Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2001 21:06:20 -0500 From: beanboy card Subject: Cale and I, Chapter Eight Cale and I, Chapter 8 The New Boys. I was awakened by a movement somewhere in the room. I looked up and saw it was 1:30 in the morning. I was a little out of it, and then saw a movement again by the bed. I uncoiled from my hold on Cale. "Peter, is everything OK?" "Well, Sasha was having a nightmare, and I couldn't calm him down." Cale slipped off of me as I sat up, and curled to the left side of the bed. I looked and Sasha was stifling his tears while standing next to Peter. "Climb in, Peter! Go lay down by Cale. I'll take care of Sasha!" It broke my heart to see him in such pain. My bones ached, as they often did when I rose in the middle of the night. Still, I struggled to the side of the bed as Peter crawled over me to be next to Cale. I sat on the edge of the bed and reached and pulled Sasha into my arms and hugged him. "What do you need to get you to sleep, honey? Come here!" I picked him up and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I nuzzled his neck. He had stopped crying, and was burying his head in my neck. I tried to talk to him. "Sasha, do you want to tell me about your bad dream? I know they can be awful, but sometimes it's good to talk about them, isn't it?" Sasha just rubbed his face in my shoulder. I didn't really know what to do but to hold him and go back to sleep. I lay down in the bed, and my back pressed against Cale. He wrapped his arms around me instantly -- I guess he was still mostly asleep. Straining my neck, I saw that Peter was already asleep with an arm over Cale's belly. I scooted over on my back and let Sasha wrap himself around me. I whispered in his ear about how nothing would hurt him while he was with me. The boys all drifted off to sleep. It was lovely amidst a pile of naked boys. They were clinging to each other and to me. And it occurred to me that I wanted to take care of all these boys forever. My future stretched out before me. Three boys in school, in khaki pants and blue shirts. I'd walk them to school in the morning, and pick them up at night. I'd help with homework, help blow noses, take them to ballgames and host birthday parties. Naked swims in the morning. Backrubs and hugs at night. With Sasha in my arms I drifted off to sleep at 2:00 in the morning thinking of my boys. I was not to sleep long. I felt something wet and warm. I arose out of sleep again and looked at the clock. 3:08. All of a sudden I knew what had happened. Sasha had pissed the bed, all over me. He'd been in my arms, his head resting over my shoulder, and when he started his stream his penis was just below my navel. His penis was evidently pointed down, and my whole crotch was drenched. I reached to my right and shook Cale. It took a few shakes to wake him up. His read rose up and his eyes squinted at me. "Cale, we've got a problem and I need you to do what I say, OK?" He pulled himself away from Peter's embrace and nodded, almost instantly awake. "Strip the sheets and the mattress pad off the bed. Sasha has wet it, OK? Then get Peter to help you and get new sheets and a new mattress pad from the closet down the hall and come in and make the bed again. It's important that I don't make Sasha feel bad about this. I'm going to get him cleaned up. Most of the pee is on me, so the bed isn't bad. Put the dirty linens in the laundry room, OK?" Cale nodded big. He knew how to respond now when it looked like an emergency. I crabbed my way on my back to the edge of the bed with Sasha held to my chest. I got off the bed as Cale was waking Peter. I carried Sasha into the bathroom and started the shower. Sasha was still not entirely awake, and I figured it would be better to wake him before the water did. I stood with him in my arms and whispered in his ear. "Sasha? Come on honey, we have to get you clean, OK? Wake up honey, will you?" He did not. I decided to pinch his wet butt. "Sasha, let's get up and get a shower, OK?" He woke and pulled his head from my shoulder and blinked into the light. He panicked for a moment when he didn't recognize me, then, after I held him tighter, he pulled into my shoulder again. I stepped into the shower. I dunked us both under the spray, and grabbed some soap. But before I could start cleaning us up Sasha put his arms against my shoulders and jerked. I backed out of the shower and he talked, almost for the first time. "I'm sorry. I don't wet the bed much. I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything! Please." His voice trailed off. I gripped Sasha to me much closer. I walked into the shower and whispered in his ear. "Sasha, there's nothing for you to worry about. I'll take care of you as long as you need. I used to wet the bed when I was your age once in a while, but nobody took me and got me cleaned up in the middle of the night. Come on, this will be very quick and you'll sleep better, ok?" I wondered to myself whether he'd been abused for wetting in the past. I'd have to get time to talk to both boys alone in the morning before Dorie showed up. I swung him from my arms and started the shower. Sasha clung to my leg. I lifted him into the water and soaped up both of our urine soaked crotches. Sahsa clung to my neck, but when I reached in and washed his butt he flinched against my shoulder. "Sasha, I'm just getting you clean! Here, I'll lift you up and wash the other side. Then we can go in and sleep, OK?" I washed the front of Sasha, moving my hand quickly over his penis and testicles, and then turned off the shower. I then grabbed a towel and we walked out of the shower. I dried Sasha and then myself. He wiggled a little while I dried him, as if he was finally fully awake. We finished and I picked him up and brought him back into the bedroom. Cale was the best boy in the world! Like a general he had stripped the bed and gotten more sheets to make it up again! It wasn't an expert job, but I was proud! "Cale, are you two just going to go to sleep without a bow? You did a great job of making the bed! Come on, let me thank you!" Cale and Peter were curled up together, but Cale lifted his head and smiled. With Sasha on my side, I leaned down and kissed both boys on the forehead. They certainly deserved more. Sasha wanted to cling to me still, but I needed to sleep on my side to protect the small of my back from aching. "Come on honey. I promise to hold you. But I have to sleep on my side." "Can I call you Uncle Sean too?" Sasha didn't look me in the eyes when he said it, but he sort of glanced at me sideways. The other boys were already asleep. I swung Sasha up so he was sitting on my stomach. Screw the bad back. I poked him in the nose and responded. "Sasha, I would be honored if you called me Uncle." He lost his balance when I poked him, and turned as he fell over backward. His right hand gripped for support, right on my balls. I flinched and reached automatically to protect myself, and Sasha rolled off me. He just lay there. Nothing was broken. I'd just had the shock of them being squeezed a little. I sat up and rubbed Sasha's back a little. "Sasha, why don't you get back up here?" I reached down and pulled his shoulders. He came up to me, but looked scared. "Sasha, you look a little scared. Do you want to talk about it?" "Did I hurt you?" His voice was very soft. "I didn't mean it!" He flinched away. The other boys stirred a little. I pulled my legs to the side, lifted Sasha up, and we went to his room. We needed to talk. Sasha was literally shaking in my arms. I set him down next to me. "Sasha, you act like you're scared. That was just an accident in there. I know you've had a bad couple of days all alone on the streets with your brother. I want you to know something, though. I'm not going to hurt you ever. Do you understand? Ever!" Sasha looked up and his lip quivered. His dirty blond hair, far too long, was still wet and hanging in damp hanks. His eyes met mine. "Uncle Sean, when I made a mistake before my Dad always gets mad. At least since our Mom died he did." "Sasha, I'm sure your Dad was torn to pieces when your mother died. It's a very tough thing to go through. He should never have gotten mad at you, but sometimes when people are as sad as he was, they don't control they're emotions well. Look at yourself. You're so sad and scared that you cry really easy. That's OK, I'm going to make sure you feel so comfortable that we see that smile pretty soon." I stroked his cheek. "Uncle Sean, I do feel safe. I just can't help it. Once in a while. . ." He stopped and stared down between his legs. It got to me, here we were naked, he was as vulnerable in his body as he could be, but he felt safe, and was even acting it. However, it was clear that his stress level had been high for a long time. I leaned in and lifted Sasha's chin. "Sasha, it sounds to me like you were afraid of your father for the last couple months. I'm sure you have good memories of him, too, right?" I got a nod in response. "Come here, let me hug you for a minute." I pulled him in my arms with his back to me. My arms wrapped under his and I held them loosely, my fingers falling below his lap. "Honey, Nobody will ever hurt you in this house. I will make sure of that." I reached my right arm up and rubbed his tummy slowly. I looked down over his shoulder and he pushed his head back into my neck. It was pretty clear he wasn't frightened anymore. Either that or his tummy was a boner zone. "Well, Sasha, you seem a little happier now. I'm glad." "What do you mean, I didn't say anything!" He craned his neck up and stared me in the eyes. "Sasha, when us guys are really sad or really scared, that rarely happens." I reached down and gently wiggled his hard little penis, then let go. It had to be smaller than three inches. Sasha blushed and started to cover himself. He didn't push my hand away, though, and it rested just inches away. "Sasha, a stiffy isn't anything to be ashamed of. You saw Peter and Cale got them in the shower last night, right?" "They did?" "Yeah, I made Cale wash Peter's, and it got stiff and then so did Cale's. Boys your age, you'll get them a lot!" "Does yours get hard, too?" His eyes got wide. I picked him up and looked down, it was halfway there. "It looks like it's headed that way, Sasha! But I'm older, and it doesn't happen as often as it does with you boys." He looked with wide eyes. "Yours is big, but not as big as my Dad's! I saw his once and it was huge!" "Nope, mine is only average sized, Sash. Never wanted a bigger one. Works just fine like it is. And I think it likes being talked about, huh? It's getting a bit bigger!" Sasha just stared, then he put his hand out and almost touched my penis. He stopped suddenly, and then looked up. "Can I touch it?" "Well, I guess so. I touched yours." Sasha then slid his fingers lightly along the shaft. Sean Junior stood at fullest attention. He touched the head with his four fingers spread like spider's legs and squeezed lightly. Then he pulled his hand away and looked up and smiled. A yawn came seconds later. "That's neat! It's soft and hard at the same time." "Just like yours, huh, Sash?" He giggled. I picked him up. "Now, Sash, let's get you to try to pee before we climb back into bed with those other boys, OK?" We walked back to my bedroom and into the bathroom. Luckily, Sasha was sleepy enough that his penis drooped, at least enough for him to pee. He finished, shook it, and then we walked in and climbed back into bed. Cale let go of Peter immediately, and buried his head in my chest. I lay on my back and pulled Sasha in on my other side. We drifted off again. Dawn came too early to me. Cale was evidently out of bed already. At the very least, he was not glued to my side, and I missed that, like a boy misses a teddy. No, more. He was my lover and I wanted to hold and kiss him again, but these boys, who I was growing to love, were getting in the way. In a nice way, though. I turned my head. Both Cale and Pete were gone. No telling where. Perhaps they had gone to the pool, but that was a violation of the rules. I had to get up! I struggled and got myself upright, but Sasha still clung to me. He was sound asleep and I tucked him under the covers again. I pulled on a pair of boxers and went down the hall. I heard a couple of quiet voices almost instantly. They were in Cale's room. I stood outside the door and listened for a moment. I heard Cale's voice first. "It's not ugly, Peter! I think it looks just fine! My uncle says that as long as it stands up then it's a good one, no matter how it looks." "But it doesn't look like yours! I mean, you have that extra skin!" His voice was almost an urgent whisper. I giggled at their talk, and they evidently heard me. The room grew quiet, so I poked my head around the corner. Both boys turned and faced me, with their hands over their crotches. Cale looked me in the eyes, but Peter blushed hard and looked toward the floor. "Hey guys, sorry to disturb you. Just want to say you both have fine looking dicks!" I could hardly hold in my laughter. I'd done similar comparing when I was their age, but certainly never got caught by an adult. "Uncle Sean, don't laugh at us!" Cale was a bit upset, but he also had a smirk on his face, and he wiggled his hips while he said it. Maybe he was trying to make Peter feel more comfortable. He took his hands off of his and it swung to and fro, a stiff little metronome. It wasn't as stiff as I'd seen it before, and the foreskin was hanging off the end. All I could think of for a second was teasing that skin and peeling it back. I came to after a second, and tried to make Peter less self-conscious. "Hey, Peter, I see Cale with a stiffy all the time, and it's no big deal. Kids your age get them all the time. Yours is like mine, you know. Cale got to keep his foreskin, but when he peels it back he looks just like you and me, too. And I have no problem with you two playing around if you want to. Let's just make sure you don't do it around Sasha, unless he starts it." Peter piped up, taking his hands away and a bit more at ease. "Oh, Sasha and I feel each other's all the time. I feels good when someone else touches it." It was almost like he was daring me. "Like I said, boys tend to do a lot of that around your age. Cale likes to play with it, right Cale?" He nodded big. "Well, boys, I'm going downstairs to swim, but I want to deal with Sasha first. Peter, I think if he wakes with none of us around he might get scared. But you two probably want to swim, too. Tell you what. Cale, you grab a pillow, and Peter, you grab a blanket. I'll just carry Sasha down and put him in the lounge chair by the pool. Come on, Let's go." Peter looked around for a pair of shorts. Cale was quick to respond. "You don't need clothes, clown! We're just going swimming! Uncle Sean and I never swim in suits." We'd only been together for a few days, and Cale had totally bought into the rules -- in just a couple days. Ha! -- at least the one about swimming naked. Still, Peter didn't seem upset, and we all went down to collect Sasha. We got to the bed and Sasha was still asleep, curled into a fetal position. I uncovered him and picked up the little 4'4" bundle from the bed and cradled him in my arms. Peter picked up the folded comforter from the foot of the bed, and Cale picked up two pillows. We went downstairs single file. Just a few days ago I had discovered that I could be in love with a boy -- that I was in love with Cale. I was beginning to fall in love with Sasha as well. But it was different that with Cale. Cale was a tiger who wanted full contact sex. Sasha was an innocent. Well, so I thought until Peter told me about them playing with each other. Regardless, he was an angel with his long blondish hair curling over his face and flagging back and forth while I carried him down the stairs. I carried him down the stairs with Cale and Peter trailing after me. We entered the pool, and Cale and Peter set the blanket and pillow on the chaise lounge. I set the little one down and tucked the blanket around him, then I turned to Peter and Cale. "Cale, do you want to tell Peter the rules?" "Oh, Peter you aren't allowed to dive in, and it's not very deep, so if you dived in you'd hurt yourself. Also, no running on the side. It's four feet deep down at this end and five feet down at that end. Can you swim?" Cale had a very serious expression as he was reciting the rules. He was also playing with his balls idly with his left hand. "Cale, you missed a rule!" I stayed serious in tone. "Oh, this is the most important one, Peter. We're not allowed to swim without Uncle Sean around. If we do then we'll probably get spanked or something." "Cale, I'm not sure what I'd do, but I certainly don't beat up on boys!" I came up to him though, and whacked him a little on the butt. "But I do like to give a little love tap now and then, so you better get used to it if you and Sasha are going to be staying with us, OK, Peter?" I slapped his butt as well. "So, guys, I'm going to swim laps for a while, so don't get in the way if you can help it. And we've got time to play a bit after that. Cale, if Sasha wakes up, it's your responsibility to tell him all the rules -- all of them this time! And you never answered, Peter, can you and Sasha swim?" Peter had taken Cale's example and was fondling his balls. But while Cale hadn't reacted and his penis had stayed mostly soft, Peter was sporting his impressive three and a half inch wood. He responded. "Oh, we can swim! Sure, and Sasha is just as good as me and can hold his breath lots longer!" "Um, Peter, you can get in the water now. Nice equipment you've got there!" I fluffed with his hair and climbed in to swim my usual twenty laps. As usual, I did the breast stroke. It helped build up my arms a bit better than other strokes, and thus worked as a bit of a body builder than as just regular exercise. I thought about the boys while swimming. We had two new ones, and they were ok running around naked, so at least they fit in partly with this odd household. I wondered how they were going to fit in, and if Cale and I would ever get time alone again. I also fretted that I was being selfish in wanting to suck Cale's penis again, to even go all the way once more. Likely we wouldn't. Still, it was now the case that both Peter and Sasha had gotten erections in front of me and we'd talked about how they needn't be embarrassed. And they evidently played with each others' penises, though they may not have done so to orgasm yet. I guessed that pretty soon Cale would teach both of them what that was. I guess if it evolved into the three of them playing amongst themselves, it might be a relief to me. The I'd be relieved of the worries about how taboo our relationship was. But I would miss Cale's penis and butt and kissing his lips. I was at the fifteenth lap before I came out of my daze. I sought out the boys and saw them playing some kind of game. Cale was underwater and Peter was walking backwards. I couldn't figure out the game, so moved my mind to concentrate on the last five laps. As usual, I tried to surge at the end, to leave myself winded. I pulled through the last lap with my arms straining, then turned around and propped myself on the edge of the pool, turned around and looked at the boys. This time Peter was underwater and Cale was backing away. It looked like they were taking turns goosing each other. Cale noticed that I was done first, and he shouted over. "Uncle Sean, come on over and join us!" He had stopped backing away and Peter grabbed his penis and he yelped. "No fair!" Peter surfaced. I waded over. "So, what do you guys want to play. I guess I'm going to have to get some pool toys in here or you'll just play with the ones you brought with you!" I gathered them both in a big hug. Peter was the first to talk. "I think we could play tag if there are three of us! But you have to touch the other guy's butt! We were playing that just now, but it's not that fun with just two." "Well, part of you thinks it was fun Peter. Have you had a stiffy the whole time since you got in the pool?" I pointed at it through the water. "Yeah, sometimes it stays that way forever." His look now was brooding. "It does that way sometimes for a long time, and it's uncomfortable when I'm in school. I mean, it feels good, but sometimes I wish it would just stop. At least it isn't uncomfortable in the water. Cale's got one too!" I leaned in and kissed Peter on the cheek. "Peter, Cale's just like you, he's always got one. But he knows how to make it go down, don't you, Cale?" "Yup! Uncle Sean showed me how to have an organism! It feels real good, like you're going to explode. He says it's the only reason to play with your dick, and gosh! After having an organism, it almost always gets little again. But sometimes it doesn't and I get to try to get one again! You gotta try it. Will you show him, Uncle Sean?" Cale had backed me into a corner. "Cale, that's a little personal, you know. If Peter wants to learn something he'll ask. But I think it's nice that you want him to learn. You know, Cale, you could show him too. I'm not the only expert around here anymore! Oh, and it's `orgasm,' Cale, not `organism'." "Right! Peter, I've only known for a couple of days." Peter was blushing by now, but obviously curious. Once again he was playing with his balls. "We can talk about this later if you're a little embarrassed Peter. Now, were we going to play tag like you wanted to?" I reached around Peter, squeezed his left cheek, and then launched myself backwards. "You're it!" Cale scooted just out of Peter's grasp and took of under water. Peter followed, then Cale made a turn for me. Peter cut the corner and intercepted him, feeling all over his butt! He surfaced and yelled, "Cale's it!" The boys were having tons of fun! And coming right at me! Cale waded through the water and gave me a chance as a result. I dove, then swam underwater upside down. Cale was right on top of me, and he reached and groped all over my lower belly and penis, but did not touch my butt. It felt awfully good, and I was tempted to let him keep doing it, but I swam away. I surfaced ten feet away and walked backward with Cale closing in. I was backing into the corner where Peter was, and he was frozen, not sure what to do. Cale had me trapped, but we had to quit and go and get dressed anyway, so I reached around, grabbed Pete under the arms and held him in front of me. He was giggling and wailing, and Cale came up behind and slid his hand in his crack from bottom to top. "You're it, Peter!" I gathered Peter in to me, and he reached around and grabbed my butt! By this time we were both squirming around, and Cale joined and we had a wrestling match for a while. Six hands everywhere, and they were all reaching for penises and butts -- but I stuck to tickling. We were slow to calm down. I herded the boys to the side and lifted each to sit on the edge. Their little flagpoles were at full mast. "You boys are incorrigible! Will those things never go down?" "Not without your help, Uncle Sean!" Cale giggled. "We don't have time for that, Cale. We have to get showers and dressed because Dorie is coming and. . . Cale interrupted. "Kiss it!" Now they were both giggling. I let them go on a while. "You know, I think you guys are going to age me really fast." I didn't know what to do, but I definitely wanted to kiss both of them, and not on the lips at that moment! Cale got serious. "Go ahead Uncle Sean! Kiss it! Then we can go get ready for Dorie! I'm hungry too!" "No, I don't strike bargains, Cale. But, I'll give a little kiss, then we'll all get ready. Is that OK with you Peter?" He nodded and blushed. I reached up and gave him a quick peck on the lips! "Hey, that's not what you said! I want the kiss on my dick!" He giggled and was still blushing. He rocked from side to side and Cale was rocking as well! Two little penises were bobbing right in front of me. My mouth was watering. Cale had evidently awakened what was a very dormant sex drive in me. Yes, I was fully hard as well, but they couldn't tell because I was still in the water. "Calm down guys! Keep those little dicks from bobbing around so much. I'll do it for real! Then we will get showers, and I'll show you a way to get those things to calm down." They immediately sat still. "Who's first?" They both raised their hands. "OK, I'll choose." I swooped in quickly and Caught Cale's penis between my lips and sucked on it for a brief moment, then backed away. I looked over and Peter's eyes were all eyeball, he was shocked that I did it. Cale's jaw was a little slack. He obviously was both shocked and pleased with my quick little suck. "Are you ready Peter?" He nodded and sat still. "Close your eyes." When they were closed I leaned in and held his little three and a half inch dick with two fingers and breathed out twice before going further. The little purple head quivered at the heat of my breath. I leaned in further, licked around the head and then planted the whole of his head between my lips, gave a juicy suck, and let go. Peter's eyes popped open and he fell over. "OK, guys, a deal is a deal, let's go. And let's get Sasha over here for a shower too. And I'll show you how to get rid of those boners!" Cale walked to the chaise lounge and woke up Sasha. Evidently he needed to pee, so Cale pointed to the toilet. Sasha stared at Cale's erection the whole time. I got out of the pool and lifted Peter up. "We'll get rid of yours first, Peter!" I turned on the water on both shower heads, pulled Peter in with me and told him not to move, no matter what. Then I cut the hot water and braced myself behind him to keep him from escaping. He screamed like a weasel and tried to wiggle away, icy cold water drenching him. I looked down to see if the cold water worked. No doubt of it. His penis was now about the size of the end of my thumb and the head was trying to retreat back into what little foreskin he had left. I think his balls had ascended into his body. I turned the hot water back on and picked up the soap and handed it to him. I grinned. "Here you go, Peter, now wash yourself. Cale, get your butt over here!" He came over from having led Sasha to the bathroom and looked at Peter. His jaw dropped. "You did it that fast? I wanted to watch!" "Well, Cale, we're in a hurry. Come in here and get yours." He came over eagerly and stood in front of me. Peter giggled, and I gave him a stare. I then reached down and petted his boner once. "Want to bet I can get rid of this in less than thirty seconds?" I kept petting his balls. "Yeah, what do you want to bet?" "Let's see, if I can, then you have to clear the table. But if I can't, then I have to eat olives for a late night snack. You know how I hate olives, right? Is it a deal?" Cale nodded, shocked at the idea I'd mentioned that in front of Peter, even if it was in code. But Cale nodded, almost panting. So I reached up, turned off the hot water, and held Cale tight. He squirmed and giggled and yelled. "That's cheating! That's cheating!" After about ten seconds I looked down and saw that the cold water had done it's trick. I turned on the water, kissed the top of Cale's head, and smacked his butt playfully. "Get washed up and be glad we have a dishwasher, Cale!" Sasha turned the corner and again he stared. The little boner he was eying before was now a tiny thing with foreskin sticking straight out. I turned to him. "Good thing you don't have one Sasha, get in here and wash up with us and then we'll get some breakfast." Sasha looked confused, but he came over and we all washed up without further incident. The whole crew dried off and we ran up the stairs naked. I stopped them at the kitchen before they ran upstairs. "Cale, loan these guys some clean clothes. We'll go and buy them their own in a little while. I want you guys dressed in ten minutes. I'm going to get bowls and stuff out for cereal, I'll be right up." I fooled around in the kitchen a bit, pulled out bowls and glasses and a couple boxes of Life cereal and placed them on the table along with a jug of milk and one of orange juice. Then I went upstairs. I walked in and the boys were pulling clothes out of the dresser. Cale and Peter had underwear on, and so did Sasha, but Sasha's were hanging down. They were just too big. It was a cute look as far as I was concerned, but we had to figure this out. "Cale, when you guys get stuff on can you bring in a pair of sweatpants and a T-Shit for Sasha? We're going to take a pair of your boxers and fix them up for Sasha here. Come on Sasha, take those off and come in my room." He took them off and trotted behind me. This would look so odd to someone else. The whole third floor was like some kind of all-male nudist camp! Still, I felt good. The boys were comfortable in their skin and did not seem fazed by all the nudity, or even the touching. I had picked up a pair of Cale's boxers -- he usually only used to wear them to bed -- and sat on the bed to help pull them on Sasha. While he was just two inches shorter than his brother, he was much skinnier. I was going to have to pull them in by a good two inches. Once we got them on I moved Sasha's hand down. "Hold them up a second, Sasha, I'll go grab a safety pin." I got two off the dresser and came over and gathered some of the waistband, pinning it twice. "OK, Sasha, let's see if that holds up. Do a little dance for me!" He looked at me funny. "I don't know how to dance!" "Well, Sasha, all I mean is that we've got to see if those will hold up while you're active. Come here." Sasha walked toward me and I scooped him up and placed him square in the middle of the bed. "OK, Sash, jump up and down on the bed for a minute." Sasha proceeded to have a really great time. What kid ever gets permission to jump on the bed? He had a ball, and when Peter and Cale came in, dressed in proper pants and shirts, they just stared. Cale was puzzled and asked. "Uncle Sean, why are you letting him jump on the bed?" "Because he didn't know how to dance, Cale! Boy, don't you know anything?" I got over and rubbed Cale's head and took the sweatpants and T-Shirt over to Sasha, got him to stop, and gave him his clothes. "Get those on, Sash. We have to get downstairs to eat." I walked down with the others and we all sat and poured our cereal. Sasha came in just a couple moments later. Then we ate. The boys each ate two bowls. It was nice to see them hungry with big appetites. They must have been starving the last few days. "OK, boys. You listen too, Cale. In about thirty minutes Dorie is coming. She's a social worker who has been leading a search for you two. Did you guys know that people were looking all over for you the last few days?" Peter spoke up, as usual. "No! We just thought those kids were. We just left the car to find our Dad, and when we got back, it was gone." Pter's statement made me realize that these two didn't know what had happened to their Dad. I guess I'd have to intercept Dorie before she talked to the boys. She'd have to know that piece of information. But if the boys were staying with me, then I insisted on being the one to tell them the bad news. "Well, guys, Dorie is going to talk to you and she'll be the one to decide where you're going to stay for a while. Now, I've got a serious question for you. Listen up, and you let them talk, Cale, OK?" I reached around to Cale's leg and squeezed it, and he reached in and held my hand. "Sasha, Peter, would you like to live here with Cale and I? At least for a while we'd be happy to have you here, wouldn't we Cale?" Cale was squeezing my hand tight. I knew how enthusiastic he could be, but he held to the tone I set. "I've really always wanted a brother, Peter and Sasha, and it would be great if you both became my brothers. You know, it would be so good to get a new Dad like Uncle Cale and new brothers all in the same week." "You mean you two haven't lived together all the time?" Sasha looked confused. "No, Sasha, Cale's Dad died a week ago and he came to live with me then. In fact, these are his first three days in this city, just like with you two." Peter spoke up. "How did you know that? How did you know we've only been here for a few days?" "Well, Peter, your story, about how everyone has been looking for you two, has been in the papers. We heard about it at dinner on Cale's first day here. Everybody was very worried when the police found your Dad's car with boy's clothing in back but no boys. Cale was really worried, because he knows what it's like to not have a father, right Cale?" I just realized what I'd implied -- that their Dad was dead. Cale squeezed my hand as if to emphasize my blunder. "Sean?" Sasha spoke. It was the first time he'd called me just by my first name. "Yes, Sash?" I was quaking inside. I felt like I was going to get ill. I had not planned at all how to answer this boy's question. "Is my Dad dead?" The room went deathly silent. Moments passed and tears flowed down Sasha's cheeks and down Peter's as well. As crazy and messed up as their father had been for the last year, they still loved him, and he was their only connection to their former life. Sasha's tears continued, then he looked in my eyes. I'm not sure there is anything more beautiful or more heartbreaking than a boy with tears in his eyes. Both boys had brown eyes that looked odd against their nearly blond hair. Sasha's eyes had tears clinging to the lashes. I got an image in my head of kissing them, of licking off his cheeks. I squeezed Cale's hand. I loved Cale, but it looked like he was going to have to share me. I broke free from my vision determined to tell the boys. "Peter, Sasha?" I nodded to each of them. "The police found your Dad's body a few days ago. He must have gotten out of your car to pee in the middle of the night, and then just slipped off the pier. Yes, Peter and Sasha, your Dad is dead." The boys broke down and started crying in earnest, and I let go of Cale's hand and nodded to him, indicating that we had some hugging to do. We rounded the table from opposite directions, and I knelt in between Peter And Sasha. They reached around and both hugged me and cried on my shoulders. Cale wrapped his arms around Peter and we all just rocked there for a while, tears falling. Nobody said a word. Five minutes later and the doorbell rang. It had to be Dorie. I felt the boys start a little, but they were almost cried out. I lifted my head from between them and reached with my left arm to nudge Cale. He looked up at me with tearstained cheeks of his own. I whispered to him. "Go down and let Dorie in. Tell her what we just talked about, and then both of you come up. I'll take care of these guys. I love you Cale, you're really good!" I winked at him. Cale walked off, and I left the boys for a moment to get some Kleenex of the counter. I came back and set it between them. "OK, who's first? Let's get you cleaned up a little. You can't have snot all over yourselves if you're going to live with me!" They both looked up and sniffed, and then we fell into a crying fit again for a few more minutes. I pulled out a couple Kleenex, and with Peter resting on me I cleaned up Sasha. Then I turned and slowly wiped off Peter's face. It took a couple minutes to wipe them both off, and I gathered them in a big hug. "Peter, Sasha? We've got company and you have to talk to her for a while. She's really nice -- Cale and I met her just the other day. After that we're going to go out and buy you both new clothes, and also a playstation for the TV. Now, can you both get up and come to meet Dorie?" They both nodded, and I pulled them to their feet. We backed away from the chairs, and then I turned them around. Dorie was standing there with Cale at her side. "Dorie, I'd like you to meet Peter here." I moved my hand from his shoulder and rubbed his head. "And this is Alexander, but he likes to be called Sasha." I also messed up his hair a bit. Dorie was smiling. "Hello Peter and Sasha!" "Before you say anything, Dorie, I'd like to take care of these two as long as you let me. Cale agrees, right Cale?" Cale didn't answer because Dorie beat him to it. "Well, Sean, it's not much of a shock to me that you ask that. You three look like you've taken to each other, and Cale here has already asked me. I'm going to want to talk to the boys in a few days, but I think that's going to be fine. Why don't we sit down and talk just a little right now though." "Let's go in the living room boys, over on the couches." I kept my arms around Peter and Sasha, but we weren't far along when Cale stood in from of us. "You aren't upset with me asking her, are you Uncle Sean?" He looked a little worried. I leaned down and pulled the boys in close. "Let's all kiss him, guys!" I got there first, and held him close, smacking him right on the lips. Sasha and Peter got his cheeks, and we each kissed him with loud smacks. Finally we pulled back. "Do you like that answer, Cale?" Cale's face was red and he reached down and adjusted his pants. Dorie was already on the couch, so I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I think your cheeks are a boner zone too, huh?" I kissed him again. We got up again and all sat on the couch across from Dorie. It was a tight fit, but very cozy Dorie started in. "Peter and Sasha, I talked to your grandmother this morning, and she agrees that we can find a place for you to live. Would you like to stay here with Mr. Martin?" Sasha spoke up first. "Who's he? We've only seen Uncle Sean here and Cale! I want to stay with them!" I giggled, and so did Peter and Cale, and then Dorie started in. I rubbed Sasha on the head again to make him know we weren't laughing at him. "Well, that's a pretty good answer." Dorie laughed a bit more. "I'm not sure I need to ask anymore questions with answers like that. We don't have any room in other foster families anyway. I know you've got room for these two, and I already suggested it to you before. Sean, are you sure on this, it's a huge change of lifestyle for you." "I'm sure, Dorie. I've got a meeting in tomorrow where I'm reducing my workload. I'm also going to get the boys in the Lombard School. I have a little pull as the headmistress's former boss. We've pretty much bonded. I got baptized last night by Sasha here, and he slept in this morning while Peter joined Cale and I in the pool. We'll be fine." "Let me get this straight. I'm guessing from your code that Sasha wet the bed, right. I don't mean to embarrass you Sasha." Sasha answered. "Yeah, that's OK. I think I did it because I was scared earlier, and I had a nightmare. And Peter and I came in, and Uncle Sean held me and I relaxed a lot. I peed all over him!" Sasha seemed proud of it, or at least that it was funny! Dorie was close to laughing again. I added a little more to Sasha's story. "Cale and Peter changed the bed and I took Sasha in and we got a shower. He was actually still asleep until the shower hit him. And, yes, Sasha is completely right that he peed all over, but most of it was below the waist. I have to say that I never thought I love having a bed full of naked boys, but a bed full of boys was pretty pleasant. Sasha here clung to me like a leech. I thought I'd get a little back pain from having him on my chest practically all night, but I guess the swimming has helped a lot more with that than I thought." Dorie smiled, the asked, "I guess my next question is about swimming. Are you boys comfortable with Sean and Cale. I mean, you know they swim naked, right? Are you comfortable with that?" Cale fielded that question. "Well, when we found them we had to strip them naked to give them a shower. They were really scared and dirty and Uncle Sean and I even washed them. We were all naked in the big shower by the pool! Peter and Sasha were a little shy at first, but this morning Peter joined us in the pool and we had a great time! Sasha slept, though, but we'll get him down with us tomorrow morning!" I added to Cale's remarks. "Actually Dorie, we were all naked in bed after the wetting incident. The boys didn't mind at all. I think Peter was holding Cale about as tightly as Cale was holding me. The boys were like a pile of puppies in bed. But I think we're going to have to save everyone sleeping in the same bed for special occasions from now on. I woke up every time one of them moved. I guess I have some mothering instincts after all. And that's not all that good -- I'm going to need my sleep with this crew!" Dorie answered. "Well, it's a little unorthodox, all the nudity, but like I told you before, you're certainly not the first family that practices that. Not even the first family where everyone sleeps together. But it's probably good to save that for special occasions. You guys seem to have bonded very quickly. I don't see a problem keeping the boys here." The cheering was loud. And the couch bounced around. "Dorie, I think you can tell the boys like that." "Well, Sean, take care if the nightmares continue, and call me in a few days and we'll start the paperwork. If you call tomorrow we can finalize things next Monday. Now, I've got another call or five to make, so I'm going to leave you all to do some more bonding." She got up, and the boys rose as well. "Unless we can bond at Walmart or the Gap, we won't be doing much of that this afternoon, Dorie. I've got to get these two some clothes. And we're going to pick up a playstation. Also, I think we're going to eat out for lunch. Hey, Cale, you want to show these guys how to eat Cajun food?" Cale nodded. "You don't fool me, Sean, those are all good bonding opportunities. Well, I'll see you all soon. Boys, take care of Sean, will you?" She winked at them all and we all led her to the door and said goodbye. I shut the door after she left and marshaled my troops. "Boys, we're going out shopping! Get some shoes on and get down here. We're taking the convertible too! So let's have some fun!" General scrambling ensued, and Peter and Sasha each found their old ratty shoes to put on, while Cale put on his sandals. I led them out and we got in the car. Cale let Sasha sit up front with me, but asked to sit there on the way back. I figured he and Peter were probably going to play a little grab-ass in the back -- they'd bonded well. Still, I couldn't let them ignore Sahsa. "Seat belts, everyone!" The boys obeyed and we all buckled up. I headed out, after locking the gate and taking the top down, and I gave the boys a taste of the wind rushing through their hair. I sped four exits down I-95, then came back again and pulled into the Walmart parking lot. All three of them giggled the whole ride. We got out and I herded the boys into Walmart. I immediately steered them to the boy's clothing department and grabbed shirts off the rack and placed them in the arms of all three boys. I figured that would keep them from wandering off. Then we dealt with more difficult issues. First we bought pants. I got jeans for them both, and two pair of shorts each. I also got some khaki pants for school, and ten pair of socks apiece. I had both Sasha and Peter running in and out of the changing room. Cale was helping me the whole time. After all, he'd been here in the last couple days doing the same thing. The four of us were an efficient team. As the Peter and Sasha were in taking off shorts Cale came up to me with a couple of speedos and some regular swimming trunks. "Remember, you told me that we might go to the beach! They'll need to try these on, won't they?" "I guess you're right, Cale." At that moment Peter and Sasha approached. "One more thing, guys, we've got bathing suits we want you to try on. For when we go to the beach. Have you ever been to the ocean?" They both shook their heads. "I've got one of each kind here. They're probably the right size. Go in and try them on, but you probably don't want to come out here to model them, so I'll come in. Cale, you come in too." We all walked into the dressing rooms. "Cale, you make sure Peter's fits. Make sure it's not too tight and call me when he's got it on." I steered Sasha into the other cubicle. Sasha wasn't near as traumatized as he was the day before, and all day I'd been noticing that, instead of reverting to childish behaviors, as a traumatized boy will do, he was getting stronger in his soul. He was almost as old as the others, and I had to watch myself from babying him too much. I wanted to watch also that Cale and Peter didn't bond so tight that they left him behind. Sasha dropped his pants unselfconsciously. I held the trunks out first and we slipped them over his underwear. Cale had a good eye, and dark red looked very good against Sasha's light skin. He'd gotten the same color for Peter. Not only that, they were just the right size, and very fashionable -- they hung down a bit below the knees. "Those look very nice, Sasha, now let's try on these others." "But they're so little! They won't cover anything!" "Sasha, kids wear these when they want to run fast on the beach. Think about it. These trunks will be really heavy when wet. But the speedos will be pretty light, and because they don't cover much you'll be able to run faster. We're going to buy both so you have a choice." Sasha nodded and stripped to his underwear again. Unfortunately, the boxers were not appropriate to trying on the suit, so he slipped them off too, and revealed that all the dressing and undressing had given him a boner. "Well, Sasha, you like changing clothes, huh?" I tugged on it once and he smiled. "Let's get this on. I don't think it will matter that you're a little bit bigger in front than usual. "What do you mean! This is usual, Uncle Sean! It's hard a lot!" Sasha giggled. I guess he and Peter had played around more than I thought. He slipped on the speedo, and just as he finished Cale came in. "Uncle Sean, do you want to check Peter?" Then he looked at Sasha. "Oh, I guess those fit Sasha, but they're a little tight in front." Cale and Sasha both giggled. "Cale, help Sasha finish dressing and I'll check next door. Remember to bring out all of the clothes, you two." I walked around to the next cubicle and opened the curtain. Peter was in front of the mirror in his speedo with his shirt lifted and he was admiring his butt. "Do you think they look good, Uncle Sean, I think they fit pretty good." I took a good look. He had a lovely butt, and his front was just as tented out as his brother's was. I must have done something especially good in a former life to deserve to care for three such beautiful boys. "Peter, I think they look great! And that butt of yours is fantastic! Now let's get out of those and we'll go get some lunch." I patted his butt twice. Peter pulled down the speedos and bent his dick in the process. He winced. "Let me help, Peter!" I pulled the speedo out and reached in and straightened Peter's penis, then helped him slide the speedo down. My penis reacted the same as his did. "Uncle Sean, why is it hard all the time. Sometimes it's really a pain, like now!" He had a pained look on his face. "How do I make it go down." Peter started to dress again. And I responded. "Well, Peter, it happens to all kids when they get to your age. And it is very inconvenient sometimes. I'll show you how to make it go down later, but that won't solve the problem. You're going to be bothered by that thing springing up when you least expect it for ten years. So you better get used to it." Peter finished dressing, and I draped my arm over his shoulder and walked out with the clothes we were going to buy. Cale and Sasha were waiting for us. "Everything go OK, Cale and Sasha?" "Well, Sasha really liked the speedo! Or at least part of him did!" Sasha blushed at Cale's comment, and then came closer to me and handed the object of jest to me. "Cale, be careful with the teasing, or I'll let these two tickle you until you wet yourself." I reached over and rubbed Cale's head, then patted Sasha on the butt. "Come on, guys, let's go pay for these and then we'll have lunch at Dinah's. It's already Cale's favorite place in town!" "It's the only place we've eaten!" Cale was determined to tease me back. I was going to have to kiss him unmercifully for helping the boys today, and also to make up for him not having all my attention. It didn't take long. The lines at Walmart in South Philly are the shortest during the day. It was a short drive to Dinah's, and we walked in at about 1:30. I was sure the boys were as starved as I was. Luckily, the place was empty on a Monday afternoon, and Dinah and Pat were already teasing each other behind the bar. "Come on guys, up on the stools you go!" They struggled onto the high stools. Cale was on one side of me, and Sasha sat on the other, with Peter beside him. "So, Dinah, Pat, how are you two today!" They turned around, looked at Cale and I, and then at Peter and Sasha. Dinah was the first to speak. "Sean and Cale, what did you do, decide to open your own school? Who are these handsome young men?" Cale spoke first. He'd taken to Dinah and Pat right away last time. He beamed at them now. "Dinah and Pat, I'd like you to meet my new foster brothers Peter and Sasha. Sasha is the one sitting next to Uncle Cale!" Dinah's jaw dropped. As did that of Commodore Pat. Cale piped up again. "Oh, Peter and Sasha, Pat likes to be called Commodore! He's funny!" Cale didn't realize at all how he was making Pat and Dinah's jaws drop! I guess they were surprised when I came here with Cale, and now they were shocked to find me with two other boys. Peter and Sasha, to their credit, didn't notice the gaping mouths of their hosts either. Dinah recovered first. She came out from behind the bar with her hefty torso and all, and walked up to Sasha and Peter. "Well, boys, any friend of Cale's is a friend of mine! So very pleased to meet you! I own this place and you both are very welcome." Then she leaned in and hugged them both at once and kissed their cheeks. "So, Sean, where did you get these two cuties?" Dinah turned back to me, and I stood and kissed her cheek. Sasha and Peter were a bit shellshocked by the hug, and were staring at us with jaws agape. "Dinah, Cale and I first heard about these two in here. You and Pat told us about them. They were big stars in the paper, remember?" I winked at her so the boys couldn't see, but Pat was in my line of sight, too. "You don't say! Well, that means I'm going to have to cook up a really big feast for you four!" She started back to the kitchen and then stopped. "Do you boys like fish? And salad, and maybe some pecan pie for dessert? Sean, you're not ordering here, I'm getting you the Mardi Gras King special!" Dinah didn't do this often, and it was going to be a treat. Cale nodded fast. He'd loved his dinner here before. Peter and Sasha followed his lead. We sat around a while and just talked. Pat served us all Root Beer from his special stock, and he told the boys stories about when he was in the Navy on the big ships. He told them of faraway lands, and then he talked about football for a while. Dinah came and served us small Caesar salads, and then she gave us some blackened fish with potatoes. All three boys ate it up. Every time she came out she gave hugs all around, including to me. We ended up spending two hours on the most sumptuous lunch, ending with the best pecan pie this side of my Mom's. Cale didn't let that go! "Dinah?" he said it in his highest voice. "This pecan pie is awful good! It's almost as good as my grandma's!" Dinah came from behind the bar and walked steadily at Cale. Her face was stern. He began to look worried, because she had a plain, almost angry look on her face. She reached in and picked him up and gave him a big smack right on the lips, and then put him back down on the stool. He looked overwhelmed. "Cale, if you tell me one more time that my pecan pie isn't the best in the world then I'm going to have to crush you between my bosoms! Take that as a warning, boy!" She laughed and walked away. Once again, Sasha and Peter were stunned, but not nearly as much as Cale, who was redder with embarrassment than I'd ever seen. We finished up, and I asked Pat for the check. "Sean, her majesty won't let you pay for it. In fact, she wants to see you out in the kitchen." "Boys, I'll be right back." I got off my barstool and walked back to talk some sense into Dinah. She walked out of the kitchen and put her hands on her hips. "Now, Sean, you're not paying for this, and if you don't bring those boys in here at least once a week until they're old enough for me to lust after then I'm going to tell the whole world that you take viagra! No, don't give me that! You're doing a good thing here and I want to show my appreciation for it! Get your boys home and make sure you come back here and let me see these little darlings a lot!" I turned to the boys and shouted down the bar. "Well, guys, I think we have a standing invitation to come in and see Dinah. I'm sure glad you liked the food, because we're coming in at least once a week because I'm afraid of those bosoms!" I ducked for what surely would be a swat from Dinah, then I walked back to join the boys. We walked back to the car and drove home. The afternoon flew by. We unloaded all the clothes and the playstation and put the clothes away. Then Cale and I hooked up the playstation. At about 3:30, Peter and Cale were killing monsters on the video. Sasha had played the first game, and Peter had beaten him. We sat up on the couch together and watched the other boys. He slumped against me, and before I knew it, he was asleep. I was tired as well. I guess I'd probably have to start taking vitamins to keep up with these three. I stretched out on the couch and pulled Sasha on top of me, and we dozed for a while, video game noises seeping into our dreams. I was awakened by a nudge on my shoulder. Cale whispered in my ear. "Uncle Sean! Sasha's humping you!" I looked at him, then at Peter, and they were about to burst from laughing. Then I felt another stab in my crotch. Sasha was indeed thrusting into me in his sleep. I pulled my left arm off Sasha and motioned the boys to me. Then I whispered. "I know this looks funny, but if either of you tease him about this I'll take away your pool privileges for a week! Now let me handle this so Sasha isn't embarrassed, OK!" I winked at them only after they solemnly nodded at my threat. I then pulled Sasha up and kissed him. I kissed his cheek, and then his ear, and then his lips. His eyes finally opened and he yawned and stopped thrusting. I hugged him tight. "I think we'd better get up, kiddo! Otherwise those two will eat dinner without us." I lifted him up and went to the kitchen. "I figure you boys won't be hungry for a while. I'm going to thaw some hamburger. Then we'll go for a walk and get some buns and lemonade at the Wawa! Anyone without clothes on in two minutes gets left behind!" The boys all scrambled and I waited longer than two minutes because Peter and Sasha took a while getting into their new shoes. Then we left. It was about 6:00 and we walked over to the Italian Market, then up 9th Street to South Street. Cale and I hadn't walked down South Street before. "Peter, Sasha, did you guys walk down South Street during the last few days?" They shook their heads and gawked. Everyone giggled at the lingerie store. And the beanie peenies at the condom store drew huge giggles -- beanie babies in the shape of penises! We stopped in GapKids and I got sweatshirts and hats for the three of them, but it was too hot for them to wear. I then led them around to look at the other sights. We walked down Front Street to finish our walk. We got hamburger buns and lots of lemonade at the Wawa, and three big bags of M&Ms. I figured boys need chocolate to grow on! We finally got home and stowed our things away. I packed buns, hamburgers and fixings on one tray, and then put plates, glasses and a bottle of lemonade on another. We walked up the steps, with each of Peter and Cale carrying trays and I showed the boys up to the roof deck. I carried the hamburger and BBQ tools. Once again I got great reactions out of Peter and Sasha! Sasha immediately ran to the wall, and Cale and Peter followed after putting down their trays on the table. Cale was pointing out where Dinah's was when I came up behind them. Sasha was having trouble seeing over the Wall, so I picked him up. "Guys, isn't the view great?" I turned towards downtown and pointed out the bigger buildings in the distance. "We'll go see the skyscrapers tomorrow after we all go to my work. I'll take you in that really big one, ok?" Cale spoke first. "We're going to your work? Why?" "Well, boys, I'm going to arrange my schedule for the fall so I can be with you more during the day! I've got to see my secretary and get everything lined up! And if my call in the morning works, I'm going to sign you boys up for school in the fall! So we have another busy day!" "Peter, you know how to start a fire?" Peter came over and we started the Barbeque, then I let it warm up. We admired the view for a while, and Cale went and got cards, and the boys played while I cooked the burgers. We ate and played spades until dark. The boys had a big appetite still, but Cale just ate one burger. I was glad to see Peter and Sasha eat hearty. When the sun went down I saw a few yawns, so we gathered all the plates and stuff and headed downstairs. We put the dishes away amid yawns all around. Then we headed up and the boys got undressed, and I tucked Peter and Sasha in. I kissed them goodnight and Cale climbed in the bed and gave them both kisses and hugs! He's such a loving boy! I was proud! We went and brushed our teeth, got undressed and climbed into bed. Cale immediately got me in a stranglehold and we kissed for a while. It was good! As tired as I was, my penis rose to the challenge, and Cale's was hard the whole time. We rested, and Cale spoke. "So, Uncle Sean, do you want to feel my dick?" "Cale, I saw you yawning earlier! Are you still horny even with the yawning?" "What's horny?" "Oh, Cale, that's when you're dick is telling you what to do! When your little head down there does the thinking." I reached down and squeezed it softly. "Yeah! I want to play!" "Well, lay down, and I'll help you get rid of that little hard thing, Cale." Cale lay down and I moved down the bed and tongued his navel with my fingers playing over his penis and testicles -- small little jewels. He was insistent, though, thrusting through my fingers. I moved in to lick at the prize. He was thrusting still, and it was all I could do to capture it with my lips. At first I only caught the foreskin, and it caught between my teeth. Just for a second, and before Cale got a yelp out I slipped his whole rod into my mouth. I decided to get this over with quick. I sucked hard, and drew him in and out quick. Cale bucked. He squealed and rocked, but I kept my mouth on him We rolled on the bed for a while and then Cale started thrusting in earnest. I accepted him into my throat, and he thrusted time and again. I had problems keeping his dick in my mouth he was so insistent, but he finally peaked, then Cale shook and practically jerked his penis out of my mouth. "It tickles!" Cale was still panting. I drew myself up and wrapped him in my arms. "Cale, it's always a little sensitive right after. Mine is more so because I come." I kissed his cheeks and petted his cheeks. "That was fast, Cale, like you'd been waiting all day!" "I was! Peter and me played with each other lots, but he doesn't know how to do it. You know, make me come!" "Darn, Cale, I promised to show him, didn't I? And then we just forgot about it! I hope he isn't mad!" "Well, if you'd shown him then it would have been longer until you got to me! I was dying -- it was hard all day! I couldn't wait!" Cale turned and kissed me hard on the mouth. "Thanks, Uncle Sean!" "Cale, I should thank you! It feels almost electric sucking that little dick! It's so pretty and it tastes like, ah, er, it tastes like my favorite boy! No other thing like it! You can have lasagna, I'll take Cale dick morning noon and night!" I reached down and cupped his balls -- his penis was starting to rise again. Cale started kissing my neck and nuzzling. "I'm tired, but I want to do yours too! I feel in pressing me there! Lay down and close your eyes!" Cale looked me in the eyes with a lascivious grin on his face. He kissed my lips quickly and then picked up the sheets and blanket and draped it over his head as he dove to my crotch. I felt Cale's tongue on my balls, and his hands were working as well all over the shaft of my dick. One hand gripped my shaft and the other held onto my thigh while Cale worked his tongue over my shaft. He was teasing me. He worked his tongue up almost to the head and then back down. I opened my eyes for a second, but just saw the dark of the room. I closed them again. It was like all my senses were being played by Cale like a piano. Finally, after what seemed ages, Cale paid attention to the head of my dick, which was pumping and oozing the whole time. He drank in the pre-cum, licking and slurping. I reached down and put my hand on his shoulder, wanting more contact. Slowly he slipped his mouth over the end of my dick. It was all I could do not to thrust it into his mouth. Then I heard something that broke my concentration. I opened my eyes to find Peter next to the bed, his dark eyes showing bright in the dark. I gripped Cale's shoulder and he froze. "Peter, what are you doing up?" "Um, I think you -- I mean we -- forgot! You were going to show me how to get this thing to go down! It's been hard since I went to bed. And Sasha went to sleep right away. It keeps me awake! Where's Cale?" Cale was frozen, his lips locked on the end of my penis and his breath coming hot from his nose blew on my shaft. As awkward as this was, Sean Junior did not shrink. "Um, Peter, I already helped Cale with his erection. Now he's helping me with mine. You caught us in the middle! I think next time you'd better knock!" Before he left in shock or started crying from my mild scolding I grabbed him and pulled him to me. "Come here! I think I can show you while Cale helps me." I slipped a hand down and felt his hard dick as he perched on the edge of the bed. Cale nibbled at me. I guess he approved. But Peter looked bewildered. I whispered to Peter. "Remember that kiss by the pool this morning? Well, I think we ought to finish what I started there. Get up here and put it close so I can kiss it. Peter was still a bit shocked, but he obeyed, straddling my chest and his dick and balls bobbed before me. Meanwhile, Cale sucked hard on the head of my penis. I gasped and pulled Peter to me with my hands on his butt cheeks. I sucked in his balls quickly and he spasmed in my arms. He shot his hands up and braced himself on the headboard. "Unh! Oh!" Peter was mine! He forgot the thought that Cale was doing something mysterious to me, and surrendered to my lips. I worked up his shaft and engulfed him. Cale began to work me in earnest, bobbing up and down and pausing each time to suck up my pre-cum. I gripped Peter's cheeks in my hands, my fingers entering his cleft and touching his crack. I needed to get him done fast, because I knew I'd lose all concentration in moments as I erupted myself. I sucked at his head, tongued his little slit, then plunged his penis all the way into my mouth. I caught Cale's rhythm and started bobbing on Peter's dick as Cale bobbed on mine. I was near. Peter started thrusting, and my hips began to move involuntarily as well. Peter reached down, insistent, and grabbed me by the hair. "Unh! Unh!" He stopped my thrusting and held himself in my mouth, panting and moaning! I erupted at the same time, forgetting all about warning Cale. The bed was a mass of moaning boys. Cale stayed and swallowed -- I could feel his throat working. Peter let go of my head and pulled himself from my mouth, and Cale rose from my penis and through the blankets. I soon had two boys hugging me! Peter spoke first. "Sean, I can't believe you did that! It felt so good and it almost made me crazy at the end." Cale spoke. "You should see how his feels! Gosh, it gets really big at the end right before it bursts!" Peter looked at Cale, evidently forgetting that Cale was working on me while he got the treatment. "Did you suck Sean's? Didn't that sticky stuff come out?" Cale blushed and nodded his head, and I gave them both a squeeze. Then Cale flashed his devilish grin! "Want to taste it?" Peter stared blankly and nodded. "Well, you can taste it by kissing me, but I think I left some down there!" He touched my dick, and it was definitely still slippery, if a lot smaller already. Cale lifted the sheet off me! "Look, it's getting littler already." Both boys left my arms to inspect my dick. "It's your fault it's shrinking, Cale! Boy, I didn't think you'd stay on it! That was great!" I shouted the last bit, as Peter surprised me by starting licking at the semen on my penis. "Careful around the head, Peter, it's really sensitive right afterwards. And don't do that too much or it will grow again!" Cale giggled and Peter licked a few more times. "It tastes funny. A little like salad dressing or something." Peter came back into my arms, and Cale followed. "Well, I've been eating garlic both of the last two days. I think it tastes a little like what you last had to eat." They both giggled, but their energy level was fading fast. "Guys, it's going to be great sleeping holding you both, but don't you think we ought to make sure Sasha is OK? Let me go get him and bring him in here so he doesn't wake up alone in the middle of the night." I disentangled myself and left the room, penis swaying, proud of itself like a runner after a race. I scooped up Sasha all sprawled on the bed. He was drooling. We walked back in my bedroom and I climbed in. Cale and Peter were already asleep, dead to the world. It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds since I'd left. I covered them up and then got in bed with Sasha in my arms. I kissed him for a while on the cheeks and then spooned him into me to fall asleep. The last I remembered I was kissing the hair at the back of his neck. We all slept once more.