reveal his almost non-existent pubic hair.

"That's a lot compared to guys around here," Blake remarked as he checked
Patrick out.  "Do you do balls and ass too?"

"Of course dude.  I went to the Justin school of shaving too, ya know."

Blake laughed.  "Yeah, but did you get your diploma and have to walk across
the stage to get it?"

I ignored the comment.  "Feel free to bring them back tomorrow night if you
want.  There's spare guest rooms as always and I'm sure the king beds are
big enough for four if you need them."

"Thanks.  Here's hoping the cars do the trick to get them wet enough to at
least get them out of their panties."  Kurt remarked.

"They work on guys.  That's about all I can tell you," I grinned.

"Are you gonna be around tomorrow when we drop by to pick up the cars?"
Kurt asked.

"Should be, but you know where the keys are if I'm out, or busy."

I left the boys with the cars and went back inside.  Blake kept Tanner busy
with chores for the rest of the day, making sure to get his money's worth
out of the kid.  He had him set the table for dinner where everyone joined
us for the pizza he'd ordered.  Then he made him clean up and throw out the
garbage.  Kyle and Chance thought it was great to have a personal assistant
around the house and wondered if we should all chip in and get a houseboy.

"Justin would wear the boy out, not to mention himself," Colin laughed.
"Can any of you really picture a houseboy doing chores around here and not
being naked 24/7?  Look at the pool boys and housecleaners we've gone
through."

"What?  It's not my fault they can't perform their duties properly," I said
trying to sound innocent.

"I think it's completely your fault that they couldn't perform the duties
they were hired for.  The pool boy was here for an hour, and 59 minutes of
it you were trying to get his clothes off."

"Just trying to be helpful.  What if he fell in?  If he was naked, he
wouldn't have to work the rest of the day in wet clothes," I grinned.

"And those that did take their clothes off, never actually cleaned the
pool.  In fact I'd venture to say the pool was dirtier than when he
started," Colin reminded me.  Ah, those were the good old days.  When you
could screw the pool boy and the housecleaner.

"Is that why our pool boy is now a pool girl?"  I asked thinking of the new
one that had been coming over lately.

"It might be," he grinned.  "At least we're getting what we pay for now."

I think we forgot that Tanner was around until he asked if the pool girl
worked naked too.

"Oh, right. Straight boy in the house.  We should put a sign on him or a
bell or something," Chance laughed.  "No, the pool girl stays in her
clothes.  No one needs to see that around here, although she does have
wicked boobs."

"You saw them?"  Tanner asked with great interest.

"That's one advantage of being a gay guy," Chance told him.  "Girls have no
problem being naked around you as you're not a threat.  They see us like
one of the girls."

"Whoa.  Gay guys are so lucky," Tanner said shaking his head slightly.

"That is true little man.  That is so true," Kyle replied.  The guys
finished the night watching a movie and playing some video games before
heading up to bed.  I pulled Blake aside and reminded him that Tanner was
straight and if he was uncomfortable sleeping naked or in the same bed, he
was to allow him to sleep where he wanted.  He agreed, but I still went and
checked on them later on to make sure.  Both boys were in the same bed but
on their own sides.  I didn't check under the covers as I figure that might
be seen as a bit creepy, especially if Tanner woke up.  The next day, the
boys came down for breakfast fully dressed and Tanner was put back to work
before he was finally released from his obligation as personal assistant.

"Thanks for letting me stay over, sir," he said to us.

"You don't have to call us sir.  First names are fine.  Feel free to come
back any time.  It might be more fun if you're not being bossed around by
Blake.

"That was his job, Justin!"  Blake grinned.  "But yeah, come back anytime.
It'll be fun."

"Cool thanks."  He left just before lunch and Blake came back and sat at
the kitchen counter looking at us.

"What?"  I said staring back at him.

"Well, I don't have my assistant anymore, so what's for lunch?"

"Whatever you make for yourself.  And while you're at it make ours too," I
smiled.

"Dream on.  I have to go and be Darren's assistant for 24 hours.  If you
want to pay me, I'll make your lunch."

"We do pay you.  A weekly allowance remember," Colin told him.

"That's not to be your assistant.  That's `cause I'm your kid and it's in
the Charter of Rights and Freedoms that I get an allowance."

"No, I'm pretty sure it isn't," Colin laughed.  "What are you in the mood
for for lunch?"

" A Jarlsberg grilled cheese & ham on 9 grain bread with a side of pickles
and a root beer."

"Anything else, your Majesty?"

"No, that'll be good.  Can you call me when it's done?  I gotta go get a
shower and clean up to be Darren's assistant.  It should be a good 24
hours."  He took off upstairs and I could almost imagine what the next 24
hours would look like.  I wonder if Darren's parents are going to accept a
naked Blake running around the house.  I'll wait by the phone for the
impending call.  After lunch was devoured, Colin drove Blake over to
Darren's to fulfill his personal assistant responsibilities.  A half hour
later, the front gate buzzed and I looked to see that Tanner had returned.
I let him in and opened the front door.

"Hey Tanner.  Sorry, Blake is over at Darren's right now."

"Uhhh, yeah.  Sorry to bother you.  I left my watch in his room.  I was
wondering if I could get it."

"Sure.  Let's go have a look."  I took him up to the bedroom and he went
over to the night table and grabbed it.

"Phew.  I'd be dead if I lost another watch."

"You lose a lot?"

"More than I'd like.  I should stop wearing them and just use my phone like
everyone else," he admitted as he put it back on his wrist.  "Thanks."  He
walked around the bed and paused near me.  "Can I ask you a question?  Did
you really show my brother how to shave?"

"Yeah.  He said he didn't have anyone to ask, so I showed both him and
Kurt.  Part of the guy code," I replied.

"The guy code?"

"Guys helping each other out.  How do you think we learn things.  Ask
someone older.  You have it easier than some.  You have Patrick to ask for
advice."

"Yeah, like that's a lot of help.  Fuck off and get lost aren't really
helpful answers."

I laughed.  "Yeah, I'm sure it feels like that sometimes.  I have a twin
brother that I grew up with and while we could talk about most things,
sometimes if one of us felt it was embarrassing to talk about we'd tell the
other to fuck off.  Or if we didn't feel like admitting something in case
it made us look stupid, same thing."

"Nah, he's just an ass to me all the time," Tanner said as we talked.

"Strange, he's never seemed like that around here and I've known him for a
couple years now.  Maybe you just have to approach it the right way."

"Like how?"

"Not sure.  I guess it depends on the subject, and what mood he's in. You'd
probably know that better than most, but if he doesn't help you, feel free
to come over anytime and ask us.  We really don't have any problems
discussing things around here."

"I noticed.  Blake is so blunt it's scary."

"That it is.  Maybe I should get him a big brother to tell him to fuck off
sometimes.  Speaking of that, how'd the personal assistant thing go.  He
didn't wear you out did he?"

"No, it was actually ok.  I thought I'd have to do a lot more work, but it
was actually kinda fun."

"Did you get to sleep in your own bed or did he convince you to sleep in
his?"  I asked already knowing the answer.

"No I slept in his.  It's okay though, it's a pretty big bed."

"That's for sure.  So just out of curiosity did he convince you to sleep
naked or did you manage to convince him to wear clothes?"

He laughed slightly.  "Neither.  I slept in my underwear and he was naked.
I kinda think he hates clothes."

"I kinda think that too," I agreed.  "He figures he's way older than he is
and tries to prove it all the time."

"I noticed.  If I said or did half the things he does, I'd be grounded for
life or shipped off to military school."

"Trust me we've thought about it," I joked.

"I was curious about the shaving of pubes thing.  I talked to a friend and
he agreed with you guys that most guys seem to do some of it.  Would it be
weird to ask how you do it?  I mean is it like with a razor or scissors or
what?"

"That depends on how much you want to do," I answered honestly.  "If you
just want to shorten them a bit, scissors are probably the easiest.  If you
want to go smooth, then scissors or a trimmer at first to get it shortened,
and then a razor and shaving cream to finish.  Balls are the toughest as
you have to be careful not to cut yourself.  They're the most sensitive,
and usually the most painful if you get them stuck in the zipper."

"Yeah, no shit," he replied.  "Sorry."

"Swearing is fine.  Trust me, that's mild compared to most things."

"So how would you do the long hair on the balls?"

"Me?  I would probably use a trimmer at the beginning, and then pull the
balls tight and use a razor after that.  Just go slow and careful.  Most of
us keep them shaved all the time, so eventually it gets easier, and of
course then you don't need the scissors or trimmer."

"Okay, cool.  I don't have a razor or trimmer or anything.  I don't shave
yet.  I was just wondering."

"If you want to learn, I'm sure Blake would be happy to show you.  He knows
how to do it," I offered.

"I dunno about that.  It would feel super embarrassing to ask a younger kid
to show me how to do it."

"So ask Patrick.  He knows how."

"Yeah, I'll get right on that," he said sarcastically.  "I'd probably get
shit about it from him, so no way I'm asking."

"Try it by simply asking if it's best to shave up or down when doing your
crotch.  Rather than say can you show me?  That at least says you have some
knowledge and he might be willing to given you more."

"Or he'd tell me to fuck off and don't even think about using his razor.
That's the more likely answer."

I laughed.  "Well, if you ever want to learn, I'd be happy to teach you if
want to know how, and we have plenty of razors and trimmers around here you
could use."

"I'd kinda like to learn how.  I've heard the girls like it more."

"That's what I hear.  Feel free to drop by anytime and ask anything you
want.  No one will ever hesitate to give you an answer.  Whenever you have
time, I'd be happy to give you instructions."

"Would you have time now?"

"Are you sure?"  I asked.

"Yeah.  I'd kinda like to learn and you seem cool about stuff like that."

"I can give you the basics if you want.  We can go into Blake's bathroom.
Are you thinking of just trimming or going completely smooth?"

"Ummm, I hadn't thought that far yet.  Maybe show me everything and I can
decide then.  I suppose if I shave it all off, I can always let it grow
back, right?"

"Right," I acknowledged.  I took him into the bathroom and showed him the
scissors we used, along with the trimmer and razor.  He checked out the
trimmer first and jumped slightly as he turned it on and then back off
again.

"God, I'm not sure I'd want those near my dick."

I grinned.  "They sound scarier than they are.  Here, give me your arm and
I'll show you."  I turned it on and ran it up along part of his forearm.
"See, not as bad as they sound.  Only thing to remember is to pull the skin
tight on your balls.  I remind Blake to take a cool shower before he does
it.  If your balls are cold, they hug up against your body and if they're
warm they hang lower."

"Is that why they do that?"  He said grinning.  "I always wondered that."

"Yeah, it keeps the sperm at the right temperature.  So if you want a nice
tight package, cool it down.  If you want swinging balls, heat them up."

"Good to know if I'm ever gonna t-bag a chick.  You want them swinging."

"Or nice and tight so you can pop them in her mouth like smarties."

"Mine are more like tennis balls" he bragged, like every 14 year old.

"I hope not," I smiled.

"So when you're doing it for the first time, use the scissors above the
penis and just cut the long hair away if you don't have a trimmer, then you
can shave the rest.  On the balls just sit down on a chair and hang off the
edge of it and go very slow at first.  One small cut can be painful.  Like
catching them in the fly kinda pain."

"Ow!  Keep talking like that and I might not want to do this."

I just laughed.  "So you want to take this stuff home and try it, or do you
want to do it here?"

"Ummm, can you show me how to start?  If I get too nervous, I can always
finish at home.  What do I need to do first?  Take a cold shower?"

"No.  You only need that when you want your balls tighter for shaving.  You
can still pull on the skin if they're loose."  I'm gonna be the one to need
a cold shower in a minute, but I didn't tell him that.  "First, you should
probably take off the pants and underwear so you don't end up with them
full of hair.  I can give you a sock to put over your dick if you're not
comfortable."

"I'm okay.  I can just put my hand over it."  He undid his pants and
dropped them quickly, kicking them off to the side.  From there he put his
hand into his underwear to cover himself before pushing them down and
kicking them over to his jeans, before standing to face me.

"You're not all that hairy, so it wouldn't take long for you to shave at
all.  The first time is the worst as you have to get used to it.  After
that you can probably do it in five minutes in the shower.  That's how we
all do it.  I'm sure Patrick does as well.  Much better to do it for five
minutes than make it take half an hour when it all grows back.  Plus it can
get itchy halfway between shaved and fully grown back."

 "So do you want to try a little bit first?  I can set the trimmer to just
shorten it."

"Sure.  That might be the smartest way to go," he reasoned.

I adjusted the trimmer so he would be left with just about half the length
he had now and handed it to him and showed him how to use it along his
stomach so he had the idea before turning it on and going across his bush.
He nodded and looked at himself carefully before starting. "You thinking of
a before and after picture?"  I laughed.

"I should totally do that.  Would you take the pic?  Just no face or
anything.  My phone is in my pocket."  I retrieved it and he unlocked it
for me.  He moved his hand slightly to show the top part of his shaft and
all his pubes.  I took a couple of pictures from the front and side to
capture the full bush and part of his balls.  When he was satisfied, we put
the phone down and he went back to the trimmer.  He turned it on and
carefully scraped it across the top of his pubes.  He shook the trimmer to
have the hair fall on the floor before taking a second swipe slightly
lower.  He repeated it until he'd done his entire bush and put the trimmer
down.  He brushed the loose hair away and looked at himself in the mirror.

"So?  What's your first impression?  Does it look better?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"They say it makes your dick look bigger too, which I guess makes sense
since it's not hidden by hair.  I'll turn around and you can let go of it
and see if you'd agree."  I turned away from him and could see him in the
corner of the mirror remove his hand and look at himself.  He fluffed up
his dick and balls as he checked himself out, took another picture and
covered up again.

"Yeah, I'd agree with that.  It makes it look bigger.  Sweet!"

"Now you know why guys like shaving," I grinned.  "Nothing hotter to a girl
than a smooth dick that looks big."

"That's lit for sure.

"So you going further or is that enough?"

"We can trim it the rest of the way and see how it looks."

I adjusted the trimmer again and he repeated what we'd just done, once
again checking himself in the mirror. This time commenting that he liked
that way better, but that the hair on his balls looked stupid now.

"So use the trimmer and go for it."

"Umm, I'm not sure I can.  I need to pull them tight while I shave right?
I don't really have enough hands to do that," he said not realizing that he
could just let go of his dick and have the exact right number of hands.

"Well, two options.  You can take the trimmer home and do it there, or I
can do it for you.  But that'll mean I end up touching your balls.  Your
choice."

"I kinda want to know how to do it so I don't cut myself, so can you do it
this time?  Just don't say anything to Blake or Patrick though.  I wouldn't
need their shit about it."

"I won't say a word, but trust me, they wouldn't give you shit at all.
I've shaved Patrick and Kurt a few times now and it's no bigger deal than
learning to drive."

"I dunno.  Learning to drive is a pretty big deal," Tanner grinned.  "I
can't wait to do that either."

"Okay, if it gets too much for you, just say stop.  But don't move or jump
while I'm trimming."

"Got it."  I took the trimmer and he pulled his dick out of the way, hidden
behind his hand.  I got to my knees and took a hold of the bottom of his
tight balls to pull on them.

"These are pretty tight as it is," I told him as soon I had the skin
between my thumb and forefinger.

"I'm sure you'll have no trouble shaving them easily.  You still okay?"

"Yeah.  Just never had anyone hold my balls before."

"Well, once they're nice and smooth, you'll be holding them all the time
and probably getting a few dozen girls to check them out too."

"One can only hope," he grinned as he watched closely.

"Dumb question as your balls feel pretty heavy.  When's the last time you
jerked off?"

"What?  I don't..."

"Dude, relax.  There are two types of guys in the world.  Those who jerk
off and those who lie and say they don't.  You need to be doing it at least
twice a month to stay healthy.  Look it up when you get home.  Ignore the
bullshit of `you'll go blind' or `it's a sin'.  You need to bust the nuts
out regularly to help avoid prostate cancer, among other things.  Of course
as teenagers two or three times a day is more the norm, but you probably
don't need to admit to it that much."

"Umm, yeah. I only do it about once every few days," he said sounding like
a lie.

"Well, whenever you did it last, it feels like the balls are full which
also helps keep the skin tight.  Don't tell Blake you only do it every few
days.  He'll try to convince you that once every hour is normal."

"I already heard," he admitted.  "I was only here for 24 hours and I think
I learned more about sex than in my whole life."

"Sorry about that.  We'll have to try and tone it down when we have
company."

"No, it's not a bad thing.  I kinda liked that everyone could just talk
about anything and no one was getting into shit.  If I even said `shit' at
home I'd be getting a time out.  "Is it true that Blake has had sex with
lots of people already?"

"I don't think I'd be breaking any confidences by saying he has had sex
with a few people."

"Both boys and girls?"

"Yep.  I mean he told you about his boyfriend, and he's had girlfriends
too.  Mostly I think he just calls everyone that if they are willing to
have sex with him."

"Damn.  I wish I had that kind of confidence.  Not for boys...for girls."

"Hey, no judgement here.  Blake learned from boys what felt good, used it
on girls and is currently learning more from an older boy.  It's how things
work."

"And you're cool with it?"

"As long as he's not forced to do something he's not ready for, we're okay
with it.  One thing that we've taught Blake is never to be afraid to tell
us anything, even if it's something he's done wrong.  He may get punished,
but it'll be always less severe than if his actions come out later on.  If
we ask him a direct question he'll never lie, but he's pretty good at the
misdirect.  I expect him to be a politician or international spy when he's
older."

Tanner laughed.  "I can see him being both of those."

As we talked I continued to shave his balls, fondling them more than
absolutely necessary as I moved them around for the trimmer.  I grinned as
I noticed him hold his dick more firmly, press it against his body.  "Maybe
we should stop for a bit," he said nervously.

"We're almost done.  You don't need to worry about the erection.  It's
pretty common.  Same as getting a massage or an exam at the doctor.  I'd be
worried if you didn't get one."  I gave a couple more swipes and sat back.
"Okay, take a look." This time I didn't turn around and he cautiously moved
his hand to see his balls.  I reached up and eased his hand off to let
himself go.  His dick sprung out as soon as it was free.  "See, that's
pretty impressive dick.  Show that off and girls will be all over you.
Plus when you get to the actual shaving part, it's better to do it when
you're hard.  The skin is pulled to its tightest and helps to prevent you
cutting yourself as easily."

"That actually looks way better," he said still sounding slightly nervous
with his hand held very close to his erection in case he needed to hide it
again.

"Good.  So why don't you take this trimmer and keep doing it at home for a
bit.  If you decide you want to shave, ask your brother, or come back and
I'll show you how to do the rest."

"Cool.  Thanks.  I like how the balls feel," he said running his hand over
them.

"They feel 100 times better completely smooth, but you'll figure that out
once you do it.  Oh, and if Patrick gives you shit when you ask him how to
shave feel free to tell him you learned the trimming from me.  I've seen
both of you hard so trust me when I tell you, in that department YOU are
the big brother."

He grinned widely.  "Seriously?"

"You never heard it from me and I'll deny it even under oath.  But you're
slightly bigger than he is so he can't tease you about shit, dude, and you
can trust me on that.  I've seen him without clothes hundreds of times."

"Nice.  Thanks Justin.  So can I text you sometime if I have more
questions?"

"Anytime," I said as I took his phone and put my name and number in his
phone and then texted myself so I had his info.  So why don't you rinse off
in the shower while I clean up this hair.  Oh, and one bit of advice.  If
you do decide to shave, use cool water to rinse off afterward and don't use
soap for at least six hours on the skin. It's cause red bumps."

"Thanks," he said as he took off his shirt and went into the shower.  I
watched him out of the corner of my eye as he rinsed off and checked out
his newly trimmed crotch.  I have no doubt it will fascinate him for at
least a day, until his mind wants to know what it'll look like smooth.  He
thanked me for the trimmer as he got dressed and I walked him to the front
door.  After that I almost needed my own cold shower.  It took all my will
power not to swallow the boy's cock while he had it in front of me, and we
all know I don't have much willpower at the best of times.  I went back to
the kitchen where Colin was and he gave me a couple of raised eyebrows.

"He forgot his watch," I explained as I could almost read his mind.

"And?..."

"And what and?"

"You were up there a while with him.  Did you fuck Patrick's little
brother?"

"No.  I was a perfect gentleman.  He asked about how to shave his pubes so
I showed him.  Never even gave him a blowjob.  I was as professional as a
barber."

He just grinned at me.  "So how big was he?"

"Just like Patrick said about the same as him, just circumcised and maybe a
little thicker."

"Professional like a barber huh?"  he laughed.

Tanner had barely been gone for an hour when Kurt and Patrick showed up at
the house with a surprise guest.  Lonny had finally resurfaced after our
`attack' on the three of them.  It was a bit of a tense start as the look
on his face seemed to indicate he wasn't really happy to be there.

"Hey Lonny.  Good to see you again.  Are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"I wasn't, but I guess I'm over it now," he replied in a rather abrupt
manner.

"I hope Kurt and Patrick had a chance to tell you what happened with our
plans.  I'm sorry if we went overboard, but we wanted it to feel real for
you."

"Oh, it felt real alright.  I couldn't sleep for days because of it."

"I'm sorry.  That wasn't our intention.  We just wanted to give you the
fantasy you said you wanted."

"I get that, but it scared the scrap out of me as I honestly thought I was
going to die.  Then when you showed that it was you guys, I was extremely
pissed off that you'd make me feel like that.  In my head, my fantasy was
just someone grabbing me, and raping me.  It wasn't a whole morning of
terror."

"We're sorry.  Our intentions were good, but we never thought it would
affect you like that, especially after you knew it was us and we were just
playing out a game.  But all things considered, did it cure you of the
fantasy, or do you still have it?"  I asked since the whole point was to
jump start his sex drive, not to scare him from it forever.

"I still have the fantasy of being grabbed and raped, but I definitely
never want to go camping again."

"We all apologize for making you feel like that, but I'm glad you came
over.  Are you guys staying a while?"  I asked looking at Kurt and Patrick.

"About an hour.  Just gonna do some work on the cars and pick out the best
ones for tonight.  I thought it would be good for Lonny to come over with
us," Kurt replied.

"Cool."  I walked down to the garage with them as we entered through the
lower level.  Then I got an idea.  It may not be one of my best ideas
considering that Lonny was actually still pissed at us, but I felt like
we'd failed in our mission to give him his fantasy, and we all know I'm a
giving type people person.  The always thinking of others before myself
kind.  I excused myself for a second and went to prepare something that I
had thought about, before returning back to the guys.  "Hey Lonny, can I
talk to you for a minute, or are you busy here?"

"No, we can talk I guess," he said coming over to me.

I walked him out of the garage into the lower level of the house.  "I
really am sorry about what happened.  When you told me of your fantasy, I
thought it was something that I could help you with, but figured if it were
just me doing it, you'd see right through the fact it was just a game.  We
wanted to make it real and it was only ever about giving you what you
wanted."

"Yeah.  I get that," he said again as I led him into the adult playroom,
which I'd opened up.

"What's all this stuff?"  he asked as he paused for a second.  I closed the
door behind me.

"This is what we call the adult playroom.  We actually came in here when we
were planning our adventure for you, and chose some of the things to use.
Like over here," I said taking him to the large bench in the middle of the
room. It currently had the Velcro straps threaded through the slots near
the top of it, in both the front and back.

"That just looks like a horse bench for gymnastics," he observed.

"Yeah, it kinda is, just with a few modifications, but everything else in
here is designed for a variety of different roleplays and games, so we
thought if we did it right and added Kurt and Patrick to it, you'd get a
better fantasy, but it appears we were wrong."

"It wasn't what I had envisioned," he admitted as I moved him closer to the
bench.

"I get that, but we did spend a lot of time working on it for you and we
even practiced and rehearsed so each part of it would be perfect.  It sucks
that you didn't enjoy it."  As he checked out the bench I quickly grabbed
him and bent him over the end of it as I jumped on his back as if I were an
Olympic gymnast myself and grabbed the first Velcro strap and secured it
tightly over his upper back before reaching for the second strap and
securing it over his lower back.  Then I grabbed a piece of duct tape that
I'd hung on the edge of the bench and taped his mouth.  The look on his
eyes was priceless, but I had to be convincing.  "You know, the others may
feel bad that we scared you, but personally I don't.  I think deep down,
you're a little faggot who needs your fantasy shit to justify being fucked.
We worked hard on that plan to make you happy, and then you run off like
some stupid chick, crying all the way home and bitching because it wasn't
what you wanted.  Me?  I wanted to grab you and rip off your clothes, fuck
that tight little virgin ass until you couldn't walk anymore, and then
leave you naked to cry about it with cum running down your leg, but
everyone thought that might be too traumatic."

I was trying to sound menacing.  I mean I'm such an imposing figure with my
slender twink frame, blond hair, and green eyes.  I jumped off his back and
went behind him to reach for the button on his pant.  He began squirming as
he tried to get away.  I lowered the zipper and in one expert move yanked
his jeans to the ground and lifted one foot at a time to remove his shoes,
socks and jeans until he was left only in his t-shirt and underwear.  "You
know the shitty part about it all?  We actually took it easy on you.  Quite
frankly I wanted to do more, but the guys said we should tone it down.  Now
I know that it was all bullshit.  You're nothing but a fucking cock tease.
You tell us you want raping, but then you whine about it afterward saying
it scared you.  Oh, boo-fuckin'-hoo!  Well maybe what you really need is an
8½ inch dick in you to really fucking whine about."  I grabbed the back
of his underwear and unnecessarily ripped it in half to expose his ass.  I
could have yanked them down, but it seemed more `rapish' if I ripped them
open.  I stripped completely and walked past him to grab the lube.  He was
still trying to cry out from under the duct tape and squirm to get away.
As I walked around naked, I made sure he saw me bone up so that he had a
visual reference of the size of my cock.  "If you'd just said thank you to
everyone and moved on, I think we would have all been pretty happy that we
made a fantasy come true.  But right now I don't give a shit.  We went to a
lot of effort to fuck your stupid little fag ass and you need to thank us
for it."

I made sure he could see me lube up my cock as it went fully hard before I
walked behind him and quickly fingered lube into his hole.  He jumped a
mile as I jammed my index finger deep into him and rubbed it around.  Then
I pulled out and did it a second time.  I mean a real rapist might not do
that, but I didn't want to rip his ass to shreds, or get friction burns on
my cock from his tight hole.  I reached between his legs and pulled on his
cock and balls to give him a bit more fear.  Then I moved in behind him and
pushed the tip of my cock against his ass.  He began shaking his head and
trying to scream from under the duct tape.  "Oh Jesus!  Shut the fuck up.
No one can hear you and you're getting what I should have given you the day
you told me that you wanted your ass raping.  I know hundreds of straight
boys as well as virgins...at least they were virgins when I met them...and
not one of them begged to have his ass raped.  That's some sick twisted
shit that not even gay boys want for a first experience.  You're a sick
little puke and I'm happy to give this to you to remember for the rest of
your fucking life!"  As I finished the sentence I slammed the full length
of my cock into him and began fucking the hell out of him, not allowing him
to get used to me at all like I normally would.  He shrieked into his gag
and I sort of felt bad, but at the same time it was turning me on big time.
My cock was throbbing hard as I held his hips and pounded the shit out of
him repeatedly.  At one point I reached around to grab his cock and balls
as I was going to yank on them to give him some additional pain, but to my
surprise I found him rock hard.  I guess the little fucker really did have
a dark side.  I jerked him off as I fucked his ass with as much force and
power as I could muster.  He cried out, and I felt his cock throb as he
shot his load all over the side of the bench.  As his ass tightened
spasmodically while he came, it was enough to send me over the edge and I
flooded his ass with my load, making sure he knew it loudly as I bred him.

"Yeah, now you can walk around with a real man's seed in you.  Not that
clear shit you call cum!" I said slapping his ass hard and pulled my cock
out as fast as I'd gone in.  He cried out again as his ass slammed shut.
Before he had a chance to recover fully I unfastened the Velcro straps and
pulled him by his hair kicked the back of his knees to force him down.  His
face was now on the side of the bench and I leaned in to his ear.  "You
made a fucking mess on my bench.  You're gonna clean that up, or we're
going again.  I'll keep you here overnight so I can fuck you repeatedly if
every drop of your cum isn't gone, or maybe you'd prefer to lick my dick
clean after it's been up that tight ass of yours."

He began licking the side of the bench and I moved his head around and
pushed him to the floor until he'd pretty much gotten all of his cum licked
up.  Then I pushed him backward and put my foot on his cock and balls,
which had returned to a flaccid state.  "I should kick these fuckers off
your body for disrespecting me and my friends for going to all the trouble
to try and help you.  From now on when I FUCK you, you say thank you.  Is
that crystal clear?"  He nodded.  "I can't hear you," I said as I reached
down and pulled the duct tape off his mouth in one fast tug.

"Yes," he repeated.

"Yes, what?" I said as I applied more pressured to his balls.

"Yes, sir," he said quickly.

"You mean thank you sir?"

"Thank you sir," he whimpered.

"Good.  And those pictures we took of you at the camp, if you don't want
those getting out to everyone you know, you'll do as you're told.  Anytime
I decide I want to fuck that ass from now on, I'll text you and expect you
here and naked within 30 minutes.  And I don't give a shit if you're in
school, praying in church, or sky diving.  You stop what the fuck you're
doing and get onto my cock.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir," he said looking up at me almost scared.  I wondered if he knew
we were just playing.

"Go get cleaned up and we'll go back to the guys.  If they ask what we were
doing, you'll just tell them we talked it out, and you're fine now."

"Yes, sir," he said as he scrambled over to the shower, probably happy to
be out from under my foot crushing his balls.  I got dressed and almost
laughed as I looked at his ripped underwear.  God I find that hot to do
that to someone.  Maybe I have a dark side for real.  I kinda liked raping
him like that.  Hopefully it was because I knew he wanted it and it was a
game.  Damn, I'm gonna end up on the FBI's most wanted list if I keep
giving into these urges.  I hope I'm not turning into some serial rapist
who grabs hot drunk guys after the club.  That reminds me of Damian.  Lonny
dried off and put his clothes back on and I threw his underwear out after
threatening to shove them down his throat if he said anything.  As we left
the playroom and I locked it behind me, he turned and scared the crap out
of me as he threw his arms around me and gave me a big hug.  At first I
thought he was attacking me.

"THAT's what I fantasized about.  Thank you."

"Fuck off, asshole, or I'll fuck you again in front of your friends," I
said trying to still sound menacing, but inside I was grinning with
delight.  Another straight boy brought over to the dark side.  By the time
I get done, there will be no such thing as a straight boy, or at the very
least we'll have redefined the definition of one.  Kurt is straight and
look how many times I've taken that boy's ass and had him swallow my cock.
Nate and his friend Chris are straight.  Lonny is straight...or just
weird...jury's still out on that.  The list goes on and on.  "Don't think
by making me believe you enjoyed that that I won't be raping your ass
again.  Once I get a taste of straight boy pussy, you're mine until I get
sick of you."  I pushed him off me and he was still grinning as we entered
the garage and rejoined the guys.

"Where did you two go?"  Patrick asked.

"To talk," I replied.  "I wanted him to know how truly sorry I was that we
didn't rape his ass properly and wanted to make things right between us," I
answered truthfully without revealing the whole truth.  I'm good at those.

"So is everything cool now?"

"Yep.  All good.  I forgave him," Lonny replied with a smile that if you
were paying attention might have given away what we'd just been up to.

"Sweet."  I left the boys to pick out their cars and went back into the
house.  God, I really wanted to run back down there and rape the shit of
Lonny in front of the other two.  I wonder if that might be a fantasy he'd
enjoy.  I'll make a note to ask him...after I've done it.

After dinner, Colton and Stone surprised us and came over with their
personal assistant for the day.

"Joey, this is Justin and Colin.  They're Blake's Dads," Colton said
introducing us.

"Nice to meet you," he said politely.  "Blake?  You mean Blake Blake?"

"The one and only," Stone laughed.  I raised an eyebrow curiously but just
got a smile from the guys.

"I can see the resemblance.  He looks a lot like you," Joey said to me.

"Thanks.  So you're Colton and Stone's personal assistant for the day huh?
Blake is out performing his service to the community with Darren right now.
Either that or terrorizing him.  We won't know until tomorrow."

"Yeah, the guys told me.  Blake's in my Karate class.  We just moved here."

"From where?"  Colin asked.

"Oh, from here.  We were just in Burnaby, but we got a bigger house in
Vancouver, but it's too far to go to the same school and stuff."

"Well welcome to the neighborhood anyway.  Have the guys been getting their
money's worth out of you as their assistant?"  Colin asked.

"I'll say we have.  He cleaned my whole room," Colton grinned.

"It needed it.  His maid won't even go in there without hazard pay," Stone
teased.

"It's not that," Colton retorted.  "I just don't want her touching my shit
and putting it where I can't find it."

"As opposed to piling it on your floor?"

"Exactly," Colton grinned.

"Colton didn't even let Joey have a shovel for all the crap he had to pick
up," Stone joked.

"My room wasn't that bad."

Both of the other guys laughed.  "It was pretty bad dude.  You had like
four loads of laundry to do," Stone told him.

"That's just because I have a system.  If it's on a chair or table, it's
only been worn once.  If it's on the floor it's probably still clean and if
it's in the corner, it's dirty."

"That's not a system.  It's a hurricane site," Stone replied.  "At least he
now has a closet full of clothes again.  You guys wanna have a game of
pool?"

"Sounds good to me," Colin agreed.

It'll be me and Justin against Stone and Colin.  "Okay Joey, you're the
assistant.  Rack it up and then go clean the kitchen until we need you."

Joey went to get the rack from under the end of the table to set up the
balls.

"Dude!  What are you doing?"  Stone barked at him.

"Setting up the balls," he said stopping dead in his tracks.

"Have you forgotten rule number one?"

"Over here too?"

"It's rule number one dude!"  Stone reiterated.

"What's rule number one?"  I asked.

"He has to be naked while doing chores."

"Seems like a good rule," I nodded.

"Blake follows that rule, chores or not," I laughed.

Joey looked at me.  "Blake runs around naked here too?"

"I think Blake would go to school like that if we let him.  And what do you
mean by here too?  Where else does he run around naked?"  I asked
curiously.  Other than at Colton's place, the pool change rooms, probably
Cory's place, Brody's room, and Scout camp.  Never mind.  Asked and
answered.

"Just when he's changing for karate," Joey replied.  "He's a bit of a show
off."

"A bit?"  Colin grinned.  "That's an understatement."

Joey began removing his shirt, pants, shoes and socks, leaving him in only
his underwear.  Colton snapped his fingers and Joey looked at him and then
at us.

"Relax, you don't have to worry about some chick showing up.  It's only
guys over here.  Justin and Colin have seen me and Stone naked tons of
times."  He left it at that and didn't elaborate as to just how naked we
got with each other.  Joey lowered his underwear and put his clothes on the
nearest chair.

"What should I do first?"  He asked with his hand over his crotch.

Just go see if there are any dishes to do and dust the counters, maybe
sweep the floor," Stone told him and Joey ran off to the kitchen quickly
probably happy to have the island between him and us.

"He's cute, right?"  Colton asked as we played pool and glanced over at
Joey working in the kitchen.

"Very," I agreed.  "You fuck him yet?"

"No.  We're not completely sure if he's gay or not.  I mean he did get a
boner when Stone and I blew each other in the pool, but he could just be a
frustrated virgin.  We're gonna fuck him tonight though.  He just doesn't
know it yet.  A good spit roasting for several hours should help him
decide."

I laughed.  "That should help him decide, alright."

"I know, right?  If he's gay we'll be able to pretty much go all night.
But if he's not, then we'll just go until we all cum.  Of course in the
morning it'll mean we'll only get to screw him for an hour instead of going
until noon."

"The force is with you, young Skywalker.  But you are not a Jedi yet."

"What?"

"Nothing.  Just let me know how he is."

"I know this might sound wrong, but I think it'd be hot to see him and
Blake together.  Joey is funny just like Blake, and they both go to the
same school, and live only a short distance apart."

"So you think we need to get someone who will give Blake MORE sex?  Not
sure he has time for that, and I'm not sure I'd have the time to hear about
it from him."

We kept playing pool and Colton seemed especially horny today.  Each time
we stood to watch one of the others take a shot, Colton was rubbing up
against me, using up all my personal space.  Not that I mind in the
slightest, but when he got behind me and popped the top button on my pants
and slid his hand inside, pulling me into a hug, I had to pat him on the
ass.

"Not getting laid enough?  Hey Stone!  What's with the boyfriend?  You not
giving it to him enough?  If his hands get any lower we're gonna be
dating."

"Yeah, he's been like that all day.  I think it's that time of the month
again," he laughed.

"What time of the month is that?"

"He's in heat.  Usually happens about one week per month.  The dude needs
sex 24/7 to keep him calm."

"Well, that solves that," Colin laughed.  "We don't need to take you to the
doctor after all Justin.  That's what you have.  Maybe if we can get your
cycles to match up, Stone and I can have a week to ourselves."

"Be careful what you wish for honey," I teased as I turned around and
pulled Colton tight against me and kissed him with so much tongue I think I
sucked some of the energy out of the boy as he stumbled slightly when I let
him go.  "Now whose turn is it?"

"Colton, you're up," Stone said.

"I know that, but Justin asked whose turn it was," he giggled as he
adjusted himself.

Colton told Joey to bring us over some drinks and re-rack the table once
the game was done.  As we waited, Colton stood up against me and pushed his
hand back into my pants as he lowered the zipper and got access to the
inside of my underwear.

"You get that hard and you're gonna have to deal with it," I warned.

"I'm okay with that.  Colin, you can have Stone for a bit if I can have
Justin."

"Take him home with you if you like," Colin offered with a smirk.

Joey brought the drinks down on a tray.  "I didn't know what kinds you
wanted so I brought a bunch of different ones," he said and then stopped
dead in his tracks as he saw Colton with his hands inside my pants
basically jerking me off.  "Ummm, I'll... I'll just leave the tray here and
be in the kitchen," he stammered as he scrambled to put the tray on the
nearest table.  I could see his penis beginning to inflate as he turned and
raced back behind the island and got back to work.

"You know that boy is gonna have PTSD by the time you let him go home,
right?"

"And a sore ass and mouth on top of it," Colton joked as he took his hand
out of my pants.  Now it was my turn to adjust myself, as I zipped my pants
back up.  We had another game and then invited Joey to join us.  I stepped
back to let him play and the guys were nice enough to let him get dressed,
which I think he appreciated.  Colton made a point of sitting on my lap a
few times as he waited for his turn, making it obvious that we were
comfortable with each other.  I mean I like it, I just found it a bit
unusual that he wasn't naked and down between my legs already.  Maybe he
was just testing Joey's reactions.  That would make a ton of sense.

I think he confirmed that as they left and Colton kissed me. "We'll see you
tomorrow after Joey goes home and Blake gets back.  Maybe we can have
another hot tub orgy?  I'll text you," he said loudly as they headed out to
their not so secret entrance through the fence.

Colin put his arm around my shoulder.  "That kid looked positively
terrified."

"I say Joey was probably more excitedly nervous and can't wait to lose his
virginity."

"I'm not sure a nine inch dick is the best way to start," Colin laughed.
"I wonder if Blake is getting the same treatment from Darren."

"You got that backwards, honey.  Blake is giving Darren the treatment."

He nodded as we went back inside.  I have to say the kitchen have never
looked cleaner.  We had the night to ourselves, since everyone else had
plans, so we went out to dinner and a show and then hung out in a nice bar
for a couple hours having some drinks together.  I was sufficiently relaxed
by the time we got home where Colin and I made love for several hours
before snuggling up against each other to fall asleep.  There was no rude
awakening, no noise from the rest of the house, just peace and quiet.  Talk
about boring, but a nice change for once.  We had a leisurely breakfast
with each other and made a few plans for some upcoming trips.  We wanted to
go back to England again and Colin thought it would be nice if we all took
a huge family vacation for Christmas instead of spending it here.  We
calculated that if we took everyone, that we'd need to use a bigger plane
than the jet as it wouldn't seat all of us.  I thought back to when it was
only Jason and me with our Mom and Dad.  The family seemed so small back
then.  Now I have Colin and Blake, along with Jason and his family,
J.P. and Ryan, Troy, Kyle and Chance, Ben, Cory and Sheila, as well as
Mary, J.P.'s Mom.  Then with my own parents, that was 19 people, and that
was without including Colin's side of the family which would add another 5
with his Mom and Dad, brother Carter and his wife Daphne as well as their
baby.  Now we're up to 24.  I'm wondering if this trip would be like trying
to evacuate a small city as far as logistics goes.

We had gotten a lot of fun planning done when the front door burst open and
a hurricane blew in at full speed.  At least it was wearing clothes.
"Thanks Henry!"  Blake yelled out the door as he slammed it shut behind
him.  Well, there goes the peace and quiet.  "I'm HOME!"  he yelled as he
dumped his backpack at the entrance and headed towards us in the kitchen.

"Really? We'd have never known with all the noise you're making," Colin
said smiling at him.

"Oh, puh-lease!  You missed me, you know it."

"Only because it was so quiet around here we could actually get some sleep.
How was it over at Darren's.  Does he need therapy or were you a good
assistant?"  Colin asked as he sat beside us.

"I was a great assistant.  The best there has every been in the history of
assistants.  I probably did more assistanting than any other person who was
bought this weekend."

"Sounds like some fake news there, Mr. Trump," Colin laughed.  "I'm
assuming you behaved yourself."

"Define behaved myself?"  Blake asked staring at him, as if he were the
psychologist in the family.

"Polite around his parents.  Kept things PG with your clothes on.  Gave
Darren the assistant he paid for and didn't try to take control."

"Okay. I was definitely polite around his parents.  They said I was
charming and a very nice young man.  So I fooled them pretty good huh?"

"I'll say," I said under my breath.  Blake just glared at me before
continuing.

"I kept my clothes on when we weren't in Darren's bedroom, but we got naked
a lot in there.  He let me sleep with him too so we had to have sex, which
was wicked fun, but I didn't make any noise as he said his parents might
hear.  So I'd say I was the perfect assistant.  What did you guys do while
I was gone?  Were you bored and stuff?"

"No.  Stone and Colton came over to play pool," I told him.

"Did they bring their assistant?  Did you meet Joey?"

"Yep.  He played pool with us too," I admitted, leaving out the other
details.

"He's cute huh?  Did he tell you, he joined my Karate class.  He's pretty
good too.  I might become friends with him but he's pretty shy.  He doesn't
talk very much or even change after class.  He always goes home in his
uniform."

"Maybe he just doesn't know anyone yet, so has no one to talk to," I
suggested, although I did notice he was pretty quiet around us.  That could
be because he was naked half the time and Colton was hitting on me the
other half.

"Yeah, I guess.  I'll see if he wants to be friends or something next time
I see him."

"So what are we doing today?  I'm kinda pooped but if you guys wanna go
somewhere I'd be up for it."

"Don't you have some homework that you should do first?"

"Probably, but if we're gonna do something more fun, I'd rather do that,"
he replied.

"Go do the homework and we'll see what time is left when you're done."

"Boring!" he said as he ran off to do it.  A couple hours later we heard
him resurface.

"Dad!" Blake yelled from the top floor as he we heard him running towards
the back stairs.  "Cory just called and... Ow!  He said as he tripped on
the top step and began rolling down the spiral steps.  Colin and I raced to
the kitchen to see if we could catch him.  "...called...ow! Damn it!  To
say he...shit!  Ow, ow!... got the lead...shit. Son of a bitch!...in the
school... Oww!  Owww!"  He landed at the bottom with a thud, and did one
final somersault before coming to stop on his back spread eagle looking up
at us. "..play!"  He waved as he smiled.

"Holy shit!  Are you alright?"  I asked as we both knelt down prepared to
offer mouth to mouth, or some sort of surgery.

He grinned.  "I'm fine.  I'm super flexible."

"Dude, you just fell down a flight of stairs," Colin said looking at him
carefully.  "Don't move until we make sure nothing's broken."

"Sure Dad, Ill just wait here until you check the metal staircase for
damage," Blake said lying his head back on the ground panting slightly.

"Dipshit!  I'm not checking the stairs, I'm checking you," Colin laughed
feeling Blake's legs and arms, only to get giggling from him.  "I'd say
he's fine."

"So what were you saying during the Olympic stair rolling routine?"  I
asked.

"Cory called and said he got the lead part in the school play.  Cool huh?"

"Yeah, awesome.  Which play?"

"Billy Elliott."

"So he's gonna be Billy?"  Colin clarified.  "I didn't know he could
dance."

"I think he's been taking lessons and stuff.  He's pretty good actually.
Plus he sounds super funny with an English accent.  He's trying to be
authentical.  We're gonna work on his lines together.  I'd have tried out
for a part, but I'm already a major actor and I think the school play is
only for amateurs."

He might be stretching it a bit with the `major' actor thing, although in
the last episode of Blurred lines he had a lot more screen time, and when
they did the scene at the pool, Blake excitedly pointed out how big a stud
Duane was with all the girls in school.  His followers on his social media
sites also jumped considerably after that episode, and we had to quickly
remind him not to post nude shots of himself.  We got the usual, `duh!',
before he added that he had already put up lots of pictures of him at the
beach with his friends.  He may actually become a teen idol if this keeps
going.  God, we'll have to get a bigger house for his ego.

"So are you actually okay?"  Colin asked.

"Yeah!  That's a super fast way down the stairs."

"Just don't make it a habit, please.  Last thing we need is broken bones."

"Or broccoli.  We don't need that either," he said grinning.  "I need a
good stiff drink."

"How about a hot chocolate?"  I suggested.

"With mini marshmallows?"

"Uh, of course!  How else would it become a stiff drink?"

Colin suddenly grabbed Blake's right leg and lifted it up.  "Umm, what is
that on your toe?"  He asked surprised.

"Oh, that's a tattoo!"  He grinned.

"A real tattoo?"

"No.  It's just felt pen and we covered it with clear nail polish so it
wouldn't wash off.  Cool, huh.  I figure you guys all have one, so I should
too, but I'm not old enough to get a real one.  Me and Brody did it to each
other so we could be part of your secret club."

I quickly took a look at Blake's right toe and sure enough, there on the
big toe was the axe symbol tattoo of the `Q'.  "How do you know about any
secret club...if it's a secret?"  I asked.

"Oh puh-leez!  You guys talk about stuff around here all the time.  I know
everything about the secret club.  I even know what it's called and where
you have your secret meetings and stuff."

"How do you know that?"  Colin asked as we helped Blake to his feet.

"You know I can't tell you, right? It's a secret," he giggled.  "How about
you tell me what you know and I'll tell you whether you're right or not?"

"Nice try.  So does Brody know what the tattoo is for?"

"Yeah.  We both joined your club and went to check it out."

"You mean you both put tattoos on your toes like we have?"  Colin
clarified.

"Yeah, so we could be in the club too.  So am I getting that drink now?  I
just fell down an entire flight of stairs ya know!  Can we watch the Billy
Elliott movie too?  I think it would be good to know so I can help Cory
with his practicing and stuff.  He'll need an acting coach and since I'm a
professional, I volunteered."

The professional acting coach, secret club infiltrator, along with Colin
and I made the hot chocolate before heading in to watch the movie Billy
Elliot.  I have to admit I always liked that movie and I can see Cory doing
a great job at it.  Ain't nowt the little twat wouldn't be able to do with
it.  As long as he avoids the `anky panky, he won't look like a right
wanker!  See, I know my British speak.  I ain't shite at it ya kna!

Blake sipped his drink as he cuddled between us on the big couch.  "Are you
guys gonna go to the Secret Club Party on Friday night?  Me and Brody were
thinking of going.  We should all go together," he said casually.

I knew that there was a party planned at the mansion but he could have just
been guessing to spill details.

"First you're not going to any adult party on Friday night. And second,
what party?"  Colin said looking at him.

"Geez, Dad.  For someone who is supposed to be in charge of it, you sure
don't know much, eh?  The `Q' is having a fund raising party at the mansion
on Friday night.  Brody and I already told the guys we'd be there.  Plus we
like the fun sex place in the basement.  We met lots of new people there
and they showed us tons of fun things that we never knew before.  They
thought we were to young to be members at first, but once we showed them
our tattoos, they knew we belonged, and once they found out I was your kid,
they treated me extra special.  So are we going to the party together or
what?"

I looked at Colin and he looked at me and our whole bodies must have gone
cold at the same time.  It appeared that Blake knew a lot about the `Q' and
now so did his boyfriend.  Not only that he'd actually been to the mansion
joined in.  Something tells me we're gonna have to change our security
procedures shortly.


End of Chapter.

Blake, a member of the `Q' at 13?  Is this the end of the `Q'?  Will Blake
and Brody vanish into the underworld?  Tune in next time... same `Q' time.
Same `Q' channel!  And does anyone know how to get felt pen and clear nail
polish of a toe?  Just asking...  comments and suggestions continue to be
welcome at outinwest@gmail.com.  It's time to shake things up a bit.  Watch
for some significant things to happen with the guys in the chapters to
come.  Thanks for reading and sticking with the Society Boys!