Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2022 09:01:40 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 186

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

The saga continues.  Is it a saga?  More like the neverending story.
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Chapter 186

"Would you like to go with me to a gala tonight?"  Colin asked as he came
and sat beside me.

"A gah-la...or a gay-la?" I said trying to sound sophisticated.

"What's the difference?"

"One is stuffy and boring.  The other is fabulous!"  I said swirling around
like a big ballerina.  I could have said like a big fag, but that seems
self abusive.

"With you honey, it'll always be a gay-la.  It's an art exhibit at Vanier
Park.  They're holding a competition to decide art sculptures for the city,
and the artists are unveiling their works.  The best five will find a
home."

"Sounds good.  Will there be drinks?"  I asked with a smiled putting my
head on his shoulder.

"Drink, food, artists...I'm sure you'll find something to entertain you."

"Then I'm in!"  I nodded.  "I'll get into my best ball gown and be your
date."

"Or just your best tuxedo," he smiled.

"That's good.  I don't even have a decent ball gown to wear...or any gown
for that matter."

"It's black tie, so we'll need to dress up for it."

"Just a black tie?" I grinned sitting up.  "Now I AM interested!"

"Black tie as in tuxedo," he said pushing me slightly.

"Oh, pass!  Just kidding.  Yeah, I'd love to."  I yelled to Blake who was
sitting at the kitchen table systematically eating his way through
everything in the cupboards.  "Blake!  You're babysitting tonight.  Colin
and I are going out."

"Who am I babysitting?  J.J. is sleeping over at Quinn's," he asked
bouncing over to see us.

"Yourself."

"How much does that pay?"

"Nothing.  Consider it a free night of fun for you."

"I think I should at least get hazard pay if I'm gonna look after myself.
I'm thinking fifty bucks an hour."

"I'm thinking you pay for everything you break."

"Who has that kind of money?" he chuckled, jumping over the back of the
couch and plopping himself down with us.  "Where are you going?  On a date.
Smoochy smoochy, old people stuff?"

"First we do not go smoochy smoochy!" I said thumping his thigh.  "We're
going to an art gala."

"Gross.  Yeah.  Old people stuff.  You'd be better off with the smoochy!"

He wasn't wrong about that, but hey, once in a while you have to act like a
Society Boy and get out there with the rich and famous, pretending you know
everything about art and fashion.  I rarely make sure my socks match.

"Whatever.  Party time for me.  I think I'll have to invite a dozen of my
horniest friends over.  Make a night of it," Blake said as he pulled out
his phone.

"No party while we're not here," Colin said quickly.

"Why?  Afraid you'll miss out on some hot guys?  Jealous?"  He teased.

"No party when we're out, Blake.  If I check with ADAM and find just one
extra body in the house, I'll lock the place down so that you can't get
out."

"You do know that all I have to do to override a lockdown is to set off a
sprinkler, or smoke detector, right?  It automatically overrides the
lockdown from inside the house."

I did not know that, but it figures Blake would.  He seems to know more
about ADAM than ADAM knows about itself.

"Just behave.  You know you can have parties whenever you want when we're
here to make sure every one is safe."

"Can I invite Colton, maybe?  And Stone if he's over there?"

"Sure. That'd be fine."

"Cool," he said quickly texting them.  He got a reply before I'd even heard
the swish noise that the text had gone out.  "Great!  They're coming over
later.  Blake's gettin' laid!" he chanted.  "and paid fifty bucks an hour
to babysit himself."

Neither of us responded to that.  Honestly, hazard pay at only 50 bucks
might not be enough.

After dinner, Colin and I went to get ready for our gala, and Blake just
had to watch as we put our tuxedos on.  I still can't get the hang of those
fucking bowties.  Colin insisted I use a real one and not a clip on one, so
he helped me tie it.  Blake watched carefully and tried to tie one of his
own.  He was about as successful as me.  Colin made sure to properly tie
one for him, which looked pretty good with his t-shirt.  If he takes the
shirt off, he'll look like a mini Chippendale dancer, or maybe that's
Chipmunk-dale dancer in his case.  I didn't suggest it.

We used the car service to drive us and they pulled up in a Rolls Royce.  I
don't know why we have like 30 cars worth almost a hundred million dollars
if we just keep calling for fancy `taxis' whenever we go out.  I know it
sounds like I'm complaining, but I'm not really.  We arrived at Vanier Park
to find the outdoor gala all lit up and secured for entry to those with
passes.  I guess whatever art we're selecting for everyone in the city is
only to be decided by the elite few.  No wonder there's such an array of
fucked up art everywhere.  Like what idiot decided that a pile of old cars
on top of a tree pole was art?  It's a rusting pigeon poop monument.  Yet
we have that; at one of the main entrances into downtown no less.  Probably
these assholes at one of their galas, pissed and stoned out of their minds.

"Gentlemen these are your voting chips.  Each of you receives five.  Please
feel free to place them into the boxes of any art you enjoy," the host at
the door said as we entered.

We were immediately offered a cocktail upon entry and noticed several trays
of hors d'oeuvres going around.  This is usually weird food like a slice of
tomato and tofu on organic cardboard.  I almost took the entire tray off
the first waitress when she offered us a sweet and sour barbeque chicken
skewer.  They looked awesome, so I took four.  Not sure if that's protocol
or not, but I was hungry.  I basically shoved the stick in my mouth and
slid the food off in one move.  This is where being a fag with deep
throating abilities pays off. Knew I was gonna be more useful than as just
the blowjob king.  I got this hors d'oeuvres thing down, even though I have
to look up how to spell it each time.  My focus quickly changed as I
watched this really old guy sail over toward us.  Actually, I think he
sashayed over.

"Colin, dahling!  It's wonderful that you could make our little soiree," he
said as he kissed him on each cheek.  I think he was wearing a silk scarf.
He looked to be about 70, or 95, who can tell at that age.  Sort of
reminded me of a gay Hugh Heffner.  "Ooh, and who is this delightfully
charming breath of fresh air with you this evening?" He said turning his
attention to me and kissing my hand as he lifted it up.  At least his
eyesight was perfect.

"Walter, this is my husband, Justin.  Justin, Walter.  He's one of the
artists here tonight."

"Oh sweetie.  I'm THE artist here tonight.  But enough about me.  You're
the other half of this wonderful man.  I've heard so much about you, I feel
like I already know everything about you."

`Except my name and who I was, apparently', I thought to myself but let him
go on.  He was great for my ego.

"The little woman and I have been meaning to have you for dinner, but time
has just slipped by so fast."

I am not even sure how to reply to that.  Time had definitely slipped by
for him, and I wondered if by have us for dinner, he meant that WE would be
the dinner.  If he has a little woman, then I have a stack of Playboys
under my mattress.  I think my phone started buzzing in my pocket.  It was
the 70's asking for their stereotypes back.

"Colin, where did you find such a delightful young man?"

"He was in the two for one clearance bin one day while I was out shopping,"
Colin replied.

I grinned as I elbowed Colin.  "But by the time he got me to the checkout
to pay for me, I was a three for one.  I'm a triplet."

They both laughed.

"Ohhh...Triplets.  Mmmmm.  Come along precious boy.  I'll introduce you to
my other half.  She's flitting around here somewhere, the old queen."

`Pot calling kettle much?'  I thought to myself again, but I kinda liked
this guy, so I kept quiet as he tucked his arm under mine and waltzed me
off to find his `old queen'.

"Oh there she is," he said putting his hand up to point in the most
feminine way possible as we pushed through the crowd as if they weren't
there.  "Terrance, sweetie, you remember Colin, and this is his gorgeous
husband, Justin.  Justin, this old wrinkly bag of bones is my dear
Terrance.  We've been together 56 years now.  We met as teenagers in high
school, and have been together ever since."

"That's incredible!  Congratulations," I said as he came up and kissed me
on each cheek, before repeating it with Colin.  "This looks like a great
gala.  Amazing turnout."

"Breeders, prostitutes and politicians.  Although it's hard to tell which
is which," Terrance said sounding extremely judgemental.  "Wouldn't know
art if it were shoved up their asses and lit up. Although in fairness, most
of them are already lit up. That's what makes them halfway tolerable.  At
least you two are here to add some class to the event."

"Justin here is a triplet.  Could you imagine having three like him around
the house?  You wouldn't be able to function, you drooling old queer,"
Walter said.

Yeah, I officially liked them.  Bitchy as fuck and as gay as they get.  Oh
my god, is this gonna be me and Colin in 50 years?  I hope so, dahling.
That would be fabulous!  I almost giggled out loud, wondering where they
sell those silk scarves.

Terrance looked me over thoroughly.  "Colin told us how delightfully
playful you are.  We'll simply have to have you and your brothers as part
of our sexpose art exhibit.  It just wouldn't be complete without you."

"Sexpose?" I asked unsure of what he meant.

"It's a photographic expose, princess.  We focus on the sexually erotic,
without the sexually explicit.  What could be more intriguing than three of
YOU in the collection.  You'll simply have to come over and see what we're
developing.  I'm sure you'll just scream to be part of it."

Why do I feel like I need a shower right now?  Something tells me there'd
be a lot of pawing of our bodies for the photo shoot, but I think I'm
curious enough to find out.  "We'd love to.  You just let us know the
details, and we'll be there.  Nothing I love better than art that appeals
to all the senses," I replied trying to sound sophisticated.

"Or to stimulate the loins," Walter added.  Yes, I've never been reluctant
having my loins stimulated.  "Who are you wearing tonight?"  He asked as he
looked at me more closely.

"I'm wearing Prada, but I could slip into you if it'd be more comfortable,"
I said trying to sound gayer than he was.

"Oh, how witty.  I'll have to remember that line.  `I could slip into you'.
Sounds like you have your hands full with this one, Colin."

"And that's just when I'm naked and he has something to hold onto," I
replied enjoying this.

"Terrance, be a doll and take Colin to get us another cocktail.  I'm
parched, and I'm sure Justin is as well.  We need libations darling."

The two of them headed off, and I was left with `Gropy Spice' as he patted
my arm, then linked our elbows.  "Prada looks fetching on you sweetie."  He
asked as he looked me up and down again.  Wait!  I got this as my head
screamed `Stop trying to make fetch happen!'  Yeah, I could totally be a
`Mean Girl'.  I think Walter might be drooling, or perhaps it's an age
thing and his dentures have come loose.  Fortunately, I'd seen enough red
carpet events from awards shows to know how to answer this.

"Currently, I'm wearing Prada with a YOU clutch purse," I grinned.

"Delightful.  Exquisite and smart.  A rare combination," he gushed.  Stop,
please!  Any more of these compliments and I might actually let him go down
on me.  Not sure how I'll get him back up, but we can worry about that
later.  "I wouldn't expect less from stunning creatures such as
yourselves," he remarked guiding me to an art sculpture.  "What do you
think of this piece, my child of god?"

Oh shit.  This is where I have to sound art smart.  Fuck.  What if I just
grab his crotch, or maybe lick his ear, instead?  I took a deep breath. "I
see that the artist has found complexities with the struggles we all face
living in what he sees as a near utopian society," I said pausing to
reflect as we looked at it.  See, I got this art bullshit speak down
perfectly.

He didn't say a word as he stood looking at it with me, arm in arm as if we
were best friends for life.  I wondered if maybe I'd gone a bit over the
top with that response.  He looked at me and nodded.  "You have an insight
far greater than your years, my boy.  I would never have seen that in the
piece, but you are a pure visionary."

I know, right!  I keep telling people that.  I mean I have no idea what I
said, and I sure as fuck hope I'm not asked to repeat it to anyone.  As we
stood watching, Terrance and Colin returned with our `libations'.  Mine was
some fruity pink thing.  Seems fitting.

"Honey, Justin was just complimenting your work.  He said you have found
the complexities with the struggles we all face in living in a near utopian
society."

Colin stared at me and I just shrugged and gave him a little smile.  He
rolled his eyes and smiled back.

"The work is called `Sunrise'," Terrance informed us.  "I appreciate how it
moves you, Justin.  I hope others will be just as enthralled and we'll see
it find a permanent home in the city one day soon."

"Well, it gets my vote," I replied as I dropped one of my voting chips into
the box beside it.  Colin copied me.  This is how shitty art ends up in the
city.  You get an old queer to drool over you, handing out compliments and
drinks.  What do I care?  I'm enjoying the attention.  Why his art is
called sunrise, I have no idea.  There was no sun or anything illuminated
on it at all, but what I know about art would fit on the end of my pinky
finger, and I'd still have space to stick it up my nose for booger mining.
Too graphic?

"Walter, let the boy go so he and Colin can enjoy the other entries.  I
know you and your arm candy, but these boys obviously have far better taste
than to spend the evening with a fossil like you," Terrance remarked.

Walter let my arm go and put me with Colin.  Even though they insulted each
other, apparently non-stop, you could see that they loved each other.

"Please enjoy the festivities and don't forget to contact us soon darling,
so we can get you into our sexpose.  Colin has our number."

"Thanks.  It was a pleasure meeting you, and I'll be sure to call," I
replied.

"The pleasure was all ours, you sculpture of perfection," Walter said as he
kissed us on the cheeks again.  They headed off as if they owned the gala,
and almost immediately hit on another couple.

"I like them.  I should go over to visit regularly.  Unless you want to
start appreciating my fabulousness," I grinned.

Colin laughed.  "I thought you might enjoy meeting them.  Great couple.
Been through it all, and paved the way for you and I to have the freedoms
we have today.  True pioneers."

"I love how they insult each other, but deep down care about the other so
much."

"It's cute, that's for sure.  Walter seemed to take an immediate liking to
you."

"Probably because you told him I was a triplet.  Now he's gonna try and get
us naked and we'll be gummied for hours, once he is able to get down on his
knees in front of us."

"He's a true artist.  If he says it's an art sexpose, that's what it is.  I
doubt he'll be anything but professional.  Of course, I'm not saying he
wouldn't want to see you naked, and perhaps adjust you into position
several hundred times.  No matter how old they may be, they're still gay,
and you're the most delicious piece of arm candy here," Colin said almost
sounding like Walter.

"Thank you for noticing my true worth," I giggled as I held Colin's hand as
we walked around looking at some of the other sculptures.  Some I didn't
get at all.  There was one that was roughly 3 metres tall and looked like a
man and women's head from a distance, but when you got close it was all
made out of recycled garbage.  If we put that up in the city, it would be
used as a dumping area for other trash no doubt.  I passed on this one, but
it was cleverly done.  Clearly it symbolizes man's inner conflict with a
disposable society, while requiring us to think hard about our choices for
future generations.  I got this art shit down, bitches!

There was an orchestra playing music nearby and many people were sitting to
listen.  Now you know it's a formal gala when they bring a live symphony to
it.  Most shit I go to just has a DJ with a laptop, or at best some karaoke
winner they hired with coupons.  Colin and I stopped in front of one piece
that seemed to be attracting a lot of attention, although I have absolutely
no reason why.  It was just a square frame, maybe 6 metres high and 4 wide.
It was painted blue on one side and green on the other, and titled `Looking
Glass.'  I didn't see glass at all, but I did listen to the comments from
those around us.

"This would be the perfect symbol to be placed at Sunset Beach.  It truly
showcases nature versus city, and could frame our complex world divinely,"
one woman said to her husband, who already looked drunk and bored.

"The color is the perfect blend to show how we have our concrete world
intermixed with the beauties of nature, and as a people we can all see
ourselves in both these worlds," another said.

I looked at Colin and shrugged.  "Just looks like a large wooden frame to
me," I whispered in his ear as to not offend anyone.  "Don't we already
have one of those in this park already?  Like right over there," I said
pointing to the art piece that looked a hundred times better, painted brown
and at least had some design to it.  If you stood under it, you could
easily see the framed idea for a picture with the city in the background.
I'd vote for that if it wasn't already part of the park.

He grinned as he looked at me and then said in a louder voice.  "I can see
that the artist is allowing us to step from one part of our world into
another, and depending on which way we go through it, symbolizes which
world we are looking to enter."

Ah crap, they've spiked the drinks, haven't they?  What the fuck are they
all talking about?  It's an open frame!  No doubt the artist spent an hour
with a table saw and a can of paint, and now he's gonna sell it to the city
for several million bucks.  Morons.  I coulda built this and I don't even
know how a table saw works.

"I need to use the washroom," I said to Colin as I looked around.  "I'll be
right back."

I used the facilities, and as I was washing my hands, a guy around my age
stepped up next to me.  "Interesting gala.  I wonder which pieces will be
selected to add to the city collection," he said making small conversation.

"I have no idea.  I don't understand any of it.  We're spending all this
money to buy more art that'll need to be maintained?  Maybe just put more
sand on the beaches to raise the levels for when the ocean rises."

"Oh thank god," the guy said letting out a large breath of air.  "Someone
normal."

And just when I was beginning to like this guy, he insults me.  Normal...so
rude.  "Justin," I said.

"Landry," he replied.  "I never get this shit.  The girlfriend dragged me
to it as her father is one of the artists.  You?"

"No, your girlfriend had nothing to do with getting me here," I laughed as
I put my hand under the dryer with the jet engine to blast your hands.

"Funny."

"Thanks.  Apparently, I'm the arm candy," I joked.

"I could see that," he replied.  "What's with these things?  I have no idea
how half of this could be considered art.  I did better stuff than this in
pre-school with a glue stick, glitter and macaroni."

I laughed.  "No shit, right!  But there's alcohol, so at least there's
that."

"You need it if you wanna be able to get through it.  Nice tux," he
complimented.

"You too."

"I'd rather have a towel and be on wreck beach than in this," he complained
tugging at his bow tie.

"Now THAT I'd go see, and probably drop one of my chips in your box!" I
grinned.

He smiled.  "You're gay I take it?"

"Is it that obvious?"  I said looking in the mirror in case it was written
on my forehead.  I hate it when that happens.

"Not really, but I picked up on it.  You have a few minutes to make our own
fun?"  he said nodding towards the stalls.

"I thought you were here with your girlfriend," I replied.

"Doesn't mean I can't appreciate arm candy when I see it," he grinned as he
took my hand and dragged me along with him.  He pushed me into the stall
and quickly dropped to his knees and unfastened my pants to fish my cock
out.  Remind me again what the definition of straight boy is?  Have we come
so far that straight isn't really a thing anymore?  I'm not complaining.
He popped my cock into his mouth and sucked on it, as if it were one of
those chicken skewers and he was trying to get the meat off it.  He yanked
my pants the rest of the way down and grabbed my ass to pull me into him.
It didn't take long for him to get me hard as he worked me like an
industrial vacuum.  He had his own cock out and was masturbating furiously
as he used the full length of my dick, stopping only once to appreciate and
compliment how big it was.  Okay, I'll let the `normal' comment go and put
him back in my good book. I'm curious about that.  Did people have a good
book and a bad book?  Was that a pre-social media thing.  I know they had a
little black book, but just how many fucking books did they have to carry
back then?  Like I said...curious.  I ended up having to hold his shoulder
as he sucked me off, and I warned him that I was about to cum.  He doubled
his efforts to get my load, and shot off all over the floor himself just
seconds before I busted down his throat.  He stood up quickly to wipe the
end of his dick on the toilet paper.  It gave me a nice opportunity to have
a look at it.  I went to feel it, but he pulled back.

"I'm good for now, thanks," he said as he put it back in his pants and
left.  I shut the stall door and got myself put back together before
exiting.  I looked in the mirror to make sure I had no look of just being
sexed and then headed back out to find Colin.

"You good?  You were in there a while," he said as he handed me my drink
back.

"Line-up.  Everyone over indulging in alcohol so they can handle the art,"
I replied lying...ummm...fabricating an alternative truth.

"Or were you just taking your time at the urinal with your dick out hoping
to spot something better than art?"

Shit, I really did have a face you could read from a mile away.  "What
could be better than a night out with you?"

Colin laughed.  "So, you WERE cruising the bathroom."

"Shut up."  It's bad enough he can see my aura, now he's a mind reader too.
This could be bad.  We passed by Landry once, hanging with a group, and I
have to say he had a smokin' hot girlfriend.  Why did he need my cock if
he's got a girl like that?  He nodded and smiled at me as we walked by, but
made no other attempt to acknowledge us.

I was standing looking at another crazy piece of art, all made out of
brushed metal, as the crowd around us were actively discussing its pros and
cons.  I must have been into the discussion as I never even noticed a guy
come up beside me, until he gave my crotch a firm grope.  I turned to see
who was giving me the international gay greeting of strangers.  It took me
a second to recognize him until he gave me a big grin.  "Dragos?  Holy
shit!  How long has it been?"

"A while that's for sure.  I saw you over here and figured I'd come over to
say hi.  How you been?"

"Great.  How about you?  Still with your boyfriend...uhhh what was his
name?  That older guy, Leo, I think?"

"No, we broke up a year ago.  He moved on to someone younger.  It was
inevitable.  Sort of his thing.  I'm currently single, but enjoying life.
You?  Still taking Yoga?"

"No.  I went a few times, but nothing topped that first session with you,"
I grinned.  "You remember Colin?"

"I don't think we formally had the pleasure.  I saw you at the New Year's
eve party at the club, but never officially met," he said shaking Colin's
hand.  "I'm Dragos."

"That's a cool name.  Colin," Colin said completing the greeting.

"He's a vampire from Transylvania," I told Colin nodding.

"I doubt that, Justin."

"I'm pretty sure he is, right, Dragos.  That's why you don't kiss right?
In case you end up going for the neck and drawing blood."

"Yep, you're still as funny," Dragos laughed.  "I kiss.  I just didn't when
I had a boyfriend.  After I drained all his blood though, he wasn't as
active with me anymore."

"See.  Told ya!"  I grinned looking at Colin.  "You still doing yoga?"  I
asked to continue our small talk.

"Teaching it at my own studio now.  Drop by sometime."

"Will I be required to get naked again?"  I asked as I took a sip of my
cocktail.

"No.  Not if you don't want to."

"Oh, too bad.  That's the part I like the best.  Especially when it was
with you."

"Nothing stopping us from having a class like that again.  Bring your
brothers and Colin if you want."

"Oh right, I forgot you had this fantasy of doing triplets.  Guess we never
did get together for that."

"I got a little fucked up hanging with Leo.  The drugs got a bit much, but
I'm clean now.  Needed to start my life for me.  Still gay though!"

"Good.  That's a part we wouldn't want to lose.  Give me your number and
we'll set it up.  I need more exercise in my life and a good stretching
might be good for me."

We swapped phone numbers and he told us to make sure we dropped and he'd
give us the first lesson for free.  Why do I think that free may mean I
have to give up my ass and my brothers?  I'm fine with that as Dragos was
still cute, and I remember that 7 inch uncut dick from the first time we
met.

"That's Dragos, huh?"  Colin grinned.  "I remember you telling me about
him.  Surprised you didn't go to yoga everyday after that."

"I didn't like the fact that the guy he was living with was drugging the
boys to keep them with him.  Tripp was another one that hung around with
him.  I wasn't looking for that kinda of environment."

"Sound like you made the right choice.  He appears to have also moved on
from it.  I'm guessing we'll be taking some yoga lessons?"

"If you want to.  I think it could be fun."

"I'm good with that.  You're Mr. Popular tonight.  Walter and Terrance
wanting you for their art project.  Dragos inviting you to yoga.  No doubt
naked yoga by the sound of it.  Shall we see what else we can find for you
tonight?"

I didn't bother to add the part about the blowjob from the straight boy in
the bathroom.  It's not like I'd deny it, but why add unnecessary things to
my already impressive resume of arm candy and precious child of God status.
I wasn't even insulted about the whole God thing, I just went with it as it
seemed to embody who I really was, being so humble and amazing and all.
Wait until I get into my bitchy revenge stage.  I'll start smiting people,
throwing stones and flooding their lands.  And don't even get me started on
how we'll treat the heterosexuals. (not so much heteros, as the homophobes.
Lots of straight guys are decent folk.)

We dropped our chips into four other art pieces and our task was done.  Now
all we had to do was listen to pretentious assholes talk about things they
knew nothing about and listen to symphony music.  But I was still having a
good time being there with Colin.  He knew lots of people and they all
seemed to enjoy meeting me as well.  Most of the guys looked so hot all
dressed in tuxedos.  No wonder so many people go to the Academy awards.
It's not for the trophies.  It's to check out how hot people look all
dressed up.  I was even sophisticated enough to sip champagne at one point.
I suppose that's better than chugging a beer and then having a belching
contest.  I really felt extra gay at this thing.  We should do more of
these events so I can learn more about my people's culture...dahling.

"When do they announce the winners?" I asked some lady standing near me
admiring the piece of art that looked like it had been made with hand
grenades, a paint sprayer and a lot of meth.

"They review the selections at the next board meeting, and send them to
committee to review the background of the artist and the potential positive
and negative impact the selection may have.  Then it is weighed against the
vision for the city.  If it passes those stringent tests, it is then
submitted to council for approval.  After that the artist will be contacted
to negotiate monetary compensation.  One simply does not win by collecting
chips," she replied in detail.  Lady, I was only looking for an answer like
August 4th, or July 9th.  I'm guessing she had something to do with the
whole process and that was her contribution to this evening's event.  No
doubt she explains this a lot.  I simply thanked her for the information
and went off to find another libation or two...or more.

It's a good thing we didn't have to drive home as we were both pretty
loaded by the time the thing started to wind down.

"Thanks for the fun night, Colin," I said as I leaned against him in the
car.

"We need to get out to a few more things like that in town," he replied.
"I just hope you had fun.  I mean it's not your usual party as you actually
kept your clothes on."

"True.  But no, it was fun.  I still don't understand art apparently, but
like they say.  Fake it until you make it."

"Well, I'd say you faked it pretty well.  Most liked your opinions of the
art," he said complimenting me.

"I figured I just say some stupid random shit and if it sounded smart,
they'd agree.  It worked.  I should use that approach when reviewing boys."

"That wouldn't work," he said looking at me seriously.  "You'd go through
your five chips in the first ten minutes and be bored for the rest of the
night."

"I'm thinking of reviewing you when we get home," I teased.  "I see you as
a sculpture of perfection.  A masterpiece of everything male with perfect
bone structure.  A symbol of virility and..."

"You can stop before you hurt yourself.  You're gonna get laid regardless."

"Oh thank god.  I was running out of metaphors, or similes, or antidotes,
or whatever those are called."

"Anecdotes?...Compliments?"

We rushed into the house and headed up to bed where we created our own work
of art fusing two bodies together in perfect harmony with each other.

I woke up in the morning to a loud clearing of a throat beside the bed.  I
opened my eyes to find Blake standing there.

"Good morning, buddy," I said groggily.

"Oh hey.  You're awake.  I babysat myself for five hours, so just letting
you know you owe me 250 bucks," he grinned.

"You know we're not paying you to look after yourself, right?"  I said as
he crawled into bed with us.

"I don't need cash.  You can text or email me the money.  I'd be fine with
that too."

"Or you just look upon this as us trusting you to stay home by yourself.
No money needed," Colin remarked.

I figured.  It's okay.  You can pay it off by fooling around with me.  I
don't mind."

"Or you can just cuddle and go back to sleep."

"That's cool too.  I just gotta take my underwear off first though, if
we're gonna sleep."  He wiggled around under the covers and slapped his
underwear over my face as if to prove he was no longer wearing them.  He
cuddled into me and we went back to sleep, which was good as I still had a
bit of a hangover.  I don't tell him, but he's actually fun to cuddle with
when he's not squirming all over the bed like a water snake.  The next
wakeup we got was J.J. crawling into bed with us.  He slipped under the
covers, sandwiching himself between Blake and me.  He took a look under the
sheet and when he saw we were all naked, he removed his underwear and
tossed them aside as well.  He little spooned into Blake and pulled his big
brother's arm over himself.  I smiled one of those `aww, isn't that cute'
smiles, but I was honestly thrilled that they were bonding.  That above all
else, is a giant milestone.

The next time we awoke, it was because nature was calling.  Like someone
had opened the dam holding back the yellow rivers.  The two boys raced to
the bathroom first.  Fortunately Colin and I had exhausted ourselves last
night, so we didn't have the usual morning wood.  I won't comment on the
boys.  One is a hormone driven teenager, and the other doesn't care what
state he's in.

We spent the rest of the day hanging out with the boys and took them out
for lunch.  That turned into a bit of a shopping spree, which is always
fun.  J.J. kept insisting he didn't need anything, while Blake convinced
him that he pretty much needed everything.  It would have been easier to
just move into the mall than have the mall transported back to the house
like we did.  Oh well, once we fill up all the space in the house, we can
always move to someplace bigger, or burn this one to the ground, claim the
insurance and start again.

Monday morning, I pulled into the University parking lot in plenty of time
for my first class and almost jumped out of my skin when someone knocked on
my car window as I was getting my stuff together.  It was Justyn.

"Hey Justin with an `I'!  Saw you pull up, so I figured I'd come over and
we can walk to class."

"Hey Justin with a `y'.  You scared the crap out of me.  I could have shot
you."

"You have a gun?"  He asked looking surprised.

"No, but you didn't know that."

He laughed.  "Dude, this is Canada.  You can't even threaten me with a
baseball bat and not get into trouble."

"True.  At least you don't have a long commute from your home," I said
glancing across the parking lot to his RV.

"Yeah.  Neither did the guy I railed last night.  Hey, do you think Kyle
would wanna hook up again?  I was thinking maybe for a sleepover or
something."

"For a sleepover I think you'd have to invite Chance along.  That's Kyle's
boyfriend."

"Oh right.  I forgot about that.  Is he cute?"

"I'm not that impartial.  I think all the guys that live with us are
seriously cute.  Here, check him out for yourself," I said as I got my
phone out and scrolled through the pictures to find the one I wanted of
Chance and Kyle.

"Damn!  He's hot.  No wonder he's Kyle's boyfriend.  Do they fool around
with others?"

"Yes.  That much I do know," I grinned.

"Fuck.  That would be a wicked night.  Did Kyle talk about me after we
played together?"

"He did, and don't worry, he likes you.  Want me to see if he's available
sometime?"  I asked redundantly as I texted Kyle.

Justyn nodded and waited for me to finish before he asked if I had more
pictures.

"I do.  Let me just get Kyle's answer and you can take a look at them."  I
know that there's a few shirtless ones of the two guys that should get
Justyn a little worked up.

Kyle's return text arrived.  `Nice!  Tell him I'm available after 4.
Dropped a pin where my truck is.  He can come home with me.'

I showed Justyn the reply and he grinned.  "Shit.  I have a date with
Harris at 4.  That sucks.  Maybe I could meet Kyle later."

"Wait.  You have a date with Harris?  The Harris in our class?"  I was
beyond instantly jealous.

"Sure.  He's seriously cute, so why not.  I heard him say he was going to
the library to study and he'd be there at 4.  I'm gonna go too and sit near
him, so it's like a date," he reasoned.

"It's really not though," I chuckled.  "It's more like you're just stalking
him."

"If I were stalking him, I would have patted him on the ass when I saw him
at the urinal the other day.  Almost did it, but the bathroom was busy and
I didn't know how he'd react."

"I didn't even know he was gay," I added.

"Since when is that a requirement for sex?  God, I'd never get laid if I
had to sort them out like that.  You got anymore pictures?"  He asked
almost drooling as he looked at my phone.  I opened the pictures and
scrolled through a few before handing it over to him.  He swiped through
more and stopped at the one I like, which was of the two guys in their
wetsuits with them folded down, exposing their chests.  "Fuck they're hot
together.  I would love to be a Justyn sandwich between those two."

"I'm pretty sure they won't refuse," I smiled as he kept scrolling.

"Holy shit!  Who is that guy?"  He asked as he showed me the phone.  I
rolled my eyes.

"That's Blake," I told him.

"He looks young.  Who is he?"

"He's my son," I replied.

"Your son?  Oh, like he has a daddy fetish or something.  How old is he?"

"No, he's my real son.  We adopted him a few years ago as I was his only
blood relative.  He's 14."

"Damn!" He said as he zoomed in on Blake's face.  "He even has the same
killer green eyes that you do, and I love that hair.  I wish mine were like
that."

"Funny how that works huh?  He likes his hair too, but he keeps wishing it
were straight.  He tried taking the curls out once, but I personally don't
think it suited him."

"Nah, he's way cuter with the wavy hair.  Has he figured out if he's
straight or gay yet?"

"Blake is pretty fluid.  He's had both girl and boyfriends.  He currently
has an extremely open-minded girlfriend, who likes it when they invite
others to play with them."

"At 14?  Damn.  I wish I'd been like that at 14.  I still freaked out when
I got a boner at that age."

"Me too.  Blake gets one and announces it in case anyone wants to see it."

Justyn laughed.  "Nice.  Sign me up for that viewing."

"Here.  How about a picture to give you a boner for the rest of the day?"
I flipped to one of all of us, shirtless at the beach and only in our swim
trunks.  Blake was in his tiny speedos.

"Holy fuck!  That's the single best collection of hot guys I've ever seen.
You live with all of them?"

 "Yep," I said as I pointed out who everyone was.  He zoomed in on the
picture and I couldn't help but smile when he focused on Blake's swim
trunks.

"Is that bulge real?"  He asked.

"It is.  Like I said, Blake doesn't shy away from letting people know he's
chubbing up.  I wouldn't be the least bit surprised if he'd fluffed himself
up deliberately for the picture."

"I hate to say it, but if I lived at your house, I'd never want to leave.
I'd be going room to room seeing who wanted to get laid."

He'd fit right in then.  He and Blake could do their nightly rounds.  "I
think you'd get tired of it after a while."

"With these guys?  Hell no.  I'm guessing the other two that look like you
are your brothers and that it's not just photoshopped."

"Nope.  That's Jason and J.P.  I'm sure if you ask them, they'd hook up
with you too."

"Do the three of you hook up with guys together?"  He asked as drool poured
out of his mouth like a waterfall.  Not really, but it looked like it might
at any second.

"If you're asking if we all fool around together while sharing a boy, then
yes.  We do."

"Shit.  This one picture is like every fantasy in my head at the same time.
Triplets, hot guy and his boyfriend.  Not to be weird, but a smokin' hot
highly sexual 14-year-old.  I'd wanna toss you all in a pile and keep going
until my heart gave out."

"Be careful what you wish for, Justyn.  Suggest it to the guys and the next
thing you know they'll have ripped your clothes off and ravaged you for
hours...maybe days."

"Please tell me they'd really do that," he said as he adjusted his crotch.

"They'd really do that.  Once they know you're sexual, it'll be hard to
keep them away."

"Why the hell would I want to keep them away?  They could use me any way
they wanted."

I laughed.  Be sure to mention that, and I'm sure even Blake and his
girlfriend would invite you to play with them.  You ever been with a girl?"

"Gross.  No.  This dick will NEVER touch the slime caves!!"

"Never say never, buddy.  I'm sure plenty of straight boys have said that
about taking dick up the ass, but we see how easy it is to get a lot of
them to change their mind.  Trust me, Blake can be persuasive.  Once he
shows you his eight inches, I'm guessing you'd do whatever he wanted to get
it."

"Ummm, so I'm guessing you're comfortable with him having sex with
whoever?"

"Comfortable?  I dunno.  Do we accept that he's incredibly sexual and
confident about it?  Sure.  I've learned that once Blake sets his mind on
something, or someone, he'll do what it takes to succeed.  If he knows
you're there to have sex with Kyle and Chance, I can almost guarantee that
without fail, he'll show up naked at some point to see if he can join in.
He'll make up some excuse as to why he's there, but he'll wear you down
until he's in bed with you."

"It took me all of my teenage years to get even half that confidence.  I
envy him that.  He knows who he is already."

"Not so much.  He's basically afflicted with a severe case of FOMO.  Fear
of missing out.  He also isn't afraid to try everything in the journey
towards finding himself.  So are you still planning on going on your `date'
with Harris, or would you like to be invited to bed with Kyle and Chance?"

"Tough call," he smirked.  "Guaranteed sex with two hotties, or guaranteed
masturbation in a stall fantasizing over a straight boy after he goes home.
Text Kyle back and tell him I'll be at his truck at 4.  Naked if he wants."

"I think you can keep the clothes on until you're at least out of the
parking lot.  Kyle's a good driver, so I'd give him road head as a thank
you."

Justyn nodded, and I'm now looking forward to Kyle's reaction to that.

We had a long day of classes, with Nate and I studying together during our
downtime.  We had finished up our final thesis and were just polishing the
wording before turning it in.  This was it.  Our final assignment to be
graded before we graduated and fucked the minds of the vulnerable.  Karen!
Where are you, Karen?  I have a mind fuck for you!!  Come here my pretty!!
Please leave your tin foil hat in reception.  I still think I should take a
hypnotism class to ensure that I can really help these whack jobs.
Sorry...mentally challenged Karens and Chads!

We had a late day, and class didn't finish until after 4:30. When the time
got to 4:00pm, I began wondering if Justyn had actually met up with Kyle.
Then I wondered if they crashed into a tree somewhere when Justyn attempted
to go down on him.  I'd find out soon enough.  I momentarily lost that
train of thought as Harris walked up the steps towards the exit.  A
snapping finger in front of my face brought me back to reality.

"Jesus Christ, just talk to him already.  You want me to find out if he's
gay or straight for you?  Would that help?"  Nate asked.

"God no.  If he's straight, then I have some justification for not getting
him into bed.  If he's gay and I find out he's with someone, I'll be
crushed.  Or if he's not with someone but doesn't like me, I'd be super
crushed and maybe become catatonic."

"You know how neurotic you're being, right?  He's just a guy.  Like all the
other guys you've been with.  My guess is that once you get him out of his
clothes, you'll realize he's not that special.  How about I go talk to him
and invite him to your place to go swimming.  You can at least see him in a
bathing suit, and if I know you like I do, you could get him skinny
dipping."

"Oh sure, Great idea, Mr. Shrink.  I'd pass out from both anxiety and lack
of blood to my brain.  I'll just be an admirer from afar and take out my
fantasy ideas about him on someone else.  Speaking of which, what are you
doing now?"

Nate shook his head.  "Sorry Captain Horndog, I have a date tonight."

"With a girl?"  I inquired.

He gave a small laugh.  "Yes, with a girl.  Trust me Justin, if I ever
switch teams, you'll be the first one I call.  I'd never admit this to
anyone else, but you seriously give the best blowjobs I've ever had."

"Awww...thanks.  And ummm...you have nice hair," I teased.  "So Nate's
getting laid tonight!  Nice."

"Probably not.  It's just a first date."

"Oh right.  The whole straight thing.  Date and date and date, then maybe
sex.  Dude, if she leaves you with blue balls tonight, swing by the house
and I'll help you out."

"Thanks.  Not sure I'll take you up on that, but if they're really blue, I
wouldn't be opposed to the idea."

"Excellent.  I'll keep the phone by the bed.  Feel free to text, no matter
how late it is."

"Just to be clear.  Don't sit up waiting.  Chances are I'll end up at home
with my hand."

"Or...and work with me here.  Use your hand to text me, and I'll line up a
team of blowjob specialists to help out!"

"Or that.  Probably not that though," he laughed.  "See you tomorrow."

"Later," I said as I headed out to the car and went home.  I drove a little
faster that usual as I really wanted to know if Justyn and Kyle had
actually gotten together.  I left the car in the corner of the driveway and
headed inside, half expecting both of them to be screwing on the kitchen
island or pool table.  There was no one visible, but I heard voices
downstairs, so I figured there was someone home.  I'm smart like that with
the obvious.  I dumped my stuff on the kitchen table and headed down to let
them know I was here.

Blake was in the pool with Sienna and another girl.  "Hi Dad!"  He said
waving.

"Hey.  Just thought I'd let you know I was home."

"It's okay.  We're not doing anything we shouldn't," Blake replied quickly.
"We're just swimming before we go do our homework."

"No worries," I replied, wondering what constituted `doing something they
shouldn't.'

"This is Ashley.  Sienna's best friend, in case you were wondering."

"Hi Ashley."

"Hi sir!"  she replied.  Sienna was shirtless, as usual, whereas Ashley was
wearing a bikini to swim in.

"You can call me Justin.  We're not that formal around here.  Are your
friends staying for dinner, Blake?"

"Nah.  They gotta get home.  We're just gonna study until dinner.  What
time are we eating?"

"About 6:30.  Nice meeting you, Ashley.  Nice to see you again Sienna," I
said before turning to leave.

"What about me?"  Blake asked with a stupid grin.

"What about you, what?"

"You said it was nice seeing Sienna and meeting Ashley, but you never said
nothin' about me."

"Well, you know what they say Blake.  If you can't see anything nice about
someone don't say anything at all.  See you for dinner."

"Not cool throwin' shade, Dad."

"Do you know if Kyle's home?" I inquired.

He just shrugged.  "ADAM, is Kyle home?"

"Kyle is in his bedroom," said the reply from the ceiling.

"There you go.  He's home," Blake grinned as he moved behind Sienna and
wrapped his hands around her boobs.  That was my cue to leave.  I was going
to go up to Kyle's room to check to see if Justyn was with him, but I chose
to pull out my laptop and check the video feed from the room first.  I sat
at the island and opened the camera from that room.  I sat back and smiled
when I saw Justyn was in the room, being well used by both Kyle and Chance.
Kyle was on his back getting it missionary style from Justyn, while Chance
was plowing Justyn doggy style.  I think it's safe to say Justyn is happy
right now.  He got that sandwich he wanted.  I opted to leave them alone as
I remember what it was like doing my fantasy guy.  The first time I met
`Marvin' will be forever engrained in my head, and I think I'd have been
seriously upset if someone had joined in with us.  After a while you don't
mind sharing, but those first couple times, you want him exclusively.
Adding Chance would be enough for now.  Once we get him in an orgy pile,
then it's open season.

I reviewed some of my psychology notes for our finals coming up soon.  I
want to make sure I finish with good grades, and not just barely passing
ones.  I didn't think much about the guys upstairs, or about Blake's girls
in the pool.  At least not until Sienna appeared in the kitchen from the
back stairs.  "Blake sent me down to get some drinks," she said.  "I hope
that's okay?"

"No problem.  What did you want?"  I asked, getting up to go to the fridge.

"He said just to grab some pop.  Whatever I could find."

"So Blake is now too lazy to run his own errands?  I'll have to speak to
that boy," I said grabbing them a variety of things.

"Nah, he's busy studying with Ashley, so I volunteered."

"What subject are you studying?"  I asked.

"Biology," she replied with a cheeky grin.  I tried not to give any facial
expression that told her I knew just what type of biology they were
studying.

"That's one subject I was never good at," I admitted.  "Never could figure
most of it out.  What parts were connected to what other parts."

"Blake is good at it.  He knows what parts go where."

I think that was another innuendo, or the gay equivelant...in-my-endo, but
I left it alone.  "Well then it sounds like he's the right one to do the
teaching."

"Could we have glasses with ice in them, if that's not too much trouble?"
She asked moving closer to me.

"Sure.  No trouble at all.  I grabbed three glasses and pressed it to the
fridge door to add the ice.  I turned to grab a tray for the glasses and
when I turned back, Sienna had an ice cube in her hand rubbing it over one
of her nipples.  Pretty hard to ignore that, since she was being so blatant
about it.  "Are your nipples warm?"  I joked.

She smiled.  "No.  Ice just makes them perk up more.  I think they look
better that way, don't you?"

"I'm sure the boys appreciate it when your boobs are cold.  Especially if
you aren't wearing a bra, or in this case, a shirt even."

"Oh they appreciate it alright.  If you ever want a boy to stare, just wear
a tight shirt outside when it's cold."

"I'll give that a try," I joked.

"Not sure it works that well with for boys.  I should get back upstairs
before we start on the next chapter."

"Nice seeing you again, Sienna," I said as she picked up the tray.

"Same," she smiled sweetly.

I opened the laptop and watched the video feed as she arrived back in the
bedroom, and the others stopped to grab drinks.  "Your dad was there, so he
got me the stuff.  He's so hot.  I bet he's got a big one like yours Blake.
I wish he wasn't gay so he'd fuck me."

"Gross!"  Blake said shaking his head.

"Oh come on!  Even you have to admit you have sexy dads.  Both of them are
smoking hot.  Why are all the really good-looking ones gay?"

"HEY!  I'm good looking and I'm not gay...well not technically gay."

"You're almost gay.  Certainly gay adjacent, which is why you're hot with
such a big penis.  Gay guys have to have bigger ones so they fit better in
a guy's ass."

"Is that true?"  Ashley inquired as she sat up to drink.

"Of course.  It's nature's way of compensating," Sienna reasoned.

"Guys like Blake who do both girls and guys know tons more tricks to making
sex better."

"How come?"

"Because they know what a boy likes and what a girl likes, and they combine
it.  For starters, they are way better at foreplay.  Straight guys eat your
pussy for two minutes, then go in for the fuck.  Blake can eat my pussy for
fifteen minutes and interchange between that and my ass.  That's another
thing you'll find with the bisexuals or gays.  They love going for your
ass."

"Have you ever done it in the back door?"  Ashley asked with intrigue.

"A couple times.  It's not as much fun for girls as it is for guys.  They
have the prostate so they love anal sex, even the straight ones like it
once they try it."

"Is that why you have a strap-on at home?  Bet that surprised the hell out
of some of the guys."

"It surprises ALL of them.  First time I ever got anal was with Blake."

"He just asked if he could go back there?"

"Not exactly," she grinned looking at Blake, who just appeared resigned to
hearing the story again.

"He was doing me doggy style and just kind of slipped it in the wrong hole.
I told him, but he said he would keep going since he was already in there.
Not as much fun as in the vagina, but it wasn't horrible.  Blake liked it
more when I strapped on the rubber penis and went into him."

"You guys have lots of sex, huh?"

"Yeah.  It's fun with Blake because he's pansexual which means he likes it
when we pick up other guys or girls for group stuff."

"You've done that?  Did you guys have a favorite of the people you picked
up?  Like was there one person you both wanted equally as bad."

Blake and Sienna looked at each other and smiled, then in unison replied,
"The quarterback."

"Which one?"

"Senior.  North.  That guy was hot times 10."

"He had sex with both of you?  The quarterback of the football team?  Why
do I feel like I should call bullshit?"

"It's not.  He came up to congratulate Blake on taking the top spot on the
prominent list.  One thing led to another and...well, I'll tell you that
story later.  Girl talk type stuff," Sienna replied to her.

"That's not fair.  I know girl talk.  How come I can't hear?"  Blake
complained.

"You were there.  You already know the whole story," she reminded him.

"Oh yeah," Blake grinned.

"Ummm, so Sienna has mentioned a few times that you have a big penis.  Is
it bigger than most boys?"  Ashley asked, seemingly nervous.  She obviously
wasn't aware that she hadn't just opened the door to sex, she had hit the
thing with C4 and blown it to shit.

"Aww, you talk about my penis with others?  Thanks babe, that's sweet," he
said leaning over to kiss her.  "Yeah, I'm bigger than most boys.  I'm
actually bigger than most adults, but I'm still hoping to grow a little
more."

"You should show it to her.  Ashley's never really seen a penis in real
life before.  Just in videos online."

"Hot.  You watch porn together?"  Blake said putting his hand over his
crotch.

"Not like sex porn," Ashley said quickly.  Just more educational porn."

"Yeah," I hear ya.  That's the type I watch too," Blake nodded.  "My
favorite was `Gang Bang on the High Seas.'  Learned how to get sea legs and
what the poop deck was.  Not sure I'll ever want to be a pirate now though.
But I did learn six new things to use a gang plank for."

"So you gonna let Ashley see it?  Are you hard right now?"

"Not fully.  Just semi.  But if Ashley takes her bikini top off, I'm sure
I'll chub up pretty fast."

"Deal.  Girl, take that top off and let Blake see the twins.  He'll lob out
his snake, and we can all check each other out.  Who knows, maybe you'll
finally take your first cock."

Ashley just blushed, and my guess is that Blake just went fully hard
without even needing to see her boobs.  Sienna reached over and unfastened
Ashley's bikini top and pulled it down exposing the breasts.  I'm pretty
sure I heard Blake audibly gasp.  As far as boobs go, Sienna had a nice
rack on her, but Ashley's were bigger.  Hell, if I were a straight boy, I'd
have dropped my face into those without waiting for permission.  The way
Blake was staring at her, I think he felt the same.  Two members in good
standing of the big titty committee, or is it four members?

"Okay Blake, the twins are out.  Time to see the bat and balls," Sienna
said giving a tug on Blake's shorts.

I don't think it's any surprise that Blake was out of his swim shorts in
record time, showing off just how excited he was at having the girls in his
room.  Sienna reached over and took hold of it.

"See, Ash.  He really does have a big penis.  Wanna feel it?" She offered,
while at the same time grabbing her friend's hand and lifting it to Blake's
package.  "You might as well check out her boobs, Blake."  No one needed to
raise his hand to feel her up, he was all over them.

"You have really nice boobs, Ashley," Blake said complimenting her.

"Thanks," she said looking just a little nervous.

"Lie down and take a close look at Blake's penis.  They're so interesting
to watch," Sienna said as she stretched out on the bed, placing her head
right beside Blake's erection.  Ashley copied her, while Blake just knelt
there watching two girls explore his cock.  Things slowly ramped up with
Sienna taking a lick of Blake's cock, then encouraging Ashley to do it.
This pattern continued through licking the head of his dick, fondling his
balls and kissing them, to eventually taking his cock into their mouth.
While Sienna deep throated Blake, Ashley didn't do as well.  Her gag reflex
kicked in just after she got the head in her mouth.

"It's okay, Ashley," Blake said supportively.  "Not a lot of people can
take my cock easily.  It just takes practice, but once you get a boyfriend,
it'll get easier."

"Ash, you should let Blake take your virginity.  He's really good, and
it'll be better to do it in a safe space like this than have some random
dude do you at a party while we're drunk."

"I wouldn't let that happen.  I want my first time to be special," she
replied.

"What could be more special than this?  I'll sit against the headboard and
you can lean back into me. I'll play with your boobs while we both watch
Blake fuck you.  Trust me, once you'd had a cock in you, you'll wonder why
you didn't do this years ago.  Take off your bottoms and let him see the
pussy.  Let him work it to get you nice and wet before he goes in."

Damn, that girl is Blake with boobs.  No wonder the two of them get along
so well.

"I don't think I'm ready for that.  I've never done it before so I'm not
even sure I'd know how," she said obviously not okay with the whole idea
and visibly tensing up with body language that was one step away from
flight mode.

"That's no problem," Sienna smiled as she quickly got out of the rest of
her bathing suit.  "You can watch Blake fuck me and see how it goes.  We'll
give you a couple lessons.  Ash, at the very least you gotta let him eat
your pussy.  I promise that you'll love it more than anything you've ever
done before.  Blake, let's do missionary so she can watch you enter me."

"Fine by me," Blake shrugged nonchalantly as Sienna lay out presenting
herself like Sunday brunch.  Ashley moved back to give herself a little
more personal space, while watching as Blake got into position above his
girlfriend.  Either the previous licking and groping was the foreplay, or
they were just skipping most of it as Blake rubbed the head of his penis up
and down Sienna's pussy lips.  Gross!  Guys suck that thing.  Why would he
put it there?  If they only knew where that thing had been, Blake would
never get good head again.

"Ash, move closer and really watch as it goes into me.  I was the same as
you my first time.  I was kinda scared.  But once I'd done it, girl, I
couldn't get enough, and Blake has been one of the best at it."

"What do you mean ONE of the best," Blake said as he stopped moving.

"Sorry babe.  I mean THE best ever!"

"That sounds more plausible," he nodded and proceeded to enter her.  Sienna
moaned appreciatively as she opened up further to give Blake better access.
I hope we have a lot of tomato juice to scrub that smell off his dick once
they're done.

Ashley watched, and unfortunately because she was a girl, you couldn't tell
if she was excited or not.  That's the real benefit of doing guys.  They
bone up and you know they're ready to play.  Girls are way more work.
Blake went slowly inside, positioning himself so that Ashley could see what
was happening, but as soon as he was fully in, his hormones took over and
he began to fuck Sienna, seemingly oblivious to anything else.  He leaned
in to kiss her and then moved to suck her boobs.  It was a porn worthy
show.

"Should I cum, or save it?"  He asked after only a couple minutes.

"Cum later," Sienna said quickly.  "Save the hard cock to do Ashley next.
Pull out."

Blake did as he was told and as the big shaft freed itself from the pecker
shredder, Sienna reached out and took hold of it.  "See Ash, it's great.
One ride on this and you'll not need to sit on the washing machine again, I
guarantee it.  Lie down beside me and raise your knees.  Blake can start by
eating you out."

"I dunno Sienna.  I'm not sure I'm ready for this," she complained, while
at the same time laying down beside her best friend.  Sienna reached over
and rubbed her boobs.

"You'll do great.  Blake won't judge.  He's a good person to learn from.
Plus he knows what sex with guys is like so he can give you tons of
pointers, but let him take you first.  Blake, move over between her legs
and do what you do best."

"Is that what you want me to do, Ashley," Blake asked to be sure.

"I don't think so.  I don't mind my boobs being played with, but I'm not
sure I'm ready to go further than that."

"Ashley, you gotta trust me," Sienna said as her hand quickly moved down
Ashley's body and pushed into the bikini bottoms and began rubbing over her
pussy.

"It's not that I don't trust you.  I'm sure sex is fun, but this isn't
really how I imagined my first time.  No offense Blake, but I wanted it to
be with someone I really liked and had a connection with."

"Trust me, once you've had his cock inside you, you'll have a better
connection with him than most girls.  Here, lets get these off and show him
the hidden treasure," Sienna said as she moved and quickly stripped the
rest of Ashley's bikini off.  I almost laughed out loud as I saw Blake's
penis twitch at the sight of another pussy.  I'm going to demand another
DNA test.  No way that boy is related to me and getting that excited about
pussy.

"That's not the kind of connection I meant," she replied.

"Just try it and I promise you won't regret it.  Blake, what do you think
of her pussy?  We did the landing strip to make it more presentable.  She
didn't want the bald look."

"It's nice.  I like landing strips, as it gives me a guide path to follow,"
he chuckled as he stared intently at Ashley sprawled out in front of him.

"Blake, maybe just pop it in her pussy to let her see that it's no big deal
before you get to the actual fucking."

"Might be the wrong choice of words, Sienna," Blake grinned.  "It's
definitely a BIG deal.  Like a huge deal.  I mean check this monster out."

"Guys love bragging about their dicks," Sienna clarified for Ashley.

"I already figured that out.  Most say they're huge."

"And most aren't, but at least Blake can prove it."

"No worries there.  I'm happy to show off my dick."

Boy isn't that the most real truth you've ever heard I thought to myself as
I watched the show.  I really should have popcorn as handy as lube for
things like this.

"Oh, Blake, you're gonna need a condom to fuck her.  Ashley's not on the
pill yet.  I'll get her set up once she's had cock and realizes she craves
it.  Then she can just jump on anything offered."

"I wouldn't do that," Ashley clarified.  "I'm only looking for one
boyfriend exclusively."

"That's adorable. You should play the field so you learn a few new
techniques each time.  That's how I got as good at sex as I am."

"I wouldn't be cool with that."

Sienna adjusted her position and moved Ashley's legs apart.  "Blake, go
ahead and maybe just put the tip of your penis inside her so she can see
what it feels like.  I'll eat her pussy and lick your dick as you go to
make it feels even better."

"Ashley, are you consenting to that?"  Blake asked responsibly.  While he
was still staring at her and as hard as always, he had sat back to move
slightly away from the offered vagina.

"No.  I'm not really ready to go that far yet.  Maybe we could do something
else?  Like I said I'm okay with my boobs being played with.  That feels
nice."

"Ash, I promise you'll love it.  Blake try rubbing your penis over her lips
to get her vagina all excited for entry."

"Sorry babe.  I can't if she doesn't agree to it.  I love sex with pretty
much anyone, and I'm into lots of things, but I can't do someone who
doesn't give consent."

"North didn't give you consent but you still hooked up with him."

"It was implied consent.  I ate his ass while he was fucking you and he
didn't stop me.  Then when we shared his cock, he rubbed my hair, so that's
considered implied."

I think that's true.  If he hadn't wanted it, I'm guessing being a football
player, he could have easily tossed Blake aside to stop him.

"You're serious?"  Sienna asked looking at her best friend sprawled out
naked in front of both of them.  "You really don't want sex right now?  You
have the cutest boy in school between your legs naked and ready to go.
Just grab his cock and put it in.  It'll be the single biggest, and best,
event in your life."

"Not yet.  Sorry Blake."

"It's cool.  I understand.  Not everyone can handle a big cock on their
first time out.  If you find a guy you're interested in, I can do a back
door check for you and report back."

"I think you meant background check," Ashley corrected.

"You check out guys like you want, and I'll check them out how I want," he
said partially chuckling.  "My way ensures they're good at sex, so your
first time isn't horrible.  Lots of them are."

"He's not wrong about that.  A lot of the guys are terrible at sex.  They
brag about how good they are, then slam into you and are done in less than
30 seconds, then brag about it."

"So true.  The trick is not to let them leave right away. Keep them talking
until they recharge and let them go again.  The second round usually lasts
way longer once they're not as horny," Blake added.

"Great advice," Sienna nodded as he reached over to rub Ashley's pussy
again, while at the same time stroking Blake's cock.  You could see her
trying to maneuver the two things together.  Blake grabbed her hand and
took it off his shaft.

"Sorry Babe, I'm getting close, so I gotta stop you.  If you want, we can
fuck again and let Ashley see what it's like when I cum.  You ever see a
guy bust a load?"

"No.  Not in person.  Just in porn," she admitted.

"Do you masturbate?"  Blake asked bluntly.

Ashley looked instantly shocked.  "NO.  Girls don't do that."

"Bullshit!"  Sienna laughed.  "We do it all the time.  Not as much as boys,
but we definitely do it."  To prove her point she pushed her finger into
Ashely's vagina and began fingering her.  Bake looked like he was about to
pass out.  Talk about giving a guy blue balls.  He'd been hard for at least
fifteen minutes that I know of and now he has two girls teasing sex in
front of him.  Ashley didn't let it go on for long though as she removed
Sienna's finger from inside her.

Sienna turned her attention to Blake and pulled him on top of her.  It took
microseconds before Blake was back inside banging away, as Ashley returned
to watching.  I've seen this episode.  Re-runs suck.

"I'm gonna cum soon.  Where should I do it?"

"Blake's always so considerate.  A really good guy will always warn you
when he's gonna cum and ask for our preference of places.  Inconsiderate
ones just pull out and try to cum all over your face."

"Gross!  Why?"

"They think we like their cum."

"Ummm...Sienna...now!!  Where?"  Blake panted as he reached the point of no
return.

"Let Ashley see, on my stomach!"  she replied fast.

Blake grabbed his cock and pulled out, jerking himself off as he let a big
load fly all over Sienna's body.  Ashley actually looked surprised.

"Is there always that much?"  She asked as he kept pumping.

"Not always.  Depends on how long it's been since they came last.  The
longer they go, the more sperm they have," Sienna announced.  "When did you
do it last, Blake."

"Yesterday.  I wanted to make sure I was extra horny for today."

"Sorry, I couldn't do it with you Blake, I'm just not ready yet," Ashley
apologized sadly.

"No worries.  I understand," he nodded as he squeezed the last bit out of
himself and wiped the tip of his dick on Sienna.

"It's not that I don't think you're really hot, it's just not how I see my
first time."

"I get it.  Maybe one day, after you've had sex a few times, we can hook
up.  It'd be wicked hot to do it while Sienna watches us."

"Yeah.  We could double date and end in a four-way back at one of our
houses," Sienna added.  "Pick an open minded guy and we can sit back and
watch them have sex together.  Nothing hotter than watching two boys make
out."

"Except when two girls make out," Blake added as he reached for tissues to
allow Sienna to clean up.

She made appoint of rubbing a finger in Blake's cum and licking it off,
moaning about how good it was.  The look on Ashley's face clearly indicated
she wasn't a fan of the idea at all.  If she'd been interested in sex in
the slightest, that one move definitely dropped her back a couple steps,
and nothing more would be happening today.

I was right, as she got off the bed and went for her clothes.  Blake and
Sienna disappeared into the bathroom to clean up.  Ashley finished dressing
and went back to sit on the bed.  At first she just sat there, but after a
few seconds she picked up the used tissue and sniffed it.  She recoiled and
threw the tissue back on the bed and shook her head.  Guess it's an
acquired taste, and smell for that matter.  No wonder we open a window
after we jerk off.  If you don't want to get found out jerking off, do it
in the shower, or outside.  Doing it in your room, guarantees you'll get
leave aromatic evidence.  Either that or your parents think you're just
using a lot of bleach to clean your room.  Trust me, no parent ever thinks
their teenager is being overly clean, especially a boy.  You can almost bet
that as soon as they identify the cause of the smell, you're getting the
`talk'.

I stopped watching the live feed and went back to my own business.  I gotta
admit I am overly proud of Blake refusing to have sex with Ashley due to
the lack of consent.  For all the places I'm sure we failed as parents,
this one made me the most proud.  Well, that and his big dick.  It's nice
that he's keeping the family legacy going.

Once the girls had departed, he came over to where I was sitting.  "I'm
exhausted!" He claimed as he plopped down beside me.

"Tough homework?  Guess your mind just needs more exercise." I suggested,
pretending I had no idea what they'd been up to.

"I'm serious Dad.  It's been a crazy day.  Check this out," he said as he
did something on his phone before handing it to me.

"What am I looking at?"  I asked as I checked it out.

"It's the most prominent list.  Check out who's on top," he beamed.

I scrolled up to have a look.  "Sienna.  Nice.  Congratulate her for me.
Is this a school thing?"

"Yeah.  It's our social media site where we learn things going on with
everyone.  Yeah, it's cool that Sienna's number one, but she's always been
in the top three.  Check out the boy list, Dad," he said flipping it over
for me.

I smiled as his picture appeared.  "Wow.  You're the number one most
prominent boy in your school?  Impressive.  Congrats."

"Thanks," he said looking like he'd just been unanimously elected world
leader.

"How does one become the most prominent?"

He shrugged.  "I dunno.  I think it used to be the most popular list, but
they changed it to be more PC, so I guess if more people know you and like
you, you move up the list.  Normally it's a senior that gets the role, like
North, who used to be number one.  He's number two now, and what's cool is,
he doesn't even hate me."

"Is there any point behind the list?  Like does it get you any special
privileges?"

Blake gave a little giggle.  "It got me the quarterback."

"What quarterback?"  I asked continuing to pretend I knew nothing.

"North.  He's the quarterback of the senior football team.  Me and Sienna
took him home when he came to see me about the list.  Figured for sure he
was gonna be pissed at being bumped off by someone four years younger than
him, but he was actually cool about it."

"And just like that you took him home?"

"Of course.  I'm the most prominent guy in our school now, so even North
wants to be seen with me."

"I see," I smiled.  I'd forgot how much shit like that matters in high
school.

"But other than that news; girls are exhausting.  Sienna told Ashley that
we'd been having sex, but I guess she didn't believe her, so Sienna invited
her over so we could prove it."

"She had you prove you two were having sex?"

"Yeah.  That's why I'm so exhausted, Dad.  Sienna started by having us go
swimming first.  She suggested Ashley go topless, but she's too shy to do
that.  When we got back up to my room, Sienna started making out with me,
and said Ashley could watch if she took her top off.  She's got huge boobs,
Dad.  They're soooo awesome."

"The two of you had sex in front of her?"

"Yeah.  It was so hot knowing a girl virgin was watching us," he admitted
freely.  "The girls babbled on about blowjobs and how to do a good one.
Sienna showed Ashley how to do it, and told her that the fastest way to
make a boy extra horny was for girls to be naked.  She got Ashley to take
off the rest of her bikini and I got to see her totally naked.  Pretty
nice...if you like that sort of thing.  No offense.  I got to play snack on
Ashley's boobs before she let me go downstairs.

"To the kitchen?  A snack after the snack?"  I teased.

"No.  Downstairs, as in eating her pussy," he bragged.

"Gross.  Wait until I take some anti-nausea medication before you
continue," I joked.  We were now into fabricated territory.  Since I saw
the whole thing, I know he never had a snack `downtown', but boys will
always embellish their conquests.

"Whatever," he said rolling his eyes.  "Sienna and Ashley had even waxed
her pussy for me.  So hot!!  I was gonna fuck her next, but I didn't think
she was ready for a cock as big as mine for her first time.  I told her she
should find a boy that she could handle easier, and maybe when she had more
experience, we could do it."

"That was pretty considerate of you.  I mean taking someone's virginity is
a huge deal, and you were right there ready to go.  I'm impressed that you
could stop yourself."

"You gotta read the room Dad.  I could sense that she wasn't quite ready
for sex yet.  So me and Sienna just fucked and let her watch me cum.  I
figure if she sees sex happening, she'll be less nervous about doing it
herself.  I know she likes a few boys at school, so I'm gonna check them
out and see if I can get them together."

"And by check them out, you mean...?"

"See how much they know about sex.  Check out the size of their penis and
make sure they know how to use it.  Stuff like that.  Ashley is gonna want
someone that's not an asshole, and also doesn't have dick so big that
they'd hurt her."

"And that's what you were worried about?  Hurting her if you fucked," I
said seeing how far he'd stretch the truth.  My guess is that if Ashley
hadn't said a definitive no like she did, Blake would still be upstairs
penis spelunking in her virgin cave.

"Of course.  Boys can handle pain better than girls, so it's okay if you
fuck them hard on the first time out.  With girls you gotta be more
gentle."

Boy does he have a lot to learn.  One thing I do know is that girls can
tolerate a LOT more pain than boys.  Just watch shows like Survivor to see
them in action.  Guys just don't show emotion about it as much.  "Was there
actually any homework at all in this `study session'?"  I queried.

"Sure.  Well...no, not really.  It was just a ruse to get Ashley to come
over."

"A ruse?"  I asked trying not to smirk.

"Yeah.  I lie, a fabrication, an untruth."

"I know what a ruse is, Blake."

"Sorry.  Wasn't sure.  Sometimes you know smart stuff, other times you
kinda don't," he reasoned.  "Sienna tried to help Ashley get more
comfortable with sex so we fucked missionary style so Ashley could see us
up close.  I think they must do girl stuff with each other a lot because
they seemed okay being naked with each other.  Sienna fingered Ashley's
pussy, so don't think it'll be long before she wants the real thing."

"I'm sure girls practice with each other, just like boys do.  They want to
be just as good for you as you are for them.  I hope you played safe."

"Oh sure.  You already know Sienna's on the pills, and if Ashley lets me
fuck her, I'd use a condom because she's not on the pills being a virgin
and everything," he nodded.  "Sienna said she's gonna get her on them right
away so Ashley can have sex whenever she sees a cute boy she wants."

"I think you just say she's on the pill," I told him.

"I think you have to take more than one for them to work properly.  I like
it when a girl's on the pill.  It feels way better to bone raw, and it's so
hot when you can just squirt right inside."

"I know I keep telling you that even when a girl is on the pill, you should
wear a condom.  Birth control is not 100% effective and all it takes is
one, out the few million sperm you send in, to make a baby.  Last thing we
need is you with a kid.  We can barely handle you."

"I like Ashley.  I hope she wants sex soon as I'd love to bag that."

"Maybe don't tell her you want to bag her, and she might be more willing to
do it," I laughed.  "You know, one day you may need to decide whether you
want to date a boy or girl.  Maybe it's time to start sorting it out in
your head a bit," I suggested.

"I'm pretty much pandemic right now," he said thoughtfully staring at me.

"You mean pansexual."

"Yeah, that too, but pandemic as well.  I like to spread myself all over
the place, and let everyone have a piece of me," he chuckled.

"You may want to rethink that definition.  Sure, a pandemic spreads
everywhere, but it makes people sick, and you can't wait to be rid of it."

"Oh...yeah.  Guess that's not what I want then.  Dad...how do you know if
you're in love?  Is it when the person you're fucking makes you cum really
hard every time to the point you almost pass out?"

"No, that's just someone who's good at sex," I grinned as I put my arm
around his shoulder.  "Love is a whole other level.  I think if you're in
love with someone you look forward to being around them, and doing simple
things together gives you as much enjoyment as sex.  You miss them when
they're not around, and you enjoy cuddling and kissing and being close."

"So you love me, huh?"  He said with his `look at me, I'm cute' face.

"Did you miss the part about missing them when they're not around?"  I
teased back.

"Is sex better when you love someone?"

"Some will tell you that it is.  I'm not sure I agree.  I think you learn
what the other person likes and get better at doing those things together.
Is it better?  In my opinion, no.  It's just you like that person so much,
that being intimately close and having sex adds to your pleasure.
Sometimes random sex is fun because you learn something new...maybe
something you can surprise your partner with."

"Like you and Colin do, huh?  I'll bet the two of you surprise the shit out
of each other every night," he giggled.  "Wanna know something I'm not
supposed to tell you?"

"Always.  I have my own gossip column to put it in."

"Column of what?"  Blake frowned.

"Fine...I have my own gossip site."

"Boomer!  Anyway, Colin had Adrian over here one day and they were in the
hot tub.  Colin was screwing him pretty hard, but just before he came, he
called Adrian, Justin.  I almost peed myself."

"That's funny," I smiled.  That's actually pretty fucking hot.  Colin was
screwing his assistant and thinking of me.  Now that's a good husband.  "So
why the question about being in love?  Does that relate to someone
special?"

"I think it might, Dad.  I think I might be in love with Sienna," he
admitted as he leaned against me.

Damn.  He's in love with a girl.  Where did we fail as parents?  Were we
too lenient?  Too strict?  Should we have spanked him as a punishment, not
as BDSM?  Did one of the guys give him a bad sex experience and drove him
into the arms of the opposite sex?  I thought this was just a phase.
Surely they have straight conversion camps where we can scare the straight
out of him.  "Sienna, huh?  That's quite the reveal."  I didn't want him to
think I didn't support his choice.  I'm going to see if there is medication
that can help him...and then ask his doctor if that's right for him.  I've
seen TV ads from America.

"She's like the perfect person.  She's really beautiful and I like that
she's open and outgoing.  Just like me.  We get along and enjoy lots of the
same things...including sex.  She isn't afraid to speak up and say what
she's thinking."

"Just like you," I smirked.  "Now if she only had a penis, she'd be ideal."

"Oh she does," he nodded.

"She has a penis?"  Didn't see that coming.  Maybe she tucks it.

"Not a real one," he laughed.  "She has a strap-on one.  Part of it goes
into her vagina and then she straps it to herself nice and tight before she
uses it on someone."

"I guess that's probably how lesbians do it," I reasoned.  "I have to ask
since you opened the door to the subject.  Are you the someone she uses it
on?"

He looked up and grinned.  "Of course.  It's like wicked hot.  When she
leans down, I can feel her boobs on my back, and with her hand on my cock
and the strap-on penis in my ass, it doesn't take long to make me bust."

"Faster than usual?  God, it'd be over before it got started.  You barely
last 10 seconds now."

"Fuck you.  I can go for an hour before I cum.  Even after I cum, I can
still keep going.  I'm not like in my 20's where I can only go once and
then fall asleep."

"Blake, I know you keep trying to insult me for being older, but I could
out fuck you any time, any where, any day, with any one."

He patted me on the back as he shook his head.  "First old age, now
dementia.  Boy, you're falling apart fast, Dad.  Anyway, Sienna figured her
best friend needed to get laid, so she asked me to do it as a favour.  She
told Ashley that if she did it with me, then it would be easier with a real
boy."

"And who are you Pinocchio?  Does she sit on your face and get you to lie?"
I chuckled at my own joke.

He paused and then looked at me.  "Oh god!  I just got that.  Shit that's
funny.  I'm so gonna use that.  Hi, I'm Pinocchio!  Sit on my face and I'll
lie to you.  I gotta tell the guys that one.  No, she just meant a real boy
like her own boyfriend, not just a friend with benefits to help her out."

"She uses you to get other girls.  Do you use her to get people too?"

"Of course.  All Sienna's gotta do is flash those boobs, and boys come
running from at least 5 kilometres away."

"You should make sure not to wear metal during sex if the boobs are that
magnetic," I joked.  Damn I wish I'd been this open at 14.  I'd have
screwed the entire school.  I almost envy Jason for being sexual way before
me, but also pissed that he didn't tell me about it until I was 16.
"Serious question, going back to the start.  Are you really in love with
Sienna, or just in love with the fact that she's as wild and sex crazed as
you?"

"Maybe a bit of both?  I love spending time with her and she's not like
other girls.  I mean she likes doing boy things, no pun intended, and every
time she leaves, I can't wait for her to come back.  We talked about maybe
going camping one weekend so we see how we get along when it's just the two
of us.  I told her about Bare Island and she said it sounded fun.  I was
gonna talk to you and Colin to see if you'd let me take the boat there by
myself."

"I think you're old enough.  You know how to work the boat and how to react
in an emergency."

"Yeah, release the dinghy, send up the flares as we play fiddle music, and
watch the ship go down," he joked.  "I could show her my special tree and
all the cool places on the island."

"Do you think you and Sienna will be satisfied with just the two of you
alone on the island?"

"Why?  You thinking we need a chaperone?"  Blake grinned.  "We've already
talked about getting North involved.  We'll let him fuck Sienna's pussy and
I'll go in her back door.  Then I'll accidentally slip out and shove it in
North's ass by mistake."

"Blake, I know you watch a lot of porn, but a cock the size of yours does
not `slip accidentally' into anywhere.  You'd have to lube the hell of out
their asses, and you're pretty big for a first anal fuck."

"Yeah," he grinned nodding.  "That's what they all say, but if North wants
us again, I want his ass.  If you don't want us to go by ourselves, you can
come along.  Sienna would like that.  She already said that if you and
Colin weren't gay, she'd totally wanna be boned by you guys.  I think she
may have been dropped on her head as a baby if she thinks you guys are hot,
but hey who am I to judge?  She's even kinky enough to want to see you and
me do it together."

"That sounds more like a you suggestion than a Sienna one."

"It is not!" He said feigning anger.  "But if you wanna maybe practice a
bit so we know what we'd do if Sienna asks, we could go up to my bedroom
right now.  There's one bad thing about girls.  You never know when they're
done, so we always have to look stupid and ask.  They should have some way
of letting us know that doesn't make us feel dumb."

"Like a little timer ding, or a pop-up heat sensor that says, I'm done!"  I
joked.

"Yep.  Guys already have it.  We bust a nut all over the place.  Kinda easy
to see when we're done."

"If you can't see them cum, when they fall asleep immediately afterward,
that's usually a good indicator too," I joked.  "Or maybe that's just
boys."

"Exactly!"  Blake said resting his head on the table looking at me.  "Just
for the record, girls are still way worse at bj's than boys.  I didn't tell
her that though as girls cry if you tell them they're not good at
something.  I'm a gentleman like that."

"Sounds like it," I said sarcastically.

"I'm pooped."

"Poor you.  Sex with two girls must be such a burden for you."

"I know, right?  I'm gonna need an extra penis to keep up."

"You'll live.  Do you and Sienna have more conquests planned?"

"Yeah.  There's this kid at school, Sam.  Every time a girl talks to him,
or even looks at him, he gets a boner and has to run off to hide it.  He
told me that he really likes Ashley but there's no way he could talk to
her, so we're gonna see about hooking them up."

I tried to avoid rolling my eyes.  "Is Sam cute?"

"Reasonably.  I wouldn't set Sienna's best friend up with some uggo.  I
don't know that much about Sam yet, but once I find out, I'll know if he'd
be good to join our group.  I know one thing though.  I may have distorted
Ashley's idea of an average penis.  Mine is the first one she's seen for
real, so now she's gonna be expecting all guys to lob out a big one."

"Obviously," I nodded sarcastically.  I wonder if this is a result of
social media.  I don't remember this being how people of past generations
dated, but I could be wrong.  "And what part will you play in Sam's sexual
education?"

"I'll find out what he knows about sex.  Check out his skill level.  If his
dick is decent, I'll have him show me how much he knows about fucking.
I'll teach him how to control his erection so he can at least talk to
Ashley.  That'll probably require at least several blowjobs and a ton of
naked time.  Then when he's ready, we'll all hang out and hook him up with
Ashley.  Once he's comfortable with that, I figure we'll get together for a
gang bang," he said confidently. "It's our top priority right now, so I'm
gonna focus on that."

"Maybe focus on school as your top priority," I suggested.

"I mean it's my top priority, OTHER than school," he nodded.

"Where does Sienna fit into all this?"  I asked smirking.  It's nice that
he plans all this out in his head, but I can already see a lot going wrong
in this scenario.

"Simple.  Once I've gotten him ready for sex, we'll have him practice with
Sienna.  We don't need him blowing his load before he even gets his penis
in Ashley.  That would scar him for life.  I think once he's fucked Sienna
a few times and gotten comfortable with me there as well, he should be
ready to screw Ashley."

"I'm just spit balling here, but wouldn't it make sense to teach him how to
control his erection around girls, then set him up on a date with Ashley
first.  Just the two of them?  Let him learn it naturally, not in a staged
setting."

"Don't worry Dad.  We got this.  We're taking a page out of the gay guy
playbook.  We want them to have sex first to see if they'd get along.  Once
you break the ice with sex, the rest is easy.  Mostly straight guys screw
up their first few dates because all they're thinking about is how to make
their move to get laid sooner.  Gay guys have it right.  Fuck first, then
the pressure is off while they get to know each other better.  That's how
Sienna and I are gonna do it with anyone we want to know."

"Do you think most guys or girls will be ready for this kind of dramatic
change in social norms?  What about Sam?  What if he freaks out when you
start suggesting sexual things to him?"

"He's as horny as every guy out there, Dad.  Trust me, I know how to get
someone out of their clothes.  I learned that from you guys.  You start
with some reason to get naked, like going skinny dipping.  Then you talk
about girls until we're both hard.  Then I start jerking off and have him
relax and do it too.  After that, I reach over and give him a handie.  Then
it's a blowjob and finally he gets rimmed and fucked while he's crazy
horny.  Easy peasy!  I have to be careful though.  If I give him head, I'd
set the bar way too high for his expectation of what they're like.  When
the girls do it, and it's not as good, he might think sex sucks."

"Nice to see you consider his feelings," I said sarcastically.

"Yeah.  Exactly."  He put his head on the counter and slipped a hand inside
his underwear.  "I might take a nap before dinner."

"Well, how about napping somewhere other than the table?"

"Like where?"

"Like literally anywhere else," I laughed as I moved to rub his hair and
run my hand down his back.  I think he purred.  He perked up pretty fast
when Justyn, Kyle and Chance came down the back stairs.

"Hey guys," he said to them cheerfully.  "Hi, I'm Blake."

"Justyn."

"Another Justyn.  This could get confusing," Blake grinned as he looked at
me.

"I'm Justin with a `Y'," Justyn clarified.

"Wouldn't that be Yustin then?"

Justyn laughed. "God, you two really are related," he said looking at me.
"It's a `Y' in the place of the `I'.

"Oh. That makes sense."

"You're way better looking in person than in your pictures," Justyn said
complimenting Blake.

"Where'd you see pictures of me?  You follow my Insta?"

"No.  Justin showed them to me."

Blake grinned.  "You're showing pictures of me to people?  Nice!  Were they
naked ones or with clothes?"

"With clothes," Justyn replied quickly.  "You have naked ones?"

"No, but you never know who's sneaking around taking pics when you're
running around naked.  How do you know Justin?"

"We have class together."

"Oh god.  Are you gonna become a shrink too?  I don't think I can handle
more of you messing with my head."

"You're complaining about head?"  Kyle joked.

"Not that kind of head," Blake replied.  "The type where they get into your
brain and root around in there like squirrels looking for nuts."

Justyn laughed.  "That's actually pretty funny, considering I'm always
looking for nuts."

"Thanks.  If you know Justin from school, how come you're hanging out with
Kyle and Chance?"

"Getting to know them," Justyn replied with a smile.

"Got it.  How long you been `getting to know them?'"

"A few hours," Chance replied.  "I'd say we're friends now."

"You guys shoulda come down earlier to meet Sienna's friend Ashley.  She's
a bit shy still, but once she gets used to how it is around here, I'm sure
she'll be more comfortable."

"Does that mean she didn't get naked for you?"  Kyle teased.

"Not in the pool when someone could have walked in on her, but she was fine
up in my bedroom.  She just isn't into sex yet.  Still a virgin, but I'm
working on it.  Sienna fingered Ashley's pussy in front of me, but she
wasn't ready for the real thing yet."

"You're losing your touch, buddy," Chance said patting him lightly on the
back.

"Not really.  We let her watch as Sienna and I did it, and she was
impressed by how much I came, so I figure once she thinks about it and has
a few orgasms because of what she saw, she'll coming begging for some big
dick action."

Justyn stood staring at Blake as he listened.  "Wow, you're sure open for
your age.  Is Sienna your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, but she's super open about things too.  We pick up lots of people to
join us when we're horny."

"Guys or girls?"

"Either.  Doesn't matter as long as we both think they're hot enough."

"That's interesting.  Do you have sex with the boys when the two of you
hook up with someone?"

"Sure.  Wouldn't be much fun if I just sat back and watched some random
dude fuck my girlfriend.  Usually he doesn't get any action with her until
we know he's cool fooling around with me too."

"Seems like a good system.  It was nice meeting you Blake," he said looking
at his phone quickly.  "I should get going though as I have a ton of
homework, and my app says the bus will be here in six minutes."

"We'll drive you home," Kyle offered.

"Thanks.  I'm fine with the bus though," he replied.

"It's no trouble, dude.  Maybe we could help you with any homework you
have.  If you need a real subject to practice therapy on, Chance is a
pretty good candidate for any topic you're trying to cure," he grinned as
he put his arm around Chance's shoulder.

"What's that supposed to mean?  Are you saying I'm crazy?"  Chance said
looking at Kyle.  "I'm not crazy. Am I?  I'm not though, right?  You
probably think I'm neurotic too.  I'm not.  At least I don't think I am.
Am I?  Oh god, what if I am?"

Justyn laughed.  "Yeah, he could probably fund my first yacht."

"I'll go get the car," Chance said as he gave them both a smile.

"Don't forget to grab the lube too, Chance," Blake called out.

"Blake!"  Kyle smirked.

"What?  You're probably gonna need it.  Justyn's kinda hot."

"Thanks Blake," Justyn grinned.  "You're pretty hot yourself."

"Thanks.  You gonna come back again?  Maybe when I'm not so tired so we
could hook up.  If you thought it was fun getting to Know Kyle and Chance,
I'm ten times more fun," he bragged.

"I hoping I'm invited back," Justyn smiled.

"You are," Kyle said putting his arm around his new friend.  He said
goodbye as he headed to the door with Kyle.

Blake just grinned as he watched them leave.  "Damn!  He's sexy as fuck.
Plus he's so gay, they need a whole new category to identify him.  Sent my
gaydar needle flying off the far end."

"I'm actually impressed that you didn't try to get him into bed today
instead of inviting him back.  That shows you're maturing a bit."

"That's mean," he said with a little smile.  "I figured he'd probably had
enough sex with Kyle and Chance, plus I'm pretty tired still.  Anyway, you
heard him, he wants me."

"I think he just said you were better looking than your pictures, which
could mean that your pictures were horrible and that you're just average,"
I teased.

"I doubt that.  Which pictures did you show him?"

"Just the family ones...oh, and the one of us all at the lake in our swim
suits."

"See!  That picture would even make straight boys hard.  You cool if I have
sex with Justyn next time he's here?"

"Not really me you have to ask," I replied.

"Oh yeah.  I guess I should ask Kyle and Chance since they seem like
they're in to him at the moment."  He paused and then giggled to himself.
"Get it?  They're into him.  Like eight inches into him."

"I got it.  But I was thinking you probably need to ask Justyn if he'd
actually want sex with you.  You kinda need him to be interested for that
to be a thing."

"Oh please.  Who wouldn't be interested in me?  And don't worry Dad, I'm
not some creep who forces himself on people.  I'm not that guy at all.  If
I don't have consent, I don't have sex."

"Good to hear," I nodded.

"Just so I'm clear on that.  Someone who is passed out drunk or stoned at a
party is giving implied consent right?  It wouldn't be wrong to strip and
fuck them, right?"

"Wrong!  Big time wrong!  Those are the people you have to protect from
harm once they aren't in control of their brain functions any longer.
Please tell me you wouldn't do that," I said staring at him.

He just grinned.  "I'm just joking, Dad.  I wanted to see what you'd say.
I'd never do anything with anyone unless they said I could.  I've had
friends who have been stoned and drunk, and even if I've fooled around with
them before, I'd never try anything unless they agreed."

"Good to hear.  One other thing you should add to that, and to watch for,
is the person who has a few drinks to lower their inhibitions enough to
agree to sex.  If they wouldn't consent sober, then you shouldn't do it
when they're intoxicated."

"I know a few guys like that," he nodded.  "One of Asher's friends is
totally that.  He says he's straight and that he'd never ever have sex with
a guy.  Then he gets a couple drinks into him and turns into this super
slut.  Ash and I have spit roast the guy a few times and he stays drunk the
whole time.  I've boned him a lot and he loves it.  Then once he sleeps it
off, he doesn't talk about it and denies that anything happened, saying
things like `we wish we could have sex with him' and `not a chance he'd do
a guy'.  Do you think he really doesn't remember or is just trying to keep
his straight boy image intact?"

"Oh, I'm sure he remembers.  He's just using the alcohol as a crutch to
allow it."

"So, should we be having sex with him, or not?"  Blake asked frowning
slightly as he looked at me.

"I would say no.  I wouldn't because if he ever sobered up while you were
still having sex, it could fuel a bad reaction."

"Usually he sleeps it off in Asher's spare room.  He says he doesn't sleep
in the same bed as a guy, so Asher never puts him in his bed.  You think
that's why?"

"I'd say that's exactly why.  Allows him to keep his straight boy image
intact in his head.  Does he go to bed still naked, or dressed?"

"Asher always gets him back in his underwear."

"Exactly.  In my opinon, Blake, that's a guy you should not be having sex
with.  He's the type that could become violent if he changes his mind about
the situation he's currently allowing."

"What if some guy says he's fine experimenting with sex and agrees to it,
but says he needs to take a couple drinks to take the edge off?  I've known
a few like that."

"How old are these guys you're hanging out with?"  I asked surprised.  What
14-year-old knows how to `take the edge off'.  Do they even have edges at
14?

"My age or older.  Usually still teenagers though.  I guess some guys are
just curious but use the alcohol to deny it if they don't enjoy
themselves."

"There's plenty of that kind of guy.  That one I know all too well.  They
love the sex, but as soon as they cum, they blame the situation on having
too much to drink and ask you not to say anything to anyone."

"Exactly.  If you have some vodka I could have, I'd be willing to let you
do me for an hour if you want," he teased.

"Blake, in order for me to do you, I'd need to be the one to get drunk,
really really drunk."

"Bitch," he giggled.  "Damn, I'm still tired.  Good think Justyn didn't
wanna fuck me today.  I'd have probably fallen asleep while he was banging
away."

"I doubt that, but why don't you go have a nap before dinner.  I'll wake
you when it's ready.  I imagine Kyle and Chance will be at least an hour."

"Why?  Does Justyn live that far away?"

"No, but I'm guessing they'll take their time saying goodbye."

"Probably.  Okay, I'll go grab an hour.  Just make sure you wake me up for
dinner.  I'm still starving too."

"Must be tough being you," I joked.

"You have no idea," he said as he slowly got off the stool and made his way
to the stairs.

Now I had to decide what to make for dinner.  Which in true full disclosure
meant I'd open a box of lasagna and set the oven to 4000 degrees, or maybe
400, one of those.  It takes an hour to cook lasagna, which is insane,
right?  I don't like the microwave for that as it goes all soggy, and I
like crispier tops.  Mmmmm...crispy tops!  And firm bottoms!

"Hey Justin!"

I glanced behind me.  "Hey Jason.  What's up?"

He laughed.  "Nice.  I finally fooled you."

"Oh, sorry J.P., I thought you were Jason.  Guess I got used to the black
hair.  Nice to see it back to our normal colour."

"Yeah, my movie shoot is over so I had them put my hair back so I'm ready
for the next project."

"Which is?"

"It'll be second season of Blurred Lines.  We're starting up again shortly.
Figured I'd be ready in case they call us to start early."

"Good thinking.  You wanna help with dinner?"

He shrugged.  "Sure.  What do you need?"

"Ummmm...we could set the table and make a salad."

"How do you make a salad?  Don't you just tear the bag open and dump it in
a bowl?"

"Normally, yeah, but we can add chopped apple, cranberries and some walnuts
to it to make it fancier."

"Oooohhh, we're fancy now!" he said mocking me, sounding like Homer
Simpson.  He better be nice or I'll release the hounds...once I get some
hounds.  For now, the twins, James and J.J. would suffice.

We chatted about the day and how things were going.  He said things were
fine, which seemed to cover it.

When we were having dinner, Blake got Ben's attention.  "I'm still crashing
in your room tonight, right?"

"Sure.  Anytime you want...well, anytime I'm not entertaining..." he
clarified.

"Okay, cool.  I might just have to be the bottom tonight though.  I did two
girls before dinner and I'm a bit exhausted.  You can still use my ass
though as long as you don't care if I'm not super energetic about it."

Kyle laughed.  "Geez Blake.  You're so generous, and graphic."

"I know.  I figured I could still do some stuff even if I was tired."

"Who were the girls?"  Chance inquired.

"Sienna and her best friend Ashley.  Total virgin getting some Blake
lessons," he bragged to sound cool around the older guys.  "At our age you
don't want to be known as the last virgin.  I told her if anyone challenged
her on it, or needed proof, that I'd be fine if she told people that we'd
hooked up.  They'd believe her as people know I'm sexual.  Plus Sienna
tells everyone that I'm incredible at licking her Volvo."

"You lick her car?"  I asked, being a smart-ass.

"No, that's the name of those wiggly bits on her vagina before you go
inside," he clarified.

J.P. laughed loud and I couldn't help but join him.  "I think they're
called vulva, not Volvo," I told him.

"Whatever.  Like I need to know all the terms for one.  As long as I get a
reputation for being good at it, I don't really care what is what.  Just
slam my dick in a hole and I'm one happy dude.  Anyway.  Ashley has really
big boobs.  Bigger than Sienna's.  I'm pretty sure she liked it so much
that she'll be back for more of all this," he said running his fingers
through his hair.  "Sienna has a lot of friends, both girls and boys, so I
figure they'll all want me at some point."

"Yeah, must suck to be Mr. Popularity," Troy joked.

"Not really.  And we call it `most prominent' now, not mister popular," he
said showing them his phone with the list on it.  As usual, he missed the
tone of the conversation entirely.  The guys congratulated him on it, but
as more of a nicety than actual praise.  Last thing we need is Blake's ego
even more inflated.

"I remember being 14.  I was still so nervous and confused," Chance
admitted.  "I knew I was gay, but had no idea what to do about it.  Guess
we all mature at different ages."

"Yeah," Blake nodded.  "Don't worry Justin.  One day it'll be your turn to
mature."

Everyone laughed.  Maybe now isn't the right time to pound my fist on the
table and yell that `I am mature!  I am!  I am!!

Colin and I went to bed early, mainly to have cuddle time.  That's what I
call it now.  Mostly it's just us together with less sex, and more hugging
and kissing.  Tonight though, he was extra horny and drilled me pretty hard
in several positions.  I still have a bump on my head from slamming off the
headboard so much.  Not that I'm complaining.  We talked about Blake and
his new revelation that he was in love, and both agreed that it was
probably just puppy love, but also acknowledged that if Sienna was as wild
as Blake, we'd have our hands full.  We agreed that when she was in the
house, we'd have to be sure to wear clothes in order to look more `vanilla'
and unappealing to her.  I mean it'll be tough to be unappealing.  I mean
look at us.  Even homophobic straight boys want to jump us...sexually...not
an alley with baseballs bats thing.  Wait...I see it now.  I see where
Blake gets his bravado.  I fell asleep dreaming of Colin, which somehow
morphed into some weird science fiction thing.

"Unngghhh!"  I cried out as I fell out of bed with a thump, spraying cum
everywhere as I went.  I lay on the floor shaken by such a sudden wakeup.
Colin peeked over the edge of the bed with an amused smirk.

"Now that's a wet dream," he said handing me the box of tissues to clean
up.

"That was the most intense dream I've ever had.  I was on a starship..."

"Let me guess.  The reoccurring one where you're the captain with an all
nude twink crew, and they get promoted by how much sex they have?"  He
said, continuing to lean over and look at me as I wiped up the mess I'd
just made.

"No, but that's the best one for sure.  No, this one was about a shape
shifting alien who was studying the effects of the human orgasm while
serving aboard our starship.  He wanted to learn more about it and became
addicted in the process."

I climbed back into bed and snuggled up against Colin so we could hopefully
fall back asleep after such a dramatic awakening.

"It started out with him changing shape to a human that looked a lot like
you, and found people to have sex with."

"You?"  Colin smirked.

"No.  He was using the holodeck, so it was just some holograms.  I arrived
for my allotted time and found him naked getting a blowjob.  I apologized
and went to leave, but he invited me to stay while he orgasmed.  Then he
changed back to his original shape and left."

"Doesn't sound wet dream worthy," Colin said.

"It got more intense.  He kept inviting me to go along with him so that I
could help him understand the human part of his study better, so of course
I happily obliged his education.  Like any good crew member would."

"Of course," he said.  I think it might have been a touch on the sarcastic
side.

"Then he got me involved, and the sex ramped up to include more people.  I
have to admit, you've never actually experienced intense sex until you've
had an Altonian rim you.  They have these lizard-like tongues.  Or the
Meltites with their three penises."

"Well duh!"  Colin said as he kissed my neck.

"Anyway, this sex kept getting wilder and wilder.  I began to realize he
might be taking it too far when I went one time and he literally tore the
clothes off the holograms and began fucking them one after the other and
tossing them aside when he was done.  I suggested he might want to take a
break from it for a while, but seeing the pure animal lust in his eyes I
knew he was too far gone.  Well, the look, and the fact he grabbed me,
ripped my clothes off and fucked me hard next.  He seemed to be able to cum
an unlimited amount of times, so once he finished fucking me, he spun me
around, grabbed my head and throat fucked me next, almost drowning me when
he came.  I reported my concern to the captain, as everyone knows that holo
addiction is a real concern, right?

"Naturally," Colin smirked as he listened.

"The shape shifter arrived on the bridge for his shift and before the
captain could ask him to go down to sickbay, the guy whipped out his dick
and began to masturbate.  Right there on the bridge in front of everyone.
Totally embarrassing as we had the main view screen on.  We were on a
diplomatic mission to Kaltor IV and the ambassador was on the viewer
setting things up for the summit.

"Oh shit!  Not the Kaltorian Ambassador," Colin said mocking me.  "How did
he take that?"

"Not well, that's for sure.  The captain sent our shape shifter to sickbay,
but instead, he locked himself in the holodeck.  We had to send a security
team after him.  That's when things got freaky."

"THAT'S when they got freaky," he laughed.  "Not the lizard tongue
rimming?"

"No.  Once security managed to override the lockout that was in place and
entered, the doors slammed shut behind us and the computer dissolved their
weapons and clothes at the same time.  He had a massive orgy going on and
several people grabbed us to drag us into the middle of it.  I mean we're
talking aliens from dozens of different worlds.  All with different body
parts and skill sets.  Our shape shifter threw one of the security guys on
the bed and began fucking him hard while others held him down and used any
part of him they could get to.  The shape shifter then stretched his arms
out and shoved them up the asses of two other security guys to fist them.
Holding them in place like ventriloquist dummies.  They got blown and
kissed at the same time.  I was put on the face of the security guy being
fucked on the bed and my dick was sucked by a Tagonian.  They have some
weird spiked tongue that is able to drive into the nerve endings all over
your penis, as well as go inside your piss slit.  Such a weird sensation
being given a blowjob from the inside out."

"I can only imagine," Colin said kissing me again.

"Once he finished fucking the security guard I was pulled into position and
fucked.  Only this time once he was in me, his penis inflated with each
fuck until I was stretched wider than would be physically possible in real
life.  I think my hole was so big you could have pushed a basketball in
there."

"Ouch," Colin commented as he reached over and rubbed my ass cheek.
"Hopefully it's better now, and can I have my basketball back?"

"Yeah, it was only a dream.  A pretty realistic one though.  When he
flooded my hole, I think it was easily five or six litres that he pumped
into me.  He pulled out and tossed me to the floor just as I was cumming.
That's when I woke up on the floor covered in cum."

"Any idea if he got the help he needed for his addiction? Or should I
expect you to be on the floor again tomorrow?"  Colin asked trying not to
smirk as he feigned concern.

"Not a clue.  As far as I know he's still in the orgy.  I don't even know
if the captain was able to secure an alliance with the Kaltorians.  We
needed access through their space, as it would allow us to shave years off
travel between our quadrant and the next one."

"Obviously.  I'm guessing if you don't get the alliance, your shape shifter
is going to end up in the brig?"

"Not even possible.  He could just change to a liquid state and get out.  I
suppose the doctor would have to try and come up with a cure for him."

"You know, if you're smart, you'll go back to sleep and have him
transferred to the all nude twink ship you're the captain of.  With that
much sex, he'd be your first officer in no time," Colin suggested pulling
me in closer and interlinking our legs.

"Nice.  See!  You're good at these dreams to.  You could be the ship's
counsellor."

"No way.  I don't want to have my ass wrecked by some sex crazed shape
shifter with an inflating penis, or get fisted.  If I want wild sex like
that I have you!  Oh Captain, my Captain!"

I chuckled and we fell asleep again.  I didn't get to continue my dream,
but holy shit that was an intense orgasm.  Never fallen out of bed cumming
before.  I wonder what other aliens are out there that I haven't met yet.
I'll ask the computer tomorrow.

Once we were up, showered and dressed, it was as if none of it had actually
happened.  Such a waste of a good holo-dream.

The next evening, as we were at dinner, Blake was more animated than normal
and couldn't wait to tell us about this day.

"I'm gonna rule that school!"  Blake exclaimed with a giant smile.

"Had a good day, I take it," Troy smiled at his enthusiasm.

"I'll say.  I guess my reputation as number one is getting around.  I was
at my locker swapping books out for my next class and some chick that I
didn't even know runs up to me.  She took my hand and dragged me into the
girl's bathroom, and pushed me into one of the stalls.  Oh, for the record,
girl's bathrooms are WAY nicer than boy's bathrooms."

"They smell better too," Ben added.

"True.  So, we're in there and she locks the door and begins to undress.
When does THAT ever happen?  Am I right?  So I waited to see what she had
in mind.  Once she had all her clothes off, she asked if I liked what I
saw.  A naked chick inches from me, what's not to like?  I told her she
looked amazing.  Then she totally dropped to her knees, yanked my pants
down and sucked my cock.  I thought that's all she wanted until she stood
up, turned around and begged me to fuck her."

"And you said...no thanks I'm saving myself for marriage?"  Colin said
laughing.

"Dude.  Get real.  I didn't want to be rude, so I did the polite thing, and
gave her a quick boning.  Made her moan for a good two minutes.  Coulda
gone longer but we only have six minutes between classes.  Once we were
done, we got dressed and left the stall.  Three other girls, that I didn't
know, were in the bathroom listening to us.  I took a bow and ran back to
my locker.  Full disclosure.  I was a little late for class.  I told the
teacher I was having woman issues, but she didn't find it funny.  But I'm
totally fine if that's what girls are like now.  If she'd been a gay guy,
she couldn't have picked someone up any faster.  I don't even know her
name."

"Question," I said raising my hand.  "Did you wear a condom?"

"Didn't have time.  It all happened so fast.  I didn't cum though.  Just
faked it.  Smart, huh?" he said tapping his forehead.  "But that wasn't all
that happened like that today.  I was using the bathroom at lunch, standing
at the urinal, minding my own business when this older guy comes up and
stands next to me.  I've seen him around, but I don't really know him.  He
said `Hi Blake' as he started to pee.  It's pretty cool having someone know
you because of your reputation."

"Sounds like a celebrity sighting," Kyle acknowledged.

"Exactly.  I mean I'm still not even used to it when someone recognizes me
from TV, but it feels pretty cool when it happens.  So anyway, this guy
talked to me, but as he did, he watched me peeing and stepped back a little
so I could see him.  He even got hard while we were there.  I'm pretty sure
he would have done more, but some other kid came in and he bolted.  I'm
guessing if he really wants me, he'll try again."

"I dunno Blake.  You kinda give off this `hard to approach', and `fuck off'
vibe," Chance teased.

"I do?"

"He's being sarcastic, Blake," Colin explained.  Do you think he'll EVER
get sarcasm?

"Oh, right.  The guy wasn't really my type, but his penis seemed nice, so I
may do something with him if he asks.  Oh, just so you're not surprised
tomorrow, me and Sienna..."

"Sienna and I," Colin corrected out of nowhere.  I guess when your as old
as he is, you start doing the Dad things like correcting grammar.

Blake just looked at him.  "Sienna and you?  You hang out with Sienna?"

"What?  No...I...never mind.  Keep going with your story," Colin replied.

"Anyway, Sienna and I will be bringing Derrick and Danny home after school.
They're our next students."

"Two at once.  That's ambitious," I said impressed.

"They're twins.  Paternal though, not identical. They pretty much don't do
anything without the other one.  Danny was more into the idea than Derrick,
but I guess they do this thing where if one wants to do something the other
will try it too.  Works for me."

"I think you'll find it's fraternal, not paternal," I corrected.

"Yeah, that one, where they don't look exactly alike," he nodded.

"How do you meet all these guys?  I assume they're straight boys?"  Troy
inquired.

"Yeah.  We're only teaching straight guys.  Trying to make them more
interesting people," he chuckled.  At first me and Sienna talked about who
we'd like to get to know and went to try and get them.  Sometimes it was
easy, other times we failed.  But now that me and Sienna are both at the
top of the most prominent list, people are coming to us.  Lots have heard
about our sex school now, so they figure if they offer to join in, they'll
be considered one of the cool group.  We don't take everyone though.  We
only want people who need sex education, or someone super popular already,
like North."

"I'm curious about that, actually," I said to him.  "If North is number two
on your list, and used to be number one, why would he need to be part of
your sex school?"

"Cool people stick together, Dad.  He's wanted to do Sienna for a while now
since she's been at the top of the list forever, so when I moved up that
was his chance."

"I'm not following," Kyle remarked before I did.

He said he knew I was dating her, so it wouldn't be bro-like of him to hook
up with her without talking to me about it.  He saw the opportunity to talk
to me when I moved up the list ahead of him.  When Sienna suggested that we
do a three-way, he only hesitated for a second, then gave a big smile and a
hell yeah.  That's all that there is to that story," Blake grinned as he
sat back, almost proud of himself.  "I think it'll be good for all our reps
if we're hanging out together."

"Might not be good for his rep if it gets out that you're joining in the
sex.  Jocks aren't really known for their homosexual adjacent exploits."

"It's cool.  North has a huge ass and one day, I'm sending my penis on an
expedition in there!  Right now, he's only okay with rimming."

 I actually think I'm impressed.  He used his knowledge of North liking his
girlfriend to get him into bed, and then convinced the quarterback to be
okay in a three-way setting.  That's some mad skills right there.

"Oh shit!  I have something else too.  Wait here!" He said as he jumped up
and raced up the back stairs.

J.J. just watched him leave and then turned to look at me.  "When should I
get a girlfriend?"

"Would you like a girl as a friend?"  I replied.

"No! Yech!" he said sticking out his tongue and scrunching up his face.
The rest of us laughed.

"Then that's your answer.  As soon as you see girls as someone you want to
play with and they're not as yuck anymore, then you might start thinking
girlfriend."

"Cool.  Maybe when I'm way older, like 13, or something," he reasoned.
Yeah, the advanced age of 13.

Blake raced back down the stairs holding something that gave me a giant
smile.  He rushed over to J.J. and handed it to him.  "I found Snuggles for
you," he beamed from ear to ear as J.J. stood up to take it from him.  The
beige teddy bear was a good three feet tall and looked so soft, I could see
how it would live up to its name.

J.J. looked at it and felt it's face.  He then leaned in to hug it and I
think every heart in the room melted.  Most of the other guys, except for
Colin, Blake and I, realize how big a moment this was.  As soon as he
finished hugging Snuggles, he turned to hug Blake, and at some point I
think both brothers had tears in their eyes.

"I hope this helps bring back some of your other memories J.J.," Blake said
sweetly as they sat back at the table.  J.J. made room for snuggles beside
him, and Kyle grabbed another chair and set the bear up on it.  Chance
joined in and set a place for the bear, complete with cutlery.  Once the
bears paws were placed on the table, it absolutely required a round of
photos.  They posed that bear in so many positions, that Snuggles might be
rethinking his return right about now.  I was more interested in J.J.'s
response to it.  He kept staring at it as if trying desperately to
remember.  I almost wished I knew hypnosis at this point.

After dinner, Blake took J.J. and Snuggles upstairs for some brother time,
and by the time Colin and I were ready for bed, we dropped in to J.J.'s
room to see how they were doing.  It was so cute, that you just had to have
a picture.  The two boys were asleep on top of the bed, still fully
clothed.  J.J. was little spooned into Blake, while Snuggles was little
spooned into J.J. and was being hugged firmly.  We took our pictures
quietly, and left the boys to sleep as they were.  Once we got back to our
room, I gave Colin a hug.

"That was a seriously nice thing Blake did for J.J.  I sure hope it has a
positive affect," I said as we got ready for bed in the bathroom.

"I hope so, but the look on J.J.'s face was enough for now.  I'd say he's
got a new friend to confide in when he needs to talk.  If I'm accurate,
it's a good thing for kids to have something like a teddy bear that they
can talk to, isn't it?"

"Sure.  With a child's imagination, they form a bond with a toy like that
and feel safe to tell it anything.  It's a common tool used by child
psychologists," I replied.  "Hell, even adults do it.  But those are
usually called blow-up dolls."

Colin laughed.  "I'm not sure that counts.  Anything we should watch for
with this?"

"I'd say just keep your ears and eyes open.  If the bond he forms with
Snuggles is greater than the bond he forms with Blake we may have an
issue."

"Ummm, ethical question here?"  Colin said as we crawled under the covers.
"Since all the rooms have security monitors, is it acceptable to use that
to find out what J.J. is discussing with Snuggles?"

"If he were an adult, I'd say it was an invasion of privacy, but as a child
who we're trying to retrieve memories for, I think it could be a valuable
tool.  While I wouldn't directly blurt out what I'd seen or heard to him,
he may offer up some information he doesn't yet know is a memory, and we
could help extract it."

"I'd be okay with that.  I'm not sure I'd be okay with it if he was talking
to a friend about his regular day though, or some of the normal boy
activities he gets up to that we may not approve of.  I think those things
would need to be ignored."

"Agreed.  If we reacted to everything we learned about Blake, we'd all need
years of therapy in a secure institution.  We also wouldn't need a
subscription to porn sites, we could just flip on the Blake network, live
from his room."

"God, could you imagine if we had those feeds to review.  We have to gouge
our eyes out," Colin laughed.  "I'm glad that they're only there for
security reasons.  Imagine sitting down and watching even a tenth of what
might go on in Blake's room.  We'd never be able to unsee that."

"True," I nodded, not letting on that I'd seen plenty of the Blake network,
and we could make a fortune going live.

"Well if you think it's a good idea, we can review some of the feeds from
J.J.'s room when he's in there alone.  That might be more of a you thing to
do though, as you'll know what to watch for.  If you see something, maybe
we can discuss what to do about it together.  If we actually get J.J.'s
memories back, you might want to consider going into child psychology in
the future," Colin said as he cuddled against me and we kissed.

"Nate is currently counselling Blake when he needs it, and I can say with
absolute certainty, I will NEVER be a child psychologist.  I'm sure Nate
has already expended ten time more energy on Blake than anyone else, and
probably lost a few brain cells in the process.  I mean he hasn't even
convinced Blake not to ask if he wants him to take his clothes off each
time."

Colin laughed.  "Are you sure giving Nate Blake for his first client was a
good move?  He may start to rethink his entire career path."

"I actually think Nate is enjoying the challenge, and Blake is thrilled
that someone has to actually listen to him exclusively for an hour.  I
might even be able to loop Nate in with J.J.'s stuff if I see anything we
aren't sure about.  More heads are better than one."

We agreed to see where it goes and made love before we fell asleep.  I like
calling it making love when I'm with Colin.  With other guys, we're just
screwing and having sex for something to do.  With Colin, it's like my
whole body changes its chemical composition as we fuse together as one.  I
don't even know how to explain it, but it's like part of him becomes me,
and part of me becomes him.  Like our physical cells join or something.  I
know I sound like I'm stoned, but I'm not.  It's just how it feels.  With
others, it's like we get the sex rush and it's over.  With Colin, I could
be attached to him 24/7 and feel like it was always supposed to be like
that.

I'd think more on it, but right now, I have to get back to my all-nude
ship, and have the shape shifter transferred to my crew.  It's gonna be a
long night.

We didn't get an update from Bake over the next few days, so he was either
still formulating plans, or had failed and was regrouping.  I mean the boy
is busy.  He's got a smokin' hot girlfriend, and the two of the are the
most prominent couple in school, which no doubt means meeting a lot of
people trying to kiss his ass, or in Blake's case, doing other things to
his ass.  He's supposedly checking out some boy named Sam to see if he's
good enough to hook up with Ashley, then he's working on twins for his sex
school.  Not to mention whatever plans he had for the quarterback.  I guess
his next report card will let us know if he has found time for actual
schoolwork in there somewhere.

I hadn't learned anything from watching the occasional feed from J.J.'s
room, but it was cute to see the friendship developing between him and
Snuggles.  At one point he had the bear beside him as he played video
games.  He gave the bear its own controller as if it were playing.  He
talked to it regularly, but mainly about things they were doing. He did
cuddle with it pretty routinely, and even introduced it to his friends,
although I didn't watch the feed when he had his friends over.  I agree
that he needs his private time.  Now over on the Blake network however...
Actually, I pretty much leave that alone too.  It's only if I'm curious
about some new person he brings over, but Blake being Blake, you really
don't need to watch to find out anything as he's quite happy to give you
the graphic play by play, and half the time plays to the camera.  Sometimes
I wonder if he does it, so he can watch himself later.

Colin had arranged with Walter and Terrance for us to go over for the
sexpose they were doing.  I think J.P. was the most excited out of the four
of us.  He likes doing this sort of thing, being an actor, I guess.  I
tolerate it because it's something different to do, and Jason just seems
neutral.  He can take it or leave it.

Saturday morning, we all took extra time getting ready for this sexpose.
Not sure what it would entail, so I made sure to clean and shave
everything, and used the bidet thoroughly.  Jason and J.P. did the same
thing.  You never know if things are going up inside you at some point, so
you're better to be safe than grossed out, and embarrassed.  The three of
us made a point of getting ready together to ensure our hair and
shaving/trimming was the same and that we were truly identical again.
J.P.'s hair was slightly lighter than ours, but that's probably due to
dying it back to blonde instead of letting it naturally grow back, but we'd
still pass the identical test, unless they fucked us as part of the
comparison.  I'm sure they'd know which one I was, having the best ass for
anal penetration.  To be clear, that means I'm tighter than the other two.

Colin got ready with us as he'd been told by Walter that he could be part
of it as well.  I guess Walter thinks Colin is just as sexy.  He'd be
wrong.  Colin is way sexier!!

We drove over to West Vancouver which is where Terrance and Walter lived.
They had a nice house on the hill overlooking the Burrard Inlet.
Technically they were in the British Properties district, but not the `oh
look at me, I live in the British Properties' section.  Those were the
people who owned a new Lexus and a Range Rover and went around basically
ensuring they were the center of attention.  We all know the type.  They
are louder and more obnoxious than everyone as they figured their money
gave them status over others.  And they were the type to try and use that
self appointed power to demand others give them more than their share of
everything, from attention to unearned favours.  Walter and Terrance lived
just south of that invisible line.

"Boys!!"  Walter said holding his arms out, as he and Terrance greeted us
at the door.  "How delightful to have you in our home."  He kissed Colin
and then looked at the three of us.  "Oh my.  This is going to be a
difficult day trying to make sure we know who's who.  We know one of you is
Justin, but who are the other two in this beautiful scenario."

"I'm, J.P. and this is Jason," he said identifying themselves.  "That's
Justin," he added, pointing me out.  We all got kisses from Walter and
Terrance before being led inside.  They had a beautiful home.  Well
maintained and definitely in keeping with their age.  Like your parents
that have some of that furniture from the 80's, or they still have their
favorite towel that has the frayed edges, but they can't get rid of it
because it has `memories'.  If my towel has memories, they're gonna be good
as it dries my junk almost every day.  Those are memories you'd want in
your old age.

It was a big house with high ceilings and big windows.  I hate to say it,
but it definitely had an old person smell to it.  Not sure what causes
that, but I guess when I get older, I'll figure it out.  We were led
through to the living room where we were offered drinks.  Seemed a bit
early for a cocktail, but as a guest, it's simply impolite to refuse.  It's
just not done, darling.

Yep, this old stereotypical gay setting is going to rub off on me by the
time we leave.  I'll probably grow a porn star moustache, and start wearing
bright colour stripey pants with suspenders, and one of those t-shirts that
are cut off at the bottom to show my abs and belly button.

"You have a very nice home," Colin said making small talk.

"Thank you," Terrance said.  "We've worked hard to get it the way we wanted
it.  Bit by bit we've redesigned each room and I think we're finally happy
with the end result.  We'll give you a tour later."

"We'd love that," Colin assured him.  "What is this sexpose you're doing?"

"It's our presentation of young men being erotically sexy without being
pornographic.  We'll show you some of the work we have so far, which will
give you some idea of the look we're going for.  I look forward to your
feedback on it.  We'll be giving the show later this year and are
absolutely thrilled that you'll be part of it."

"So will these pictures all be nudes?"  J.P. asked.  I know he'll have
concerns if they are.  Especially if he has to put his penis somewhere
erotic...like in Terrance or Walter.

"The idea is that all of you will pose without clothes, but at no time will
your penis be exposed in the final shot.  For those type of pictures, you
can surf young hung men on the internet," Terrance replied, as if he held
some distained for them.  "As long as you're all okay with it, the rest of
your bodies will be seen including your buttocks."

"When you offered to join us as triplets, we came up with ideas that were
unique for you.  I'm looking forward to hearing your reactions to our
plans.  Colin, we simply couldn't leave you out darling as you're too sexy
all by yourself not to be included."

"Thanks Walter.  I always appreciate the compliments.  Terrance, you know
how much I love your work, so I'm excited to see what you come up with."

"Don't get too excited, sweet boy.  Terry will see that beautiful penis of
yours and become all hands and start drooling.  It's not a good look and
he'll forget about the sexpose we're shooting."

"Don't come for me bitch!  Ignore him boys, he's just jealous that I'm
still the sexy one after all these years."

"Dementias' a bitch sweetie.  Sorry it was you that got it," Walter teased.
"Shall we head over to the other room where we have the studio set up?  We
can show you some of what we have planned before we get to it."

They had a nice studio setup and I'm guessing they've had plenty of nude
models before as the room was a lot warmer than the rest of the house.
Probably not a good idea for it to be cold for some of the body parts.
Shrinkage and all.  Maybe some cold would be good to make nipples stand out
and give the skin a goosebump look.  They showed us some of their past work
which had been in other shows.  I was impressed.  It was all so varied,
from indoor and outdoor settings.  From dark and apocalyptic looking to
light hearted, almost comedy-like.  There was also a range of solos to
group settings.  It was interesting to note that not one picture had a
penis in it.  Not one.  How is that even possible?  I mean even Superbowl
shows have some slippage.  I had to ask.

"Do any of your pictures ever go full nude?"

"Sometimes, but mostly we try to focus on leaving something to the
imagination.  It's inevitable that during the shoots, we end up with full
exposure, but those never make it to the show if that's not the focus,"
Walter explained.

"These are incredible," Jason commented as we looked through them.

"Thank you.  I hope you'll find today's session with pictures of you, just
as incredible.  It's going to be tough to beat a set with three identical
boys as beautiful as you.  Four, when we add Colin into the scenes."

"Let's get you boys undressed and acclimatized to these studio
surroundings.  Are any of you allergic to makeup if we have to touch up
your body for lighting and such?"

"None that we know of," Jason replied, with all of us agreeing one by one.

"We would like the three of you to be as identical as possible for the
shots, so once you have your clothes off, I'd like to take a look at you
side by side to see how we'd need to pose you."

The three of us smiled at each other as we figured this would be part of
it.  The two century-anarians would be in for quite the surprise.  What do
you call people over a hundred?  Septuagenarians are in their 70's, I think
Octogenarians are either old octopi, or humans in their eighties.  I'm
thinking maybe they didn't expect anyone to live to 90 so they never came
up with cute titles for them.  I'm a Gen Z, just barely, and Colin is a
Millennial.  They're the ones that get all the bad press for being lazy.
Suckers!  Us Gen Z's are pretty much flying under the radar right now.
Mostly I'm just glad I'm not a boomer.  Strange that Blake and I are both
Gen Z's.  When shit does hit the fan for Gen Z, I just want it known for
historical purposes, I'm Canadian, so I'm technically a Gen Zed, not an
American Gen Zee.  In case that's ever required in a defense trial.  Now
back to what you call people who hit a hundred.  I'm going with the
aforementioned Century-anarians.  Maybe centenarians?  That sounds better.
Trademark pending.

The three of undressed, and unlike most boys that strip, we didn't pause at
the underwear waiting to be told we could remove it, we went full naked
right out of the gate.  We stood side by side and waited for the
inspection.  It usually started with a cursory look at us, then when they
couldn't find anything obvious, they got closer and closer to see what they
could find.  Once they were close enough to get our dicks in their mouths,
they usually stopped looking.

Walter adjusted our placement slightly and had us do a few poses for him as
he checked us out.  He whistled at one point as they both stood behind us.
"There's no need to use makeup on these boys.  There's not a mark on them
that's out of place.  Even those tattoos are identical.  Absolutely
stunning."

Terrance ran his hand down my back and felt my ass cheeks, before he did
the same to J.P. and Jason.  "They even feel the same.  Boys, I know we'll
see soon enough, but are your erections identical as well?"

"They are," J.P. answered first.

"The only problem with the three of you being this perfect is we're going
to have to have you at the show in person to prove we didn't photoshop you
together."

"We get used to it," Jason said as the guys moved around us looking for
differences that didn't exist.  Terrance did mention that J.P.'s hair was
slightly lighter, but figured with adjusted lighting, it would even be
noticeable.

"Okay Colin honey.  We haven't forgotten you, lets' get those clothes off
and see that sexy body of yours," Terrance said turning his attention to
him.

"Do you need me naked for this series?"  He asked as he unbuttoned his
shirt.

"Need you naked? No.  Want you naked as inspiration, definitely.  I would
never want a beautiful boy hidden behind clothes when the human form is so
amazing in it's natural state."

"How much plastic is included in your definition of natural?" I teased.

"Oh darling, I doubt this kind of perfection on any of you has had work
done," Walter commented as we all seem to have stopped everything to watch
Colin remove his clothes and get inspected.  He passed as fast as we did.
Like was there even a bookie on the planet that would have take a bet he
wouldn't?  I don't think so.

"Truly magnificent bodies.  It's a shame our society requires clothes for
people like you.  I guess that's why we get you immortalized in art.  Let's
get our first series underway, shall we?  Terrance, I'll get the boys in
position, if you'd like to tell us where we need to be for this to work."

I was in the middle facing forward, while J.P. and Jason were on either
side of me facing sideways at a 45 degree angle.  We all had our arms
folded and from my vantage point, it would be a shot that clearly showed
everything.  Terrance had us shuffle back a few times and adjusted a bowl
of fruit that was a distance in front of us.  They continued to make
adjustments until they figured they had it just right, and the pictures
began.  I felt Like I should be adjusting my poses, doing duck faces and
framing my hands around my face, but we were told to just stand still until
they moved us.  I've only been here 20 minutes and I'm already bored.  If
this is modelling, forget it.  I'm going into porn instead.  Mostly for the
nudity, not the sex.  Okay, the sex too, but my agent will say it's because
I'm an artist.  When I saw the final shots of the three of us, I couldn't
help but laugh.  You couldn't see our penises, but the bowl of fruit had
three bananas in it.  Each one was positioned so that it looked like we all
had banana erections.  The apples and grapes in the bowl just added to the
overall look.  It was hilarious.  J.P. and Jason's bananas were facing the
same way they were, and lined up almost perfectly with their crotches.  My
banana was facing forward and bent upward.  It was erotic without being
porn.  It could easily go up on any social media site, not to mention
banana sales will likely skyrocket.  My stage name is gonna be Chiquitta,
isn't it?

One shot that probably wouldn't be PG was where all three of us had
erections, but a sheer cloth was draped over us alike we were sharing a
giant toga.  It ran in a thin line diagonally across our chests to ensure
you could see our pecs and belly buttons, and then it draped over our
erections.  The way the lighting was on some of the shots, you could
clearly see the outline of our penises, while with other lighting, it was
obscured.  They took what seemed like thousands of those shots from every
angle as they worked around us in 360 degrees.  When we saw those shots
edited together, it looked like a GIF of us standing there as the camera
panned around us, with our penises flashing in and out of visibility as the
lights went on and off.  I mean you never actually saw our bare erection,
but it sure left nothing to the imagination.  I know I'm gonna sound
narcissistic, but if I saw that in a show somewhere, I'd want to meet the
models and screw their brains out.  I know people say we're good looking
and all, but this took shit to a whole new level.  I seriously think should
change professions to be a sexpose model.  Wonder what that pays?  If I
wear Nike's, or a Rolex, I might get better sponsorship.  Shit I'd run out
and buy both if I saw hot naked guys modelling them.

We headed outside for one set they wanted to do.  The back yard had a
wildly shaped pool, almost making it look like a lagoon instead of a
swimming pool.  At one end was a rock wall, complete with a waterfall into
the pool.  I noticed a couple of frames hanging in front of it at 90
degrees to each other, forming almost a `V' in front of the waterfall.

"Our next shot is in the water.  I hope all of you are okay in the pool,"
Walter told us.

We assured him we were and got the run down on his vision, which I was
looking forward to.  As we talked and got ready to enter the water,
Terrance undressed down to his underwear, which to my surprise were
designer boxer briefs.  I half expected him to be wearing half ripped
tighty whiteys that were fading to yellow with age.

"Damn, Terrance.  You've still got quite the build for your age," Colin
said being encouraging.

"I try to stay in shape, although I'm afraid gravity and age are a tough
battle to win.  No matter how hard you try, you do lose the battle slowly."

"I dunno.  I think if I look half that good by the time I'm you're age,
I'll consider myself lucky."

"Colin sweetie, back in my day, I was as sexy and attractive as you are
now.  I had girls flocking to me in the hundreds.  If they'd only known
that I was already in love with my soul mate, it would have crushed their
fragile hearts."

"I'm guessing you couldn't be open and out with each other?"  J.P. said as
we stood there talking.

"No, back then it would have been illegal to have sexual relations with a
boy," Walter revealed.  "It was still considered a mental illness back in
those days.  It took many many years before we could admit to anyone what
we were to each other.  Events like Stonewall and Harvey Milk paved the way
for all of us to become braver."

"Did you ever attend rallies and protests?"  Jason inquired.

"We didn't in the early years, but once we left University, and got out
into the world on our own, we didn't care as much what others thought about
us.  We had each other and wanted to be free to share it.  It was scary and
dangerous at first, and we endured our share of beatings.  Slowly we found
friends who openly supported us, giving us the courage to be even more
assertive.  Eventually the world changed, until here we are in the 21st
century with equal rights, marriage, and acceptance.  Of course, not all
countries are this far along yet, but in time, all societies evolve."

"When we see others like yourselves, out in public holding hands, free to
be who you are, it makes all the struggles we went through absolutely worth
everything," Terrance added.

"Our generation owe a debt of gratitude to all of you for getting us to
this point.  I can't imagine what it would have been like to hide in the
closet for so long.  I read of raids on underground gay clubs and the
beatings, where no one cared enough to even intervene and charge those
responsible."

"It's so true.  Many times it was the gay guys themselves that got the
charges for indecent acts, or for bringing it on ourselves with lewd acts."

"Did you have to date girls in high school to keep up appearances?"  I
asked as I found this interesting.

"We did.  We both had very beautiful girls around us all the time.  We were
both considered very eligible bachelors.  Being athletic and good looking
also got us the pick of girls.  Fortunately, we were able to avoid having
sex with any of them, because it wasn't as promiscuous back then as it is
today."

Walter laughed.  "We wouldn't have had the energy for it anyway.  We were
horny teenage boys and went at each other at every opportunity."

"Did you ever get caught?"  I asked.

"No, but it came close a few times.  I remember when we were 16 and my dad
barged in on us.  Terrance and I were both naked, having just had some fun
together.  Fortunately for us we weren't doing anything and were going
through my dresser.  I remember explaining to my dad that we'd just had a
shower as we'd been exercising, and were trying to find some clean clothes.
He accepted that and left.  It scared the crap out of us after that, so we
were much more careful.  Five minutes earlier and our lives could have been
very much different."

"Was it always just the two of you or did you find opportunities to play
with other boys over the years?"

"At first it was just us.  We both agreed it would be too dangerous to try
and find other gay boys, in case we picked someone who wasn't and they told
about us.  I think the first time we connected with another boy, we were 21
and still in college.  He was a freshman and lived in our dorm building.
Terrance and I were roommates at the time, and I think some people figured
out we were a couple, but nothing was ever said.  College was all about
learning, not just about the world, but about yourselves as well.  Somehow
we gravitated towards this freshman and one thing led to another.  First it
was hanging out together, then we'd arrange to meet in the communal
bathroom for the morning showers.  After that it became pretty easy to move
the friendship towards having sex together.  He was our first three-way,
which we all had a lot of fun with."

 "How long did you guys do that for?"  Colin asked.

"A year?  Something like that," Walter answered.  "He vanished after that
and we never heard from him again.  Some of the rumours were that he got
caught and his parents sent him off to be cured of his illness.  We never
knew for sure.  There were other boys over the years that we played with,
but like everything, nothing is as memorable as your first."

"I'll bet you have stories for days," J.P. said excitedly.  "I can't even
imagine what it would have been like back then.  I've always been gay, and
I've never had to hide that.  Thanks to the bravery of guys like you, I can
be who I am.  I hope that you'll let us come back and hear more about your
lives."

"Darling, you can come over anytime you want.  Stay naked like this and
I'll make you your own story," Terrance gushed as he ran his hand over
J.P.'s chest.  J.P. just blushed slightly and grinned.  "But for now, let's
continue with our project.  The idea is to have the three of you in the
pool on all sides of the frames.  They represent mirrors, so positioning
will be critical.  Justin you'll be out front looking towards the
mirror. J.P. and Jason, you'll be the reflections on the back side of the
frames.  Let's put you in place and get the angles correct."

I smiled.  "I've always said you guys were my clones.  Now, you're simply
my reflections.  This is a self-fulfilling prophecy."

They both ignored me.  I guess reflections don't talk back, so that's good.

We allowed ourselves to be positioned and repositioned several times, which
included adjusting hair and heads to ensure if you were standing behind me
looking at the reflections, that they were perfect.  Colin was being used
in this capacity, as he stood a distance behind me, telling Terrance what
needed to be adjusted and by how much.  Walter took hundreds of pictures
once we had it perfected.  Then we adjust things slightly so that the
images were the reverse of what they actually should be.  We even did a few
where only one reflection was right, while the other was making some sort
of face.  From frowning to surprise to downright humorous.  At one point,
both J.P. and Jason were in the same frame being reflections of each other.
It was pretty inventive photography if you ask me, and I could already
imagine how this would all look in the final pictures.  Once they thought
they had enough, the frames were removed and some generic shots of us under
the waterfall were taken.  I liked the one where Colin was standing there
looking out across the pool while the Triple J's slowly rose out of the
water on three sides of him.  It was like we were human Excalibur's rising
out of the lake.  I'm happy to give Colin my hard steel sword anytime he
wants.  By the time we were all standing upright, Colin was sandwiched
between us and more pictures were taken.

We had been in the water a long time and agreed to take a break and have a
warm drink.  We got out and Walter quickly wrapped large fluffy towels
around all of us.  Terrance slipped out of his underwear and I have to
admit, he was packing some serious material down there.  I had half
expected him to have continued the stereotypes and have his balls halfway
to his knees, but he was impressively well hung.

"Gotta admit Terrance.  That package is as good as the rest of your body.
Very nice," Colin said, again complimenting him.

"Thank you, but it's not as it once was.  When I was young, I had erections
so firm you could use it as a slingshot.  I could put a tic tac on the tip,
pull back and fire it across the room," he boasted.

Walter laughed.  "Oh my god.  I'd forgotten about that.  First time he did
it, I almost lost my marbles.  He was standing beside me in our dorm room
with his almost permanent erection out for viewing.  He grabbed a tic tac
and said watch this.  He put it on the tip, pulled his penis down and let
it fly.  After that it became game with many variations.  We tried shooting
tic tacs at each other to see if we could catch them in our mouths, or
stood and tried to lop one into the air high enough so we could get under
and catch it ourselves."

"What can I say we were kids without internet or video games," Terrance
chuckled.  "We had to make our own fun.  Once we told other guys about the
game, it quickly spread and before you knew it, we were playing penis
catapult regularly.  Water and I had created the perfect scenario to see
the penis of every boy in our dorm house.  Plus our dorm had the freshest
breath of any teenagers on campus."

We all laughed.  "Damn, we gotta pick up some tic tacs on the way home," I
said quickly.  Imagine the house being introduced to that game."

"It'd be a tic tac hail storm," Colin chuckled.

"Well enjoy it while you can boys.  The spring has mostly gone out of the
catapult now.  Not to mention it's lost a good inch of launching power.
Use those penises while you can boys.  You know you're on the decline when
you need the blue pill to keep them hard for longer, and don't even get me
started on the therapy you need the first time you realize that not only
are you shrinking in height, but your penis is as well.  It's quite the
mind fuck."

"Wait...penises shrink?"  Jason asked, genuinely shocked.  I would be
shocked, but I think I might be in the middle of a panic attack.  "When
does that shit happen?"

"They do.  Somewhere north of 60, you might see things begin to change size
and shape," Walter admitted.  "Don't worry though, the penis still works.
No fear of that for most."

"First time I measure and I'm missing so much as a millimeter, this sucker
is going in a penis pump, or straight into surgery for enlarging," I
announced definitively.

"Darling," Walter said as he came over and helped dry me off, "even if you
lost an inch on that magnificent appendage, you'd still be bigger than most
boys."

"If I lose an inch of it, I'll need to be committed to an asylum as I'll be
out of my head with panic."

Walter reached down and took hold of my package gently lifting it up.
"That is why you should enjoy this as much as you can while you're still in
your prime.  Use it as often as you breathe and don't deny the pleasure of
it to yourself or anyone else."

"Trust me, he doesn't deny anyone access to it," Colin laughed.  "It's been
more places than water."

"What about you sweetheart?" Terrance asked as he came up behind Colin and
rubbed his ass.  "Do you share?"

I laughed.  "Colin's been used more than a barrel of peanuts at a squirrel
convention."

"Hey, they know good nuts when they see them," Colin retorted, getting a
laugh from everyone.

Terrance helped Colin dry off and was pretty thorough with the towel and
his hands.  At one point I saw him lean in and give one of Colin's nipples
a quick suck before he dried it off.  The way he was fondling Colin's ass
I'm guessing he was doing some fantasizing about what it'd be like to fuck
him.  I better stop watching, or I'll start to fantasize too, which will
only give me an erection, and then everyone else will start to chub up.
That leads to sex breaking out, and with the age of these guys they might
not be able to keep up, they'll over exert themselves and have heart
attacks.  The next thing you know we're on CTV being booked under the
heading `Sex Triplet murderers kill beloved art patrons.'  We'll end up the
property of one man in a maximum security prison somewhere, where he'd rent
us out by the hour.  I can't live like that.  Sometimes I'd need more than
an hour.  Best to keep myself focused and under control for now.

After a short tea break and some sandwiches, we were back at the shoot.  At
no time did we get dressed throughout the day, and I don't think Walter and
Terrance were complaining in the slightest.

One shot I liked, once we got back to it, was where J.P. was sprawled out
on a Roman sofa bench.  Not sure what they're actually called, but it's the
type you see Emperor's sprawled out on while they watch the slaves fight.
Justin and I were behind the sofa with one of us holding the required
grapes, the other had a large fan, and we had to look like we were arguing
over who was going to do what.  They took several of those as we switched
things around slightly each time.  Colin was brought in to sit in front of
J.P. on the floor.  He had a leather collar and leash on, and what looked
like mascara on his eyes.  They took several shots of him being held by
J.P. as we fed him grapes.  By the time this shoot is done, J.P. may never
want another grape again.  They paused to spray Colin's face lightly with
water and returned to more shots.  When we saw the finished product, the
spritz of water in the eyes made it look like Colin had been crying as the
mascara had run down his face.

At one point they gave J.P. a smartphone to look at, as if he were bored by
the imaginary slave fight.  The phone added something unusual to the shoot
as it was completely out of the time period, but still looked like it
should be there.  On one shot, J.P. raised it up and we leaned in as if we
were looking at the screen and had to act shocked.  After that, we dropped
the grapes and fan thing and ran our hands over J.P.'s body from our
position behind the sofa.  All of us were still naked, but the shots hid
any sign of our penises, usually in some erotic way.  I guess we could have
been eunuchs without penises, but it sure looked hot.

All the shots we did were sexy, yet tasteful.  There were none that I
wouldn't happily show anyone who asked.  I know what you're thinking, I'd
probably show an orgy video of myself if someone asked, but that's not the
point.  These pictures had no sex, but were erotically sexy.  Your mind
could imagine what might have been behind the obstruction without too much
effort.  Another one I liked is where we had paint.  I was a couple steps
up a ladder with J.P. and Jason on either side of me at ground level.  We
each had a different colour paint and were supposed to look like we were
painting a wall.  There were plenty of those pictures, then J.P. was to
paint his hand and slap my ass, leaving a coloured hand print on my cheek.
Jason looked over and grinned, as the pictures continued to be taken.  He
copied J.P. and slapped my ass on the other cheek with a separate colour.
I'll bet I look super cute like that. (I do...for the record.  I may get
this as a tattoo.)

I picked up the two small cans of paint I had and dumped one on each of
their heads.  Now I know why I had two little cans of paint instead of one
big one.  The shots looked great as the paint ran down their body and into
their ass cracks.  We spent ages washing it off each other, but it made for
great pictures.

I wasn't sure of the one where we all shared a cocktail in a fancy glass
with three straws.  The three of us were close together, and I didn't see
how that would have any appeal until I saw the pictures.  Walter had me
looking directly at the camera, Jason looking at the drink, and
J.P. staring at me.  It actually made you look beyond the picture and
wonder what each of us were thinking.  I liked having the three of us that
close together, showing just how identical we were, but having individual
personalities.

Colin got in on more of the action as Walter had Colin do a one-handed
handstand at a window setting.  The drapes were partially moved to cover
his crotch, but I was impressed that he could do a one-hand handstand.
They had Colin and I sit on a wide window ledge and I was in front snuggled
up against him.  They took several shots of us like that and moved hands
and heads around to look our sexiest.  Bitch, please!  I get out of bed
looking my sexiest.  Wait...that sounded better in my head.  I mean I don't
have to work too hard to be sexy.  That's what I meant.  I liked the final
few shots of us together, as Terrance had J.P. and Jason go outside and
look in the window at us.  First from far away, and they slowly they got
closer and closer until they were right up to the window staring at us.
Each shot had someway of naturally blocking all our penises, so it was
again sexy without being full on nude.

We spent most of the day there and I have to admit it was a lot of fun.
From our side of the camera, it just looked like we were simply posing
naked, but when we saw the final shots, they were all very different from
what I'd expected.  I'm guessing that within the shots they'd taken were
plenty of us visibly nude, but they weren't part of the final presentation.
We had just finished shots of the three of us playing Twister, which
surprisingly showed no penis or balls.  That was quite the feat of
photography if you ask me.  That's a lot of junk to position out of camera
sight, and I mean a LOT!

"Terrance, you old queen, I hope you got those dentures fixed in tight, or
a cock that size is gonna pull those teeth right out of your head and send
them flying across the room."  Walter barked suddenly as we looked over at
him on his knees in front of Colin.

We couldn't help but laugh at the thought of it.

He paused and looked over.  "At least I can get on my knees to do it, you
old bag o' bones."

"There's so much drool happening over there you look like a Bassett Hound,
and you have the ears to match."

This shit was hilarious.  I hope Colin and I are this funny when we're 145.
Of course the first sign of erectile disfunction or my inability to get
down on my knees, and I'm calling for the shot to put me to sleep.

"That would be a great idea for a shoot," J.P. chuckled.  "Colin getting a
blowjob and then the guy doing it, pulls back and his teeth are clamped to
the dick.  Now that'd be funny."

"Not sure I wouldn't have nightmares," Colin replied as he put his hand on
Terrance's shoulder and let him continue.  "Damn, you give good head."

"He should honey, he's been doing it since puberty, almost a hundred years
ago," Walter said as we all sort of paused to watch the action.

Terrance gave Walter the finger, but didn't stop to verbally comment.
Colin was actually enjoying himself as I've seen those body movements
before.  Terrance should get ready as it wouldn't be long now before he was
getting that boy cum facial.  It's a sought after treatment in some
civilizations.  Mostly religious countries from what I hear.

Colin lasted another couple minutes before warning Terrance he was about to
cum.  That got the old guy to grab Colin's ass and pull him in tight as he
awaited his reward.  Question is would Colin give him the gold medal, or
just a participation ribbon.  From the sound my husband made, I'm assuming
Terrance received top prize as Colin shuddered hard while his orgasm washed
over him.  Once he was finished, he helped Terrance to his feet and
accepted a kiss from him.

They headed off to clean up and Walter turned his attention back to us.  "I
think we have enough material for our sexpose.  I'll make sure we give you
an invite to the opening of the show.  You'll be one of the highlights no
doubt.  You never know what the fickle fags of the art world will gravitate
to, but I surmise that even a blind patron would be interested in you boys.
I hope you all have fabulous tuxedos as we'll make it a full formal event."

"We do," I acknowledged.  "Would you like us dressed the same, or our own
styles?"

"I'm assuming you're not like the stereotypical TV triplets where you dress
exactly the same?  I'm not a big fan of stereotypes," he said ironically,
as I almost choked.  If he'd been any more of an 80's stereotype gay, I
couldn't picture it.  Right down to the silk scarf, sashay walk and hand
gestures.  He's a poster boy for stereotype.  All he'd need is a hairy
chest and untrimmed pubes, to match expectations 100%.

"Never," Jason replied quickly.  "Well, rarely.  Unless we're trying to
have fun with it, but even then, it's not identical clothing, just
similar."

"I think it'd be advantageous to dress in the same tuxedo, perhaps just
with different coloured accoutrements."

"Great.  We'll do that.  Any idea when the show will be?"

"A couple of months at least.  We still have other art we're preparing.
Some will be live models on the day of the show, so they are rehearsing
their parts which takes a lot more time than the photo shoots or other
forms of presentation."

"How many people are in your sexpose?"  Colin inquired as he and Terrance
returned to the room.

"So far we have 18.  We expect that number to rise to 25 by the time we are
finished," Terrance replied.

"Any women, or is it all male?"

"We do have some female representation, but mainly as a contrast to the
male sexuality."

"I'm looking forward to seeing to show," Colin remarked as he watched
Walter come up to the three of us and begin to casually fondle all our
packages.

It didn't take much of that kind of attention before all three of us were
fully erect.

"You boys have such incredible penises.  They could almost be their own
show," he said as he focused on looking them over closely.  "I've never
seen three identical penises together like this before.  Let's get some
close-up pictures of them, shall we.  You can take them home and try to
have people figure out which one belongs to whom."

He grabbed his camera and knelt down to take close ups of our packages.  It
was a whole other photoshoot on its own.  He was under us, in front, and
above.  I mean my penis gets lots of natural attention, but this was like
it was staring in its own docu-series.  He backed up and took wider shots
of the three of us.  No pretense this time.  These were full nudes.

"You boys just ooze sex," Walter said as he seemed to just have the camera
button pressed down permanently.

"Sorry.  It just does that when I'm excited," I replied as I wiped the tip
of my penis and sucked it off my finger.

Walter laughed. "I meant that you have incredible chemistry together.  It's
like you can feel the energy you have being shared between the three of
you.  The way you look at each other, and aren't afraid to be close.  It
says a lot about how you care for one another.  Let's have you boys put
your heads close together and work it so you can stick your tongues out and
touch them to the others."

Now that's the definition of close.  We maneuvered our heads so that we
were able to touch the tips of our tongues in a three-way triangle
formation.  The pictures of that were great.  Not something you'd want out
online, but still pretty fucking hot.  From there Walter had us holding
each other's dicks which only made them ooze more sex.  Walter wiped the
tip of J.P.'s penis and put it in Jason's mouth to clean up.  While most of
the day so far had been seriously professional, with only the occasional
fluffing or adjusting of our penises, we were now moving into much more
sexual territory.  I can only imagine that Walter had gotten pretty turned
on watching his partner blow Colin, and receive a reward for a job well
done.  I wonder how badly we'd hurt Walter if the three of us spit roast
and sucked him off.  If he did die, at least he'd go with a smile on his
face, cum in his ass, and lips around his cock.  That's how I wanna go out.
None of this pussy shit of dying peacefully in my sleep.  I wanna be
getting gangbanged when I go.  I then expect that they'll carry me to the
couch, lay me on my side and let my remaining electrical energy watch them
finish, before they deal with the fact that my cock will never be hard in
this dimensional plane again.

"Colin honey, how about you get in on this.  We wouldn't want you to feel
left out.  How about you kneel in front of them and enjoy yourself?  I'm
assuming you're okay being sexual with them."

"Perfectly okay," Colin nodded as he knelt in front of us.  He didn't even
need to be given instructions for the shots, as he naturally just reached
for J.P. and Jason's cocks to stroke them while he blew me.  I put my arms
around my brother's waists as we watched Colin on his knees in front of us.
Don't you just love family time?

"Don't do such a good job that you make them cum, sweet chid.  I would like
to see you make love to your husband while the other two watch you enter
him."

"I can do that," Colin grinned as he stood up.  Terrance was there at the
ready with lube.  That is something else I should get at home that I didn't
even know I needed.  A lube boy.  He just pops up when you're in need and
stays at the ready in case you need refreshing if the sex goes into
overtime.  I'd just yell out `lube me' and it'd be done.  No stopping the
rhythm to do it yourself.  I'm thinking we could hire that position pretty
cheaply with job benefits of letting the boy join in with someone once a
day.

I let my ass relax when I felt Terrance's lubed finger enter me. He rubbed
around in there for much longer than required to coat it in lube, but I
wasn't complaining.  He had a fat finger which felt pretty decent, so there
was no need to let him know I was properly lubed.  I turned my head to
watch him coat Colin's cock, which was just as thorough as my ass lubing.
He slowly moved Colin into position and rubbed his penis up and down my
crack.  Walter had been taking non-stop pictures throughout and really got
in close as the tip of Colin's penis began to enter me.  I still think
there's something incredibly amazing about being up close and watching the
head of a penis push its way inside someone.  That initial moment of
resistance, followed by the sphincter opening up to welcome the invader.
Then the sucking action as it's pulled inside and wraps around the base of
the mushroom head and lets the shaft glide the rest of the way, as if to
say come in and make yourself at home.  Walter must have captured every one
of those steps as he took continuous shots of the action.  Once Colin was
fully inside me, he paused as Walter gave us new instructions.

He had J.P. and Jason kneel on either side of me and watch the fuck take
place.  It didn't take much before I had one of them with his hand around
my erection, and the other with a hand on Colin's firm ass.  I know it's
firm as I hold it a lot!

"Colin, with these three boys around all the time, I don't know whether to
feel sorry for you, or envious," Walter said as he paused to watch me being
fucked.

"Why's that?"

"I'd not be able to tell the three of them apart, so I'd have to do all
three to make sure I didn't do the wrong one by accident.  I'd be so
exhausted all the time, I'd get nothing else done."

"Fortunately, when you live with all three, you quickly figure out who is
who by their mannerisms and personalities," Colin replied.

"Have they ever tried to trick you?"  Terrance asked.

"Sometimes.  I usually know, but it's not like I'm going to let on until
after I've had sex with him," he laughed.  "I'm gay, not stupid."

Oh how I miss the days of being in my 20's," Walter said almost sighing as
he and Terrance watched us have sex in front of them.  They repositioned us
again.  They left Colin in my ass, which was totally fine by me, but now I
was mostly upright, while J.P. and Jason were standing on either side of
me.  They leaned in lovingly, with one feeling my nipple and the other had
his head on my shoulder while he rubbed Colin's back.  These were great
shots and I'm sure we'll show plenty of people over time, we'll just make
sure they don't end up on some media sight once J.P. is an A-list
celebrity.  Well, I might if I go broke and need a few million dollars to
get me through the month.  I smiled to myself when Walter handed the camera
to Terrance and got on his knees on front of us.  The pictures began again
as we watched Walter suck each of us off in turn, while playing with the
other two.  Hey, at their age I'm sure sex with triplets is one of the last
things unchecked on their bucket list, so who are we to refuse that?

I admit I was pretty age-ist coming into this, but I can't really complain
about his blowjob skills.  He may not be 20, but he gives insanely good
head.  I'll be honest I can't imagine fucking him, but I wouldn't object to
letting him fuck me if he wanted.  I just wouldn't want it to be
missionary.  I think staring up at him while I got boned might ruin the
moment.  I'm still pretty shallow over who I find attractive, and I
wouldn't want to insult him by letting my face show it.  I'd take a doggy
style fuck for sure.  I like Walter and Terrance and I could hang out with
them no problem, as they would have so much to teach me about what it was
like to live back in the day.  Going to protests, being hit with tear gas
and water cannons.  Being beat with rubber hoses and locked up naked in a
tiny cell with 200 other protestors while cops spit on you.  Tied to a
flaming catapult and launched into a canyon.  Maybe that's how we got the
nickname flamers.  Or being tied to a pole in the market square as locals
threw tomatoes at you and dropped firewood at your feet.  That last one
might just be for witches.  But you get the idea.  You'd have been part of
something.  Something life changing over time.  You'd almost feel alive at
the prospect that you could make a difference.  At the moment the biggest
decision I have to make is what shoes to wear, and do they match my outfit.
Right now, being gay isn't really a big deal anymore.  At least not here
where I live.  Oh sure, there're pockets of insecure asshats out there,
like anywhere, but they're such a small minority that they get shut down
pretty fast.  I'm sure in some developing places like Iraq, Poland, or
Alabama, you could still be an integral part of the movement for equality.
I'd like to do something like that just to feel what it might have been
like.

I could make a sign.  Hmmm...  `I'm gay!  More girls for you...and we take
another guy with us.  Now you have a chance!'  Seems like a lot to read for
one sign.  How about `What are you worried about?  You're not anyone's type
anyway!'  `Unless we're dating, it's none of your business.'  `Yes, I'm a
cocksucker. What else you got?'

I think it'd make you feel alive to protest and fight the injustice,
especially if after all your hard work you saw change.  Maybe I'll go to
Australia and do an homage to Priscilla Queen of the Desert.  I'll get the
motor home, a giant frock and climb Ayer's rock.  Then I'd take pictures of
me as a cock in frock on a rock.  Love that line.  Not sure how that would
help the protest thing, but it'd feel like I was doing something
historical.  Plus who doesn't like a good cock on a rock story?

 I was brought back to reality as J.P. moaned and held me as he reached his
climax and filled Walter's mouth.  Guess I'm not the only one who likes his
skills.  Walter to proceeded to suck a load out of Jason and then me.  I
smiled when I saw Terrance take his pants off and slide into Colin while he
was inside me.  I'm thinking they've now totally forgotten about the
pictures.  This proves that even when you get old, hormones are still in
charge.  That's a comforting thought.  I always figured that by 40 you'd be
over it, so this was a good thing to learn today.  As long as you can get
down on your knees, you're gonna be useful.

We finally stopped, had showers and got dressed again.  They invited us to
stay for dinner, so of course we were happy to.  Terrance was an amazing
cook.  That's another thing I should learn from them.  I consider myself a
convenience chef.  If it's already in a box and pre-made, I'll happily warm
it up and say I cooked it.  It was almost a shame to leave and head home.
I actually had a ton of fun and was really excited to see how the sexpose
would turn out.  I think I'll refer to myself as sexpose-ey.  I could be
internet famous if this takes off.  Justin Masters king of all things
sexy...and his brothers, and Colin.  I'll work on my tag line.  Triple
J's...Masters of the Universe.  Except that might make J.P. feel bad, since
he's a Pelletier, not a Masters.

On the drive home, I looked at Colin with a big grin.  "What?"  he asked
curiously.

"Nothing.  I think Terrance likes you," I teased.

"That's not really a surprise.  I'm hot," he laughed.

"Yes. Yes you are.  Has he had you before?"

"Do I look like a feed me and fuck me guy?"  He said, looking like a feed
me and fuck me guy.

"Well, not from the left side, but from this angle..."  I joked.

"Just for the record," J.P. said from the back seat.  From here, you look
like a feed me and fuck me guy.  Just so you know."

"Thanks," he said shaking his head as he looked in the mirror to see
J.P. grinning.

"I've known Terrance and Walter for a while and they like the opportunity
to play with younger guys.  I've not resisted when they've taken the
opportunity to get me undressed.  I'm sure having the Triple J's in their
house will be a highlight for them though."

"Triple J's and YOU, all at once.  Surprised we weren't calling 9-1-1 by
the end."

"They have the pictures and video to relive the day, so I hope they keep
their phones handy."

I laughed.  "True.  I'm actually looking forward to seeing the show they
come up with.  If we're just one part of it, I'm looking forward to seeing
the other boys too."

"I'll give them a props.  They're damn good artists and know how to work a
crowd.  I have no doubt they'll make tons of money selling their work."

"They're gonna sell it?  Our banana penises could end up on some guy's
living room wall?"

"And the rest," he said nodding.

"That's pretty hot.  Some day, when I'm old I'll hear on the news that the
art work, now worth millions has been stolen from a museum in France.  The
Triple J collection has been the most sought after work for a generation."

"Oh brother!"  Colin laughed.  "More likely, you'll be thumbing through
prints at Value Village and find all your pictures in the 99 cent bin."

"Rude."

Now we just wait for Terrance and Walter to let us know when the show was
complete.  Personally, I'd offer to go over and help them with the
remaining shoots they had to do.  I could be the fluffer or oozing sex
collector.  I have a feeling Walter and Terrance might be fine handling
those jobs by themselves.  Ha! That was funny.  Handling `it' by
themselves.  I'd kill at a comedy club for gays.  Is that a thing?

Monday afternoon, I'd just gotten home and was getting ready to relax and
watch some online videos of stupid people doing stupid shit, when my phone
went off with the call display indicating it was Steve.  That's pretty
unusual as he normally texts when he wants something.  "Hey Steve.  What's
up?"

"Are you missing someone?"

"Awww...it's cute that you think I miss you...Uncle Steve!" I joked.

"Funny.  But I'm talking about a certain ten-year-old that showed up here a
few minutes ago."

"J.J. is over there?  I thought he was going to Quinn's after school."

"Claims he's homesick and wanted to hang out with Layne and me.  What do
you want me to do with him?"

"If you're okay with him being there, let him have some time with you, and
I'll come over in an hour and get him."

"He's always welcome here.  I just don't need Charles and Vanessa finding
out, or shit could really hit the fan if he's allowed here, and not at
their house."

"Well, we're sure not gonna tell them," I replied.  "Just make sure Layne
doesn't accidentally let it slip and we're fine."

"Layne knows the score.  I'll see you in an hour.  Come over sooner if you
want.  I'm fine with that too."

"Thanks, but let's give J.J. time to get over his homesickness.  This whole
transition is a marathon, not a sprint."

I got to Steve's place an hour later, as promised.  He greeted me at the
door and led me to the family room, where I couldn't help but smile at the
boys lying on large pillows on the floor playing video games together.  As
you'd expect at Steve's place, they weren't overly dressed, wearing only
their underwear.

J.J. looked over as he sensed us approach.  His smile quickly disappearing
as he realized it was me.  "Hi Justin.  Ummm...Quinn was busy so I came
over to visit Uncle Steve.  You're not gonna get mad and beat me, are you?"

I was going to laugh, but the look on his face was of seriousness and fear.
"I'm not mad at all, and I'd never ever hit you," I assured him, a bit
surprised that he'd even think that for a second.  "You just need to ask me
ahead of time if you're planning to go somewhere else."

"Oh.  Sorry.  I missed Layne and Uncle Steve, so I came to visit.  Blake
said I could call those car guys when I needed to go somewhere."

"He's right, as long as you let us know before you go anywhere.  Who's
winning your game?"  I asked trying to find a way to let him know I really
wasn't mad.

"Layne.  He always wins at the teenager games."

"Have a seat Justin," Steve offered, pointing to the couch directly behind
the boys.  He sat right beside me.  Any closer and he would have been on my
lap, which would be strange...because usually I'm on his.

"It's great to these those two little bums side by side again," Steve
grinned as we watched the boys taking on their video game.  He slid off the
couch and eased Layne's underwear down so that it hooked under the bottom
of his butt.  J.J. looked over and grinned.  Steve noticed and did the same
thing to him before returning to sit next to me.  "So cute.  It's a shame
they ever have to grow up."

"That's true.  Look at the drama," I laughed.  We watched their game for a
while and it was fun listening to them discussing it with each other.
Layne trying to help J.J. with advice, and J.J. insisting that he knew what
he was doing.  Steve seemed more interested in me than the game and it
didn't take him long before he had my shirt off and was playing with my
chest, and more specifically my nipples.  I jumped a couple times when he
pinched a little harder than I'd like.  He took that as a sign I was
enjoying myself, and it wasn't long before a hand reached down to grope my
crotch over my jeans.  He just smiled as he felt me up.  I'd reacted to his
other touching, so I was a little chubbed up.  Not fully raging, but enough
that the groping hand felt a very solid lump.  He licked his lips and
leaned in to suck on my tits as he continued to feel me up.  Then he paused
and slid back off the couch.

He inched up behind Layne and pulled his underwear the rest of the way off.
He then took Layne's legs by the ankles and spread them wide apart before
returning to the couch.  "That's better.  Seeing those beautiful balls
makes the view even nicer.  Just freshly smoothed as well.  Such a good
look for him."

J.J. looked over at Layne, grinned, and quickly pulled his own underwear
off.  He spread his own legs, lifting one over Layne's.  I guess when your
big brother does something, you feel the need to follow so that you're cool
too.

"Even better," Steve nodded.  "It's like a before and after picture," he
noted, as he reached over to unbuckle my belt and pop the top button on my
pants, and I let him, before commenting.

"I don't know if this is a good idea any more considering the change in
relationships."

"They're so focused on the game, they probably won't even notice, but I
think you need my cock up inside you before you leave today.  I would hate
to have you think of me as a bad host."

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that," I said, somewhat sarcastically.  I let him
unfasten my pants the rest of the way and remove them, along with my
underwear, leaving me as naked as the boys.  He put a hand on my leg to
pull my knees open, which gave him access to the vault.  That's where I
keep the family jewels.  He slid his hand up my leg and took hold of my
entire package as if he owned it, and began to stroke me.  I was going to
object as it didn't seem right to be doing this with the boys right in
front of us, but who was I kidding?  Once he got me hard, all reasoning
went out the window.

 "Couldn't you just grab those cheeks and eat those little asses for
hours?" He said as he stared at the two boys while enjoying my cock.

I was thinking that he was being rhetorical, but with Steve you usually
don't have to wait long to find out.  He had gotten me hard pretty fast,
which meant I was now thinking only about sex.  Not a stretch in thinking
with Layne's ass up in the air like that.

Steve looked at me and grinned.  "Always love that cock when it's excited.
Now we play," he said as he undressed quickly.  He grabbed the back of my
head and pulled it down to his hairy chest and clamped me onto a nipple.
"Yeah, that's the way, boy.  Suck that tit!"  He said, running his hand
down my back until he was tapping a finger at my ass crack.  I think I hear
opportunity knocking.  Come in!  I almost laughed to myself.  He pulled my
head to his other nipple for equal time on it, then pushed me down his
body.  I had no misgiving about what he wanted next, and to prove it, he
pushed his erection upright and moved it towards my face.  I licked the
head first, then went down on him.  He's hairier than I normally like, but
I can adapt.  I suppose if I were a gorilla, I'd find him pretty hairless
compared to other gorillas.  So that's how I'm dealing with this.  I'm a
gorilla.

I could handle Steve pretty easily.  He was barely six inches and I could
do that in my sleep.  In fact, I think I've done a lot bigger while
sleeping.  The farther I leaned over to go down on him, the farther the
hand went down my ass crack until it was rubbing around the pulsating
pucker.  The slippery sphincter.  The rewarding rosebud.  The enticing
entrance.  The lubed love tunnel.  I could keep going but you get the idea.
He was fingering my boy pussy, and I couldn't help but move around to
ensure he got better access.

He suddenly pulled my head off his cock and slid off the couch.  He got
between Layne's open legs, spread his cheeks wide and dropped his face into
the crack.  Layne pushed himself up onto his knees a bit to allow greater
access, but other than that he didn't miss a beat with his video game.
J.J. glanced over for a quick view, and I almost laughed when he shoved his
ass up as if it were him getting rimmed.  Steve only worked Layne's hole
for a couple minutes before he turned to me.

"Justin, come down here and take over.  I'm sure you've missed eating this.
Once you've got him nicely opened up, he's gonna need a good hard stuffing.
He hasn't had one yet today."

I was going to object but why bother?  We all know I'm going to do it
anyway.  If I wasn't interested, I wouldn't have let Steve strip me so
fast.  I no sooner was down behind Layne eating him out, than I felt a
lubed finger at my hole.  I did what all good gay boys do and relaxed my
ass to let the thick finger in easier.  He wasted no time fully inserting
it while using his other hand to fondle my package.  I suspected I was only
seconds away from being fucked, and braced for it when he finally pulled
his finger out.  When nothing happened, and instead I heard giggling beside
me, I looked over to see that Steve had J.J. by the hips lifted into the
air, and was licking his ass.

"It tickles Uncle Steve," he said between giggles.

"You just like my stubble, don't you?"

"Yeah, it's scratchy, which tickles more," he admitted.

I refocused on Layne's ass and felt underneath to grab his cock which was
not only still rock hard, but leaking precum fast.  He began humping my
hand as I worked on him.

"Do you have that lube handy?"  I asked Steve.  Yeah, I surrender.  I've
gotta fuck Layne.  His ass is like right there in front of me and he's
horny.  Would be pretty rude to just leave now.

He tossed it to me and I pulled Layne to his knees pushing his legs apart.
You gotta get the boy in the right position for that perfect entry.  Steve
went back to licking J.J.'s bum.  The way the boy was wiggling around, I'm
guessing he's having multiple dry orgasms, or whatever the ten-year-old
equivalent of that is.  I lubed up and shoved myself into Layne, as I'd
done many times previously, and gave him a good shafting.  He paused the
game, and pushed back to get the most out of it.  I felt him working his
ass in time with my thrusts, and while I was trying not to cum too fast,
Layne appeared to be doing the opposite.

"J.J., do you still like watching Layne have teenager time?"  Steve
inquired, as he ran his finger up and down the little crack.

"Yes.  Blake doesn't let me do that at his house so I kinda miss out on
stuff."

"Well crawl over and watch up close.  You've seen Justin screw your brother
up at the cabin before, and Layne loves that big penis stretching out his
hole.  Plus look at how hard Layne is.  He loves it, just like you will
when you're older."

"How old do you have to be to do this?"  J.J. asked as he crawled up beside
us.  I could feel his hot little breath on my penis as it thrust in and out
of Layne.

I was ready to answer 25, because clearly saying 16 didn't work for Blake.
It's like when you tell someone that 18 is the drinking age.  They hear
that it's okay to try it at 16, but raise the age to 21, and...well, yeah,
they still do it at 16.  Bad example.  At 14 they want to do adult things,
at 16 they finally get up the nerve to say fuck the system, and try it.  I
figure with a ten-year-old you say 25 and it's like another lifetime away,
so they'd stop asking.  A naïve thought, but in my psychology training,
it totally works.

"Once puberty hits, you'll be ready for more than you can do now.  Remember
we talked about how your testicles will drop, your penis gets larger and
you'll see hair above it."

"I remember," J.J. nodded.  "You showed me all that stuff on Layne,
remember?"

"I do.  Plus, you and Quinn are the same age so you could develop at the
same time, so you'd at least have a friend your age to experiment with when
you're curious.  I'm sure both Layne and Blake would teach you anything you
wanted to know as well."

"Probably not Blake.  He doesn't discuss older boy things with me like you
or Layne.  He just keeps telling me to be a kid for as long as I can.  He
said teenage stuff is complicated."

"He's right, but you gotta be ready to be a teenager when it hits, so
nothing wrong with asking questions and learning ahead of time.  I know
Blake is probably just being extra careful since you two are just getting
to know each other again."

J.J. shrugged.  "I guess."

I made a note to talk to Blake about what I'd just heard.  I mean he was on
the right approach with J.J., but he might need to be more open with him
when he gets questions.  Did everyone else just hear that?  I said Blake
needs to be more open.  Never thought that was ever a sentence I'd need.

I wasn't super comfortable with J.J. right there, so I picked up speed and
fucked Layne harder so I'd cum faster.  It worked as I was blasting my nut
juice into him just moments later, which caused Layne to also orgasm.

"Cool!"  J.J. exclaimed as he watched closely.  "I can't wait until I have
sperms."

"It'll happen soon enough little man.  Just keep jerking off when you get a
boner and your body will get the message that you're ready for more," Layne
advised as we both came down from our high.

"Layne, take J.J. up to the shower with you, while Justin and I clean up
down here," Steve suggested.

"Cool.  Thanks for the anal, Justin," Layne grinned as he stood up.

J.J. followed and then looked at me.  "Thanks for letting me watch Justin.
It was pretty cool.  I like seeing Layne happy."

Does this mean J.J. thinks Layne is only happy when he has a cock inside
him?  I guess I'll have to do more research to find out.  Looks like
there's a lot of cock in Layne's future.  The two boys raced upstairs and
Steve turned his attention to me.

"Your turn.  Lie on your back and let's breed that pussy of yours," he said
as he grabbed the lube and coated his erection.  He wasted no time at all
pulling both my legs tight against his chest with my feet sticking straight
up in the air past his head.  He pushed into me in one thrust and we were
off.  One had held my legs firmly in place while the other pulled and
pinched my nipples and played with my cock.  If I thought it would have
done any good, I would have told him that my cock was spent, but that would
only serve to encourage him.  He hammered me like a man on a mission and it
didn't take much before he was emptying himself inside me.  I let him come
down from the climax and pull out before I moved.

"You're always a good lay, Justin."

"Thanks."

"I mean it.  While it's fun to teach the younger guys some of the
techniques of sex, it's nice to have someone that knows what he's doing
once in a while.  I appreciate being able to use your body and your
skills."

"Anytime," I grinned as I sat up.  Really?  I just said anytime?  I didn't
actually mean that.  What is wrong with me today?  First Blake needs to be
more open, now inviting Steve to use me `anytime'.  Neither of those are
gonna end well.  Just his hairy chest rubbing me like sandpaper was enough
of a reason not to do it `anytime'.

"You want to take a shower before you leave?"

"I'll just use the toilet.  Can't have cum leaking out of me all the way
home.  Thanks."

"You know where it is.  I'll go check on the boys and make sure it hasn't
turned into some crazy water fight up there."

I headed off to the lower floor bathroom wondering if there was some hanky
panky going on upstairs already between the `brothers'.  I learned `hanky
panky' from my grandparents.  It seems fitting.  We really gotta work on
bringing back some of the old words and phrases that have been all but
forgotten.  Maybe I'll become an influencer and that'll be my thing.
Challenging other Tik Tokkers to spread the phrase of the week.  `Fetch'
may not happen, but I'm damn sure going to get hanky panky back on the
list.  Throttlebottom is one of my favorites that I might start with.  This
is not a power bottom who ramps up as he gets going, nor is it a top who
plows hard and fast.  Surprisingly it's dishonest politician, or public
figure.  Basically, either way, it's got to do with an asshole, so it could
make a comeback.

A perfect one right now though is Trumpery.  It's a real word look it up,
and it's totally modern...for being an old word.  It means...and are you
sitting down for this?... `worthless nonsense.'  HA!  Boy, someone famous
we know is named perfectly.  Various definitions also include; foolish talk
or actions; something showy, but worthless; deception, trickery or fraud.
You get the idea.  I'd also like to bring back entire sayings.  Like `I'd
give that boy several good lickings if I were in charge of him'.  I'd be
happy doing that.  Cruisin' for a bruisin' is one that we shouldn't lose.
The same as ankle-biters.  That's just too cute to let die off.  I don't
want to tell you all of them as I wouldn't want you to `steal my thunder'.
I realize that some of this makes me `sound like a broken record'.  Damn
it, that's two more I let leak out.  I need to `keep my trap shut'.  I'm
out...mic drop.

I cleaned up in the bathroom and by the time I returned the others were
back in the living room.  J.J. was gathering up his clothes to get dressed
and I quickly jumped into mine.  We said our goodbyes to Layne and Steve,
and headed out.

"Are you mad at me for going to see Uncle Steve and Layne?"  J.J. asked
quietly on the ride home.

"Of course not.  I just need you to remember to let us know where you're
going if your plans change.  We always want to make sure you're safe."

"Okay, sorry.  I promise."

"That's all we can ask for, J.J.  Did you and Layne have a good time
playing the video games?"

"Yeah, but he never lets me win.  He says I'd never learn how to get better
if he didn't try his hardest.  Blake lets me win sometimes.  I'm not sure
if he does it on purpose, or if he just isn't good at some of the games.  I
don't ask because I like it when I beat him.  He's doesn't mind either.
Layne gets upset if people beat him."

My mind wandered off for a few seconds.  I never heard Layne complain once
when I've beat him.  Of course we didn't have a video game anywhere.  Just
the basics; a hand and a penis.

Colin, Blake and I made a point of spending time with J.J. for the rest of
the night.  It went from watching some TV shows to playing some crazy game
where you held your phone up to your head and had to give the guy clues as
to what he was.  J.J. was pretty good at both giving clues and guessing.  I
think it made him extra excited.

"Would you read me a story tonight?"  J.J. asked sweetly after he was told
it was bedtime and we'd headed to his room.  How could you refuse?

"Sure.  How about you get ready for bed and I'll read to you," I offered.
He quickly pulled his clothes off and jumped into bed in his underwear.
"Nice try, mister," I smiled.  "Let's go brush teeth and take a pee."

"Do I need a shower too?"

"Not required as you had one at your uncle Steve's, but if you want one, go
for it."  You never want to stop a boy from showering, especially when they
get to be teenagers.  That smell would make skunks ask what's up.

"No, I'm okay," he said as he trudged across his room to the bathroom.  I'm
not sure he brushed all his teeth as he was back pretty fast, and crawled
under the covers.

"Okay, story time," I said as I sat on the bed beside him.  "Ever since I
was a kid, I wanted to join something like a secret club, so when my best
friend flew into my room to tell me that we had been tapped by the `Q', I
should have asked more questions.

I have always been small for my age and I keep hoping that I'm still
growing. To look at me you wouldn't think I was graduating High School,
you'd think I was maybe graduating Junior High.  I was 5'7" and about
125lbs..."

"What story is this?" J.J. asked, stopping me just before the good parts
began.

"It's called The Society Boys."

"Oh.  Never heard of it.  What kind of story is it?"

"Mmmm, mostly a fairy tale.  Lots of Queens."

"Sounds dumb.  Do you have a story with dragons?"  He asked.  So much for
teaching him the classics.  I grabbed the Loneliest Dragon and read part of
that instead.

If he'd let me read The Society boys, it could keep him entertained for
years.  I mean it is just over 10,000 pages long, so that could take a
while.  `This self-promoting ad is brought to you by `Super Lube.'  A self
warming long lasting personal lubricant that will allow you to enjoy hours
of reading fun.  Call now and receive a one litre bottle for just $19.95,
but wait, that's not all.  Call in the next 5 minutes and we'll double that
order.  That's right two one-litre bottles of Super Lube for just $19.95
plus shipping and handling.  The first 100 people to call in will get an
additional bonus.  We'll send along someone to show you how to properly
apply and use Super Lube.  Extra handling included.'

J.J. fell asleep while I read him the dragon tale, which was actually
pretty good.  It was more of an older kid book.  Not the simple tale that
you'd read a toddler, but not the fire breathing, hacking and slashing type
that a teenager might enjoy.  I actually lay beside J.J. and finished the
story before I kissed his head and left him to sleep.  Now for the record,
if he'd let me read him The Society Boys tale, he'd not have fallen asleep
once.  It's a gripping tale full of drama.  Speaking of drama, I need to
find Blake.

He was right where I'd left him on the couch, so I filled him and Colin in
on what I'd learned from J.J. over at Steve's.  I left out the part about
the sex stuff, but did advise Blake to be honest answering J.J.'s
questions.

"Remember, he's ten now, not the little seven-year-old you last saw.  Think
how you were when you were ten.  Asking questions about everything, wanting
to be a teenager more than anything.  J.J. is on that ledge now, ready to
jump into puberty, and he's currently looking to Layne for that advice."

"I know I have to do better.  I mean I tell James tons of stuff, but
somehow I can't do the same thing with J.J.  I mean he's my kid brother, so
it's sort of weird answering tough questions, especially when it's about
bodies, or sex related."

"Yet, you're the one person uniquely qualified to help him.  Not just
because you're his real brother, but because you're not shy or reserved
about these things.  If he doesn't get the answers he needs at home, he's
going to get them someplace else.  Could be at Steve's, could be at school
with friends, or he might go home with a stranger in a white panel van."

"Justin!"  Colin laughed.  "Jesus."

"No need to call me Jesus as long as you continue to worship me," I
smirked.  "Just saying, that the more information he has, the easier it'll
be for him to make the right decisions when the time comes."

"I've already told him how to deal with his boners, and not to worry about
them when they happen.  He says kids at school tease each other all the
time.  Told him how to handle that and he seemed happy."

"What did you tell him to do exactly...with the school teasing I mean," I
said to clarify I didn't need to know how to physically handle the boner.

"I told him when some guy points out someone's boner, just to ask him if
he'd enjoy it when his is pointed out. Oh, and to throw in something like,
anytime you want to show who's bigger, just whip it out and we'll see who
is laughing after that.  My baby bro is gonna be as big as me.  That
pre-puberty penis is already larger than his friends, so he can brag, no
problem.  I told J.J. to just own the bone and make a point of saying that
only mature guys get boners.  Little kids don't."

"That's not exactly true," Colin added.

"I know that, and so does J.J.  So will the kid doing the teasing.  Then
he'll say I'm mature I get boners all the time.  Then you turn it around
and laugh at him saying `you get boners all the time!'  and then laugh
harder.  Totally works and shuts it down."

"I'm not sure that's the best approach," I advised trying to think of a
better one.

"But it works.  He just needs to be confident.  The second you let some
asshole pick on you or affect you with teasing and bullying, you'll be a
target. Shut that shit down at first appearance, and you'll be fine.
That's what I wanna teach him.  I'm thinking he'll probably want to join
karate with me when he starts to feel like this is home finally."

"There's no harm in asking him if he's interested in going with you.  Maybe
there's something else you could involve him with.  Maybe he'd like to
learn diving, or take up wrestling.  All things you could help him with."

"True.  Not sure about wrestling.  That's kind of a gay sport and until he
knows his sexuality we shouldn't push that one until he's older.  Last
thing I need is him losing matches and being fucked constantly."

"You do know that not all wrestling ends in fucking your opponent, right?"
Colin said quickly.

"Uhhh...yeah! But the good wrestling does," he chuckled.

"I'll work on trying to be a better big brother.  I just wish he'd get his
memories back so that we had something more to talk about.  I really want
him to remember me."

"We all want that, Blake, and I think getting Snuggles for him was a really
nice thing you did.  Nothing will start him down the road to recovery more
than powerful items like that."

"What if it triggers some super horrific memory?  I'd be responsible for
causing that."

"No, you wouldn't.  The memories are in his head, we just need to get him
to access them.  No matter what affect it has on him, they need to come out
sooner rather than later.  Last thing he needs is to be 20 and have some
memory flood back and hit him like a freight train.  Better we get to them
now and help him while he's young.  It'll be easier to guide him through it
all.  An adult mind is more resistant to change and will want to justify
and quantify each thought."

Blake leaned over to hug me.  "I'm glad you became a therapist.  It's gonna
really help J.J. isn't it?"

"I hope so, but for now, we just take things one day at a time.  You talk
about your time together, we'll make sure he has a stable and loving home
where he's safe, and when shit happens, we're all there together."

"Cool.  He really gets along well with James, Trevor and Travis.  Almost
better than me."

"I'm sure that has a lot to do with this whole situation.  When he's around
you, he knows there's a gap of information missing that we're all trying to
get to, so it's possible he's feeling apprehensive about disappointing you,
which would put up a small barrier.  With the other kids, he can just be
J.J. as they don't know the John or Jimmy that he's been."

"That makes sense.  I can use that," Blake nodded.

"Use it how?"  I asked to be sure he wasn't thinking some wild Blake
thought.

"I figure that it's good to talk about the past to try and wake up his
brain, but maybe it's more important to make new memories as brothers
again.  Maybe I need to do just exactly what you said and take with me to
more stuff.  Like shit he can't do with Layne or Steve."

"Don't overcompensate though.  You risk falling into the trap of trying to
bribe him into being around you.  I agree with involving him, just don't do
things so outrageous that you've got nowhere left to go when you've
exhausted those things."

"I think I know what you mean.  Like don't let him fly the jet to Toronto,
maybe just let him see inside it at first."

"Sure, something like that.  Or go to a movie together and be kids at it.
Show him what teenagers do so that he has something to look up to, and no,
I'm not talking about sex.  I'm referring to how teenagers talk and
act. Things they do that are more grown up than a pre-teen.  Like the type
of movies you watch, the type of video games you play, and involve him.
Language & slang that you use.  Those things are how you can bond with him
again."

"Were you and Jason like that?" he asked.

"Sort of, but it was different for us.  Being twins at that point, we
learned things at the same time.  Usually he'd find something out and tell
me about it, and vice versa.  We had a lot of the same friends so things
that one knew, we all ended up knowing."

"Except for sex," Blake grinned.  "Uncle Jason said you were a slow
learner."

"Oh he did, huh?  I was only a slow learner because he never told me what
he'd earned about sex until we were 16.  It took him two years to pass on
that information.  Fucker told me about Santa Claus not being real 15
seconds after he learned it.  I would have been perfectly fine with the
information reversed."

"You're on the right track, Blake," Colin interjected.  "Create new
memories together and be the brother he needs, we'll help direct the memory
recovery operations."

"Like a black ops mission, into the blackness of his mind.  A black site,"
Blake said nodding.

"Stop saying black," I chuckled.  "Avoid trying to pressure him to remember
things.  I know there's a tendency to say, `you remember when we did that
together?'  He'll find that stressful that he's perhaps disappointing you
in some way, which could throw up a small barrier now and then."

"Good advice," Colin agreed.  "It might be better to say it in a way that
doesn't require he respond until he's ready.  Something like `That was
something we loved doing, or wow, I'd forgotten that we enjoyed that.  Make
him feel like it's something, but not to worry about."

"Cool. I still think we could hit him with a brick and see if that works,
or take him to a hypnotist.  We could get his memories back and turn him
into a rooster whenever we wanted."

"We were going to take you to one so you'd not know what sex was, and have
no idea how to get an erection.  Seems like it could solve a lot of
problems," I joked.

"That would be cruel.  You could be charged with teenager abuse.  Oh, and
since we're talking...you still owe me 250 bucks for babysitting myself.
You still have no idea how hazardous that was.  I barely survived the
night."

"Now you know how we feel," Colin replied giving him a light hearted punch
on the shoulder.  "Your allowance should have dropped into your bank
account yesterday, so you shouldn't be short of money."

"It did. I got the alert as soon as it went in.  Thanks.  I'm not short of
money, I have tons.  Just thought you needed the reminder that babysitting
is dangerous work with a kid like me."

"No reminder needed.  Did you finish your homework?"

"Not yet.  I was waiting until J.J. went to bed so it wouldn't cut into the
time we were spending together.  I guess I'll say goodnight and go do it."
He gave each of us a kiss and headed up to bed.

"You think it'll be as hazardous with the second kid?"  I joked as Colin
and I snuggled together on the couch.

"Guess we'll find out, but Blake is good practice to get it right the
second time," Colin commented.  I didn't reply. We watched a movie and went
up to bed where I think Colin tried to make a third kid with me.




End of Chapter.

J.J. just needs to get his memories back so we'll work on that.  I'm liking
the brick to the head scenario, but it's probably controversial.  There's a
boat show, naked yoga and a sexpose thing to attend in the future.
Hopefully the boys have time to fit that all in.  Stay tuned to find out.
Wonder if Harris is gay?  Just throwing that out there.

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