Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2005 20:27:27 -0700 (PDT) From: Rebel Subject: Jeff and Billy - Chapter 3 Jeff and Billy By Rebel The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving an older male and young males. If material of this nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age in most states, you are not allowed to read this story by law. This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their actions. The author claims all copyrights to this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed, except by the websites to which it has been posted, without the consent of the author. * * * * * * Billy leaned forward a little bit and tried to kiss me, but he was too short to reach me, but it did roll me further onto my back and made him drive solidly down into my hole. I started gasping and moaning, and Billy could see that I was getting there too. He took my hard cock into his hand and stroked me a couple of times as he drove wildly into my butt. "AAAAHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUU!!" I screamed as it hit me HARD and my head just blew up with fireworks, and I went rigid. Within the next few seconds, Billy screamed, "OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" as he threw his head back and came too. Neither of us could move and we just kinda fell over on our side on the bed, breathing hard, and holding onto each other as if we were the last two people on Earth. Slowly, gradually, we returned to `normal' and just held each other close. I noticed that Billy had fallen over to my other side, so he was now presenting his cute little butt to the camera. I reached down and pulled his top leg a little higher onto me so that it would spread his cheeks for dad to get a better view. He looked up at me with those big puppy dog eyes and quietly said, "Thank you Jeff, that was the best," and he kissed my chest. I held him close knowing that this would not be the last time, and I could hardly wait for a repeat. "You're welcome Billy," I said into his hair as he snuggled in close. I felt tired too and pulled the sheet and blanket up over us, quietly hoping that dad got a good tape. Chapter 3 I woke up Saturday morning with a piss hard-on from hell; it was so hard, it hurt. I was sleeping on my side but something warm was pressed against my butt. I looked over my shoulder and saw Billy all curled up in a little ball next to me with his butt pushed next to my butt. I figured that he was probably hard too, so I eased away a little, rolled over, and slid my hand down over his side to see what I could find. `Yup, he's hard too,' I thought I my devilish little mind, and started to stroke his peter. It didn't take but about a minute and I felt his hand clamp hard over the top of mine. "Don't DO that! You'll make me wet the bed," he whined over his shoulder at me. I chuckled, slid my hand back and swatted his butt saying, "C'mon, let's go pee," and threw the covers back. I jumped out of bed and headed for the door, but noticed that Bill wasn't getting up. I looked back toward the bed and he was just lying there with his piss hard-on sticking straight up, and a weird look on his face. "What?" I asked him. "Just like this!" he exclaimed. "Sure, I do it all the time -- c'mon," turned back and unlocked the door, heading to the bathroom. As I stood in front of the bowl trying to will my hard cock to go soft, at least enough so I could aim it down, Billy came up alongside me with the same problem. Looking over at his stiffy, I figured that neither of us was gonna do it so I said, "Come over here," and stepped over in front of the tub. Billy followed with a puzzled look as we stood there, so I told him, "Now we don't have to try to push them down." A big grin took over his face and he pushed closer to the tub, bending his knees a little to be sure that he didn't miss. I felt my flow start and looked down to see a golden fountain start spraying up and arching over into the tub. Me starting seemed to trigger Billy and we both stood there giggling as we moved our dicks back and forth a little, causing our piss streams to crisscross as we painted the inside of the tub. That first pee of the day always feels so good; it's almost as if it makes your insides all move around and feel better. We finished up and scampered back to the bed, giggling as we pulled the covers back up and snuggled close. I noticed the clock then -- 6:33. "Ohhhh," I groaned, "It's too early on Saturday," and pulled Billy close to me. I guess he had the same idea about more sleep, caused he pushed himself closer until we were touching toes to shoulders and he had squirmed his tiny butt into my limp cock. I didn't stay soft for long and could feel his sweaty crack with my dick. Billy reached around behind him, guided me smoothly to his hole, and pushed back a little. Even tough I was still sleepy, I wasn't THAT sleepy, recognizing what he wanted in my half-asleep daze. I pushed forward and felt my dick slide easily into his sweat coated bum hole. Billy let out a low groan, pulled my arms tightly around him, and pushed back, making sure I was fully seated. I woke up the next time to the smell of coffee brewing and figured that dad must be up now. Billy was still blissfully in dreamland and I noticed that I had gone soft and fell out of his hole. I eased my arm away from him and quietly slipped out of bed. I was going to my drawer for a clean set of undies when I saw Billy's shorts from yesterday, the ones I had made all wet with my mouth, laying on the floor. `I wonder...' I thought, and scooped them up and began pulling them up my legs. Thank goodness, they were a bit big on him because I had a very snug fit trying to make sure I didn't castrate myself in the process. I liked the way the silky material felt snug to my hips and I turned around a couple of times in the door mirror admiring my cute ass. `Dad will like this,' I thought as I quietly opened and closed the door and padded barefoot to the kitchen. "Mornin' dad," I said as I walked in but didn't immediately grab a seat on one of the barstools as I usually do, hoping to show off to him. "Mornin' sport. Do you want some juice?" he asked as he pulled the apple juice bottle from the fridge. "How was your--" He stopped short as he turned around to face me and his jaw dropped. When I saw his eyes bug out, I asked, "Do you like?" and did a complete turn around for him. By this time I was half-hard and I could feel it tighten in the shorts, but I can only imagine what dad saw. He set the bottle down on the counter and replied, "Hell Yes! I like it a lot, but didn't it take a lot of Vaseline to shoehorn you into those?" And I could see a pleased grin forming on his face. He took in the scene, then stepped forward and put his hand on my bare shoulder, turning me around so he could get a better look at my ass. "Damn boy, any tighter and you'd have to paint them on," and a low wolf whistle was followed by a chuckle. He slid both of his hands down to my butt and cupped my ass cheeks. His grip felt warm and soothing, and electrifying all at once, causing my dick to get fully hard and be squeezed by the tight fabric, making it hurt. He turned me back around, knelt, and pulled me in tight to his bare chest. My daddy's warm hugs always made me feel loved and safe, and I could never tire of them. As he pushed me back from the hug, I looked down and saw the cut head of his cock pushing out of the waistband of his Jockeys. I slid my hand down and firmly gripped his hard shaft, causing him to groan. He pushed me back a little further forcing me to give up my prize. "No sport, not right now. We wouldn't want to freak out Billy if he should walk in here, now do we. Maybe later we can find some time alone," he told me as he stood up and went back to pouring juice for me, taking his gorgeous package with him. I was disappointed but I understood what might happen if Billy freaked, so I crawled up onto the stool and started drinking my juice. "Well dad, did you enjoy last night's scene?" I asked after a couple of swallows. "Hell yes! I got off twice last night just watching you two little horn dogs going at it," he replied as he was cooking bacon and eggs for us. I saw him reach down and adjust his cock in his undies then go back to cooking. "And I got a good tape of it all too, including the piss fight this morning." I had forgotten about the camera he had in the bathroom but I'm glad he hadn't. "Kewl, maybe we can watch it together sometime next week. And just think, Billy will be here all weekend too," I reminded him, wondering what other cool stuff that I could do with him that dad could tape. As we were chatting about our night, Billy wandered into the kitchen, buck naked and trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He came over and rested his head against my side, totally oblivious to his nakedness or his almost erect cock sticking out in front. "I woke up and didn't know where I was for a minute. Then I remembered," looking up at me and grinning. "G'mornin' Billy," dad said, "Would like some juice to start with," grinning down at the naked little boy. I could see that his peter too was starting to stick out again in his jockeys. "Yes please," Billy answered, finally turning to look at him. "Hop up onto the other stool there then," dad told him, "What'll it be? I've got apple, orange, and grape." "Grape please sir," Billy said as he slowly pulled away from me and climbed onto the adjoining barstool. I saw dad stop midway to reaching into the fridge and look back over his shoulder, but then he reached inside and retrieved the grape juice bottle. "Look Billy," dad started saying to a wide-eyed look from Billy, "We're friends right?" And Billy nodded his head. "I can see that your mother has taught you good manners, and I appreciate that, but please don't call me `sir'. My name is Micah, or you can call me dad like Jeff does, or, if you have to, Mr. Rowan -- just NOT `sir', ok? That makes me feel sooooo old," he told him as he was pouring the juice into a glass and setting it in front of him. Billy nodded his head vigorously, realizing that he wasn't in trouble, and answered, "Yes si-- Micah," grinning his big toothy grin again. Billy and I jabbered about how much fun we had last night, how much we liked being friends, and how much fun we had when we were in day care together while dad finished cooking breakfast for us all. He dished up three plates and set them on the table, going back for toast. I got up and nudged Billy to get up and we moved to the table. I looked over and saw dad stopped dead just staring at Billy's cute little butt as he moved over and sat down in a chair. "So, what do you guys wanna do today?" dad asked as he sat down and started buttering some toast. Billy and I just looked at each other and then back at dad, shrugging our shoulders. "Well, the new water park just opened and I thought maybe you'd like to go out there and check it out." "Yeah -- great!" we both exclaimed at once. "They finally got it open huh," I said referring to the endless inspection delays that had had the project on hold for more than six months. It's not easy to build an indoor water park that will stand up to an Alaskan winter. "Yup, I was out there during the week wiring up the new phones and the PA and sound systems, and they're open today for a test run to see how everything is working. I knew that Jeff would want to go, and now that you're here Billy, would you like to go too?" he asked. "Sure, but do you think it would be ok with my mother?" he asked, starting to get a little worried. "Yes, we talked about it last night," dad told him. "In fact, she told me that you were a champion swimmer last season at the `Y'." Billy beamed all over and replied, "Well, it was just the `Y' tournament, but I did beat the other 7 year olds and I got a trophy." "Great, then I won't have to save your little butt from drowning, will I," dad told him reaching over and squeezing his arm. Billy blushed again but seemed to relish the fuss made about him and the contact of dad's hand on his arm. "And, since you don't have trunks over here, I'm sure Jeff will be glad to lend you something of his -- like maybe last year's swim team Speedos," he said and winked over at me. I knew exactly which ones he meant -- the bright yellow ones. We jumped in dad's SUV and drove over to O'Malley and the New Seward Highway where we had been watching the agonizingly slow progress of the water park under construction. When we arrived, the cranes were gone, the blacktop was laid and lined, and you could see parts of a high slide tube towering over the main building. We approached the main entrance and saw the new ticket booths, but we were led to a side entrance and ushered inside by a little man in a green jacket with the name of the park embroidered on the front. "Hi Herman," dad said to the doorman as we approached. "How's the turn out been for the trial run today?" "Hi Micah, not too good so far. The boss says he was expecting more than this for a good shakedown run today," Herman responded. "So far, only about 30 people have brought their kids, and you know this place will hold about a thousand. In fact, he's saying that if this is the kinda turnout he gets when he invites everyone for free, what's it gonna be like when they start charging? If he can't start paying off the bills, he's gonna really be in trouble." "Yeah, but Sam always says shit like that Herman. You know that if he ain't bitchin' about something, he ain't happy," dad replied. Herman just nodded his head and smiled as he checked our names off the list and we walked in. "Go ahead and use the lockers in the changing rooms guys, they're all set for free today to get the key out. And we'll have the kick off party over at the snack stand at 2 o'clock -- free hot dogs, hamburgers, sodas and everything," Herman told us as we followed dad down the hallway toward the changing rooms. As we walked in, it looked great -- everything was new, sparkling, and clean; not like the school gym locker rooms I'd been in. We got three lockers together on one of the rows and started stripping off our outer clothes. Billy and I had our Speedos on under our clothes, but I noticed that dad had carried his rolled in his towel. I looked up at his face and saw that he was grinning and he winked at me, letting me know what he was up too. Since both of us were ready to go, I just sat on the bench and waited for dad, hoping that Billy would do the same -- and he did. As we watched, dad pulled off his shirt, exposing his nicely haired chest, put it in the locker, and kicked off his shoes. I saw that Billy's eyes were glued to my dad, so I just watched him. Dad made a bit of a production out of slipping off his loafers, stuffing a sock in each one, and putting them in the locker. He unsnapped his 501's and pushed them off, bending down in front of us and pulling them off of his feet. As he stood back up, Billy and I were treated to the show of his 4 ½ inch, cut, limp dick lying neatly over his balls. He turned slightly away to fold his jeans, giving us an unobstructed view. I looked over and saw that Billy was rock hard and poking out the front of the yellow racing Speedos I had given him. Dad then reached for his suit but "accidentally" pushed it off the other side of the bench. He stepped across with one leg, and then bent over and retrieved his suit from the tiled floor, affording us a look at his hairy crack, and I could even see his pink rosebud wink at us. He stepped back over the bench, bent forward again and stepped into the swim trunks, then pulled them up his legs and covered his buns. He turned around and was tying the drawstring in front when he looked over at us, giggled, and said, "Looks like two horny guys here," looking over at our hard, little boy crotches. As he tucked in the strings, he put his toilet kit on top of his pants, slammed the door closed and removed the key, pinning it to his flimsy suit. "C'mon guys, let's go shower -- they'll go down," he said as he herded us toward the big shower room. We all got wet, and sure enough, our cocks relaxed a little. We then headed out to our new adventure. "I wanna try the slides," Billy said to us as he was looking around the cavernous interior. Just then, we heard loud bells going off. We just stood there and looked around, wondering what was going on. Then we heard a low rumble begin and felt the floor start to vibrate. We were frozen in place as we watched the huge pool begin to get a little wave action at the far back of the pool. As we watched, the wave action was rhythmic and built to about 3 feet high and coming about 20 feet apart. Kids riding tubes and swimmers in the pool were rising and falling in the waves, laughing and carrying on. "Can we go in there Micah?" Billy asked, obviously changing his mind. "Sure, we'll do it all," dad told us. "You and Jeff stay close to each other, and come and find me when you're ready to try the slides or go anywhere else." We looked at each other and both took off to get through the gate at the lake. It was really great, but they made us prove that we could swim before we could go into the deep end, and we both passed, being given bright blue bracelets that snapped on our wrists. The guy who checked us out told as that now that we had blue bracelets, we could go anywhere without life jackets or adult supervision. We grinned at each other and made for the deep end just as the bells went off again. We were in for a lot of wave action and it really bounced us all over the place. It looked like a lot of fun, but it was really a lot of work to stay there in the middle of the waves, and after talking it over, we decided to go get some tubes to ride the next ones. We walked over to where they were handing out tubes and waited in line with several other kids. The boy just ahead of us turned around and asked, "Are you guys here alone?" "Well, my dad's here too," I answered, wondering why he was asking. "Well yeah, my dad and mom are both here, but I was wondering if you had any friends here?" he asked. "Just Billy and me," I told him, nodding over toward Billy. "Why, what difference does it make?" "Cause you have to have two or three people together to ride the Colossus over there," and he looked over to the biggest and highest slide. "I was just wondering if I could team up with you guys so we could all go together. My little brother is here, but he's only a red band," looking down at our wrists, "So he can't go. My name's Chad," he said extending his hand toward me. "Hi, I'm Jeff," I said and shook his hand, "And this is my friend Billy." He shook my hand and as he shook Billy's, I had a chance to look him over. He looked older than we were, and stood a couple of inches taller. He had fiery red hair, and his arms and face had a good smattering of freckles. I could see that he was just starting to develop a little in his chest. I couldn't see anything in front and very little of his butt because of the funky boardie shorts he was wearing. Even though they were wet, they didn't show much. We got to the front of the line and all three of us got float tubes to play with. "C'mon, let's go on Colossus," Chad called and headed off in that direction. Billy and I just looked at each other and wondered what to do with the tubes. Chad saw that we weren't with him and came back. "Whatsa matter, don't you wanna go?" he asked "What we gonna do with the tubes?" Billy asked. "Bring `em with you," Chad told us, "You gotta have `em to go down the slide." We all looked at each other, grinned madly, and took off for the stairs. After climbing what seemed like a thousand steps, we finally got to the top platform. There wasn't anyone else there trying to go down, but an older teen came over to us. "Hi guys, ready to go down?" We all just nodded our heads. "Well, Colossus, Bandit, or Corkscrew?" he asked. Since we had no idea what he was talking about, we looked back and forth between each other. Finally, Chad spoke up. "I thought it was only Colossus -- what are the other ones?" he asked. "Colossus is only for two or three people all hooked together on tubes, Bandit is for one or two people, at a time, and Corkscrew is a continuous spiral all they way down, and only one at a time." We all looked at each other and then unanimously yelled, "Colossus!" He led us over to the edge and showed us how to hook the tubes together using the snaps that we hadn't seen before. Then we put them right on the edge of the slide and the guy helped us get seated with Billy, the smallest, in the middle, and all of us interlocking our arms. On the count of three, we all scooted a little forward, and felt the bottom drop out from under us. We started screaming and yelling as we dropped, rolled up on each side of the turns of the enclosed tube, and then suddenly broke out into an open area where there was only a half tube. We bounced over bumps like a roller coaster, made one more sweeping curve, and then splashed back into the main pool, spraying water everywhere. When we came up sputtering and splashing water at each other, I saw dad standing on the edge of the pool -- and he did NOT look happy. As we made our way over to the edge in the 4-foot deep water, he reached down and Billy and I took his hand, him easily lifting us up on the deck. "I thought I told you guys to tell me when you were going to leave the area," he boomed at us. I could see that he was mad at us, but I also saw his eyes etched with concern. "I'm sorry dad. We were just gonna get some tubes for the wave pool and... well... uh, well..." I drifted off. I had to hand it to Chad; he didn't leave us hanging by just staying in the water, he stepped up and said, "I'm sorry sir, it was my fault. I told them about the Colossus and asked them to go with me cause you can't go on it alone." Dad looked over at the taller boy, and I could see his eyes soften. "And you are...?" he asked as he extended his hand. "I'm sorry, I'm Chad Carpenter, sir," he said as he shook my dad's hand. "Carpenter? Are you any relation to Sam Carpenter?" dad asked him. "Yes sir, he's my father," Chad answered. "Boys," dad explained as he looked over at us, "Chad's dad owns this place. He's the man who's throwing this party and asked you guys to join in." We had a new appreciation for our new friend, and dad's anger seemed to melt away as he talked... or at least I thought it had. "Jeff, don't get the idea that you're out of the doghouse about not telling me where you were going. We'll `talk' about it when we get home, young man," he said, his eyes boring holes into me. "Yes sir," I said very quietly, looking down at the concrete deck. I was `saved by the bell' as they say since we heard the warning bells go off and saw and felt the wave machine start up. We all looked out onto the lake and saw the waves lift the swimmers up and bounce them around as we had been bounced earlier. "How old are you Chad?" dad asked as the noise and rumble from the wave machine died down. "I'm 12 ½ sir," he replied. "Well, the three of you go on and enjoy yourselves. Now that you're with Chad, and I'm sure the nobody will let the owner's son drown, I won't worry about you guys -- as much," he told us, grinning widely at our surprise. "You WILL take care of my boys won't you Chad?" he asked. "Oh! Oh, yes sir, I will. We're just gonna go on the slides some more, aren't we guys?" he asked looking at both of our nodding heads. We started to turn and head back to the stairs to the top when I stopped, ran back to dad, and threw my arms around his neck. "Thanks daddy, you're the best!" and I gave him a big kiss on his cheek. "You too sport, now go have fun with your friends. I'll be around if you need me -- like for money or something," he said as he swatted me on my wet butt as I turned and moved to catch up with the guys. We made several trips up the stairs over the next couple of hours, trying all sorts of combinations together and separately on all three of the gigantic slides. The guys at the top told us that we didn't have to use the tubes on the Corkscrew, and that we could go down together, but we had to all be connected sitting between each other's legs and holding on to each other as a group. Billy and I exchanged looks and I think we had the same idea at the same time. We left the tubes at the bottom and climbed the steps to the top again. There were a lot of other kids using the slides, but because there were only about a hundred or so people in the entire water park right now, there was never any waiting. Chad told us that next week when they opened up for the general public, the lines would increase as everyone would be wanting to ride the slides, so we should enjoy it while we could. We decided to all three go down the Corkscrew together, so we put Billy in front, and since Chad and I were about the same size, I let him go next, and I sat down to be in the back. The closeness of being that close to another boy made me spring an instant boner, so I kept back a little bit so that Chad wouldn't feel my hard dick pressed against his butt. That wasn't good enough though and Bobby, the guy who was working the top, told me to get closer or we couldn't go. I slowly scooted forward, hoping that Chad couldn't feel me. When I reached around him to hold on, I did decide to tweak his nipples a little and felt them harden in my fingertips. Just then, Bobby pushed on my back and we were off, spiraling out of control and hanging on to each other for dear life. As we splashed into the pool at the bottom, I rolled away so I could stand on my feet in the chest-deep water. As I cleared the chlorinated water from my eyes, I could see Chad helping Billy to shallower water so he could stand too. I followed, and as I approached them, I saw Billy's hand snake out and grab my arm underwater. He led my hand over to the front of Chad's shorts where I was surprised to find that he had his other hand down the front of Chad's shorts, feeling his cock. Chad was just smiling, so I replaced Billy's hand with mine and felt Chad's hard dick for the first time. Chad moaned as I jacked my hand up and down the silky shaft. "C'mon," Chad said and headed for the edge. Billy and I just stood there knowing that we couldn't get out of the pool in the condition that we were in. When he looked back with question all over his face, I told him, "We can't get out," and looked down at my bulging suit just visible under the water. "Oh... ok," Chad replied, "That's why I always were boardies when I'm in here. See the hallway to the left up there," and he inclined his head over his shoulder, "That goes to the staff shower room. You guys get out first and we'll walk side by side over there with me on the outside. That way nobody can see past me and see you guys," and he giggled as he reached down and gave both of us a squeeze. Billy and I were more than a little curious as to what he had in mind, but we were scared too. "C'mon, it's only 20 feet; you'll be ok," Chad told us talking us into it. Billy crawled up the ladder first with me close behind, and we were careful to keep our backs to the pool. Chad scampered up out of the water, and I could see that he was indeed hard, but it also blended into a fold of the fabric in the baggy shorts. He nudged us off in the direction of the hallway, and walked with us as he said he would. When we made the sanctuary of the hallway, we all took off down the hall until we came to the only door. When we stopped, Chad fished a key out of the hidden pocket of his shorts, quickly unlocked the door, and we were ushered inside a dark room, the only light coming in through high windows in the far wall. Chad snapped on the lights and we saw that it was a miniature version of the big locker room where we had changed earlier. As I turned back toward Chad at the door, I saw that he had already slid his boardies down his legs and was just stepping out of them, hooking them with his toe, and lifting them to his hand. He then looked over at us. Smiling, I nudged Billy and we both slipped our Speedos down and off as quickly as we could. We were all sticking straight out and grinning at each other. Chad took a step closer and wrapped his larger hand around each of our little boy dicks. I looked down and could see that he had about six or eight bright red hairs starting to grow around the base of his cock, and that his balls hung down in their silky sack while ours were still up close to our body. I took hold of Chad's cock while Billy started to massage his nuts in the loose sack. "Let's move into the shower guys," Chad told us, "That way, if anyone comes in, we can be just showering." We moved to the oversized shower stall and saw that there were six showerheads; three on each wall. We started the spray on the three heads of one wall, and then re-started our mutual exploration. Chad seemed fascinated with our foreskins, probably since he was cut. He kept running his hands over the ends of our dicks and gently squeezing the loose folds of skin. I could feel that it was making him extra hot because his cock skin got tighter and there was no `slide' to it anymore. The water made an easy lubricant to let me slide up and down the shaft. Billy was fascinated with Chad's low hanging balls and kept rolling them in his little hand. "Ohhhh Gawwwwddd," Chad moaned, "You guys... aahhhhhh." I was stroking him slowly when he went rigid, threw his head back, and shot some stuff out of his dick. I was at first surprised, but realized that he must have just started shootin', cause only a little bit of stuff shot out, and it wasn't like dad's. His was just clear stuff and it only shot once, and not a lot. I let go of his cock as I saw that he was about to fall and held him under his arms as he leaned back against the shower wall, breathing hard. Billy was so surprised that he just stood there with his eyes wide and his mouth in an `o'. After Chad's breathing slowed, I asked him, "You ok?" "Yeah... wow... that was wild," he stammered as he stood back up. "That's the best cum I've ever had. I just love the extra skin you guys got. My brother and me don't got any; my mom thinks it's yucky so we got cut when we were born. Dad's cut too, and she says that's the best way, but I sure like to play with the extra skin, and when I jerk you guys, the skin slides real easy." "Yeah," I replied, "I felt you get really hard just before you got the feeling, and your skin wouldn't move at all. My dad is cut too and he says it's a lot better to still have the skin; that's why I still have mine." Billy reached over and started to play with Chad's balls again. He was really fascinated with `em. "They're all pulled up like ours Jeff; not loose like they were," Billy said. "What happened Jeff?" Chad and I looked at each other, and then Chad started to giggle. "It happens when you cum Billy; you know, shoot somethin'," he explained. "Is that what that clear stuff was Chad? I thought the stuff that shoots out is kinda white," Billy asked. "I'm not old enough yet to get the white stuff Billy," Chad explained. "I only started shootin' a few weeks ago." Billy seemed satisfied with the answer and was just standing there looking up at us. Chad reached over and started to stroke Billy's cock with his thumb and two fingers. It started real quick and wasn't long until it looked like he was getting close. Chad stopped stroking him and bent down to suck his cock and balls into his mouth. Only a couple of good licks and Billy was whimpering about how good it felt, got real stiff, and started to fall back. Chad grabbed him and eased him to the floor, never once letting his cock out of his mouth. Chad laid him gently on the floor as I saw Billy's body stiffen and his eyes roll back in his head. "Keep goin' Chad, he can get off again!" I whispered into his ear. Chad kept his mouth glued to Billy's crotch and I could see his tongue moving around inside his cheeks. I looked down toward his rear that was pushed up in the air and got thinking about how great it would be to fuck him like I did Billy. I slipped around behind Chad and knelt down too, leaned forward, and licked up his butt crack all the way from his balls to past his hole. I heard a muffled groan escape his mouth, and he spread his legs a little bit to give me more room. I licked back to his hole and started to push my tongue inside and try to lube him up good. I took my already wet hand and slid my middle finger in as I pulled my tongue out. Much to my surprise, my finger went in real easily, and I started to fuck him with it. Chad pulled his mouth off of Billy and yelled over his shoulder, "Put you dick in me Jeff!" but immediately went back to working on Billy. I saw that Billy was getting close so I scooted up close to Chad's butt and aimed my cock at his hole. When Chad felt me back there, I pushed back hard and I sank all the way inside in one quick stroke. He felt so hot inside, and he was working hard to get me to fuck his ass. He slowed his movements as I got more into it and really started to thrust into him hard and fast. I hadn't gotten the feeling yet, so I knew it wouldn't take long, and I really did wanna get it at the same time that Billy did. A few more thrusts and I could feel it building up inside. I saw Billy's toes curl and he yelled out, "Yeah, yeah... more... more," until suddenly he raised himself in the middle, trying to push further inside Chad's waiting mouth. I took two more strokes, pushed just as hard as I could into Chad's backside, and held it there while the waves of energy and pleasure swept over me. I guess I musta had my eyes closed cause I didn't see Billy spin around and start to suck on Chad's hard cock hanging down in front of him. The next thing I knew, Chad was bellerin' like a wounded caribou and his asshole felt like a vise, squeezing hard on my cock still buried inside. I wrapped my arms around Chad's chest and just held on as his body convulsed under me. It took several minutes for us all to calm down after that great sexual adventure. We were all just sprawled out on the floor, looking at each other and grinning when we heard the outer door open and someone else come in the locker room. We jumped up and all got under separate nozzles and started washing ourselves. "There you are," came a booming voice behind us. I looked back to see a big man with red hair standing in the doorway with his hands on his hips. "You really gave me a scare when I couldn't find you out there Chad!" "I'm sorry dad, I started to itch and wanted to wash off the chlorine," Chad answered. "Well, finish up and come on over to the snack bar, we're about ready to start. And bring your friends with you," and then he was gone. Billy and I looked over at Chad questioningly. "I screwed up guys. I was s'pose to tell him whenever I left the pool so he wouldn't worry and I forgot," Chad said in the way of an apology. Billy started giggling and said, "I guess Jeff isn't the only one in trouble now, huh?" "I guess not," Chad muttered. "We'd better hurry and finish, get our suits back on, and get out there." That's exactly what we did -- all thoughts of our sex games and hard dicks long forgotten. As we walked up to the snack bar area, I saw that dad and Chad's dad were sitting together with a woman, two other boys, and a girl who looked to be our age. "Hi guys," dad said as we walked to the table, "Have a good shower?" And then they all laughed. My face got red and I'm sure I saw Chad and the bigger of the other two boys exchange looks. "Sam," he continued, "This is Jeff, my son, and his friend Billy. Boys, this is Chad's father, Mr. Carpenter -- he owns this place." I kinda muttered a `nice to meet ya' and shook his hand, then prodded Billy to do the same. "Now that that's over with," said the pretty lady sitting at the table, "C'mon boys and grab a chair; the banana splits will be here any second. We sat down both surprised and excited about the announced treat. "Hi boys, I'm Chad's mom, Natalie," she told us, "and the big boy over then is Chad's older brother Michael, the young lady is his sister Brittany, and this little scallywag here," indicating the boy next to her, "Is his little brother, Patrick." As I looked around the table, I could see that they all looked a lot alike, and just like Chad, and they all four had red hair. Mr. Carpenter's was more a reddish-brown, but his Mom's was bright red, like the kids. I sure didn't know what would happen now, but I knew that both of our dads were mad at us. I sure hoped I could see Chad again, but I wasn't holding my breath. To be continued...