Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2021 10:43:22 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 184

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 184

Day 1267 of the arrival of Blake into our house began like all others.
(For the record, it ended the same too, it sounds more dramatic this way).
I had talked to Kyle and Troy about my plan to have them meet Justyn and
they were pretty excited to participate; like I knew they would be.

After my psych class that I like to call my stare at Harris class,
interrupted only briefly to make sure the professor was still at the front
talking about something or other.  Once it was over, I made a point to talk
to Justyn as he left.

"Feel like grabbing lunch today?"  I asked.

"Lunch as in the same lunch we had yesterday?  I have an extra hour today,"
he replied with a grin.

"I'm sure that extra hour will come in handy.  "How about we eat at the
food court first then?"

"Sounds good," he said and took off.

Nate came and put his arm around my shoulder. "Is that the next conquest?"

"Please, bitch.  I already conquested that.  Jealous much?"

Nate laughed.  "Not jealous in any way imaginable.  You two hooking up
again?"

"And again. And again.  At least until I'm bored of him.  Half the fun is
convincing them to have sex, after that the ride loses luster and you don't
want to buy as many tickets.  Those that just throw themselves at you are
okay, but not as much of a thrill."

Nate just stared at me without saying anything.

"What?"

"You throw yourself at every guy you see.  Did you just insult yourself?"

"NO!  And you're missing the point.  In life there are hunters and prey.
I'm a hunter.  It's my job to be dominant and outgoing, or I'd never get my
prey.  Those that are out to be caught, enjoy being captured and used."

He continued to stare at me, only this time with a furled brow and a shake
of the head.  "Since when does prey enjoy being caught?  Like literally in
every documentary, the weaker animal flees in terror when they see the
predator approaching."

"Yeah, well not in the nature documentaries when they show the alpha male
taking a partner from behind.  Half the time the one getting boned has a
contented look on its face while accepting the stud.  That's the type I'm
talking about.  You should see the look on a guy's face when I take him for
the first time."

"I'll take your word for it," he said as we headed off to our next class,
halfway across the building.

"No need.  I'll just bring a mirror next time."

He didn't reply.  Either because he wanted to see his face as I entered
him, or because he already knew how it felt to have an alpha male inside
you.  We all know I'm mostly an alpha male.  At least when I'm not at home.
There, it's Colin who is the alpha.  I can accept that if it means he wants
to keep fucking me.

At lunch I met up with Justyn and we headed to the food court, where in the
distance I spotted Kyle and Troy.  I nudged Justyn.  "Hey.  Isn't that the
Kyle guy you were talking about yesterday?"  I asked.

"Where?"  He said looking around.

"Over there at the Chinese food kiosk."

"Yeah. That's him.  God, he's so cute, but see...his boyfriend is with him
again.  Every time.  It's like the two are glued together."

"I'm in a mood for Chinese.  You?"

"I prefer white guys," he said almost absentmindedly.

"Noted, but I was talking about lunch.  As in food," I laughed.

"Oh, right.  Ummm, I'm not sure I could go over there."

"Yeah, you can.  Come on.  At the very least you can get close enough to
smell him, maybe lick an ear.  Something like that."

"As soon as you do that with Harris, I'll do that with Kyle," he replied.

"Point taken.  But come on, we can at least line up with them."

We wandered over and joined the line for food.  I got an acknowledging
glance and smile from the guys, but as planned, they didn't say anything.

"Did you see that?" I asked Justyn.  "They both smiled at us.  I think they
want into our pants."

"No they didn't," he replied.  "You're just amplifying facial expressions
to encourage me to proceed more aggressively."

"Wow.  You're taking this psychology stuff seriously, huh?"

"Aren't you?"

"Of course.  How else can I fine tune my gaydar?"

We watched as Kyle and Troy ordered their meal and headed for a table.  The
place fills up fast, especially at lunch.  On sunny days it's better, as
lots of people go eat outside.  Today was a bit cloudy and overcast, which
technically is the same thing.  It just sounds better when reporting
weather.  Like `today we'll be experiencing heavy cloud cover with
intermittent showers, followed by rain in the late morning.  This will
taper off to light drizzle by afternoon, but with continued overcast
skies.'  So basically, it's gonna rain all day with grey skies.  Just say
that, and let's get back to the news to make you even more depressed.  `The
Russians are arming both sides of the conflict near the Gonzo strip.
Sources close to Gonzo says he'd like some peace and quiet while he's
undressing.  A government official announce today that they are spending 40
billion dollars on a study looking into ways to return to a balanced budget
and trim the national deficit, currently estimated to be 40 billion.'

We got our meals and carried our tray out to the tables.  "Follow me.  I
have an idea," I said to him as I walked over to where Kyle and Troy were
sitting.  Surprisingly there were two available seats next to them.  How
lucky for me and Justyn.

"Hey, are these seats taken?"  I asked Troy.

"No, go ahead," he replied as casually as you would with a stranger, before
returning to his conversation with Kyle.  I took the seat next to Troy,
forcing Justyn to sit next to Kyle.  I could have switched seats so that he
was able to stare at Kyle, but I figured he appreciate being closer.

"Thanks," I said to the guys.  "This place fills up so fast."

"Yeah, we like to get here early so we're not eating our food out on the
floor somewhere.  I'm Kyle by the way."

"Justin, and that's also Justyn."

"Spelled differently," Justyn added.

"How is `differently' pronounced Justyn, exactly?"  Troy asked being a
smart ass.  "I'm Troy."

"Nice to meet you," Justyn said.  "I meant I spell my name with a Y in it
instead of an I."

"That makes mores sense," he nodded and returned to talking with Kyle.

"I think I was daydreaming through half the class this morning," I said to
Justyn.  "Did I miss anything important?"

"No, not really.  Mostly just more about how to control the ebb and flow of
a conversation to pickup on subtle nuances in tone and deflection, allowing
you to redirect for possible misinformation, or lack of detail therein."

"Oh, so like the entire basis of psychology.  Good thing I daydreamed my
way through that."

"Late night or something?"  He asked.

"No.  Harris, being in my line of sight.  Today he was playing with his
hair so much, I almost volunteered to go down and do it for him," I
grinned.

"God, just go talk to him already.  He may look hot, but for all you know
he's an empty-headed dumbass."

"That's actually my favorite type," I joked.  "I have a feeling he's not
only good looking, but like Mensa smart too.  That would be the worst.  I
like them dumb, naked and horny."

Troy laughed.  "Sorry for listening in.  I didn't mean to.  I just thought
you were talking about Kyle right in front of him.  Owww!"  He said loudly
as he jumped.  "Shithead, don't kick me."

"Deserved and executed," Kyle replied.  "I thought you had to see the TA
before class."

"Shit, I almost forgot.  What time is it?"  Troy said sitting more upright.

Kyle grabbed Troy's wrist and looked at his watch.  "12:20."

"I gotta go.  You wanna join me?"

"Nah.  I have a couple of things to do myself," he said glancing at me and
smiling.

"Like?"

"Like things.  Just you know...boy things," he said sounding a bit nervous.
Nice acting.

"What the fuck are boy things?"

"Uhhh...you should maybe take an anatomy class next semester if you don't
know that," Kyle joked as Troy picked up his tray to leave, glancing back a
couple times to look at us.

"Damn!" I said as I continued to stare, and made a point of noticeably
adjusting my crotch.

"What?"  Justyn asked.

"Nothing.  Sorry, I was just watching Troy walk away."

Kyle laughed.  "Yeah, that little ass is his best feature.  He pretends to
get pissed off when people compliment him on it, or slap it, but I think he
actually enjoys the attention.  If you think it looks good walking away,
you should see it without pants."

"I wish.  Have you seen it?"  I asked, trying to sound nervously bold,
while Justyn had his face buried in his lunch tray.

"Sure.  We're friends, so it's inevitable at some point, especially at wild
parties."

"How long you been friends?  Or are you more than friends?" I asked
bluntly.

"We've known each other about four years, something like that.  We're just
friends."

"Do you party a lot?"

"No more than most.  I think we do more pot than alcohol now that it's
legal."

"I hear ya there.  We like to mellow out a bit before class, right Justyn?"

"Huh?" He asked looking up at me, suddenly a nervous, shy, introvert.  He'd
gone from being the guy that complimented my cock in the bathroom and
fucking me in his trailer five minutes later, to whatever this was.  Almost
the equivalent of a ten-year-old being asked to hold hands with a girl.

"We like smokin' up before class.  He's got some good shit in his motor
home," I added.

"Yeah, I guess.  It helps get through the day," he admitted quietly.

"You still have some?  I smoked my last joint before class.  Wouldn't mind
another before the afternoon session.  I could pay you for it."

"He definitely has some.  Wanna invite Kyle back to the motor home?"  I
asked kicking Justyn slightly under the table.

"Uh, sure.  Yeah.  That'd be cool.  I could use a joint myself," he said
actually forming an entire sentence.  I wonder if this is how I sounded
when I first met `Marvin'.

We quickly finished lunch and headed back to the motor home in the back of
the parking lot.  As we entered, Justyn went to open some of the window.
"Sorry, it's kinda warm in here.  I try to park in as much shade as I can
find, but sometimes, it heats up if I forget to crack a window."

"No worries.  This is cool.  You live here, or is this a home away from
home?"  Kyle asked as he glanced around.

"No, this is home," Justyn admitted.

"Why don't you grab those joints and we'll get comfortable," I said as I
took Kyle to the couch area, where he gave me a smirk and a nod.  I hope
that mean he approves of Justyn as I have no intention of stopping the game
now.  Especially now that our `prey' was in the net.  I quickly removed my
shirt in front of him.

"Uhhh...what are you doing?"  Kyle asked trying to sound nervous.

"Getting comfortable.  First, it's too damn warm in here until we get some
air circulating, and second, I don't want to be sitting in class reeking of
pot, so I put my clothes under the couch cushions to stop them getting
smoke on them.  Not a problem when you smoke outside, but sealed in a tin
can, everything gets coated.  Hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable
or anything," I said as I unbuttoned my pants and kicked off my shoes.

"No, not at all.  That's pretty smart actually.  I guess we could always go
outside if you wanted to," he offered.

"We could, but if we stay in here, we can use the bong and get a better
buzz going."

"Sounds good to me," Kyle nodded as Justyn returned with the stuff we
needed.  He looked at me a bit surprised, especially as I dropped my pants
and took them off.  I folded my shirt and pants and stuffed them under the
couch cushions.

"I explained to Kyle that we leave our clothes tucked away so they don't
reek of pot when we're done.  He's cool with it.  Just in case you thought
this was some sort of strip show to entice him into bed."

"No, I wasn't thinking that," he said as I took the stuff from him and
placed it on the table, before I put my hands on the bottom of his shirt
and pushed it up over his head.  He let me remove it and then shook his
head to get his hair back into place.

"Do you actually do strip shows to get guys into bed?"  Kyle asked as he
watched me partially undress Justyn.  "I'm guessing that means you're gay?"

"Is that a problem?  Would it affect you wanting to get high?"  I asked,
staring at him while Justyn seemed to be frozen in place like we were
currently buffering.  "You gotta pay for the pot somehow, and we don't take
cash or credit."

Justyn elbowed me in the side.  "He's kidding."

"Not a problem for me.  So, are you two like boyfriends?"

"Us?"  I laughed.  "No.  We're just buddies who fuck when we're horny.
Nothing serious.  What about you?  No offense or anything, but I get a
strong vibe from you that perhaps you swing your bat for guys more than
girls."

"I'm cisgender fluid omnisexual," he replied with, pardon the pun, a
straight face.

"Which is what, exactly?"  I asked.  If they add any more sexualities,
genders or fluids, I'm going to need a translation app to talk to people
someday, or at the very least...a bucket.  Are we still called people?
Carbon based, life emitting, chromosome filled, meat bags.  That'll ever
catch on.  "I know what cisgender is.  So I'm pretty sure you're a boy with
a penis."

"True.  I also don't mind if I have sex with a boy or a girl as long as I
like them, and I change preferences from time to time."

"Isn't that pansexual?"  I asked honestly as I unbuttoned Justyn's pants
casually as I talked to Kyle.  I could feel Justyn tensing up, but he was
allowing me to proceed, regardless.

"Well, that's insulting," he said trying to sound offended, but I knew him
well enough to know he was just teasing.  "Pansexuals are basically blind
to gender and are just attracted to the person themselves.  Omnisexuals see
gender, much like a heterosexual might.  We see physical characteristics
that attract us to them... it could be a nice rack, or great ass, or a
decent penis.  It could just as easily be an amazing smile or eyes that
draw us in, but we notice the gender."

"Wouldn't that be the same as bisexual?"  I asked.

"No.  Wow, you're really stuck in the last century huh?  Bisexual by
definition means two-sexual.  So if you're a male or female, they would
have sex with you equally."

I'm pretty sure there are only two official sexes.  Male and Female, or has
that also fucking changed while I've been in the 20th century on vacation?

"Omnisexual would also include transexual," he added for clarification.

"Oh.  That really seems like a small difference to create and entire
category for.  There's way too many now."

"I agree, but I think everyone has a right to identify in a way that makes
them comfortable.  Like how do you identify?"  He asked standing up beside.

"I usually identify as Justin," I grinned as I held out my hand.  "Hi I'm
Justin.  There...identified."

He laughed and shook my hand.  "And you're Justyn with a Y," Kyle said
reaching out to shake his hand as well.

Justyn returned the handshake.

"You both have really warm hands," he acknowledged. "I guess it is pretty
warm in here.  Would you object if I took off my shirt?"

"I wouldn't object if you took off all your clothes and showed us your
fluids," I joked.

"That's funny.  I'll have to remember that," Kyle said as he pulled his
shirt off.  Now, I've seen Kyle naked as much as I've seen him with
clothes, and he's definitely toned.  I doubt any guy straight, gay,
dripping fluids, binary, non-binary, bi-binary, tri-binary, sexual or
asexual, pan fried or baked, wouldn't find him attractive.

As Kyle folded his shirt, I took the opportunity to drop Justyn's pants so
he could step out of them, leaving both him and I in only our underwear.

"So we gonna hit that bong and get a little buzz going before the afternoon
snooze fest begins?"  I asked.

"I kinda like my classes.  Taking aviation," Kyle replied, as Justyn moved
to get the bong ready.  I nudged Kyle and looked at his pants, giving him
the `get them off' eyes.  Very specific eyes.  He got the messages and took
them off to join us in just his underwear.

"No wonder you like pot.  Flying high is your thing baby," I laughed as I
sat on the couch, inviting him to join me.  I made sure to leave room
beside Kyle for Justyn.  After all, this plan is to hook Justyn up, not me.
If I want Kyle, I'll just take him at home.  I realized that if Justyn and
I remained friends for long, eventually I'd have to tell him I lived with
Kyle, but for today, this is just fun.

Justyn lit the bong and sat down beside Kyle.  I think he noticed the
skin-to-skin contact, but with his focus being on another subject, he was
handling it okay.  He passed the bong to Kyle who inhaled and passed it to
me.  I handed it back to Justyn and we went for round two.  I'm a light
weight when it comes to pot, so I instantly felt the buzz.  When they find
me, I'll be asleep in the driver's seat of my car, covered in cheese puffs
and Doritos.  On my next turn, I told Kyle to look at me and open his
mouth.  I inhaled and grabbed his head to lean in and blow the smoke into
his mouth.  He inhaled and laughed.

"Nice.  My turn.  Justyn, you open your mouth," Kyle said repeating the
action with him.  I almost pushed their heads together when I noticed how
close Kyle got to Justyn.  I got up and grabbed us all some water and by
the time I sat down, I noticed Justyn had his hand over his crotch hiding
his obvious excitement of being so close to his almost naked idol.

"I have a nice buzz going now," I announced as we drank our water.  "Shit
either makes me tired, hungry or horny.  Sometimes all three at once," I
said grinning stupidly.

"I can relate to hungry and horny," Kyle agreed.

"Justyn just gets horny.  Don't you buddy?" I announced as I reached over
Kyle and grabbed Justyn's package, to show off the outline of his erection.

"Shit.  Sorry," he said as he quickly puled my hand off and covered himself
with his arm.

"No need to apologize, dude.  We're not cisgender men if we can't get a
good solid boner going.  Especially after smoking some fine ganja.  I'm
half a joint and half a chubby away from a full rod myself.  You're a
pretty quiet guy, Justyn.  Is that just the pot, or are you always like
this?" Kyle said to him.

"I'm probably just tired.  Late night," he said quietly, not really looking
at Kyle.  "I think I get a lot quieter when I'm high too.  At least that's
what my friends say."

"Don't believe that shit, Kyle," I said shaking my head.  "Justyn is
normally way outgoing.  He's just shy around you."

"Me?  Why?  I'm not intimating or anything am I?"  He asked turning to look
at Justyn, who just shook his head.

"Kyle, dude.  Justyn has a serious crush on you and is a little freaked out
that you're here right now," I told him bluntly.  It was time to ramp this
up, or we could still be here by dinner time.  We wouldn't know it was
dinner time as we'd be pretty lit up, but we'd probably still be in our
underwear on the couch.

"Justin!"  Justyn said quickly, horrified that I'd just revealed his
secret.  What?  I never said he had confidentiality.  Not my fault he
assumes things.  He should know better, considering we're both in the same
class together.

"What?  You do.  I mean come on Kyle; do you really think that boner is
from the pot?  He boned up the second he sat beside you and your leg
touched him."

"I did not," Justyn said as he panic defended himself.  "It's just warm in
here and I'm a little high.  That's all."

"Yeah, right.  Kyle, do you have a boyfriend," I asked.

He laughed.  "Yeah.  Why, you offering?"

"Not for me.  I have a boyfriend as well.  I mean we have an open
relationship, so he's fine if I bang someone else, as long as I bring him
home at some point for him to play with."

"That's your rule?"  He asked looking at me.

"Yeah.  We agree that we can play with anyone we want, once.  But if we
decide we like them enough to go again, we have to bring them home for the
other partner to check out."

"Do you have three-ways?"  Kyle asked.

"Of course.  Don't you?"

"No.  My boyfriend is the jealous type with a raging temper.  He sometimes
freaks if I even look at a hot guy for too long."

"So you never fool around with someone else by yourself?"  I asked setting
him up as planned.

"I never said that.  I just keep some things private, and I'm sure Chance
does.  We just never talk about it."

"That's your boyfriend?  Chance?"  Justyn asked, suddenly joining in the
conversation.  I guess we'd reached the pot infusion level that drops some
of his inhibitions and nerves.

"Yep.  He's super cute, but sometimes I just wish he'd drop the monogamous
thing and go to an orgy with me.  I think it'd be hot to watch him be gang
banged by a few other guys, or have him watch me with someone, even if we
didn't both like the same guy."

"So what type of guys do you like?"  I asked.

"I dunno.  Good looking guys with nice personalities."

"Too broad.  Come on.  What gets you hard when you see a guy?"

"Well sitting in my underwear smoking pot with two other almost naked guys
is a good start," he laughed as he too another hit off the bong and blew
the smoke into Justyn's mouth.

"Okay, let's be more specific.  Main hair colour that attracts you?"

"Not really what I look for.  I think it all depends on how the hair looks
on the guy.  How it accentuates his face.  I guess I see a great smile and
maybe the shape of the nose."

"What about build?"

"Fit, mostly.  Either toned or muscular.  Both are fine.  Not really
attracted to guys who don't look after themselves," Kyle replied.

"Hairy or smooth?"

"Mostly smooth.  I don't mind some nicely trimmed chest hair, but not a
chest full of long hair.  Kinda turns me off."

"What about pubes?  Same thing?"

"As long as they're trimmed and neat, I'm fine with pubes.  Not the wild
type that take over the whole area like weeds.  Balls, I prefer smooth.
Same as the ass.  You?"

"Smoother the better," I replied honestly.

"Justyn?"

"I'm closer to what you prefer, Kyle," he replied.  "I don't mind some hair
in moderation.  My buddy like bears.  The bigger and hairier the better.  I
can't imagine facing that."

"What about Kyle?  How's he look now that you can see more of him?  Is he
still as hot almost naked as he is with clothes on?" I asked really putting
him on the spot.

"Yeah, he's fine," he replied quietly again.

"Ya hear that Kyle?  You're fine.  A glowing two star review if I ever
heard one."

"Okay Kyle, forgetting that Justyn has a crush on you, and is currently
showing the personality of an introvert on the verge of a coma, who would
you take to bed if you had the chance?  Wait, wrong word... if you had the
opportunity.  Obviously, you already have a Chance in your life," I said
laughing.

"I'd be fine with either of you," he said not committing at all.  I'm mean
that's the end plan, but Justyn doesn't know that.

"Okay, but if your boyfriend said you could only have one, who would you
pick between us?"

"I dunno," he shrugged.

I stood up and face him.  "Justyn, get up here."

"I'm kinda chillin' bro," he replied.  Sounded way too chill to me, but
like I care.

"Just stand up and let him see us side by side," I said as I grabbed his
arm and pulled him to his feet and positioned him next to me, facing Kyle.
"There.  Now you can see us better."

"Still think I'd be happy with either," he replied as he took another hit.

"What about now?"  I asked as I reached over and yanked Justyn's shorts
down, being careful not to snap his boner off.  He quickly tried to grab
them, but I had them to his ankles, working them off his feet before he
could really process anything.  I flung the undies aside.  "Okay, now who?"

"Well, obviously him," he said pointing to Justyn smiling.  "Nice boner."

Justyn quickly covered up with his hands.

"Doesn't seem fair though.  I've seen him.  What do you have to compare to
that?"  Kyle grinned as he rubbed his crotch.

I nodded and dropped my underwear and kicked them aside.  "Happy?"

He nodded and shook his head as if contemplating between us.  I know he's
kidding.  He'd always take me over anyone else.  It's just how it is in my
world.  "Turn around," he said spinning his hand in the air.

We both turned to let him checkout out asses, and then turned back.  "So,
who would you pick?"  I asked again.

"Obviously still this Justyn," he said pointing to him.

"Why obviously?"  I asked trying to sound insulted.

"Because he's hard, and you're not.  Obviously, he's more into this than
you are."

"That's not a good reason.  He's always hard.  Right, Justyn?"  I said
staring at him.

"A lot, sure."

"Then after reconsidering, it's definitely him!"  Kyle grinned.

"Okay, maybe it's time to show us what you got.  Maybe he wouldn't want you
once he sees you naked," I dared.  I mean it's Kyle.  Trust me, if Justyn
thought he was hot in clothes, he's gonna lose his shit when he sees him
totally naked.  "Change places and we'll check you out."

"I'm fine with that," Kyle replied as he stood up and handed the bong to
Justyn, who put it on the table as we sat down side by side.

Kyle faced us and turned around so we could see all of him.

"Okay, I'll admit you got a nice ass.  Now let's see the goodies.  Drop
`em," I challenged once he was back looking at us.

Kyle quickly lowered his underwear and tossed them on the couch beside me.
He wasn't hard, but he wasn't completely soft either.  I know the
difference.  I've helped him get from pool penis to concrete pylon many
times.

I almost laughed when I saw Justyn's cock twitch as soon as Kyle got naked.
I'm guessing he still likes him.

"I could work with that.  What are you, about 5, 5½ hard?"

Kyle looked down at himself.  "I'm not hard, dude.  It's a good solid
eight."

"Says every guy online, ever," I laughed.

"Justyn, you still like Kyle now that he's out of his clothes?" I asked a
very nervous looking Justyn.

"Yeah, he's okay for sure."

"See that Kyle.  You've moved from fine to okay.  Not sure if that's better
or worse, but at least he hasn't thrown up or anything.  I'm guessing he's
still freaking out having you here.  You know dude, like I told you
earlier, I had a wicked crush on a celebrity once.  When I finally met him,
I could barely function.  It was like my brain had melted," I revealed.
Kyle just grinned, as he knew this story all too well.  "You know how I
dealt with it?"

He shook his head and shrugged quietly.

"I slept with him.  I mean I honestly thought I was gonna pass out or
collapse right there in front of him, but once we'd fucked, I saw him as a
person rather than an idol.  Now we're the best of friends.  I'm thinking
you two should fuck and then we can move to being friends."

"Should I have a say in this?"  Kyle asked.

"Duh.  Of course.  You wanna be on the top or bottom?"

"I meant should I have a say in whether I'd like sex with Justyn or not?"

"Do you want a say in it?  I didn't know you had that strong a crush on him
to get over."

"I don't.  I meant that just because he wants me doesn't automatically mean
I want him," he said logically.

I stood up and went beside Kyle, and faced him.  I reached out to take hold
of his semi-wood with one hand, and grabbed his ass with the other.  "So
are you saying that if Justyn dropped to his knees right now and sucked
your dick, you wouldn't be interested?"

"No, I'm not saying that.  I'm just saying I should have a say in it.
That's all."

"Justyn, slide off the couch and get over here," I told him.  He almost did
it in a trance, only stopping to look up at me once he was in front of us.

"I think it's safe to cut down on the pretense now, don't you, Kyle?
Justyn here is totally infatuated with you and I can see why.  You're hot
as fuck, and this cock is growing in my hand like a weed in fertilizer.
I'm pretty sure Justyn here would give you anything you wanted if you'd let
him fuck you, and let's face it, I'm going to fuck you regardless of what
Justyn wants.  The only question is how long can you last?"

"Shouldn't the question be, do I want sex with you?"

I smiled at him.  "Let's see you're naked and boned up with my hand around
your cock.  I'm also pretty sure you knew what we were offering when you
joined us for a joint, am I right?"

"I suspected," he admitted.

I moved my hands so that I could hold both the back of Justyn's head and
keep a grip on Kyle's erection.  "Open your mouth Justyn.  I think it's
time to show Kyle how much you really like him.  Then we're gonna take Kyle
to the bedroom and fuck him."

"I'll do it as long as I get to fuck at least one of you afterward, or
both.  Whatever," Kyle said as we both focused on Justyn on his knees.

"I'd be fine with that, but not until each of us has been up inside you.
Come on Justyn, really show him what you can do.  Play with his balls and
grab his ass.  You want to do as much as you can while you got him.  Guys
like this are fun the first time, but not usually worth more than one fuck,
so make the most of it."

Kyle looked back at me and stuck out his tongue, before he smiled.  "You do
realize that insulting me isn't the way to get me into bed, right?"

"I'm just keeping it real, buddy.  You're hooking up with two of the best.
Obviously, we're in demand so chances of us getting back around to you
again, unless you're incredible in bed, are pretty slim.  I'm talking about
you having two penises, or a foot long one, or you have a spiked tongue or
something to make us remember you."

"Are you both this egotistical or just you?"  Kyle asked, probably already
knowing the answer since he lived with me.

"Mostly just me.  Justyn is a little shy, so he needs encouragement, but
once he gets going, you'll understand why he's popular.  If you're ever
looking for us, just search for the `Y, I, Team.'"

"Y I?"  He said looking puzzled.

"Sure He's Justyn with a Y, I'm Justin with an I, so Y I Team."

I lined Kyle's erection up with Justyn's face and pulled him in to begin
the docking sequence.  Once Justyn's lips went around the head of Kyle's
dick, the automated response took over and Justyn willingly went to work on
him.  I let go of Kyle and moved my hand around to play with his ass crack,
while leaving my other hand on the back of Justyn's head so he didn't
chicken out at some point.  Although with the sucking noises he was making,
it would be like trying to get a lollipop away from a toddler.

"He's pretty good, isn't he?"

"Yeah.  No complaints."

"Does your boyfriend deep throat that thing?" I asked looking over Kyle's
shoulder to watch Justyn.

"Not all the way.  He does a good job though."

"Justyn, show him your specialty.  Take a firm hold of those balls and pull
that cock the rest of the way into you," I challenged.  It wasn't much of a
challenge really as he's done me, so I know he can handle Kyle.

I felt Kyle's body react to the deep throat action he was getting and moved
to press against him for support.

"Holy shit!"  Kyle exclaimed.

"Now that's how you give a blowjob.  Is that better?"

"I'll say.  Jesus.  No one has done that before," he lied.  "Holy crap."

"And if you think that's good, wait until he fucks you.  Actually, wait
until we've both fucked you.  What's the biggest cock you've had up your
ass?"

"Pretty big.  Like 6 inches," he said shrugging slightly.  "Mostly it's
just Chance doing it, so I'm used to his."

Chance might be pissed off if he knew Kyle was saying he only had six
inches.  I'm sure he'd shove his 7½ up Kyle's ass in front of all of us
to prove how big he really was.

"Six inches?  Dude, that's not big.  That's average.  I know 12-year-olds
that could take six inches."

Kyle turned his head to look back at me.  "You know 12-year-olds doing
anal?"

"Figure of speech.  Let's move to the bedroom before Justyn makes you cum
from that blowjob.  Can't having you popping off too soon."

We made our way to the back of the motor home, removed our socks, which
were the last pieces of clothing that either of us had, and lay down.  The
pretense was gone and we got to it.  I made sure to keep Justyn focused as
he was still showing signs of nervousness around Kyle.  I have no idea why.
It's just Kyle.

I got Justyn back between Kyle's legs to suck him off again, while I knelt
up at Kyle's head to feed him my cock.  Kyle voiced his surprise at how big
I was, mainly for Justyn's benefit.  I commented on how big he was, getting
Justyn to agree as he worked on deep throating him.  I mean Kyle's cock is
as impressive as any out there, so I'm sure Justyn wasn't disappointed.
Wait until we double fuck him with both of these big cocks.  I mean he may
be a top, but why should that stop him from getting a good double dicking?

It didn't take much encouraging to get Justyn to lube Kyle's ass as I
pulled the legs back to give him access.  Justyn moved in closer, his
nerves seemingly under control as his dick took charge of his body.  He
pushed the tip of his erection into Kyle's hole and watched it get sucked
in.

"Nice.  See, he's just a guy.  Now fuck him and show him how much you
really like him."

He pushed himself fully inside, and had just begun the fuck, when the door
to the motor home suddenly flew open, scaring the crap out of all of us,
despite two of us knowing exactly what was happening.

"Holy shit!"  Troy said as he barged in and slammed the door behind him.
"THIS is what you're doing?  Seriously?  Chance is gonna go fucking postal
when he hears about this.  I knew you were gonna hook up with them as soon
as they started talking to us."

"Dude relax. This isn't what it looks like," Kyle said turning to look at
Troy.  I almost burst out laughing.  Justyn was frozen in place, keeping
his dick well hidden inside Kyle.

"How is this not what it looks like?  You're all naked!  That guy has his
dick up your ass and that one has his boner right by your head," he
snapped.

"You can't tell Chance.  He'll kill me.  Then he'll kill these two, and
probably you for being a rat," Kyle pleaded convincingly.

"Sorry dude.  You may be my best friend, but he's my brother.  That totally
trumps anything."

"Sorry," Justyn said nervously as he pulled out trying to his hide his
crotch.  "We came to smoke a little pot and then kinda got horny.  We
didn't know he was in a monogamous relationship."

"Well, he is.  Chance has the worst jealousy of anyone I know.  I've seen
him punch the guy at McDonald's for just smiling at Kyle while he ordered.
You two are gonna be nothing more than body parts when he hears this shit,"
Troy said trying to be the tough guy.  I almost laughed.  Troy is about as
intimidating as Dora the Explorer, and almost as cute.

Kyle got off the bed and moved towards Troy, his big cock pointing the way.
"Please don't tell him.  It'll end more than these guys.  He'll stop being
my boyfriend and we sure as hell wouldn't be friends anymore."

"Sorry man.  Bro code is bro code," he said turning to leave.

Kyle suddenly grabbed him.  "Get him guys.  We can't let him leave to tell
Chance."

"Get off me Kyle!!" Troy yelled.  "Let go!!"

"No!" He said as he wrestled Troy to the bed where we grabbed him and
pulled him down.

Kyle leapt on his back and began pushing his shirt off over his head with
Troy continuing to complain, although he needs work on his acting skill of
resistance.  He was almost helping get his own shirt off as he tried
squirming under us.  "What are you doing?"  He said trying to look back at
Kyle on top of him.

"I need a guarantee that you'll keep quiet.  "Help me strip him guys.  I
wanna take some pictures of Troy having sex with us.  If he wants to rat me
out, I'll show Chance pictures of his kid brother taking cock from both
ends.  Plus a large nice cum shot to show he enjoyed it."

"Fuck off!  You're not doing that.  I'm not into guys," he said, almost
sounding believable.

We held him down as Kyle yanked his pants and underwear off, along with his
socks to leave him as naked as we were.  We flipped him over and I smiled
when I saw how not into it Troy really was.  He was already fully hard and
leaking pre-cum.  I wanted to point it out, but I figured we'd ignore it
for now.  Kyle grabbed the lube, thoroughly drowned Troy's cock in it and
then straddled him.

"Don't Kyle!  Fuck off!" Troy yelled out as Kyle ignored him, and lowered
himself down onto Troy's hard seven inches.  By the time he was fully
impaled, he had his hands on Troy's chest staring at him.

"One of you grab my phone out of my pants and take some pictures of this.
The other put your cock at his mouth and get ready to face fuck him," Kyle
barked.  Justyn was quick to leap off the bed to grab it.  I would love to
be inside his head right now to know what he was thinking.

"No way!  Don't, Kyle.  Get off me!!  I don't wanna fuck you."

"Relax, you're not exactly fucking me. I'm just sitting on your cock to get
some pictures of you enjoying yourself.  Imagine how Chance will react when
he sees your dick up my ass, and another one down the back of your throat.
Wonder who he'll kill first?"

"Stop it Kyle.  I was just kidding.  I'd never tell Chance," he said
changing to pleading.

"I'll make sure you don't.  With pictures of you being gang banged, it'll
ensure you never say a word to anyone.  Anyway, I think we're overdue to
fuck.  I've seen the way you look at me when we're changing, or when we
sleepover."

"I don't look at you in anyway," he replied as Justyn returned with the
phone and handed it to Kyle to unlock.

"Okay, get some shots of his cock in my ass.  Make sure you move around so
we can see his face," Kyle explained as Justyn went to work getting the
shots.  Kyle sat upright and grabbed Troy's hand to wrap around his cock as
he bounced up and down slowly.  Justyn took pictures and made sure to
follow Kyle's instructions to get faces as he backed up to get a wide shot.
I turned Troy's head so my cock was at his lips before I pushed the head in
and let Justyn get the pictures Kyle wanted.  Then it was my turn to take
over the pictures as Justyn was told to feed Troy his cock.  I snapped
pictures of it going in, and Troy almost choking on it.  Red face with
watering eyes is a hot look.  Not cover page of a magazine hot, but jerk
off hot.

Kyle suddenly sat up to let Troy's cock leave his ass, then lay down on
him.  "Time to fuck!" he said almost evilly as he grabbed Troy and rolled
both of them over.  He had a tight hold of Troy who was now on top, and
used his legs around Troy's to spread them open.  "Okay, which one of you
gets to go first?  Maybe y-Justyn should as he's not as big as i-Justin,"
Kyle suggested.  "Open him up to get used to it, then hit him with the big
schlong for his second ride.  Once you two are done, it's my turn.  Get
lots of pictures boys.  We want to show him enjoying himself."

I dropped some lube onto Troy's ass, and then along Justyn's shaft.  Or
should I be calling him y-Justyn as well?  I took plenty of shots of Justyn
lining up to penetrate Troy, and I have to admit my little brother did an
amazing job of acting like he'd never been fucked before.  He cried out and
tried to bat Justyn away.  Kyle just held him down and I kept moving the
hands out of the way so I could get some great pictures.  I'm sure Troy
will want these once we're done.  Justyn pushed through Troy's sphincter,
getting another round of cries from him.  That just made it so much hotter
for Kyle and I, but Justyn had to continuously be encouraged.  To him, we
were raping Troy.  I mean this was sort of like his fantasy, so I can't see
how he's conflicted at all.  I pushed Justyn's ass hard, forcing him all
the way inside Troy, who screamed appropriately.

"Dude.  Shut up!" Kyle said bluntly.  "You're acting like a chick.  Get
your cherry popped like a man."

I moved to take close up facial shots of the two, which looked amazing,
especially when they looked into each other's eyes.  Kyle moved a hand to
the back of Troy's head to make it look like they were in a passionate
embrace.  He pulled their heads together to kiss and I got those pictures
as well.  I think that might be my phones screen saver it looked so hot.
Right now it's a picture of Colin and I together, with Colin's head over my
shoulder as we look at the camera.  It's a great picture and I look amazing
in it.  Oh, Colin does too.  But he looks incredible all the time.

Once Troy seemed to resign himself to the fact he was being fucked, at
least in Justyn's eyes, he began to really get into the fuck.  It didn't
take much of that, and me rubbing his ass before Justyn was announcing that
he was cumming.  Troy yelled out that he didn't want someone cumming in
him, but Kyle told him to shut up as he was going to get at least two more
loads so he could remember this day.

I went next into Troy while Justyn took the pictures, and I faked my orgasm
to speed this up.  I could cum in Troy anytime I wanted, but I made sure to
make it look like I was really pounding the hell out of him as if he truly
were being raped by a wild animal.  A cute, well hung wild animal, with
super amazing green eyes.  You know we're talking about me, right?

I pulled out, and at Kyle's instructions, we held Troy as Kyle scrambled
out from underneath him and had us flip Troy onto his back.

"I wanna watch his face as I take his virgin ass for a ride for the first
time," Kyle said as he lubed up his cock.  Is it technically still a virgin
ass since two of us just finished riding it?  Maybe he keeps the virgin
status until the session actually come to an end.  I'll look it up when I
get home.  Some might argue that virginity is lost the second the head
penetrates through the sphincter.  Other may say it's not until you cum in
him.  For today's lesson, we'll agree to disagree that Troy is a virgin
until we're done with him.  "Pull his legs back and let me see that hole."

Justyn and I each grabbed a leg and pulled them back towards his head. Kyle
leaned in and without warning or hesitation, slammed his eight inches the
full length into Troy, causing him to cry out at the forceful penetration.
I'm sure it was part real, and part faked, as Kyle just started to hammer
him.

Troy yelled at him a few times throwing out straight boy insults of him
being a fudge packer and a cocksucker, along with insisting he wasn't queer
and wanted him to stop. "You like raping boys, you faggot. Probably the
only way anyone would have sex with you, isn't it, you cocksucker!"

"Baby, if you're gonna keep talking dirty like that, it's just gonna turn
me on even more.  You're making so much noise, that I'm sure there's half a
dozen guys listening outside, waiting for their turn in this tight little
ass."

Kyle leaned forward and dropped his face to Troy's to kiss him as they
fucked.  Justyn didn't miss the opportunity to take those pictures either.

I took the camera from him.  "Lube up and take another ride in Kyle.  You
might as well since he has his ass up like that."  I tossed him the bottle
and took pictures of him getting ready and into position.  I put my hand on
Kyle's back and watched as Justyn entered for his second fuck.  I took more
pictures before shuffling up toward where the guys were kissing.  I pushed
my cock between their lips and told them to suck it.  Troy should have
added more complaints at this point, but he had either forgotten that he
was supposed to be hating this, or couldn't talk with his mouth full.

It didn't take long for Kyle to announce he was cumming and thrust hard
into Troy to let himself climax.  I could almost feel the warm flood of his
boy jizz.  I'd been the recipient of it a few times myself.

He pulled out and we all separated from each other.  Troy just lay there
spread out looking like he'd been used hard and tossed aside.

"That was hot.  Let's see the pictures," Kyle said reaching for the camera.
He scanned through them.  "Shit. These are sic!  Post these on your insta
and you're gonna get a million more followers."

Troy sat up and looked through them with him.  "Those are some serious
action shots."

Justyn looked at the two of them as they scanned the pictures and frowned.
"I'm confused.  I thought you'd be furious right now.  We just held you
down and had sex with you."

"The technical term is you just raped me, with intent to blackmail," Troy
corrected as he went for his clothes, which got the rest of us moving to
dress as well.  Once we were back to presentable, Troy turned and gave me a
kiss.  "Thanks Justin.  That was pretty hot.  You were right, he's another
cute Justyn."

"Wait.  Do you guys actually know each other already?"  Justyn asked.

I laughed.  "Yeah.  We live together.  When you mentioned how much you
liked Kyle, I thought it'd be fun to set this up for you."

"Holy shit!  I had no idea.  So are you and Troy actually boyfriends?"

"No, just roommates.  More like brothers.  Chance is actually my boyfriend,
but he's not the jealous type.  In fact when we tell him about you, and
show the pictures, he's gonna be disappointed that we didn't invite him to
join in.  I'll introduce you and I'm sure you'll like him even more than
me.  I can see an orgy in your future."

"I'm good with orgies," Justyn nodded.  "Does that mean you're gay too?"
He asked, looking at Troy.

"I am.  No boyfriend though.  Just concentrating on school and random sex,"
he said with a big grin.  "This was hot though."

"I'm guessing this wasn't your first time being fucked?"

"No.  I'm pretty versatile and have definitely had my share of dicks," he
replied.

"His had his share, my share, Kyle's share, and your share.  Dude is slut,"
I added.

"Says my mentor," he grinned patting me on the back.

"Well if you guys ever get into acting I can give you a good
recommendation.  I honestly thought we were raping your ass for the first
time."

Troy took a bow.  "Thank you.  I practice my reactions during rehearsals.
That took 23 takes before I had it down perfect."

"That's the slut part I was talking about," I laughed.

"We should go, or we'll be late for class," Kyle said to Troy.

"It was nice meeting you Justyn.  We'll have to get together again
sometime.  Wouldn't mind being raped again, maybe this time with Chance and
the others joining us."

"That sounds hot.  If you're ever horny and looking for fun, just come find
me.  I'd love to get to know you guys better."

"We will, you can count on it."  Kyle said as he grabbed Troy's hand and
headed out of the trailer.  "See you later, guys."

As soon as he left Justyn turned to me with a big smile on his face, and
slapped my arm.  "I can't believe you organized that.  I honestly thought
we were in big shit when Troy busted in, and then when you guys began to
strip him with the intention of rape, I thought we were all going to be
sharing a cell somewhere."

"Which would be bad, how exactly?  The three of us in a small room with
only beds and a toilet," I said looking around the trailer.  "Kinda about
this size.  We'd never need clothes."

"That was so hot once we got going that I actually think I'm still horny.
Fuck class, I need to get laid some more.  What about you?"

"I always need to get laid more.  That's never a debate.  I say fuck
class."

"Yeah.  Fuck class and fuck me instead!"  He said a little excitedly as he
turned to face me.

I leaned in to kiss him and grabbed his hand to lead him back to the
bedroom.  "Then fuck you it shall be."

We spent the next two hours with each other, and I don't think in that
entire time that there was a point when one part of one of us wasn't inside
the other one.  I think it's because we're both Justin's.  It's understood
by all that Justin's are just more sexual than most.

By the time I finally got home I needed a long shower and a nap.  I'd been
asleep a good 18 minutes before I felt the bed move.  I opened my eyes
slightly, hoping we were just having an earthquake, but saw Blake lying
beside me.

"Hi.  You sleeping?"  He asked.

"Yes."

"Want me to wait until you wake up?"

"Yes."

"Do you always talk in your sleep, and answer questions?"

"What's on your mind, Blake?" I asked opening my eyes the rest of the way.
Because this is only a nap and not sleeping, I was on top of the bed,
dressed in a t-shirt and underwear.  My usual `comfy' clothes for around
the house.

"I wanted to let you know that the Junior Q is going hiking on Saturday, so
I won't be here.  You're okay if I go, right?  I could stay and help with
J.J. if you need me."

"No, you should go and enjoy the day.  Colin and I can look after J.J.  I
mean we did raise you by ourselves, didn't we?"

"Hmmm...good point.  I should stay."  I ignored his insult.  I think it was
an insult.  Maybe not.  Like I care.  "We're taking four new guys with us.
Two are pledges and two are little brothers of other members.  We're gonna
see if the brothers have potential to be pledges or not."

"You're taking guys to pledge to be pledges?"  I said with a small grin.
"That's a new one."

"Yeah, all four guys are 13, but the difference is that the pledges know
what the Junior Q is, and have already passed the initial background check.
They are now ready to be fully tested.  The little brothers have absolutely
no idea, so we're just gonna start by doing normal boy dares with them
first."

"Sounds fun.  What adults are going with you?"

"Adults?" He said leaning up on his elbow.  "We don't need no stinkin'
adults!  We are men of the forest.  Survivalists!  There weren't no men in
Lord of the Flies!"

"And we all remember how that turned out.  They burnt the fucking forest to
the ground and tried to spear each other to death."

"Well, if you're gonna pick out the negatives," he chuckled.  "No, actually
Brett, Levi and Colton are all going.  Colton at first said he wasn't
available, but after I promised I'd spend a couple nights with him and
Stone, he agreed to go."

"Hmmm...somehow I think there's more to it than that.  Maybe you threatened
him with that and he said he'd go if you DIDN'T spend the night."

"You're hilarious.  I know you still think of me as just a little kid, but
no one else does, Dad.  I think it's a total parent thing.  You don't want
us to grow up and not be your sweet innocent kid anymore."

"Well, that ship has sailed," I said quickly.

"See, you're coming around.  Speaking of your kids; J.J. asked me to talk
to you."

"Oh?  He doesn't feel like he can come to us directly?"

"He's still a bit unsure about things, but he'll get the hang of it.  Just
like I did."

"Hopefully not as much as you do," I replied.

"He wants to know if it'd be alright if he hung out at some of his friend's
houses after school sometimes.  As he put it, he wants to know if he's
still in prison or is he allowed out?"

"He thinks he's in prison?"  I asked shocked as I sat up to pay better
attention.

"I don't think he means it literally, but ever since he moved in with us,
you kinda hover over him.  Either you or Colin, and sometimes me, are
always there.  We drop him off at school and pick him up, then keep him
busy all the time to make sure he's not thinking about his other life.  I
think he figured it out and feels like he has no freedom.  That's kinda how
he explained it anyway."

"I had no idea.  I guess we have been trying to keep him busy and occupied
with things to do so he doesn't get bored."

"Sometimes you just gotta trust the system, Dad.  Push the baby bird out of
the nest and let him fly.  You pushed me out to let me try things," he said
with a big smile.

"Maybe not the best-selling feature to prove your point, but I hear what
you're saying.  I'll let J.J. know that he's allowed to see his friends
anytime he wants.  Guess we forget that even though he's not around the
Campbells anymore, he still has a life that's his."

"Cool.  He'll be happier about that.  Thanks."

"Thanks for letting me know.  You're a really good big brother."

He shrugged.  "That's my job."

"You have homework, or do you feel like snuggling up with me for another
hour on this nap?"

"I can snuggle.  I can do homework after dinner," he replied as we both lay
out on the bed and he spooned up against me.  I wrapped my arm around him
and he pulled us closer.  "Should we get naked?"

"No.  We actually want to nap."

"Okay, but I like snuggling, so if you make me horny you gotta take care of
it when we wake up."

"I have no problem with that.  Five minutes under the garden hose should
cure you right up."

"So mean," he said as we cuddled and fell asleep.

Colin found us when he got home from work, and we must have been tired as
we'd slept for over an hour and a half, and were still in the same position
as when we'd fallen asleep.  It was Colin taking pictures of us that woke
us.

"Hi," I said as I looked up at him.

"Hey honey.  You two look so cute together like that.  I had to take some
pictures as it's so rare that either of you are wearing clothes."

"Don't blame me.  THAT was Justin's idea, not mine," Blake said as he
opened his eyes and looked at Colin.  "You need a nap too, Dad?"

"I'm good.  Figured I'd wake you up so you didn't miss dinner.  Ben cooked
a beef tenderloin that looks & smells amazing."

"Then we definitely don't want to miss it," I said as I removed my arm from
around Blake.  He immediately complained about how much colder he felt.  I
could sympathise.  I'd happily have slept the night cuddled up with him
like that.  We headed downstairs with me holding Colin's hand.  I whispered
to him that we'd cuddle later, without the clothes.  He turned and kissed
me, so I think he approves.

As soon as dinner was over, Colin and I went to talk to J.J.  We wanted him
to know that Blake had passed along his request and concerns.  It would be
good for their brother bonding.  I also wanted him to know he wasn't in
prison, despite lights out being at 9 every night, he had a toilet and sink
in the same room where he slept, meals provided in the main kitchen every
day, and that he was entitled to yard time.

"Hey J.J.  How was school?"  I asked as we sat on the couch.

"Mostly good.  I had gym class today and we're doing dancing...with the
girls...yeck!" he said sticking his tongue out.

"What would you rather be doing in gym class?"

"Anything.  Like seriously, anything.  Wrestling, dodgeball, track.  I'd
even prefer that rope climbing thing over dancing with girls."

"One day, probably pretty soon, you might appreciate the knowledge of how
to dance with someone.  Blake came to see me about your request."

"Oh yeah?"

"First, I want you to know you're always welcome to visit your friend's
houses, or have them come over here whenever they want, as long as their
parents are okay with it as well.  This is your home, not a prison, buddy."

"Oh, he told you that too, huh?  I didn't mean an actual prison," he said
quickly, squirming uncomfortably.

"It's okay.  I get it.  At your other house, you took the bus to school
with your friends."

"And Layne," he added, "but he got off before I did as his school was
closer."

"Then after school, I understand you sometimes went over to your friend's
houses."

"Yeah, almost every day.  We rotated lots.  Sometimes we all did homework,
but most times to play video games and be boys."

"Well, we're sorry if you felt like we stopped you from doing that.  As
long as you let us know where you're going, it's not a problem," Colin
assured him.

"Yeah, depending on which house I was at, I either had to let my parents or
Uncle Steve know.  They were also okay if I just let Layne know.  I had to
use my friend's phones `cause I didn't have one.  I think that's how they
always knew which friend I was with."

"Well, you have your own phone now, so it should be a lot easier just to
text to say where you are.  You can let Colin, me, or Blake know.  If we
need you home, we'll do the same, or just phone you.  Deal?"  Colin said,
giving him our shared parental advice.

"Deal!"  he said brightening up considerably.  "Would I be able to bring my
other friends over here too?  Quinn told them all about it, and I think
they wanna see where I'm staying now."

I noticed he was avoiding saying where he `lived', or that this was home.
Baby step, I guess.  "Any time you want.  I'm sure you could find plenty of
things to keep busy with," I replied.

"I'll say.  My friends didn't like going to my other houses.  My Mom
usually stuck around us so she knew what we were up to.  My friends were
always nervous around her," he revealed.  Not exactly what 10-year-old boys
are looking to do after being locked up in class for several hours.

She seems the type.  Probably not only hovered and listened to everything
they said or did, but she was the type that would react to it as well.
Like calling the other boy's mothers to let them know anything she didn't
approve of, or rally the PTA to react to some boy thing that she deemed
inappropriate, like being boys.  She's the type that would bitch like a
crazy person that her daughter wasn't being treated equal by being denied
access to the boy's wrestling, while simultaneously complaining about
sexual harassment; and denying boys the same access to the girl's
wrestling, claiming that girls need a safe space to be girls.  God forbid
boys be allowed a safe space to be boys away from girls.  Trust me, even at
10, girls have claws.

Now I'm back on my soap box.  It's like clubs.  You could have a black
students association or an Asian club.  Hell, even a gay club, but fuck
me...you set up a straight white guy club, and all of a sudden you're a
fucking white supremist Nazi.  Maybe they just like hanging with other
straight white guys.  Same as the other races do.  There's nothing wrong
with being with other people like yourself, as long as it doesn't spill
over into becoming hate against anyone who's different than you.  That's
the problem, not clubs of people with similar interests.  Imagine straight
guys in a gay club.  First, they wouldn't understand half of what we talk
about, and they'd likely be super uncomfortable when the orgy started.
Imagine a white guy at the Black student's association.  They're all
talking to each other and throwing out the N-word at their buddy.  White
guy does it and you find his body in three separate dumpsters.  You get the
point.  What guys want girls at their club where they have to watch how
they talk and act.  Could you imagine girls allowing boys in one of their
pillow fight panty sleepovers?  I admit I dunno what happens when girls get
together, I'm just going off television.

J.J. didn't mention his Uncle Steve's, but I had a feeling any homework or
video games they did would somehow end up being done without clothes.  I'm
almost positive Steve would have hovered as much as Vanessa, but for
entirely opposite reasons.  By the time we finished our conversation, he
seemed a lot happier.

The next day, he clarified our new agreement by asking if he could go over
to Quinn's after school.  We readily agreed, and told him to text when he
was ready to come home and we'd pick him up.  He seemed happy with that and
raced off to school, with Troy dropping both boys off just to show him we
were fine with not acting like wardens.  But if I see just one homemade
shank, all rules change!

Darcy texted during the day, and asked if he could come over, so I happily
picked him up on the way home from university.  I let him drive, which he
said always gives him a boner.  Not sure that's a good idea.  Don't you
need the blood to power your reasoning and logic center while driving?  How
would they explain that at the autopsy after our fiery crash?  I suppose I
could have given him a blowjob while he was driving to help him get that
thing back under control, but it was a short ride and I would prefer to
take my time using him.

I had him park in the main garage rather than leave it out on the driveway,
as you never know what lunatic is gonna come racing up the driveway in a
horny mood and not see another vehicle.  We got out of the car, and I moved
around to intercept him before he wandered off to the door.  "You won't be
needing these," I said as I pushed his shirt off over his head.  He lifted
his arms submissively as he just stared at me.

"I guess you're as horny as me, huh?"  He said blinking a few times as he
shook his head to get his hair back in place.

"Darcy, you're so fucking cute, that even if I weren't horny before, it'd
be impossible not to be horny while being around you."

"Yeah, right," he chuckled as I wasted no time getting the rest of his
clothes off and pulling him hard against me so I could lean down and kiss
him.  I still find it cute that he goes up on his tip toes to reach up to
me.

"Fuck!  What is it about this ass that I can't get enough of?"  I asked as
I rubbed my hand up and down his crack.  "If you ever want a job as a
live-in naked fuck toy, just let me know."

"And what are the job requirements for the position?"  he asked with a bit
of an amused grin.

"Be naked and fuckable 24/7."

"For just you?"

"For everyone and anyone who's at the house," I said pulling him against
me.

"Do I get paid by the hour, or by the person."

"By the hour, with a bonus for each person above two in a day," I joked
keeping our banter going.  "Did you have something you wanted to discuss,
or did you text to just hang out?"

"To just hang out if that's okay.  School and home are still pretty
stressful, so I like coming over here where I can relax and be myself."

"And we like it when you're here as well," I said as I leaned in and
grabbed his ass again.  He moved into it like a puppy looking for belly
rubs.  "Any bullying today?"

"Just got bumped into a locker once.  Not sure if it was bullying, or just
a guy being clumsy.  I didn't get bruised, so I'm going with accident."

"Good.  Sometimes these things go in cycles, so we'll play it by ear.
Ideally we hope they've matured and bullying is out of their system."

"It's not.  They're still bullying.  Are you gonna fuck me in here, or in
the house?"

"And what has you assuming that I want to fuck you?"  I asked leaning in to
give him another kiss.

"Uhh, oh, I dunno.  Maybe it's because you got me naked and have your
finger in my ass," he smiled as he inched up to kiss me back.

"I guess you're too cute not to fuck as much as possible.  You know that
every time I see you, I get an instant boner, right?"

"You probably say that to every naked guy that hangs around here," he
reasoned.  He's not wrong, but no need for him to know that for sure.

"Not true.  Some guys just aren't a good lay.  But with you, the first time
I slipped my cock up inside you, I knew how special you were.  I'll let you
in on a little secret.  I'm a little jealous of Layne, as he gets to be
your boyfriend and can have you whenever he wants."

He gave a small giggle.  "I'm pretty sure you can have me whenever you want
as well.  I mean case and point considering what we're doing right now."

"I know, but it still feels different with Layne as your boyfriend."

"I can't imagine how.  You have sex with Layne as much as with me, and we
even have three-ways, or more way when other join in too."

"True, but it's not the same.  I still get jealous when I see someone
else's cock drive into that amazing ass.  I watch it open and wrap itself
around the shaft and suck it in.  I always think it should be mine going in
there.  It's the same when I imagine you out with someone where I assume it
ends in you being undressed and enjoyed."

"Wow, I'll bet no one else anywhere thinks of me that much.  Thanks, I
think.  But you know instead of just talking about it, you could be doing
that with me right now since I'm here and naked already.  You talk a lot by
the way.  Guess that's why you'll be a good therapist huh?"

"Let's hope so.  Come on, let's get you inside for some proper afternoon
fun," I said easing back from him and grabbing his hand.  The smile on his
face said it all.  He was either stoned...or looking forward to an
eight-and-a-half inch two-hour stuffing.

We entered the house directly from the garage side door and you could still
feel his nervousness at walking around naked, despite having done it plenty
of times now.  I pulled off my shirt to make it a little easier on him, all
the while thinking of the best place to fuck him today.  If he has all this
stress from home and school, nothing relieves that like some good hard
sweaty sex.

I figured we'd start by grabbing something to drink from the kitchen first.
I let him go through the fridge to get what he wanted as I removed my
pants, leaving me in just my shorts.

Oh shit," Darcy exclaimed as he saw movement to his right.  I looked over
to see Kurt and Patrick approaching.

"Deep breath.  This could be your first audition for the houseboy job I
mentioned," I said quietly as he visibly tensed up.  "You remember Kurt,
right.  You met him in the garage when you were over."

"Sure.  Hey," Darcy replied.

"And his best friend Patrick.  Patrick, this is Darcy."

"Nice to meet you," Patrick said nodding at him.  "You guys going
swimming?"

"Swimming?  No, why?"  I asked feigning stupidity.

"Uh, because you're not wearing anything."

"I'm wearing my shorts.  Darcy is a friend of Blake's and prefers hanging
out naked."

"Explains why he's a friend of Blake," Kurt laughed.

"Have you guys been down working on the cars?" I inquired as the boys sat
down at the island with us.  "You look a little sweaty."

We rode our bikes over here today.  I was going to ask to borrow a car for
a double date we have tonight," Kurt replied.

"Help yourself.  You know you're welcome to use any of them."

"Thanks."

"Why don't you guys grab a drink and take off your shirts to cool down," I
suggested.  Patrick went and got pops before they pulled their shirts over
their heads.  I couldn't help but smile as Darcy checked them out.

"Kurt has this new program we're fine tuning so that we know what car is
due for what servicing.  From oil changes to detailing, rotating tires,
etc.  He tracks the mileage of each car and the program notes what is
required at that usage level based on the specs for each individual
vehicle."

"With so many new cars, it's been hard to keep up with them all.  The
program helps make sure I don't miss anything," Kurt explained.  "It even
tracks gas mileage and if we're losing performance.  Gonna try and make it
do some analytics as well.  It's a work in progress."

"Good job," I said as I moved off my chair to stand behind Patrick.  I ran
my hand around his stomach and popped the button on his jeans, before
lowering the zipper to allow my hand to slip inside his underwear to play
with him.

"Dude, tell Justin about your new girlfriend," Patrick said with a big
smile as he leaned back against me giving me better access into his shorts.

"A new girlfriend, huh?"  I nodded.  "Nice.  Is this the reason for the car
tonight.  To get to the next base?"

"No, I just wanted a nice date.  I met her at the bar.  We were on the
dance floor with some drunk girls, and the hottest chick I've ever seen
came up and pushed the others aside so she could dance with me.  She has
these amazing eyes and long blonde hair; with the sexiest body I've ever
seen with amazing boobs.  Plus, a small perky ass and long legs."

"Ahh, but does she have a mind, or is she a plastic bimbo?"  I joked.

"Oh wait...it gets better," Patrick chuckled almost not able to control his
excitement.  I think the excitement was about Kurt's girlfriend and not my
hand down his pants though, so that was a bit of a let down.

"She had my shirt off on the dance floor pretty fast, and then suggested we
get a couple drinks.  Trust me this chick was worth buying drinks for.  The
whole time I was thinking she was just using me for the drinks as there was
no way a girl this hot would be after me so aggressively.  When she
suggested we get out of there and head to my place, my dick almost shot out
of my pants.  I was pretty sure I must have been seeing her through beer
goggles, but actually she's really the hottest girl I've ever dated.  I was
surprised."

"Not as surprised as when he got her to bed," Patrick laughed.

"Let me guess.  She's a dominatrix and had you tied to the bed posts all
night?"

"No, but I have a feeling she might if I suggested it.  So, we're at my
place fooling around and I get her shirt off to get to work on those
amazing boobs, then it happened?"

"What?  Premature ejaculation and she laughed at you for the rest of the
night?"

"Nope," he said giving a slightly awkward smile.  "That's when I felt her
boner throb against me."

"HER boner?  You picked up a drag queen?  Nice!"  I said leaning over to
offer him a fist bump.  He declined to return it.

"Actually, I picked up a trans girl.  All woman, just with a dick."

"Whoa!  Seriously?"  Darcy asked wide eyed.

"Completely serious.  And she has a big dick," Patrick added.  "I'm talking
a thick seven and big balls."

"How do you know?"  I teased.

"Please.  We're best friends.  She's hot as fuck, dude.  All the beauty of
a runway model, with all the horniness and skills of a guy."

 "Guess I gotta ask.  How did you react when you realized she was in
transition?"

"I think my brain did a temporary short circuit as I tried to process it.
I mean I was already down to my underwear and she was shirtless, so it felt
like a pretty normal make out session up to that point.  I believe that if
I'd never met you guys and learned about gay sex, I'd have probably freaked
out and thrown up, before I had a meltdown."

"But instead?"  I asked curiously.

"Instead, I rolled off her and put my hand on her package and squeezed.  We
just stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only a
couple minutes.  The only thing I could think to ask was whether she was
actually a guy.  That's when she told me about being in transition.  I was
actually pretty proud of myself as I didn't react negatively.  I asked if
she still liked using her penis for sex, or if I was supposed to ignore
it."

"And?"

"She said she liked her penis, so it was okay to play with it.  We talked
about what she liked and didn't like and then we had sex."

"Dude, I'm proud of you.  Not a lot of straight guys would have been cool
with that," I said congratulating him, noticing that Darcy was staring
intently as he listened to Kurt's story.  Poor guy has barely learned about
being gay, now we throw this at him.  Can someone say learning curve?
"What sort of things were limits?"

"Not a lot.  She preferred to give blowjobs over getting them, and enjoyed
being fucked and rimmed, but didn't want to be the one to top.  She said it
would be okay if I straddled her and rode her cock while we kissed if I
wanted to.  Basically...it was just like doing a regular girl as long as I
could get past her having a penis."

"You gotta meet Thalia.  She has got to be the hottest person on the
planet, of any sex," Patrick gushed.  Sounded like he was more in love with
her than Kurt.  "Until you see her dick, there is no way you even have a
clue that she used to be a boy."

"He's not wrong.  After I got over the initial surprise, I think Thalia was
impressed that I kept going.  She said most guys take off as soon as they
feel a penis."

"Acceptance and equality still have a long way to go," I admitted.
Although to me fair, if I took a guy home and he had a vagina, I don't
think I could continue.  I might if I was as attracted to him as Kurt is to
Thalia.  Guess we'll have to wait for that chapter in my life to present
itself.  (It's called foreshadowing...look it up).

"The funny part is, it was easily, hands down, the best sex I'd ever had.
I was so turned on by how amazing she was that the penis didn't even
matter.  In fact, I hate to say it, but I think it made it even hotter
somehow."

"That's awesome, dude.  You said she was a new girlfriend, so does that
mean you're dating now?"

"I'll say.  Justin, dude, she's like no other girl I've ever met.  She's as
horny as any guy and we can't keep our hands off each other.  She's super
girly when the situation calls for it, but athletic and adventurous like a
guy when we go off to do something.  I've never met anyone that checks
every box on everything."

"Damn.  Looks like I'll need to up my game if I ever want to get you boys
back in bed again.  Of course, now you've thrown the gauntlet down by
saying Thalia is better at sex than me."

"I never said she was better.  Just that the sex I had with her was the
best I've ever had.  Subtle difference."

"Gotta admit.  That's a pretty hot story.  What do you think, Darcy?"  I
asked.

"I'm not sure what to say.  Your girlfriend is actually a guy with boobs?"

"No, she's transsexual.  Means she was born with a penis, but was really a
girl in her mind.  Now she lives as a girl, but still has the penis," Kurt
explained patiently.

"Will she go through an operation to change the penis to a vagina," he
asked logically.

"No.  She says she's not going to go that far as she likes the penis, which
is fine by me.  I think I'd be weirded out if I had to fuck a pussy that
was once where a penis used to be.  I'm actually enjoying the relationship
we have."

"You've gotten me horny," I announced.

"No offense Justin, but doesn't pretty much anything get you horny?" Kurt
laughed.

"Fair point.  Darcy, stand up," I told him.  "Patrick's got a major boner
right now.  Maybe you could help him with it if you slide his pants down."

Darcy looked at me as if I'd just suggested he take out a kidney, or do
brain surgery.

"Patrick's fine with it.  He loves blowjobs.  Tell him," I suggested.

"I do love blowjobs," Patrick agreed as he turned sideways to face Darcy.

"And he's hard, so you know he's not going to refuse."

"Ummm, am I allowed to if I'm already doing stuff with Layne?"  He asked
nervously.

"Until you two become official boyfriends, and decide that monogamy is how
to want to go, then I figure you're both allowed to do anyone you want."

Darcy moved up carefully and put his hand on Patrick's waist to touch the
top of his pants and stopped to stare as if seeking confirmation.  He
received it as Patrick lifted his ass slightly to allow both the pants and
underwear to be removed. I pushed Patrick's cock upright to show it off.

"There you go buddy.  Get that down you.  One of the main gay commandments
is never refuse a nice cock when offered."  There are several of those
commandments.  They are the foundation for the Justin rules of sex.
Remember the one `never fuck a straight boy while their friends are in the
same room?'  or the popular, `use duct tape, not masking tape'.  Darcy bent
over and lowered his mouth around Patrick's cock and got to work.

"You ever suck an uncut cock?"  Patrick asked.

Darcy shook his head, no.

"Use your tongue and push it under the skin to lick around it.  Then feel
free to push the skin all the way back to expose the entire head."

"That's hot.  Darcy needs some additional practice, so it's nice you guys
can help out," I said to them.

Kurt laughed.  "Technically I think it's Darcy that's helping Patrick out."

"Kurt, tell me more about the new girl.  Do you have pictures of her?"

"Sure.  Just on my phone.  I'll go get it," he said jumping up and racing
downstairs.

I turned my attention to the other two.  "Darcy, take a break for a second
and get on your knees.  Patrick stand up and bend over a little.  I think
that ass needs a little workout too."

The boys repositioned, and I got behind Patrick and fingered some spit into
his hole before I shoved my cock into him.  Darcy resumed the blowjob, and
by the time Kurt ran back up, I was deep into the fuck, holding Patrick
with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip to get that perfect
thrust action.  Kurt was unphased by what we were doing and stepped up
beside me to show me the pictures.

"Holy shit.  You weren't kidding.  She's gorgeous.  She'd probably win
every beauty show on the planet.  Those eyes and facial features are
stunning," I admitted.  The fact that this used to be a guy was messing
with my head.  I would totally fight Kurt to take her from him, if I wasn't
already married and not really into girls at all.  But the pure beauty of
her was drawing me in fast.

"I know, right?"  He nodded as he flipped through the pictures.  Some just
of her, others of the two of them, and even a few with Patrick as well.
They appeared to have been a lot of places together.  I guess if I were a
straight boy with a girl that looked that hot, I'd want to be seen
everywhere with her too.  There were several of her in a bikini top and
shorts.  I looked closely, but couldn't see any sort of bulge to give her
away.  The one where the shorts were gone and she was in a bikini bottom,
had me questioning whether the guys might just be trying to trick me.
There was no sign of a penis at all.  I know drag queens tuck it up inside
themselves, so I guess T-girls could do the same thing.  He flipped to the
next picture showing Thalia shirtless.

"Now THOSE are nice boobs!  Damn," I said appreciatively, showing how
excited I was by thrusting into Patrick much harder.

"You know it.  Her boobs are almost as firm as her ass," he said almost
licking his lips as he kept flipping through the pictures.  I put one hand
on the top of Kurt's pants and popped them open, before moving the other
hand to his waist and slid it down inside the back of his underwear to
finger his ass crack.  He didn't resist, so I pressed against his hole.  He
gave a small moan as he kept looking for other pictures, some of which
didn't include Thalia, and were just scenery shots and lots of pictures of
the cars.  I think straight boys call this car porn.

"I'm glad you found someone you like so much," I said complimenting him.
"I just hope this doesn't change our friendship."

"Never.  I think the fact that you're fucking my best friend and fingering
my ass should prove it."

"And that I'm going to enter you next.  Don't forget that," I smirked.

"Sure...and that," he laughed.  "I mean it though, Justin.  If I hadn't met
you guys and learned to be okay with gay sex, I never in a million years
would have dated Thalia.  I think I might even be in love."

"That's huge, dude."

"That's what she said," he laughed playing with his cock.

"You should come over here a couple times a week so I can help keep your
ass ready to use when you decided to ride Thalia's dick.  Darcy, switch to
Kurt's cock.  I'll take over working Patrick's.  We want them both to cum
before they leave."

"Surprised you suggested just twice a week," Kurt said shaking his head as
he stayed where he was with my hand fingering him, while Darcy moved to
take the hard cock in his mouth.  I reached around to stroke Patrick's wet
erection and continued to fuck him handsfree.  "You should bring Thalia
over sometime so I can meet her."

Kurt gave a small laugh.  "She's pretty nervous about people knowing she
used to be a boy.  She said she gets a lot of hate thrown at her."

"Well hopefully you know nobody in this house would throw hate; unless
you're an ignorant asshole towards us first, then we throw."

"I know, but it might take her a while until she's comfortable around
everyone.  She's let Patrick see her without clothes, but apart from that
she's pretty reserved."

"Well, when she's ready, she's welcome."

"Ummm...If I do bring her over, can you maybe not strip and fuck me in
front of her.  We're still defining our relationship," he asked
respectfully.

"I'm sure I can restrain myself for a few hours.  Who knows, maybe she'd be
into watching you taking a great cock like mine.  Would show how open
minded you are."

"Would definitely show how open you are," Patrick laughed.  "How wide open
your ass is after Justin's cock gets in there."

"But seriously.  Feel free to bring her over any time.  I'm sure the rest
of the boys would love to have a girl that hot around to talk to.  They
don't need to know she's trans if she wishes to keep that to herself."

"I'll ask her.  Is it okay if I tell her that you're all gay?"  Kurt asked.

"Of course.  Maybe that'll make her feel more comfortable to talk about
herself.  At some point, it's likely that while she was a boy, she thought
she might be gay while trying to figure out who she was."

"That's true actually.  But then she figured out it's because of the gender
thing.  Now she's super happy to have figured it out, and is still
attracted to boys."  Kurt looked down at Darcy sucking his cock.  "Dude,
slow down or I'm gonna cum soon."

"Ignore him, Darcy.  Suck that cock faster, and get his load in ya.  That's
how you know you've done a good job and in the long run Layne will
appreciate you having better skills," I said quickly as I fingered Kurt
harder.

While this was going on, Patrick was beginning to moan a little too, so I
matched the speed of my finger fucking with the speed of jerking him off.
Those two things combined with me fucking, was taking a lot of
concentration.  My brain was having to do three things at once, and carry
on a conversation.  I'll be eligible for Mensa if I keep this up much
longer.  The first to cum was Patrick, and when I felt it arrive, I moved
his cock towards Darcy so he'd get the full spray all over himself.  You
can never have too much protein lotion to help your skin stay smooth.

He flinched a bit as the first wave hit him, but continued to work on Kurt,
who was next to go.  He announced he was about to cum and Darcy went to
pull back.

"Hold his head, Kurt.  Make sure your cock is all the way in him when you
cum.  He needs to learn to take a big load and swallow.  He's still pretty
new to all of this, but he's working on a boyfriend right now, so he should
learn how to say he loves him."

Kurt laughed.  "Right.  The difference between like and love.  Spit or
swallow."

"Exactly."

"Guess I must love Thalia then," he said as he grabbed Darcy's head and
pulled it right down on him before he grunted and shot his load.  I could
feel each throbbing pulse as his ass tightened each time.  That feeling was
enough for me, and I quietly came inside Patrick.

"Does that comment mean you're swallowing loads now?"

"Sometimes.  Mostly she cums while I'm fucking her but I've done a couple
blowjobs and gotten the end result," Kurt admitted.  "She's not really into
getting blowjobs much, but sometimes it just happens when you're in the
middle of sex.  Again, I would have freaked out if I hadn't learned stuff
from you guys, so I owe you a thanks for that."

"Anytime you need more education, come over.  I never object to a nice set
of lips wrapped around my dick," I smiled.  "We're always happy to help.
Darcy.  Did you cum yet?"

"No.  But it's fine," he said sitting back to wipe his mouth, no doubt
dealing with the after taste of Kurt's load.

The two guys got dressed, leaving Darcy still on his knees focused on
wiping cum off his face like he was a cat.

"Sorry Justin.  I guess you didn't get to fuck me today," Kurt said as he
leaned in to give me a small bro hug.

"That's alright.  We'll go twice next time."

"Seems very thoughtful of you," he said sounding a little sarcastic.

"That's who I am, buddy.  Helpful, generous and thoughtful.  I'm happy to
open Thalia's ass up too if it'll help you two have better sex with each
other."

"We have great sex already, but thanks for the offer."

"You know you're legally obligated to take my offer back to her so she can
decide if she wants it or not."

Patrick almost choked on a laugh.  "Sorry.  That was funny.  I'm pretty
sure that's only a lawyer and his client type thing.  Not a straight guy
and his girlfriend being offered sex by a gay guy thing."

"Doesn't change the fact that I offered," I countered.

"If Thalia does come over, promise to tone it down a bit.  Treat her as a
girl until she reveals she's actually trans.  Would you do that for me?"
Kurt begged.

"I promise. I'd want her to feel comfortable here.  Just to clarify though,
you're saying I shouldn't strip her and take video of the two of you
together."

"That would be correct," he said shaking his head and smiling.  I'm sure
once she sees how cool everyone is here, she'll be okay telling you," Kurt
added.

"What are you guys up to for the rest of the day?"  I asked.

"I've got a date tonight.  We're actually double dating and going to a
movie."

"Who are you taking, Patrick," I inquired.

"Not sure.  It's a friend of Thalia's.  I've never met her before."

"Might be another t-girl.  Now that would be hot.  The four of you
together.  God, that would blow my mind watching two trans girls going down
on each other, while you two are fucking them from each end.  I'd love to
video that sex session."

"I don't know anything about her.  Thalia knows I'm bisexual, so for all I
know it could be a dude she's setting me up with.  Either way, it should be
a fun night."

"We should get going though," Kurt said.  "It was nice meeting you Darcy.
Thanks for the blowjob."

"Uhhh, sure.  It was nice meeting you as well," Darcy stammered as he stood
up.

The guys left and I'm pretty sure I heard Darcy give a long exhale.

"That was fun, right?  You sucked off your first straight guy, and got some
action with a bisexual."

"Are you sure Kurt is straight if he's doing a girl that used to be a guy
and still has a penis?"  Darcy asked looking confused.

"I'm pretty sure he still considers himself straight, or maybe `fluid' is
more his label now, if we're still using labels.  It might be labelist if
we have to put people in boxes all the time...or maybe that makes it
boxist?"

"I think labels are important," Darcy commented.  "I mean if they weren't
there, how would we know what's in all the cans at the supermarket."

"True.  Though I suppose if Thalia had come with a label, Kurt may never
have hooked up with her, and he'd missed out on an amazing relationship."

"I dunno if I'd have been that cool with it if I were straight," he
admitted, letting me turn him around and lift a knees way up onto the bar
stool so his legs were nicely spread open.  I casually fingered lube into
his hole, before pushing his chest down onto the kitchen island

"Really?  What if you met the hottest boy you'd ever seen and you were
getting along so well he took you home with him?  Only you found out he
didn't have a penis, just a vagina.  What would you do?"

"I dunno, but I don't think it's the same.  Kurt can just ignore the penis
and do it in the ass if they want sex.  We're gay, so the penis is kind of
important when we're having sex.  I wouldn't want to go down and eat a
pussy over sucking a cock.  I think I'd be disappointed, and I'm not sure I
could be in a relationship where I didn't have that to play with."

"Honest response, and nothing wrong with it at all," I acknowledged as I
shoved myself inside his sweet little ass.  "We all know what we like.
I've gone down on a few girls before and I agree, I'd rather have a cock
than a pussy any day.  Would you be honest with the guy and say you
couldn't do it with him, or would you go through with it and then be honest
about a future together?"

"Probably the second one, or something in the middle," he responded with
only a couple of slight grunts as I began fucking him.  "I'd probably talk
about it with him first, then try sex together, but be honest that I saw it
as more of a one-night stand."

I smiled.  "Okay, what if he put on a strap on and fucked your brains out?
You don't mind being fucked, do you?"

To prove my point, I slammed deep into him a couple times.

"I'm getting used to it.  Sometimes it still hurts when I'm not ready for
it.  I think it would be hot to be done with a strap-on, and I'd probably
enjoy it, but it still wouldn't change the fact that I wouldn't have a
penis to suck on or play with.  One that grows in your hand as it becomes
excited, or that I can look at while he's sleeping."

"I get that, and that's cool.  Could you be friends with him?"

"Of course.  I'd probably be okay having sex again too, I just wouldn't
want that to be my long-term relationship guy.  Hope that makes sense."

"Makes sense to me.  Now, let's finish this fuck so I can get some more
protein in you before we go get cleaned up and see if I can get you horny
again.  You almost missed out on your daily fuck.  I should have had one of
them do you first."

"Am I supposed to get fucked every day?"

"Not if you're straight.  That's usually a month end bonus for them, but
for a gay guy, it's kind of a requirement to keep up your gay membership up
to date," I teased.  "When the last time you got the bone?"

"Couple nights ago with Layne.  We went to the park near my house after
dark."

"Nice."  I grabbed his hips and hammered him hard until I achieved lift
off, spraying what I had left deep into his boy pussy.  I pulled out about
as fast as I went in, and allowed him to stand back up.  I grabbed him by
the hand and took him up to our bathroom for a shower.  I made sure to
finger his ass to ensure the cum was even spread around in there.  You
don't want it pooling or clumping.  I actually can't get enough of this
boy's tiny ass.  The way the hole is always visible as if begging you to
enter it.  How could anyone resist when they see him without clothes?

I knew Blake was at diving practice today, so wouldn't be home until much
later.  They had been doing extra training as they had a competition in a
couple weeks where his goal was to beat his all-time personal best.  I
loved that he approached it like that and not where he got pissed off if he
didn't win.  I think the tips he got from Tom when we were in England, and
the follow-ups since, by Skype or Zoom, were giving him great confidence to
try harder.  I mean we all know how lacking in self-confidence Blake is...

Once I'd finished with Darcy in the shower, we both stayed naked and went
downstairs to play pinball.  I got a text from J.J. saying he was ready to
be picked up at Quinn's, so that brought my playdate with Darcy to an end.
I got dressed first and then took him out to the garage where we'd left his
clothes.  I debated keeping him naked until we got closer to his house, but
since I'm in such a good mood, I let him dress before driving.  We parked a
few blocks from his house so that he didn't get seen by his parents getting
out of the car.  I keep telling him, it doesn't matter as he was Blake's
friend, and it's normal for parents to drop the kids off at home.  He said
he just preferred it this way so that he didn't get interrogated every
time.  After he'd walked off, I spun the car around, not Fast and Furious
style, just a regular u-turn, and headed to get J.J.  I'd deliberately
picked the best car we had in the upstairs garage which happened to be the
Marussia B2.  It's one of the cheaper cars.  I think Colin got it for
around $140,000, or somewhere around that.  The car looks great on the
outside and could sure rival the look of a few of the other sports cars we
had, but the interior was a bit clunky.  I wouldn't drive it on a long road
trip, but it was fine to run errands in.  In case you were wondering, it's
a Russian car.  They make sure you knew that by putting Russia right in the
name of the thing.  I'm guessing Marussia, means `My Russia'.  Not really
fluent at Russian, but it seems a logical assumption.  Spasibo!

I pulled up outside the address J.J. had given me and found four boys
waiting.  They all ran to the car as excited as if I were the ice cream man
playing that annoying song over and over.

"Hi Justin.  This is Karl & Pierce.  They're my other friends," J.J. said
as I stepped out of the car.  "Can I show them inside the car, please?"

"Sure, go for it.  I'm sure when they come over, you'll spend a lot of time
with the cars," I grinned as they began swarming the thing as if looking
for lost treasure.

A lady came out of the house, probably to see what was causing all the
noise from the four boys.  She walked over to introduce herself.  "Good
afternoon.  I'm assuming you're J.J.'s new father?

"Either that or a door to door car salesman," I replied.  "Justin Masters."

"I'm Elise, Quinn's mother.  Nice to meet you.  J.J. hasn't said a lot
about his new living arrangement except that he has a lot of `cool' things
at the house he's staying at."

"I don't think the permanence of the change has sunk in yet, but we're
taking it one step at a time."

"It's a shame he hasn't recovered his earlier memories.  We've heard bits
and pieces of it, but not the whole story."

"We're still hopeful that the memories will return now that he's been
re-united with his biological brother.  I have feeling it'll be a slow
process no matter how fast his brother, Blake, wants those to return."

"Well, he's a pleasure to have over here, so he's welcome anytime."

"Thank you.  Quinn is also welcome anytime.  We'd love to have you and your
husband over at some point so we can get to know each other a bit better.
Especially if the boys are spending a lot of time together."

"I agree that it would be good to know you and your wife a little better,"
she replied.

I gave a small laugh.  "I'm not sure how Colin will respond to being the
wife, but it'll be fun to find out.  I actually have a husband instead of a
wife."

I braced for the response.  It can go one of three ways.  One, they freak
out, throw up signs and start shrieking at us through megaphones.  Haven't
seen that in Canada much.  It's more a developing country thing.  Two, they
simply accept you, and life goes on as it should, or three, they're nice to
your face and plot to overthrow you behind your back.  Category three fits
the Campbells, so it's possible this is going to be that.  Bird of a
feather type shit.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to insult you or anything," she said quickly.

"No insult at all.  I just figured you should be aware before you came
over.  It took the Campbells a bit by surprise when we first met them."

She laughed hard.  "I would have loved to be in the room for that.  I don't
usually talk about people behind their backs, but Charles and Vanessa can
be a bit uptight at times."

"At times?  I haven't seen them anything but uptight.  They brought a
lawyer and a priest to our outing at the zoo.  I thought we were setting up
for a live action joke, but it wasn't that."

"Well, I personally think Jimmy will be better off with a more tolerant and
understanding home.  We certainly see the difference in his behaviour
between when he's at his uncle's and his foster parents.  It's like he's a
different boy.  He's quiet, shy, and almost skittish, when he knows Chares
and Vanessa are around, and a bit hyper and wild when he's at his uncle's."

"We're hoping for middle ground," I smiled.  "I think Blake will be good
for him."

"Do you just have the two boys?"  She inquired.

"Yes.  My brother lives next door to us and has three boys aged five to
nine.  Blake is J.J.'s brother, and he's 14."

"How has Layne adapted to the change?  I know the two boys were close."

"It's been a bit of a rough start.  Blake agreed to let Layne continue to
be J.J.'s brother as well.  The only difficulty is letting them see each
other.  There's a no contact order for Charles and Vanessa, so they're not
exactly open to the idea of Layne visiting."

"I don't envy you navigating that mess.  It's Jimmy that gets hurt in the
end," she said as we watched the boys fight over who got to be behind the
wheel next.  "Sorry, J.J.  We're still getting used to his name change."

"So is Blake.  His real name is John, but he wants to be called J.J. so
we're going with it for now.  In one sense it we can think of it like a
John/Jimmy hybrid mix."

"I thought he was calling himself Jayce Jaxson," she said looking confused.
Try being on our side of all this.

"He is.  We haven't decided on a surname yet, but we're hoping to match it
to Blake, to make them feel more connected.  We'll continue to take it one
step at a time."

"Sounds like you're handling things well so far.  If we can help in any
way, let us know."

"Thank you. We're trying."

As we stood talking, Anderson rode up on his bike and tossed it onto the
lawn to head into the house.

"Anderson!"  Elise yelled.  "Bike!"

"God," he complained as he returned to pick it up and lean it against the
side of the garage.

"Come say hi to J.J.'s Dad," she told him.  "This is Justin.  My son
Anderson."

Anderson walked over to us.  "Hi."

"Nice to meet you," I said politely looking at the boy who appeared to be
about 16 with light brown hair and with a typical teenage build.  I could
see putting him on the guest list for my house of nudes VIP section.

"Cool car."

"Thanks."

"Marussia?  Never heard of it.  My faves are the Lambo's, especially the
new Sian.  It's a Hybrid.  Goes for a cool two mil."

"Sounds like you know cars?"

"I know what I like.  This one looks good, but isn't it Russian?  They're
not known for cars, are they?  What's this one worth?"

"They're not Lamborghini's that's for sure.  I think we picked this one up
for under 150.  That's why I drive this more than the Aventador."

"Yeah.  Those are good entry level Lambo's."

"True.  It still makes me nervous driving it.  Not as nervous at the Veneno
Roadster though.  One scratch on that and I'd probably break out in hives."

"No way.  You have a fucking Veneno?"

"Anderson.  Language.  Especially around the boys," Elise said quickly,
bringing parenting front and center.  Just like how I do it with my
boys...in my mind mostly.

"Sorry.  Not like they don't know about swearing," he said quietly before
resuming the conversation with me.  "You seriously have a Veneno?  What
colour is it?"

"Red."

"Fire.  That's sick dude."

"Well, feel free to drop over to see the collection any time you want.  I'm
sure Quinn will be spending time with J.J. at the house.  No reason you
can't tag along once in a while."

"How many cars you got?"  He asked suddenly finding me a lot more
interesting than just some `Dad' picking up his kid.

"I have no idea for sure.  I'm going to say over 30, almost 40.  Depends on
whether we count the everyday cars like the Beemer's, Mercedes, and
Maserati's.  A lot are just an investment so I don't pay much attention."

"I'd love to come over and check them out.  If that's okay, Mom," he said
suddenly remembering he was a teenager that required permission to do
things.

"I'm sure it is, but not today.  Right now you have chores to finish, as
well as your homework.  I'm sure Justin has his hands full with his own
boys."

"We get used to a lot of people around," I assured her.  "He's welcome
anytime.  Both boys are," I said not wanting to single out Anderson for my
drool festival.  "I think we should be heading home.  J.J., you ready to
go?"  I yelled over to them, more as a signal for everyone to get out of
the car.  Last thing you need is to get home and find you've got an extra
kid in the trunk.  You either have to waste gas taking them home, or drive
the car into the lake to hide it from the Amber alert.

All four boys came running back over to us.  "When can the guys come over
to your house?"  J.J. asked.

"It's your house too, so anytime they want as long as their parents are
okay with it," I said.

"Cool.  Check and find out.  Maybe you guys can come over tomorrow,"
J.J. suggested.

We said our goodbyes and headed home.

"Thanks for letting me hang out at Quinn's," J.J. said on the drive.

"You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me for something like that.
You're always welcome to visit your friends, unless we've made other plans
ahead of time."

"I think they liked the car," he said making small talk.

"It looked like it.  Even Quinn's big brother seemed to like it," I added.

"Anderson?  Yeah.  He's kinda into cars.  He has lots of cool car posters
in his room."

"How old is he?"

"I dunno.  Old.  I think he just turned 16 since he got his driver's
license.  He's gotta put an L on the car when he drives though to warn
other people that he's a shitty driver," he said giggling slightly at his
own joke.

"What do your friends think of you changing your name?"

He shrugged.  "Some think it's cool.  Others still call me Jimmy though."

"They'll get used to it, especially if you just keep reminding them."

"Yeah.  So...ummm...is my last name still Campbell or is it Jones like they
said my real name was?  Blake's is Worthington-Masters, so if he's my
brother, is that my name too?"

"We haven't talked about that yet.  You're still using the Campbell name,
but we should change it to avoid confusion.  What would you like it to be?"
Best way to get buy in to an idea is to let them think it was their idea on
the first place.  I'd already eliminated Campbell from the equation, so I
was down to just two.  Either one would work for me.

"I'd like Aquaman.  Jayce Jaxson Aquaman," he said definitively.

"That's actually a seriously cool name.  Might not be practical when you're
older, and people would probably expect you to be able to hold your breath
underwater and talk to the fish."

"I can hold my breath a pretty long time," he reasoned.

"Like Aquaman long?  I mean he can stay under for hours, maybe days at a
time."

"I did over a minute before," he said, coming in just a bit under `a few
days'.

"Well no need to decide right now.  Maybe talk to Blake to get some ideas."

"Should I ask Layne too?"

"I say talk to Blake first and maybe invite Layne to join the discussion
afterward."

"Cool.  Maybe I could pick something super cool."

If he goes with Pikachu or Loki, we may have to decide for him.  Right now,
Aquaman is growing on me.  We got home in time for dinner and everyone
discussed their day.  Blake and J.J. did the dishes together, which was
nice to see as they bonded.

After dinner, Blake came downstairs to find us.  "Wow!  Look at you all
dressed up nice."  Colin said as he saw him approach.  I turned to look and
he had some seriously nice designer clothes on, with his watch and silver
bracelet, as well as a neck chain.  He'd even combed his hair and used
product in it.

"I have a date, so I won't be home till maybe late.  Like midnight if
that's cool."

"A date huh?  Where are you and Sienna headed tonight?"  I inquired.

"Oh, I'm not going out with Sienna.  A really cute boy at school asked me
out."

"Someone new?"

"Joel.  He's in one of my classes.  I've only talked to him a couple times
before, but he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him, so I
accepted.  If he turns out to be as sexy without clothes as he is in them,
I might text that I'm sleeping over."

"Don't get your hopes up Blake.  Not every first date ends in a sleepover."

"That's true.  I'll probably come home once I've fucked him.  If that goes
well, I could invite him over here for a sleepover."

"Are you sure he wants you to fuck him?"  Colin asked.

Blake shrugged.  "It'd be stupid to ask someone out if your end game isn't
to have sex.  He probably decided to take his shot."

"Since we don't know him, we can't really comment, but make sure to read
the room right.  Maybe he's just asking you to go to the movie as a
friend."

"I'm good with that.  I have lots of friends with benefits.  I'm betting
Joel is wicked hot in bed."

"Have fun.  What movie are you seeing?"

"No idea.  He asked me out, so he's picking.  That's how dating works,
guys.  He said his mother could drive us, but I said I'd pick him up
instead.  I totally wouldn't be comfortable making out with him in front of
his Mom."

"Oh sure, his Mom gets that courtesy, but you'll fuck him in front of us no
problem," I teased.

"You're gay," he said shaking his head as he turned to leave.

"I'm guessing that means we're okay with seeing him fuck anything that
moves?"  Colin commented.

"I'm fine with it, actually," I grinned.

It was only 10pm when Blake rolled in the door.  "I'm back!"  He announced.
I'm guessing his date was a premature ejaculator.  Only explanation for
being back so soon.

"You're home early," I said more as a question.

"Yeah," he said as he came and snuggled up against me on the couch.  I put
my arm around him and he sank against me.

"Did the date go well, or did something happen to bring you home this
early?"

"Date was fine.  Joel is an awesome guy."

"Ummm...did you go to the movie, or skip it and go straight into his
pants?"  I asked trying to get the details, that apparently I was going to
have to beat out of him.

"No, we saw the movie.  We bought drinks, and shared a popcorn and Milk
Duds.  He even held my hand whenever we walked.  It was really nice.  Then
after the movie, we stayed in the arcade playing video games."

"Sound nice so far."

"Yeah, he really likes romance and said he asked me out because he thought
I was super cute.  He even admitted that he was scared I'd say no."

"So, he's gay?"

"He's not sure.  He's exploring his sexuality right now, so he said he's
open to seeing which he enjoys most."

"Does he know you're dating a girl at the moment?"

"Yeah, I told him about Sienna, but I also mentioned that we have an open
relationship and were cool going out with other people.  That's when he
said he wouldn't like to be in a relationship like that."

"Oh, I think I understand why you're home early.  He wouldn't let you fuck
him?"

"No.  When I took him to his place, I was kinda hoping he'd invite me in,
which normally leads to something, even if it's not a full fuck.  All he
did was kiss me at the front door, like we were in some PG teen movie.  It
was super cute though.  He blushed so much we almost didn't need the entry
light.  I found out I was the first person he's ever gone out with."

"That's pretty huge, Blake.  I hope you didn't pressure him for sex.
Sounds like he's just starting out on his journey."

"I didn't pressure.  I told him I was DTF when he was, and that if he was
worried about my open relationship, he was welcome to join me and Sienna
for sex if he wanted.  He said he wasn't interested in group stuff at all."

"Sounds like you may have to suggest he find someone else to date, but
offer to be his friend.  Sounds like he's more a traditionalist when it
comes to sex.  He wants to date and get to know the person first before he
goes to bed with anyone."

"Why?  That's kind of a waste of time.  You guys taught me that.  Bang them
first, date them afterward if all goes well."

"You dated tonight," I reminded him.

"That was more like just two guys hanging out together."

"Do all guys you know hold hands and kiss when they hang out?"

"All guys I know, or just all guys in general?"  He clarified.

"Good point.  So where did you leave it with him?"

"At the door, after we kissed," he replied.

"I mean are you planning to go out again?"

"I pretty much have to.  I have it planned though.  This time I'll ask him
out, and suggest we hang out here.  I'll get him out of his clothes to go
swimming, after which should make it easy to take him to my room for his
first sex.  Once he's done it, he'll be ready for more, like all guys."

"Blake, we probably should have the talk," I said quietly.

He turned his head and looked up at me.  "You're kidding, right?  Dad, you
do remember I've had more sex than probably my whole school combined."

"Not that talk.  You could probably teach that talk as a professor at a
University.  I'm referring to the talk about romance relationships."

"What'n the fuck is that?"  He asked playfully.

"That my little testosterone driven hormone, is a relationship that isn't
focused on sex alone."

"Why?  Just why?"  He said shaking his head.

"Sometimes it's fun to build a relationship slowly until you reach a level
where you feel enough attraction to each other where you'd feel comfortable
moving into sex.  There's nothing wrong with taking your time, especially
with someone who is just starting out with relationships."

Blake frowned as he looked at me.  "Are you being a parent right now and
explaining the `normal' way to do things, because for all I know about you,
that's exactly the opposite of what you believe."

"Just go with it as good parental advice."

"Isn't your motto fuck `em first before learning their name?"

"This isn't about me.  It's about teaching you how to start a new
relationship with someone who is a little more reserved.  If Joel were gay
and knew he wanted you, I'd say bang him on the front steps before the date
to see how it goes.  Save yourself a hundred bucks on the date if it's
bad."

"Now THAT sounds more like you," he chuckled.  "Don't worry Dad, I get it.
I was a perfect gentleman tonight.  You know the worst thing, though?  I
had a boner the entire date thinking I was getting into his pants, then
when it didn't happen, my whole crotch aches, like really bad."

"It's called blue balls.  Talk to some of your straight friends.  They're
more familiar with the sensation than gay guys."

"Well, I don't like it.  I'm gonna end up whackin' off a dozen times
tonight thinking about Joel.  He could have avoided my discomfort by
putting out.  Even if it was just giving each other head."

"Spoken like a guy!"  I grinned as I hugged him tighter.  He just melted
into me and we stayed like that for a while until he decided to go up to
bed.  I'm actually glad he had a nice date that didn't end in sex.  Once in
a while those life lessons will really help.

"Whoa, is this a new car?"  Nate asked a couple days later as we got to the
parking lot and found several guys taking pictures of my vehicle.

"Yeah.  Colin just had it delivered.  Half the time I'm surprised by the
vehicles that show up.  It's the Lamborghini Urus SUV.  I thought I'd try
it out."

"I like the yellow.  It's actually a cool colour," Nate said as he looked
it over.  "How expensive was this one?"

"Surprisingly not as expensive as our other Lambos.  I think he picked it
up for $320k."

"Yeah, cheap.  At that price you shoulda grabbed several," he said sounding
suspiciously sarcastic.

"Colin figured we needed a few more vehicles with extra seating for when we
go places as a family."  As soon as I opened the doors, lots of the guys
checking the car out asked if they could have a look, so it took a while to
get out of the parking lot to head home.

"Mind if we stop by Timmie's and grab a coffee on the way?  I also have to
stop and pick up some food.  I'm almost out of stuff at home."

I agreed and we swung through the drive-in to grab a couple double doubles.
Would that technically be double, double doubles? That seems like a lot of
doubles.  Then I stopped at the grocery store and parked outside.

"I'll just be a couple minutes," he said jumping out.

"No worries.  I'm just gonna sit outside and drink my coffee," I said going
and sitting by the wall.  I took the lids off, as the new `environmentally
friendly' lids sucked, and came off half the time and covered me in coffee.
How is it environmental when I have to do laundry after each coffee?  Plus,
the lid is still plastic.  I have a question about that.  They eliminate
plastic straws but still have the plastic lid.  What?  Or how about those
idiots that serve the drink in a plastic cup with a plastic lid and then
give you a paper straw wrapped with plastic protection.  Isn't using trees
more environmentally damaging since they give us oxygen?  The governments
excuse is that straws end up in the oceans.  Just the straws?  So what,
someone drinks their drink, recycles everything but the straw, then drives
to the ocean to fling it in?  Oh wait...I see now.  The environmental
damage is the burning of gas to go to the ocean to fling the straw in, not
the actual straw.  Okay, that makes sense then.  Eliminate the straw,
people would drive less.  I knew government thinking must have a point.
Whew!  What's next?  Eliminating plastic bags, so we can use paper.  We're
gonna need a shit load more forests.  What do I put my garbage in now if I
can't recycle my grocery bags?  I know, I'll BUY rolls of plastic bags.
That should solve the whole issue right there.  I can put my paper bags
INTO my newly purchased plastic bags to throw them out.  I'm glad I'm not
running the world as I'd never be able to think up these great ideas on my
own.  Thank God for smart government.  Now where was I?  Right, sitting
against the wall drinking my coffee waiting for Nate.

I smiled at a couple people as they walked by and one idiot threw a toonie
in my coffee cup while it was on the ground in front of me.  I was about to
say something when another genius chucked a loonie in after it.  Do I look
like a fucking wishing well?  Depends on their wish, I guess.  I couldn't
drink my coffee now so I just waited for Nate.  I managed to collect
another 75 cents.

"Sorry it took so long.  They only had one checkout open," Nate said when
he finally came out.

"No worries.  If you'd been any longer, I might have made enough to pay for
gas."

"Huh?"

I poured out my coffee and showed him the coins in my coffee.  A two dollar
twonie, a one dollar loonie and three quarters.

"Why do you have money in there?"

"People chucked it in as they walked by."

He laughed.  "They must have thought you were homeless sitting on the
ground like that."

"I really have to stop doing that, or maybe I should dress better," I
grinned.  "They ruined my coffee but I guess, ironically, the money they
gave me pays for another one."

We stuffed his groceries into the back of the car, and as it was closing,
Nate looked at me with a smirk.  "We should hurry and get out of here
before people throw more money at you for having such an inexpensive
Lambo."

"True.  If they ruin this car like they did my coffee, Colin might be
pissed.  I doubt we'd get 300k in change to buy a new one."

On the way back to his apartment, I asked him how Casey was doing.  I
hadn't heard from him in a few weeks so I figured he either hadn't been
online, or he found someone else to mod for him.

"He's fine, I guess.  He asked about you the other day.  I think he's
looking for new ideas for his show as it sounds like he isn't making as
much money at it as he'd like."

"I've modded for him a few times, and he gets a lot of attention, just not
a lot of tips because he doesn't do as much as the guys would probably like
to see."

"Were you at his place?"  He asked.

"No, remotely.  I was at home.  He's not bad at keeping the guys
interested.  Helps that he isn't embarrassed about talking sex with gay
guys."

"If guys were too shy to talk about sex with you, you'd never get to talk
to anyone," Nate chuckled.

"Was that an insult or compliment?  I never know with you breeders," I
smiled.  "I already suggested he do one of his shows from my place.  You
should come along."

He shrugged.  "Just keep me out of the camera this time."

"What fun would that be?  I figure the two of you let everyone know you're
straight and make out together."

"You do know that's not how straight boys work, right?"

"And you call yourself a shrink.  Straight boys can be talked into anything
if it gets them laid."

"Not with another guy, they can't."

"Really?  How about if the three of us fuck daily for a month and I buy you
a car at the end?"

"Seriously?"

I laughed.  "No, but I just proved my point."

"I didn't say I'd do it," he pointed out.

"You didn't say you'd wouldn't either.  Don't worry, it's Casey's show so
he has to be the one to be okay with anything, but Max Bonehard is willing
to go all the way."

"Max Bonehard?  Who's that?"

"That's my online name," I said smiling.  "I was thinking you could be
Titch Willy."

"What's that mean?"

"You want the name or not?"  I teased.

"Somehow I don't think I do.  How about Colossus Magnimus?"

"False advertising is a federal offense dude.  Boringus Limpicus?"

"What's Casey's name again?"

"Thomas."

"That's it?  Just Thomas?  So why do we have to have weird names.  Why
can't I just be Pedro?"

"Pedro?  Really?  All the names in the world, and you chose Pedro.  You
don't look Latin.  "You look more like a Mike."

"Too plain.  I'll be J.D."

"J.D.?"

"Yeah.  Giant dick!"

"Wouldn't that be G.D.?"

"Oh yeah," he said with a little partial chuckle.  "Ooops...brain fart."

"Okay.  It's settled.  That's your name."

"J.D.?"

"No...Brain Fart!"  I laughed and he just pushed me.  I texted Casey to let
him know I was downstairs at Brain Fart's...uhhh Nate's...apartment, and he
showed up a few minutes later to join us.

"Hey Casey.  How're the shows going?"  I asked.

"Not bad.  I've got a few followers now but it's getting pretty routine.  I
think some of them are getting bored watching me."

"How could they get bored seeing you naked.  Neophytes!"

"What's a neophyte?"  He asked.

"Someone who thinks seeing you naked is boring," I laughed.  "But I hear
what you're saying.  After a while seeing the same thing over and over
again does get a bit routine, so they look for new guys, or ones that are
doing something unique, or ideally, having sex."

"Maybe you can help me with some suggestions?  I did get lots of those
things from my Amazon wish list which was cool.  I took your suggestion and
showed them on camera and modelled some of the clothes and stuff.  I got a
butt plug, but I haven't been able to figure out how to use it yet, and I
don't want to do that on camera until I know what I'm doing."

"No worries there.  I can show you how that works," I offered.  We all know
I'm helpful like that.

"Thanks.  I wouldn't mind some new ideas on how to keep everyone interested
and make more money."

"No problem.  Nate take your clothes off and let Casey practice sucking
your dick," I said snapping my fingers at him and pointing to his pants.

"Pass!" They both said simultaneously.  Is this in the straight boy
handbook or something?

"Well.  I tried," I shrugged before turning to face Casey.  "The offer of
doing a show in the pool or backyard stands.  Why don't you come over to
the house and check it out?  See if there's anything that would make for an
interesting show.  Get some of your friends approved and involve them in
your show by playing games."

"Not sure I have friends that would be cool with that, but I'd love some
new ideas."

"If you're free right now, we could go up to your apartment and see if
there's anything we could come up with for your next show by just staying
home.  You wanna come up with us, Nate?"

"No. You go ahead, and I'll get started with the homework," he said giving
me a little smile.  I had no idea why he was looking at me like that.  He's
a shrink, not a mind reader.

Casey and I went up to his place and I looked around.  It was basically the
same as last time, just a few new things lying around from his wish list
collection.  My eyes went right to the butt plug and I let out a laugh.

"What?  What's funny?"  Casey asked looking at me.

"This butt plug.  Dude, you might have wanted to start small and work up to
this one.  Damn," I said holding it up.  It would feel like he was being
fisted by the Hulk if he pushed that into himself.  No wonder he couldn't
figure it out.

"Is it too big?"

"Let's just say that it would be like having three cocks up your ass at
once.  They use smaller traffic cones on the highway than this thing."

"Oh," he replied sheepishly.  "I didn't know how big it was when I ordered
it."

"Well, if you tease the guys with this, I'm sure you'll get tons of tips
just to actually see you do it.  Have you tried to put it in your ass yet?"

"A little, but it didn't go anywhere.  I don't think my ass opens like
that."

I smiled at him.  "It does, it just needs to learn how.  Did you use lube
to try and push it in?"

"No.  Am I supposed to?"

"It'll never go anywhere if you don't.  Friction is not your friend when it
comes to fucking.  You'll find that out later once you start using your
ass.  Have you been sticking to your regular routine of stripping and
showing off your body?"

"Yeah.  I've tried them all.  Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't.  I
guess it depends what mood people are in.  Lots of people wanna see my
butthole.  I always think that sounds gross."

"Depends on how cute your butthole is," I said grinning at him.

"The one that always gets me is how many guys wanna see my feet.  I'd have
thought they'd just like to see my penis or chest."

"True, but some guys have a foot thing going on. I personally like seeing a
nice chest and wicked facial features, like a square jaw and piercing eyes.
It's good that you talk to them rather than just sit naked looking at the
screen, or your phone, ignoring everyone.  Those that do the best respond
to what people are asking and saying.  Nothing separates a guy from his
money faster than thinking he has a personal connection with you.  Maybe
offer the highest tipper a 15 minute private show, or Skype with him.  Be
as sexy as you can handle for that reward and you'll find word gets around
about your private shows."

"That's a great idea.  Any other suggestions?"

"Well, like I said originally, bringing another person onto your show will
guarantee interest peaks.  Set up your prizes and goals to having the two
of you doing things with each other."

"Like what sorts of things?"  He asked.

"Start with prizes that have you undress each other.  Move to touching
dicks, kissing & licking nipples, spank the other's ass.  Do small things
as prizes, and each goal could be something bigger, like get each other
hard, or lick the balls or shaft.  Give each other blowjobs.  Something
like that."

He shook his head.  "What if I freaked out or threw up from it?  I'd lose
all my followers."

"Actually, I think you'd have the number one show the moment you start
doing it.  Nothing the guys like better than to see a straight boy virgin
getting into it with another guy, ideally another straight boy, but anyone
would do."

"I'm still not sure how I'd feel about it."

"Let me ask you this.  How much do you try to make on each show?"

"I'd like to make 4000 tokens, which is 200 bucks, but usually it takes a
few hours just to make 2000."

"All you have to ask yourself is what would you be willing to do to earn
200 bucks.  What makes seeing you naked so much more worthy of the tips
than the hundred other guys doing the same thing?  If guys think you're
different, they're in for the long haul.  If you're just like everyone
else, they click in and out fast.  Doing a show outdoors is different, and
will get followers.  A straight boy with another naked boy will get
interest."

"I did do one show where I cut some of my pubes on camera.  I just did it
with scissors, not like a razor or anything.  So that was different,
right?"

"Right.  How did that go?"

"As soon as I started, guys tipped me to keep going.  Like some wanted me
to shave my ass on camera.  Others offered to come over and help.  Some
said to put a body trimmer on my wish list and then use it to trim all my
hair, or do total hair removal in the shower."

"Did you make good tips?"

"I did better than normal, yes," he admitted.

"That's because you were different and interesting."

"Do you think I should do the shaving thing?"

"Yes.  Absolutely.  Do each area as a goal.  Shave pits first.  Then balls,
legs, ass and finally crotch.  You'll make a killing.  End it with
something like a full body hair removal cream while you jerk off in the
shower waiting for it to work."

"I have no idea how to shave things like my balls or my ass."

"I can help you with that.  You can either watch how I do it, or let me do
you.  Either way, you'll get to see it done."

"You figure I'll make good money with that show?"

"I think you'd make more money than you do now, that's for sure.  I mean
how many guys do you see do that on their show?  It'd be unique.  The same
as hooking up with another guy.  Act like you're teenagers experimenting
for the first time, hoping you don't get caught.  If you look like you're
just doing it for the money, guys will vanish faster than the trees in the
Amazon.  Like I've said from the beginning, the bigger money is always when
the show turns sexual, but you get loyal fans by talking to them and
interacting which is half the battle."

"What if I did the show with a girl instead of a guy?"

"You'd have to flip over to the other channel instead of just being on the
male one, but I think you'd still do okay.  You might alienate some fans
you have who have fantasies of being with you, but you may gain others who
get off seeing you do a girl."

"If it was another guy would I switch rooms?"

"No.  All male shows could stay in the male room."

Casey laughed and then began to laugh even harder, to the point where he
was almost uncontrollable and had to sit down.

"What the hell is so funny?" I smiled as I sat down near him.  Once he
recomposed himself, he looked at me with tears almost streaming down his
face.

"When you said I had to stay in the male room for my shows, I heard my Dad
in my head saying that a lot of people start in the mail room and work
their way up.  I wonder if this is what he actually meant.  I was just
imagining what it would be like if I went home and said `Hey! I got a job
in the mail room making 50 bucks an hour.  They'd be so proud of me, until
I showed them where I worked."

I laughed along with him.  "Well you do deliver the package."

"I don't think I'd be doing anything like that for quite a while.  I still
can't believe that I did a show in front of you and Nate.  I think about
that a lot."

"Was it a good thing or a bad thing for you?"

"I dunno how to explain it.  I was nervous as fuck, and I was trying to
ignore you guys, but then it was sort of cool that I could see your
reactions watching me.  It was kinda interesting to be able to see that for
once.  Made it kinda feel more real."

"That's why you need to gain more experiences," I reasoned.  "If you aren't
certain you could interact with someone on camera, do it off camera as a
trial first.  Then you'll know what you can and can't do, which should
alleviate that fear."

"That makes sense actually.  I'm assuming you mean to try things with
another guy though, right?"

"Right.  I'm sure you can do solo things no problem.  Except maybe that
butt plug," I smirked at him.

He smiled back at me.  "I'm guessing that you'd volunteer to help if I
wanted to try something?"

"It doesn't have to be me.  Just ask a friend that you trust, and get him
to join in with you."

"I don't have any friends that would be into this at all.  Maybe Nate, but
I don't think he'd do sex stuff.  I'm guessing he'd be okay naked, since he
does that all the time anyway.  Maybe him and me could just do a jerk off
show if he'd go that far," he suggested.

"Great idea.  You and Nate jerk each other off, and when you cum, you lick
each other clean," I said pushing the agenda.

"Gross!  Sick!  No, I meant we jerk ourselves off.  Not each other," he
clarified.

"I'm sure that'd still be a good show, and it might be something you could
do on a regular basis until viewers got bored again.  But set tips to push
things along.  Maybe a final goal could be you jerking each other off.
Finish with something that'll leave them wanting more next time."

"I have no idea how far I'd be able to go with someone on camera, so I
wouldn't be able to set tips for it in case I couldn't do it, but someone
already paid to see it.  Does that make sense?"

"Totally.  Start slow and work up to more difficult things.  Or break down
the tip into real money, which may help you decide easier.  Imagine you and
I are back at the first show we saw you do.  We're both naked and I suggest
you feel my cock to compare it to yours.  How much would I have to tip?"

"I dunno, a hundred?"

"Dollars or tokens?"

Oh, right.  Uhh tokens."

"So you're grabbing my dick for five bucks?"

"Seems like more when it's in tokens," he said as you could see him
processing it.

"It is when it's the person tipping.  That would cost them 10 bucks so that
you get 5.  Now in real money, would you really take hold of some guy's
dick for five bucks?"

"No.  Probably not.  I might do it for 10.  If it was just a quick feel or
something.  God, this a conversation I never thought I'd have in person
with some guy."

"Don't you get questions like this during your shows?"

"Sure, and even more graphic type too, but it's not like they're real
people, since I can't see them at all."

"How about you spend time figuring out what things you might be able to do,
and how much you'd want tipping to do them.  Use real dollars so you know
how much you'll actually benefit.  I mean I could offer you 2,000 tokens to
have full sex with you, which seems like a shit ton of money, but is
actually only 100 bucks."

"100 bucks is still a good amount.  What do you mean by full sex?" He
asked.

"The same as you'd do if you were with some girl you were dating.
Everything from kissing to fucking.  We flip back and forth to do
everything with each other until we were exhausted, and our lips, asses and
cocks were too tired to continue."

"Oh.  Yeah, I don't think I could do all that with a guy.  Sorry.  No
offence."

"None taken.  That's why you start slow and work up to the bigger stuff.
It's not so scary if we talk about hand jobs or kissing.  Once you've done
that, it's only a small step to try being blown or giving someone head
yourself.  After that, it's rimming, then fingering and finally fucking.
Each step leads to curiosity about the next step."

"I dunno if I'd agree with that.  I still don't think I'd like to get
fucked."

"Take the thought of it being a guy out of the equation.  If you're with
some smokin' hot girl and she said she wanted to try anal.  Would you fuck
her in the ass?"

"Hell yeah.  In a heartbeat," he grinned.

"What if she showed you a strap-on and said she wanted to fuck you?
Keeping in mind that the guy's prostate is his `g' spot."

"I dunno.  I think I'd be hesitant," he answered honestly.

"And if she turned on the charm and said she'd let you make love to her all
night long if you'd let her.  She rims and fingers your ass to keep you
horny, but begs to fuck you, promising it'll make you so horny that you'll
be able to fuck her for several hours afterward."

"I'd probably give in.  Shit, just hearing you talk about it is giving me
wood," he said giving in.

"Hearing about how the big pink strap-on would enter your cute little ass
and stretch it open.  She leans forward, letting her ample perky breasts
rub against your back, while she reaches around to take your hard throbbing
pole into her hand.  All the while teasing your prostate with her simulated
love tool deep inside you."

"Stop!" he laughed a little uncomfortably.  "I meant the sex all night
thing.  That would be so hot."

"Well, sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little, or a lot.  Same
with your shows.  Do something they think is beyond your capability, or
beyond the normal shows, and you'll get tipped to see you do even more.  I
watched two guys fuck in their apartment window on one show.  I mean they
were only like a couple floors up, so I'm guessing that anyone on the
street who actually looked up would be able to see them.  It was hot
watching them go at each other while people and cars went by on the street
below.  I think I even tipped to have them keep going.  When he shot off
all over the window, I think I might have cum too.  Now that's the kinda
show that gets guys tipping.  They want you to keep pushing the limits."

"Holy shit.  I'm not sure I'd ever be that bold with a show.  Even if it
was with a girl, I dunno if I could do that."

"Sure you could.  Take a girl to the beach, set up a camera and fuck her
brains out right there on the sand with people going by in the distance.
You'd cum so hard and fast, the show would be over before it got started."

"Probably.  I'd cum as soon as we got naked," he laughed.  "Or maybe not
get hard at all from being so scared we'd get caught."

"So, do it with a guy.  Lie out tanning together.  Strip down slowly as the
tips come in, then put suntan lotion on each other.  Make it sexy by
removing underwear and rubbing it on your asses."

"I'm guessing stuff like that would be pretty easy for you, huh?  There are
still some days where I can't even do a regular show because I'm not in the
mood to have anyone see me naked."

"It's a matter of getting used to it.  Look at Nate for example.  He's as
straight as you, and walks around naked all the time.  Doesn't care at all.
But I'm sure the first few times he was nervous or excited to do it.  Now
it's just a normal thing and he barely even notices."

"I'll say.  He answers the door like that...a lot.  At first it freaked me
out, but I guess what you're saying is true.  Now I barely even notice.  Do
you notice?  Being gay and all?"

"I admit, I did at first.  I couldn't stop checking him out, but once we'd
gotten used to each other, it's not a big deal anymore."

"Yeah, you guys looked pretty comfortable around each other when you were
at my show last time.  I thought my heart was gonna explode at one point
with you guys standing there with erections watching me.  That time when
you got on your knees and pulled his underwear down, I thought you were
actually gonna blow him.  I'm not sure how I would have dealt with that on
camera."

"I was actually planning on doing it, but then I figured it might not be
cool since we just met and I have no idea how you'd respond.  But back to
you.  Hell, who knows, maybe doing an in-person show might be more
lucrative than cam shows," I teased.

"Only if I knew a bunch of guys with money willing to pay me.  Most of the
people I know are as broke as me.  Any way cam shows are better.  No one
knows who I am in real life, and if I don't want to do it anymore, I stop
broadcasting and it all goes away.  If it's in person, people know who I am
and where I live.  That would freak the shit out of me."

"Fair enough.  I should probably get back to Nate before he wonders if I
left.  I'll leave you with something to think about.  To see what you could
handle if you did a show with another guy, let me blindfold you and see how
far you could go thinking that I'm a girl doing you."

"I'd still know you were a guy," he reasoned.

"Maybe, but we could put some porn on that you could hear that would set
you mind to believing there was a girl hear.  I'll even offer to tip you 50
bucks for each thing you do successfully."

"Like what?"

"Like if I kissed you and you enjoyed it and kissed back thinking I was
some hot girl.  Or I blow you and you enjoy it.  Maybe I rim your ass, or
ride your cock until you cum.  Something like that.  Each one of those
could be a girl doing you."

"I guess.  That's like four things.  So you'd give me two hundred bucks?"

"Just a thought.  Of course if you did all that and were fine with it, we
could double the stakes and reverse the roles."

"Huh?"  You take over the girl role and do those things to me for $100
each."

He thought about it for a second before responding.  "Oh.  So you mean I'd
have to suck your dick and let you fuck me, right?"

"Only a suggestion.  I mean you might be able to give a blowjob and not
want to go any farther.  At least you'd have still made a hundred bucks.
Anyway, no pressure or anything.  Feel free to think about it, or ignore
it.  Meanwhile, baby steps buddy.  Baby steps.  One thing at a time.  As
for future solo shows, come over to my place and see if we can't find some
fun settings that'll interest your viewers.  Call me."

"Sure.  I'd like that.  Maybe we could come up with some ideas tomorrow
after classes."

"Sound like a plan.  Text me tomorrow," I said quickly as I headed for the
door.  I smiled to myself as I returned to Nate's place to find him naked
as usual doing his homework.

"That took a while.  Did he start a show or something?"  Nate asked looking
up.

"No, we were just talking about ways he could improve his shows, add more
viewers and make it more interesting.  How good is your moaning while
you're getting fucked?  You open to having sex with him on camera at all?"

"No.  Still straight, Justin.  So is Casey," Nate said in a monotone voice
seeming to indicate he wasn't open to the idea.

"Hmmm, that was kinda his response when I suggested you two could fuck
while I ran the camera."

"You didn't suggest that," he said looking at me for reassurance.

"No, but I did offer him tips to try different sexual things with me all
night long."

"And you're here, so I'm guessing he turned you down?"  Nate smirked.

"For now.  For now!  But he will be mine," I laughed evilly, rubbing my
hands together.

Nate shook his head.  "You need therapy."

"Trying to build a clientele already?"  I chuckled.  "Hey, it's economics
101.  Supply and demand.  I have a supply of cash, and I demand his cock."

"That's not how supply and demand works."

"Says you."

"Did you actually offer Casey money to have sex with you?"

"Yep.  It was part of a larger conversation to prove something to him."  I
quickly explained the outline of it, about starting small and eventually
working up to the end game.

"I'd sleep with you for that kind of money," Nate said smiling.

I reached over and grabbed his cock.  "You'd sleep with me for a beer and a
day-old donut."

"Not true, but I guess I kinda would, considering you paid my rent for an
entire year," he admitted.

"That wasn't so you'd have sex with me.  It was because we're friends and
it's an investment for our future in business together. If you're not
struggling to survive, you can spend more time studying to get better
grades and become a better psychologist.  Which in turn means we get more
high paying clients."

"That's cool, and you know I appreciate it.  It's more than anyone has ever
done for me.  I figure one way to pay you back is to be okay letting you
play with me when we're horny."

"If we played that much, we'd never study.  Speaking of which, should we
get to it?"

"I'm just reviewing chapter 17.  Should we start there?"

"Huh?  Oh, right.  Get to the homework."  One day I'll learn to be more
specific with how I speak.

As promised, the next day, I picked Casey up as soon as I was done with my
classes, and we headed back to the house.

"This is your place?"

"Yeah, it's a cute little fixer-upper," I joked as we parked and headed
into the house.

"Wow!  This is insane," he almost whistled as he stood at the entrance
looking around.  "Your foyer is bigger than the whole floor of my apartment
building.  Fuck me!"

"Happy to.  You wanna do it here in the lobby, or go up to my room?"

"Huh?"  He said looking confused as he continued to stare as we moved into
the house.

"You said `fuck me'.  I'm just asking where you'd like that."

"I didn't mean it like that.  It meant holy shit; this is insane."

"Oh.  Well that's disappointing.  Way to give me a boner and then slap it
with a shovel."

"Sorry.  I guess I just didn't expect that you'd live in a mansion."

"It's not that big.  I mean it's not like I live alone.  I have to share."

"Must suck to be you," he replied sarcastically as he stood awestruck.

"Come on, I'll show you around and we can make some plans," I suggested.
"Want a drink?"

"Uhhh, sure.  Beer?"

"Beer it is," I nodded as we headed to the kitchen.

"Damn!  Even your kitchen is huge.  Two fridges?  Nice."

"Sure.  One for beer, the other for leftover pizza.  Don't you have that?"
I joked.

"You've seen my place.  My fridge could fit inside your vegetable crisper."

"We have a vegetable crisper?  Who knew?  Don't you know it's not the size
that matters, it's how you use it?"

"I'm pretty sure that isn't referring to fridges.  But if anyone asks...I
totally know how to use a fridge, even if it is smaller than yours."

I didn't respond as I got us both a beer and began to show him around.  He
liked the view of the back yard from the deck, so paused a bit so he could
look around and check things out.

"Does the outdoor pool go into the house next door, too?"  Casey asked.

"Yeah.  That's my brother's place.  We've attached them so we have easier
access.  There's a tunnel running under the houses."

"That's cool.  You have a tennis court and basketball.  That's sweet."

"Yeah, when we connected the houses, we moved the pool between the houses.
The old one is still under the tennis court in case we ever redesign
again."

"So you have a hidden pool?  One day someone will move in here and think
they've found an archaeological dig," he grinned.

"Isn't that the truth.  We should bury some bones around the yard too, just
for the fun of it."

We headed down the stairs from the deck and I took him into the house on
the pool level.  I showed him the sauna, steam & foam rooms, and gym.
"This level would be good for your shows.  You could go back and forth
between the different areas."

"It would definitely be different shows than most guys have."

I took him down a level and his eyes almost jumped out of his head when he
saw the underground garage with all the cars in it.

"Holy shit.  How did you get cars down here?  Is this like a dealership or
something?"

"No, it's just Colin's collection.  There's an elevator at the back which
takes the cars up to the main floor."

"This might be the coolest thing I've ever seen.  I think I know where I
want to do a show."

I laughed.  "This might be the one place for a show where the background
gets more attention than the naked guy.  You could set tip prizes of seeing
inside the various cars, or you getting into them naked."

"Holy shit.  I'd make a fortune.  Okay, this is one show for sure.  Would
you let me film in here?"

"I would, but only if we hid the license plate numbers on all cars ahead of
time.  We wouldn't want people to be able to track the vehicles."

"Deal.  I could come over early and set it all up and have you check to
make sure you were cool with it.  Oh my god.  This is by far my favorite
room anywhere, plus the lighting in here is already bright enough for a
good production."

What is it with guys and cars?  It must be part of our DNA.  I think I
enjoy them because they attract hot guys, who I get to check out, while
they drool all over the car.  "All right, we'll make this one show.  You
can plan a script in your head to get the maximum benefit and tips.  You
know what you should do while you're here.  Try it out.  How about
stripping down to your underwear and getting in and out of the cars to see
how it would feel doing it on camera?"

"And I'd need to be in my underwear for that?" He said smirking as he
looked at me.

"Hey, I was trying to be considerate.  Ideally you should be naked to know
how it'll really feel, but I didn't know if you'd be okay with that right
away."

"I'm guessing you'd prefer it?" He said as he continued to check out the
cars.

Well, that seems redundant.  Question is would I fuck him as he bent over
to look inside a car, or wait until he got out to check under the hood
before I slipped inside his sweet enticing ass?

"We could check for the best camera angle," he said moving around the room.
"If I'm sitting in a car shirtless and we film through the window, it'll
look like I'm naked.  Then if we pan around to the door, I might be able to
have an erection in the shorts where they see how excited I am to be around
the cars."

"Nice.  It'll definitely need a cameraman for that.  I could make myself
available if you want."

"I'm sure," he laughed.  He actually surprised me, by undressing down to
his underwear.  I think I felt my whole body shiver as my hormones went
into overdrive, and started bashing the inside of my head with the `fuck
him' demand.  I had to try and remind them that he was straight, and it was
going to take patience to get his hole spread open.

"Shit, this metal floor is cold," he complained as he lifted one bare foot
and then the other.  "I may need to wear shoes for the show."

"You'll get used to it," I smiled as I checked him out.  Fuck he looks good
with shorts so tight they stretch across his ass cheeks and show his crack
in high def.  His first stop was the McLaren P1.  Nice choice.  A lot pick
the Lamborghini Aventador, but that was one of the cheaper cars in the
collection.  It only ran Colin around $430,000, whereas both the McLaren
and Lamborghini Veneno were in the 4 million bracket, and if you need a
bracket, that's the one to be in.  He opened the door and sat behind the
wheel.

"God, these are amazing.  Do you actually drive them or are they just for
show?"

"Most we drive, but the odd one is just for the collection.  That's a Colin
thing, not me.  Personally, I'd drive them all so we could show them off.
What's the point in owning them if no one knows they exist, but Colin knows
what he likes and collects them.  The way I know what we can drive is if it
has a license plate or not."

"I have a baseball hat collection that I was pretty proud of until I saw
this collection.  Might have to rethink my priorities," Casey laughed.

"This is the kind of show that would really be hot if you invited someone
to join you on camera and it turned sexy," I hinted.

"I can already see it," he grinned.  "I'm sitting here behind the wheel,
and some sexy hot naked chick strolls up and stands in the doorway.  I turn
and eat her pussy while grabbing her ass so the camera can see.  Then she
drops and blows me, before climbing in and sitting on my lap to bounce on
my cock, and we make out until I cum."

"Or..."  I grinned "And work with me here.  I walk up naked and stand in
the doorway.  You go down on me to get me hard before I kneel and blow you,
then climb on your lap to ride you.  Then once you cum in me, I shoot all
over you and we make out."

"I like my version better.  No offense," he said giving a small grin.

"I'm guessing you've had blowjobs before."

"I've had my share.  Sure.  Girls only though," he replied, quickly making
sure I remembered he was straight.

Sometimes his story just doesn't line up completely.  He told me that no
one had seen him naked in person until Nate and I at that first show we
went to.  But he claimed he had lots of sex with girls, but only in the
dark under the covers.  Now he'd been getting blowjobs.  Surely those
weren't in the dark under the covers.  I think he's still just a little shy
about revealing what he really gets up to.  He probably goes to wild sex
orgies every weekend where he's the submissive to a room full of
dominatrices.  Or that could just be my mind working overtime.

"And how were they?"

"Awesome.  Not as good as fucking, but better than jerking off by yourself.
That's for sure."

"Wait until a guy blows you.  You'll understand the way head is meant to be
enjoyed."

"After we talked the last time about how to make my show better, I asked
Nate about blowjobs, since I figured you and him had maybe done it.  He
didn't cop to whether you did or not it, but admitted that head from a guy
is actually way better than head from a girl.  He said at first you just
gotta close your eyes and imagine it's the chick, or you might freak out
seeing a guy going down on you."

"Nice.  And I didn't even need to bribe him to say that.  That last part
seems like good advice."  I didn't tell him that not only does Nate not
close his eyes anymore, if he ever did, but he actively holds my head and
face fucks me a lot of the time.

"I've been thinking about that offer you mentioned, and I'm pretty sure I'd
be okay letting you blow me at some point.  I just have to get my head
around the whole thing," he said in a surprise revelation.

"I'd be happy to get my head around the whole thing.  My tongue too," I
grinned.

He got out of the car and stood looking at me.  "That's those baby steps
you were talking about.  You said you've had sex with other straight boys
before, right?"

"A lot actually," I admitted, trying not to sound like I was bragging.  I
could show him the notches on my straight boy belt.  That's my collection
of something.

"What do they do when you get together?"  He asked, obviously trying to
compare himself.

"Every guy is different.  Some won't kiss because its too personal.  I
always find that one funny, and many times they'll say it while you're
fucking them, and lean down to their face.  They look like they're about to
panic that you might lock lips.  To me, fucking seemed like it would be the
most personal, but then who knows what goes through the head of a straight
boy."

"I'd say that was personal.  I'd rather kiss than be fucked.  I think,"
Casey replied.  "Do they all like to get fucked?"

"It's strange because before I did any straight boy, I assumed they would
be more into the things where they could imagine it was a girl doing them.
Kissing, getting a blowjob, and being on top to fuck, but surprisingly a
good majority are into the opposite.  Things they can't get from a girl,
but that make sex more exciting and kinkier for them.  I find a large
percentage prefer to give the blowjob, and work their prostate.  Not making
love type sex, but getting pounded hard and fast.  It takes some of them
time to build up to that, as a first fuck can take some work."

"I figure I'll start with simple things to see how it goes.  It's gonna
take some work though.  Just thinking of getting a blowjob on camera makes
my heart pound so fast I think I might pass out."

"That's from the excitement of it," I nodded, trying to be a smart ass.

"More like the sheer terror of the idea.  Some guy down between my legs
sucking me off.  That's some wild, out of my comfort zone, shit just by
itself.  Never mind adding the camera and viewers into the mix as well."

"Damn.  You have no idea how hard you're making me right now.  A few more
sentences like that and I'm gonna cum in my pants, and then I might not
even need you."

"Yeah right," he laughed, and then looked down at my crotch.  "Shit, you
are hard, aren't you," he said, quickly looking back up.

"What did you think?  I'm a gay guy standing here with a smokin' hot
straight boy in his underwear, who is talking about blowjobs.  I'm just
surprised that I've had the restraint not to yank your underwear down and
take you already."

"I'm working on becoming more sexual.  I think if I have more actual
knowledge of how stuff feels, I'll be able to better interact with guys on
my show.  Sometimes they say really suggestive and sexual things, and I
have no responses to it.  It'd be fun to reply with something witty or
equally as suggestive.  I'll get there."

"I'm sure you will," I agreed, as I planned our first all night bang
session in my head.  I was already thinking about tight his ass would feel
around my cock.

"Will you really let me film from here?  This would be a show no one has
ever seen before."

"Of that, I'm sure.  You just have to make sure you tell them that this
isn't your place or they'll figure you don't need the tips.  Say it's a
viewer's house and they invited you over.  That should get the talk moving
along in an interesting way."

"What way?"

"They'll think it's a sugar daddy bribing you to have sex with them.
Speaking of that, maybe we should work out the payment for broadcasting
from here," I said grinning.

"Payment?  Oh, for using the space?  I could give you some of the tips I
get," he offered.

"Thanks, but the idea is for you to make money, not piss it away to someone
else.  I'm thinking of a different type of payment."

"Oh, the blowjob, huh?"

"I was thinking of something a little simpler to start.  You mentioned a
few things you might be okay doing.  How about as payment, we pick the
easiest?  You give me a kiss as a thank you."

Casey smiled.  "That one I can do."  He moved closer and I could see how
nervous he was.  His mouth may say it's easy, but his whole body is telling
a different story.  I moved closer so that we could actually feel each
other breathing.  He inched his face towards mine as if we were in some
teen tv drama.  Our lips touched and he jumped slightly, but didn't pull
back.  He also didn't close his eyes, which is freaky for a first kiss.  He
pulled back after a couple seconds.

"See," he said as if he'd just completed a world record of something. "I
was cool with that."

"Usually someone who is cool with something, does need to announce how cool
they were with it," I said smiling as I watched him wipe his lips.  "I
thought you said you knew how to kiss.  That's how you kiss your grandma."

"I didn't want to over do it in case you weren't into it," he reasoned.
Such a straight boy.

"How about you let me lead?  I'll show you how two guys kiss...and trust me
buddy, this isn't a grandma, or even a girlfriend kiss.  A guy kiss will
blow your mind.  This time, close your eyes.  It'll help you focus."  I
pulled my shirt off and then put my hand on the back of his head to pull
him against me.  I pressed my lips to his and shoved my tongue into his
mouth.  I don't think he'd expected it as he jumped when my tongue touched
his.  Once I felt him adjust to his new reality, I moved my other hand
around his back and slipped it into his underwear to grab his ass.  It's a
very fine ass, and I was having no problem enjoying myself.  I thought
about rubbing down his crack and fingering his hole, but something in my
head kept chanting `baby steps'.  Damn those brain chanters.  Probably left
over from my previous life where I was an ethics professor.  At this rate,
it could take at least 15 minutes of my pro-skills before I have him bent
over the car with my dick up inside him.  Sometimes my confidence amazes
even me.  After about a full minute, I eased back and let him get some air.

"Holy shit!  You really know how to kiss.  Fuck," he said enthusiastically
as he wiped his mouth.  Guess gay guy spit isn't his favorite.  It will be.
It's that confidence thing I mentioned earlier.

"Like I said, guys know what guys like, so it becomes more intense when we
interact with each other.  Looks like you didn't hate it," I smiled as I
looked down and the enlarged bulge in his shorts.

"I was imagining some girl kissing me like that," he said deflecting the
situation the best way he knew how, while he tried to adjust himself.
Never met a straight boy yet that would immediately admit that they got
hard kissing another boy.

"Ready to try again, only this time a bit more intense?"  I said giving him
a bit of a teasing smile.

"It gets MORE intense?"  He asked surprised.  Like what?  He thought I'd
give him my `A' game on the first kiss.  You gotta leave them wanting more,
and his erection seemed to indicate he was `up' for more.

"Of course.  This time, you take the lead and push your tongue into my
mouth first, and we'll go from there."

I didn't wait for his reply.  Why would I?  We were going to kiss again
regardless.  I pulled his head to mine and started again.  I opened up to
accept his tongue, and as soon as it was in my mouth, I closed my lips
around it and tried to suck it out of his head.  I pulled his chest against
mine so we could feel each other's bodies, and I held his head firmly, as
you don't want him breaking free until you're done.  He seemed a lot more
at ease with the second kiss, now that he knew what to expect...or at least
he thought he did.  I put my hand on his stomach and quickly slid it down
inside his underwear to firmly grab his package.  His erection was fully
hard, almost throbbing as I took it in my hand.  His balls were firm and
tight, and while he may be thinking about a girl, I definitely wasn't.  My
mind had already moved us into bed where I had his legs over my shoulders.
Yes, we were still kissing, but he was panting and trying to get used to my
monster cock up his ass.  Like I said, that's in my head.  We probably
won't get to that for another twelve minutes yet.  I could feel the
conflict inside him as my hand roamed around in his underwear.  I have no
idea if a girl had ever done this with him, but I was absolutely sure no
boy had.

I felt his whole body tense up suddenly, and he grunted loudly.  That was
followed by my hand getting very wet.  I smiled, which when you're kissing
is instantly transferred to your partner.  I waited until he was finished
and then eased back to allow him some air.  I pulled my hand out of his
shorts and brought it up to my mouth to lick clean.

"Shit.  I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  I've never felt anything like that
before," he said looking horrified as he stared at me.  I couldn't tell if
the horror was from the fact he'd cum all over me, or that I was licking it
off my hands.  He didn't say, and I didn't ask.  I quickly went over to the
workbench and grabbed some shop towels.  I returned and pulled the front of
his underwear down to begin wiping him dry.

"I can do that," he said nervously.

"Yeah, but what fun would that be for me?"  I grinned as I wiped as much up
as I could.  He's still gonna have to deal with the wet spot in his
underwear.  Fortunately they were black so the spot didn't show.  It might
once the cum dries, but only on the inside.  "So, I'm guessing you didn't
hate kissing a guy?"

"That was WAY different than kissing a girl, that's for sure.  Never had a
girl make me cum just from kissing."

"Like I keep saying.  Guys know what guys like.  From that result, I'd say
you're a lot closer to getting that blowjob.  At least now you have a
baseline for comparison."

"Huh?"  Casey asked, obviously not fully back from his intense orgasm yet.
The blood was still returning to his brain, leaving it probably still only
75% operational.

"If kissing a guy was that much different than a girl, then imagine that
same level of difference in a blowjob.  It should make your decision to try
one a lot easier.  That'll lead to questioning if everything is that much
better.  Before you know it, we're spending the night together.  You with
your legs over your head.  Me showing you the joys of the male prostate."

"Probably not," Casey replied quickly, as the last of the blood from his
penis returned to power his straight boy reasoning center.  They really
have to remove that part of the brain.  It'd help them get laid so much
faster.

"One step at a time," I assured him.  "One step at a time.  Next will be to
give you that blowjob and watch how fast I can make you cum again.  If you
thought kissing was that exciting, wait until my mouth is around your
cock."

He looked nervous.  The kind of nervous when you're at a bus stop hoping
the bus comes along quickly so you're not late for work, kinda nervous.  It
seemed like he was deciding how to get from being in front of me to being
back in all his clothes, while it taking zero seconds for it to all happen.

"I wish I were half as confident with girls as you are with guys," he said
as the compromise, inching away from me to move around the garage again.

"I guess that comes with experience.  I've learned if you don't ask, you
don't get.  Plus, everyone likes sex.  You just have to show them how much
they love it.  How about we look at a few more places that you could set up
a show from here."

"Sounds good to me," he said eagerly.  Not sure if that eagerness was to
get his imagination going as he planned inventive shows, or just to get out
of the impending blowjob.  He picked up his pants and jumped into them,
which I could understand.  I convinced him to stay shirtless though,
suggesting it would help him get used to the house for his shows.  Since I
was shirtless as well, I'm guessing it didn't seem out of the normal
straight realm to do so.

I showed him the games room, which he also thought would be cool venue for
a show.  Playing video games, bowling, etc. "It still feels strange to
think about doing a show naked somewhere other than my own place."

"It gets easier.  First few times I went naked, it was seriously thrilling,
and my dick was so hard I could carry my backpack on it.  Now, I don't even
notice when I'm running around without clothes.  Half the time I have to
double check to make sure I got dressed before I go out for the day."

"Yeah right," he laughed.  "I like the idea of doing shows from different
places in the house.  It should make it fun for the viewers and hopefully
they'll tip.  I guess we'd have to pick a time when no one else is home?"

"Why?  Even if they were, we'd just warn them not to walk into the camera
view.  I can't promise they wouldn't want to watch you, especially once
you're naked.  Your own live studio audience."

"That would make me insanely nervous," he admitted.

"Only at first.  You got used to me and Nate being there.  Offer them all
backstage passes for after the show, and I'm sure you'd start a bidding war
over who gets you first."

"Ummmm, if I had just finished a show, I probably would have cum already,
so wouldn't be in the mood to stay naked at all."

"Probably, but it wouldn't stop them bidding on you.  I figure you hang out
here for a bit after the show and once you're horny again, it's open season
on Casey."

"Maybe I should just do the shows from my place by myself, behind a locked
and fortified door," he said looking at me.  I think he was kidding.  At
least I hope he's kidding.  I hate all the effort it takes to knock down a
fortified door just so you can bone a straight boy.  I'd be all sweaty and
exhausted before I even got started.

"Or we stick you in the foam room and cover you in bubbles.  Your viewers
could tip to `pop' the bubbles and expose more of you each time.  And
again, if you had someone with you, it would give your viewers a fantasy to
end all fantasies as they saw you slipping and sliding around with each
other.  I'd offer to show you how it feels, but you know how that would
end."

"Yeah.  With me going home with a raging hardon and blue balls," he
laughed.

"Not in this house you wouldn't.  That I can promise, even if it meant
tying you down to take care of it."

"I still haven't figured out if you're joking or not when you say things
like that."

"Strip off those pants and find out, or we could just go up and play a game
of pool."

"Pool it is," he replied.  I just gave him a smile and we headed upstairs.
We'd only played one game, and were halfway through our second when Blake
and Sienna bounced down the back stairs.  Casey froze in place as he looked
across at them.  It was as if someone had pressed a paused button.  I tried
not to laugh as they approach.

"Hey.  How long have you guys been home?"  I asked casually.

"Dunno.  Maybe half an hour.  We raced here straight after school to get
ready," Blake announced as he looked Casey over thoroughly.  Sienna was
also scanning Casey.  He may be getting offered a `full ride' scholarship
to their school of sex in a minute.

"Ready for what?"  I inquired.

"For Niles.  He's coming over in a bit," Sienna explained.

"Do I know Niles?"

"No, he's in some of my classes.  He's a nice guy.  I mean he's not jock
hot or anything, he's more of a pretty boy, and that type are usually
packing some serious meat in their jeans.  We both think he's gay, but
since he's a virgin he may not know it yet.  We're gonna try and help him
figure it out," Blake said, filling in the details.  Surprisingly, that was
almost subtle of him.

"Does Niles know that's your plan?"  I asked.

"No.  But he'll figure it out pretty fast once he's here.  Hi. I'm Blake.
Who are you?"  He asked turning his attention to Casey.

"Casey."

"He lives in Nate's building, so I invited him over."

Blake just looked at me and grinned.  "And you're playing strip pool or
something?"

"No, just regular pool," I assured him as I amused myself watching the two
of them eye fuck Casey.

"Check out my new underwear, Dad," he said as he spun around to show me his
exposed ass.

"Nice.  Don't you have like a hundred pair like that though?"

"Not this design.  These make my ass look super lit, and they're designed
to make your junk look bigger when you're wearing pants.  Me and Sienna
picked them out together."

Great, now he's going underwear shopping with his girlfriend.  This
relationship is getting pretty serious.  When they go grocery shopping
together, we've lost him.

"I like the designer jock straps.  It makes my ass more available," Blake
said proudly as if that were supposed to be a thing.

"Like your ass needs to be MORE available," I joked.  "You should buy the
type that have duct tape in back."

"These are good because you can also get to his balls easier," Sienna
announced as she slipped her hand between his legs and under the elastic of
the jock, to cup his balls.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna I bust right out of these things like
the Hulk," Blake announced.

"You should come swimming with us," Sienna offered.  I was surprised that
she was still wearing a shirt.  Normally that's the first thing to go when
she's over here.  It was one of Blake's shirts, as were the underwear she
had on.  You could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples
seemed extra perky today.  Is that a thing?  Extra perky?

"Maybe when we're done our game," I replied.

"Cool.  Come on Blake.  Time to get my pussy wet," she said reaching over
to grope Blake's crotch.

"Nice.  Later guys," Blake said as the two of them took off.

Once they were out of sight, Casey finally blinked and looked at me.  "Holy
shit.  I can't believe she grabbed his junk in front of us."

"You get used to it.  I'm actually surprised Sienna was wearing as much as
she was.  Sienna believes that if a boy can go shirtless, she should be
able to as well."

"I think that's a good rule.  Actually, it should be made into mandatory
law," he said as he adjusted himself.  "You sure live a different life than
other people.  I can't believe they were so open about sex around you.  I'd
never tell my parents anything sexual.  As far as they're concerned, I
don't even pee."

"Blake has no problem giving me every little detail, whether I want it or
not.  Considering they were heading for the pool; I was amazed that they
actually had clothes on at all.  Normally it's a streak from the bedroom to
the pool."

"You're okay with them being naked around the house? I wouldn't even wear
the assless underwear if I was around other people."

"Sienna's a bigger flirt than Blake.  Every time she's been over here,
she's asked if I'd like sex with her.  I think she has a thing for older
guys."

"Does Blake know she does that?"

"I think Blake encourages it.  I've lost count of the number of people they
bring home to `study' with.  I've never seen one book, but invariably they
all end up without clothes at some point."

"Damn.  That's way wilder than I was at that age.  That's actually wilder
than I am now," he admitted.  "She's seriously hot, and I'm pretty sure she
wasn't even wearing a bra.  That's a rack I wouldn't mind seeing."

"Not difficult to accomplish around here.  Just go down to the pool.
Neither of them will have anything on while they're swimming."

"Even when they know you guys are home?"

"It seems strange to you now, but after a while, it'll seem normal.  Feel
like going down to the pool, get a few laps in, and see Sienna's boobs to
satisfy your curiosity."

"If she is naked, I hope that pool has really cold water or this is going
to get embarrassing really fast."

"Trust me, they'll both want to see what you're packing as much as you want
to see her."

"It's too bad she's with Blake.  A girl like that would be fun to hook up
with.  At least you know she puts out," he reasoned.

"Don't let that stop you.  Blake wouldn't.  Hell, just last week he had a
couple friends over from next door.  Colton and Stone are your age, and
boyfriends.  I arrived home to find all three of them naked on the couch.
Colton and Blake were sharing Stone's nine incher like it was the world's
biggest ice cream.  Then as soon as Blake saw me, he waved, climbed on
Stone's lap and impaled himself.  He bounced hard, while Stone sucked his
boyfriend's cock.  Once they were done, Blake spent the next hour bragging
about how easily he could take Stone's monster, and asking if I were proud
of him."

Casey laughed.  "I once showed my Dad an `A' I got on a math test and asked
if he were proud of me.  I'm a thousand percent sure I wouldn't let him
watch me have sex and then ask him to rate my performance."

"It's just sex.  Be proud of your abilities and show them off.  No need to
be shy about it.  Blake was even in a three-way with a couple of girls.  I
think he enjoyed that as much as being with the guys."

"I would love to see two girls doing it.  That would be amazing.  I'd give
my right nut to be in a three-way with that happening."

"Meh.  I've seen your right nut.  Throw in the left one, or that nice cock,
and I'll consider setting it up for you."

"Uhhh, if I throw in all that, I wouldn't need the girls.  I'd have nothing
to use," he joked as the pool game continued.  Blake was right, I do suck
at pool as Casey was winning with ease.  Winner gets to choose his
position. Top or bottom.  I just haven't told Casey that yet.

He paused and leaned against his cue.  "Seriously though.  Do you know any
girls that might be into a three-way with a guy?"

"I know a few that would be into that.  When you're gay, girls like to hang
around you and talk like you're one of them.  I've learned a lot of girl
secrets over the years.  They also don't hesitate to change in front of you
like you were a girlfriend of theirs."

"Damn, maybe I should be gay," he joked.

"Great.  Let's go upstairs and start working on that.  Do you prefer doggy
or missionary?"

"I was joking.  But maybe you could introduce me to some these girls that
are into three-ways?"

"How about a compromise that would let you have two girls in bed by
yourself for the whole night if you wanted."

"I'd say that's a good compromise," he grinned as stared at me excitedly.

"I haven't given you the compromise yet, so keep your pecker down until you
hear the offer.  Then I ask deal or no deal and you decide."

"A sex game show.  I'm listening," he said almost licking his lips.  I
think all his brain heard was `two girls', and `I'm gonna get laid'.

"I'll get Sienna and one of her female friends to have sex with you."

"Deal!" he said slapping the side of the pool table.  "Final answer."

"You didn't wait for the whole offer, and I never said deal or no deal."

"Oh.  Okay, continue."

"Before you get a night with the girls, you spend a night with me first."
If Blake can set up deals with his straight friends at school, then it
shouldn't be that hard for me to be able to do the same.

"I'm guessing you don't mean spending the night like ordering pizza and
beer while we watch a movie type night?"

"Nope.  I'm talking a night of sex.  Basically, you'd go gay for one night,
and we'd have as much sex as you would with two girls, probably more."

"Wow, that's an offer I never thought I'd ever hear in my life.  You're
serious, aren't you?"

"Guess it'll come down to what you think hooking up with multiple girls at
the same time is worth.  Maybe two girls wouldn't be enough.  Maybe we make
it four or five, or a straight half dozen.  All screwing your brains out
for an entire weekend."

"Stop!" He laughed as he quickly sank the eight ball, making me the
ultimate loser.  In pool...not loser at anything else.  Well, most sports,
but for now, just pool.  "Does this work on all straight boys?  Because
right now, I'm so hard thinking about that, that I'm actually considering
having sex with you."

"Then if that happens, the answer to your question is yes.  It works on ALL
straight boys...so far," I smirked as we put our cues away.  "Shall we go
downstairs to the pool, or upstairs to my bed?  Boobs one way, my cock up
inside you, the other."

"Sounds like checking out the pool would be nice right about now," he
replied, summarily dismissing my offer to fuck him.  Straight boys.  What
ARE they teaching in schools these days?  Never heard of a bird in the
hand?  Wait, wasn't there a bush in there somewhere.  `A penis in the hand
is worth two rides in the bush.'  That saying may not actually catch on.

"Let's go show you some boobs," I teased as we headed off to the lower
level.

Casey stopped so suddenly, I almost ran into him.  "Holy shit," he said
under his breath so that only I could hear.

I looked past him to see what had caused the reaction.  I rolled my eyes
and chuckled to myself.  Sienna was sitting on the side of the pool with
Blake between her legs obviously chowing down on her pussy.  This is why we
should have buckets handy so I can puke.  Sienna saw us approaching and
tapped Blake on the shoulder.  He looked over at us and waved.

"Hey guys.  You coming swimming with us?"

"No," Casey said quickly.  His hand now strategically placed over his
crotch.  "We were just going down to the garage to get my shirt."

We were?  I thought we were going swimming so he could see boobs.  He'd be
hypnotized by them enough that he wouldn't even notice when I slid up
inside his virgin chamber.

"You can join us," Blake offered.  "We were just playing around while we
took a break from swimming.  Nothing serious though.  We have to save the
good stuff for Niles when he gets here.  We don't want to be exhausted."

I thought they went swimming to take a break from sex.  Now they're taking
a break from swimming to have more sex, while they're gearing up to get
another boy to play with them later?  This is a front row seat to a
teenager's brain in action.  This is why you shouldn't let them vote, or
operate heavy machinery.

I whispered quietly to Casey.  "You wanted to see her boobs.  This seems
like it's a whole lot better.  Come on."

"I'm good for now," he whispered back, then in a louder voice spoke to the
other two.  "Thanks, but I should be going.  Maybe next time."

Before I had a chance to convince him to join in, he'd turned to head
downstairs.  I followed him into the garage where he seemed to relax as he
pulled on his shirt.

"They would probably have enjoyed you joining them.  From the look of that
boner outline, I'd say you liked what you saw," I said as I reached over
and groped him.  He only jumped slightly but never moved to get away from
me.  As required by the gay bylaws, I now had permission to continue.

He leaned against one of the cars and looked at me.  "Can I ask you
something?  Why do you want to have sex with me so bad?"

"Think of it from your point of view.  If you see a cute girl, you think
`wow, I'd like to tap that', right?"

He shrugged slightly.  "Sure."

"And if they seem unattainable, you want them even more."

"Yeah," he nodded.  "I guess that's actually true."

"It's the same for gay guys.  We see a hot guy that we'd like to hook up
with, and the more unattainable he is, the more we're fascinated about what
he'd be like in bed."

"Why me though?  A guy like you probably has tons of guys throwing
themselves at you.  I'm not that interesting."

"Circumstances.  Fate.  Whatever you call it.  We met through a common
friend, Nate.  I learned about your cam show and figured it would be fun to
get to know you better.  Then I saw you do your show, and realized you look
as amazing naked as you do in clothes."

"Thanks.  I never actually had anyone tell me they wanted me as much as you
do.  I know it's gay, but it's kinda flattering to be seen that way."

"Glad I could boost your ego a bit.  Hopefully you don't mind if I keep
hitting on you.  At least until I've gotten you into bed."

"You wouldn't hit on me after that?"  He asked, either looking concerned or
relieved.  It's hard to tell with straight boys.  They all have the same
three looks.  Horny, confused, or stoned.

"Meh.  Hard to say.  Straight boys are usually terrible in bed.  Fun to get
into bed for one night, but after that you pretty much have to move on if
you ever have hopes of having good sex."

"I'm good in bed," he replied quickly, trying to defend his manhood.

"Says every straight boy ever.  Trust me, be a fly on the wall listening to
girls talk about the guys they've been with.  Only a few get the high
ratings, and those are usually the guys that screw everything and anything
offered.  Like they say, practice makes perfect."

"Seems like a no-win scenario," he reasoned.  "They want us to be good, but
won't put out enough to let us get better at it.  Then get pissy because we
suck at sex."

"To quote Captain Kirk; I don't believe in the no win scenario.  Trust me,
you're already on your way to becoming one of the good ones the girls talk
about."

We headed back upstairs so I could take him home.  He paused as we got to
the pool level, and looked over to see Sienna on her back with Blake
standing across the chair really giving it to her.  Blake was grunting hard
with each thrust and his ass cheeks tightened with drive into her.  He
really does have a cute ass and she didn't seem to be objecting to that big
dick of his.  I half expected Casey to suggest we stay and watch, but he
continued up the next flight of stairs.

"It's not to late if you want to back down there.  I'm sure they'd find it
hot if you straddled Sienna's head so she could suck your dick while Blake
kept fucking her and ate your ass."  Sometimes I think I say things just to
see how people react.

"Does that happen around here a lot?"

"Sure.  It's just sex.  We're all pretty open about it," I shrugged as we
continued to head out to the car.  On the drive we talked about other, more
random things.  Before he got out, he thanked me for helping him with his
shows and said he call me as soon as he had a few plans and tip items
figured out.  Even if he does nothing more than he's been doing on his
regular shows, being in a new location would definitely attract more
viewers, and hopefully tips.  Of course, being his cameraman wouldn't be a
bad thing either.  I would volunteer for fluffer or luber, if those
position become available.

Several days later, I had just finished doing some homework at Nate's and
was about to head home, when I thought I'd stop an see how Casey was making
out with his plans.  Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky enough to catch him in
the middle of a regular show.  I knocked on his door and he opened it fully
dressed.  That's disappointing.  Guess he's not doing a show.  "Hey.  Was
just visiting Nate so I thought I'd stop by and say hi.  See how the plans
are coming along"

"Oh.  Hey Justin.  Come in.  I'm just hanging out with a friend," he said
in a regular voice, then lowered it so only I could hear him.  "He doesn't
know about my cam shows."

"No worries.  I won't say anything," I assured him as I entered and was
introduced to his friend.

"Justin, this is my friend Eric.  Eric, this is Justin."

"Hey.  How's it goin?"  He said smiling at me.

"It's goin," I replied casually.  The guy was around our age, with long
brown hair.  The type that always looks messy, but is actually pretty
stylish at the same time.  He had a great jawline and a cute little nose.
One my fuckability scale, he was about a 6.8.  They gain more points once
I've gotten them naked and seen the rest of the available options.  "What
are you guys up to today?"

"Just searching the web," Casey replied as we sat down.  I pulled a chair
up next to Eric, so I could see what they were doing.

"Porn?  Always a good waste of time searching for good ones," I remarked.

Casey just laughed.  "No.  We're watching You Tube videos.  Just random
shit of people doing crazy things."

"All you need for that is cable news," I suggested.

"True," Eric smiled, agreeing with me.

I hung out with them as I got to know something about Eric while they
searched videos.  He and Casey had been friends about five years, having
met in high school.  They were best friends and did a lot of things
together, although apparently didn't share everything, as Eric had no idea
about Casey's extra-income earning job.  In fairness, Casey didn't seem to
know a couple things about Eric either.  Typical straight guy
friendship...mostly.

"I've gotta take a leak.  Anyone need a drink when I come back?"

"I'm good," I replied.

"I could use a Coke," Eric replied.  Casey took off to the bathroom.

"So does Casey know?"

"Does Casey know what?" Eric asked turning to look at me.

"That you're gay?"

"I'm not!"  He said somewhat shocked at my comment, but glanced nervously
at the bathroom door.

"Dude.  You've been eye fucking me since I got here, and you've brushed my
leg with your hand so many times, it feels like we're dating.

"I wasn't eye fucking you," he stammered, but had lowered his voice.  "I
can just appreciate that you're a good-looking guy is all."

"Thanks.  So, what are you doing later?  I'm pretty good in bed.  What
about you?"

"Never had complaints," he replied.  "Ummm.  How would I explain it to
Casey if I left with you?"

"Tell him you're going home with me to get a good boning."

"Casey is totally straight and I don't think he'd be cool knowing I was
gay," he said still keeping one eye on the bathroom door.

"So, you are gay?"  I smiled feeling proud of myself for having such finely
tuned gaydar.  I got the extra sensor add-on for it.  Also has night vision
mode.

"Shhh," he said almost panicking.  "Yes," he whispered.

"Have you got a boyfriend?"

"No, but I'm not a virgin, at all.  Although everyone thinks I'm straight."

"Would you want Casey to know you're gay?"

"If it didn't affect our friendship, sure.  It'd be cool to just be myself
around him, but please don't out me.  I need him as a friend."

"I promise I won't ruin your friendship," I said holding up the Vulcan
salute.  I know it should be the boy scout one, but I was never a boy
scout.  I hear ya...I was never Vulcan either...suck it.  How exactly is
`suck it' an insult?  Is this another straight boy attempt to embarrass
other guys.  Personally, when I get told to suck it, I wait for it to be
whipped out, so I can get to work.  "So, are you coming home with me?  I'll
bet you'd love to see this without it being covered," I said suggestively
as I took his hand and wrapped it around the outline of my cock.  He
swallowed nervously, and almost jumped out of his seat when I reached over
and grabbed his junk through his pants.  He almost recoiled to the ceiling
when the bathroom door opened, and his hand flew off my crotch so fast the
Flash would have been impressed.  Casey stopped to get Cokes before sitting
down.

"Find anything good?"  He asked as he looked at the screen.

"A couple things.  It's amazing what you find when you reach out for them,"
I said brushing the side of my hand covertly along the side of Eric's leg.
He took a sip of his Coke to try and ignore me.  While he never said if he
was actually going to come home with me, I'm pretty sure I won't take no
for an answer.  Even if I have to accidentally spill honey on him so I can
offer to lick him clean, I'm going to get this boy naked.  My current
objective was more long term, though.  I know I promised I'd not out
him...sort of...but I hate seeing cute boys stuffed in closets.  It's to
confining in there.  I casually pulled up an `it gets better' video from a
celebrity, and let it play.  Eric just glared at me, almost as a warning.

"Casey, would you ever be cool with a gay friend?"  I asked bluntly, no
doubt causing Eric's blood pressure to shoot up to `blasting out your eyes
like a fountain' level.

"Are we friends?"  He asked.

"Of course," I nodded.

"Then I'm fine with it," he said with a smile.  "Justin's gay," he revealed
to Eric.

"Ouch.  Way to out me to a stranger.  Dude!"

"Oh god.  I'm sorry.  I...shit...I'm so stupid...I'm sorry.  I thought you
were out to everyone."

"Well, not everyone.  I haven't met all 7 billion on the planet yet, but
I'm just messing with you.  You can tell anyone you like that I'm gay."

"You are?"  Eric said feigning surprise.

"I guess I should have asked if you're okay with it, before I said
anything," Casey added.  "I know you're a little nervous about gay people,
but Justin's cool."

"I'm not nervous about gay people," Eric said quickly, trying to defend
himself.

"You kinda are, dude.  Every time we see anything gay, you tense up, and
either change the subject, or go really quiet until it's over."

Eric looked at me and I just shrugged slightly.  "I didn't think I did
that.  I just never know how to act when I see gay things.  I don't wanna
sound too enthusiastic, or say something that would make me look
homophobic, so I try to avoid it."

"Do you get nervous seeing guys naked?"  I asked.  "Like in locker rooms
and stuff?"

"No.  Not really."

"What about the two of you.  Have you seen each other without clothes?"

"No, never," Casey said quickly.  Right, I forgot that he'd mentioned about
Nate and I being the only ones to see him completely naked in person.  I
still don't know how you have sex with someone and not see their goody
bag...and goody dick.

"You've never watched porn together?  Jerked off to see who can cum first,
or the most," I grinned, looking at them.

"No.  That'd be kinda gay," Casey replied.  "No offense."

"It's not offensive.  Even straight boys whack off together when talking
about chicks, and bragging about who could do her best or hardest.  I jerk
off with my friends all the time.  Just a great way to pass the time and
help each other out."

Casey laughed.  "Isn't that like saying hello in gay world?"

"It is.  Wanna say hello?"  I teased.

"Pass," he said shaking his head with a roll of the eyes.

"I guess I really have grown up gay, because I can never get my head around
the idea that two guys could be friends and not be comfortable knowing
everything about each other, which in my world includes being naked and
jerking off when the mood hits."

"If I jerked off every time the mood hit, I wouldn't need clothes," Casey
laughed.

Eric just blushed.

"And let me guess.  You're one of these guys that doesn't jerk off and
thinks sex is for after marriage," I said looking at Eric.

"No, I'm cool with it.  I just don't know if I'd be okay doing it with
someone watching," Eric replied obviously lying.  At least if the increased
size of his bulge was any indication, he was lying.

"What if it were a dare, or you got bribed to do it?  Would you then?"

"Maybe.  I guess if the bribe was enough," he admitted.  Now we're getting
somewhere.  Time to do what I do best.  Push the limits and see where the
line is.

"What about if someone offered to take a video of you jerking off.  Would
you do it?"

"I dunno about that.  I'd totally have to trust the person with the camera,
and I'd want the memory card afterward."

"I've seen tons of amateur videos online.  Guys making naked videos to earn
money from subscriptions and stuff.  Would you ever do something like
that?"

"Like go online naked?"

"Sure.  Like those webcam sites?"  I said grinning, as Casey was behind
Eric shaking his head at me to try and get me to stop wherever this was
going.  "It's cool," I said looking directly at him.

"I've seen a few, and some of it is pretty hot.  I always wondered what it
would be like knowing hundreds of people were watching me without my
clothes.  I guess I'd be freaked out and excited at the same time."

"It's probably more the excited part, they'd be interested in.  Seeing you
fully `excited' might get you the most tips.  What do you think, Casey?
Would you ever go online naked?"

"For the right amount of money, sure.  I'd just have my limits."

"What kind of limits?"  Eric asked curiously.

"I'd just do a solo show and maybe only go as far as jerking off," he said,
mostly honestly... for now.  I was already working out the show for Eric
and Casey in my head.

"Yeah, I guess I'd probably be okay with that as long as people I know
don't see me," Eric agreed.

"I think they have regional blockers for that," Casey told him.  "You can
stop people from your area seeing your broadcast."

"Then I'd be okay with it as long as I could make money," Eric nodded.

"I've watched tons of those shows and I know that two nervous straight boys
like you, would get tons of viewers, tipping like crazy to see you do
something together.  Even just kissing or hand jobs.  Hell, if you fucked,
you could probably pay your rent after each show."

Eric laughed.  "Yeah right.  Why would anyone want to watch two straight
boys when they could see gay guys?  If that's what they were into," he
added.

"The fantasy.  Knowing that it might be possible to get a straight boy to
give it up, makes them hornier for it."

"Straight guys would never do gay stuff though," Eric said naively.

"Sure they do.  It's not like they'd be gay, just open minded and
performing for a paycheque.  Lots of actors do it in movies, so what's the
difference if an amateur does it on a webcam?"

"I guess that's true," Eric admitted.

"I think I have to call bullshit on either of you doing it though.  I mean
you've been friends for five years and haven't even changed in front of
each other.  How is that even possible?  Don't you shower after swimming,
or change in the locker room?"

"I always shower in my swim suit and change in a cubicle," Casey admitted.
"I guess I just feel more comfortable like that."

"I change in the open, but Casey always uses a cubicle, like he said, so we
never see each other."

"What about sleepovers?  Like sharing the bathroom or the shower, or
sleeping in the same bed?"

Casey laughed.  "You do know straight boys would NOT do any of that,
right?"

"Even when we sleepover, one sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag.  And we
use the bathroom separately," Eric added.

"Seems like an inefficient use of time," I smirked.  "And why wouldn't you
sleep in the same bed?  It's not like you'd be having sex."

"I dunno.  We just don't.  Most straight boys wouldn't," Casey reasoned as
Eric just remained quiet.

"I don't know about that.  I've been on plenty of sleepovers, and even if
the guy knows I'm gay, they don't have a problem if we sleep together."
That's not exactly true.  I usually climb in after they fall asleep, and
leave before they wake up.

"Guess we've always just done that," Eric said finally speaking up.

"Okay, back to the webcam thing.  How could you be on camera naked in front
of a thousand people or more, but not okay changing in front of your best
friend?  Makes no sense to me.  Have you even seen each other shirtless?"

"Of course.  That's pretty common," Casey remarked.

"Alright.  Take your shirts off," I said bluntly.

"You first," Eric challenged back.

"That was dumb," Casey said rolling his eyes as I yanked my shirt off
without hesitation.  "Justin has no problem taking his clothes off."

"Cool tattoo," Eric said as he looked at my arm band.  "You got any
others?"

"I could answer that, or I could let you undress me to find out for
yourself," I said giving him back the fuck me eyes, he had tossed at me
earlier.

"See what you started?" Casey smiled as he pulled off his shirt, followed
by Eric.

"Okay, not a bad look boys.  I see Casey has some designer underwear going
on there.  Properly placed just above the waistband of his pants, as
required by the mandatory rules for hyper-cool guys.  Attracts the girl's
attention."

"And the gay boys, apparently," Casey teased.

"Now what the hell are you wearing, Eric?"  I asked as I saw the wrinkled
waistband of what looked like dollar store boxers.

"Underwear.  Who cares what they look like?  It's not like that matters
when people can't see it."

"But if you're gonna be on a webcam, you want the look that says I'm cool
and sexy.  Your type of underwear says trailer park and I don't bathe."

"Underwear doesn't say that."

"Trust me it does.  Guys with ripped underwear because `it's their favorite
pair' or `it's comfortable' are the same ones who wear them four days in a
row."

"Gross.  I'd never do that.  Once you turn them inside out, two days is the
most you could get out of them."

I think he was joking.  Please tell me this gay boy WAS joking.  "Alright,
truth time boys.  Do you believe that best friends should have secrets from
each other?"

"No," Eric said quickly.

"I think it's okay as long as it doesn't affect their friendship," Casey
added.

"Let's go with hypotheticals.  Casey, if you had been friends with some for
a long time and found out they were say adopted, would you still want to be
friends with them when you found out?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I?  They're still the same person.  Who cares if
they're adopted?"

"I'd be the same as Casey," Eric answered before I'd asked anything.

"Good, but your question is, if Casey said he wanted to experiment with
another guy, but didn't trust anyone but you, would you be willing to
experiment sexually to help him out?"

"What kinda sex?"

"I'm talking full sex.  Spending the night together type stuff.  Spreading
his hole wide open with your penis.  Licking..."

"I got it," Eric said quickly.  "I'd be scared it would change our
friendship.  He could probably just go down to some gay bar and pick up a
random guy and experiment anonymously.  Wouldn't that be better?"

"Or it could be way worse.  At least with a friend, they could talk it out
and take it one thing at a time.  Some random guy in an alley, might not
have the same consideration.  So, back to the question.  Would you have sex
with Casey if he asked you to help him?"

"I'd need alcohol first.  A lot of alcohol," Eric joked.  He was probably
halfway through picturing the sex session in his head.

"Would you have sex with a girl if she asked," Casey questioned, looking at
me.

"I would if she threw her boyfriend in as a payment for helping," I smiled
licking my lips.  "But seriously Eric.  That underwear can't be
comfortable.  It's got to bunch up in your pants."

"Sometimes."

"Exactly.  Casey, where do you keep your underwear?"

"Uhhh... in my dresser drawer.  Why?"

"Go grab a pair of boxer briefs for this guy.  Let's get him fashion
forward, not fashion reject from Value Village."

"You want him to wear my underwear?"

"Just go get it," I said pointing.  "This is no time for straight boy
phobias."

Casey went to get a pair of underwear, while Eric looked at me with
trepidation.  That means he looked horrified that I was about to out him.
When Casey returned, he had several pair of shorts with him. "Wasn't sure
what you were looking for, so I brought a few different ones."

"These are what we need," I said grabbing the straight cut boxer trunks.
"These'll make you look hot enough to fuck."

"It's gonna take more than underwear for some chick to want to fuck him."
Casey taunted as he sat down.  "He'll need a bag for his head as well."

"Ignore him.  You're fuckable.  These will shape everything properly, not
let it all sag like that cloth trash bag you're wearing.  Why do you think
girls wear those push-up bras?  Let's do a before and after review.  Lose
the pants Eric and let's do the before look."

"I'm pretty sure my underwear is fine."

"Are you gonna listen to the gay guy, who are stereotypically known for
fashion and social skills, or listen to your trash collector who tossed you
that underwear he found in the `good stuff' pile at the office."

"Ouch," Eric replied as Casey laughed.

Eric unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his knees, showing us the
light blue and white striped grandpa boxers he was wearing.  If I'd had a
boner, the sight would have instantly killed it.  "Good god, man.  How can
you go out in public like that?"

"What?  They're comfortable.  It's not like people are seeing them."

"Uhhh, hello.  We're seeing them.  Do you think Casey wants you going
places with him dressed like that?  You'd shame him."

"I'd be fine with it," Casey said quickly to Eric.

"See!  He's almost delirious with panic about it.  He can't even picture
the two of you out picking up chicks together.  Then after you find two
perfect ones, you're out on the dance floor and your shirt comes off.  They
see the waistband of your underwear, and all of a sudden they're making
excuses about a dying aunt and possibly going lesbian, before they leave.
You really think that's fair to Casey?"

"Again, I'd be fine with it.  Shallow chicks aren't really something I'm
attracted to."

"Until you see them in sexy lingerie."

"But don't believe me, get into these and check out the difference for
yourself," I said as I threw him the shorts.

He pulled up his pants and turned to head to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?"  I asked.

"Uhhh...to the bathroom...to change," he said sounding as if I was asking a
really dumb question.

"Must be a straight boy thing," I said, giving what I hope they interpreted
as an unconcerned shrug.  Eric headed to the bathroom.

Casey laughed as soon as the door closed.  "Almost."

"Almost what?"

"You almost got him naked.  I'm actually impressed you got him down to his
underwear so fast."

"I had you blowing a load the first time we met," I reminded him quietly.

"Technically you just watched my show," he countered.

Okay, technically he was right, but I still see it as a win.  "Fair enough.
But you underestimate my abilities," I smiled as Eric came back out of the
bathroom.  "Dude!  It's an underwear show.  Lose the pants!"  I said loudly
snapping my fingers at him.

He stopped in front of us and dropped the pants to his knees again. "How do
those feel?"  I asked.

"Tighter than I'm used to, but not bad.  How do they look?"

"Much better.  See how the tighter fit gives you a more streamlined look
that shows off both your waist and thighs.  We just need to make one more
adjustment to really show you off," I said as I moved beside him, put my
hand on his stomach and slid it into the waistband.  I pushed down to grab
his junk and pull it up to the side, then adjusted his balls.  Eric inhaled
deeply as I touched him.

"Ummm, I coulda done that," he reasoned.

"You could, but this way was more fun for me," I grinned as I slowly
stroked his penis, which rapidly inflated to full size.  I just smiled at
him as I did it.  He was stuck between a panic fear state and a `take me
now' phase.

Casey looked around me to see what was happening.  "Are you grabbing his
junk?  Is he holding your dick?"  He asked, almost redundantly.  I mean
there's not a lot of space in small underwear, so it would be unlikely that
there was room for my hand and his cock and balls without them touching.

"I told you he needed one more adjustment," I said smirking as I removed my
hand and groped the outline of his cock to show it off.  It was now
stretched along the left side of the underwear.  "That's the proper look
when you're wearing tight shorts.  That'll get you the attention you want."

"Or arrested," Casey said.  "Did you get hard?"

"He did.  So would you if someone grabbed your cock unexpectedly."

"I guess that's true."

"I think it's time to share some secrets.  I'll go first.  You're both on
my list of guys I want to fuck."

"That's not really a secret, Justin," Casey replied.  "I think you told me
that the first day I met you."

"But Eric doesn't know that.  Now he does.  So it WAS a secret," I grinned.

"Grabbing his junk might have given that away," Casey reasoned.

"Casey.  Your turn to tell Eric your secret."

"What secret?" He asked frowning at me.

"The one I've been giving you advice on."

"I dunno."

"Do it, and Eric will tell you his big secret."

"How do you know Eric has a secret?  You just met him," Casey asked
frowning with curiosity again.

"Please.  All guys have at least one secret.  You two are best friends, so
this shouldn't be a big deal for either of you.  Now start acting like best
friends and spill.  Casey, you go first."

"I don't think..."  he stammered.

"Exactly.  You don't think.  Letting the secrets out will only make you
better friends.  If you believe nothing else I say, at least trust me on
this.  Casey, go."

"Fine.  What the hell.  You remember when we were talking about online cam
shows?"

"Yeah," Eric replied.

"Well, I do them.  I make extra money doing videos.  There.  You happy?"
He asked glaring at me.  Sure, I'm happy.  What a dumb question.

"Oh, that's the secret you're telling him?  I was talking about the one
where you think you're a leprechaun, but whatever you're cool with," I
joked.

"Like You Tube videos?"  Eric asked as he pulled his pants back up and sat
down.  All three of us were still shirtless, but wearing pants.  Straight
boys have a thing about wearing clothes around other boys.  It must be a
mental disorder that they haven't found a cure for yet.  I just hope
there's a vaccine so I don't catch it.

"More like the other kind of videos where you kinda get tipped and take
your clothes off," he said being less than direct about it.

"People pay you to take your clothes off?  Why?"  He asked trying to sound
like a naïve straight boy.

"So they can see him naked?"  I suggested.

"Do you?  Get naked?"  Eric asked as he squirmed a bit.  I guess those
tight boxers were doing their job of holding everything in place.

"Sometimes, yeah.  If I get enough tips I do," Casey admitted.

"How many people watch?"

"It varies.  You get more viewers the less you're wearing, obviously.  I
think my best number was 2,300.  That was an insane number though.  Usually
it's just like 5 or 6 hundred."

"600 people watch you take your clothes off and get naked?" Eric asked,
sounding stunned.  "Dude, you won't even undress in a locker room, even if
it was just me around."

"This is all anonymous, and it doesn't broadcast in the area that you live
in case people might recognize you, so it's like I'm just alone in my room
watching a blog feed."

"What did you do that got you 2300 viewers?" I asked, knowing full well
what it was.

"I dunno if I should be telling that," Casey replied apprehensively.

"Just tell him.  You're supposed to be clearing the air of secrets," I said
trying to sound authoritative.

"I'd like to know too," Eric replied.  "I can't imagine being naked in
front of 2300 people, even if it was all virtual.  I don't know if that
would be exciting or terrifying."

"It would be more terrifying if they were all in the room with you," I
laughed.  "Meh, or again...could be exciting.  I'd personally be okay if
thousands of guys were in the same room all wanting to gang bang me."

"I think that's more a gay thing than a straight thing," Casey said looking
at me.  I just shrugged.  "Actually if you really wanna know, I got hard
and jerked off for them."

"No way!  Seriously? You let guys see your erection and flogged it for
them?  Ummm...did you go all the way?  Is that why you had so many
viewers?"

"You mean did I cum?" Casey asked a little quieter.  "Yeah.  I was getting
tips, so it sort of encouraged me, and I kept going.  Once I was done
though I had to stop the show.  It felt weird sitting there like that
afterwards."

Eric's face changed to one I recognized instantly.  He was upset and stood
up.  "I should go."

"Are you freaked out that I did that or something?"  Casey asked showing
instant concern and giving me a look that basically accused me of causing
this.  Rude.

"I'm a little pissed maybe.  You are barely comfortable being shirtless
around me, but now I hear that you're jerking off and shooting your load in
front of thousands of guys.  Guess we're not that good of friends after
all," he said bluntly.

"We are.  I just didn't think you'd be the least bit interested in knowing
that, so I just kept it to myself.  I use the region blocker thing so that
no one I know sees me.  Trust me, if I didn't need the money, I'd have
never done it.  I sort of freaked out when I first started doing it, but
comments from people online gave me more confidence the more I did it.
Originally I was only planning on doing it until I got caught up on bills,
but the money has really helped, so I've kept doing it."

Eric sat back down and I relaxed again. "I'm actually kinda impressed that
you'd do that considering how shy you are about your body, but I guess I'm
a little pissed that you didn't let me in on it.  Maybe I coulda made some
money too."

"You'd go on camera and get naked?"  Casey asked surprised.  "Dude, you
blush when either of us take our shirts off."

"And that's a good Segway into Eric revealing his secret, if he's ready," I
said turning my attention to him next.

Eric looked at me and swallowed hard.  Some would see that as nervous
apprehension.  I see it as practicing for later.  "I dunno.  It could
seriously affect our friendship."

"I dunno what your secret is, but it wouldn't change anything between us,"
Casey assured him.  I think everybody says that before some bombshell is
dropped on them, and then either have to show they were lying, or suck it
up and go with it.

"I'm not sure I can."

"Dude.  He just told you he gets naked on camera for thousands of people at
once, and that he bones up and jerks off.  That screams pretty open minded
to me."

"True," Eric nodded thoughtfully as I could see him tensing up at the idea
of outing himself to his best friend.  To me, it's a non-issue, but to many
it's still one of the biggest events of their life and it has to be on his
own terms, with a small push from those that know how much better his life
will be when he's allowed to be himself.

"I'll prove it.  Up until his show and meeting me, he'd probably never even
known a gay guy in person, right?" I said looking at Casey.

"Right," he nodded.

"Then I met him and watched him do his show.  Almost caused him to have a
panic attack with someone watching in person.  Now he's fine with me being
gay around him."

"Wait!  You let HIM see you on camera, but not me?  That's messed up dude.
I don't even know how to process that," Eric said sitting fully upright.  I
wondered if he was about to get ready to leave again.

"He's gay, so he had ideas to help me make more money and asked if he could
watch a show.  His advice while I was doing it made me more than any other
show.  I think that's because he knows how gay guys think."

"Was he online giving you advice or in person?"  Eric asked almost
accusatory.

"In person.  First time I ever did that with someone that I could see back.
It was surreal for sure."

"Now he's fine with me seeing him, and I've modded a few shows to help push
guys to tip more.  He's fine with having a gay friend around now.  I'll
even prove it," I smirked.

I turned quickly to Casey, grabbed his head and planted a kiss on him with
full force and tongue.  He pushed back after a second and wiped his mouth
instantly.

"Dude!  I'm not THAT fine with it."

"Sorry, I just wanted to prove something.  Does the fact that I just kissed
you change our friendship?"

"Not really.  Maybe just ask if that's something you're planning again."

"So, you're saying if I want to blow you, I should warn you first?"

"I was talking about kissing.  I'm exactly a kiss other guys type.  I'm not
opposed to it, in case you think I'm homophobic, I'm not.  I just think
kissing should be something special between two people who love each
other."

"Got it.  What I'm hearing is that you don't love me or Eric?"

Casey laughed.  "Nice try Justin.  I can honestly say without trying to
offend you, that I don't love you.  You're a cool guy to know as a friend,
and you're sure different than any of my other friends, but that's as much
as I know about you for now.  And yeah, I'm secure enough in who I am that
I can say I love Eric.  He's my best friend."

"So, you'd be fine kissing him?"

Casey rolled his eyes.  "I fell into that trap, didn't I?  I'm guessing
this was part of your plan too?  Get the straight boys to kiss?  Maybe
teach me that it's no big deal so I can do it on one of my shows?"

"Nope.  Not part of anything.  We're just talking about how you can accept
new things without it affecting a friendship.  But hey...if you two wanna
kiss, who am I to say no.  Just make sure I get a good angle for the
pictures."

"You think I wouldn't, just because you're almost daring me too.  You're
wrong."

"Wait!" Eric said quickly.  "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Chill dude.  I'm not actually gonna kiss you.  I think seeing two straight
guys make out would be too much for Justin.  He'd probably try to jump both
of us."

"Ummm...no, not that.  I just don't think you'd want to kiss me after I
tell you what I guess I should have told you five years ago."

Casey stopped moving and stared at his friend, realizing things had just
gone to `serious' on the casual talk meter.  "I'm sure whatever it is,
we'll still be cool," he said supportively.

"I hope so.  I like having you as a best friend," Eric said quietly.

"Me too, buddy."

Eric looked at him and then at me.  I just nodded supportively.  "I'm gay,"
he blurted out, and then exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath the
entire five years.  "Now you know."

"Seriously?  No, you're not.  Really?  You're gay?"  He asked looking very
astonished.  "Dude, no you're not.  I'd have figured that out by now if you
were.  I mean you've never tried hitting on me or anything."

I laughed.  "That doesn't mean he's not gay.  It might just mean you're not
his type.  He might just be into hot, cute guys."

"Ouch," Casey said feigning offense.  "So what's your type then?  Since
you've hit on me since we first met."

"I go for the sad underdog that needs the ego boost."

Eric just smiled nervously as we bantered back and forth.

"So like, you're really gay?  How do you know for sure?"  Casey asked.  He
wasn't really putting Eric at ease yet, as he hadn't actually said he was
accepting the reveal.

"The same way you know you like girls," he replied.

"I like girls because I've been to bed with them.  That's how I know."

"And you don't like boys because you've tried them as well?"  I asked
butting in to the conversation that I pretty much started.

"No.  I just know that I wouldn't like it.  Or wouldn't like it as much as
with girls, anyway."

"That's how I know too," Eric replied softly.

"Oh," Casey said sitting back as he let in sink in.  Then he looked at his
friend and stood up.  Eric tensed up almost immediately.  "Stand up."

Eric looked at me for some reassurance that he wasn't about to be pummeled
into a gooey rainbow puddle.  I just smiled and nodded, ready to intervene
if I was reading this wrong.  Eric stood and Casey moved forward and gave
him a hug.

"Dude.  Thanks for finally telling me.  I'm really proud of you and nothing
will change between us."

Well, that's disappointing, I thought to myself.  I was hoping for at least
some tongue action, or a congratulatory blowjob from Casey to show he
wasn't homophobic.  They both sat down again and I could see how emotional
Eric had become.  I just patted him on the back.

"Does it feel better to have told someone?" I asked.

"I think so.  I'm still kinda shaking though.  My biggest fear is that he'd
hate me afterward."

"Never, dude.  Never.  But if you're gay, I don't understand why you get so
freaked out when you see anything gay.  You act like it's super gross or
embarrassing.  That's why I kinda play along and agree with you.  If I'd
known you were gay, I'd have totally been more sensitive.  I would have
probably asked for your advice on my cam shows too.  The only reason I
asked Justin is because Nate told me he was gay, so I figured he'd know
about that stuff."

"It's okay.  It just felt weird seeing gay things when I was around you.
Mainly in case I reacted incorrectly, and you figured it out and hated me."

"I must really be a dumbass.  We've been friends since we were 15 and I
never picked up on it.  I not only figured you were ultra straight, but shy
as well.  Not to make this weird or anything, but seriously, how come you
never tried to hit on me, or at least see me naked?  Wouldn't that be a
normal gay thing to do?"  He asked, looking more at me than Eric, so I
answered for him.

"That depends on the gay guy," I told him.  "Guys like me are more direct
and have nothing to lose by saying what we want.  Like if I told you I
found you hot and wanted to fuck you, I'd lose nothing if you refused.  I
could just move on to someone else.  You on the other hand would miss out
on the best fuck you've ever had."

Casey laughed.  "Now that's the type of gay guy I've seen in movies.  Not
sure about the whole best fuck I've ever had thing.  That seems like a
stretch."

"For an ass as small as yours and my eight and a half inches.  Yeah, it'd
be a stretch alright."

Eric was blushing brighter than an LED bulb as he listened to us.  "You
have eight and a half inches?"  He asked as his mind suddenly went off the
track and slid into the gutter.

"Shhh... This is no time to be making dates," I joked.

Eric turned to look at his friend.  "I didn't hit on you or anything
because I valued our friendship more than telling you my secret."

"I can appreciate that.  I guess that's why I didn't tell you about my
shows.  In case you thought I was some sick perv.  Especially since neither
of us have talked about anything but chicks since we met."

"Is it only guys that watch you?"  Eric asked.

"No, I think girls watch too, but mostly it's guys.  In my head they're all
hot chicks with big boobs fingering their pussies as they watch me.  Makes
it easier to get off that way," Casey revealed, being a lot more open.

"How often do you do the show?"

"Depends on how much money I make.  Sometimes I make a lot of tips and
don't need to do a show for a week or more.  Other times I have to do three
or more shows in a week to make enough to pay bills."

"Umm if it's not to weird to ask, do you get naked and jerk off each time?"

"Mostly, yeah.  The tips come in super slow while they're tipping to get
you undressed, but once you're naked, tipping is a lot faster as they try
to get you to do stuff."

"Like what stuff?"  Eric asked.

"I dunno.  Just stuff.  It's kinda embarrassing dude," he admitted.

"Sorry.  I was just interested.  If it's not to gay to say, I'm kinda upset
that you didn't tell me and let me watch.  I could have maybe made money
doing it too sometimes."

"I guess we don't know each other as well as we thought we did."

"Guess not," Eric agreed.

"I've told you about my show, so what about you?  Do you have like a
boyfriend or something?"

"No.  Maybe one day," he admitted.

"Have you been with guys before?  Like for sex I mean."

"Yeah," he replied, trying to relax and be open about it.

"How many?  If that's cool to ask."

"Not many.  Like maybe 20," he said quickly.  That's a pretty low number
for a guy his age, but maybe he just didn't want to embarrass Casey by
posting higher numbers.  Straight boys are satisfied with one or two
different girls in a year.  Gay guys consider that a typical night out.

"20?  You've had sex with 20 guys?  Holy crap.  How come I never knew you
were a slut," he laughed.  "Props dude.  I would have bet money on the fact
that you were a virgin, and here you are getting laid more than me.  20
guys.  Shit."

"21 after tonight," I added helpfully, smiling as I licked my lips.  "22 if
you count going twice."

"You don't count going twice, or multiple times with the same person," Eric
clarified.  "I wouldn't even know how to count all those."

"21 it is then.  22 if you wanna get in on the count, Casey," I offered.

I just got a dirty look from each of them.  Too soon?

"Pass thanks.  No offense," Casey said, speaking up quicky.  Not as quickly
as when he came from being kissed and groped, but quick enough.

"That's fair enough, but I think there's one thing left for you two to do
so you realize that your friendship is still as strong, if not stronger
than before."

"Which is?" Casey asked suspiciously.  "And don't say we have to kiss."

"I wouldn't do that.  I don't need you getting straight boy cooties all
over him just before I take him home with me.  I hate having to disinfect a
boy before I take him to pleasure town."

"TMI," Casey said rolling his eyes.  "Eric, just do me one favour; don't
become a gay like Justin.  Stay normal, please."

Eric laughed.  "Deal.  But I may occasionally mention that I find a guy
hot."

"That's acceptable.  I may even point some out once I know your type."

"Fun," I said.  "Now back to you two.  You've both been shy about nudity
around each other for almost the same reasons.  Maybe it's time to get past
that.  Eric could join your shows, or mod for you, if you were open around
each other.  And you performing nude to thousands while being a prude
around your best friend is hypocritical at the very least.

"What are you saying?"  Eric asked frowning slightly.

"I'm saying that you two should both take your clothes off and take a good
look at each other.  Get it over with, and move past the awkward phase of
your revelations."

Casey rolled his eyes again.  "Nicely played Justin.  I bow to the master."

"Thanks.  Not sure for what, but instead of bowing, could you kneel
instead?  That seems like a much more suitable position if you're trying to
actually please me," I teased.  I think I actually got him to blush.

"I just meant that if I don't get naked, I'm either homophobic or a
hypocrite since I do the online show, and you get to see Eric naked as
he'll feel he has to undress to show me that it's not a problem for him
either."

"Just one thing with that.  I've already seen you more than naked, and as
for Eric, he's gay, so seeing him without his clothes absolutely won't
require your help.  He'll need to be naked when I sleep with him."

Casey just shook his head and stood up.  "Fine," he said relenting, as he
unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, followed
immediately by his underwear.  He put his hands out to his side.  "Happy
now," he said looking at me.

"Well don't ask me, turn around and let your best friend see everything.
Personally, I thought it'd be bigger.  I guess it's true that the camera
adds ten pounds, huh?"

"Bitch," Casey said as he spun around, letting Eric see his ass, before he
turned back again, pulled up his pants and sat down.  "Okay, let's get this
over with.  Your turn.  Strip," he said grinning at Eric.

"I'm not sure I can right now," Eric admitted, with additional blushing.

"Boner huh?" Casey nodded.  "Was that because of me?  Or Justin saying he
was gonna fuck you?  Guess we can talk openly about shit like this now,
huh?"

"I'd prefer we didn't.  It's gonna take getting some used to," Eric
admitted.

"It's all cool, bro.  I think it'll be fun to help you find a boyfriend.
Double dates will certainly be interesting.  I'll either be on a date with
three girls or three guys, depending on whether you act like a chick or
not."

If you want him to act like a chick, get those clothes off again and ask
him to kneel in front of you," I suggested.

"Not really helping, Justin." Eric replied.

"Dude, just strip.  Now that he knows you're gay, and you know he does cam
shows, I have a feeling seeing each other hard, won't exactly be an issue.
Might as well get it over with."

Eric stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them slowly to his
ankles.  If I'd had a stack of fives, I'd be participating in the show, and
slipping them into his underwear.  We could clearly see his erection, once
again stretching the fabric of the underwear he had on.  If Casey hadn't
been there, I'd have reached over and stripped the boy myself.  Eric did
what I expected and shoved his hand into his underwear to hide himself,
before wiggling the underwear down to join his pants around his ankles.

Casey and I watched as he slowly removed his hand to show us the whole
prize.  I expected a light to shine through the window onto it and a ta-da
sound to emerge from somewhere.  All we got was an erection pointing at us.
He was trimmed down to almost nothing, leaving just a trace of pubes, which
looked good on his circumcised cock.  Average length and girth, so nothing
to write home about.

`Dear home, Saw a boy's erection today.  I felt extremely honoured when it
stood and saluted me.  It was wearing a light purple helmet and stood
roughly six inches up from the main body.  The bag he was carrying
underneath looked like it had been fully loaded prior to my arrival, and
was tightly pressed up against him.  I saluted back, although he couldn't
see it as I was wearing clothes at the time.  Hopefully, I'll get together
with it soon and play my favorite game of swords.  We might even go
spelunking later if he shows me a nice tight cave for my soldier to enter.

Love Justin.'

Eric turned around to show his ass, like Casey had done, then got
redressed.  I wanted to go help him stuff that erection into the shorts,
but I figured this might not be the most appropriate time.

"You guys can build a stronger friendship now that that is out of the way.
I think this calls for a celebration.  Bartender!  Blowjobs all around."

"Bartender.  Make mine a Shirley Temple," Casey laughed.

"Nice," I nodded as Eric looked at his watch.

"Shit, I should be heading home," he announced.  "I still have an
assignment that I need to work on or I'll never get it in by the deadline."

"You want a ride home?"  I offered.

"Sure.  If it's not out of your way.  It would be way faster than taking
the bus," he said grabbing his backpack.  "Call you later, Case?

"Sounds good," he replied as they went back to straight mode.  I gave Casey
a smile and a hug as we headed to the door.

Once Eric and I were in the car, he turned to look at me.  "Holy shit!  So
THAT just happened.  I thought we agreed that you wouldn't out me.  It took
like what?  15 minutes for you to break that?"

"More like 10, but who's counting.  Thing is he knows, and he's cool with
it.  Plus, you saw him naked.  I'm sure that wasn't unpleasant."

"No, that was awesome, but he saw me naked too...and hard.  THAT was
definitely unpleasant.  I felt stupid."

"Trust me, that wasn't stupid.  That was bold.  But more important than all
of that is that I got to see you naked, and I liked what I saw."

"Thanks.  I'll probably have nightmares about today though.  Is Casey
bigger than me when he's hard?"  He asked.  Now he was being a good little
gay boy.

"I'm sure you'll find that out soon enough when he lets you join in or mod
his shows.  But yeah, he's bigger than you, probably by an inch or so.  A
little thicker too, so it'll feel pretty good when he finally shoves it up
your ass," I said as we drove off towards his place.

"Yeah, he may be okay with me being gay, but he's never gonna have sex with
a guy, especially not me.  That would just make things awkward."

"Oh, trust me, that boy is going to have sex with a guy if I have to duct
tape him to his bed.  He wants to make money on camera.  Straight boy sex
with another guy will rake in cash by the wheelbarrow full, and he knows
it," I grinned.

"You talked about that?"

"Yep."

"And did he agree to it?"

"No.  Right now he says he's fine doing solo shows, but he admitted he
might be okay doing a show with another guy in the room.  Maybe a kissing
or handjob type show.  If he does that, it won't take much to move to
blowjobs, and beyond."

"I know him pretty well and I'm sure he won't do anything with a guy.
Maybe sit naked beside them, but definitely nothing sexual."

I laughed casually.  "No offense, but you didn't even know he was doing a
nude show on camera.  Maybe he'd surprise you with what he's capable of."

"Maybe, but I can't see it.  It kinda hit me like a punch to the gut that
all those guys got to see him without clothes before me."

"And don't forget getting hard and jerking off for them, spraying his load
all over himself.  So hot!"

"Thanks.  That's helpful," he said sarcastically.  What?  I was just
telling it like it was.

"Don't worry.  Now that he knows you're gay, I'm sure you'll have plenty of
other opportunities to see him naked, and in person, not on camera like
everyone else.  Would you be interested in doing a live cam show with him
sometime?"

"Maybe.  Once we've gotten used to this new normal between us I probably
could.  Right now, I'd probably be too horny.  I'd end up cumming before I
was supposed to, and ruin his show."

"Trust me, you're doing a show in front of gay guys.  Getting hard and
blowing your load while you check out your straight friend would NOT ruin
the show.  I'll bet you get tipped like crazy as they try to get you to do
something with Casey."

"Yeah.  I can see it now.  I reach over to grab Casey's cock and the sex
show turns into a naked MMA fight, as he beats me to a bloody pulp."

I grinned.  "Again, another hot show," I joked.  We eventually pulled onto
his street.

"You wanna come in?" He offered.  We all know what that translates to in
gay.  If you aren't sure, just use the English to Gay part of Google
translate.  "Just a warning though.  I have two roommates, who are both
straight."

"That's cool.  They're my favorite.  Dip `em in ranch dressing and you
could snack on them for days."

Eric laughed.  "I wish.  No, they're really straight.  Hang out in their
underwear, watching sports, type straight.  Oh, and they think I'm straight
too.  Just so you know."

"Dude.  Seriously?  You're gay and fine with it, but you haven't even let
the people closest to you know.  Casey, your best friend, or your
roommates."

"I guess I like a drama free existence," he shrugged as a way of
explaining.

"Yet, after you told Casey, there was no drama, and now you can be yourself
around him.  Making your life even simpler."

"True.  It'll be interesting to see if anything changes between us now that
he knows."

"If you're lucky it will.  He'll get horny, whip out his dick and ask if
you're interested in a snack," I grinned as I followed his instructions on
how to behave in his domicile.  I'm using extraneously oversized words now,
so that I sound more sophisticated when I start shrinking people's heads.

Eric laughed as he pointed at a building.  "I wish.  This is my place.  You
can park anywhere."

I found a spot on the street and we headed up to his place on the third
floor.  The building was old, but in good condition, and the neighbourhood
was decent.  I could see us buying it, renovating, moving in the gays, and
turning a tidy profit on a place like this.  Shit, I'm turning into Colin.
Wonder if I'd be allowed to open my own property acquisition company.  I
think Colin had to agree not to get into land development as part of his
last deal when he sold his old company.  Wonder if I'm included in that?
I'd like to make a few million for some extra `walking around' cash.  I
think I'll need bigger pockets on my cargo pants if I have that much cash
though.

As we entered his apartment, I noticed that it smelled like a typical guys'
place.  A little stale pot, mixed with the unique odour only guys can make.
Such an aphrodisiac.  Probably was coming from the shoes and socks spread
out around the entranceway.  The place was reasonably well furnished and of
course, as required by straight boy union number 42, had a massive TV as
the centerpiece of the living room.  Two guys were on the couch as we
walked around to announce our arrival.

"Guys, this is Justin.  Justin, Liam and Brian.  My roommates."

They both nodded to me, with Brian adding, "How's it goin'?"

"Good.  You?"

"Got a good buzz going on, so the world is lit right now," Brian replied.
I think he was the one who was lit, not the world, but I kept that to
myself.

"Nice," I said as I scanned the two of them.  Liam was all muscle and
looked like a wrestler or a blocker guy in football.  They were both
shirtless which gave me plenty of eye candy to look at.  Liam had ripped
jeans, while Brian had tight low rise skinny jeans on.  He was leaner and
more toned than muscular, but I certainly wouldn't refuse advances from
either of them.  Eric looked at me and smiled as he saw me checking them
out.

"Come on, we can hang out and study in my room," he said to me as he moved
off.

"Nice meeting you guys," I said to them and got a wave and a grunt.

Once we were in Eric's room, I gave him a big smile.  "They're a talkative
group."

"They are when sports are on, or some good horror film.  They're pretty
quiet when they're stoned, and fortunately, they're stoned a lot."

"Dude.  They are both seriously cute.  I'd be constantly hard."

"I don't even notice anymore.  We've been roommates a while now and I guess
I'm just used to seeing them."

"Have you seen them naked, or is this the same as Casey?"

"No," he smiled as he sat on his bed.  "I've seen them plenty.  They're not
really shy, and we share a bathroom, so there's lot of times one of us will
be in the shower while another is using the toilet or getting ready."

I looked around his room which didn't really have a theme of anything, but
was neat and nicely furnished.  I couldn't really tell what he as into as
there wasn't one thing that stood out over another.  I sat beside him on
the edge of the bed.  "I'm guessing you each have your own room?"

"Yeah.  One of the perks.  I have friends who share a room, or one of them
has to sleep on the couch.  I like having my own space."

"Probably easier to bring people home that way, huh?"

"I'll say.  Although that doesn't stop Liam from fucking random chicks on
the couch, even when we're around."

"Let me guess.  He's all jock with a `look at me' attitude?"

"You've met him then?" he nodded.

"Just the type.  Now speaking of type.  Are you the type to jump into bed
after you just meet someone?"

"I'm the type to jump into bed so I CAN meet them," Eric grinned wildly.
"Before you fuck me, we should balance our new friendship."

"Pretty assumptive that I'm going to fuck you.  And what do you mean
balance our friendship?"

"You've already seen me naked and hard.  I think it's only fair that I get
to see you next.  Were you hard when you saw my dick?"

"Dude, I was hard as soon as your knee touched my leg and I realized you
were gay.  If Casey hadn't been right there, I'd have taken you on the
desk."

"It wasn't really intentional when my leg first touched yours.  We were all
sitting so close, it just kinda happened."

I smiled at him.  "Maybe, but you did it a few more times after that.  Each
time adding a little more pressure so I'd feel you."

"I was so nervous, since I didn't even know you.  It was one of those
nervous excited things where you're doing something that you could get
caught at any moment, but it's thrilling to try anyway.  Like when you have
a boner in class and adjust it, secretly hoping everyone is watching, but
not wanting anyone to know you're hard."

I laughed.  "I know exactly what you mean.  Even today.  When I grabbed
your crotch to feel your boner while Casey was in the bathroom.  It was
that `we might get caught at any moment' rush."

"I think I was more having a panic attack by that point.  You'd called me
out, and no one has EVER done that before.  I almost puked."

"And now?"  I asked as I rubbed my hand over the front of his shirt as I
felt his chest.

"And now I can't believe we're still wearing clothes considering we've been
in my room this long already," he smiled as he stared into my eyes.

"So?  What are you gonna do about it?"  I teased.

He took the bait and reached for my shirt and pulled it off over my head.
I did the same thing back to him so we were both shirtless.  He had a
nicely toned body and his perky nipples were flashing a welcome sign that
said `open for business'.  I popped the top button on his pants, getting
his hand instantly on mine to stop me.

"I get to go first," he smiled as he slid off the bed and dropped to his
knees in front of me.  He buried his face into my crotch.  "Oh god.  That
feels so big," he moaned.

"Keep doing that and it'll get a lot bigger," I warned.  He opened the
button on my pants, and slowly lowered the zipper to reveal my underwear.
He pulled the pants open and dropped his face back in to smell my crotch
and put his mouth over the outline of my penis.  That's one thing about an
experienced gay boy; you don't need to give him instructions.  You let
nature take its course.  Eric grabbed the sides on my pants and I hitched
up a little to allow him to pull them all the way off.  He tossed them
aside and made a point to remove my socks as well, before running his hands
up my legs back to my hips.  He moaned slightly before he pressed his face
hard into my groin again and began licking my underwear.  He's like a
little washing machine.

Eric looked up and smiled.  "I'm loving this bulge.  I'm guessing you are
pretty big, huh?"

"No need to guess.  Just keep going and find out for yourself," I said as I
rubbed my fingers through his hair.

He grabbed the band on the front of my shorts and pulled them out so he
could peek inside.  He smiled, and quickly reached in to free the beast.
He ran his hand over the exposed shaft and leaned in to kiss it, as if
saying hello.  He wasted no time after that to pull my underwear all the
way off and return between my legs.  He put his head on my thigh and let
his fingers play with the full length of my shaft as he watched it.  Then
he slowly leaned in to lick it and play with my balls.

"I think I'm in love with your cock," he gushed.

"Well before you two start dating, how about you stand up so I can get
those pants off and our boys can get acquainted with each other?"

He took a firm hold of my cock and gave it a couple strokes before he stood
up.  I grabbed his hips and pulled him right up to me.  I eased his zipper
the rest of the way down and slid his pants down his legs.  I didn't say
anything as I saw the protruding outline of his penis stretching his
shorts.  He kicked his pants off and shuddered slightly as my hands
explored his legs before moving to grab his ass and then his package.  I
eased the underwear down and let him kick them away as well, leaving him as
naked as I was.  I took hold of his shaft and immediately saw a bit of
pre-cum leak from the tip of his extended penis.  I wiped it and stuck the
finger in my mouth.

"Mmmmm, nice and sweet.  Someone's horny already," I smiled looking up at
him.

"I've been horny since you said you were gonna take me home," he admitted.
"I may not actually last very long when we get going.  Just so you know.
I'm better once the initial excitement of being with someone new is over."

"Don't worry.  Just because you cum, doesn't mean it's over.  We'll keep
going until you've gotten over that `initial' excitement."

"I should warn you that once I cum, I usually stop as I'm not in the mood
after that," Eric admitted.  "Normally, I end up getting dressed and
leaving.  Especially if I'm just with some random hook up."

"Good thing this is your house then.  You won't be leaving, and hopefully
I'm not just some random hookup.  I know what you mean though.  I'm like
that too sometimes.  If the guy isn't a good lay, or if I was just using
him for a quick fuck, it's a good excuse to leave."

"Exactly," he nodded as he stood there letting my play with him.  I saw
another bead of pre-cum leak out of his penis, so I wiped it again, only
this time raised my finger to let him suck it.  He didn't disappoint as he
sucked not only the tip of my finger, but the entire thing.  He worked his
tongue around it, as if letting me know what he was capable of.  Oh yeah,
we're gonna have one good session.

I stood up and moved his hand to grab both our cocks as I stared at his
face.  He grinned and licked his lips.  "Oh wow!  Please promise that
you're gonna fuck me with that," he said as he looked down to look at our
dicks in his hand.

"I've seen your ass, trust me, I'm not leaving until taken a ride in it."

"Hell yeah," he said as he quickly pushed his face against mine and we
began kissing.  I grabbed his ass to pull him tight against me which caused
him to let go of our junk and grab my ass in return.  Our cocks were
getting to know each other intimately as they rubbed together, squashed
tight against our bodies.  We were fused so tight that I could actually
feel his heart beating.  It might have been my heart beating against his
chest and echoing back, I don't know for sure.  I'm not a doctor.

I broke our kiss and pulled him onto the bed where we lay down and began
rolling around together.  We were off and running!  This wasn't going to
end now until both of us knew each other inside and out, and had given each
other exciting parting gifts.

He was the first to go down on me, and to his credit he took almost my
entire cock in his mouth, and worked my balls like he was making bread.  It
was refreshing to have a boy that knew what he was doing.  When he licked
back up my body to eventually kiss me again, I could taste my cock on him.
That mix of saliva and pre-cum.  It's an intoxicating mix.  Plus he smelled
good too.  I rolled him on his back and moved down his body, exploring it
inch by inch until I got to his hard throbbing appendage.  I didn't want to
look over eager, so I licked the shaft, played with my tongue around his
head, before working down to his balls and savouring them one at a time.  I
dropped my mouth over his cock and took him all the way, making sure he
could feel the strong suction and my tongue working it all.  He moaned
loudly and began squirming on the bed.  I paused and looked up at him.

"Let's not make you cum just yet.  I'd hate you to be done with sex before
I fuck you."

"Me too," he admitted.

"Turn over," I instructed and moved so he could roll onto his stomach.  I
pulled his legs apart and sat between them, running my hands all over his
thighs, ass and back.  "You are so fucking beautiful, and your ass is a
work of art, baby.  You mind if I take a few pictures of it before I get
all buffet on it?"

"Buffet?"

"Yeah, all I can eat!"  I said licking my lips as I turned to get my phone
out of my pants.  I moved to the side so I could snap a few shots off in
rapid succession, hoping my I wouldn't fill up the available memory space.
I wanted full length body pics as he looked great lying like that.  "Let's
get those legs open a little farther so I can get some shots of those balls
too."  I reached down and eased his legs open enough until I had the
perfect look.  You know what I'm talking about.  The one where his entire
ass is visible, along with a nice set of tight, smooth, round balls,
waiting for you to take them.  I reached under him to grab his package and
told him to push his ass up slightly, lifting it all off the bed.  He was
still rock hard, which gave me another good shot once I had him positioned
properly.  He wasn't resisting the picture taking at all, so I wasn't
resisting taking the shots.

"Push your cock down between your legs so I can see it," I suggested.  He
didn't hesitate to push it down so I could see the entire thing hanging
between his legs.  I took a few more pictures before putting the phones
aside and moved to grab his hips.  I dropped my face between his perfect
globes and shoved my tongue in as deep as it would go.

"Ahhhh.  Mmhhmmm. Aaaahhhh," he moaned as he tried to remain still while I
ate his ass with my tongue and worked his cheeks with my hands.  I'm sure
he must have coated himself in a fruit and syrup mixture, as there was no
way he could be this tasty naturally.  I was so hard and into a sexual
frenzy that I was having a tough time concentrating, while all I really
wanted to do was get up inside him and pound him into dust.  I pulled his
cock between his legs and added that, and his balls, to the amazing
tonguing he was getting.  He was squirming around so much that I wish I'd
had tie down straps.

"I figure another twenty minutes in here and you'll be ready for my thick
cock," I said as I paused licking while rubbing his balls and the back of
his shaft.

"I'm ready now," he moaned almost incoherently.  "Please fuck me!"

I stopped and began to push him back flat on the bed, making sure I gave
him proper cock adjustment as he went down.  Nothing worst than laying on a
hard cock the wrong way.  I made sure it was up along his stomach parallel
to the bed.  That's the most comfortable position for this kind of fuck.  I
moved on top of him and rubbed my erection up and down his ass crack,
placing my full weight on him as I leaned in to nibble on his ear.  He was
gently moving his ass back and forth in time with my cock, and I've fucked
enough guys to know he was eagerly awaiting the main event.  I hitched up a
bit and placed my cock at his entrance to tease him as I reached over to
his night table to grab the lotion he had there.  I had no idea if he had
real lube somewhere, and at the moment I didn't care.  I squirted some into
my hand and eased it down between us, slicking up his hole and my cock.  I
felt him take a big deep breath in anticipation of my next move, which was
to press the head of my hardon against his rosebud and enter him.  I think
he moaned in appreciation as I penetrated his outer ring.  As I slid into
him, he gripped the bed and stayed still, just breathing rhythmically.

"You okay?"  I asked out of consideration, more than out of really caring.

"Perfect," he sighed.  "I love a big cock in me.  Feels so amazing."

I pushed up a bit to watch myself disappear into my new friend and he
seemed to appreciate every inch that took him.  I was in pretty quickly and
began to fuck him.  It was pretty obvious from his squirming and moaning
that he truly enjoyed being a bottom.  The faster and deeper I went, the
louder he moaned.  At one point, he reached up to grab my head and pull it
down so we could kiss.

"Oh god," he cried out as we kissed.  "Fuck me harder!"

I was more than happy to accommodate the request, before I slowed down and
pulled out.

"Did you cum?"  He asked looking back at me.

"No.  Not yet.  Turn over so I can see your face while we're fucking."

He eagerly flipped onto his back and threw his legs up so I could get
between them. He placed them on my shoulder and reached out to take hold of
my penis.  "Damn that's a nice cock.  You can fuck me anytime you want.
Anytime.  Anywhere!"

"Anywhere?  Really?"

"Really.  Take me in the middle of a nun convention at the religious right
convention in Dubai.  I wouldn't care."

"Oddly specific," I chuckled as I pushed back inside him quickly.  He took
my cock with little to no effort and the farther I went in, the bigger his
smile became.  Like the two were mutually exclusive.  "What if I stripped
you in front of Casey and took you on his bed?"

"God, that'd be hot and fuckin' scary at the same time.  But I'd totally be
into it," he said as he grabbed my ass and pulled me the rest of the way
inside.  I leaned down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms and legs around
me so that I couldn't have gotten away if I'd wanted to.  We fucked like
that for a couple minutes before I sat up.  I grabbed his ankles and threw
his legs wide open so I could watch myself fuck him.  He moved his hand to
rub my stomach, watching me closely.  I was having a lot of trouble not
finishing inside him too soon, as I really wanted this to last.  I think he
was having the same trouble, because anytime I reached for his hard,
leaking cock, he moved my hand off it.  I think he was right on the edge.
We had both found the perfect rhythm for the fuck which made it that much
sweeter.

Suddenly his bedroom door opened and his roommates walked in.  "Get out!!"
Eric screamed as they moved closer.  He grabbed a pillow and shoved it
beside us to block their view of where we were joined.  Although it was
impossible to not know what we were doing.

"I told you.  You owe me 20 bucks," Brian said to Liam.

"Guess you were right," Liam replied as he fished a 20 out of his pants and
handed it to Brian.  "Brian bet me that your friend here was gonna fuck
you.  Just so you know, we're cool if you're gay, but we're still
straight."

"Can you guys get out...," Eric begged almost sounding like he wished the
bed would open up and swallow him so he could disappear.

"Or you could both stay for a blowjob.  I love straight boy cock, and I'd
be happy to get to know both of you better," I offered, getting a lot of
evil stare from Eric.

"I'm out," Liam remarked.  "Next time, don't be gay so I don't lose 20
bucks.  Just joking dude, but give me one I can win next time."  He turned
and left, closing the bedroom door behind him, leaving Brian with us.

"So that leaves you," I said smiling at Brian as I moved the pillow off the
side of us to allow the roommate to see us again.  I dropped one of Eric's
legs to really give Brian a better view.  When Eric went to cover his
erection, I grabbed his hand to prevent it.  "With those skinny jeans
you're wearing, it really doesn't leave much to the imagination.  From the
look of that bulge off to the left, I'd say someone is horny."

Brian looked down and made quick adjustment, although he didn't really have
a lot of real estate to move the extended member to with his jeans being
that tight.  "I am definitely horny, but that's pretty normal."

"Then maybe skinny jeans aren't your best idea," I smirked as I pulled all
the way back, leaving just the tip of my cock in Eric, before I slammed
back in.  "Don't be shy dude.  I've smoked lots of straight boy pole and
have never had a customer leave unhappy or unsatisfied.  If you think your
girlfriend does a good job, then you'll be in for a rude awaking after I
blow you."

"You're saying you're so good that I'd never like head from a chick again?"
he clarified.  "That's your sales pitch?  That if I do it with you, I'd
never want girls again?"

Eric laughed nervously for the first time since the interruption.

"Nice, but no.  I'm saying that if you finally get an amazing blowjob for
once, you'll be able to tell the girls what you like and how to do it
better.  If you've never had a Lamborghini, you still think a Camaro is a
hot sports car."

"And you're the Lamborghini?"  He asked as he adjusted his crotch again.  I
don't even know why he's playing this game.  He knew that I knew that he
was going to get blown, so why delay the inevitable?

"Come for a ride and find out," I teased as I leaned down and licked Eric's
nipples before sitting back up and slamming him a couple more times, taking
hold of the firm erection in front of me and stroking it so that Brian
could see it clearly.  Eric moaned as I worked him.  I have no idea if it
was a real moan, or one just to show off to his roommate.  Brian gave a
small pause as he watched us, then slowly popped the top button on his
jeans.  I almost cheered.  He popped the second and third buttons, and I
almost came in Eric with anticipation.  He was wearing equally skimpy
underwear that would rival diver's speedos. He wiggled the jeans down his
legs, and they were so tight that it was taking a lot longer than a normal
pair of pants that would just fall on their own.  If I hadn't been balls
deep in Eric, and if I'd had scissors, I'd already have had that boy bent
over the bed, cutting off his underwear while his tight jeans around his
calves prevented him from running away.

He finally got them off and I felt exhausted for him.  He made another dick
adjustment through his briefs, although there really wasn't much left to
imagine.  The size of his cock was now pretty obvious and you could even
see that he was circumcised.  Or at least that the skin was fully retracted
in this state.  Eric had stopped watching me, and was now staring at his
roommate.  So much for the `I don't even notice anymore' bullshit.

"You might as well lose the shorts, and bring that boner over here so I can
taste it," I said bluntly.  "Better hurry, because once I cum, I'm
leaving."

Brian dropped his underwear, but kept one hand over his crotch.  Straight
boys.  Here's a thought to mull over.  You're about to get blown, why are
you worried about hiding your cock at this point?  Ideally you should be
showing it off as they'll want to know the portion size ahead of time.
Drop the shorts, fluff up the cock and balls and stand proud, waiting to be
serviced.

"This is like waiting for a plane that never takes off.  You're almost
there, dude.  Just step up on the bed and bring that cock over here.  I'll
start slow to give you a bit more than your normal five seconds."

Eric laughed.  "Sic burn."

"Shut up, Eric," Brian said looking at him as walked to the side of the
bed.  I pushed his hip slightly to move him closer to Eric's head.  "I last
more than five seconds.  When I'm with a chick I can go all night."

"Yeah, but 7 hours and 59 minutes of sleep in an eight-hour sex session
isn't something to brag about," Eric teased.

"Like you'd know anything about sex, virgin!" he retaliated, taking us both
by surprise.

"Dude, I literally have a cock up my ass right now.  I don't think I'd be
considered a virgin.  Plus he's been fucking me for 20 minutes and neither
of us have cum yet.  I'd say I know how to have sex."

I figured I better get to work on the straight boy before this turned into
a pissing competition and I was down wind.  Then they'd both not want sex.
"Eric, he's your roommate, how about you do the honours first?  I'm sure
he's waved it around in front of you so much that he's earned a taste of it
by now.  Open your mouth," I said as I grabbed Brian's erection and pushed
it down towards Eric, who opened his mouth.  I helped connect the two
together, which shut both of them up pretty fast.  I had both of Eric's
legs back on my shoulders and was gently fucking him I watched the guys in
front of me.  I noticed Brian was not only watching Eric blow him, but
casually glancing over to see me fucking his roommate as well.

"Eric.  Grab hold of Brian's ass to hold him steady, and really deep throat
that cock."

I let that go on for another minute, before I leaned down and joined Eric,
first by licking Brian's shaft, then taking the cock from Eric completely
so I could taste it.  Then we shared it from either side, before I told
Eric to stop.

Brian moaned as Eric pulled the head of the cock out of his mouth.  "I was
almost there," he complained.

"I could tell.  Not quite ready for you to cum yet.  I think you should
have some control.  Kneel on the bed and straddle Eric's head so you can
really face fuck him.  Don't worry, he can handle it.

Brian didn't hesitate as he got on the bed, placing his legs on either side
of Eric's chest.  He inched forward until he was in a position for Eric to
open his mouth and willingly accept the straight boy cock.  As Brian leaned
forward and held onto the headboard, I now had a perfect view of his ass.
And what an ass it was.  It was medium size with two smooth round bubble
globes on each side of the crack.  I reached out to touch it and it was as
firm as it looked.  I ran my hands all over him and then down inside his
crack before feeling through to his balls. He never tried to stop me as he
rested on the headboard allowing both of us to resume use him.  This is the
point in taking a straight boy where their brain has shut off, and they
understand it's more beneficial to enjoy what's happening, over the phobia
of having sex with another guy.  It's a blissful moment.  Sandwiched
between `I don't think we should' and `god don't tell anyone what we did'.
That last one usually happened post cum, when instant regret sets in, until
the next time they bone up with no girl to take care of it.

I moved forward, bending Eric in half as I went down to lick Brian's ass.
When he didn't try to stop me, I wrapped my arms around Eric's legs so I
could get to Brian's cheeks and pull them open.  I plunged my tongue into
him and got an instant moan out of him.  I slicked up his hole thoroughly
before running my finger around his hole and gently pressing.  This seemed
to be the limit of what Brian was ready to accept as he quickly reached
back to remove my hand from his ass.  I didn't resist, and simply dropped
my face back down and retuned to tongue probing him.  Eric was lying there
sucking his roommates dick, and considering it was their first time, you'd
have thought there would have been more excitement from them.  Brian was
resting against the headboard to support himself, while he was getting head
and being rimmed.  Meanwhile, I'm balancing fucking Eric, by bending him in
half so I could lick deep into straight boy ass.  Who writes these scripts?
One time I wanna be the one to just lie there and be used by horny guys.
Okay, I did that yesterday...I think, but no one wrote a script for me.  I
was just too exhausted to participate.

"Have you been fucked before, Brian?" I asked, as it seemed like now was
the ideal time for a conversation.

"No."

"Never had a cock in there before?"

"No.  Not really," he said.

"Not really?  That's not usually a `not really' type question.  It's more
of a yes or no type."

"I've not been fucked, but I've played with my ass before.  I wanted to
find the prostate that you keep reading about.  I tried a finger first, but
that didn't really do anything.  Then I tried other stuff."

"Like candles, carrots, cucumbers?"

"Yeah.  Not cucumbers.  Those looked way to big to fit in my ass.  It felt
good, but not like you read about.  I don't think my prostate is as
sensitive as other guys."

"It probably is, but it's like jerking off.  It feels good, maybe even
amazing...until you have someone else jerk you off.  Then you realize how
much better it is.  Like a blowjob.  If you suck your own dick, it's never
as good as when someone else does it."

"I wouldn't know.  I can't suck my own dick.  If I could, I wouldn't leave
my bedroom," he replied turning to give me a bit of a smirk.

"Said every straight guy ever.  Do you guys not realize how gay that
sounds?  Not that I'm objecting.  I'd make popcorn and watch hours of
straight boys sucking themselves off.  Seems strange that you'd be fine
bending yourself into a pretzel to suck yourself, but as soon as you're
offered a 69 to help out a friend, you go all homophobic."

"I'm not homophobic," he said quickly.

"I think that's pretty obvious," I said with a grin.  "I was speaking more
in general terms.  Why did you start playing with your ass?"

"I was curious.  Figure you never learn something if you don't explore it.
I guess I thought it would be more fun than it was."

"Have you ever thought of trying anal sex for real?"  I asked as I leaned
back in to probe his hole with my talented tongue.  It was making me
hornier, which was giving Eric the benefit of my throbbing cock inside him
as I fucked harder.

"I've thought about it, sure, but never acted on it.  Usually it's when
I've been horny fingering my ass," he admitted.

"Well, here's your chance to find out.  You're naked with two gay guys.
Just sit back and I'll guide Eric into you.  It'll let you know whether you
have sensitive prostate or not," I offered. I could almost hear Eric
silently screaming at me.  I have a tendency to ignore silent screams, or
muffled ones through balls gags, or a chloroform rag.  Basically, if I want
it, I go for it.

"Maybe one day, but not right now.  I'm pretty close as it is," he replied
quickly.  I reached between his legs to fondle his balls as I put some
extra effort into rimming him.

"Oh god," he cried out just before he took a large inhale of air and began
to jerk spasmodically.  Eric's eyes indicated that he was receiving the
reward for his action, and I think Brian must have had a big load as Eric
coughed and pulled the cock out of his mouth as the last spurt of it landed
on his face. "Jesus that was intense," he exclaimed as he almost flew off
the bed and grabbed his underwear to pull them on, followed by his pants.

"Thanks.  Eric, just so you know, I'm cool with you being gay, and you're a
pretty decent cocksucker."

"Only one of my talents.  How long have you known I was gay?"  Eric asked
as he lay there with jizz partially over his face.

"Since the first day we moved in together.  You brought that blond kid over
to hang out in your room.  When he wandered out naked to go take a shower,
it wasn't hard to figure out what you were doing.  Plus, dude.  Your room
smells like cum 24/7.  Worse than Liam's.  Only difference is you don't
have crusty socks everywhere.  Don't worry, if you're keeping it a secret,
we won't say anything."

"Did Liam know I was gay?"

"No.  I mean he does now.  Justin's dick in your ass kinda gave it away.
Liam's not the type to figure shit out on his own.  He kinda has to be
shown visuals."

"So why did you show him now?"  Eric asked sounding confused.

"I needed 20 bucks and I'm guessing you were tired of hiding it,
considering how many guys you've been bringing home lately.  I knew none of
them were study partners."

"Some were.  Most weren't though," he acknowledged.

"Yeah.  Thanks guys.  That was...let's say educational.  I might be open to
learning more at some point, professor," he said as he turned and left.

"Holy shit.  So THAT just happened," he said as he wiped the cum off his
face with his fingers and put them in his mouth.  I watched as he
completely cleaned himself like a cat.  The licking of his fingers all over
when he finished was the defining moment.

"Are you ready to finish the fuck we started before we were interrupted?"
I inquired.

"My ass is a little sore," he complained.

"Don't remember asking," I said looking at him as I lifted his legs back
onto my shoulders and lubed up my cock.  "I asked if you wanted to finish
the fuck."

"Hell yeah," he nodded smiling.  I plunged deep into him and began to fuck,
slamming my hips back and forth with as much force as I could get.  I
wanted him to remember this fuck, although something tells me all he'll
remember about this day is his roommate.  I moved positions so I was more
on top of him and dropped my face so we could kiss as I slammed his hole,
using my full weight to get as deep as possible, and beyond.  He grabbed
his cock and began to jerk off as our breathing became heavier and more
intense.  He grabbed the back of my head, and slammed his down as deep into
me as it would go, basically trying to suck my own tongue out of my head.
He thrust up and gave a muffled cry as his whole body tensed up and he shot
his load all over us.

I was already there, so I looked at him and grinned.  "As the saying goes,
ready or not, here I cum."

I slammed him hard and let my orgasm flood his hole, pouring gallons of my
baby juice into his velvet hole.  I think we both forgot to breathe in that
moment of untold euphoria as our climaxes washed over our bodies.  Well,
his climax washed all over him.  Mine washed his insides.  It feels like it
goes for hours, but in fact it was only seconds before we had to ease back
so we could both take deep breaths and deflate into each other.  For
clarification, it was our bodies that deflated, not my penis.  That never
deflates.

I pulled out and lay beside him.  Once again, he fingered up to cum and
clean it off.  Then he rolled over and licked the remnants off me.
"Surprised you don't have your fingers up your ass to taste the that cum
too," I joked.

"I'll save that for later," he said as he lay on his side to look at me.  I
had no idea if he was joking or not.

"This was a day you'll remember," I said staring back at him.

"I'll say.  Sure wasn't expecting this when I woke up this morning."

"And I have a feeling things will only get better now that you can just
enjoy being yourself."

"Dude.  I can't believe that Brian let me suck him off.  I did not see that
coming at all."

"Really?  He came all over you.  You must have seen part of it," I joked.

"Funny.  I mean I had no idea he knew I was gay, and I sure as hell never
figured he'd be into doing anything with me...ever!"

"People will surprise you.  That's why you should always ask for something
you want, rather than assume.  If you'd told Casey you were gay five years
ago, who knows what he'd be letting you do by now."

"Casey?  I think the most he would have done is not been shy changing in
front of me," he said directly.

"I dunno.  I think he might have discussed the cam shows he's doing.  Maybe
gotten your advice instead of mine.  I mean he only asks me because I'm gay
and he figures I know what his viewers would want to see.  What would you
have told him?"

"Probably that they want to see him naked and hard, and watch him cum.
Just like he's doing."

"If you were watching a guy like Casey, that's all you'd want to see?"

"God, no.  I'd want to see him get a good hard dicking so deep it made him
almost puke," he said giving a bit of an evil grimace.

"Someone has straight boy issues," I laughed.

"I just like seeing their faces when they realize they like it.  I mean did
you see Brian?  He came so hard, he almost passed out.  He's gonna be back
for more isn't he?"

"I think that'd be a safe bet," I nodded.  "But now that Casey knows you're
gay, that makes us competitors, right?"

"Huh?  Why?"

"Well, before I knew about you, I had a clear path to taking that boy's guy
on guy virginity.  Now I have to speed up my timeline so I get it before
you."

"You were planning on having sex with Casey?"

"Not planning so much as I AM going to have sex with Casey.  I'm going to
fuck that boy until he screams my name and tells me he loves me."

Eric laughed.  "Holy shit.  But seriously, you know that'll never happen,
right?  I've known him forever, and today was the first time I've seen him
without his clothes."

"And that's because I had you both do it.  Don't forget, I saw Casey naked
the first day I met him, and I watched him jerk off for his cam show."

"That's still a long way from having sex with him," he reasoned.

"I've already planted the seed, so he's already thinking about how far he'd
be willing go to make money on his show.  Jump in and offer to help him
out."

"I could try, but I'm pretty confident that he'll say no.  At least I got
to meet you.  Maybe we can become friends."

"I really enjoyed meet you too, and your roommates.  Now that you have my
cum in your ass, it's safe to say we're already friends."

"Cool."

"What you should do is bring Brian over to Casey's and we'll have a
four-way."

"As much as I like a good fantasy, THAT is one that will never happen."

"Oh, how much you have to learn.  Challenge accepted.  But first, you and I
will fuck in front of Casey to get him horny."

"Or puking.  Straight boys aren't really into watching other guys go at it.
They don't even like to see us kissing, but they love seeing girls do it."

"Before I go, tell me.  Is Liam's cock as big as the rest of him, or is he
steroid dick?"

Eric held up his pinky and waved it.

"Thought so," I laughed as jumped off the bed and got dressed.

"You want a shower?"

"No, I'm good.  If I jump in the shower with you, I'm never gonna get home,
but I look forward to the next time I see you."

"Me too," he said as he watched me get dressed.  He walked me to the door
and kissed me goodbye.  As I drove home, I made sure to put a note in his
contact info that he was definitely worth more than one fuck.  I'll be
riding that ass again, and soon.

I heard from Casey a few hours later when he told me he'd done his show but
only made 50 bucks.  "I think it's time look at doing something different
for the shows, like maybe do one from your place, if that's still an
option."

"Of course, but I also think we should do some stuff to raise your profile
online, and work out things for them to buy and subscribe to."

"Sounds good to me.  Like what?"

"We can figure that out later.  Why don't you come over tomorrow and we'll
work on it?"

"Cool.  So?  How'd it go with Eric?  Did you two hook up?"

"That's something you should ask Eric.  It wouldn't be right if I told you
how it felt as he deep throated my python down to the balls, or how tight
his incredibly sweet ass was after I'd tasted his delicious..."

"Okay.  Sorry I asked.  Jesus, you could have just said yes."  I could
almost hear him dry heaving and rolling his eyes.  We arranged a time to
meet on Sunday.

I spent the rest of the week hanging out with the family and doing normal
family things.  At least normal for our unique family.  Colin and & I took
Blake and J.J. to the Museum of Anthropology at the University.  I think
they mostly enjoyed themselves although some of the stuff was really
boring.  I guess you have to expose kids to some cultural things as you
never know what they'll grow up to become an expert in.  I loved the fact
that J.J. and Blake stopped frequently to take selfies together in front of
different exhibits.  It was nice to see them bonding, which was the whole
point of the day out with them.  We stopped and had dinner at the Spaghetti
Factory in Gastown, as both boys agreed on it, so why fight it?  After that
it was off to a movie, where the large popcorn was almost bigger than
J.J. and there was enough pop to have a bath in.  I know we have a media
room at home, but somehow, it's just not the same.

By the time we got the boys home, they were both exhausted, and I smiled
when Blake suggested they should both sleep in J.J.'s room tonight.  Blake
explained to me in private that he thought it would help J.J. get used to
his new room.  Pretty smart thinking.  Surprised I didn't think of it
first.

Sunday, I drove over to get Casey so we could work on increasing his online
presence for his shows.  I was surprised to see Eric with him.

"You don't mind if Eric joins us, do you?  He and I have been talking a lot
about the stuff we learned about each other, and he's got some cool ideas
for my show too.  I guess you were right about gay guys knowing what guys
like, huh?"

"I don't mind him joining at all.  Should be a fun day," I grinned.  "How's
it going with the roommates, Eric?"

"Were you having trouble with them?" Casey asked, looking surprised.

"No.  They're fine.  Brian has been coming in to talk to me more than
normal.  That's about the only change.  Just wish he wouldn't decide he
wanted to talk at 2am every time," he said grinning at me.  I just nodded
back.

"Hey, sometimes you get an idea in your head and you just need to work it
through.  No matter how late it is, or how hard it might be," I replied.
Eric looked away and went quiet.  Too much?

"Casey and I were talking about your suggestions on how to get him more
tips.  I said he needed to make his site more appealing.  Even his onscreen
name is boring.  Thomas.  Yuck!  It needs to be more flirty."

"I'd agree with that.  Mine is Max Bonehard," I revealed.

"Nice!  See.  Like that Case," he encouraged.  "Maybe Limpy McBreeder."

"Shut up," Casey laughed.  "What's yours then?  Slutty Gaping Hole?"

"Wow, racist much?  That's my indigenous name.  My white name is Roland
Moan."

I laughed.  "Funny.  I agree, but since you've already built followers
using Thomas, we should keep that and just add something to it.
Thomas...ummm...

"Thomas the virgin," Eric laughed.

"I'm not a virgin," Casey replied, defending himself.

"Thomas the slut, then?"  Eric teased.

"I'm fine with just Thomas."

Eric snapped his fingers.  "Thomas McWantsome."  Casey punched him on the
arm.

"We'll work on it.  You guys hungry?  Should we stop for food on the way
home?  My treat...as long as one of you puts out later."

"He's looking at you," Case said to Eric quickly.

Eric just laughed.  "Like I'd need a food bribe.  This one's all you
buddy."

We drove through the McDonald's and grabbed a bunch of stuff to get us
through, and I made my way to the house.

"This is your place, huh?" Eric said glancing around as we walked in the
front door.  "Nice.  Just like my place."

"In your dreams," Casey laughed.

"That's the one I was talking about.  The one in my dreams.  I guess you're
loaded, huh?"

"Colin is loaded.  I'm just married to him."

"You're married?  Ummm...Shit.  Sorry.  I had no idea when we..."

"It's all good. We have a very open relationship, and we both enjoy meeting
new guys.  I'm hornier than Colin, but that doesn't stop him from bringing
home his own hot boys.  If Colin WERE as horny as me, I'd never get laid.
One look at him and I'd be hung on the ugly tree to be beat with a stick."

"Graphic," Casey laughed.  "I may not be the best judge of guys, but I
can't see you being mistaken for ugly."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"You're definitely not ugly.  I mean you're pretty hot as far as I'm
concerned," Eric agreed.  "Ummm...does that mean Colin has a bigger dick
than you?"

"Size queen much?"  I laughed.  "No.  Actually that's one area where I beat
him.  I suppose that's what keeps me in the game during orgies."

"I was hoping we could spend some time around the cars planning my show.
Would that be okay?"  Casey asked getting us back on track.

"Sounds good to me.  Let's go to the garage," I suggested.  Eric spun
around to head back to the main door.

"Where you going?"  Casey asked, frowning slightly as he looked at his
friend.

"Uhhh...I thought you said we were going to the garage?"

"We are," he said playfully as he headed off towards the stairs.

"Oh, you have a door that goes right into it?  Guess I should have figured
that out," he nodded, then looked even more surprised as we headed
downstairs.  He paused to look at the pool and voiced his approval, before
he went one flight lower to the real garage.

"Holy fuck!  You're kidding me!" He exclaimed as we stood at the big
sliding doors to view the cars.  "Okay, this is officially the sickest shit
I've ever seen in my whole life.  You own all these?"

"Yep.  It's Colin main passion.  He is constantly looking for new and
unique cars."

"Fuck.  This room is giving me a boner."

"Well keep it away from me," Casey said stepping to the side with a grin.

"Yeah, you probably have one too," Eric said looking down at is friend's
crotch.

"If you two don't stop talking about boners, I'm going to get one next, and
unlike you two, I know how to use it," I warned.  We stopped talking about
boners, and checked out the cars.

As Casey was looking at one car, Eric leaned in to whisper in my ear.
"Boner.  Boner.  Boner.  Boner."

I looked at him with a bit of a smile.

"What?  You said if we keep talking about them, you'd get one," Eric
chuckled as he reached for my crotch.  "Did it work?"

"Don't worry.  Before you leave, you'll get a chance to see."

"And feel?"  He asked grinning wildly.

"And feel.  Maybe right in front of Casey." That stopped his excitement.  I
don't think he was quite that comfortable with his new relationship dynamic
between them yet.  I moved over to where Casey was.  "I think the first
thing we should do before your next show is to get some content that people
would want to buy while they watch you.  Things to get them turned on and
create a fan base."

"Like my underwear or something?"

"No.  That would be more an auction item, since that can only be sold once.
I was thinking more personal," I commented as I took them outside to the
basketball court.  "Like let's do a big photo shoot.  Give them sets of 25
pictures in various stages of undress for increasing amounts of tokens.
The first set of you doing normal things like basketball for example..."

"Sure.  I could do some sport shots," he said grabbing the ball and tossing
it into the net.

"Exactly.  But we mix it up a bit.  The first set could sell for 20 tokens
to get people interested in you, but it'd be all fully clothed.  Then we
move to a shirtless set, maybe for 35.  Do some weight lifting to show off
muscles and then some running ones.  We'll come up with some poses.  I'll
mist you with water to make you look sweaty."

"Would guys like seeing someone sweaty?"

"They will."

"Then we move to just underwear and a full set like that.  We'll switch the
underwear up, and I'll even put you in some of my designer jock type that
frame your ass.  Eric, you can help set up some of the poses and shots
too."

"I can do that.  Do you have lighting we can use?"  He asked.

"Yeah, we have several LED lights on stands that we can position for the
right look," I replied.  "Once we have all that, we'll move to the final
two sets, which you'd sell for the most tokens."

"Let me guess.  I'll be naked?"

"Hey, you're getting the hang of this," I said nodding my head and patting
him on the back.  "The first set like that will just be you doing regular
things like the basketball and swimming, only naked.  The last set will be
more erotic, and will have you with an erection.  Showering.  Jerking off.
Playing with your ass, and finally a cum shot with it all over you.  That
set will be the most expensive.  Once you're not as scared to have someone
in your show with you, we could add more pictures with two of you in the
shot.

"That seems like a lot of pictures," he reasoned.

"It is.  The idea is to take tons, then make the sets.  You also group them
into activities."

"Huh?"

"Like when we take the basketball ones.  You play a few shots fully
clothed, then shirtless, in underwear and finally naked and with an
erection.  They all go into the first few sets for sale, but we also make a
`basketball set.  Same pictures, but grouped differently to provide more
options.  Do a swimming one as well.  Some in underwear, others in a small
speedo, and of course the naked and wet ones where you're coming up out of
the water. Trust me, some will buy both."

"Nice.  Should we do some of those pictures now so I can upload some to see
that the reaction is?"

"Would love to.  We'll also make sure that the sets are on your only fans
site too.  More value for their subscription.  We'll need to do a few
videos as well."

"Let's run the video while we do the pictures.  You can edit them any way
you want after that," Eric suggested.  "I could run that camera."

"Good.  We have a plan."

"Ummm, I have a question.  Will I get these pictures to take with me, or
are you keeping them?"

I smiled.  "You'll take them home and sort out the ones you like and don't
like and create your own sets.  After all it is your show and a way for you
to make money.  You should do the work.  Hopefully you'll let me keep a
copy of it all," I grinned.

"Sure.  Just fork over the tokens," he laughed as he held his hand out.

"Oh yeah?"  I chuckled.  "You haven't heard my price for being your
photographer."

"Which is?"

"I'm reasonably priced.  I figure for the pictures, a blowjob."

"You want me to blow you?"  He asked looking like that was a major
surprise.

"Ideally, that would be incredible, but for this I was thinking more along
the lines of me giving you a toe curling blowjob."

"I should get paid for being your helper," Eric added with a smile.

"And what would you like as payment?"  I said putting my arm around his
waist.

"I'm not greedy.  I'll accept donations of whatever you think my services
are worth."

I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Hell yeah!  That works."

"What did you say?"  Casey asked.

"I told him we'd fuck."

"Oh," Casey replied, probably realizing he shouldn't have asked.

"So do I get my payment for being your photographer?"  I asked turning back
to Casey.

"I think I can handle that.  I've been getting myself ready for it ever
since you suggested it.  It might not end up being today though if we do
all those pictures.  Usually when I cum, I'm kinda done with sex things."

"Understandable.  I have no problem waiting until you're good and horny."

We grabbed the cameras and the lighting and set up for the first few shots
of Casey, which started out with casual shots of him just doing things
around the house fully clothed.  I had him do dozens of poses while Eric
helped get him positioned properly.  There were the usual hands behind the
head while you stare into the camera.  The standing sideways and twisting
your body forward.  The pouty look and smiles and anything else I could
think of.  From there we moved to the shitless pictures, which were just a
lot more poses of the same thing, followed by underwear shots.  Both Eric
and I were more than happy with these pictures, as we had Casey in and out
of various styles and colours of shorts, including the assless ones.  We
made him change in front of us, obviously.  He was nervous at first, but
soon relaxed and enjoyed himself.  The sports shots had him in shorts and a
t-shirt first, followed by slowly getting him undressed until he was fully
naked and doing layups, which sound sexy, but they're not.  It's just him
jumping up to put a basketball in the net.  We moved to the pool and did a
full set there before taking a break.  I had Eric strip and get in the pool
with Casey to assist him in getting the right poses for me.  I probably
didn't need him to do that, but how is it a bad thing having them both
naked together?

Both guys dried off and jumped back into clothes as we stopped for snacks
and drinks.

"Hey!  You guys gonna do sex pictures next?"  Blake said scaring the crap
out of us as he appeared out of nowhere, with Darcy beside him.  "Wanna
take some of me and Darcy?"

"Where'd you come from?"  I asked, looking around to see if we had an
interdimensional rift somewhere nearby.

"Well, you see when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they..."

"Shut up," I said as he giggled.

"We've been watching you from the balcony when you were outside, and on the
video when you came indoors.  You're a pretty good model," Blake told
Casey.

"Thanks.  No girlfriend today?" He replied, obviously trying to ignore the
fact the he'd been watched by the younger guys.

"Not today.  Darcy and me do karate practice.  That would make good
pictures.  You in a gi, sparring with us," he suggested.

"It would, but since Casey isn't into karate, we don't want to present a
topic he knows nothing about."

"That would make it tough to explain to viewers if they asked me things
about it, for sure," Casey agreed.

"What viewers?"  Darcy asked.  "Are you a You Tuber?"

"No.  I just talk to a lot of people online sometimes and these pictures
just help my image."

"Do you sell them?"  Blake inquired.

"Hopefully that's the idea."

"How much are you charging?  Can I buy some?"

"Blake.  How about you just focus on your own friends for now?"

"Good idea.  Come on Darcy, let's grab my camera and take some pictures of
you and me, especially the naked type with boners," he said as they took
off quickly.

"Are they gay?"  Eric asked, watching them run off.  "Who are those kids?"

"Sorry, I should have introduced you.  He just never gave me a chance.  The
talkative one was Blake.  He's my son.  The other is his friend Darcy."

"Your son?"  I'm confused.  Am I living in some alternate reality?  How are
you married with a teenage son?  You look our age."

"I am your age.  Well a couple years older, but basically the same.  Blake
is adopted.  He's 14 and Darcy is 16."

"Yeah.  Alternate reality.  I would have guessed Blake was 16 and the other
guys was 14."

"That's a usual reaction.  Darcy is gay, whereas Blake is fluid.  In fact,
if Blake gets any more fluid he'll become gas," I joked.

"I met Blake the last time I was over here," Casey explained.  "He was with
his girlfriend, and trust me that little dude is a player.  He had her in
the pool eating her pussy when we walked by the first time, and the second
time he was giving her a good hard plowing.  Didn't phase him at all that
we were walking by."

"Wow.  I'm pretty open, but I'd freak out if someone barged in on me having
sex," Eric said, causing me to raise my eyebrows and stare at him with a
smirk.  "Well, at least until I realize they may want to join in.  I'd
still freak for a second."

"Alright boys.  Break is over.  Let's head up to the bedroom."

"For sex?"  Eric said standing upright, looking eager.

"To finish the next two sets and get this done," I replied as we grabbed
the lights and cameras.

"It could still be sex," Eric mumbled just loud enough for us to hear.

I had Casey get naked, as we had enough shots of him with clothes on for
now.  I started him out on the balcony, which had a great backdrop of the
trees in the yard and the ocean beyond that.  He did several poses there
which gave us nice frontal shots, and even better ones of his ass as he
leaned against the rails staring off to the horizon.  I could never
actually be a professional photographer.  Do you have ANY idea how
difficult it is resisting the temptation to fuck the guy as he's bent over
like that?  Especially since I haven't had him at all yet.

"Eric, take your clothes off and go stand beside him.  Let's get some nice
shots of best friends together."

I took some great pictures of the two of them, and although at times Casey
looked very nervous, it didn't show on camera at all.  I think the shot he
tensed up the most for was when I had Eric kneel down beside him.  His dick
was only inches from Eric's face and how he resisted the temptation to lean
in and pop it into his mouth, I'll never know.  That takes incredible
willpower.  I mean he didn't even have a boner at this point.  That's skill
right there.  I'm sure Casey must have been thinking that something was
going to happen as he couldn't get out of that pose fast enough.  If he
wants to be even better friends with Eric, he should have just turned to
face him.  What do I know, I'm only the photographer?

We moved from the balcony to the shower, which being as open as it was,
made some of the shots feel like we were still outside.  I told Eric to
stay naked as we set up the showers shots we wanted.  I even had the boys
wash each other, which did allow for a little more personal contact.  The
look on Casey's face when Eric shoved the bar of soap down along his crack
was definitely photo worthy and might just be the best one of the whole
lot.  Figured we could build on that, so I had the boy's wash each other's
junk.  Eric got hard first, which was to be expected, but Casey reacted as
well, despite it being a guy that was stroking him.  I took plenty of those
shots, but I didn't push it with them.  Once they were fully hard, I had
Eric step out and let Casey finish his shower, encouraging him to play with
himself as he rinsed off.  I mean if he's going to sell nudes of himself,
the ones where he's hard and jerking off would be worth more than any of
the others.  Unless we get the cum shot.  As they say in the adult film
business...that's the money shot.

We finished the shoot on the bed where I had Casey do some of the classic
porn shots, showing off how sexy he could be.  It was a bit stiff...not the
penis...his movements as he wasn't really sure how to pose, but we gave him
a lot of help.  I suggested the cum shots to him, but he wasn't prepared to
go that far yet.  He said if these all sold well, he'd consider it.

While I was taking the shots of him on the bed, Eric leaned in and
whispered in my ear.  "You're gonna need to fuck me when we're finished
here."

"Why wait.  I'll let Casey take selfies, and I'll take you over there on
the couch," I whispered back.

"I'm sure he'll like that," Eric said facetiously.

"Let's take a break.  I think we have enough pictures for you to build
quite a few sets for sale.  Hopefully this should make you some money.  If
they do well, then the next thing I suggest is we make a short jerk off
video for them to buy.  That's where you can have a good cum shot and
really give them their money's worth."

"So I'd be like a porn star?"  Casey said as he swung his legs off the bed
and stood up.  I was actually surprised that he didn't rush to jump back in
his clothes.

"A solo artist," I smiled.  "Anyway, I'm sure lots of guys record your
shows and jerk off to it afterward, so why not get paid for it yourself
instead of letting them have it for free?"

"I always forget that they could record me.  God, what if someone uploads
it to the internet?"

"That's why you have the watermark on your show.  You just contact the
website hosting it, and tell them to remove it.  You own the rights to your
performance."  I'm not sure it's that easy but it's either saying it like
that or risky having him being neurotic and possibly stop doing his shows.
That would not benefit anyone.

"Let's go swimming," Eric suggested.

"We already did," Casey replied quickly as we stood there talking.

"That was just for your pictures.  Let's just go hang out for fun."

"Unwinding after that is a good idea.  We could hit the foam room
afterward," I suggested.  "Have either of you been to a foam party before?"

"Not me," Casey replied.

"Me neither," Eric agreed.

"This is kinda like that, and I think you'll enjoy it.  It's something
different, that's for sure."

We made our way to the pool with both Casey and Eric wrapped in towels for
the walk there.  I guess posing for pictures is different than strolling
through someone else's house without clothes.  But to their credit, they
both dropped the towels and skinny dipped.  Casey and Eric's friendship has
come a long way since I first met them.  I think I can take credit for some
of that.  I don't get any sort of trophy or award until I get them to sleep
together though.  The Academy of Sex and Coercion does have very specific
rules in order to be nominated.

I'd set the foam room for half bubbles, meaning that it would fill the
entire room to the ceiling.  That can be a bit intimidating.  Plus I wanted
to see faces and chests as they experienced it for the first time.  "I
think the foam room should be ready," I told the guys.  "Shall we head in
there?"

"I'm ready to check it out," Eric said first, with Casey agreeing.

"Just don't get all straight boy on us in there.  Relax and have fun," I
warned Casey.

"Whatever that's supposed to mean," he said shaking his head as he got out
of the pool and held his hand over his junk.  THAT's what I mean.

Eric and I followed him out and I led them to the foam room.  As soon as I
opened the door and they saw the bubbles, they turned into little kids.  As
they waded through the foam up to their chests, they batted them aside, and
began throwing them at each other, which typically leads to piling bubbles
on each other and then creating hats, beards and anything else your imagine
allows.  These two were no different.  We went from 20 to 12 in seconds.

"Check this out Eric," I said as I went up and hugged him against me and
slid our chests back and forth.

"That's insane.  Try it Casey," he said as he went up to his friend and
rubbed his chest against him.

"Damn.  These bubbles are slippery huh?"  Casey replied.  He had a bit of
`be a straight boy' and a bit of `be a kid', mixed in together.  The
straight boy was hesitant to rub against his best friend, while the kid
side obviously wanted to do more of it.  "This would make a pretty cool
show in here."

"Especially if you have someone else join you," I suggested.  "So many
things you could have on a tip menu using the bubbles."

"Like what?"  Eric asked as he piled a handful of bubbles on Casey's head
and created a pointy hat on him.  Casey checked himself out in the mirror
before giving Eric a beard.

"Like you could create things on each other like you've just done.  Then
when it turns a little more sexual, you create designs around your junk.
Sometimes hiding it, sometimes exposing it, while hiding everything else."

"Oh my god! That would be hilarious," Casey said excitedly.  "We have only
our dicks showing while every other part of us is hidden.  That'll look
insane."

"Make it even hotter and get the guys crazy horny for you as you bone up
while that's all that is showing.  They'll wonder what the hell is going on
behind the bubble wall."

"Nice," Casey laughed as I had some music start and moved behind Eric.  I
pulled him against me so we could dance to the tunes.  If course I made
sure my dick was sliding back and forth across his ass cheeks, while I
rubbed his chest and played with his nipples.  Casey was keeping his
distance, but still enjoying playing with the bubbles as he checked out how
it looked in the mirror.

I reached around to take hold of Eric's cock, which as I'd expected was
rock hard.  I gently masturbated him as we danced.  He moaned slightly.

"See, I told you this room was fun.  You could spend hours in here."

"I'll say," Eric replied as he reached back to take hold of my dick as
well.  He stroked it a few times before running it up and down his ass
crack.  He stopped when he felt it touch his hole, and I could feel him
trying to get it in.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear.  "Not yet."  I pulled back and spun
him to face me so we could slide around against each other some more.
While Casey was being mister narcissist in the mirror, I gave Eric a small
kiss before I pointed down and grinned.  He looked like he might be about
to disagree, so I put my hand on his shoulders and pushed him down until he
disappeared into the bubbles.  He got the idea pretty quick as he slipped
my dick into his mouth.  He got to work like a good little fag.  He grabbed
my balls and my ass, and was working himself down the full length of my
shaft, trying to get the perfect rhythm to be able to deep throat me.

"Where'd Eric go?"  Casey asked once he'd turned around.  I pointed down
into the bubbles.

"What's he doing down there?"

"Tying his shoes," I replied sarcastically.  "I know straight boys are not
known for their sexual knowledge, but even you should be able to figure out
what a naked gay guy is doing on his knees in front of another naked gay
guy."

"Oh.  You mean he's...?"

I smiled when Eric's hand rose up out of the foam like the sword Excalibur
and then gave us the thumbs up, before slowly disappearing again.

"I'll say.  He's got me down to the balls and licking the shaft like he's
trying to strip paint."

"TMI, dude.  Is he good at it?" Casey inquired as he moved closer to me.
We apparently had his attention.

"Well, there's only one way to find out."

"I've had chicks give me head before, so that's pretty awesome."

"Not always.  Not if they don't know how to cover the teeth.  Some of them
are real pecker wreckers."

"Isn't that the truth.  Last chick I had did more shredding than if I'd had
a great white blowing me.  I'm sure that bitch had canine teeth, but once I
gave her some pointers, it was still good getting head."

"That's where you slap `em on the head and tell them to do better."  I
playfully slapped Eric on the head.  "Do better."

I felt Eric gently bite down on my cock and yelped.

"What happened?"  Casey asked, sounding concerned.

"Nothing, but he's about to get bitch slapped if he bites down on it
again," I warned, then gasped.  "Whoooo yeah!"

"What?  What's happening? Casey inquired.  Funny how that works isn't it?
He doesn't want to know his friend is blowing me, but he also doesn't want
to miss out on how it's going.  Like staring at traffic accident.  You
don't really want to see it, but you can't stop scanning it to see if you
can get the whole picture.

"He just shoved a couple fingers up my ass," I gasped again as I rose up on
my toes and reached out to hold Casey's waist to steady myself.  I reached
back to pull Eric's finger out of my ass so I could relax a bit.  "Don't
make me cum, Eric.  I wanna save that for when I fuck you."

We both laughed when the hand rose up out of the bubble again with the
thumbs up.  I had kept my hand around Casey's waist and subtly pulled him
closer.  I turned my head to look at him and in a low voice, whispered to
him.  "Maybe it's time to try something new while you have the
opportunity."

He looked at me and then looked down, and then back at me again.  I nodded.
He shook his head.

"You've got the perfect person to help you make your show amazing.  Time to
see if you're able to deal with it."

I pulled my cock out of Eric's mouth and put my hand on his head and pushed
him to the side, over towards Casey.  Eric wasn't stupid, so he knew
exactly what I was doing.  I felt Casey's whole body tense up, no doubt the
first indication that Eric had touched him.  "Just let yourself enjoy it.
For now, imagine it's a hot chick, or a mermaid, hidden beneath the foam.
You can't even tell who's down there.  For all you know, I snuck in one of
the hot blonde cheerleaders from your old high school.  Right now, she's
fondling your balls and stroking your cock as she gets ready to engulf it
right down to the back of her throat," I said seductively as I continued to
hold Casey in place.  "That's your cue to fondle his balls and stroke his
cock, in case that wasn't clear, mystery person in the bubbles," I
encouraged in a louder voice.

"It's pretty obvious it's Eric...ooohhh..." he gasped suddenly "...down
there," he finished.

"You think it is, but you don't know for sure.  Who was the hottest
cheerleader on the squad?"

"Kaisley, by far!  She was every guy's wet dream.  But she's a super bad
lay," he said smirking at me.  "Fucked her once and it was so bad, my dick
actually recoiled in fear.  "She's smoking hot on the outside only.  If I
was thinking about anyone it would be Maya.  She was a wicked lay and
pretty hot too.  Not Kaisley hot, but when you put the whole package
together, she's way better."

"Sweet.  How many girls have you been with?"

"A few," he said almost proud of himself.  "Only dated like four.  The
others were more like one nighters."

"Nothing wrong with that.  Sometimes it's just about getting laid, and not
dealing with the whole relationship thing."

"Exactly," he nodded.

"Did all of them blow you when you hooked up?"

"Not all.  Most just wanted make out, and maybe get fucked.  That was
another thing Maya was better at than Kaisley.  Maya could give a decent
blowjob.  Kaisley not so much.  She was definitely a penis shredder."

"Yeah, you gotta train them.  It's pretty tough for girls to know what a
blowjob feels like, so you gotta talk them through it.  Guys know how it
feels so it's pretty easy for us.  The best cocksuckers are those that can
deep throat you right down to the balls and still need more.  They swallow
your cock whole and tug on the balls to get you worked into a nice horny
frenzy."

Casey inhaled deeply.

"Let me guess, he's deep throating it and pulling on your balls?"  Casey
just nodded, and I moved so that I was standing behind him. "Nice.  So are
you thinking of Maya down there giving it to you?"

"I'm trying, but all I can think is that the slut must have done a lot of
other guys, because she's so much better than last time," he joked.  I half
expected the thumbs up to rise out of the bubbles again.

"If it's that good, then it's time for you to participate," I smirked as I
moved my hand to rub one of his firm ass cheeks.

"I'm pretty sure I'm participating," he responded.  "It's my dick that's
being used."

"Yeah, but that's how an amateur gets head.  Put your hand on her head, and
run your fingers through her hair."

"You mean him, right?"

"Not if you're imagining it's that Maya chick.  You want the fantasy or the
reality?"

"Hands on HER head it is!"  He said, as he did as I suggested.

"Now just hold her head in place as you play with her hair and slowly move
your ass back and forth.  You don't want to be aggressive like you're
fucking her pussy.  You want to get a rhythm going so she can coordinate
her breathing with your face fuck.  Don't be afraid to go all the way in
when you thrust."

Casey looked at me as he listened.  "Never done a blowjob like this.  Most
of the time, I'm on the bed and she's between my legs."

"Again, gay friends have benefits.  You just need to learn what those
benefits are to really appreciate what you have.  Make sure you warn him
before you cum so he can go right down on you and take your load without
choking."

"You mean, she, right?"  he joked.  I smiled.  I put one hand around his
chest and pulled him back against me.  I loved how slippery the bubbles
made us as I gently rubbed my body against his.  I rubbed his ass firmly
with my other hand, making sure to ease a finger along his crack.  When he
didn't stop me, I pushed a little deeper to run the fingertip over his
rosebud.  He jumped slightly, so I did it again, only this time I paused
and purposely rubbed his entrance firmly for a few seconds.  He seemed to
respond to it, so I figure we had enough of his attention to continue
farther.  I moved my hand and eased my erection between his legs so that I
could use it to rub the underside of his balls.

"I don't wanna get fucked," he said quietly.

"You don't wanna get fucked...yet!" I replied, fusing our bodies tighter
together as I held him.  "Don't worry.  As much as I want to, I think if
anyone takes your cherry, it should be Eric.  He's your best friend.  For
now, open your legs a little to give her better access to your balls."

I expected some resistance, but he simply complied.  I immediately felt
Eric's hand reach up and take hold of my cock and use it to rub along
Casey's sac.  He did that for a bit as I took the opportunity to nibble on
Casey's neck.  He may not like it, but I was having fun, so it didn't
matter.  I almost moaned when Eric moved from sucking Casey's dick, to
sucking mine.  The guy was going back and forth between the two penises he
had available.  When he was sucking Casey, he was rubbing my cock over the
underside of Casey's balls.  At one point he pushed me back slightly and
raised my dick up along Casey's ass crack and rubbed it against his
entrance and tried to pull me inside.

"Save that for another time, Eric," I said quietly to him.  "If he was gay,
I'd be happy to enter this sweet hole.  I have a feeling he's going to be
one hot fuck when he realizes how much fun it is."

"You know I'm still here, right?" Casey asked.

"Duh.  Otherwise we're doing some weird shit with an imaginary person.
How's the blowjob going?  You seem like you're lasting longer than I'd have
expected."

"I've been pretty close a few times, but fortunately he keeps stopping.  I
guess he's sucking your dick too?"

"He is.  That's what's keeping me hard, and why he's trying to shove it
into your ass.  You wanna cum?"

"I dunno.  I mean normally, yeah, but this feels sort of surreal in a way.
Like sex, but not sex.  Like I'm here but somewhere else."

"Are straight boys always this neurotic?" I laughed.  "The question to
answer to yourself honestly is, are you actually enjoying it?"

"Honestly?  Yeah.  It's actually pretty good head.  Except that it stops
and starts."

"That's called edging and if you find someone really good at sex, they can
keep that going for hours.  Bring you right the `edge' of cumming and then
just as you think you're about to blow, they stop and let you calm down,
before they go at you again.  This builds up the excitement until you'd
pretty much do anything to be able to cum."

"So, like torture?"  Casey smirked.

"A really fun torture.  You end up begging to cum, and when it happens you
explode with a mind-blowing orgasm.  Trust me, Eric will know how to do
that way better than any girl you're gonna meet.  If he stayed down there
for much longer, you'd actually beg him to stick my cock up your ass, just
so you could finally nut one out."

"I dunno if I'd get that horny."

"You would.  I can guarantee it.  But not today.  We'll save your cherry
for the next time you get wildly horny and are begging Eric to blow you.
Eric, take a break.  I have something else in mind."

A second later, Eric stood up right in front of his best friend, smiling.
"Thanks.  That was fun.  Not to make it weird, but you've got a seriously
nice dick."

"Uhhh...thanks," he replied as I reached around to feel Eric.

"Looks like you enjoyed that a lot," I smiled as I used my other hand to
take hold of Casey's erection.  I put both cocks together and began to
stroke them, while also using my weight behind Casey to gently push them
together, effectively sandwiching Casey.  "This would make a pretty hot
show.  Two friends naked and nervous together while guys are desperately
tipping to get you to do more."

I removed my hand from their cocks, allowing them to freely touch.  I moved
so that I was behind Eric instead of Casey, and rubbed his slippery ass
cheeks before slipping a finger right up inside him.  Eric pushed his ass
back just a little to get more of my finger, but stopped short of moaning
or saying anything.  "Seeing you two like this is pretty hot.  I'm sure
your viewers would be incredibly turned on watching you guys this close.
Even if the camera just showed you from the waist up, you'd be getting lots
of people seriously horny.  No doubt, even girls.

"You think girls would wanna see this?"  Casey asked looking at me.

"Of course.  I know straight boys think it's gross seeing guys kiss, but
trust me, girls love it as much as you get hard seeing to girls doing it."

"I do get hard at that," Casey nodded as I moved Eric slightly so that the
two boys were rubbing chests and sliding over each other.  I'm pretty sure
Eric was having a lot more fun than Casey, but feeling around to their
crotches, the erections were being maintained.  I removed my finger from
Eric's ass, and replaced it with my cock that I gently slid into him.  He
stopped moving until I was fully inside and then resumed his slipping and
sliding together with Casey.  At a few points he moaned as I drilled into
him slowly but firmly.

"Dude, why are you making weird noises.  It's not that good," Casey
chastised his best friend.

"It is from where I'm standing," Eric replied.  "God, this foam room is so
perfect.  You don't need lube or anything as you're already totally
slippery."

"That's they idea.  The kids love using it like a slip and slide by pushing
the bubbles out over the deck to the pool.  Adults also use it as a slip
and slide, but no deck and no pool required."

"Well it works.  I've never felt anything like this before.  You can move a
little faster if you want," Eric said looking back at me.

The facial expression Casey gave was priceless.  It went from `this is
uncomfortably more fun than I'm admitting' to `holy shit, what are you two
doing together'.  "Are you two doing something?  Like fucking?"

"We definitely doing something like fucking," Eric replied quickly.  "I've
never felt anything so good.  I may have all my future sex in this room
from now on.  Any chance I could rent this and move in here?"

"As long as I get to ride you whenever I'm in the mood," I replied.

Casey laughed.  "Shit dude, from what I know of Justin already, you may
want to rethink that.  He's liable to be in here as much as you."

"I'm good with that.  I could invite people over for parties in my new
place."

"As much fun as these bubbles are, I think this way past my comfort level.
I accept that you both like guys, but standing here while you're having sex
is kinda creepy."

"It's only creepy because you're not participating in the actual pleasure
of it," I said as I pulled out of Eric, who moaned in disappointment.

"Eric, finish the blowjob you were giving Casey.  It's not really fair to
leave him out.  You and I can fuck anytime."

"Sure.  Sounds like a plan," he said as he quickly disappeared into the
bubbles and I, once again, went beside Casey and rubbed his ass.  Such a
firm ass.  Usually the new unused ones are.  Bounce on them a few hundred
times and they soften up a little.  I put my other hand on Casey's stomach
and rubbed his abs.  I think he's a bit ticklish as I could feel him tense
up as I explored each one.  His nipples weren't sensitive, or if they were,
he was so focused on what was happening below the 49th that he didn't
respond.

We pause for a Canadian Heritage Moment.  The 49th Parallel is the 49
degree latitude that is primarily used to identify the border between
Canada and the United States.  Canada to the north, (`we the north!')
U.S. to the south.  Sort of like being below the Mason Dixon line that you
hear of in movies.  Not sure what that refers to, but not being American, I
probably don't need to.  Basically, what I'm trying to explain is that
Casey was focused on what was happening below the line of bubbles.  Oh...I
guess I could have just said that instead of giving some long-winded
explanation that most people still don't understand.  Just for the
conclusion of the 49th parallel moment.  Actually, more than 70% of
Canadians live below the 49th, so that whole `it's the border thing' seems
a little stupid.  Just so I don't leave any facts out, the border is almost
8,900 kilometres long, and some 2030 kilometres of that is a straight line
along the 49th.  No bends or wiggles, just cuts straight across like a
knife.  It's basically Ontario and Quebec that screw that whole
straight-line thing up.  Way to go, Ontario and Quebec.  But on the same
hand, thanks, otherwise all the great lakes would be in the United States.
They probably would have been named the great patriot lakes, or been custom
shaped to look like president's heads from space.  Imagine the wave look of
President Trump Lake.

I was so focused on trying to use my x-ray vision into the bubbles to see
if I could see Eric blowing Casey, that I almost jumped in shock as Casey
grabbed my waist and tensed up.  "Oh shit!"  He exclaimed and went to a
panic face.  "Shit, dude, I'm sorry.  Fuck!"

"What happened?" I asked almost as soon as Eric reappeared from the bubbles
with a big grin on his face.

"He came!  Like a massive load."

"Sorry.  I was gonna warn you.  I just couldn't speak," Casey said in
somewhat of an apology.  "Was it gross?"

"Fuck no!  I loved it.  That's kinda the purpose of a blowjob.  To get the
guy to cum.  Sometimes I spit it out if I'm not in the mood, but mostly you
just swallow it.  Good protein bro.  Wanna try some?"  Eric teased.

"Gross!  No!!  I should get going now though.  I have tons of editing and
sorting to do with all those pictures."

"You want some help?" Eric offered.

"Sure, if you want to.  We can figure out what goes in what collection,"
Casey replied as he put a little extra distance between Eric and me.  Yep,
he's one of those guys.  As soon as they cum, they go.

I told them to head to the back of the room and I'd activate the showers so
we could get the bubble off or we'd have them all over the house if we
didn't.  Casey took off first as if it were an escape route.  I pulled Eric
against me and whispered in his ear.  "You still owe me a fuck," I teased.

"Actually it's you that stopped, so technically, you owe me the fuck, and I
intend to collect...with interest."

"Oh, there'll be interest alright.  Maybe I'll do you when everyone else is
home and see how much interest we can actually get."

"Hot.  Today was serious fun by the way."

"Glad you enjoyed it.  See if you can get him to give it up again when
you're at his place.  I'd love a video of him fucking you."

"So would I," Eric chuckled as we joined Casey at the back of the foam
room.  I warned them before hitting the showers and the place instantly
turned into a waterfall, which washed the bubbles away quickly and blasted
the residue off us at the same time.  I hate turning them on full power as
it's hard to breathe, but it's still mostly fun.

I gave Casey the SD cards from the shoot and told him I'd look forward to
seeing how he grouped them all.  I think he figures he has the only copy of
the pictures, but I'm not that stupid.  I kept a full unedited set for
myself.  My favorites are the ones with him and Eric naked together.  It's
gonna fuel my fantasy mind for months...or at least until I find another
interesting project to entertain me...tomorrow.




End of Chapter.

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