Date: Thu, 19 Mar 2020 08:54:10 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 176

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 176

It was the day before school started and Blake had run off to a diving
practice that the coach had called to get things set up for the year.  When
he returned, he seemed more excited than usual, if that's even possible.

"How was practice?"

"Great.  Got a new suit as the one I had was a little too small now.  I
guess I've grown, but then so have a lot of the guys.  Coach had us do some
stretching exercises and then show him our best dive.  He said some of us
looked rusty.  I don't think it's rust, though.  We're probably just extra
tan from the summer."

"How did you do?"  Colin asked.

"Awesome.  Well, half awesome.  I over rotated and hit the water a little
off vertical.  I think I was just nervous.  We have a lot of new guys
trying out this year, and I think we'll be a solid team. One guy is like
ten feet tall, and he's only 16."

"Ten feet tall?  That must be a world record," Colin said trying not to
laugh.

"Maybe six foot four or five, but he's super tall.  He's also super cool.
After practice we hit the showers and just out of nowhere he got a boner
and started jerking off.  Right there under the shower.  I mean he didn't
even care that others were there."

"Sounds like your kinda guy," I teased.

"I'll say.  His penis is as big as my arm," he said lifting it up and
grabbing at the elbow as a visual reference.  His balls were so big, I
thought he was carrying a bowling ball."

"Sounds like diving might be the wrong sport for him with those tiny
speedos," I joked.  Either Blake was now into his exaggeration phase, or
this new guy had some very weird measurements.

"He said he was on the football team at his old school, and only did diving
as a hobby, but wanted to learn more this year.  He told the guys that the
football team always had circle jerks after games to unwind, and that it
would be a good thing for all of us to do.  Dude you shoulda seen it when
he came.  I think it went clear across the showers and hit the wall like a
bullet.  I'm pretty sure it smashed through a couple tiles.  Yeah, this is
gonna be a great year."

"Sounds like this new boy is even more outgoing than you.  You have
competition," Colin joked.  I was more interested in cum that went as fast
as a bullet into tile.

"Puhleez!"  he said rolling his eyes.  "I went and talked to him afterward
to welcome him.  I let him know that I thought it was cool that he was so
open around everyone, and that I liked people that weren't shy.  Jalen,
that's his name, said if I ever wanted to hang out with him, I could."

With diving practice details out of the way, we went to prepare dinner.  I
realized that I didn't get a lot of details about the actual practice, just
the showers afterward.  I wonder if all the parents were getting that
story.  Probably not, if the boys all got erections watching the new kid
jerk off in front of them.  I might have to stop by and introduce myself to
him one day soon.  I wouldn't want to disturb their practice, so maybe I'll
swing by the locker room once they're done, you know, just because I like
to know the people Blake hangs out with.  I don't want bad influences in
his life.

The first day of school finally arrived and Blake bounced down the main
stairs, dropping his backpack at the door, before coming to breakfast.

"Morning!"  He said as he grabbed the cereal and filled the bowl.

We all acknowledged him.  "That's quite the new look for school," Colin
told him.  He was wearing black cargo shorts, and his new v-neck t-shirt
that was so tight you could clearly see the nipple ring through it.  He had
made sure to put on ankle socks as well.  He accessorised by wearing the
jaguar tooth around his neck, perfectly placed so it fell into the `V' of
the t-shirt, and had his hoop earring in.  He was wearing his good watch
and the blue junior `Q' bracelet on the same arm, as well as a ring on his
pinky finger.  If I didn't know he was 14, I would have easily guessed 16
or 17, he looked so mature.

"I'm guessing the ankle socks and shorts are to show off the tattoo?"  I
asked.

"Of course!"  He beamed.  "Also wearing my new underwear as I have gym
class today.  Guys are gonna be so jealous when they check them out."

"Nice to see you in clothes again," Colin remarked complimenting him.  He
had three weeks worth of hair grown back, so it still wasn't a lot, but at
least he wasn't completely bald anymore.  He'd been using the tanning booth
every day to keep his darker complexion, so if he'd had his long hair it
would have really stood out.  I can't wait for that to come back.  I'm sure
he'll be the talk of the school, especially since I had no doubt he'd relay
his unfiltered summer adventure to everyone.  As breakfast was done, he
dumped the dishes in the dishwasher, without even being reminded.  What?
It's a miracle!  We've finally screwed the stupid out of him.

"I'll give you ride to school, Blake," I offered.

"It's okay, Dad.  Troy is taking me in my car.  Gotta make a good
impression for the first day.  Can't be showing up with parents.  I still
love ya though.  Darcy's coming over after school so we can do more karate
before we're back in the dojo.  Sensei is gonna be impressed by how much
I've learned.  Do you say learned or learnt?  I never know."

"And that's why you go to school," I replied without answering.  Mainly
because I didn't know either.  "Do you want picking up after school?"

"No thanks, got it covered."  And just like that our `man' was off to
school.  I had University, so it was nice to catch up with everyone again
and see how their summer had gone.  Most had just stuck around B.C. and
done things like camping or sports.  Neither, Nate, Kent or Rory let on
that they had been pledging for the `Q' and didn't even hint at any of the
activities associated with it.  I guess straight boys CAN keep secrets.
I'd have to remember to ask them how their pledge thing was going as I am
only supposed to know about the event I was invited to with the three of
them, so technically I had no idea that Kent had dropped out at this point
or that they'd had more fun at the lake.  They were riveted to my Amazon
stories.  I left out some of the more graphic things like me squealing like
a scared little girl at the electric eel I'd caught.  I did notice one
major difference that pissed me off.  They had installed security cameras
at the door to the exit for the stairwell.  Damn.  Now I have to find
another place to take the horny university boys.  Some asshole screwed it
up for all of us by making it a hook up spot.  You don't think they'll
blame me, do you?  I could just bring a cool car to school everyday and
give the boys a ride.  We'll call it this semester's ride for a ride
program.  Now where are the freshmen?

I had three classes this semester as I wanted to pack everything in and get
this done.  Nate was in two of them, so at least that was good to have him
around.  We agreed to partner again for the assignments as we'd worked well
together so far, and if we're gonna open a practice together it makes sense
we know how each other thinks.  I'd ask him how he felt about that, but it
seemed stereotypical somehow.  With a full curriculum, I headed home to
study and was pleasantly surprised to see Colin already there.  Normally he
doesn't get in until later.  If it wasn't for the fact he owned the
company, your first thought is `oh my god, did he get fired?'  I showed him
all the things I was taking this semester and was just getting into it when
the front door burst open.  Cue the A-Team theme music.

"I'm home!  Kneel before Zod...and be naked!"  Blake yelled.

"He's finally delusional," I said to Colin as I shook my head.  Blake
bounced over to us and stopped to be greeted.

"How was the first day?"  Colin asked.

"Great!  Best first day ever, except for all the boring classes and stuff.
Everyone loved my tattoo and piercing, but I think they all preferred my
long hair.  I do too, but shit is what shit is.  Is Kyle home yet?  He's
bringing Darcy over on his bike so we can train."

"Not yet."

"He can stay for dinner, right?"

"Sure.  He lives here so we're kinda obligated to feed him," I replied.
Colin laughed and nudged me in the side.

"Not Kyle!  Darcy!  God, sometimes you try too hard, Dad.  If you're
thinking of being a stand-up comedian... DON'T!"

"Oh.  He's welcome anytime.  How were classes?  Teachers?"  I asked.

"Classes were just classes and teachers are just teachers," he said giving
us his usual gripping details.  He hung out showing some of his text books
and the `homework' he'd gotten already.  Not so much for him but for us.
Mostly paperwork to sign for various things.

We didn't have to wait long before the other guys arrived and joined us.
Blake immediately began quizzing Darcy.  "How cool did you feel riding off
on Kyle's bike?"

"I was nervous.  I've never been on a bike before, so that was kinda
scary," he replied as Chance joined us and gave his boyfriend a kiss.

Kyle laughed.  "He held on so tight I think I might have two broken ribs
and a crushed spine."

"Sorry.  I just didn't wanna fall off," he apologized. "Oh, thanks for
letting me use your leather jacket for the ride, Blake.  Kyle said it would
protect me," he said as he took it off and handed it back.

"No worries.  You can use that and my helmet anytime.  Let's go change and
train before dinner.  Dads said you could stay.  Then maybe we can go
bowling on our new lanes," Blake said, bringing our conversation to an end
as they took off.

"I like Darcy," Kyle said.  "Is there something going on between him and
Blake?"

"As far as I know they're only friends," I admitted without betraying
Darcy's confidence.

"Hmmm I might be wrong, I just thought they might be fooling around.  Is he
gay?"

"He's pretty shy, so I'm not sure he'd have the nerve to try anything even
if he knew," I answered the best I could.

"Well, he's cute.  Send him to me and I'll help him figure it out," Kyle
grinned.  "I mean he already fused himself to me on the bike."

"I'll pass along the offer," I laughed.

"Did everyone get Blake's new schedule?"  Kyle inquired.

"His school schedule?"  Colin asked.

"More like his life schedule.  It has his school start and end times, along
with his activities and where he needs to be everyday.  I see he's added
drama club to karate, diving, and junior Q.  The section I like is who he's
sleeping with each night.  Ben is Monday.  Chance and I are Tuesday.
J.P. is Wednesday.  Troy gets Thursday.  You two have Sunday, while Friday
and Saturday are apparently reserved for sleepovers with friends."

"That's what he thinks," Colin chuckled.  "Of course, if we wear him out
every night, he might not want sex after a couple weeks."

"How's that working out for the rest of us?  I'm pretty sure I won't get
tired of sex until I'm at least 35," Kyle said, with all of us agreeing.
"You do realize he's more likely to wear us out than the other way around."

"Maybe we get him another boyfriend, or girlfriend, or both, to keep him
busy," Chance suggested.  "That's our mission.  Find him someone to screw
every day other than us."

"Speaking of getting busy.  How are you and Razor getting along?"  I asked
Ben.

"Great.  Sticking as friends with benefits for now.  I think Cade is
jealous as he keeps asking if he can join us when we go out."

"How's that working out?"  Kyle asked.  "Isn't Cade in the Junior "Q' with
you, and Razor isn't?"

Ben just grinned.  "Let's just say it's a good thing the JQ has the secrecy
thing.  Neither guy knows I'm having sex with the other one.  Cade is a red
band, so he's screwed me several times and loves to suck, while Razor is
totally loving being a bottom when he gets the opportunity.  I'd say when
he gets the `chance', but I don't need Chance fucking Razor," he giggled.

"You realize if they ever figure it out, they may just cut out the middle
man," J.P. remarked.

"I'm good.  Apparently, I have Blake on Monday nights anyway."

"You know, we should probably hire a female housekeeper or something to
maybe help slow down all the sex around here," Kyle suggested.  "Has anyone
noticed that we do more of that than anything else?"

"And you're just cluing in now?"  I laughed.  "We met you what, 4 years
ago, when you were just coming out at 15 and desperately trying to get
laid.  I remember you drooling all over Aaron back then."

"Shit that seems like a lifetime ago.  I guess you guys showed me
everything."

"That's why he's such a slut," Chance laughed.

"You know what it is?" Kyle added.  "It's because we all share.  I mean if
we were monogamous, we'd only have sex with the one guy we're with, but
around here, everyone does everyone else.  I mean look at Darcy.  Who
thinks that they'll end up having sex with him at some point?"

We all put our hands up, including Colin.  I looked at him and smiled.
"Really?  You think Darcy's cute too, huh?"

"I know you.  You'll get Darcy into bed, and somehow you'll drag me into it
and before you know it, I'm balls deep in the boy."

I nodded.  "He's probably right about that.  But we don't even know if
Darcy is into boys or not."

"Like that's ever stopped us before," Kyle reasoned.  "Maybe we wouldn't be
as slutty if we only had sex with our partners."

"Wait!"  Ben remarked.  "Are you saying being slutty is a bad thing?  I'm
confused because I was planning on letting you two fuck me right after we
finished dinner.  Is that off now?"

"No!"  Kyle said with a big grin.  "I mean we'd have to pass a resolution
to limit sex first, then vote on it and make amendments, and then
recirculate the idea; get at least a three-quarter vote majority for it to
pass.  Things like that could take years.  I was just suggesting an idea to
put forward for future generations."

"So, we're like the government?"  J.P. asked.

"Exactly.  The house government," Kyle grinned.  "Anyone second my proposal
to limit sharing of the guys we bring home?"

No one seconded it.

"Alright then, motion is defeated.  Back to slutty it is.  Ben, meet us in
our room in ten minutes," Kyle said as he stood up with Chance.

"Yes!  This slut is getting some action," Ben laughed as he helped clear
the dishes.

"That was close," I said looking at Colin.  "We were almost monogamous.
Things like that could change the world as we know it.  Boys all over the
world might miss out on great opportunities."

Speaking of opportunities...Darcy found an opportunity to come talk to me
when they were between things they were doing.  "Think I could drive one of
the cars again.  I had so much fun last time."

"Sure.  How's the practicing being naked going?"

"Huh?"  At home and stuff?  I tried it but it's not the same as being naked
around others.  I mean I see myself without clothes all the time.  I tried
being naked one night, but I couldn't sleep.  My penis rubbed against the
sheets and it kept me awake.  I was scared it might...you know...make a
mess everywhere."

"It takes a little getting used to.  Perhaps we should have you practice
around others then.  Maybe another party?"

"No thanks," he grinned.  "Once was enough for that."

"Okay.  How about for every minute you're naked around me, I'll let you
drive for the same amount of time."

"Like just get naked in front of you?"

"No, that wouldn't help your nerves at all.  You'd be watching the clock
the entire time wondering when you could get dressed.  How about you go
skinny dipping with me, or we take a few laps on the running track without
clothes?  We could even just play some pinball or watch a movie.  Anything
to focus your attention away from the fact you aren't dressed."

"We could go driving at night," he grinned.

"I'm not following," I frowned.

"I could drive naked, and then I'd get to drive forever if your deal is one
minute naked for one minute of driving."

"Now that I'd enjoy.  Not sure the cops would if they pulled us over
though."

"Oh yeah, forgot that hitch.  Damn, I thought I had that one figured out.
I'd totally be focused on driving and not being naked that's for sure."

"That's what everyone says until they get road head and drive into a tree."

He laughed.  "God.  I have enough trouble concentrating on driving.  If I
got a blowjob while driving, I'd be done.  I think I could try the skinny
dipping thing.  It might be the easiest since you're underwater."

"Done.  I'll pick you up after school whenever you want and we'll see if we
can't get out of your shell a bit."

"And my clothes?"  He grinned.  "How about the day after tomorrow?"

"I'll be in the parking lot."

Blake and I drove Darcy home after dinner and he thanked us, not mentioning
anything about our arrangement.  Once Darcy was out of the car, Blake
turned to me and grinned.  "You're trying to have sex with him, aren't you?
Did I cock block you?"

"Is that your way of getting even for believing I did it to you at your
party?"  I said giving him a small smirk.

"Maybe.  Now you know how it feels.  I'm super extra gonna cock block you
if I get to fool around with him first."

"Are you sure he'd be into that?" I asked to see what he knew.

"No idea.  Maybe.  He's probably straight or he would have already wanted
me."

"Narcissist much?  Did he even get an erection around you?"  I inquired
wondering if something had happened.

"I dunno, but he will.  Even straight guys think I'm hot, Dad."

"Maybe when you had hair," I teased, as I reached over and rubbed his hair.

"And whose fault is that?" he laughed.

"Just be careful with Darcy.  He's a great guy but he's dealing with a lot
right now," I said seriously.

"Yeah, I know.  The bullies at his school and shit.  So not cool.  My
school woulda expelled those assholes already.  I told him I'd even help
him kick their asses, but he said we couldn't, as karate wasn't about
revenge."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I think he should kick their asses.  Karate is for defence and he needs to
defend himself against douchebag pricks like that.  One leg sweep and a
punch to the nuts, and it's over in seconds.  If it were me, I'd then roll
the fucktard over and give him an atomic wedgie just to show him how it
feels, but Darcy doesn't want to do that."

"What's an atomic wedgie?"  I asked feigning ignorance.

"That's where you yanked the guys underwear up hard and try to put it over
the back of his head.  Totally busts his nuts."

"Ouch."

"That's the point.  I might just go do it for him."

"You think that'll make him feel better if you fight his battles,
considering you're a couple years younger than he is?"

"Probably not, but it would make me feel better.  Plus, Darcy's my friend.
Buds stick together."

"Just let him handle it.  If he needs our help, I'm sure he'll ask."

Two days later, I picked Darcy up in the Bugatti and he quickly jumped into
the passenger's seat.  "You want to drive home?"  I asked before he got the
seatbelt fastened.

"I haven't earned it yet, have I?"  He asked looking at me.

"How about we consider driving from school a freebie anytime we go
driving?"

"Sweet."  We switched places as several kids took pictures of the car.  I
think Darcy was feeling pretty important as we took off.  "I was so excited
when I left your house that I couldn't sleep that night.  I had super wild
dreams, and had to masturbate like 10 times so my penis wasn't keeping me
awake.  I fell asleep in English class I was so tired, and when I woke up
it was hard again.  It's a good thing I wore super tight underwear."

We got home and parked the car back downstairs before heading up to the
pool.  "Okay, clothes off," I said looking at him.

"Right here?"  He asked surprised.

"Unless you'd like to get in the pool first and taken them off in there?"
I said trying not to sound too sarcastic.

He stripped to his underwear and waited.  I didn't hesitate to undress and
dove in the pool.  He dropped his underwear and jumped in before I
resurfaced.  "What do we do now?"  He inquired as he swam to the side of
the pool and hung on the edge.

"I dunno what you normally do in a pool, but I swim," I said as I headed
for the end of the pool and began to do laps.  He joined me and we did
several before stopping.

"This is actually pretty cool.  It's so different."

"Now you now why people enjoy it, and as easy as that, you've earned 10
minutes of driving."

He smiled at me and we splashed around for a while longer.  I think he'd
totally forgotten about his lack of clothes, until I suggested we hit the
hot tub.  He quickly put a hand on his crotch as we walked over and slid
into the warm water.  We talked about school and what sort of subjects he
liked as well as his favorite sports and general things like that as we
soaked.  I hitched up out of the water and sat on the side.  He just looked
at me, and quickly realized he was eye level with my crotch.

"You feeling emboldened yet?"

"What's that mean?"

"You feeling confident enough to sit up beside me?"

"Ummm, maybe in a minute."

"Boner?"

"Kinda, yeah.  I think the warm water does it.  I was fine in the cold
pool."

"Not like I haven't seen hundreds of boners, and you do know they count for
double time on our deal."

He looked at me and smiled.  "Why?"

"Well when it's hard, it's twice the size, so it should count for twice the
time," I reasoned.

He thought about it and slowly stood up and sat next to me.  His hand once
again over his crotch.

"Is it getting any easier being without clothes?"

"Some of it.  The pool was fun.  I think the hot tub would be okay too if
the water didn't make me erect."

"You know, it might not be the water that did that."

"Huh?"

"Could it be because I'm naked beside you and you just reacted naturally,
like any gay guy?"

"Uhhh, maybe I guess.  But I wasn't looking, I promise."

I stared into his eyes.  "You know you've said that a couple times when
we've been around naked guys.  It's totally normal to check someone out.
It's almost impossible not to."

"I guess, but they don't have boners."

"Maybe not straight boys, but I'll let you in on a little hint; around a
gay guy, it's almost a sign of flattery if the guy gets hard when you look
at him.  It means he appreciates you looking.  It's never anything to be
embarrassed about."

"Except if you're in school."

"Okay, I'll give you that," I smiled.  "How about you take the next step
and move your hand away.  Just relax, like this," I said as I put my hands
behind me and leaned back, allowing him an unobstructed view of my crotch.
I tried not to smile when he almost hypnotically looked.

He swallowed hard and took his hand away, revealing his erection to me for
the first time.  He stared up towards the ceiling, as I think he found it
easier than if he'd looked at me, or himself, as he did it.  He didn't lean
back, but for Darcy it was a pretty big move.  "Is that okay?"  He asked.

"Perfect.  See, the world didn't come to an end when you showed off what
you have.  In fact, I'd say you have a really beautiful penis.  Thanks for
being confident enough to let me see."

"It feels as if my heart is pounding out of my chest."

"It's the thrill of doing something bold like this that gets your
adrenaline pumping."

"It feels like I'm gonna pass out," he admitted as he leaned forward to
hide himself slightly.

I smiled.  "That took some courage, buddy, but I promise the more you do
it, the easier it gets.  Try again, only this time close your eyes and lean
back on your hands like I'm doing.  Count to ten and then open your legs
slightly.  If you do one thing at a time, eventually you'll just own the
bone."

"I'll try, but if I pass out, I hope you know CPR."

"Mouth to mouth?  I clarified with a smile.  "It's kinda my specialty.
Doesn't help your boner though.  Might even make it worse."

He gave a little snort of a laugh.  "I think a straight guy would let
someone die rather than give them mouth to mouth."

"Probably," I agreed as he closed his eyes and leaned back.  I could almost
hear him counting to ten before he slowly opened his legs.  I sat upright
and took my first good look at his package.  Nice size smooth round balls.
A six and a half inch circumcised erection on a completely straight shaft
with a decent mushroom head.  He didn't shave or trim his pubes, but
overall, I give it a 7 maybe 7 ˝ on the Justin scale of penises.  It'll
catch on...like that Kinsey scale or the Richter one.  He opened his eyes
and saw me looking at him.

"Can I sit up now?"  He asked almost begging.

"Sure.  See, it wasn't that tough was it."

 He let out a big breath of air.  "I've never shown it to anyone before.
Did you look at it?"

"Of course."

"Is it okay, like compared to others you've seen?"

"Darcy, it's perfect.  You may be worried about not being as tall as other
guys your age, but I can promise that your dick is bigger than a lot of
them.  Nothing to worry about in that department."

"Cool."  He said sitting forward and covering himself again before sliding
back into the hot tub.  I guess he had all he can handle for now.  I got
back in with him and we talked about his favorite videos games until he
said he was ready to get out and asked if we could go driving now.  I had
no idea how much time he'd earned on our deal, as I hadn't really been
tracking it.  As far as I was concerned, he could drive all he wanted, but
according to Darcy, he'd earned 52 minutes.  I wonder if he counted double
time for having an erection under water, or if the double time only counted
for when he was on the deck.  Obviously, I didn't question it.

By the time I dropped him off at home, he was as excited as any 16-year-old
driving a $400,000 car.

It was a few days later before he texted me again, apologizing that he'd
been busy with homework, and asked if he could go driving again tomorrow if
I were free.  I arranged to pick him up after school, and arrived in the
Ferrari Enzo, waiting in the front of the parking lot for him.  I like the
Enzo better than the F60, mainly because it's red, instead of the blue of
the F60.  Who knows, but in my mind, Ferrari's are red, plain and simple,
but then I'm not the car connoisseur.  I could have taken out the 620
concept car as it was red too, but the Enzo looked just way cooler.  I
guess it should for the price.  He saw me leaning against the car, and
picked up speed to run over to me.

"I love this car!"  He beamed.  It took very little time until some of the
kids began to gather around.  I still think it's funny how boys outnumber
the girls 10 to 1 when a cool car shows up.  The girls seemed more
interested in looking at the boys who were looking at the car.  Seems
sexist to me, but I guess there are still some stereotypes whether you want
to admit it or not.

We lifted both doors up and I've never seen that many pictures taken of
anything.  I'm guessing some social media accounts are about to get
flooded.  I wondered if we'd ever get out of there as the boys took selfies
with the car, and had friends take their pictures too.  Girls were
definitely placing a distant second to this activity.  Darcy was heading
for the passenger side when I cleared my throat and pointed to the driver's
side.  His whole face lit up and I thought it might crack from how big his
smile was.  When we finally drove off, Darcy was still grinning like he'd
won the Kentucky Derby, or whatever they have like that for cars.  Don't
worry, it'll sound like the Kentucky Derby when I start slapping his ass
and yelling `giddy-up!'

"Did you see their faces as I drove off?  Like they couldn't believe it."

"You'll be popular in no time, buddy," I remarked.

"Nah.  The cars will be popular.  I'll just be the guy they think they have
to get past to drive them."

Unfortunately, he wasn't wrong about that.  Straight boys will do almost
anything to drive a car like this.  Just look at the action I got back in
high school when Colin loaned us a car.  It was a total panty dropper, and
on a straight boy, that's quite an accomplishment.  Darcy would just be an
obstacle.

"How was school?"

"Same.  One asshole gave me a wedgie by my locker.  I'd go commando if I
didn't think it would only encourage them to yank my pants down and totally
expose me."

"The next time they grab you, you should just look at them and say `you
know, if you wanna see my dick that bad, just ask.  I'll be happy to whip
it out and show what a big one looks like."

"That would make it worse.  I'm doing my best to ignore it, and hope they
just get bored."

"I still say a few well-placed karate moves and they'd learn a lesson."  We
drove around for a while, before I asked him if he wanted to go back to my
house or head home.

"I'd like to come over to your place.  No one gets to my place until after
6 any way," he said eagerly.

We headed home, and switched drivers once we were in the driveway so I
could park the car back underground.  As we pulled in, Kurt was there
working on polishing some of the cars.  We put the Ferrari back where it
went and got out.  "Hey Kurt."

"Hey Justin.  Just catching up on polishing some of the cars.  A few of
them were getting a little dusty."

"They always look great to me," I smiled.  "This is Darcy.  He's a friend
of Blake's from karate.  He's been trying out some of the cars now that he
has his license."

"Cool.  That's one of the perks of this job.  I get to take a car out now
and then when I have a date.  Nothing impresses a girl more than one of
these."

"Or a big dick," I added with a grin.

"Double win for me then," Kurt replied without missing a beat.

"You work here?"  Darcy asked looking at Kurt standing there in nothing but
his trunk briefs and runners, his chest looking slightly sweaty from having
been working.

"Yeah, I've been doing this for a few years."

"Wicked.  Do you ever get pulled over when you drive them?  Justin and I
did the first time we went out."

"Sure, I get pulled over all the time, especially if I use the really
expensive cars.  Colin made me business cards so that I wouldn't have as
much trouble each time.  He went over to his pants on the counter and
pulled a couple out and gave them to us.  I smiled as I saw the Worthington
logo on it along with Kurt's name and position of Director of
Transportation.

"Nice title," I grinned.

"Colin thought it sounded cooler than car washer."

"True, plus you do more than that anyway.  You take them in for maintenance
and keep things running; and make schedules for them all.  I'd say the
title fits."

"Ummm, how come you're working in your underwear?"  Darcy asked as he
looked at Kurt.

"Yeah Kurt, how come you're in your underwear?"  I teased as I went up
behind him and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and pushed
them down.  Kurt stepped free and kicked them aside.  "There, that's more
like it."

Darcy quickly looked away as soon as Kurt was naked in front of him.

"What if I was cold?"  Kurt said looking back at me with a smirk.

"That's why you get to wear shoes.  This metal floor can definitely give
you a chill, but you feel pretty warm to me.  Your balls probably
appreciate being able to cool down.  Darcy, have you ever had a chance to
see an uncircumcised cock up close before?"

"Ummm, no.  Just in pictures," he said going back to his nervous stance
again.

"Well, now's your opportunity.  Kurt's got a nice one and he loves to show
it off, don't you?"

"Not usually, but around here it happens more times than you can count,"
Kurt said rolling his eyes as I reached around and took hold of it, pulling
his foreskin back to expose the head.

"Check it out.  What do you think?"  I asked as I pushed the skin back over
the head to make it disappear.

"Interesting," Darcy said trying not to focus on what was happening in
front of him.

"Take a feel and try it for yourself."  He stared as if he hadn't heard me
correctly.

"It's okay.  I can see how it works," Darcy replied.

"Just a warning.  You get it hard, you own it," Kurt said turning to look
at me.

"Sounds like something I'd enjoy owning.  We'll leave you to your work
though before I get too excited."

We left Kurt to the cars and headed into the playroom.  "Umm...he's
straight and he let you grab his dick?" Darcy asked as soon as we closed
the door.

"He's pretty comfortable around us.  Speaking of which, it's time for you
to work on that too.  Let's get those clothes off."

"What if someone comes home?"

"Then they'll see you naked and maybe ask if they can take a ride on the
Darcy express."

"What?"

"I'm joking.  But seriously, if anyone ever offers you a blowjob when they
see you naked, let them at it.  Every guys needs head."  We both stripped,
one of us more slowly than the other, and headed to one of the pinball
games.  At first, I stood beside him and slightly back a bit so I could not
only watch him play, but check out his fabulous ass.  Then I moved to the
side so I could see his penis swinging each time he hit the flippers on the
game.  We switched back and forth as we shared the game, and I could see
him checking me out too.  At least he wasn't apologizing for looking, which
is a step forward.  We spent about 45 minutes playing the games before I
suggested we go and find a car for him.  He picked up his clothes and went
to get dressed.

"Might as well leave `em off until you pick a car.  It could easily take
another five minutes, which adds to your time," I grinned as I headed to
the door.

"What if that Kurt guy is still in there?"  He asked pausing.

"I guess that will even things up pretty fast considering you saw him
naked.  Come on.  He's a straight boy.  What's the worst that could happen,
he talks cars and sports, and scratches his balls?"

"Shit," he said quietly as he followed me holding his clothes in his hand.
I think he was relieved to find that Kurt had left, and I'm sure I heard
him let out an audible sigh of relief.  He picked a car before getting
dressed in what seemed like high speed.  Not sure if that was still nerves
or just to get driving faster.  We cruised around for a short while before
dropping him at home.  I was surprised he stopped so soon and told him he
had at least another 20 minutes.  I still wasn't keeping a real track of
it, but I knew we hadn't been out for 45 minutes.

"I drove for 23 minutes before we came to the house," he replied.  "That's
all my time."

I didn't argue with him as he was taking this very seriously.

"When can I come over again?" He asked.

"Anytime, just text me.  I'm enjoying hanging out with you."

"Me too," he said as he thanked me and got out of the car.

A few days later, I got a surprise text from Darcy in the middle of the
afternoon asking if he could stop by.  I had only a half day of classes, so
I was already home.  I texted back that I was free and asked if he'd like
picking up.

`No. im at ur gate'

I immediately had ADAM open the main gates and went to the front door.
Darcy approached the house dressed in his school logo t-shirt and shorts.
"Did you just come from gym class or something?"  I asked smiling as he
approached.  Then changed my smile to one of concern as I could see he had
red bloodshot eyes.  "Are you okay?"

"They took my clothes," he said trying to be brave as I took him into the
house.

"In the locker room again?"

"Yeah.  The grabbed me in the hallway, took my backpack and yanked my shirt
off with everyone watching.  Then they carried me to the locker room and
took all the rest of my clothes.  They ripped up my underwear, and threw
the stuff out of my backpack all over the locker room.  One guy suggested
they throw me back into the hallway, but the others said they'd save that
for another time when there were more people around.  At least I had my gym
clothes in the locker room or I'd still be in there.  I didn't want to go
back to class as everyone saw them take my shirt.  I didn't feel like being
the school joke."

I pulled him against me and gave him a hug.  He hugged me back and I could
feel him melt at the embrace.  "I think it's time to make this shit stop.
Being pantsed in gym class is pretty much just a boy thing, but now this is
assault."

"Maybe I'm just the kind of guy shouldn't be alive if people hate me this
much," he said quietly.

My whole body went cold.  "Darcy, come sit with me for a minute."  We made
our way to the big couch in the great room and sat down side by side, and I
put my arm around him.  "What you just said kinda scared me.  Are you
thinking of harming yourself?"  I asked bluntly.  He didn't reply, but I
saw tears in his eyes.  Oh my god.  This was beyond serious.  I had my
first real psychological issue on my hands.  I needed a professional, and
not me pretending to be one.  If he kills himself on my watch, I'm never
gonna graduate.

"What would it matter if I wasn't around?  No one would miss me."

"I'd miss you, and I sure know Blake would miss you.  He's been so excited
that he gets to train with you.  He talks about it all the time.  You
already know I think highly of you."

"You're just saying that."

"I know you're have a tough emotional time with everything happening at
school, but what if that went away?  Who would Darcy be if the bullies
weren't in your life?"

"I dunno.  The invisible man."

"Really?  What about those kids you teach karate to?  Wouldn't they miss
their sensei?"

"There's always lots more to jump in and teach them."

"I'm sure that several of those kids look up to you as someone important in
their lives.  What about Blake?  He's stoked to have you teaching him
things."

"Blake wouldn't miss me.  He's got so many friends that I'd be forgotten
instantly if I disappeared."

"Blake picks his friends very carefully, and he'd be a wreck if anything
happened to you.  What about your Mom?  How would she feel if something
ever happened to you?"

"She'd be pissed."

"Exactly," I nodded.

"No, I mean she'd be pissed that she had to take time out of her day to
have a funeral for me and spend money to send me to the crispy fryer."

"Crispy Fryer?"  I asked.

"Cremation place," he clarified.

"Can we look at this another way?  What would your ideal life look like if
you could build it?"

"I'd really just want lots of great friends that liked me for who I am.
They'd be the type of friends that were there for each other no matter
what.  Oh, and they should probably be cool with me being gay."

"Anything else?"

"Sure.  I'd love to have a cool boyfriend that I could walk down the halls
holding hands with, and everyone would think we're the best couple in the
entire school."

"Those sound like the perfect goals to me.  Now the tough question.  Do you
think you'd be able to get all those things if you gave up and weren't
around anymore?"

"No, but then I also wouldn't have to face all the crap I deal with.  It's
bad enough at school, but then I can't even talk to my Mom or step Dad, as
they just tell me to grow up and stop whining about things."

"Do you feel comfortable talking to me?"

"Sure.  That's why I came over here instead of going home.  I like talking
to you."

"I enjoy talking to you too.  Let's try to sort thing out.  What do you
think is the biggest problem affecting you right now?"

He shrugged. "I dunno."

"I think you do.  What gives you the most trepidation in a day?"

"Trepidation?"

"Agitation.  Fear about something that is going on."

"Oh.  That's easy.  The bullies."

"Okay, so that's issue one.  What else makes you feel unhappy?"

"My douchebag of a step Dad."

"Good.  What else?"

"I dunno maybe being gay, or being short," he shrugged.

"Which one bothers you more than the other?"

"I guess being short?  I mean that's kinda why I get picked on by the
bigger guys.  Plus no one but you knows I'm gay.  I'm not even sure why I
told you."

"Could it go back to what you said earlier?  That you find it easy to tell
me things?"

"I guess.  Plus when I met you, we were mostly naked, and you said you were
gay, so I figured you'd be okay to try telling," he said honestly.

"How did it feel when you told me?"

"I'd never said it out loud before, so it felt like it wasn't me saying it,
and I was super nervous admitting it.  Once I did, it was kind of a relief
to finally tell someone.  I was looking stuff up on the internet, and lots
of people said it got better once they came out."

"It can be.  Do you believe that it will?" I asked.

"I'm not sure.  I think it would just give the bigger kids more to pick on
me for.  Right now, they just do it because I'm smaller.  If they had a
real reason, it could get way worse."

He had obviously thought this through quite a bit.  "Does the fact that I
know, make you more or less comfortable around me?"

"I'm more comfortable when it's just you and me as I don't have to be
careful what I say, but I'm still a little nervous when we're in a group,
in case you say something and tell them I'm gay."

"I promised I'd never do that," I repeated.

"I know, but you're so comfortable being gay, that I think maybe you'll
forget I'm not like you.  Like when Kyle came in the room and he saw my
boner and you let him.  Then downstairs with that straight guy, Kurt.  You
asked me if I wanted to feel his penis.  Would you have said that if I were
a straight boy?"

I smiled.  "When you get to know me better, you'll actually know that the
answer to that is yes.  Kurt may be straight, but he's been around long
enough that it doesn't bother him anymore.  I got him and his best friend
to feel each other so they knew what a different penis felt like.  Around
here it doesn't matter if you're gay, straight, or undecided.  We treat
everyone the same, and they're always free to say yes or no to anything."

"Oh.  I guess I felt like you'd sorta told him that I was gay by asking me
to feel his penis."

"Sorry.  I'll try to be more careful in the future."

"Thanks.  When I was checking things out online, I read that if everyone
knows you're gay, and someone attacks you, it could be considered a hate
crime.  Is that true?"

"It has that potential.  Without anyone knowing you're gay, it might be a
stretch to call what's happening to you a hate crime.  You'd have to get
them to say that they were picking on you for that reason, and only that
reason, for it to be a true hate crime.  But if it was recorded, it could
go a long way to making shit stop permanently."

"You're saying I should tell everyone I'm gay?"

"I would never say that.  That choice must always be yours to make."

"You're gonna be a good shrink.  You give advice without actually saying
anything.  Would you stop being the doctor guy now, and maybe say what
you'd do if you were in my shoes."

"I'd say, damn what am I doing in these shoes?  They totally don't match my
outfit."

"That's funny," he said giving me the first smile I'd seen today.  I like
that side of him.

"Okay, you want it straight?  No pun intended?"

"Definitely!"

"I think I'd agree with what Blake said to me after you told him about the
bullies.  He said he'd kick their asses and make sure they never got back
up."

"From what I've learned about Blake, that sounds exactly like him.  That
dude's not scared of anything is he?"

"You'd be surprised, but I will say that he's very confident most of the
time.  Sometimes over confident."

"Is that what you'd do?  Kick their asses, even though they'd probably keep
coming back to get me more, considering there's four of them."

"I've thought about this a lot since you explained your whole situation,
and I'll tell you what I've thought about.  I am NOT saying you should do
any of it.  I'm only saying what I'd do if I had to deal with shit like
that."

"Understood," he nodded as he turned more towards me and focused as I took
my hand from around him.

"My first reaction would be to tell the school administration, but I
realized that they would be required to call your parents, as well as
investigate with the bullies.  That could instantly make it worse for your
situation."

"Agreed!  My step Dad would beat me for being a snitch and a pussy."

"That's what I figured.  So, then I thought I'd record what they did to me,
and tell them I'd release it online if they didn't stop, but guys like that
would probably enjoy that getting out for everyone to see how tough they
are."

"Wow!  You were better at this as a shrink," Darcy said with a bit of a
forced smile.  "I'm guessing there isn't really a solution."

"Yeah, there is.  Bear with me and I'll tell you everything, and then let
you sort it out in your head over time.  How's that?"

"Go for it."

"The first thing I'd do is give the bullies a taste of their own medicine.
I'd use tons of my friends to humiliate them, and ensure they knew that
that if they picked on just one kid, we'd be back to give them worse and
worse until they stopped.  I'd also stand my ground if they came at me
again, and use all that karate.  It doesn't need to be anything over the
top, just enough to show them you can't be intimidated any more.  Finally,
if I were in your situation, I'd come out and get respect from other
students who don't see you right now.  For every one bully, there's a
hundred good people that will be eager to be on your side."

"Who would I come out to?"

"I'd say your best friend, but if you really don't have one, then are there
other gay kids in your school?"

"Maybe, but I wouldn't know who they are."

"Bluntly, I'd come out to Blake.  As scary as that might sound, he'd be the
safest guy to tell."

"I admit I've had dreams about some of this stuff happening, but then I
wake up all sweaty.  I also worry that if some gay guy ever did want to
hook up with me, I don't know anything about sex, and I'd feel stupid if he
wanted to do something.  I guess I could add lack of sex experience to the
bottom of the list as well.  The whole list is gonna be bigger than
Wikipedia at this rate," he said sounding funny, but sad at the same time.

"Better to have the list and work through it, than ignore things.  Where
were we?  Coming out to Blake...Maybe have him go with you to drop you off
at school, and hug each other at the car.  Some will think it's just two
friends hugging, but others will figure it out.  I can almost guarantee
that the next day, girls will come up to you and ask you about it."

"Why girls?"

"Girls will be the most accepting of guys being together, especially if
there aren't any boys currently out in your school.  You'll become a
`project' for them.  By association, you'll no doubt meet their boyfriends,
and at some point, you'll begin to notice other boys finding excuses to
talk to you, although you may not know why at first.  Those might be the
other boys in the closet trying to figure out how to talk to you, or watch
how it's going."

"You make it sound awesome to come out."

"It can be, but it'll be scary at first.  I won't lie about that.
Especially if the bullies take the lead and make you their target of
humiliation because of it.  That's where you record their words and get
them admitting to picking on you because you're gay.  After that, a report
to the principal with an adult present can help."

"You mean take my parents?  Not a chance.  No way I'd want them to know I
was gay...ever!"

"It doesn't have to be parents.  It can be just an adult."

"You could go as my psychologist," he beamed.

"Technically I'd have to go as your student psychologist since I'm not
license yet.  You could be my term paper."

"Cool.  I've never been paper before," he said trying to joke again.

"The school would be forced to do something and we'd insist that the report
stay anonymous.  It could be that the recording was turned in by someone
that overheard them bullying you.  Video is best, but audio works too."

"This seems like a lot."

"It would sure make a change in your life, but you'd have to be prepared
for both good and bad things.  Big change takes time, but the law is on
your side, and the school should be too.  My principal insisted that our
school be a safe place, and it really was.  Your school needs to learn to
do the same.  If you ever do come out, you'll be amazed at how many people
support you and want to get to know you."

"I don't see that happening, but it would be nice if it did."

"As for the sex thing you mentioned.  If someone asks you for it, be honest
and say you haven't done it yet.  Maybe you'd find out that the other guy
isn't experienced either, or you could even say that you're not ready yet."

"Oh, I'm ready, believe me it's all I think about sometimes," he replied.
"I just don't have anyone to do it with, and Blake is two years younger, so
I'd feel really stupid coming out to him, especially if he thought it meant
I wanted sex...Not that I would, just so you know."

"Hey, if you want sex with Blake, go for it.  The more he gets laid, the
calmer he is afterward," I pointed out, almost accurately.  "Maybe you
could say you're waiting for the right guy.  No harm in that.  Lots of
people wait to be married.  Not many gay guys, just straight ones with
small penises."

He gave me a little smile.  "Can I ask you something else?"

"Fire away.  You should always feel free to ask me anything."

"Do you actually like me?"

I turned to look directly into his eyes.  "Of course!  I like you a lot.
Do you think I don't or something?"

"Ummm, it was just stuff I was thinking about.  I mean at the party, you
grabbed that Dante guys penis when he came to talk to you, and then you did
the same thing to Kurt, without even hesitating.  I've been naked around
you three times and you've never tried anything like that with me.  I guess
I figured maybe it was because you didn't like me being around."

I smiled and then gave him a bigger grin.  "Fair comment considering what
you've seen so far.  Don't forget I've known those guys for a while.  Dante
and I have had sex, so grabbing his dick isn't anything unusual.  Kurt
likes the attention, so it's no big deal for him when we goof around.  With
you still trying to get over nerves about being naked, I didn't think it
would be right to grope you.  I figured you'd run for the door screaming
for help."

"I wouldn't do that.  I think you're right about me though.  I might not
have known how to deal with it if it happened, but now that I've been naked
a few times, I think I'd be more comfortable if anything did happen."

"Are you saying you'd like me to grab your dick?"  I said almost smirking
at him.

"Uhhh, I dunno.  I guess I'm saying I wouldn't run for the door screaming
for help?"

"Good to know.  See, you're already becoming more confident.  As they say,
baby steps.  If I can tease you for a bit; what I my brain heard you say
was that you wanted me to grab your dick, stroke it gently back and forth
until you got as hard as a rock.  Then I'd be so horny myself that I
wouldn't be able to help but continue by sucking you off, eventually
throwing your legs over my shoulder and fucking that gorgeous ass until we
both came so hard and collapsed on each other."

He swallowed hard.  "Shit!  That's like dreams I have.  I really gotta stop
watching porn before bed, huh?  "Justin, ummmm...would...uhhh...would you
maybe wanna teach me stuff?" He said looking at me almost looking like he
was about to hurl.

"Teach you stuff?"  I said as my heart missed a beat.  I mean I'd be happy
to take the boy to bed and eat his delicious looking ass for three hours
before fucking the hell out of him, but I needed to know where this sudden
request was really coming from.  Let's not have any cliff hangers here, I'm
definitely going to take the boy to bed, but I want to make sure he's in
the right frame of mind to handle it.  "I thought you wanted your first
time to be with a boyfriend."

"It probably makes more sense if I know stuff before that.  I think I
should at least know how to give a blowjob.  I think that's a minimum thing
for a gay guy to know, right?"

"Well that made my dick instantly hard," I replied.  His eyes shot to my
crotch for visual confirmation.  "I'd say giving a good blowjob is
something every gay guy should know eventually.  It's like our signature
move when making friends.  But there's no rush for you to learn sex.  You
should take it slow to make sure you're mentally ready to handle it first."

Please Justin.  It's all I think about.  I know I want to try it, and I
trust you.  Please!"  He begged.

If he keeps that up, I'm gonna cum in my shorts before I get off the couch.
He's not the only one who's thought about it a lot.  From the second I saw
him bent over looking out the treehouse window, I've wanted his ass, now
here he is offering himself up for lessons.  This should be a no brainer.
I've taken straight boys to bed faster, but he was in a pretty fragile
state right now and I needed to proceed carefully.  This is what my
psychology training is all about.  I think there was a whole chapter about
getting a boy in the right frame of mind before you fuck him.  "Just for
the record, Darcy.  Sex is all ANY 16-year-old boy thinks about."

"Please!  If something happened to me, I don't want to die a virgin," he
pleaded.

"Maybe we should start slower than me jumping on you.  You should learn
basics first.  Not just feeling like you have to offer yourself up to the
first guy that you know is gay."

"Like what?"

"You've already taken the first steps by hugging someone, and being okay
letting someone see you without clothes.  But then there's kissing,
touching each other to experience the sensations that come with being close
to someone.  You move to exploring bodies, blowjobs, maybe rimming.  The
finale is intercourse for sure, but it's like a movie.  You don't just jump
right to the ending.  You build up the story first, right?  Sex is like
that."

"I've seen movies where they show you the end first," he reasoned with a
little smile.  "Then they go back and show you how they got there.  Could
we do that type of movie?"

I have to admit, I laughed.  "That is something I totally might say to a
guy.  How about I make you a deal.  You promise not to do anything to hurt
yourself so that we can work together to solve your problems and make your
life better, and I'll be your sex tutor, the same as you're Blake's karate
tutor."

"Deal!"  He said brightening up and staring at me.  "Thank you!" he said as
he leaned over to give me a hug.  I wrapped my arms around him and pulled
him against me.  He was already shaking he was so excitedly nervous.
"Wanna do stuff now?  Since I'm here anyway."

I laughed.  "That's not usually the main reason to have sex...`since you're
here anyway.'  How about I give you a massage.  That'll get you used to
being touched, which you might find to be enough for now.  At the very
least it'll make you feel much better.  Let's see how you do with that
before we think about anything more."

"Sure!  I've never had a massage before.  Thanks Justin."

"Let's go upstairs where you can get more comfortable." We stood and headed
up to my bedroom.  I grabbed a towel to put on the bed.  I also got the oil
while I was getting the towel.  Darcy just watched me carefully.

"What do we do first?  Do I wear my underwear or get naked?  What do you do
at a massage?"

"First, you relax and calm down," I grinned as I stood in front of him.
"Normally you wouldn't wear anything, and the masseuse puts a towel over
you to give you some privacy, but since this is about getting you to be
more open and comfortable, I don't think we'd need the towel, do you?"

"No," he said as I reached for his shirt and pulled it off over his head.
I could feel him shaking.  "Does the person giving the massage get naked
too?"

"Not in a professional setting they don't, but if you want me to I will."

"Yes, please," he replied.  "I think that would make me feel less
self-conscious, maybe."

"Happy to oblige.  Now, are you sure you want to do this?"

"I'm sure.  I'm just really nervous."

I pulled him against me and let him calm down as we hugged.  I moved back a
little and looked at his face.  "You know, I think I might be more nervous
than you."

"Yeah, right," he replied.

"I'm serious.  This is your first time and if I do something wrong that
freaks you out, I'd never forgive myself.  You're so amazing that I want
this to be special.  That's something I want you to work on for me from now
on.  When someone compliments you, instead of coming back with a negative
reply, say thank you, or I appreciate that.  Something positive.  People
are drawn to positive people, and when you let that other bullshit out of
your mind for a bit, you're incredible.  I'll bet you're super positive at
karate, aren't you?"

"Yes.  I like it there.  It makes me feel good."

"So use that energy everywhere.  I'll teach you how as we go, okay?"

"Okay.  Thanks."  I gave him another hug until I felt him relax more.  Then
I brushed my hands through his long brown hair and lifted his head up
slightly.

"You ever kiss anyone?"

"No.  Never.  Not since I was a little kid when my Mom used to kiss me."

"Close your eyes."  He did it slowly and I leaned in to press my lips to
his.  They were the softest lips I might have ever kissed.  At this rate,
I'm gonna cum before he does.  I held my hand on the back of his head as I
kept us together for several seconds before easing back.  He opened his
eyes and smiled.

"That was nice," he remarked.

"Well, that's how you'd greet a friend you hadn't seen in a while.  How
about we try for something better than nice.  This time open your mouth
slightly and I'll show you a French kiss."  He nodded and we pressed lips
again.  I slowly pushed my tongue into his mouth as I used one hand to rub
his back, and ran my fingers though his hair with the other hand.  He
accepted me easily, and while he didn't really try to respond with his own
tongue, he did let me know he was enjoying it by the fact he pressed in
tighter against me.  After several seconds, I eased back again.

His eyes went wide open.  "Oh wow!  That was the best."

I almost laughed, but decided maybe now wouldn't be the time.  "I'm glad
you like kissing.  It's one of the real joys in a relationship.  When the
two of you get used to each other, you swap back and forth kissing each
other for hours, just enjoying how the other person feels."

"I like it.  Do all massages start like this?"  He asked.  That time I did
have to laugh.

"No.  That wasn't part of the massage.  I just thought you might like that
before we began.  How about we get the rest of your clothes off and you lie
down?  On your stomach, head towards the bottom of the bed."

"I might need a minute," he said quietly.

"It's okay if you have a boner.  I've seen it before, remember?"

"I know, but I'm still not used to it.  It feels embarrassing when it
happens.  That's when kids make the most fun of you."

"Hey, I'm not a kid, and I'd never make fun of your erection.  I think it
makes you look incredible," I said lifting his head up to look directly at
me.  "As for those at school, ignore them.  There is nothing sexier than a
good-looking boy with an erection."

He smiled.  "I like it when you say things like that, even if I don't
really believe it yet."

"You can believe it," I said as unfastened his pants and helped him get
them off, leaving only his underwear remaining.  "And good job on working
on a positive response instead of a negative one," I grinned looking at
him.  He smiled back as I looked him over.  He wasn't wrong, he definitely
had an erection.  Underwear doesn't hide that much.  I let him go over to
the bed and slip them off, doing his best to hide himself as he lay down.
I got the bottle of oil to begin his massage.  I placed it beside him and
removed my shirt.  He lifted his head to watch me.  I chuckled as I grabbed
his head and put it back on the pillow.  "No peeking.  You'll just get
horny."

"Too late for that," he replied.  I finished undressing and knelt on the
bed beside him.  I began by rubbing his back and working his shoulders,
using lots of oil to make it more enjoyable.  He was shaking with nerves,
so I tried to make sure I was applying enough pressure not to tickle him as
well.  I stayed working on his back and shoulders until I felt him begin to
relax into it.  I slowly moved to his arms and fingers, firmly massaging
them one at a time, lifting and stretching as I went.  He had stopped
trembling, which was a good sign, and as I returned to his neck and the
back of his head he didn't flinch once.  I ran both hands down the sides of
his back, feeling him jump only slightly as it may have tickled.  I did
that several times pressing harder into his muscles each time so he would
get the full effect of a massage.  He had such soft smooth skin that I was
quickly becoming aroused from the massage myself.  I eased off his back and
moved to his legs and thighs, being careful to avoid his ass for now, at
least with my hands.  My eyes were almost glued to it, and I wanted to bury
my face in it so badly I was driving myself insane.  As I bent his first
knee to work on his feet, he tensed up and I could feel how ticklish he
was.  I applied more pressure to work the sole, followed by each toe and he
grabbed hold of the bed sheets.  I could almost imagine how hard he was
working at not shrieking and trying to kick me off.  Most boys were the
same way when you grabbed their feet.  It was almost cuter to watch than
his ass.  Because he was squirming slightly, he had opened his legs a
little and I could now see the back of his balls.  This was almost getting
too much for me to resist.  I had half a mind to lube up and give him the
end of the movie as requested.  I mean let's face it, when guys are crazy
horny, they really only have half a mind at the most anyway.  The rest of
their mind is in their penis.  I put the one leg down, taking the
opportunity to spread his legs just a little further apart before grabbing
the second leg and working on that.  By the time I finished with the last
toe and placed his leg back down, I was comfortably kneeling between his
legs ready to massage his ass.  I saw him let go of the bed sheets as the
tickling of his feet stopped.  He was probably very relaxed by now.  I
poured some oil in my hand and leaned up to massage his lower back just
above his left ass cheek, slowly moving down until I had the whole firm
globe in my hands digging into the muscles and massaging off towards his
hips.  As I pulled down, it opened his ass crack a lot more, allowing me to
really get a close look at his tiny pink hole.  It winked at me.  I mean
like really winked as if to say `hi, wanna play with me, big boy?'  I know
you think I just made that up, but I'm pretty sure I actually heard it say
that.  I'm not going insane.  I moved to do his other ass cheek and gently
rubbed his tailbone and down towards his crack, being careful not to touch
his one-eyed winker.  I massaged down to his thighs and let my fingers rub
against the back of his balls a few times, which got a reaction out of him
in the form of a slight moan.  I grinned to myself and wondered if I could
do that enough to actually make him cum, but decided not to attempt it.  I
wanted him to get used being touch, not freak out when someone did.  I
eased back and moved over to the side of him.

"I'm done with your back for now, so this is the part where I ask you to
turn over.  Before you say anything, I'm guessing you have an erection?
That's normal for every guy getting a massage."  At least it was for the
guys I massage, not sure if that's entirely true for every guy.  "I can
give you a towel to put over yourself, but I'm hoping you don't need it."

Darcy paused and then slowly turned over, closing his eyes.  All boys
believe the same thing, as I've said before, if they keep their eyes
closed, they can't see you, so you can't see them.  Funny how that works.
I began my massaging Darcy's chest, arms, fingers, and legs to keep him
relaxed, although his penis never once made any attempt to go soft.  I
stood behind him to work on his forehead and temples before doing his neck.
I made sure my dick brushed across his hair a few times, which I'm not sure
he registered, but it felt fun anyway.

"How are you enjoying the massage?"  I asked quietly.

"Amazing.  My whole body feels like it's tingling all over.  You're really
good at it."

"Thanks.  I've had a little practice," I said as I rubbed his chest, being
sure to play with his nipples.  They were firm perky little nubs that were
fun to flick gently.  As I touched them, his penis jumped a couple of times
showing just how sensitive they were.  I love a boy with nipples that react
to touch.  Makes you want to suck on them for a half hour just to see if
you can do enough to make the guy cum from it.  I ran my hand from his
chest to his stomach, and then down his arms, before readjusting my
position to do each leg, and finally stopping just as I brushed the bottom
of his balls a couple times.  "When you go for a real massage, this would
be the point where they wrap you in a warm towel and it'd be over, but
since we're not doing a regular massage, would you like me to keep going?"

"Uhhh...yes please," he said swallowing hard, obviously understanding what
that meant.

"I think it's time to call in the plumber," I joked as I moved onto the bed
beside him again.

"Huh?  Plumber?"

"Yeah.  Who else would know how to take care of a leaky pipe like this?" I
said as I ran a finger down the length of his erection.  It jumped up at my
touch.

"Oh, right," he smiled as he closed his eyes again.  "Plumber," he
repeated.  I get the impression he's gonna use that saying a lot in his sex
life from now on.  It was his first experience having his penis touched,
and I'd imprinted the concept into the deepest reaches of his brain.  I
rubbed a couple fingers over the bottom edge of his balls, and they moved,
showing just how ready they were.  I gently moved my hand over his tight
sac and along the length of his shaft before reaching the tip and pulling
his penis into an upright position with one finger.  I leaned in to take a
good look at it, and I almost went down on him, but I'm a professional, so
I managed to control myself.  I took a firm grip of it and he made a low
moaning sound as I slowly began to stroke him.

"Try not to cum yet.  Hold on as long as you can."

"I'll try, but I may not be able to," he replied as I felt him tense up at
being touched.  The nervous shaking had returned, and I wondered if he
might be reaching his limit already.  I slowed down and lowered his penis
back onto his stomach before I cupped his balls and fondled them.  They
were so perfectly tight and round that I couldn't help but play with them,
anymore than a pitcher can help rolling a baseball around in his fingers.
Wait until he feels my spitball.  That's a baseball throw, right?  He was
so ready to explode that I had a feeling that his happy ending would come
soon.  No pun intended.  Maybe intended a little.  I leaned down so that my
nose was almost at his crotch and inhaled deeply.  He smelled of oil and
soap.  I stuck my tongue out and gently, and slowly, licked the length of
his penis from balls to tip.

"Ooofffhhhh," he gasped.  I looked at him and his eyes were clamped shut.

"Oh, you like that huh?"

"Yeah, what was it?" he panted as he opened his eyes to look at me.

"You mean this?"  I asked doing it again.  "Just a bit of extra stimulation
for your massage.  If you liked that, then you'll probably really like
this," I said as I ran a finger around the tip of his head, smearing his
precum all over it making it nice and shiny.  His hands had returned to
clamping the bedsheets as he tried to focus on controlling himself.  I
slowly lowered my head, and made sure to position myself so he could watch
as my lips went around the tip of his hard, throbbing penis and began to
work my tongue around the head.  He tensed up even more as I swallowed the
full length, and stroked his balls.  I wanted to suck that first virgin
load out of him, but I wasn't sure how he'd react.  Some boys want to keep
going, others want run out of there so fast they almost leave before
getting their clothes back on.  I didn't want Darcy bolting for the doors,
so I stopped and let his penis out of my mouth and back to its resting
place on his stomach.

"How was that part of the massage?"

"This is like a billion times better than my dreams.  Was that a real
blowjob?"

"It was the introduction to one," I smiled gently.

"I think I'll like those then, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to do
much more without cumming.  I just thought I should kinda maybe warn you.
I don't want you to get mad at me or anything."

"The last thing I'd do is get mad at you for cumming because you were
enjoying yourself.  The whole point is to get you to reach an orgasm.  I'm
just trying to make it last a little longer so that you enjoy it more."

"I don't think I could enjoy it more than this," he replied trying to
concentrate in his breathing which he seemed to have forgotten how to do.
I took his penis and balls back in my hands and slowly stroked and fondled
him.  He slammed his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes as he did
his best to keep from losing control.  When I saw his mouth open and the
tongue stick out a little, I figured we were close, so I stopped again.  He
had me so hard I figured I might beat him to the climax.  I know he only
mentioned a blowjob, but he was so into it I wondered if maybe we should
just keep going to see how much he really wanted to learn.  I stretched out
beside him and pressed our bodies together making sure my legs were
scissored so our penises were touching.  I pulled him in tight and gave him
another kiss, turning him slightly on his side. "Would you like to keep
going, or have you had enough for one day?"  I mean it really is a stupid
question when you have a boy this horny.

"I want to keep going.  I don't want this to ever end," he said beginning
to shake again.  This time it seemed less from nerves, and more from
excitement.  "I think I'd do massages every day."

"We've moved a little past the massage now," I smiled as I ran my hand down
his back and squeezed his ass.  "How about I show you something a bit more
advanced that you can surprise your first boyfriend with."

"Sure.  Anything.  I like all of this so far," he gushed.  "Ummm, can I ask
you something though?"

"Anything."

"What happens if I do something with someone and I cum too fast?  Is that
bad?"

"No.  You might just want be honest up front though.  Explain that you're
new to it, and you might not last long.  Most guys understand.  A lot of
the time you can cum, pause and just make out until you're horny again,
then continue.  After you cum, you usually last a lot longer before you cum
again, but even if you don't, I guess he'll figure out pretty quickly that
you're enjoying yourself."

"Okay.  I was just worried about that because I'm not sure how much I'll be
able to do today.  I've been close to cumming a couple times.  I don't
wanna disappoint you.  I hope that's okay."

"You'll never disappoint me.  Don't worry about that at all.  I'd be fine
if you only came once and wanted to go.  Of course, I'd be even happier if
I could make you cum ten times and exhaust you to the point it took you a
week to recover."

"Ten times would be fun," he laughed.  I've never done it that much in a
row.  Four is about my record so far."

"Well, maybe we should try for a new record then.  How about you lie on
your stomach and I'll show you something that you'll remember way more than
a blowjob."

"Are you gonna fuck me?"  He asked quietly, almost with a hopeful, but
panicked, voice.

"Patience you must have, my young padawan.  Difficult to see.  Always in
motion is the future," I replied in my best Yoda.  "I don't want you to
rush to do something just to get it over with, but trust me that you'll
find this memorable."

He nodded and turned over.  I reached for a few pillows.  "Hitch your ass
up.  I'll put these under you." He quickly complied, and I shoved them
under his waist to raise his ass.  I reached between his legs and pulled
his hard cock down so it was resting along the side of the pillow.  Now I
had the perfect view of him, ass up, cock stretched out beneath it.  I'm
pretty sure I almost came.  "You comfortable?"  I asked.

He folded his arms and rested his head on them.  "Yeah," he replied,
sighing slightly.

"Good.  Now spread your legs so that I can get between them and work on
you.  How wide can you go?"  He moved his legs, and I watched in amusement
as they went straight out to the side.  "Oh right, you can do the splits.
I forgot.  Damn that's hot.  That would make any guy cum just seeing you
like this."

"I practice stretching for karate.  I can go a little further if you want
me to," he offered.

"No, that's perfect.  I wish I could do that," I said as I placed one hand
on each cheek and began to knead them, pulling them even further apart so
the hole was stretched towards me.  I moved my face to his crack, and
without warning, licked the full length of it, starting at the back of his
balls, going over the sensitive winking one eye pucker, and kept going
until I was halfway up his back.  He gasped loudly and wiggled his ass as
it happened.

"Whooo!" he gasped.  "Holy shit!"

"Told you you'd remember this.  I went back down and pulled his cock
towards me to lick around the tip, and then up his shaft to his balls,
before slowing down and licking his ass crack again.  He almost thrust up
into me as he reacted to it.  His starfish moved in and out as if asking
for more.  I rubbed the back of his balls, running my finger over them
gently.  He shuddered. "Such beautiful balls.  Just try not to cum until I
tell you."  That's much easier to advise than it is to practice, especially
when no one else had held your nuts before.  "Then there's this ass.  Your
cheeks are so firm and tight, that you're the true definition of buns of
steel."  I put my hands on his ass and squeezed.  They barely moved they
were so taught.  "But above all, is this perfect hole, just begging for
attention," I said continuing my verbal commentary, while tenderly running
a finger over the entrance to the virgin country of prostatia!  It's a real
place...look it up.  He gasped and moved his hips up to meet me. "Mmmm, so
soft and pink," I moaned.  "I can't even imagine an ice cream being sweeter
if I licked it."  I leaned down and gave the length of his crack another
long slow lick with my tongue, this time adding a bit more pressure to it.
He moaned even louder, tensing up at the sensation.  At this point the
betting agencies had even odds on who might actually cum first as I was so
turned on by him.  I continued to lick his ass repeatedly, making sure I
used long deliberate movements, applying a more pressure each time.  I
started at the back of his balls and went all the way up to his tailbone,
and then back down.  He sighed, gasped and squirmed with each trip up and
down his ass.  I could easily have kept it up until my tongue dried out,
but I was way hornier than that.  I pressed my face hard into his ass and
shoved my tongue gently into his hole.  He squeaked as I touched inside the
cavern of happiness.  (I've been working on my synonyms).  This is the
thing that makes boys come back for more...his cavern being probed, not my
synonyms.  Anyone can get a blowjob, but how many can say their first
experience was a full rimming?  I shoved my tongue in as far as I could go,
while I ran a finger along the line at the back of his balls, and down over
his hard shaft before I took hold of it and slowly stroked him.  He
continued to moan and sigh at each movement.  After two minutes of probing
his hole, and trying to find a way to get my tongue deep enough to lick the
back of his tonsils, I eased up and put my finger at his starfish to tap at
the pucker.  It opened and closed as if answering the knock at his
entrance.  I licked my finger thoroughly and pushed in just slightly to
give him that sensation that turns his brain into a scrambled mess.  I did
this for a bit while working him over the best I could.  He was leaking
precum like the dam was about the break, so I paused and told him to turn
over again.

He didn't hesitate, as his excitement level had climbed up off the scale
and he was ready for anything I wanted to do to him; and I wanted to do a
lot.  But for now, I figured it was time to let him have an orgasm.  I had
him bend his knees, with the pillow still under his ass, and took his cock
in my mouth.  I went fully down on him, holding his balls, and playing with
the entrance to his ass with my finger.  I pushed in gently a couple of
times without actually spearing past his sphincter, but enough to get him
anxious for it.  I gave his cock the work out it needed and he clamped the
bed sheets.

"I'm gonna cum!"  He cried out as his eyes looked at me in fear.  Don't you
love that look?  I moved my hand off his balls, and place it firmly on his
chest to ensure he knew to stay in place while I finished him off.  I
shoved my finger just past his sphincter, and increased the speed I was
sucking him.  He squeaked and shot off.  Wave after wave after wave hot
delicious virgin protein was flowing into my mouth and I couldn't swallow
it fast enough.  Well, I could, because I did, but you can just imagine how
much cum flows out of a boy who's never had a blowjob before.  I thought he
may never stop.  When he finally did, and relaxed back onto the pillow, he
was panting so hard I almost gave him a bowl of water.

I lay up beside him and leaned in to kiss him, making sure he could taste
his cum from my tongue.  He looked surprised.  "Never tasted your own cum
before?"

"No, never," he admitted.

"Well, now you have.  Something else for the list."

"What's next?"  He asked eagerly.

"Next?  We go get cleaned up, or we might fall asleep like this."

"I'd be okay with that," he replied almost muzzling into me.  "You're super
comfortable and warm."

I laughed gently.  "So are you, but you realize if Blake comes home and
finds us like this, he's gonna want to join, and I wouldn't be able to stop
him from fucking that cute ass of yours, especially when he sees how wet it
is from the rimming."

"He'd do that?"

"Without even giving it a second thought," I grinned.  "I think that for
today, that's probably enough to keep your mind busy.  If you liked it and
want to try more, just let me know and I'll be happy to continue our
lessons."

"Oh, I liked it!  A lot!!" he exclaimed quickly.  "What would we do next
time?"

"If you decide you liked what we've done so far, then next time I'm gonna
fuck you and take your virginity," I said bluntly.

"Oh, I liked it.  I loved it in fact.  You wanna maybe fuck me now?  I
could get it over with and see if I like that too."

I laughed.  "Let's not go for a `getting it over with' type fuck.  Let's go
for a fuck you'll remember for the rest of your life and want every day.
Or I could teach you how to give a blowjob.  Maybe we do that before we get
to anal, because trust me, once you learn to fuck, it's going to be
impossible to keep your dick in your pants."

"When am I no longer a virgin?"  He asked staring at me.  "Does that
blowjob count?"

"No.  That's just a blowjob.  Technically you lose your virginity during
intercourse.  Since we're gay, that means you lose it when either you fuck
me, or I fuck you.  Dealer's choice."

"If I do both, I'd be covered, either way, right?"

"Once you do both, then we give you your gay card, and you're allowed sex
without supervision."

"Huh?"

"I'm just messing with you. There's no rush to do anything you're not ready
for.  I mean you could stick with blowjobs for years and never want to try
anything more.  There's no rules to this, except to enjoy it."

"Oh, I want to learn more.  Everything!"

"Let your brain catch up first, and then we'll talk.  Trust me, I almost
fucked you today, you're so sexy.  Let's go grab a shower before I can't
stop myself."  We reluctantly separated, instantly feeling colder.  I
grabbed his hand and walked him into the bathroom and fired up the shower.
We got in together and I began to soap him up.

"Can people see in your bathroom from outside?"  He asked looking out the
large windows.

"No, the only thing out there is the ocean.  That's why we built it like
this.  Feels like we're outside but with privacy.

"Can I come over tomorrow?  I could skip school if you wanted.  I hate it
there."

"I know you do, but we want to work on making it a place you'll actually
enjoy.  How about you take some time to think about what just happened, and
make sure that your feelings aren't just post sex excitement.  That this is
really something you want."

"Oh, I want it.  I've wanted it since forever," he said becoming more
animated.  "So, can I come over tomorrow?  I could stay all day if you
want.  I know I won't change my mind."

The way his erection was pulsing and poking against me, I had no doubt of
that, but having him become attached to me would be a giant mistake.  "How
about I make you a deal."

"Anything.  Done!" He replied quickly.  "Deals are awesome!"

I laughed.  "Wanna actually hear it first before you agree to it?"

"Sure."

I ran my hands over his back with the soap as I gently washed him.  I think
he moved closer to feel my body heat.  "I'll happily mentor you in anything
you want to know, but I want you to start being more confident.  I'll
introduce you to plenty of guys that'll like you for you, straight and gay,
while YOU work on being proud of who you are, even if it means you have to
use some karate to turn the tables on bullies."

"Done!"  He replied way too quickly.  Yeah, this was his penis using his
mouth like ventriloquist dummy.

"I mean it, Darcy.  It's time for you to see how special you really are.
How about you practice with Blake first?"

He stepped forward and turned around.  He brushed the water and hair out of
his eyes, looking at me in a bit of a panic.  "Practice sex with Blake?
You said I wouldn't have to tell anyone I was gay until I was ready.  You
promised."

"And I keep my promises.  I was thinking more along the lines of testing
the waters with Blake to see how comfortable you feel being the one to
start a conversation.  Blake will talk about anything.  I'm not talking
about going to the extreme of asking him for sex.  Start with talking about
something you have in common.  Then move to more personal questions.  Ask
him something like why he shaves his pubes.  Break the conversation in
slowly.  Comment on how green his eyes are, or about his nipple ring.  If
he doesn't respond well, you can change the subject very fast, but I can
assure you, he'll be flattered.  Say something like your ass hurts after
the last karate session.  Joke with him that it feels like a guy kicked his
whole foot up there.  Blake will take the conversation and run with it.  I
promise.  Be bold and go skinny dipping with him."

"What do I do after that?"

"Try just `guy talk' and see what happens.  Be open enough to give your own
answers if he asks you anything personal."

"What if he asks if I'm gay?"

"Then decide what you're comfortable saying.  You can tell him the truth,
or just say you're curious what other boys look like, or say you're still
trying to figure it out.  You NEVER need to admit what you're not ready to
say."

"What if he tells everyone?"

"He won't.  At the most, he'd tell people who live here, but no one else.
Ask him to keep it to himself and he will.  That much I do know."

"I'll try, but I'd like to learn more stuff from you first, in case I get
asked about it.  At least I'd know how to answer.  I mean what we did today
is all I've ever done with anyone."

"And you did it so well, I'm gonna dream of you myself tonight," I grinned
as I gently took hold of his cock and balls and played with them.

He laughed.  "No you won't, I'm nothing special.  You have tons of guys
around you."

"You're something VERY special.  Come on, don't do the negative thing
again.  Remember what I said about responding positively.  Let's try
again," I told him before repeating myself.  "I'm gonna dream of you myself
tonight."

"Thanks?"  He said questioningly, as he looked up at me.  "Ummm...I'll
dream of you too."

"Better," I grinned.

"My super shitty day ended up being pretty amazing."

"You made my day pretty amazing too," I agreed.  "I mean just look at how
sexy you are standing there with another erection.  I almost don't want to
let you go home."

"I could stay.  I don't really have nowhere to be."

I pulled him in for a hug.  "Considering it was your first time, we should
pause until you've had a chance to process it all."

"It gonna be difficult getting back into my gym shorts.  They don't really
hide much when my penis is this hard."

Fuck, he has no idea how badly I want to take him back to bed right now,
but I have to be professional here.  If all my therapy sessions are gonna
end in sex, then I have to make sure I send them home wanting another
session, or I'll never make money at being a psychologist.  That's just
textbook shrink stuff.

"I'll lend you some of Blake's clothes, including tight underwear.  That
should help."

"Maybe, but I think I'm gonna be hard for a couple days just thinking about
today.  It was so incredible that I don't even know how to tell you what
emotion I'm feeling right now," he smiled.

"I have some idea.  I feel the same way with you.  Turn around and put your
hands on the wall for a second."

As he turned and positioned himself, I used more soap to do his back and
down into his ass crack pushing between his legs to get at his balls.  He
moaned and opened his legs further to give me better access.  He wasn't
kidding, he was as horny as he was when we first started the massage.  I
reached around and took his erection in my hand, and began to jerk him off
as I moved my body against him.  I slipped my cock between his legs and
told him to close them as I poked the back of his balls while I humped him,
taking care of his erection with my hand.  I put my other hand on his head
and turned him to face me.  I leaned in so we could kiss.  His tongue
quickly came out to greet me, almost too eagerly, and I quickened the
strokes on his cock.  He barely had time to get into it before he cried
out, and sent a small load blasting from his cock onto the shower floor.  I
let go and ran my hand gently up his chest to hold his neck as I put my
finger at his mouth.  "Open up."  As he did, I slipped my finger in.  "Suck
on it."

He began to suck it and I smiled to myself as I felt his tongue work around
it.  A natural born cock sucker and he didn't even know it yet.

"Yeah baby, suck that finger," I said seductively as I pushed it further
into his mouth, almost making him gag on it.  "Fuck that's hot.  Imagine
that being my cock that you're going to suck next time.  I pulled out and
turned his head to kiss him, as his tongue almost followed my finger out of
his mouth.  "Will that get you through?"

He nodded.  "That was so hot!  I can't believe I got to do it in the
shower.  I've seen it on porn and always thought it looked insane.  It's
better than it looks," he gushed, as he spun around and hugged me.  "Please
teach me everything.  I'll do anything you want.  Anything!"

"Be careful.  Anything is a lot of things."

"I mean it.  Deal?"

"Let's get out of here and get dressed, before something else happens.  You
need time to decompress and process."

"Thanks for cheering me up.  I just wish I didn't have to go back to school
and face that crap again."

"I'd ask your parents if you can switch schools, if I were you," I
suggested as we got out and dried off.  "Tell them you found a better
school.  You don't have to say it's because of bullies.  Say it has a
better math class, or gym program, or whatever you think would get the
attention of your parents.  What is your Dad into?"

"Step Dad?  He's into being an asshole.  I'm already in that program at my
current school," Darcy replied.  "But my Mom is good at English.  She
sometimes helps with my homework, and does a lot of writing."

"There's your in.  Say you like it too, and you found a school with a
better English program.  It might sway her."

"Maybe."

"Of course, you could just tell them you're gay, and need to go to a place
that understands you better."

"And would I want an open or closed casket after that?"  He said shaking
his head.  "They'd throw me out on the next trash day."

"They might surprise you."

"The only surprise would be how fast I got a black eye from my step Dad.
He already calls me a stupid little fag, and he thinks I'm straight."

"Telling him you're gay might actually stop that.  He might realize that
his words were actually hurting you, instead of what he thinks is just a
redneck thing to spout that has no consequence."

"No, it'd get worse.  I already heard him once.  Some guy at his work has a
gay daughter and he said fags were the `scourge of the earth.' I'm not even
sure what scourge is, but it isn't a good thing."

"Let's leave that out for now then and work on getting you some decent
friends first."

"That'd be nice.  I've always wanted a real friend."

"I'll always be your friend, but you need someone your own age, ideally in
your own school so you have each other's sixes."

"True.  So, am I coming over tomorrow to learn more stuff?  I could forge a
note and say I have a doctor's appointment...with my shrink," he grinned.

"Text me tomorrow and we'll see what we can arrange.  No more skipping
school though.  That gets you on their radar and calls get sent home.
Meanwhile, think about what I said about talking to Blake."

"I will."

I drove him home and dropped him off a block from his house, as he didn't
think it would be a good idea for his nosy neighbours to see him get out of
my car.  I had to agree with that.  He's a pretty bright guy.  He just
needs that confidence boost.  I'm gonna suck at being a psychologist,
aren't I?  This boy came to me all fucked up and wanting to kill himself,
and I took him to bed.  I'm pretty sure you can't solve all issues like
that.  If we could, there'd be a lot more sex going on.  At least now when
someone bullies him and says `what an ass', he can confidently reply:
`Thanks!  It's one of my best features.'

I really wasn't surprised the next day when I got a text from Darcy at 7:30
in the morning.

`can I make an `appointment' to come over?'

`when are you thinking?'

`now?'  he replied with a smiley face and a tongue emoji.

`how about after school?'

`boo!  K.'

"Who was that, Dad?"  Blake asked as he sat beside me having breakfast.

"Just someone wanting to talk out a problem with me," I replied as I locked
my phone before he snatched it away.

"The only problem they really have is having you as their shrink," he
giggled.

"Glad you think so highly of me...butthead."

"You're welcome.  I'm late tonight.  Junior Q Meeting."

"How are you getting to school?"

"Kyle.  Going on the bike.  Gotta keep up my cool!" he grinned as he put
his dishes in the sink.  I guess putting them in the dishwasher was just a
one-day phase.  Oh, is it okay if Sienna comes over tomorrow after school?"

"Sienna?"

"Yeah, we've been hanging out and she's pretty cool.  She's a cheerleader
for the football team.  We'll probably do homework together."

"Is she in one of your classes?"

"Doing homework together, Dad.  So, duh!  Yeah...you'll be a great shrink,"
he giggled as he ran to the front closet to grab his leather jacket and
helmet.  Kyle just looked at me and shrugged.  "Does this mean he's back to
girls?  I have trouble keeping up."

"He's just doing homework with her...duh!"  I repeated, with the sarcasm
attached.

Darcy texted again and said he was out of school early today, so he'd just
come over to the house and that I didn't need to pick him up.  I've never
seen a 16-year-old arrive on time for anything, but when Darcy bounced up
to the gate 5 minutes early, you could almost see the excitement on his
face as he came up the driveway.  "I told my parents that I wanted to
change school for better programs," he said as soon as he was close enough.

"How'd that go?"

"They said no."

"Just no?"

"Pretty much.  I tried telling them about the bullies, but my step Dad said
it was just boys being boys and to stop being such a sissy about it.  He
asked what the hell he was paying for karate for if I was just gonna cry
about a few kids picking on me.  He said he'd be happy to stop paying for
Karate if that's what it was teaching me."

"No offense dude, but he sounds like a total douche."

"He is," Darcy agreed.  "Can we do more stuff together, today?"

"Sure.  You mean like do the dishes and mow the lawn?"  I teased.

"Like sex?"  He asked.  "I took time, like you said, to think about it, and
I know I liked it so can we do more?"

"I'm sure we can come up with a thing or two."

"I had a boner like all night.  All I could think about was losing my
virginity.  That would be cool!"

"How about now that you've experienced a blowjob, we take it from another
direction?"

"Like 69ing or something?"  He asked sounding a bit confused.

"I was thinking more like we teach you how to approach a boy you like in
order to ask him out."

"I'd like that, but I'd be too scared to ask someone out.  I know I'd feel
way worse if they said no."

"I doubt many guys will ever say no to you.  Just put yourself out there.
It doesn't need to be as bold as going up to a boy and saying, `Damn bitch,
you're a hot piece of ass.  Wanna go fuck?"

He laughed.  "Oh good, because that was the exact line I was thinking of
using."

"Come on, let's get something to drink," I said as I headed to the kitchen
and he sat on a bar stool.  "You don't need to say you're gay as the way of
starting a conversation.  Start slower with hints."

"Like what?"  He asked as I handed him a soda.

"Like lick their ear," I joked.

"You know all these suggestions end up with me six feet in the ground,
right?"  He said with a fun smile.  He's got the cutest dimples on each
side of his mouth that you almost want to kiss each time they show up.

"Take something you like such as swimming or karate and talk it up.  At the
pool maybe find another person by themselves, and strike up a general
conversation.  Anything to get it started."

"I hear you, but my problem is just getting up the nerve to do it."

"Perhaps compliment the guy if that's easier.  If you see a move in karate
that you like, say `Cool move.  Can you show me that?'  You might know how
to do it, but act like you don't.  Same as swimming.  See them do something
and give a compliment.  Everyone responds well to that approach."

"Yeah, that might be easier, but it's a long way from that to anything
else, especially sex.  Can I practice lines with you first?"  He asked
giving me what looked like a smirk.

"Sure.  Good idea.  Pretend you're meeting me for the first time," I
replied as he got off the stool and faced me.  I could see he was up to
something, as he had that same look in his eye when Blake asks about
getting a pet tiger each time, then has justification for how it would be
good for him.

"Umm, hi, I'm Darcy," he said starting off strong.

"Hey.  I'm Justin," I replied.

"Nice to meet you.  I was just wondering if that bulge in your pants is for
me?"  He giggled as he reached over and grabbed my crotch.

I laughed and fist bumped him.  "Fuck, I gotta remember that one.  Dude,
you'll be getting laid in no time."

"I was just kidding.  That would get me killed with most guys, but I
figured you'd find it funny.  Was it okay?"

"That was excellent.  I don't recommend it as your first meeting with
someone new, but then again, who knows."

"So?  Is that bulge for me?"

I laughed.  "Uh oh, I've started something haven't I?"

"I dunno.  I mean I only did it once, but my penis has been hard since I
left here."

"It has has it?"  I asked as I reached down and grabbed his crotch in
return, causing him to jump slightly, but not pull away.  He wasn't
kidding, "Yep, that feels pretty hard."

"You want me to take my clothes off?"  He asked.

I gave him a big smile.  "And you're worried about being able to pick up
guys.  Lines like that are even getting me hard.  Let's start a bit slower
so you know something other than just sticking your ass out to be fucked."

"Okay, like what?"

"Like this," I said putting my hand to his lip to wipe away a small drop of
root beer.  He almost instinctively opened his mouth.  I laughed.  "I was
just wiping your mouth."

"Oh," he said blushing.  "Sorry.  I thought you were gonna do that thing
you did yesterday."

"Sit back on the bar stool and let's pretend that I haven't sucked you off,
and start at the beginning, shall we?"

"I dunno if I can pretend that.  It's all I can think about," he replied
honestly.  He wasn't the only one.  I wanted to strip off his clothes and
bend him over the counter, but I thought it might be better if he learned
some proper techniques.

I stood beside him so that his knee was between my legs and leaned in to
kiss him on the lips.  He froze and just waited until I stopped, then
smiled. "Thanks."

"You're to cute not to kiss," I replied before leaning forward and kissing
him again, this time having him respond and open his mouth.  I felt his
heart beat increase.  As I kissed him, I took his hand and slipped it under
the back of my shirt to let him know it was okay to feel my skin.  He got
the idea pretty quickly and slowly moved the palm of his hand all over my
back.  I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him in tighter as
our tongues explored each other inside his mouth.  I paused and eased back.
"How was that?"

"Awesome!" he said wiping his lips with his free hand.  "Kissing is wicked
fun."

"We'll do it again, only this time push your tongue out so you go into my
mouth.  While you're doing that, use both hands to gently lift my shirt up
and pull it over my head."

"Okay," he nodded.  "I like how your tongue feels," he added.  I just
smiled and leaned in to kiss him again.  I felt his tongue quickly poke out
to touch mine, and then dart back almost in surprise.  To his credit, he
touched tongues again and got into the kiss as both hands reached under my
shirt.  He slowly began to pull it upward.  Once he was high enough, I
broke the kiss and let him push it over my head before we resumed.  I got
his hands around me and kept going.  I'm pretty sure I could feel his
erection throbbing inside his pants.  At this rate the boy is gonna cum
before we get started.  I pulled his shirt out of his pants and did the
same thing to him as he'd just done to me.  I pressed our bodies together
to feel the warmth of the bare skin.  I moved a hand to gently play with
his nipples as I continued to kiss him.  He moaned, trying his best to keep
his tongue inside my mouth, but he seemed happier when I was inside him.
Typical kissing bottom!  Is that a thing?  Can kissers be tops and bottoms?
I love a boy with sensitive little tits, and he had such perky ones that
they were impossible to resist.  I broke our kiss, and he once again wiped
his lips and stared at me.

"Wow!" he said grinning wildly.  "I could do that all day."

"And no doubt you will.  Lots of boys are gonna want to kiss you.  You take
to this so fast that it's almost hard to believe that you've never done it
before," I said honestly.

"I haven't, but thanks for teaching me."

"You're welcome, but it's me that should be thanking you for letting me be
with someone as sexy as you."

"Yeah, right!" He said rolling his eyes slightly.

"Hey!" I warned.  "No negative talk about yourself.  Are you sexy?"

"Sure," he replied unconvincingly.

"Try that again.  Are you sexy?"

"Yes?" He answered as a question.

"One more time.  Convince me and we'll move to try something else.  If I
don't believe you, I'll just take you home," I teased.  "Are you sexy?"

"Yes!  I'm fuckin' wicked sexy," he giggled.

"Now you got it.  Damn right you're wicked sexy," I smiled.  "Now, once
you've kissed the boy and his shirt is off, you can begin to ramp it up a
bit."  To demonstrate, I leaned in to nibble on his ear lobe before kissing
down his neck to his nipple, where I flicked it with my tongue before
sucking on it.  I used my hand to play with his other tit while I worked on
the first one, then switched.  He was almost giggling as I did it.  It
makes it even more fun when they're ticklish.  I gave him a bit of a break
as I kissed back up and pressed our lips together again while I played with
each nipple.  By the time we took a break, he was breathing like we'd had a
marathon sex session that had left him in orgasmic bliss.

"Now it's your turn," I said as we stopped.  He leaned in and duplicated
everything I had just done with him, and he was a very good student.  As he
played with my chest, I popped the top button on his pants and lowered the
zipper so I could reach in and feel the hard bulge pressing against his
underwear.  I didn't comment on the wet spot that had already begun to
form.  He stopped playing with my nipples and looked into my eyes as he
went in for a kiss, this time taking control.  Well, almost taking control.
He still waited for my tongue to enter his mouth rather than his entering
mine first.  I paused and told him to try it again, but to explore my mouth
this time.  He did, and I almost grinned when I felt his penis jump as he
touched my tongue inside my mouth.  There is nothing more amazing than a
boy learning how to do this stuff for the first time.  You really don't get
the same thrill from someone who has been doing it for years.

I zipped his pants back up and fastened the top button.  "Come on, let's go
upstairs, unless you want sex right here in the kitchen.  I'm fine with
that if you are."

"Ummm, I think I'd like to do it on the bed like last time," he remarked.

"One day you'll be so sexual that you'll do it in public with an audience
cheering you on," I grinned as I took his hand and pulled him off the bar
stool.

"I'll NEVER be that confident," he replied.

"We'll see!"  I grinned.  I held his hand as I took him upstairs.  I
undressed him and gently took hold of his erection as I kissed him.  "We
should clean you up a little before we start."

"I had a shower before I came over," he told me.

"I can smell the soap and shampoo," I grinned.  "I was thinking more along
the lines of cleaning up some of this hair," I remarked as I pulled on his
pubes.

"But not shave them off, right?  I mean if I got pantsed and didn't have
pubes, that would be a fate worse than death."

"No, under the circumstances, I agree that you should leave some hair.
We'll just trim them shorter.  Lots of boys shave everything now, but maybe
we'll save that for once the bullying stops."

"So in University?  Or in the senior citizen home?" he said attempting a
joke.

"I was thinking more like the weekend.  I can already see you shaving it
all off, then going into the locker room stripping and showing everyone as
you head to the shower, telling those bullies that if they really want to
see your dick, to come watch you bust one out.  I almost guarantee that
they'll come nowhere near you after that."

"Except to pummel me in the hallways or after school."

"But at least you'd have clothes on," I grinned.

"Not sure that's better.  At least in the locker room, the other guys are
trying to avoid being next so they stay quiet.  In the hallways, others
kinda encourage them and then all laugh at it."

"Don't worry, we'll get that shit stopped.  Right now, let's get you in the
shower.  I took him to the bathroom and trimmed his pubes and shaved his
balls.  He watched carefully as to how it was done, never once losing the
erection the entire time.  He agreed that it looked a lot nicer once I had
finished my manscaping.  I'm such an artist, I should almost shave my
initials into them.  Then it was back to the bedroom where he crawled onto
the bed to wait for me.  I lay down beside him and he stared at me with
nervous excitement.

"What would you like to do today?"  I said as I ran my fingers though his
damp hair.

"Everything," he replied, his chest rising and falling rapidly at the
anticipation.

"Great!  I'll grab the cards and we can play crazy eights."

I think I might have thrown his brain off the track with that reply as he
looked at me to see if I were serious.  "Ummm, I meant like anything like
yesterday with sex stuff," he clarified.

I smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently.  I know, I was just joking with
you."

"Oh.  Right.  Yeah," he smiled.  "Sorry, I'm just nervous again."

"That's cool.  The more you do it, the easier it becomes in time.  How
about today, you just check out my body to start?"

"You want a massage?"

"Those are always nice, but how about you just do something like explore my
chest and stomach and then go down and get a close-up look at my penis.
You said you'd never touched one before, so here's your chance to explore
as much as you want."

"Really?"  He said as his eyes widened at the possibility.

"Might as well find out all you can."

He shuffled down the bed a little so that his head was on my chest and his
hand moved to feel one of my nipples as he stared at them.  I put my hand
on the back of his head and rubbed his hair for encouragement.  He leaned
in to suck the one closest to him, and I felt his tongue touch it.

"Don't be scared to suck on it, and remember to use your tongue.  If you
remember to use a lot of tongue on everything you play with, no guy is ever
gonna be able to resist you."

I felt him increase his sucking and licking of my nipple as he rubbed a
hand on my chest and stomach.  I thought he might just stay there all day,
and wondered if he were waiting for me to direct his actions.  "Don't
forget when playing with nipples, that there are two of them."  He pulled
off the one he was working on and leaned over to get to the other with the
same actions.  I let him soak it thoroughly before I told him to kiss down
my body and play with my belly button.  He did each action exactly as
instructed.  I hope he's paying close attention because his final exam will
NOT contain play by play instructions, and in order to pass he'll have to
make me cum.  That could be the longest test in history.  I'll set aside a
holiday weekend for that.

Finally, he was down beside my penis and just looked at it.  I was about to
start the instructions on that as well, but he took some initiative and
stroked along the backside of it.  Then he lifted it up and checked it all
over.  Monkeys don't check each other this thoroughly for bugs in the
wilderness, so he was definitely exploring every inch that he could.  His
tongue came out slowly and touched the side of my shaft before darting back
into his mouth.  Like it was a groundhog checking for it's shadow.  He
paused and put my penis down, then used the palm of his hand to rub the
back of it.

"It feels so different than mine.  It's nice," he commented.

"Thanks.  Feels good too.  This is why playing with someone other than
yourself is more fun.  If you do you, your brain is already a few steps
ahead.  This way your brain has no idea what's going on and has to play
catch up."

"Can I feel your balls too?"

"Explore away," I grinned.

He cupped them in his hand as he watched.  "They're moving.  That's pretty
awesome.  You just touch them and they move," he grinned as he gently
touched the sac with a finger.  I think he did that for a good five
minutes.  You know this is exactly like a kid.  You give them a cool toy,
and they want to play with the box it came from.  My toy was the eight and
a half inch penis, and he wanted to play with my balls, which if you think
about it is where my penis cums from...

"Try putting your tongue on them," I suggested.  Might as well let him have
as much fun with the box as possible.  He leaned in and touched to tip of
his tongue to my scrotum.  This time the balls really reacted and he
grinned widely, before trying again.  I think this could keep him
fascinated for hours, like a cat with a laser pointer.  I should have
brought a book.

He did move his other hand back to my penis and began to play with them
both together.  Slowly he experimented with licking, squeezing and
fondling, gaining more confidence as he went.  Finally, he moved his
attention to the tip of my dick.  I wiped some of the precum off it for him
as all his playing had at least had some affect on me.  He leaned in and
touched the head with his tongue.

"That feels way different than the shaft, huh?  It's more rubbery," he
commented.  I didn't reply and just let him continue.  I could see him
thinking about whether or not to take the head into his mouth or not as he
moved forward, and then backed up a couple times.  I decided to help him.

"When you put the head in your mouth, just watch the teeth.  Always cover
them with your lips, as the guy wouldn't appreciate it scraped to pieces."

"Okay," he replied as he went back down to it.  I almost chuckled out loud
as I saw him prepare his lips for the first touch.  He wrapped his lips
around the head and put the whole thing in his mouth at once.  I was just
about to remind him to use his tongue when I felt it begin to move around
and explore all on its own.  He did it gently and at the same time looked
at my balls as he held onto them.  I guess he was processing what moved
with what when he touched things.  He did a pretty good job of working the
head, and I moved my hand to rub his back as he did it.  I think he felt
encouraged as he tried to take more of me into his mouth, but that quickly
caused the inevitable gagging noise and he backed off.

"That is called the gag reflex," I explained before he said anything.
"That's your throat saying wait, I have to check this out first to see if
it's allowed.  It takes practice but eventually you'll be able to control
it.  That is how you'll get to deep throat a cock at some point.  Best
advice I can give is to go slow.  Have your brain tell your throat that the
cock is cleared for entry, then swallow as you move down on it.  Your
throat opens and it goes down.  Then I'd pause and wait for your throat to
close around it and check it out.  Once it realizes it's good, then you
should be able to do it again.  You won't be able to breathe when a cock is
deep in you, so you have to time it all."

"Seems like a lot of work to suck a dick."

"It can sound like it, but being gay, we get the hang of it pretty fast.
It's funnier watching a straight boy do it as their brain keeps saying
`Stop. Stop.  What the fuck dude!' and they gag a lot more.  Gay brains say
`How do I get me more of that, bitch.'

"Our brains talk a lot huh?"  Darcy joked.  "Can I try again?"  He asked as
eager and determined as a 16-year-old trying to parallel park a car for the
first time.

I lifted my cock to his lips and he swallowed it, trying several times to
get past the gag reflex, but wasn't as successful as I think he wanted to
be.  He apologized, but I assured him it took time, and not to push himself
too fast.  I suggested he let his throat have a break and go suck on my
balls.  I taught him how to take each one gently in his mouth and roll them
around on his tongue, being careful not to be too rough.  I think he found
that a lot easier than a blowjob, but to his credit he did return to my
cock for a couple more attempts.  I explained that he could just as easily
jerk the back end of the shaft with his hand, while sucking the first half
at the same time and get similar results.  He practiced all of these
techniques for what seemed like a good half hour before he lay back beside
me and looked into my eyes.

"Was that okay?"

"That was great.  Your first time playing with a cock and you're already
giving me head.  I'd say you're gonna have no problem in bed with anyone."

He smiled, so I leaned in and kissed him.

"What's next?"  He asked.  "Should I try that thing you did to me yesterday
where you licked my bum?"

I smiled.  "You want to try rimming, huh?  Not a lot of guys are
comfortable with that right away.  Are you sure?"

"I think so.  It felt really awesome when you did it, so I'd like to try."

"Do you remember how I did it?"

"Yeah.  You licked my whole bum crack first a few times, even the back of
my balls and my back, and then you put your tongue in my ass.  After that
you did a finger."  He grinned excitedly.

"You know if you didn't want to rim me, you could just go right for the
fuck if that's what all you really want to do," I offered in case he
thought you had to do all the other things first.  I mean sometimes a good
quick fuck is all you need.

"No.  I wanna try everything," he said.  "I think I can do it."

"Up to you, but again, no pressure buddy.  Only do what you're comfortable
with."

"Says the guy who keeps making deals with me to get me naked," he giggled.

"Sorry.  We can stop if you want."

"No chance!"  Darcy said loudly as he moved to allow me to turn onto my
stomach.  I pushed a couple pillows under myself to raise my ass up and
give him better access.  I was going to give him some pointers on what to
do, but he was between my legs so fast with his hands on my ass cheeks,
that I decided to just keep quiet and see what he did.  I lay my head down
and waited.  I think he probably looked at my ass for 15 seconds before I
felt his tongue touch me.  The first lick was gentle and short, like a
recon mission.  It was immediately followed by a second one that went the
length of my crack.  Then he returned for third which went from my balls to
my lower back.  He seemed to have the hang of this one.  I guess no gag
reflex to worry about always helps.  After working my crack a few more
times, he buried his face into it and I felt his tongue begin to probe my
hole and a hand rub the back of my balls.  I guess he really had been
paying attention yesterday.

The more he probed, the harder he did it, and I felt a hand pull the side
of my cheek to open me up further.  If I didn't know better, it was almost
as if he were trying to shove his head up my ass, tongue first.  I heard
him moaning, softly at first, but increasing as he continued.

"Mmmmmm, unnghhhh, ahhhh," he sighed and moaned.  "Mmmghhh, uggghhhh,
oooohhhh, Ughhhh! Ughhhhh!  Shit..."  He cried out suddenly and then
stopped licking me.

"You okay?  What happened?"  I asked as I turned my head slightly.  He had
a horrified look on his face.

"I'm sorry!  I came.  I couldn't help it.  I kinda got it all over your
bed.  I didn't mean to," he panicked.

"Relax," I said as I reached back and pulled him down beside me, and turned
to hug into him, as I rubbed his hair. "That's as perfect as it gets.  I
guess we found something you really liked huh?"

"I wasn't sure at first, but then the more I did it, the more I wanted, and
I accidentally started to play with myself and then couldn't stop and it
just happened."

I smiled and kissed him.  "That's so hot.  I love that you were turned on
by eating my ass.  Shit, I'm so horny for you right now," I said trying to
boost his ego.  If he'd been more experienced, I'd have jumped on top of
him and screwed him into the mattress.

"Is that why guys like to rim?"  He asked.

"That's EXACTLY why guys like to rim.  It not only feels amazing being
rimmed, it feels amazing doing it.  Now you know why it leads to fucking so
fast."

"I can see that.  When I was masturbating as I did it, I thought about
fucking, and I wanted to do that so bad that my penis was almost hurting.
Then I came," he said.

"I'm sure you'll recharge in a couple minutes.  I'd love to feel your cock
in me, or we can save that for another time if you've had enough."

"No way! I wanna keep going.  Please!"  Darcy begged as he moved a leg
partially over mine.  "I wanna try everything.  Even if I can't get hard or
cum anymore, I want to lose my virginity today...Please.  It's all I
thought about."

"I, Justin Masters, promise to take your virginity," I grinned holding up
my hand.  "But sometimes you'll find after you've cum that you're done for
that session."

"Never.  I need to know what it's like to fuck."

"Well, let's let you fuck me first, and see how you like that.  If you're
still horny after that, then I'd love to fuck you and open up that amazing
little ass.  Although it's pretty ambitious wanting to take a cock as big
as mine on your first time."

"I'm ready.  I want it to be you.  I know I do.  My penis is hard again
just thinking about it," he said eagerly as he rolled to the side to show
me.  From nervous and shy to this.  Damn, I'm good.

"Okay.  How about a few pointers so you don't have to stop?"

"Sure.  Great!"  He beamed.

I reached for the lube and explained the process to him.  I told him how
much to use, and that he should always make sure the inside of the guys ass
is coated not just around the outside of the hole like many guys do.  I
explained that you didn't need a half gallon of it, just about the size of
a quarter to start.  Then if you go for a while, you can drip a bit more on
the shaft to keep it slicked up.  He nodded and uhh-hummed, as he looked at
the bottle and put a drop on his finger to check it out.  I explained
several of the positions for fucking, but suggested that for today he'd
probably be good with just lying on top of me.  I mean if he lasted longer
than a camera flash, we could always move into a doggy style position which
is a very easy transition from lying flat.

"Okay.  I think I got it," he said as he moved back down my body, and once
again buried his face in my ass for another rimming.  The way he went at
me, I wondered if he might end up cumming again and never actually get to
the fuck.  To his credit, he did manage to pry his tongue out of my hole
and push a lubed finger in.  I think he enjoyed that feeling too, as he
felt around in me for a good couple minutes before pulling back out.  I
waited as he lubed himself up.  I resisted the urge to look back to see if
maybe he'd forgotten about me, and was jerking off with the new sensation
of lube on his penis.  His hands came to my sides and I felt the tip of his
penis moving around near my ass.  I wasn't sure if he was trying to go for
the hands-free approach or not, but I took charge and reached back to grab
it and aim where it needed to go.  Once I had him firmly against my pucker,
I moved my hand to his ass.

"Now, slowly lower yourself until you feel my ass give way, and your penis
begins to enter.  Once you feel it wrap around your head, pause to give the
ass time to adjust to the penetration.  You'll kinda feel it relax, and
then you know you're good to keep going."

"K," he responded and followed my instructions to the letter.  He let out a
small pant of excitement as my ass grabbed his cock and sucked it in, and
then paused.  I made a point to relax my hole so he could clearly feel it.
I mean not everyone does that, but this was instructional fucking 101, so I
had to give him some visuals.  Visuals?  Maybe the wrong word, but you know
what I mean.  He had to feel each step, in detail.

"Was that it?"  He asked as my ass relaxed.  "Do I keep going now?"

"Exactly," I grinned into my pillow.  He lowered himself down onto me and
as soon as he was lying fully on top, I felt him let out a big breath of
air.  "How's that feel?"

"Oh my god!  This is the best feeling in the world!"  He enthused.

"Great!  Now all you have to do is fuck me.  Move your ass up and down and
enjoy the ride," I said playfully.  He got to work.  He moved slowly at
first, picking up speed 30 seconds later.

"Ohghhh, wow!  This feels wicked awesome," he said into my ear as his ass
moved up and down.  "I think I'm gonna cum.  Is that okay?"

"Go for it, but really pound me.  Make your cock bust so hard that you pass
out.  He moved faster and I reached my hand back to grab his ass, and slam
him into me on each downward thrust.  He didn't last long and cried out as
he shot off deep in my echo chamber.  That's a bad analogy, isn't it?
Aren't echo chambers usually large areas?  I held his ass tight to force
him as deep as I could while he pumped out what he had left, and physically
collapsed on me when he was done.  He was panting hard, but otherwise not
moving. I wondered if he'd really passed out, but that thought was quickly
nullified when he lifted his ass up and slowly pulled out and moved to lie
beside me.

"Sorry," he said looking at me.

"Sorry?  Are you kidding?  That was incredible.  Dude, you just had your
first fuck and came inside someone.  There's seriously nothing to be sorry
about.  You're amazing."

"I wanted it to go longer so that you'd cum, but I couldn't help it."

"Hey. Trust me.  You almost made me cum a couple times.  It's just that
I've done this a few times and I know how to control it when I want to.
Whatever boyfriend you get is gonna love having sex with you.  You have
natural skills."

"You're so nice to me," he said cuddling in and wrapping his arms around
me.  I felt his breath on my chest and I think he would have been content
to lie there all night.  I rubbed his back as we got our breathing under
control and in sync with each other.  When Darcy finally moved again, he
looked up at me and leaned in to give him another kiss.

"You had enough yet?"

He shook his head and smiled.  "No."

I grinned back at him.  "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

He nodded.  "Yes, please."

Now how can you refuse a boy that polite?  "Okay, but I'm gonna fuck that
sweet ass until you can't walk."

He giggled slightly.  "Then I'd have to sleep here with you."

"One day," I grinned.  "That sounds like an entirely different deal."

He just smiled as I moved and positioned him face up on the bed, with his
legs bent at the knee.  I was so horny that my mind was already ten steps
ahead as to what I wanted to do with him.  My brain already had him being
gang banged at a coming out party in his honour.  I gently took hold of his
cock and played with it while watching his face as he stared at me without
blinking.  He was focused so intently that I hoped he wasn't to tense to
actually get fucked.  It didn't matter, because now that we'd begun, I had
no intention of stopping until I took the last of his virginity.

I leaned down and gently worked my tongue down his shaft and around his
balls, before going back up and taking the head into my mouth and flicking
around the piss slit.  I deep throated him several times to get him just
horny enough to begin breathing heavier.  You have to get them in the right
frame of mind if you're going to take them anally for the first time.  I
pushed his knees back by his head so that his ass was now straight up
towards my face.  I grabbed a few more pillows and put them under his back
for support and stared into his wide open hole.  God, this is my favorite
position for rimming.  At least it was with Darcy since his pink pucker was
right in front of me and the small cheeks were as far apart as they could
go.  I dropped my face into his hole and began working on it.  I tongued
him for several minutes while at the same time playing with his cock and
balls.  He was rock hard and moaning nonstop.  When he began dripping
precum, I wiped it off the tip and put my finger in his mouth, which he
gladly sucked on.  In my mind I had two choices, I could keep rimming and
jerking him off until he came and I made sure I got it all over his face,
or I could begin to lube him in preparation for his first fuck.  I wanted
to do both, but I figured that if he came again before I fucked him, it may
take longer to ramp him up to be ready for the penetration.  I mean he's
starting with my 8˝ inches.  Not a normal size cock for a beginner.  I
thought about going for a dildo and working that in him, but I chose to
stay in the moment and open him up with my tongue and fingers first.  I
grabbed the bottle of lube and popped it open.  He continued to stare at me
and grinned as he saw me turn the bottle upside down and squirt some onto
his upturned ass.

"Ohhhh, that's cold," he said as it hit his pucker.

"It'll warm up quickly.  We're gonna need lots of it to be able to fuck you
properly today.  I'll warn you in advance that when I begin to enter you,
it may hurt a bit.  That's normal and all I can tell you is just keep
breathing, relax and push out gently."  I tell them all that otherwise
you'd never get to fuck anyone.  They'd just scream that it hurts too much
and then you've got to stop to get the duct tape to keep them quiet.  And
if you have to do that, they may never come back to try it again...and you
want them back.  Like they say in business, it's much easier to keep a
customer than it is to go out and find new ones, although new customers
help build your business...so there's that.

I ran my finger around the lube and began to push at his hole.  He
continued to stare at each part of what I was doing.  "This is my finger,"
I said tapping it at his hole.  "We'll start with this to get you slowly
opened and then when I think you're ready, I'll lower you down, put your
legs on my shoulders and begin to fuck you.  Remember, just stay as relaxed
as you can."

"Okay," he nodded as he tried to follow my instructions.  My finger gently
pushed into him and he instantly clamped around it.

"Relax," I repeated.

"Okay," he said again and unclenched.  We had several attempts to get him
to breathe and relax at the same time as each push forward with my finger
had him clamping down again.  His sphincter almost pulled me in as soon as
I got past the entrance.  I felt around inside the small silky cavern,
almost wishing I had a flashlight and a camera so I could see what it
looked like in there.  He moved and wiggled so much that I had to use my
other hand on his chest to keep him steady.  Just holding his tight ass
cheek was driving me to leak precum all over the bed.  I kissed and licked
all parts of his ass and the back of his balls a couple times.

I added more lube as I pulled the finger out a bit and pushed back in.  He
was beginning to moan as the feeling of having something inside him for the
first time became more intense.  I eventually pulled my finger out and
watched his hole close up, and begin to wink in anticipation of more.

Darcy looked back to see what I was doing.  "You still okay?"  I asked
smiling at him.

He nodded with a huge grin.  "Way beyond okay.  This is epic.  Did you pop
that cherry thing, yet?"

"It's more a metaphorical cherry popping on a guy," I replied.  "But
technically you can't claim that you've been popped until you've had a
penis in there.  Just so you know," I said helpfully. "Be sure to stop me
if it gets to be too much.  I don't want you to do more than you can
handle," I advised.

"I will," he assured me.  I returned to his ass and pushed my tongue back
into him, tasting the lube.  If I had a choice of a tub of ice cream or
this ass, I'd take his ass every time.  Not as fattening either.  I coated
a second finger, before slowly and carefully pushing back inside.  Normally
a virgin would complain about now, but Darcy only moaned louder as both
fingers penetrated him.  His ass almost did all the work as he wiggled
upward to accept me.  I felt around to stretch his hole as I went.  I
rubbed the back of his balls and could feel them pulsating at the
stimulation.

"How you doing?  Any pain?"  I asked as I buried the full length of two
fingers into him.

"A little, but I can handle it.  I think it's just a bit uncomfortable.  I
guess I'm not used to something going in there," he panted and then out a
big breath of air.  "It feels strange, but it doesn't hurt.  Uhhh, is it
supposed to or something?"  He asked without moving his head from his
relaxed position.

"Sometimes, but everyone is different depending on how relaxed they are."

"If I were any more relaxed, I might be asleep, but I don't want to miss
anything.  This might be more incredible than driving."

I pulled my fingers out and ran both hands up his chest to tweak his
nipples.  "Would you like to keep going?"

"Yes...please...," he said in a breathy whisper.

"You have the most amazing ass," I said as I moved my hands down to grip
his cheeks firmly as I sat back to look at him. I watched his cock leaking
all over himself, making his level of excitement pretty obvious.  I leaned
in and licked his balls and shaft again.  He gasped and thrust up to meet
me.  This boy was a natural without even knowing it.  "You're doing great."

"What's next?  Three fingers?"  He asked hypothesizing as to what might be
next.

I ran my hand over the small of his back as I worked his hole. "You don't
have to try everything in one day.  I don't want you to feel pressured to
do something you're not ready for," I said as I slowly pushed two fingers
back in and turned them around in his hole.  He was well lubed up and as
horny as any gay boy about to get fucked.

"I promise I'll tell you if I can't handle something.  I've been ready
since I was 14, I promise," he said trembling slightly, his voice almost
cracking.

I took a deep breath and leaned over him to whisper in his ear, making sure
I let my cock drag over his ass.  "Then if you're ready to lose your
virginity, it's time to fuck you," I said as seductively as I could.

He nodded his head.  "Please!  I promise I'm ready.  "I've been ready to
lose my virginity since I learned to spell it," he panted as he moved his
ass almost eagerly.

"I won't lie to you.  I'm bigger than most guys, so this is going to hurt
at first.  I'll go slow to let you get used to it, but it will ease up once
I get going.  Just try to hold on, okay?"

"Okay," he said taking a deep breath in anticipation.

I sat back and poured more lube into his opened hole and pulled the cheeks
so that some of it could drip right inside him.  I coated my erection and
gently pulled him back down so he was more comfortable.  I took each leg
and placed it on my shoulders, and told him to keep them there. I kneeled
up to slide my shaft along his ass crack, making sure to tap against his
hole as I passed it.  Each time I touched it, he shivered in anticipation
of the biggest event in his life so far.  I pressed the tip against his
hole.  "Just make sure you tell me if it starts to hurt too much and I'll
stop.  Don't be a hero just to try an impress me." He nodded, as he lay
with his head on the pillow staring up at me with that look that says I
don't know what's really about to happen, but I trust you.  As soon as the
tip of my mushroom head pushed against his sphincter, he began to tremble.
I paused my forward movement.

"You're doing great, buddy.  This first part is the toughest.  Your ass
tries to resist like it's a one-way street and we're going the wrong
direction.  This is the part I need you to relax for.  Deep breaths, push
your ass out gently, and I'll enter.  There will be a bit of a sharp pain
as I get in, but it'll pass quickly."  I honestly expected him to stop me
before the sphincter clamped around the head.  He nodded and inhaled
deeply.  I felt his ass push back and I inched forward.  He tensed up
almost immediately.

"Just push out."

"Yeah.  It starting to hurt," he panted.  I pulled back, and poured some
more lube into his hole and returned.  This time my head slipped past the
outer ring, and he moved forward, giving a small `oof' and jumped as he
took a deep breath.  "Is it in?"  He asked as his face showed the strain of
the entry.  "Did I do it?"

"It's in.  That's the worst part of any fuck, but it gets easier each time.
I'll just wait for the initial pain to subside before I continue."

"Thanks.  God you have a big dick.  Can all gay guys take being fucked?"

"Not all, but most will eventually try it.  Some prefer to be a top, others
can't get enough of being a bottom.  There's no rules to it.  Want me to
keep going, or have you had enough?"

"Just give me a second, but I wanna keep going.  Please.  I want to really
know what it's like."  His breathing increased as I began the
long...long...slow journey into his tiny chamber.  Normally by the time you
get a couple inches into someone for the first time, you feel them pull
away as they naturally try to resist, or a hand shoots back to your thigh
to tell you to slow down.  Darcy made no such movement as he lay there
being penetrated.  I could feel him tense up each time I pushed another
inch into him.  He had lowered his head and was biting the pillow as I took
his virginity.  I was so focused on listening for him to tell me to stop,
that I almost didn't realize that I was fully inside without a single
complaint.

"I'm all the way in, buddy.  God, you're perfect.  Still okay?"

"Yeah," he said breathlessly.  "It hurts but I don't want you to stop.
It's like I need to go to the bathroom or something.  I can't believe I'm
doing it."

"Me either," I admitted.  "It takes a truly special skill to handle a cock
this size on your first try."  I moved a hand to rub his face as I began to
gently fuck him.  He gripped my cock like someone who had been doing it for
years.  "This ass is unreal."

I put my hands on either side of him and began to fuck faster, staring into
his eyes to watch for that magic moment where pain turns to pleasure and
you pass the point of no return. He moaned louder as I began to fuck a
little faster, using full strokes as I did it.  I almost forgot this was
his first time, and really began to give it to him.  I felt his ass opening
and closing around my penis as I drilled him.  "Oh Jesus!  This is
incredible."  I panted as I slammed into him, listening to our bodies slap
together as they made contact.  I moved more on top of him and leaned in to
kiss as I moved in and out.  Normally I would just cum and flood his pussy,
but I wanted to make sure he remembered his first time as the best he'll
ever have.  I'm like that American guy.  I believe everything is bigger,
better, and more fantastic than anything that's happened before, even if
there's no evidence to support it, or worse, evidence to disprove it, I
don't believe it anyway.  Me and sex are like that!  I stopped moving
leaving myself deep inside.

"Did you finish?"  He asked.

"No.  I want to just stay connected for a minute before I go for the grand
finale.  You can move your legs around my back if you want, or run your
hands over my ass or body if you want to."  He let his legs come off my
shoulders and I quickly readjusted my positioning a little so I could
really fuck him.  Maybe I was showing off a bit, like the best expert that
there's ever been in the history of sex!  I looked at his body as my cock
throbbed inside his amazing little ass.  His small perky nipples, his cute
innie belly button, and that rock-hard cock and big balls.  He was a poster
child for the perfect twink.  "Damn you're hot.  Ready to lose your
virginity?"

"I haven't yet?"

Technically he had when he fucked me, but I wanted it to be a moment in
time he'd actually remember properly.  "Almost.  I'm going to cum inside
you so that part of me will always be with you, the same as your cum is
inside me.  Once I'm finished, you'll be all man!"  I grinned.  I began
moving again using my whole weight to slam deep into him.  I could see his
face contort as I went as deep as I could, but to his credit, he never
complained once, and barely blinked as he soaked in every second of his
first fuck.  I leaned back, grabbed his ankles and held his legs apart so I
could see myself inside him.  I could see each ab ripple as I entered, and
him breathe out as I pulled back.  After only a minute in this position,
watching myself fuck him, I put his legs back on my shoulders, leaned
forward so that my face was right over top of his.

"Here we go, baby. Time to finish!  This is the type of fuck normally
reserved for power bottoms.  Just make sure you let me know if it's too
much."

He nodded as I drove my eight and a half inches as far into him as I could,
and picked up speed to slam him on each thrust.  He cried out and grabbed
my ass.  I thought he was about to stop me, but instead he thrust up into
me.  "Oh my god.  Fuck!  Fuck me!" he cried out.  "Fuck me harder!!"  He
had reached that point in sex where the prostate is stimulated so much that
it sends electrical current to the brain to short circuit it.  Nothing else
mattered to him now...at least not until he reached his climax.  I kept
going, but repositioned myself so that all my weight was on my hand and
toes, and pounded him as hard as you could with gravity at its current
levels.  I really expected him to make me stop but he just kept crying out
for more.  I couldn't hold back and finally let myself erupt inside him.
As soon as I felt the first couple of jets pulsing hot cum into him, I
knelt up, squeezed the base of my cock tight with one hand, and gently
pulled out.  Normally, I'd just yank it out fast so he could get the rest
all over himself, but I didn't want his ass to slam shut and hurt.  I aimed
my cock at his erection and released the rest of my load.  His eyes went
wide as he saw it happen.  I grabbed his wet cock and furiously jerked him
off using the natural lube I'd given him.

"Oh fuck!"  He said panting, his eyes giving me that intense look that only
comes from a newbie on his first time.  "I'm gonna cum," he gasped, barely
able to get the words out before he erupted. He didn't have a lot of cum
for his third ejaculation of the session, but it was powerful enough that I
think he might have actually scared himself with the force of it.  His
whole body shook violently.

"Yeah!  Drain those big balls.  Show me that load!"  I encouraged.  Always
best to talk dirty when you're fucking.  It just adds a porn star HD
quality to the whole thing.  "Empty those nuts," I said as I kept stroking,
trying to use my pinky finger to press against his tight ball sac as I felt
it throbbing.  As soon as it didn't appear as if any more was coming out, I
shook his cock while squeezing the remaining few drops from him.

Once I thought he was completely finished, I lay beside him.  "Now that's a
fuck!"  I exclaimed as I reached over and played with the small puddle of
jizz on his stomach and slipped my finger into his open mouth as he lay
there panting.  I think I surprised him, which as we all know just
encourages me, so I leaned down and licked a bit of the sauce off him, and
pressed our lips together.  He never closed his eyes as I gave him a quick
kiss before going back to do it again.  This time he had his mouth open,
and tongue partially out in anticipation.

"Did you like that?"  I asked as I looked at him.

"I don't even know how to explain it," he said looking emotional.  "It was
like my whole body exploded at once."

"Welcome to the advanced sex class," I grinned.  "Let's roll over so you
can lie on top of me for a bit before we go get cleaned up."  We switched
positions and I wrapped my hand around his back so I could rub it gently,
slowly moving down to his ass to massage it.  I couldn't help but slip my
finger down his crack and push gently into his open hole.  He moaned gently
as he fused into me.  I could feel the wetness of the cum squishing between
us.

"That is what awaits you when you let guys know you're available."

"I wish every guy would want to do this," he said quietly.  "I guess I'm
not a virgin anymore?"

"You guess right.  You're no longer a virgin and we have each other's cum
inside us to prove it.  We lay together for several minutes, each just
enjoying the other's warmth.  I rubbed his hair and looked at him.

"Nicely done for your first real sex.  Let's get you some water and get
cleaned up.  That was so awesome, dude."

He grinned as I helped him to his feet.  We went to the bathroom so he
could sip some water and rinse his mouth.  Once he was done, he turned to
look at me with a massive grin.

"That was insane!  We gotta do that again, for sure!!"  he said flinging
his arms around me in a big hug.

"Glad I could help," I replied returning the hug.

He let go and looked up.  "What's next?"

"How about a shower and we'll call it a day.  That's probably more than
enough."

"Oh.  Okay," he said sounding disappointed.  "But you're still gonna keep
teaching me more things, right?  Maybe I could spend a whole day, or maybe
a night or something."

"Nothing would be hotter than having you in bed all night, but I doubt
either of us would do much sleeping.  I've thought about it, and so far
it's just been you and me.  What we need to work on is get you used to
being proud of your body.  Are there any boys at your school that you think
are cute?"

"Tons.  But they're pretty popular.  I wouldn't have the nerve to talk to
any of them."

"It gets easier.  I promise."

"I'm probably just a freak or something, aren't I?  Is that why guys don't
like me?"

"Stop that!  If you let people like you, I PROMISE they're gonna think
you're incredible.  We're gonna make a law while you're around me, or in
his house."

"A law?"

"Yeah.  You're not allowed to say negative or self-deprecating about
yourself no matter what.  You're only allowed to say positive things when
referring to yourself, or even bragging things.  I recommend you listen to
Blake and how he talks.  That boy is all ego, all the time.  He's just
short of being a narcissist."

"I'll try but I'm not really that..."

I made a buzzer noise as I interrupted him.  "Strike!  Do I have to slap
your face every time you say something negative?  Or how about I slap the
top of your dick each time you talk down about yourself?"

"No.  I'll try."

"Good.  Let's try.  Do you have a nice cock?"  I asked as I took hold of it
and lifted it up for a better visual.

"Ummm...I guess?"  he said looking at me for confirmation.

"Try that again with feeling, almost pride and perhaps some bragging.  Do
you have a nice cock?"

"Yes, I have a nice cock," he replied.

"Still not convinced.  Tell me how great it is.  "Make me want it again.
Do you have a nice cock?"

He paused and took a deep breath.  "Yes, I have a great cock," he replied.

"Better.  Still wouldn't make me want it.  One more time with feeling or I
snap it off," I said as I gently twisted his package.

"Yes, I have an amazing dick.  It's so big you'd never get it all in your
mouth," he chuckled. "I doubt you could handle something that awesome."

"Nice!  Now YOU just have to believe it.  Always brag about your dick when
asked.  Hell, I know guys with four inches that think they're great."

"This is gonna take some getting used to," he said still sounding uncertain
of himself.  "I mean I'm so short I could give blowjobs without having to
kneel."

I laughed.  "Okay, that's self-deprecating, but funny.  If you can laugh at
yourself, it's actually a good thing, but don't overdo it.  For now, let's
ignore your height.  You can't change that until your body is ready, so
let's focus on everything else.  You workout with karate and you're welcome
to use the gym here.  Hit the tanning booth to get some colour if you want.
You already have a great hairstyle and beautiful facial features, and I'm
telling you, the more people that see you naked, the more will want you.
The difficult part will be to keep everyone from trying fighting over who
gets to have sex with you."

"I don't think that'll be a problem when they see me naked."

I slapped his face and made a buzzer noise.  "Wrong!  That's negative.  Try
again.  The difficult part will be to keep everyone from trying to have sex
with you."

"Ummm, yeah.  But I could issue tickets so they could all take a turn?"

"Better," I grinned.  "See, it's pretty obvious your brain knows this
stuff, you just have to tell it to your mouth and work on making that your
first response each time."

"I'll try, but it still feels wrong.  I mean if people liked me then
wouldn't they want to hang out with me?"

"It's probably a combination of things.  If you think people don't like
you, then you don't like yourself, and when that happens you sort of send
out a negative vibe that keeps people away.  They are always drawn to
outgoing positive people.  Most of this stems from the bullies having
gotten into your head about your size and picking on you.  We're going to
take that away and get you elected president of your school you'll be so
popular."

"Yeah, right!  Like that's..." I raised my hand to slap his face again.  "I
meant.  And I'll be the best fucking president in the history of the
school...of any school!"

"That's the way!  Let's get you clean up.  First thing, let's drain my cum
out of you.  I'll show you how to use the bidet to make sure you're really
clean."

He watched as I got the temperature right, and used a bit of lube on the
nozzle before turning the water off.

"Okay, now with this, you just lower yourself onto it, press the button for
about three seconds and then release.  Stand up and go sit on the toilet.
That'll clean you out properly."

"Do you always have to do that when you get fucked?"  Darcy asked looking
up at me.

"No, but you should at least sit on the toilet and drain the cum, or the
first good fart and you have an underwear full of jizz.  Not to mention
having it leak down your leg all day.  This just makes sure you're really
clean.  A lot of times guys will do this just before sex to make sure their
ass is completely empty so they can take bigger cocks.  It's called
douching."

"Yeah, I've heard of it.  Now I guess I know what it is.  What if you don't
have a bidet?"

"You can use anything to squirt water into yourself.  A bottle, a turkey
baster...just don't use it for the turkey after that," I joked.  "I'll
start the shower.  You go ahead and use it and then we can wash the rest of
the mess off us."

I went to get the shower started as he lowered himself onto the bidet.  He
went the full length of the nozzle, almost squirming around to get more of
it in.  I maybe should have told him that he really only needed to put the
first couple inches in, but he looked happy, so I kept quiet.  He pushed
the button and gave a little yelp as the water flooded into him.  Always a
surprise feeling the first time.  I could see him count to three and
release, but he kept sitting there not moving.  I grinned as I looked
between his legs to see that it had given him another erection.  He moved
up a bit and then back down, letting out a bit of a sigh as he did it.

I went over to him.  "Everything work okay?"  I asked.

He nodded.

Once you're done, you can stand up and go drain the water out of your ass
in the toilet, or if you're like Blake you can ride the nozzle for a bit.
Just move up and down on it while you masturbate," I said reaching out to
take hold of his cock.  He gasped and moved up again, then back down.

"I'm guessing you enjoy having your ass stimulated huh?"  I smiled.

"It feels so good I never want it to end," he said breathing heavily, as
his cock returned to its natural state of fully erect.  "Your penis in me
felt the best though.  I never knew it would be that good. This was the
best day of my whole life."

"Looks like you're enjoying the bidet though," I said noting his breathing
change as he enjoyed being stroked with the nozzle inside him.  "Sit all
the way down on it."  He did it without question and I moved up in front of
him.  "Open your mouth."  He looked up at me and opened up.  I slid my cock
in and pulled his head forward.  I'm sure he could taste the lube on it,
but he never said a word as he worked on it.  "Now just ride the bidet and
suck me off.  Play with my ass and balls.  Slip a finger in me if you want.
Jerk off, or do whatever makes you crazy horny."  This was his moment to
take control.  He bounced on the bidet while trying to do everything I told
him.  I just kept one hand on his head while the other played with his
nipples.  I took the opportunity to fondle my own balls and without
warning, I came in his mouth.  I mean I didn't have a lot, but enough to
surprise him.  He pulled back and coughed a little as his eyes watered.

"Sorry," he said.  "I wasn't expecting that."

"Figured I'd surprised you.  Now how about you get off that thing and let's
get you emptied."  I helped him up, reminding him to clench his ass as soon
as the nozzle left him.  I almost heard the official complaint being filed
in his head.  I had him sit on the toilet and told him to let everything
out, while I used one of the antiseptic wipes to clean the nozzle in
preparation for the next person.

He let the water and cum drain out of him and then the inevitable happened,
he gave a loud fart releasing the built-up pressure from his ass and a bit
of poop.  He looked horrified.

"I couldn't help it," he apologized as he reached back and flushed.  "I've
never sat on a toilet with someone watching before."

"No need to apologize.  A good fart is healthy.  You should do it all the
time.  The water loosens everything, so other things happen too.  Now you
know where the saying comes from...shit happens!  Don't worry about it.  I
mean I was just inside you, so that's a lot more personal, don't you
think?"

"I guess," he said as he kept sitting while trying to use toilet paper
discreetly, then flushed again before standing back up.  I took him over to
the shower and washed both of us.  By the time I was done, he was so hard
that his cock was throbbing again.  I turned him to face me as I took hold
of it.

"That might never go back down again," I joked.

"It won't.  I'm gonna dream of this for the rest of my life.  Could I come
over tomorrow?"

"Pace yourself buddy.  I know this is all new and exciting, but our goal
isn't just to screw your brains out, it's for you to gain more confidence
and work on making your entire life better, from bullies to being gay."

"And short.  Don't forget that.  I'm still short."

"That one will fix itself when your body is ready.  But even short people
can stand tall with confidence."

"Is that like a Confucius saying?"

"It's a Justin saying," I smirked as I washed his hair, just for the fun of
doing it.  It's not like he needed it.  "What did you like about what we
did today?"

"All of it was great!  I think I like being fucked more than fucking, but I
liked both.  I definitely think kissing is wicked fun," he admitted.

"See, you're already getting a sexual identity."

Darcy laughed.  "It can be my superhero alter ego.  Boner man!"

"Careful.  If you take off your clothes and someone recognizes you in your
boner man outfit, they may tease you for it.  You know superheroes are
supposed to wear spandex tights, not be naked.

"I don't think spandex is a good look for boner man!  It'll show off too
much," he grinned.

"As opposed to being naked?"

"Okay, I'll have to work on that."

I leaned in to kiss him again and we took our time under the warm water.
Part of me wanted to fuck him again, but I needed him to process what had
happened today.  We finished showering and dried off, and went to sit back
on the bed as we continued our talk.  "How about another deal?"

"Cool, I like your deals.  They're fun and scary at the same time," he
admitted.

"I'll give you three things to do and once you've done them all, I'll take
you out to our island for a long weekend.  We can be naked and have sex the
entire time as your reward.

"You have an island?  Like a secret spot?"

"More like we own it.  We call it Bare Island."

"Will we have to watch out for them when we're there?"

"What?"

"The bears?"  He asked seriously.

"Other type of bare," I replied with a smirk.

"Oh, right.  I should have figured that out.  That would be the best
weekend of my whole life.  Would we camp?"

"We have a cabin, but if you wanted to spend a night in a tent, I'd be more
than happy to take one along.  There's a swimming hole with a rope swing
and plenty of space to explore, all while leaving our clothes on the boat."

"And have sex outdoors?"  He asked sounding a little nervous, but more
excited.

"Of course."

"What three things do I have to do?"

"First, the next few times you come over, you leave your clothes at the
door and stay naked, no matter who is home."

"What if I'm here to do karate with Blake?  Won't he think it's a little
strange if all of a sudden I'm just naked while we train?"

"Agreed.  In that case, if you go swimming, say you'd like to try the
skinny dipping that he suggested.  He'll find that normal.  Otherwise, if
you're here hanging out, no clothes at all.  It's time for you to let
people see you."

"Whew.  Okay, I can try, I think.  What else do I have to do?"

"Once you're comfortable with the first one, then I'm going to take you and
introduce you to a whole lot of gay boys so you can practice talking to
them.  At some point during that trip, I'll get you naked and maybe blow
you in front of them."

"What?"

"Don't worry, I won't tell them you're gay.  Just that you're curious and
trying things out.  I'll also do it when it's appropriate, which will
probably mean when you get horny from seeing some of them going at each
other, which will almost certainly happen."

"You want me to have sex in front of other guys?  That might be a bit
advanced."

"It might, but you won't know if you don't try.  For something like that,
you focus just on me, and blank out everything around you."

"Wow.  That's way tougher than the first one.  And three?"

"The toughest one.  I want you to tell Blake you're gay."

"I can't!"  he said almost panicking.  "You promised I'd never have to
until I was ready."

"And I meant it.  You can take as long as you want to tell anyone.  I
didn't say we'd have to go to the island next weekend.  Let me finish.
I've told you before that Blake would be the easiest to come out to as you
can trust him.  You would finally have a friend around your age that you
could tell anything to and have each other's backs. It's a huge step, but I
wouldn't suggest it if I didn't think you were ready to handle it.  The
confidence it gives you will be overwhelmingly empowering."

"If I did tell him, could you be there?"

"I could, but it would have a much bigger impact if you did it when it was
just the two of you, and the timing felt right."

"Shit.  I really wanted to do that island thing.  Those are three pretty
big things."

"Big challenge for big reward."

"If I can't do them, will you still teach me more sex stuff?"

"Yes, but we can't be going at it every day.  That's only part of what we
need to work on, but I'd love you to challenge yourself.  I want you to be
the amazing and outgoing person I know you are.  Promise me that you'll at
least think about it."

"I will.  I promise."

"Good.  Now let's get dressed and get you home."

I let him drive back to his place and he thanked me for the awesome day and
promised he'd think about what I'd asked him.  You can't really push for
more than that.

The next day it was all about Blake.  I mean everyday is all about Blake
lately, but this was about his new friend, Sienna.  They arrived home after
school, having used the car service.  No buses for this kid when he has a
car on speed dial.  Is speed dial still a thing?  Maybe we should change
that saying to `he had a car on Siri'.

"I'm home!" He yelled.  I'm never sure if it's a greeting or a warning, so
I choose not to ask.  "I just wanna know who left birds in charge of the
world?"

"What?"

"Think about it.  They get to crap all over the sidewalks and no one does
anything.  If a dog does it, we have to clean up after them, and geez, if I
do it, all hell would break loose.  So, duh!  Obviously birds are in
charge."

"Well, that goes without saying," I agreed.

"Oh, this is Sienna," he said introducing the girl that was with him.
"Sienna, this is one of my Dads, Justin."

"Nice to meet you, sir," she replied politely.  "Okay, I like her.
Finally, someone normal to keep Blake under control."

"Please no sir stuff.  You can call me Justin.  What homework are you
doing?"  I asked making small talk as Blake got them both a pop, and
grabbed a couple bags of munchies to take with them.

"Math," she replied.  "Blake's good at it, so I figured we could work
together."

"We'll be in my room, Justin," he grinned.

"You can call me Dad, smart ass," I replied trying to be all parental
around the new friend.  Might as well start this off properly.  "And make
sure you leave your door open."  I've seen that advice on TV shows when boy
brings a girl home, so I think you're supposed to use it more than I do.
I've never really seen it suggested when a boy brings a boy home.  I guess
no one wants to hear two boys grunting as they go at it.

"Yeah right, Dad!  Why?  Wanna take pictures or something?"  Blake joked
back as they grabbed their backpacks and headed upstairs to his room.

I checked on them once, and I was almost shocked to see that his door WAS
actually partially open.  I mean not all the way, but enough that to prove
he had listened.  I'm so getting the hang of this parenting thing.  By the
time I get Colin pregnant, or he gets me pregnant...we haven't worked that
out yet, I'll totally be ready for kid number two.  I draw the line at
breast feeding though.  Well, unless it's a cute boy sucking on my tits.  A
baby, no thanks.  That's creepy.  From what I heard in Blake's room they
were actually studying.  I was impressed.  I quietly headed back downstairs
so that he wouldn't know I'd checked up on him, and was surfing the
internet checking out anything that was currently going viral.  I haven't
figured out how to block all the crazy shit coming out of American
politics, but I did manage to totally blacklist Fox news.  That seemed to
fuel a lot of the crazy.  I hope America comes back to the rest of the
world sometime soon.  I know I tease them a lot, but I kind miss the
responsible superpower it used to be, not the batshit crazy, constantly
lying and unpredictable one, it is now.  I'm not looking forward to having
to learn Chinese if they don't, although I do think a lot of Asian boys are
pretty hot, so there's that at least.

After another hour, the two finally emerged from their studying, and I
heard them come down the stairs.  I turned to acknowledge them, and tried
not to show my surprise.  They were both wearing matching black boxer
briefs, and only boxer briefs.  Apparently Blake's.  Sienna was one of
those girls that could pull off the look with surprising sexiness.

"We're just taking a break from homework," Blake explained.  "My brain is
turning to goop."

Goop?  What the fuck is goop, exactly?  I guess that shouldn't be my first
thought in a situation like this.

"I hope it's okay that I'm not wearing a shirt," Sienna said quickly before
I responded to them verbally.  "I think it's only fair that if boys can go
shirtless, girls should be able to as well."

"I have no problem with that thinking at all.  You're free to be as
comfortable as you want.  Those boxers are a good look on you."

"Thanks.  They're Blake's.  He thought we might look good as twins."

"Well the twin thing is working for you.  Blake, when are getting boobs
that nice?  I doubt you'd even need a bra with them."

"I don't wear a bra," she replied.  "I figure that's just sexist.  I only
wear one during sports and stuff, but otherwise I don't think I need one."

"Good for you."

"Yeah, you should see how crazy it makes all the boys, especially when she
wears a tight shirt.  Kinda like when I wear my tight shirt and you can see
my nipple ring," Blake announced.  "We're going to the pool if you need
us."

They headed off and I just shook my head.  And here I thought she was a
girl that might be able to calm Blake down a notch.  Instead, he's got her
into his underwear...literally.  Damn that kid is fast.  From study buddy
to getting her naked in just over an hour.  Impressive.  Would I be able to
brag about that when parents get together for some school event, and all
talk about their kids?  They resurfaced wrapped in towels about 20 minutes
later, looking as innocent as when they went down, which isn't really
saying much.  Blake asked if I'd be able to drive Sienna home which I was
more than happy to do.  When we got to her house, he was even the perfect
gentleman and walked her to her front door where he gave her a little kiss
as you might expect from a first date.  A first date that so far had gotten
her into wearing his boxers and being shirtless.

When he got back in the car, he was grinning pretty hard.  "She seems like
a nice girl," I said to make small talk.

"She's totally woke."

"I see that.  Not a lot of girls are comfortable walking around shirtless."

"It's more popular now," Blake said nodding slightly.  "Girls like being
equal to boys."

"And so they should be.  I just hope you wore a condom."

"Oh my god, Justin.  We're just friends, perv!"  Blake said grinning.  "She
doesn't fuck on the first date.  She's old fashioned like that.  All we did
was make out a little and check each other out naked so we'd know if we can
get along.  She sat on my face so I could check out her pussy, while she
gave me a blowjob, but we didn't have sex.  God!"

It's tough on an outgoing boy like Blake when you get those old-fashioned
girls like that, I thought to myself without commenting.

"Sienna said that if girls fuck on the first date they get reputations at
school for being sluts and she doesn't want boys to think she's like that.
We're planning on hanging out on the weekend, so we'll probably have sex
then to see if we totally like each other though.  No point in being super
god friends if we don't get along in everything."

"Makes sense.  Those old-fashioned girls have to maintain their standards,
after all," I said sarcastically.

"Exactly!"  He nodded.

"Well make sure if you do go all the way with her, that you wear a condom."

"We're not gonna go anywhere.  We'll probably just do it in my room.  It's
okay though, she's on the pill.  Plus, it feels way better without a
condom."

"True, but what have I told you about bagging it before putting it in a
girl.  Birth control isn't 100% effective."

"Dad!  We're environmentally conscious.  Less packaging.  You don't wanna
wrap something this great up in plastic.  It'd be a travesty."

"Travesty or not, wrap it or lose it!  As for being environmentally
conscious, which is a lesser footprint, one condom, or three years worth of
diapers in a landfill somewhere?"

"Okay, I get it.  Rubber or rubber baby buggy bumpers," he giggled.  "But
don't you think she's hot?"

"She seems like a nice girl," I agreed.  "She's almost the female version
of you."

"I know, right!  We're perfect together.  She says I'm way more outgoing
than other boys my age, and she totally loves how big my cock is."

"Well I'd agree with that.  You are outgoing.  Are you thinking that you'd
like her as a girlfriend?"

"She's not into labels.  Like me.  We're just together in whatever way we
need.  Just two souls living the dream."

"Oh brother.  What did I tell you about smoking pot?" I joked as I pushed
him on the shoulder.

"What?  I like her.  She likes me.  Only makes sense we'd have sex.  That's
what friends do ya know.  This isn't the 1980's Dad.  We're more woke now."

"Obvy," I said trying to sound cool.  "Does this mean you're back to girls
now?"

"I'm into people, Dad.  People.  Sienna's fine if we chill out with others.
She'll introduce me to her friends.  I'll introduce her to mine, and we'll
see who connects with who.  That's how it is now.  It's not like the olden
days when YOU went to school and you had to pick a boyfriend or a
girlfriend and then get married."

"First...ouch!  Olden days?  Harsh."

He laughed.  "It's okay.  You're still way more frosty than 90% of the
other parents of my friends."

"Thanks."

"No harshness!" he nodded.

"Speaking of friends, how are you and Darcy getting along?"

"He's nice.  I'm gonna invite him to sleepover next weekend, as I think
he'd like that.  It's okay if I invite him over isn't it?"

"Of course, but like I said, just take it easy with Darcy.  All joking
aside, he's still pretty self-conscious and doesn't have the access to
experiences that you have."

"Don't worry.  I know he doesn't have a ton of friends, so I'll be careful.
We might just watch porn and jerk off so it isn't too weird for him.  Every
guy does that, so it'll be something he's used to.  He's pretty straight,
so maybe I'll introduce him to Sienna.  That might help him talk to girls."

"That would be interesting," I replied.  Really interesting.  I'd like to
be a fly on the wall for that meeting.  Blake thinking Darcy was straight
trying to hook him up with Sienna.  Sienna wanting to screw either of them,
and Darcy wanting Blake.  What could possibly go wrong?  "I think inviting
Darcy for a sleepover would be nice.  Maybe not the porn and jerking off,
but I'm sure he'd like to be invited over."

"I invited him to stay when he was at my party, but he said no.  I could
invite a couple other guys to join us and keep it PG...or 14A, since we're
14, at the most an R.  Maybe the next day we could go fishing or
something."

"If I could suggest just one thing.  If you invite him to sleepover, maybe
just invite him.  If he's not used to having friends, then it's possible he
might feel left out when you have other guys around that you know so much
better.  Ease him into your other friends after you've spent time by
yourselves."

"That's good advice.  But you forgot one thing."

"Which is?"

"That he's straight.  I would be able to `ease him into' my other friends,"
he said laughing.

"Funny, but you know what I meant."

"Yeah.  Hey, you might be okay at this shrink shit after all."

"Thanks.  I'll put that review on my website.  `Good at this shit', should
be my company slogan.  At least I have lots of ability to practice with you
as a son."

"That's the truth.  Lit!  But for the record, I said `okay at this shit',
not good.  Just so you aren't misquoting me to boost your likes."

We got home and found Kyle and Chance in the kitchen having something to
eat.  Blake went up to them and suddenly yelled at me.  "Dad, call 911!"

"What?  Why?"  I asked as Kyle and Chance both stopped eating to stare at
him.

"We have poachers!"  He cried out.  I think we all simultaneously looked
out the window.

"Where?"  I asked.

"Right there!" He said pointing at the plates in front of the guys.  "They
poached their eggs," he giggled and then broke out into hysterical
laughter.  It was infectious and began all of us laughing.

"Would you like something to eat?" I asked.

"Sure.  I'd be in the mood for a filet mignon with lobster Thermador and a
nice glass of Cabernet," he said as he pulled off his shirt.

"One omelette and a glass of milk coming up.  What do you want in it?" I
smirked.

"Whatever.  Cheese, green peppers, bacon.  Nothing in the milk please, just
straight up," he replied as he took the rest of his clothes off for no
apparent reason.

I got the stuff out to make the omelette, and was almost ready to start
when I heard Kyle say, "What're you doing?"  I turned to see who he was
asking, and found Blake had spun Kyle around and pulled his shirt off.

"Having something before dinner," Blake chuckled as he furiously worked on
getting Kyle's pants to his ankles.  Chance just sat there entertained as
he watched them, and then looked over at me.  I just shrugged.

"Can I help you with something?"  Kyle asked amused.

"Nah, I'm good," he smirked as he bent over and went down on him.  Kyle put
his hand on Blake's head and couldn't help but respond to the blowjob.  I
mean he is my kid, so he's an expert at it.  Once he was satisfied that he
had achieved the required erection, he grabbed lube from his pants and put
some on both of them.  Then in a move worthy of a circus performer, he put
one foot on each of the cross bars of the stool and straddled himself over
Kyle, standing almost upright.  His cock was right in line with Kyle's
face, and if it hadn't been for the fact that Kyle was probably amused by
what Blake was doing, he might have leaned in to suck it.  Blake had other
ideas.  He grabbed Kyle's erection, lifted it up and quickly lowered
himself onto it, going all the way down on him in one thrust.

"Mmmmmm, that feels good!" he sighed.  "My ass needed that.  I haven't been
boned in a while."

He bounced up and down, getting more vocal and intense with each thrust.
Kyle had his hand around Blake's waist to ensure he didn't fall backward
and snap his dick off in the process.  He wasn't doing anything except
sitting there watching, like we all were.

"Oh yeah.  I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum!!"  Blake yelled loudly.

"Stand up!"  Kyle barked at him.  He did as he was told and the cock flew
out of his ass.  Kyle took Blake into his mouth and shoved a thumb up his
ass to continue stimulating the prostate.  Blake erupted, and as soon as he
was done, he sat back down letting Kyle's cock rest against his ass as he
got his breathing back under control.

"You want me to finish you off?"  He asked looking down as the tip of
Kyle's dick was visible between them.

"I'm good for now, but Chance is gonna benefit later."

"Whew!  Thanks Kyle.  I needed that.  You want me to ride you, Chance?
Dad?"

"I'm good for now thanks," I replied as I returned to prepare his omelette.

"I'm good too," Chance laughed.  "But dude, that was fuckin' hot.  Next
time you're in that mood again, I'd totally be up for a ride like that."

"Don't encourage him." I announced.

"There's enough of me for both of you," Blake responded as he leaned in and
hugged Kyle as he got himself back under control.  "I'm glad you guys are
woke."

"Me too buddy, me too," Kyle said hugging him back.

And just like that, the spontaneous sex was over as Blake got back into his
clothes, and sat down to wait for his food.  He told them about Sienna and
how great she was.

"How'd you meet her?"  Chance asked.

"I was talking to a group of people who were asking about my new look, so I
explained the summer I'd had.  Three girls even asked if I wanted to go on
a date with them sometime.  I told them I wasn't really looking for that
right now, and that I was trying to only hang out with people who enjoy
being naked.  I think some thought I was joking, and one girl called me a
pervert."

"I'll bet.  I'm guessing Sienna wasn't one of those."

"Nah.  She's cool."

"So why the naked rule?"  Chance inquired curiously.

"Best way to figure out if they like you or not.  Some just want to hang
around to try and be cool by association.  Others just think because I'm
rich, I'll buy them stuff.  I'm gonna make sure that all my friends are
good friends."

"And that requires them to be naked?"  He asked, probably as confused as I
was about the logic behind it, but it seems his rules had morphed since the
last time he mentioned it.  At least now they didn't appear required to
have sex with him to be considered a friend.

"Like we learned in the jungle.  Nudity is normal.  I've been saying that
ever since I was a kid.  Now it's time for my friends to learn it.  They
get naked, or they go find someone else to be friends with that's all
nervous and shy about everything.  I don't want to be like that when I hang
out with people.  One girl asked if I'd ever even seen a girl's boobs when
she was trying to call me out on the naked thing, so I told her about all
the girls I'd been with this summer.  She slapped my face and called me a
pig."

"Ouch."

"Nah, not really.  She slapped like a girl," he chuckled.  "One offered to
show me her boobs if I'd prove I really wasn't shy and show her my dick.  I
told her that I'd seen lots of boobs and I wasn't interested in hers."

"Let me guess.  You got slapped again?"  Colin asked.

"Almost, but I blocked her with a karate move.  Most of the girls left
after that, but the boys stuck around and Sienna did too.  Sienna told us
her philo...philo-sofy...

"Philosophy," Kyle added.

"Yeah, that.  About how she thought it was unfair that boys got to go
shirtless and girls didn't.  She said she went shirtless whenever she
could.  I think every boy looked at her chest when she said it.  I told her
I agreed with her, so she said we should hang out sometime.  Since she's in
a couple of my classes, we agreed to do homework together."

"Are you going to date Sienna?"

"We talked about it, but neither of us are into that right now.  I told her
I'd probably miss sucking dick or being fucked, and that I liked screwing
without a condom as it felt better.  She said she couldn't help with the
dick thing, but I could totally do her without a condom as she was on the
pill.  She said she'd be fine if I wanted another boy to join in with us,
as long as I would be cool if there were times when she invited another
girl.  She's super woke."

"Sounds like it."

"I remembered that girls like romantic stuff and enjoy compliments, so told
her that I really liked her boobs.  I mean she does have really awesome
ones.  I dunno whether I want to date a boy or girl right now.  I like lots
of different things.  Too bad I couldn't build my own friend with all the
parts."

Kyle laughed.  "If only that were a thing.  You know what I think, Blake.
I think you might be pansexual."

"That's what she said," he grinned.

"Wow, and not even a joke in there," I laughed.

"I'm serious though.  You seem to just like people and don't care whether
they're male or female.  That's the definition of pansexual.  You're simply
attracted to who you're attracted to."

"Yeah, that sounds like me.  We talked about lots of stuff like that."  He
ran off to finish homework while Kyle and Chance stayed and talked to me
while I finished eating.

"There's no way he's only 14," Chance commented at one point.  "Maybe they
got it wrong when they first brought him to you.  I'd say he's an easy 20.
I sure as hell don't remember being like that at 14."

"Me neither," I admitted.  "Apparently Jason was, but I was a couple years
behind him in that area.  I guess I made up for it."

"I'll say," Kyle grinned.  "You and Blake are definitely related."

The next day seemed to start out pretty normal.  Everyone was at school,
things were routine, and I had homework at the end of it.  Colin had come
home early and we'd had dinner together.  Blake was at drama practice, or
the junior Q, or diving, or karate, or whatever it was today, so the house
was reasonably peaceful.  It didn't last.

"I'M HOME!"  Blake yelled loudly shattering the peace as he slammed the
front door and quickly got out of his clothes throwing them on the stairs,
leaving himself in his jockstrap underwear, before running to the kitchen.
I watched him in amusement as he seemed slightly giddy.  You could already
see he'd been up to something.  He flopped down beside me, partially
spilling his drink on his chest.  "Ooopsie."

"Oopsie?"  I asked looking at him.  "Blake, are you high?"

"Hi, Dad!"  He grinned looking up at me.  I leaned over to sniff him and he
reeked of weed.  I lifted his head and looked at his eyes.  They were
definitely bloodshot.

"Blake?"

"Dad?"  He giggled.

"Come on.  Details."

"I thought you were gonna say `spill!'," he giggled again.  "I already did
that." He drank the remaining contents and put the empty glass on the
floor.  "Ahhh!  I needed that.  I was at drama today after school.  It's
so... dramatic," he said waving his hands in the air.  "Dustin was there
too, so I went over to his place afterward and met his friend, Gavin.  He's
pretty cool.  He said they were gonna smoke weed and asked if I did it.  I
didn't wanna be rude, so I told him I'd never, but I'd be okay if they
did."

"Very considerate of you," I acknowledged as he spun and put his head on my
lap and swung his feet over the end of the couch.

"I know," he nodded.

"So, they smoked and you joined in?"  I asked looking for more details.

"No.  They smoked, but I never smoked.  They played a game where they took
the joint and then blew the smoke in the other person's mouth to make it
disappear.  It looked cool, so I tried taking the smoke to make it
disappear, but I never touched the joint.  I swear."

"Just inhaling the second-hand smoke can get you stoned too.  Like you are
now.  It's probably not a good idea for you to be over there when they're
smoking pot, okay?"

"I'm not stoned, Dad.  I didn't even touch the joint.  I swear!"

"Trust me buddy, you're stoned."

"You're nice and warm," he said as he cuddled into me slightly, still lying
on his back.  I rubbed his head still wishing the hair would grow back
faster, and he closed his eyes.  The next thing I knew he was asleep.  Go
figure.  I leaned down and kissed Blake's forehead and watched him sleep.
If he starts working out at the gym, he'll be hotter than Colin, and that's
a pretty tall order right there.  He slept for about an hour, and while he
was napping, I just played some games on my phone.  When he awoke, he
complained that his mouth was dry, so he ran to get some water and then
disappeared.  I checked on him later and he was fast asleep on top of his
bed.  I grinned to myself that maybe we'd finally found a way to slow him
down if we ever needed to.  Not that I'd get him stoned, but then rules
around here have a way of morphing pretty fast if you're not paying
attention.

In the morning at breakfast, Colin and I had `the talk' with him about pot.
I mean it's not like it's a problem or anything, since pot is legal anyway,
but he needed to know more than he obviously did.  We informed him about
second hand smoke and how it affected his mind, as well as reminded him
that a lot of his friends were older, and that they'd have marijuana more
readily available than he would.

"That's not true Dad.  I mean if I really wanted to smoke pot, I could just
go into the hedge maze and get the stuff there.  I don't really like the
smell of it.  I think I like being me and not crazy when I'm stoned or
anything.  Same as alcohol.  It tastes gross and I have a headache
afterward."

Neither of us bothered to ask when he'd been drunk, but discussed it with
him.  We also made sure that he knew that if ever was drunk or stoned that
he was to call any of us to come get him, so we could ensure he got back
safely.  Colin told him the story of when he was a kid and came home drunk
and stoned, and how he'd been grounded for the entire summer.

Blake laughed when he heard of Colin losing his bike, walking home naked
and then getting covered in oil.  "You musta been shit faced, huh?"

"More than I knew.  I thought I was fine, until I fell in the oil and it
took my brother hours to clean me up," Colin admitted.  "So promise me, if
you get into any type of trouble, no matter what it is, you'll call us."

"I promise," he said as he gave both of us hugs.  "I'm sorry I got stoned.
I thought you had to inhale the joint.  I didn't know you could get messed
up from just the smoke in the air."

"Now you know," Colin replied.

"Now I know," Blake grinned.  "Ummm, if I go over and hang out with Gavin
again, and he's stoned and wants to have sex with me, is that still okay
though?"

"I think big decisions like that should happen when neither of you are
stoned, or intoxicated," Colin suggested.

"Okay.  I dunno if he'd wanna have sex as he's straight, but just thought
I'd ask so I know the answer if he asks.  Good talk, guys."  We finished
breakfast and it was off to school for him.

I regularly checked my phone to see if Colleen had gotten back to us with
information on Jimmy, or John, whatever we were gonna call him, but so far
there had been no word.  I was trying to be patient, and she did say it
could take a couple months to investigate properly and be sure they had the
right information, but we were nearing that threshold, and I wanted to do
something, so I texted Layne.  Maybe I could do some investigating on my
own.  I could be Dr. Justin, Private Eye Undercovers.  (Nope, not a
spelling error).

Layne quickly replied and said he was free after school followed by so many
emojis that historians would spend years trying to figure out the context
of that reply.  I arranged to meet him, despite not knowing my exact plan,
except to search for information that could move this along.  We've learned
that once child services get involved, they follow the book, and the kids
usually were the ones to get hit right smack in the face with the rules,
but sometimes you just have to burn the book and get on with it.

I arrived at Layne's school and he met me surrounded by a few of his
friends.  "Guys, this is a friend of mine, Justin.  Justin, these are the
guys," Layne said giving his official introduction.

"Wicked cool car!" One of them exclaimed.  "Maserati.  I've never seen one
in chrome before."

"It was a present.  My brothers each have one too," I told him as he ran
his fingers over it.  What's the point in polishing the damn thing if some
kid is just gonna put his sticky fingerprints on it?

I opened the door so they could take a look inside, and once they were
done, Layne told the guys he had to go and he'd see them tomorrow.  He
jumped in the passenger seat and gave me a big hug as if we were lifelong
friends.  "It was awesome that you texted," he gushed.  "I've thought about
you a lot since we were up at the cabin."

"Me too," I admitted, although we might have been having slightly different
thoughts.  "I've been busy or I'd have gotten hold of you sooner.  We took
off for some vacation and then the whole getting back to school thing.
Last time was a bit of an extreme way to meet."

"It's all good.  But it was fun, right?  Are we gonna have sex again?"

"Wow, right to it, huh?"  I grinned.  "I like that.  I'm guessing you're
horny?"

"Dude.  I've been in school all day surrounded by breeders spewing
testosterone.  I usually have to rush home and beat off before I can even
concentrate enough to get to my homework."

"Surprised your Uncle isn't helping you with that."

"Nah, he sucks at homework," Layne joked.  "Plus, I go to my house before I
go over to Uncle Steve's.  That's where I can get some privacy, or take
boys home when I meet them.  If I take them to Steve's place, he usually
finds a way to barge in on us."

"I can see that."

"So, you wanna go over to my place?  Or did you wanna go do something else
instead?"

"No, we can hang at your place for a bit," I said as that worked into my
plan very well.  Scope out the living sitch, and go through drawers and
cupboards looking for clues, like they do in all spy movies.  "Just tell me
where to go."

We took off and weaved through the streets until we got to his house.  A
well-kept place, nothing elaborate, but a decent home in the suburbs.  We
headed in and he dumped his backpack; and like all boys, headed straight
for the fridge to get something eat and drink, offering me some as well.  I
took a Sprite before we went into the family room.

"Should we get naked?"  Layne asked almost immediately.  "You're gonna fuck
me, right?"

"Only if you fuck me as well," I replied.  "But I'd love to know more about
you.  Maybe show me around a bit."

"Cool.  I don't get to do the fucking a lot.  Uncle Steve kinda likes to
fuck me just before bed.  He says blasting your load gives you a better
night's sleep."

"I know I'm always exhausted once I've dumped a load," I agreed.

"Yeah, me too.  Mostly he waits until Jimmy has gone to bed, but
occasionally he lets the kid watch for `educational' purposes.  He says
it's a teachable moment."

"And your parents have no idea you're having this much sex?"

"God, no!  They'd freak out big time.  They think being gay is like the
worst sin on the planet and that sex is only for after marriage.  Some
religious bullshit, so I don't say anything, and Jimmy won't either.  He
knows that he would be sent away if he got caught doing anything.  We run
around naked at Steve's, but if my parents ever saw us do that at home,
we'd be grounded for months and given a lecture on how inappropriate nudity
is.  They don't even like us naked in the bathroom.  I'm pretty sure if
they had their way we'd shower in clothes," he laughed.

"That could be handy.  Laundry and showering at the same time.  You and
Jimmy are pretty close, huh?"

"Yeah.  It's cool having a little brother.  I always wanted one, and he's
like the best.  He loves hanging out and learning stuff from me.  I mean
sometime he can be a pain, like when my friends are over, but they mostly
like him too."

"Does he ever barge in on you when you're here with friends fooling
around?"

"Nah.  Uncle Steve picks him up from school, and they go back to his place
when he's looking after us.  That ensures I have this place to myself.
Like my own house.  When my parents are home, I'd never bring a friend here
and fool around with him...if he were that kind of friend.  I have to leave
my door open when people are over.  If I want to have sex when my parents
are home, I usually go to Uncle Steve's and try to time it so he's not
home, or let him join in.  Whichever works."

"Sounds like you have it all figured out."

"Mostly, but I want a real boyfriend one day.  Someone that is just for me.
Do you have one?"

"I do.  In fact, I actually married my boyfriend, and we adopted a kid."

"Really!" he said sitting up excitedly.  "That's woke!  That's what I want
one day.  A family and a husband, but it'd mean giving up my parents to do
it, so I'm not sure I could ever do that."

"One day, you'll figure it out.  There's no rush.  You'd be surprised how
parents can adapt when one of their kids is gay and they actually have to
face it head on."

"Nah.  You've never met my folks.  They clearly said if I ended up being
gay, they'd disown me and make me move out."

"Some parents may say that in the heat of the moment to scare you into
being straight, but when faced with the reality of it, they may change
their mind.  But I don't know anything about your parents so don't take any
of my advice on it as you know them better than anyone."

"Oh, trust me, I'd be gone.  A kid at our church came out at 14 and his
parents threw him out.  Now he's a foster kid, just like Jimmy."

"Sick bastards.  It makes my fucking blood boil when parents could do that
to a kid.  I'd never do that to Blake, or any other kid."

"Blake's your kid?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"How old is he?"

"Just turned 14."

Layne looked at me and frowned.  "He's 14?  But aren't you like a
teenager?"

"Thanks for that!  But I'm actually 22."

"Not really old enough to have a 14-year-old kid though.  Did you get some
girl pregnant when you were 7?" He chuckled.

"He came to us similar to the way Jimmy came to you.  As a foster kid who
was having trouble in the system.  After that we just ended up adopting him
when they couldn't find any living relatives."

"My parents plan on adopting Jimmy someday too."

"How would you feel if some relative showed up and claimed him, and he had
to leave?"  I asked testing the water.

"I'd be super bummed `cause he's my brother and I'd totally miss him, but I
guess I'd have to be happy for him since he'd be with his real relatives
and stuff.  I'd just hope that they'd let me visit and still be his big
brother."

"That's a good way to look at it."  I really wanted to tell Layne what was
going on so I wasn't lying to him, but until we had more information, it
wasn't worth shaking up everyone's world.  "Now, are you gonna play host
and show me around?"

He stood up grinning.  "I can do that.  But we're gonna end in my bedroom."

"I'm counting on it," I smirked.  He showed me everything from the basement
and back yard, to the bathrooms and beyond.  We entered Jimmy's room and it
looked like a typical 10-year old's room.  Messy and all boy.  "Did Jimmy
have anything with him when he moved in with you.  What was that, like
three years ago?"  I asked, turning on my investigator skills.  Call me
Snoopy McGay.

"Yeah about that.  He didn't have much.  Just some clothes and a couple
toys," I think.  He pretty much outgrew his clothes.  He had tons of
scratches and bruises at first, but they all went away pretty fast once he
got here.  About the only thing left is his stuffed animal.  He still
sleeps with it sometimes."

"Most kids do as a security blanket, or like something familiar."

"Yeah, it stays on his bed at whatever house we're in.  It's like this
ratty old Polar bear, but he won't let anyone throw it out."

My whole body went cold.  "Polar bear?"  It was just another piece of the
puzzle that clicked.  I pulled out my phone and went back to the early
pictures we had of Blake.  "Does it look something like this?"  I asked as
I showed him the picture of Blake holding his.

He nodded.  "Exactly like that.  Is that your kid?"

"Yeah, that's Blake when he was 10, almost 11.  That's just after he first
arrived with us."

"Funny that they both have the same bear.  Maybe the foster people give the
kids the bears to make them feel more comfortable."

"I never thought of that.  It's possible."  I actually never HAD thought of
that.  I just figured that Blake had always had it.

"Blake looks a lot like Jimmy.  Do you have more pictures?"

"Thousands.  Blake loves being the center of attention."

"Sounds like Jimmy.  Maybe all foster kids are like that to get attention
or they get forgotten," he reasoned. "Let's go to my room and you can show
me more pictures."  We crossed the hall and entered his room.  Again, a
typical teenager's room.  Messy, but more mature than Jimmy's.  The first
thing I noticed is that he had a lot of movie posters and some art work.

"Those are some great movies," I said looking around.

"Yeah.  I wanted some pictures of bands and sports guys, but I'm not
allowed.  My parents say that you while you can appreciate the skill or
talent of someone, you should never idolize them, and a poster would be
considered idolizing."

"Wow, they really are strict, huh?"

"Too strict.  I'm not even allowed to have a computer or my phone in my
room in case I'm doing `the devils' work' up here.  Try jerking off with
parents like that.  I have to do it in the shower super fast in case they
start timing my showers and come in to check."

"Rough."

"Yeah.  They'd have a meltdown if they knew what Uncle Steve let us do."

"I'm sure!"  I agreed, thinking he might just be slightly understating it.
We sat on his bed, and I showed him more pictures of Blake.

"He looks a lot like you too," Layne noticed, especially in the shots where
it was just the two of us.

"He kinda is.  We found out he was technically my cousin after we did some
investigation.  Turned out I was his real family after all."

"Wow.  That's so cool," Layne admitted.  "I'd love to find out that Jimmy
was actually related.  Then we'd be real brothers."

"I think you're real brothers anyway.  Even if not by blood, then by the
bond that you've created.  No one could take that away from you, even if he
has another family out there somewhere."

I showed Layne some current pictures of Blake now that he was 14.

"Holy shit!  That dude is smokin' hot!  Is he gay?"

"According to Blake, he's unlabelled.  His longest relationship was with a
boy two years older than he was, and he was pretty upset when that ended.
Now I think he's just looking for someone that he clicks with, boy or
girl."

"I like him already.  Ummm... would you ever let me have sex with him?"

"That's really not up to me.  That's up to Blake, but I wouldn't stop him
if he liked you."

"Wicked!  Would it be wrong to ask if he has a penis as big as yours?"

"It wouldn't be wrong..." I laughed.

"But you're not gonna tell me."

"Right.  That, you'd have to ask him."

Layne nodded.  "What happened in this picture?  Are those real piercings?"
He asked showing Blake as a tribal warrior in his loin cloth, slightly
muddy and with his bow, arrows, and spear.  I explained the trip to the
Amazon as Layne thumbed through some of those pictures.  "I'd love to take
a trip like that!"  He remarked, then giggled slightly.  "He has a cute
butt," he remarked showing me the one of Blake from behind.

Fortunately, any of the ones showing him completely naked we'd taken off
the phone and stored separately on a drive.  I mean they weren't sexual,
they just could be misinterpreted if we lost our phones at any point, and
it wouldn't be cool to have Blake fully nude on the internet.  I'm guessing
he'll do that all by himself when he turns 18, unless he's super famous and
decides that it might not be a good idea.  Time will tell.

"Like I said, he likes to show off," I nodded.  Layne quickly flipped
through more and I think he was disappointed that he didn't find any of
Blake without the loin cloth, although a few were close, like the ones in
the lake where he was naked, but was hidden enough that we could show the
picture.

"I'd love to meet him."

"I'm sure he'd enjoy that.  You should come over for a swim sometime," I
offered.

"You have a pool?"

"Yep.  It's one of the favorite places in the house.  That and the hot
tub."

"Do you go in naked?"  He asked as he adjusted his crotch slightly.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I teased.

"Yeah!  I would.  I really would!" he laughed.  "If I came over, I'd have
to behave huh?  You probably wouldn't be able to have sex with me or
anything, right?"

"Wrong.  We're pretty open in our house.  If you want sex, you just go for
it.  We don't really care."

"But wouldn't your husband care?"

"He'd probably think you were cute and join in," I smirked.

"Wicked.  Would Blake join in?"

I think we all know the answer to that, but it wasn't my place to speak for
Blake.  Speak for Colin and everyone else, sure.  Blake, not so much.  He
can get his own guys or girls.  "You'd have to ask him," I replied to the
question.

"So now that you got me super horny showing me Blake and telling me about
how open you guys are...wanna fuck me?" He asked jumping up and taking off
his shirt.

"Yes, I definitely do!"  I replied as I stood up and grabbed him.  "But
first we're gonna make out."

We kissed each other and undressed slowly before moving to the bed.  I took
my time with him, as I'm pretty sure from what I could tell, most of his
sex was rough.  We played for quite a while before I gently entered and
fucked him as we kissed again.  He was hard the entire time.  I mean he's
16, it doesn't take much to raise the flag at that age.  I didn't cum in
him as I wanted to make it last, and when we switched places so he could be
on top, I think he really enjoyed that, as he came really fast.  He
apologized for it, but explained that he didn't get to top much as most
people just liked fucking him instead.

"Well, you're welcome to fuck me anytime you want.  It's always nice to
practice so you know what you're doing for when you get a boyfriend."

"That would be nice.  I'm not sure how I could though.  At this house I'd
never be allowed to let on that he was a boyfriend, and at Uncle Steve's
he'd probably want to join in.  I might have to wait until I move out and
get my own place."

"That seems like you'd be putting your life on hold.  Do people at school
know you're gay?"

"Some do.  I think my best friend, as we've done stuff together.  Not like
sex, only things like jerking off or teasing each other about boners, or
seeing who can cum first.  We tried blowjobs, but more as dares."

"That's pretty normal.  Are you afraid of coming out?"

"Kinda.  I mean I'd never say anything to my friends who go to our church
in case they told their parents, and then my parents found out.  I think
it's just easier this way.  I mean Uncle Steve knows lots of boys, and most
of his friends are gay, so it's not like I don't get to have sex."

I grinned.  "But it's always nice to have someone that's just there for you
and that you can be open with."

"I'd like that but I'm not sure it would work out that easily.  Six months
of the year I'm at my parent's house and the other six I'm with Uncle
Steve.  I mean not six months in a row, but at random.  Having a boyfriend
might be super stressful on both of us."

"I can see that, but if you find someone that you think is the one, you
shouldn't let the opportunity pass you by.  I mean look at this situation.
You and I are here having sex.  Think it through.  Tell your Uncle that a
boyfriend is just a friend and have sex here.  Tell your parents that he's
a study buddy when you're living at home, and have sex at his house or out
in the woods or places like that.  I mean it's not a lie, exactly.  It's
just omissions of the fine details."

Layne grinned.  "I'd have to find someone first."

"What type of guys do you like?"

"Guys like you," he replied quickly with a big grin wrapping his legs over
mine and cuddled against me.  "Mostly around my own age, or slightly older,
and fun to hang out with.  Not sure what other criteria I'd need.  I think
we'd have to have some hobbies that we both liked so we could have fun
together, and not just be about sex."

"That's always important," I agreed.

"I hate to end this, but I have to get over to my Uncle's place, so I
should get going," he said looking at his alarm clock.

"I can drive you over if you want.  Does he live far?"

"No, like ten minutes, so pretty close.  You don't have to drive me.  I can
walk over easy enough."

"I don't mind driving you."

He giggled.  "I know!  Or did you mean driving in the car?"

"Funny."

He rolled on top of me and kissed me some more.  I felt his dick begin to
inflated again as it was sandwiched between us.  "I thought you had to be
going," I smiled as we stopped kissing for a second.

"If you're driving me, then we have like ten more minutes now," he grinned.
I rolled my eyes and figured why not.  I spread my legs slightly and raised
them up as I reached for his erection and slipped it back into my ass.  He
fucked me gently before announcing that he was cumming again.  "Okay, now
we really have to be going," he said as he pulled out.  "We should clean up
first."

"Probably a good idea," I said as he rolled off and we headed across to the
bathroom where he started the shower.  "I should dump the cum out first."

"Yeah good idea," he said looking at me.  "Oh...did you want privacy for
that?"

"I don't have a problem with someone being in here.  It just usually just
kills the sexual mood if you end up pooping at the same time.  "Jump in the
shower and I'll be right there," I replied as nicely as I could.  He
climbed in behind the curtain and I quickly sat on the toilet and pushed
his juice out of me.  There were just some mild air farts as it left me,
and I was relieved.  I stood up and was about to flush, but since I didn't
know how that would affect his shower, I decided to just put the seat down
for now.  I'd flush after the shower.  I climbed in and we helped each
other wash our asses.  I think he wanted to fool around again, but he was
pressed for time, so we finished up and dressed before heading to the car.

"That was fun.  I'm glad you texted me," he said as we drove to his Uncle's
house.

"I agree.  You're pretty fun to hang out with too."

He pointed out his house and we pulled up outside.  "You wanna come in.  I
know Jimmy would love to see you."

"Is your Uncle home?  I'm not sure he'd appreciate me being here."

"He's home `cause he looks after Jimmy.  It's okay though, he won't care if
you come in.  Lots of boys come over.  You can see my bedroom.  It's almost
the same as my other one except there's a bathroom attached to this one."

"Always convenient."

I reluctantly went into the house, mainly because I wanted to see Jimmy
again, and maybe try to find more out about him.  I'm sure they're not
gonna appreciate this spy mission once they know why I'm doing it.

"Hi Uncle Steve.  We're home," Layne announced as we entered and slowly
made our way to their family room.  "You remember Justin."

Steve and Jimmy were lying on couch curled up together playing a video
game.  Steve in clothes.  Jimmy in his Spongebob underwear.

"Well, well, well..." Steve grinned as he looked up.  "Looks like someone
brought dinner home."

I knew this was a bad idea.  Jimmy paused their game, and jumped up to run
over and give me a hug.  This time it felt different.  I wonder how excited
he'll be to see me in the future when he knows who I really am.  "Wanna
play Nintendo with me?"  Then he looked at Layne.  "What did you bring home
for dinner?"  He asked looking at Layne's empty hands.

"I think he means me," I said with a little smile.

Jimmy looked at me next.  "What did you bring home for dinner then?"

"He meant Justin is dinner," Layne explained.

"Huh?  You can't eat a person silly."

"Never mind.  It was a joke."

"It's a pretty dumb joke," Jimmy said as he took me by the hand and we
moved further into the room.  "What game you want?"

"You pick," I said not sure what game he had or even if I should be
staying.

Steve sat up.  "You two are friends now?"

"We just bumped into each other, and I thought he might like to come over
and hang out for a bit," Layne replied quickly.

"Jimmy, you get the game set up.  Boys, why don't you get down to your
underwear.  It's warm in here," Steve told us.

We did as requested, (although it was probably more of an order if I'm
being honest), and lay down on the floor with Jimmy between us looking
thrilled to have us around to play with him.  We played a couple of games
as Steve sat on the couch watching.  Layne was good, but he made a few
mistakes to give his little brother a chance.  It was nice to see without
being so obvious that Jimmy picked up on it.

"Mmhhmmm...nice," Steve moaned from behind us.  "Such a beautiful sight
seeing you boys like that.  Only one thing could make it more perfect."  He
slid off the couch and got down behind me, feeling my ass cheeks through my
underwear.  He moaned as he did it, before pushing his hands around my hips
to lower the waistband, ensuring my dick didn't get caught, then pulled
them completely off my legs and tossed them aside.  His rough hands
returned to my ass cheeks, one at a time, like I was getting a massage.  He
stretched them open several times to look right into my hole.  He moved
over to do the same thing to Layne.  Jimmy insisted he be next so he wasn't
left out.  Steve sat back on the couch once we were all naked, and I looked
back to see him remove his clothes and stroke his erection as he stared at
each of us.

"Now that's as perfect a sight as you can get.  Three hot little butts to
look at."

Jimmy giggled.  "He means asses," he explained.

While the three of us were playing one game, Steve had begun the next one.
He moved off the couch and pulled my legs open so he could sit between
them.  It took less time than you could blink before he buried his face
into my hole and began licking and probing my ass with his long tongue.  I
couldn't help but get hard as his scratchy face was adding extra
sensations.  He worked on me for a good several minutes while I tried to
ignore him and play the video game.  I think I gave away my excitement when
he reached between my legs and found me completely hard.

"I knew you'd like that.  Probably as much as you enjoy a good hard
dicking," he said as he stroked me while lifting my ass up to his face.  If
he kept doing it, I was gonna cum all over their carpet.  Fortunately, he
gave me a bit of a break.  Jimmy had been watching, and as soon as Steve
sat upright, he quickly threw his leg open putting them over both Layne and
me and pushed his ass up in the air.

"Me next!  Uncle Steve," he grinned as he wiggled his bum.

"I dunno Jimmy, all that giggling you do at being tickled," Steve teased as
he patted Jimmy on the ass before tickling his sides.  Jimmy giggled and
squealed.

"That's almost as bad as when you tickle his feet," Layne remarked.

He wasn't kidding; it was like trying to hold a kite down in a hurricane.
Steve stopped to let Jimmy catch his breath before holding him and going
again.  You could tell from the way Jimmy squirmed, giggled and warned that
it was tickling too much, that he might pee himself.  Steve slapped him on
the ass, and moved over to rim Layne next.

"Now I've got all of you excited, time to play a little harder," he grinned
as he moved back between my legs.  This time he rubbed his cock up and down
my ass crack instead of burying his face in it.

Jimmy sat up and looked over.  "Are you gonna put your penis inside his
bum?"

"I will if you run and grab the lube and a box of tissues," Steve replied
to him.  Jimmy jumped up, with his pre-pubescent boner pointing to the sky,
and raced out of the room, returning less than a minute later with the
items.  He sat and watched as his Uncle pushed his cock deep inside and
fucked me.  "Such a great ass," Steve said as he shoved his hands under my
arms and interlaced them behind my head to hold me down.  He pounded me
like he hadn't fucked in months.  He kept going at full speed before
suddenly pulling out and slapping me hard on the ass.  Jimmy giggled a
little, and put his small hand on my ass pulling on it gently.

"Did you put your white stuff in him?"  Jimmy asked.

"No.  I'm saving that for your brother," Steve told him.  "Alright Layne.
Flip over so I can see your face as you get bred."

"Do I have to go get the bread?"  Jimmy asked looking confused.

We all laughed.  "No, getting bred means you get a load of cum in you,"
Steve told him bluntly.

"Oh."

Steve shoved a couple pillows under Layne's back, and fucked him just as
hard as he'd done me while we watched.  He must have been right on the
verge on cumming, as he didn't last long before he quickly pulled out and
sprayed his seed all over Layne's chest and stomach.  Steve sat back and
wiped himself dry with the towel he had nearby.

"Wow, Uncle Steve, you made a lot of white stuff this time," Jimmy
exclaimed as he moved closer to look at it.

"That's because you boys get me all excited.  The more excited you are, the
more you make," he replied to the youngest of us.  "Go ahead and rub it
into Layne's skin.  It's good for him."

Jimmy wasted no time putting both his hands in the creamy mess to rub it
all over his big brother.  He seemed to take his job seriously as he got it
as many places as he could including Layne's penis and testicles.  Once he
was done, Layne rolled over onto his stomach.  Jimmy giggled again, and
leapt on top of his brother and began humping him.

"Jesus, Jimmy, what did I tell you about that?"  Steve said as he grabbed
the young boy by his legs and lifted him up so that he was now just humping
the air.  His small boner still extremely hard.

"Come on!" Jimmy complained as he kept lying on top of Layne and looked
back.  "Put me down Uncle Steve.  I'm old enough and I've seen you guys do
it lots.  I gotta get ready for when my balls do the dropping thing and I
can make that white stuff too."

"Sorry," Layne said looking back at his Uncle.  "He likes lying on me and
humping me when his penis is hard.  It's not like it's sex or anything,
he's not big enough yet."

"Alright, show me what you got little man," he said lowered the 10-year-old
back down so that his cocklet was at Layne's ass.  Jimmy wasted no time
moving up and down as he enjoyed his newly found freedom.  I'm not sure if
what he was doing could be considered fucking as I doubted his penis was in
anything, but who knows.  I guess if he wanted to brag, he could
technically say he knew about sex.  "He does have a cute ass, that's for
sure," Steve said leaning back with a smile as he watched Jimmy entertain
himself.  Parents could save a lot of money on video games if they just let
their kids play together more.  I mean think how many hours Jimmy would
spend with Layne if he were allowed to do this whenever he wanted instead
of some Mario game.

When Jimmy was done, which seemed to include a lot of giggling, fast
humping, and asking his brother how he liked it, Layne took me and showed
me his room, while Jimmy and Steve curled up on the couch to continue their
video game.  Layne was right about his bedroom, it was similar to the other
room at his parent's house, but only in the fact it was as messy.  This
room had pictures of boy bands, sports figures and hot guys.  Not done so
you'd instantly think gay boy, but nice enough that he had visual
stimulation for sure.  If he had friends over, they wouldn't even notice
anything out of the ordinary.  He also had a computer on the desk, which
wasn't allowed at the other house.  It was like he led two polar opposite
lives.

"Does your Uncle play with you guys like that all the time?"  I inquired.

"No.  I think he was just letting Jimmy show off a bit.  The most he's ever
really taught Jimmy is how to masturbate.  I think that started almost as
soon as Jimmy moved in with us.  He got a boner while we were giving him a
bath, so Steve showed him how to play with it, and he's never stopped
since.  By the time he hits puberty he's gonna be an addict."

"Does your Uncle fuck all your friends that come over?"  I asked as I sat
on his bed.

"No," he laughed.  "Mostly he brings home his own boys and I get to play
with them, not the other way around.  He lets me have my normal friends.  I
usually announce when I'm home if I have someone with me.  That way if
Steve is naked or fucking a boy, he can warn me."

"You have a lot more freedom here, huh."

"A lot!"  He laughed as he got on his knees in front of me and began to
suck my cock.  I just leaned back to let him.  I mean if he likes it, why
not let him have fun?  The bedroom door burst open and Jimmy rushed in.

"I knew you guys were playing sexy games in here!" He beamed as he sat down
next to me to watch.

"Jimmy!  What's the rule about barging into my room?"

"Don't?"  he replied as he put his hand on my thigh.

"And?..."  Layne asked as he paused the blowjob.

"I'm already in, so can I watch?"  He replied logically.  "You wanna come
see my room next?"  he asked looking up at me with those big green eyes
that I now knew were the family trademark.

"I'd love to."

"Great!" He said, excitedly jumping up and taking hold of my hand to pull
me up.

"Ummm, I'm in the middle of something here, bro," Layne said sitting back
staring at him.  All three of us with erections.

"You're always in the middle of something.  He's my friend too, Layne," he
complained as he pulled me with him.  I smiled and followed him to his room
with Layne tagging along behind.  Once in the room, I almost immediately
saw the polar bear on his bed.  It was identical to the one Blake had.  I
think I believed Layne that they probably gave them to all the kids in the
system as a form of comfort.  Jimmy's room was almost identical to the one
at the other house with pretty much the same décor, and layout.  I guess
at that age you have a specific taste.  I didn't see a lot of difference
between the two rooms, unlike Layne's rooms.  He showed me as much of his
stuff as he could pack into one visit, and the sexual things between Layne
and I were soon behind us.  I made a point of looking at as much as I
could, but there were no real clues to anything.  He did show me some
pictures of friends, but they all seemed pretty recent, so it's not like I
could take them and use them to find out more of his past.  I finally said
I should be going and promised Layne we'd get together again.

"Like when?"  He asked hopefully.

"Text me and we'll plan something."  All three of us headed back
downstairs, and I got back into my clothes.  Steve was still naked, and
stood up as we arrived in the living room.  He grabbed Layne's ass, and I
could see from the way he moved that he had pushed a finger in.

"You boys fuck?"

"No.  We just showed him my room," Jimmy giggled as he stood there.

"I meant the other two," Steve laughed rubbing Jimmy's hair.

"Oh," he said grinning at us.  "No, they were just playing suck the penis."

"I was until someone barged in and interrupted," Layne complained.  "I
might even have got fucked if someone could follow the rules."  Jimmy stuck
his tongue out at Layne.

"Next time perhaps," Steve said as he walked us to the door.  I said my
goodbye's and left.  Before I got home, I got a text from Layne saying he'd
had fun, and a few more emojis to prove his point.  We then arranged to
meet tomorrow so he could come over.

The next day I picked him up and took him back to the house.  "Oh, I should
tell you that Blake won't be home.  I forgot he had drama club after school
today," I said after Layne got in the car.

"That's okay.  I hoped to meet him, but it'll be just as fun to see your
house.  Are you gonna let me swim in the pool?"

"If you want to, sure."

"Naked?"

"Is there any other way?"

He gave me a big grin and put his hand on my thigh as we drove off.  As we
got in the house, J.P. was in the kitchen sitting at the island having a
sandwich, he turned to say hi and smiled as he saw Layne.  Layne stopped
and stared at J.P. and then at me.  Yes, the usual double look.  "Wow, you
guys really do look alike."

"Identical triplets," I grinned.  "Wait until we're naked.  You'll need a
name tag to figure out who is who."

"I'd like the naked part," Layne said almost licking his lips.  We
approached J.P. and I introduced Layne.

"Damn, where'd you find him?  You're really cute," J.P. said acknowledging
Layne.

"Thanks.  You're pretty hot too!  You look exactly like a friend of mine,"
Layne joked with a big smile.  "Justin says you guys like to fool around
together with others.  Would you both maybe wanna fuck me?"

J.P. raised his eyebrows a couple times.  "I can see why Justin brought you
home.  You're another version of him.  Come over here and turn around.
Show me that ass first.  Let's see if it's worth it."

Layne wasted no time bouncing over to J.P. and turning around.  He quickly
unfastened his pants and shoved the back of them down, lifting up his
shirt.

"Fuck yeah!  That's sweet," J.P. said as he took hold of it.  "How old are
you?"

"16.  I'll be 17 soon though," he added.

"Oh yeah, when will that be?"

"On my next birthday," Layne answered, stating the obvious.

J.P. laughed as he squeezed Layne's ass and ran a hand up his back under
his shirt. "Makes sense.  When is that?"

"Oh, in 10 months," Layne said as he bent slightly forward and pulled an
ass cheek open.

"In other words, you just turned 16."

"More or less," Layne said backing up slightly.

"That is one hot looking ass.  Such a cute pink hole.  You been fucked
before?"

"Yeah, I love being fucked.  I would really like it if I could play with
both of you."

"You fuck him Justin?"  J.P. asked looking at me.  I'm assuming he was
being rhetorical.  Why would I hand a cute boy to J.P. before I tried him
out myself?  He does know who I am right?

"Of course.  Trust me, he's worth a couple hours," I replied as I stepped
in front of Layne and pulled his shirt off over his head.

"Then let's fuck!"  J.P. grinned.  "Turn around and show me the package."

Layne stood up and dropped his shorts to his ankles and kicked them off to
let J.P. see everything.  The boy was already hard and standing up proudly.
J.P took hold and pulled him right up to his chair.

"Tight balls.  Good size.  Nice cut cock.  Yeah, you're doable!"

Layne grinned.  "Thanks.  Are you and Justin really identical?"

"Right down to the eight and a half inches between our legs," J.P. remarked
as he fondled Layne and felt his ass.

"I like your house already," Layne grinned as he moved closer to J.P.

"Thought you might," I nodded as I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed
him to his knees.  He wasted no time unfastening J.P.'s pants to pull them
down and begin licking his cock.  I mean there may be only one Layne but
since I was on the shoulder, it felt like he was a freeway.  Ha!
Layne...shoulder...get it?  I wonder how many more of these I can come up
with?  "Let's finish stripping him and you can check out just how identical
we are," I suggested as I reached over him and pulled off my brother's
shirt, while Layne worked on getting J.P.'s pants all the way off.  As he
did that, I stripped so that I was just as naked as they were.  I like a
boy who wastes no time getting to sex.  No pretending that he's not here
for this.  Would this make him the fast Layne?  See, there's gotta be tons
of these puns.  I hope once we open him up and really fuck his ass, he
stays nice and tight.  I'd hate to come out of my Layne while I'm driving
him!  Zing!  Okay, one more.  If J.P. is fucking him and I slide in for
double penetration, will I technically be merging into the fast Layne?

I came back to focus on what we were doing.  I wasn't ready to go into the
back Layne just yet.  "Before we get started, let's show you around a
little," I suggested.  Trying to get him off J.P.'s cock was like trying to
get metal of an industrial strength magnet.  We all headed downstairs with
both J.P. and I taking turns rubbing Layne's ass.  I think he loved the
attention, and he sure never went soft at all as we toured the house.  Like
all excited horny boys before him, we ended up in the foam room and fucked
the hell out of him repeatedly until we were exhausted, and went out to hit
the pool to freshen up.

"I can't believe I had sex with twins."

"And I can't believe how sweet your ass tasted," J.P. exclaimed.  "You're
one hot little fuck.  I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of you around
here."

"Count on it.  If I'm allowed to come over that is," he added not wanting
to be to presumptuous.

"You're allowed anytime you want," I said quickly.  "But you've set the bar
pretty high.  You won't ever get to wear clothes around here again."

"Sound perfect to me," Layne grinned.  "I think it's cool that you guys are
so identical.  Even the arm tattoos.  How can I tell you apart?"

"I'm better at sex," we both replied simultaneously.

"That clears that up.  Basically, you're saying that I can't tell you apart
and that I should just do both of you each time so that no one gets
jealous.  Got it."

"Are you sure you're only 16?"  J.P. grinned.  "You have the skills of
someone a lot older."

"I've been doing this a while.  I love sex.  Thanks for letting me play
with you guys.  Now I can cross twins off my list," Layne grinned.

"Well, don't cross it off too fast.  Remember, we're triplets.  You still
have one more of us to do," J.P. told him.  "What's your favorite thing to
do sexually?"

"I dunno, I kinda like it all.  I like being peed on.  That's pretty hot.
Especially when a few guys do it at once."

"You like watersports?"  J.P. asked surprised.

"Love it.  I have this fantasy that I'm getting spit roast and the two guys
start to piss inside me from both ends.  It makes me so hard thinking about
it that I almost cum without touching myself.  Now that I know you guys, it
would be so hot if you were into doing that.  Spit roast by twins who pee
in me, and a third who does it all over my back...fuck I'd bust my load so
fast I might pass out."

"I'm sure we could arrange that," I said with a big grin.  "Right, J.P.?"

 "Definitely.  Maybe we'll get a group of guys around to watch, and they
can pee all over you when we're finished with you," he suggested.  I mean
we weren't that into watersports, but a kinky fantasy is always fun if the
guy is into it as much as Layne appeared to be.  I think he's gonna get his
wish sooner than he thinks now that he's told us about it.

"Fuck that would be hot," Layne said as he sat up on the side of the hot
tub showing us just how excited he was at the idea.

"I wish I could do it right now, but I have to get going, or I'll be late.
Ummm, would you be able to drive me home, Justin?"

"Of course.  I wouldn't fuck you and then just make you leave.  Well, I
might, but you'd be naked."

Layne laughed.  "That could be fun!"  We got dressed and I took him over to
his Uncle's house.  This time I wasn't stupid enough to go inside.  He
thanked me again and said he looked forward to next time.

I repeated J.P.'s comment that he could come over anytime.  I should watch
what I say.



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