Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2022 18:19:37 -0800
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Chapter 193

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 193

It was a couple weeks later that the Triple J's and Colin were invited over
to Mr. Castlethwaite's home for the unveiling of our collection that he'd
boughten.  Yeah, boughten is a word.  It's not, but we're going to make it
one.  If fetch can happen, so can boughten.

Brenton, as he insisted we call him, had us arrive early to give us a sneak
peek at the displayed collection.  It's a bit surreal being in a room of
nothing but pictures of yourself. You'd think I'd be used to it having two
identical brothers, but this was that, times one hundred.  I was somewhat
impressed that he added real props to the room.  The Roman style sofa,
under the picture of Colin as a slave boy, with J.P. on the bench with
Jason and I fanning and feed him grapes.  The three frames we'd used for
the mirror reflection picture were there, as was the ladder and drop cloth
from the painting one we did.  I'm guessing Brenton had bought all the
props from Walter and Terrance to enhance the displays.  I gave a bit of a
chuckle when I saw the collar on floor below the Roman couch.  This is the
one we'd used on Colin.

"Remember when we used to own you?"  I teased as I hugged my husband.

"I remember I never got any of those grapes," he replied.

Brenton gave us his plan for the evening which was for us to recreate some
of the shots in the pictures.  He assured us that we wouldn't have to do
the paint one though, and the `mirror' frames wouldn't require us to be in
the water.  Although the reflection of the water seemed to really enhance
the mirror illusion.  He did ask that we wear some very small thongs to
show off the same amount of sexy as the art.  To start the evening, he'd
have us wearing loosely draped togas, which we'd lose at some point.  I
wondered at what point we'd be losing the thongs too.  He offered to let us
spend the night, and said he'd happily pay us a modelling fee if we'd be
interested in creating a sexy scene where the triplets ravaged Colin and
had actual sex with him.  He asked a lot less bluntly than that, but it was
clear what he wanted.

"Great another night of being used by the horny three," Colin said shaking
his head, trying not to smirk.  "Will this nightmare never end?"

"You never had it so good," Jason said as he put his arm around Colin.
"Like you said yesterday, I was the original and I shouldn't tell my
brothers that the original is always better than copies."

"Please, everyone knows that 2.0 is an improvement over 1.0." I countered.

"What does that say about 3.0 then?"  J.P. added.

"That they ran out of original ideas, and kept doing the same thing over
and over again.  Hoping to get the same hype back as the first
incantation," Jason said quickly.

We told Brenton we'd discuss it and let him know.  I mean it's not like we
all hadn't ravaged Colin before, like a lot, but would it be hotter, or
just creepy, doing it in front of an old guy who would obviously be getting
off from it.  I guess we'll figure that out as the night goes on.  He took
us to the bedroom to show us the outfits for the evening.

"Please try these on to make sure they fit properly.  I believe I got the
right size, but let's be sure," Brenton said as he pointed to the togas,
and things laid out on the bed.  The thongs for the Triple J's were in
shiny gold, whereas the one for Colin was the same, only in blue.  We'd
look like strippers, but with the togas to fasten over them, it classed it
up a bit.  Since it appeared that Mr. Castlethwaite had no intention of
leaving as we tried the thongs for sizing, we stripped in front of him.
Almost the second we were naked, he paused us.

"It's remarkable how identical you are.  Normally there'd be telltale marks
or differences to tell you apart, but if you boys have them, it's
impossible to see without a magnifying glass."

"That how we find Justin's penis," J.P. joked.

"Dude, he just said we're identical. I-den-ti-cal.  Think about that when
you insult me," I replied.  "We'd also need the magnifying glass to find
your penis."

Jason laughed.  "You two idiots just insulted yourselves.  Personally, I
don't need the magnifying glass, I just ask people to stand back so I don't
hurt them with this thing gets loose."

"You boys have a great sense of humour, and I'm simply blown away by how
stunning you are.  I'd love to commission an all-nude series if you're ever
interested.  Colin, you are magnificent as well.  You're a work of art all
by yourself."

"Thanks," Colin replied as Castlethwaite circled us like we were prey.

"I'd love to have you boys on a pedestal as the centerpiece of my entire
collection," he said as his hands rubbed our bodies, getting a good feel
for them.

Is anyone else getting creepy serial killer rapist vibes, or is it just me?

He let us get dressed, and helped us drape the togas properly.  I have to
admit, it was a good look when finished, but we didn't leave much to the
imagination as the toga material was very sheer, making it see-through.
Our bodies were fully on display, similar to the art work, which I'm
guessing was the point.

As the guests arrived, they almost instantly began comparing us to the
artwork.  I'm pretty sure some of them forgot there even was artwork there.
I think most were fascinated by the fact that the three of us were so
identical, and I heard more than one comment about how they thought the
model in photographs was only one person being photoshopped, but now that
they'd seen us in person, it added more intrigue to the collection.

About an hour after the party had gotten underway, Brenton came up to us
and flipped the edge of the togas off our shoulders to let them drop to the
floor.  We were now only in our thongs.  Not even shoes, just thongs. It
wasn't long before the three of us were being lined up side by side for
people to compare us with each other, and more than once.  A lot.  I had
more hands on me than chocolate at Willy Wonka's.

One of the women came up to me with a drink in hand.  "Darling, you are a
very beautiful man," she gushed as she looked me over thoroughly with
obvious passion.  Her free hand reached up and touched my chest, then she
ran her long fingernails down my chest and over my abs, stopping just at
the top of my thong.  I was like being touched by Wolverine, except his
claws weren't as long, or as sharp.  When she turned her hand over and ran
those claws between my legs, and up over my thong covered balls, I'm pretty
sure I've never felt my balls retract as fast as they did.  Even without my
warning, my testicles were smart enough to know you don't let Wolverine
claws near your family jewels.

"I do love your work.  You are the essence of perfect masculinity," she
said as she moved slightly to the side, dragging her skin filleting fingers
with her until they were squeezing my ass.  Boy is she gonna be
disappointed at the `perfect masculinity' comment when she finds out I'm
gay.  Although in full disclosure, if sex is part of masculinity, then
yeah, I could perfect the crap out of that.  She snapped the strap of the
thong going down my ass crack and then slapped my cheek, before moving on
to Jason, who was standing near me.  Not sure what that was all about.
Maybe she's looking for a reaction from one of us to see who's most
interested in her.  Boy is she gonna be disappointed when none of us even
acknowledge her antics.

Brenton had us recreate the different scenes for his guests and they loved
it, especially when we got the look exactly the same as the pictures.  I
think it added 3D realism to the 2 dimensional world.  We had fun
recreating it as well.  Colin was as popular as we were, and I saw plenty
of people, male and female, standing beside him with an arm around his
waist, or touching his ass.  I mean as triplets we'd be a novelty act even
if we were much uglier, but Colin was alluring and sexual all on his own.
He could draw people to him from across a room, even if he were wearing a
torn dirty garbage bag, and smelled like onions.  I still get goosebumps
when I see him being all sexy in front of people.  I saw one woman slide
her hand inside his thong, but he politely just removed it while smiling at
her.

I guess punching her in the boobs at a party like this, or kneeing her in
the pussy, wouldn't be right.  I wonder if it hurts women if they get
kicked in the groin like it does with a guy?  I know you're technically not
supposed to hit women, but I say fuck it.  I'm a huge advocate for equal
rights as long as they're truly equal.  If I can punch a guy for being a
douche, I can punch a girl for it too.  Equality baby.  Like the woman I
saw at store not long ago.  She had her hands full, struggling to open the
door, so a man walked up to hold it open for her.  Instead of saying thanks
like every normal human being, she looked at him and said `I don't need a
man to hold a door open for me.'  He just shrugged and let the door go,
leaving her to struggle.  She then yelled at him, calling him an asshole.
Fuck me, which do you want?  I have the same issue when I say Ma'am or
madam, miss, or ms., to a woman.  I have no idea which to use, and they
almost always correct you.  I asked one lady what I should say and she said
to call her Lisa.  I've been using that ever since, and it sure stops women
from correcting me.  I now just get strange looks.  I dunno what they want.
At least I'm not calling all of them Karen.

J.P. walked up beside me with a drink in hand.  "You getting as much
attention as I am?"

"Probably," I nodded.

"Anything interesting happen yet?"

"Like what?"  I said giving him a slight furled brow.

"Nothing.  Just curious."

"Yeah right.  What interesting thing happened?"

"Brenton took me into the back bedroom with one of his guests early on," he
revealed.

"Oh yeah?  Get a little action with an octogenarian, did you?"

"Shut up," he said as he took another drink.  "Brenton basically wanted to
show me off as he dropped my toga to let his friend check me out.  Then he
asked the guy if he wanted to see more, and lowered my thong.  The guy
suddenly had more hands than a humanitarian relief effort.  He even dropped
and sucked me off until I was hard."

I laughed.  "Dude, seriously?  You got hard from some super old guy sucking
your dick.  How'd you get him back to his feet, or is he still there?"

"Again, shut up," J.P. laughed.  "That's not the interesting part.  Brenton
asked the guy if he figured his wife would actually like me."

"His wife?"

"Yeah, apparently he wants a guy with a big dick to fuck his wife, while he
watches."

"He just sucked your dick.  I doubt he's just going to watch."

"That's what I thought, but he said he'd give me $5,000 to spend the night
with her and give her an orgasm.  Sounds like Viagra doesn't work at his
age.  He assured me he wouldn't be an active part of it, except to watch.
He even showed me a picture of his wife.  She's way younger than he is,
like maybe 40 or something.  Hard to tell with women as makeup does a lot
for them."

"Are you considering it?"  I asked surprised.

"It is $5,000.  Not like I couldn't use the money," he reasoned.

I stared at him.  "J.P., if you need..."

He held up his hand.  "Stop.  I know what you're going to say, and you know
I don't want to take money."

"I know, but it's there if you need it.  You definitely don't need to do
something that you don't enjoy to earn it."

"Thanks."

The night finally came to an end.  At least the formal part of it.  I had
more hugs and kisses during the goodbye than I've had in the past year, and
my ass was groped so much I won't need glute day this week.  I was
genuinely surprised that we hadn't been stripped to do something sexual for
them all, but we'd only had to put up with pats, gropes, and Miss
Scissorfingers.  I learned later that Colin had had one of the old guys
follow him into the bathroom to hold his penis while he tinkled.  Trust me,
he said tinkled.  I'd swear to in in kangaroo court.

J.P. declined the offer to fuck the guy's wife, but he said that it sounded
like the guy wasn't about to give up that easily as he gave him his card.
Brenton repeated his invitation for all of us to spend the night, but we
declined, using the kids at home as an excuse to leave.  Apparently, there
are times when kids do come in handy.  First, they're good for chores, like
dishes, emptying the garbage, and mowing lawns.  Now they get you out of
all-night events...if you want to get out of all-night events.

We did let Brenton convince us to shower before we left, and he graciously
took us in one at a time to show us how the shower worked, and to help wash
our backs.  That was nice of him because I have no idea how a shower works
in this new high tech world of indoor plumbing.  He not only washed my
back, but my penis and balls too.  He reasoned that I must have lots of
built up sexual energy from being adored so much this evening, and gently
stroked me, while thumbing my ass until I came.  I'm pretty sure he did
that to all four of us.  Colin showered last, and told me when we got home
that Mr. Castlethwaite got in the shower and proceeded to fuck him, while
he masturbated the sexual tension out.  I guess we weren't the only ones
with built up sexual energy.  I actually had fun being the exclusive
subject of an art party.  It wasn't like going to a `Q' party where sex is
always the main event.  This was more sexy.  I think it would have turned
into an orgy if any of the guests were my type, but I'm still glad we went.

Once we said goodnight to the guys, Colin and I headed to our bedroom for
some long overdue sleep.  We stopped as we entered the room and smiled.
Blake was asleep in the middle of our bed.  "Guess you're not getting laid
tonight, honey," I whispered.

"I'm pretty sure Blake in our bed won't stop you," he whispered back.

"It might, considering he's sprawled out dead centre," I commented as we
left our clothes on the nearest chair.  We both got into bed from either
side, leaned over Blake to kiss each other goodnight, and fell asleep.
Blake never stirred until morning.

When he did wake up, he backed up against me to cuddle.  He took hold of my
penis and sandwiched it between his legs, but I pulled it back and flicked
him on the ass.  He giggled, and then went back to sleep.

The next time I woke up was during an earthquake dream.  It must have been
a pretty strong dream, because it had also woken Colin up.  Blake was lying
on his back with the covers down, causing the earthquake effect.

"Blake, we're trying to sleep," Colin criticized.

"I'm trying to be quiet," he responded.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead, before reaching out to grab one of
his nipples and pinch it.  He moaned, and lifted his ass off the bed a
little.

"It's not the noise.  It's that you're shaking the bed," Colin clarified.

"I'm almost done.  You gotta handle the bone when it wakes you up," he
reasoned.  "If I were getting fucked, I'd have been done already...hint,
hint."  He bent his knees as if it would prove his point.  I reached under
his leg and grabbed hold of his balls and pulled.  "Oh, fuck yeah," he
gasped, and in less than five seconds, his load was all over him, and he
kept going as if there might be a second wave.

"I think you're done.  Now can we get some sleep?"  Colin said as he
reached for the box of tissues.

"Who's stopping you?"  Blake grinned as he wiped himself clean, tossed the
dirty tissues over us onto the floor, and gave Colin the box back.  He
pulled the cover back over himself, and turned onto his side.  "`Night."

I looked at Colin who just quietly said, "He's your son."

Not sure if that's an insult or a compliment.  Guess I'll take it as a
compliment regardless of how it was meant.

Once the day got underway, Colin said that he'd have a surprise for all of
us later, which got everyone pestering him as to what it might be.  I
wonder if anyone realises that if he tells us now, it won't actually be a
surprise later?

"What's the big secret?"  I asked, joining in with everyone else.  Never
said I wasn't up for ruining a surprise.

He just kept quiet, and repeated that we should just all meet at dinner
time.  Have you ever noticed that when you're eagerly awaiting something,
time slows down to a basic crawl, but when it's time for the dentist, the
time goes by so fast you wonder if someone's screwing with you?

"Time for the big unveiling," Colin announced as he arrived after gathering
all of us in the great room.  The big moment was here.  It could be a small
moment too.  Not sure, as there were no real trailers for this surprise.

"Go for it," Troy laughed as he began humming stripper music.  "Duh nuh nuh
nuh, da nuh nuh nuh..."

"Not that kind of unveiling.  The garage and guest house are done."

"Oh, fun, but not AS fun," Troy shrugged.

Apart from the entire family, Patrick and Kurt had joined us as well.  I
think that only makes sense since Kurt will be the one working out there
the most.  We headed out the main door of the house, and stood in the
driveway.  The landscapers had finished up outside the guest house, making
it look like it had always been part of the property.

Colin opened all the garage doors at the same time, which was a pretty cool
effect as it showed just how spacious the new garage was.  There were six
big doors, three on our side, and three on Jason/Alex's side, and once
fully open, made the garage look more like a carport.  The electric cars
were all plugged into the charging ports located throughout the garage, and
the Powerwall was along the right side wall.  One of the first things I
noticed after how big it was, was the car elevator.  It was obviously still
in the same place to allow access to the lower garage, but now the wall
around it had been removed and replaced with a railing.  I learned that the
back of it could open so that cars could be reversed into the main garage
now, instead of only being able to drive forward like before.

"The roof of both new buildings are solar tiles, which are connected to the
Powerwall.  Any excess electricity we make is sold back to the grid, and
used as a rebate on our main electrical bill."

"That's cool.  Would it be worth doing the main houses as well?  Alex
inquired.

"I wanted to see how well this works first, but I think that'll be the
ultimate goal in the end," Colin acknowledged.  We all moved inside to get
a better look at the rest of it.

There was a mezzanine level along the left side with a glass railing to
allow anyone to look out over the entire garage.  A small office had been
built under the mezzanine in the back corner, which Colin explained was for
Kurt to keep track of all the maintenance and car information.

On the floor beside the office was big hole with two ramps over it like
you'd see at one of those oil change places. A set of stairs allowed you to
go down into it.  Kurt explained that it would allow cars to be worked on
without needing to hoist them up.  He even showed us four pivoting arms
that would allow him to raise the cars up slightly to change or rotate
tires when required.  This all looked pretty high tech and had really been
thought out.  A wall of metal cupboards and drawers contained a shit ton of
tools, including an air compressor and assorted tools to hook to it.  I
wonder if there's an attachment tool that would blow the dirt out of my
laptop keyboard.  That could be handy.

On one of the front walls, there was a high security lock box for all the
keys and transponders for the cars.  It was linked to the computer so that
when you took a key, it reported it, and a notification could be sent to
your phone if you wanted.  Sounds like Colin is getting prepared for Blake
to turn 16.  No way the kid is sneaking a car out now.  With GPS tracking
and key warning alarms, I'd say our cars are pretty safe.  All that's
missing is a level 10 force field.  I'll bet we're working on it.

We made our way upstairs to the mezzanine area, and Troy was the first to
be impressed.  "Holy shit.  This is fire.  Why'd you build it though?"  He
asked Colin.

"I figured it would make a nice place to view the cars.  If we ever had a
show or anything, we'd be able to host up here and look down on all the
cars.  Otherwise, it's a nice lounge with big screen TV, fridge for drinks,
and a small kitchen area with sink and microwave."

There was also a bathroom/shower area to get cleaned up if you've been
working on the cars, and some good size storage cupboards.  They were
mainly for camping gear, things for the boat, and other assorted sports.
The black leather couch and chairs were really comfortable, and set up so
we could look out into the garage.  It's like a small apartment with a
really big garage attached.

"Kurt was part of the design process, and as our official transportation
manager, this facility and everything in it, is in his care.  The look on
Kurt's face really said it all.  He was super proud of the entire place, as
he should be.

"Should we go check out the guest house next?"  Colin suggested.

Similar to the main houses, there was a door from the garage into the guest
house.  As everyone made their way down the stairs from the mezzanine, Kurt
was still standing looking out over the expanse of the garage.

"Nicely designed Kurt," I said patting him on the back. "I wouldn't even
want to work on cars and mess things up."

He just smiled.  "Don't worry, I'm gonna keep this place sparkling."

"I'm sure.  Of course, we'll need to christen this place at some point.
I'm thinking right here over the railing might be appropriate for a
`railing'."

"A few years ago, that comment probably would have shocked me, now I'm just
shocked it took you so long to suggest it," he said with a small smile, as
we made our way to the stairs.  "Just in case it ever actually clicks, I'm
still straight."

"Good to know, but I still believe `straight' is just a myth.  Something
that's fun to imagine, but not real," I teased.

"I've noticed."

"Let me ask you something seriously though, Kurt.  Do you actually like it
when I fuck you, or are you only doing it because you're worried you'd get
fired if you didn't?  Honest answer only."

"I'm not worried that you'd fire me.  I think I know you better than that.
I wasn't sure how to deal with you guys at all when we first met you, but I
got used to it.  The first time you actually fucked me, I hated it and
almost left, but Patrick convinced me to stay.  He's actually the one that
gave me tips on how to make getting fucked easier.  After that, it got much
better.  Now, in sort of an unexplained bizarre way, when you push my
shorts down and I know I'm about to get it, my whole body tingles.  I
actually have you to thank for my current girlfriend."

"How's that?"

"If I hadn't been fucked before, I never would have hooked up with a trans
girl.  I'm thinking if I'd been me of a few years ago, it would probably
have repulsed me.  Now I couldn't be happier."

"Hey, the design engineers knew what they were doing when they put the
g-spot in our ass.  If we weren't meant to have a dick up there, they'd
have put it in our balls."

Before I met you, I'd have argued that point to the death, but now that
I've experienced it, I agree 100%.  Of course the same can be said about
the design of cucumbers and carrots.  If they weren't meant to hit our
g-spot they wouldn't be that shape."

"Well, be sure to tell your friends if they wish to save on the grocery
bill, bring their asses over here and I'll happily provide a substitute for
them."

"I know a few guys that are a little curious about it.  I think they
started questioning things when I started dating Thalia.  Having a
girlfriend with a big dick usually gets their minds working overtime as to
how we have sex.  One of my friends actually went so far as to suggest he'd
be open to trying anal at least once."

"Sounds like he wants you to fuck him," I grinned.

"It's more likely that since he's seen Thalia, he'd like her to do it.  I
wouldn't as I still identify as straight.  Thalia isn't really confident
enough yet to let other guys see her naked.  She's still pretty self
conscious about it.  I think that she's ready to meet you guys though.
Just maybe a toned down version of you for now though."

"We'd love to meet her, and trust me, we'd all respect her boundaries," I
assured him.

"Just so you know, she's fine showing off her boobs, she's just really
sensitive about anyone seeing her penis."

"Is she thinking of having the surgery to remove it at some point?"  I
inquired.

"No, she likes having one, she just doesn't like the negative comments from
people when they know she's trans, so she tries to minimize the
contradicting visuals."

"Understood.  But you do know that none of us would find here anything buy
incredible, right?  I mean she's already beautiful from the pictures I've
seen, and her having a penis just adds two more points to the board in my
mind."

"I told her and I don't think it'd be long before she comes over."

"In the meantime, bring your friend and I'll introduce him to the mind
blowing world of anal sex."

"I already planned on it," he grinned as we entered the guest house to join
the others.  Sounds like another notch for my straight boy belt.

"How big is the house?"  I heard Ben ask.

"Only 1,500 square feet.  We didn't want it to be too big, but it does have
two bedrooms, and one and a half bathrooms," Colin replied.

How do you get half a bathroom, Uncle Colin?"  James asked wisely.

"A half bathroom refers to a bathroom that only has a sink and toilet, but
no bath or shower," he explained.  "It only has half the things, so they
call it a half bathroom."

"Cool."

"Who is going to live in the guest house?"  Ben inquired.

"Guests," Colin replied without hesitating.  I always love it when the
answer is in the question.

The layout was a fully open concept, similar to the main house.  A large
kitchen towards the back with the living room/dining room at the front.
Stairs to the second floor were in the middle, but surprisingly did not
detract from the open concept.  The half bathroom was on this floor along
with a storage room that had the washer/dryer in it.  The second floor had
the two bedrooms with a connecting bathroom between them.  Like all our
bathrooms, this one was large with an oversized shower and bidet.  The
bedrooms were spacious and nicely furnished with large windows to let in
lots of light.

We returned to the main floor to look around further, and I'd actually be
happy living here.  It felt more cozy, and home-like, than the expanse of
the big house.  Although, I do love the features the main house offers.

"What's with the stack of sheets in the corner?"  Troy inquired as we
looked around.

"Those are to cover the furniture when the house isn't occupied.  It'll
protect everything from the dust that accumulates," Colin explained.  "When
we have guests, we'll just have the sheets removed and give the place a
quick vacuum and it's ready to go."

"Smart.  Now all we need are some guests," I said thinking about who I
could invite over.  I'd need to christen these beds too.  This might be a
good place to take Kurt's friend.  A two birds, one stone sort of thing.

We spent another hour exploring everything, with most of us breaking off
into smaller groups to check out the things we found interesting.  Colin
explained the guest house was completely operated with solar power, and
natural gas for the stove.  I liked the stove in this house as it had a
grilling BBQ feature on it.  I guess on those rare rainy days in Vancouver,
when you still want a BBQ, you can now do it indoors.  200 days of rain a
year is still considered rare, right?  Think I'm joking?  Hey Siri, how
many days does it rain in Vancouver annually?

"Here's what I found on the web. Vancouver's annual rainfall days are 192.4
with 1325 millimeters of precipitation.  Also, your fly is open."

Okay, she never said that last part, but told you it rained a lot.  Indoor
BBQ's are a good thing.  Of course, our backyard barbeque was covered, so
we're good either way.

The new additions were impressive, and at one point, I saw Patrick and Kurt
having an animated conversation with Colin about where all the cars would
go, and maybe assigning each one their own spot with a plaque describing
the car itself.  That seemed like a good idea considering how many guys we
bring over that love cars.

When we were all back in the house, J.J. jumped into the conversation.
"Wanna see something cool?" He asked.

You never not want to see cool, so we all agreed.  He smiled and grabbed a
pickle jar from the counter behind us.  Troy just looked at him and
grinned.

"Ummm...where'd you get that?" He asked.  "Where'd the pickles go?"

"I threw them out.  I only needed the jar," he replied.

"We have other jars you coulda used," Troy said shaking his head.

"No, you gotta use a pickle jar.  I'll show you," J.J. said as he put the
jar on the kitchen island, along with a small plastic marble.  He then put
the jar over marble to enclose it.  "I'll bet you guys that I can pick that
marble off the counter without touching it, and without reaching under the
jar.  Think I can do it?"

"No, that's silly J.J.," Trevor announced confidently.  All of us sided
with Trevor, and said it couldn't be done, which, by the grin on J.J.'s
face is exactly the response he was looking for.  He began circling the
glass on the counter until the marble was rolling around inside.  As he got
faster, the marble lifted off the counter spinning inside the jar.  Like we
do when we ride the Graviton at the PNE.  As soon as he got it going fast
enough he kept spinning, but lifted the glass and marble off the counter.

"Cool!"  Travis announced with all of us agreeing again.

J.J. smiled and reached under to grab the marble.  "See!  Know what that's
called?"

"Magic," Kurt said quickly, getting a small laugh.

"It's central pickle force.  We learned it in science class."

Troy was the first to respond.  "Central pickle force, huh?  That's why you
needed an actual pickle jar?"

"What makes a pickle jar so special?"  Ben inquired.

J.J. shrugged.  "I dunno.  It's kinda sciency, but pretty cool, right?"

"Very cool," I replied.  James had to try it next and was grinning wildly
as he got it to work.  The twins weren't as good as they couldn't get
enough consistent speed to make the marble stay up, but they were happy
that they at least got it to spin around the glass and have it move off the
table, even if just for a few seconds.  J.J. then proceeded to tell us all
about his central pickle force.  I wondered how big the pickle jar was they
used over the Graviton.

To ensure we were being good parents, we did correct him that it was called
centrifugal force, and that you could use any round jar for it to work.
Also not to throw away food like he did.  We suggested he ask, or at the
very least put the food in another container.  Has he never heard of
central pickle Tupperware?  For now he was the hero of the kids and they
went off to try and make other things fly inside round containers.  Why do
we spend such big money on toys when you could give them an old pickle jar
and a couple marbles?  I remember when we got a new fridge, and Jason and I
played in that box.  We cut holes in for windows, and painted it up nicely.
Kept us entertained for weeks.  Alex and Colin have been begging us to get
rid of it, but we think it looks good in the hallway outside the playroom.
I'm joking.  I think Jason and I were about 4 when we did that, but for the
record, I'm not saying I wouldn't do it again if another box that size
showed up.

Later in the day, Merrick was in the kitchen preparing dinner, and although
it was Dakota's day off, he had a helper.  J.J. was in an apron, standing
beside our personal chef, working with him.  I actually thought it was
super cute that they were both shirtless under their aprons.  Blake and I
approached to see what dinner was going to be tonight.

"Hey, J.J.," Blake grinned.  "You learning to be the chef?"

"Yeah," he nodded as he looked at us.

"What you making?"  I inquired.

"Tonight, we're having slow cooked braised short ribs with mashed potatoes
and roast vegetables," Merrick replied.  "I've also prepared a caramelized
kimchi for you to try."

"What's kimchi?"  Blake asked.

"Dude.  Get woke.  It's that hot Asian guy three doors down, Kim Chi...just
in a dipping sauce," I said as the intelligent one in the family.

Blake nodded.  "Right.  I knew that."

Merrick laughed.  "Actually kimchi is a Korean vegetable dish.  Very
popular in Korea.  I'm not sure if that's your kind of food, but I think
it's nice to offer one dish that may be new to everyone."

"I think that's a great idea," I nodded.  "No better way to be educated
about different foods of the world than to try them."  I won't be trying
that.  I'm still resistant to changing brands of ketchup.  French's over
Heinz 10 to 1.  If you don't agree...well, hater's gotta hate.  Kimchi sort
of sounds like it's a massive step in my tastebud education.

"I didn't know you liked cooking, J.J.," I said to him.  I actually did
know that from his school yearbook photos, but it's nicer to let him bring
it up.

"Yeah.  It's sort of fun."

"What's your favorite part?"  I asked as I watched the two of them
preparing things.

"I like it when I get to use the blender and mixer.  It's fun watching
stuff turn into other stuff," he replied.  "I like baking stuff too.  I
used to do it with my mom a lot.  We made super fun swirly cupcakes that
were lots of different colours."

Blake coughed loudly and I thought he was choking at first.  "You okay?"

"Yeah.  Ummm...J.J.  Did you mean you cooked that with Mrs. Campbell?"

"No."  Then he stopped and turned around to face Blake.

"Holy shit!  Ho...leee shit!" Blake exclaimed.  "Dude.  This is massive."

"What's happening?" I asked, confused.  More confused than normal when I'm
around Blake.

"The swirly cupcakes were something my mom and J.J. used to do when he was
like a little kid.  He used to love making the mixer turn everything into
various colours before they dropped it into the muffin tin.  Dude!  That's
a memory from when you were like five.  Do you remember what else you used
to do with the cupcakes?"

"No, what?"  J.J. asked, his eyes wide open as he listened to Blake's
excitement.

"You always wanted to help ice them with tons of icing, but before you did,
you picked the two you liked the most and licked the top of them."

"Why did I do that?"  J.J. asked.

"You said it was so no one else would wanna eat those ones."

"I think I remember that.  You used to get mad."

"I did as I told you that no one wanted your germs on their food, and you
always said that's why you did it.  I was only nine, so a couple times I
waited for you to pick the ones you liked and I licked them first.  You
used to shriek and scream, while crying and hitting me.  So much fun."

"So you've been a shit disturber your whole life?  Not just since turning
into a teenager," I said laughing.

J.J. just stared at him.  "Did I do something to one of your action figures
because of it?"

"Oh my god! Oh my god!!  You did.  Do you actually remember?"

"No, just that I think I did something," J.J. said quietly.

I was trying to remain calm, but this was a gigantic step forward in
recovering his past.  Colleen had told us that he may get small snippets of
memory and not to push him too hard, but to encourage whatever activity
activated the memory.  I guess J.J. will be the family cook now.

"You were so mad at me that a few days later when you and mom were cooking
again, you took my Iron Man figure and threw it in the oven.  Looking back
at it, it was such a baller move.  Of course when I was nine, you're lucky
you lived through it.  The whole house reeked of melting plastic, and the
smoke almost choked all of us.  I think that's the first time you ever
screamed `fuck you Blake' at me.  Mom and dad almost burst out laughing, as
I think it's the first time they heard you swear.  You got a serious time
out for that, and as a punishment you had to buy me a new action figure out
of your allowance, and weren't allowed to cook for a week."

"I really did that?"  J.J. asked.

"You really did.  I'm pretty sure mom and dad bought me the new Iron Man,
as not a lot of five year old's have money, but you were more upset about
the cooking ban.  Good news is that you never melted any more of my toys."

"Did I ever apologize?"  J.J. asked.

"Nope.  You told me you hated me and wished I weren't your brother."

"Then I'm sorry I did that, and I don't actually hate you."

"Thanks.  It was just kid stuff.  We did lots of brother things where we
were both mad at each other one minute, and then teamed up to defeat the
world the next.  Dude, if we were ever mad at each other, your favorite
thing to do was stand in my doorway at bedtime holding one of your stuffed
animals.  You waited until I acknowledged you and waved you in.  Then you'd
jump in bed with me to snuggle."

"That's sort of cute," I smiled.  Of course, that might be why Blake enjoys
people leaping into bed with him all the time now.

"We had a rule, and it was like the number one rule for all of us.  No
matter how mad or pissed off we were at each other; we weren't allowed to
go to sleep until we'd resolved it," Blake revealed.  "Each day had to
start out fresh."

"I really like that.  Absolute sound advice," I nodded

"Sounds cool," Merrick added as he continued coking, but not able to help
but over hear what we were discussing, although he may not be aware of the
situation at all.  I might need to bring him up to speed in case there are
any more of these memory burps.  Blips?  Fragments?  Memory recalls.  They
may be important to link more things together.

We let J.J. get back to cooking, but Blake remained in the kitchen in case
J.J. had more memories.  I warned him not to push...or to lick cupcakes if
they made any.

The memory thing was huge, so I made sure to let Colin know about it right
away.  He was as excited as we were.  It was almost guaranteed that we'd
now be finding other things from J.J.'s past to get him involved with
again.  We might have just opened up a fissure in his brain.  Do brains
have fissures?  Siri, definition of fissure please.

A few days later, Blake asked if I could take him to school earlier than
usual.

"Sure.  What's happening?  You trying to score points from teachers?"  I
teased.

"No.  How would I score points from teachers exactly?  I'm already getting
all A's," he said frowning slightly.  "Never mind.  No, I promised a guy
I'd help him with his big day today, so we agreed to meet up early to make
sure he's prepared."

"His big day?  How so?"

"Oh, he's gonna come out to everyone and wanted some help with it.  We're
gonna walk into school holding hands, and then I'll give him a hug at his
locker.  Then we'll do the same thing to walk into the cafeteria at noon."

"What about Sienna?  Don't you two normally do those things, and meet up
for lunch?  How is she with this?"  I inquired.

"Sienna's fine.  We'll all hang out in the cafeteria for lunch.  I
obviously won't be able to go out to the bleachers for a noon quickie, but
I think just having everyone see him with me and hanging out with my
friends will be good exposure for him."

"Is that the best way for him to come out?"  I asked, not sure that would
be the right approach.

"Yeah.  He's been talking to me for a few weeks, asking leading questions.
I figured out that he was testing the waters to see if he might be gay or
not.  When he finally asked me how I knew I liked boys, we had a long talk
after school.  I told him that the easiest people to open up to first could
be his best friends, and start by asking them how they'd be if they had a
gay friend.  He did it and said it went well.  Then he told them he might
be gay.  He told his sister and some other friends after that.  Now he
wants to fling the closet open so he can be himself.  He said I was his
inspiration for it."

"That's always nice to hear.  Just make sure if you're there to help him
come out, that you're also there to help him deal with any fall out."

"Don't worry.  I got this.  I'll probably bring him home after school and
give him some other pointers about being gay that should help."

"Blake, I know I shouldn't have to tell you this, but you're my son, so I'm
pretty sure I need to.  Don't bring him back here to fuck him.  Let him
have his coming out day all to himself.  He's probably going to have a lot
of questions from his friends, so let him have that moment.  Let him come
to you if he has additional questions."

"Dad," he said patting me on the back.  "That's good advice.  Trust me, I
wasn't planning on fucking him.  At least not until the weekend.  He needs
a Blakeover before he's really ready to be a full gay.  He's a pretty
average looking guy, and a bit shy.  I'm going to help him work on both of
those.  Giving him some grooming and fashion advice will help a lot."

"And beyond that?"  I asked suspiciously.

"Relax, he's a virgin.  I'll only introduce him to sex once he's
comfortable being gay."

"Or...don't have sex with him at all, and let him find someone on his own.
Once people know he's gay, I'm sure someone will be paying attention.  Does
he have a crush on anyone yet?"

"Yeah a few guys actually, but they're all straight.  I mean if he knew how
to give head, I could hook him up with a couple of them, but it's not like
they'd date him or anything.  They're not that type of straight boy."

That's gonna take me a while to process.  They're straight, but like head
from a guy, but they don't date guys, because they're not that type of
straight.  What kind of straight do you have to be to date another boy?  Is
this more 21st century woke culture shit?  I think it used to be that you
had to be in your 30's before you lost touch with young people, and how
they think.  Now, you're a year out of high school, and you're already
falling behind.

I took him to school and watched as he joined up with the guy I'm assuming
is his new friend.  The boy was smaller than Blake, which being a year
younger, made sense.  He looked pretty plain and average, at least from a
distance.  He was the type that could easily blend into a crowd and go
unnoticed.  I'm thinking it wouldn't be too difficult to give him a
`Blakeover' (whatever that looked like), and make him more interesting with
very little effort.  I internally wished them luck and went on with my day.

Part of me wonders what I would have been like if I'd had a friend like
Blake when I was 13.  Would I have ended up like Blake, and wanted to screw
anything that even glanced at me for more than a couple seconds, or would I
have always been this quiet, well-mannered, thoughtful, and reserved guy I
am today?  Unless they invent time travel, I guess we'll never know.

After a day at the office, where Nate and I were getting the hang of having
clients, I headed home.  Some people have seriously boring problems.  Half
of them could be cured by just getting laid, but as a professional I never
actually said that.  Pulling into the driveway, I immediately noticed an
older model Pontiac parked beside the house.  I hope we're not collecting
junkers now just to fill up the new garage space.  I mostly figured one of
the guys had a friend over, or an `about to be friend'.

"Hi Justin!"  J.J. waved as I entered the house, and wandered over to him.
He was playing with James in the great room.

"What're you guys up to?"

"Race cars and trains.  We put all our car tracks together to make one
super big one, and now we're gonna race," James explained.

"And the train tracks?" I asked noting that they had overpasses and
underpasses.  It was quite the cool set up.

"We run the train, and see if the cars can avoid hitting it.  See right
here?  This is where the cars jump over the train.  If they don't go fast
enough...kaboom pow, major fatalities!"  J.J. said using hand gestures to
make it more dramatic.

"Major fatalities huh?  I'll have 9-1-1 on standby," I laughed.

"It's cool Uncle Justin, no one really dies, we just crash stuff to make it
more fun," James explained.  I watched them running the scenario for a few
minutes, and had to admit that the jump they'd set up looked like a mini
version of a Fast and Furious movie.  The race cars weren't on the
old-style track where the car sits in a groove, they were on a flat track
that somehow kept the cars on it.  I guess by magnets?  I dunno, I'm not an
engineer, or a magnateer for that matter.

"Any idea whose car that is in the driveway?"  I asked the boys figuring
they might have seen who came home.

"Blake's friend.  They're downstairs working out," James replied.

One of Blake's friends drives?  He would have to be at least 17 in order to
have a novice licence.  Either that, or one of his 14-year-old friends
stole a car.  Please tell me Blake didn't steal a car.

"I should go say hi and let Blake know I'm home," I told the boys.  It
wasn't so much to say hi, but to see who he was hanging around with that
was old enough to drive.

I headed down to the workout room on the pool level, and entered to find
Blake spotting for a guy lying out on the bench.  As soon as they heard me,
the guy on the bench stopped, and Blake helped him get the barbell back
onto the rack.  He sat up.  Definitely an older boy, who was seriously well
built.  The muscles on muscles type, and being that they were both in just
their underwear, I could clearly check him out.

"Hi Dad," Blake acknowledged.

"Hey.  Just thought I'd let you know I'm home.  I'm guessing that's your
car in the driveway?"

"Yes.  Sorry, is it in your way?"  He said politely.

"No.  Just wondered who it belonged to as I've not seen it before."

"Dad, this is North.  North.  My Dad, Justin."

"Nice to meet you, sir."

"You too," I replied.  "No need to call me sir.  You can call me Justin."

"I prefer showing respect to older guys," he said, surprising me slightly.

"Told you you were old, SIR!"  Blake mocked.

"Some people just have better manners than you Blake," I said ruffling his
hair, which I know he hates, especially in front of his friends.  He tidied
it, but didn't say anything.  "So how do you two know each other?"

"North is the quarterback of the senior football team," Blake replied,
which didn't answer the question, but told me everything I needed to know.
Of course, North had no idea I knew about him, so I think he figured there
should be a bigger back story.

"Blake's been hanging around the football team getting to know something
about the game.  He mentioned how jacked all the guys are, so I offered to
show him some workout routines to help build muscle."

"Looks like you workout a lot.  You're pretty jacked yourself," I
complimented as I scoped out his body.  He had a really solid build.  Broad
shoulders, strong pecs on a firm thick chest.  Abs that were like speed
bumps, and legs that could easily crush beer kegs.  I assumed you could
drive your car into him, and seriously damage the car, while he walked away
unharmed.

"Thanks.  Yeah, I workout five days a week.  Different routines depending
on what I'm working on.  Today it's chest and arms.  Tomorrow is glutes and
thighs."

I immediately cleared my calendar for tomorrow.  "You look older than
Blake, so it's nice of you to take the time to show him."

"I'm a senior.  I'm 18.  I don't mind.  Blake's a cool guy."

"See, he knows me pretty well already," Blake said beaming.  "Don't worry
Dad, North isn't some loser that has to hang around with younger guys just
to have friends.  He's got tons.  We're both at the top of the most
prominent list, so we sort of have to stick together.  Birds of a feather
and shit like that.  I think he mostly likes hanging out with me when
Sienna is around as she likes showing off her boobs."

"I don't ask her too, she just does it," North said quickly to defend
himself.

"He knows," Blake smiled.  "He's seen Sienna naked plenty of times when
she's over here.  I have no idea why, but she thinks Justin is hot, and
wants to hook up with him.  He's gay, so he's more likely to want to do
you, than her," he added.

"Blake!"  I said trying to sound shocked, and not actually laugh.

North just sat there watching both of us.  "Wow.  I'm pretty open with my
dad, but you guys are next level.  Last girl I was dating that my dad met,
he just said, `nice one, son.  Just make sure you wear a condom.  Don't
wanna screw up your future.'  That was the most we've ever talked about
sex."

"We don't have secrets here.  I tell Justin and Colin everything.  Mostly
Justin though as we're a lot alike."

"I can see the resemblance, that's for sure," North said looking at both of
us.  "You tell him everything, like everything, everything?"

"Sure.  Sometimes I get in shit for doing stupid crap, or get pissed when
he won't let me do something we both know I'm old enough for."

"Like getting your boat licence without permission," I reminded him.

"I had permission.  Kyle gave it to me," he replied with a stupid smirk.

"Who's Kyle?"  North asked as he started to look lost in our conversation.

"My big brother.  He's 20."

"Wait, you have a 20-year-old son?" He asked looking at me.  "You don't
look that much older than I do.  No offense or anything, sir."

"I'm 23.  Colin and I are Blake's dads because we adopted him.  The others
are just `brothers' in name only," I said trying not to get into a lengthy
explanation.

"Yeah," Blake added.  Kyle's and his boyfriend Chance used to live here,
but they moved into the penthouse we have downtown.  Troy lives here.  He's
my uncle.  My grandparents adopted him, so he became Justin's real brother.
He's also 20, but I call him my brother to avoid confusion.  I only have
one real brother by blood.  That's J.J.  He's 10."

"Just for the record, Blake.  None of this avoids confusion, in case you
were confused about that," North added.  "You should hand out flowcharts."

"You get used to it if you hang out here enough."

"So back to you two," I said refocusing them.  "How long have you been
working out together?"

"About an hour," Blake replied quickly.

"I meant overall.  How long have you guys been hanging out?"

"A few weeks.  After North got to fuck Sienna, I think we all just sort of
became better friends," Blake said bluntly.  North almost choked.

"Shit.  I should go," North said, frantically looking over towards his
clothes, which were behind me.

"Why?  We're not done working out yet.  I thought you wanted to hit the
steam room?" Blake complained.

"North, you can relax.  I'm used to Blake's reveals.  Sorry he didn't warn
you about his verbal diarrhea.  He already told me that he'd had a
three-way with a football player.  I just didn't know it was you, so it's
actually nice to put a name with the story."

"I didn't mean for it to happen," North said, sounding like I might need to
go get the defibrillator in a couple minutes, maybe sooner.  "Blake &
Sienna invited me over, and one thing just led to another.  I'm not gay or
anything."

"Well, that's too bad.  You're a pretty good-looking guy.  You'd get laid
twice as much if you were gay.  You may not have meant for it to happen,
but I have no doubt Blake and Sienna had it all planned out ahead of time."

"I'm not homophobic.  I'm open minded when things happen, but I prefer
girls."

"I'm kinda like that too," Blake announced, "but I like boys as well.  Hey
if sex is happening, I'm there."

"Isn't that the truth," I laughed.  "Whether you're invited or not."

"Whatever," Blake shrugged. "I mean if someone is going to have sex where
they can be seen, they can't complain when others wanna join."

"Blake's idea of where people can be seen includes behind a locked, bolted,
and fortified door that he breaks down."

Blake just grinned.

"Owww," North said suddenly grabbing his calf.  "Sorry.  Just a cramp."

"Those can be a bitch.  Lie back and let me take a look," I offered
quickly, as I knelt down to take hold of his lower leg, which was easily
twice the size of mine.  He lay back on the bench, and I resisted the urge
to look up at his crotch as I worked the cramped muscle.  Okay, that's a
lie.  I totally looked.  "It feels pretty tight.  I guess you've been
working out a while."

"I went for a run before coming over here, so I might have over done it.
It happens sometimes to various muscles, but it goes away pretty quick."

"Do you go for massages?"

"Yeah, frequently.  Usually just a targeted massage on the tight muscles."

"Ever had a full body massage to work every muscle at once?"

"A few times, sure."

"You should let Justin give you one," Blake blurted out as he watched me
working North's leg.  "His are really good."

"Thanks for volunteering me, Blake," I said staring at him as he grinned
back at me, grabbing his crotch for emphasis.  Subtle, real subtle.

"It's okay, I don't need one.  This is definitely helping though.  Thanks."
I smiled to myself when I saw a bit of a twitch at the front of his
underwear.

"A good massage always helps take the stiffness out of all the muscles
before you hit the steam room."

Blake laughed.

"What?"  I asked.

"I dunno about you North, but when I get a massage, I know one muscle that
gets stiffer when it's rubbed with oil."

"Blake.  Seriously?" I said pretending to look surprised at his comment.

"What?  You can't have a proper massage without the happy ending.
Otherwise what's the point?"

"You've had that type of massage?"  North asked looking back at him.
"Wait, never mind.  Of course you have.  Why would I even question that?"

"You do know him well," I said grinning.

"There's a good massage place at my other dad's office, so I go there,"
Blake revealed.

"From what Cole tells me, he goes pretty regularly."

"So?  I like massages.  Especially from Cole.  He does great full body
ones.  The best is when you're so relaxed that you're almost asleep.  Then
he climbs on the table, and lowers himself on top of you to use his whole
body to massage with.  That feels so amazing.  Then when he gets up in
there and works the prostate, it's like the best feeling in the whole
world, and makes me so relaxed I can barely move afterward."

I just shook my head, and rolled my eyes as North just stared at Blake in
disbelief.  Not sure what he was most shocked about; that Blake admitted to
getting fucked by a masseur, or that he admitted it in front of me.

"Like he said, North, we don't have secrets from each other," I said
casually.

"Oh, hey.  I was wondering.  Do you think I'd make a good cheerleader?"
Blake asked seemingly out of nowhere.

"With your hair and legs, probably.  I'd have to see you in one of those
short skirts to know for sure, and you'd have to stuff your bra to fit in
properly," I replied.

North laughed.  "Why would you wanna be a cheerleader?"

"I dunno.  I think it would be cool.  You get to chuck girls in the air,
and they have tons of sleepovers from what Ashley told me.  Think of the
fun that would be.  All sitting around in our pyjamas talking about boys.
They get horny and turn to one of the only boys in the room that likes
girls.  I'd be their sex relief mascot."

North laughed.  "So, not so much about the cheerleading as the benefits
that go with it."

"Are there other guys on the squad?"  I inquired.

"Yeah, three I think.  Most people think that guys on a cheerleading squad
must be gay, but it takes a pretty strong guy to throw a chick a hundred
feet in the air."

"A hundred feet huh?  So they're all what?  Bodybuilders with the strength
of the Hulk?"

Blake just grinned.  "Hey, even if they were gay, how's that a bad thing?
Nothing wrong with having a few boys as options when the girls aren't
putting out.  So, good cheerleader or not?"

"Would you have time for that?  I mean you can barely fit everything into
your schedule now.  I'm assuming cheerleading is a huge time commitment."

"It is.  I'd have to give up something to join.  I'd give up school, but
you gotta maintain at least a C average to be on any team like diving or
cheerleading, or even football, right North?"

"Exactly," he nodded.  I'd continued to massage his legs, and slowly moved
from his calves to his thighs, and he wasn't objecting.  I'm not even sure
he noticed.

"Dropping school isn't an option, so what would go?  Diving or Karate?" I
asked.

"Neither.  I like both of those.  About the only thing I could drop would
be the extra karate lessons with Darcy, but I like those too.  It's helping
me advance faster towards my black belt.  I probably won't join
cheerleading. I was just thinking it'd be cool."

"You probably shouldn't Blake.  You have a pretty good rep now, and I don't
think cheerleading would help.  Not that a guy can't be a cheerleader or
anything, I just don't think it'd be right for you.  Doesn't the diving
team have away trips sometimes?"

"Yeah.  We do a few trips like that."

"So probably you'd have conflicts with the cheer squad away games."

"Yeah.  Like I said, I was just exploring the idea.  I guess if I wanna
hook up with a cheerleader, I could hang with Ashley.  She's my
girlfriend's best friend," He explained.  "She could introduce me to
everyone so they get to know me.  I already checked the boys out in the
change room.  They're older than me, and really toned.  I'm pretty sure at
least one of them is gay as he stared at me pretty hard."

"Maybe he was staring wondering why you were watching him change in the
locker room?"  I suggested logically.

North laughed.  "No shit."

"Nah.  I'm pretty sure he wants me.  I've just gotta find the right time to
ask him.  The locker room wasn't ideal."

"Ya think?"  North laughed.  "This is kinda why I enjoy hanging out with
Blake.  He's like the most confident guy I know.  Lots of guys our age talk
big, and when it comes to acting on it, they make excuses.  Blake goes for
it WHILE talking about it."

"Duh.  If you don't try, you never know the real answer.  Like when me and
Sienna invited you over, you coulda said no, and we'd have moved onto
another guy.  If we'd never asked, we'd never have become friends."

"True.  Who was the other guy you would have asked?"  North inquired.
Typical straight boy insecurity.  Usually the `I don't do guys' routine,
until you say you're not interested in them, then demand to know why.  So
many do it, and can't even seen how crazy it is to ask.

"Kal.  Sienna likes him and heard he has a big dick.  You ever seen it?"

"Not really in the habit of checking guys dicks, Blake.  Even if I had seen
him, it's not like we're all hard in the shower waving them around."

"Yeah, I guess football players aren't as woke as the dive team, huh?  Is
that because you guys get hit on the head a lot, and it affects your brain
function?"

I laughed.  "Sorry.  I just pictured that in my head.  No offense."

"It's okay.  You get used to being called a dumb jock.  Even though I get
straight A's, I still get called that."

I took the opportunity to work higher up his thigh.  He opened his legs a
bit to give me better access, which I quickly took advantage of.  I was
almost right up as high as his balls, but not quite.  I mean this guy's a
football player that was so well built he could snap me in half if he
wanted to.  He casually moved his ass a bit on the bench, which shoved him
towards me, causing my hand to brush against the side of his sac.  Ha!  I
just sacked the quarterback.  Look at me getting all up in sports lingo.  I
was going to quickly apologize, but when he let out a small moan, I shut my
mouth, and waited for him to try something again, which he did, just
seconds later.  The first time could have been an accident, but the second
was clearly deliberate.

"How about we move upstairs and give you that real massage," I suggested.

"You don't have to, sir.  I think my calf is better now," North replied
sitting up slightly on the bench.

"I've got some free time, so we should make sure you don't cramp up later
from your workout," I said trying to sound authoritative.

"I guess that makes sense.  If you're sure you don't mind, a massage would
be nice," he replied staring right into my eyes.  My dick instantly
twitched in my pants.

Blake gave me a huge grin as he shook his head slightly.  "Hey Justin, if
you're gonna hand out massages, I could use one too ya know," Blake
announced.

"You call your dad by his first name?"

"Sometimes.  I have two Dads, so it avoids confusion a lot of the time if I
just call them by name.  It depends on who's around.  Usually when it's
just one of them around, I call them Dad."

"Grab your stuff, and let's head up to the bedroom.  I have some oil up
there to make the massage better."

The boys grabbed the pile of clothes and backpack, and we headed up to the
master bedroom.  As we walked upstairs, I had a chance to look at North's
ass.  He had one of those really large, solid, bubble butts that looked
like three quarters of a basketball in his shorts.  Glute day could be a
good one for spectator viewing.  He could sell tickets.

"I love your house," North said as we made our way to the bedroom.  "So
many things to do.  Your backyard is so big we could play football back
there."

"We have lots of space, that's for sure.  Feel free to invite the team over
to have a game if you want.  They could finish in the pool."

"Yeah, we should do that North," Blake agreed eagerly.  "Invite everyone
over.  They can do other stuff too like bowling, video games, basketball,
tennis.  Whatever.  Then we'd hit the pool and hot tub.  I'm sure they'd
all love to go skinny dipping."

"Maybe not all, but some would for sure," he nodded.  "Yeah, we could set
that up.  Might make for a good Saturday afternoon."

"Blake, if you do set that up, give me notice, and we can arrange a
barbeque as well.  Throw some burgers out for the guys."

"Have you ever seen a football team eat?"  North laughed.  "Not sure even
you guys could afford that much food."

"Do you know why gay guys are like barbeque ribs?" I said trying to look
serious.

"No idea," North replied.

"Because they fall off the bone when they're done," I chuckled, getting a
laugh out of both boys.

"I have so got to remember that one," Blake nodded.  "Good one, Dad.  Not
your typical dad joke."

"Thanks.  Oh a bit of advice, boys.  Never donate to anyone collecting for
a marathon."

"Why?"  North asked.

"Because they take the money and run," I smirked.

Blake groaned.  "You could have just stopped with the BBQ joke.  Now you've
ruined it."

"Blake, grab a large towel from the bathroom to put on the bed so we don't
get oil on the covers," I said ignoring him.

"Copy that," he said as he ran off, returning moment later with towels and
tossed them on the bed.

"We only needed one," I said as I spread it out.

"Uh hello!  I'd like a massage too," he said as he spread out the second
one beside the other.

"I'm sure you would," I said shaking my head slightly.  "North, go ahead
and lie face down on the towel."

He complied as he crawled onto the bed and lay down.

"Where would you like me?"  Blake inquired.

"Halifax?  St. John's," I joked.

"Very funny," he said as he lay next to North.

"How about you help me massage North first?  I mean it's not like I can
handle both of you at once."

"That's what she said," Blake said wittily.

"Nice!"  North replied as they bumped fists.

"Blake, you can start on his neck and shoulders.  I'll start with the
calves again," I said trying to sound commanding. "We forgot the oil.
Would you run and get it from the bathroom, Blake?"

He leapt off the bed and returned with the oil, and a couple old hand
towels.  "Figured we'd need these to wipe our hands afterward."

"Good thinking.  I assume being a jock that you're not shy at all?"

"Not at all," North replied.  "Why?"

"I was just thinking we should take your shorts off before we start so that
we don't get oil on them," I said as I reached for the waistband on his
underwear.  Unlike most straight boys who would have either said that they
didn't mind if I got oil on them, or want a towel to cover themselves,
North hitched up to allow me to peel them off, proving his confidence.  He
adjusted himself, and gently inched his legs apart as he lay back down.  I
took full advantage of that by grabbing an ankle and spreading him even
wider so that I had a clear view of the back of his balls.  I'll never
object to that lickable view.  I moved his arms slightly out to the side to
get him ready.

"Normally we'd throw a towel over your butt until the massage moved to
glutes, which is an option, unless you're okay lying out like this."  It
was more a statement than a question, and throwing it out as a definitive
is always better when dealing with a jock.  Their egos and all.

"I'm fine with it.  I don't have a hang-up about being naked," he said as
he lay there waiting.  It wasn't relevant as to whether he was fine or not,
as he wasn't getting covered up anytime soon, but it's nice to know anyway.
I'm used to slender built guys, so looking at his large ass was intriguing,
and sort of turning me on.  It would take two hands just to massage one
cheek, and to pull them apart might need tools.  I could see it now.  I'd
have my head buried deep into the large cavernous crack.  He'd sneeze, and
my eyes would pop out of my head as his ass muscles tightened.

I pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving myself in just underwear as I got
ready.  He glanced back as I undressed, and I told him that I always got
too warm doing massages so it was nice to be comfortable.  He didn't say
anything.

"Blake, I'm gonna get you to massage North's shoulders and back.  Take your
underwear off so you don't get them oily either when you straddle his
waist."

Blake didn't need to be told twice as he shucked the shorts off, and sat on
the bed beside North.  "Go ahead and straddle his lower back so you can use
your body weight to really work his shoulders to start.  Make sure you use
oil, and really massage it into the skin.  While you're doing that, I'll
start on his lower legs."

We began slowly, giving him a proper massage, which certainly seemed to be
relaxing him.  The real measure of a good massage is that the guy either
falls asleep or blows a massive load, and I have no intention of letting
him sleep.

Blake worked North's back, shoulders and arms, and I could see he was
enjoying himself as he kept moving his ass while straddling North's lower
back.  I massaged up North's legs until I was past his upper thighs and
working up against the start of his ass cheek.  I kept up the full leg
massage before finally dripping some oil onto his ass, and moving to the
glutes.

"There's no mistake that you're a football player with a big solid ass like
this," I said as I rubbed the oil into each cheek.  They might easily be
the firmest globes I've ever felt.  Not the jiggly type of a fem boy, but
the solid walnut cracking type of a wrecking ball.  Almost the type you
need your knuckles to massage, instead of just your fingers.  It took both
hands to work him properly and I was spending more time on one ass cheek
than on both of his legs combined.  I made sure to inch my way down into
his crack, and once I touched the edge of his pucker, he squirmed slightly,
and let out an almost imperceptible moan.  I smiled to myself, and went
into his crack a bit more firmly, making sure to run my hand right into it
and along the entire length.  He pushed up ever so slightly, but there was
no mistaking the response.

I bent his left leg, and pushed it forward, then did the same thing to his
right leg, which spread him wide open.  I made a point of more thoroughly
massaging his ass, ignoring the fact that my hand was crossing his rosebud
several times, causing him to shudder with each touch.

Blake turned to look at what I was doing with a grin on his face.  "How's
the massaging of the shoulder going, Blake?"

"Great.  His muscles are super tight though," he replied.

"That might just be because he works out a lot and makes sure they stay
pumped up.  Keep working out and you'll have muscles like that too."

"I have good muscles.  Even have a super big one right between my legs."

"That's not a muscle.  It's towel rack for a really small face cloth."

"For a big towel.  Like bath sheet size," he corrected.

I kept one hand massaging North's ass, while I moved the other hand between
Blake's legs to feel his package.  His balls were tight, and his erection
was as strong as ever.  I'm guessing he enjoys giving massages.

He just grinned at me as I held it.  "Told you it was big."

"Please stop looking at your penis through a magnifying glass.  I've told
you before it only inflates your ego."

"I love how you guys throw insults back and forth with each other.  My old
man would never get into discussions like this.  But I'm pretty sure Blake
has a bigger penis than most guys I know."

"He does, but don't tell him or he'll want to show it off even more than he
does.  Can't keep the boy in clothes as it is.  Sure shocked the Amazon
delivery driver when he saw Blake washing a car in the driveway."

"Oh my god, I'd die!"  North laughed.

"Why?  Someone sees you naked and trust me, they will appreciate every inch
of the view."

"Thanks," he said as we kept working on him.  I returned both hands to his
ass, and was now spreading his cheeks apart with each downward thrust.  It
gave me the perfect opportunity to see his waiting entrance.

I put some more oil on my hand, and rubbed down his perineum until I was at
his balls.  I gently and slowly worked my hand over them until I had a good
hold.  I massaged the tight ball sac before easing forward to feel his
penis.  I wasn't surprised to find him fully hard, which confirmed that he
was enjoying himself.  I returned to playing with his balls, before running
my hand back up and into his ass crack again.  The way he was responding to
my touch indicated I had one very horny jock on my hands.

I couldn't hold back any longer.  I leaned in, and firmly licked the entire
length of his ass, twice.  You have to do it twice; in case you're writing
down sex tips.  The first one shocks his brain into paying attention, while
the straight part of him is asking what the fuck just happened.  The second
lick is so that he knows exactly what is going on, now that his entire
focus is on his ass.

"Aahhhgnnggh," he moaned loudly as he shivered slightly.  I licked him
again, and touched my tongue to his now tightly puckered hole.  The third
lick is simply for the fun of it.  He didn't even attempt to resist as my
tongue pushed inside, and I sucked at his hole.  He lifted his ass slightly
as I was doing it, so I reached between his legs to feel his balls and his
shaft again.

"You seem to be enjoying the massage so far," I said as I rubbed more oil
onto his ass cheek, and thoroughly massaged it in.  "Have you had one like
this before?"

"Yes.  I love proper massages," he replied.

"And you seem to enjoy having your ass worked.  Do you have a girlfriend
who pays attention to what you like?"

"No, my girlfriends have all just been shallow airheads.  They only want to
show you off and brag that the quarterback is their boyfriend.  Those that
do want sex basically just lie there while you get their pussy nice and wet
before you fuck them.  Not that I'm complaining, as it gives me something
to talk about with the guys, but it'd be nice to be the one to lie there
while she blows you, and then jumps on it.  No girls I know would rim your
ass."

"There are a few like that for sure.  Have you explored ass play with
anyone before?" I asked, as I rubbed my index finger around his hole and
began to add a little pressure.

"Yeah.  First real massage I had, the guy explained about a prostate
massage, and showed me where it was.  Felt super strange at first, but I
got used to it."

"Most straight boys think that until they really experience their prostate
for the first time.  Then they're looking for candles, cucumbers and
carrots.  Unless their girlfriend has a strap-on, or they have an
open-minded guy friend to ask."

"Like me," Blake interjected.

"I said open minded, not slutty," I joked.  Blake flipped me the finger.

"Nice to see a boy who appreciates his prostate.  Once you learn it's
there, it can make sex a lot more fun.  From checking out your ass, I'm
guessing you've actually been fucked before?"  I said, smirking evilly, and
trying a bit more bluntness.

"You can tell that by looking?"  He asked sounding horrified.

"I can tell a lot," I joked.  "But no, I was just guessing considering how
at ease you are with me touching you."

"He almost let me do it when we were with Sienna," Blake revealed bluntly.

"Almost?"  I asked, somewhat amused.

"Yeah.  You know how it is with Sienna and her rules."

"Uhhh...Blake.  Maybe this isn't something you should be talking about,"
North said actually sounding truly nervous for the first time.  Not first
time ever, just first time around me... So that we're clear on that.

"Nah, it's cool.  We talk about stuff like this all the time.  How do you
think I learned so much about sex?  Live with horny gay guys and you'd pick
up a thing too."

"He's right, North.  As long as you're okay with us talking like this, we
don't mind at all."

"I think I'm okay with it.  I mean the guys always talk big around each
other, but mostly it's just that...talk.  I've told the guys about some of
the girls I've been with, but never mentioned anything more, like group
stuff or things like that.  Please don't say anything either Blake.  I know
you're pretty open about who you are."

"I promised I wouldn't say shit to anyone about you, and I never would,"
Blake assured him.  "Was I the first guy you ever did anything with?"

"No," he said with a bit of a playful chuckle, "but you were the first guy
to be around while I was with a girl."

"Who's better at sucking your dick, me or a girl?"  Blake asked.

"You're better than most girls, but sorry dude, Sienna was way better at it
than you.  Maybe I was just biased because she was a girl, so it tilted the
scales in her favour."

"I can see that," Blake nodded.  "What about fucking?  Was my ass better
than a vagina?"

North looked back and smiled.  "I'm not sure your dad is gonna appreciate
me talking about this, Blake."

"He's fine with it, right Justin?"

"True.  Nothing Blake does shocks me anymore.  Plus, I'd kinda be
interested in knowing the answer myself.  Please let it be the girl so it
deflates his ego."

"Objection!!" Blake said turning to face me.  "Leading the witness your
honour."

"Overruled. The witness will answer the question," I said slapping my hand
on North's ass to signal a gavel.

"Sorry Justin.  That point I give to Blake.  He was better."

"When you had your ass played with, was it just toys and stuff, or did you
let someone actually fuck you," he asked.

"Wow, I'm not used to someone being this blunt about sex."

"Why?"  Blake asked.  "You never learn stuff if you don't ask."

"I stated with toys, but I have tried the real thing," North revealed.
"But I'd deny it if anyone ever said anything," he added quickly.

"What' the biggest cock you've taken?"  Blake inquired as I kept North
stimulated by continuing the massage.  Mostly of his ass and crack at this
point.  His pucker tightened each time I touched it.

"I'm guessing around 6 inches.  Maybe six and a half," he admitted a bit
sheepishly as I added additional oil, and pressed my finger more firmly
against his access point.  I felt the pucker move, and pushed my finger
past the outer ring, and let it suck me in.  There's no better feeling than
when an ass wraps itself warmly around what you put in there.

"Not that you have to tell us, but I'm just curious.  Have you been with
more than one guy?  Was it a friend that you experimented with?"

"I've been with more than one," he admitted.  "Not a lot though.  I only do
it when I get in the mood for anal.  Toys are good, but it's not the same
as actually getting it for real.  Not sure why though."

"That's easy to explain.  Toys are predictable and have a pattern to them.
A person having sex with you is random, so it becomes more exciting to be
stimulated when your brain doesn't know what's next."

"Makes sense.  Probably the same as when you jerk off.  Always feels better
when you get it from someone else instead of just yourself."

"Exactly.  I think it's the same principle of why you can't tickle
yourself.  The brain knows it's coming and can prepare for it," I said as a
comparison.

"That makes total sense," he said as he just let me finger his hole with no
apparent acknowledgement that I was two knuckles deep.  "Like I said
though, the first few times, I wasn't a fan of it, but something kept me
coming back for more, but please don't say anything to anyone Blake.  It
would ruin my image at school if they thought I was getting anal.  I mean
I'm totally straight, but sometimes it's fun to try things out of the
ordinary."

"I can agree to that.  Don't worry about your reputation.  Around here,
anything we talk about stays in the house.  Right Blake?"  I said to be
sure.

"Of course.  I'd never say anything at school.  Hell, I don't tell the guys
about half the shit I do," Blake agreed.

"You're kidding!" North laughed, almost snorted.  "Everyone thinks you've
done most of the school, and they all know you like boys or girls.  What
would be left to tell?"

"I'm sure I have a few secrets.  Like the names of the people I've done.
That's between me and them.  I've blown guys from school that you'd be like
`no way you did him.  He's so straight he'd kill you just for looking at
him too long.'"

"Like who?"  North asked turning his head to look back at Blake.

"Sorry, that's classified, but let's just say you're not the only jock who
likes sex any way he can get it.  As a teaser, I've even sucked off some of
the other guys on your team...and I even fingered one guy's ass.
Considering how fast he came, the next time I go to his place, I plan on
showing him a fuck he'll remember `til the day he dies."

"I'm sure half his friends think Blake is just embellishing his adventures.
Once they get to know him, they probably realize that if anything, he
wasn't giving them even half the story," I said.

"I think that's how it was with me at first.  When Blake and Sienna invited
me over, I'd heard stories about how sexual they were supposed to be, but
that's all I figured they were, stories.  I came over mostly out of
curiosity.  I was genuinely surprised when they went through with it."

Blake laughed.  "By the time North took his clothes off, his cock was so
hard I could have used it as a springboard."

"Yeah, duh.  Your girlfriend, who is smokin' hot by the way, was standing
naked in front of me.  When opportunity knocks buddy, you answer.  I do
have one question for you though Justin," he said.  "Blake tells this story
at school about his trip to some jungle in the Amazon where he was almost
made some prince because of how good he was at sex.  Is that actually
true?"

"I think that's an abbreviate version of the entire story, but yeah,
basically if we hadn't done some serious negotiation, Blake would have been
the prince of the Mulgari tribe."

"But they thought I was so interesting that they had me have sex with 10
girls to get them pregnant.  Mainly so that my DNA would be part of their
tribe," Blake added with a grin.

"Also true," I confirmed.

"Damn.  Now that's the kind of society I'd could get into," North
exclaimed.

"It wasn't all that much fun," Blake said quickly.  "I also had to get
fucked by the men, as they believe that putting your seed inside someone
somehow replenishes cum, and in the Mulgari tribe, boys are expected to
drink the piss of men, instead of the inconvenience of making them go into
the bushes or something."

"Gross."

"Yeah...really gross," Blake admitted.  "They even took my hair as a
souvenir, and to make things out of, as they thought it was something
special from the gods."

"So that's why you had short hair for so long.  For the record, this wavy
hair is way cooler.  You should always keep it like this."

"Yeah, I prefer hair over no hair," he admitted.  "The worst part is when
they pierced my nipples.  This maybe the worst pain I've ever felt.  They
didn't have anaesthetic or anything.  They just gave me a piece of wood to
bit down on, and then speared both my nipples."

"So that's where you got that from?"

"Not this one," he said looking down at the stud.  "They gave me bone
spikes.  I switched them once I got home. I didn't keep both pierced, but I
thought one looked pretty cool."

"It does make you look a lot more mature," North admitted.

"How did you get actually get started with anal?  Was it just from
massages?" I said, changing the subject as I worked my finger deeper in
into him.  He was as firm on the inside as he was outside.  The glute day
workout must be something to behold.

"I've never really told anyone before, so it's gotta stay between us.  I'm
not even sure why I'm telling you guys," he said, as he lay his head on the
pillow so he could stare straight ahead.  Blake moved to massage his neck
and hair.  I felt his ass relax as he took a deep breath, so I pulled my
finger out, added more lube and a second finger, before going back inside.
He gave a slightly larger moan, but didn't show signs of discomfort as I
pushed both of them all the way in.

He then began his story.  I know one thing; Blake was absolutely correct.
This is gonna make me hornier than I was already, and North would be the
recipient of that increased libido.  "My old coach gave me massages to help
my muscles, starting back when I was 13.  At first it was just targeted
muscles; and I used to go over to his place a lot to workout, and create
new plays for the team.  Sometimes I was with other guys on the team, and
he showed us how to massage each other properly if we ever needed it.  A
lot of the time though, it was just me and coach at his place.  I was
always just in my shorts when I was getting massages or working out, until
the one time I got a groin pull.  I don't think I'll ever forget how
painful that was.  Like easily ten times more painful than a regular pulled
muscle.  I screamed at coach to help as I was jumping around.  I think he
thought I'd gone crazy," he said with a slight laugh.

"I can see that.  Groin injuries are the worst, especially for a guy.  I
mean I don't think girls can get hurt like we can.  Shit, they push babies
out of those things, so how hurt could they get doing regular stuff."

Blake and North both laughed.

"Now THAT would be a groin injury," Blake added.  "So what happened next?"

"Once he got me to stop moving, he began massaging the side of my groin,
which almost made it worse, from what I remember.  He suggested that we
should take my shorts off so he could see what the problem was.  I wasn't
shy, even back then, but at that point I'd have let him take my skin off it
would have helped.  He took me to his bedroom, and removed my shorts after
he'd gotten me to lie down.  He used some oil to really work out the cramp,
but he needed to get in deep, so he was pushing against my balls and my
dick a lot.  I tried to hide it with my hand, but he kept moving me away so
he could see what he was doing.  Needless to say, at 13 you don't have a
lot of control over your dick."

"Or at 14, or 16, or even 18 a lot of the time," I added, grinning.

"True.  But at 13, you are just starting to understand how much fun you can
have with your penis.  I got totally hard, and closed my eyes so that he
might not notice."

Blake laughed loud.  "Oh my god, I've so done that.  Like at the doctor's
if he's checking your nuts, and you bone up.  That's so kid thinking.  If
you can't see him, he can't see you."

"And I'm guessing one thing led to another?" I asked.

"For sure.  Once the groin pain went away, he asked if I knew how to take
care of the erection.  I told him I did, and explained that you just needed
to put a cold wash cloth on it until it went down.  I think I remember him
laughing; but that's how my mom told me to do it."

"Moms," I said shaking my head.  "Your dad would have said, `grab it and
flog it son.'"

"Not my dad," North replied.  "We never talked about sex or anything even
remotely like it.  He let mom do all the growing up talks."

"Well, that went well.  A cold wash cloth.  Now that's funny."

"Weirdest part is that it totally works.  Of course, flogging it is way
more fun."

"WAY more fun!!"  Blake added.

"Coach told me almost the same thing, then showed me how it felt when it
got stroked.  He jerked me off until I came, then waited until it went back
down as he cleaned me up."

"Was that your first time?"

"First time with someone other than me making me cum?  Yeah, totally.  I
went back lots after that.  I faked a ton of groin injuries, which I think
he knew, but never said anything."

"Why do you think he knew?"  I asked.

"Because usually he didn't bother with the groin massage at all, and just
took care of my dick, which seemed to always be hard."

"As they are as teenagers.  So he just jerked you off each time?"

"At first, but after a few times he asked if I'd like to learn more, so
like any curious 13-year-old, I said sure.  He moved to blowing me after
that, which made me want to go over even more.  After one oil massage, he
said we should wash it off, and took me to the shower.  That was the first
time I'd seen him naked, and I guess I was acting nervous because he told
me it was okay to look.  He took my hand, wrapped it around his cock and
showed me how to masturbate someone.  We did each other until we came,
which I always remember because it's the first time I'd ever seen anyone
else actually cum before.  He gave me lots of full body massages that
finished with a shower after that.  He used to soap me up pretty good, and
made a point of ensuring my ass was really clean.

It was a little while later that he explained about full massages, and what
my prostate was, and said he would show me how to really enjoy it.  First
time his finger went inside me, I almost freaked out figuring he was
touching my poop.  It took a long time for me to get used to it, but he
slowly worked on teaching me with small toys and butt plugs.  Things like
that.  Eventually he went all the way.  I think I'd turned 14 by then.  I
loved it when he licked my ass as it tickled like crazy, especially with
face stubble, but the first time he fucked me, I almost wanted the groin
pain back to help me ignore the ass pain.  I was pretty sure I'd never want
to do that again, but he assured me that it would get considerably better,
and it did.  After that, I couldn't wait for him to make work on my
prostate and make me cum super hard.  I loved most of what he taught me
about sex.  Probably not the part where I had to suck his dick, but as
coach explained, it was only fair to help each other out so we could both
have fun."

"That's a good story.  Lots of boys learn from someone older, or a friend
who has an older brother," I nodded.

I used my knees to press on the side of his thighs to push his legs up
under him which forced him to slightly raise up onto his knees.  Blake got
off his back and sat to the side, continuing to rub North's back but
watching me at the same time.  I leaned in and pressed myself against his
ass, letting him feel my cloth covered bulge rub up and down his crack.  He
took several deep breaths, and held himself in place as I grabbed his ass
to simulated fucking.

"Blake, reach into the night table, and hand me the other oil."

Blake grinned and scrambled over to grab the lube for me.  He sat beside us
with a clear view of what was about to happen.

"One thing I know about jocks is that they love to break records, right?"
I asked as I rubbed his entire ass.

"Of course.  Like most yards passing, or longest winning streak.  Things
like that."

"Well today I think it's time to break another record," I smiled as I
leaned in to kiss his lower back.

"Which is?"

"You haven't seen my cock yet, have you?"

"No sir," he replied as he remained with his head on the pillow, ass up.

"Well, you're about to take eight and a half inches, which will be the
biggest you've ever had up inside you."

"He's only a half inch bigger than me," Blake said to either downplay my
size, or brag about this own.  He grinned as I dripped lube onto North's
ass, causing him to inhale slightly.

"I hate that part," Blake said to him.  "They should invent warm lube."

"It warms up once you get going," I assured him as I pushed my thumb into
him with one hand, while using the other to push my underwear down, and
wiggle out of it, before tossing it across the room.  Most straight boys
clamp shut when you push something into them, and you have to slap their
ass, reminding them to relax and breathe.  North was already doing both,
but was still amazingly tight.  The perks of being a teenage jock, I guess.
As I used a bit more pressure to push my thumb in deeper, and my fingers
wrapped around his taut ballsac, he moaned, and actually pushed back
against me.

"Someone's eager," I smirked.

"First time my prostate got touched I came in seconds," he revealed.

"How long do you last now?"  I asked as I worked him harder.

"Much longer," he admitted.

"Blake, reach up and feel how tight North's balls are.  Those are getting
ready to explode."

Blake leaned in and cupped the nut sack, as I moved my fingers out of the
way to allow him access.

"Back then I was so nervous when I got my first anal, I barely remember all
the details.  I just remember starting doggy style before I was thrown on
my back so I could watch him enter me again.  I don't know how long it
actually took, but it felt like he was in and out in seconds.  I dunno what
happened, but after that I was horny all the time.  Like touching my ass
somehow activated my sex drive," North revealed.

"It probably did.  That's pretty hot.  Speaking of horny, you ready for me
to take you?"

Blake was stroking his own erection as he watched me working his friend's
ass.  I felt like I was now the quarterback, and North was the center the
way he was bent over in front of me.  I think I got that right.  Isn't the
center the guy that bends over so the quarterback can feel his ass while
all the other players who are also bent over, look around nervously in case
they're next.  I could never play football.  I'd want to go up and down the
line trying each guy out one at a time.

I lubed my cock up, and pressed it against him, letting him feel my cock
sliding up and down the length of the well-prepared crack.  I slowed down
and pressed the tip of my erection against his hole, giving a little test
push.  North gave another moan as the pressure increased.

"You ready for a record-breaking entry?"

"I think so," he said, almost in a hushed pant.

"Do you like that Blake will get to watch me penetrate your hot jock ass?"

"As long as you don't say anything to anyone," he replied looking directly
at Blake.

Blake held up three fingers.  "Scout's honour!  I get to go next, right?"

"Let's see how he does first, shall we?"  I suggested as I ran my hand over
North's lower back to help him relax even more.  Ever since he responded to
having his thigh massaged downstairs, I had a feeling this boy would be
willing.  He was too eager for the full body massage, so I'd had my
suspicions at that point, and now they'd been confirmed.  Someone was about
to score!  That's jock sex talk.  I wonder if this is one of those
three-point conversions you hear about, or is it two-points?  Like I care.
Anyway, what do you think they're converting the points into?  Always
wondered about that.  I converted my Canadian Tire points into a new
toaster, but I don't think this is that.

"Blake, lean forward so you can see this big ass suck in my cock like a
baby with a pacifier."

He scrunched up his face to show me he wasn't a fan of the analogy, but
leaned over North's back to watch me take his friend.  I pushed forward so
that the tip of my mushroom head was almost forming a seal around his
puckered entrance.  As soon as my dick began to add pressure to his hole,
he arched his back down and I felt him relax.  It was pretty obvious that
this boy was no stranger to taking cock.  I eased myself slowly forward,
sliding in like a hot knife through butter as his hole opened to accept me.
He was tight, and of course firm, but he didn't resist at all as I entered.
I could see him struggle a little with the last couple inches, but to his
credit he just stayed completely motionless until I was fully seated.

"That's so fuckin' hot," Blake said, almost in a whisper as he watched my
cock vanish into his quarterback friend.

"Nice.  That's all the way in.  How's it feel?"  I asked.

"Oh my god that's big," he said in a raspy breath.

"Yes, yes it is," I said as I slowly moved inside him.  If you've never
fucked a muscular jock, I highly recommend it.  Pick one up today at your
local gym.  Supplies are limited, so act in the next five minutes, and
we'll add a bottle of lube to every jock.  "The good thing about a big cock
is that it means a big load too.  Wait until you feel that splash into you!
Blake, slide underneath him so the two of you can 69.  Try not to make him
cum though as he may not want to continue after that, and you'd miss your
turn.  North, you said you sucked a cock before."

"Yes, but it's not my favorite thing," he replied.

"That's okay, I don't care about that.  It just gives you something to
focus on while you're being fucked.  You ever suck one as big as Blake?"

"Not even close.  Even when we were playing in our three-way, I only kinda
licked the side of it, not like took it in my mouth or anything."

"Even gay guys have trouble deep throating an eight incher, but get that in
you, and enjoy.  Do you still see your old coach?"

"Yeah, still going over.  Even after five years, he still has good advice
for me about football, but I don't go over as much as I used to when I was
a kid.  He has a few younger guys that he's working with now.  I've met
some of them, and the plays they are coming up with are great.  We've even
gone out in his yard to run a few."

"Is that all you do?  Just work on football plays?"  I asked as I slowly
and gently moved in and out of his ass to warm him up.  Even I know that
you have to warmup before the main event.  I learned that from movies about
sports, and from Alex.  He's still a jock.  You need to stretch out the
muscles and such.  I'm doing my part to stretch him out.

"No, we do workout routines too.  Coach said it's important to get the
right mix to ensure you work all muscles.  One of the guys I met is a wide
receiver, so with me as the quarterback, we really get some training."

I laughed.  "Blake's a wide receiver too, but it has nothing to do with
football."

"Not a wide receiver.  A tight end!"  Blake giggled like a kid from his new
position underneath North.  I knew he was there not only from his little
giggle, but from the fact he had one of his hands rubbing our balls as he
sucked North off.

"God, being around you guys, I'm never gonna look at football the same
again," North remarked.

"So nothing else, like massages or anything with the other boys?"

"There's one guy that I ended up doing something with.  Kinda by accident
the first time."

"By accident?  So you tripped and your penis fell into his ass?"  I joked
as I held his back.  I think he was talking so much to avoid sucking
Blake's dick.  Although in fairness, Blake didn't seem to be objecting, as
he was pretty focused.

"No," he said shaking his head.  "I was over at coach's, and he was giving
me a massage on the living room floor, which led to him entering me as it
usually does now.  I thought we were alone, but he had some kid taking a
nap in his room.  The guy walked out completely naked, and saw us doing it.
I almost freaked out as it was the first time I'd been caught having sex,
never mind it being with another guy.  Coach kept going, and assured me
that Sawyer was fine with it, which from the guy's erection, I figured made
it true."

"That would be pretty hot.  I'd love to stumble into that happening," Blake
grinned.

"Blake, you deliberately stumble into that happening on a regular basis," I
reminded him.  "I think you listen to make sure it's happening, before you
stumble."  He just shrugged.  "So what happened?"

"Coach finished fucking me, and had me lie on my back so that Sawyer could
blow me.  While he was doing that, coach fucked him as well."

"That seems like a fun day."

"I almost don't remember it as I was still pretty freaked out at being
caught, but coach just kept us going.  He had Sawyer sit on my dick and
ride me.  That was the first time I'd ever had my dick in someone's ass."

"Was it the last time?"  I asked.

"No.  I'm pretty sure Sawyer is gay, because every time I've been over
since, he seems to show up.  I think coach must call him, or he's tracking
me on GPS.  I also think coach likes seeing us play together, as he gives
us different positions to try.  I went over this one time, and Sawyer was
fucking the hell out of some younger guy while coach watched the two of
them from the couch.  I thought we were gonna do like a four-way, but the
kid sort of freaked out when he saw me, and bolted."

"How old is Sawyer?"

"15, I think.  Maybe 16."

"Feel free to bring him over.  I'll bet we could all find a way to
entertain him."

North laughed.  "You might never get rid of him once he sees how you guys
live.  I still way prefer girls over guys, but I did notice one thing."

"What's that?"

"Guys are more assertive during sex.  I mean when you're with a girl, you
treat her gently, but with a guy, it seems like you're just down to bang
one out."

"That's true," Blake agreed.  "Guys fuck.  Girls wanna make love.  The best
combination is to do both at the same time.  Like when you were over here
with Sienna."

"Was that a hint that you want me to be more forceful and bang you harder?"
I teased.

"I think I'm used to you now so if you want to, sure go for it," he said,
surprising me slightly.  "Don't let it go to your head, Blake, but our
three-way was actually pretty amazing.  I blasted so hard I think it came
out her nose, and I almost passed out.  Fucking your girlfriend was
seriously hot knowing you were watching me take her, but when you were
fucking her, and you guys convinced me to fuck you at the same time, that
was pretty epic too.

"Told you I was awesome at sex," Blake bragged.  "Have any of the girls
you've been with wanted to do group stuff?"  Blake asked.

"Not at all.  They are usually okay being close to their girl friends, like
holding hands and things like that, but when it comes to getting naked,
nah, they're only into something in private.  I need a girl like Sienna.
Now that would be fire.  I do have a new girlfriend I'm working on though,
Chloe.  She seems a bit more willing to try different things.  I pushed her
finger into my ass while she was blowing me, and she didn't pull back all
squeamish or anything.  Needs some work on her cock sucking skills, but the
potential is there.  Maybe you and Sienna should join us for a double date,
Blake.  Let her see how you two are together, and be your usual blunt self.
We'll soon know what lines she'd cross."

"That'd be epic.  Could be a fun night if she's open minded."

"No kidding, right.  You and me watching the girls eat each other out," he
said sounding eager. "Then they watch us 69, which gets them all wet and
horny before they ride us."

"Speaking of sucking dick.  North, lean in and take that shaft.  I'm sure
Blake would appreciate it.  Don't forget to work his balls too."  As I said
it, I felt Blake's fingers wrap around my balls and tug on them gently,
before he inched a finger back to my ass crack and played with my rosebud.
I didn't have to wait long for him to wet his finger with spit and shove it
into me.  I almost shot off inside North at that point, but I wanted the
boy to remember this fuck.  If he enjoys it as much as I think he does,
then I may suggest glute day each week take on a new routine.

I watched as North lowered his head, and gently took the head of Blake's
cock into his mouth.  You could see he wasn't as thrilled about that
activity as he was about the cock inside him.  You know who I always
thought would make good cock suckers?  Those guys in hot dog eating
competitions.  They just shove the whole thing in and swallow.  A hot dog
isn't thick on its own, but add the bun and you're in the nice fat cock
range.  I'll have to keep my ears open for a competition.  Blake and I
enjoyed our quarterback sandwich for another couple minutes before I wanted
to change things up.  Time to run another play...as we say on the sports
field.  Maybe a quarterback sneak, which sounds hot to me.  Sneak up on
them, and before they know it, you're in and experiencing the tight end!

"Blake, I'll pull North upright and wrap my arms around his chest.  You get
on all fours and back up against his cock.  Let him fuck you, while I'm
still inside him.  Let's call this the quarterback meat.  It's a new play
of my own design.  I think it could be a bit hit."

"Now we're talking!" Blake said as he wasted no time grabbing the lube to
finger some into himself, and coat North's cock.

"North, kneel up and let Blake get in front of you," I instructed as I
guided him upright and wrapped an arm around his solid chest, pulling him
against me.  It was like I was holding a small cabinet.  "Let him back onto
you, and once the head of your cock is in, grab his ass firmly and slam
yourself the rest of the way in.  Don't worry, he can handle it.  Then just
rock back and forth between us."

"This might cause me to cum.  Just so you know," he warned.  "I'm usually
not as eager to do stuff after I nut."

"That's pretty normal, but just so YOU know, even if you cum, you're not
done until we're done.  I want you to take a nice couple of loads home as a
parting massage gift.  So if you cum in Blake, we're not going to stop
until he's returned the favour in your ass."

"I'll try," he replied.  I feel like channeling Yoda right now about `Do or
do not. There is no try,' but I don't want to give him the option of `do
not'.

Blake wasted no time backing up against North, and I watched as the cock
speared Blake and drove into him in one thrust.  As North got into the
rhythm of moving back and forth between us, each time he moved back I
pulled him in fast to really give him a good slamming, sending the thrusts
all the way through to Blake, who was doing his best to steady himself in
front of us.  I made an over enthusiastic announcement that I was cumming
and grunted loudly, while holding on tight.  I felt each throbbing pulse
fire off wave after wave into North and fill up that huge ass.  Well, I
doubt I filled it, but I gave it my best try.  North must have felt it
because he was next.

"Oh god!  I'm gonna cum!!" He announced as he bent forward slightly and
held Blake's hips tight.  Like you'd do to your center when you're ready to
call for the ball?  Not sure.  I've never been a quarterback or center
before.  He shook hard and long as he reached orgasm.  There's something so
primitive about watching a jock achieve liftoff.  There was just pure
animal lust at emptying himself inside someone.  He pulled Blake against
him several times, harder than he'd done before, and just kept grunting and
hammering away.  He finally stopped and almost collapsed.

"Blake, get back here and take over for me.  Fuck him fast before he
fades," I said quickly.

Blake scrambled off his cock, and I pushed North onto his hands, before I
pulled out of his ass.  I smiled when I saw my cum start to leak out of
him.  Yeah, that must have been one impressive load.

"You won't need lube.  I'm sure he's got enough in there," I said as I
helped Blake get quickly into position.  He let me aim his cock and push
him inside.  He grabbed North's hips, and just happily pounded away.  Once
a boy hits puberty, you don't need to buy him toys.  Just a steady supply
of lube and Kleenex and they're happy.

I helped Blake by rubbing his ass, and gently fingering his used hole,
feeling North's cum as I explored.  I reached around for North's cock as
well, but he pulled my hand off it, saying it was always super sensitive
after he came.  As if that's news.  99.9% of boys have that problem.  You
can get them out of that by tying them down after they cum, and working
them hard until they nut off a second or third time.

"You're almost there Blake.  Hammer him harder," I encouraged.  "As you
cum, pull out and let me see you spray it all over his back."

"Wow, I never knew sex had directions," North said, as he gave what sounded
like a nervous laugh.  "You guys should write for porn."

"I'd rather star in it," Blake announced.  "I'm pretty close.  Just a few
more seconds!"

The tongue came out to the side of his mouth and he gripped North firmly.
I knew the looks and I moved my hand between his legs to rub his balls for
him.  He cried out and began his climax.  He quickly grabbed his cock and
pulled out, spewing the last half of his orgasm all over North's back and
ass.  I wonder if Blake produces more cum than me, or do guys all make it
at the same rate?  I'll have to look that up.

"Now THAT's a massage," I grinned as I rubbed my fingers in the mess on
North's back.  I put my hand on the back of Blake's head and applied some
pressure.  He got the hint, and leaned forward to lick his cum up.  Hey, if
you make a mess, you clean it up.  The main rule when you live in a
household.  I used a towel to wipe up the last bit and dry North off,
before we all lay down to relax.

"So now you can say the biggest cock you've had in you is eight and a
half," I grinned.  He looked down to visually identify what had been up
inside him, as this was the first time he'd seen my dick.  Feeling it is
one thing, seeing it is another.  "So that ends the massage.  Are you
feeling more relaxed now?"  I asked with a small grin.

"I'd say I'm totally relaxed.  Not a tense muscle anywhere.  Thanks."

"Anytime.  Feel free to come over and work on some plays.  I don't know
shit about football, but I'd be happy to bend you over in front of me so
can check your tight end or wide receiver skills.  I could get some balls
in the basket, and do some dribbling before scoring a slap shot touchdown
in the net."

"Yeah.  You do know you're mixing up the sports, right?"  He said shaking
his head.  "I wouldn't mind coming over again.  You got some pretty sic
workout equipment, and having the pools and hot tubs are good too.  So are
the sauna and steam room."

"Massages are always available either from Blake or myself.  Don't hesitate
to ask.  If you move glute day here, I can promise it'll get the best
workout ever."

"I might not have a lot of time soon though.  I'm trying to find a job as I
need to make a bit more money for university.  I have enough for tuition,
housing and food, but a little extra would help as I don't plan on having a
job in my first year at university.  I have a pretty heavy course load
planned."

"What type of job are you looking for?"  I asked as I sat beside him,
looking at both boys.

"Anything, really.  Just hopefully not some minimum wage job flipping
burgers."

"I'll keep my ears open.  We have a few companies that we use that might
need people.  I'll give them a call."

"That'd be awesome.  Thanks," he grinned.

"How many hours were you looking at for a part-time job?"  I asked.

"I figured two nights a week of four hours, and eight on the weekend so
like 16 on average."

"We should find you a job to show off your assets and skills.  Maybe a pool
cleaner where you're shirtless and wearing tight shorts," I teased.  "I
know you're straight, but trust me, flaunt what you've got to get ahead.
An ass that impressive would fuel the fantasies of everyone from cougars to
gays."

"I guess I do have junk in the trunk, huh?  You never think about it when
you're around the guys, and girls don't care.  They are only interested in
your dick, mostly."

"Well, we notice, I said rubbing his firm pecs.  "Just for the record,
you're one comfortable fuck.  Sometimes the guy's ass is bony, and you feel
like you're gonna crack him in half.  You were like a memory foam bed, as
opposed to a blanket on concrete."

"Thanks?  I think.  You will probably want to meet Sawyer at some point.
He loves being fucked.  I'm sure he's one of those power bottoms you hear
about.  I've sometimes been at coach's place and seen him ride cock for
hours at a time."

"Is he cute?"  Blake asked as we continued the post sex talk.

North shrugged.  "Not really the best judge of that.  He's got long light
brown hair, sort of a pointy jaw.  He's pretty toned for his age.  Sort of
your build, Blake.  Dick's not as big though.  He's more my size than you
guys."

"So around 6 inches?" I clarified.

"Sure, I guess.  Something like that.  But if you're only gonna fuck him, I
guess cock size isn't that big a deal, huh?"

"Not really, but it's nice to know for pre-planning purposes," I
smirked. "How about you boys go dump that cum out, and take a shower?"

"Then we can go hit the steam room if you like," Blake offered.

"That's a good idea, but I'm so relaxed I might fall asleep in there,"
North said as the boys inched off the bed and stood up.  "God, even my legs
feel like rubber.  I would like to use the tanning booth for a bit if
that's okay too."

"That's how you know you had the perfect massage," I said as they headed
off to the bathroom.  I threw the towels in the hamper, and jumped back
into my underwear to head downstairs.  I felt pretty proud of myself for
having had fun with the quarterback, and from the sound of it he was
willing to come back again.  Of course, we'll see how that goes once he
goes home and thinks about it.  We given that big ass of his a real
workout, so it'll be interesting to see how he processes it over the next
few hours, or days.

Once North had left, Blake came and sat down next to me.  "That was fun.
How'd you know he'd go for it?"

"He made a few small moves suggested he was more into it than he was
actually saying.  Were you okay with it?"

"Sure.  Like I said...it was fun.  I just don't want you guys monopolizing
him if he keeps coming over.  I know how it goes around here.  Shit, if you
were bisexual, you'd have already screwed my girlfriend," Blake pointed
out.

"Not true.  Well...maybe if I were bisexual.  She's pretty persuasive.
Next time the three of you get together, I'd love to see the look on her
face while North's fucking her, and you slip into him at the same time."

"And you know that's gonna happen!" he beamed.  "It'd be even hotter if he
gets Chloe as his girlfriend and then I join in.  That would be some epic
shit right there."

I changed the subject.  "How'd your thing go this morning with your friend
coming out?"

"I think it went well.  He was crazy nervous this morning.  He was shaking
pretty bad before we entered the school.  At first I didn't think he would
do it, but he manned up.  His hands were pretty sweaty by the time we got
all the way to his locker.  I don't think anyone really even noticed us
holding hands, but he told me later that he was sure everyone was talking
about it."

"That's a pretty normal reaction when you do something that makes you that
nervous," I nodded.

"Yeah, I suppose.  I was like that when I did my first ten metre dive.  I
figured everyone was judging me, when in fact, probably only two or three
people actually watched," he reasoned.

"And did you do the lunch thing?"

"You mean holding hands, or the sex under the bleachers?  `Cause we didn't
do that.  We did do the hand holding thing though.  At least until we got
the trays for the food.  His friends joined us and they seem like pretty
good guys."

"That's always nice to have as a support team.  Was anyone surprised?"

"I heard a few people congratulate him, but I don't think we shocked anyone
or anything.  I mean it's not like I boned him in the gym during a pep
rally.  We wouldn't want that...again," he chuckled.  I'm pretty sure he
was kidding.  About 92% sure.

"Sounds like it went well."

"I think it did.  You were right about him wanting to hang out with his
friends after school though.  I guess they have a lot to talk about.
That's why I arranged to hang with North.  Figured I might get at least
some action.  I had no idea he would go that far though.  Thanks for
helping."

"Anytime," I grinned.  "That's what I'm here for."

Blake laughed.  "You're here to screw my friends?  Good to know.  Got any
free condos lying around that I can move into?"

"Don't tempt me, boy.  You blew a nice load today.  How long had it been
since you came last?"

"A couple days.  Didn't have time yesterday, and I didn't jerk off this
morning in case I got some action after school.  I wanted to impress with
how much I could shoot."

"Well, North may not have seen it, but I was impressed," I said praising
him.  "`Proud father of a long-distance shooter.'  My next bumper sticker."

"That'd be the best sticker.  People would think I was a sniper, but only
we would know the real truth.  You only saw half my load.  The other half I
let go in his ass before I pulled out."

"Nice.  You should save that size load for every orgasm."

He turned to look at me, frowning slightly.  "Is that your shrink way of
suggesting I only jerk off every couple days, instead of two or more times
a day?"

"I'm just saying if you want to impress someone, save it up.  That's all.
Not trying to limit your fun.  God knows how starved for sex you must be,"
I said sarcastically, then realized this was going right over his head
again.

"I know, right?  I should be getting it twice a day, but lately it's been
like every couple of days.  It's like all you guys are getting too old for
sex, just as I'm ramping up at the peak of my prime.  I mean just a few
days ago, I had sex with Kyle and Chance, and they BOTH fell asleep before
I could cum a fourth time.  Talk about rude.  I had to wait until they woke
up before we could go another couple rounds.  Is that how it is when you
get older?"

"Not at our age.  Not yet.  But sure, when you get a lot older, both your
metabolism and sex drive fade.  I've even read that when you get towards
senior citizen status, the penis could shrink and change shape slightly.
Not sure how true that is, but that's more horrifying than getting Ebola in
my mind."

"Mine too.  Promise if that happens to me, you'll give me the shot and put
me out of my misery."

"Is that an option now?"

"Still not funny.  Anyway, I know you love me.  Your finger in my ass
earlier proved that."

"Nice try. I had my finger in there to stop all the cum leaking all over
the bed.  With a hole as sloppy as yours you should carry a butt plug
around for the after-sex corking you'd need."

"I'm so tight they've designed water seals after my ass.  You're just
jealous because I got fucked, and you didn't."

"Anyway, I had fun today and I like watching you in action."

"Any tips?" He asked as he snuggled into me, and put his hand on my bare
stomach.

"I don't think you need sex tips.  I'm pretty sure you know more than most,
already."

"True," he smiled as he slowly slid his hand inside my underwear to grab my
cock, before pulling out, and smelling his fingers.

"What are you doing?"

"Checking to see if you smell like North," he smiled, looking up at me.

"I cleaned up," I assured him.

"Maybe, but you still smell like him," he said snuggling into me a bit
more.  We were both comfortable so we stayed like that for a while as we
had a short nap.  I heard a camera go off and opened my eyes to find Colin
standing there grinning.

"Sorry, you both looked so peaceful. You want a blanket?"  He whispered.

"No, he's nice and warm," I whispered back.

"Shhhh, we're sleeping," Blake whispered without moving or opening his
eyes.  Is sleep conversation a thing?

"You heard the boy.  We're sleeping," I mimicked.

Colin leaned down to kiss me, which caused Blake to lift his head and
pucker up for his own kiss.  Still without opening his eyes.

Now that I'm in good with the quarterback, I wonder if there are other
jocks out there in need of my special massages.  Once word gets out, I
could be busier than Cole and Arden combined.  How hot would that be?  A
few tables side by side with naked jocks spread, oiled and waiting for
their happy endings.  Then I'll toss each one into an ice bath once I'm
done so they calm down and not want a second round right away.  Anyone else
need an ice bath?

Back in the reality of the adult world, Nate and I we getting down to
serious business.  I'd let Nate take the first few clients we received, and
he was more than happy to accept them.  We had worked out an agreement
between the two of us as to how each of us would contribute to the office.
10% of all money we took in would go into the office fund to pay for things
we needed to stay operational like rent, electricity, advertising, etc.
Right now, Colin said we wouldn't have to pay for the space or electricity
until we got our business established.  Then he said we could revisit it.
I have a feeling he may never charge us.  We agreed to keep building the
fund in case we wanted expand, or do more advertising.  Things like that.
Colin said his financial guys would help us invest the money so it was
working hard to make even more for us.  I picture my money in a hard hat
with a pick axe, deep down in a gold mine somewhere.

I was feeling pretty good after I got home and decided to take a bike ride.
Which, if you know me isn't something I do a lot.  I have a bike but it
rarely gets used.  I think that happens a lot when you finally buy a car.
It's just easier.  I mean I know biking is healthier, but our city isn't
exactly built to just jump on a bike to go the store.  You'd have to make a
conscious decision to want to cycle 5 kilometres to a store and back.  This
isn't Europe where cities are built for the convenience of the people.
North American cities are built for the convenience of the businesses, and
you just have to go where they are...and accept it.  We're also the kind of
society that will hear of gas being 3 cents a litre cheaper at Costco and
drive 30 minutes across town, then line up for another 30 minutes at the
pump.  Nothing feels more satisfying than spending $6 in gas to save $1.80.

I think it's changing slightly with new developments trying to be all
inclusive.  Like transit, shopping and residential all within blocks of
each other.  I like that, and it's sort of utopian.  I'd like to see a big
park in the middle of a development.  Around the outside is residential; a
transit hub for buses, Skytrain, electric bikes, and a shopping area.
There should be solar powered rental golf carts available so you can get
your groceries or shopping items home easier.  Maybe in the middle of the
central park is a swimming lake or something.  Make it a real self
contained area.  Not a gated community for the elite but an all inclusive
area for regular folk.  Don't just make one of these, make the same thing
every few kilometres, connected through bike paths, light rail transit and
subway system.  Fuck cars completely.  If you need a car to go somewhere,
let's have electric, or some new solar type car, available to rent at an
affordable price.  You want to go visit the national parks, or drive to
another city, you just tap your transponder at the car and off you go.
It'd be cheaper than paying for gas and insurance, not to mention car loan
payments.  Plus think how much we'd save on road infrastructure.  Yeah,
this is my utopia.  All this shit exists now, so let's just do it and say
to our kids, yeah, we care.

What was I doing?  Right, going for a bike ride.  There's a nice park only
a kilometre from us, so I went there to ride some of the trails.  Not sure
if the trails are for bikes or people as there are no signs painted on the
ground to tell me, but if you go fast enough and just ring your bell,
people leap out of the way pretty quickly, so it's all good.  Good thing
there are soft bushes for them to leap into.  It's their own fault if they
get hurt.  They should be wearing helmets.  I have to when I ride, except
on days where my hair is fire and I don't want to ruin the look.  I'd been
so focused on heading out for a ride that I'd forgotten my water bottle, so
I stopped for a drink at one of the rest stations.  Then realized I
probably needed a pee too.  If water goes in, it's gonna come out one way
or the other.

I hit the restroom which was an old style one with the brick walls, couple
urinals, and a couple stalls and sinks.  Nothing fancy.  There was already
an older guy peeing, so I used the free urinal beside him.  No dividers
between them.  Normally I like this type as you get a chance to glance at
others peeing as well.  Like a penis showroom.  I think most straight boys
like bathrooms with dividers for privacy, but I don't get that.  How will
they ever know how they compare to other guys if they can't check out other
penises.  Straight boys are so weird.  I noticed the guy beside me didn't
appear to actually be peeing.  I've heard that about older guys, sometime
it takes forever to get the flow going.  Not sure why, I'm guessing it's
like old pipes.  They get clogged with sediment build up and don't drain as
fast.  I figure a little tiny urethra brush would take care of that, but
maybe it comes on so slowly that older guys don't notice that they're
clogged.  Someone should look into that.  I know they have colonoscopies,
maybe they should have penisoscopies too.  I could volunteer to be a
penisoscologist.  I think sometimes it'd be hard work, but mostly I'd be
able to handle it.

I was mid stream and saw out of the corner of my eye that the guy next to
me was actively watching.  I guess he's jealous of my powerful stream.  I'm
like the Los Angeles River after a two day rain storm, as opposed to him,
being the river in the middle of drought summer.  I looked over and instead
of turning away like many would, he just smiled.

"Very nice," he nodded.  "You want some help with that?"

Do I want some help peeing?  Hell no.  "Thanks, I've been peeing most of my
life," I replied as I looked down.  I supposed if I'd been straight, I'd
have moved my body to hide his view, but I'm not straight (Like you didn't
know), so I'm pretty sure my brain told my penis to show off and I eased
back slightly.

"I think we could do better than just peeing.  Would you maybe like a nice
blowjob?"

Wow, that was even more direct than me.  I stammered slightly, trying to
sound nervous.  I wasn't.  I was just trying to decide if I was horny
enough to let a guy in his mid forties suck my dick.  "I...uhhhh...what?"

"Follow me," he said, and moved away from the urinal to head into the
larger of the two stalls.  I put my penis away and turned to follow.  I
mean it's not like I haven't done this a hundred times before, but usually
I was the one making the first move.  I'd already decided to act like a
shy, nervous, inexperienced boy, as it seemed like it would be more fun.
As soon as I got to the stall door, he pulled me inside and closed the
door.  He positioned himself between me and the door and just stared at me,
grinning.  In a quiet voice, he simply said, "Nice."

"Ummm, so what do I do?"  I asked.  I mean he did just offer a blowjob, so
that's what I'm expecting.

"You enjoy yourself," he grinned as he reached for my shirt and pulled it
off over my head in one quick move.  Then he unfastened his own shirt
before removing it.  He was about an inch taller than me, but had a much
bigger build.  I think you'd describe it as atypical for his age.  Thick
chest and big stomach.  Not like beer belly huge, but bigger than a toned
swimmer with abs.  There were no abs.  He also had full chest hair,
although it looked like he trimmed it.  Considering I don't like chest
hair, it actually looked pretty good on him.

Without warning he pulled me against him and shoved his tongue into my
mouth as he held my head with one hand and grabbed my ass with the other.
He kept that up a while until he let us come up for air.  I was in the
middle of taking deep breaths now that I had my face back, and he was
quickly undoing my pants.  He had them down to my knees in no time and was
working my junk like a weekend shopper at a pop-up sale.  You gotta laugh
at that.  Pop-up sale.  Pop-up penis.  Ha!

"Even nicer now that you're hard," he grinned looking down at it.  While he
was working the pole, his other hand rubbed my chest and played with my
nipples.  They're not actually that sensitive, but I acted like they were
and gasped as he tweaked them.  I think he liked that because the next
thing he did as to lean in and begin sucking on them.  He sure had some
force behind that suck and with the tongue action, my nipples were being
stretched right off my body.  If he uses that same force on my penis, by
the time he's done my 8½ inches could be closer to 9.  I'm not
complaining.  He worked my chest and my penis simultaneously, and I wasn't
hating it.  By the time I was fully hard and my balls had tightened up
completely, he kissed down my chest as he lowered himself to his knees.

For the next three minutes he enjoyed my cock and balls, and gave me
regular compliments on them.  I was getting close to cumming, which I think
he must have recognized, because he suddenly stopped and spun me around.
His hands each grabbed an ass cheek and pulled them firmly apart.

"My god that's a sweet looking hole.  Delicious," he said almost to
himself, before diving his face into my crack.  He licked and sucked my ass
for another minute before he began probing me as deep as he could with his
tongue.  Each time he pushed in; I made a small subtle movement of lifting
up as if unsure about having me ass eaten.  Frankly I wanted to reach back,
grab his head and pull him in deeper.  He added a finger next and slowly
worked it around my pucker, teasing and tapping it repeatedly, alternated
with licking and tongue probing me. He was using plenty of spit to work my
ass open and I was pretty sure he wasn't going to finish the blowjob now.

I didn't have to wait long to find out.  He stood up and pressed himself up
against me.  I could feel that he now had his pants down as well.  I could
feel his erection sliding up and down and he held me.  He leaned in to turn
my head and kiss me again before asking if I'd ever been fucked before.

"No. Never," I replied in a little white lie.  Okay a big white lie.

"I think you'll enjoy it.  Bend over and hold the back of the toilet and
just relax," he said giving me directions.

I leaned forward and he'd onto the metal flusher pipe and waited. I heard
him spitting into his hand, to no doubt slick up his cock and my ass.  He
did it a couple times, so I'm guessing we won't be using lube.  Honestly if
you're gonna fuck a virgin you need to use lube for his first fuck or he's
not going to enjoy it anywhere near as much.  Fortunately for him, I'm used
to this.

He worked his cock up and down between my cheek a couple times, but I could
feel how impatient he was.  For him this was nothing more than a quick
bathroom fuck.  For me, it was my first anal penetration. A special moment
that I'll remember for the rest of my life.  Something by which all future
fucks will compared.  Or it would if I'd actually been a virgin. He pressed
the tip of his erection against my hole and began to push.  I did what he
expected and raised up on my tip toes a bit.  He pulled me back down and
held my hip as he used his other hand to guide himself up inside me.  There
was no caring or concern being shown.  He just wanted to fuck me, or more
accurately, wanted to fuck the cute blond guy he'd picked up at a urinal.
The ever important `how we met' story to come up at our wedding.  He did
pause for a second as his cock head got past my sphincter and my ass closed
around his shaft.

"Damn you have a tight ass, boy," he said as his other hand now moved to my
hip so that I was ready to fuck.  Told all you doubters that I had a tight
ass.  He slowly pushed himself the rest of the way in, but he wasn't overly
large so I really didn't strain too much.  By the time he was fully in and
I could feel him pressing against me, my internal ass ruler figured he was
probably five inches and average thickness.  He wasted no time getting to
the fuck.  He held my hips firmly and slammed my ass harder and harder with
each thrust.  I tried my best to show I was having trouble taking him, but
frankly I'm surprised I didn't yawn.  He leaned in at one point and told me
to be quiet so we didn't get caught.

I was being deep dived, I looked down and saw a small face peeking under
the partition between the stalls.  I smiled at him, and when he realized
he'd been caught, he disappeared back to his stall.  A few seconds later,
his curiosity obviously got the better of him and his face reappeared.
This time, I pretended not to see him.

I could feel that the guy was about to cum, so I tightened my ass to help
him along.  He grunted and thrust hard into me and held on as he pumped his
load fully inside.  Not sure how much a guy that age produces, but it
didn't take long from him to come down from the orgasm.  He pulled out,
wiped his dick with toilet paper and got redressed as I stood back up.

He slapped my ass.  "Thanks.  That was fun.  You're one hot boy.  Hope I'll
see you again."  With that overwhelming review, he opened the door and
left.  I locked it behind him and took a moment to drain myself, before
cleaning up and getting dressed.  I'd barely gotten to the sink to wash up
when the other stall door opened and a young guy walked up next to me to
wash his own hands.  He stared at me in the mirror the entire time,
grinning like a lunatic with a day pass.  He had braces, so that really
added to the serial killer vibe, although he was small, so wasn't really
that intimidating.

"Did you enjoy the show?"  I ask quietly as I stared back in the mirror.

"A lot," he nodded in his high voice.  "Was it fun?"

"A lot," I replied nodding.

"Ummm...would you maybe wanna show me how to do it?  I kinda want to know,
but I'm not sure how to start?"

I smiled as I turned off the tap and went to grab some paper towel.  He
followed closely.  "Do you like boys?"  I asked.

"Definitely.  I think of boys all the time and want to learn how to have
naked fun with them, but I'm not sure of the rules."

"Really the only rules are to find someone you like that likes you back,
and then have fun together.  As long as both of you agree to it and stop
when consent is withdrawn."  God, I've matured so much being a parent that
I sometimes scare myself.

"I really wanna do what you guys were doing.  You know...all that stuff."
He paused and looked like he was thinking, either that or he was buffering
and just stuck.  "I think I'd like to try a penis in my bum.  That looks
like it's the best."

I laughed quietly.  "How old are you?"

"Uhhh...how old do I need to be?"  He inquired as we'd move to just
standing and talking casually.

I laughed again.  "Said every horny boy.  Come on, how old are you?"

"I'm 12.  I'll be 13 soon though," he added.  "So you wanna show me how to
do that stuff?  I don't have nowhere to be right now."

"What's your name?"

"Michaelangelo.  Mike for short, but my friends call me Turtle.  You know
because of the whole Teenage Ninja Turtle thing."

"If your friends call you Turtle, what the hell do your enemies call you?"

"Shelly," he replied quickly.  I hadn't expected that.  Personally I would
have gone with Shredder.  You know...the braces and all.

"I think you look more like an Angelo than a Mike or Turtle."

"That's what my Gran calls me, but that always gets shortened to Angie.  I
hate it," he said almost abruptly.

"How about I just call you Mike?  Ooohhh...wait.  Jello?  Like
michaelan-gelo.

He shrugged.  "I'm good with Mike.  So, you wanna go back in that stall and
show me stuff?"

"One track mind, huh?  Can't fault you for that.  Actually, you're a little
young for me..."  I started to say before being cut off.

"Please.  I've seen tons of boys without clothes, and all I can think about
is playing with some of them one day.  I just gotta know how.  It's a
matter of life and death," he pleaded.

"I'm sure at your age it feels like it, but you'll live.  I was actually
going to say that I'm too old for you, but I know a 14-year-old that would
be more than willing to explain a few things to you.  Maybe give you some
tips and tricks to help you get laid when you're ready."

"I'm ready.  Can I meet him?  Who is he?"

"He's actually my son, Blake.  I know he'd enjoy meeting you."

"Does he like boys too?"

"Blake likes everyone.  I mean literally everyone, and I know he'd enjoy
meeting you as you have a very strong, outgoing, personality.  That's the
type Blake really gets along well with."

"Would he do sex stuff with me?  That's what I really wanna learn."

"I think if you ask him, I can't see a reason he'd say no, but again, it
would require him to consent."

"I know about that stuff.  We learn it in school.  Thought it only applied
to girls though, so you didn't hurt their feelings.  My friend says boys
don't need to give consent because we always want sex."

He's not wrong in my mind, but we're in a woke equal rights culture now.
"No, both parties have to consent.  Any gender, and it can be withdrawn at
any time, so you have to listen for it and respect the decision."

"I would.  Good to know.  So, should I just come home with you to meet your
son?  I don't have to be home until later."

Why do people say that?  `I don't have to be there until later.'  Like
literally one second after they say it, it's later.  I looked at him and
smiled.  You could see how eager he was, and no doubt just as excited
considering what he'd just witnessed.  "I'm pretty sure having you leave
with me and get into my car would get both of us on an amber alert.  Not to
mention what your dad would do to me if he thought I was having sex with
you."

"I don't have a dad, just a mom, and she doesn't know much about boy stuff.
She tries, but she's a girl and only knows girl things for real.  She even
told me that I should sit to pee so I don't make a mess.  See, that's the
type of advice I get that I know is wrong, so I can't really ask here about
this sort of stuff.  Especially not with another boy.  Maybe if I wanna get
with a girl, I can ask her how that works, but not a boy," he said rambling
off on some long explanation.

I'll tell you what.  Give me your phone and I'll put my address in for you.
If you show up to hang out with Blake, then there's nothing suspicious
about that.  You mom would probably okay with you hanging out with a
slightly older boy, as opposed to an adult."

"Not if she knew he was putting his penis in my bum, she wouldn't," he
laughed sweetly.

"Does she know you like boys?"

"I think so.  I told her I liked seeing boys naked more than girls, but I
think she still sees me like a little kid."

"Parents have a tendency to do that.  It's hard to accept that your kid is
growing up sometimes.  Would she be supportive if you ended up being gay?"

He shrugged.  "I think so.  She might even know already, before I do, as
she always makes comments when we see gay guys on TV shows.  Like how cute
it is that they can be themselves, and shit like that."

"Sounds like a good mom, but I still don't want to end up on a provincial
amber alert."

I took his phone and put my contact information in his phone.  I put it
under Blake's name with his phone number and our address.  Then I put my
name and phone number in the notes field.  `Justin – Blake's Dad.'  I
explained to him about the entry gate, and told him just to push the button
like a doorbell.

He took the phone back, looked at the details and gave me a big grin.
"Thanks!  Thanks a lot," he said as he put his phone away.  "I'll see you
soon, okay?"

Before I had time to answer, he took off.  I guess he's at the right age
for curiosity about sex to be his main focus.  Wait until he's 14 and it
moves from focus to obsession.  I stopped to pick up a new pair of runners
at Sport Chek as my old ones had gotten dirty.  That almost led me to try
picking up some of the hot guys checking out sports equipment.  I'd happily
volunteer to help them size jock straps if they ask.

I got a text from Blake just as I was driving through the main gates.
`wear r u?'  he doesn't do a lot of spell checking on text.

`pulling in drive. y?' I replied.  I used voice reply in case anyone is
concerned about driving and texting.  You can relax.  The only way I'm
anywhere near confident enough to text and drive is if I've had at least
half a joint and a couple beers first.

`I'll meet you.'  The text had barely arrived before Blake was bouncing out
of the house to follow me into the garage.

"Soooo...what you been up to?"  He asked, almost singing it.  I knew
something was up, just by that tone.

"Nothing.  Went to the mall to get new shoes.  Why, what have you been up
to, and do we need our lawyer?"

He just laughed.  "Oh, not much.  You been hanging out in bathrooms getting
railed?"

"How did you know that?"  I asked slightly surprised that word had gotten
out that fast.  At that speed my sexploits must be going viral now.  "I
mean no...of course not."  My smirk might have given me away though.

"Oh, I dunno.  Some little voice told me," he grinned.

"Oh, did Mike call you?"

"Call me?  No.  He's waiting in my bedroom.  Did you arrange a playdate for
me?" He chuckled.  "The dude said he met you in a bathroom and you promised
I'd fuck him."

I laughed.  "Sort of.  He looked under the stall when I was having some fun
and figured I could show him how to do it.  I told him he was too young for
me."

"I know that feeling.  I've seen guys hooking up in bathrooms before,"
Blake nodded.

"You've only seen it because you're the other guy," I reminded him as we
got into the house.

"True.  So, what's the deal?  Am I just supposed to take his v-card?"

"Only if you want to.  I told him that it was more appropriate for you to
explain sex to him than me.  I don't actually think I promised him you'd
fuck, or actually have sex.  Maybe I should go up and say hi to him and see
what he has in mind."

"Good idea.  Next time you bring a playdate for me, maybe tell me first,"
Blake said patting me on the back.

"I didn't think he'd be here so fast.  I only just left the kid."

"I think he raced here as he was out of breath when he arrived," Blake
smiled.  We made our way up to his room and entered.  I almost laughed out
loud.  Blake turned to look at me.  "I think that makes it pretty obvious
what he has in mind."

Mike was completely naked, lying face down on Blake's bed, playing a video
game.  He turned as soon as he heard us enter.  "Hi Justin.  I came over
like you said.  Are you gonna have sex with me now, Blake?"  He jumped off
the bed and came over towards us.  He was cute for a 12 year old, and had
obviously just entered the beginning of puberty.  His balls had dropped and
I'd guess he was halfway between a pre-puberty penis and a full size one.
He even had a few small hairs already, but I could probably count the
number on one hand, or pluck them out with tweezers.  Oh, and did I mention
that he was also fully, and visibly, excited about what he envisioned
happening.

Blake just looked at me and grinned.  "Are you going to stay and help me
teach, Dad?"

"No.  I'll let you two get to know each other better.  Guess you found the
house easy enough, Mike.  Did Blake show you around?"

"Nah, I can do that later.  I wanna learn about sex stuff.  That's what I'm
most interested in," he replied.

"That's what Blake's most interested in too.  Why don't you jump back on
the bed and keep playing your video games while Blake gets ready," I
suggested.  He didn't waste time resuming his previous position.

Blake lowered his voice to talk to me.  "You really want me to fuck him?"

"Just answer his questions about sex.  No doubt he'll want to try a few
things to see what it's like.  Up to you how far you go, but I think you're
too big to fuck him.  You don't want to damage his ass.  He'd probably be
happy with a finger or a small butt plug."

"It's such a cute ass though," Blake smirked.  He raised the level of his
voice again.  "Okay thanks, Dad.  You can leave if you're not gonna be part
of this.  We boys have things to talk about."

"On that note, I'm out.  Have fun Mike.  I hope you learn what you need."

"Me too," he grinned widely.  "Thanks Justin."

I turned and headed back downstairs, having successfully pimped my son out
to a 12 year old.  Is it me, or are kids today having sex earlier and
earlier?  I blame, video games?  Politicians?  Climate change?  (snaps
fingers). Old growth logging.  Thinking of all that hard wood will do it
for sure.

The boys were up in Blake's room so long I'd almost forgotten they were
home.  I was only reminded of it when they both appeared on the back stairs
looking for something drink.  I now had two naked boys on my hands.  Not
that it's a shock or anything.  That's as common as water around here.

"Looks like you two are getting along.  You must be a bit more used to
being undressed now.  I see the erection is gone," I said to Mike.  "Did
you get the answers you wanted?"

"Yeah," he beamed as he stared at Blake like a new puppy.

"Did you like what you learned?"

"Totally.  Some things were a million times better than I thought they'd
be.  Some were the same, but other stuff wasn't as good as I imagined, but
at least I got to try it," he said as the boys sat down at the island.

Blake gave Mike a pat on the leg.  "He liked getting head the most," he
revealed.  "Like no surprise there.  Every single guy I know loves a
blowjob."

"Yeah it tickled a lot at first, but Blake showed me how to deal with it.
We did it tons after that.  He's really good."

"That he is," I nodded with a smile.  "I'm glad you had fun."

"The most fun of my entire life so far.  We even took a shower.  I've never
showered with another boy before.  Only my mom when I was little.  This was
way more fun," he said giggling slightly as he thought about it.  "I hope
my penis gets as big as Blake's.  I couldn't get much of it in my mouth,
but I think it'll probably be better when I get older."

"He'll also be better when he gets rid of the pecker wreckers.  Kissing a
guy with braces is always a weird feeling.  I've had a few friends with
braces and it's like kissing a train track."

"You kiss a lot of train tracks, do you?"  I joked, getting a small laugh
from Mike.

"No, not a lot," he joked back.  "You have no idea how high the anxiety
level goes when a guy with braces goes for your cock.  It's like imaging a
wood chipper going down on you.  I taught him how to deal though."

"Glad you enjoyed yourself.  So what are you up to next, guys?"

"I'm gonna show Mike around the house.  Did you know his real name is
Michelangelo?  Cool name, huh?"

"I did know that, and it is a cool name," I agreed.

"You can come swimming with us if you want.  It wouldn't be a problem as
Mike's already seen you naked," he teased in his usual subtle way.

"I might later if I'm free," I said.

The boys took off and played together for the next hour before Mike said he
had to get going home.  He gave me a big hug and thanks, gushing about how
it was the best day of his entire life and that he hoped he could learn
more.  He then hugged and kissed Blake before preparing to leave.

I offered Mike a ride home, but he said he didn't live far away and was
cool riding his bike.  After he left, I turned to Blake.  "So how was your
playdate?  Build anything interesting with your Legos?" I teased.

"Like I still have Legos.  I gave them all to J.J.  Just because they're
stored in my room, doesn't mean I use them," he grinned, trying to
unsuccessfully defend himself.  "The playdate was fun though.  He's pretty
horny for just being 12.  I guess he only has a mom at home, so he hasn't
learned a lot of things that only boys know.  I think that's why he was so
desperate to find stuff out.  He's not even comfortable farting.  That's
totally a girl's influence.  Did you know British guys don't fart?"

"They don't?" I asked surprised.

"Nope.  They break wind, my good man," he said in a British accent.  "Guys
don't care if other guys fart.

"Depends on how bad your farts smell," I reasoned.  "How far did you
actually go with him?"

"Everything except fuck him.  When I ate his ass and then fingered him, I
realized he was way to small to take my cock, like you said.  His first
blowjob was the most fun though as he thought he was peeing when he came.
I guess he's not used to the feeling yet."

"He can cum already?"

"Like the start of it.  You know, it's the clear stuff that happens just
before you start pumping out real sperm.  I think it's like practice sperm
to get you used to it."

"Right.  The practice sperm," I mocked.  "What else happened?"

"You know.  The usual.  I taught him how to kiss properly.  The things to
watch for when giving head, and let him practice on me.  He still has work
to do on that though.  Total gagger."

"You are a bit big for a guy his size, as he pointed out," I reminded him.

"True.  Once he learned about 69ing, I couldn't get him to stop sitting on
my head and leaning down to suck my dick."

"Sounds like you created a monster," I laughed.

"The monster was already there.  I just opened the big metal gates to let
it out."

"So that's as far as you went?"

"I let him try fucking me.  I think it made up for the fact that I told him
I wasn't going to fuck him today.  I let him lie on top of me to try it
that way first, then I flipped over and showed him missionary style.  I
didn't really feel him in there, but he had fun and acted like he was at
the Olympics going for gold.  He kept grunting until I asked him why.  He
said you moaned a lot while you were getting stuffed in the bathroom stall,
so he figured you were supposed to."  Blake grinned as he looked at me.
"From his story, sounds like you really got a good pounding by some old
dude.  Are you a little screamer, Dad?"

"Shut up.  I was just adding sound effects so he'd cum faster."

"Sure, Dad.  Go with that," he said patting my arm.  "But, yeah, he said
that was the best fun he'd ever had."

"I noticed.  Glad you were able to show him a few things though.  Now he
can move on with other interests."

Blake laughed.  "You're kidding, right?  Now that he's learned what sex is
really like, he's gonna rub his dick raw thinking about it.  I know I did
when I was a kid.  He's gonna get blisters on that thing.  Next, he'll show
what he knows to all his friends.  I'll blame you if he shows up here with
a dozen guys all wanting the same lessons."

"Like you'll complain," I said questioning his sincerity.

"No chance I'd complain.  I just don't know if I'd have that much free
time.  Of course, I could stop him wanting sex for a while if I just give a
good hard fuck and send him home with a sore ass."

"Yeah, then when it gets crazy itchy as it heals, he shows it to his mom,
who takes him to a doctor.  They reveal he's been anally penetrated, and
the next thing you know we have a hit squad at the door looking for
revenge."

"You're weird," Blake said shaking his head.  "First, what hit squad?  It's
him and his mom.  I can take both of them easy.  Second, he's 12, I'm 14.
It was consensual and we're both old enough.  Let's face it Dad, if
Michelangelo showed up here with his mom and the cops, all I'd have to do
is offer him sex to prove he was into it, and he'd be all over me.  We
could even give them a 69 show if they wanted more proof."

"Let's just put that on the back burner as let's say...plan `never'.
Anyway, glad you had fun, and sorry about not giving you advance warning.
I honestly had no idea he'd race straight here from the park.  I figured
he'd think about it for a day or two and then text to set something up."

Blake laughed.  "It's all good.  Takes a lot to surprise me now, but when a
12 year old shows up at the door asking if I'm Blake, and then says `your
dad said you'd teach me sex,' I admit, I was surprised."

"Not as surprised as when we entered your room and he was already naked and
hard," I added.

"True.  Thanks for introducing us.  I actually had fun with him.  Sometimes
it's nice to hang out with younger guys as they make you feel like a kid
again yourself."

"I don't know if you looked in the mirror or not lately, Blake, but you are
a kid still," I teased.

"I don't know if YOU looked in the mirror or not lately either, Dad.  I'm
basically the same height as you.  Same build.  Our penises are almost
identical.  I'm way hotter, and much more mature looking than you."

"Not sure that's the flex you think it is," I laughed.  "Basically you're
saying you look like a 23 year old.  Getting prematurely old."

"Nope.  I'm saying I'm not a kid anymore.  I have the build of an adult.
Come check it out."

We went to the big mirror where Blake suggested we undress to compare
ourselves.  I have to admit when we're standing side by side, the
resemblances are remarkable.  Similar blond hair, just a shade apart.  Same
green eyes.  There was absolutely no doubt we were related.  With him being
only an inch or two shorter than me, the same toned body type; and in a
flaccid state, penises that were almost identical, he truly looked like an
adult.  He was right, he's not the little kid our memories still believe he
is.

"What do you think?" Blake asked as we looked at ourselves in the
reflections.

"I think you're a handsome young man, and you obviously inherited my
awesome genes."

"And horny gene.  Don't forget that one," he grinned at me through the
reflection.

"God...the narcissism is spreading like a virus," Ben said as he suddenly
appeared behind us, obviously having used the garage door to the house
without us hearing him.  "You two don't get enough of being naked, now you
have to stand in the mirror, so there's more of you?"  He laughed loudly as
he came to stand beside us and checked out the reflections.

"You wish you were this hot," Blake replied.

"Hmmm...seems like you're the one who climbs into my bed.  Not the other
way around.  Guess that makes me the hotter one," Ben teased.

"Not sure how you figure that," Blake replied.  "I'm just sharing my
awesomeness with you as I know you have trouble getting laid."

"Not sure Razor would agree with you on that."

"Razor never says shit to me.  Pretty hard to talk with 8 inches down your
throat," Blake bragged.

"So what's going on here anyway?  Why are you two looking at yourselves
naked in the mirror, or don't I want to know?"

I laughed.  "Blake was just telling me how he wasn't really a kid anymore
and we're taking a look at how similar we are to each other."

Ben looked at us.  "You really are you know.  If I didn't know you guys,
I'd guess you were totally brothers.  There're so many similarities.  The
biggest being the green eyes."

"Uhhh...hello..." Blake said pointing to his crotch.  "THIS would be the
biggest."

"Technically, THIS would be the biggest," Ben chuckled as he took hold of
my penis.  "Sorry, Blake.  You've still got just a bit more to go."

"That's what he said," Blake giggled.



End of Chapter.

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