Apartment 14B

APARTMENT 14B

By

Jamie Haze

Jon Peters was busy waxing his new truck one Saturday morning in front of his apartment building in the latter part of August. He was wearing an old pair of tight white shorts for two reasons; he loved the sun and was well tanned and he was displaying his trim athletic body, discretely advertising his gay presence in the complex to other males of like persuasion. He'd moved there in July, and truck maintenance or time spent at the pool on weekends were his only two opportunities.

Jon received a few offers at the pool, but he turned them down with obtuse friendliness because he was picky. He liked younger guys, not little boys, he always preferred someone from mid-teens to early twenties and if none approached him meaning that they were also gay and interested, he would simply continue to use his imagination and his fist.

"Nice truck," a youngish voice said from behind him.

"Thanks I just got it," Jon answered as he turned and considered himself lucky that he said that much before he was struck to dumb. He stared at the apparition from his fantasies except this youth held a leash leading to a mid-size happy shaggy brown dog with one blue eye. Jon immediately fell in love with the mutt because it was enthusiastically tugging his master closer to get petted while the boy halted only three feet away.

"Nice dog," Jon commented finally and knelt to scratch the dog's ears and rough. He noticed that both its collar and the leash chain were golden. He didn't know they made them in gold plate, but then he never owned a dog. The dog was forgotten when the boy's bare feet came into view as he invaded Jon's personal space with another step forward. His feet were of course perfect in everyway like the rest of his body and Jon easily imagined eagerly sucking on each and every toe, which was surprising because he was never into feet. The boy had a colorful braided cord knotted around one ankle which he thought added to the young hunk's sex appeal.

"I got him as a puppy when I was fourteen so he's five years old already," the youth volunteered.

The boy's anklet cord began to draw Jon's eyes up the long muscular legs that had yet to boast of hair, but that was the plight of many blonds. Jon's hair was light brown, having darkened as he matured though his thighs remained nearly hairless and his own treasure trail was all but invisible. Jon stood up when his eyes reached the boy's tight red spandex shorts and the very respectable package they concealed or accentuated. He blinked when he saw that the boy was wearing a choke collar just like his dog and twisted his head sideways to read the attached golden tag. He bent quickly to check the dog, and then again stood to offer his hand.

"Kurt and Blue Hudson, I'm really pleased to meet you both, I'm Jon Peterson."

Kurt's smile was a radiant display of dazzling white teeth. His left hand went to tug a heavy one-inch nipple ring while he shook Jon's hand. Jon's eyes dropped to where Kurt's only glanced as a guide. The bulge had grown and climbed Kurt's tight gut and was bending in an effort to escape the low-slung waistband. "Well do you like what you see?" Kurt asked mischievously.

"Perfect, nineteen and I estimate about six inches," Jon made that a question and when Kurt nodded, he concluded, "is absolutely perfect. So since you approached me I have to assume you like what you see too considering I'm forty-five."

"Yup perfect!" Kurt laughed, "You know I'm sure glad we went hunting at the same time this morning, you armed with your body, your shorts and your truck and me with my body, my shorts and faithful Blue. It would have been a shame if we missed each other."

Jon's own shorts were becoming painfully tight and he saw that Kurt's cock was winning against the elastic; "Got time for a beer?" he asked already leading the way to the staircase.

"Sure, but what about Blue, want me to take him home?"

"Nope, I like dogs. He's welcome anytime you come over and I hope that will be often."

"I think I'll just accept that as a direct order Master Sir." Kurt said with a sigh of relief while he followed Jon's example in taking the steps to the third floor two at a time.

"I took this apartment for the exercise, the view and the sundeck," Jon explained at the open door. He went straight into the kitchen but sent Kurt to the living room after closing and locking the door, "Make yourself comfortable," he called, "I'll just be a sec."

He opened two beers and turned the corner into the living room and then just stopped and stared, almost dropping both bottles. Kurt was naked, erect and had snapped the dog's leash to his nipple ring and Blue was happily tugging the boy to the man with the leather hand strap in his mouth.

"Is this how you wanted me to be comfortable Master?"

Jon put a beer bottle in Kurt's hand so he could take the leash from the dog's mouth so he would stop the constant tugging on Kurt's nipple, "I, I don't know what to say Kurt. You're obviously into B and D or some such thing and I've never even considered much beyond just plain traditional sucking and fucking. I'd certainly never hurt you. What is it that you want from me? Hey I just noticed that you're shaved," his shorts became too tight again so he pushed them off. He smiled, "Now THAT is kind of sexy and your whole body is a dream come true, but I don't know anything about this bondage and discipline shit."

"Will you be my new master? I don't really like to be hurt, just kind of inconvenienced when I displease you," Kurt explained with downcast eyes.

Jon became aware that the leash he held was unusually heavy so it definitely wasn't gold plated pot metal. It was gold. It was also stretching Kurt's nipple uncomfortably if not painfully. He unsnapped it and patted Kurt's hardened nipple. "How do we stop this act so we can talk like we were downstairs?"

"You or I say my last name and we stop." Kurt answered dully not willing to do it himself, to say his name.

"Okay, Hudson." Jon watched the friendly boy return but he wasn't a happy boy. "Let's sit on the sofa and you talk to me. Shit you're only nineteen, how'd you get into this already?" After Jon sat down Kurt sat close enough for their bare legs to touch and then Kurt took Jon's arm and wrapped it around his own shoulders. Jon pulled him in tight so the boy half leaned on his chest. While Jon couldn't resist further contact by using his free hand to rub the teen's chest, rippled gut and quickly his smooth bare crotch, "Now this is nice to start with isn't it?"

"Yes I like this. I got into this when I was a freshman in high school. I couldn't seem to study and learn anything so I stopped trying. I was failing every course except PE. All I could think about was sex. My parents weren't happy campers and they hired this guy next door to tutor me. He's a retired high school English teacher who retired really early so I guess he has bucks in the bank. Everyone knew I was gay; I dressed and walked gay so my master knew too. The first night as soon as I walked in the door he had me strip and told me to always strip because no ignorant gays ever wore clothes in his house. He felt me all over; he even spread my cheeks to check my pucker. Then he turned me around and gave me three quarters of my first ever blowjob. Only he quit before I could get off. I almost cried since I was still a virgin. He took me into his den and handcuffed one wrist to the chair arm and shackled both ankles to the chair legs. He put my history book in front of me and told me to study the first two chapters, make notes or do whatever I wanted as long as I learned the material and passed the quiz he'd give me when I thought I was ready. If I passed he'd give me a head job as a reward, but if I failed, then the next night he promised to make my study time very uncomfortable. My eyes bugged out when he pulled this humongous butt plug out of a drawer and left it sitting on the desk in front of me."

Kurt giggled delightfully, "That fucking plug would have ripped me apart at fourteen and he wouldn't have used it, but the threat was there and he acted so nasty I was convinced he would, plus I wanted to get that head job so bad just like any virgin. Anyway I said `yes Master' and hit the books. That night I got my first head and I studied with him all through high school and my grades and SAT scores were high enough that I start here at the university next week." Kurt looked up at Jon hopefully, "I was ordered to find a new master before anything else like with some guy my age. Now that I'm here I need a new master to give me the same discipline I need to study. If you won't do it I'll have to find someone else." Jon heard disappointment in the young voice and inhaled when Kurt squeezed his hand closed around his youthful cock.

Jon sputtered, "I'm a Civil Engineer not a teacher but I guess I can make sure you study and can handle the rest if you're talking about a system of rewards or mild punishment," he grinned, "Let's just hope all you get are rewards because I can think of one punishment you won't like."

"What Master? What would you do to me?" Kurt asked from his knees while he snapped his leash back on his nipple ring and offered the strap to Jon,

Jon took the strap, "Well for each mid-term or final grade below A, I would get off in you three or four times every night for a week for each grade.

Kurt really laughed at that "Forgive me Master but that will kind of be expected to please you and wouldn't be much of a punishment."

Jon grinned and patted Kurt's modern uncombed spiky hairdo, "But my beautiful slave boy you didn't let me finish, I would forbid you to touch yourself and I wouldn't get you off either."

Kurt rolled his eyes and frowned petulantly, "Now that Master, WOULD be a punishment."

Jon shrugged and grinned, "So don't get anything but A's because it would be hard on me as well." He stood up and tugged Kurt to his feet using the leash. "Come on, let's go out on the deck and sixty-nine. Have you ever had sex with anyone other than your old master?"

"Yes Master, one kid for the whole last school year. He was a freshman and had the same problems studying that I had. Master loved to watch me breed him, to get him lubed for later, but he was never allowed to fuck me so if he's still following orders, he's still a virgin and the Master's personal pussy, but he doesn't mind he loves cock and begged for it. One thing though Master," Kurt blushed slightly, "I've never sixty-nined before so that will be new and fun."

Kurt looked at the sliding door to the deck; it would be erotic to make love in the open air and sunshine with the possibility of being seen from a neighboring apartment. He grew harder in anticipation and was mildly disappointed to discover that since Jon used his deck to sunbathe he had attached colorful flags along both side railings so no one could see them naked even if a neighbor was standing on their own deck or if they stood up, the four-foot high rail hid their nudity. Jon was right about the view from the premium apartments in that building, they looked down a steep tree covered slope to a lake far below them.

Jon tugged on the leash so Kurt would lie down on the large white reflective throw rug he had spread there to lay on. Neither man nor boy had tan lines. Jon discovered that Kurt's family had their pool enclosed with privacy fencing so he skinny dipped all summer plus his master liked him tan all over so he'd been ordered to maintain it. Jon was also discovering that Kurt's former master had a long reach and that Kurt was perfectly disciplined and obedient even without supervision.

Jon removed Kurt's leash with a grumble, "This is too fucking heavy, and dangerous if I rolled on it when we fool around. I don't even want to think about pulling out your piercing. We'll have to get you a lighter one somewhere."

"I have one Master, but I was walking Blue as bait to make you," Kurt giggled, "remember?"

Kurt continued to giggle delightfully until Jon stopped him by kissing him passionately. He pulled back to look down on his green-eyed willing love slave. "It's been a long time baby and you're way too beautiful, I know I won't last long this time, but eating your cum will get me up again."

"Me too Master, I mean about your cum." Kurt groaned when Jon began licking and kissing his way down the boy's warm smooth flesh. He paused to take the nipple ring in his mouth and pull on it lightly. Kurt began moaning louder, thrusting his hips. "Hudson!" he cried, "Oh Jon I'm so close and I don't want to lose it for you."

Jon began to swivel, "Hold on son I'm on it," he said and lowered his mouth in time to receive Kurt's first offering while he felt the boy's warm mouth on his bursting cock. Kurt swallowed just as greedily and then when neither cock went flaccid they began again. Jon became enthralled with Kurt's shaved body, somehow he looked perpetually virginal and his balls were a delight to slather with his tongue and gobble into his mouth one at a time as together they were more than a mouthful. Then he felt Kurt's hand on his hip moving it, pushing and pulling, it seemed the boy was asking to be face fucked and he was more than willing to oblige and also oblige by moving Kurt's hip once. Once was enough, Kurt turned into a rutting animal driving his cock down Jon's throat so that he kissed tanned shaved flesh on each thrust. They increased the tempo as they approached the second climax. Kurt came first and obediently pulled back so his cum would flow into Jon's mouth, and not down his throat. Jon assumed that, that was probably a long standing order so ingrained that Kurt couldn't be forced to disobey it.

Jon began spurting into Kurt's expert mouth while he was sucking out the last of the boy's dribbles. After they were both spent Kurt moved to lie beside Jon. They remained silent looking at each other to grin foolishly, delighted by the mutual performance.

"What do you want to do next Master?"

"Can we shit can the master business until classes actually start?"

"Okay Jon, that's cool, but same question." Kurt persisted.

Jon grinned, "Well since I wasn't optimistic about finding you or anyone close to you, I'm not prepared so I guess we need to make a run to the drugstore."

Kurt giggled, "If you mean stuff to clean my pussy I have everything we need. Want to come with me to see my apartment?"

"Sure, just one correction, you meant our pussies. I enjoy getting fucked too especially by a guy named Kurt." That compliment got Jon a passionate kiss from surprised and pleased Kurt. "Come on before we get hard again." Jon said pulling Kurt to his feet.

"Speak for yourself Jon," Kurt laughed, "can I borrow a pair of baggy shorts since I guess we can put away our hunting clothes?"

"Sure come on in the bedroom. Hey when did you say school starts?" Jon asked, looking at a suitcase that lay open on his bed.

"A week from Monday." Kurt said with disappointment in his voice when he saw the nearly packed case. "Are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah and you're invited if you're free next week. I'm taking the week as a vacation through Labor Day. I have a cabin on a big lake about seventy-five miles from here. If it was closer I'd live there."

"You mean it? Yeah! I'd love to go." Kurt was excited as he buttoned Jon's shorts and when he let go of the waist they drooped dangerously low in the front but his bubble butt did the work of holding them up. "These will work as long as I don't put anything in the pockets like one thin dime."

Jon looked Kurt over critically and grinned evilly as they walked along the parking lot, "On the good side, I won't have any problem stripping you out of them as soon as we get back home." Kurt rewarded him with another giggle. "You know babe when you get to school why not look around for another guy," he saw Kurt frown and laughed. "Oh no, I didn't mean that, I meant that I got really hot when you told me how your neighbor had you fuck a kid while he watched. I would love to watch you fucking the daylights out of another young guy."

Kurt's eyes lit up, "I know where there's one right here in the complex, he lives upstairs right above me. He watched the whole time the mover's were here yesterday. He's a real hottie too, at least he'd clean up that way."

"How old is he?"

Kurt shrugged, "Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen tops. I know he's not old enough to get a license because he was drooling at my Mazda," Kurt pointed to a new little convertible parked in front of his first floor apartment."

"Is he gay though, hottie or not if he isn't it doesn't matter." Jon warned standing in Kurt's living room. The furniture was of good quality and he could see that Kurt had taste in interior decorating. "I assume that your parents are pretty well off."

Kurt grinned and nodded "I had this guy Peter in for a beer after the movers left and I just knew he wanted me to invite him into the bedroom too, and man, if I had a master to give me permission..." he left the rest unsaid. "Put it this way, he's old enough to have excellent working gaydar. Want me to invite him down for another beer?"

Jon hoisted an eyebrow playfully, "Yes, but if you're nineteen how do you get beer?"

Kurt grinned with his hand on the doorknob, "Simple, with three hundred dollars worth of fake ID just like everyone else." He giggled and ran up the outside staircase.

Jon could hear Kurt knock and then some talking before there were two sets of teenage feet pounding down the stairs, one pair, Kurt's, were still bare. Kurt introduced Jon to Peter as being his master and explained he would have invited Peter into the bedroom the previous afternoon but he didn't have permission.

Peter just blinked and shrugged, "I'm so desperate to get laid that I don't care if the whole complex watches. He looked at Jon with pleading eyes, "Can we have permission to get together Master?" Kurt shot Jon a quick thumbs up. Jon assumed that meant that Peter was prepared to accept being disciplined as well as the rewards derived from avoiding it.

Jon held his chin with hand considering how far he could go, "Okay, strip," he ordered Peter then turned to Kurt, "you too, Peter needs to see what a good slave boy looks like." By the time he turned back to Peter he was naked except for ratty old gym shoes, standing at attention and half hard. Jon looked down at Peter's dingy yellowed tee shirt and stained and torn shorts. He doubted that he'd showered yet that day or perhaps the day before. He approached the boy from the side, and waved Kurt to face him, "You'll notice that my boys don't have body hair. Is that alright with you?" The boy nodded imperceptibly. "Speak up."

"Yes Master Sir!"

"Did you by any chance forget to shower and brush your teeth this morning?" Jon asked and sniffed while he pushed the dirty clothes around with his flip-flop. He dropped his sarcastic tone, "The first order of business is to get you sparkling clean and shaved. Can you handle that for us Kurt?"

"Yes Master. Come on Peter," Kurt's voice dropped to a loud whisper, "Man I'm sorry, if I'd been paying attention upstairs I would have told you to shower before you met him. He's a clean freak; wait until you see his pad, its really beautiful. He may not be too hard on you though since you're new to the family."

Kurt returned after the shower started and dug into a duffle bag to find a bottle of Nair. "Just like I said a hottie in the rough."

"What kind of penalty should I hand him?" Jon wondered, "You're experienced and you know I'm not."

"Well you wanted to watch me fuck him, that should be it, we'll take turns on him all night, but when we first walk in you should really look him over with your hands just like you were considering buying him. You know he might be able to come with us to your cabin if you want him to" Kurt said with excitement in his voice. He continued, "He told me yesterday, his apartment is his father's official residence, but his dad's really shacked up with his girlfriend and only stops in here once a week to get his mail and leave Peter some money for food, but to buy food he has to take a taxi which must cost a twenty to get to the nearest market and back."

"Sonofabitch, he does look thin. So what you're saying is that he's been all but abandoned. No wonder he's willing to do anything to make a friend even if you were straight, I would too in his place. Okay I'll invite him, you two are about the same size, can you lend him some clothes."

"He can have some, I've got plenty."

"Great, I'm going back to my place to make something to eat. Is this your bag of goodies? Kurt nodded, "I'll carry it if you don't need anything more. When you bring him over I'm going to send him to the deck to get some sun until we're ready for him because I want you to shave me too," Jon explained with a blush. "Oh you may as well get packed too. You won't need much, we can even go naked on the lake." Kurt wondered how that might happen, but didn't ask.

"Alright Master!" Kurt sang, "You're getting into this aren't you?" Jon grinned in answer and closed the door.

Forty-five minutes later, Kurt ushered sparkling clean and very nervous Peter into the living room. They each carried a gym bag. Both boys were dressed in current young guy fashion, large tee shirts and baggie long shorts. Jon saw that Kurt had even donated a new pair of Nike cross-trainers. Jon watched them without speaking and smiled when both quickly stripped and then Peter took the time to fold his new finery carefully and place them on the arm of a chair. Both moved to stand before him at attention.

Jon stood up close to Peter, he smiled into big brown expectant eyes, "Much better, now I can touch you," he said placing his hands on Peter's shoulders to feel them before they moved to the neck and down long arms. He massaged Peter's nipples erect and admired the developing chest before moving further down to his flat gut. He poked a pinky in the boy's navel and then felt where the developing treasure trail once grew and smiled at Kurt by way of a compliment. Peter inhaled deeply when Jon grasped his six-inch erection and blinked rapidly when it was lifted to his belly while Jon weighed his balls together and then gently squeezed each individually; he sank to his knees and looked up. "Turn around and bend over please." Jon used both hands to spread the boy's muscular cheeks, which turned to steel when first touched. "Relax," he ordered. Peter obeyed with an apology and automatically added the appellation, Master. Peter's lubricated reddened rosebud quivered and he nearly fell forward when he felt Jon kiss him there. Jon hadn't planned what he was going to do next but a virgin cock on a beautiful boy was irresistible and Jon told him so after asking him to face forward once more.

"I love young boy cum and I just bet I'm going to love yours too coming out of such a splendid body. Have you ever been sucked off before?"

"No Master."

"Well then look down and watch," Jon instructed. He added, "You can relax now and use your hands on my head if you want to set the pace. I want you to enjoy your first experience and all your experiences."

Peter spread his legs for better balance and hoped he wouldn't fall over when he came and regretted that he was already past the point of no return. No one had ever even touched him before. Jon had the time to kiss the boy's body and pull back before Peter thrust his hips and began filling Jon's mouth. Peter sagged as his knees quit. Kurt got behind him to hold him upright. Jon released his cock when he was spent and stood up quickly take Peter in his arms and kiss him. When Peter tasted his cum he sucked Jon's mouth greedily while wondering in passing if the act would get him in trouble with his very nice new master.

"That was wonderful Peter, thank you for giving me that cherry. You're a real cum pumper and I'll be back for more. While I was waiting for you guys I made up some sandwiches, they're on the counter, help yourself, we can always make more and there are drinks including beer in the fridge, help yourself there too." Jon eyed Peter's tan line; "After you finish lunch go out on the deck and stretch out until I come back, we need to get you tan all over."

Peter scampered to the kitchen before the bedroom door closed. He found three thick roast beef sandwiches on a plate and was pleased that punishments did not include starvation. He chose a beer to drink and carried the plate and beer to the deck along with a recent copy of National Geographic. He stretched out on his belly and ate propped up on his elbows after adjusting his cock so it rested back between his legs.

"What's this harness for?" Jon asked after pawing through the collection of toys and paraphernalia that Kurt dumped on the bed to find his lighter leash.

"Shit, I should have remembered that. You should have put that on Peter. It's a harness that holds this dildo in place. See it's the same size as me," he blushed, "or I mean us. My old master used to make the kid wear it for hours at a time while we studied so he'd be ready for me at fuck time." While Kurt talked he locked the dildo in place, fastened the Velcroed nylon belt low on his waist, inserted the dildo by sitting on it and then pulled up two dangling straps between his legs, one on each side of his cock and balls and attached each to rings on the belt near his hip bones. Kurt grinned, posed by locking his hands behind his head and turned around slowly.

"Pretty neat. Do you think he'd freak out if we put it on him?" Jon wondered.

Kurt shrugged, "He's already obedient and thinking in terms of being owned by you. When we go back out there after shaving you, order him to his knees to suck you off. He already loves cum, his own anyway and after you fuck him, he'll be yours." Kurt grinned, "How many sandwiches did you make up for him?" Jon held three fingers, "See you're already treating him well, I think he probably already likes you so it's worth it to him to put up with a few small kinks like this.

"Okay, let's go install it now." Jon agreed.

When they walked out to the living room Peter was still on his belly but had fallen asleep with his head on his arm. They saw an empty longneck and plate near his elbow. Kurt woke him by nudging his foot. Peter snapped awake. His eyes locked on the dildo dangling from its harness. Surprisingly he grinned and jumped to his feet.

"Is that for me Master? Oh wow! A real one and the straps to hold it in. Great! I've been practicing with long plastic shampoo bottle but it won't stay in after it gets slippery. Will you put it on me or in me?" He held his arms out to accept the belt around the waist.

"Hey it talks!" Jon quipped with a laugh.

Peter suddenly looked contrite, "I'm sorry Master." He was talking too much.

"Hey no boy, I don't want silence from you just respect." Jon went to his knees to insert the flexible flesh colored tool. Peter spread his legs and then his ass cheeks without being asked. Jon studied the boy's tiny pucker again and was amazed when he watched it relax and open.

"Okay Master I'm ready when you are." Peter announced happily.

When Jon began to push Peter's muscle it almost reached out and grabbed the pink head and then suck it into his body. "Holy shit boy," Jon exclaimed, "that's the smartest damn boy pussy I've ever seen." Kurt pulled the straps up tight and closed them.

"Thank you Master, I told you I've been practicing." Peter experimented with walking. He wobbled out to the hall mirror to look at his butt. When he returned to the deck he really giggled at a thought, "You know Master I must look like I'm walking with a peg up my ass!" He added after their laughter died, "But I sure do like how it feels. Could I wear it home tonight?"

"Sure if you want to go home, but you can stay all night if you want to, and then if its okay with your dad you can go with Kurt and I up to my log cabin for the whole week."

Peter's handsome face clouded at the mention of his father, "I'm sorry Master, but fuck my father. I haven't even seen the prick for three weeks. He won't even know I'm gone." He brightened suddenly, "So I sure can stay the night and I'd love to go on a vacation with you for the first time in my life."

"Okay then, you stay out here, get some more sun and we'll be back in awhile." Peter sat down cautiously, lay back and began humping his hips up and down.

"Wow this is unreal, way cool man! I can hardly wait for the real thing," Peter volunteered shyly with his eyes moving between Jon's shorts and Kurt's semi-hard cock. "Should I go home and pack stuff?"

"No you duffus, I packed that bag for you to save you from having to do laundry in case you wanted to go with us." Kurt advised him kindly giving Peter a reason not to pack his own clothes. Jon made a mental note to buy the boy some clothes for school because no one was going to look down their noses at one of his boys.

"Get me extra slippery Kurt because I want you to fuck me as often as I fuck you," Jon announced after Kurt completed his barbering, a thorough douche and a shower. Jon looked down at where his pubes used to be, "How do I look?"

"A stud man who likes to get fucked by his slaves."

"Okay! Now let's go pop a cherry. You know that kids' so eager and horny I don't know how he stayed a virgin this long."

They found Peter where they left him on his back but sleeping again while fully erect. "May I suck that beautiful cock awake Master?" Kurt whispered while falling into his slave boy mode again.

Jon nodded and stretched out alongside them to watch. Kurt fitted his knees between Peter's spread legs, lifted the hard sleeping cock and took it in his mouth. His tongue massaged the head and assaulted the slit before he swallowed it and then began to bob his head. Jon and Curt both watched a smile form on Peter's lips. Jon leaned forward and down to kiss that smile and the lips opened to suck his tongue in. Then only Peter's eyes smiled into Jon's. Peter's hands moved to Kurt's head.

When Jon broke the kiss Peter asked, "May I suck you off now Master? Right now while Kurt works my cock and the dildo works my ass."

"Pussy," Jon corrected, "Asses are for taking dumps and clean pussies are for fucking and eating. And yes now would be a good time to suck me. Just turn your head."

Jon crawled forward and rolled to his side facing Peter, "You have a beautiful cock Master," he offered before he filled his mouth and Jon began rocking his hips. Peter put a tentative hand on Jon's side to speed his short thrusts and left it there when Jon moved faster. Jon massaged Peter's head and whispered, "Save me some, I have a feeling I'm going to need all I can get with you two around." That comment got him two mouth filled giggles while he was able to laugh with them openly.

Peter climaxed first while just the sight of his youthful arching thrusting body caused Jon to follow and he had to scramble while he panted to receive his share back. Peter grinned at Jon apparently unflustered by Kurt's sucking him dry, "Are you going to fuck me now Master?"

"Nope, not until after Kurt fucks me." Jon shook his head.

"Oh wow can I watch Master?" Peter questioned enthusiastically.

"Of course, we're going to do it right here and you can help by steering and touch either of us wherever you please. Does your dildo feel all right? You do an awful lot of wiggling."

Peter laughed, "That's because it feels even better when I move around." Peter hesitated before asking the next question. He took a deep breath first, "Will you own me after you fuck me?"

"I sure will, just like Kurt," he put out his hand and Kurt put the end of a lighter gold chain leash in his hand and waited sitting on his heels between Jon's legs. Jon tugged until the nipple was stretched and Kurt gathered Jon's legs on his shoulders and went prone over his exciting new master. Peter reached out but looked at Jon for permission. Jon nodded and tugged the leash again and Kurt sank slowly until he ran out of cock. After another nod from Jon, Kurt began thrusting slowly, he apologized for the pace but he was suffering from erotic overload from sucking an almost virgin fifteen-year-old cock and watching the boy take their master in his mouth like he'd been doing it for years. Then too the master's choice of place, out on the deck in the sun, barely hidden from neighbors by colorful flags which had nothing to do with reducing the sound of the obvious comments and noises they made.

After Kurt went limp and popped out, Jon moved a surprised Kurt out of the way by gently pulling his leash to the side before looking at Peter and pointing to the newly vacated spot between his legs, "Eat out Kurt's cum, but do it with your pussy in the air." He turned back to Kurt; "You unsnap his dildo from the harness and heat up that virgin boy pussy for me."

Peter did as he was told with his eyes as big as saucers. He stood on his knees with his legs spread and leaned forward to stare breathless at Kurt's thick white cum slowly oozing from his master's still relaxed pussy. He felt Kurt reach to his belly to release the belt. With the tension gone Peter's body spit out the alien invader like a cork under pressure. Kurt caught it and rammed it home again driving Peter's tongue into Jon. As Kurt established a rhythm, and Peter became comfortable with the act he became more and more enthusiastic until he caught himself trying to use his teeth. He assumed that biting the master if he even could, would invite Jon's displeasure so he was content to use his lips and tongue.

Jon remained hard while Kurt fucked him and now he was rock hard from feeling Peter's mouth and tongue. "That's enough Pete, quick get over on your back and get your legs out of the way. Peter complied by simply tucking and locking his heels behind his head and lay there watching Jon loom over him. Jon was surprised to see the acrobatic feat revealed a pristine boy pussy gaping wide open ready to receive his cock. He entered slowly until he was buried. Peter's smile never wavered as he watched with his head propped by his feet locked at the ankles in back of his head. He did wince when Jon allowed his weight to settle but that was because Jon was mashing his balls. Peter quickly used both hands to pull them up so his hard cock could protect them.

"Use your tool on me Kurt. Unfortunately this isn't going to take long." Kurt just got started when Jon moaned while Peter's cock started firing using his face as a target. Jon laughed at Peter's attempt to lick a shot from his cheek and bent down to clean him up with his own tongue.

Jon rolled off Peter and watched him turn his attention to Kurt approaching him on his knees. "How long can you stay in that position Pete?"

"Quite a while. I even learned how to walk on my hands with my feet up like this, pretty neat huh?"

Kurt lifted his head and giggled, "It makes for easier cleaning up afterward too," he said licking his lips. He looked at Jon for permission. After Jon nodded he easily leaned forward and sank to pound Peter for ten minutes without mercy until he came.

When Kurt collapsed on his contorted body, Peter looked at Jon hopefully, "What's next Master?" He knew his last cherry was his cock buried in one of them.

"We'll take a break for lunch, but before we do that, there's the punishment for presenting your unclean body for my inspection. Effective immediately you will no longer touch your cock or balls except when showering after douching which you will do morning and night and any other time you smell funky. Just don't wait to be sent." Jon warned. He patted Peter's cock and cupped his balls, "These aren't yours anymore, they belong to me and all the cum you produce is mine as well. Starting after lunch you will serve us until further notice as our fuck boy, and anytime one of us isn't mounted on you, you will wear your dildo," He reached between them again to hold the boy's cock affectionately, "and this lovely big boy will remain a virgin until the punishment is lifted." Jon grinned at Kurt who was just regaining consciousness, on top of Peter, "You eat him and I'll start on lunch and from now on he's yours to fuck anytime you feel the urge. You better get off him now though so he can get his legs working again."

Peter opened his mouth to complain but Kurt shushed him in time, "Shut up man! Do you know what my punishment is going to be if I get anything less than A's? Just like yours but he's not going to get ME off at all, so I'll be drowning in my own cum in a day or two. At least we're going to be sucking you dry whenever." Kurt lowered his head to begin the cleaning operation.

Peter massaged Kurt's head, "Man that would really suck the big one. If he did that to me I'd be walking around with a constant hard on."

Kurt started laughing with his face buried. He looked up, "You have been since I shaved you."

"I have been what?" Peter wondered. Kurt reached up to Peter's cock and waved it, "Oh yeah, I guess I have been, except for when I was scared the master wouldn't like me when we walked over here."

Jon called them to lunch after he watched Kurt help Peter put on his chastity belt and grinned on seeing Peter walking better with a forced erect posture since he tended to bend forward earlier. He sat down carefully and stared at the platter of sandwiches.

"Dig in guys. Sorry I ran out of roast beef, these are just different kinds of lunchmeat. We'll go out for dinner tonight if you don't mind." Jon told them.

Peter's face lit up, "You mean to a restaurant like Mac Donald's, Master?"

Jon made a face, "Absolutely not, I was thinking of Sam's Steakhouse and then we might catch a movie after."

Peter's expression was a delight, "Wow! Master, I've never been to a restaurant that nice, not ever!"

"Stop the master shit while we're eating Pete, my name is Jon."

"Okay Master, I mean Jon," Peter said playfully while he devoured his second sandwich. Jon and Kurt shared grins and winks at how much Peter could eat.

Jon frowned at Peter with a raised eyebrow, "Would you let me get you a nipple ring Pete?"

"And a leash too?" Peter asked while nodding excitedly.

"Yup a leash too." Jon agreed.

Kurt snapped his fingers, "I've got one just like this. I was going to get both nipples done, but then I decided that just one looked tough. I'll get it," he said disappearing into Jon's bedroom to rummage in his bag. Peter took the ring in his palm and stared at it reverently. "I can put it in too if you have a needle Jon."

"I have a sewing kit I bought for some reason years ago other than sewing, since I can't." Jon laughed at himself and went to find a needle.

Peter leaned back in his chair and looked down at the small clamp Kurt closed against his chest to squeeze his nipple out further. His eyes were saucer-like as Kurt pushed in the needle that he'd sterilized on an electric range burner. When it was through, Kurt wiggled as gently as he could before pulling it out and inserting the rings' post. Jon was relieved that the procedure was almost bloodless as he dabbed at the two wounds with an antiseptic cotton ball.

"It almost doesn't even hurt," Peter announced in wonder and kissed Kurt to thank him for the ring and installing it. He leaned back so they both could look down at the opposing touching rings. He looked from Jon to Kurt slyly, "Do you know why I picked this nipple?" he asked but didn't wait for an answer, "Because if sometime both of us are bad you could chain us together." He watched Jon's erection grow and felt Kurt's growing between his legs, both thinking of the possibilities.

Jon shook his head, "Not until that heals and don't try anything when I'm not looking either, I see the gears grinding behind those beady eyes," he joked.

Peter tried to look innocent, "Yes Master." He had another thought, "When we go out tonight can we stop in a pet shop and get a choker collar like Kurt's? I know one like his is gold and way too expensive but a cheapo will do."

Before Jon could agree Kurt called, "Blue! Come here boy!" Blue ran from the bedroom. Kurt bent down and removed the dog's choker to wave it at Peter, "Ta da!" he sang, "Now we'll really match." He giggled as Peter tried to put it on over his head. "It won't fit that way, you have to bend one ring so it comes off and then you slip the end of the chain through the other ring and then put the ring back on and pinch it closed. Once on, you can't take it off without pliers. Now all we need is a pair of pliers."

Jon disappeared to his bedroom and returned wearing shorts, "My tools are in the truck." He explained and left them.

"How come you bought such an expensive collar for your dog?"

"I didn't, my old master bought all this gold shit. He trained Blue to, well never mind, I'll tell you sometime when we're alone," Kurt was beet red so Peter didn't press the question, but his imagination was working overtime as he looked at Blue.

After Jon returned with pliers and the job was done, Peter stood before them happily fingering the chain with Blue's tag still attached so except for the opposing nipple rings and Blue's name, Jon's two love slaves matched.

Kurt approached Jon shyly while Peter went out to the deck to work on his tan. "Master, I was wondering why you haven't fucked me yet?"

Jon blinked before he began laughing, "You know I honestly don't know, if you hadn't found Peter, I assure you I would have. Come on

Babe, let's correct the omission right now."

Peter stirred from his reading when the master and other slave joined him, but they ignored him. Kurt lay on his back with his legs spread, already lifted and back out of the master's way. Their master was as eager to penetrate, as the boy slave was to receive his master's hardness. Peter reached back and began pushing his thumb against his dildo, and by then he considered it his. He was marked by his jewelry as property or chattel, his nipple ring and golden chain collar, but the column of soft plastic was his and replaced his master's or Kurt's hard cock in his body so he was content to work it while he watched them make love. He was startled by that thought, but that was what they were doing. Everything they did was so much more sensual than what either of them had done with him although he loved every moment of what they did with and to his body thus far. He fell onto his back with his hand pinned under his butt still working his only possession while he was with them. His cock lifted from his belly as the master groaned and lifted his upper body to spurt his seed into his lover's body, a signal that his cock should erupt on his chest and taunt gut.

Jon and Kurt both looked to him when he whined and then matched Jon's groan. Jon reached and pulled him closer so he could be licked clean without Jon disengaging. "Please Master please! I need to be fucked!" Peter begged.

Jon smiled and pulled out suddenly still connected to Kurt by a delicate strand of cum that parted when he pushed and manipulated Kurt over to Peter's body. Kurt released the straps and Peter rocked back to his shoulders. The plastic cock popped out and was pushed aside. Kurt replaced it easily but gently and instantly began thrusting. Peter felt some additional weight and opened his eyes to see his master grinning down on him over Kurt's shoulder.

"Master! You're an animal but I love it!" Peter exclaimed wondering how such an older man could be so virile but loving the attention he'd craved for so long when he realized his master was making love to him through Kurt. Kurt kissed passionately while their master planted a hickie on Kurt's tanned muscular back up high on his shoulder.

Much later in the afternoon Peter rubbed Kurt's snoozing back, "Would you give me a hickie Master?"

Jon pushed the boy flat, sucked him slowly, and when both were satisfied he sucked the smooth sun reddened skin once covered by pubic hair just above Peter's still hard cock.

Dinner in an expensive restaurant was a first-time adventure for Peter. He read every word on the menu and each price. He refused to order until after Jon and Kurt both ordered expensive steaks, then finally chose a grilled chicken breast, the cheapest item he could find. Jon listened and grinned, "Check that," he told the waiter, "he'll have the twenty-four ounce porterhouse," he paused to look at Peter, "How do you like your steak grilled?"

"Ah, how do you like yours?" Peter countered. "I'm not much into steak," he admitted, "except for looking at them in a meat case."

He almost said Master, and blushed when Jon winked at him kindly not upset with the near goof. "Rare." Jon said.

"That's what I want too then I guess." Peter told the waiter proudly while he continued to wiggle slightly in his chair and Jon completed his order since he wasn't paying attention to the waiter's questions because he was staring at a busboy clearing a table close by. He leaned toward Kurt creating an instant slave boy conspiracy, "Man check that out, he's so gorgeous I'd eat his shit," he whispered. Kurt nodded and giggled after looking. The busboy turned red, smiled and winked at Peter before hurrying off with his tub of dishes. Peter wiggled faster.

The busboy, a teenager was tall, probably six-two, and wiry. He was obviously an athlete. He had a patrician face, a clear complexion with blue eyes and short brown baby fine hair that lay tightly against his scalp, which he probably didn't need to comb.

Jon shook his head in dismay, "Not only gorgeous, but he's got perfect hearing too," he observed dryly, which started them all laughing and quietly appraising the rest of the wait staff.

Peter placed his well-gnawed bone on his plate and rocked back rubbing his belly to decline Jon's question about dessert. Suddenly the much-admired busboy was standing by Peter to collect used dinnerware. When he left there was a folded cocktail napkin in front of the boy. Peter looked at it and grinned before passing it to Jon. The scrawled note said, I think you guys are HOT too!' There was also a phone number with cphone' in parentheses and a time, 10 PM'. The note was signed, Kelly'.

Jon passed the note to Kurt and offered his cell phone to Peter, "Here call him, he's standing by the kitchen door looking at you. My apartment number is 14B. Just remind him that there's three of us."

The threesome returned from the movie at nine-thirty and after shedding their clothes, went into Jon's bathroom to clean themselves before Kelly arrived at ten or a little after. Peter was nervous after Jon advised him that his punishment was lifted for the night and he would be first to fuck the new boy and so give up his last cherry while he gained some experience as a reward since his brazen comment in the restaurant produced such a beautiful walking, talking result.

Jon started the fireplace using a manufactured log, which burned nicely and produced little in the way of heat since all he wanted was atmosphere in the August night. Kurt worked his way around the room lighting candles while Peter sat in front of the fire hugging his knees in the middle of a white furry llama skin rug. He continued to move his butt enjoying the movement of his dildo, which he opted to keep in for a while longer after Jon told him that it could be removed for the night. There was a knock on the door.

Peter opened the door a crack by standing behind it and twisting his neck so that all Kelly saw were eyes. When he saw it was Kelly, he opened the door, grabbed one of his arms and pulled him inside. "Hi," he said shyly, "I'm Peter, this is Jon and that's Kurt and you need to get undressed, this is a clothes free apartment." Peter's initial shyness disappeared as he began unbuttoning Kelly's shirt while Kelly stared open mouthed at Peter's erection and harness.

"What's this for?" Kelly asked brushing his hand down over Peter's belly and grazing his cock with his fingers.

Peter looked at Kelly strangely, "DUH, it's my cock silly, and you better have one too," he clutched Kelly's chinos and grinned, "I feel that you do and a very nice one at that."

Kelly grinned, and touched Peter's belt, "I meant this, wise ass." He began helping Peter while he took in his new surroundings including Kurt and Jon's bodies. He liked everything he saw, "All you guys are shaved," he nodded to himself and made a decision, "Kinda kinky but cool."

Peter squatted and crossed his eyes looking at Jon, "I don't know why I didn't try this before, this pulls it in further." He looked up at Kelly, "This harness holds a dildo in me that's about that big," he pointed at Jon's cock while he bounced on his knees several times, "oh yeah," he mumbled, both at the new sensations running through his body, but also at seeing Kelly's five inch cock when he exposed it by pulling down Kelly's bikini briefs with his trousers.

Kelly turned to face Kurt and Jon, after Peter removed his shoes and socks and he was able to kick free of his pants and underwear. "What you see is what you get," he said looking down at his perfect five-inch rod, "I could be better hung, but it works okay. I'm always horny and half hard most of the time."

Peter giggled, took Kelly's hand and led him to the firry carpet and pulled him down, "I have the same problems but we're in good hands with these two around." Kurt wiggled his ass beside them as Jon settled his weight. He looked down quizzically, "Is your pussy clean? You have to be if you want to get eaten. I know what I said at the table, but I didn't really mean it." He blushed with a new thought after noting Kelly's surprised expression, "Of course getting eaten after might gross you out so I guess it doesn't matter."

"Oh yes it does matter to me," Jon interrupted, glancing to the side without missing a stroke, "I like fucking clean young pussies not asses, so I guess you won't be getting laid tonight."

Kelly got to his knees, and sat on his heels looking down on the rutting couple "You didn't give me a chance to answer the question. I'm not very experienced, I'm going to be a senior in high school and I'm still in the closet there because I don't ever want to put up with the shit that guys who have come out have to. You guys were strangers and like I said, hot, but I'm really just a wannabe." He looked hopefully at Peter, "I'll do whatever you guys want about getting clean, just tell me."

Jon mumbled with difficulty, "Okay... Pete, take him into my bathroom and get it done."

Peter took Kelly's hand to pull him up to his feet and the giggling race to the bedroom and adjoining bath was on. "Are you going to shave me before or after I'm clean?" Kelly asked breathlessly.

Forty-five minutes, reciprocal head jobs in the shower and Kelly and Peter had become instant good friends. "Can you stay all night?" Peter asked.

Kelly grinned and nodded, "After we talked I called home to tell the `rents that I was going over to a coworker's to a party after work to celebrate not having to work until after Labor Day. Being protective types about drinking and driving, my mom told me that if I had even one beer, I was to stay over night! Isn't that great?"

Peter's eyes lit up, "Come on we've got to talk to Jon. Will they let you come with us for a week's vacation?" Peter asked Kelly on the return race to the living room. Jon and Kurt were busy cementing their friendship since the initial lust period had waned, they were lying on their sides talking and enjoying each other's body with their hands and eyes. "Jon, Jon, Kelly just told me that he's taking the rest of the month off as vacation until school starts!" He was breathless in anticipation of Jon asking Kelly about the cabin.

"That's nice," Jon replied with a smirk with his eyes on the tall boy's newly barbered sleek body.

"But, but, Jon, I mean Master, please, there'd be four of us and you'd have another young cock and boy pussy to enjoy." Peter begged.

Jon laughed, "Now I wonder why I didn't think of that?" he joked and stood up to look Kelly over. "Kelly my boy I hereby invite you to go with us, but I don't think there's a snow ball's chance in hell of your parent's giving you permission to go away for a week with a complete stranger and two unrelated teenagers." Jon spoke softly while he ran his hands everywhere over Kelly's body. "You really are beautiful though, so welcome to my growing family if you want to join us when we get back."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about them. We need to think up a plan. Has anyone got any ideas?" Kelly said as Jon sank to his knees.

"Yeah, a taste of honey," Jon answered and gobbled Kelly into his mouth.

"I do," Peter offered while Kurt pulled him down to his back, "let's just flesh out your first fib about going to a party and staying all night." He didn't elaborate until he pulled his legs up to receive Kurt. "Kurt here is really your busboy buddy from work and I'm his younger brother and the Master is our father. You know Dad;" he offered in a contorted whisper, "you've been more of a father to me in just a few hours than my real asshole father has ever been."

Jon pulled away from Kelly to look down on Peter. All he could see of the boy, halfway to manhood was his legs wrapped around Kurt. "Thank you son, that I'll never have naturally, I think you're as close to being the next best thing I'm ever going to find. If that was an offer, I accept." Jon never stopped kneading Kelly's cheeks and massaging his long flanks.

"Master Jon, I'm going to cum!" Kelly moaned and used Jon's shoulders to hold himself upright. Jon returned to the business at hand, or rather mouth and was just in time to drink of the boy's fountain of youth.

Kurt moaned and collapsed, Peter pulled him in tighter with both arms and legs before his oohing and aahing changed, and he screamed, "OUCH! You're crushing my nuts!"

That got all four laughing. Tall Kelly collapsed on Jon until the four were a seething heap of arms and legs. When they calmed down enough Jon kissed Peter in a very un-fatherly fashion, "You know, that story just might work my youngest son."

There was some trepidation the next morning as Jon followed Kelly to his home. Kurt rode with Kelly while Peter was in Jon's truck and Blue ran back and forth on the back seat attempting to catch up to his master. "If you call me master, Peter, I swear I'll kill you right in front of them," he warned as they climbed down to `meet the parents.'

Jon was surprised that they actually accepted and even consoled him as a single father with not one, but two teenage sons. Kelly's parents were delighted to have him go away for a week. It would mean a week away from his car and driving, a week free of worrying about him when he was out of sight in his car. It would be a week of peace, a vacation for them too.

Kelly tossed an over-stuffed bag into the back of Jon's crew-cab truck because no clothing would have raised questions and sat in the front so he had more room for his long legs while Kurt and Peter, with Blue between them sat in the rear. Jon made three stops before they left the city behind. The first was at a flea market. Jon sent the boys off armed with money to buy vegetables and fruit while he went in search of a jeweler's booth that sold different styles and weights of gold chain by the inch. The second stop was to buy groceries, two buggies full to hopefully last the week, and the final stop was at a porn shop. Jon took Kurt with him for advice.

Once back in the truck and Jon saw that Peter and Kelly had stripped off their shirts he shrugged, "Okay guys, all three of you get naked. No one will see you through this tinted glass and you'll only wear what you're told to the rest of the week." Only Kelly hesitated until he saw Peter and Kurt naked and stretching their young bodies in the back. Both were instantly erect. Blue began licking Kurt's cock eagerly. Kurt blushed nervously and pushed the dog away.

"Not now Blue," he whispered.

Peter giggled and pulled the dog's head to his lap. Blue began licking him just as enthusiastically, "Is this what your old master trained him to do, lick you off?" Kurt just nodded in answer, but his blush deepened. "Anything else?" he prodded and then relented, "Man that is way cool! Will he fuck me?"

Kurt sighed in the relative silence. He saw Jon looking at him in the rear view mirror and lying was not allowed. "It started out as a penalty. My master had to hold me in place at first, not the licking, I enjoyed that, but when he made me kneel with him kneeling in front of me, he locked my head between his thighs so my butt was in the air." He met Jon's eyes in the mirror wearing a bleak expression, "I'm sorry if it grosses you out Master, but its kind of habit forming. Blue and I get off with each other at least once a week."

Kurt waited for Jon to stop the truck and tell him to get out but Jon surprised him, "Your master raped you with a dog, it's not your fault or Blue's. What you do with him now is private and personal, just don't ever come to me without douching afterward," he cautioned realizing that his love for the boy overwhelmed the acts of bestiality.

Peter's body arched off the seat. He moaned while shooting streamers of jit up his body and Blue chased them with his tongue. "Will he fuck me now?" Peter asked looking hopeful while he panted.

Kurt nodded, "As soon as we get there. He won't let you out of his sight until you assume the position." With that said, Blue lay down with his head in Peter's lap."

Peter giggled nervously, "Are we there yet Dad? How long until we get there?" he whined like a child, bringing laughter from the others and easing the built up tension.

"Next I suppose you'll tell me you have to pee," Jon said with a smile.

"If you fall for that Jon, the place better be private because Pete here is going to become a bitch as soon as he gets out of the truck," Kurt warned, "Old Blue will have his reward for services rendered."

Jon looked over at Kelly and then back at Peter, "Tell me my son, why is Kelly wearing your dildo?"

"He gave it to me," Kelly answered quickly, not wanting Peter to get in trouble, "I asked him for it," he added.

Peter punched Kelly in the shoulder, "The word you were looking for is LENT!"

"Were you wearing that in front of your parents?" Jon asked, somewhat shocked. Kelly nodded, grinned and wiggled. "What a pair of horn toads."

He grinned, "Okay you just keep that one. I bought two more."

Peter giggled, "Why do you think he was doing that little dance while we were talking to them?" he asked rhetorically.

Jon slowed the truck on a narrow country road, "See the water through those trees? That's all anyone can see of the lake."

"Aren't there any other houses?" Kurt asked. "That looks like a pretty big lake."

"Yup, around four hundred acres. There are no other houses because I own the lake and another four hundred acres surrounding it." Jon giggled as they stopped in front of a padlocked gate, which Kelly opened without the thought that he was naked. "This land has been in my family like forever. We used to come here every summer and most weekends. My parents retired here and after they passed on, I just come up every couple of months now," he sighed.

"How come so seldom?"

"Oh, I guess because of memories. I think I would have more if I had someone to share it with, you know, create some new memories," Jon smiled glancing around, "and suddenly I have the three of you."

The gravel drive turned out to be a quarter mile long. Kelly and Kurt didn't even look at the house as they watched Peter jump from the truck before it was completely stopped with Blue following and snuffling his crotch. Peter knelt in tall grass and leaned his head down on the ground after mashing the grass down.

"Just pat your butt," Kurt instructed, "so he knows you're ready.

All three were goggle-eyed as they watched the well-trained dog mount the boy and quickly find his new bitch's pussy, even Kurt, who had never watched before.

"He's well hung," Peter grunted in surprise.

Kurt grinned, "Wait until he ties with you."

"Huh?" Jon, Kelly and even Peter asked together.

Kurt explained, "Dogs have a big knot in the base of their cocks. It swells up when he's ready to pop his load. Blue always forces it in just in time."

Peter grunted seriously, "Like just then," and added after a moment, "and it's getting bigger!" Blue whined his pleasure as his cum flowed. At the right time known only to the dog, Blue twisted his body so his forepaws dropped to the ground and turned half away so his butt continued to touch Peter's since dog remained buried in boy pussy. "Damn! When does he stop coming."

Kurt shrugged, "When he's finished. You'll know when the knot shrinks and you're free."

Ten minutes later, Peter stood up on his knees after a wet thank you kiss on the face from Blue. Jon pushed Peter back down, "Not yet boy bitch, you've got three more very hot cocks to serve. That was quite a show."

Kelly and Kurt nodded and held themselves carefully since watching the bizarre act got everyone to the bursting point. Kelly was last and by the time he was finished cum was leaking out and drooling thickly, slowly down the inside of Peter's thighs. Kelly pushed Peter so he lay on his stomach. Peter humped the ground several times before they saw his body tighten and his butt clenched while his load fertilized the ground under his gut.

"Go get cleaned up Pete, sorry if we were a little rough on you but that was just too much. We'll get the stuff unloaded while you're gone."

Peter rolled over and started to sit up, Kelly pushed him back, "No wait Master, could I, you know," he pointed, to Peter's crotch.

Jon shrugged, "Sure, if you want to."

Kelly grinned, "Quick Pete tuck your feet behind your head."

Peter complied but asked, "How come you wouldn't do this last night?"

"I'm older now and this is something a lover should always do to show his love from me to you anyway," Kelly whispered.

"Lover as in do you mean you love me? Because I started loving you when I first saw you, I loved your face and your body, and your great personality when you blushed, grinned at me and winked. Last night you gave me all your cherries and I used the last of mine in you." Peter looked to see that Jon and Kurt were unloading the truck, he whispered to Peter, "Suck up a mouthful of that and share it with me lover boy."

Kurt was still laughing about what Jon described as a log cabin. It was built of logs or native fieldstone where the outside walls were solid, but the overall look was contemporary and huge. Jon explained that it started out as a four-room cabin and the rest was added on over the years.

Jon carried their small amount of luggage to the master bedroom and returned to the kitchen wearing a frown, "I must be getting forgetful, when I left here two months ago this whole place was not as tidy and clean."

Kurt held up the coffee carafe, "You also forgot to wash the coffee pot and the pot's still warm."

"Sonofabitch!" Jon swore, "Come on let's look around a little better someone must have broken in and is living here."

They discovered the intruder was using the den as his bedroom, evidenced by a neatly spread sleeping bag on the carpet and some clothing folded and stacked on the sofa. Kurt looked inside a pair of jeans, "A twenty-eight inch waist, I guess we can handle him if we can ever find him." He followed Jon back to the great room after discovering the boy had been using one guest bathroom where they found his razor and other bath articles plus a damp face cloth.

"Whoever he is he's a neat nick and I should probably end up paying him for all this cleaning," Jon remained amazed. "He even did all the windows."

"Look, there's your little housekeeper!" Kurt pointed to the side door into the enclosed boathouse. They watched a dark haired naked boy who was also darkly tanned leave it carrying a small cooler jug. He walked twenty feet out on the beach and sat Indian fashion on a colorful towel to take a long drink before stretching out on his back to enjoy the sun.

Kelly and Peter ran in holding hands, "Can we help do something? Wow this place is beautiful and huge. You had me convinced that we were going to sleep all jammed together in a twin bed, some cabin." Peter's giggling stopped when Jon pointed out the boy on the beach and explained that he was an intruder. "Another hottie like us," he decided immodestly, "and already buck naked. Well shall we go introduce ourselves Dad?"

Jon took Kurt's hand and started for the glass wall, "Yup Son that's exactly what we'll do."

The boy didn't know he was surrounded until Jon cast his shadow on his closed eyes, while the three boys ogled his splendid sun drenched body and the thick five inch limp manhood that drooped over a pair of heavy balls. The boy sat up quickly but didn't try to stand up. He just hugged his knees staring at the lake.

"Okay, you got me, now what are you going to do with me?" he asked finally. The depth of his baritone voice surprised everyone.

Jon sat down by the boy, "I'll decide after you tell me your name and why you took up residence in my house?" he said softly and not unkindly.

"My name is Tristen Hollingsworth."

Peter stretched out alongside Tristen, interrupting him, "Cool man that's sounds like an expensive name. Mine's Peter, that's my boyfriend Kelly, and that hunk is Kurt and you're chatting with our master, Jon.

"Tristen is my mother's maiden name and my father cut and sold firewood for a living. How expensive is that?"

"Tony Hollingsworth? I knew him, I'm sorry; he passed two or three years ago? We always bought our wood at your woodlot."

Tristen nodded, "My mom remarried a year ago and the idiot wacko is jealous of me. He didn't hit me after the first time and I came at him with an ax handle. Since then it's been like psychological warfare. When mom's around it's subtle like dumping coffee on me when I was late for school, or messing up my hair or just walking in on me in the bathroom anytime or my bedroom to wake me up to check on me on his way to bed. But when mom's not around, then it really begins, he's called me every name in the book from gay to fudge packer. He wants me gone. This summer I was trying to cut and split some wood to stock up for the fall rush, I thought I could make some money AND get away from him. That didn't work either. He started to come over to the lot to help," Tristen used fingers to put quotes around that word. He grinned for the first time, "Until I got out my trusty ax handle again."

"Then people around town started looking at me strangely and I discovered that he'd been going around telling people that I was a fag. I gave up, packed some clothes and hiked here. I knew what you looked like, everyone does and I saw you in town the day before and of course everyone knows about this place, I was going to ask if I could live here until I'm eighteen and work around the place for food and found. Could I still even though I already am?"

"Why'd you break in and where?" Jon asked.

"I didn't break in, when I knocked on the back door it opened, it sticks, and you have to slam it or did until I fixed it. When I saw the door unlocked I figured that you were out doing something so I sat on the back porch until it got dark, then I got in my bag and spent the night right there waiting for you. I still didn't go inside until the next night when I decided you'd gone and my gut was demanding supper."

"Damn Tristen you missed me by an hour. And you're right about that damned door. Come on let's get some lunch." Jon pulled the boy to his feet.

"Holy shit! Look at you! I can see every muscle!" the by then the never shy Peter expounded only to get a shot in the ribs from Kelly.

Tristen grinned and looked back, "Thanks, you guys aren't bad yourselves but if you want these look me up and I'll introduce you to my splitting machine." After they all took a brief swim to wash the sand off, he dropped back to walk between Kelly and Peter, "Can I ask you guys about being shaved?"

"Sure, Jon's our master and so that would make us his slaves." Peter answered matter-of-factly, if not proudly.

"SAY WHAT!" Tristen boomed.

Peter giggled at that response, "Yup, sex slaves" He lowered his voice, "Actually he's a pussy cat, if you do as he says, he frowned at Kelly, "Speaking of which where's my DILDO? You're going to get me in so much trouble!"

"OOPS! I left it out by the truck. I guess I better go get it." Kelly took off around the house in an easy ground-covering lope.

Jon and Tristen worked to put away all the groceries since they knew where the stuff belonged. "Hey Dad, do I have time to take a shower I'm smelling kind of funky," he said while squatting to pet Blue. "Oh and also you said you bought two more dorks, can I get one since Kelly isn't planning to return mine."

"Yes you have time, there's stuff to get clean under the sink and the dorks are in a sack on the bed, yours is the bigger one."

Peter's eyes lit up and his smile was ear to ear, "THANKS DAD! Come on Kelly you can help."

"Mr. Peterson, can we talk sometime?"

Jon looked around; Kurt was manufacturing a platter full of one-pound burgers. "Tristen and I are going to chat for a while Kurt, just shout when you're ready."

"Okay Jon."

They sat in the great room staring at the lake, "Mr. Peterson, all the shit about being gay got me thinking, I don't know if I am or not."

"Well you know very obviously the four of us are. Let me ask you this, do you like looking at my three boys?"

"Yeah sure and you're in great shape too, but that doesn't mean anything, all jocks look at other jocks in the locker room all the time and some even spring woodies occasionally."

"Of my three, which one do you like looking at the most?" Jon asked.

"Peter I guess, he's friendly and funny and so damn honest and I guess his dimples are neat too." Tristen blushed, "He'll have a great body soon too, if he works on it a little."

"Yes I heard him answer your question," Jon grinned, "I require honesty, come on, let's see what they're up to."

Jon guided Tristen into his bedroom, "Pete," he called to the silent bathroom, "could you come out here for a minute?"

The door opened. Kelly followed Pete. Both were hard, "What's up?" he grinned on seeing Tristen standing by Jon, "Hi Tristen," but Tristen wasn't listening, his eyes were glued to Peter's erection. Peter looked down at himself and then up at Tristen's. He watched Tristen's elongate and rise to horizontal. "Perfect!" Peter said and raced to the bed where his new dildo waited, "Look Dad!" He held the nine-inch dildo in one hand and Tristen's nine-inch cock throbbed in the other. "I'll bet you knew he was here didn't you? Can I try the real thing before I put this in?" Tristen pulled his eyes away from Peter to look down at his own equipment to see Peter stroking him while he invited Kelly to weigh his heavy nut sack.

Jon interrupted, "Lay off guys." He turned to the troubled teen, "Tristen, if Peter were to get you off right now with his mouth, do you think you could return the favor?" Peter sank to his knees in anticipation.

Tristen nodded imperceptibly, "I've got to find out," he whispered to himself.

Peter fed the big cock into his mouth slowly and carefully until only three inches remained. Kelly got behind Tristen to hump his lower spine and run his long fingers over his well defined body from Peter's mouth up to his shoulders and then back. Tristen began to purr as he leaned back into Kelly's chest. Peter struggled to accept another inch.

"Use your hands Tristen, but don't force him, he'll get you all, it just takes practice." Jon whispered adding his hands to compete with Kelly's. He offered another tip or really a rule, "When you start coming back off so Peter can take your cum in his mouth."

Tristen let out a blood-curdling scream and consciously threw his hands in the air, away from Peter's head because his body was being ruled by instinct at that moment. Kurt came running to see who got killed and stayed to watch Peter's throat working frantically, as he had to swallow repeatedly. Kelly was supporting Tristen with a bear hug.

Peter rocked back to sit on his heels and stare up at Tristen, who was just then showing signs of life, "Oh man that was the best head, thanks!"

Tristen responded by lifting Peter to his feet using his armpits as he sank to his knees, "No, thank you! I'm sorry in advance if I bite," His tongue snaked out to catch a knurdle of precum that had grown too big to remain. He took his time in tasting before he smiled up at Peter and took his cock in his mouth while their eyes still touched. Peter used his hands on Tristen's head but only to set the pace not to control depth. Tristen had to tip his head back further when he looked up again with smiling eyes as his lips pressed flesh.

Peter tapped Tristen on his shoulder when he was about to explode and dutifully pulled away from Tristen's mouth until only his head remained. Peter remained there until Tristen decided otherwise because he held Peter's cheeks in two death grips and when Tristen finally regained his feet, Peter pulled him into his arms and kissed him deeply.

"How was that? Did you like it? Cum tastes good doesn't? You never kissed a guy before have you?" Peter ended his cheerful questions when he ran out of breath.

Tristen giggled, "Excellent. Loved it. Delicious. Nope that was a first for me too."

Peter turned to Jon, "Can Tristen fuck me now Dad?" He asked looking little boy hopeful, and used `dad', to further wheedle the favor.

Jon grinned and shook his head, "Nope it's time for lunch, but I'll make you a deal," he picked up the nine-inch dork with its straps attached, "let Kelly help you with this. If you get it all the way in, and keep it in during lunch, then Tristen can have you. How's that?"

"Okay, come on Kel, let's get this in me. We'll use the bathroom counter." Peter started another race with Kelly.

"Can I help too?" Tristen asked and paused to pick up the second smaller cock. "Could I use this one?"

"Sure bring it along. We'll have to hurry though because you need to get cleaned out first. Too bad we don't have time to shave you too, but we can't miss lunch. Cum is just like a habit forming snack, but it isn't very filling." Peter giggled and bent over the counter with his legs spread after he was satisfied the red faced Tristen was clean to his satisfaction.

Kelly and Tristen used extra oil on the head and shaft of the plastic monster, actually an accidental life-like replica of Tristen, and after five minutes of slipping and sliding, the soft plate that kissed Peter's pussy lips meant success. Tristen held it place while Kelly attached the straps. Peter stood up carefully and Tristen replaced him after shyly handing his harness to Peter.

All three boys were pleased that the operation was painless and laughed while Tristen walked around the bedroom experimentally. Only Kelly was laughing at Tristen and Peter while they held each other slightly bent over like a pair of old men as they carefully walked down the stairs.

The three took chairs at a table on the terrace. Peter and Tristen took a full minute to settle their weight, but it wasn't long before Peter resumed his incessant wiggling and encouraged Tristen to follow his lead. Soon the three black-harnessed boys looked to Jon and Kurt like they all had the same disease.

"What were you doing in the boathouse this morning Tristen, cleaning that too?" Jon asked with amusement. He looked at the other three boys chuckling, "God," he thought to himself, "one day I'm lonely and the next, I'm sitting at lunch with four fantastically beautiful naked, eager, willing teenagers who for some reason are willing to obey my every command." He realized that Tristen was answering his question, "I sorry Tristen what were you doing with the boats?"

"Waxing them, their hulls I already cleaned the insides. I'd just finished the second jet-ski."

"JET-SKIS!" Kurt, Kelly and Peter exclaimed at once suddenly interested.

"Yup, two of them," Jon answered and watched the gears begin to grind in Peter's mind. "There's also a ski boat for water skiing and a pontoon boat I use for fishing. You're welcome to use any of them, remember this is a vacation. You too Tristen, and by the way you can continue to live here for as long as you want, and I'll pay for what you've done and give you a salary in the future. Have you been in the garage?" he laughed as soon as he asked. It was obvious that Tristen found the key rack. "Am I to assume that the garage is as tidy as the house?"

"Yes Sir," Tristen blushed at the compliment, "and thank you Sir for letting me stay here, but you don't have to pay me anything."

"I know I don't, but if I can't pay you then you can't stay here, so I guess I win that one. As I was saying, there are two Jeeps in there, the army Jeep is Korean War era surplus, and the big old Grand Cherokee was my father's. You can use either anytime."

"Excuse me Dad, could we try out the Jet Skis?" Peter asked cautiously.

Jon grinned and shrugged, "Sure but I thought you and Kelly had some unfinished business left over from upstairs, you know like finish welcoming Tristen to the family." Jon grinned while he watched three cocks rise. One, Tristen's rose over the table edge. He snapped his fingers, "But first do you want your leash? In all the excitement I forgot."

"Leash?" Tristen asked weakly, although the others saw that his little head liked the idea.

Kurt picked his off the table and snapped it on his nipple ring, "See, like this one. Its mostly symbolic, but sometimes it's nice to get tugged to where the master wants you. You know something that I do with mine Pete? I wore it to school, under my shirt and jeans and inside my boxer's. It is SO cool to walk around and feel it knocking lightly on your cock."

"So are we going to get together now, maybe right here in the sun or after we mess with the skis?" Tristen asked Peter shyly. He felt left out since he was the only virgin in the family."

"Yeah, we have to do it now, if we don't he might change his mind and reinstate my penalty," Peter decided.

"When I brought him to meet Jon he hadn't showered yet, and he took exception. Pete's serving time as our fuck boy until Jon tells him otherwise." Kurt explained.

"Damn it Kurt you forgot the worse part," Peter hung his head, "But I'm not allowed to fuck anyone," he added morosely as Jon returned to dump a small bag of gold chain on the table.

"Nipple ring," he handed it to Kelly, "and nipple ring," he said and offered the second ring to Tristen, "that is, if you want one. No pressure one way or the other."

Tristen brightened, "Hell yeah, I want one too. Gee thanks Mr. Peterson"

"I'll get the stuff," Kurt volunteered and took off running.

"Tristen, if you call that again or Sir, when we aren't playing the slave game, there will be repercussions. My name is Jon."

"Yes Jon, I'm sorry. It's just that I was taught to respect others, especially someone like you after camping in your house for two months and then you give me a job besides."

Kurt returned with his few tools and a big bed comforter. Peter, Kelly, and Tristen spread it out in eager anticipation while Jon and Kurt sorted out the tangles in the chain. "I couldn't get those rings for a choker, but the guy did show me the seam where a link can be opened, so I thought it would be neat to have one continuous chain with no catch. This lighter chain matches yours and I got lobster claw catches that can be pinched on. Will that work?"

Kurt held up the length of chain, "You know Jon there's enough here for all four of us. Maybe its time to give Blue his back and I'll put mine away so we can forget reminders of my past."

Jon leaned into Kurt and gave him a gentle kiss, "I was hoping you'd say that. That's why I bought so much, I guess even Tristen." Peter giggled and screamed. The three boys were wrestling on the comforter; two against one, Kelly and Peter against Tristen and the two were losing. "You know Kurt you three all have beautiful bodies; forgive me for saying this, but Tristen's is phenomenal. I was thinking that I'll let them enjoy him this afternoon, and then tonight we can enjoy him, plus I'll lift Pete's embargo, so the new lovebirds can enjoy each other fully."

"An excellent plan Master. Hey do you want to have some fun with Pete?" Jon grinned and nodded his agreement.

"Okay boys, come to attention." After they stood in formation, Jon looked at Peter and shook his head while he waved Kurt over with his pliers, "Blue wants his collar back, after all he is your boss now." Peter was on the verge of tears but he didn't move a muscle except to blink rapidly. Jon realized he was being heartless, "Because my son, I got you a brand new one and one for each of you who are officially in my family when we're together."

"MASTER! You had me scared shitless!" Peter cried and giggled but didn't otherwise move."

"Take a seat Pete so Kurt can get you measured first." Peter sat down without regard to what he was wearing. He let out a loud OOF and then settled down. Kurt went to work and Peter was soon wearing a new heavy shiny gold chain without a clasp that was about an inch larger than the base of his neck. Kelly was next. He watched stoically while his nipple was pierced after Peter made sure it would oppose his, before leaning his long neck to the side to have his collar installed. Kelly joined Peter on the blanket to make out gently, mindful of their tender nipples. Peter whispered to Kelly who then helped him remove his harness and Peter took care of Kelly's.

Peter grinned at Tristen, "I swear Tris, if your pecs were any bigger you'd have to wear a bra."

"Thank you I think." Without warning he slammed his fist into the muscle where his new adornment wasn't. The muscle was unforgiving, "You may have just noticed that they're self supporting!" he giggled at Peter's awed expression. "I told you if you want a set of your own come and visit me at the log splitter."

"I don't understand, if the machine does the work how do you get muscled up like you are?" Peter looked puzzled.

"DUH! EARTH TO PETER," he shouted through cupped hands. "You have to carry the big logs to the machine and all the little fireplace-size pieces away and stack them."

Peter shrugged, "That sounds like fun."

Tristen stood up and struck a classic pose wearing his ring and collar. "These are neat I really like them. Thank you Jon," he slapped his forehead, "I mean Master."

Jon grinned, "That's okay Tristen, you're brand new. Your penalty will be to just do what you'd planned to do anyway, put on a show for us with these two. Fill them up first starting with Pete and then let them fill you and then after you're all nice and clean again get the boats out and we'll play in the lake. Just don't make any evening plans because it's our turn. Is that okay with you?"

"OKAY MASTER!" Peter sang. Then said while on his back and tucking his feet behind his head, "Hurry Tris before she closes again!" and then when Tristen lay prone over him looking helpless, "Help him Kelly! QUICK! Oh shit, shit, shit!" he groaned sadly as white gobs appeared on his chest and severely rippled gut.

Jon bent down laughing, "You came already from just looking up at him?

You are amazing." Kelly was busy attempting to lap up the spots off his lover. "Never mind that Kelly collect it with your hand and lube up Tristen with it and then steer him in there before he looses his load too!"

It was Tristen's turn to moan, "Master PLEASE!" he begged.

Kelly realized that he was being too meticulous when his Peter covered slimy hand reached Tristen's balls and discovered them already drawn up as tightly as they could get for such a heavy pair. He guided and pushed on Tristen's butt until he sank just in time. Peter first thought that he was being douched since Tristen flowed rather than spurted.

Jon grinned sheepishly, "Sorry Tristen, that was thoughtless of me. You can do it again if you want to." He smiled when he saw Tristen begin doing pushups braced up on rigid arms and toes, flexing his pelvis into Peter for five or six minutes, gradually increasing his pace until at the end he was like his own wood splitting machine gone mad on a single log and just ran out of gas on the down-stroke. When Peter saw Tristen's arms quivering from the strain of their union, he had the presence of mind to reach down to protect his extremely vulnerable balls in his contorted position so when the collapse came he was ready when he disappeared under Tristen's body.

Kelly lay down carefully beside where he last saw Peter and tapped Tristen nervously on his shoulder, "Excuse me Tristen, the Master said I was next, and since you gave Pete two loads I demand equal time, and right now if you don't hurry, I'm going to embarrass myself just from watching you two."

Tristen struggled to raise his upper body on his elbows. He looked to see that Kelly's cock was indeed throbbing. He was ready to explode. "Damn, talk about slave drivers, you do realize that this will be my third time..."

"And fourth," Kelly interrupted, "and please hurry!" he begged as Tristen lifted himself free of Peter's body with a loud plop as his still hard cock sprang free to settle down at a handy forty-five degree angle to his gut. Then rather than break his rigid prone posture he walked by side stepping on his hands and toes until he loomed over Kelly, his next victim. "I'll steer," Kelly volunteered, "you just sink."

Tristen allowed his body to bow and Kelly locked his ankles around Tristen's waist to pull him down faster. By then Kelly had so much pressure built up that he spurted upward, it would have hit his face except Tristen's body blocked the trajectory and most of the gobs stuck themselves to his chest. Tristen looked down between their bodies, "Rub it in, spread it around and rub it in all the way down," he watched and felt Kelly's hands kneading his flesh before he slowly lowered his upper body until his weight pressed Kelly. Then he used their sweat and fresh cum as lubricant to slide back and forth and from side to side, all while continuing to thrust his full length in the taller boy's body. When Kelly felt Tristen shiver and freeze and saw his eyes roll up, he placed his feet flat on the terrace and lifted them both trying to get Tristen even deeper while his lips found Tristen's mouth open and invited his tongue to join the big cock in his body.

At that point Jon and Kurt were equally breathless. A look from Jon moved Kurt to his back close to the joined unmoving couple. Jon looked at Peter as he knelt between Kurt's legs, "After I mount, use your big one in me without mercy. I have the feeling that I'm going to need the practice for tonight."

"Me too," Kurt agreed, "I want to wear it the rest of the afternoon if that's alright."

"Of course, right after you finish me." Jon agreed while lifting Kurt's legs.

Inventive Peter grabbed both the big dildo and a smaller one. After Jon mounted Kurt, he pried Jon's legs apart with one knee and Tristen's with the other and sat on their touching thighs. He inserted the big dildo in Jon and the smaller one in Tristen, and then began moving both. Tristen looked back and grinned, "Thanks Pete, that's just what I needed," he said and began thrusting again, matching Jon's thrusts into Kurt until Jon left him behind. He stopped, ignoring Kelly's moaning pleas while Jon and Kurt switched positions and Peter installed the big dildo in Kurt's pussy after getting comfortable on his two thigh perch and he felt the dildo resume its movement.

Tristen shot his fourth and final time after giving Kelly a protracted pounding, long after Kurt was finished with Jon. By then he was gasping, gulping giant breaths into his lungs. He wanted to sleep forever as Kelly held his body tightly using both arms and legs. However Peter was having none of that. He grabbed Tristen's ankles cross-handed and twisted with all his strength until Tristen rolled to his back. Peter fell on him and began punishing his big balls by thrusting blindly until he was forced to reach down and help or risk serious damage. Peter came with the regrettable speed of youth, but kept on thrusting after Tristen whispered in his ear, "That didn't count."

"I heard that," Kelly sang happily with a giggle, already on his back in the space vacated by Kurt and Jon while Jon helped Kurt with the big dildo's harness.

"How's it feel?" Jon asked with concern. After Kurt grinned, took a few experimental steps and stood up straight with a satisfied nod, "If you can walk, let's go get out the boats. If we stay and watch we'll all be dead."

Forty-five minutes passed before they saw Peter, Kelly and Tristen stagger to the beach arm in arm in arm. They beached the Jet Skis in front of the exhausted threesome. "Okay!" Jon shouted with a laugh, "Two guys can use these and the rest can take turns on skis. Who knows how to ski besides Kurt?" Kelly waved a hand. "Okay you guys are our instructors. I have skied but not in a couple of years. First take off your dildos so you don't hurt yourselves when you fall." Peter and Kelly complied with reluctant frowns at first, but then Peter stretched and ran to a Jet Ski.

"I've never been on one of these either. In fact now that I think about it, I've never done much of anything my whole fucking life." Peter told Jon when Jon went to show him how to operate the speedy little boat while the others went to get the ski boat that was tied to the dock.

Jon rubbed Peter's back, "My Son, that is about to change."

Peter looked up at Jon adoringly, "Shit Dad, it already has and the biggest thing to me is just being around you, you know near you. I don't care if I never ever do another new thing as long as you let me hang out with you."

Jon felt his eyes watering and fell forward with a splash to hide his tears of joy. "Sorry about that, I tripped on something."

"Yeah," Peter agreed. His own tears ran unchecked, "me too," he admitted while sitting on his boat wearing a lopsided grin.

The rest of that first day, and the balance of the week flew by with almost constant physical activity, be it splitting wood the old fashion way using an ax and brute force, out on the lake, or having sex which quickly settled down into making love to anyone, anywhere on the large property at anytime anyone of them looked at another with nothing more than a suggestive raised eyebrow and smile. There were even occasions when they all gathered in the great room in front of a small fire and simply talked.

One of those times Tristen admitted that he'd called his mother and she knew that he was safe and where he was living and after, she called him when her husband was at work. She told Tristen that a friend had called her to tell her of the unrelenting rumors her new husband had been spreading before Tristen ran away and she realized that she'd made a grave mistake and was about to correct it by packing his bags and kicking him out even though she still loved him and he obviously loved her so much he was unwilling to share her with her only son.

Tristen wanted his mother to be happy and fulfilled, so he told her to be happy, that he loved living in Mr. Peterson's home and loved Mr. Peterson as a replacement father. On asking, Jon discovered that the stepfather managed the local Discount Shoe store. He grinned evilly, and suggested a shopping trip to that store on the manager's day off.

Jon parked his truck so that Tristen could see the interior fairly well while he sat in the back seat slouched down to look out the windshield. Like most so-called deep discount stores, this one was understaffed; there was one cashier, a pretty girl who was already harried by women shoppers demanding service, searching for the same style but different size or color. The three boys and Jon had the men's racks to themselves and they took full advantage of the opportunity. They worked methodically as a team and when they were finished, the bulk of the inventory was mismatched and those pairs shifted so that smaller sizes were placed in larger size sections and large sizes moved to small size sections randomly. Boxed athletic shoes were even more fun because the changes were hidden and the majority being white, a size ten in the same box with a twelve couldn't be noticed unless a shopper tried on both shoes at the risk of pinched toes.

Jon even bought a pair of miss-matched cross trainers and planned on returning them the next day as an irate customer. The three boys jammed themselves in the back seat with Tristen to howl their laughter on the success of the prank. Jon looked in the rear view mirror as he drove away and was amused at seeing them helping each other strip their shorts and shirts without being told.

"Hold it guys, we need to stop for groceries," Jon advised, "believe it or not we're just about out of everything and I was thinking that we should have a real holiday feast, only we'll have it tomorrow since rain is forecast for Labor Day." He laughed at them watching the reverse scramble to dress again until he saw that Tristen wasn't laughing. After he parked and climbed from the truck, he held the boy back, "What's wrong Tristen?"

"Oh, nothing," Tristen hedged at first until he saw Jon's eyebrow shoot up. The honesty rule kicked in, "Well it's just that I'll miss everyone. This week was so great, and I don't mean about the sex, of course that was great too, I mean I'll miss the guys as good friends, and you as the stepfather I wish I had, if I had to have one. And then there's school, I'm not looking forward to that either. By now the rumors about me are all over town and everyone's going to be looking at me and whispering, `Is he or isn't he.'"

Jon squeezed Tristen's shoulder, "We'll be up here every weekend to mess up your nice clean house, and the last time I looked, weekends are only five days apart. About school, I wouldn't be surprised if there aren't just a very few guys there who will look at you and wish the rumor was absolutely true and hoping that you'll give them one of your patented lopsided smiles to confirm it. What you do from there is up to you. Whatever, I guarantee you you'll find someone who wants to be your friend. When you do, take advantage of it. Invite them out to the house to study, drive him if you have to, you've got wheels now." Jon snapped his fingers; "Have a sleep over, a real pajama party."

Tristen grinned, "You know I don't own pajamas."

"Exactly!" Jon laughed, "Now you're getting the game plan."

They walked into the store to see Kurt, Kelly and Peter lined up as a convoy, each with a shopping buggy, ready for Jon to take the lead. He was about to tell Tristen to do the actual shopping since the trip was mostly to stock the empty pantry and nearly vacant freezer but just inside the automatic doors, Tristen's legs stopped working. Jon looked where Tristen looked, smiled and turned away to lead the others off to the isles.

A bagboy had stopped what he was doing and was staring at Tristen with a smile of recognition, definitely not one of distaste. Tristen blinked when he found his legs working to propel his body to the boy. The boy was first to speak, "Hey Tristen, long time no see." They shook hands in typical intricate teen fashion that Jon was still trying to master because of infinite variations.

"Hi Brian, it has been a while, I guess since school closed. I moved out. I've been working for Jon Peterson and living there too. I couldn't take my stepfather's bullshit any longer."

"Yeah I heard, I know how that is, my real father's no prize," Brian giggled, "but old dogs can learn if you work at training them. I think my dad should be just about perfect by the time I graduate from college." The groceries he was bagging began to log jam back to the cashier who paused to frown at him. He resumed working faster by feel since his eyes remained fixed on Tristen even though they roamed his body, his powerful arms and legs so deeply tanned and his torso, barely concealed in cutoff shorts and equally tight tank top shirt. He already knew what Tristen looked like naked from time spent in the wrestling team's locker room since they were freshmen. He wondered what Tristen would say if he found out that he was responsible for infinite erections or a thousand ejaculations. "Please God let the rumors be true and make him just like me enough to, well do whatever so we can get together," he prayed silently. He realized that Tristen asked him something, "What? What did you ask? I'm sorry, I get stupid when I get flustered."

"I asked if you were working tomorrow, we're having a big end of the summer cookout. I, I was wondering, well, if you aren't, if you'd like to come out to the lake for the day. Jon is here and he brought three guys our age with him. We'll have a blast. I, I could pick you up unless you have wheels." Tristen's nerve deserted him during the split second it took Brian to accept.

"Sure, I'd love to. Do you mind picking me up though? I'm working here to save up for wheels. Sorry about that."

They shook hands again, that time the grips were firmer and skin pressed skin just a bit longer. Just before Tristen left to find Jon and the others he leaned down to whisper, "If you're still wondering, the rumor is true." He released his breath after Brian blushed and nodded with a shy smile.

"I was hoping that."

Tristen couldn't quite erase his smile as he drove Jon's old army jeep along the country roads to collect Brian at nine in the morning. The boys ganged up on him after their early breakfast. They helped him get clean and scrubbed his body in the shower after Kurt made sure his body was as hairless as theirs. Kelly offered him the only article of clothing they allowed, brief white running shorts whose sides overlapped at the waistband instead of being stitched so that when he sat down the panels separated to display his lack of tan lines. They allowed him to carry a shirt until he got outside the kitchen door. Then Peter snatched it back and ran for the house.

The previous evening Tristen made love or received their love with a new passion and admitted that he couldn't help substituting Brian's body and face for one of theirs when Peter asked where his mind was but added hastily that he appreciated the difference and demanded that it continue in round two.

Tristen parked in front of Brian's two minutes early and walked halfway to the house before seeing that Brian was already walking toward him and staring at his borrowed shorts, "Hey dude, cool shorts. Where'd you get those?"

Tristen blushed, "They're Kelly's, he lent them to me."

"Kelly? Is he the tall guy? I know you introduced me to everyone when you checked out but I'm terrible remembering names."

"Yup he's tall," Tristen laughed, "actually they ganged up on me this morning, insisted that I where these, and even snatched my shirt away before I could put it on. I'm sorry, they were kind of match making." He looked down at Brian's baggy surfer boy shorts that reached to his knees. Only the leg material wasn't hidden by an over large tee shirt.

"Is it working?" Brian whispered.

"Is what working?" Tristen turned red when he realized the importance of Brian's question. "Oh that, yup so far. Say, when did you get so conservative?" he challenged to cover his reaction, "You used to be the first to strip and the last to dress in the locker room."

Brian pulled off his tee shirt, "Is that better? I wore these because the others are strangers and I didn't know what to expect," he said hiking up the loose shorts before he grinned and pulled the waistband away from his tight six- pack gut. Tristen looked down to see Brian was also wearing a racing speed suit underneath. "I mostly wear this as a jock," he grinned as Tristen whistled his appreciation. "You dare me?" he asked with his hands ready to push the surfer suit down.

"Shit yeah," Tristen enthused. He whistled again and stepped back to admire Brian's body and the sexy little suit. "Hey man you look heavier, are you still at one-twenty or do you plan to move up? The coach will shit bricks if you are. He's counting on you to take the state finals this year you know, and so is the team. Last years' second place just didn't cut it. I only wish I was as good as you."

Brian climbed into the Jeep while he laughed, "I'm at about one-twenty-five right now, but I'll get back down by the first meet. This cookout will be my last real food for the duration and I'm pigging out so I'm glad you bought lots of it yesterday."

"So when did you know?" Tristen asked hesitantly as they drove slowly along the country roads toward the lake because it was only nine o'clock, Sunday morning and a good time to talk.

Brian smiled up at Tristen, "I think since the first time I saw you naked way back when we were freshmen. I always liked looking at guys ever since I could remember but it didn't dawn on me why until I saw you that first time. You were never a ninety-eight pound weakling like me. I wanted a body just like yours and I worked my ass off to get there so maybe you'd notice me when we wrestled in your weight class, but then I realized I was never going to grow as tall as you so I decided on the next best thing; to be a champ in my own class," he waved his hand down his amazing smaller body compared to Tristen's, "and here I'm am," he concluded with a nervous giggle.

"Yeah, here you are," Tristen agreed with a sigh. He shook himself; it was time to explain his relationship with Jon and the guys. Brian remained silent but did get the nerve to move his hand to gently rub Tristen's bicep with the back of his fingers. When Tristen leaned his body closer, he became more aggressive until he massaged the wide shoulder and corded neck. "Anyway, that's the way things are," he concluded, "we're kind of Jon's slaves, although not so much anymore, I think he's kind of bored with it and we've gotten so we kind of anticipate or just imagine what he'd order us to do if he was into his master roll more. He and the three guys are paired pretty much; he and Kurt, and Peter with Kelly, but it's hard to tell when we get in bed. I've been the fifth wheel since the beginning, which is the reason for their match making." He slowed the Jeep further to dig into the little pocket inside his waistband and then snapped his golden leash on his nipple ring before offering the looped end to Brian to hold.

Brian looked at the leash, up at Tristen's expectant face and all around them before he pointed at a narrow track that led off into the woods. He tugged very gently, "Pull in there," he ordered and lifted his butt from the seat far enough to slip his bathing suit off and kick it free of his feet. "I've dreamed of tasting you forever, and I'm dying to see how big you are when you're hard."

Tristen turned the wheel in the direction of the tug that soon found them around a bend and out of sight from the road. Brian climbed down by jumping a shallow ditch still holding the leash loosely; Tristen followed him quickly by stepping over the floorboard stick shift while he attempted to push his shorts off and keep slack in his chain and tension off his ring. He tripped and fell hard but landed on his side softly in leaf-covered mud so that his body made a six-inch impression in the bottom of the silt filled ditch. He lay there laughing while looking up past Brian's erection to his look of horror, which quickly turned to relieved laughter. Tristen locked his arms around Brian's calves and pulled until Brian fell backward with a loud wet splat. Tristen stood quickly and finished shedding his mud covered shorts. Both boys were laughing hysterically by then until Tristen knelt at Brian's head to lean forward over the smaller boy. His knees sank, and his hands disappeared to his wrists. He took Brian in his mouth as Brian filled his own with half of Tristen, stopped when Tristen resisted Brian's efforts to pull him in further until Brian groped for the forgotten dangling leash still attached to his nipple ring. Tristen sank further obediently after Brian found it until Brian stopped him with a push on his gut as a signal to reverse course.

Brian arched his body repeatedly, frantically thrusting his cock up into Tristen's mouth, ignoring the sucking sounds each time he broke the mud's hold on his back. By then Tristen recognized the signs of an imminent explosion and he was just as ready. He pulled away and lifted his hips at the same time so that both mouths filled simultaneously while Brian held his body severely arched long enough for the depression he made in the mud to fill with water.

"Was I any good?" Brian asked while they held hands as Tristen led Brian through the trees down slope to the lake so they could wash. Both were thoroughly covered with mud after an impromptu wrestling bout to celebrate the success of their first union where Tristen allowed himself to be pinned.

"Any good? Man you were great my little Irishman. How was I for you?"

"Yeah, you were great too." Brian looked wistful, "Although a mud puddle wasn't quite where I imagined it would happen, still it finally happened," he giggled and dropped Tristen's hand in favor of surrounding his waist, while Tristen collected Brian's shoulders with his arm and pulled him in tight to his side. He looked up to meet Tristen's eyes and turned shy, "Now I can't wait for you to make a baby in me you big hulk."

"I wish I could. He'd be as beautiful as you," Tristen dreamed.

Brian reached his free hand to Tristen's cock to fondle it lovingly. Tristen grew in his hand until the drying mud cracked and began to slough away, "We've got forever to try don't we?" he asked softly without breaking eye contact.

"Yup, we sure do. You can come home with me every night. We can make love and have dinner, and then make love before we study and then a couple of times afterward before I take you home. And then you can stay over from Friday night and we can go to school together Monday morning right after we make love after breakfast before we have to dress." Tristen mused while Brian sought the chain to pull Tristen down for a passionate kiss, their first, as they reached the lakeshore. "I know you want it now, but it will be much better if we wait until we get home."

"Yeah, you're right I guess," Brian admitted, "so let's get cleaned up and hurry." He looked along the shoreline in both directions, "How far away are we?"

"The house is around that point, not far from here, about a mile on the road."

Brian turned pixy, "I dare you to drive there naked."

"Is that an order Master?" Tristen asked playfully as he pulled Brian against his body and sank with him while they kissed.

Later on the road, during the short distance to the gate, Brian alternated from ordering Tristen to slow down until his erection deflated, and speeding up so they wouldn't be caught on a public road while sporting those same very hard cocks. Brian unlocked and held the gate open waiting for Tristen to drive through so he could close it again. Tristen stopped the Jeep in the middle of the opening and grinned while staring at Brian's body.

"WHAT?" Brian demanded, "Hurry the fuck up, I think I hear a car."

Tristen giggled, "You know I could sit here for hours just looking at you."

Brian blushed, "Well if you do you'll get me off with your eyes and that would be a waste wouldn't it?"

"Good point," Tristen agreed with a leer and moved forward just enough so Brian could close the gate and snap the lock before running for his seat and sitting down as a car passed them.

"PRICK!" Brian accused with a grin. "I'm your master now or I will be when Jon isn't around and your wife from now on even when he is so you better start listening to me OR ELSE!"

"For your information MASTER, in case you haven't noticed, I'm a big prick, and what kind of or else? Are you planning to fuck me although you've been talking like a bottom all morning."

Brian looked away, "I guess I'm a realist, I never imagined pinning you. You were always on top looking down. Maybe in a few weeks after our honeymoon, meanwhile just consider yourself pussy whipped and humor me."

Tristen knew the gang would be on the beach by then and drove across the newly mowed lawn. Jon and the boys looked up from gassing a barely floating ski boat. Peter abandoned his job of holding the boat steady and ran toward the Jeep, "They're here!" he sang needlessly. He went wide-eyed when he saw that they were both naked and still erect. He tapped his wrist where a watch would be if he wore one, "You guys are late and wet. Just where have you been and what have you been doing? Damn, I wanted to watch. Oh well, you'll just have to start over again."

Jon walked up behind Peter to place a hand on his neck, "Cool it Pete, unless you JUST want to watch the whole day," he warned.

Peter shrugged free of Jon's gentle hold and ran back to the boat, "You think I can't take a hint? I can so take a hint, I think I'll just help Kel and Kurt finish gassing up," he called but kept his eyes on Tristen and Brian while they talked with Jon.

Tristen placed his arm over Brian's shoulders as Brian claimed his dangling leash. Both saw Jon admiring their look-alike bodies in two sizes, "Sorry about these," Tristen waved down toward their erections, "they don't seem to want to go away," he explained with a grin.

Jon shrugged, "You make an impressive couple," he observed. "If you want to, go anywhere you want to work on those problems and we'll keep Pete busy on the lake."

"Thanks Jon," Tristen sighed. He wanted to bring Brian's first-time fantasy to reality and that probably didn't include an audience. "I guess we'll be in the house until you see us again." He turned Brian in that direction.

Brian balked after a moment to consider. He tugged Tristen to a halt after seeing a large area of sand carpeted with a comforter and surrounded by beach towels, "Wait, we'll get to watch you guys too won't we, I mean if we do it out here?" He blushed, "I mean, that is, kind of if you wanted to do it while we watched, you know out here in the sun. That would be cool, or not," he finished lamely, hoping he hadn't offended Jon by suggesting too much.

Jon and Tristen both laughed. Jon shook his head; "I don't think any of us were ever able to JUST watch, which is why I only threatened Peter with that. Nope, wherever and whatever, but I'll see to it that no one will bother you until you want to be bothered," he laughed harder after glancing back at Kelly and Peter staring at them from ankle deep water, "but then look out, Tristen can tell you, those two are still jackrabbits since they've only been at it for a week."

Tristen hugged Brian tightly to his side and giggled, "Jon forgot to mention that I'm kind of a jackrabbit too." Brian nodded and started to move toward the designated area. Tristen grabbed his chain, "No wait, we still need to visit the house." He whispered an explanation.

Brian blushed as his previously deflating erection grew to full mast to match Tristen's, "REALLY?" he squeaked with an excited grin.

"Yup really. We laughingly call it gay birth control, if we call it anything other than eating pussy. HEY!" Tristen yelped as he rushed to keep up with his bride to be who still held his leash while Brian ran for the house.

Brian stopped at the door, "One thing though, the last time you fuck me every time we get together, you won't eat me. I want to take that load home to remember you by. Man it will be so sexy to be walking around school and wrestling with another guy with your load in me. Come on slow poke."

Tristen had to grab and hold Brian's wrist so they could race up the staircase together. "Hey lover, just remember what my leash is attached to," he reminded Brian in the bathroom.

Brian was mortified. He dropped the leash, "Oh man I'm so sorry. Did I hurt you? I forgot again, and I'm so hot to trot right now I'm dangerous. Right after school on Tuesday I'll get a ring too and a leash so we can hold each other. You can bet that I won't forget from then on. Are those chains you guys wear around your necks expensive? They look expensive but I'd like to get one of those too if I have to dip into my wheels fund."

"I think Jon will supply everything if you're willing to join the family," Tristen suggested timidly. "You know what that means. Of course no one is forced to do anything, you can always refuse, but so far no one has, we're all too horny. One thing though, if I catch you fucking one of the others, even Jon your first time instead of me, I promise I'll hurt you both. I mean that. I'm sorry but I guess I'm going to be a jealous husband."

Brian wrapped his arms around Tristen's neck to pull his head down to kiss him with years of pent up passion. When they finally separated Tristen saw tears in Brian's eyes. "Does jealous mean you love me as much as I love you, you big hulk?" he whispered into Tristen's mouth.

Tristen smiled and pecked Brian's cute little freckled ski jump nose, "I guess it does and maybe always has," he reflected, "I know you were always my favorite body to look at in the locker room." He giggled with a revelation, "Now I understand why you were always around me and my locker even though yours is across the room! You were putting the make on me all that time you devious little Irish pixy you!" he accused.

"DUH!" Brian agreed with a giggle, "You know for being the smartest fucking jock on the squad, you are sure the densest too." He backed away from Tristen's hands to become all business. "Okay I promise if you really want me so badly, but whenever I thought about it I always pictured me like a tabby cat fucking a lion. Now get busy and clean me up before I hurt YOU! Oh," he added running his fingers down Tristen's hair free gut to just short of his cock, "I want to be shaved too. Man wait until the guys see us. I bet we start a whole new fashion trend."

Tristen turned serious, "Actually what will really happen is that the guys will realize that the rumors about me are true and you'll be dragged out of your closet to join me. Are you ready for that?"

Brian paused briefly to consider the consequences before he grinned, "I guess you're right, so we'll just have to be sure we work harder than them so we BOTH end up as state champs this year. Is there somewhere we can practice in this huge dump?"

"Yeah, we can move some furniture around in the great room. You're right, we'll hold another practice after we get home every night and since you've got more moves than a midget octopus you can be my coach."

Brian became nervous and forgot about looking down at his shaved body when he saw the two couples kneeling on the comforter, facing each other with their knees three feet apart. All of them looked at them expectantly as Jon patted the space in front of their knees. "Don't worry Bri, they'll be right down there with us a minute after we start. We all like to fuck while we watch each other and then after, argue over who eats whose cum. Just make believe they aren't there for now," Tristen reassured Brian.

Brian nodded after he was on his back with his legs spread and Tristen knelt between them to gaze at his wrestling buddy and friend turned suddenly into an eager unquenchable lover. Peter and Kurt, facing each other each took an ankle, lifted his legs and handed them off to Jon and Kelly who knelt near his head. They pinned him by touching his toes to the comforter above his head and held him there while Tristen leaned forward to shadow his doubled over body. Peter beat Kurt out to guide Tristen's drooling erection. Total penetration took longer than anyone expected because Brian was unbelievably tight, even while consciously trying to relax, but when Tristen finally allowed Brian to feel his weight the smaller athlete's bright delighted smile was a thing to behold.

"Let my legs go now guys, I'm not going anywhere and neither is my new husband until he's too tired to walk." When his legs were free he used his heels to massage Tristen's back at first, before targeting his ass cheeks to encourage faster thrusts. When that didn't happen he complained, "What's the problem you big hulk?"

Tristen leaned down to kiss the complainer before he answered with effort, "Making love to you is like fucking a black hole, that's the problem."

Brian took exception to the comparison, "DUH, I may be a black Irishman but I'm a white one."

"DUH yourself you dumb pixy jock, I meant black hole as in space, something that sucks in everything like into a vacuum, all matter and even light and never lets go."

Brian let out a small giggle, "Oh. I knew that, I was just testing you." He turned his head when he felt a hand moving over his body from his neck down to his busy grasping pussy.

The hand belonged to Peter, who by then was on his back being enthusiastically loved by Kelly. Peter grinned, "Welcome to the family. Can I be next? I think I'd like one that tight before the big lummox screwing you gets you all stretched out."

Kelly snickered, "I don't think they stretch much, you're still awful tight and you've been so busy on your back all week I have to make an appointment just to see what you look like."

Peter's giggling; kissing disclaimers were interrupted by Kurt and Jon's laughter and unified agreement with Kelly. Brian looked to them and was surprised to see Kurt mounted on Jon since Jon was the master of them all and he couldn't think of the man as anything but a top and exercising his position of superiority with anyone he chose.

"You can close your mouth now Brian," Jon said. "As you can see, I like getting it just like you."

"Oh wow," Brian mumbled as Tristen began to hold his attention with faster always deep thrusts, "you're our master, I just never thought," his voice drifted away when Tristen stopped on a down stroke and his body began to vibrate as his eyes rolled back in his head. Brian planted his feet and lifted them both with the back of his head in an extraordinary three point arch using rock like neck muscles to keep his shoulders clear of an imaginary wrestling mat.

Jon and the others watching simply stopped what they were doing to see how long Brian could hold the position. Peter and Jon exchanged glances under the amazing little athlete's shoulders. Suddenly Tristen yielded by withdrawing with a loud sucking sound to sit on his heels before quickly pulling on Brian's ankles to collapse the arch. Brian reacted in a lightening fast move that found him on Tristen's chest and looking down into his big lover's unsurprised eyes.

"Why'd you do that? I could have held you off lots longer," Brian questioned in a little boy-hurt voice.

Tristen pulled Brian's head down to kiss him. "I know that but I didn't want you to strain a neck muscle before the season even begins," he explained with a loving smile, "and I was almost positive that you'd reverse the take-down, and here you are, I'm pinned." Tristen lifted his legs, "Now, since you're up there," he reached to guide Brian's cock. Brian lifted his hips, cooperating fully, and obediently sank when Tristen pulled.

Brian instinctively began thrusting slowly, while watching Tristen's growing smile. He grinned and shifted to overdrive ignoring all the gears in between. Kelly and Kurt matched his pace, but tied for second place when they came while Brian already held Tristen's legs straight and spread as far apart as he could get them while his own body was once again bowed so that the only other point of contact was his imbedded recently virgin cock.

The daylong orgy never really ended but was put on hold for swimming, Jet Ski and water skiing breaks and of course a lunch break. After a feast of quarter pound hotdogs, burgers and Italian sausage with several salads was finished everyone naturally gravitated back to the passion pit for a sun break. They stretched out on backs or belly's to talk quietly or simply doze. Brian lay on his back intent on erasing his tan lines while Tristen lay beside him on his side with his head propped up on his hand to stare in awe at his magnificent little lover, wife and on occasion, husband.

Jon whispered to Kurt and nodded toward Brian. Kurt ran to the house and quickly returned holding the small sack of gold chain, other supplies and pliers in one hand and the newly sterilized needle in the other. Tristen shook Brian to wake him, "Hey Bri, do you want your chain and nipple ring now?"

Brian started to sit up, "Yeah! I thought you forgot."

Tristen pushed him back, "Just lay there, Kurt's our resident installer. He'll have you fixed up in no time."

As soon as Kurt finished Brian ran to the house to admire his new look in a mirror. Tristen watched him while fingering his collar. "You know Jon, it just occurred to me that we'll have to get catches put in these because we'll need to take them off for practice and matches."

Jon nodded, "I thought about you when we were in town. I stopped in the jeweler's and bought enough for everyone plus I was hoping you'd find a partner to keep you company during the week, which is why we had an extra nipple ring." He grinned, "You see it wasn't really extra."

Kurt quickly clamped a catch on Tristen's collar and another on Brian's when he returned before looking around at the others, "Anyone else while I'm at it?" he asked before adding, "I'm going out for swimming but I'll wear mine."

Kelly was into baseball and opted to keep his on as well but he pointed to sleeping Peter and patted his belly affectionately, "My puppy plans to go out for the swim team this year, but he can decide when he gets done with this nap."

During their week together, Peter gained the nickname Puppy because while he was frequently the instigator of their assorted physical activities, he just as frequently could yawn once, find somewhere close by the group to lay down and take a nap without being disturbed by any amount of noise the others made, just like a typical growing puppy.

Kurt saw movement on the deck and nudged Jon with a grin, "It's been a week and Blue is over there sniffing the air. If anyone thinks my dog is dumb, they better think again. Watch him."

Blue started walking toward them with his tail wagging slowly. As he got closer his nose fixed on Peter and Kelly. No one noticed Kelly blush and roll to his belly with his eyes fixed on Blue. Late one night Peter got pushed off the crowded bed and Kelly joined him on the carpet to sleep when he discovered that Peter already was. Kelly lay on his back and after arranging Peter at his side with Peter's head on his chest, he was half asleep when he felt Blue licking his cock, he assumed because of Peter's strong residual scent. He couldn't help responding and after Blue licked him clean and he listened to the slow breathing from the bed, he left Peter by himself, got to his knees, bent down low and allowed Blue to claim his reward. After Blue separated from his pussy, Kelly woke Peter by lifting his legs and mounting him. While he pounded Peter with unusual energy he confessed what he'd done in whispers. As soon as Kelly came, Peter flipped him to his back, reciprocated and then held his legs back and applied his lips to suck pussy until he had a mouthful, which he shared with Kelly.

"Now we're both his bitches." Peter mumbled already returning to the sleeping puppy mode but using Kelly as a heated mattress.

Tristen and Brian were talking quietly between kisses when Tristen saw Blue sniffing Kelly's crotch first before moving to Peter's half hard cock.

He rolled Brian to face the action and quickly spooned behind him. "Watch this, I heard about this, this is hot."

Brian looked at the dog and then back at Tristen. He lifted his leg in invitation, "This will be a cool position just before we go to sleep, or you do, I might be wide awake feeling you sleeping in me until I calm down after a few years," Brian giggled. "I hope we wake up in the morning in the same way; it will save a lot of time," he grinned.

"Shut up and watch," Tristen admonished, "Jon told me that Peter is Blue's boy bitch. Kurt's old master trained him using Kurt and Kurt said Blue has been used to getting it once a week," he explained while he took advantage of Brian's eagerness. His entry was easier but Brian remained incredibly tight and then as soon as Tristen was fully seated, Brian allowed his leg to fall, clamping down on Tristen further, locking his cock in place.

Tristen came in Brian twice while they watched the bizarre scene unfold and progress until it culminated when Blue was able to pull free to wander away as a happy contented dog. Peter looked over at the others when his senses returned hoping that Jon and Kurt would join him, but saw that their only concession to watching the act was that Jon was imitating Blue on Kurt, while Brian and Tristen, still spooned together, appeared to be taking a nap.

Kelly nudged Peter to his feet and partially supported him as they walked along the shore to disappear around the point after a low whistle from Kelly brought Blue back out of the house to join them. "What was that all about?" Kurt grunted after watching his dog trying to sniff Kelly as they walked.

"I heard some strange noises close by early the other morning. I managed to sit up to look around. Let's just say that I think Kelly is as addicted to Blue as Peter is, but I don't think he wants an audience."

Peter had been fascinated with the contents of two Styrofoam coolers since he carried one from the grocery store to the truck the previous day. Jon had the foresight to order live Maine lobsters for them to enjoy for supper their last full day at the lake. Peter had only seen them in tanks of water, ogled the price per pound and walked away wondering who could afford them and what they tasted like.

Rumbling stomachs drove Peter and Kelly along with a very tired dog back to the house. They found their four mates in the kitchen where Jon presided and Tristen assisted in the final preparation of the strange looking creatures while Kurt and Brian watched from seats at the table. A giant pot sat abandoned on the stove, the eight two pound lobsters had been steamed and were lined up on the counter on towels to cool while Jon prepared crabmeat stuffing to be packed in their scooped out body cavities.

Peter was the only one who had never tasted them and looked askance when Jon first announced that they were to enjoy a real surf and turf dinner. "Are you really feeding us those things stuffed with grass?" he asked from innocence.

Everyone managed to hold back their laughter while Jon explained that the turf part was represented by steak. Peter brightened, thinking that if he didn't like the surf as lobster he certainly wouldn't go hungry. While Tristen and Brian presided over the small thick rib eye steaks, giant baked potatoes and corn on the cob still in their husks on the grill, Jon broiled the lobster in the kitchen to brown the stuffing and reheat the lobster two at a time. He served dubious Peter first along with a teacup of drawn butter and waited while Kurt instructed Peter in getting at the delicious meat. Earlier, when Jon thought about it, he and Tristen searched the kitchen and found one nutcracker and a set of picks, so Tristen washed a tack hammer and placed a cutting board in the middle of the table for cracking the hard shells.

Peter's smile covered his face after he swallowed his first bite and from that point, Kurt's assistance was no longer required. Peter's policy was simple; whatever was difficult to get at was edible and he ate it. Piles of shell grew on the table around the cutting board turned anvil as all six attacked and devoured. Separate plates of steak, potato and corn were ignored at first until the lobsters were demolished and as soon as Peter finished his and sat looking wistfully at his neat pile of shell that he'd reduced in size to look like pink and white gravel. By the time Jon served him a second lobster, he'd finished his steak by eating half and feeding the rest to Blue under the table.

"Blue needs his protein too," Peter told a frowning Kurt with a red-faced grin.

Jon winked at Tristen and Brian, "I put the last one in the fridge. You might enjoy that one for dinner tomorrow after we leave." This was a concession to the new couples' inventiveness as they licked each other whenever a drop of butter landed on their bodies in lieu of using their napkins.

With two big lobsters and two glasses of wine in his belly, Peter's eyes were half closed when he excused himself from the table in favor of a nearby lounge chair. "Our puppy is done for the night," Kurt observed with a grin, "I guess we'll have to carry him to bed or the mosquitoes will drain him dry by morning."

"Oh no they won't," Kelly retorted with a giggle, "I'll take care of that. We'll sleep out here so you guys aren't crowded in bed, but first we better clean up this mess so we don't have that to look forward to in the morning." Everyone helped and as the sun set the big house settled into relative silence after the master bathroom shower ran until the water was cold and except for occasional moans and monosyllable words from the bedroom and terrace.

Jon, Kurt, Peter and Kelly left for home Monday, Labor Day, in late afternoon after a protracted leave taking on the beach. Tristen and Brian waved them up the driveway with Peter hanging out the open back truck window waving back and screaming, "We'll see you Friday night!" and, "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" His last official act was to moon them with a darkly tanned wiggling butt, which wasn't difficult since the three boys carried their shorts and tee shirts in preference to wearing them until they had to.

They traveled at speed for the first thirty miles after they entered the Interstate and then they inched along in a major holiday traffic jam. Jon suddenly signaled a turn and exited. "Since we aren't getting anywhere in this mess, we may as well stop at this mall, do some shopping and then have dinner," he announced. "You guys better get dressed because I always use the valet parking when I stop here and it's so upscale I think they even have a doggie motel for pets," he added when Kurt looked concerned after glancing at Blue.

"What are we going shopping for Dad?" Peter asked with excitement in his voice.

Jon shrugged, "I might find some clothes I like."

Once inside, Jon pulled Kurt back as Peter and Kelly surged ahead in the holiday sale throng. "I want to get Pete a whole new wardrobe for school, but so he doesn't feel like a charity case, I'm buying you and Kelly a lot too. Clue Kelly in about not arguing with me when you get a chance."

Kurt grinned, "Cool, we'll leave the tags on ours and return them some night if you can keep Pete distracted."

Jon looked offended, "You will not. Do you think he wouldn't notice? I know you two don't need more clothes but you will keep them and wear them too so you better pick out stuff you like," he warned. "You two know what's IN, so help him out if he needs it okay?"

"Yes Master," Kurt whispered with a grin.

It was fully dark when they left the mall parking lot. Traffic had thinned noticeably and the back of the truck was literally half full of paper and plastic sacks of clothing. Peter appointed himself the guard by looking through the back window to insure that nothing blew out while he volunteered to pay Jon back for everything, but only once.

Jon glared at Peter in the rearview mirror, "You will not, not as long as you want to stay in this family, and that goes for you guys too," he growled with glances at Kelly and Kurt. "You may consider that a direct order." The boys thanked Jon repeatedly and humbly always adding Master. Jon nodded with satisfaction.

After they parked and carried everything upstairs to Jon's apartment, Peter kissed Jon as a lover after looking around, "Boy Dad it's sure good to be home and thanks again for all the clothes, I'm going to be the coolest guy in my class." Before Jon could respond, Peter frowned, "Is it okay if I run over to my father's to see if he's been there? I won't be long."

Kelly and Kurt went with Peter although he didn't want them to because he didn't want Kelly to see how he lived, and Kurt never got further than the front door for the same reason. They found his apartment sparsely furnished, but surprisingly neat and relatively clean considering that a teenage boy lived there by himself. Peter was distracted, still wondering why there was no mail in the mail box, and then found that the small accumulation he had on the kitchen counter was gone as well, replaced with a single envelope with his name on it. A note was folded around some money, a lot of money, one thousand dollars in small bills.

Tears formed in Peter's eyes as Kelly and Kurt watched him read after counting the money.

"Peter ^

I am glad that you can take care of yourself now. I am getting married and moving to a new job. Here is something to help you out.

Peter handed the piece of paper to Kurt and fell into Kelly's arms, "The rotten motherfucker didn't even sign it," he sobbed. "No Dear Peter,' and no Love Dad.'"

"Good!" Kurt said with finality, "You have Jon now as your official Dad. Is there anything you want to take with you before we blow this joint forever?" he asked.

"Just a picture of my mom," Peter answered before anger entered his eyes, "Check that, I don't even want that. She didn't want me either or she would have taken me with her when she left. Fuck them both!" He grabbed the money and led the way to the door. His steps slowed as he crossed the parking lot, "What if Jon doesn't want me either? I mean really want me as a son, not just as one of his slaves?"

Kurt frowned and grabbed Peter's shoulders to shake him, "For your information you ignorant little fucker, Jon doesn't like playing master all that much. He only tried because I asked him to. After the first afternoon, tell me when he treated any of us like slaves? He treats all of us like we were his sons. I think he kind of loves us in a way, but he really loves you as a son!" He turned Peter toward the staircase. "I'm taking Kelly home and then I'm going back to spend the night at my place. Now you just march straight upstairs and see for yourself if I'm right."

The phone was ringing when Kurt unlocked the door to his apartment. He answered it but didn't get a chance to say hello, "Hi! This is Peter Peterson over at 14B." Peter emphasized his new last name. "Dad and I want to know if you want to come over for the night, we're having a pajama party to celebrate! Isn't that just so cool? My name I mean, or it will be after Dad tracks down the asshole and gets him to sign a legal paper!" He didn't give Kurt the opportunity to decline, "Don't make me come over there and drag you," he started giggling, "like a reluctant bride because now that I have a real dad I'm looking for a mom to keep us company."

Jon wrenched the phone from Peter's hand, "I think I'm old enough to do my own proposing, thank you very much." He was laughing too hard to continue but he'd said enough.

"What, what did you just say?" Kurt stammered before he ran out the door carrying his phone. He and Jon were both trying to talk over each other when Kurt started pounding on the door to 14B. Peter opened the door. Kurt tossed him his phone as he ran by to jump into Jon's arms.

Later in bed, Peter and Kurt used Jon's shoulders as pillows while he talked of their future together. "Tomorrow, I'll call a realtor to line up some homes for us to look at after you guys get home from school. Now what should I tell them we want in our new house?"

"How much can you afford?" Peter asked, "I could get pretty wild," he warned playfully but seriously as well, suddenly not at all sleepy.

Jon smiled, "Use the plural from now on Pete; `How much can we afford?'" he corrected. "The answer to that is quite a lot, we can knock ourselves out, the sky's the limit."

"How come you live in this apartment and not in a house already Dad?"

"Because until very recently this was enough for just me living alone. I didn't need more space or the hassle of taking care of a home. Now those hassles will be fun to share. You'll need your own space and we'll each need ours on occasion."

"You mean like separate bedrooms?" Peter asked already depressed, "If being a family means we can't sleep together anymore, I'd rather just stay here."

"You would use your room to study definitely, or play the music you like as loud as you want." Blue joined them by jumping to his spot at their feet and circling several times before laying down to rest his head on Peter's legs. "You and Kelly might want to be alone once in awhile, things like that."

"Oh, well in that case, I think we should have a great big kitchen since we spent a lot of time there at the lake, and we'll need a great big pot too."

Kurt sat up, already laughing, "Why do we need a big pot?"

"To cook lobsters in silly. Can our new house be really private like at the lake so we can get out in the sun and never have to close the blinds? And maybe a swimming pool so we can do laps? We could use some exercise equipment too somewhere and maybe a big screen TV, they're really cool," Peter mumbled, sighed and hugged Jon tighter before his grip relaxed and he slept.

"Yes to all the above," Jon whispered. He turned to Kurt, "Anything else?"

"Not as long as we both have you and that big lobster pot." Kurt chuckled with Jon before both joined Peter in contented sleep.