The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 146

I sat at my desk at the window looking out at the kids playing in the yard. I had my pipe and was pecking away at the typewriter absentmindedly. Hands touched my shoulder and began massaging me which felt relaxing. Life just doesn't get better than this.

"Come on honey, Blake & Melissa are here and we're all ready to watch the start of the Homo games. The grandkids are excited that Travis and Trevor are our best hope to win for our sector this year. Take a break and come join us. Blake has to leave tomorrow to take his new position as Ambassador to Australia, so this will be the last time we're together for a while."

I agreed that the twins were going to rule at the Homo games, but was really upset that Blake was leaving with his wife and kids. I would miss them terribly. I got a kiss on the cheek and smiled.

"That's a pretty dress darling," I said as she came around to take my hand. You have to lie about things like that. Frankly I've never been a fan of her floral prints.

"Thank you sweetheart, now come downstairs," she said. I picked up my baseball cap and put it on to hide the bald spot and grey hair, as I still wasn't ready to face that.

I sat up in bed sweating and realized it was just another nightmare. God, how terrible. I was married to a chick and had a bald spot. I looked over at Colin and he opened his eyes to glance at me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, just had the craziest nightmare. I was married with kids."

"Oh thanks! You ARE married with a kid," Colin said as he rubbed my thigh.

"No, I was married to a chick who wears floral dresses," I explained.

"Yeah, that would be a nightmare alright."

"Blake was married to Melissa and had two kids and they were moving to Australia for him to become the Ambassador. Trevor and Travis were entering the Homo games."

"I think that's the last time you should have cheese and beer before going to bed baby. Sounds like you're also anxious to see the new Hunger Games movie. Ambassador huh? Our boy is going to be the Ambassador? Cool. Go back to sleep and let me know how it ends, but can you replace the wife with me this time?" he said as he lay back down.

"I dunno, she had pretty nice boobs," I grinned leaning over to kiss him. I was still a bit shaken that I'd replaced him with a girl so easily. I didn't immediately go back to sleep as I wondered if Blake was still 12 and went to check on him. He was sleeping soundly and still a kid. Whew, that was scary. I crawled into bed with him and fell asleep. If he was going to have kids and make me a grandfather I was going to make it tough for him to do that. Shit, I'm barely ready for this whole Dad thing, being a grandfather hadn't even been put on the bucket list yet. Technically I was still too young to even HAVE a bucket list. I awoke a few hours later with Blake staring at me with a smile.

"Hi Dad!" he exclaimed when he saw my eyes open. "Whatcha doin' in my bed? Did Dad Colin kick you out of your bed?"

"No, I had a nightmare where you were all grown up and married with your own kids, so I came in here to see if you were still you." I explained honestly.

"Yep, I'm still me. How many kids did I have?" He asked curiously.

"Two, and you were married to Melissa."

"Ewww, married. That WAS a nightmare. I've never even had sex with her Dad, honest!" he said putting his head on my chest.

I laughed. "I know that. It was just a dream."

"So what are we doin' today?"

"Well, you're going to school and I'm going to University."

"Okay, but what about my kids? Are they just going to stay home alone?" he giggled. "By the way, you're naked. I thought the rule was to wear underwear when we slept in someone else's bed."

"It is, but I won't tell if you won't." I smiled.

"I won't tell, but I think we both have same morning problem," he remarked looking under the covers taking hold of my erection. I gently removed it.

"I think we can handle our own problems," I smiled.

"He looked at me quizzically for a second then giggled again. "That was a pun wasn't it? `Handle' our own problems." I acknowledged that he was correct as he crawled on top of me and folded his hands across my chest. "You wanna play hooky? We could go out on the boat or in the plane or something."

"Thanks, but I think we both need to go learn some things to get smarterer," I smiled as I put my hand over his back. He wiggled again and I could feel his crotch rubbing against mine. "Blake, either lie still or go take care of your erection and come back."

He just looked at me and smiled. "I'm just lying here and trying to get comfortable, but your penis is pressing into me."

"Well yours is pressing into me too," I reminded him.

"You can sleep in here anytime you want Dad. It's fun having a sleepover," he said as he hitched up and kissed me. He giggled as he tried to bite my nose.

I pushed him off so he was lying beside me with his head back on my chest. "You're a real shit disturber, you know that right?"

"No I'm not. I still have a boner though," he smiled. "Do you still have one?" He said looking under the covers. Fortunately I didn't.

"We all wake up with one. Welcome to being a guy, but as you get older you figure out how to control it easier. Half the time you can pee it away or have a colder shower. It's just something you have to learn to deal with eventually. If you give into your penis every time it gets hard, you'll not have time for all the other activities in your life and you could miss out on a lot," I said with my hand still on his back.

"But it's so much fun to play with it Dad. I think it's the best feeling ever." He climbed back on top of me and folded his arms across my chest.

"You're not wrong there. Now will you PLEASE stop wiggling around on me?"

"Okay, but you have to move your thing," he said as he grabbed my dick and pulled it out from underneath him. "See, that's better and not poking me. So are we playing hooky today?"

"Are you seriously asking me that?" I grinned as I rubbed his hair. "Is there a reason you don't want to go to school?"

"Kinda, but I don't want to tell you. If we can't play hooky, can I take a sick day?"

I turned serious as it worried me that he was avoiding school. "Blake, you know you can tell me anything."

"That's not true, Dad. I told you about my naked adventures at school and you almost killed Conrad. Now he's scared to come anywhere near me and he didn't do anything wrong."

I tried not to smile. I scared someone. Cool. I really wasn't big enough to intimidate people, so this was a win in my book. Obviously my age and the fact I was Blake's father had some affect. "I'm sorry Blake, but it's my job to protect you. Sometimes you won't like it or even understand, but you have to trust me. I may not get everything right, but you'll just have to go with it until you're an adult. You'll make the same kinds of tough decisions for your kids one day."

"The ones I'm moving to Australia with?" he beamed.

"See...just like that. If that were real, you'd have made a decision that your kids probably wouldn't like since they'd have to leave their friends, but you'd make it for a better life for your family."

Blake was blinking and listening carefully, but I could see his mind working on something. I hoped he was processing everything. "It still sucks. You treat me like a little kid sometimes and I don't think that's fair."

"Sometimes the situation you're in is beyond what you should be doing at your age and it's our job to make sure you don't grow up too fast or get hurt, or do things you shouldn't. Like the fact you're moving your erection around on my stomach to make yourself feel good."

"I'm not. I'm just lying here, Dad." He said trying to sound innocent.

"Blake, I used to do it on the edge of the bed when I was your age, but I didn't have anyone to tell me why it felt so amazing, so I definitely know what you are doing."

He just grinned at me. "You can teach me that kind of stuff right? You know, Dad to son. Isn't that your job?"

"Yes. But it's not my job to have sex with you. Now you have a decision to make son. You can keep doing what you're doing until you make a mess and get into trouble from me, or stop and get yourself under control."

"Can I ask a question first?"

"Sure," I agreed wondering how his mind was working.

"If I keep going how long would I be grounded for?"

"I guess that's the million dollar question. Your first adult decision, son."

His eyes darted back and forth over my face as he processed it. I almost held my breath as he weighed his options, but I was going to allow him to make it. He lowered himself so that his head was on my chest and turned to put his ear to listen to my heart beat. It was faster than normal as this was a real test and I was totally freaking out. I felt him move again, and for a split second I thought he was going to go for it, then he rolled off and lay on his back beside me. I think I let out a big sigh of relief. "Good choice," I whispered as I patted his chest.

"I didn't want to be grounded," he said, but I had a feeling he also didn't want to piss me off either. We lay there for a few minutes without saying anything.

"So do you want to tell me why you don't want to go to school today?" I asked quietly. He turned on his side and looked at me.

"Conrad told other guys to stay away from me as my Dad was a psychopath. They aren't talking to me anymore and some of them are calling me names and pushing me into the lockers and stuff. I don't think anyone likes me anymore."

"I think anyone who counts likes you. Those other guys will get over it once they find something else to entertain them."

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Some will be like that, but any true friends will be there for you. One thing you can never do is hide from a problem. Face it head on and be strong."

"Like should I beat them up and stuff?" He asked leaning up to look at me curiously. "Once I'm better at karate, I could take them out easily."

"No. Strong like mentally. Violence is never the answer. Plus Karate is for self-defence only, not to beat people up. I thought that was like their number one rule. Just be yourself Blake and don't let people change you."

"That's super confusing Dad. I just tried to be who I am and you said I couldn't without being grounded. I tried to be myself with Conrad and you almost killed him."

I wish he'd stop saying I almost killed the kid. I barely scarred him for life. "Slightly different, buddy. I'm your Dad. It's my job to guide you with the best advice I have. It's up to you to decide to take it or leave it. Today, you made a good choice. When you let those boys have sex with you, in my opinion, you made a bad choice. But both were your choice to make with the consequences that go with it."

"Wow. That's hard to understand Dad. How do I know what to do and not do?"

"Sometimes you have to figure it out and think it through, or ask one of us for advice."

"I do that and all you say is I have to wait until I'm 16. I think this whole adult stuff is way tough. Maybe I could focus on helping Travis, Trevor and James grow up to be teenagers and stuff, but could maybe just me, you and Colin go places and do things as a normal family sometimes."

I almost cried at that. Even with two Dads he saw us as a normal family. "I'd like that a lot Blake, and I know Colin would too."

"So can we maybe go skiing in Whistler today?" He smiled hopefully.

"Nice try, but you're going to school. How about if we spend next weekend in Whistler?"

"Tomorrow?" He asked excitedly.

"No, we're busy this weekend, but next one we can go."

"Okay, I'll buy that. We have to shake on it," he smiled as he spit in his hand. Really? Spit? I can't remember if I ever did that with Alex or not. Gross. I went to shake his hand. "You have to spit in your hand too Dad." Double gross. I spit anyway and we shook hands. I wasn't sure what to do with a mitt full of spit, but he had no problem wiping his hand on the bed. I reached over for a tissue. Thank god he had some handy. If he'd been 9, I'd have had to get out of bed.

I took him to the bathroom for a shower and washed his hair as he still liked it when I did that, and I doubted he would be asking when he was 14. I was impressed that he never tried anything while we were in there. I think I may have won a major victory. We got downstairs to breakfast and the shock of what we saw almost prevented us from breaking out in laughter. The kitchen was covered in ice cream and the twins were sitting on the floor happily gorging themselves in chocolate. It would be easier to move than clean the mess up. Blake began laughing so hard that the twins got up and started jumping around with excitement, not realizing that all the laughing was at them. Of course as they did that ice cream was flying everywhere off their spoons, making an even bigger mess and causing more laughter from Blake.

"You want bweakfast, Bwake?" Travis said as he held a spoon up for him.

Blake shook his head. "Kids, huh?"

Alex was only half awake as he casually strolled down into the room and the look on his face was priceless as he stopped and looked around the kitchen. If a tornado had gone through Willy Wonka's chocolate factory it couldn't have created as much a mess as the twins.

"Holy crap!" Alex said as he stood there with his mouth open and slowly pulled out his phone to take pictures. We'd probably need them for the insurance company or some sort of crime scene investigator.

"Hi Daddy! Want some bweakfast?" Trevor asked as he ran up to Alex with a spoonful of dripping ice cream. I couldn't help it, I think I snorted with laughter.

"Thanks honey, but I'm not sure that's the best breakfast and I'm thinking you've had enough for all of us," he said putting his hand on Travis' head to stop him getting any closer.

"How about if I just get the hose and you put them in the back yard," I suggested. "And then we'll call the insurance company and say we've been vandalized."

"I'll volunteer to stay home and clean it all up," Blake said helpfully.

"Nice try, but you're going to school. Let's try and get some breakfast through all this mess."

"Can't blame a guy for trying. I can get breakfast at school. They give kids breakfasts if you want to eat there," he said as we tried to step around the mess. It would probably be easier to step through a mine field in North Korea carrying rainbow flags and yelling disapproval of Kim Jong Un.

"Blake, those breakfasts are for kids that don't get anything at home. They make sure that everyone has food to start the day," I told him. "It's not something you should be taking."

"I don't think so Dad, `cause lots of kids are in the cafeteria each morning. I think the school just likes giving us breakfasts."

"I'm pretty sure it's just for underprivileged children," I told him as I made my way to the cupboard without incident. The twins were still playing in the ice cream minefield and Alex was texting Jason to come down and help. I grabbed some food for all of us and handed it off to Blake to put on the counter, which ironically was about the only clean place in the entire kitchen. Colin and Jason arrived almost at the same time from opposite ends and stood in disbelief at what they were seeing.

"I supposed we can be thankful that they hadn't written all over everything in felt pen. At least this will be relatively easy to clean up," Colin grinned.

"God, I'm so sorry guys. I had no idea they would come down and do this. Boys how did you even get into the freezer?" Jason said looking at the twins or the blobs of chocolate that looked like the twins.

Trevor pointed to the chair close to the fridge which they had obviously dragged over. Jason and Alex each picked up one boy and held him out as they took them downstairs to the big bathroom. That would probably be the best place to sandblast them clean. The kitchen, well let's just say that would need a team of experts. We moved to the dining room and had breakfast. As Troy, Kyle and `Marvin' came down and saw the mess they almost immediately guessed the twins. It wasn't long before two naked three year olds ran past with Jason and Alex hot on their heels.

"It's like they're supercharged," Alex said as he was soaked in just his underwear.

"A few litres of ice cream will do that to you," Kyle smiled as we watched the show. The twins were running all over the house like cartoon characters, with Jason and Alex trying to herd them up to their rooms to get clothes on. Blake was laughing so hard that he was now hiccupping as he tried to eat. Once they caught the boys, they carried them off, promising to return in a few minutes to take care of the mess.

"I'll just call the cleaners," Colin said. "They'll be able to handle it fast."

"I dunno, I still think it'll be easier to move," I said chuckling.

"Probably," he agreed.

Kyle dropped Blake at school on the bike and I drove to University for another exciting day of classes. Still no Damian and I almost didn't care, except that I hoped he hadn't done something stupid. I was already thinking about the start of the new initiation for the `Q' pledges which began tonight. Alex had said I'd probably like this one, as they had 20 guys this time, so I cleared my calendar. Kyle and I agreed to be there since Blake was going over to Cory's, and the twins were spending the night with my Mom & Dad, their grandparents. My parents really hadn't got used to being grandparents yet. I think they figured they had a few more years before they had a houseful of little ones running around again. Just wait until we unload Blake and James on them with the twins. If they thought Jason and I were a handful, they ain't seen nothin' yet. Colin and Jason said they were going to spend the night at the Slam'r as they hadn't been out together in a while. I was okay with that as everyone would think Jason was me, making it look like I was out with my husband, and creating my alibi...muah ha ha.

The pledging began at 7pm, so we all arrived early at the first meeting point which was an old building in the industrial area around East Vancouver, and not our usual warehouse on the pier. We said hi to the other members already there, including the twins Brett & Levi.

"The only thing I hate about the robes is when you get a hardon it's kinda difficult to hide," Brett said to me as I pulled my robe on.

"What are you wearing under it?" I asked.

"Nothing. I thought we were supposed to be naked underneath," he answered.

I laughed. "No, you can wear your clothes, or if it's too hot, just leave your underwear on."

"Oh. I kinda like being naked underneath actually, except for throwing wood at times. Maybe the underwear is a good idea when I'm horny."

"Actually, I like the idea of you being naked. Maybe we should have Alex make that a rule. When we wear the robe we have to be naked, or at the very most wearing assless underwear or a jock strap." Since we were talking about it, I decided to join in with the twins. I pulled the robe off and stripped before pulling it back on. They both smiled. "You realize this will make me super horny and I'll probably need to have sex before the night is over."

"We can help with that," Levi said. "That's the fun part of the robes. We just lift them up and lets someone slide under to take care of it. They almost disappear under there. I'm surprised Monks aren't banging each other's brains out. I'd be so horny all the time if this is all I wore." I reached over and grabbed his crotch through the fabric. "Not cool!" He complained. "I can't go out there with a boner before we even start." I just smiled and gave him a couple quick tugs before we headed out to the main area.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you won't be the only one hard by the time the night is over. If you guys are still horny later, we can hook up if you'd like." Levi looked at Brett and they both smiled.

"It's a date," he grinned. "Do we have time for a quick round now? Anyone else want to have some fun before we start tonight," he asked looking around at all the guys changing. God, that's like asking nerds if they'd like to talk about the plot flaws in an episode of Star Trek. We'd never get to the initiation.

"Stay focused," Alex said as he took charge. "Pace yourselves, it's the pledges first night and we want to make sure they get the full welcome. If any of you still have something left at the end, then we can have some fun once the pledges are gone."

Levi pouted and put his head on his brother's shoulder. I just smiled and grabbed his crotch again. He moaned slightly, but I could feel he was already reacting. Despite Alex's warning I seriously wanted to drop to my knees and go under Levi's robe. The boy was hot.

As per Alex's request we were not only in our robes but we had all put the masks on too as he thought that some of the new pledges might easily recognize us. The pledges had been given a location close to the warehouse to meet, which was fairly isolated but open enough that we could see the road with traffic going by. Of course at this time of night we might be able to see the vehicles but they couldn't see us. Many of the newbies, or as I like to call them, victims, had already arrived and I smiled when I saw that they were all wearing white togas. They must have thought it was going to be like a frat party. We waited out of sight in the dark watching them mingle and get to know each other as more arrived. Once it was time, we stepped forward in a group heading towards them. While most of us walked, there was one of the black SUV's following slowly behind us. All we needed was a smoke machine so we could walk out of the mist and this would be a total vampire movie.

As we got closer, I was totally surprised to see how many I actually knew. A few were from the Quest Academy, which I suppose makes sense as it was a natural place for recruits. I recognized Chance, Erik and Darren, as well as brother's Brandon and Andrew. There were many I didn't recognize, but when I saw Tripp and Dickson step out from behind the group I couldn't believe it. Kyle leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You're welcome!" I nudged him with my shoulder.

"You know he'll never pass right?" I said knowing how Dickson reacted to things.

"I know, but I figure if you play your cards right, you might be able to fuck him before he does quit. Like I said...you're welcome." Kyle was always looking out for me and my cock jumped at the thought of finally getting to bone Dickson. There was just something about him that made my mind go all fucked up. I could easily see raping him against his will. I know that's wrong, but everything about the guy said amazing, except his dislike of me. But once he'd had my cock in him, his opinion would change. Of that I was certain.

Alex stood in front of them. "Welcome pledges. You are here to try to gain entry into the Q Society. While we're a secret organization, we are well known, and all of you have been handpicked to become part of us as we believe you possess the qualities we are looking for. If you pass the initiation activities over the next month, you will join one of the most powerful organizations anywhere. We have members all over the world ready to be your brothers whenever and wherever you need them. If you fail, you will never hear from us again and we will have built in assurances that you do not reveal anything about us to others. During your pledging, you will not talk about what you are doing or why, not even to each other. Remember we have brothers in every profession and will be watching you closely. But before we begin tonight, you must understand that when we call for you in the next month, you will stop what you are doing and follow our orders. You can expect to be tested for everything that makes us a strong brotherhood, from mental and physical, to sexual. You will be pushed to your limits, and challenged to overcome fears and apprehensions to better yourself and the Society. All our members have one thing in common. We are all gay or bisexual, whether you are out or still in the closet and you have been selected because we believe you to be a fit for us, regardless of your sexual experience. If we made a mistake in selecting you and you are not either of those, leave now." No one moved. "Good. Now we begin." He pointed at one pledge. "You step forward."

The pledge, who looked the youngest of the group stepped boldly forward and faced Alex who went over to him and without warning or hesitation pulled the toga from his shoulder and let it drop to the ground. The pledge immediately covered his crotch with his hand. "Good to see that you followed instructions and wore only the toga and nothing else. It is a sign of a good pledge. Others of you may not be so lucky. Turn around and face your fellow pledges." The boy looked at Alex quickly and then turned around as instructed. "Put your hands behind your head."

You could see his nervousness, even in the dark, and I'm sure we could all hear his heart beating loudly. He did as he was told and was now showing the other 19 pledges everything he had to offer. He was probably too nervous to get hard but at least he did as he was told. I could only see a side shot of him, but he did have plenty of pubes and an okay size cock for someone flaccid. Alex pointed at two more pledges. "Step forward."

They came forward almost up to the first pledge. If I were them, I would have assumed I was about to be made naked next. The one pledge he had chosen was a large guy. Easily 200lbs and built like a football player. The other was a black guy who was tall and skinny. They looked like they could be a comedy duo. From under the toga, you could see that the big guy was really hairy. If he had that much around his pubes, he would need a 10" cock just so we'd be able to see it. "Pledges, by the time we are done and you become members, you will know everything about each other, including each other's bodies. We believe that your ability to interact with each other without the confines of clothing, reduces you to basics and allows you to be yourself, without hiding behind a false persona. Tonight it begins by these two pledges getting familiar with...what's your name pledge?"

"Morgan...Morgan Sullivan," he answered in a very timid, almost feminine voice. I found it difficult to believe that this boy would make it through the pledging as he seemed scared shitless.

"Get familiar with Morgan here. Inspect his body, make sure you get to see his erection and check out all parts of him as he stands still." They did as they were told and looked over his whole skinny body and the bigger guy was the first to take hold of Morgan's dick and give it a feel. It didn't take long before it was inflating and standing up at a 45 degree angle in from of him. He was about 6 inches uncut, but once hard, the skin was pulled all the way past his head showing it all off nicely. I would have figured that with all the blood rushing to his penis, there wouldn't be much left, but even in the dark you could see his face was bright red with embarrassment. I mean after all there were 20 pledges and at least 20 of us around him, and he was the only one naked. After a few minutes, Alex returned the other two pledges back to the group and left Morgan standing there with his erection for everyone to see. He pulled two more pledges forward. Erik and Tripp, this time.

"As a brother, we need to make sure that you are obedient as well as considerate and kind to each other. Morgan here needs to learn some manscaping, so these two pledges will shave him from pits to pubes to clean him up. There is nothing messier than wild pubes or hairy asses," Alex announced as he looked back at the SUV and two members brought out a bowl of water and the shaving foam and razors.

If it was possible, Morgan looked even more nervous than before. He turned to look as the two masked members approached. "I don't want to lose my pubes," he squeaked.

"Be quiet pledge. One of the rules is that you do not speak until spoken to and you WILL be shaved smooth. If you keep talking, we'll shave your head and legs as well. That goes for the rest of you too. You may only speak when asked a question. If you need to ask something, drop to your knees and lower your head. If we acknowledge you, you will be allowed to talk. Pledges, remove all the hair on his body from his underarms to his groin and ass. If you leave even one hair, you will be punished."

They were handed the razors and trimmer. Just as they were about to start, two members went up and relieved them of their togas as well. Now we had three naked pledges outside in the parking lot. It was pretty hot watching them shave Morgan and having him bend over so they could do his ass. By the time they were done, almost 15 minutes later, all three had erections. During that time, each of the other pledges had been checked by Q members. Their togas had been lifted to see what they had underneath and notes made. Some of the pledges looked at others as togas were lifted to expose the guys around them, others just stood still and faced forward. It was an interesting mix of guys. Once the shaving was done, the pledges stood back.

Alex stepped up and walked around Morgan. "Do you think you have completely removed his hair and are happy with the job you have done?"

Both pledges indicated that they were satisfied and Alex gave them one last chance to check Morgan before he was officially inspected. They were smart enough to take the offer and once again went and checked him thoroughly. They must have found a few hairs as the shaved them off quickly. Once they were finally done and confident, they stood back. As they did, the SUV backed in closer and all the shaving stuff was put away. Alex had two members check Morgan's body with a light and once they were done he asked for the results.

"We have found 37 hairs on him," one member told him. 37 seemed like a lot but it really wasn't. They were probably fine hair, or short ones that a razor could miss easily, especially in your ass crack. I find that when I'm shaving my own ass. I could swear I was as bald as a baby and then after drying off I feel a few. No matter how hard I try. Look out laser hair removal, here I come.

"You two pledges, put your hands on the tailgate of the SUV, bend over and spread your legs," Alex told them. Erik and Tripp did as instructed as Alex went down the line of pledges and dropped the togas of two more guys. One was wearing underwear, so he went to another which was Dickson. He dropped his toga only to find him with underwear as well. Somehow that didn't surprise me. He picked another. He pulled the two naked guys forward. One of those was 16 year old Brandon Chapman. His 18 year old brother Andrew was also in the group, so this could turn interesting. The other pledge I didn't recognize, but I'm sure we'd get to know them all soon enough. "These two pledges missed 37 hairs on pledge Morgan. You will show them that we expect our pledges to follow instructions perfectly. Each of you will pick a pledge and fuck him 37 times. But before you do, we'll get them ready for you."

Two members stepped forward and fingered a generous amount of lube into both Tripp and Erik. I could almost hear Tripp moaning in pleasure, and Erik certainly wasn't unfamiliar with being fucked since his boyfriend Darren was probably giving it to him regularly, although if I remember correctly, he was more of a top. Then the members got behind the pledges, lifted their robes over the backs of the two pledges and from the sound they both made, inserted themselves and began fucking. Nothing looks as hot as a guy getting fucked outside under a lifted robe, and from the reaction of Brandon and the other pledge, they seemed to agree as they both went almost instantly hard. Neither boy was huge, which might be a disappointment for Tripp, but I'm sure he wouldn't object. After a minute, the members separated themselves from the pledges. I had no idea if they'd cum or not, but according Alex, Erik and Tripp were now ready to receive their punishment. Brandon was put behind Tripp and the other pledge got Erik. They were guided inside and told to go ahead and fuck 37 times. The other pledges kept count. At 37 they were pulled out. I don't know who groaned the loudest, Tripp or the two guys doing the fucking. How mean not to let them cum. Someone was going home with blue balls tonight. At least I assumed no one had cum. Both were still pretty hard and were turned around so the rest of the pledges could see. There was more than one erection showing under the line of togas, and no doubt half the robed members were sporting major wood too. Everyone was sent back to the group together and one pledge dropped to his knees and bowed his head to receive permission to speak.

"What do you want pledge?" Alex asked.

"I'd like permission to take a piss, sir," he asked.

"Fine, step forward. What is your name?"

"Jessie, sir."

"And how old are you, Jessie?"

"19...sir" he added quickly.

"Pledges, we have a 19 year old that can't hold his piss, but we're not inhumane here. We take time for bathroom breaks, food and water while pledging as we need you at your best. Pledge Jessie, go ahead and drop your toga."

He did as he was told and stepped out of it. The toga was moved slightly away but just in front of him. We had our first opportunity to look at this pledge naked. He had a little hair around his quarter size nipples and a treasure trail running from the belly button down to his trimmed pubes. His cock looked large, but probably because he had a long foreskin hanging over it and his balls were a good size, making it stick out nicely. Alex told him to show the head and pull the skin back. He did it without any big deal and it sure make his cock look smaller once he did it. "So you need a piss badly I assume or you wouldn't have stopped what we are doing?"

"Yes sir," Jamie replied. A member came up behind him and took hold of his cock.

"Go ahead and take you piss while we all wait," Alex said bluntly.

"Here?" he asked stunned.

"Of course. We all do it and as I mentioned earlier, we are a brotherhood. We are not shy and need to know that you can be comfortable around your brothers before you join the `Q'. Let's see how badly you needed this piss."

You could see Jamie wasn't expecting this, and he'd probably never had someone hold his dick while he emptied his bladder. I don't think many of us had. I know even I would be pee shy if someone held my cock. Don't even try to get me to poop with someone in the room. That is the only time I want absolute privacy. I don't need them hearing or smelling that at all. Poor Jamie looked like he was struggling, but his body took over and the piss began to flow. I almost laughed as the member holding his dick aimed the stream at the crumpled up toga on the ground. He made sure to soak it thoroughly as we all watched him take a leak. He wasn't kidding about having to go. I think I timed it with a calendar. By the time he was done, his toga was completely drench but he looked less stressed now that he'd relieved himself.

Alex added that stress back on almost immediately. "Does that feel better, pledge?"

"Yes sir. Thank you sir," Jamie replied quickly.

"Okay, good to hear pledge. Let that be a note to all of you. We will listen if you drop to your knees to ask for permission to speak. We want you to be able to tell us if you need something. Go ahead and get dressed pledge and return to the group. A few pledges snickered and then caught themselves as they probably realized that it could have just as easily been them in this situation. Jamie looked at the piss soaked toga on the ground and then back at Alex as if to say something. He chose the wiser option of being quiet and gingerly getting back into the cold, wet, and smelly toga before rejoining the group. The others moved aside to give him plenty of room. Alex wasn't done yet and I had no idea he had such a mean streak. He had the naked pledges go up and give Jamie a hug to let him know it was alright. Nothing worse than hugging someone covered in piss.

Fortunately they didn't have to wait long for the next activity. After a brief pause, probably to let Jamie be even more uncomfortable, the rest of the togas were removed from the pledges and placed in the SUV. Jamie's was tossed in a dumpster close-by. Four pledges were wearing underwear, so those were removed, and since most had something on their feet, those were taken away as well. The SUV drove off and Alex instructed the pledges to follow us. We walked the block back to the warehouse with the naked pledges in tow. A lot of the guys had their hands over their crotches. Typical for new pledges, but something they would get over quickly. Once we arrived at the entrance to the warehouse, they were told to stay outside while we all went in to prepare for them. We lined up on either side of the door stretching as far as we could across the room. One by one the pledges were sent in and we welcomed them by grabbing their cocks and balls and fondling them for as long as we could before they got to the next one in line. By the time they got to the far end, every one of them had an erection and was taken to the bathroom and shower area. Body types were quite a range, from smooth and thin to hairy and heavy set, and from small dicks to overly large. I made a note of who I liked so I could be ready in case I was asked to help. The pledges were given 15 minutes to use the bathroom and clean up. No doubt Jamie would be showering the longest, along with the guys who had hugged him. Once they were done they reassembled in the main warehouse.

"Pledges who were wearing underwear at the beginning, step forward," Alex said. The four guys stepped up and waited as four of the `Q' approached. "Since you can't follow directions as well as the others, we will have to punish you for the week. These will be attached to you and removed the next time you show up." One of the members held up a cock cage and I smiled. This could be interesting. "You will be able to piss and shower as normal, but these will prevent you from touching your cocks all week. I strongly suggest that you do a lot of exercises, take plenty of cold showers and don't get into any sexual situations as they become very uncomfortable if you get an erection. When you take a piss, it is also advised that you rinse with water as soon afterwards as you can otherwise it could smell bad by the end of the week." As he was giving them instructions, one by one the penis prisons were being fitted and locked in place. He made sure to turn the four boys around so everyone could see how they looked. He tapped a few of them on the plastic case to prove his point about how unavailable the penises were.

"Okay, get back line," he told them. Dickson looked the most unhappy of all the pledges. I guess he wouldn't be getting laid this week. "Pick two of you for the next task."

The group talked briefly before Chance and one other pledge named Tom stepped forward. "The two of you will pick 9 other pledges to join your team." They chose one by one using playground rules until there were 10 people per team in total. "Now split your team into two," Alex told the makeshift captains. There were now four teams of five each.

"Have your first team step forward," Alex instructed. Five guys from each side stepped forward and the others were told to go sit down. A large plastic square pool was dragged out by several Q members and placed in the centre of the floor. "Each of you will enter the ring one at a time with a bucket of paint. Your job is to paint your opponent from head to toe in your team color. The first one to completely paint his opponent will be the winner. The team with the most wins will be rewarded. The team with the least wins will be punished. Once you think you have completely painted your opponent, jump out of the ring and we will inspect the loser. If there is no hair or skin showing, except for around the eyes, you will be declared the winner. If you fail, your opponent will get one free swipe with his brush, so be sure before you declare yourself the winner. The first two, enter the ring."

The first match looked like it was going to be a slam dunk as David versed Goliath. The smallest Asian boy went up against the large jock guy. All the big guy would have to do was sit on the little guy and paint him as easily as Leonardo DiCaprio painted the Mona Lisa. (Found out later it was Leonardo DaVinci, who knew!) The start the match surprised all of us; the little guy was all over the place and each time he got near the larger guy, he swiped him with the paint.

"Pledges, you're being too quiet! Cheer on your team mate. You want to win don't you?" Alex boomed out.

The place erupted into yelling and cheering, not only from the pledges but from the Q members as well. It wasn't long before the Asian boy jumped out of the pool area like a kangaroo and was quickly declared the winner. The big guy had barely painted half of the smaller guy. As each of the five got into the ring, the group got more and more excited as they got closer to the end. Finally Tom's team had won three to two.

"It's now time for the second team's task. Each pledge will get on their hands and knees, asses facing each other. We will insert a double headed dildo into each ass until you have a grip of it. You have two ways to win. Either pull the dildo out of the other guys ass using only your clenched cheeks, or push it in far enough that they call out to quit."

The first up was Tripp up against Darren. Both bottom boys, so this should be interesting. They got on their knees and an incredibly large dildo was brought in. At first I thought it was a snake, but it was only a 24 inch double ended dildo. The fascinating part was that the head of each side was like a large ball. Once it went in, and the sphincter clamped around it, it was going to hurt if they yanked it out of the other guy with force, especially if they had their ass clamped tight. Everyone watched as the dildo was inserted into each pledge. On go, they would have two choices, go forward and try to pull it out of the other guy, or go backwards and try to slam it in. Either way they were going to have to have extreme ass muscles to prevent the giant rubber dildo from moving in either direction.

"Get ready. Go!" said Alex. Both pledges moved forward and almost simultaneously groaned as the dildo tried to pull out of each of their asses. Then they changed directions and tried to back up against each other. The dildo bent as they backed up and if one of them unclenched for even a second they were going to be in for one hell of a fuck. They may both be bottoms, but I doubted that either of them could handle 24 inches. Both guys moved around quite a bit on the floor as they tried to trick each other by changing directions. At times you could see the pain on their faces. At one point Tripp must have relaxed as the dildo shot a few inches into him and he cried out. He recovered slightly by scrambling forward. His next move was to go quickly left and then scramble right, and forward at the same time. I guess Darren hadn't expected it and the dildo popped out of his ass and he fell forward immediately grabbing his ass. The look on his face showed how much it had hurt and I think all the other pledges were rapidly changing whatever strategies they had been planning. Tripp carefully removed the dildo from his ass and commented on how big the ball was as it came out.

"I may never be able to use my ass again," he complained as he returned to his team. The dildo was bleached and cleaned before being given back. The next pair were the two brothers Brandon and Andrew. Brandon was the younger brother but he gave it his best and quickly claimed victory when Andrew cried stop as the dildo went about 9 inches into him. The Q brothers slowly removed the dildo from both pledges. After all the pledges had gone, Chance's team had taken three over Tom's two. The teams were now even at 5 apiece, and there were some very sore asses and multicolored pledges. They were sent to the showers to clean up and told to return within 15 minutes.

"We have a tie. Captains step forward. Each of you will be given a hundred dollars. Your task in order to win is to go and buy as many things as you can and return with them. The only rules are that you must have a receipt for it and you must pay a fair market value for whatever you buy. Oh, and you stay naked. Good luck. You have one hour to get back. The one with the most items win, and if both of you have the same number of items, the one who gets back here the fastest will win. If you don't get back in an hour, you will be eliminated." He gave them the time and the two captains bolted out of the door, their white asses disappearing into the night. "While the rest of you wait to see which captain returns to claim victory, you all have your next task. You will form two new teams of nine pledges each. The way you determine team is by penis size. The four of you in cock cages are exempt with two on each team. You will get erect and measure each other and form two identically sized teams based on total overall penis length, so hopefully one of you is good at math. To make your lives easier, we will measure in centimetres. Oh, and you can't jerk yourself off to get hard, you must help each other. Once you are at your hardest have someone measure you along the top of your shaft and record your size. Then break into your teams." He threw them a couple of markers to write down their sizes.

Alex turned and headed into the back room and we all followed him leaving the pledges alone. Once we were in the back room, the members began talking excitedly about who they thought had potential and who wouldn't make it. None of them thought Dickson would, and they all felt sorry for the guys with the dildo challenge as it looked painful.

"You know who I'd like the pound the hell out of me is Grant, that big solid jock," Levi said. "I think his muscles have muscles and from what I hear, he's a total top."

"Fuck yeah," Brett said. "We could take turns and see how durable jock boy is."

"Is that the type of guys you like?" I asked a little surprised.

"I prefer that type as there's something so powerful about them. They grab you and can lift you off the floor while they fuck the shit out of you. Feels like they could crush you with their muscles. Most of them do it like they're going for a touchdown," Levi said.

"Too bad," I said slightly disappointed. "I'd love to get that sweet ass again."

"No worries Justin. That hot cock of yours is welcome in my hole anytime," Levi grinned as he reached for my crotch. "Why don't we have a quickie right now and let everyone watch?"

Alex walked over. "You might want to save it until afterward. The night isn't over yet," he suggested, continuing to be his Xtreme self. An Xtreme killjoy. "Let's get back out there and see how boned up the pledges are. We all put our robes and masks back in place and headed out to find the pledges in two teams. Some were still hard, and others were deflating. They had written their penis sizes on the palms of their hands. I made a quick scan to see who was the largest. They would go to the top of the list. We made the pledges get everyone hard and keep them that way until their captain's returned, just to give them something to do. Plus it was fun to watch.

The first captain back was Chance, followed less than 10 minutes later by Tom. Each had bags full of stuff and dumped it out. Tom had a hundred flowers that he had gotten for a dollar each from a place that was clearing them out for the end of day. Chance had a bag full of pic-n-mix candy. There were more than one hundred pieces, so he won. His team cheered and patted him on the back. Both admitted they had found something to cover themselves with before going into public and told the store owners they were doing a frat pledge.

"So we have a winning team and a losing team. Part of being in a brotherhood means you make sacrifices and tonight's sacrifice for the losing team is your hair. The winning team will shave your head with a number three razor and for those of you with body hair from the neck down, you'll leave here as smooth as a baby. Walk now if you don't want to be part of the brotherhood. Some of the pledges looked around and there were a few nervous glances as some were obviously thinking hard about it, but one thing with guys, they never want to chicken out in front of other guys. Gay or straight, we're all the same. Razors, shaving cream and trimmers were brought out and it began. 10 pledges had their heads shaved. Not down to the scalp but like army boys. Then anyone with body hair had it all removed right down to their toes. When the hairy guys started to have it grow back they were gonna be itchy as hell. Once the task was completed, the pledges were made to stand in a row to be inspected and once they were approved, Alex stepped back up.

"Since we're a brotherhood, it's always fair to even things out. Pledges that were just shaved, you may choose one of the other team as your partner. Then it's up to you what you ask them to do. You can ask for a blowjob, you can blow them. You can fuck or be fucked. It's your choice." One at a time the pledges partnered up and completed their task. Some were cautious and only went for blowjobs, while others went for full on fucking. Some looked like they were taking revenge for being shaved, but after the required length of time, Alex stopped them in the middle of whatever they were doing. He didn't even let them cum. So mean. The guys in cock cages were limited as to what they could do, which was even meaner.

"We're almost done for tonight. During the week, none of you will wear underwear or masturbate until we summon you again. Each of you will receive a task by text which must be completed in the time allotted regardless of what else you are doing. We know your class and work schedules, as well as your cell phone numbers. The first text will say `incoming Q'. You will have two minutes after that before the instructions arrive. Then you will follow them exactly. Those who fail the task will not be sent any further communications from us and your pledging will be over. Those who pass, will get an invitation to the second of your four tests. To show you how each brother looks after the other, we want each of you to line up against the wall and bend over. One of the brothers will fuck you and when he cums, you may take your shoes and toga and leave for the evening. Good luck to each of you and we hope to see you next week."

Quickly the members took a pledge and fucked them. I hesitated too long and lost my chance to fuck Dickson as someone else got to him first. I may never get to fuck this boy, so I took the Asian dude. They always have such hot firm asses. It looked amazing with a line of black robes fucking a line of naked pledges. I could see a few reaching around to jack off the guy they were with. The only ones that couldn't enjoy it were the guys with cock cages. One by one the pledges left and we had finished another successful night.

I went up to Brett and Levi. "So you have enough fun or you want to come back to the house and fuck all night?"

"Yeah, we're up for that," Brett grinned. So we did just that. Alex stayed behind to work on a few details for the next tasks as Kyle and I took the twins home. I made them 69 each other and as one was on top I fucked him and then they rolled over and switched positions and Kyle fucked the other one. We kept it up for a few hours and by the time we were done all of us were exhausted. We slept late and I cuddled up with Kyle while Brett and Levi were almost on top of each other. When we finally woke up, we put the twins side by side on their back and Kyle and I gave them a nice morning fuck. They kissed each other which made it even hotter. We found out during the course of the night, that they actually slept in the same bed at home, and had done all their lives. Their parents had tried splitting them up at one point by giving them their own rooms, and their own beds, but they always ended up together, until the parents just stopped trying. My parents had given Jason and I our own rooms right from being little kids. God knows how we would have grown up if we slept together. We might have ended up sex crazed homos...

Once we had all cum, we showered and went down to breakfast. We had decided to go swimming and hit the hot tub, so had gone down naked. Jason, Alex and the boys were already there as they had picked up the kids at my parents earlier this morning. The two adults were dressed, but the kids were running around with nothing on. I looked at the kids and gave an inquisitive frown to Jason. "As soon as they got home, the clothes came off. We gave up trying to get them dressed, so we figured leave them this way they are until they're either cold or we have to go out."

Alex smiled at our group. "God, I feel left out. It's like a twin convention." With Travis and Trevor, Brett & Levi, and Jason and myself, I could see his point. I wonder if twins somehow find other twins automatically, like a homing beacon. Like a twin version of gaydar. "I guess you'll have to be my twin for the day, Kyle," he said as he put his arm out and Kyle went up to stand beside him.

"We're going swimming," Travis said looking up at Brett.

"So are we," he told them.

"Yay!" the twins yelled in unison, jumping up and down. Guess it was twin day at the Masters-Worthington aquatic centre. Colin came downstairs with a guy I'd never seen before. Both of them in their underwear. He was easily 6 foot five, toned and had a little hair on his chest.

"`Morning," Colin said as he kissed me. "This is Mike. He's from my hometown in L.A. and was at the club last night. Figured I'd show him a little Vancouver hospitality. Mike, this is my husband Justin, Kyle, and my brother's-in-law Justin, Alex and their boys Travis and Trevor. These are friends Brett & Levi."

"Nice to meet you all," he said looking around at us. "Did you say husband?"

"Yeah. I'm married to Justin."

"Ummm, God, I'm sorry. I didn't know that last night. Sh... shoot."

"No need to be sorry. We're pretty open around here as you can see by the fact half the house is naked."

"Are you all twins?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, Kyle is my twin for the day. The rest are stuck with each other permanently." Alex laughed.

"Wow, how cool is that!" He said looking at all of us.

Brett was the first to say what we were all thinking. "Let me guess. It's always been a fantasy of yours to do identical twins?"

"That common huh?" He blushed at having been so obvious.

"Yeah, pretty much the first thing guys think about when they know we're gay."

"And the answer to your second question, is yes we do?" Levi said before Mike spoke again.

"My second question?"

"Do we fool around together?"

"Guys!" Alex said with a warning as he pointed to the twins. "Let's keep it family friendly."

"Sorry Alex," Colin apologized as he got cereal and coffee for himself and his guest. The twins ran off to the pool dragging their new friends, Levi and Brett, with them. Kids make friends so easily and being naked just wasn't even seen as an issue. I still wonder at what point that all changes. Some say it's a puberty. I say it's when the parent's make it an issue. Look at Blake. He has no problem being naked, and isn't shy of his body, but I'll bet if we made it seem wrong or commented negatively about him being naked, eventually he'd think it was wrong and cover up. This house would never be like that. Colin was standing a couple feet behind Mike and put his hands out in front of himself and mouthed the words `this big' to me. I smiled and wondered if this was one of those fish stories, where the fish was half the size they say it was. However if Mike's cock was as big as he was tall, he could definitely be good for a quick ride or two.

"So, you two have fun last night?" I asked just to be a tease. Mike blushed, and Colin came to his rescue.

"At least as much fun as you did with Kyle and the twins, and probably a few others at your party," he challenged.

"We only drank and danced, and then passed out in Kyle's room when we got home. No sex or anything. Just like we agreed as part of our open relationship," I lied trying to maintain a straight face. What does a straight face look like? I think I have a very gay face at times.

"He's kidding," Colin told Mike quickly. "My guess is that Justin fucked half a dozen guys, got boned a few times and was in at least one full on orgy, and that would be a slow night for him."

"Is an orgy more than three or four?" I asked as I took a sip of coffee.

"More than three," Jason clarified with a smirk.

"Okay, then guilty as charged," I admitted. "What about you guys? Just the two of you, or did you hit the Cell'r before coming home?"

"No, we just had a few drinks, danced and passed out in our room," Colin said looking at me without cracking a smile. Trouble is I had absolutely no idea if that was the truth or not. Knowing Colin, they probably did have drinks and dance, and then brought him home, had quick sex and went to sleep."

"Hmmm, guess I'll have to go up and check the sheets and give the room a sniff test to see if that's true," I laughed.

"So how big is your dick Mike, and are you a top or bottom?" I asked bluntly.

"Justin!" Colin said quickly. "Jesus, I think Blake is rubbing off on you."

"What? I just wanted to know. I'm getting better. Normally I'd just strip him and find out for myself."

"Who's Blake?" Mike asked.

"He's our 12 year old son, who thinks he's 16."

"I thought you were 26. How do you have a 12 year old kid?"

"Long story, but the short version is we adopted him."

"Cool. Is he okay with two Dads?"

"He's more than okay with it. Plus with all the rest of us living here, it's like he has multiple Dad's and a half dozen brothers."

"Is he gay?"

"Too early to tell and we don't care either way. Around here, you can be who you want to be."

"So cool. If my Dad knew I was gay, he'd use the `stand your ground' rule and shoot me, claiming that I scared him or tried to hit on him or something. He's one of the biggest homophobes on the planet. He might even be their leader. He makes Fred Phelps look like an angel. He thinks I'm a jock basketball player. If he only knew it would kill him...or me. I plan on telling him when he's old and has just had a heart attack or stroke or something. That'll finish him off and I'll get my inheritance."

"Good to see you have goals for your future," Alex laughed."

"That's why I like Vancouver. Everyone here is so open and friendly."

"Not everyone accepts gay people," Kyle said quietly. "My parents didn't accept me. That's kinda how I ended up here. But fuck `em. That's their problem, not mine." He tried to sound tough, but you could still hear it in his voice. Ever since he'd become emancipated over two years ago, his parents had made no attempt to contact him. It made my blood boil, but Kyle had a new family now. My parents loved him as much as we did. Sheila and Mary both thought he was great and all of us would kill to protect him.

"I think it's still better here than in the States, although California is a lot more open than most states."

"So is most of the west coast," Colin added. "It's just the lower and Midwest states that still have their heads up their asses. The east coast like New York, is also very open."

"Shall we go down and see if the twins are alright?" Jason asked.

"I'm sure Trevor and Travis are fine. Brett and Levi are pretty cool guys," I said reassuringly.

"Yeah, not worried about our twins, I'm worried about yours," he laughed.

I kinda knew that's what he meant and we headed down to find the kids riding on the back of the older boys as they had chicken fights. We all joined them, even Mike who fit right in with our group. We weren't down there long before Alex and Jason took their boys out of the water wrapped them in the large pool towels and carried them upstairs. My phone went and the caller I.D. said it was Blake.

"Hey son, how's the day going with Cory?"

"Great, but I just called to warn you to put some clothes on. Sheila is coming over while we grab some stuff for the day, and she probably won't want to see your junk."

"Our junk huh?" I grinned to myself and thanked him for the warning. "ADAM, warn the house we'll be having a female visitor in 15 minutes."

"HOUSE ALERT," ADAM said over all speakers. "Female visitor in 15 minutes."

"What the hell was that?" Mike asked as he looked around.

"Our house security system," I told him. "It runs the house. Most of it automatically and we used to play with it a lot, but he's become pretty routine now."

The boys did arrive, but the warning was almost unnecessary as Sheila waited in her car while the boys grabbed clothes and equipment. I made small talk with Sheila and found out they were heading to paintball and both guys wanted to get their camouflage gear and old shoes. She said that afterwards they were going bowling. I offered to pay for it as I know she was on a limit budget, but she wouldn't hear of it. She said we did more than enough for Cory as it was and she liked having Blake over as one of her own. It was good for Blake to have a women around and have her perspective on things. He spent time with my parents but hanging out with Sheila was more like having a Mom for him and I know she thought of him the same as her own son.

"Bye Dad! See you soon. We're gonna go kick ninth graders asses!" He said as the two of them ran past in their camo gear. They had everything from baseball caps right down to socks and were both wearing black sneakers. I smiled as I could see them both in the Canadian Forces. If the two of them joined, we'd have doubled the number of soldiers in our forces. Say what we want about the American way of life, if Russians come across the Northwest passage and into Canada, I'm just glad the U.S. is a call away. One call to Mr. Obama and they'd come with everything they had, although we wouldn't see them as most of their stuff is stealth. Most of our stuff has to be towed places by the U.S. warships if we want it to get there. We still have hand cranks on the front of our army vehicles and the Boy Scouts have more boats than our Navy. But enough about all our defences. If I say too much, any spies reading this will know where we're most vulnerable. And far be it from me to announce that our weakest defensible areas are from Vancouver to Halifax, and the territories. I'd never reveal that to anyone. The most defended place is the American border and I doubt you could squeak a fart over there without it being noticed.

We took our guests home and then the three of us went downtown for a nice lunch at the Cactus Club overlooking English Bay. We hadn't just hung out like this in a while so we made the most of it and went shopping afterward, taking turns holding each other's hands . We stopped by Top Drawer and picked up a dozen pairs of new underwear including the latest Andrew Christian, half of which were assless. I'm really beginning to like this kind. Makes for quick access. Plus it makes your ass look so much hotter, especially if that's all we're wearing. We also went along Robson Street and bought some new bling and stopped in for a haircut since we were in the neighborhood. We even went for quick tan. I like the stand up booths. You're only in like 8 minutes and bang you're done. I'm thinking we should get one at home to put in the pool area next to the sauna. I made a note of the company who made them and would look into it. I think Colin looked even hotter with a bit of color, if that was possible. Kyle also looked great. I think we should definitely stay tanned, although with just 8 minutes, we were barely a little reddish, but after a few sessions we'd be summer brown again. We got home in time for Blake to return and he was limping slightly.

"So how did it go kicking the ninth grader's asses," I asked with a smile.

"They were such wimps. I blasted one in the balls and he chased me around the park forever, but his friend got even and hit me on the leg. Wanna see the bruise I got? It's so cool." He dropped his pants right in the driveway and showed me the big mark on his upper thigh. I think I got one on my ass too, wanna check?"

"No, I'll take your word for it," I smiled before he was naked in the driveway. I sent him inside to clean up and get ready for dinner.

Sheila got out of the car. "Sorry about the bruise. They insisted on playing with the older boys and as I found out they play a lot harder than 12 year olds."

"No need to apologize. Blake wouldn't have been happy with kids his own age. I just hope Cory didn't get hurt."

"No, Blake actually protected him from a lot of attacks. That kid is tough, I'll give him that, but they both had a great time. I had no idea that paintball was so rough though. From what I learned those paint pellets really can hurt and leave a mark."

"Yeah, I'll vouch for that, but nothing that won't heal and boys will be boys," I smiled. "Thanks again for having him over."

"Anytime," she said. I waved as they drove off and went in to see how my son was. He was standing in the kitchen in his underwear showing Kyle all his marks and reliving his paintball adventure. His clothes were in a pile on the floor beside him.

"I so nailed that older guy in the nuts. He's never gonna have babies. I think I may have pissed him off more when I said `aww poor baby. Did the wittle paint ball hurt your balls? Do you want me to call your mommy to come kiss them better?' His friends thought that was funny, but he didn't. He charged after me like a football player, but I think he was hurting too much to run very fast."

Kyle laughed. "Dude one day one of those older guys is gonna kill you."

"They gotta catch me first."

"Okay, you can tell us all about the rest of it at dinner. Go change and take your clothes upstairs," I told him.

Of course he did just that and was telling it slightly different each time. The more he repeated the story, the more damage to the older boys there seemed to be. The twins were listening excitedly and asked if they could go and paint something too. Jason caught on and said they would paint after dinner, which elicited a lot of cheering from the little ones. Blake was going to explain the difference between paintball and painting, but Colin grabbed his arm and told him to let it go.

I noticed Blake was still limping slightly later in the day, so we spent a little time in the hot tub to see if it would help. At one point he straddled my lap and put his hands on my chest to look directly at me. "So what are we gonna do when we get to California after Christmas? Are we gonna go to Disneyland and California Adventure? Are we gonna see `Marvin's' place and can we go to the beach and check out some hot chicks in bikini's?"

"I think all of that is possible," I smiled. Hot chicks in bikini's...as if. Is that a thing?

"Colin said we can go hunting too. He said him and his Dad always used to go into the hills after Christmas and bag a few deer. I so gotta see how they get one in a bag. I can barely catch Twitch some days, never mind a deer."

"Um, you understand that when they bag a deer, it means that you'll be hunting with a gun and you actually kill the deer?" I said looking deep into his beautiful green eyes. I never noticed just how long his eyelashes were either. Funny how you see things like that when someone is just inches from your face. I could almost see the mechanism in his brain rotating as he thought about what I'd just said.

"Oh, sure I knew that. Why do they kill it?" He asked.

"Usually for the meat."

"They eat it? Gross." He said looking horrified. "So I'm going to get a gun? What type? I'd want like a fully automatic assault weapon with a thousand bullets. I'd blow anything away that came near me."

"I don't think you hunt with assault weapons, Blake." I said smiling, although maybe in the States they do. "I think you just use a rifle. A little more sporting that way."

"Will I have to kill a deer?" he asked seriously.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. If you think you can, and you want to then, I'm sure your Dad and Grandpa will show you how to do it, but no one will think less of you if you don't."

"Are you gonna go hunting Dad?"

"No. I couldn't kill anything," I admitted. That's where Colin and I were very different. He grew up in that culture and I didn't. I can barely kill a spider. I might go hunting while I was down there, but it wouldn't be with a rifle and it sure wouldn't be for a deer, although it would be for meat that I could eat. Cute surfer boy blond meat. I thought about all the hot surfer boys and their amazing tans and big cut cocks. California was full of my type of guys. Shaggy blonde toned boys who like to parade around in nothing but shorts. If I would move anywhere else, it would be Southern California.

"I don't know if I could kill anything, but I think it would be fun to shoot a gun," he smiled and I felt him wiggling on my crotch.

"Blake, sit still. You're crushing my nuts."

"Well you're getting a boner that's trying to get into my ass."

"Wiggling around on my crotch isn't helping," I said as I realized I gotten hard thinking about those California surfer boys. "I think you should get off me now."

"It's okay Dad, I have a boner too," he said standing up in front of me. "We're boys, it happens."

His cock was just inches from my face and I had to admit it was one perfect looking cock and balls. It was completely straight with no veins showing and it totally looked like a slightly smaller version of mine. His balls were pretty big too with nice smooth skin, and because it was so close to my face, I almost reached up to take a hold of it and see what it felt like, but quickly corrected myself as that would send the completely wrong message. Hell, all I could see in front of me was this hot package and if I hadn't reminded myself if belonged to Blake, I'd have sucked it deep down my throat and had some fun. Shit, when he gets older this is gonna be a problem. It's almost a problem now. I've been with guys older than me who had smaller dicks than Blake. I honestly couldn't help but stare at it and his balls were almost perfectly round and much larger than I remember. I must have been staring at it too long as Blake spoke up.

"So, I'm getting pretty big, huh? Do I have a good penis, Dad?"

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but yes you do. I can tell you that everyone is going to want to see that when you're old enough to show it off."

"I show it off all the time now. Makes my friends jealous, and even some of the girls like to see it. They said that if I worked out and got some muscles, I could make a ton of money as a model. Do you think I could Dad?"

"I think you can be anything you want to be when you're finished school," I told him.

"That's not true, Dad. Colin said I can't be President of the United States because I wasn't born there."

"Okay, so that's the only thing you can't be," I smiled. He was still standing in front of me with his cock remaining hard. "Why don't you sit back down in the water until that thing goes down," I suggested casually. He seemed to be inching closer to me and I was getting cross eyed.

"Maybe we could masturbate together," he suggested not so unexpectedly.

"Or maybe we couldn't and you just sit in the water until you have it back under control. Don't let your penis run your brain dude. Keep your brain in control of your body, including your penis. We're boys and sometimes our penises like to think they're in charge, but you have to be tougher than that and remember you control it. It doesn't control you." Note to self, see previous advice.

He sat back down on my lap, which was fortunately back under control. "You have good advice Dad. I love you," he said as he wrapped his arms around my neck and leaned in for a hug. I put my arms around his back and hugged him back. He felt nice and warm, so I hugged him tighter, almost like a mini bear hug. He farted underwater and blew bubbles out in front of both of us. We laughed. "I think you squeezed the fart out of me Dad!"

"Looks like it huh?" He leaned in to kiss my cheek and then pecked my face like a chicken until he was at my lips. As he moved in for another kiss I felt his tongue try to attack me. I grabbed the back of his long curly hair and pulled him back. "No tongue dude. That's not appropriate. I like it when you kiss me, but keep it a proper kiss. Tongue is only for girlfriends or boyfriends."

"Sorry, I forgot," he said and I was sure he was lying. He hugged me for a few minutes more and when I realized he was slowly humping my stomach I went to move him aside.

"I think we should get out of here before we get all wrinkly and pruny," I smiled and pushed him off to one side.

"Yeah, old people get wrinkly fast huh?" He smiled. I didn't bother to reply as I knew what he trying to tease me that I was getting old. He knelt at the edge of the hot tub with his arm folded on the deck and his head on them. "We could wait just a few more minutes," he suggested. "I'm still working on my bruise."

I noticed that he was moving his lower body and I chuckled. "Are you humping the water jet now?"

He giggled. "Yeah. I figured it out the last time I was in here. You should try it, it feels epic."

Like he thinks he invented Jacuzzi jet humping. Wait until he figures out that if you put your ass against it and jerk off, it feel even more amazing. I didn't have to wait very long before I found out just how much he liked it as he groaned and then stopped moving before sliding sideways.

"Did you just cum in the hot tub?" I asked.

"I'm not saying, but if you see white stuff floating by, it's not cereal cream, you might want to move out of its way."

"Blake!"

"What? Kyle said the filters take care of it."

"Well, I think Kyle might have meant if you're in here alone, not with other people."

"Okay, sorry, but it's not like you've never seen my sperm before. I'm a pretty horny kid you know, so you gotta expect stuff like this once in a while."

"There's no question you're my son," I said ruffling his hair. "but just make sure you keep things like that in private. You wouldn't want to upset the wrong people."

"Would anyone here get upset?" He asked looking for clarification and rotating his head animatedly to prove that it was just him and I in the water.

"Probably not, but I still think you should keep that type of thing to yourself. Being naked is one thing, having an erection is also normal, bit more than that, should be in a more appropriate setting."

"Like when I'm in my bedroom or having sex?" He asked.

"Exactly. Perfect."

"Okay. But I still think adults are confusing. I'm almost a teenager, so I know most of this stuff anyway. I've been thinking about what you said before about my body still growing and that you don't want me to get hurt and stuff, so I kinda get it. You said that it was illegal for someone older to have sex with me. Isn't it also illegal to speed in the car or shoplift and things like that too?"

"Yes."

"But you only get into trouble if you get caught doing it right?"

I could see where this was going. Hell, a blind man could see where this was going. "Right..." I answered cautiously.

"So isn't it the same with sex stuff? If two people are doing it and don't get caught, why can't they do it? You speed all the time, Dad. I mean I like sex. Everyone in this house likes it and does it so much that it's almost impossible not to see it like every day, and I'd never tell anyone, so we'd never get into trouble. I promise I'd keep it a secret and if I told anyone, even Cory, you could ground me for 10 years and lock me up in the panic room and only feed me bread and water. Just let me be part of the adult stuff, pleaaasssseee! I won't get hurt Dad. I've been practicing and I know no one here would hurt me if I told them to stop. But I want to learn so much stuff and you guys are experts and I could use that to become a man and show the girls at school how cool I was. Just think Dad, if you guys let me have sex with you, I wouldn't be horny all the time, and then I wouldn't get a girl pregnant by accident. I could just be a cool dude with a girlfriend and not worry about my penis controlling me."

He really was working it, and to be honest he made total sense to me. Everything in my head said he was ready as he knew more than most boys many years older, and he did have the penis for it. I wasn't sure about him getting fucked though. I honestly think he's too young for that. Maybe if we let him do everything except take it up the ass, he'd be happy. As I looked at him, I was finding it more and more difficult to find reasons not to let him. The stupidity of continually saying it was against the law just wasn't how I felt. The boy was as sexual as any of us and maybe we should be guiding him and not just being total douche parents. As soon as you say no to a kid, they go off and do it behind your back anyway, which if you think about it, it a great sexual position... (I'm waiting while you think about it).

Think of all the things you say no to your kid about. Drinking, smoking, doing drugs, and what do they do? They sneak out and do it anyway. Some end up becoming addicts, or getting killed because they're too scared to call home to get help when they need it and end up driving home, or walking into traffic, or tumbling off a roof. The kids who are allowed to drink, or where sex is talked about openly, don't go and get drunk, and don't go rape someone when they get horny. Look at Europe. They're open about these things and have way less problems than tight ass North Americans. All they do is take out their frustrations on their politicians and overthrow governments that try to restrict them. Here, we go okay I'll take your shit and bitch quietly. So Blake had a point. Why not let him be sexual and make sure he wouldn't go and get a girl pregnant or do something stupid. He's gonna do it anyway. Look how badly I acted with his friend Conrad. That kid wasn't doing anything really wrong, since it was probably Blake who initiated it. We should have taught him better.

"You're pretty smart, Blake," I told him. "And I know you don't understand adult rules, but they really are there to keep you safe. Imagine if some really big guy tried to have sex and was hurting you. You wouldn't be able to get away and maybe you'd be injured permanently, or worse. As your family, we're trying to help you grow up to follow the rules and maybe one day, you pass those rules to your kids to keep them safe."

"Dad, that's silly. My kids will be in Australia, remember and they probably have different rules there," he giggled as he sat down and put his arm around my shoulder. "You just gotta chill out. I can handle stuff. I just need someone to teach me how to do it right. I know you guys would never hurt me, but I'm a boy and I still have needs."

"I get that and I promise I'll think about it since you're presenting such a good case. But for now, my needs are for us to stop talking about sex and focus on you going up to do your homework."

"Buzz kill," he smirked pretending to be upset.

I couldn't get Blake's comments out of my head as each time the boy asked, he made more and more sense. If I'd learned about sex when I was younger, maybe I wouldn't have felt so weird seeing boys naked in the locker room. Blake was already way more advanced than I was and no doubt way more advanced than all his classmates. My fear was that he would share his knowledge with them, and someone would ask where he learned it and he'd accidentally tell them, and the next thing you know the SWAT team is here hauling all of us away. But the other side of my brain said Blake was doing all this stuff anyway. What difference would it make if we made sure he was learning it properly? Damn it. I want a do over with Blake. Go back to before he learned about sex and have a few more years to think about it. If he were 14, I wouldn't think twice about it. I'd teach him what he wanted to know, but 12 seemed just too young. I talked to Colin about it in bed before we fell asleep and he didn't think it was a good idea for us to have sex with him, but he wasn't opposed to us letting Blake learn about sex. I didn't sleep that well as my conflicted sides created their own dream realities. Makes for one fucked up sleep. I didn't even wake up horny. I woke up more tired than when I went to bed. Colin woke up horny and crawled on top of me for a quick fuck. I so love feeling his body touching mine. I could honestly stay like that forever. Even with him fucking me, I could easily fall asleep and feel safe and loved. I'm not sure how he'd take it if I fell asleep while he was boning me, but I know it would be because I felt so comfortable with him. Once he send his morning juice into me, we lay side by side intertwined and kissed for a while before getting up for the day.

My phone beeped with a text. I read it and smiled. It was from Blake. `Wat car r u taking me 2 skool in 2day?'

`Y?' I texted back.

`Need 2 no wat 2 wear.'

If this boy didn't grow up to be gay, I'll have to go have surgery to have my gaydar removed. I think it's right next to my appendix or spleen or something. He wanted to know what car he was riding in so he had the right clothes for it. That's even a bigger fag move than I could come up with. I texted back `maserati, does that help?'

`yea thx.'

"I'm curious what clothes go with a Maserati?" I said to Colin as I showed him the texts. He laughed.

"I guess we'll find out." And find out we did. He was dressed in a red v-neck buttoned T-shirt, light grey Guess jeans, black runners, silver chain and his mirrored shades. Yep, total fag. He had successfully matched his clothes to the car. Troy was the first to tell him how hot he looked and Blake smiled as he dumped his black backpack on the floor. I noticed he was also sporting a few fabric wrist bands. He really did have style unlike any other 12 year old I'd ever seen. As he walked past, he even smelled good. I think he had been into Kyle's cologne again, but it wasn't overpowering this time, so I'm guessing he had some guidance today. I drove him to school and he made the coolest exit ever as he pulled his jacket on as he got out of the car and ran his fingers back through his hair, before throwing his backpack over one shoulder.

As we drove away, Kyle looked at me. "Were we ever that cool at school?"

"Not even close dude. Blake is gonna own that place one day soon."

"I think he might already. What other 12 year old has 14 and 15 year old friends who actually look up to him?"

"Yeah, we've created a monster. Which brings up something I wanted to throw past you. You know how Blake is always begging us to teach him about sex and involving him more with adult things?"

"Sure, it's almost nonstop lately," he admitted.

"So what if we give in? I mean he's doing it all anyway. Why not give him what he wants and show him the right way to do things."

"You mean have sex with him?" Kyle asked surprised.

"Maybe. What do you think? When you were 12, weren't you horny?"

"Hell yeah. As soon as I realized that touching my dick felt amazing and it wasn't just for peeing, I was just as horny as I am now."

"And don't you remember how guilty we felt when we got an erection and thought something was wrong. It would have been nice for someone to have told us about it."

"Yeah, true. But Blake is way past that point. Hell, he's way past the point of most 16 year olds."

"That's my case. If we don't end this obsessive curiosity, he may go and do it behind our back with someone that might hurt him." I pulled over to the side of the rode and turned to face Kyle. "He loves you, so what if you take him to bed for a night and show him what he wants to know."

He looked me up and down and then from side to side. "Are you asking me to fuck him?"

"No, I'm thinking that you should let him sleep with you one night and when he starts something, don't stop him. Show him what he wants to know and teach him. What do you think?"

"That's kinda out there dude. Don't you think that if we have sex together, it's gonna have him wanting it even more. I mean I am pretty amazing in bed if you remember?" He smirked and rubbed his hand down his chest. "Knowing Blake, he's liable to think we're boyfriends after that and want to sleep with me every night."

"So that's the learning part. He thinks of you as his big brother. The rest of us are either Dad or Uncle to him. You are the one he seems to have latched onto in a different way. So as his big brother, show him what he needs to know. Make sure he understands what you're doing and that he can talk to you about anything. That way Colin and I can keep being Dad and enforce rules, but with you he'll have an outlet for his sex questions and it might relieve some of his anxiety."

"There's no way I could have sex with him. It would be all kinds of wrong and I'd hate to lead him on like that. You trust me right?"

"With my life. You know that."

"Okay, then I have another idea that should solve this at least for a while if you'll agree to let me try," Kyle said without any details.

"What are you thinking?"

"How about I try what I'm thinking and if it goes wrong, you'll be there to pick up the pieces. We have to get him back under control and be 12 for a while longer. Right now, he's a mini version of you with curly hair. I doubt having sex with me would get it out of his system. It would probably put more in his system and we'd be doing it every hour until he gets a girlfriend or a boyfriend."

"I think he's already halfway down that slippery slope. I just want to slow him down a little until all his friends catch up, somewhere around 14 or 16."

"Let me try my method first and if it doesn't work, we can talk about doing it your way. No promises, but I definitely want to help you with Blake as I love him as much as you do. I'll let know if it goes wrong and we need damage control."

"Fair enough," I said and pulled the car back onto the road to head to the campus.

"And don't even THINK about trying to read my journal to see what I might be up to, as there is no way I'd write it down!" he said pointing a finger at me with a warning.

"God, I didn't even know you were still writing your journal. I haven't read it since you busted me."

"I know. I slipped a few other tests in there and you passed all of them," he chuckled. "So maybe if you're free tonight, you'd like to sleep in my room. I could show you what I know about sex and see if you can learn a thing or two. I have a few new moves that I've been working on."

I laughed. "I might just take you up on that. I still love having sex with you. Always have, probably always will."

"And I still love you too," he said. "Even if you did just try to pimp me out to your son."

We arrived in the food fair and our group was talking about general nothingness and we all quickly realized we had the afternoon off. One of those rare times when all our schedules conveniently aligned. "Why don't you come over and hang out at our place," I suggested. "We can go swimming, order pizza, have a few beers."

They all agreed instantly, except for Dickson. "I can't. I have something to do later," he said without any real conviction, making it pretty obvious he was lying.

"Come on Dickson. Nothing better than going skinny dipping in their pool," Tripp smiled. Since they thought they were the only two who knew their secret of Dickson being in a cock cage, I tried not to smile at how evil Tripp was being.

"Yeah," Kyle said. "We can hang out naked since the kids aren't home."

"I can't," he said again.

"Ouch!" Kyle pouted. "Someone doesn't like me anymore."

"It's not that. It's a long story but I'm just taking a break for a week to focus on school," he said being less than honest.

"Yeah, I've had weeks like that. I jerk off so much that my dick is all sore and my balls actually ache. Sometimes it hurts just getting the morning wood," Kyle said trying to sound sympathetic. We both knew what was going on, but couldn't let them know. "Or is it crabs? I'll bet it's crabs? Is it crabs?"

"It's not crabs and will you stop saying crabs?" Dickson said with a faint smile.

"Might be gonorrhea," Rory offered helpfully.

"Or syphilis," Kent added with a smile.

"Well, it might be a yeast infection," Linda said getting in on the Dickson ribbing.

"It's not an STD or a yeast infection," Dickson said looking around as if he thought the entire food fair could overhear us. "Can guys even get yeast infections? Isn't that a chick thing?"

"No, guys can get them too," Robyn replied. "Maybe it's a tumor."

In his best Schwarzenneger voice, Rory said, "it's not a tumor!" Causing us to burst out laughing. Another famous movie line for our group to add to its resume. "It's probably just crabs though. I'm with Kyle on this one."

"For fucks sake, it's not crabs. I just don't want to get naked. It's not that big a deal," snapped Dickson.

"So just wear a swim suit or something if you've got dick blisters or something. No one cares, but for one I'd like you there."

"Me too," Tripp agreed.

"Fine, fuck it, I'll be there, but I'm not getting naked. Gotta keep you horny faggots under control," he said capitulating. (todays word of the day...) I had a feeling we were going to have some fun with him locked in his cock cage. A little sex in front of him should have him painfully rock hard. He would not only have to be in the cold water, he would need ice packs to keep himself down.

Kent, Rory, Linda and Robyn were all in, as was Nate. We met right at noon and headed to the house in the several cars. The construction was in full swing next door and I don't think I've ever seen so many workers in one place.

"What's going on over there?" Kent asked.

"Just another house going up," I said quickly.

"That must be some house with a crew that size," he replied.

"Yeah, it will be. I just hope it's over quickly as it's really loud sometimes." I didn't elaborate, but I was impressed at how much equipment had appeared next door. Colin wasn't kidding about making this build happen fast. We headed straight for the kitchen to get everyone a drink before retreating to the pool level. It took Tripp about 10 seconds to get naked and jump into the pool. One thing he wasn't, was shy. Kyle followed right behind him. Dickson just sat on the lounger and looked into his beer. The rest of the group stripped down and either hit the pool or the hot tub. Not surprisingly where the girls went, Kent and Rory went. Strangely, the one guy who is naked the most, was the last to get his clothes off. Nate sat shirtless next to Dickson with his beer. My guess is he was thinking about sex with the two girls and having them naked in front of him was probably giving him a raging boner. I'm sure he was thankful that at least one other person still had clothes on so he wouldn't feel like the odd man out.

"Could I borrow a swim suit?" Dickson asked.

"Sure, come with me and I'll get you one," I immediately volunteered, beating Kyle to the punch. I took him upstairs to the bedroom where I found a pair of shorts for him. I was already naked so I made a good show of letting him see as much of me as possible. I still want him to like me, but I had my work cut out for me. I mean I'd fuck him while he was a pledge, but I wanted him to give it up when he knew it was me. I handed him a pair of shorts and stood there with him. Normally a guy would just change and we'd go downstairs.

"Thanks, I can take it from here. I'll meet you downstairs," he said quietly.

"If you want me to take a look at your cock, I have some good cream that you can use. I know how bad it can be if you jerk off too much."

"NO!" he shot back quickly and forcefully. Then soften his voice. "There's nothing wrong with my fucking dick. I just need a break from sex for a week," he said.

"Wow, Rude. I know you don't like me, but that's a little harsh even for you," I said as I turned and left in a hurry making him believe I was pissed at him for snapping at me. I smiled as I got into the hallway and wondered how the hell he was going to make it to the end of the week in his cage. It was basically day one and he was already having attitude, and I was pretty sure that he would still be given a pledge task at some point during the week that would involve him showing his cock to someone. I'd love to be there for that, and I'll make sure to have Alex tell me when he sends them off to do something. I left him alone and ran back downstairs. I had ADAM turn on the steam and sauna, and I turned on the foam as I passed by. Nate was now in the water probably back under control. I ignored Dickson when he returned, and on a couple of occasions when he came close to me, I made a point of swimming away from him. Maybe if he thought I hated him, he'd want me. Reverse psychology was something that might work. I hadn't got to that part in my classes yet, but I'd be an expert at it by the time it came up. I hung out with Kent and Rory, as well as the girls.

"Whose boobs do you like better?" Linda asked me as her and Robyn stood side by side partially out of the water.

"Not sure. They're both pretty nice. Which ones keep you afloat the best?" I grinned. They took the bait and lay on their backs in the water. Neither one really stayed afloat better than the other, but they had at least a three person audience watching them. They stood back up and I judged that Robyn seemed to be more buoyant. "I think they both have perks," no pun intended. "Robyn has smaller nipples, which being a gay guy, I like, while Linda's boobs are rounded and slightly bigger. I think they'd be better for motorboating. Robyn's are better for fondling and sucking on, so I'm at a loss. I judge them to be equal in interest," I said diplomatically.

"Way to pussy out Justin," Linda said. "Kent, whose boobs do you like better?"

"Thanks, but not a chance I'm answering that. This is like the whole which dress do you like thing. If I say one over the other, it's a no win scenario. I'm with Justin on this. They're both equally nice."

"God we have a whole room full of pussies. I thought we were the only chicks here. Nate, what about you? If you were going to get to play with them..." she paused to give him the full meaning of what she was saying as they both knew he was going to have a three-way with them soon ... "which ones would you play with first?"

"I think I'd play with Robyn first and then you. Start with the slightly smaller set to get used to them and move to bigger. Then I'd put them both together and have a four way motorboat. Four boobs are better than two!" he smiled thinking he conquered it.

"So you think I have small boobs?" Robyn asked proving that you should never answer the questions of girls. They rarely lead to anything good.

"No, I think you have perfect boobs," he replied.

"So mine aren't perfect because they're too big?" Linda said quickly. They were playing with him and I could see it in their faces, but straight boys didn't catch on very quickly. That's why they're so easy to catch. By the time they're in the trap it's too late and they get eaten alive, usually going home with blue balls, as they get flustered and confused.

"No, yours are perfect too. I would like to have both pairs," he said swallowing hard.

"So neither one of us is good enough for you? You'd need both sets to make you happy?" Robyn asked adding more pressure. I saw Rory swim away slowly so that he wouldn't have to get back in that conversation. He pulled himself up out of the pool and headed to the steam room. He was getting as far away from this as possible. A smart straight boy. Such a rarity in a world with naked women around. He may be smart but he had separated himself for the herd and was now a straight boy out on his own. I followed him to the steam room and sat right beside him.

"Smart move getting away," I grinned.

"Fuck yeah. He's doomed. No way to win that now. That's one dude who is definitely not getting laid today. I figure get away from it until the conversation changes and I still have a chance."

"Don't worry, you still have a chance all right." I decided to be bold and see what I could accomplish, so I dropped to my knees in front of him and put my hand on his thighs. He jumped slightly but didn't try to get away.

"What are you doing?" He asked nervously as he looked directly at me.

"Finishing answering your question earlier. You wanted to know, so time to find out," I said as I pushed his legs further open and moved in between to prevent him closing them again. He looked quickly at the door in case anyone was coming. I didn't wait for permission and took his soft cock in my mouth and swallowed it down to the root. He gasped and stuttered.

"Dude, I don't think this is a good idea," he said unconvincingly as he began to inflate at the feel of my tongue on the tip of his cock. I kept hold of his legs and just ignored him. It didn't take much to get his approximately 6 inches fully hard. Difficult to tell when you're measuring with your tongue. I knew I had him when he sighed and relaxed. I took hold of his balls with one hand and the base of his shaft with the other and gave him a blowjob to remember. He finally just leaned back and accepted his fate and the inevitable end result.

About two minutes in, he gasped. "Dude, I'm gonna cum," he warned. I already knew that as I could feel his balls getting ready to explode. I didn't stop. "Seriously dude, I'm gonna blow." I kept going and pressed my finger towards his ass. He braced himself and shot load after load down my throat that I swallowed as fast as I could. As soon as he was done, I took hold of his dick and squeezed along the shaft like tube of toothpaste to get every bit out of him. Then I sat back beside him.

"So now you have your answer," I smiled as I slapped him on the thigh. "I should probably get back out there or they're gonna think I'm in here having sex with you, unless you want to blow me," I teased.

"I'm good," he said without looking at me directly.

"Do I have cum on my face or anything," I asked looking directly at him. He shook his head rapidly from side to side and averted my gaze. I smiled as I stood up and headed back to the group.

Everyone was being casual and just swimming or soaking in the hot tub. "Thought you got lost," Kyle said as he saw me approach.

"Nah, just in the steam room keeping Rory company, but it's too hot in there for me." I got a raised eyebrow from Kyle as he tried to see if there was more to it than that. "Who wants pizza?"

The whole groups seemed like they were hungry. I called Domino's and a girl answered. "Domino's Pizza, Blake speaking." Okay, not a girl, a 12 year old with a high voice.

"Blake, it's Dad, what are you doing there?" I asked surprised.

"Which Dad? I have two." He replied being a smartass.

"Which one do you think?"

"Oh, the bossy one. Hi Justin." I could hear the smile in his voice so I let it go. Bossy? Me? I don't think so. "We had the afternoon off school so I figured I'd come to work. Make some extra cash for my dates this weekend."

Dates? As in more than one? I let that go too. "How did you get there?"

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not allowed to have personal calls at work. Would you like to order a pizza?" He was cute. Possibly grounded, but cute.

"Sure I'd like a large all meat, a large Hawaiian and one large deluxe," I told him.

"Whoa, who's over there?" he said quickly.

"Thought you weren't allowed personal calls," I said throwing it back at him.

"Would you like anything to drink with that sir?"

"Sure how about two litres of Root Beer."

"Cool. Would you like some twisty bread? We have a special on at the moment; two for the price of one."

"Sure throw in two orders of that," I said going along with it.

"How about some cheesecake too? It's really good and we have a new cherry one."

"I'm pretty sure you don't have to upsell me everything Blake," I said smiling at his enthusiasm.

"Okay, so that's a no on the cheesecake, sir?"

"It's a no on the cheesecake."

"Will that be for delivery or pickup?" He asked.

"Delivery."

He confirmed my address which I thought was funny, but he was obviously reading his script carefully. "So that's one large Hawaiian, one deluxe, one all meat, two orders of twisty bread, and two litres of root beer. Will there be anything else sir?"

"Nope that'll do it."

"That's $56.00. Will you be paying cash or by credit card?"

"Just send it over at no charge thanks, Blake."

"I'm sorry sir, I can't do that. It's $56.00 once the order arrives at your door. It should be about 35 minutes."

"Blake, just check with Marilyn or Nolan, whoever is on right now. I do own the company you remember."

"Yes, sir. I'll look into it for you. If it's not free, I'll have my manager call you back."

"Thanks Blake," I said finally.

"Ummm, how did I do Dad?" He asked, going back to being Blake.

"You did awesome. If everyone took orders like you, we'd be rich in no time."

He giggled. "We are rich Dad! See you later. Want me to bring pizza home with me?"

"No, just send the order and I'm sure there will be some left over by the time you get here," I said as we finished the call. Kyle questioned me about it as he'd overheard me talking to Blake.

"He said they had the afternoon off school. Somehow I doubt that, but I'll check. I'm telling you he acts way older than his age. By the time he's our age, he'll be running some fortune 500 company."

"He'll probably be the CEO of Worthington Enterprises, and richer than both of you."

"True that!"

The pizza arrived exactly as ordered and I made a note to praise Blake for getting it accurate. Some of the group stayed naked while we ate, but a couple put their underwear back on. I quickly noticed as Linda and Kent headed to the steam room together, as others went down to play foosball or pool. I waited a few minutes pretending to be cleaning up in the kitchen and then casually strolled into the steam room. Both Kent and Linda were lying on the bench with Kent on top fucking her for all he was worth. He had such a nice bubble butt.

"You two certainly don't waste any time," I said as I stood there watching. Kent stopped and looked back as me as if to suggest I should leave. Linda grinned. "You want to go next?"

"I'd love to but I'm not sure Kent is into fucking me. I think he's more into you," I said as I slowly stroked my cock to get it harder.

"I meant would you like to fuck me next?" She grinned as she put her hand on Kent's ass and kept him going.

"God no. Nothing personal, but I'd way rather be the one getting fucked."

I walked towards them and looked between Kent's legs. I could see his cock sliding in and out of her pussy cave and automatically reached for his balls. They were large and slightly hairy. Like a small coconut. His ass also had light hairs on it and I'm pretty sure he wasn't enjoying me pawing all over him, but his dick didn't want to stop what it was doing. As he looked back at me, evil Justin surfaced and I sucked on my finger and made it obvious what I planned to do with it.

"No way, dude! Exit only," he said quickly.

"What? I was just licking my finger," I laughed. "Straight boys. So paranoid about having something go in their ass. It's like they're scared the might enjoy it."

"It's just not my thing man, no offense. I like it when someone watches me fuck though."

"That's good, `cause I love watching a hot guy sliding his dick in and out of something. You planning on blowing inside her, or can I stick around for the fireworks all over her boobs?"

"Whatever gets you off man," Kent said as he fucked Linda harder. He was such a straight boy. Get on top, fuck, cum, go. I was totally getting off watching him though and I gently returned my hands to his ass cheeks. He turned to no doubt tell me to stop, but Linda intercepted him and pulled his face to hers so they could kiss. I rubbed his ass and pulled his cheeks apart to see his hairy hole as he kept fucking. I decided to go for it and moved my face to his ass and pushed the tip of my tongue in there. He gasped and tried to get up Linda held him in place. I worked his hole and he finally let out a moan. Those that have no idea how sensitive your ass is are amazed when they actually experience it. I was so hard that I was rapidly whacking away at it and my brain was heading for the land of no return. I stood up and moved behind him as I had every intention of letting him experience how much more sensitive his prostate was. As I was moving into position, the sauna door opened and Rory walked in.

"Oh shit, sorry man," he said as he paused at the door.

"Come in, take a number, join the line up," I said as I backed away from Kent and just put my hand back on his ass.

"Are you lined up to take a turn?" Rory said looking at me curiously.

"I was, but then Kent said he wouldn't fuck me, so I'm just a voyeur at the moment."

He laughed and stood next to me and boned up quickly. I reached over and took hold of it. He jumped back and I just moved toward him. This time he didn't react and I slowly jerked him off as we watched Kent fuck Linda. At one point he looked over and noticed me jerking off his friend but didn't say anything. He was getting close to finishing so he pulled out and beat himself off furiously until he gave us a great show. Cum launched out of his cock, arched up and landed between Linda's boobs. A perfect ending. He got up and thanked Linda as he left the steam room.

"What? No tip?" She said after he left. "They're all the same. They fuck like they're at a race and once they cum, it's off to play with the boys and talk about their conquest."

"Hey, we're not all like that," Rory said with his dick still in my hand.

"I can see that," she said sitting up as Kent's cum still dripped down her body. "I should go clean up."

She walked out and Rory just looked at me. "Damn, I'd love to tap that."

"So why didn't you? She'd have let you fuck her if you'd asked."

"I don't want Kent's sloppy seconds. He can have mine if he wants," Rory smiled.

"Well, it looks like you're horny enough to have gone for his seconds. You want another blowjob to relieve you of that?

"Nah, not right now. There's too many people here and I'm thinking you should probably let go of my dick, or it's gonna seem weird if someone else walks in."

"Yeah, they'll wonder why we're just standing here instead of going at it," I agreed as I let go of his dick and headed out. I noticed that he hadn't said a full no to a blow job. Just a `not right now'. Guess I didn't completely freak him out with one earlier. Interesting.

"I should get home soon," Robyn said as things began to wrap up. Rory had gotten himself under control before exiting the steam room. Probably fired a load all over the place thinking of getting blown, or maybe he was remembering Kent fucking Linda, but more likely he was thinking of me. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Others agreed that they should get going and soon the group was dressed and heading upstairs. We got out to the driveway just as the gate opened and a stretch limo pulled in.

"Are we expecting company?" Kyle asked.

"Not that I know of. But around here anything is possible." Everyone stopped and waited to see who was arriving. The car stopped in front of the house and the driver got out and came around to open the back door. I think we were all expecting royalty to emerge, and I almost burst out laughing as Blake climbed out and looked at everyone.

"What? You forgot to pick me up so I called for a car. Thanks Henry," he said to the driver.

"Anytime Mr. Blake," he said.

Kyle began laughing as he read Blake's t-shirt. It said `I'm Kind of a Big Deal.' "Dude, did you take that shirt from my closet?"

"Yeah, fits me good, huh?"

"In more ways than one, bro. In more ways than one." Kyle said as he looked at the group. "It a shirt from the movie Anchorman."

"Did you guys save me any pizza and root beer?"

"In the kitchen buddy," I told him.

"Good, I'm starving, plus I was abandoned so I feel like an orphan," he said as he ran inside.

"Wasn't he wearing a different shirt when he left this morning?" I asked Kyle.

"Yeah, but he keeps spare clothes in his backpack. I have no idea why."

"I do. You do the same thing and copies everything to emulate you," I said as we walked everyone to their cars. Nate hitched a ride with Kent and Rory and after we said goodbye we went in to face Mr. Big Deal.

"So how was work?" I asked as we sat with Blake who was stuffing his face. "Don't you get tired of pizza?"

"Are you nuts? Pizza is like the best food in the world."

"You did really good with our order. Everyone was really impressed with all the food."

"It's what I do, Dad. What can I say...I'm kind of a big deal around there," he smiled as he flashed his shirt again.

"I get that," I agreed. "So you said you didn't have school this afternoon. How come I didn't know about it?"

"The school had a water main break, so they said we could all go home."

"And if I check with the school would they confirm that?"

"Of course. I wouldn't lie about that, Dad."

"Don't they normally call when they close the school?"

"They did. They called Colin. He said it was okay if I went to work." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and hit the talk button. "Call Colin."

"It's okay I believe you buddy. I just didn't know anything about it."

He hung up and put the phone away, going back to his pizza. Either he was the best actor anywhere and belonged on `Blurred Lines', or he was telling the truth. I chose to believe him. I heard Kyle sniff and looked over at him, he was looking positively miserable all of a sudden, and it looked like he was wiping a tear away.

I was about to ask him what was wrong, but Blake beat me to it. "Are you okay, Kyle?" He asked.

"Yeah just a little upset buddy, and I'm kinda scared a bit too," he said quietly. I had no idea what he was talking about. Two minutes ago he was happy and goofing around with the rest of us.

"What are you upset about?" Blake asked looking at Kyle with concern.

"Just stuff. You feel like coming and hanging out in my room and keeping me company?"

"Sure. Are you gonna be okay, Kyle? Can I bring my pizza?"

"Of course," he said as he slowly got out of his chair and Blake followed. I offered to clean up as Kyle put his arm on Blake's shoulder and they headed upstairs. Kyle looked back at one point giving me a wink and a smile. This was part of whatever plan he was scheming. I cleaned up the kitchen and did some homework while I had some time to myself. Almost 45 minutes later, Blake ran down the stairs and came up to me and gave me a big hug.

"I'm sorry Dad. I promise I'll be good from now on. Please don't have Kyle or me sent away. Please," he said hugging me tightly. "I'm gonna be the best kid ever. You'll see. Wanna do homework together?"

"Sure, I'd like that," I admitted. He gripped tighter before letting go and running off. Kyle strolled down and sat beside me. "What did you say to him? He looks positively scared shitless."

"I told him that everyone was worried about him being so obsessed with sex, and that you felt it was best if I moved out. Then I told him that the social services was considering taking him away from you as you weren't being good parents allowing him to act the way he was, and thought he should know."

I sat there with mixed feelings. Sex wasn't wrong, but Blake needed to be brought back under control and stay a kid for at least a couple more years until he understood relationships better. "That was risky dude."

"Not as risky as your plan," he smiled. "I have no idea if it'll work, but he was so scared at losing all of us that he's been crying half the time and asking what he can do to be better. I told him to forget about sex until he's older, and when he gets those crazy feelings, just to jerk off or take a shower until he feels better."

"I guess I should let Colin know in case it comes up," I said wondering if that was the right move. I didn't get to ponder it long as Blake ran back and plopped down on the floor in front of me throwing his books on the table.

"Kyle you should get your homework too so we can do it as a family and stuff," he suggested.

Kyle smiled and went off to get whatever work he had and returned to join us moments later. We spent about half an hour working on things before I suggested we make dinner for everyone. Blake jumped up and asked what he could do to help. I smiled to myself as the three of us went to prepare what was needed. By the time we had everything ready, the whole family was back and sat down to a nice meal.

"You guys wanna play in my room after dinner?" Blake asked the twins.

"YAY!!" they both said excitedly. "Can we pway wif your cars?"

"Yeah, we'll build a big race track," he said and almost before they were done, they were racing out of the room to go play.

"What's with him?" Colin asked.

"Long story, but let's just say he's scared of being taken away by social services if he doesn't behave and stop hitting on everyone for sex," I said vaguely.

"How did you accomplish that?"

"Kyle's idea. He figured it was better than my idea of him having sex with Blake to get it out of his system," I admitted.

"Good call, Kyle," Alex agreed.

"I'll just keep reminding him of it if I see him slip again. We've made it kinda like our secret."

"If it works, I'm all in favour as long as he stays a happy kid," I cautioned.

"He's so busy with sports and activities, I'm guessing he'll soon move onto other things if we keep the pressure on."

Shortly afterward, I headed up to see how they were doing and saw Kyle outside Blake's room listening. He put his finger up to his lips to tell me to be quiet and I went and stood next to him. I could hear Blake talking.

"So when are we gonna go out? I'm free on Wednesday night... I liked it when you kissed me. My other girlfriend doesn't really like doing that...I'll just get a car to pick me up and I'll come get you. We can go to the movie, as long as I'm home by 10 or I'll probably get grounded." They talked about stupid stuff and I could hear it in Blake's voice that he was interested in whoever he was talking to. Kyle and I retreated down the hallway to his bedroom.

"Holy shit. He's got another girlfriend." Kyle said as we closed the door. "The little dude is a Playa!"

"I love how he just casually says he'll get a car and pick her up. Wouldn't you think he'd come and ask if we can drive him?"

"You're kidding right? Would you want your parents on your date? Blake is pretty independent and since he knows how to call for a ride whenever he needs it, I'm thinking he's using it to get whatever he wants. Rich boy is learning how to use it to his advantage. We should just make sure the plane and boat are secure so he doesn't whisk some chick off to Paris for dinner."

"I thought his girlfriend was Melissa. I wonder who the new one is?"

"He's collecting girls like you collect twinks. Wonder where he learned that?" Kyle grinned. I wrestled him onto his bed and we rolled around for a while until Blake ran in and jumped on us.

"Who's gonna take me to wrestling tonight?" He asked as he sat on Kyle with his hand on his shoulders staring at his face.

"What? You're not going to call a car to take you?" I asked somewhat sarcastically. "You know you could have called home and we'd have come and got you."

"I know. But I knew you had people over and I figured you'd be naked and doing adult stuff so I didn't want to bother you. Colin said I could use the car service anytime I got stuck anywhere."

"Did you really need the stretch limo?"

"No, but if you're the shit, you need the right car, and baby, I'm the shit!"

"Oh, that's what that smell is. Well go wash the shit off and I'll give you a ride to wrestling."

He sniffed his armpits and then looked at me. "It is pretty bad huh? That should show you how hard I was working. He jumped off the bed took his clothes off and headed into Kyle's bathroom. "You'd have thought he would head back to his own bathroom," I smiled.

It didn't take him long to reappear and he handed me the towel to dry his hair before running off to his room, leaving his clothes behind. I picked them up and dumped them in Kyle's hamper after emptying his pockets. He had so much stuff in there, I'm surprised he could keep his pants up. He had chapstick, wallet, phone, a key ring with a mini flashlight and small multitool, some rocks (probably fell out of his head at some point), a pack of gum and a granola bar, condom, ear buds, mints, $40 in cash, a bunch of change, a flash drive, various pieces of paper and a pocket pack of tissues. I don't carry that much stuff in my car. Kyle held up the condom and tissues.

"All he's missing is the lube and he's you," he laughed.

"Well he is a Boy Scout. That's their motto, `Be Prepared.'" I scooped up all the stuff and took it to Blake's room where he was running around getting ready.

"Oh, cool. Thanks Dad. I was just gonna come and get that stuff."

"Why do you need all that in your pockets?" I asked curiously.

"All what? It's just the stuff I need."

"Condom? Rocks?"

"Well, not the rocks. I see ones I like so I pick them up. I have a whole box full," he said as he disappeared under his bed and dragged it out and put it on the bed. I sat down beside it and he took the lid off. He wasn't kidding, there was a lot of rocks. "I like this one cause it's purple and this one looks like a diamond, and this one is as smooth as glass and this one is perfectly flat, " he said beginning to explain them all. Sorry I asked.

"And the condom?"

"Come on Dad! You know what that's for," he said patting me on the shoulder. "But you can have it. I'm gonna give that stuff up for a while. It's pretty time consuming."

I tried not to smile as I looked at him. "And the keys?"

"One is for the house, the other is for my Lamborghini, the other is Cory's house," he explained. I didn't tell him that he really didn't need keys for our house as ADAM would unlock the door on voice command and he didn't need the Lamborghini key since he couldn't drive yet and the flashlight was redundant as he had one on his phone. I really gotta educate my boy at some point. "Shit," he said looking at everything. "Did you find a padlock in my stuff?"

"No, what kinda padlock?"

"A combination type like my school locker. I usually keep it on my backpack, but I had it in my pants...or maybe I threw it in my backpack. I dunno, but I need it for wrestling and diving and places like that where I have to lock my stuff up. Don't want people going through my things..." he said looking at me cautiously. I smiled. Yeah, god forbid someone takes his rocks or breath mints.

"There's lots of locks downstairs in the drawer if you need another one."

"It has to be a combination as I don't want to have to carry a key around when I'm diving and stuff. Okay, I'm ready."

We headed out after he grabbed the lock he wanted, and I dropped him at the gym for his lesson. I decided to stick around to watch how he was doing, and was impressed at how far he'd come. He was winning quite a few rounds or bouts or whatever they're called. Mostly he was paired up against boys his own size, but occasionally he'd challenge someone bigger, but usually lost those. One thing I did notice is that the wrestling outfits really showed off your package, and there were more occasions than I could count where boys sprung erections. Someone should suggest they wear something underneath like a jock or some sort of under armour that would protect their junk and give them a bit of dignity. But then who am I kidding, the only reason people show up for these things is to see boys with erections, or is that just me? I actually ended up watching the entire lesson and Blake ran over to me when he was done.

"Did you see me kick those big guy's asses? It's the power of the Blake!" he said flexing his muscles and I was impressed at how much his arms had indeed grown.

"The power of the Blake huh? Well go wash that power off and I'll wait for you."

He ran off with a couple of his team mates and I got up to head off as the coach came over. "Is that your brother?" He asked.

"No, my son."

"Sorry. You didn't look like you were old enough to have a son."

"I'm not. Long story. I'm Justin."

"Phil," he said as we shook hands. "He's a pretty tough kid. Takes on boys a lot bigger than him even though he knows he'll probably lose."

"Yeah, he lives in a house full of guys so he's learned to stick up for himself and doesn't shy away from things, that's for sure." I braced myself for the bad news. Something like he was humping everyone instead of wrestling with them or constantly trying to get them naked.

"Well, I just thought I'd come over and tell you how well he's doing. I've only ever met Kyle before, so it's nice to see you here. Feel free to go back into the locker room and push them along. I swear they'd spend the entire night in the showers if they were allowed."

"And yet we have to constantly tell him to take one at home," I smiled. Not completely the truth, but every now and then he had to be reminded. He probably took more showers than most boys his age.

"I hear you there. I have a 13 year old myself and I have to drag him to the shower. You'd think he was allergic to water, but get him in the locker room shower and you almost have to turn off the water mains to get him out. I'm telling you, kids should come with owner's manuals. Nice to meet you Justin," he said as he picked up his sport bag and headed off to the locker room. He was definitely built like a wrestler. I wouldn't want to be his opponent, he'd squash me like a bug. I headed to the locker room as it was the way out anyway, and the coach wasn't wrong; the showers were busy and Blake was right in the middle of it all. I caught his eye but didn't say anything as I headed for the exit. The coach was changing and his ass was the thing that I noticed first...go figure. It was hairy and if he were a girl, you could say he had a lot of junk in the trunk. I don't think you say that about guys, but it was a huge ass. I'd have to strap a board sideways across me if I was fucking that so I didn't fall in. I kept walking. The last thing I needed was for him to get the wrong idea. Plus he was one of these guys that had trimmed chest hair that went from his neck to his crotch. I'd be itching all day if he tried to hug me. I could just see him picking me up snapping me in half over his knee, throwing my limp body on the bench, cracking my legs open and pounding the hell out of me. I went and waited out in the hall where I figured I was safe. That was close.

The boys began exiting and Blake was with the main group for once. The coach came out with his son, who looked a lot like him. Poor kid was gonna be a gorilla. "Nice meeting you Justin. Keep up the good work, Blake," he said as they passed by.

I waved and then quickly put my hand down. Don't want to lead him on. All my sexy getting up in his shit would just be all sorts of wrong. Blake whacked my nuts with the back of his hands and immediately brought me back to the here and now. "Come on Dad. I still got homework to do and I gotta figure out clothes for tomorrow. This just doesn't happen you know."

"Like ow!" I said as I put my hand around the back of his neck. "How would you like it if I whacked you in the nuts?"

"Hashtag, WHATEVER! Like that doesn't happen a million times when I'm wrestling. Like Kyle says Dad, man up."

"Kyle says that huh? What else does he say?" I smiled as we headed for the car.

"He says grow a pair, and YOLO. That means `you only live once'. Plus he has a bunch of other saying that you wouldn't understand."

I opened my mouth to say something, then closed it again, looked at him and then opened my mouth again, and closed it. What am I supposed to say to that? Kyle was like 3 years younger. Hardly a generational gap, but apparently to Blake it was. In one way I suppose I should be flattered. I was definitely a Dad and not as cool as a brother. I guess that was a step in the right direction, although I think I still understand teen slang. I still consider myself a teen anyway. Hashtag ummm...something or other.

"Are we gonna get some ice cream?"

"Ice cream huh?"

"Yeah, Kyle and I always go somewhere after most of my stuff. Today is ice cream. Tomorrow after Scouts is a slurpee, and Wednesday after Karate we go for burgers and Thursday we go to the candy store to stock up for the weekend. Kyle usually buys more than me."

"Well I guess we can't change the routine then," I said and he smiled from ear to ear. I'd have to check with Kyle to see if I just got played. He knew exactly where to go and ordered a double scoop. When the guy piled it on, Blake's eyes almost shot out of his head.

"Damn, that's more like a triple scoop?" I said as I ordered my flavors.

"Is that a thing?" Blake asked.

"Is what a thing?"

"A triple scoop. Can I have one of those?"

"I think a double is more than enough before bed."

"kk," he said as we sat and ate. I was surprised at how busy the place was. Maybe I should open an ice cream shop.

"So Dad, The guys on my wrestling team were talking about girls and they said stuff I was wondering about."

I braced myself. Here we go again. I suppose we have to take baby steps in his rehabilitation. It's not like I can send him to Betty Ford for a month. "Like what sort of stuff?" I asked flinging the door open for whatever was coming.

"When you date girls, how do you know when to do things? Like carry their books and hold their hand, and kiss and things? Some guys said the girl should take the lead and others said the guy has to make the first move. Who's right?"

"No rules on it that I know of. Sometimes opportunities just present themselves. If you take a girls hand and she isn't ready, she'll just pull back. If you offer to carry her books and she says no, then just wait until she asks you. Once you do something, it plants the seed that you're interested and then it's her turn."

"So if she makes a move, should I refuse or just go with it?"

"You're a guy. If she makes a move, go with it. I think it's the girl that usually slows things down. Guys are kinda the go for it type."

"Is that why we get into trouble sometimes, like when I bug you about sex and stuff?"

"Yeah. It's built into our DNA as boys, and it takes someone to tell us to slow down. That's usually the girls."

"I get it now! Kyle was right. We live with all boys so there's no-one to say no to us. Is that why Colleen used to come over before you adopted me?"

"Maybe. That's why it's good for you to hang out at Cory's now and then. His Mom can keep you grounded."

"She never grounded me, Dad! I always behave when I'm over there." He said looking shocked.

"No, that type of grounded means that she keeps you real."

"Dating girls is hard huh Dad? It's not this hard with boys..." he paused and giggled and looked at me "no pun intended...right?"

I smiled. "Right."

"Dating boys is way easier `cause you can see them naked anytime you want and we always know when we want sex because penises get hard. How do you know when girls want sex? Do their boobs get hard or something?"

"No, I don't think it works like that. I have no idea how you know if a girl wants sex. I think they usually just tell you. Sometimes you just have to be patient and let things happen naturally. It builds the excitement and gets your heart racing and you fall in love and then one thing leads to another and you eventually end up naked together."

"Is that how you and Dad met?"

I thought about how we met. It was on the boat. We were already naked. We fucked in a group orgy sort of thing, and then got to know each other. The way nature intended. The gay way. The proper way. No wasting time. "Yeah, pretty much," I lied. "We were out on the lake in the boat and your Uncles Jason and Alex and I met Colin and his friends out there.

"Cool." Did you get all kissy kissy smootchy smootchy?' He said kissing his arm and acting like a total kid.

"None of your business," I laughed.

"Are you gonna come to Scouts tomorrow with me?"

"Why what's happening tomorrow? Anything special?"

"Yeah it's a scavenger hunt. You should be on my team."

"Sure, I'll be there. Sounds like fun. I'll bring one of the fast cars so we beat everyone."

Blake looked at me like I had some rare disease that needed curing. "We don't use cars DAD! We walk everywhere. That's the fun of it. We have to find weird stuff and the first team back gets a large chocolate bar and two litres of coke."

"Nice, juice `em all up before bed. That'll make parents super happy."

"Hashtag, funny!" Blake replied. Great he had gotten old enough to hashtag everything. Hashtag just terrific.

We got to the house and he thanked me and raced inside to do his homework. Kyle and Tripp were hanging out in the media room playing a video game. "How was the wrestling?"

"Good. I learned a few new moves."

"Saw a few dozen boners," Kyle added.

"Yeah that too. I think that has to be my new favorite sport, right after diving and those skimpy speedos."

I joined them for a while until Colin came in and we curled up together. Blake had put himself to bed and we never saw the other half of the family at all.

Nothing eventful happened on campus the next day, except that Nate introduced me to a new straight friend he'd made named Cameron. Not really my type but he seemed like a nice guy. He was about 6 foot four and over 200 lbs. He was part of the football team and could probably squash me with just one hand. I wondered if he was one of Bale's coach's sons. From the V-neck shirt he was wearing he also had a hairy chest. He would be good protection if we ever needed a bodyguard or someone to block the sun one day. Walking behind him was like following a semi on the highway. You couldn't see a damn thing past him so you just had to trust things were all good ahead. His ass was the size of two of me, and the way my mind works, I wondered if it was as hairy as the rest of him. Just like Blake's wrestling coach. Then I wondered what it might be like to ride something that big. I could imagine his ass would be like a bouncy house as I rode the wave each time I fucked him. Of course he could have a giant tight ass that would grip my cock and snap it off. I was so focused on his ass that I hadn't paid attention when he stopped, and walked right into him. He didn't move but I ended up taking three steps backwards as if I'd hit a tank.

"Walk much?" He said as he turned to look at me. Nate just laughed.

"Sorry," I said looking to see if I'd left a nose impression on his back or something. I moved next to Nate so I could get some light again and see what was ahead. Kyle, Tripp and Dickson were already at our table for lunch and the girls joined us later along with Kent. Rory was away on some field trip for the day. Later on, Kyle and I picked up Blake from school and headed home. Jason was just heading out to pick up Cory, so Blake jumped in his car with him.

"You should have said something, we could have swung by and grabbed him on the way home," I told him.

"That's okay, it's our time together. I usually take him out for dinner. Just the two of us. He's still my little brother and I don't want him to feel like he's being left out just because we have other kids around."

"Looks like it's three of you tonight. You want Blake to stay here?"

"No, it's all good. Alex is looking after the boys with Troy and `Marvin', but I'll be back to change before we head off to Scouts."

"Have fun," I said as we headed inside just in time to see Troy and `Marvin' walk past on their way to the pool. It's such a common thing to see each other naked that you almost don't notice anymore, except that they were both getting much tanner. We both stopped by the kitchen. "So what are you up to tonight?" I asked.

"I was going out with Tripp and Dickson but they suddenly cancelled on me, so no plans at the moment. Thought maybe I'd go hang out at the club with the guys."

"Sound like fun. Take lots of lube."

"Not that club!" he grinned. "The paragliding club. The only lube they use is to oil their equipment." I opened my mouth to say something but he stopped me quickly. "Their paragliding equipment, ya pervert." I just smirked. I'd be happy to oil someone's equipment for them. Just say the word.

We went and joined Troy and `Marvin' who were swimming laps in the pool. If these boys were any more fit, their abs would have abs. "You guys are always working out lately. What's going on?"

"Gotta look good for the beach when we get to California," Troy explained. "I can't be the pale flabby Canadian. You should work out with us. You're losing definition. `Marvin' is a good trainer and the cool down sessions are always fun."

"I guess we could do it for a bit. What do you think Kyle?"

"Why not? I'm not having my usual three hours of sex which is the best workout a guy can get, so I might as well use my energy on something else."

"Who says you won't get three hours of sex?" `Marvin' asked. "Troy already told you the cool down sessions were fun. How do you think we cool down?"

We both undressed and joined the guys in the pool for a while before hitting the gym. I actually learned what half the equipment in that room does. I thought most of it was just a fun place to hang clothes and towels. Who knew it all had a purpose. I worked abs and pecs, glutes, thighs, calves, biceps and triceps and other muscles I've never heard of. By the time we were done, I was a wobbling bowl of jelly. If they'd gang banged me I wouldn't have energy to stop them... I SAID IF THEY TRIED TO GANG BANG ME... I guess they heard as `Marvin' lifted my feet up onto his shoulders as I was doing ab crunches and rubbed his hardening cock up and down my hole. Each crunch I did, he got closer and closer to entering me as he did a countdown for how many more I had to do.

"Five more, four more, three more, two more, one more..." as I lay down from the last one he entered my sweaty hole and pushed all the way in. I was so relaxed and coated with sweat that he didn't even need any lube as he fucked me. Troy was lying on the bench next to us as Kyle stood over him in a 69 position and they worked on the last 7 inches that needed attention on each other. If these were cool down sessions, I'd show up for these every day. Not so much for the work out, but I'd be happy to help them cool down.

By the time we were done and heading for the shower, I was exhausted and every part of me felt like it was on fire. I was ready for bed. I think I may have audibly groaned as we left the shower to grab towels and saw Cory and Blake standing there in their Scout uniforms.

"Were you guys having sex in there?" Blake asked bluntly.

"No we've been working out and just took a shower," I explained.

"No, seriously," he smiled. "What were you doing in there? The bubbles aren't even on."

"We were seriously working out," I said grabbing him by the head.

"Okay, but you know it's not right to lie to a kid," he said being a little brat.

"Keep being a smartass and I'll drop the towel and give you a big wet bear hug," I threatened.

"Not with my Scout uniform on!" He shrieked as they both turned and ran upstairs. God, my whole body felt like someone had removed all my bones and left me a quivering mess, and now I had to go and do a scavenger hunt. Maybe I could just sit under a tree and supervisor from a nice vantage point, but something told me I was in for more exercise. Scouts never did anything that didn't require lots of energy.

"I guess I should go get ready for Scouts," I said to the guys as I dropped the wet towel in the hamper, grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs past the group. The twins were already bouncing around playing with Cory and Blake as they usually did when all of them were together and they didn't even notice me. I got dressed and headed back downstairs to join them. I was slowly feeling my body again and wondered if maybe I really was getting out of shape. I'd have to spend more time with the guys before they left and perhaps get a routine going. I laughed as they came up and said they were going for a run. Kyle was also joining them.

"You know if you want to go someplace, we have lots of cars, right? You don't actually have to run there," I said trying to hold a straight face.

"We're only going about 5K because Kyle is with us tonight. We're taking it easy on him."

"If you say so. Just take your phone Kyle and remember to call 9-1-1 if you can't make it."

"No problem. I'll write it down. What the number for that again?"

"9-1-1, dumb ass," Blake yelled, causing the other kids to giggle. Kyle saluted the boys in uniform and they all ran out the back door and down towards the beach. It was the best place for a 5K run I'm sure. I jumped in the car for our own 5K run to the Scout hall where we met up with all the others. It was good to see Patrick and Kurt looking so cute in their uniforms, although I didn't tell them that. The troop was split into groups different from their normal patrols. Each team had a Venturer, who was an older boy usually around 16 or 17, a Senior Patrol member, usually around 14 and then a variety of the younger boys. Probably better than having one patrol of 11 year olds racing all over town. Each group was going to get a list of scavenger hunt items and had an hour and a half to get back. The rules were simple, at least simple to the Scouts, complicated to an outsider like me. The first team back with all the items would win. If no team got all the items, then the one with the most in the shortest time would win, but if all the teams returned with one or two missing items, and the last team arrived with everything, they would win. However, any team that returned after the hour and a half, would be disqualified. Sounded like a Q initiation if you ask me. Also no team was allowed to buy anything, they must scavenge for it and could not go to the home of any of the members of the Troop. I got Blake's group with Kurt and one of the Scout leaders, while Jason was with Cory in another team and a parent volunteer. The boys were given the list in a sealed envelope and told they had to be polite to people, not break any laws and be careful. Seemed like good advice to me. It felt like the start of the Amazing Race as the boys were in their horseshoe formation listening to the instructions.

Their Scout leader finished up and gave them the get set, go!' command. Boys peeled into groups and ripped open their envelopes. I couldn't see a damn thing as they were crowded around it like it was a smartphone with a hot new app on it. "Come on, let's go," said Kurt. As the Venturer and the oldest, he was the natural leader of the group. They took off running. Great, it looks like I'm getting my 5K run after all. The first place they stopped was at the back of the school field near the portable classroom building. I thought they were doing a cheerleading routine as some boys got on their hands and knees against the wall, and others climbed on their backs and more on their backs until they formed a pyramid, with the boy on the top standing on the back of the top most pair and touching the gutter. I was asked to take their picture, which I did. The item to collect was one member of your team is to touch the roof of a building and take a picture.'

Then it was off to find graham crackers, a chocolate bar and a bag of marshmallows. It sounded like we would be having s'mores later. Yummy. As we trekked towards some houses, Greg walked closer and closer to me. At first I didn't notice, but eventually he was right beside me and I could see he was itching to say something as he kept looking at me. I was beginning to think I had a booger hanging out my nose or something.

"Having fun so far?" I said after quickly checking my nose.

"Yeah. I'm Greg. Do you remember me from the campout last time?"

"Of course. It's good to see you again. Are you still enjoying Scouts?

"Yeah, but I'm pretty busy with other things and I may have to give it up."

"That's too bad. If you're enjoying it, it would be a shame to give it up," I said to make small talk.

"Yeah, but I have other things that I'm dealing with too. So Scouts may not be for me anymore."

"Really? I mean I guess you have to do what's right for you in the end, but if you're having fun, you should stick with it until it's no longer fun."

"I suppose, but do you remember what you warned me about at camp?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Well, you were right. The guys did test me but I didn't take the bait. So thanks for that."

"You're welcome, but hopefully that's not why you're thinking of leaving Scouts. Boys are just like that. It's all part of growing up," I told him. I noticed that we were falling further and further behind the group as Greg continued to talk to me.

"If I tell you something can it stay just between us?"

"Sure," I said. Enter Dr. Justin, psychologist extraordinaire.

"You're gay right?"

"Right, but I already knew that. That's not really secret dude. Everyone knows," I laughed.

"That's not it. I was just making sure. Blake told me all about his Dads and things around his house. Sounds like a great place to live."

"I think he just likes the pool and the cars," I grinned.

"Ummm, I've kinda been thinking about stuff and what if I was, you know... gay?" he said as he lowered his voice.

"Then if you are you are. It shouldn't make any difference to anyone, especially to you. Do you think you are?"

"I might be, but I don't want to be," he said still being very quiet.

"Have you had any experience with other boys except Blake and the one incident at camp?"

"No. I don't know any boys my own age who would admit to being gay or even bi. There's no one at my school."

"I'll bet there's a lot at your school, some curious, some who know but don't want to say anything, but they're there."

"So what makes you think you might be gay?"

"I think about boys all the time. I sneak looks at them in the locker room and my heart pounds faster and I get all sweaty and I almost pass out when I see one naked."

I smiled. I know that feeling. Yep sounds like he might be gay. Straight boys see each other naked and make a note of the other guy to pick on him for his size, or to compare themselves against, but other than that have no real reaction. Gay boys get the symptoms Greg was getting.

"Well don't be in a hurry to decide. You might want to give yourself some time. Do you think about having sex with boys or girls?"

"Boys. Always boys. Girls are nice but I don't think of them like boys."

"I'm guessing when you're playing with yourself, you think of boys and not girls?"

"All the time. I do it at least four times a day. School is the worst place as there are so many good looking guys and I usually have to run to the bathroom between each class. I really want to figure all this out and see if I'm gay or not, but I don't know who to talk to and there's no way I can talk to anyone at school or they'd make fun of me."

"Pick the right person to talk to. Girls are usually the best for that. Do you have any friends that are girls?"

"A couple. But I dunno if I could tell them or not. You're the first person I even said it to, and only because you know of what happened at camp, and that you're gay. I figured I could trust you."

"You can definitely trust me Greg," I assured him. "What are you looking for exactly?"

"I kinda like to find another boy my age who is gay too, so we can talk and get to know each other and you know...do stuff. If I had a friend to be there for me, it might help me to know for sure."

"Are you looking for someone to just be friends with or to have sex with?"

"Both, I guess. I want friends who would accept me if I decided I really was gay, or wouldn't judge me if I was just experimenting because I'm confused or something. But I really want to have sex and all I can think about are boys. So I'm gay right?"

"Don't label yourself. At your age, it's only natural to be curious about sex. Sex with anyone. Jesus look at Blake. He's 12 and can't keep himself under control for 10 minutes, as you've already found out. He's hornier than any 14 year old. Have you and he done anything else other than what you told me?"

"No. No way. I didn't even want to do it that time. It just kind of happened. I didn't start it, I promise. Scout's honour," he said giving me the three finger salute.

"Trust me, I believe you. Blake has no off switch and if he wants something he goes and gets it. One day that boy is gonna get into a world of trouble."

"If you would like to meet a few boys your own age and older, I can introduce you to a few and I'll bet after an hour with them, you'll know for sure."

His eye lit up. "Really? You know guys my age who are gay?" He said trying to keep both his voice and his pecker down.

"I know tons of them. The only trouble is you're a good looking guy and if I take you to them, they're liable to have you naked in under 5 minutes and be all over you. Are you sure you'd be ready to be in a room full of naked and horny boys?"

He grinned so wide I thought his face might crack. "God, it's all I think about. At least I'd know for sure right?"

"That you would. Either they'd prove you like boys or scare you so badly that you'd never want to see a boy naked again. Are you sure you'd want that?"

"I'd be happy to just meet another gay boy."

"Well, if you're free tomorrow after school, I'll introduce you to some and they can help you decide what you really want. Are you a top or a bottom?"

"Of what?" He asked.

"Sexually," I clarified.

"I don't know what that means," he admitted quietly as if he were stupid or something.

"A top is someone who likes to do the sex. Likes to be on top. And a bottom is the one who likes to get the sex, or being on the bottom." I explained carefully.

"You mean like having someone put it in my ass?"

"Exactly."

"I dunno. I've only ever done it once and he sat on me while I was lying down, so I was on the bottom, I guess."

"Actually if you put it into someone you're the top, even if you were lying on the bottom," I said to continue the clarification.

"Huh?"

"Okay, real quick as this isn't really the best place to be talking about this. If you stick your dick in a guy's ass, you're the top. If they stick it in you, you're the bottom," I said rapidly and quietly.

"Oh. So far I've only been the top, so I guess I'm a top. Can I be both?"

"Sure. Lots of people are. That's called being versatile."

"Cool. See I already learned something new. Thanks. Maybe you could teach me stuff."

"I could explain things, but I couldn't teach you because you're only 14. If you text me after school tomorrow when you've had a chance to think about it, I'll introduce you to a few boys and you can see how you get along."

"Oh my god! That would be like the best day of my life. I'd never be able to repay you."

"You wouldn't need to. I want you to be happy and figure out who you are and who you want to be. Surround yourself with people who like you for you and never be scared to be yourself. Give me your phone and I'll give you my number." He handed it over and I put it in for him. I put his in my phone just so I would know who it was when, and if, he texted. "Now you should go get back with the group and let's win this thing. He thanked me and ran back to his team. You could see that that had been weighing on him for a while as he was noticeably more relaxed for the rest of the evening. I could just imagine what the boys at the Academy would do with him if I dropped him off in their lair. As they say, he'd be fresh meat and by the time they were finished with him, he'd either be gay or traumatized. I'd start him off slowly with only a dozen guys. Kurt wandered up to me next and asked how I was.

"Fine so far. Are we finding everything on the list?"

"I think we're doing well. Saw you were talking to Greg. Is he okay? He's been kinda distant and quiet lately. Not his usual outgoing self."

"Yeah. He seems like a nice guy. He's just going through normal teenage things. 14 is a difficult age."

"He's gay huh?"

"What makes you think that?" I asked looking at him to see how he meant it.

"I've hung around you guys long enough to know. I almost have pseudo gaydar from all the time I spend at your place. I'm guessing he just gravitated towards you."

"You're perceptive. That's what I like about you Kurt, but he's still just finding out who he is. I can trust you to keep that to yourself, can't I?"

"Of course. I've never said anything about Patrick. I don't think it's cool to pick on someone for who they are or how they look. Of course picking on them for what they wear or doing something stupid, then they're fair game."

"True enough," I laughed. "You better get back up there and push your team to win this thing."

He ran off and we picked up the effort to gather all the items on the list. Some required team effort where they had to help each other, like getting a picture of a street sign straight on and not at an angle. One of the smaller boys got on the shoulders of an older one to take the shot. Then they had to find four specific color rocks, which meant they spent ages with their lights going through hundreds of stones until they found the right ones. They needed exactly 1 metre of string, a 3/4" bolt with nut, and many other things. It took the entire hour and a half and Blake never came up to talk to me once. I guess having Dad along was nice, but not cool to stop and hang out with him. We raced back to the school where we had started and found that we weren't the first team to have arrived. Obviously our boys were disappointed to find they were second and didn't win the prize, but soon cheered up when they found out there was hot chocolate and their leaders had fired up a portable barbeque so they could roast marshmallows for the s'mores. Before long we had a whole troop of sticky messy boys talking excitedly about how they managed to find all the scavenger hunt items. Jason sat beside me looking all cute in his Scout uniform.

"Hi Scouter Jason. How did your team do?" I teased.

"We were fourth, but the boys enjoyed it. How about you?"

"Second."

We watched Cory and Blake with the other boys and one thing I did notice is that Blake definitely stuck closer to the older ones while Cory stuck to guys closer to his own age. Blake also talked older than his years. I'm supposing that was our doing as well. We really have to keep him a kid for as long as possible. There'll be plenty of time to grow up later on. I'd have to try and find a way to keep him with his own age bracket, although I had a feeling that ship may have sailed. You fumble through and hope they live long enough to be able to move out and be tortured by their own kids.

The boys piled back in the cars at the end of the night and we drove Cory home first before heading back to our place. Blake ran upstairs to bed. I went in search of the rest of the guys. I couldn't find them at first until ADAM told me that they were in the adult playroom. I went down and smiled as I saw Colin being the master over Troy and Marvin'. They were both tied up and blindfolded side by side with dildo's vibrating in their asses, with Colin's cock deep down Marvin's' throat. "Hey baby!" I said as I went up and kissed him. "I'm guessing you couldn't find anything fun to do, so you were stuck with these two tonight?"

He was into his total humiliation game and I loved playing it with him, especially with `Marvin' who had never lost that need to be dominated and talked down to, although around here he got treated like everyone else and not some big shot celebrity. He still loved it when Colin got back into their old ways and treated him like shit. "Yeah, I was horny and you were off at Scouts, so I was stuck with their sloppy asses. Yeah, this one's so loose I had to shove a dildo in with my cock just so I could feel something. He's so loose you could fit your whole head in there and have a look around and he'd never feel it. And that one over there acts like he's never sucked cock before, gagging and coughing before I was all the way into him. Almost puked all over my floor. Both are worthless. Glad your back honey. Wanna help me finish them off?"

"Sure I can hang around for a bit. What do you need me to do?"

"Why don't you pop those dildos out of them and give them both a good fisting. Maybe we can enjoy ourselves enough until we can cum. I've been trying half the night, but these two idiots are so bad at sex that I'm surprised I'm even hard." We all knew that wasn't true, but for the sake of the game it was fun to insult them. "Yeah see how far you can get your arm into them. Make it a competition. First one to scream gets whipped for half an hour."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise as I looked at Colin. He pointed to Marvin' and nodded and pointed to Troy and shook his head. I got the message and went behind both of them and yanked out the dildos and turned them off. I got down behind Marvin' and pulled his ass cheeks apart. His hole was red and had certainly been well used. Colin may indeed have been working on him for hours. "Dude, his hole is so wide I think I can see your cock going in and out of his mouth if I look inside." Troy snickered so I reached over and slapped him hard. "Shut up boy, you're next." I slammed two fingers into his well lubed hole and he moaned as I went all the way inside. His ass was so smooth and moist inside as I felt around and stretched his hole a little.

I pulled on each side of his hole to make him feel me in there and I knew to be more gentle with Troy than Marvin', but not let him know I was being gentle. As I fingered his hole I pressed my face into Marvin's' ass and shoved my tongue deep inside him. It was so sweet, and with him being stretched nicely, I could get a lot deeper than normal, so it tasted even better. I could have stayed like this all night, but I had been given a mission, so I lubed up my hand and began to enter Marvin's' ass. First with one finger then two and three and finally I pushed my whole hand into him. It was difficult to get my fist in and I was careful to go slow but he could take it. At the same time I had two fingers in Troy and was tickling the back of his balls with a third finger. Colin was watching and nodded at me with a smile. He put his hand into a fist and pushed it forward to indicate I should go deeper into Marvin'. I did what he said and felt my fingers go past his inner ring. Marvin' grunted as I got deeper inside and stretched his ass to its limits. I was easily 10 inches into him and halfway up to my elbow. Fisting isn't my favorite thing but if you want to play the role properly, you have to go for it. I pulled back slowly and then punched his hole again and again, making him feel the abuse. I added a third finger to Troy, being really gentle as I knew that was about as much as he could handle and I didn't want to stretch his ass out of shape. I stopped after a couple minutes of it and concentrated on Marvin'. I used my free hand to grab his cock and balls and pull on them as I fisted his ass hard, while Colin verbally abused him.

"Christ, he probably can't even feel it. You should slam your foot in there," he said as he slapped his open palm hard between Marvin's shoulder blades with a loud resounding crack. I looked at him to see if he was serious, but fortunately he smiled and just shook his head to indicate a no. Thank god. The only toe job I ever want to see is on one of the cars. I had finally had enough of fisting Marvin' so I grabbed a large butt plug and shoved it into him so he could stay wide open.

Colin smiled and then looked down at Marvin'. "Fuck you're so useless Justin's even lost interest in you. Normally you can't pry him off a hot guy and he doesn't even want you, you worthless cunt." Colin leaned forward and grabbed Marvin's' ass and took a firm hold as he tried to abuse it even more. I stood up behind Troy and quickly removed my clothes, grabbed some lube and slammed deep inside and fucked him hard. That I knew he liked. I reached under to feel his cock and he was quickly hard. I fucked him relentlessly until he cried out and came in wave after wave of hot boy juice, spraying it everywhere. I knew he would be sensitive now so I fucked him even harder, as I brought my cum soaked hand up from underneath him and let it drip onto his back.

"Who the fuck told you you could cum boy? You're both fucking worthless," Colin said to Troy as he smiled at me nodding his approval. I wiped my hand over Troy's back and then grabbed his hips for a more intense fucking. I felt myself about to shoot my own load and tried to do it quietly as to not let Troy know how good his ass was. My face must have given me away as Colin stuck his tongue out slightly and gave me the thumbs up. I gave him a return thumb. He grabbed Marvin' by the ears and began fucking the hell out of his face. "Here comes my load boy and don't you dare let any of it spill. Swallow it all or you'll be licking this entire floor clean for the rest of the night." He grunted and I could almost hear his cock explode down Marvin's' throat. He did his best to swallow everything Colin had to offer and having been on that end many times, I know that it could be a lot, so I wasn't surprised to hear a little choking and gagging as he tried to get it all down. Once he was done, we both pulled out of our boys at the same time.

"Not bad for a way to get relief when you're desperate and don't have anything else to fuck. They'll do, but I certainly wouldn't go out of my way to use them again," Colin said to me. "Take that plug out of his ass and let's get rid of these cunts, so you and I can have some decent sex together."

I carefully removed the large butt plug from Marvin' and untied them. We made them kiss each other as a punishment' as we watched and critiqued their method. "God, it's like watching two eight year olds sneak a kiss in the school yard. Pathetic," Colin said as he told them to fuck off and get out of our site.

"Yes sir," they both said as they ran out of the room. Colin came up to hug me and gave me a proper kiss to show me how it should be done.

"That was fun," I said when we finally came up for air.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss having them around here after Christmas. I have a feeling they may end up staying down there once the school year is done. `Marvin' was telling me that he missed home and although he enjoyed it here, his heart was still in L.A. Troy is infatuated with him, so I think he'll probably end up moving."

"That'll suck. I don't want anyone to move out. I like our family the way it is."

"Me too, but they'd only be a few hours away and we could visit anytime we want. Plus I know you, you'll be all over the surfer boys down there. I may have to get a leash for you?"

"And a nice leather collar and a cock ring?" I grinned.

"More like a cock cage," he replied as he took hold of my package. I felt really sad that we were probably going to lose Troy as he had become an amazing part of the family. Considering where he started; out on the street living under a bridge and begging for change. Now he was dating a celebrity and getting ready to move to California with him. I was proud of him, but also sad to see him grow up. It was going to kill me when Blake eventually moved out, hopefully not until he was 30 or so. I was already having anxiety over Jason, Alex and their boys moving next door, even though they'd technically be in the same building. That would leave Just Kyle and Blake with us, and although Kyle wasn't making plans to go anywhere, that day would inevitably come, and I had to be ready for it.

We showered and joined Troy and Marvin' in the media room for a movie until it was time for bed. The next day, I had completely forgotten about Greg until I got his text at lunch time. U still wanna hang out 2day?'

`sure. what time u free?' I texted back.

`finish at 3, so 3:30? That ok?'

`fine. pick u up outside your school.' That would give me enough time to drop Kyle at home and get over there. I texted Ben and Reece and told them what I was doing and they both excitedly texted me back saying they were available. Greg was about to meet his first two gay boys and we'd see where it went from there. I picked him up on time and as he got in the car he looked more anxious than a drug dealer at a police convention. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah fine. Are you really going to introduce me to some gay guys? For real?"

"For real. I texted Ben and Reece. I think you'll like them."

"God, I'm so nervous."

"Don't be. They're just regular guys. Just be yourself and forget they're gay. Just think of it as meeting two new friends with similar interests." As we pulled up outside the Academy, Ben and Reece were already waiting, and as soon as they saw us, they jumped into the back seat of the car and introduced themselves.

"I'm Greg," he said as they fist bumped, getting the required ice breaking out of the way.

"You guys hungry?" I asked.

"Starving," Ben said quickly, so I suggested we grab some food and headed for the Spaghetti Factory. I was just going to take Greg into the Academy and see what happened, but that would be like throwing a limbless man into a pool and expecting him to swim. I decided to start slowly. I forgot to tell Ban and Reece that part of the plan.

"So you think you might be gay, huh?" Reece asked. "How big is your dick?"

"I dunno. Average I guess."

"You cut or uncut?"

"I'm not sure what that means," he replied looking even more nervous than before, which I hadn't thought possible.

"He means circumcised or uncircumcised, but you don't have to answer that. Guys, take it easy on him. He's just here to meet some new friends, not be given a physical for an upcoming orgy."

"Sorry, dude. You're really cute, so we just wanted to get to know you better," Ben said apologizing. "Would you want to have sex with us?" I almost groaned out loud. At this rate, Greg would jump out of the car at the next lights.

"Ummm...sure, probably. I guess," he stammered.

"Are you a top or a bottom?" Reece asked.

"I dunno," he replied.

"Have you ever fucked or been fucked?"

"GUYS! Dial it back four notches. Let the poor guy get used to you, Jesus." I take back what I said about him jumping out at the next lights. I doubt he'd wait for me to slow down before leaping out of the car.

"Yeah, sorry." Reece said. "I remember when I wasn't sure and didn't know anyone. I was scared shitless of being gay and tried everything not to be. I figured my life would be over, but now that I accept it, I've never been happier and have amazing friends. If someone doesn't like me for being gay, that's their problem and I wouldn't want to be their friend anyway. Anyone picks on me for being gay, I figure they're insecure about themselves and they have way more problems than I do."

I saw Greg paying attention to him now. "How old are you both?" He asked.

"I'm 16. Ben is 14."

"Almost 15," Ben added.

"I thought you were both the same age, since you're about the same size," he said sounding surprised.

"Nah. I have a way bigger dick than he does," Reece teased.

"Dream on, fag! Maybe when we first met, but I'm bigger now, and I'm certainly thicker," Ben replied defending himself.

"Oh, you're so full of shit you're eyes are brown."

"Says the guy with brown eyes," Ben said pushing his friend.

"Yeah, well I know which brown eye you like, slut?"

"Oh please. That gaping hole is so big I need spelunking gear to go in there." Greg was grinning at their interaction and it appeared the ice was broken.

"Queer boy, you wouldn't know a nice tight ass if it sat on your face and introduced itself."

"Fuck you. As if you have a tight ass. You've been ridden more times than the coaster at the PNE."

"And my riders come back again and again because I'm so amazing. Think about that, one trick Sally?"

"You're such a bitch!" Ben grinned.

"And that's why you love me."

"So are you still sure you want to meet gay guys?" I asked looking over at Greg who was sideways in his seat watching Reece and Ben with fervour (today's word of the day).

"I'm good. Do you guys always insult each other like that? Doesn't bother you to be called fag or queer?"

"Why would it? We are fags. If we own the words, then those who try to use it to hurt us can't. Think about it dude. If someone called you a fag, you'd be insulted or hurt by it right? Like when a straight boy calls you a cocksucker. If you are, then it's hardly an insult. I have my cocksucking merit badge and show it off to whoever wants to see it. Bitches can't insult me if I wear it with pride, yo!"

"I'm in Scouts and I don't remember a cocksucking badge," Greg smiled. "So you don't care if someone calls you a fag?"

"Sure we care if they're trying to hurt us with it, but if we call each other that, then it quickly stops straight boys from using it as an insult. They have to find other ways, or move on to other things. I'm a fag and I don't care who knows it anymore. Bring it on bitches!" Reece said trying to show Greg that it was acceptable to own it.

"I don't think I'd be okay with that," Greg admitted.

"You will be if you're really gay, otherwise you'll have just a shitload of hatred in you, instead of letting it bounce off you and stick to them. Try it. Call us a fag or something."

"I'm good. I don't like to insult people."

"That's cool. So you know when people say `that's so gay?'" Reece said.

"Yeah. Like all the time," Greg admitted.

"You probably think of it as a bad thing. We see it as something fabulous. `That's so gay!' Yep it is, isn't that great?!"

"You guys really don't care if people know you're gay or not?"

"God no."

We pulled up at the restaurant and the guys got out. I watched Greg carefully as Reece and Ben held hands as we made our way inside. He stood back a little and let the guys lead the way. We got a few looks, mainly from older people who still hadn't completely embraced equality. They just told their black slaves to look away as we entered, but nothing was said out loud. I'm kidding about the black slaves. Most of them were Asian now. We ordered what we wanted and Greg looked at the two guys.

"I don't think I could hold a guy's hand in public. Doesn't anyone say anything?"

"No, not really. The odd person will say we're cute together, but not much more. At least not to our faces. We adopted a rule around the Academy that we only do in public what straight people would do. So if they hold hands or kiss, we can too. We're not going to shove our hands down each other's pants in public, but we're equal so we do what everyone else does."

"That's pretty cool."

We ate when our meal arrived and the boys inhaled it like they hadn't been fed in weeks. Ben and Reece talked about school and how their relationship was going. I also made sure they were okay with everything that they needed. They found out about Greg and what sorts of things he liked, and I could see they were becoming a lot more comfortable with each other very quickly.

"You wanna come back to our place and see the school?" Reece asked as we finished our meal.

"Sure. Are there a lot more gay kids there?" Greg asked.

"It's all gay kids," Ben replied with a smile. "Well, gay and bisexual. Oh, just a warning though. Does seeing naked boys offend you at all?"

"No. I'm used to it in locker rooms and stuff."

"How about seeing boys doing it with each other? Because around our place you pretty much can't walk from one end of the dorm to the next without seeing someone going at it."

"Really? Is it always like that?"

"Pretty much. Showers in the morning are the busiest. Guys waking up with boners and helping each other out is pretty common. Even if you stumble in for a shower without one, just seeing guys going at it, gives you one. I'd say it's pretty normal to see at least six guys every morning doing something. It may just be handjobs or blowjobs, but usually there's at least one bottom boy giving it up. Zane is always there early bent over ready to take on the whole house if he could. Hell that boy can hear a zipper drop from across the school and appear before you get your cock out. He rides anything he can find."

"God that sounds intense. I dunno if I could live someplace like that," Greg said looking at him trying to figure out if he was bullshitting or not.

"You get used to it. The big rule is that no means no. Some guys just watch and jerk off. If they get offered more and refuse it, everyone respects that."

"So do guys have sex in groups or just one on one?"

"Both. Sometimes it turns into group fun. Mostly just two or three, and if we want privacy we just go back to our rooms and close the door."

We pulled up at the school and the guys gave him the generic tour first. The old building was impressive and the fact we had a pool and diving area was what he was most fascinated by. Once they told him they swam naked during gym glass, he called bullshit. "No way the school would allow that," he challenged.

"They do. Even our health class teacher allows us to be naked if we want as he says we should just get used to our bodies. The more we see them without clothes, the less sexual it is."

I laughed. "And how's that going in the dorm?"

"Actually he's right. Most of us only get horny in the morning and usually in the showers. Other than that, just seeing guys walking around naked isn't a big deal any more at all. Only the new kids have trouble with it for a week or so before they get used to it. Even if someone starts something, it's only to get off and isn't really sexual. The intimate stuff happens in the bedrooms."

"Wait, guys walk around naked all the time and no one gets boners?" Greg asked looking at him in disbelief.

"Surprisingly less boners than if we were wearing clothes thinking about what the guy had under them. Just seeing a penis or a nice body, isn't as big a turn on any more. Once in a while, a guy might sit and absently stroke his dick, but they usually end up going to a room with someone or to the showers if it turns to sex. Guys get boners at times but we mostly just ignore them now."

"God, I get boners a hundred times a day," Greg admitted. "There's no way I could walk around naked like that."

"Yeah, you could. I'll bet after a few days you wouldn't even think of wearing clothes to wander down the hall or go to the showers."

"Yeah right. I've almost got a boner now just thinking about it."

"Oooo, let's see it?" Ben said excitedly.

"Down boy," I laughed. "Are you sure you can handle a whole place full of naked boys?" I asked as we approached the entrance to the dorm.

"Sure. Just don't ask me to walk around naked with them. I'd be way to embarrassed to do that."

"No one would ask that. Just try not to stare to long if anyone excites you," I cautioned. I could almost feel the sexual tension building up in Reece and Ben as the got closer to seeing if Greg was gay or not. I felt like the head vampire taking a living soul into the lair for the others to feast on. I didn't share that with Greg or I'm sure he wouldn't pass through the doors. Almost as soon as we entered the dorm hallway, it was obvious to see we were telling the truth. One boy was walking back to his dorm from the bathrooms completely naked.

"Hey guys. Pork chops for dinner tonight if you're interested."

"Thanks Jeremy. This is Greg."

"You going to school here?" Jeremy asked as he acknowledged the new guy.

"No, just visiting."

"Have fun. I'm sure Ben and Reece will look after you." He walked past and headed into his room.

"Jeremy has one of those dicks that is huge when it's limp and massive when it's hard. He's like 9½ inches. Probably the biggest in the house. He doesn't like to be touched though. He'll jerk off and let guys watch, but if you try to touch him, he'll probably punch you through a wall, so don't get mesmerized by it if you see it hard. Brian found out the hard way when he took hold of it one day. Jeremy almost beat the crap out of him."

"Good advice. Don't grab a guy's junk," Greg confirmed with a sarcastic smile.

"Not all guys, Greg. Just Jeremy. Pretty much everyone else here would be open to it. Hell, touch mine right now if you want," Ben teased.

We made it a few steps further down the hall before I saw super slut running towards us. Zane had a huge grin on his face as he ran up and hugged me. He was actually wearing more than just a kilt and his nipple ring. "Hi Justin! You wanna fuck me while you're here?" He asked as he looked up at me.

"Hi Zane. Nice to see you too. Good to see you haven't changed."

He grinned and gave me a bigger hug. "I'll never change. Plus I like your dick. It's huge."

"Thanks. I'll pass for today. I'm sure you've got lots to keep you busy."

"Yeah. Who's the new guy? I'm Zane," he said offering his fist out. Greg bumped it and introduced himself.

"You a top or a bottom?" Zane asked.

"Not sure. Just checking things out," he answered cautiously.

"Cool. Well when you're done with these three, I'll be in the lounge if you want to fuck or anything."

We headed for Ben & Reece's room and closed the door. "That dude was pretty intense. Is he always like that?" Greg asked.

"No. He's pretty mellow today. Normally he just wears a kilt and goes shirtless. He'll take any cock anytime anywhere from anyone. He's even done it in the hallway outside his locker for some horny guys," Reece told him.

"No way. In the school? How didn't he get caught or expelled?"

"No one would rat him out, and teachers would just tell him to go someplace more private if they saw it. That's the fun of being in a gay school. Hell, if I texted Zane right now, he'd be here before I could put the phone down. Then he'd let all of us fuck him and still go looking for more."

"How old is he?"

"14. Horniest guy I've ever met, or probably ever will meet. He makes porn stars look like Disney actors."

"You still interested in finding out if you're gay or not?"

"I think so, but not with him though. I don't think I could handle someone like that right now," he replied nervously.

"Nah. That would be cruel and unusual punishment to sick Zane on you before you get any experience. He's good for quick relief. Not really a guy you want teaching you. He's more the type when you have a bone and need to bury it. We like to take it slower," Reece said as he came up to me and began to unbutton my shirt. That was random and unexpected. I already know I'm gay, so if this was a lesson to find out, they were wasting their time, but I liked Reece, so I wasn't about to stop him. Once my shirt was all the way open, he leaned down and began to suck on my nipple as he removed my shirt all the way. Ben sat on his bed and Greg sat beside him. Or more precisely, Ben grabbed his hand and pulled him down beside him. Reece stopped sucking on me and stood up so we could kiss. I totally got into it and pulled Reece's shirt over his head as our lips parted for a second. We made out and grabbed each other's asses. I felt Reece pop the button on my pants and slide his hand inside to grab my crotch as we continued to kiss. He lowered his head and went back to kissing my nipple and then continued down my body tickling my belly button with his tongue. He dropped to his knees and slowly lowered my pants to my ankles. I stood there like I have many times before, but this time I felt like a reality show. I just hope the mean judge likes me. He wrapped his mouth around my bulge protruding along the side of my underwear, and I could feel his warm breathe making my cock excited. I looked over at Greg and Ben who were watching closely. If they had a bucket of popcorn it would be like they were watching a porn. Ben had his hand on Greg's lap and if he was truly gay, it wouldn't be long before those two were making out. Reece's hands came around to my ass and he slowly lowered my underwear exposing my backside first and then slowly brought my cock into view. I glanced back over at Greg who was staring intensely at us. I almost reminded him to blink. I always get that reaction when someone sees a man size cock like mine. Reece didn't waste any time taking it into his mouth and going down on me, as he pushed his hand between my legs to cup my ass for a better hold. Ben moved his hand to rub Greg's crotch gently. The boy was obviously as nervous as hell. A four-way may not be the best way to introduce him to gay sex, but we might as well give him what he came for, and would be cumming for in a few minutes, if we did it right.

Slowly Ben began hitting on Greg as he pulled his shirt up and ran his hands over his chest. Greg wasn't moving at all. He was probably trembling like a leaf. Reece continued to suck me off and I was trying to pay attention to him, but I felt a little responsible to make sure Greg didn't freak out. Reece stood up and quickly got out of the rest of his clothes and put our cocks together to stroke them. I couldn't wait any longer, so I moved him to the bed and got on top in a 69 position. I went down and took his sweet dick into my mouth and almost forgot about the guys on the other bed. By the time I refocused, they were both shirtless and kissing each other. I hadn't planned on having sex with anyone, but since were doing it anyway, I figured I might as well enjoy myself. I pulled Reece's legs back and buried my face in his ass and licked that hot little pink rosebud of his, jabbing it with the tip of my tongue as I pulled his ass cheeks as wide apart as they would go. Then I rolled off and swung around until we were in a spooning position. "Check them out," I whispered into his ear as I nibbled on it. "That's kinda hot." He turned and smiled and shoved his tongue back in my mouth. I reached for the lube on their night table and fingered some into his ass and coated my cock. He knew what was coming as I rubbed my boner up and down his hole and pressed the tip against his willing entrance. He almost instinctively lifted his top leg over mine and pulled me against him so that I began to enter. Reece sighed loudly with pleasure and both Greg and Ben stopped what they were doing to watch me penetrate him. As soon as I was fully buried, he turned his head to kiss me again and I grabbed his cock to jerk him off as I fucked. Greg was getting a front row seat to my `A' game and was obviously enjoying it, especially when Ben opened his pants and felt inside.

"Nice," Ben said in appreciation. I wanted to see it now. He was being as gentle as he could and pulled Greg's hand to his crotch so he could feel the reciprocating boner. I kept fucking Reece almost like he was the bowl of popcorn while we casually watched the show progress in front of us. We were trying to be as quiet hunters waiting for prey, and not spook them. Ben was taking the lead as he removed his pants giving Greg a better view of his bulge and cute underwear. After they groped and kissed for a while, Ben dropped to his knees in front of the newbie and pulled his pants off. He didn't waste any time yanking his underwear right off as well leaving him completely naked. I wanted to go over and slap Ben on the back of the head and tell him to get out of the way. He was totally blocking the shot. There's no way he'd make a good porn star by not giving the viewers what they want. I pulled out of Reece and moved between his legs and put them on my shoulders before I went back inside and leaned down to kiss him. I focused on us for a few minutes and the next time we looked over both Greg and Ben were naked and side by side 69ing. Greg's ass was facing us and it was a nice size and pretty hairless. If he'd been a couple years older, I would have gone over and buried my face in it. Reece and I switched positions so he could fuck me and I watched the younger pair closely. Ben finally made the big move and rolled Greg onto his back and straddled him as they kissed. He was working Greg's cock and slowly rubbing it up and down his ass.

"Wanna fuck me?" He asked gently. Greg nodded his head quickly and silently as if he was in disbelief of what was happening. Probably like an out of body experience and didn't want to jeopardize anything that was going on.

I almost felt myself holding my breath as Ben grabbed the lube and got ready. As he leaned back and Greg's cock disappeared inside him, the look of sheer lust and exhilaration was all over Greg's face. That's all it took for Ben to bounce up and down on him, no doubt giving him the sensations of a lifetime. Ben was totally into it and had learned a lot since the last time I'd seen him. He worked Greg's nipples and kissed him and fisted his own cock until he shot his load all over his partner's chest. As we heard Ben exclaim that he was cumming Reece fucked me harder and shot his own load as I jerked off furiously. I climaxed and pulled his face to mine before he pulled out.

"Have you cum yet?" Ben asked Greg.

"Yeah, about five minutes ago, but I didn't know when I was supposed to stop," he admitted.

Ben laughed. "You can say when you're gonna cum, so it lets your partner know he can cum at the same time."

Reece and I separated and he got off me and wandered over to the other two. "So stand up and let's see the whole package," he said as he pulled the two guys up. Greg was about 6 inches uncut with a slim body. He didn't have any definition on his abs or anything, but he had huge potential to be hot, especially with a few freckles on his shoulders. Ben was thicker than both Reece or Greg but Reece was the longest of the three. Once I stood up, Reece took hold of my dick and showed it off.

"That's how big I hope my dick gets when I stop growing. How big is it?"

"8½," I told them.

"We at least know you're a top," Ben said to Greg. "You should go doggy style and let Justin fuck you with that thing. Then you'll know if you're a bottom too."

"Sorry guys, I can't have sex with anyone under 16. Trying to stay out of jail and all that kinda stuff," I laughed. But if you want to bottom, I think Ben or Reece would be happy to go for round two."

"I'm good for now, thanks."

Reece took hold of Greg's cock and pulled the foreskin back to have a look at the helmet. "You have a nice cock, buddy. I wouldn't mind having you fuck me next time." It was still wet with cum. Reece dropped to his knees and quickly took Greg's cock into his mouth.

"Ummm...that's...ummm it's been...uhhhh," Greg stammered.

Reece just smiled as he pulled the cock out of his mouth. "What? It's just been in Ben's ass? Trust me dude, I know what his ass tastes like, I'm in there every day. Just cleaning you up a bit and tasting your cock in the process. Can't let Ben have all the fun."

"I think I've probably had enough for today," Greg said as he pulled back and reached for his underwear.

"We didn't scare you off or something did we?" Reece asked as he stood up?

"No not at all. This was way better than I could have imagined. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be jerking off even more than before as I think about, if that's possible."

"So have you figured out if you're gay or not?" Ben asked bluntly.

"No, but I liked what we did. I liked it a lot. So I might be. God, it would be so cool to tell my friends that I just got laid, but they wouldn't understand. I guess it's my own little secret."

"Doesn't have to be. You know where we live and we'll give you our number. Anytime you want to come over and have fun, we'll be here. Hell, we'll give you Zane's number and I'm sure he'd jump on a bus to your house, climb into bed with you, ride your cock and head back before you even knew you had fucked him."

I laughed. He was exaggerating, but probably not wrong. "Come on Greg, let's get you home. Plus I think I need to guide you through the sex vampires in the lounge, just waiting to suck a load out of you." The four of us headed down the hall to take the back door out of the Academy, which meant we had to go through the lounge. There were naked and semi naked guys everywhere. A couple playing foosball and pool, while others were curled together watching TV. Greg's head almost spun off his body as he tried to see them all. I smiled to myself as I saw Zane in his familiar place over the back of the couch, pants down and being fucked by one of the older boys. I don't think I've seen that boy go ten minutes without a cock in him. I almost wondered if I should try to get him interested in something else. Trouble is I'd probably end up inside him again myself. That boy was very persuasive and once he was on your cock, you couldn't help but fuck him. Greg walked slowly through the lounge trying to take it all in, until we headed out the back door and down the stairs.

"Were all those guys gay?" Greg asked.

"Pretty much," Ben replied. "Why you see one or two that you'd want?"

"Uh, no. Just surprised how comfortable they all are being naked and no one had a boner. I have one from just seeing them for a second. I can't imagine hanging out there all the time."

We hit the second floor landing and Reece jumped in front of him. "Wait! You have a boner?" He dropped to his knees and expertly popped Greg's jean open and yanked his pants and underwear to his knees to show that there really was a boner hidden in them. "Nurse, we have a code blue. Two cc's of saliva, stat!" He chuckled as he swallowed Greg's cock down his throat. Ben got on his knees and pressed his face into Greg's ass. The look on Greg's face was priceless. He just stood there frozen, not sure of what to do as he looked at me.

I shrugged. "Tell a gay guy you have a boner, is like telling a lion there's a pile of fresh meat not being eaten. We might never get out of here now," I said with a huge smile. Reece reached for Greg's hand and put it on his head to let him know it was okay to participate. I was getting a boner myself, but I was smart enough not to say anything or we would have a full orgy in the stairwell in the next few seconds.

"What if someone comes down the stairs," Greg asked nervously.

Ben pulled back from rimming Greg. "They can wait their turn," he said before pulling the ass cheeks apart and going deeper. It didn't take much of that before Greg was announcing he was going to cum. He shook rapidly and there was no mistaking that he was sending another load. Reece pulled back and licked his lips. Ben scrambled around the side of Greg and slammed his tongue into Reece's mouth.

"Gross," Gregg said as he pulled up his pants.

"What, you never seen two guys kiss?" Ben asked with a cheeky look on his face.

"Not that. I just, you know, came in his mouth. Wouldn't that be gross?"

"Dude, you'll learn. It's actually hot to share cum."

We continued down the stairs as if the intermission hadn't taken place. We all hugged goodbye and I drove Greg home. "So how was that? I promised I'd let you meet gay guys. Now you know some."

"That was fucking incredible!" he said bursting out in enthusiasm. "They totally liked it and didn't care who knew and weren't shy or hiding or anything. It felt so right being there. I think I must be gay. God, I can't believe we had sex in the stairwell. Dude, I can't even thank you enough."

"My pleasure," I said putting a hand on his shoulder. Just never let anyone pressure you into doing something you're not ready for."

"Do you think they'd really be okay if I called them again?"

"I think they'd be hurt if you didn't. Get to know them and you'll have so many gay friends you won't know what to do with them all." I pulled up at his house and he threw his arms around me.

"Thank you. Thank you for the best day of my life," he said ecstatically.

"The best day of your life...so far!" I added. He jumped out of the car and almost bounced up his driveway jumping up and down a few times. If he didn't tone it down just a bit, he wouldn't have to tell anyone he was gay, they would be able to see it from outer space. I drove off smiling to myself. Another boy with his closet organized, just waiting for the doors to be opened to show the world. I'm more than just a psychologist, I'm a sex therapist to the closeted masses. Able to leap tall building in a single bound. Faster than a speeding cum shot...etc. etc. etc. In other words, I'm Justin the Fabulous!

The next day I almost had a heart attack when I heard Blake playing in the twins' room after dinner. He had volunteered to be the babysitter for a few hours, so that Alex and Jason could have some alone time. I took a quick walk upstairs to see how they were doing, and as I got to the bedroom door one of the twins was crying as Blake talked. "Okay, once I pull it out, you just put it in your mouth and suck on it. Although it's just a prick, it might hurt a little at first, `cause it's a big one and it's in pretty deep." I almost passed out. I barged in the room startling the three boys.

"What's going on in here?" I said somewhat harshly.

"Travis has a splinter Dad, so I'm gonna help him take it out. I know all this stuff `cause I have my first aid badge."

I think I let out a giant audible sigh of relief. "Do you need any help?"

"Nah, we're all good. Even though it's just a quick prick with the tweezers, it's a pretty big splinter, so I just warned him that it might hurt. Whenever I got one, my Mom used to say that sucking on my finger always made it feel better until she put a band-aid on it."

"Carry on," I said as I left almost weak in the knees as to what I thought was going on. See what happens when you eavesdrop, I thought to myself. I wandered back to my room and sat on the edge of the bed and then laughed as I thought of the conversation. It sounded like something I would come up with to use on Colin. I can't wait for him to get a splinter so I can use the exact same sentence. I can hear it now.

"Are you sure, you're still talking about the splinter?" He'd ask? Then I'd show him the big prick and let him suck on it. And no we wouldn't be talking about tweezers or fingers. No wonder Blake is all screwed up if this is how my mind works. I decided my heart couldn't take another scare like that so I left the kids alone to play. I decided that if Blake is going to behave, I would too. I'd concentrate on school and put more effort into becoming a psychologist so I could get stuff like this right in the future. In hindsight my suggestion of having sex with Blake was so wrong I perhaps needed to be locked up in an insane asylum. I'll go look one up in case I need to sign myself in. I hope I don't run into Rob Ford while I'm there.

End of Chapter.

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