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Thirty-Three Arthur

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Arthur was on his knees looking back and forth between our cocks until I gave him directions to lick my balls. I had been hesitant because of his history of being a cannibal but I had Joey at my side and knew that he would watch and defend me if necessary: ie, the boy decided to bite them off. He attacked like he hadn't had cock or balls in way too long. He worked my balls like a pro until I told him that he could go for Joey's balls. I had no doubt in my mind that he was enjoying himself, his dick was drooling on the floor and our balls were soaking wet.

"Okay, suck his dick." He had his lips around Joey's dick head in seconds. My friend was definitely enjoying the boy's mouth. He leaned back and moaned as Arthur swirled his tongue around his dick head and slowly began to take more of the thick dick into his mouth. I reached over and with his long blond pony tail pulled Arthur's mouth off Joey's dick and pressed my cock to his lips. He stuck his tongue out and licked at my cock until I pushed a little and sank into his mouth. Joey was enjoying what he was watching and pinched my Left nipple and teased at my balls with his other hand. I gave his dick a few strokes with my free hand but didn't leave go of Arthur's pony tail.

I only gave Arthur the first few inches of my cock. I slid back out of his hungry mouth before pushing through his lips again. With that beautiful blond pony tail I pulled him off and put his mouth to Joey's dick. Joey pushed in further than he had the first time in Arthur's mouth, holding onto the boy's pony tail I started to work him up and down on the dick in his mouth. A few minutes after that I pulled him back to sucking my cock. It was time to learn how much cock he could take, I pushed my shaft further between his lips. Without pulling him back I pushed, soon there was at least three quarters of my cock in him. It seemed he didn't have a gag reflex and as I continued pushing his throat started to work on the head of my cock. He was the first boy to ever take my whole cock without having to learn how to have it slide down his throat. I think he was the first to ever take me the whole way the first time he tried sucking me.

Joey had gone wide eyed as I pushed my cock all the way into Arthur's mouth and throat. Joey fingered the boy's throat making me jump at the extra feeling. I held Arthur down the whole way for a minute and then I pulled out pushing his face back to Joey's dick. He mimicked what I had done and for five minutes or more we alternated fucking his throat. Neither of us shot a load in his mouth but he was licking up pre-cum like he hadn't had a drink in months. Arthur was grabbing at our cocks when we both pulled away but jumped when given an order.

"Arthur, get on the bed."Joey had let me take the lead and I decided it was time to fuck the boy. Arthur must have been happy to hear that order because in moments he was face down on his knees with his asshole pulsating at us. Everyone has a different looking asshole, Arthur was circular, slightly brown with a touch of hair circling it.

I pushed some lube into the opening. At first just with a single digit but as my finger sank deeper I gave him a second finger.

"Please fuck me, Roger!"I hadn't known whether he was going to be wanting this or not since he now knew how big our cocks were. He had me ready to fuck using his mouth so I didn't hold back in the least after he asked and rammed my cock all the way in to him. He held his position on his knees and I plunged deep without him screaming.

"Yes, please."He wanted the cock in his ass and wanted me to know that I could fuck him as much as I wanted.

I had thought about sharing him the same way Joey and I had shared his mouth but I couldn't resist fucking the tight smooth ass. I started gently enough that I could hear him moaning for more but within minutes I started to pick up speed and under the squishing noise of my cock in his asshole and my balls hitting his taint I no longer heard anything. He did well and began grabbing at my cock with his well experienced hole. I didn't last. I was soon filling him with cum and listened as he murmured how great it felt as the cum splattered his insides.

I gave Joey a kiss and pulled out of Arthur. Joey didn't wait. He jammed his thicker dick all the way into Arthur as the boy yelled that he wanted fucked harder. It was obvious to both of us that Arthur was used to taking cock and enjoyed it as much as either of us. With the break he had between the mouth and asshole Joey lasted longer than I had but he fucked him just as hard and had the boy screaming for more cock. Wanting more than Joey and I had to offer was an extreme request.

With Joey's cum leaking out of Arthur's asshole I plunged into him a second time. I didn't fuck him as hard as the first time. I tried to use more finesse and make him feel every inch of cock in his ass as it pressed against every inch of his insides. Only minutes after starting he was cumming in Joey's hand. I was surprised when Joey offered me his hand to lick, it was fuller than I would have made it had he tried to gather a load of my cum. We went back and forth licking his hand and slurping down the cum that had the slightest hint of hot sauce and a sweet juice.

I flipped the boy onto his back and started to pound his hole mercilessly. After a few minutes Joey knelt beside me. I knew what he was thinking and two strokes later let him ram his dick into Arthur. For the next ten or fifteen minutes we alternated fucking him. I was only half way in him when Arthur unload his balls for the second time, he painted his cheeks and nose with his cum. I pushed the rest of the way home while his asshole grabbed and spasmed around my cock. I gave him a second load of cum and pulled away so Joey could do the same. It didn't take him long fucking through our cum for him to give Arthur another load from his balls.

"If Harry or any of the strangers that stopped at our house fucked like that I would have been the happiest little whore boy ever." None of us had spoken for at least ten minutes when Arthur spoke to his happiness. He also let us know that what he had just done was the most fucking he had ever had in one day.

"Arthur, I'm having trouble deciding how old you really are. If Harry was fucking you when you were in the eighth grade that must have been before the attack, or there wouldn't have been any schools. That was fourteen years ago at least."

"We never went to school. I was telling a lie when I told you that. Harry was the only one to fuck me other than Steve before the attack. Steve preferred Gloria so he only fucked me once."He had turned away as if he was embarrassed to have lied. I thought he might be ashamed that he had let both of his brothers fuck him.

I didn't know what to think. If he had lied about being fucked would he have lied about the cannibalism? Might he be lying about being willing to leave it behind? Even though he had been better than good for a teen fuck I was having second thoughts about taking him with us. I wanted to talk it over with Joey but with the boy beside us there wasn't any way.

"They will need to be weaned from their diet. There first few meals should only have a few ounces of meat. I think maybe after three or four days their stomachs will be adjusted to digesting regular food." Gloria had been vomiting every time she ate, I didn't know whether it was the food we fed her or the pregnancy. The Doctor was fairly certain about what he told me. It made a lot of sense, I remembered how Junior and I had trouble adjusting after being rescued.

Arthur hadn't been having the same problem. I was going to tell the doctor that when Ace asked if that was why Arthur was giving him his meat at every meal. I didn't have a problem if he wanted to go vegetarian but I thought we should get his body adjusted not to be having human meat. It took some arguing with him but by the third day away from their house Arthur was willing to try some of the ham that had been stored close to the medical school and hospital by a company that was know only for their pork products. That the meaat had survived so long was amazing to me but I was told as long as we cut off the exterior few inches the meat was fine.

Arthur became a regular part of our sex life. It meant that neither Joey nor I was getting fucked as much as we would have liked but it was a good change for the first few days. Ace enjoyed sucking his dick but then so did Joey and I. His balls always seemed to be full enough to give any of us a full load. After a week it was time for us to leave Amarillo, Joey and I had become used to having Arthur around and were less wary of him returning to his ways as a cannibal. Jude wasn't too sure of him but wasn't nearly as scared and would allow the boy to be in our company.

Joey had searched around the town with Rod to find a seat that would fit between the two we had installed in the area behind the front seats of the truck. If we were taking Arthur it only made sense that there be a seat for him. Jude could sit in the front for a while but it was too uncomfortable having him on my lap the entire time we were riding. I had spent some time with Arthur walking around Amarillo to find him clothes. If we drove into an area that was reading higher for radiation he could easily wear any of the suits that we had stocked for Joey or I.

"Roger, why do you call Ace your slave?"It had taken him some time to become brave enough to ask me about Ace.

"First of all he wants to be my slave. My husband and I took him as our slave when we were married by the tribe. After Junior died he said he wanted to stay with me as my slave." I wasn't quite sure how much I should say or what I could say that would satisfy his curiosity.

"He doesn't seem to do much that anyone else doesn't."

"No, right now there isn't that much for him to do. Part of his time with me he has been the babysitter, I had six children. Part of the time he was my urinal. Part of the time he was the house cleaner. I think you get the idea."

"He really drinks your piss? Or did you mean you pissed on him?"

"He drinks my piss every morning."

"Is that why you kick me out after he wakes you up?"

"I wasn't sure you were ready to watch him drinking piss or if you saw him doing it that you might just want to try, too." In what he had said about his experience, both truth and lie he had never mentioned drinking piss so I was fairly certainly that he hadn't. It isn't something that everyone does and I didn't know if Ace would be willing to share if Arthur did want to drink mine.

"And he thought me eating human flesh is yucky?" Arthur had made a face when he heard that Ace was drinking piss and he still hadn't relaxed it.

"There is quite a difference, but I can see how you might think that he should have been more accepting." Walking along and talking about piss was making my bladder start to want relieved. All I could think about was how I was going to offer him a drink. With everyone that had drank my piss it had been given to them with a different plan, with Arthur I didn't have a plan and wasn't really sure that giving him a drink wouldn't ignite his desire to eat human flesh again.

I walked another block or two holding it back.

"Did you really think that if I saw Ace drinking your piss that I might want to try drinking it, too?"He sounded like I had insulted him.

"I never know who is going to want to drink piss. I would never have thought Ace would want to drink piss everyday. If for some reason I wake up before Ace and Joey is awake he will drink it." I was more unsure about letting him know that Joey drink piss than Ace but since Ace is a slave I guess that is normal. I had started to look for a wall I could use as a urinal.

"What are you looking for?"

"A place to piss." I looked at him with a smile.

"Do you want to piss in my mouth?" It wasn't said like he was offering it but as if I might be suggesting it. I didn't say anything for a minute. I wasn't sure what to think but I was pulling my cock out of my pants. Would he get down on his knees on his own or would I have to tell him to do it? What would he want a shower or a drink?

"What are you waiting for?" I had seen Joey walking towards us down the street and if the boy didn't get down right then I was going to have Joey show him what to do.

"What do you mean? You want me to drink your piss?" It was redundant but I guess he was having trouble believing that is what I wanted.

"That's the idea. It seems like a good time for you to try it. I have a good load waiting."I had let my pants drop open so he was getting to look at the whole cock he liked.

"No. I don't think I can do it." Joey stepped right in behind him.

"Sure you can." He pressed the boy to the ground by his shoulders and knelt beside him. Seconds later Joey was showing him how to wait, with his mouth open the whole way. I knew the piss I had to take was going to be too hard for the boy to handle. I took hold of my cock and aimed it at Joey's mouth. Arthur watched the stream as it Left my cock and entered Joey's mouth with a startled look on his face. Twenty seconds after the piss started I stopped and aimed my cock at Arthur, he hadn't opened his mouth but that didn't mean anything to me, we had enough clothes picked out for him to change into something dry if he didn't respond to my piss hitting his mouth.

As the stream hit his lips, Arthur opened his them slightly. He didn't seem to know if he wanted to swallow but with his mouth filling he had two choices, spit it out or swallow, I watched him panic and then his face relax. He had seen Joey swallow and followed in his footsteps. He was losing some piss down over his chin and onto his shirt but I knew it took some work to learn how to drink piss being shot at you.

"Put your lips around it and swallow everything." Joey was giving him a hint but I think I would have taken it as an order. Arthur did, too. But he followed the order and with his lips locked around the head of my cock I tried to slow the stream so he could swallow it all without drowning. I wasn't surprised to see Joey standing and pulling his dick out of his pants, Arthur was either going to get more to drink or a shower.

"More to drink, Arthur?" The boy had thought when I stopped that he was going to get to suck my cock. He tried to shake his head with my cock still in his mouth. I pulled back a half step and watched as Joey showered the cocksucking boy from head to crotch. He was splashing my pants but I stood still and allowed Arthur to suck while being showered, he didn't quit. I have to give him that.

"I didn't know you were going to introduce Arthur to drinking piss. Why didn't you let me know, I would have come with the two of you." Joey was whispering in my ear and kissing at my neck.

"I hadn't had a plan. Arthur started asking me why I call Ace my slave and while I was explaining about what Ace does for me, piss drinking came up and then I felt the need to let the piss flow. If you hadn't pushed him to the ground I may not have talked him into drinking my piss today."

"Good thing I joined you, then."Joey forced his cock into Arthur's mouth pushing me out. I hadn't been throat fucking him so it was easy for him to switch cocks.

"What do you think? Will he make a good piss drinker?"

I grabbed his wet pony tail and pulled him off Joey. "Are you enjoying yourself, Arthur? How does a full stomach of piss feel?"

He didn't say anything. Instead Arthur looked up at me and smiled. Then he rubbed his stomach and sucked Joey back into his mouth. With as many people as there are that think drinking piss is disgusting why is it that I haven't found one of them in the last ten years? It was actually since Luis, closer to seventeen years, perhaps if he had enjoyed drinking my piss I would have fought harder to keep him.

"Joey, maybe Arthur will start joining Ace in the morning. Then you can have your own urinal by the bedside."

"How does that sound Arthur? Joey's piss every morning."

I had hold of his pony tail so he couldn't nod or shake his head, I planned on that being the way we trained the boy. Joey had a big grin listening to what I was saying. I knew there had been a bit of jealousy but I didn't realize it was that bad. Maybe it was time to train Arthur to be Joey's slave, I would ask Joey the next time we were alone. It might not be as hard as some of the slaves I had trained as a younger man, Arthur was already used to doing a lot of what his brother had told him. The ease with which Joey had pushed him down to drink piss made me think it would be a possibility.

"Did you and Rod find the seat?" Now that Arthur had made another steep in his sexual progress I was more serious about him going with us.

"We found one that will make it seem like a bench in the back. The problem is that with it installed the other two won't go down."

"So although a bench it will be lumpier than the way the two seats go down?" I was trying to picture what he was saying.

"If we install it that is what I think we'll have, a wavy bench."

"Why don't we just use pillows for whoever is in the center?" Until we got back to the rest of the people we discussed different ways we could make the truck accommodate five people. We had a space in the back, but I didn't really want to make Arthur ride by himself back there, who knew where his thoughts would go. By the time we joined everyone else we had decided that we wouldn't worry about making a bed in the back, just the three seats and we would try to find a place to sleep out of the truck..

We Left the next morning after eating eggs and the first pack of bacon since we Left the village. Driving back to the service station Joey was enthusiastic about how many eggs we would have for the next part of our trip. There were thirty eggs that we found, the chickens may have been sitting on more but none of us were willing to stick our hand under them. Joey had found a small cage while in Amarillo; he and Ace stuffed four chickens in the cage, he knew that we didn't have food for them and would have to kill them in the first few days. He hoped for a few more eggs before he had to do that. It took us a few hours to work our way around Amarillo and free of the city traffic blockage. On the decaying Highway 40 we came across very few vehicles only needing to plow our way past one spot where a police car was between a farm truck and a long distance hauler.

Outside of Santa Rosa New Mexico we came to a truck stop with twenty some men and women that had survived because they were being hauled in the back of a long hauler. They hadn't known what to do when they were stuck in the trailer without moving but fortunately they had managed to pry the door open before they froze. Although it was a horrible story of human trafficking I was glad to see there would be other villages to help repopulate the Earth, this time with Homo Sapiens coming out of North America not Africa.

Joey spoke Spanish and was able to communicate with them

They had found no people in the truck stop when they managed to escape the trailer, some of the group then went into Santa Rosa to find relatives only to find an empty city. There had been forty some trucks parked at the truck stop for over night plus some that were gassing up and others that were parked while their drivers were eating, the group had been surviving on the goods they had managed to salvage from the trailers.

They hadn't been too careful about unloading the trucks that had been carrying food but there had been more than enough for them to survive that long and still there was plenty left but they didn't want anyone to join them inside the truck stop. It could have been fear of running out of food or they preferred to be left on their own. There had been twelve children born while they were stranded there. They had created a village in the building of sorts that supported them, there was enough gas for the kitchen and electricity for the entire place. They did look like they needed clothing but I wasn't about to tell them to go into Santa Rosa and strip clothing from the stores. Why they hadn't taken over the city was confusing to me, after all they needed someplace to live and those houses should have been more comfortable and welcoming.

They hadn't seen any of the wolves other when they went into Santa Rosa. I think Arthur would have like to stay with them but when we said it was time for us to leave he crawled into the truck without a complaint. Jude had been happy to see kids his age but ran to get into the truck. I thought it might be the last time he would have that chance and would have given him more time with them had the parents been friendlier.

"Unless those women are spreading their legs for everyone there have to be some frustrated men at that truck stop."

"Mexican men know how to relieve the pressure. They are sure to be using one of the weaker or younger men."

"Do you really think so?" I had never heard about the concept of Machismo and how Mexican men didn't feel the least diminished by fucking other men.

"Either that or there is one happy gay boy in the group."

"I'm glad its not me. I like to be able to say yes or no to who is going to fuck me." Joey nodded his head.

"Do you really believe there could be someone at Los Alamos that will know more about what is going on than we do?" I think he was trying to get me to talk about the future of our trip as much as getting us from thinking about the last group of people. I answered him without really knowing what I was talking about.

"Joey, I don't know. With all the special experiments they did there I hope that some of the rooms they had were fully metal clad and some of the people survived. We may actually know more than they do, I don't think everyone has seen the upright wolves. There has only been the one ship returning from the moon. There more than likely has only been the two people that were able to get the Nasa satellite to scan the Earth and respond. If they know more than us, we most likely can fill them in on a lot of what has happened." I hoped they could fill in some of what we didn't know, but it was as likely that the only one still alive was the wife I had heard about years earlier.

"Do you really think it is smart of us to be heading towards the place where more atomic experiments may have been taking place? The radiation outside is already ticking up." Joey had the smallest of the gauges we had, held out the window.

"We'll stop when this road meets one of the major highways. If the radiation is still going up we'll pass on going to Los Alamos. I'm not sure I want to be driving this truck up into the mountains anyways." The boys had been quiet since we left the truck stop. I wondered if they were missing other people.

"Thirsty, sir."I hadn't realized that we hadn't restocked with water when we were at the truck stop which had been the reason we had headed that way in the first place. Joey and I had been sharing a liter of water for most of the day, it was all but gone. I hoped we would soon come to either a town or at least a ranch house that might be of some help. Letting Ace and Arthur have some piss might help them last the next few hours while we looked for water but what could I do for my son.

"Dad, when will we get something to drink?" He hadn't made any request of us the whole trip so I thought we should rush to get him something.

"Joey, any suggestions?"

"We put that soda in the back. They might not be cold enough but at least they would satisfy his thirst." That should work even though he wasn't used to sugary drinks. I pulled the truck over to the side of the road and shut it down to help it cool. It hadn't been running hot, but I thought I should give it every chance to cool since it had come a long way since the last oil change. I mentioned to Joey that we should have done that earlier when we were after the eggs. He agreed and then admitted that he didn't know how. I had changed the oil on cars, but I wasn't confident that I could do it on the truck. One more thing to teach myself, how much oil did that engine take?

We all took a soda. I still tried not giving any of the boys more than one load of piss any day, I didn't want to ruin their kidneys or wherever the piss went through. I doubted that a second drink that afternoon would have hurt but I knew I would be better safe than sorry. A second drink during sex was a different matter altogether and they both were aware that they might get filled up by either Joey or I after getting fucked or sucking our cocks. We told each other that the next time we saw bottled water that didn't read too high on the Geiger Counter we would stock up.

We skipped going to Los Alamos. That meant we had already gone further North than we needed to, but driving down Highway Thirty-Five was not too difficult except for where the mountains had slid down and blocked a lane or more. We could see Santa Fe before we started to have trouble with too many cars or trucks blocking the road. I didn't like what we could see in front of us and moved over to the shoulder where I was able to drive without more than an occasional vehicle blocking the way.

"Pull off here." I didn't know what he wanted, but I did as Joey said. We didn't often give each other directions but when we did the other followed them.

He pointed to a business that changed oil. I was able to push the car waiting on the rack out of our way. I wasn't really wanting to crawl under there with the truck still hot so I suggested that we go find some water. Santa Fe is a city built with stone and stucco so I didn't expect we were going to find any survivors.

"If the water is too exposed we can add iodine pills." Joey had been worrying about the idea we didn't have any water to drink. He hadn't enjoyed the can of soda, he didn't even sweeten his coffee so it was too much for him.

"I guess, although I don't want to use them up. Maybe we can find some while we're here." I had no idea where, but it was a city after all.

We must have walked two miles to the main part of the city. Walking that far wasn't what we had planned, but we were enjoying ourselves looking into the shops displaying pottery, baskets and paintings. We were in the Plaza before we found a restaurant that we were able to enter without breaking the door. Joey and Ace found some canned foods in the back and prepared us a mid-day meal. I was happier than I'd been in days, we had electricity and were able to make coffee. The village had run out of coffee grounds and the truck stop wasn't sharing. Joey and I sat outside the front door and enjoyed a couple cups of the coffee talking about our next moves.

Suddenly joey called for Ace and they disappeared. Ten minutes later they returned with two large baskets and two back packs. I was confused for a minute but as I sipped my coffee I hoped Joey was thinking the same as I was. We loaded up the baskets with all the bags of coffee the restaurant had.

"There's a hotel across the Plaza where we might be able to find some more coffee beans." Joey had obviously been missing the coffee as much as me.

I felt ridiculously hedonistic, a cup of coffee and a pack of cigarettes. I could have been living before the Earth was attacked.

"Are you ready to tackle changing oil?"

"I am. It's a shame that the storage room in the hotel was so burned up."

"At least we found forty pounds of coffee in the back of the restaurant. Why haven't we seen any water in bottles?" Joey had been pushing open every store door we came to and looking around for a minute on our way into town.

"I don't know, but they could have outlawed plastic bottles. Santa Fe was inhabited by a lot of Californians they were trying to change some of the eco-unfriendly ways the city had run for decades; that was interfering with tourism. Let's hope we find a grocery store, they should have some kind of water."

"I saw a River on our way here. At least in Texas they carry water."Joey was walking in the middle of the group so he had a basket handle in each hand.

"Do you want to change places?"I raised the basket so he knew what I was referring to, by the question.

"No, I'll be okay for a while."

"The stuff in these stores would be great for decorating a house. When I was still living in Maine I had some Indian related items in my bedroom."

"You never talk about your home in Maine."HE was right, I usually didn't talk about it much unless pressed.

"That's been so long and I'll never be going back so what's the point of talking about it?" I knew I would go into a bad mood if I had to tell him too much.

"It would take our minds off the depressing landscape, the street we had taken back out of town to the truck was more damaged by fires than the one we walked into town. Tell us about your house and friends." Joey wasn't often that way if we were outside but I knew I should pay attention to his needs if I could.

"I lived in a small town that was on the beach. While I was in my teens it had been discovered by some gay guys out of Boston that were looking for a place to vacation summer and winter. During my High School years it went from a town of about three thousand to one of about five thousand in the off-seasons and maybe eight thousand in the summer and ski seasons.

"I was a junior in High School when there was an election that changed almost everything about the town. One of the new residents was elected Mayor and a drive to establish a clothing optional portion of town succeeded at the polls. My parents were both against the idea and tried to keep me from going to that part of town. Within the first year there were some court battles but the judges ruled that people had the right 'to be naked until the Supreme Court ruled otherwise'. The older houses in that part of town started to be raised and new houses erected.

"Remember hearing 'people in glass houses shouldn't throw stones'? Well someone had decided that to fully enjoy the clothing optional facet of the town they would erect houses with the exterior walls facing the streets of glass. They were not large houses but at first they sold for astronomical amounts of money. After about a year everyone that had one of those houses moved out and Left the houses deserted.

"My parents kicked me out of their house soon after I graduated High School. I didn't have anywhere to live while attending college so at first I squatted in one of the glass houses. The town had foreclosed on all of them and not long after I started squatting there they tried selling them. I was working a part-time job that didn't pay that much more than minimum wage so I couldn't afford to buy the house I was in. The Sheriff's department went to the house while I was at work and tossed everything I owned onto the lawn.

"By coincidence I had met a man on the way home that I had sex with a few times earlier. He was looking for a house in the area where I lived. The first few times he had been in my house he had been extremely careful not to be seen from the street but the last time he had been there had done like me and dropped his clothes as soon as he entered the front door. I wouldn't say he was as exhibitionistic as me but he seemed to enjoy having people on the street seeing me fuck him.

"When we saw my stuff on the lawn he wanted to know what was happening. I told him that I had been squatting and didn't own the house. When I told him the price the city was asking for the house he told me to move back in. Two days later he bought that house and the one next door. Until the attack I rented the house from him."

"But what was it like?" Joey had to ask. I would have skipped saying much about the house other than it was made of glass if he hadn't.

"I had two bedrooms, a living room, a small dining room and a kitchen. In the back of the house there was a hot tub and a fenced in yard."

"That doesn't tell us much."

"One bedroom and the living room faced the street with the exterior walls being completely made of glass. Inside the house there was a load bearing wall that went from one end of the house to the other, it was not made of glass That wall blocked off the second bedroom, dining room and kitchen from being seen by passers-by. I don't think the entire house was more than 1200 sq. feet."

"How did you decorate it?"

"You know I'm not that good with colors or materials. I had a friend help pick out most of what could be seen from the street. The living room was extremely modern and the bedroom was rather non-descript with a dark blue bed and dresser. The wall was white. In the glass corner I had a cigar-store Indian that my parents had inherited from a grandparent who owned a dry-goods store in the twentieth century. There was also a bronze statue, I think it was only a replica of a Remington.

"The floor in the bedroom was tile. I had deep red carpet in the living room and dining room." The more I talked about the house the more I remembered.

"Do you miss living there? It sounds interesting."

"I miss the variety of gay encounters that standing in the bedroom allowed me. I don't miss cleaning the outside walls. The builder should have designed a way to wash them without the labor it took."

"The exhibitionism?"

"True. I loved pissing on guys while anyone walking down the street could watch. You would have been surprised at the number of men that would walk on the lawn almost to the point they could touch the windows to watch me showering somebody. It was probably double the number that walked up to watch fucking. Hardly anyone would walk up to watch a blow job." I was thinking about the guys that enjoyed piss so much that after a shower would lick the floor clean. The first time I had ordered a slave-trainee to lick the floor I expected him to resist so I would have a reason to whip him but he bent his head to the tile and licked up the entire puddle.

"Didn't the house have any drapes so you could be private if you wanted?"

"No drapes, but you could darken the windows so no one could see in. I didn't do that unless my partner was afraid of being seen. That wasn't often, the area was not only clothing optional but mostly gay." Most everyone had rather enjoyed showing off for the neighborhood whether they were being fucked or sucking cock.

Back at the store where the truck was parked we found two pairs of clean overalls that barely fit, neither of us was able to close up the front the entire way. Ace and Jude sat in the office reading magazines that were years out of date but from how quiet they were, still interesting. Arthur squatted beside the truck trying to see what I was doing. It didn't take too much to get the filter unscrewed but I didn't have the tank in place and had my legs bathed in filthy oil. A half hour later we had enough oil in the engine and a new filter, we had to find in a different store, in place.

I was glad I had paid attention at my uncle's garage. The oil was beyond filthy so I had to hope we hadn't done the engine any damage. Lifting and lowering the roof we had made for the back of the truck squeezed the bags of coffee into the bed. Joey found a way to squeeze the baskets in and we were off. The parking lot at the River was jammed so I didn't bother trying to find a decent place to park I just stopped the truck in front of the door and stopped it.

Not being a professional mechanic I worried that I might not have gotten the filter tight enough or put enough oil in the truck so parked in the River's parking lot I checked both of those things and added a gallon of antifreeze that was sitting in a stack by the entrance to the store. Joey had found a camper's section in the store and found recyclable bottles of water and brought a cart full out of the store. He also brought us all knit caps to keep warmer. The caps looked strange to me but felt great.

"Did you want to stay here tonight? There seem to be quite a few houses that haven't been damaged by fire. If we find one with chile I'll cook that meal that Jesus always wanted me to make him." The village had originally been stocked with chile, we hadn't taken any with us since there wasn't much Left.

"Is anyone getting in a hurry?" The boys didn't answer other than to shake their heads. We drove up the first street that I thought I could plow free, sitting directly across from the street was what looked to me to be a imitation Santa Fe home. Fake stucco, twice the size of most of the normal houses, orange tile roof, Bougainvillea in front of the doorway, and two Cacti that looked to be dying at the end of the drive.

"We may have to break in, Joey, but it looks perfect to me."

"If we do, we do it."He hadn't been that timid about breaking in doors before so he didn't surprise me.

As we walked through the house it struck us as one that was either meant to be a model home or one that had a superior decorator and good housekeeper. There was nothing out of place until we arrived in the kitchen where we found a glass jar that was supposed to be used for sun tea sitting on a window ledge with the brown remains of the tea on the bottom that someone had Left.

I shocked them all. I walked through the dining room stood in the entry to the hallway and stripped off my clothing. Turning towards the others coming out of the dining room I spoke, "tonight Joey is in charge of everything."

It wasn't often that he and I chose to play roles like that but when we did I knew that he would be having me suck cock most of the evening into the night. It isn't that he wants me to suck his cock more than I do or that he is tired of fucking. I think he enjoys watching me be subservient to others. Before he had time to say anything to anyone Jude stepped up and slapped my cock.

He turned around and said, "Dad, may I play with him?"

I had no idea what my son thought his other Dad would allow him to do to me but I was glad when I heard him say that he could slap me one more time and then had to leave me alone. When he slapped me the first time I was more shocked than hurt but the second time I could see that he was going to hit my cock harder. I grabbed his hand and stopped him, "Jude, how many times have I told you that you are not to touch my cock? It is not what fathers and sons do to each other."

He swung around so he was facing Joey. "Dad, you are in charge not this slave you said I could slap him again. Will you hold his hand so I can?" I hadn't been aware that Jude had watched any time Joey and I did this. Nobody slapped my cock but he had held my arms so that Ace or Pablo had been able to do what they wanted to me.

The look I gave Joey let him know that should he allow Jude to continue that there was not going to be any more fun that night. "Son, we have tried telling you that you don't play with our dicks. I know that Tiffan has taught you not to hit adults. You may not hit your father's cock or balls." He gave me a wink.

I hoped that would be the end of our confrontation but what if either of the others decided that what Jude had started sounded good to them and started slapping my cock. I had slapped both of their faces with my cock and more than once had slapped their butts. Jude had put me in a odd situation, I wasn't used to being the one hit.

"Roger, walk out front." Yes, I'm an exhibitionist but we hadn't seen anyone in all the time we had been there so I wasn't that excited about walking out in front of the house. Joey directed me to a spot that was directly in front of the living room window.

"You enjoyed doing this to other guys when there was the possibility that someone would see you. How do you like it?" Joey had pulled his cock out and was pissing on the top of my head. I tilted my head back so that I could drink some of his piss before it ran down my chest. It wasn't the first time I had drank any of his piss although I didn't do it that often. He was still pissing on my face and in my mouth when I felt a second stream hitting my cock at full force, in seconds it had my cock standing.

I hadn't been watching Joey to see if he was directing the others but when a third stream of piss made me sputter because it went up my noise I saw that Ace was standing in front of me completely undressed. It was the first time that my slave had been directed to piss on me but he understood the rules of the evening and that included him being under Joey's control.

A smaller stream of piss hit my balls. I thought one of the guys had nearly run out until I counted and there were three streams hitting me besides the one hitting my balls. I looked to the side and there stood my son with his two inches in hand aiming his stream of piss at me. Don't ask why, because I will never admit to anything but as his piss hit my balls I shot a load of cum high enough that it smacked my chin. Ace's stream had stopped hitting me and Joey ordered him to clean me up. Joey and then Arthur stopped.

They Left me kneeling in the desert sand with Ace licking me clean. "Don't suck his cock."

I didn't know if that was directed at me or Ace. With neither of us allowed to suck cock it Left Ace a lot of piss to lick up. I didn't know what he was thinking about that, I was determined to ask the next day. Up until that moment he hadn't been ordered to do anything that involved Arthur. Ace was drying my balls when Arthur came back outside, I thought he was there to watch my slave but after a few minutes he walked over and splashed a weak stream of piss on my face. That was the first piss that night that wasn't meant sexually; I could see it in his eyes, Arthur was pissing on me with the intent to degrade.

Maybe ten minutes later my son came back out carrying a bowl that he placed in front of me. "Dad, Dad sent you this for dinner."

"Why was Joey pushing the limits of everything we had ever agreed we would allow during any of these play nights?" Involving our son was out of bounds, yet I found it exciting and was sorry that Ace was not allowed to suck my hard cock. Joey and I had both made the other eat out of a bowl like a dog before but had been careful that no one else had seen what we were doing.

I finished the meal. Joey and I had agreed that should one of us not do what the other ordered them on these nights that the one that had failed would be subject to the other for an the following week. "Look at the living room window."

Everyone other than Joey was sitting there looking at me. Even our son. I had hoped that Joey would send Jude off to bed after he ate but it was still early and that would have caused a fight between them. "Over dinner I asked them what they would like to watch you do. It was unanimous. Everyone of them wanted to watch you eat my ass."

He turned around and bent over. Why I hesitated I don't know. Joey snapped his fingers and pointed at his asshole. I leaned over and spread his cheeks apart. "You know if I do this I'm going to want to fuck you?"

"That may be what you want but you aren't going to. Now eat it." I have often admitted that I am not the best at eating ass. Joey knew that so I was a little surprised that he wanted me to do it in front of everyone. I worked my tongue back and forth before zeroing in on his asshole. As I glanced at the window I saw that the three boys were all up against it trying to get a better look. I knew that Ace and Jude had seen me eating ass before but it was the first time for Arthur.

"What are you waiting for? Get your tongue up inside me."Joey spread open and all of my tongue that I had ever managed to get into him slid in. He grabbed hold with his asshole and pulled at my tongue. I didn't know what I could do but I let him do it and realized that he had more of it than I had ever managed to give him previously. I flicked it back and forth the best I could and heard him react.

"You are going to learn how to lick ass, Roger."He had never really complained about how poorly I licked ass but I knew he was never completely happy.

He had stood up and started walking into the house. "Arthur is next."

The boy came running out of the house. He had bent over and spread his cheeks before I thought about refusing Joey's directions. I had loved fucking his round hole and as soon as my tongue touched it I remembered every feeling he had been able to give me. I dug as deep as I could, swirling my tongue around and flicking it back and forth. Arthur was moaning as loudly as he had while being fucked. It was probably five minutes or so later when I felt him cum on my stomach and legs. I knew there was more to come.

"Sir, I'm sorry. The other sir said I had to do this." Ace was timid about allowing me access to his asshole. I had fucked Ace so many times over the last few years that licking his asshole felt like I was working my way home. It was a shame that I had never allowed myself to do it previously but I had it in my head that I shouldn't do that for a slave. However, as I buried my tongue in him I was happy that I could hear him making moans that he had never made while being fucked. He didn't allow it to happen, long; I could feel him dripping pre-cum when he stood and ran back in the house.

This was going to be the time when Joey either backed up or went too far. It was as far as I was willing to go I looked inside and Jude was no longer at the window. What would I do if Joey sent our son out to me? I would have to quit, even if it meant a week of serving Joey as his slave.

"Walk into the house." I was relieved not to be seeing my son. It took a minute to straighten out my legs since I had been on my knees for more than two hours.

"Jude wasn't happy to be sent to bed. I imagine that he will still be trying to watch us. It doesn't matter, I think he has seen you do everything by now."

"Are you doing this for him?"

"No, Roger. I am doing this for you. You try posing like the big man in charge all the time when I really know that there are things you like that you can't allow Ace and Arthur to do to you. Wait, don't go in yet. Back on your knees, I have to piss again."Joey likes to piss in a mouth from a distance rather than allow the piss drinker to wrap his lips around his cock. I have always found it hard to swallow that way so my chest was wet when we finally went indoors.

"Head to the bathroom."

"Where is that?"

"Down the hall to your right." Ace and Arthur followed us. It was a little crowded but there was room for four. I was given a quick warm shower.

"Okay, Arthur you picked back. Roger lean over the sink." I was put over the counter at an angle so that I was face to dick with Ace. I hadn't sucked his cock since the day that Henry Sr. accepted the idea that Junior and I were taking him into our house as a slave. I didn't even know if anyone had sucked his cock. For most of that time he had been in a chastity cage, It had only been when I thought about him having to sit while we rode across country that I had taken the cage off for an extended period of time. With his cock that close to my face I was glad Joey knew what to do.

"Suck his cock." As I pulled his dick between my lips I felt either Arthur or Joey spreading shaving cream on my butt and down the crack. When I was younger I had kept myself hairless so having Arthur using the razor they found in the bathroom to shave away the hair was nothing that bothered me too much. The only thing that did was knowing how it would feel while growing back. It would have been better if they had found one of the newer bladeless razors.

"Okay, stand up." I actually hated losing the cock that had been in my mouth. As Ace sank to his knees with the can of cream I knew I was going to be as hairless as my own son. I was busy watching Ace spread the cream when I saw Joey helping Arthur to stand on the sink.

"Looks like you have another cock waiting for your mouth. I had thought Arthur's cock was beautiful and perfect for sucking the first time I had seen it. Although I had fucked him almost everyday before this I had only sucked his cock a few times. Joey had sucked him so often I thought the boy was going to have his dick fall off. Time passed fast, with a cock in my mouth the razor didn't make an impression. Soon, I felt Ace running a warm cloth between my legs and get his head up close to check for stray hair he may have missed.

"Did you get it all?"

"Yes, sir."

"Back out to the living room, Roger." He swatted me on the butt enough to make it sting but not really hurt.

"Roger, lay over the end of the sofa." So it was time to fuck me. The feel of cold air on my hairless ass was something I hadn't felt in years. Joey swatted me a couple more times after I was bent over the sofa.

"Arthur, you did a good job on this ass. I think you should keep it this way. What do you say, Roger? Can he shave your ass once a week?" I wasn't sure that Joey was serious but having Arthur shaving me regularly was alright with me and I told them it was okay as long as he remembered he would be eating me out after he shaved me. Roger and Arthur laughed.

"Ace, have you ever fucked your master?"

"No, sir." That wasn't actually true, I didn't know if he didn't remember or if he was trying to honor me.

"Well, you get to fuck him now." I felt sorry for him, he ran back to the bedrooms telling Joey that he couldn't do that.

"Well, Roger, I guess you get a bigger dick to start with than I planned. Are you ready to take all of Arthur's dick?" He knew I would.

"Grease that hole up good, boy."He had enough cock that I would need him to be lubed up. It was also enough that he would have me wide open for Joey. I planned on taking the boy's cock without letting him stop and working the cum out of him in minutes, I didn't want him enjoying it too much..

It didn't matter what my plans were. Arthur had never been in an asshole before that and wasn't even all the way in when he started to shoot. That was okay by me, I was ready for Joey, as his dick hit my asshole I opened for him. I was happy with the way he took me and was soon groaning as he fucked me with nothing but full long strokes. As he hit bottom my face was rubbing across the sofa.

I tried as much as possible to make my ass work on his cock, but he would pull all the way out and plunge back in without a warning. We must have been at it for ten minutes when I felt myself unloading all the cum that they had been building since we arrived at the house. Joey shot before I was finished. He lay on my back and gently told me how much he enjoyed being with me.

"I have a surprise for you"

"What?"

I was surprised!

Joey started filling my ass with a load of hot piss.