Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2001 21:12:40 -0500
From: beanboy card <beanboycard@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Weeks That Changed Cale's Life, Chapter Nine

The following story is total fiction. Any relationship to persons living or
dead is purely accidental and unintended.

This story depicts sexual acts between people of the same sex (male),
some of whom are under age.  If you find this concept distasteful, or if it
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The Weeks that Changed Cale's Life

Chapter Nine


I lolled between the boys, dreaming of naked bodies and hard little penises
waving in the air in front of me.  I don't think I'd ever had such an
erotic dream before.
  The penises were waving in the air and I couldn't move anything but my
face, my tongue, and I kept jerking my neck.  I guess that's what woke me,
the slobber creeping out of my mouth.

I opened my eyes slowly.  Cale was beside me on my right on his back, and
the sheet was off of both of us.  Sasha, by the feel of it, was
perpendicular across my belly, and his hard penis was thrusting slowly into
my side.  Something was up.

I turned my head and looked.  Sasha was propped up on his hands and staring
at Cales' penis, which also happened to be hard.  Evidently he was
fascinated by Cale's foreskin.  Sasha's eyes were wide and the moonlight
shone off them, making his eyelashes seem long enough to dust Cale's
foreskin.  He was staring closely, and Cale's erection seemed to bob as
Sasha breathed in and out.  I wanted to lay there and watch, but Sasha
needed to know that we didn't play without permission, and it was my
feeling he was about to go further.

I lifted my hand and smoothed it over Sasha's butt, and he turned to me.  I
whispered.  "What are you doing Sasha?"

He got a sheepish look on his face, but didn't move.  "Looking."

"Come up here!"  I swung his butt around, and his penis must have twisted a
little.  He got a grimace and immediately lifted his butt, then settled on
top of me, carefully lowering his penis until it nestled into the hair
around my navel.

We looked each other eye to eye, and I slipped a hand down to cradle his
butt against me and asked.  "So, what are you so curious about?"  I kissed
his nose to make sure he knew I wasn't mad.

"Cale's is different.  I wanted to see it close.  It doesn't have the same
end as mine does."

I whispered back.  "But why didn't you ask him if you could earlier?"

"I didn't think he'd let me look at it up close.  I want to see the skin
over it and everything.  It's different."

"Well, yeah it's different!  I think you were going to try to touch it,
weren't you?"

Sasha looked at me long and straight in the eyes.  "Yeah!"  He said it
softly, and his breath caressed my face, a little sour from sleep.

I leaned up and whispered in Sasha's ear.  "Well, it's not nice to touch
someone there if they don't want you to.  But I bet Cale would show you and
let you touch it if you ask tomorrow."  I kissed his ear softly.

He backed up and looked me in the eyes again.  By the moonlight his eyes
seemed impossibly large.  I leaned in and kissed him on the lips, and kept
my lips there.  He responded, and our pursed lips pressed each other hard.
At the same time, Sasha started humping against my stomach.  I guess he
liked the kiss.  I broke it though and reached up to whisper again.

"You like that kiss, don't you?"  I rubbed his butt, encouraging his
motion.
  By then my penis was hard and almost grazed his balls.  "So, I think we
need to get to sleep, don't you?"

Sasha nodded enthusiastically.  Then he caught himself.  "I can't"

"What do you mean, Sasha, it's nighttime and we both need our sleep.  We
have to get up early!"

He leaned into me and whispered urgently.  "My dick is hard!  It won't get
little!  I can't sleep!"  Sasha was panting, but on the threshold of a
giggle.

I thought a minute, but only a short time.  "Honey, I think you might need
help with that.  Do you want me to show you how?"  Frankly, I didn't want
him having an orgasm there because he would have caused me to spew all over
his butt - for a boy who hadn't ever seen that, it could have shocked him.

Sasha nodded again.  I pulled him off me and to my left side and laid him
on his back.

"Ok, Sasha, I want you to be quiet so we don't wake the others, and you
might want to just close your eyes and concentrate on how good it feels.
I'll make that little dick feel even better than it did when you were
poking me in the stomach, OK?"

He nodded again, and I propped myself up on my elbow and bent in and kissed
him solidly.  When I broke the kiss I spoke again.  "Relax, boy, you'll
like this!"

I kept kissing him, on the nose, the cheeks and on the ears, coming back on
occasion to kiss his sweet lips.  At the same time I moved my right hand
down and made circles on his belly.  Then I slowly dropped my hand to
encircle his penis.

Sasha's eyes shot open, and I kissed him on the cheek.  "Relax now, I know
it feels good, and it will feel better and better."  He nodded and
swallowed hard as my fingers wandered across his scrotum and I slowly moved
to jerk him off.

Sasha was smiling though, and he soon got into the rhythm.  I pulled on his
tiny penis slowly up and down, then turned my face away from the cheek to
watch my hands in the moonlight.  It wasn't easy to see, and with each of
my slow strokes my fingers covered the bulbous little mushroom head.  He
didn't have much slack in his skin.  He was hard, very hard, and as I
continued to jerk on his little penis he started panting hard.  I looked
back to his face, but continued.

Sasha was breathing hard, and he smiled at me.  I reached up to kiss his
cheeks again and he turned and planted his lips on mine.  Now his breath
was coming out of his mouth, almost so hard as to dislodge our lips.  He
forced mine open and rammed his tongue in.  I was startled at his
fierceness, his passion, and that he even knew people did this.  Could it
be instinct?  It so startled me that my hand stopped so I could concentrate
on the kiss.  Sasha immediately squealed into my mouth and slapped at my
arm.

I took his cue, almost afraid he'd have a fit if I didn't.  I began to move
my hand a little faster and then sucked his tongue moving mine against it
slowly.  Sasha breathed harder, then sucked my tongue and I moved it
between his lips.  He also began bucking his hips just a little.  This boy
was all too passionate, and if I didn't keep my lips firmly planted he was
likely to wake the other boys with screams.

He was insistent.  I kissed even harder, and moved my hand faster and
firmer, knowing he wasn't far away.  As for myself, my own penis was
straining and poking Sasha's hip.  I was going to come all over him if I
didn't watch it, but he was squirming so much that I had no choice but to
ignore my own erection and continue.

I changed my grip, placing as much of my hand around his dick as I could,
and started milking.  But I had to catch a breath, so I released my lips
and panted myself, reaching at the same time to tongue Sasha's ear.  He
moaned loudly, then bucked harder.  His own head pushed at mine and he
leaned in and sucked on my earlobe.  I went even faster, and he bit me.

I yelped and Sasha shook hard, his penis flexing in my hand.  He kept a
grip on my ear, but only with his lips and tongue now.  A long low cry
screamed in my ear.  Like an "oooh" and repeated several times.  Sasha also
slapped at my hand and I released it from his penis, then I gently rubbed
his belly.

Sasha finally stopped shaking from his orgasm, and he collapsed.  He curled
almost into a fetal position towards me, and as I lay back exhausted
myself, he wrapped around me, kissed me on the shoulder, and fell asleep.

I spoke audibly, stunned by the power of the boy.  "Wow, that was the
biggest. . . "

"It sure was Uncle Sean!  I don't shake THAT much!"  I turned a little.
Cale was propped on an elbow staring at Sasha and I.  I mean, his eyes were
wide and his jaw had dropped.

"How long have you been awake, Cale?"

"About since you started I think!  It was loud in here!  And the bed was
shaking.  I think Peter is still asleep though.  Uncle Cale, why was his
orgasm so wild, I mean, compared to mine?"

"Let's talk softer Cale, though I bet we couldn't wake him up if we spanked
him.  And pull the covers up and snuggle in here.  We'll whisper, OK?"

"OK!  I just couldn't believe it!  I don't shake that much - he seemed to
be having so much fun - was it because you were kissing him too?"

"Cale, I suspect some boys just react stronger than others.  Don't be
jealous now - I kissed him to try to keep him quiet.  And you know what?
He stuck his tongue in my mouth like he does it every day!  I was stunned!
You and I both thought he was shy, but he was a Tiger!  He bit my ear while
he was having his orgasm!"

Cale was speechless.  He was holding me tight though.  He yawned.

"Cale, let's get to sleep.  One thing, I'm glad you didn't interrupt.  That
was the first time for Sasha, and he's going to remember it for a long
time."

"Uncle Sean?  Um, I want to, well, you know!  Can you, ummm, put your dick
in my butt again?  I want to do it again."  Cale was very shy, and he
didn't meet my eyes, but it was obvious, from the way he was rubbing his
penis against me that he was earnest.

"Well, Cale, I don't know when we'll get a chance.  All of us guys are
together all the time.  And, well, making love like that is pretty private,
you know?"

"Uncle Sean, so is sucking a dick!  And you and me and Peter did that
together tonight!"

"Bet you were embarrassed when he first came in, weren't you?"  I kissed
him on the cheek.

"I was scared.  It's one thing to have a mouth full of your dick and try to
make you feel really good.  But when you think you're being watched is
weird!  I mean, it was really just about my first time!  But it was pretty
cool how it worked out."  Cale was becoming Mr. Motormouth again, but he
was obviously tired.  His penis was softening at my side.

"Cale, that was a wonderful time - no doubt!  You did a great job!  As to
getting together and going all the way again, I just don't know."

"I got an idea, Uncle Sean!  Why don't you have them read something like
you made me do!  That way we could have some private time!  Please!  I
mean, I know you like it, but I also can tell that you think it's weird
that I like it, but I do!  It feels so good!  It's the closest I get to
going nuts like Sasha just did."

I was speechless for a moment.  Yes, I felt guilty about making love to
Cale before.  Hell, when I felt guilty I used the words 'fucking his ass'
in my mind.  And it wasn't pretty.  But it was good.  And we were closer
during that then we had been at any time.  Cale was insistent.  Still, I
was very wary.  We already had a house full of little horndogs.  I wasn't
sure what to do, but my mind latched on the perfect story for Peter and
Sasha to read.

"Cale, I'm not sure.  I want to think about this a bit more.  But I know
another story.  It might be a good idea.  Let's get up before the others
and talk a little more, OK?  In the meantime, let's get to sleep."  I
kissed him on the cheek and squeezed him tight to me.

"OK, Uncle Cale, it's a deal.  But one more thing.  Will you kiss me on the
lips before we go to sleep?"

"Sure Cale, I can't get enough of that!  You are my little boyfriend!"
While I was shocked that I said that, I was smiles from ear to ear.  We
kissed, with a little tongue, and my penis twitched again, and I felt
Cale's do so as well, but I broke off the kiss after 20 seconds or so.
"Now, let's get to sleep.  We've got a long day tomorrow.  And Cale?"

"What?"  He looked me in the eyes again.

"I love you."

We snuggled up, with Sasha still zonked out on my other side, and went to
sleep.  Good thing too - it was 1:00 am, and I had set the alarm for 6.


The alarm rang at six am, and I leapt from the bed.  I was determined that
I was going to get the boys up too.  Sasha was still clinging to me, as was
Cale, and Peter was close to Cale.  I got out of bed, disentangling myself,
then I shouted out.  "Boys, it's time to get up - time for our morning
swim!  Come on, let's go!"

I yanked all three off them of the bed and, with a little hesitation, we
all walked down to the pool.  Before we went in Sasha pulled on my arm and
pulled me aside.

"Uncle Sean?  Thanks for doing that last night.  I slept really good
after."

"Sasha, one thing you may not know - I did that kind of stuff with your
brother before we got you in bed, and with Cale.  It's not what parents
usually do with their boys, you know.  But you can let them know if you
want.  It's our family secret, ok?"

Sasha nodded, and we went to the pool.

I hated that I'd now had to swear all boys to secrecy.  It gnawed at me.  I
wasn't at all sure of what I was doing.  Yeah, on one hand I was
accommodating three horny boys.  On the other hand, this was incest with
Cale, and child molestation with the other two.  Still, as I walked in the
pool I realized these three boys may have been happier than they'd ever
been in their lives.  They were enjoying it a lot - especially.Sasha.
Lord, I didn't think a human could come that hard, man or boy!

Sasha went immediately in to the other two.  I shouted immediately!  "Cale,
are you forgetting something?"

Cale was already in the pool, and he stiffened, then looked around at me.

"Rules Cale!"  I pointed at Sasha.  "Do it while I start swimming my laps.
You can help Peter!  And everyone, we don't have much time in here today,
so get your playing done fast!"

I heard three "yessirs" as I started my laps.

I started in on my exercise, twenty laps of breast strokes.  I was
surprised in a few moments to feel the presence of three companions
swimming alongside.  Sasha was on my right and squeezed in by the side of
the pool.  I adjusted quickly to give him more room.  The others were on my
left keeping pace.  More than at any other time, I felt this was a family.

In the second five laps Peter began to drop off, but Cale and Sasha kept
pace.  I wasn't that fast a swimmer, but the boys were just boys after all.
Soon Cale dropped off, and it was just Sasha keeping with me stroke for
stroke.  I tried to put on a burst at the end, but found that I hadn't much
left.  I had been going faster than my usual pace.  I guess I was preening
in front of my boys.  Still, I mustered a bit of speed, and by the time we
finished I was able to turn around and catch Sasha as he slid through the
water towards me.

I tickled Sasha while I caught my breath, holding him to me with his back
to my chest.  At 4'4", he was barely able to keep his head up, even here in
the shallow end.  I tickled him a lot.  He finally got his breath and
reached down and goosed me.  I arched my back and fell into the pool,
dousing Sasha as well.  We giggled as we surfaced, then I carried him over
where Cale and Peter were playing.

"Come on guys, we have to get on our way.  Let's get out and get out and
have a shower.  We have to get dressed.  You may not know it, but we've got
a big meeting!"

Cale was the first to respond.  God love him, he swam to the side to get
out, and then said to me, "Where are we going today, Uncle Sean?"

"Well, Cale, we're going to get haircuts for these two, and then the
University for a meeting, then we'll come back here, where Peter and Sasha
have a task to do while we go and work on getting to know one another a
little better.  But first we have to take a shower!  Come on guys, out of
the pool!"

The boys scrambled out, and I turned on the showerheads.  As had become the
habit, Cale and Peter got under one and Sasha and I got under another.
While we all got excited cleaning each other, it was a friendly and almost
businesslike shower.  Yes, we ended the shower with erections, though mine
was only partial.  Peter and Cale were a little more rambunctious than
Sasha and I were, but we all finished and dried off, and I was about to say
that we ought to go upstairs and dress when Cale interrupted.

"Uncle Sean, it's time for inspections!"  It caught be by surprise!  I
looked at Cale and he was turned with his back to me and his arms stretched
out like he'd just stuck a landing from the uneven parallel bars.  Only his
butt looked much nicer than that of the girl gymnasts.  Sasha and Peter
looked at him, and then Cale said, "assume the position guys!"

Of course, they all lined up there, hands over their head.

"Guys, this happened first with Cale and I way back when I gave him baths
when he was little.  There were parts of him he never figured out how to
scrub good enough, so we started a game where I checked to see if he was
clean."

Cale interrupted again.  "Come on, Uncle Sean, aren't you going to
inspect?"
  He was eager to start the ball rolling.

I hesitated.  "OK!  Here goes!  You boys put down your hands until it's
your turn or they'll get very tired.  Besides, you have to watch to see how
an inspection works!"

I leaned into Cale and peered closely behind his ears and gave a kiss to
each one.  "They're clean!"

Then I checked under his arms and all along his back.  At that point, he
bento over and spread his cheeks apart.

I ran my finger along the crack of his butt and he jumped just a little
when I touched his hole.  Then I bent over and looked.  "Clean as can be,
Cale!"  I stood up and swatted his butt softly.  "Now turn around."

Cale turned around and it was obvious that he was enjoying the treatment.
His penis was pointing to the sky, though the end was still covered.  I
started with his face and came in real close.  I planted a wet kiss near
his ear.

Peter spoke up.  "Did you see that, it boinged!  Was that because you
kissed him?"

I nodded, and continued, tracing my finger down Cale's neck and circling
each of his nipples.

"It jumped again!  I want to be next!"  It was Sasha this time, and he and
Peter were getting closer to watch the inspection.  They were also clearly
excited.

"I think they jumped on you two as well!"  I pointed down at each of them,
and smiled.  They just nodded, though Sasha blushed a little.  He was
starting to get overheated.

I leaned in next and tongued Cale's bellybutton for about three seconds.
"Well, Cale, that was clean enough to eat off of!"  He was squirming hard
now.

"Cale, Sasha asked me a question last night.  He wondered what the head of
your dick looked like.  So know I think I'm going to show him, OK?"

Cale nodded as I reached down, grabbed Cale's penis with two fingers, and
slowly slid the foreskin down.  "See Sasha, it's just like yours, only a
lot redder.  And I'm proud of you Cale, it looks very clean!"

"Clean enough to eat off of?"  Cale may have been panting with pleasure,
but he knew what he wanted and wasn't shy at all about expressing it.  He
winked when he said it, and it was clear what he wanted.

"What do you think, Peter, Sasha, is it clean enough to eat off of?"

They both looked at me, then bent down and looked at the head of Cale's
penis poking out between my fingers.  They looked real close.  Then they
looked up at me and nodded, Peter more vigorously than Sasha.

I leaned in and slid the head of Cale's dick into my mouth, swirled my
tongue around, and then slid it back out, kissing the very tip before I
stood up again.  "So, aren't you two a little hungry?  Care for a taste?"
I still had a grip on Cale's penis, but also supported him with a hand on
his butt.  I'm sure his knees were weak.

Peter went first, but he got all the way on his knees.  I pointed Cale's
penis down just a little, and Peter followed my example.  I watched Cale's
eyes grow wide, then looked down as Peter pulled off of him licking his
lips.

"Go ahead Sasha, it's good!  And he'll do it to you and you'll love it!
And we're next!"  Peter was hopping from one foot to the other as he said
it!

Sasha bent down and licked his lips as if he'd had his mouth go dry just
watching.  He got near and then kissed the tip of Cale's penis.  Cale
jerked and then nearly all of it slid in between Sasha's lips.  Sasha's
eyes popped open, but he didn't stop, just slowly slid the three and a half
inches out of his mouth, lingering on the head just a moment longer before
he pulled away with a grin.

"That was neat, and it looked like it feels a lot better than fingers,
Uncle Sean!"

I released Cale and he staggered a little.  He spoke, though, not totally
out of it!  "Which of you is next?"

Peter raised his hand and practically jumped in the air, and Sasha just
pouted a bit.  I replied, "Don't worry, Sasha, you'll get your turn.
Assume the position Peter!"

Peter was already hard as a rock, his penis just as long as Cale's, but
seemingly slimmer without the foreskin.  I moved behind him and followed
the same procedure.  He jumped a little and I gave him a wet kiss near the
back of his ear.  He giggled when I peered closely under his arms, and then
he grinned big as he bent over and spread his cheeks.

I looked in at a new sight, but similar to Cale.  Mounds of white expanse
held apart by eager fingers.  As I leaned down to look I had a boy on
either side of me.  The room had gone quiet.  It occurred to me that
neither of these two had seen the spread cheeks of a boy - they were as new
to this as I was just days ago.

"Does one of you too want to do the honors?"  Cale jumped at the chance.  I
was lucky he didn't point his nose in there and lick Peter.  He didn't do
it as slowly as I, but he definitely excited Peter more than I would have,
moving his finger in circles around Peter's anus until it sunk in to the
knuckle.  I quickly grabbed Peter before he fell, and Cale finished the
back half of the inspection.  As I was embracing him my own hard penis
brushed against his side, leaving a trail or pre-cum along in its wake.  I
shifted myself to swing my penis away from him.  It was the first time I
noticed I was hard - and dripping!

Cale was sure to notice.  I turned Peter around.  "Time to do the front!"
Peter had recovered his grin, and I leaned in and inspected both ears with
kisses.  Ran my along his chest and tickled his nipples.  He jumped.  Then
I leaned in and kissed his bellybutton.

"Well, Peter, since you don't have a foreskin, I guess we don't have to
inspect that thing!"  I said this while toying with his penis with one
finger, causing it to bob in front of our eyes.

Peter's jaw dropped until he saw me wink.  "Sasha, why don't you take a
look and see if that is clean enough, will you?"  I figured the Cale got a
special treat, so Sasha could do the inspection.

Little did I know, Sasha didn't eyeball Peter's penis and give the all
clear, he leaned in, opened his mouth, and took it in to the hilt, slowly
backing off as before, then opened his mouth wide and tongued the head of
Peter's penis for a moment.  Peter's face was stunned.  He clearly wasn't
ready.

"Well, Cale, I guess it must be clean enough, judging by the grin on
Sasha's face.  Shall I go next?"

Cale nodded, so I leaned in and instead of going for the penis, licked
Peter's balls and then slid them in my mouth one at a time.  I played my
tongue over them throughout, and then released them, finishing up with a
peck of a kiss on the head of Peter's penis.

"OK, Cale, you're turn!"

Peter's eyes were bugging out!  Cale leaned in and just put the head of
Peter's penis in his mouth, and you could see his tongue rolling.  Then he
applied suction, and I moved over to keep Peter from keeling over.  Cale
kissed the penis goodbye and stood up licking his lips.  "Assume the
position Sasha!"  Cale was eager!

"Peter, why don't you inspect the back, but let me get the ears, OK?"  I
reached down and kissed behind both of Sasha's ears.  He sighed audibly
each time.  I also checked under his armpits, but it was clear by now that
the boys were here for action, and rituals be damned.

Sasha bent over and I backed away to let Peter do the checking.

Peter anxiously stepped forward and said, "Spread 'em Sasha!"

Sasha spread his cheeks and I held him at the waist.  It seemed likely that
my little screamer might faint somewhere along the way here.  Peter drew
his finger down and copied Cale, twirling it in Sasha's hole until he'd
entered the puckered opening a little, though he twirled the finger while
it was buried in there more than Cale did.  Sasha's hips bucked and his
panting got hard enough that small squeals came out of him.  Peter finished
with a very surprised look on his face.

I said, "OK, time for the front, stand up Sasha!  Oh, and guys, Sasha is
very sensitive!  I've never seen someone react that way before, so go easy!
Isn't that right Cale?"

Sasha responded.  "How does he know?"

"Well, Sasha, you were reacting so strong last night that you woke Cale up.
He though it was amazing.  Now, let me check you out!"

I checked his ears again, and this time continued the kissing and gave him
a really nice kiss, but with no tongue.  I continued and sucked on Sasha's
right nipple, making sure to hold him tight.  It was a good thing, as Sasha
let out another high-pitched squeal.  I continued and licked out his
bellybutton, and the squeals continued, with his hips bucking his penis
into my neck.

"Don't worry Sasha, I'll get there."  I grabbed his penis in my fingers and
put my other arm around his waist.  Then I stuck out my tongue and licked
it from top to bottom and then back.  At the end I captured the head
between careful teeth and sucked on it gently, slowly pulling off after
just three or four seconds.

Sasha was making huge squeals.  I stopped mainly to make sure Sasha didn't
fall over.

"Sasha, are you sure you can take this standing up?  You're getting awfully
excited here!"

He nodded hard, still panting.  I sidled around back of him and then
wrapped my arms around him.  My penis was still dripping, but I felt he
needed the support, and it felt very good.  His body was hot and the
lubrication had dripped all along my penis.  His every breath slid his back
against me, the little knuckles of his spine bumping into the head of my
penis.

Peter went next, and again he got on his knees.  He copied his brother and
swallowed Sasha's two and a half in spear to the hilt.  Sasha helped,
bucking into Peter's face as he came near.  He moaned as Peter sucked up
and down.  I held him tight at the risk of coming all over his back, and
then Peter finished with a little kiss on the head of Sasha's penis.

"OK, guys, we're almost done.  Cale, are you ready?"  I leaned down to
Sasha's 4'4" frame and kissed him on the top of the head.

Cale copied me.  He got on his knees and licked at Sasha's balls with one
hand jerking slowly on his penis.  First one ball disappeared in his mouth,
then the other.  Sasha started to almost scream.  His pants were
accompanied by squeals that echoed off the walls, bringing enormous grins
to Peter and Cale's faces.  With a ball in his mouth and his tongue active,
Cale started giggling, though he didn't stop his hand playing with Sasha's
shaft.

"OK, Cale, that's good enough!  Lord, you'll give the poor boy a heart
attack."  I wanted it over because Sasha's wiggling was about to make me
erupt.  And he'd probably have to have another shower, because his back was
covered in my pre-cum.

Cale withdrew and looked me in the eye.  "We're not through Uncle Sean,
we've got to inspect you!"  Both of the other boys nodded, though Sasha was
a little slow to get his bearings.

I let Sasha go, and stood so they could see me.  Sean Junior was standing
straight up and slick all along the head and shaft.  There was even pre-cum
on my balls.

"Are you guys sure?  I mean, it's pretty messy down there."

Sasha disengaged himself from me and looked up with a lustful leer.  "You
got your stuff all over me.  I think we should inspect!"

I couldn't help grinning.  He was standing there with his hands on his hips
and he wiggled them right and left.  I was backed up against a wall.

Peter chimed in.  "Yeah, you gotta be inspected too!"

And Cale followed.  "Uncle Sean!  Assume the position!"  He giggled a lot
when he said it, and the other two joined him

I decided to go with the flow.  I put my hands behind my head and said,
"OK, boys, you got me!  I'm all yours.  Inspect to your heart's content!
Don't take all day though, or we'll be late for our meeting at the
University."

Cale went and dragged over a chair and he placed it behind me and climbed
on.  But now he was too tall to check me out.  Sasha and Peter stood and
giggled at him.

"Uncle Cale, I don't thing this is going to work!  Oh, I got it!"  He
dragged away the chair and turned to Sasha and Peter.  "Uncle Sean, bend
over and spread those cheeks.  You guys check his ears and make sure
they're clean."

It was a game when I played it with Cale, and it was clearly a game almost
out of control when the three of us just played it.  Now it felt almost
humiliating.  These three pre-teens had spread their cheeks boldly, but at
nearly four times their age I was blushing.  Still, I kind of liked being
ordered around by Cale.  He was tons bolder than that just a week or so
ago.

Cale startled me first by lightly grasping my balls.  Then Sasha and Peter
came over and started in.  I got a wet kiss from Peter on my right ear, and
Sasha petted the hair in my armpit while kissing my left ear.  And then
Cale's finger trailed down, found my hole, and circled it slowly.  I
couldn't help it.  I jumped, and gathered Sasha in my arm and sought out
his lips.  I kissed him deeply as Cale's finger parted my pucker and
twisted itself inside me.  Peter kissed me harder around my ear, and then
Cale broke it up by finishing the inspection, at least that part of it.  I
found I wished that he'd continued all day with his explorations as long as
I had my two long-haired cuties kissing me.

"OK, stand up now!"  Cale was relishing his role as leader.

I stood with my hands to my sides and with six inches sticking out from a
bush of hair in my crotch.  The boys stared at it, especially Sasha and
Peter.  A long strand of pre-cum was dripping off my penis and heading to
the floor.

"Uncle Sean, that thing is definitely not clean enough to eat off of!
You've got a leak!"  Cale giggled and continued.  "Who's first?"

Peter and Sasha both stepped forward, evidently unafraid of the goo dripping
off my penis.

Cale gave the orders again.  "Peter, you're first then."  Cale grabbed
Sasha's hand and whispered to him.  "This is fun, and fun to watch, too!"
Cale then reached down and fondled Sasha.  "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Meanwhile, Peter took his hand and slid it along the length of my penis,
which immediately pointed upward for him.  His hand was slick with my
pre-cum.  He slid his fingers over the head, then bent forward and kissed
it.  I shuddered, but was a bit embarrassed at being the focus of three
boys.  Well, Cale and Sasha were staring, but they were busy fondling each
other too.  Sasha was stretching Cale's foreskin and playing with it.

I gasped suddenly and looked down.  Peter had engulfed the head of my penis
and was sucking lightly with soft action from his tongue.  Then he withdrew
with a kiss of the tip.  I exhaled strongly, and he looked up at me and
smiled and wiped his mouth.  "Hope you liked that!  Next!"

Cale and Sasha dropped their hands before Peter could see, then they looked
at me sheepishly, realizing for the first time that I'd been watching.

Cale stepped forward.  I was aching, and it was going to be hard for me to
resist coming.  And since the boys didn't get off, I didn't feel it was
right for me to do so.  But if I did, I'd rather that it be Cale who caught
it.

"Cale, why don't you go last, OK?  After all, you are the expert at
inspections."  He nodded and gave Sasha a pat on the butt and Sasha moved
forward, looked me in the eye and then looked at my penis, which thankfully
had drooped a little.  Still, the thing was still dripping.

Sasha placed his hand under my penis and rubbed the pre-cum around the
head.
  It leept in his hand.  He turned up to me.  "Is this the stuff you got
all over my back?"

His fingers still caressed me as I answered.  "You're right, Sasha, when a
grown man gets a boner that stuff comes out sometimes.  And you guys had me
very excited.  I'm glad you didn't mind.  By the way, your fingers feel
really good."  While he was a screamer in his own right, he somehow made me
pant even more than Cale had.

"It's slimey!"  But Sasha didn't make a face.  Instead he opened his mouth
and used the same technique as before, shoving as much of my penis into his
mouth as he could.  I groaned.  He used almost no tongue, and has swallowed
all but an inch or two of my penis.  Then the clamped his lips on it and
slowly drew back until he captured only the head.  Then he used his tongue
to help increase the suction.  I felt my balls draw up and my hips flexed a
little.  With one stroke he almost brought me to an orgasm.
  I was relieved when he drew off of it and looked up at me.

"I think you're clean, at least now you are!"  He gave my shaft one last
squeeze and turned to Cale.

Both the other boys had been stroking themselves during the display,
darting glances from each other to Sasha.  Cale dropped his toy and it
bounced in front of him as he came up to give the final inspection.

"Guys, it's not clean, see!  It still has drops at the end."  The other two
cane over to look, and Cale gave me his sexy grin.  "I bet I can get more
drops out!"

Cale then planted hot wet kisses up and down my shaft and started jerking
it with his hand.  I was not going to be able to hold back unless he
stopped shortly.  Well, it was inevitable that the boys would see this
soon, and Peter had certainly seen the aftermath the night before.  I
wanted to warn Sasha about what he was going to see, but couldn't speak
through my panting.

Cale fit his lips over the head of my penis and started licking, pushing it
in his mouth slowly while still jerking my shaft, I was no more than ten
seconds away.  He had the whole head in his mouth and had started sucking
on it when he must have felt the oncoming rush of sperm.  I groaned, he
slipped his lips off of my penis, and looked at Peter and Sasha almost with
pride as I came.  The first shot oozed, and I hoped not to spurt all over,
but the next shot Cale in the cheek and dripped down his chest and onto his
own penis.  He quickly latched onto me again and coaxed the rest out,
swallowing as he went.

"Well, guys, thanks you three very much!  That was as nice as I've ever had
it.  I'm serious!"  As Cale pulled off me I pulled him up and leaned in and
kissed him on the lips, and then whispered in his ear.  "Except once!"

Then I looked down and touched Cale's penis lightly.  "Who wants this
before we go upstairs?"  Peter dove for it, sucked in Cale's penis and
cleaned it up quick.  I was going to lean down and lick off Cale's cheek,
but Sasha beat me to it.  We all looked at each other afterwards and
giggled.

"Now, let's go up and get dressed.  You guys put on nice clothes with your
sandals and we'll run some errands, go to the university, and also get
haircuts for my two longhaired boys!"

I stumbled behind them, sure that it was going to be a long, long day.

We all then got dressed and I combed hair on three boys and we loaded again
in the convertible, with Sasha in the front seat.  We were late, so we
stopped by the convenience store for coffee, orange juice and donuts, and
then we walked to the hair salon.  We barely made the appointments in time.

We walked into the bright shop and Angela was waiting for us, but evidently
surprised at me with three boys in tow.

"Well, Sean, it's a good thing I like dirty blond hair!  How much are we
going to have on the floor after this?  And who are these handsome
gentlemen?"

Angela was South Philly through and through.  Half Irish and half Italian,
she wore clothes that were slightly risqu‚ and today she had a top on
that showed off a great deal of a pair of very lovely and large breasts.
Both Sasha and Peter had begun to blush hugely, and Cale was right behind.
I guess they weren't repelled by women.  Peter's penis was pushing at the
front of his pants, and I'll bet the others were just in a good enough
position that it didn't show.

I stood behind the boys and responding, placing my hand on the appropriate
boy's head as I introduced them "Angela, this is Cale, my nephew and new
permanent resident at Chez Martin, and this is Sasha and this is Peter, who
are foster kids so far, but I think we're going to try to keep them.  And
they need haircuts badly!  Now say hello to Angela, boys!"

Sasha stammered a shy hello, and so did the other two right afterwards.

"So, which one of you gets to come downstairs with me first?  How about you
Sasha?"

He nodded slowly, then reached around and held my hand.  He looked up at
me, pleading with his eyes.  "Will you come too, Uncle Sean?"

"Why don't we all come down and watch.  Cale, do you need a cut too?"

He shook his head and blushed harder.

We then all trooped down the stairs to her station, and Angela grabbed
Sasha's hand to lead him to the wash bowl to shampoo his hair, but he
wouldn't let go of my hand, so I followed along as well.

"Angela, the boys are very shy around girls.  Sorry, but I think I'll be
holding this one's hand for a bit."

"That's no problem Sean.  Then I can charm you both at the same time!"  She
winked at Sasha, who was now blushing a deep crimson.

She leaned him back with his head over the basin and washed and then
conditioned Sasha's hair, all the while shaking those big breasts right in
his face.  Sasha noticed, and while it was only Peter's hard-on that showed
earlier, in his new position Sasha's was creating a little pup tent.  Maybe
we should all have gotten off this morning, and not just me.  Still, I
chuckled at him staring up and those bobbing globes.

When she was done she dried his hair and motioned for us to follow her, and
Sasha took the first opportunity to straighten his shorts.  He gave me an
exasperated look and I led him into the other room.  Luckily, he released
my hand and sat in the chair for Angela to start the cut.

"So, what do you want me to do with this, Sasha?"

He was speechless, so I answered for him.  "Use your judgement and make it
stylish, Angela.  I'm sure we can change it later if we need to."

Sasha decided to pipe up at that point.  "I want mine like Cale's!"  Peter
nodded vigorously.

It looked like we were going to have three little skinheads in the family,
but it was a cute cut on Cale.  I nodded and Angela began with the
clippers.

"Well, with that cut, Sean, we're going to get you some styling products
for the front to make the hair stand up.  I've got a good one for you.  And
it won't take long with the clippers.  Hold still Sasha."

He was looking straight at her breasts and slipped a hand under the cape to
adjust himself again.  This was comical, but I held back the laughter.

Cale spoke up, but quietly.  "Uncle Sean, can we talk for a second?"

I led him to the shampoo room and crouched next to him.  "What's up Cale?"

"I thought I was going to be gay, but my dick is as hard as a rock!  I
think it's because of that lady's boobs!  I mean Angela's.  What's wrong?"

"Well, Cale, first of all, we're still not sure you're going to be gay.
Lots of boys play with other boys, and then they get to an age where they
like girls.  Or you might like both.  And second of all, you got close to
an orgasm with our little sucking games this morning.  All three of you
did.  I'll bet all three of you are hard most of the day.  Remember though,
I'm going to help you with that later!"

"No, you're going to help me in the butt!  And I can't wait!"  Cale poked
me in the chest as he said it, and it was clear he'd been anticipating our
session for a while.

"We'll try Cale, but don't get your hopes too high, OK?  Now let's go back
to the others.  You know they've both got boners too!"

We walked in to see a brand new Sasha.  In some way I missed his long hair.
I loved running my hands through it.  But he was transformed.  His eyes
seemed bigger and they were framed by the longest lashes I'd ever seen.
His cheeks seemed fuller as well, and he didn't seem such a waif as before.
I smiled at him.

"Sasha, that's a pretty haircut!  Now it's your turn Peter!  Sasha, come
over here and let me rub your head - it looks adorable.

He walked over and his penis was still poking out.  I was going to have to
show these boys how to hide that.  Peter got in the chair and looked a bit
nervous.  He was about to get the Angela treatment and I'll bet he'd be
uncomfortable down there as well.

"Here, Sasha, let me help you tuck in your shirt!"  I unbuttoned him,
quickly slid my hand in nad set his penis so it was standing straight up,
pulled his underwear higher so it would hold it there, and then buttoned
him up again.  I whispered to him, "That's the secret, you know, to making
it so it doesn't show."

Things went without incident the rest of the way.  Cale and Sasha sat and
mildly played grab-ass for a while and I read the latest sports
illustrated.  We pretty much forgot Peter for the next fifteen minutes.
Then I looked up and he was finished.

Even more than Sasha, he had been changed.  His eyebrows stood out dark,
the shade probably that his hair would turn as he got older.  His nose
seemed slimmer, and it looked noble, but it was his mouth that seemed
changed the most.  His smirk seemed more dignified, yet at a turn of his
lips made him see lascivious and horny.  No doubt he was, if Cale and Sasha
were any indication.  My boys were all beautiful, and I was entranced - a
very lucky man.

We had no untoward incident as we paid, left a healthy tip and left the
salon.  Oh, Angela tried to kiss the boys, but they ducked and ran.  We got
in the convertible and I turned to the boys.

"OK, we're going to the supermarket, then I have an hour long meeting at
the office.  I've noticed that you all had boners in there, and that's
probably my fault, since I was the only one to get an orgasm this morning.
So when we get to the office I'll introduce you to everyone and then let
you guys have the privacy of my office for a bit and take care of those
little dicks!  But between now and then, let's not embarrass ourselves -
learn how to make it so it doesn't show so much, OK?"

I got tons of giggles in return.  Then we took off.  We bought about $150
worth of groceries - I wasn't a bachelor anymore, and got to the office
with ten minutes to spare.

We walked in to the office and I beamed with pride.  Daniel, my secretary,
sat behind his desk in front of my office.  Dan's about 26, slim, and
always dressed fine.  I suspected he was gay, and he was the best secretary
I'd ever had in my three years as Department Chair.  If I was staying on I
would have to think of a raise or something in order to keep him

Daniel was stunned at my three pretty boys as we came in.  The boys were
quiet and well-behaved, and I introduced them.  "Daniel, this is Cale, my
nephew, and these two handsome boys are my new foster sons Sasha and Peter.
And, I have to tell you, they're not usually this shy.  Come on, guys,
shake Daniel's hand!"

The boys came forward slowly and put out their hands.  They were giving sly
grins.  I think my handsome secretary was causing the same reaction in them
that Angela did.

"Daniel, I'm going to put these guys in my office during the meeting.  I
think I've got some lemonade in my fridge - I'll get it for them.  And can
you interrupt the meeting after one hour?  Do it by bringing in the boys,
OK?  That way everyone will have to stop talking.  Now, let me get them
settled and I'm off to the meeting."  I herded the boys in the office and
closed the door.

"OK, boys," I said as I poured three glasses of lemonade.  "Here's a deck
of cards, but don't play with them yet.  Come stand in front of me."

I knelt down to their level and looked them in the eye one by one.

"I know you guys have had an uncomfortable problem all morning.  I want you
to handle it yourselves in here before you play cards, OK?"  Sasha looked
at me like he didn't know what I was talking about.  I reached to his
crotch and grabbed hold of it.

"This stiff little problem here, Sasha - I've noticed you've all been that
way since we got out of the pool.  I want you guys to handle that and then
play cards.  But there are some ground rules."

The leader as always, Cale spoke up.  "What are the rules Uncle Sean?"

"First, just drop your pants and be ready to pull them up if you have to.
Daniel could come in here any minute and I don't want him to find you
totally naked.  Second, no sucking for the same reason.  If you're just
jerking off, then you can pull your pants up quicker.  And third, you have
to do it pretty soon after I get out of here so you're decent by the time
Daniel comes to take you to the meeting.  Does everyone understand?"

Peter and Sasha looked bewildered.  Peter spoke up.  "What's jerking off?"
Sasha nodded right after.

I turned to Sasha first.  "Oh, well jerking off is what I did to you last
night, Sasha, remember?  And Peter, it's just playing with it with your
hand, OK?  If you need too, Cale can show you how - oh, remember what he
was doing with his hand on my penis this morning?  Well, if you take away
the sucking, that's jerking off."

"Now, boys, I expect you to have your pants on and your shirts tucked in
when Dan comes to get you for the meeting in one hour."  I pointed to the
clock on my desk and leaned down and kissed each of them on the lips and
rubbed their heads.  "I love you boys, be good and we'll get something fun
for lunch.

I left the room and closed the door and was going to ask Daniel not to
disturb them until the meeting, but though that might be suspicious.

"Daniel, please bring the boys in at 11:30, will you?  Maybe check on them
in 40 minutes, but knock first, they've all had some trauma lately, not the
least of which is fresh haircuts this morning.  They don't like surprises,
even small ones.  Oh, and thanks."

I walked to the conference, inhaled and exhaled slowly, then opened the
door and made my entrance.  There at the table were the five tenured
professors of the Department.  John Jurivicious was one, who held the
longest tenure in the department and taught German and old German poetry.
He was a fossil at 58.  Then there was Monique Meeker, who studied American
Indian languages and was a spry 53.  Beside her was Arnold Schenkman, a
Middle English expert who was fond of lays and Arthurian tales and poems.
He was 46.  Caroline Wolf taught Russian and Slavic languages and
specialized in folklore and children's literature.  She was 34.  Finally,
my nemesis, Harold Jernigan, a Spanish professor who thought Don Quixote
was king and would not countenance the splendid eruption of South American
literature of the last few decades.  He was 61.  They were a formidable
group whose alliances shifted with the regularity of verb tenses.

I began.  "Hey folks, we have some serious issues to discuss and I'll give
you some background in a moment.  But first I want to repeat that out of
the fourteen members of this department we have only six of us who are
tenured, and with a weighty decision such as this we should have everyone's
involvement.  That's my opinion, as you've had it before.  I'm tired of the
minority of us ruling over the hard workers in this department.  But let's
allow that to take a back seat for a moment."

"As most of you know, my brother passed away about a week and a half ago,
and I'm here to tell you that it has changed my life for the better.  And
that change is going to effect all of us here."

"The first change is that my brother asked me in his will to take care of
his son, Cale.  I have taken on that responsibility, and he's in my office
at the moment, but you'll all meet him after this meeting.  We got back to
Philadelphia four days ago, and even more complications arose.  Has anyone
read the papers about a big story in my neighborhood?"

Monique jumped on it first, as she always did.  "Do you mean the mob hit or
the man who committed suicide and left two boys behind?"

"The latter Monique.  They spent two days or more hiding in my shed.  And
they are now my foster sons thanks in part to my nephew Cale.  So, I guess
you folks can see that my life has changed, and that we've got a bit to
talk about.  I'm now committed to being a full-time Daddy as much as is
possible."

"I'll say right now that I cannot and will not keep my former schedule of
fifty hours a week plus going to parties at the Dean's house and the
President's house and all that crap.  I have to cut back because of an
obligation to three boys.  My first instinct is to resign as chair and
revert to teaching so I can be there when the boys come home from school,
but we are here because I need your advice.  So the floor is now open.  Who
wants to go first?"

"Oh, and one more thing - the boys will be in here in 35 minutes and I'm
not staying longer today.  We need to come up with a solution and fast.
Which I don't think is impossible given the talent we have in this room."

As usual, like the old fossil he was, John went first, but he surprised me.

"Sean, you've been the best Chair of this department in my thirty years
here and especially at jousting with the administration.  Yes, we've
disagreed about issues of tenure, but we are not disagreed on your merit.
Losing you as Chair is not an option for me, if we can find a creative way
out of it."

Monique chimed in.  "I've got a friend at UC Santa Clara, she's a part-time
chair.  Teaches one class a year and does administration the rest of the
time.  Of course, she's a woman and she got the consideration because of
gender issues, but this is similar, and the Dean comes from Duke, that
hotbed of liberalism.  If we approach him right I think we could sell
something like that.  What hours are you willing to work, Sean?"

"I need to be home at 3:00 to pick the boys up from school.  Two of them
are going to enter fifth grade and the other fourth.  And all three need
their Dad at home.  That's not negotiable.  And if I teach just one class,
it has to be honors or graduate students, or I'll never retain respect."

Harold spoke next, and I cringed internally.  "Well, if we have a
Department Chair on a part-time basis we'll likely appear to have less
power here in the College of Arts and Sciences."  He waved his hand stop
the objections by Monique and John.  "As you all know, I'm not pleased with
the feminists who seem to run Philosophy and Sociology and Psychology, and
several other departments that swing that way.  But I'm happy with how
you've run things Sean, and as a part-timer for reasons of parenting, then
I think you'd be able to use that to our advantage.  I'm with Monique here,
provided we are sure to inform those Chairs of the extenuating
circumstances.  I hope those boys are cute and endearing, because they may
be the key to convincing the other Chairs, who will in turn convince the
Dean."

"Harold, I'm pleased you support Monique, and I assure you, these boys
could convince a wolf to give up rabbits as sport."  Just then I got a
knock on the door and Daniel stuck his head in and beckoned me.

"Excuse me, but I have to talk with Daniel and I suspect it's about the
boys.  Please discuss Harold's suggestion.  Frankly, I think it has merit."

I ducked out the door and Dan caught me as I shut it.  He leaned in to me.
"Sean, I went to see whether the boys were alright and they had their pants
down and were jerking off!  I'm sorry, but they didn't see me.  I went in
because one of them was making lots of noise."

"No big deal, Daniel - boys do that.  I'm glad you didn't surprise them
Give them five minutes and then knock and bring them to the conference
room.  Hey, did you like what you saw?"

"Sean, I like them big and you know that!"

"Well, I suspected, but not until you just told me.  I've been swimming
naked with them - you know I do that in the pool -- for a couple days and I
think they're cute.  I should have known they'd do that together if I left
them alone."  I figured if I just took this in stride with Daniel, who knew
me as well as anyone, then it would be alright.
  He was my secretary after all, and he thought I was the most asexual guy
he knew.

I walked back into the meeting.

"Well, the natives are restless.  I'm taking the rest of the week off and
we're going to the shore.  Those boys need a tan.  I'm fine with the
suggestion by Monique and Harold.  Harold, as Vice-Chair can you preview
the idea with some potentially sympathetic other Chairs?  And Monique, can
you ask all of the Chairs in town to a small reception here in the
conference room next Tuesday?  We'll introduce the boys then.  Now, any
questions?"

I got shakes of heads all around.

"People, that is the most efficient meeting we've ever had!  May there be
many more.  We're adjourned."  Just then there was a knock on the door.

"And, I think Daniel is here with the boys, who are probably dying for
lunch.  First, you get to meet them."  I moved to the door and opened it,
and waved Daniel in with the boys.

"Boys, these are the most important of my co-worker, besides Daniel.  I'm
not going to tell you their names, because I want the three of you to go
around and introduce yourselves.  You'll be seeing a lot of these guys in
the next year.  Now get out there and shake hands."

The boys spread out, and they all had smiles on their faces.  I think the
little jerk-off session must have done some good.  They were not shy, and
were excessively polite.  I was proud, especially when I looked at the
smiles on my colleagues' faces.  They were clearly charmed.

Daniel tapped me on the shoulder and whispered.  "Sean, they had their
pants pulled up just fine and were facing the door like angels when I came
back in.  Except for Sasha.  His shirt was untucked, so I let him know.
Otherwise, I'm looking at them now and you'd never know they were whacking
off just 20 minutes ago."

I turned in and whispered back.  "Daniel, weren't you ever a boy?  They
change emotions like you change hairdressers.  You should have seen them
when I took them in to Angela today!  She was showing tons of cleavage and
they were blushing up a storm - and I assure you that's what got them
horny.  They sure walked funny back to the car."

Daniel and I giggled as the boys worked the room.  "Well, Sean, I guess I
do remember being a kid a bit - even doing what they were doing.  I'd say
you've got your hands full - or rather they do!"

"Yeah, I guess they do."

The boys started to head back, and I spoke to the room.  "Well, I'm happy
with how we settled things.  You guys really came through for me.  Now the
boys and I have to go to lunch, unless some of you would like to join us in
Chinatown?  My treat."

Everyone politely declined, so we left, got back into the car and drove
down to Chinatown.

"Have you boys had Chinese food before?"

They all nodded.

"Well, you haven't had it like this!  It's lunch time on a Wednesday, and
Chinatown is a noisy and crowded place.  I want you all to stay close to
me, even if we have to hold hands, OK?  And we're definitely holding hands
across the street."

I had parked in the Convention Center parking deck, and we made it to the
street in no time.  We walked along the sidewalk and soon were surrounded
by the exotica of one of the oldest Chinatowns in the United States.  The
boys started pointing to this and that, and we weren't even to 10th Street
where the fun really began, with the ornate arch and all the restaurants
and the vendors for produce and even fresh seafood.

I stopped the boys for a second and gathered them around me.  "Boys, from
here on out it's going to be very crowded.  Also, I don't want you pointing
so much.  I know you can't help it and that everything is strange to you,
but try to keep it down a little, OK?  All three of you know how weird
Italian Market is, right?  Well this is just as strange!  And we'll have a
really good lunch.  Remember, stay close to me!"

We walked around the corner and stepped into carefully controlled chaos,
and I immediately felt a hand in my own.  I looked down and Peter looked up
at me.
  I turned to look at Sasha and Cale and they were holding hands and
staring seven ways at once.  The boys were stunned, but I didn't have a
whole lot of time to pay attention to that.

We walked slowly up the block, passing people with heritages from all over
Asia, but mostly Chinese.  At one point Peter squeezed my hand and pulled.
I leaned over and he whispered in my ear.

"Did you see those cute boys, Uncle Sean?  They're working!  But they're
not older than I am!"

I had seen them and they were cute, though not as cute as my crew.  "Yeah,
well, families here work together in the family business, but not because
they are poor necessarily.  These families value education, and some of
those kids might even be in your class, even though your new school costs a
lot of money.  That one there might be your best friend some day."

"Uh Unh!  I have three best friends already.  I don't have room for any
more."

I squeezed his hand and then steered the whole crew up the road to a family
style restaurant.

We went in and were seated and were given menus that the boys didn't
understand at all.  Then a boy of 12 or so came to the table and served us
tea.  All the boys were staring at him, and he was beautiful.  I think he
was a Vietnamese boy, and he was no bigger than Cale or Peter, but had more
mature features.  Still, the features were delicate and his lips were
pursed and a deep brown against his brown skin.  He didn't smile.

"Excuse me!"  Cale once again took the lead.  "Are you from China?"

The boy was walking away and he turned around as if he did it all the time,
almost disgusted at us tourists.  Then he saw the smiles on my boys and
smiled himself, lips parting and teeth glowing.

"No, I'm an American, but my family comes from Cambodia.  That is South of
China!"  He bowed and left.

"Boy Uncle Cale!  He was cute too!  I hope he's in my class!"  I shook my
head at Peter's comment.  He was going to be aggressive and I was going to
have to warn them all about how approaching boys about sex could backfire
big-time.

"Well, Peter, I think he was cute too, but not nearly as cute as you boys."

The waitress saved us from more talk, and I ordered egg rolls and sweet and
sour chicken.  I figured the boys would eat something sweet.  And it had
vegetables in it and rice.

When the waitress left I tried to teach the boys how to use chopstick.  It
was slapstick, but Cale and Sasha started to get the hang of it pretty
quick.  Sure enough, when the food came all of them got into it.  We were
showing off - all of us - by trying to pick up everything.  I showed them
how to mix the rice with the sauce so they could pick that up too!  They
boys ate everything, and even tried to pick up their egg rolls with the
chopsticks.  Unfortunately, they were also tremendously messy, and each of
them ended up with messy faces.  Still, I'd have the restroom to ourselves
since most of the lunch crowd had left.

I put money on the table and herded the boys into the bathroom for washing.

"I'll clean up one guy at a time.  Make sure to pee or anything else while
we're here because there are no bathrooms in Italian Market."

The boys went to stand behind the urinal, but Sasha came up to me with a
look of frustration!  "Uncle Sean, I gotta go!"

"Oh, well there's a toilet in the stall there.  Do you need help?"

"No, I'm just embarrassed!"

I leaned down and held his face in my hand.  "Sasha, if you weren't
embarrassed at all three of us staring at your butthole this morning, then
I sure hope you aren't going to be embarrassed just pooping.  Get in there,
and if you really need to, I'll hold your hand.  But I'd rather you do this
like the strong boy I know!"

He smiles sheepishly and went into the stall.

I was soon to find out why he was embarrassed.  As I was washing Peter's
face I heard a huge fart from the stall, then several more appropriate
sounds.  It sounded like he was going to be OK, if I could do anything
about the snickers from Cale and Peter.

"Guys, just remember that we all ate the same food here.  I expect if
that's any indication we're going to be a fart brigade for the next hour or
two.  So no laughing at each other, unless it's a contest to see who can do
it the loudest."  I finished Cale's face and Sasha called to me from the
stall.

"Uncle Sean?  Can you come here?  I can't do my zipper!"

Ah!  What a nice thing to help little boys!  "You guys go into the restroom
and I'll handle our straggler, OK?"

I walked into the stall after he unlocked it and he was there with his
pants up but unbuttoned and he was struggling with the zipper.  It didn't
take much to fix it, but my hand grazed his hard penis in the process.

"Sasha, is this thing always hard?"

"Yeah, at least since last night and this morning.  I didn't really get
that good feeling this morning.  I don't think I know how to do it to
myself yet very good."

"Well, Sash, my secretary said that he heard moans in the office, I just
figured you had done it since you're the loud one of the three."

"No, I was a little loud, but mostly it was Cale and Peter.  They were
making fun of me."

"Sasha, we'll talk about that with them later.  Now let's get you washed
up!"

We walked out of the bathroom and gathered the other two and went back to
the car on top of the parking deck.  We were the only ones up there.

I decided it was time to have the talk with Peter and Cale.  When I didn't
open the door and they all were at the side of the car and turned to face
me looking up with questions on their faces.

"Peter, Cale, I just found out from Sasha that he didn't have an orgasm
when you were in my office.  Did either of you notice that?"

They both shook their heads, and Sasha hung his.

"Don't be upset Sasha, we're all in this together and that means there has
to be a couple rules.  First, I understand from Daniel that there was some
moaning in there.  I know you and Peter don't moan Cale.  Was it all
Sasha?"

"No, Uncle Sean, me and Peter were kind of imitating Sasha.  We didn't do
it to be mean, we were all just giggling and having fun.  And I'm sorry, I
didn't realize that Sasha didn't get the good feeling.  But it's hard to
tell sometimes!"

"Peter?  What do you have to say?"

Uncle Sean, he's loud!  I mean, it was funny!  But if he didn't get it
that's not good.  Because it's the best thing and I always want the best
for my brother.  I'm sorry."

"OK, guys, this is what we're going to learn from this.  What you guys and
I have together is love.  It's physical, and we enjoy that, but it's
because we love each other, right?"

They all nodded in unison.

"Then here's the deal.  Because we love each other we're going to take care
of each other.  You three did that really good in China Town by holding
hands across the street and helping each other learn how to use chopsticks.
Now, what you have to do now is make sure each other has fun when you're
playing with you're dicks, OK!  Even if you have to ask!"

Cale and Peter nodded, and Peter was still hugging his brother.  Cale
turned to Sasha and spoke.

"Sasha, I'm sorry.  I saw you come last night and I should have known you
didn't today.  Can I help you out later, and get you to feel really good?"

"And I'll help too!  We can both do it!"  Peter was not to be outdone here.

"I'm proud of you boys, but remember now, Sasha here is going to go around
for another hour or so with a boner in his pants, and it's not going to be
comfortable, so you should make sure to treat him like a Prince when we get
home."

They nodded again and we got in the car with both Cale and Peter insisting
on Sasha sitting in the back so they could be with him.  I had to choose
who sat up front - there were only two seat belts in back.  They started to
argue a bit, then Cale shouted for the three of them to shut up.

"Uncle Sean, can you put the top of the car up?  Sasha deserves to be in
the front seat with you, but we want to take care of this now, and we don't
want to be seen."

"What do you mean, Cale?"

"Don't you get it, I'm going to suck him here!  Put up the roof so we won't
be seen!  Then when he's done he can sit up front with you!"

My boy Cale always figured things out.  I was proud of him, even if he was
a horny little devil.  There wasn't anyone up here on the parking deck, so
I shrugged my shoulders, pressed the button and raised the roof.

Cale and Peter were instantly on Sasha and unbuttoned then pulled his pants
down and laid him across the streets.  He was indeed still hard, his little
three inch spear pointing straight to his chin.  Cale and Peter were both
crouching on the floor, and Cale made the first move by leaning in and
tonguing the head of Sasha's little penis.  Peter then moved moved up and
captured Sasha's balls in his mouth.  I rolled up the windows and prepared
for the screams by starting the engine, turning on the radio, and firing up
the air conditioner.

By the time I looked back I didn't need to.  The damage was being done.
Sasha was squealing and panting and almost crying while Cale sucked his
penis almost viciously, but also rubbing Sasha's belly and chest under his
shirt.  Peter was licking Sasha's balls, but was clearly stunned at the
noise Sasha was making.  I could do nothing with two bucket seats in the
way but watch fascinated and hope I didn't explode at the erotic sight
before me.  I'd never before seen a man or boy so ravaged, so lost in the
throes of ecstasy.

It may have been the fastest orgasm I ever saw.  Cale pistoned his lips
over Sasha's organ and brought his finger down and twirled it in Sasha's
bellybutton.  Sasha's hips lifted, ramming his penis all the way in Cale's
mouth and yanking his balls out of his brother's mouth.  He jerked twice
and screamed loudly and then collapsed.  Cale kept his grip on Sasha's
penis, and Sasha slapped his head to get it away.

"Why'd you do that Sasha?  I thought it felt good?"  Cale was surprised at
being hit.

"Cale, with someone as sensitive as him, once he comes it's just an
irritation after that.  I bet it almost hurts.  He didn't mean it.  Heck,
he probably didn't even know he did it!"

Peter was still stunned having seen his brother's orgasm for the first
time.
  "Boy, I wish I felt that good when I do it!  That's amazing!"

"Come on guys, help Sasha get dressed and let's get him up here in the
front seat.  With that kind of exercise he's likely to go to sleep right
away, and we've got some errands to run still."

They dressed him and propped him up, and then pushed Sasha between the
seats to sit next to me.  I gave Sasha a kiss on the cheek and said.
"Sasha, I think you have a pretty good pair of brothers there, what do you
think!"

He nodded, stunned at what had happened in the space of just five minutes.
I unbuckled my own seat belt and twisted and leaned back into the back
seat.

"You guys deserve kisses.  Peter, you're first!  Pucker up!"  I grabbed
him, met his lips, and gave him a big kiss with lots of tongue for about
fifteen seconds.  Then I pulled Cale to me and did the same.

"And you know what the rest of your punishment is boys?"

They both shook their heads again.

I reached out my arms and caressed the stiff little penises in their
shorts.
  "You get to walk around Italian Market with these little things standing
tall just like Sasha had his for the last hour and a half.  Don't worry
though, you can take care of them later."

And off we went to the market.

By the time we got there the boys were back to normal.  I decided it would
be a whirlwind tour.  We'd get vegetables and fruit and then some
pepperoni's and other munchies from Abruzzi's.  I smiled a little when Cale
insisted on getting more of the olive salad.  We'd just have plates of
munchies to graze upon this afternoon and tonight.

We were back at the car in no time at all, piled in and made the short
drive to the house.  After putting away the groceries Peter came up to me
and tapped me on the shoulder.

"Can we go swimming, Uncle Cale?"  They all looked at me for the answer,
and Cale almost pouted.

"No, Peter, after the little incident of not paying attention to your
brother today, I think you two need to do some reading to understand some
stuff.  I'm sure you know that the four of us playing around isn't
something we talk about with others, right?  Well, there's other stuff you
need to learn, and I'm going to have you and Sasha read a story that will
show you how people who love each other take care of each other and really
work hard to sense what the other one needs.  And while you two are
reading, Cale and I need some quiet time together.  Now let's get you a
lemonade and then we'll go upstairs so you guys can do some reading."

I had the two carry their own lemonade, and I carried one for me and one
for Cale.  He'd already gone up to turn on the computer.  By the time we
got to the office Cale had the computer on and at Nifty.  He also looked
suspiciously like he was hiding something.

I went to the computer, sat down, and within a few clicks I found what I
was looking for: "Double Trouble" by Randu.  We didn't have time to go
through all of "Three Weeks to Heaven" like Cale did.  Still, I thought the
care the two boys took with each other would serve a lesson, as would the
tender sex.  Though it was beginning to look like Sasha was a real tiger
and maybe a long way from doing it tender.!

"OK, you guys, if you put the clicker here you can go down the page.  Play
nice, but I want you to read as much as you can.  You might want to get
your clothes off - the story gets really sexy after a while, and you'll
probably both pop boners pretty soon.  This is going to last you a long
time, but I'll stop and check on you in a while.  Now Cale and I are going
to be in my bedroom, but knock before you need to come in to see us.  And
I'll warn you now, don't you dare get into any trouble, OK?"

They both nodded.  Peter spoke up, though.  "Is this a kid's story Uncle
Sean?  I like older stuff."

"Well, it's got two brothers in it and a nice man, Peter.  And I guarantee
that you'll like it!  We'll see you later."  I gave them both a kiss on the
cheek and Cale and I went into the bedroom.  I closed and locked the door.

"So, Cale, if I didn't know better I'd bet you were planning something!"

"Yup!  I want you to have a snack of olives first!  I also brought up the
olive oil to make everything slippery!  This is going to be neat!"  Cale
started stripping and he was naked in no time.  And ready - his penis was
sticking out hard and straight, the foreskin still covering the glans.

"Hey Cale, you ever heard about romance?"

"Huh, what do you mean?"

"I don't see this as just exercise and feeling good down there, you know.
I like kisses.  You know, I just might have wanted to undress you and kiss
every little spot as I got you naked!"

"Well, you can't now, but I like the idea.  Maybe we can do that sometime.
But I could undress you, you know!  That would be fun!"

Cale came up to me and started unbuttoning my shirt.  When it was
unbuttoned enough he kissed the bottom of my chest.  He unbuttoned some
more and soon was licking and kissing my bare belly.  I was ready now too.
And he new it, reaching in and rubbing my crotch with his right hand.  My
boy was very horny.

"OK, Cale, that's enough.  We don't want to waste my orgasm in my pants, or
you're not going to get what you want."  Frankly, it felt odd to have him
take the lead.  I wanted control here, especially with such a delicate act
as making love to his butt.

I quickly undressed and grabbed Cale into my arms and kissed him hard on
the lips.  He wrapped his legs around me and his penis poked me in the
stomach.  I lined his lips and then entered his mouth with my tongue, and
he responded by sucking it in.  We made out as I slowly carried him to the
bed.  I left the kiss, laid him down, and then climbed over him and tongued
his ear, my own penis beginning to drool on his upper thigh.

I drew back and said, "Well, Cale, shall I have a little snack now?"

He mutely nodded with enthusiasm and hiked his legs over his head.  I
picked up the bottle of olive oil and poured a little on Cale's crack.

"Aren't you going to have the salad?  I brought it up special!"

"Cale, I appreciate that, but I don't want any little pieces of food
somehow getting inside.  What would happen when the next guy who munches
your butt all of a sudden finds an olive pop out!"  I leaned through his
legs and kissed him again.

"Nobody is ever going to munch my butt!  Nobody but you!"

"Well, Cale, I'd say we're probably going to have two joiners in our games
by this evening, certainly in the next few days.  After they read that
story they'll at least be curious.  Are you saying you won't let either of
them touch your butt?"

"I guess I never thought of it Uncle Sean.  I think I want to touch them
there and I'd like to know what it's like to put mine in someone's butt.  I
can tell it's pretty good - you like it as good as sucking!"

"Cale, I like it even more, partly because you like it so much, and partly
because it seems like we're one person when we do it, as close as we can
ever be!  And I want to be close to you forever.  Still, it might get
tricky if those guys join this kind of lovemaking.  This is much more like
an expression of love, and I'd be afraid of you guys getting jealous of
each other.  How would you feel if I did this to Peter or Sasha?"

"I don't know, but I guess since I want to do it that I shouldn't be upset
if you want to.  And I think their butts are cute.  Can I ever do it to
you?"

"First things first, Cale.  I'm not sure I want to do it to them, but they
might want me to.  They are reading about it now, and they're just as
curious as you.  I mean, we played with their butts this morning ands it
was pretty clear that they liked it, right?
  So they might hint around that they want it.  Secondly, of course you can
make love to me in the butt, Cale, but I'll bet you'll like best doing it
to Sasha or Peter.  Mine might be harder for you to get to because my butt
cheeks are bigger and they'll get in the way."

"Uncle Sean, I think we're going to be a real close family.  I know I'm
going to have to share you, and a part of me wants you to make love only to
me, but Peter and Sasha need you, too.  If they need you this way, then
I'll be ok, I promise."  Cale had started playing with his penis while
talking, and I let his legs down for a minute.

"Cale, it's not about promising, you know.  It's about what's here in your
heart.  Jealousy is a complicated emotion.  Sometimes no matter how much
you tell yourself that you're not jealous, you end up being jealous anyway.
And I know you still need me a lot, and not just my dick in your butt,
either.  You still wrap yourself totally around me even in your sleep, you
know, and when I get up to go to the bathroom you almost pout in your
sleep.  All I'm doing is warning you here.  I'm still not sure how we're
going to handle it if they ask to join in with this kind of sex."

"Uncle Sean, we'll just handle it!  We're a family now.  I'm sure brothers
get jealous for other reasons, and us guys already love each other.  If
something happens we'll just fight and then we'll make up!"

"OK, you got me there, Cale, but I got you too!"  The whole time we'd been
talking I'd been softly stroking his penis.  He'd lowered his legs to wrap
them around my waist.  Now I moved the three inches separating us and
enveloped him in a long slow kiss.  "I think it's time for me to munch a
bit down there, don't you my little boyfriend?"

Cale was gasping a bit from the kiss and just nodded.  I hiked his legs
back again and stuck my head between his leg.  I tongued his balls and then
moved lower, licking and slurping at the olive oil.  His pucker was like
new, showing none of the ravages my penis caused just a couple days
earlier.  It was wet and slick and rosy, and the ridges in it looked like
the rings of a worm, or the petals of a flower.  No, in its simplicity it
could be compared to nothing else.  It was the center of the boy, the
gateway to Cale's pleasure and heart, and the opening to our union.

I shook my head at such romantic thoughts and bent to lick slowly at the
object of my contemplation.  With each lick it flexed and shuddered, and
Cale had reached down and was pressing on my head.  I stroked his hole for
some time with my tongue, then made a spear of it and made to enter him,
twisting and thrusting my tongue and causing him to gasp and push on my
head.  It entered no more than an inch, and his sphincter gripped me tight,
pulsing.  I thrust in and out with my tongue for several strokes, then
pulled out to clean around his butt some more.

Cale relaxed and exhaled in disappointment, and almost spoke in protest as
I replaced my tongue with the middle finger of my right hand.  Tonguing him
still and cleaning up the olive oil, I popped my finger into him steadily
until it was all the way in and he gasped.  I finished licking up the olive
oil while slowly pistoning my finger in and out.  Then I shifted my lips to
his penis and my finger to slowly massage his immature prostate.

Cale started moaning.  I pulled his foreskin down with my lips and engulfed
his head, pinching it with my lips and bathing it back and forth with my
tongue, all the while steadily increasing the speed of my strokes on his
prostate.

Cale began to moan loud and lose control.  Three more strokes and he was
done, bucking all the way into my mouth so hard my finger popped out.  I
wrapped my legs around Cale's hips and steadied him, then slowly drew his
little spear out from my lips, kissing it on the end.

"Are you OK, Cale?  That one was pretty strong, huh?"

"Wow!  I think maybe I screamed as loud as Sasha!  But I wanted to come
with you inside me!"  He frowned.

"Oh, don't worry about that, Cale, don't worry at all.  We need to work
some more on you back there, though, before I can safely get it inside."  I
stuck my finger back in.  Cale was now less tense, less susceptible to
gasps and moans, and he was more curious.  I looked him in the eyes and
they glowed with pleasure, matching his broad smile.  His eyes

He was almost loose to my finger.  I guess the orgasm helped with that.  I
pulled out and lind up two dingers at his entrance, corkscrewing them until
they slowly pushed in.

"Tell me when it hurts, Cale, and we'll go slower."

"It doesn't hurt - just a little bit uncomfortable.  It's like it's
stretching, but it's not as bad as last time."  Cale reached for the olive
oil.  "Pour some more on there."

I held my fingers still, just the tips inside his hole, and poured a little
oil along them.  The oil pooled between then, and as I tried to forced them
apart the oil slipped through and into Cale's anus.  Then with a slow
thrust my fingers worked into their tight home, sliding slowly but with
little effort.  I looked up and Cale's eyes were wide.

"You know, Cale, these two fingers together aren't much smaller than my
dick.  I think you're going to be ready pretty soon."

He nodded again, watching with stunned fascination as my fingers drew
deeper into him.  I was careful now to avoid his prostate.  He would have
another orgasm later, but too many might like the last might put him in a
coma.  I looked, and Cale's penis had softened to a small flesh tube,
almost looking like it belonged on a six year old.

I continued my fingering of Cale and bent in and kissed his balls.  They
moved, adjusting themselves to the touch of my lips.  I kissed again and
watched them dance together.  A tongue this time, and more dancing balls.

"What are you doing, Uncle Sean?"

"Watching your balls dance, Cale, can you feel them do that?"

"Right now I can't feel anything but your fingers.  It feels good - almost
like the real thing, but it's not the same because your body isn't pressed
against me.  I like the closeness, too."

I heard a thump from beyond the door to the hall.  My penis was hard and
leaking, but I was going to have to investigate.  I picked up the hairbrush
from the last time.  I rubbed it in the excess oil covering Cale's cheeks,
then replaced my fingers with it, shoving it slowly and firmly all the way
in.

"Cale, I'm going out to check on the boys.  Why don't you continue our task
here.  Just push it in and out - I know you know what to do."  I leaned in
and kissed him ans started to turn when he interrupted.

"I understand Uncle Sean, but let me get that for you."  He opened his
mouth and stuck out his tongue.

He was staring at my penis.  It wasn't hard to see what he wanted.  The
pre-cum was all over.  I pushed my pelvis at him and he took my penis in
his mouth, gave it a smooth and quick suck, then let it go.  I shuddered.
He smiled.

"Good!"

I winked at him and smiled back, then turned and left Cale to use the
hairbrush on himself.  I turned at the door and he winked back at me.

I silently opened the door and snuck the ten feet down the hall to take a
look at the boys and it was immediately clear that I was right, they would
be wanting moe intimate sex and soon.  They were still reading, barely, but
Sasha was leaned over the desk chair and panting, and Peter was working a
six-inch pepperoni, no thicker than my middle finger, slowly into him.

"I'm done with this page, Peter, are you?"  He was barely able to talk
through the panting.

"Uh huh, go ahead."  Peter stopped his concentration on Sasha's butt and
stared again at the screen.  They were engrossed and I was sure Cale and I
would not be disturbed.  I hadn't thought of that use for the pepperonis,
and shook my head slowly and smiled as I went back to the bedroom.

On my return to the bedroom I was greeted by Cale with his knees near his
ears peering intently as he violated his butt with the brush.  The sunlight
from the high windows shown off the oil which covered his cheeks,
concentrated so heavy and thick near his hole where the brush handle slid
effortlessly.  The room smelled of olives, but earthy, as if just gathered
from the ground.  It was sexual and charged with eroticism.  My penis rose
and stiffened even harder in response.  Cale looked at me with a sly grin,
almost lascivious but with the innocence of a child belied by the wrinkles
in his nose, then his eyes shifted to my penis.  His grin split and his
teeth shown bright, eager, happy.

I grabbed a spare coverlet, crawled onto the bed, lifted him and laid it
under him as he removed the brush and held it up to me.  I took it,
sniffed, then set it on the table and maneuvered between his legs.

I said nothing as I aimed my penis at his hole and slowly popped the head
in past his sphincter.  Then I looked up from my task to see that Cale's
smile had turned to one of wonder.  I leaned forward, my penis slowly
sliding in with my motion, until my lips met Cale's.  We kissed deeply, and
as my penis sunk further Cale's breath pushed hard through his nostrils and
across my face.  He stuck his tongue in me, and the hot morsel sought my
own tongue.  I sucked on his tongue as my penis reached the depth of him.
He grunted audibly as we broke the kiss.

"How is it Cale?"  I whispered it in his ear.

"I'm full, there's pressure, and it feels like I'm going to explode.  I
think I got a stiffy again.  Do it, Uncle Sean.  Please!"

"Let's kiss again and then we'll start."

We kissed and he was passionate.  And I began my thrusts.  It was clear I
would not last long, and I just hoped I could last long enough for him to
come.  I needn't have worried.  He bucked on my third slow thrust, and I
increased my speed.  He continued to buck, as I thrust in and out, now
searching for my own pleasure.  My lips still glued to his, I was stunned
at the pleasure he got - it was almost as if he was having a continual
orgasm.

I was moving faster, moving in and out of his hole, and I broke the kiss to
look down.  Cale, panting hard and moaning, did his best to look too.  My
shaft was slick with oil and sweat and Cale's insides.  The smell was
earthy, like shit but softer, muskier.  It reminded me of patchouli and
dirt and even excrement all mixed together.  It was both and erotic sight
and smell.

I looked back to Cale as my orgasm snuck up on me.  He had his lower lip in
his teeth and had his eyes scrunched closed.  It was clear he was having
yet another orgasm.  My balls tightened and I thrust even faster, pushing
deep within two, three more times as my own orgasm shook me.  I shot my
sperm into him harder and with more ecstasy than I had with any woman.

Then I slowed and stopped my motion, still lodged within the depths of
Cale.
  He opened his eyes and sighed.

"Kiss me again!  That felt so good when you came!  I could feel it jump
around almost!"

I kissed him lightly, then drew back and smiled.  "So, Cale, do you like it
better with me on top or with you on top!"

"Both!  Next time let's try it standing up."  He giggled at me through his
gasps.

"Any way you want my boy, any way.  And I'll tell you something - we're
definitely going to have those boys joining us soon.  They are reading and
playing with their butts as we speak!"  I gave him a long kiss just in
front of his ear and then pulled my penis from him slowly.  It made a wet
pop, and Cale's face showed both relief and emptiness.

"Uncle Sean, can we just lay here together for a few minutes?"

"Oh, yes, Cale!  I'll hold you - we have time for a little nap."  It was
already 4 o'clock, so I set the alarm for 45 minutes later, then turned on
my side and brought Cale into me in a tight spoon.  I kissed him and
whispered in his ear.  "Let's take a little nap - it feels great just
holding you."

We drifted off.


We were awakened not by the alarm but by a knock.  I turned to the alarm
and saw it was twenty minutes to five.  Cale was slowly waking and I
figured we were safe.  I got off the bed, went in to take a shower, and
said, "Come on in, boys!"

By the time Sasha and Peter had entered Cale had turned onto his back and
sat up, and I had turned on the shower.

"Anybody need to shower?  I'm a little sweaty!"

"I'm coming Uncle Sean!  Do you guys want to?"

I looked out.  Sasha and Peter were speechless.  Maybe they had figured out
what we'd done, or maybe they were just wondering.  I couldn't be sure, but
soon I had a shower full of boys.  We each washed ourselves this time, and
we'd evidently all had our share of orgasms, because not once was there a
slap or a tickle.  And certainly no boners.

We all dried and then tromped downstairs.  The boys went to the Playstation
and I put together a salad, then put munchies on a plate.  Cheese,
crackers, pepperoni, hot peppers.  A cold dinner for a hot day.  Ah,
pepperoni - I thought I'd have some fun at dinner, and I knew just how.  I
quickly went upstairs before calling the boys away from the Playstation and
got the pepperoni/dildo from off the desk by the computer.  I his it on the
tray under some napkins, and called the boys for dinner.

"Boys, we're going to the roof deck for dinner!  Get on up here and get
some drinks, OK?

They piled in and poured lemonade, and I carried the tray of salads and
munchies, and the boys carried the drinks and we went to the roof deck.

We got there, and the four of us naked guys sat around the table.  I passed
out the plates.  The deck was eight feet higher than any other house in the
area, and I had a four foot wall, so we were safe being naked.  I noticed
that none of the boys had erections -- the longest time I'd known them that
they hadn't.  It was 80 degrees out at 7:30, and the sun was setting.

"Boys, please eat all your salad.  Sasha and Peter, there are little
appetizers to try afterwards, and I want you to try everything.  If you
don't like something, then Cale or I will eat it, but the rules around here
are that you have to try everything, OK?  Oh, and I bet you do like the
pepperoni!  Did you guys have some this afternoon?  I found one upstairs
and brought it back down.  Just one thing boys - please put the food away
again if you don't eat it, OK?"

The looks on their faces were priceless.  I was going to have a ton of fun.

"Uncle Cale, is one of these pepperoni's the one from upstairs?"  Peter
looked almost ill.

"Sure, Peter, it looked ok to me, and I definitely don't like to waste
food.
  After all, I just adopted two boys who lived in the streets and were
hungry every day.  We just don't waste food around here.  Eat your salad
first.  Save the pepperoni until after."

Sasha sat there with his jaw open and his hand in his lap.  Even as gross
as he might have found the thought of eating the pepperoni that had been up
his butt, he just might have been remembering that it felt good.  His penis
was starting to rise from his absentminded ministrations.  Across from me,
Cale was a little puzzled, but shrugged and dug into his salad.

"So, boys," I said as I started eating, "we're going to the beach tomorrow,
and you've got a decision to make.  We could go to a regular beach and you
could have lots of fun and make sand castles and play in the waves.  But
there's also a nude beach where you can do the same things, but you won't
have to wear suits.  What do you think?"

Sasha and Peter had recovered and were eating their salads, as was Cale,
but the all of them looked up at me when I mentioned the nude beach.

"You mean NOBODY wears clothes?"  Cale was impressed.

"Well, Cale, some of the people do, but almost everyone goes naked.  This
is National Nude Weekend this weekend, though, and there should be maybe
three or four thousand naked people.  But if we went there you could wear
your speedos if you were shy.  There are people of every age shape and
size, and almost all naked!"

Uncle Sean, what happens if we're at the nude beach and naked and we get
hard?"  Sasha got to the heart of the issue quickly.

"Well, Sasha, I've never had a problem with getting a boner on the beach.
In fact, my penis shrinks up and tries to hide the whole time!  I guess my
body just knew I'd be embarrassed if it happened.  But, tell me, and you
too Peter and Cale, don't you love being naked up here in the fresh air,
and down in the pool swimming?"

I went back to my salad and ate while waiting for an answer.  Half my mind
was thinking about how to use the pepperonis to best advantage to get Peter
and Sasha good!

Peter said, "Well, it's really neat walking around naked, and I think we're
getting used to it.  I haven't had a boner since we all took a shower!
Sasha does now, but just cause he was playing with it for a minute."

"I think swimming in the ocean naked sounds great!"  Sasha, as usual, was
full of enthusiasm.

"Well, Sasha!"  I pushed back my salad and picked up a cube of cheese.  "I
won't let you actually go swimming.  But we'll wade pretty far out.  Still,
it depends on how big the waves are.  The ocean can be dangerous.  Have you
two ever seen the ocean?"

"I haven't either Uncle Sean!  I mean, not since I was a little kid!  My
Dad took me to the ocean in Florida for a couple days once.  I got sand in
my suit and couldn't wash it out.  It even gave me a rash."  Cale was
definitely into the nude beach now as well.  And he also pushed back his
finished salad, but he reached for a pepperoni.

"You guys should try the pepperonis!  They're a little bit hot, but a lot
better than Slim Jims!"  Cale took the pepperoni and chomped off the end.
Sasha and Peter visible winced.

I picked up a pepperoni and stuck it to my lips.  "Remember this morning
guys?"  I them sucked on the pepperoni as if it was one of the boy's
penises.  I wrapped my tongue around it as I pulled it out.  "Tastes pretty
good!  Go ahead, try it Peter!
  Come on, Sasha!"

Peter and Sasha slowly reached out, and they each picked up a pepperoni.
The six inch little sausages looked sexy in their hands, remembering what
they'd done with one just a couple hours ago.

"Uncle Cale," Sasha was the brave one.  "Which one is the one you found
upstairs?"

By this time Cale was leaning towards the other two and sucking on what
remained of his pepperoni.  He pulled it out with a slurp.  "Sasha!  I'm
going to do this to you!"  Then he stuck it back in and sucked on it some
more!"

All of a sudden Peter couldn't take it any more.  He just put it in his
mouth and bit the pepperoni, tasted it for a moment, then smiled.  He knew
he'd dodged the bullet, that he didn't have the one that had been up his
brother's ass.

I couldn't take it anymore.  "You look pretty relieved there, Peter!  But I
wonder why."  I pulled the guilty pepperoni out from it's hiding place,
placed it under my nose and sniffed.  It still smelled of essence of boy.

"By the way, Peter, this is the one you guys had upstairs, and it really
doesn't smell all that bad you know."

Peter and Sasha could have been pushed over with a feather.  I laughed
hard, but not before passing the pepperoni to Cale.  "Cale, what does that
smell like to you?"

Cale gave a sniff, he sat there a moment puzzled, held the offending
pepperoni in front of him, and then started to giggle hard.

We both laughed for a while, and finally Sasha and Peter joined us.  After
we were spent I spoke up.

"Peter and Sasha, it's nothing to be ashamed of.  You were reading an
awfully sexy story.  I would be surprised if you didn't try something. And
play around.  For your information Cale, when I went to check on them this
afternoon, Peter was shoving that pepperoni up Sasha's butt!  So, guys, I
guess you liked the story, huh?"

They were both speechless and blushing.

"OK, boys, I think I just broke my own rule about teasing you about sex.
I'm sorry.  But let me tell you, you looked very cute doing that.  And it
looked like you both were having a bunch of fun.  Did you like it Sasha?"

Sasha nodded.  "It was hard to get in there though."

"Well, you need something to make it slick, so it slides easier."  Cale
evidently wanted to teach his brothers all about it.

Peter spoke up.  "It feels pretty neat, but I don't understand the boys in
the story.  They got so excited that it was even better than sucking or
something.  Maybe we didn't do it right."

"Well, Peter, Sasha, you probably didn't.  It's something that has to be
done carefully.  What I really wanted you to get out of the story was two
things.  First, that the boys and the man in the story had a very loving
relationship and that they were a family almost.  Like the four of us are.
Also, it talked about the danger of anyone ever finding out about what we
do."

"Oh, we already knew that, Uncle Sean, about not telling.  Besides, if we
told then we couldn't ever do anything again."  I guess Peter had the
pragmatic angle down pretty well.

Cale was quick to respond.  "Uncle Sean, these guys told me they're really
happy here and that they think you're cool.  Guys, Uncle Sean always
worries that what we're doing is really bad, and he's afraid he's hurting
us.  We have to remember to give him hugs a lot so he knows we like him,
and the games and all!"

They all got up and circled the table and wrapped me up in a big hug.  I
felt the king of the world, wrapped up in a naked boy triple-decker
sandwich.  It was very nice.  But I had to break it up before we were
sprawled on the deck having sex.

"Thank you very much boys.  You make me feel special.  But right now, we're
going to put away these dishes and then we're going to get dressed and
we're going to take an after dinner walk.  I think some ice cream is in
order.  What do you guys think?"

I got cheers that probably stopped traffic.  We all rushed downstairs and
the boys loaded the dishwasher with no prompting.  They then got dressed
and we walked up to South Street for ice cream.

It was about a mile walk, and Sasha held my hand at every street crossing.
Squeezed it really hard, actually.  I figured something was on his mind.

Still, Sasha didn't pipe up through the walk, not while we ate our Ben and
Jerry cones, nor even as we walked along South Street enjoying the crowds.
It was only as we neared the house that he held me back.

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Uncle Sean?"

"Sure, Sasha!  Cale, here's the keys.  We'll be right in."

Sasha and I held hands still, and we started around the block.

"OK, Sasha, what do you want to say?"

"I love you."  He stopped us and looked into my eyes when he said it.

I crouched down and gave him a big kiss.  "I love you too, Sash.  But you
have more to say than that, don't you."

"Yeah!  I want to try some of that stuff in the story.  I want to really
bad.  Peter said he didn't feel any good feelings, but I did.  Just a
little.  And I want it a lot."

"Sasha, did you know that Cale and I did that this afternoon while you were
reading?"

His eyes got big.  "Really?  We heard him moaning and stuff, but I just
figured you were sucking him."

"Nope, Sasha, I stuck my dick in his butt.  But to get him big enough back
there to do it, it took a whole lot of time.  And it's not comfortable
either.  It even hurts him sometimes."

Sasha hesitated.  "Yeah, but you could tell he loved it.  He almost
screamed as loud as me."  Sasha blushed hard at that.

I picked him up, noticing along that way that he was very stiff.  "So,
Sasha, how long have you been hard?"

"Since holding your hand when we crossed Washington Street.  I mean, I was
hard all the time.  Just thinking about the pepperoni at dinner made me
hard.  That was a good joke you pulled on us too!"

"Sasha, I'm surprised you've been that hard for that long.  You didn't
complain at all.  Tell you what.  We'll work up to doing the big thing with
your butt, and we'll work hard to make it so it doesn't hurt.  Now let's
get back and see if we can take care of this before bed, OK?"  I squeezed
his penis through his shorts and kissed him on the lips.  Again he shoved
his tongue in my mouth, but I broke it off quick.

"Sash!  We can't really do that kind of kiss in public!  But thanks.
You're a great little kisser.  Wait until we get inside, though, OK?"

Sasha blushed and I carried him the rest of the way.  We walked in, locked
the door, and trudged upstairs.

"Boys, we're home!"

We walked into the living room and Cale was crouched behind Peter with his
finger up Peter's butt.

"Boys, it looks like you guys are having fun!  Peter, did you figure out
how to make it feel good yet?"

Cale withdrew his finger and they both stood up.  "No!  What is it, you
know, that prospate thing!"

"Prostate, Cale!  Boys, follow me upstairs.  I know it's early, but we have
a very early day tomorrow.  Let's go to bed.  And pick up your clothes for
goodness sake!"

Cale and Peter looked disappointed, but they followed.

We trooped upstairs, every body brushed their teeth, and then we walked
into my bedroom and all climbed in bed.

"You know guys, I think it's great having all of you here in the bed, but
when you start school you are all sleeping in your own beds, and that's
just three weeks from now.  So, did you guys decide, are we going to the
nude beach?"

I got a united chorus of "yeahs", and a clear indication that the boys were
wound up.

"Boys, then we have to go to sleep pretty quick.  We have another early
morning.  It's a long drive and we have to get to the beach to get a good
spot.  So let's settle down and go to sleep."

Cale sat up on his knees and poked me in the stomach.  "Uncle Sean, Peter
wants to feel how good it is in the butt.  And you said you'd show him.
And we're all horny besides."

I chuckled to myself.  If anyone heard the conversations we had.  Most kids
at this age begged to watch another TV program or play just a half hour
more Nintendo before bed.  Cale wanted an orgasm.

"Oh!  Stop whining Cale.  I have to do all the work here, huh?  OK, I'll do
the work, but I'm going to claim my reward, OK?"

Peter said, "What's that, Uncle Sean?"

I reached out and grabbed first Cale's, then Peter's, then Sasha's penises.
These are my rewards.  Didn't you notice that I didn't have ice cream?
Well, it's my turn for dessert!"  All three of them rewarded me with a
giggle.

"OK, Peter, get over here.  You boys can watch.  Get on your back and
spread your legs and put your knees up a little, OK?"

Peter assumed the position and I grabbed a little olive oil.  "Lift up
higher, Peter!"

I poured a little in his crack and rubbed it in.  "Cale, you know how much
you like to be kissed during this?  Why don't you help Peter out there.
Sasha, lean in here and you can see up close, OK?"

I then massaged Peter's cheeks and slid my finger up his crack.  "Peter,
are you ready?"  I said it with my finger poised at his hole.

He nodded while being kissed by Cale, and I turned and winked at Sasha.
"Sasha, see how my finger can turn up this way?"  I crooked my middle
finger for him.  "There's a little button in there just behind his dick."
I slipped in my finger slowly.  "Watch, Sasha!"

I sunk my finger into Peter's anus and it went in easy.  He flinched, but
the path was smooth and clear.  They had evidently made a lot of headway
with the pepperonis this afternoon.  Still, his insides were on fire.  Like
Cale it was like I was entering the engine inside the boy which made him
run.  I drew my finger in and out for a few minutes, turning every once in
a while to see Sasha's absorbed face.  Peter was moaning, but Cale had his
lips engaged still.

"Watch this Sasha, I'm going to rub the good part now.  Then I'm going to
get my reward at the same time."  I began slowly rubbing Peter's immature
prostate and his legs twitched and he disengaged with Cale and moaned.  I
then leaned in and tongued the base of his penis a moment, then stood it up
with my other hand and engulfed him.

It didn't take long to establish a rhythm.  I matched the strokes of my
finger with the movement of my lips and tongue.  And Peter was beginning to
bounce on the bed.  I suctioned tighter on his penis and began to fuck my
finger faster in his anus, rubbing a little harder still on his prostate.
He was nearing his orgasm, and I caught something out of the corner of my
eye.  Sasha was peering from just inches at the whole process, fascinated,
intense, hands on dick.

That sight, the very notion of being watched by one boy, whole ravishing
another, nearly sent me over the top. I hadn't realized until that point
that I was aroused.

Still, I sucked harder, drawing all of Peter into my mouth and driving my
finger into him.  It too no more than ten second and his penis was pulsing
between my lips, his sphincter gripping my finger like a lamprey.  Two more
thrusts with it and it was done.  Peter collapsed on his back and I
released him from my lips and withdrew my finger.

Cale turned to me.  "I think he liked that Uncle Sean!  He was breathing so
hard!"

"Well, Cale, you were breathing like a herd of buffalo this afternoon!
Peter, are you OK?"

"Uncle Sean?"  He pulled his legs up and sat shakily.  "That was great.
Sasha, you HAVE to try it!  It was amazing!"

Sasha immediately laid himself out and brought his knees up to his ears.
"I'm ready!"

"Oh, Sasha, you don't think I'm doing this the same way do you?  Peter, I'm
sure you're tired, but can you and Cale play for a minute?  I'm going to
ravish your brother to within an inch of his life!  Grab the olive oil for
me, Cale, would you?"

Cale passed it to me, and I spread it over Sasha's butt, then I insinuated
my hand in between his cheeks and laid down next to him.  He was on his
side facing me and I pulled his face to mine with one hand and kissed him
deep.

"Are you ready Sasha?"  He nodded and I laid him back on his back with his
knees up, reached between his cheeks and tickled his hole with my finger.
It greedily opened up and let the tip of my finger in and Sasha gasped.

"Are you going to be OK. Sasha?  This might be a little uncomfortable in a
minute, but you'll probably like it after that."

Still, my concentration wasn't all there.  What had I gotten myself into?
I was naked on a bed with three naked boys and teaching them the pleasures
of their butts.  There was no doubt now that I was in love with three boys.
They each had their appetites, and they were different.  It looked like
Cale would be the ringleader.  Not just in bed, but he was leading the crew
in all ways.  He was proud and happy to have brothers.

I worked my finger in further, and gazed at Sasha's belly heaving.  It was
perfect, with little downy hairs reflecting in the light.  And his
bellybutton invited me.
  I bent and tongued it, embraced it with my lips, sucked and licked more.
I sank my finger further in and he jumped.

Sasha was in some ways the baby here, but clearly more sensitive sexually!
He had begun today looking almost seductive when he got an erection, almost
daring someone to touch it.  I wanted to do it every time, as if I were
compelled.

I slipped my lips to his penis and swallowed his head as my finger worked
its way in further.  It was nearly all the way in his tight hole and I
started moving it in and out to loosen the opening, slowly kissing the head
of his penis at the same time.  Sasha bucked as if he wanted it harder, and
he pressed his hand on my head.

"Cale, look!  Sasha is going to go nuts!"

"Peter, you're not allowed to make fun!  He just likes it in a different
way than us!"

I obeyed Sasha's instructions, taking his penis fully in.  I began to pump
my finger too, but I could not find his prostate so that I could feel it -
however, on the third stroke of my finger, as I began to press back and
behind his penis, he shuddered.

I worked him hard after that - it was obvious that Sahsa liked to do things
fast and get them out of the way.

I sucked him hard, and jammed my finger across his little nubbin of a
prostate and held my hand tight to his hips.  Sasha was bucking into my
face and his butt cheeks were flexing and he was on edge and climaxing time
and again.

Cale and Peter seemed stunned, but I sensed them coming closer.  I pulled
off Sasha's penis enough to see that they both moved in and were caressing
him.  Cale knelt down and sucked Sasha's left nipple.  I was glad to see
them join in, even if it made Sasha buck in my mouth more and start to
wail.  It was time to finish him off.

I pulled hard on Sasha's penis with my lips and jammed my finger in his
butt, sliding in across his prostate and pressing hard.  His squeals could
certainly be heard from the next block as Cale and Peter continued to
caress and kiss him.  He jumped in my arms, jammed against my lips,
challenged my finger to keep contact.  Then Sasha was finished.  Just like
that!  One last thrust into my mouth ands he'd had enough.  He slapped at
Cale and Peter to stop, and I obeyed as well.  Then I crawled up and kissed
Sasha on the cheek.

He was almost comatose.  "Guys, I think Sasha has had too much fun.  Let's
allow him to go to sleep."

We moved him to the side of the bed and there was nary a whimper.  Still,
as I was moving away he caught my arm and pulled me down for a kiss.
"Thanks Uncle Sean.  That was great!"  He kissed me again softly on the
lips and closed his eyes, suddenly and completely asleep."

"It's only me left, Uncle Sean!"  Cale was upright on his knees, Peter
beside him.  He was grinning ear to ear, his penis standing up.  Peter
reached around and pulled at Cale, making his little penis head greet me,
red and swollen.

"Well, guys, bedtime is very soon.  How do you want to do this, Cale?"

Cale shut down a little, as if he was used to me taking the lead.  Then his
face brightened a bit.  "I want to do it like you did it to Peter last
night - with me on my knees like this!  I KNOW he had fun!"

"OK, but then we go to sleep, because you guys are not going to believe how
early we have to get up in the morning.  We're leaving here at 6:00 in
order to get a parking place, so you have to promise me to go to sleep
right afterwards."

I got nods from both of them.  "I guess you're going to watch, huh, Peter?"
He smiled and nodded, but remained silent.

I got on my back, bolstering my head with a few pillows, and Cale came over
and straddled my head, his sac brushing my cheek before settling right in
front of me.  Me braced his hands on the headboard.  Dessert looked very
good.

"Ouch, that kinda hurts!  We're going to have to get you to shave some
more!
  Can we shave you in the morning?"

Peter nodded.  "Well, boys, I would be happy to have you shave me at night!
But you boys will have to practice!  Now Cale, let me munch on this this
here!"  I placed my hands on the cheeks of Cale's butt and drew him to
me. Capturing his balls in my mouth immediately.  He groaned.  And no
wonder.  He'd been hard for forty minutes watching the other boys get off
at my hands and lips.

I decided to get his over quickly.  It was 10:00 and we needed to sleep.
So I fingered Cale's butt while I moved my lips up his shaft.  As I found
his hole, and circled it with my finger, I felt hot breath on my own penis.

I disengaged from Cale's penis for a moment, then realized it was Peter. He
was licking my balls.  "Peter, do you know what you're doing down there?"
I was hard, and it would not take me long to come, and my penis throbbed.
Peter was determined, I guessed, and he moved his lips up my shaft to the
head.

I shrugged and sucked Cale in my mouth again, determined to focus on his
pleasure, to worship him, send him over the top - and get him to sleep as
well!  Still, it was tough, as Peter clumsily tried to suck my dick.  He
licked it, but also scraped it with his teeth.  Still, it was his first
time and it was erotic just thinking that he wanted to do it - wanted to
please me, make me come.

Peter was doing well enough, or maybe I'd been aroused long enough, that I
wasn't able to take much stimulation.  I knew I had to get Cale off
quickly, or my own orgasm would sap my attention.

I sucked hard on Cale, and poked my finger in him.  Since he'd had much
more in there earlier, his butt yielded easily.  I found and stroked his
prostate and sucked the head of his penis hard, And Peter increased his
efforts.  He stroked my balls and his lips clamped onto my glans.  As I
sucked even harder to Cale, making him buck, I thrust my hips into Peter
and came, shooting into his mouth with abandon.  Cale's hands clutched my
head and he shuddered, collapsing on me.

We were a tangled mess.  Peter coughed a couple times, and I reached up and
helped Cale down to the bed, disengaging his penis from my lips.

"Peter, come up here, and thank you very much!"  After settling Cale next
to me I pulled Peter to me by his armpits and gave him a big kiss.  I
tasted my seed on his lips, and it was good.

After breaking the kiss Peter smiled, then Cale and Peter cuddled close and
we fell asleep.  Playing with three horny boys was better than a hot cup of
cocoa for getting one in the mood for sleep.