The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 116

As I sat at breakfast in my birthday suit, which was by far the nicest suit I own, ask anyone, I opened the computer to check the morning news and almost dropped my coffee as I played the video related to headline that caught my attention. I had told Colin and Jason to look as well, since they were both beside me.

`Police responded to a call in Vancouver today and found 39 year old Allan Turner and his son bound and gagged in their home. Mr. Turner had apparently been beaten and sexually assaulted by six masked assailants. Officials confirmed that while the son was unharmed, he had been forced to watch the assault on his father. Mr. Turner and his son are known to police and it is believed that this was some form of vigilante justice and is not gang related. There are no suspects at the moment.' I grinned for ear to ear and slapped Colin on the back.

"Holy Fuck! That's awesome. Any idea who did it?" I asked.

"None. Our hands are clean. You don't think it was Troy or any of the guys do you?"

"I hope not. They're smarter than to get involved after we worked so hard to distance them from it."

As we talked my phone beeped, as did Colin's and we received an anonymous video. We both watched and it was the attack on Allan and Ben. Six masked guys, one of whom was filming grabbed the Turners and tied them up with zip straps and dragged them to the living room. It was dark, so it appeared the attack was done at night. Lights were turned on and Ben was told to sit in the corner and be quiet and no harm would come to him. We watched as Allan's clothes were cut off. A mouth spreader was attached to his head with force and we watched as he was raped and face fucked by all six guys. I noticed that they were careful to wear condoms and gloves as they attacked him. The whole time they were taunting him about what he had done with his son and the other young kids, but made no mention of Troy or the older guys. It was possibly someone that had seen the video that was `accidentally' sent out. We had made sure it went to his employer and knew he had been fired, but it also went out on Facebook and other social media, so it could be someone just looking to show how upset they were. Once the guys were done, they said they'd continue to come back until he was successfully in jail, where they'd make sure he got raped daily. If I were the father I'd have been terrified. They made a point of showing the date and time of the video by using the father's cellphone, and then the lights went out and the video ended.

"Who the fuck do you think was behind this?" I asked. "And why did they show the date and time?"

"It has to be someone we know as they had both our cell numbers. It could be Troy, but I didn't recognize his voice in any of the video and they made sure not to show too much detail of the cocks while they had them out. I assume the date and time were for our benefit, or they could be using it to establish an exact time frame in case an alibi is needed. It sounded like the voices had been altered though," Colin said. "I'll call Troy to see if he knows anything." He quickly placed the call and left him on speaker as he asked Troy about the video. There seemed to be genuine surprise on his voice and then a hint of happiness. He denied being part of it, but said he wished he had been. After we hung up, we made sure to delete the videos and felt some bizarre sense of satisfaction over the incident.

Blake ran down the stairs in his underwear and jumped up on his stool. "Dad can we buy a tiger?"

"A tiger?" Colin asked wondering where this had come from.

"Yeah. I think it'd be cool to own one."

"No, sorry. It's against the law to own animals like that."

"That sucks. How about a kangaroo then?"

"Nope, no kangaroos either. What about a dog?"

"Boooooring!" He said as he overflowed his bowl with Lucky Charms. Apparently he must think they're magically delicious enough to stop when the bowl is full. Once he poured his milk in, there was more cereal on the counter than in the bowl, but it didn't stop him from proceeding to eat it all. "How about a monkey? He could ride around on my shoulder."

"Nope, same thing. Not allowed," Colin replied.

"Okay I'll Google stuff later. Maybe we could get an alligator and build a moat for extra security and stuff."

I'd have to go up and see what movies or shows he was watching. We may have to stick with Phineas and Ferb instead of Game of Thrones and Spartacus. Although he could be Blakious Minimus. I know, don't get started on that shit again...

"So are we gonna go and see the stuff that that lawyer guy said was mine?" Blake asked as he shovelled cereal off the counter directly into his mouth.

"Yep, are you sure you're ready for that?" I asked.

"I dunno, but since it was left for me we should go get it." He said sounding very mature, despite the mess all over the table. Colin and I had looked through the list and had something of an idea of what was there, but it was all pretty vague as to a description. Things like ornaments, table, books, set of dishes, etc. Blake got off the stool and started dragging out a frying pan.

"Whatcha making?" Jason asked.

"Bacon. Want some?" Jason smiled and chipped in to help him. We'd never have to worry about Blake starving. Kyle bounced down the stairs fully dressed with his backpack.

"Gotta run. I'm gonna meet the guys early before school," he said not looking like he was stopping for breakfast.

"Well behave yourself. I got an email from someone who said they didn't like the character you were becoming," I said being very fatherly.

"What? Who? Why?"

"Sorry, I can't tell you that due to party planner/guest confidentiality," I smiled.

"That's not a real thing is it?"

"It is so. Just be the best Kyle you can be," I laughed.

"I try to be, but sometimes there's just not enough of me to go around. Once we all move to the Republic of Kyle then I'll have more time for everyone. Meanwhile I have to go get smarterish."

"Kyle, can we use your truck today? We're going to go over to the storage locker to get Blake's stuff and I have no idea how much is there to bring back," Colin asked.

"Sure no problem. I'll just need a car to go to school."

"You know where the keys are, just pick one," he said.

"Any one?" Kyle smirked.

"Yeah of course."

"Really? Any car? Even the Bugatti? What if I wreck it or it gets stolen or damaged?"

"We're insured and you can make it up to us by giving up your ass," Colin chuckled.

"God, don't tell him that or he'll drive into the garage door just so he can come back quicker," I smiled. "If anything happens to the Bugatti, you will never get sex again. We'll lock you in stocks, put your dick in a chastity cage and feed you baby food through a straw until it's paid off." I looked at Colin. "You gotta make the punishment suit the person. "We're not the government where one punishment suits all."

"Maybe I could just walk to school, or take that big blue thing."

"The bus?" Colin laughed. "We're not that cruel. Fuck. Take whatever car you want."

"Sweet, I am so getting laid a hundred times today."

"As opposed to 98 times on a regular day," I said under my breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. Kyle skipped out and headed for school. Blake and Jason had cooked up enough bacon to feed an army and once we were finished, Blake let out a large burp, which probably was the signal that breakfast was over. Like a reverse dinner bell. We gotta gay this boy up or he was going to be a butt scratching, beer swilling, straight boy. The straight boy part was okay, as long as he was fierce and fabulous. Once we were ready, we took Kyle's truck over to the storage lockup and used the key we had been given. Blake was holding my hand and must have felt as nervous as I was for him. As the door opened Blake bent over to look underneath similar to what he had done at his birthday. Once the door was fully open, the smell of smoke was obvious. Some things were going to need to be cleaned and aired out. The biggest thing in the locker was the vehicle. It was a blue 2010 Toyota Forerunner. Nice vehicle and it had all the bells and whistles, if you like bells and whistles on your vehicles. Seriously? Bells and whistles? Who came up with that saying? Maybe the first cars were only sold to church people and lifeguards. I felt Blake's hand grip mine tighter as he looked at the car.

"That's my Dad's car," he said quietly. I felt a gut wrenching pain in my stomach and hoped that it wouldn't traumatize him again and stop him talking.

"Now it's yours, buddy." I said as casually as I could. We walked toward it and he opened the back door and climbed in. He rustled around for a moment and came out holding a toy and a travel mug.

"I left this here," he said holding up the action figure "and this is what my Dad used for his coffee." Shit I was going to need to be medicated after this day. We hadn't even got started and I was feeling nervous and anxious.

"I think the best thing we can do is load everything up in the two vehicles and take them back to the house and go through things there. We can go to the bank to get the safety deposit box after lunch."

"Good idea," I said thankful for any excuse to get away from the smoke smell of the locker. If we aired things out in the yard maybe it wouldn't trigger such powerful emotions. There was a lot of stuff. Some looked water damaged, but most was in good shape. I noticed a sealed firebox in the collection of items and wondered what lay inside it. If it hadn't been so personal to Blake, this would have felt like a treasure hunt. I made sure to keep my opinions and smart ass comments to myself as we loaded things up. We managed to get everything in the two vehicles, although they were definitely full.

I drove the Forerunner with Blake bizarrely sitting in the back seat instead of next to me. I didn't question it. We got home and began putting things out on the driveway. There was a bit of furniture that Blake explained as it came off. The one that seemed to hit him the most was a metal computer desk. He looked at it not moving for quite a while as we unloaded the vehicle.

"Are you okay, Blake?" I asked as I put my hand on his shoulder. He nodded and my heart skipped a beat hoping that he hadn't stopped talking again. It seemed like an eternity before he said anything.

"This is where we had the computer in the kitchen that everyone used. We had to have it there so Mom and Dad could see what we were doing all the time."

"That was actually a good idea," I said not wanting to add anything else that I might regret.

"Can we put it in this house?" He asked.

"Of course. We'll make sure everything that you want is cleaned up and put wherever you want it.

There was a dresser and some matching night tables that would probably need refinishing, but would fit nicely in Blake's room. I tried to open the fireproof box, but it was sealed.

"I guess we don't have a key to this," I said to Colin. "We'll probably have to take it to a locksmith to open it." Blake looked around quickly at everything in the driveway and ran over to an upright cupboard/armoire thing. He opened the doors and looked up and then dragged a side table over to stand on. He pulled a small drawer open near the top of the cupboard and reached inside and felt around, pulling out a key and handing it to me.

"I don't just spy on people doing sexy things in bed ya know," he half smiled as I tried the key in the lock. It opened the box. We would have to be careful if we planned on hiding things from super snoop Blake, although I couldn't imagine any need to do that. Inside the box were documents about the life insurances, mortgage details and other assorted legal papers that no longer mattered, but there were also several media cards and jump drives.

"Do you know what's on these, Blake?" I asked as I showed them to him. He shook his head no. "Okay, we'll check them out in a bit, once we get everything else sorted. There was a lot of stuff that looked like it had come from their shed, like garden tools, lawn mower, three bikes, some toys, etc. Blake jumped on one bike and rode it around the yard. It wasn't as nice as the bike we had bought him for his birthday, but somehow I figured this one might be more priceless. Some of the harder pills to swallow were the things that obviously belonged to his brother and sister. Girls toys, smaller bike from his brother, and things like that. We would just have to let the chips fall where they may as he looked over them.

There was a sealed bag marked `evidence' that looked official so I use scissors to cut it open. Inside were wedding rings, assorted jewelry, and a wallet and purse which were badly damaged. At first it didn't hit me, but then I realized what I was probably holding was the items removed from his Mom and Dad after the fire. The wallet and purse were probably what they had recovered for identification. I was almost sick as I looked at the rings, imagining them having been removed from the bodies of his parents. Super sensitive Justin was back and I wanted to cry, but knew that if I couldn't hold it together it would make it horrible for Blake. I handed him the two rings and told him we'd put them on a chain for him. He tried them on his fingers but the only ones they would fit on was his thumb, so he wore one on each finger. The man's gold band looked good, but the diamond ladies ring looked wrong on him, but he kept the stuff on. I chose not to give him the wallet and purse as they had been burnt in the fire and it just wasn't appropriate for him to see that in my mind. I tucked them aside out of view.

We had everything spread out on the driveway and Colin suggested we grab some lunch and take a bit of a break. We all smelled like smoke and were dirty from some of the items. Blake suggested grilled cheese sandwiches and soup for lunch which we both thought seemed like a good idea. As he prepared things, I heard Colin on the phone calling someone to come in and take a look at the furniture and for restoration if needed. He never missed a beat and just got on with things. I would have been happy to start cleaning the stuff with Blake, but Colin was used to just getting things done.

"We should probably have the car detailed," he said sitting beside me. "Help get rid of that smell and see if we can get it back to normal."

"I'll put Kurt to work on it when he shows up. I'm sure he'll enjoy the challenge," I said figuring I could pitch in with my own hired help. Colin agreed but also said that it may take some industrial cleaning if Kurt couldn't do it. If I knew Kurt he would do it or die trying. Once lunch was over, Blake asked if we could look at the computer chips we had found.

"Why don't we go to the bank first and get the contents of the safety deposit box and then we can stay home and go through everything," Colin suggested. We agreed and jumped back in Kyle's truck to head for the bank. We showed the manager the documentation transferring ownership of the box to us and then gave him our identification. Once he was satisfied, he took us into the back so we could open the box. He pulled out the long square box and set it on the table and left us alone saying to take our time. I felt like we were in a TV show. Blake stood on a stool so he could look inside better as we let him open the box, since it was technically his.

There was a lot of stuff in there. The first item that Blake pulled out was a men's gold watch. He looked at it carefully and read the inscription on the back. `To my husband for five wonderful years.' Blake put the watch on his wrist. It was way too big, but he didn't care. He was no longer wearing the rings but I had noticed that his pockets looked pretty full of stuff.

"There's a bunch of change in here. This must have been like a piggy bank or something," he said as he took each coin out and dumped it on the table, not really that interested in it all. They were old collector coins of some sort and no doubt we would get them appraised at some point. He pulled out a stack of papers and put them aside. Colin quickly picked them up to have a look at as Blake continued through the box.

"This is a marriage certificate of your parents and some letters from when they were dating by the looks of it," Colin explained. "We'll get the certificate framed for you."

"Cool," said Blake as he pulled out a box and shook it before opening it to find a bunch of jewellery obviously belonging to him Mom. He looked at it carefully and you could almost see him thinking of his Mom wearing it. There was a photo album that had pictures of his Mom and Dad at their wedding. I noticed that a lot of the jewelry in the box was stuff she had on in the pictures. Colin was still going through the papers.

He whistled softly. "There is almost $50,000 in Canada Savings Bonds in here. Some dating back more than 10 years which means they have reached maturity and will be worth a lot more than the face value. We will get them cashed in and put it in Blake's account with the money we received from the Foster parent stuff. This is money he can have before he's 18," Colin said being the ever consummate financial guy. Blake was now going through some pictures that were obviously having an effect on him. I put my hand on his shoulder.

"What are those?" I asked.

"That's my Mom and Dad. That's me as a baby. That's my brother probably on the day he was born, and my sister," he said quietly and reflectively as he went through them. The parents had made sure to keep their most prized possessions, their memories, in a safe place. I couldn't have been happier.

"We should put everything in Colin's briefcase to take it home," I suggested to Blake.

"Attaché," Colin corrected.

"Bless you," I said grinning.

We loaded everything into the soft sided leather bag that Colin and left the vault. We let the manager know that we were done with the box, but to leave the account active and set it up so that Blake could access it on his own if ever wanted it. We headed home and put things down in the living room. Blake ran to get the fireproof box as I got the laptop. We were about to find out what was on the storage disks. Blake sat between us as the first disk went in. It was thousands of family pictures and my heart seemed to skip a beat. This is the one thing that I had wanted for him more than anything. A way to remember his family. Each disk had videos and pictures and files of their lives. It would take months to go through them all.

"Blake, why don't you run and get your laptop and we'll copy everything into your computer for you. That way we can keep the original disks safe."

"Should we put those in my safety box at the bank?" He asked looking up at us with those big green eyes.

"I think that would be the perfect thing to put in there," Colin smiled. Blake ran to get his computer and we quickly copied it all across. There were videos of the entire family doing a variety of events from camping to the kids swimming. There were a ton of Blake as a little kid and I realized we now had a huge window into who he was. I was going to have to watch all of it. We all laughed when put his hand over the screen and blushed at the pictures of him naked as a baby and toddler, and the ones where he was in the bath with his siblings.

"Oh please, we see you naked around here all the time. It's not like we haven't seen it before," I chuckled as he went bright red. It was a good look for him with his blonde hair.

"Yeah, but you haven't seen it when it was small like that. Just when it has hair on it," he said as if that made a massive difference.

"Well if you ask grandma and grandpa, they'll probably show you pictures of Jason and me when we were little kids too. They love showing pictures of us naked in the bath together too. It's the way our parents get even with us when we get older."

"Yeah, Mom used to make me and John bath together a lot too," he smiled.

He was handling the trip down memory lane pretty well, but we wondered if it was better for us to be there as he went through them, or allow him to have some privacy. For now, we stayed to make sure he wasn't overwhelmed. There was so much of his family around him now that I worried he might blow a circuit at some point and we needed to be ready for that possibility. The big gold watch on his arm kept sliding off, so Colin offered to adjust it and went to get the small screwdrivers. He removed several links and put the extras in the firebox. He fastened the watch on Blake's arm and he smiled as it fit. It looked huge on his small arm but he couldn't have been happier. I half expected that he might want his ears pierced to wear his Mom's earrings. I took a look through the jewelry and found a few pieces that could be unisex including some more rings that might look nice on a chain for him. I was blinging him out Justin style. There were even a few diamond earring studs that could easily look good on a boy, and in time he might indeed want his ears pierced for them, but that would be his choice.

We had been looking at the pictures and videos for a while and I almost hadn't even noticed when Colin got up to deal with the arrival of the furniture restorer. I did notice when Kurt arrived as he entered the house and came to sit with us.

"You guys bought a bunch of new stuff huh? How come it all smells like smoke?"

I quickly took him aside and explained it to him. He apologized profusely at being so insensitive.

"That's okay, it's not like you could have known. The new vehicle needs detailing though as it by far the worst. See what you can do with it okay and if you need stuff to get the smell out, just let me know and we'll go get it."

"Why don't you just sell it?" Kurt asked.

"It's not ours to sell. It's Blake's. It belonged to his family and he seems to have a lot of memories associated with it. For now, we'll clean it up and protect it until he decides what to do with it. Maybe it'll end up being in storage and a collector's item, or maybe he'll want to drive it when he's 16."

"No problem. I'll keep working on it until it has a new car smell again," he said proudly. I knew he would. Later I'd go out and detail his cock with my tongue. I may be a Dad, but I'm still Justin at the end of the day. You didn't think I'd change that much overnight did you?

Colin came back into the living room to join us as Blake was glued to the computer as he sat on the floor going through things. "I just went over the bonds that he has and they're currently worth $127,000. I could leave them to continue building but I think we should cash them in as I can get a higher rate of interest in other places."

"You're the expert. I'll leave that in your hands," I said.

"127,000 dollars? Wow! Is that enough to buy a tiger now?" Blake asked as he quickly turned around to look at us excitedly.

"Probably, but it's not about the money. Legally we can't own a tiger, or kangaroo, or giraffe, or elephant, monkey, hippopotamus or any other wild creature," Colin laughed as he ruffled his head. "You know what we could do, I'll bet. We could probably adopt a tiger at the zoo and have your name put on a plaque."

"Cool. Could we bring him home sometimes and take him for walks and stuff?"

"Sure, right after he eats the neighbors babies and shreds the mailman," I laughed. "No, sorry bud, the tiger would have to stay in the zoo.

"Think they'd let me play with it in the zoo then?"

"Oh sure. You could feed it your arms and legs. You're kinda snack size for a tiger," Colin chuckled.

"A tiger wouldn't eat me. I'd just be nice to it and talk quiet until he gets to know me. I'm strong enough to wrestle him if he tried anything."

"Sure, all 4 foot 10 inches of you. You weigh about 90 pounds and he's probably 300. He'd step on you and eat you like popcorn chicken."

Blake giggled. "Tigers are cool. They wouldn't do that if you're nice to them. Only in the wild when they're hungry."

"I'll look into what the zoo will let us do," Colin said hoping that would end it.

"Cool. I'll Skype Cory and let him know" and before we could say anything he was calling Cory. Sheila answered and smiled.

"Hi Blake. I'll get Cory for you. CORY, Blake is on Skype for you!" She yelled. The screen showed the empty room until Cory bounced into the picture.

"Hi Blake. Oh, hey guys!" He said when he saw us.

"Guess what? We're gonna adopt a tiger at the zoo and they might let me play with it and stuff. Maybe we can even ride it. Wanna go?" Blake said quickly. I was just about to correct him when I couldn't help break out and laugh as Cory turned to ask his Mom.

"Mom, can I go and ride on Blake's tiger at the zoo? Is that okay?" He yelled. Needless to say, Sheila was at the computer screen in seconds, and we clarified the whole conversation.

"He can go to the zoo obviously, and if they let them go behind the scenes, I'm okay with it, but only if you listen to the zookeepers," she said looking at Cory.

"I'm not sure if they'll even be open to the idea. It just came up 5 minutes ago," Colin explained. "But a trip to the zoo is always a fun day out, even if we can't ride tigers, wrestle grizzly bears and climb giraffes." As soon as he said it he knew he made a mistake as the boys were now excitedly talking about climbing up a giraffe and getting in the pouch of a kangaroo to ride around in it. This could be an interesting trip. I could see us in the Matt Damon movie `We Bought a Zoo' before this was over, or worse, in the headlines, where monkeys took two boys up into the trees to raise as their own.

I let Colin and Blake hang out together and went to check on how Kurt was doing. He was shirtless and working hard on the interior of the car. He had taken everything out of it and piled it neatly in one area, obviously respecting what it meant to Blake. "You know if you work shirtless like that, you're gonna make some people super horny?"

"What people?" he smiled looking around. "There's only you and me here."

"Exactly! Did we tell you of our new rules around the house?"

"I don't think so," he replied.

"We've decided to have more nudity around here so that Blake can get used to seeing guys naked and be able to control his body better. The more you see naked people the less you think about wanting sex with them."

"How's that working out for you?" He grinned. "Something tells me if I worked naked around here, I'd never get to the work part. Still straight remember."

I laughed. "But see that's my point. If you stay dressed then we fantasize about what it's like to have you naked, but if you're naked all the time, then eventually people stop looking as it's just natural. It works in places like Europe, so we're trying it here for a while. Don't be surprised if you see us walking around the yard and house naked."

"Do I have to be naked?" Kurt asked.

"Well you and Patrick still owe me 12 hours of being naked anyway," I smiled.

"Yeah, true. Speaking of that, Patrick and I were talking and wondered if next weekend would be ok? We might as well do it and complete our deal."

"Sure. We're you thinking of Friday or Saturday? Or maybe coming Friday and staying all weekend," I smiled.

"You said only 12 hours right?"

"That's the deal," I agreed. "But I'll make you another one. Obviously part of the deal is for us to have sex together, but once that's over, try the whole nudity thing and see if I'm right about it. Work naked for a week and see how your perception of it changes. The first day or two you might be nervous or excited and throw some wood, but after that I bet you just accept it and don't even notice."

"If I'm not comfortable with it by the end of the week?"

"Then nothing. You continue as before, but others will still be naked, unless it cold or rainy or not nude type weather. I wouldn't want you to hate coming over. I'm still gonna try and suck your dick though," I smirked.

"That should definitely help me keep my penis down and not think about sex," he said sarcastically.

"Just helping where I can," I grinned. "You gotta drain those balls daily to prevent all sorts of things like prostate cancer, wet dreams, unwanted erections. So why not let me help you with that. You get a blowjob, I get to have fun. Plus after this weekend, I'm sure that Patrick will be a willing recipient of your cock too."

"I doubt that. We're still straight even if he is hornier than me, but I don't mind blowjobs at all, so I can try it for a week to see how it goes. Might be fun. Certainly would be an interesting experiment."

"Exactly," I smiled "I should let you get back to washing cars."

"What, no blowjob today?" he said smirking.

"I've created another monster," I laughed.

"Nah, I jerked off this morning. I'm just surprised you haven't tried to get my pants off yet. Me and Patrick can come over next Friday at around 8 if that's cool."

"Cool with me. That'll be your first test of being constantly naked. Oh and just so you know it's not all sex in case you're worried. Blake will be here too, maybe Cory, so it's just a normal night without clothes until I get you into bed."

"That's good to know. I thought you were planning 12 hours of non-stop sex."

"I'm good, but I'm not that good. 8 hours is my limit before I need a break," I said trying hard not to walk over, undo his pants and fuck the hell out him in the driveway. I was being, what's the word, restrained. Not like in a mental institution, the other kind of restrained. "Don't kill yourself trying to get that car completely clean today. It's gonna need several sessions before it's good."

"No problem. I'm gonna Febreeze all the seats and carpet and then scrub them next time to get out the smell. I'll have to shampoo the carpets a few times, but I promise you won't recognize the thing when I'm done with it. I just wouldn't put it inside with the other cars yet. Maybe leave the windows down too," he suggested. As he talked, I concentrated on what he was saying by staring right at his chest and those round perky nipples. I am such a good listener.

"Sure whatever you think is best, but we'll probably leave the car outside though, so it doesn't affect the others," I said as I went back in the house to see how the guys were doing. Colin had taken Blake down to the pool so they could take a break from the mental overload. I let them hang out together and offered to go make a tuna casserole for dinner as I recently found out they're not that hard to make. You just put milk and boiling water in a bowl, dump in the contents of the box, throw in the tuna and stick it in the oven for 45 minutes. Simple as that. Tuna Helper is as awesome as Hamburger Helper.

While it was cooking, I even set the table. I'm Justy the housewife. Kyle had said he wasn't bringing anyone home so it was just the seven of us. `Marvin' was finishing his shoot and would be home about the time dinner was ready. I ran upstairs and scrubbed myself of the smoke smell and came down in the nude to join Blake and Colin. I was surprised to see Blake in the outdoor hot tub.

"Nice to see you using the hot tub, dude," I smiled as I climbed in with them.

"This one isn't as hot as the indoor one," he said. "It's like a bathtub. Plus I'm older now so I can handle hotter water. I'm not a pussy ya know."

"That's true, you're not," I admitted grinning.

He swam back and forth across the tub as Colin and I relaxed side by side, covertly playing with each other under the water. `Marvin' found us and climbed in to tell us about his day. Blake sat on his lap to tell him about his day too.

"Can you move your penis? It's kinda poking me in the butt," he said politely.

`Marvin' reached under the water and adjusted himself as he smiled. "Is that better?" He asked.

Blake wiggled. "Yep, good. Thanks. I'm not supposed to let older guys put their penises in my butt."

"Always good advice...at your age," he smiled as he looked at us and flashed a big grin. Blake told him all about his day and was quite thorough. Marvin' smiled a lot as he listened and realized how much it had all meant to the little guy. Marvin' told us that the pilot episode of the show was going well and that J.P. had done his first scene as the producer and director wanted the executives to see how he looked on camera.

"If this show gets picked up, it's gonna be good. The plan is to have lots of guest stars to keep the show fresh and to keep people coming back to it. I saw some of the list of proposed stars and you guys will probably drool over most of them. I know some of them already and I know a couple that are gay, but can't come out because of their contracts with Nickelodeon or Disney. They'll probably wait until their careers are more firmly established."

"Like someone else we know," Colin said as he smiled at `Marvin'.

"Which stars?" Blake asked excitedly. "But they'll come out and see us won't they? You can bring them over and we can go swimming and stuff."

"I'm sure we can get them to come over and meet you if they have time. I can't tell you who the stars are yet because it hasn't all been confirmed. It's just ideas at this point, but I'll let you know if any come to town."

"Cool. I wanna meet Justin Bieber and the guys from Lab Rats and Austin from Austin and Ally, and Zack and Cody, iCarly, and all the people from Victorious, especially Cat and the guy with the cool hair. I can make a list and you can give it to your producer guy, okay?"

"Sounds like a plan." `Marvin' laughed.

"I'll make a list too," I teased.

"I'm sure you will," Colin smirked.

Kyle showed up and came out to the hot tub as naked as the rest of us. "When's dinner? I'm starving," he said.

"It'll be ready in about 20 minutes. We're just waiting for Alex and Jason to get home and then we'll eat."

"They're here. They were ahead of me when I pulled in. I think they just went upstairs to get changed," he told us. Kyle and Blake went to swim around in the pool for a bit. I dried off and headed to the kitchen to check on my gourmet casserole. I was just pulling it out of the oven to have a look at it when Jason and Alex came downstairs. I laughed when I saw them. They were naked except for a bowtie around their necks.

"We figured if we were going to go around nude more often, at least we could look civilized for dinner. What're we having?" Alex asked as he looked at my large bowl of stuff. I had used two boxes of mix since there were six guys eating.

"Tuna casserole," I said as I put it back in the oven after stirring it.

"Does it need to have tuna in it?" He grinned.

"Duh. Otherwise it wouldn't be a tuna casserole would it?" I said being sarcastically snarky but smiling. That's a complicated emotion to pull off in the nude.

"Then what are these for?" He asked holding up the two open cans of tuna from the sink.

"Shit! I forgot to put the tuna in it. Damn it! This is why we should always order in. Cooking is just too fucking complicated," I said feeling like an idiot. Alex smiled and dumped the tuna into a bowl and stuck it in the microwave for two minutes. He told me to take the dish back out of the oven and we could fix this easy enough. I put it on the counter and felt like as dumb as a...well, a person who's not smart, like...ummm, well I don't know any dumb people, but I felt stupid anyway. Alex took the tuna from the microwave and stirred it into the casserole thoroughly before returning the dish to the oven and setting the time for 15 minutes.

"There, no big deal. It's just tuna and it's already cooked so no biggie."

"Thanks buddy, I would have felt like such a dipshit if I'd served that to everyone without the tuna. Thanks for saving me the embarrassment."

"You're kidding right? I still intend to tell them, I just didn't want to miss the tuna in my tuna casserole," he laughed. "We're gonna remind you of this every time it's your turn to make dinner from now on."

"Asshole," I said trying to look upset. He hugged me so I hugged him back. "You two should go tell everyone that dinner is almost ready. I'm sure they'll love your dinner wear."

"Break it up, before this dinner turns into a sausagefest," Jason grinned.

"Awww, I wanted to bone your hubby before dinner. Kinda like an appetizer. A cocktail weenie," I said licking my lips.

"Cocktail weenie?" Alex complained. "This is a genuine bratwurst."

"Yeah and you're the worst brat I know," I said slapping his ass.

They took off as I put the plates on the top of the stove to warm them up. My Mom taught me that trick. Blake ran past me giggling and I had no doubt what he was up to, and sure enough he came down a few minutes later wearing my bow tie which looked overly large on him. I could easily see this becoming a new tradition around here. Once dinner was ready, I called everyone up and we sat around the table. The three guys looked dapper in their bow ties making this our first official formal wear nudist dinner and it was actually kinda fun. It would sure save on laundry, although we might need to steam clean the chairs and couches more often. After dinner, Blake challenged me and `Marvin' to foozball while the other 4 played pool. Then we rotated around. Blake took a lot of his stuff up to his room and the rest of us moved the furniture from the driveway to under the eaves of the house in case it rained overnight. I enjoyed walking around the driveway carrying furniture in the nude. I felt so European. I've been to Europe so I know they don't all walk around naked all the time, but it felt like a European thing more than a North American thing.

The next morning my phone and Colin's beeped at almost the exact same time. We each took a look and had identical videos. It was another attack on Allan Turner. He was walking along a trail somewhere as five guys jumped him, all wearing masks again. I assumed the sixth guy was the one filming. They dragged him into the woods and bent him over a tree stump and zip tied his hands to his ankles. They took out a pair of scissors and cut a hole in the back of his pants before taking hold of them and ripping them wide open. Then they cut the back of his shirt and ripped it open as well. Each guy fucked him, making sure to wear a condom like before.

"We told you, we're going to keep this shit up until you realize what it's like to be those little kids you fucked, you sick pervert. We'll make sure you get lots of practice being fucked before you go to jail where you'll get raped daily. If your son gets sent to a kiddie prison, no doubt he'll be popular, which would be too bad since he doesn't deserve it as much as you do. Having a father like you is probably enough punishment for him." Before they left, they wrote on his back in felt pen. `I like molesting kids and taking it up the ass. Fuck here.' Then they drew an arrow to his ass and slapped him hard as they walked away. The video went blank and we both deleted it.

"Should we try and stop this?" I asked. I could easily see the guy either running to the cops for help or committing suicide.

"Nah. Let him have a taste of his own medicine. This has nothing to do with us anymore," Colin said sounding very unconcerned. I was thinking about Ben and how he might be affected by all of this. If his father was sent to jail the kid would be alone. I was conflicted about it a bit. On one hand he had lured Troy, Kiel and god know how many other people home to blackmail and have sex with him and his father. On the other hand he was obviously gay and enjoyed playing with the guys. Maybe he was being abused by his Dad and only did what he was told to avoid pain or beatings. I wasn't sure about this, but I had to try and block it out.

On the weekend, we took Blake and Cory for a ride in the plane. We flew to Calgary with Colin, myself, `Marvin' and Kyle. Jason and Alex had some previous obligations, but we didn't mind taking Cory with us. I noticed that Kyle was a lot more professional as a co-pilot this time and obviously taking his training seriously, although it didn't stop him from doing his announcements.

"Good Morning, from the flight deck this is your Captain, King Kyle. Welcome aboard Kyle Air enroute to Calgary with a short stop in the lovely Republic of Kyle to stock up on twinkies. Flying time will be 40 minutes and we will be cruising all the way there..." the announcement stopped and we heard whispering over the speakers. "Sorry, we will be cruising at 27,000 feet all the way there. I thought that sounded too good to be true. Transport Canada regulation requires one passenger per seat during takeoff and that everyone be in an upright position. Please fasten your seatbelts and we'll have you up shortly...have you up in the AIR shortly. Enjoy your flight."

I wondered what type of twinkies we were going to pick up in the Republic of Kyle. Was it the small type that you had to unwrap and suck the cream out of...or the ones from the old Hostess company...

We taxied and took off quickly before I could think about it anymore. Blake and Cory stared out the window as everything went by. Neither of them were nervous fliers at all. We played cards and before we knew it we were landing in Calgary, where our first stop was the Zoo. This is not only a large zoo, it is also a dinosaur park, and even I had to admit I was impressed. It was basically in the downtown area of Calgary which was unreal. Imagine if the animals got loose. There would be dinosaurs roaming the streets of Calgary, like a Godzilla movie through Japan. The first animal had to be the Siberian Tiger which both Blake and Cory loved and couldn't get enough of. I could see why they liked it as it strut its stuff for us. If anyone asked my opinion of the tigers, I'd have to say, They'rrre Great!' We saw everything from Polar Bears to Elephants, Giraffes, Zebras and a Grizzly Bear. Blake took dozens of pictures of each animal and tried to get them to pose or do tricks for him. Most were very uncooperative. Marvin' was recognized several times and we stopped for autographs. Blake watched as each signature was given out as if he were the autograph police. He made `Marvin' stand in front of the many of the enclosures with him or Cory to have their pictures taken together. The zoo took up most of the day and entertained everyone.

"Can we come back tomorrow and see if we can ride the Tiger?" Blake asked as if we were just down the street from the house instead of 1000km away.

"We can go to the Vancouver zoo if you want," I offered, "but maybe not tomorrow. How about once we find out if we can adopt a tiger," I suggested. He seemed agreeable to that and jumped up on `Marvin's' back for a ride. Something told me he was milking his claim to celebrity fame for all it was worth. Cory rode Kyle who tried acting like a Tiger for him. I knew that the Vancouver Zoo had an adopt an animal program, but it wasn't anything like Blake wanted. You could adopt a Tiger for a hundred bucks and get come cool certificate, picture, day pass, name in a newsletter, etc., but nowhere did it say you could go in and ride it. I'd have to see what they would let us do. Maybe put food out for it like the trainers do.

Our next stop was the Calgary Tower where the boys loved the observation deck and took hundreds more pictures of the huge sprawling city, before we had dinner in the revolving restaurant, and flew back. Here's a fun fact according to Kyleopedia. `Calgary is the largest city, area wise, in North America under a single government.' It felt like we were getting one of those silly baseball stats from an announcer. "Singleton is the best left handed batter during away games, in the month of February, on even days with overcast skies where the temperature is under 20c.' We dropped Cory off before heading home where Blake uploaded all his pictures. I laughed as he made some animal noises when the various shots can up.

On Monday, I found myself looking forward to taking Blake to his diving lessons. After last week, I kinda wanted to see Kane again. I almost raced out of the house without Blake I was so excited. As I watched Blake dive, I found myself glancing around the pool frequently to see if I could spot Kane in his speedos. It took me a while but I finally saw him on the far side of the complex doing laps and listening to a coach. He was too far away to make out much definition but I felt like young teenager with my first crush as I tried to stare at him. Maybe it's because he teased me last week and I didn't get anywhere, or maybe I like the chase. Whatever the reason, I tried to play it cool and not run into the change room the second the boys headed in there. I waited a reasonable amount of time before strolling in casually, maybe 5 minutes, could have been 30 seconds; I didn't have a watch on. Once again the three guys were in the shower and it felt like déjà vu. I almost headed for the bathroom to see if I could get Kane to follow me this time. Instead, I stood and smiled at them.

"If you keep showering this much, you might get waterlogged," I said trying to teased Blake while not taking my eyes off Kane, or more correctly Kane's chest and cock. He smiled and took hold of himself as he soaped it up seductively; at least I think it was seductively. All I knew for sure is he was soaping it up and stroking it, causing some serious bulging in my pants. I had to turn away. He turned off the water and came up next to me, closer than he needed to. I could feel the heat of his body.

"How do you think the guys are doing at their diving?" Kane asked as he stood in front of me smiling. I wanted to reach out and take hold of his big swinging dick, but stopped myself before I did something stupid.

"They're getting better each week, I think."

"Decent. Diving's not really my thing," he admitted as we headed over to the lockers where the boys were getting dressed.

"You guys wanna come back to my place?" Warren asked. Blake looked at me with the pleading begging eyes.

"It's fine by me for a bit, if it's okay with your brother.

"Fine with me. Do you have a car?" I told him yes and he said just to follow him as we all headed out together. It looked like two kids with their big brother's. It felt kinda nice. I found out that Kane was 18 and a wrestler, which explained the build. He was currently attending UBC and lived at home. They didn't live too far away as I followed them home. Warren and Blake ran in the house together as he was excited to show off his room. Kane and I went inside and stopped by the kitchen for a bottle of water.

"Do you ever wrestle?" Kane asked. I looked at him and wondered if this was a trick question.

"Not really," I admitted figuring I should err on the side of caution. "I mean we did the usual stuff in high school gym, but nothing like standing on the ropes and jumping onto a guy and bashing his head in with a chair."

"Not that kinda of wrestling," he laughed as we went downstairs to where he had a whole setup of weights and floor mats. "This is where I do a lot of training. Buddies and I wrestle here between practices and meets."

"Cool. No wonder you're built like a tank," I said casually.

"You wanna learn some moves?" He asked. "I could teach you."

Let me think. Get on the floor and roll around with a hot guy as he tried to grab parts of my body. HELL YEAH! "Sure. We probably have a bit of time. I might as well put it to good use. It might come in handy for my own brothers one day."

"How many you got?" He asked.

"Three officially. I have two identical brothers and one three years younger."

"You're a triplet?"

"Yep, all three of us are," I laughed.

"Then learning a few moves could definitely come in handy. Let's change into proper gear. I have a singlet that should fit you." We went to another room off the workout area which looked like his bedroom. He pulled a royal blue singlet out of his closet and threw it to me and grabbed a red on for himself. He didn't waste time and stripped to put his on. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to leave my underwear on or not since the singlet didn't belong to me, but figured I would just do what he was doing and took everything off and tugged the stretchy thing on, trying not to look like a total idiot. I felt like I was being squished into a sausage casing. It sure didn't leave much to the imagination, as it clearly proved I was circumcised. This would NOT be good to wear in public. I could feel myself getting a boner just from putting it on.

"Looks good on you," Kane said as he felt it to make sure it wasn't too tight.

"Feels weird. I'd almost rather wrestle in board shorts. Wouldn't show off as much," I smiled.

"Yeah, but the idea of the tight slippery material is so that your opponent has nothing to grab hold of as easily," he explained. I could see myself springing a boner which would give him an 8 inch handle to grip. Seems like the spandex was defeating its purpose.

We went back out to the mats and he showed me how to get on all fours in the ready position. Boy was he preaching to the wrong guy. I'll bet I'd been in that position more than him. He got beside me and put his arm around my waist, and after a couple tips, he said to go. I tried to move out from under him but in just seconds I was pinned to the ground. Then it was my turn. I wrapped my arms around his waist and went to lick and kiss his shoulder and realized that might not be an official wrestling move. I said go and the next thing I knew he had spun out from under me and was sitting on his ass. He pressed back forcing me over, flipped and lay on me. So far, I was enjoying this wrestling thing. I wonder why it's not in the `how to be gay handbook' along with the lyrics to Madonna songs and required theatre shows to attend. This seemed like a perfect gay sport. This might be better than diving and seeing guys in skimpy speedos. He showed me a few more moves as we wrestled for a while. Or more correctly, he wrestled and I tried to get away from him folding me up like a pretzel and pinning me to the mat. He stood me up and smiled.

"You're doing okay for a beginner," he complimented.

"I am? I feel like a ten year old being attacked by `The Rock'." It's about the only wrestler I knew.

He put his hand on my shoulders. "It's all about trying to evade your opponent and anticipating his next move to avoid being pinned." He took the top of my singlet and yanked it down my shoulder and arms until he had peeled the whole thing down to my ankles tuning it inside out. I stood there basically naked in front of him. He took me a bit by surprise, but I was impressed at how fast he did it.

"Like you should have anticipated that move," he smiled as he grabbed my waist and tackled me to the floor. I wasn't sure these were wrestling moves, but what do I know. He reached down and yanked the singlet the rest of the way off so I was now totally naked in front of this hunk. "Okay, now you can wrestle nude," he laughed. Obviously he didn't know me very well or he'd know I wasn't embarrassed by that at all. I got back onto all fours without comment to let him know I wasn't bothered. He got beside me again and we wrestled. As usual I lost and he was on top of me with my legs pushed back as he pinned my shoulders to the mat. His crotch was grinding against my ass.

"I think you're getting better," he smiled.

"How do ya figure? I'm folded in half like an omelette," I grinned looking up at him.

"Yeah but it took a good three seconds longer than last time," he laughed. "Let's try that again. I got back into position and before we wrestled he handed me some water which I took. Then he poured a bit on my back and it ended up running down my ass crack. Talk about cold on my sweaty back. I not only had sweat in my crack but now cold water. At least I looked the part of a macho wrestler who'd worked up a killer sweat. We wrestled again and I fought hard to avoid being pinned. I was proud of myself this time as I lasted a lot longer, although I shivered a few times as his fingers brushed my ass crack and balls as we rolled around. If he kept doing that, this was going to go from wrestling to baseball and I'd be supplying the bat and balls. He flipped me over as if I weighed 10 pounds and slammed me onto my back. He once again had my legs back and pinned me to the mat. I had to learn a way out of that move. Kane lay on top of me and looked at me panting. "Better. You held on much longer."

"Thanks", I said as I looked at his brown eyes staring at me. He moved slightly and I felt skin on skin at my ass. I looked down and he had pulled his cock out from the side of his singlet and was aiming it at my hole. He was only about 7 inches long but the thing was super thick. I think he was even thicker than Jordan. He put his fingers in his mouth and got them coated with saliva before rubbing it all over his cock and pressed against my hole. I was still pinned and kinda froze in place as he entered me. I wasn't sure if I was having sex or being raped, but since he was so hot, I really didn't care. He fucked like he wrestled. His slammed his dick all the way inside without stopping to ask directions and once again I was pinned in seconds. He held me down and fucked me. My cock wasn't going to be denied a wild spontaneous fuck and rapidly got hard.

"Kane, can me and Blake have a pop and some cake?" Said Warren's voice from the door behind us.

"Get lost, I'm busy." Kane said quickly to his kid brother. Warren came down and stood beside us. "Wow, he's got a big dick," he said as he knelt down and took a hold and stroked it twice before Kane slapped his hand away."

"Take off punk. You're gonna make me lose my hardon."

"Yeah right. You fuck every guy that comes down here. You should let Justin fuck you, his dick is huge," Warren suggested. I was okay with that if anyone wanted me to join in the conversation while I was being rape fucked.

"Shut up shit head. I'm not gay. I just like a nice piece of ass when I can get one."

I smiled. He said I had a nice piece of ass. Just what a guy likes to hear from a stud as he's getting fucked.

"Well can I fuck him next?"

"Will you get the hell out of here? If you make me lose my bone, I'm gonna be pissed bro."

"That sucks. He could do lots of stuff like suck my dick or lick my butt or whatever. I never get to wrestle your friends." He took off and as he got to the door, yelled back. "Well we're gonna have lots of cake and pop then." I almost burst out laughing, after all everyone knows that if you can't have sex, cake and pop are the next best thing.

"Kid brothers, sometimes they are such little pests. The little shit has a 6 inch dick and thinks he rules the world, but he's already torn up some sweet pussy with that thing so I suppose he's learning pretty fast." He continued to fuck me and then bounced hard a couple of times before yelling out in what could only be describe as a war cry, and then emptied those big nuts into me. I could actually feel the power of the jets as they fired into me. He was really letting fly. He mustn't have got laid in a week. I was so hard my dick was almost blue in pain. I wasn't even that freaked out about Warren having grabbed it as I was so into the randomness of this fuck session. Kane pulled out as soon as he was done and dropped my legs. He stood up and yanked off his singlet so I could see his entire body. He trimmed his pubes and he looked so hot naked. "We should grab a shower," he said, so I stood up and followed him to the bathroom. I desperately wanted to jerk off and blow my load, but I also didn't want to miss anything else. He jumped in the tub and pulled the curtain closed. I figured we would be showering together but I guess not. I sat on the toilet and drained the cum out of me and wiped my ass dry. I stood at the mirror looking at myself. My hair was a mess and I looked like I'd run a marathon. I was waiting for Kane to get finished when he spoke from the other side of the curtain. "You can get in here if you want. I don't mind sharing." I didn't need to be asked twice and climbed in with him.

"So how did you like your first wrestling lesson?" He asked as he soaped his hair.

"Can't say I hated it," I smiled still feeling his thick cock inside my ass.

"What was the moved you liked best?"

"Probably the one where you bent me in half and fucked the hell out of me. That one was good," I laughed.

"That wasn't a wrestling move. I just needed to bust a nut," he said bluntly.

"So you told Warren you're not gay, is that true?"

"Yeah, I'm straight, but it doesn't mean I don't appreciate a guy who likes to take it in his pussy. A guys ass is tighter than a chick's cunt and it feels pretty good on this thick pole, so I don't mind. It's not like we do anything gay like kiss or anything. It's just a fuck."

"Fair enough. As long as it's not gay, then it's cool," I said almost sarcastically. Seriously? He thinks fucking a guy doesn't fit the definition of doing something gay?

"Exactly. Hey anytime you want to come over again for more lessons, let me know. I had fun today."

"Me too," I admitted but not so much about the whole wrestling thing. I would have preferred to just go straight to the end part. "You ever let your buddies fuck you?"

"Sometimes. The rule is that if you lose, you stand to chance of being fucked hard. That's why I always win. Not really into getting fucked so it's incentive to try harder to pin your opponent. That mentality stays with you for a match."

My mind wandered off to picture myself in the stands watching a wrestling match were the loser was bent in half being fucked hard, as the guy in the black and white striped shirt was kneeling beside them watching and counting. I am going to start going to wrestling matches, maybe I could be the losing opponent.

We finished showering and dried off before dressing and going up to find the boys. They had eaten half the cake in front of them and drank at least two pops each.

"Mom's gonna kill you dude. That cake was for all of us for dessert."

"Nuh uh! She's gonna kill you because you said I could have cake with my friend," Warren said as he mocked his brother. Maybe it's just me, but it's probably not a good idea to torment your older sibling who's built like a brick shit house and as strong as an elephant. Seems to just fit into the `world's dumbest moves' category.

"Kane has wrestling practice downstairs like every day. One day he's gonna be the next John Cena," Warren said proudly.

I'd have to take his word on it, and I'd look up that name when I got home. I wondered if that John Cena guy fucked all his wrestling partners at the end of every practice. "Come on Blake, we should get home, although something tells me you won't need much supper."

"Why not?" He asked looking at me as if he'd done something wrong.

"After all that cake and pop, I figured you'd be full."

"No way! It was only two pieces of cake. I got lotsa room for dinner," he said assuring me that he could eat. I still had no idea how a kid his size could shovel in so much food. He must have a stomach that stretched into his legs.

"Hopefully I'll see you next Monday," Kane said as we pounded fists. "I can show you some weight training stuff to try. It'll help build up arms and legs."

"Sounds like a plan," I said wondering if his weight training had the same ending as his wrestling practice. I'd make sure I was clean and lubed, just in case. We said goodbye to the guys and headed home.

"Warren asked if I could go over to hang out sometime. Do you think I could?"

"Maybe when you get to know him better. His brother is a bit aggressive, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt around him." I said diplomatically. After how rapidly Kane had taken my virginity, I was worried about how he might treat Blake. I'm not stoned. As far as I'm concerned I had been a virgin for at least 8 hours before getting folded in half and stuffed by beer can dick. "Why don't you invite Warren over to our place instead?"

"Cool, sure. I'll go let him know. Can he come over Friday?"

"Sure, sounds good to me," I replied.

The rest of the week was a regular one with nothing out of the ordinary. Blake had his morning tutor sessions, and then after lunch we usually went out to do things around town. We kept pretty busy, but I also made sure he had quiet time to himself when he needed it; or more correctly when I needed it. We stopped in to see Colin at least twice and Blake was always greeted like the important person he was. The son of the boss. If Blake knew we were going to see Colin he would dress up to look the part. It was a bizarre combination. I got the naked kid all day and Colin got the one in the suit. I couldn't find a book on whether this was good parenting or not, but at least we hadn't had any sessions of Blake trying to hump us at random, so something was working, and the unexpected boners were diminishing. I'll write a modern parenting book on how to handle your son as he enters puberty if this works. If he ends up going to parties at 16 and fucking the entire group, I'll delay the book until we have a second kid.

Friday night, Sheila dropped Cory off after school and the boys immediately ran down to the beach. I had told them to stay below our property and not go into the water. I had swung the camera around and zoomed in so I could watch, without them feeling like they were being monitored. It was a win win for all of us. The boys were getting some independence without being completely ignored. The same was true with Blake's phone. I don't think he knew we could track him via GPS on it, so if he went off on his bike, we could see his location at all times. I wasn't sure how old kids were when they were allowed to just go off on their own, but since we had just got Blake, I was still pretty nervous to let him out of my sight for long. The gate buzzed shortly after the boys had gone down to the beach and it was Warren. I had forgotten that Blake had invited him over today as well. Warren jumped out of their car when it pulled up and his Mom got out of the driver's side. Part of me was disappointed not to see Kane.

"Thanks for having Warren over. He hasn't stopped talking about it all week. He said Blake asked him to sleepover, but I don't think that's a good idea for a first visit," she smiled. I invited them in and told Warren that Cory and Blake were down on the beach. We walked to the edge of the cliff and I pointed down to where they were. Warren raced down the hill to catch up with them.

"Is it safe down there?" She asked.

"Yeah, plus the cameras are watching them closely on the house monitors and Blake knows not to stray past the property line."

"This is quite the house," she said looking back at it from where we were standing.

"Thanks," I replied not sure what else to say without sounding like I was bragging. I've always wanted to say something like, "Thank you. This is our summer home. The big house is being renovated at the moment, so we make do." I wondered if I could be a snob. It might be fun to try. I could have a triplet snob day adventure with my son. `Charles, bring the Rolls around and have Henry feed the ocelot before we return from our shopping trip in Paris, and do something about those dirt spots in the garden. They're absolutely filthy.' My mind was off and running and I almost missed Warren's mom telling me that she would be back at 9 to pick him up.

"I'll make sure he's ready. I should probably get your number in case I need it," I said coming back to focus. We swapped phones and gave each other our numbers. I walked her back to the house, making sure to show her the monitors watching the kids. She was impressed at how detailed it was. "The house system is also set that if Blake wanders past the property line it'll detect it on his phone GPS and send an alert to me. So they can't go far."

"I need one of those at home," she laughed. "Of course, wait until he's a teenager, or gets bigger than you. Then the real fun begins."

"I can imagine. I met Kane last week. If Blake gets that big, I'd just wave the white flag and surrender." She laughed as I walked her to the car. After she left I watched the boys play for a while until they returned to the house for dinner.

It was my turn to cook again, so I ordered pizza. You can't really screw that up. Everyone was home so Warren met `Marvin' and got his autograph when he recognized him. He was also impressed to meet Jason and couldn't stop looking back and forth between us.

"How can you tell them apart?" He asked Blake.

"You can't until you get to know them. I know because I live here. They act differently and say things in different ways. Plus you gotta keep track of which one went where so you can figure it out easier. It's harder when J.P. gets here. He's my other identical uncle," Blake explained.

"I'm glad I only have one brother. He's hard enough to figure out by himself," Warren said as he continued to look at Jason and me. I had to agree with his assessment of Kane. He certainly was hard to figure out.

The boys ran down to the pool to go swimming after explaining to Warren that he didn't need shorts. He found it fun to swim naked with the guys and they ran back and forth between the two pools. Jason and I joined them for a few minutes to throw them around before lying on the lounge chairs. Normally I would have stayed in longer, but with Patrick and Kurt coming over at 8, I figured there would be lots of pool time after that. Almost as if on cue the front door went and I ran upstairs to answer it. Both guys entered with backpacks in tow.

"Hey guys. Ready for your night?"

"As ready as you can get to spend 12 hours naked," Patrick grinned. "I see you already got started. What if we were girl guides selling cookies and you opened it like that?"

"Then they would have been in for a hell of a surprise. My revenge for them getting past my security gate and trespassing." I took the guys upstairs to the guest room where we would be sleeping and dumped their packs. "Might as well leave the clothes too," I grinned. "The guys are all downstairs in the pool."

As they stripped, and even though I'd seen them naked many times before, I wanted to spin them around, bend them over, kick their legs apart and fuck the shit out of them. I think I was a little horny. All this playing Dad was cutting into my getting laid time. We headed downstairs and as soon as Cory saw them he jumped out of the pool and ran over.

"Hi guys! Are you gonna sleepover too?" He asked quickly.

"Yep. We'll be here all night," Kurt told him,

"Cool, you can sleep in Blake and my room. We have a guest bed," Cory offered figuring they were here for him.

"They're sleeping in the guest room, buddy," I told him.

"Oh, okay. I guess we could sleep in there too. We can use Blake's sleeping bags and stuff and have an indoor campout."

"Sorry buddy, it's adults only tonight. They can sleep in your room next time they stay over," I told him trying not to be specific, but there was no way I was going to give up this night.

"Bummer. Maybe when you guys are finished doing adult things you can come and get us and we can have our campout then," Cory replied.

"Probably not tonight. Next time, okay." I said a little more direct.

"Okay. Warren, this is Kurt and Patrick. They're my Scout leaders. They know everything about camping and stuff," he said changing the subject.

They said hi to the 13 year old and jumped in the pool with them. We all swam around for a bit until Cory said that he was gonna turn on the bubbles to show Warren. He cannonballed back into the pool after starting the foam machine to wait for it to fill up.

"Come on Warren, you gotta check this out. It's like a giant bubble bath."

The three boys vanished into the bathroom to explore the bubbles. Patrick laughed. "I think that's the best room in the house, maybe next to the media room, although I never thought of it like a giant bubble bath before."

After about 15 minutes, I looked at the clock and realized that Warren's mom would be here shortly. I got out of the pool and went to the bathroom. The foam was almost to the ceiling so I shut the machine off.

"Hey guys, what are you up to?" I announced as listened for them.

"Nothing," they said almost in unison. Meaning they were up to something.

"Warren, your mom is going to be here shortly so you should get cleaned up and dressed."

"We're in soap bubbles, we're pretty clean," replied Blake.

"Fair enough. I'm gonna turn on the overhead showers so we can wash the bubbles away though," I warned. At full force the shower heads can be a little scary, but I'd just turn them on lightly to wash the foam away and get the boys debubbled. As the water began to pour from the ceiling and wash away the foam, the boys came into view near the back of the room. They were smiling as they grabbed bubbles and threw them at each other and tried to pile them on each other's heads. All three boys were sporting full erections, proving that they had been up to something, but I didn't ask or comment. Once the foam was gone they washed up and rapidly got back under control before heading out to the pool area. Blake and Cory wrapped a towel around themselves as Warren got dressed and waited for his mom to arrive. She was only a couple minutes late and as soon as she pulled up the three boys went outside together. My two were still wrapped in towels and shivered. They waved goodbye and then ran back inside to play with Kurt and Patrick before bed. The two older boys stayed naked as they all went upstairs to play a video game before I sent Blake and Cory to their rooms to get ready for bed. We agreed that they could watch a movie before going to sleep. I kissed Blake goodnight.

"Goodnight Dad," he said as he smiled at me.

Cory raised his arms and grinned. I laughed and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead as he put his arm around my neck and hugged.

"Goodnight Dad," he giggled. I shook my head and threw them the remote. I wasn't worried about which movies they picked as their TV had been controlled to only allow movies up to PG-13 which I figured was enough for now.

I headed back downstairs to find my two straight boys battling in a video game. "So how's the whole nude thing going?" I asked.

"I'm okay with it, I think," Kurt replied. I mean we swim around here naked most of the time anyway, it's just weird not wrapping a towel around yourself or at least putting in underwear when you go to other parts of the house."

"It's even weirder walking around outside like this. We should go hit the trampoline for a while. That should give you a whole new perspective." They finished their game and we headed outside. We wouldn't stay out long as the temperature was dropping rapidly. I watched them bounce on the trampoline and listened to their reactions. Naturally they made fun of each other as their cocks flew up and down, but after a while, it just seemed normal. We went back inside and I told them it was time to go upstairs. They both knew what that meant. We said goodnight to everyone and headed for bed.

End of Chapter.

I wonder if Justin will let everyone know what happened overnight with Kurt and Patrick or if he'll just keep the details to himself. Comments and suggestions welcome as always at outinwest@gmail.com and feel free to check out the PDF version of the story on my yahoo group http://dir.groups.yahoo.com/group/pridecanadabc.

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