My First Year with Kevin

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My other works in the Nifty Archive include Unusual Christmas and Nick's Adventures, both in bisexual/high school, First Mate and Twin Spin in gay/incest, The Dancer and Call-Boy Journal in gay/encounters, and From Slave to Houseboy in gay/authoritarian.

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My First Year With Kevin

Chapter 4

There was a shower room out in the pavilion, and it had four shower heads. We followed Kevin into it. We turned on the water to let the hot water come up. Kevin got four bars of soap and a large bottle of shampoo.

"We bathe each other. Dave and I will take care of each other, and Larry and Matt do each other. And Dave, my cock and ass are both very dirty." We laughed and piled into the shower.

I watched Dave start on Kevin's hair. He lathered it up really well, rinsed it, and did the whole thing over again. Then Kevin washed Dave's hair in the same way. Then they started soaping each other up. Meanwhile, of course, Larry was doing the same thing to me, and I was getting hard. Larry was, too. He leaned into me and started rubbing his cock on mine. That was like electricity running through me. He started massaging my nipples while he was doing that. I was pretty close to coming. I started working his nipples, and he got to the brink pretty quickly, too.

Dave was busy washing Kevin's cock. Dave got behind Kevin and jerked him off with his right hand and stuck a finger in Kevin's asshole. "Stick it in me," Kevin said. Dave knew what he meant and quickly positioned his cock at Kevin's anus. It slide in effortlessly, apparently, and Dave started thrusting. He and Kevin got an incredible rhythm going immediately, and Larry and I stopped what we were doing to watch.

"Y'all turn the water off. When Dave comes, Larry, stick your cock in me right away and fuck me. When Larry comes, Matt, you do the same thing. I want to show you guys what it feels like when I come without shooting."

Dave continued to stroke Kevin's cock, but he brushed his hand away. "You don't need to do that," he said. "Just concentrate on coming." In another minute, Kevin stiffened like he was going to come. His cock swelled even larger than it already was, and it turned red. He bucked involuntarily, and it was obvious he was having an orgasm. Dave grabbed him tight around the waist to keep himself from popping out, and, in a few seconds, Dave came.

"Larry, Dave just came. Stick your cock in me and start fucking." Larry and Dave changed places quickly, and Larry really put it to him. In a few seconds, Kevin came again, and, again, there was no cum. Larry hadn't gotten off yet, so he continued fucking Kevin's ass. Kevin came a third time, and it was obvious this one was stronger and longer than the last one had been. That set Larry off, and he came in Kevin. Without having to be told, I sidled up to Kevin and shoved my cock into his ass. It was really wet and slippery inside from the other guys' cum. Kevin tightened his ass muscles to give me more traction, and I fucked him for all I was worth. In no time, I could feel Kevin's orgasm starting. I grabbed him around the waist like Dave had done and hung on. It was really intense for Kevin, and it wasn't bad for me. But I didn't come. I kept fucking, though, as Larry had done.

"Dave, get ready to take over when Matt comes," Kevin said. Dave's cock was only half hard, so he stroked himself to full erection.

Kevin came a fifth time, and that sent me over the edge to a crashing climax. Dave was ready, though, and he got inside Kevin as soon as I pulled out. I figured Dave would last a good while, and I was right. He saw Kevin through orgasms six, seven, and eight.

Kevin looked at Larry and me. Larry was about half hard, but I had a full erection.

"I'm so tired I'm about to collapse, but I want to come one more time. This time I'll shoot. Matt, you take over."

I shoved into Kevin, and I could feel him weaken a little. I put my arms around him to steady him and to balance myself.

"Fuck me as hard as you can, Matt," Kevin said. I did what he said. After five minutes or so, Kevin asked me if I was getting close. I told him I was. "Okay, I'm gonna come." Kevin orgasmed with a loud cry of pleasure, and he shot a huge load of cum. That made me come, too. After Kevin recovered enough strength to stand up steadily without my help, I pulled out, completely spent.

"Let's finish our shower and get the hell out of here," Kevin said. We obeyed.

After we dried off, we went back into the playroom and sat down on the mat. Dave made drinks for everybody, and I got the cigarettes and a couple of ashtrays.

"Thanks, guys. That was pretty fucking fantastic," Kevin said.

"Kevin, I've never seen anything like that in my life. What you did was fucking fantastic. I counted eight full spurts of cum when you finally shot. How many times did you come? Do you know?" Larry was clearly taken with Kevin's skill.

"I don't know," Kevin said.

"I do," I said. "He came eight times. I counted."

"Is that a record," Dave asked.

"No. I came eleven times once, with Jennifer."

Larry started to ask who Jennifer was, but Dave shook his head subtly to let him know this wasn't a good time to ask about that situation. Then Larry said, "I wish you could teach me how to do that."

"I will. I wish we had that fucking book."

"Are you sure it's not here," Dave asked. "Did you lend it to anybody after I read it?"

"No. Who else would I lend it to?"

"Well, I read it here last summer, so I bet it's still in your room."

"We can get it tomorrow. Right now, I'm kind of hungry. Could you guys eat pizza?"

"Yeah. We got any," Dave asked.

"No, but we got a phone and Pizza Hut's got delivery trucks. They deliver till midnight, and it's only a little past eleven."

"Let's go for it," I said.

Kevin looked up the number and called from the phone in the playhouse. He ordered four large Meat Lovers pizzas and gave the guy long and explicit directions, including telling him to come around to the patio behind the house because that's where we'd be. It occurred to me that we'd all be naked, but nobody else seemed to think of that.

"Anybody interested in a swim," Kevin asked.

We all said we were. We started out the door to the pool. "Are there any more towels out here," Larry asked.

"I'll check," Kevin said. He went into the shower-dressing room and came out empty handed. "No more clean ones. We won't need 'em."

We jumped into the pool, and Kevin had more energy than I would have expected him to have after all the physical exertion he'd had. After a little splashing, Dave jumped up on Larry's shoulders. Kevin signaled for me to come over, and he jumped on mine. It was going to be a fight, and the opponents were clearly Kevin and Dave.

"You want to put a little something on this, Smythe? Like best out of five?"

"You bet your ass I do," Kevin said. "What did you have in mind?"

Dave thought for a second. Then his face burst into a devilish grin. "A blowjob."

"Okay," Kevin said.

"But with the pizza boy, not with us."

Kevin thought for a second. "Okay," he said. "Let's go."

They did the one-two-three-go thing, and they immediately attacked each other. I wasn't ready for the intensity of the attack, and I almost fell over.

"Hang in there, Babe," Kevin said to me.

"I'll try," I said.

After a couple of minutes of fighting, Kevin pulled Dave off Larry. That was one for us.

The next battle was even more intense, and, that time, Dave won. He won the third battle, too.

Kevin called for a break, and we went into opposite corners of the pool. "You okay, man," he asked me.

"Yeah, I'm okay. This is too close for comfort, though."

"Try to trip Larry. If he goes down, it counts."

"Is that fair," I asked.

"All's fair in love and war," Kevin recited. "Now let's get 'em." He got back on my shoulders and we engaged the enemy.

While Kevin and Dave battled it out on top, I tried to trip Larry. I almost fell once trying to get my foot behind his legs, but I recovered. Finally, I was successful, and Larry and Dave went down.

"Hey, man. That's not fair," Larry said. "Matt tripped me."

"Shut up," Dave said. "It's fair. This time, you trip him."

This was the battle to settle the debt, and it lasted much longer than the others had. I figured out that I could back away every now and then to catch our breaths. One time, while I was doing that, Larry lurched forward and got his foot between my legs. Dave caught Kevin by surprise at the same time, and we went down.

There was much celebrating on the other side. Dave jumped on Kevin and wrestled him under water. When he came up, Dave grabbed his mouth and forced it into a pucker. "Better get them lips ready, loverboy." Larry and Dave laughed. Kevin just shrugged.

Just when the celebration was coming to its natural end, we heard somebody calling out to us. It was the pizza delivery boy. He was standing at the end of the patio with the four boxes of pizza in his hands. He was somewhere in the eighteen to twenty-five age range, and he was pretty good looking. He was a little on the small size, but there was certainly nothing wrong with his looks.

Dave started getting out of the pool, but Kevin held him back. "Look, let me take care of this. Y'all stay in the water. He can't see you from where he is, but y'all will be able to see everything. How would you feel if you were that poor guy and four naked guys started coming toward you in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah, you've got a point," Dave said. "But we've got to be able to see it. That's part of the bet."

"I know. You will. Just keep quiet, and maybe I can bring this off."

Kevin got out of the pool and started walking toward the boy. We got down low in the water and kept real still to avoid attracting his attention. We could see and hear everything.

"How's it going," Kevin asked in his most friendly voice.

"Pretty good. Almost through. This is my last delivery."

"Here, let's put these down on the table." Kevin took the pizzas from the boy and motioned for the kid to sit down. "I gotta go get some money. How much is it?"

"Fifty-three fifty, with tax."

"Gotcha. I'll be right back."

Kevin had positioned the guy so his back was toward us.

"Shit," Dave whispered. "I want the guy standing up with his profile toward us. I want to see Kevin swallow the weenie."

Kevin came out with his pouch over his shoulder. He sat down across from the boy and opened his legs so that his cock and balls were in plain view. I had noticed the boy checking Kevin out as they were talking before, and I thought I even noticed a bulge start to develop in his pants. Before he paid the guy, Kevin stood up and scratched his balls right in front of the guy's face. His cock bobbed up and down, and it looked sexy as hell. He sat back down and took out his pack of cigarettes. He offered the boy one, and he took it. Kevin lit his own first and then the other guy's. Kevin gave the boy the money, and the kid started to get change. Kevin said for him to keep it. The kid said thanks. They both stood up, and Kevin got him in profile for us. I could see that the guy was definitely hard.

"Okay, Smythe, that's fucking better," Dave whispered.

"Look," Kevin said, "I'm gonna ask you something, and I hope you're not offended. It's just that, when I saw you, I knew I had to ask. How would you feel about a blowjob?"

"What did you say," the guy asked.

"A blowjob. How would you feel about one?"

The guy didn't say anything for a few seconds. Kevin reached over and rubbed the guy's crotch.

"God, this is incredible. This is like a fantasy come true," the guy said. "I love uncut cock."

Then, before Kevin could say or do anything, the guy was on his knees and had Kevin's cock in his mouth. Kevin looked over toward us and shrugged. Then he grinned with pure devilment.

The boy was really getting into it, and Kevin was moaning. After a few moments, he took Kevin's cock out of his mouth and looked up at him. "Man, you don't know how many times I've thought about doing something like this." He went back to work on the cock, and Kevin moaned appropriately.

"Of all the fucking, cocksucking, shit-eating luck," Dave whispered, obviously annoyed but also amused. "He gets a queer who fantasizes about blowing his customers!"

All three of us had trouble not laughing out loud.

The guy finished the blowjob in ten minutes or so. He must have been good, considering the amount of cum Kevin had already pumped out that day. Kevin helped the guy to his feet, and we could see his cock making a huge tent in his pants. I figured Kevin would let the guy go. Instead, he put his hand on the boy's cock and said, "I could help you out with this thing, if you want me to."

"Oh, no, man. I'll take care of that later." He took Kevin's cock into his hand. It was already completely limp. "This may be the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen. I can't thank you enough, man. Thanks. Next time you call for pizza, ask for Travis. That's me. Okay?"

"Okay, Travis," Kevin said. "I'm Kevin."

"Oh, Jesus. I love that name. That's my fantasy name, in fact. I'll jerk off all night, now. Thank you, Kevin. Thank you." They shook hands and Travis left. We heard him start up his pickup truck and take off.

Dave jumped out of the pool ahead of Larry and me, and went running to Kevin.

"Of all the motherfucking luck! Only you, Kevin, only fucking you would get something like that. If it had been me, the guy would have cleaned my clock. I can't fucking believe it."

"It's my uncut cock. It makes pizza boys drool. It makes them think of all that sausage they carry around night after night."

"Kevin, I gotta admit, that was unbelievable," I said. Larry and I had finally caught up with Dave.

"Was he good," Dave asked.

"He was very good. That wasn't his first blowjob, not by a long shot," Kevin replied.

"Shit! Let's fucking eat," Dave said in disgust.

We took the pizzas inside and sat at a table. Kevin got beers for us and some napkins. We finished off two of the pizzas, and Kevin took the other two into the house for later.

When he came back out to the clubhouse, Kevin said, "I kinda feel guilty about what happened with that guy."

"Why, man? We heard every word you guys said, and you didn't trick him or anything," Dave said. "You were lucky, but you weren't unethical. Hell, you even offered to take care of him."

"I know, but the poor bastard was just so fucking needy. He didn't talk like he was from around here, and I bet he doesn't have any friends or anything."

"Forget about it, man," Larry said. "Dave's right, for once." We all laughed at Dave's expense.

"I guess you're right." After a pause, Kevin continued, "Guys, I don't know about y'all, but I'm beat. I'm gonna go to bed."

We all agreed that it was time to put it away. We turned out the lights and went up to bed.

I figured Kevin wouldn't be interested in anything sexual, after all we'd already done that day, but I was wrong. When we were both in bed, he put his hand on my chest and started rubbing me.

"Gimme a kiss."

I kissed him tenderly on his lips, but he wanted more. He returned my kiss with much more passion, and, in no time, his tongue was in my mouth. We kissed longer than we ever had before. He reached down and started stroking my erection, and I stroked his, as well. He got up next to my ear and started tonguing it. Then he whispered, "You know what I want?"

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me. Will you do that?"

"Sure. How do you want it?"

"On our sides. And you know what else?"

"No, what?" I felt like we were little kids playing a game.

"I want you to sleep in me tonight. I mean, your cock in my ass. That's as close as I can think of two people getting, and I want to be that close to you."

"All right, Babe. I can do that."

Kevin turned on his side with his back to me. I asked if he had any lube, and he said I didn't need any. He was right. The head of my cock was soaked in precum, and it glided right into him effortlessly.

"Do it slow and easy, okay?"

"Okay," I said, and I did. Kevin came without shooting in about a minute, and I wasn't even close. He kept coming, in fact, five more times. Finally, on the last one, I blasted my juice into him. I wrapped my arms around him, and, in a few minutes, we were both asleep.

I woke up the next morning with my cock still in Kevin's ass. That surprised the hell out of me because I assumed it would get soft during the night and just fall out. When I woke up, though, I was hard and still in him. I didn't know what to do because I couldn't really tell if he was asleep or awake. I had to piss something fierce, but I didn't want to wake up Kevin.

He woke up just about then.

"Hi, Babe. You're still in me. That really feels good."

"Good morning. I'd like to kiss you, but I'm afraid the best I can do is your back." I kissed his back. "Kevin, I really gotta take a piss."

"Go ahead."

I started to pull out of him, but he stopped me.

"No, man. Piss in me. I want you to."

"You want me to piss inside you?"

"Yeah. Why not? Then I want you to fuck me."

"Kevin, I don't know if that's healthy," I said. The idea of pissing in Kevin's ass was turning my piss hard-on into a sex hard-on pretty quick.

"Why? You think your piss has more germs than my shit? I really fucking doubt it, Babe. Go ahead. Do it."

"Has anybody ever pissed inside you before?"

"No, Babe. You'll be the first. Do it. Please." There was a pleading quality to his voice that let me know he really wanted to see what that felt like.

"Okay, but it might take me a few minutes," I said.

"I ain't going nowhere."

I really had to concentrate to start the piss flowing, even though my bladder was about to explode. It usually takes me a few seconds to get started, but it took even longer that time. Eventually, though, my piss started flowing.

"Oh, God, Matt. That feels sooooo good. It's so warm and. . . . oh, man. Oh, God."

I pumped all my urine into Kevin. A little leaked out from around my cock, but I figured we could change the sheets or something. It took me three or four minutes to empty my bladder.

"Okay. I'm done."

"Now start fucking me," he said.

I started thrusting, and more piss leaked out. It was running down Kevin's ass.

"Oh, that feels incredible," he said. "Oh, yes. I can feel your piss leaking on my ass, and I love it. I'm not gonna last long, Matt."

The sensation was unique for me, too. "Okay, Babe. I'm almost there myself." With three or four more thrusts, I felt Kevin's insides begin to contract to start his orgasm. Mine followed like one domino after another. We both came very hard. I wondered if Kevin saved his cum.

Once we were finished, he told me to pull out. He ran to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. He didn't close the door, of course, and I could hear the hiss of my urine coming out of him and hitting the water. He farted loudly and then took his morning shit. I could see his own piss leaking out of the head of his cock, which was fully covered by his foreskin. It dribbled down the shaft of his still-hard cock, ran over his balls, and dripped into the toilet. His cock softened as his piss leaked out, and pretty soon it was soft and under the rim of the toilet seat. In a couple of minutes, he was finished. He wiped himself, flushed the toilet, and stood up.

"Let's take a shower," he said.

I got up and went into the bathroom. I wasn't expecting what he did next, though. He grabbed me in a bear hug and planted a really hot kiss on my lips.

"That was really fucking incredible, Matt. Thank you."

We got in the shower, and he was more frisky than usual in the morning. We shampooed each other's hair, and then we started washing each other with soapy hands. He asked me to wash his cock, and I did, being very careful to pull the foreskin all the way back and to get rid of any trace of what he called "dick cheese." He said that was something uncut guys had to worry about that cut guys didn't. I knew from reading that that was the main excuse people used to mutilate the penises of baby boys. Then he asked me to wash his ass. I soaped up my hand and passed it over his crack and asshole, like I would do for myself.

"That's not gonna cut it, Babe. My ass has had piss and shit in it this morning, and it needs a deep cleaning."

He faced me and soaped up my cock. He kept it up until I was hard, and the soap was dripping off it.

"Stick that probe in there and really clean it out for me. Will you?"

Will I fuck Kevin's ass? Will a starving man eat a sandwich? I shoved my cock into his ass as he stood in the shower. He took one of my hands and put it on his cock and told me to jerk him off. I followed the alpha male's command, and, in ten minutes or so, we both came. Hard. Very hard. We finished our shower, and Kevin shaved. He checked my face to see if I needed a shave, and he decided I could get by another day. God, I loved that guy. He was the kind of guy that everybody liked, that people elected prom king, that scored the winning touchdown, that girls followed around in the halls hoping he would acknowledge their existence, that grown men turned to look at a second time, that mothers encouraged their daughters to give themselves to in the hope he would marry them, that pizza boys wanted to suck off at first sight. Here he was, the ultimate Golden Boy, gorgeous, hung, smart, and rich, feeling my face to see if he needed to shave me. He truly was the alpha male, and he seemed to love me. He told people I was his brother. He wanted me to piss in his ass. God, I was smitten.

We finished our shower, dried off, combed our hair, applied deodorant and aftershave, and got ready for the day. The only thing we didn't do was get dressed. Kevin did put on a baseball cap, though, and he put two more packs of cigarettes and some more money into his pouch. He slung it over his shoulder as he had been doing, and he looked great.

Then he noticed the bed. He said we probably ought to change it. I'd never changed a bed before, but Kevin showed me there really wasn't anything to it. He put the dirty sheets and mattress cover down a laundry chute in the hall. We went downstairs buck naked to greet the day.

I smelled coffee on our way down the stairs. That must have meant one or both of the other guys were already up. We fixed cups of coffee in the kitchen. Then we went out onto the patio to find Larry and Dave.

"Well, it's about fucking time," Dave said by way of greeting.

"Hi, guys," Kevin said. "Did you miss us?"

"It's nine o'clock, Kevin. The day's half over."

"Shut up, Browning. What time did you guys get up? Six?"

"We got down here about ten minutes ago," Larry said. "This asshole is just being an asshole."

"It's his nature," Kevin said. "He can't help it."

"Not only are you late, Smythe, but there's no fucking paper." Dave was either annoyed or was pretending to be. I really couldn't tell for sure.

"Lighten up, Browning. There won't be any Paper Quizzes today."

"Well, fuck you."

"God, it's nice to see you, Dave. I see your morning disposition hasn't changed one fucking bit in the five fucking years I've known you."

Kevin picked up the box of Marlboro Reds that was on the table, took one out for me and one for him, and lit both of them.

"Those are mine, man," Dave said rather belligerently.

"Are they, Browning? Well go get 'em." Kevin closed the box and threw it into the pool.

"You asshole. That was almost a full pack." Dave was really angry.

"Look, Dave," Kevin said calmly, "I've known you a long time and I love you. I'd die for you, if it came to that. But this bullshit in the morning has to stop, okay? At least while you're here. This is supposed to be fun, man, and it ain't fun if one of us wakes up like an angry bear every fucking morning." Kevin took both of Dave's hands. Dave hung his head in shame. In a second, he started sobbing.

"Kevin," he sobbed, "I know you're right, man. I don't want to be like this. I pick fights with my mom in the morning, and there's nobody I love any more than her."

He was really crying hard, and, frankly, Larry and I were embarrassed, both by his attitude and by the way he was acting then. Kevin was unfazed by it, though.

"Dave, you know I love you. You know this will pass in a few minutes. But you didn't take your medicine this morning, did you?"

"No," he whimpered. "You know I hate to take that shit."

"I know you hate to take it, Dave, but you need it, man. Please go upstairs and take it right now. For me? For all of us?"

"Okay, Kevin. I will." He got up, and he was really pitiful. He went to Kevin and hugged him around the neck. "I love you, man. I really fucking do." He went into the house.

"What the hell was that all about," I asked.

"He's got some weird disease that makes him a fucking bear in the morning. He's got medicine for it. It's a nasal spray. He sprays a jolt into each nostril, and in five minutes he's fine. But he hates to take it because he thinks that makes him a junkie. Isn't that fucking stupid? Watch the difference when he comes back out here. He probably won't even remember what happened. It is too weird."

"Why'd he get so upset because we took cigarettes out of his pack? He smoked yours all day yesterday. Doesn't he have money to buy stuff like that," I asked.

"Oh, it wasn't the cigarettes. That boy gets as much, or more, money every month as we do. Both of his parents are doctors, and they make a fucking mint between them. They're divorced, and they both give him the moon. He's probably got a thousand bucks on him right now, and he'd spend every dime of it on you, if you wanted something. He ain't cheap. It's just stuff like the cigarettes, or the paper, that set him off. But only in the morning. His mom and I, and his dad and I, too, have had long talks about this. He's got some kind of problem that one in, like, a billion have. The nose drops do the trick, though, but he doesn't want to admit he has to use them."

Just then, Dave came out of the house, slapping a fresh pack of Marlboro Reds into his palm to pack them.

"Hi, guys. Y'all are up early." He opened the pack, took one out, and threw the pack on the table for anyone who wanted one.

"Not too early. It's about nine," Kevin said.

"Is there a paper," Dave asked.

"No. We don't get the paper here."

"That's right. I knew that."

"You want some coffee," Kevin asked.

"Yeah. But whose cup is this," he asked. It was his from earlier, of course.

"It was mine. Let me get you some," Kevin said.

He came back to the table with a coffee pot and cream and sugar. He refilled everybody's cup.

"You mind using my old cup," he asked Dave.

"Kevin, you've come in my mouth. You think I'd mind drinking after you out of a coffee cup?"

"Well, you've got a point there, Einstein."

"In fact, what are you doing waiting on us. You're the alpha male, fair and square, and we should be waiting on you. Do you need a blowjob? Your ass wiped?"

"Fuck you," Kevin said. "I'll tell you when I need a blowjob from the likes of you. Hell, there are pizza boys all over the place who can't wait to get their mouths around my dick." We all laughed at that.

The transformation of Dave was truly amazing. He was like he was the day before, not like the ten minutes before.

We drank up all the coffee. Then Kevin asked if we were hungry.

"Of course we are, asshole," Dave said.

"And I've got a plan for breakfast, asshole," he said to Dave.

"What?"

"We all go to McDonald's and load up on breakfast food."

"Huh?"

"You heard me right, Dave. We get our asses in my car, drive to McDonald's in town, go through the drive-thru, and get breakfast. Only we do it naked."

"Sounds like an adventure to me," Dave said. "Only, let's take my Bronco. It's higher and not quite as easy to see what's going on inside."

"That's a deal. You drive," Kevin said. "Let's also take some towels to cover our ourselves in case we get cold feet--or hard cocks." Everybody laughed at that, including me, but I was a little nervous about that adventure. It's one thing to call Pizza Hut and greet the guy naked, but it was another to ride around in the raw.

Dave noticed Larry had what looked like a camera bag with him.

"Are you gonna take some pictures," Dave asked Larry.

"I though I would, if it's all right with you guys. I figured I won't be around this much naked beauty for a long time and I might as well get some of it on film."

We all agreed we didn't mind pictures.

"This guy is really good," Dave said. "I've seen his work, and it's like professional photography."

"You know who else is really into photography," Kevin asked rhetorically. "Brian. Our caretaker. He takes pictures of weddings and shit like that. He even has a darkroom and all that shit."

"Cool," Larry said. "Do you think he might let me use the darkroom? I'd like to get some shots and let you guys see what they look like."

"We can ask him," Kevin said.

We got in Dave's car, and everybody was a little giddy. The closest McDonald's wasn't far at all from the house. Dave got behind the wheel, and Kevin rode shotgun. Larry and I sat in back. There wasn't much traffic anywhere we went, but we had to stop at a light before we made a left-hand turn. A big eighteen-wheeler pulled up beside us.

"That guy can see into this car," Larry said.

"I know," Kevin replied. "Let's see what he does."

At first the guy stared straight ahead and didn't even notice there was a car next to him. In a second, though, he glanced over and did a double take that was really funny. Larry had his camera out, snapping pictures of the guy's face when he saw Kevin. At first he was just startled. Then he broke out into a grin and signaled for Kevin to put his window down. "That's a honey of a cock you got there, boy. You ever have that thing sucked by somebody who knew what they were doing?" The guy was in his mid- to late-twenties, and he wasn't bad looking at all.

"Last night," Kevin said.

"Man or woman," the guy asked.

"It was a guy," Kevin said. "And, yeah, he knew what he was doing."

I looked over the seat, and Kevin started playing with his foreskin. His cock started getting bigger.

"You're makin' me hard, son," the truck driver said. "I wish I had the time for us to pull over. I'd give all four of you boys the cocksucking of a lifetime."

"Maybe some other time," Kevin said.

"Maybe so. Well, you've given me something to think about and a hard-on to play with. My wife won't get no sleep tonight, that's for damn sure."

Just then the turn arrow came on and Dave started moving. The trucker waved to us and did the jerk-off stroke in the air, with his arm out of the window of his cab. Kevin gave the sign, too, and off we went.

"Jesus, can you believe the luck of this son of a bitch," Dave asked. We were all laughing and carrying on like something wonderful had just happened.

"I'm beginning to see your point," I said in reply.

"And the fucker is married. This dude is unbelievable," Dave said of Kevin. "Un-fucking-believable."

We pulled up at the McDonald's and placed our order through the speaker. We wanted a dozen sausage biscuits and a dozen steak biscuits. The voice told Dave the amount.

"Oh, shit," he said. "Did anybody bring any fucking money?"

"Don't worry. I've got it covered," Kevin said.

"Christ, that's the first time I've thought about money in this whole thing," Dave said. Kevin reached into his pouch and got the money. He gave it to Dave.

"Okay, guys. He comes the big test. Will we make it through at the window without being exposed." We laughed at Kevin's pun, but it was a kind of nervous laughter. "And guess what? I'm not covering up."

"Well, I am," Dave said. He was probably in the most vulnerable spot. Larry, who was right behind Dave, had moved all the way across the seat right next to me.

We pulled up to the window, and the kid behind the glass told us the amount again. Dave paid him. Then the guy handed in two large bags of food and said the usual "Have a nice day." We drove out of there in another second.

"He didn't even notice," Dave said. "Really, I don't think he could see in. We were just four guys without shirts on to him. I'm a little disappointed."

Kevin pulled the towel off Dave lap, and he and Dave started laughing.

"What's so funny," I asked. Larry and I both leaned over the seat to see what they were laughing at. Dave had an erection that was pointing straight up, and a drop of precum had already formed on the tip.

"That kind of thing makes me excited, that's all," Dave said by way of explanation. We all laughed that time.

Dave was still about half-hard when we got back to the house. His cock really looked good like that, and I wished it was longer, or showed more, when it was soft.

Kevin made more coffee, and we moved back out to the patio to eat. There was far more food than we could eat, but it would save for later, just like the pizza. After we finished breakfast, I wanted to brush my teeth and take a crap, so I went back inside. When I finished in the bathroom, I decided to look for the book that Kevin and Dave had been talking about. There were bookshelves in the room Kevin and I were sharing, so I decided to check out his reading taste, while I was at it. I found the book I was looking for right away and sat down to glance through it. As I was reading, I heard Kevin and Dave come upstairs. They were laughing about something as usual. They went into Dave and Larry's room.

Kevin was the first to speak. "You don't remember what happened this morning, do you?"

There was a pause. "I guess not. What are you talking about?"

"The fact that you forgot to take your medicine and showed your ass to everybody."

"Oh, shit," Dave said.

"David, you have got to promise me you'll use it first thing every morning, okay? I mean, it was pretty embarrassing today, and I don't want that to happen again."

"What did I do?"

"What you did wasn't terrible. You ended up in tears, though, as usual. I think Matt and Larry were a little freaked out."

"Oh, shit." There was real contrition in Dave's voice.

"Will you promise me you'll take your medicine first thing?"

"I will, man. I swear to God I will. God, Kevin, I'm soooo sorry, Babe. Do you forgive me?" Dave's voice was really pitiful.

"Of course, I do. I love you, you know that. But please don't let it happen again. Okay?"

"It won't happen again. I swear to God, and I fucking mean it." After a pause, Dave continued, "Do you think I need to apologize to Matt and Larry?"

"No. I told them about your disease. . . ."

"Condition," Dave corrected.

"Your condition. They understand. The less said about it, the better. Lay down."

I heard them get in bed.

"You and I haven't had any time to talk since we met up with you guys Thursday night. I want to know what you think of Matt."

I felt guilty for eavesdropping, but there was no way in hell I would stop when that question came up.

"You want my honest opinion?"

"Of course I do," Kevin said.

"Well, I think he's about the cutest thing I've seen since I met you. And he seems pretty hot, too. Ohhhh, that feels good." They must have been doing something sexual, and I wished I could have seen it. Or participated in it.

"You really mean that," Kevin asked.

"You know I don't lie to you, Kevin."

"No, you don't. I think he's pretty fucking cute, too. And he's smart as hell. And he's really getting good in bed."

"Is he gay, or is he like us?"

"No, he's gay. He's sure of it. I took his cherry, though."

"No shit?"

"That's right. He had one boyfriend in California, but they never got around to more than sucking each other off."

"You've got a thing for Matt, haven't you?"

"Yeah, I think I do," Kevin said. "And I know he's got one for me. Mmmmmm. I love when you do that."

Now there was no doubt they were doing something sexual, and I wished I could see so I could do to Kevin whatever Dave was doing to him. I don't know what was turning me on more, hearing them talking about me or hearing them doing whatever they were doing.

"So, is this, like, an exclusive relationship?"

"No. We talked about that, and, believe it or not, he's the one who said our relationship should be open."

"That's really cool. You and I haven't had any trouble with that, and I think it's worked out for the best, all the way around. Does he know about us?"

"What do you mean? That we've been best friends, soulmates, and lovers for, what? five years? He knows, and it's cool with him. In fact he told me he was hot to fuck both you and Larry."

"Kevin, I'm telling you. Nobody's got the kind of luck you have."

"Yeah. I'm beginning to believe you're right. The best luck, though, was finding you, you little psychotic asshole." Dave laughed.

"What about you and Larry," Kevin asked. "He's pretty cute."

"Yeah, he is. But, you know, there's not a whole lot of chemistry. He's a great lay and fun to do stuff with, but this is just gonna be for the summer."

"What's he doing here, anyway?"

"I don't know all the details, but I gather he got into some kind of trouble. He's gay, and he's out to his parents and some friends. But the parents didn't like the guy he was seeing, or something. I really don't know the details, and I haven't wanted to pry. His mom and my mom were roommates and best friends in college. She's also a doctor. His dad's a lawyer. That's some combination, isn't it?" After a pause: "Oh, yeah. Do that some more. Ohhhhh, I love that."

I didn't hear any more talk. Then I heard rhythmic sounds of two people fucking.

"I'm almost there, Babe," Dave said.

"Try not to shoot. Let's see how many times we can come without shooting. Concentrate, now, like I showed you."

More thrusting sounds, then, "Ohhhhhhh" from Dave, followed by a low moan from Kevin. The thrusting continued. I was rock hard, and I knew any more listening would only make me hornier. I took the book and crept down the hall past their room, leaving them to finish their session without an eavesdropper.

When I got downstairs, Larry wasn't anywhere around. Then I heard typing, like on a computer keyboard, coming from somewhere close by. I hadn't really explored the house, so I wasn't sure where a computer might be. I followed the sounds, though, and found Larry at a computer in what must have been a study or library. He looked like he was concentrating pretty hard, so I made a little noise so I wouldn't startle him.

He looked up. "Hi. I'd ask you what's up, but I can see what's up," he said, referring to my hard-on.

"What are you doing?"

"I just sent some e-mail to a friend of mine from college. My boyfriend, actually."

"Where does he live," I asked.

"In Tampa. He's home for the summer. Working for his father's construction company as a laborer. He's already a hunk, and this summer ought to make him awesome."

"How old are you," I asked.

"I'm twenty. How old are you?"

"I'm eighteen. Why aren't you in Tampa with your boyfriend?"

"Oh, that's a long story. My parents basically gave me an ultimatum. They said I could spend the summer in New Orleans or I could spend the summer in Tampa with Gene. If I chose Tampa, they'd cut me off. Right then. Otherwise, they'd see me through the rest of college and medical school."

"Are you and Gene in love," I asked, realizing I was getting pretty personal.

"Yes, we are. But neither of us is really sure, and we thought the summer apart would help us decide. I haven't seen him in a month. I miss him, but the pain of separation gets less every day. This is the first time I've written him in a week. Of course, he hasn't written me at all. I don't really know what that means."

"Are you depressed about it, or what?"

"Not really. I was at first, but Dave has kept me pretty busy. And he and I get along really well. I had no idea he was gay, or bi, or whatever the hell he is. He must have known about me, though, because he brought it up the first day we were together. Things have been pretty good between us sexually, but there really isn't any chemistry, if you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"So are you and Kevin really brothers?"

"No." I chuckled. "Our dads are lovers, and we happen to have the same last name, by sheer coincidence. I'm six months older than he is, so he tells everybody we're half-brothers--same father, different mothers. He says most of the people in New Orleans think our dads are brothers, or cousins, at least. But we're not related. Besides, I wouldn't be fucking my own brother."

"I would, if I had one like Kevin. That boy is about the hottest thing I've ever seen. I love uncircumcised penises, and he's got the best one I've ever seen--or seen a picture of."

"I know what you mean," I said.

"And he's such an incredibly nice guy. The way he handled Dave this morning was masterful. But also very kind."

"Have you seen Dave like that before," I asked.

"No. I've only been here since the middle of the week. I guess today was the first day he didn't take his medicine like he was supposed to. That was pretty freaky, I thought."

"Yeah." Then I changed the subject. "You do much with computers?"

"I fool around some. I don't program, or anything like that. Well, actually I can program a little, but I don't. You ever surf the Internet?"

"Yeah. All the time. I check out every gay page I can find. And the newsgroups, too. And CuSeeme. And IRC."

"You sound like you're pretty literate."

"I am, I guess. I knew more than my computer teacher last year. Of course, that wasn't all that hard to do. Poor guy."

Just then the phone rang. I wasn't sure if I should answer it. Then I remembered what Kevin was probably doing, and I caught it on the third ring. It was Frank.

After the usual hello, how are you stuff, he asked to speak to Kevin.

"Frank, he's here, but I really don't know where. Can I ask him to call you?"

"No, that's not necessary. I just wanted to check on you guys. How's everything going? You having fun?"

"We're having a blast. I water skied for the first time yesterday. I'm sore as hell today, though. I didn't realize how many muscles you have to use for that."

"Kevin skis really well. He ought to. He's been doing it since he was three. Are you guys there by yourselves?"

"Er, no. Dave and his house guest Larry are here, too."

"I figured as much. When do y'all plan to go back to town?"

"Dave's mom's gonna be out of town until a week from Monday. We thought we'd stay here till then. If that's all right."

"Well, of course it's all right. We just want to know where you guys are. I know you won't spend the time in prayer and contemplation, but, Matt, promise me something."

"Sure, Frank. What?"

"That y'all won't get caught."

I wasn't sure if he was joking or not. I laughed a little.

"That's funny, I know, but I really mean it. And so does Denis. Don't let Kevin and Dave lead you guys astray."

"I won't, Frank."

"I know Denis would want to speak to you, but he's not here. Our love to you and Kevin and Dave. I don't know Larry, but I'm sure he's a nice guy. Gotta run. Bye, now."

"Bye, Frank."

The conversation ended abruptly. I hung up the receiver.

"I gather that was Kevin's dad," Larry said.

"Yeah. Oh, by the way, I found the book we were talking about. The one that teaches you how to come without shooting. It looks really interesting. You can have it when I'm done. It shouldn't take me long to read it."

"Great. I'll look up some stuff about the subject on the Web, too. Maybe we can teach Kevin and Dave a thing or two."

Larry went back to the computer, and I drifted back into the den. I turned on the TV set to MTV and settled down to read. After I'd read about ten pages, Kevin and Dave came downstairs. Kevin was wearing his cap and a pair of Doc Marten's with white socks. He had his pouch over his shoulder. God, that boy looked hot. He had socks and my running shoes in his hand. He tossed them to me.

"Let's explore the place," he said.

"Great," I said. "Dave, are you and Larry coming?"

"I'm not," Dave said. "I just thought about the video of last night's fight, and I want to watch it. Larry might want to go, though."

"I kinda doubt that," I said. "He discovered the computer in the other room, and he's surfing the Web."

"Yeah, he loves computers," Dave said.

I put on the shoes and socks Kevin had brought me, and we went outside.

"There's a great stream that runs through the place. I want you to see it. The shoes'll keep you from tearing up your feet." We walked off toward the woods, Kevin's cock bouncing up and down as he walked. My own bounced a little, but two-and-a-half inches don't bounce as well as six do.

"This is a virgin forest," Kevin said.

"What does that mean?"

"It means it's never been cut. Even when this place was a plantation, these woods were allowed to stand. You see how big these trees are? Some of them have been here for several hundred years. There isn't much of this kind of forest left in this country. We own a thousand acres of it."

"I guess I'm supposed to be impressed, but I don't know why."

"Yes. In fact, it should excite you to the point of sexual arousal."

I laughed.

"The reason is, my family has been able to preserve a lot of land in it's totally natural state. Most people harvest timber. For lumber or pulp wood or whatever. The Smythes have been able to avoid doing that. Frank got an award from the governor of the state for that a couple of years ago."

"I thought you said the place used to be a plantation. Didn't they cut the woods."

"Yeah, it was. Altogether, we have about five thousand acres. A thousand acres are virgin forest, and about five hundred acres are lake. The rest is farm land. We rent it out. That's what used to be the plantation."

"That house back there's pretty impressive. It isn't as elegant as the one in New Orleans, but it's a mansion by any standard," I said.

"Yeah. Most of the furniture is from when it was a plantation, and they've kept it that way on purpose. It's got some spooky shit, too. There's a two-story attic, for example. And there's a cellar. In some places, it's two stories, too. There are also old slave quarters that are now guest houses. Each one of them has an attic and a cellar, too. We might have to do a flashlight tour at midnight some night. That's when the ghosts come out."

We walked a little further. Then I decided to do something I hadn't done before. I wasn't sure how Kevin would react. I put my arm around him. I had wanted to do that since I met him, but Paul had always been really skittish about any kind of display of affection, public or private.

We walked a little more, then Kevin said, "That's the first time you've done anything to me."

"Is it okay," I asked.

"Well, hell, yes, it's okay. You just never have taken the initiative before. I've wanted you to."

"You have?"

"Well, yeah. It feels nice to know you're thinking about me and wanting some contact with me."

"Why didn't you say something?"

"What was I gonna say? Will you kiss me? Then I still would be taking the lead."

"I guess you're right." I explained about Paul and that I didn't want to do anything to piss him (Kevin) off.

"Oh, Babe, that wouldn't piss me off. I'm never not in the mood for you."

"That was a sweet thing to say," I said.

"I mean it, though. Sometimes I wish you would just come up to me and kiss me. Or rub my crotch. Or my ass. Anything like that."

"See, that's my natural instinct, but I've been afraid to act on it."

We had stopped walking by then, and we turned to face one another. Kevin was partially aroused, and his partial arousal aroused me. He dropped his pouch from his shoulder onto the ground. We stood completely still, just looking at one another. I reached up and touched his face. He didn't move or reciprocate. I played with his ear with one hand and his nipple with the ring in it with the other. That aroused him fully in just a few seconds. I was rock hard by then, too.

I moved closer and put both arms around his waist. I started rubbing his ass. Our cocks were touching one another almost along their full length. I pulled back a little and aligned our cocks tip to tip. I pulled his foreskin down as far as I could and slipped my cock into it. He started rubbing the back of my thigh, and I started jerking us off simultaneously, with me docked to him. He lowered his eye lids without closing them completely, and he purred with pleasure. He moved his hand from my thigh to my buttocks and left it there without moving. I continued my slow, almost gentle, stroking. We were both breathing harder than normal, and I felt every nerve in my body energized with what this god-boy was giving off.

We stayed docked for a long time, but eventually we both got ready to come. I could feel it getting ready to happen for Kevin, and I knew I was on the verge. Without saying anything or moving any differently, we both had our deep spasm at the same instant. He wasn't holding back his cum that time. I clasped his foreskin tighter around my own penis, and we watched it fill up with our semen as it mixed together in the confines of his stretching skin. Inevitably, we both started to soften, and I was able to pull more of his skin over my dick. The warmth inside that space was delicious, and our seed, now mingled, made the space even softer than it already was. I let go of the skin, and our seed poured out of his opening onto the ground.

"This is going to be a special place for us," he said. "This is where we came together."

I wasn't sure what he meant, but he said it with such feeling that it must have been a very significant moment for him.

Then he said, "Dave and I have been friends and lovers for a long time, but we've never had a special moment like this one. This is the way I want it to be between us. I hope you want that, too."

My heart soared. I wanted to be so close to him our skin fused into one covering of our two bodies. I knew at that moment I had never been even close to being in love with Paul. I knew that Kevin was everything for me.

We continued walking into the forest. We found a stream and waded in it. We played tag and slid down a small waterfall on our butts. We swam in the deeper parts and walked in the shallow parts. We made love twice more that afternoon, both times at my initiation, and had an idyllic time in the virgin woods.

We reluctantly returned to the house around five. Our shoes were soaked, and we were covered with cum, some dried, some not. When we got to the house, the patio was deserted.

"You want a beer or a drink or something," Kevin asked.

"What are you having," I asked.

"I'm gonna have a beer."

"Me, too," I said.

Kevin brought the beers out of the clubhouse, and we settled on lounge chairs on the patio.

"We're pretty grungy," he said, after a few sips and a few drags on his Marlboro.

"I know. You want to take a shower," I asked.

"Not particularly," he said. "I kinda like the way we smell."

We sat in silence for a time.

"What are you thinking about," I asked.

"You," he said. "And look what it's doing to me." I glanced at his cock, and it was semi-erect. I could see his precum oozing out of his skin.

After a few more minutes of silence, a pickup truck drove up. A young man in his mid-twenties got out and walked over toward us. Kevin turned when he heard him approach, and he smiled.

"Hi, Brian," Kevin said.

"Hi, Kevin. What's up? I thought I'd check on you guys to see if you have everything you need." Brian's eyes swept over Kevin's body, and they lingered on his groin. I wondered if Brian had ever seen Kevin naked before.

"We've just been hanging out. Matt, this is Brian Livingston. Brian, this is Matt Smythe."

This Brian was a masterpiece. He was about Kevin's height-six feet or so-but he was all muscle. He was wearing tight, worn blue jeans and a tanktop, and he had one of those primitive tattoos that circled his left bicep. I tried to get a view of as much of him as I could without staring, but he didn't seem to have any problem staring at us. He looked to be about twenty-five, and his medium brown hair was cut short. His face had the look of someone with some brains in his head, and the face itself was beautiful. He had blue bedroom eyes. He was, in a word, gorgeous.

"Nice to meet you, Matt. Denis and Frank talk about you all the time. They were up here last weekend, and Denis was so excited about your coming, I thought he was gonna cream his jeans at one point." Brian unconsciously rubbed his cock, the faint outline of which was visible through his jeans.

"Yeah, right," Kevin said. "It looks like you're about to cream yours."

Brian laughed. "Well, horny, single guys are like that, you know?"

"Single? I thought you had a guy."

I had checked out the bulge in Brian's jeans when he first walked up, and it was noticeably larger now.

"I did, but we parted ways a couple of weeks ago."

"Sorry about that, Brian," Kevin said.

"Nah, don't worry about it. It was only lust. And it's over. He was a good worker, though. I do miss him around here. I gotta try to find somebody else that I won't have to go behind every minute and make sure he's doing what he supposed to do."

Brian was pretty obvious in his checking out of Kevin.

"I didn't know you were uncut," he said. "There ain't many natural guys around, and I love uncut cock." He said that like he really meant it.

Kevin grinned.

"Hey, and what's this? When'd you get this ring put in?"

Kevin told him the story.

"I got two of 'em," Brian said. He pulled up his tanktop to show off his nipple rings and perfect abs and stomach in the process. "You ought to get the other one done. It really makes a difference. I had my left one pierced when I was a kid like you, and it was really good. But I lost the ring, and the piercing grew shut. I had both of 'em done about four months ago, and two reeeealy make a difference. I'm tellin' ya."

"What about this ink, man? You ain't always had that, have you?"

"I got it at the same time as the nipple rings. I wanted it on my left arm, and the guy convinced me that two rings would look cool, but a tattoo and one ring on the same side of my body wouldn't. It ain't a real tattoo. It's skin dye. I can get it taken off any time I want to."

"What are you talking about? If that ain't a real tattoo, I'm blind," Kevin said.

"Well, it's a real tattoo, but they didn't do it with a needle. This doctor at Tulane invented this. A skin doctor. You probably don't know this, but they have to sometimes tattoo cancer patients who have to have radiation. So they'll know exactly where to put the stuff each time. Well, this skin doctor at Tulane figured out a way to use dye and ultraviolet light to create permanent tattoos. The difference is, you can have them taken off without any pain or scarring. They're just dye on the skin, not under it. I got this one to see how I like it. For a hundred bucks, I can get it taken off in about ten minutes. So far, I like it pretty good. A lot of people notice it. Especially guys." Brian winked at us when he said that and flashed a perfect set of pure white teeth.

"Where'd you have to go? To a hospital?"

"No. I went to a tattoo shop in the Quarter. On Decatur. It's called Tattoos-R-Us. That's pretty fucking hoakie, ain't it?"

"That's where I got my nipple done, man."

"Well, you know the place then. The guy who owns it used to do all the tattooing of the cancer patients at Tulane Medical Center. When the doctor invented skin dyeing, he taught this guy. Now he does it in the hospital and in his shop, too."

"That settles it," Kevin said. "I'm fuckin' gettin' one. And I'm gonna take your word about the second nipple, too."

"Cool, dude. Do what you gotta do," Brian said. Brian hadn't taken his eyes off Kevin the whole time they talked.

"Y'all want beers," Kevin asked us.

"Well, of course I do," Brian said. I said I could drink another one, too, so Kevin went off to fetch them. Brian and I moved to chairs on the patio.

When Kevin rejoined us, we all fired up smokes.

"Who else is here," Brian asked.

"Dave Browning and a guy you don't know named Larry Cunningham," Kevin said.

Brian said, "If it's not too personal, why the fuck are you guys naked? I know you haven't been swimming with those shoes on."

"We've been walking the property," Kevin said.

"And you had to be naked to do that," Brian asked.

"Well, yeah. We're gonna be here until a week from Monday, and we're gonna stay naked the whole time. We're having sex camp."

Brian grinned. "Sex camp? I don't know what the hell that is, but I wanna play, too."

Kevin explained what "sex camp" was all about.

"This sounds too good to be true," Brian said. "Are all four of you guys gay?"

"In varying degrees," I said.

"We're all gay this week, at least," Kevin said. All three of us laughed.

"So what exactly do I have to do to join sex camp," Brian asked.

"First of all, you gotta get naked and stay that way all the time. Second, you gotta be willing to have as much sex as you possibly can. The rule when it comes to sex is there are no rules. Except you can't hurt anybody."

"Well, pain's the last thing I associate with sex," Brian said. "And by luck, I don't have any photo shoots or meetings with brides or any of that stuff this coming week."

Brian explained that being the caretaker of the estate took a lot of time, but he had contract crews to do the lawns and clean the buildings and pool, and stuff like that. He was really more of a manager than a manual laborer. His now-departed assistant did a lot of that kind of stuff, but he didn't. In return for his services, he got to live in a great house, that used to be the overseer's house when the place was a plantation, use the facilities like the pool and weight room, and charge his groceries to Frank's account. He got paid a thousand bucks a month in addition. He was free to spend as much time as he wanted on photography, as long as he got the rest of his job done.

Kevin was sitting on the edge of his chair while we were talking, and Brian kept looking at Kevin's cock. Kevin made it bounce up and down every now and then to keep it half-hard, and I could tell Brian was getting hotter by the minute. I was almost fully hard, myself, but I was sitting back in my chair and had my legs crossed. I don't think Brian could see my erection, and I doubt that it was as interesting to him as Kevin's.

"So what do I have to do," Brian asked.

"I think the first step is to get naked," Kevin said.

"Er, that's gonna be a bit of a problem," Brian said, "unless you guys don't mind seeing me with a hard-on." He grinned, and we laughed.

"That ain't a problem, dude," Kevin said. "Now get fucking naked."

Brian didn't waste any time doing what Kevin instructed. He slipped off his tanktop, took off his work boots, and pulled down his jeans. He was wearing briefs, and the front of them was soaked with his precum. He touched himself to kind of push his cock down, but it didn't do any good.

"I guess I'm a little bit excited about the idea of sex camp," Brian said by way of apology for being aroused. He slipped his briefs off and sat back down.

Kevin started rubbing his foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock, and he quickly got more aroused than he already was. A lot more of his clear precum started to ooze out of the end of his skin. That made me fully hard.

"Are we getting ready to have a circle jerk," Brian asked.

"No," Kevin said authoritatively. "We're just gonna get hard and stay that way."

He continued to rub his skin over the head of his cock. I hadn't seen him do anything like that in public, and, frankly, it really turned me on. I was hard as a rock and dripping precum. Suddenly, I thought about Paul and wondered what he'd make of all of this.

Our chairs were in a kind of loose circle, facing one another, and all three of us were totally aroused. Kevin's foreskin still covered the head of his cock, so I figured he wasn't quite as turned on as he could get. Then, from the back door, Dave and Larry burst onto the scene.

Dave came out first, so he saw what was going on before Larry did. Larry had his camera over his shoulder, and, as soon as he realized what was going on, he started snapping pictures.

"Hey, Brian," Dave said. "Remember me? Dave Browning?"

"Well, hell, yes, I do. How the hell are you, man?"

"Pretty good. I see you're in no pain," Dave said. Dave ran his finger up the underside of Brian's cock then licked his finger. We all laughed.

"Brian's gonna join us for sex camp," Kevin said.

"Cool," Dave said. "Did you tell him you're the alpha male around here?"

"The what?" Brian asked.

Dave started playing with his cock, and in a few seconds he was as hard as the rest of us. Larry finally put his camera down, and Dave introduced him to Brian.

"Kevin's the alpha male. Like in a wolf pack. He calls the shots at camp." Dave apparently took that alpha male shit pretty seriously, probably because he planned to challenge Kevin for the role some day.

"Cool," Brian said.

"Course, you could fight him for the title, if you want to try," Dave said matter-of-factly.

"Fight him," Brian asked.

"Yeah, we all did. You guys would have to wrestle, and whoever rapes the other one wins the title." Dave looked at Kevin for approval, and Kevin nodded.

"It sounds like you guys are into a dominance action, here. I love that, but I damn sure don't want to wrestle Kevin."

"Then you just have to submit to him," Dave said, like that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"How do I do that? Let him fuck me?" Brian didn't seem put off by the idea.

"Exactly," Dave said. "You might as well get it over with right now."

Dave led us into the clubhouse and asked Kevin how he wanted Brian.

"I want him on his back," Kevin said.

"You're just gonna, like, ram into me? You're not gonna get me ready or anything?" Brian looked a little worried.

"That's their job. I'll watch and supervise, if I have to," Kevin said. "Guys, sex this fucker up for me."

"You mind if I get a few pics of this," Larry asked.

"No, but just a few. I want you to be part of this, too," Kevin said with authority.

Dave took the lead and told us what to do. We started kissing and rubbing and sucking Brian all over. In no time he was moaning with pleasure. Dave took charge of his asshole, and he got down between his cheeks and started tonguing him. I worked his nipples a while, and then I took his cock into my mouth. Larry snapped away for a few moments, then he came over and joined in.

Kevin, meanwhile, was watching us. He stroked his cock methodically to make it hard enough to fuck Brian. After ten minutes of this action, Kevin told us to move away. He got on his knees behind Brian.

"You guys hold his legs up," Kevin told me and Larry. "Dave, hold his arms down over his head."

Once we were in position, Kevin entered Brian's ass slowly.

"You like gettin your ass fucked, don't you, stud? You can feel my big hot cock all the way in you, pumping your ass. I'm the fucker in charge around here, and you don't come until I tell you to come. You hear me, boy?"

"Yes, sir," Brian said. His face was contorted with the pleasure he must have been feeling. "Your cock is on my spot right now, and it feels sooooo fucking good."

"I know it," Kevin said. "I'm gonna fuck you a long, long time. You ready for that?"

"I don't know how long I can hold out, man. I'm real close right now."

Kevin stopping thrusting pulled his cock almost all the way out. "Calm down. You'll come when I tell you to come. Understood?"

Kevin rested for several minutes, with just the head of his cock in Brian's hole. It had the desired effect, and Brian's dick started softening just a little.

"Okay, we're ready to go again," Kevin said. He thrust into Brian again, and he kept up a steady rhythm for another three or four minutes. He stopped again to let Brian calm down a little, and then he went at it some more. I knew what Kevin was doing because he had done it to me. He was bringing Brian right to the brink and then pulling him back. He did that six or seven times, and Brian was moaning and begging for Kevin to let him come.

"Okay," Kevin said. "I guess you've earned it. You can come when you're ready."

Kevin started pumping again, and, within three minutes, Brian screamed a scream of pleasure. Kevin groaned loudly, too, as both men came. Brian's load was enormous, and I counted eight full spurts of thick cum that landed on his chest. He was whimpering by the time he finished. In a few minutes, Kevin pulled out of Brian, the head of his cock covered with cum and his shaft still rock hard. Kevin stuck his finger into Brian's ass and scooped out some of his own cum. He smeared it, along with Brian's, all over Brian's chest. We lowered Brian's legs, and Dave released his arms. Kevin stood up, but Brian stayed in place. Finally, Brian stirred.

"Kevin, I think I'm in love with you," Brian said. Kevin laughed. "That was the best fuck I've ever had, man. How old are you?"

"Eighteen," Kevin answered.

"God, I've been with men twice your age who weren't half as good as you."

"Thanks. You're just horny, though. But we'll take care of that for you this week." Kevin grinned, and Brian grinned back at him.

Brian was still on the mat, and his cock was pretty soft. The rest of us were standing over him, and we were all, including Kevin, still rock hard.

"Let's welcome him to camp by giving him our cum," Kevin said. He knelt at Brian's side and started jerking his cock. The rest of us took that as a cue to do the same thing. It made us hotter watching each other jerk off, and, in a few minutes, each boy had splashed cum on Brian's chest. Kevin rubbed it around. "Now you're marked. Welcome to camp."

Dave cheered and applauded, and we all joined in.

"I want a beer and a smoke," Kevin said. "Let's go."

We followed Kevin to the refrigerator and got beers. Then he went outside and brought his pouch back in. He opened a fresh pack of Marlboros and gave each of us one. We sat in a circle on the floor, drinking and smoking and talking.

Larry and Brian talked about photography. Larry asked if he could use Brian's darkroom, and he, of course, said he could. Larry said he had three rolls of film shot, and he asked if he could develop them now. Kevin said to do whatever the fuck he wanted to, so he and Brian left the group to go to Brian's darkroom. Dave went with them to see how it was done. Kevin stretched out on the mat and signaled for me to lie down next to him. In a few minutes, we were both asleep.

When I woke up, the sun was gone and it was deep twilight outside. I figured it must have been around eight o'clock. Kevin was still asleep, so I snuggled up next to him. I don't think he woke up, but he put his arm around me. He was on his back, and I was on my side. I could smell his aroma. It was the powerful musk of the alpha male in heat. We stayed that way for a long time. I got hard from just being that close to the boy I loved, and I pressed my cock into his side and thrust gently against him. That must have been enough to wake him up. He looked into my face with a smile, and it brought tears to my eyes.

I moved down toward his groin, and I took his soft cock into my mouth. I didn't even think about where it had been most recently because I wanted it so badly. He got hard instantly, and I nursed that big uncut cock like a baby at its mother's breast. I sucked him for a while, and finally he came in my mouth. I swallowed ever drop of his cum and licked his cock clean.

He started moving to reciprocate, but I stopped him. "That's just for you, Babe," I said softly, "to say thank you for being you."

He brought my face to his and kissed me gently. "I love you," he whispered. Those words were more than I could handle, and tears of joy started trickling down my face. He licked them away, knowing what they meant.

"Let's get cleaned up," he said. Together, we hit the shower.

When we finished showering, Kevin said he wondered where the other guys were. He went out onto the patio for something and came right back in.

"They're all in the house," he said. "The lights are on in the kitchen, and I saw Brian through a window. Let's go find out what's up."

Kevin grabbed his pouch, and we went inside.

"Well, we were wondering if you two were ever going to join us," Dave said with a smirk.

"We fell asleep," Kevin said.

"We know. We looked in when we finished up at Brian's house. We decided to go ahead and cook some food before we woke y'all up." Kevin responded to Dave by pulling on his cock. Everybody was respectably soft, and Dave just jumped a bit.

"Well, it smells really good," Kevin said. "What is it?"

"I'm cooking a pot roast, potatoes, carrots, and salad. There's some ice cream for dessert." Brian did the talking.

"Where'd all the food come from," Kevin asked.

"Brian's got a confession to make," Dave said.

"I went to the store and bought it," Brian said.

"And he put his clothes on to do it," Dave said.

"You're gonna need to be punished," Kevin said, jokingly. "What all did you buy?"

"Enough food and beer and cigarettes for a week," Brian said. "Somebody had to, Mr. Alpha Male."

"Yes, and it is good that you anticipated my needs, Brian," Kevin said. We all laughed. "Maybe I won't be as hard on you as I had planned."

"Don't back down, stud," Brian said.

"Well, we'll see. Anybody want a drink?"

We all did, and Kevin took orders. He and Dave went into the den, where the liquor was kept, and came back with glasses for everybody.

"Take a look at the pictures," Larry said.

They were stacked up on a counter. I was eager to see them, but Kevin didn't seem to be particularly eager.

"Wow, these are hot, Larry," I said.

"Yeah, man," Kevin agreed. "I didn't see you around for most of the ones I'm in. How'd you get these?"

"This guy's got a real talent for candid shots," Brian said. "There aren't many people who can get the kind of stuff he gets. He's gonna try to show me some of his tricks."

The pictures were sharp and clear and caught us doing some of the damnedest stuff. I was like Kevin. I didn't remember Larry being around for some of those pictures. There weren't any of Kevin and me on our walk, but that's about the only thing we did, other than sleep the night before, that wasn't recorded on film.

"What are you gonna do with these," Kevin asked. His cock was noticeably larger at that moment than it had been before.

"I don't know. You guys can have copies, if you want. I was wondering how you'd feel if I put some on a Web site."

"You mean like the World Wide Web," Kevin asked.

"Duh," Dave said. Kevin flicked him off.

"Yeah. Would you mind?"

Kevin looked at me for my reaction, but I didn't really have one. "No, I wouldn't mind," he said, after a pause.

"I wouldn't if Kevin wouldn't," I said.

"Great, guys, I was hoping you'd say that. This Web site's gonna be awesome." Larry seemed excited about his plans.

We talked of all sorts of things at dinner, and Kevin and Dave told the story of the pizza boy from the night before. Brian got a kick out of that and said he wished the guy had hung around. He said he felt like the odd-man out and that he wished he knew someone to call to join us for the rest of the week so there would be an even number.

Kevin volunteered for him and me to clean up after dinner. The other guys went out to the clubhouse, but he and I stayed inside to do our chores.

"Those pictures really made me horny," Kevin said.

"I could tell. You started getting hard, didn't you?"

"Yeah." I looked at his crotch, and he was getting hard even as we spoke. "Do you think other guys would look at those pictures on the Internet and get horny?"

"I'm sure they would. I would, and you obviously would."

"Why do you think he took so many of me?"

"Oh, Kevin, come on. You're spectacular looking, man. None of the rest of us looks like you."

"You really think so?" There was genuine puzzlement in his voice.

"Jesus, Kevin. You really don't know what kind of effect you have on people, do you?"

"I guess I don't. That kind of scares me, you know?"

"Why, Babe?" We had finished cleaning up by then. I put my hands on his hips and looked at him deeply. His cock was fully hard by that point, and I was almost there, myself.

"I don't know. It's just that the idea of me turning guys on all over the world is a little scary."

"Well, you're turning me on right now, you big piece of stud meat." I started playing with his nipple ring. "Fuck me, Kevin. Do it right now, right here."

I grabbed the head of his cock, and I moved the foreskin around to get the precum he was putting out spread all over the head. Then I turned and faced the sink. I leaned forward a little, and Kevin got behind me.

"Fuck me, Kevin. Do it now, boy." I imitated his assertiveness with Brian earlier that afternoon. He laughed at my imitation of him, but he did as I said. He positioned the head of his cock on my asshole, and I leaned back onto it. It glided into me effortlessly, and, in a minute, he was fucking me. He was pushing me up against the counter, and my cock was rubbing up and down on the rounded edge of the counter.

"I love you, Matt," he said.

"Oh, God, Kevin, I love you, too."

He came in another second or two, but I figured he hadn't shot his load. He kept pumping me, bringing me close to the edge and then backing off, as he was so good at doing. We kept it up for another fifteen minutes, at least. I felt him come three more times before I finally had a crashing orgasm and flooded the sink. After I had come, he caressed my cock, gently squeezing the rest of my cum out of me. I felt drained but completely satisfied. He stayed in me another five minutes or so to allow his cock to get soft. Then we went out and joined the others.

Out in the clubhouse, they were watching the video of our wrestling contest of the night before. All three had hard-ons. Seeing them hard, and watching the last few minutes of the video, made me slightly aroused, too. I was surprised, considering the earth-moving orgasm I had just had, but it happened, nevertheless. Kevin stayed soft, though.

"Matt, let's go for a walk," Kevin said. He and I went outside. "I wanted to give those guys a chance to get off, if they want to. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. I'd rather be soft with you than hard with them."

"God, that's a nice thing to say," he said. Then he kissed me gently on the cheek.

We walked around the garden for a while. Then we went back to the patio to have a smoke. While we were sitting there, a truck drove up. It was the pizza boy.

He got out of his truck, tossed a cigarette butt into the grass, and started walking toward us. He appeared to have boxes of pizza in his hands.

"Why don't you go inside and let me talk to him," Kevin said.

"You just want another blowjob," I teased.

He grinned. "Get your ass inside."

I went inside and told the others the pizza boy was back and outside talking to Kevin. They wanted to go meet the guy, but I told them that Kevin had insisted I go inside with them. "Let's see what happens," I said.

They were out there for about a half hour. We kept trying to peak through the windows to see what was going on, but they weren't in our line of vision. Larry kept saying he was probably missing some of the best shots of the day. Dave wondered if Kevin was all right. Brian said he wanted to meet this guy, since he was a local, and all.

Finally, they came inside.

"Guys, this is Jeff. He brought us some more pizzas, and he wants to join us for sex camp. Get his ass ready for me. Dave, you get me ready. Make me hard. You know how to do that."

Brian, Larry, and I moved toward Jeff, who was really nice looking and somewhat bigger than I had thought him to be from the night before. Dave got on his knees in front of Kevin and started sucking him to make him hard. Jeff was grinning from ear to ear as we undressed him and laid him on his back. It was like some kind of surreal ritual. Dave held Jeff's arms in place, and Brian and I took care of his legs.

"Larry, get this on film," Kevin said. Larry was only too happy to comply and got his camera ready.

Kevin got between Jeff's legs, spread himself over his upper body, and entered the guy. It was pretty much a repeat of earlier with Brian, and Jeff was obviously in ecstasy. The whole thing lasted twenty or thirty minutes. Finally, Jeff was allowed to come. The rest of us cheered and hugged him like a newly-found brother. Kevin made us all jerk off on him, as we had on Brian, and Jeff seemed to love it.

After we were finished, we dove into the pizza Jeff had brought. He told us his story.

He was twenty-four and had just moved to the area after spending four years in San Francisco. His step-father was from Covington, but he had spent his life in the Air Force. When he married Jeff's mom when Jeff was sixteen, he moved them all over the country, following his orders. Jeff had done the gay scene in San Francisco until he was down and out, and he considered himself to be in Covington only temporarily. He had gotten fired that night for what the manager considered back-talk, so he had walked out with four pizzas and had come looking for Kevin.

Brian asked him if he knew anything about landscaping and keeping up a lawn, and Jeff said that he and his lover had run a landscaping service in San Francisco. Brian hired him on the spot as his assistant. We all laughed a lot, drank a lot, and had a good time just being with one another. Around midnight, Kevin announced he was going to bed. I went with him, leaving the others to talk. Kevin kissed me goodnight, turned over, and went to sleep in a matter of seconds. I lay awake awhile, thinking of everything that had happened that day. I resisted my urge to jump on Kevin and cover him with kisses, and, in a little while, I was asleep, too.