The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 149

Although we needed to make an early start, Colin and I made up for the lack of sex last night by having a quickie in the morning. Then we went to wake up the boys who were all passed out and sleeping soundly. It was great seeing them all in one room and getting along. We woke Blake and Cory first and as they crawled out of bed, I was surprised to see them both wearing underwear. Blake looked at me and smiled as if he could read my mind.

"We wore underwear as James doesn't like it when we sleep naked," he explained quietly as he pushed the mop of hair out of his face. The two boys stumbled off to the bathroom together. We left the three brothers sleeping as we figured that was up to Jason and Alex to wake them if they wanted them up. We picked up Blake's suitcase to have a quick look at what he'd packed, and as expected he'd packed more toys and games than clothes. We threw a few extra things in that he might actually need and left it on the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible to not disturb the sleeping boys. I went to the bathroom door and knocked on the partially open door.

"You guys decent? I need to grab some things for your suitcase," I said loud enough for them to hear me. I hear a couple of small giggles.

"No silly, we're in the shower, so we're naked," Cory answered. I poked my head around and they were both covered in soap and shampoo. I wish I'd had my camera. They weren't up to anything, so I figured that was decent enough for me. I went in and grabbed the travel kit under the sink that we had ready for trips like this and checked to make sure it had toothbrush, toothpaste and deodorant. I saw one of my old electric razors in there as well, which made me smile. I guess you never know when that first facial hair will appear. I told the boys not to take long as we needed to get going fairly soon.

"No problem Dad, we're not gonna do sex stuff or anything. We don't do that anymore cause we have to be grown up and set a good example for the little kids." I was going to say something about sex being one of the most grown up things they could actually do, but decided to leave it alone. If having the kids around was taking his focus off it for a while, I think that's a good thing. I didn't mention the fact that they were both in the shower with erections. Blake was certainly bigger in that department than Cory, probably by about two inches, but the two boys were so comfortable being around each other that it more than likely didn't even register. I left and dumped the toiletries bag into the suitcase. Colin and I went downstairs to get breakfast ready. One by one the family woke up and joined us in the kitchen. Troy & Marvin' looked like they hadn't slept at all and I wondered if it was sex related or if they'd been talking about the future. Having Troy leave and move to California after school finished in the spring was killing me. It was going to feel like part of my body was going to be ripped away. I just got him as a brother and didn't want him to leave, but I desperately tried not to think of it. For now I was seeing this as a three week vacation he was going on. I could hopefully work some Justin magic and convince him not to leave us. If this is what it'll be like when Blake eventually moves away from home, I hope I have plenty of medication handy. I'll move my bed into the pot garden and stay there until he comes home for birthdays, holidays and orgies. Is it wrong to think of my grown up teenage son coming home with a few of his hot friends to have an orgy with his Dads and their friends? I really am going to need therapy, aren't I? Why does Blake have to be cursed with my big dick and amazing looks. Damn you genetics!! Speaking of which, the two boys ran into the kitchen naked and still soaking wet from their shower.

"We're starving. What's for breakfast?" asked Blake.

How about a towel and some clothes?" Colin suggested as the boys left a trail of wet feet and were dripping all over the floor.

"Gross!" he giggled "You can't eat that. We're air drying. It's the latest thing. Towels are bad for your skin. They rub off an extra layer and expose you to germs."

"Where did you hear that?" Troy asked.

"One of those shows on TV late at night. They have this cool body dryer that you can buy. We're saving up for it."

"Well until you get it, can you please go drip dry in the bathroom, or use a towel? You'll catch pneumonia and I think that's worse for you than losing a layer of skin. Plus you're supposed to get rid of the top layer of dead skin once in a while. It helps rejuvenate you," Colin said to them.

"We know that, Dad!" Blake said shaking his head. "We're not stupid, ya know. The show said you have to use the body scrubber first with `hello Vera' products to get rid of dead skin and then air dry. Did you know that you have dead skin on you all the time and it's caused by rubbing your body with a towel after you shower. We don't want that."

"Great. Go dry off in the bathroom and come back for breakfast, and be quick about it," Colin replied trying not to smile at them. The boys ran off. We didn't care if they were naked, just not dripping water everywhere. Around this house we would never insist on clothes; that would be hypocritical. With James around we had all become a little more modest as he made it clear he wasn't a fan of it, but we shouldn't give in to him. If he wanted to wear clothes that was up to him, but it shouldn't change who we are. Sure, sex over the kitchen island while others were trying to have a meal had pretty much stopped with all the kids around, but being naked was a natural thing and shouldn't be discouraged, and ideally if James got used to it, maybe he'd get rid of some of his attitude. First time he skinny dips, I'll bet we can't get him back into clothes again. Just look at Blake and pretty much everyone else who has come over and done it.

Kyle and Cody strolled in and mumbled a good morning. Both just in their underwear. I still can't believe that Kyle is attracted to Cody. He's a great guy, but way too hairy. He's the only one in the house wearing a fur coat on his chest. Fur is wrong! I wish I had a bucket of red paint to throw on him. I'm so bad sometimes... okay, most of the time. It was also pretty obvious they had just woken up as Cody still had an obvious boner stretching along the side of his shorts. They grabbed some cereal and a coffee and kissed each of us telling us to have a good trip before they headed back upstairs.

We heard yelling at the top of the main stairs, so Colin and I went to check it out. James was yelling at Blake and Cory, and the twins were crying. The only one wearing anything was James. As we got to them from the main floor, Jason and Alex were arriving from down the bedroom hallway.

"What's going on?" Alex asked looking at James.

"They won't put clothes on, and Travis and Trevor want to run around like they are. That's sick and they need to wear something."

"Uncle Alex, me and Cory are air drying, just ask Dad. We have to wait until we're dry before we can put clothes on. We're allowed to be naked. It's not sick, you're just an asshole," Blake said looking at James.

"Blake!" We don't name call in this house. Apologize," Colin snapped quickly.

"Sorry that you're an asshole," Blake said looking at his cousin. I tried not to laugh and noticed Jason was looking away as well.

"Try again," Colin repeated.

"Sorry James," he said more directly.

Alex took over since it was their son. "James, if anyone in the house wants to wear clothes, or not wear clothes, that's up to them. It's not up to you to tell people what they should or should not be doing. If you aren't comfortable seeing people naked, then don't look. Now it's your turn to apologize to Blake and Cory for yelling at them."

"No. Everyone needs to wear clothes or me and the twins are gonna move out," he said standing his ground. Tough little kid considering he was only 7.

"Well you can move out if you like, but the twins are staying here with us. That's your choice. No one is asking you to take your clothes off. We've always agreed to let you have your privacy, but Blake, Cory, Trevor and Travis also have that same choice," Jason interjected, calling James' bluff. At least we hoped it was a bluff. "Boys, do you want to wear clothes or not?"

Travis and Trevor looked at James and then at Jason, and then at Blake and Cory. Finally they looked at each other and then shook their head.

"We like no clothes," Trevor said grinning as they jumped up and down together. Just a side note; boys should never jump up and down when naked, it really draws attention to the floppy bits.

"Then it's settled. Go down to breakfast boys. James, you wait here," Jason said to him as the other four headed down for something to eat. It was kinda cute seeing the four little asses making their way down the stairs. I could feel the rage in James from where I was standing. He had obviously been the one in charge of the twins for a long time and didn't like being told what to do. He was positively hostile as Jason squatted down in front of him.

"James, you don't have to do what everyone else does. That's up to you, but you also need to remember that everyone else gets a choice too, even the twins. You're their big brother and I hope you'll always protect them from harm, the same as we'll do for all of you, but don't make them feel bad. They look up to you. Blake and Cory can be great brothers for you too if you let them."

"My Mom said that it's bad to be naked in front of people as they will try to hurt us. I'm not going to let anyone hurt us," he said crossing his arms defiantly.

"And she was probably right with some people. But in this house, no one will ever hurt you. I can promise that. Look at Blake, he lost his family and came to live with us. Doesn't he seem happy?"

James nodded.

Jason smiled and put his arms around James to pull him closer. At first James resisted and didn't move, but as he got pulled in closer, his resolve softened and he unfolded his arms to allow Jason to hug him, although he didn't participate in the hug at all. "We love you and hopefully one day you'll see that we can be a good family together. But if you still want to move out, just let Alex and I know, and we can help you pack and drive you to where you want to go."

"The twins too?" He asked as he stepped back looking at Jason closely. That may have been the wrong things to say to the kid, but I don't suppose we'll get all the conversations right all the time.

"No, the twins stay here. They're too young to move out. Plus they seem to like it here with everyone, especially since you're here now. I think they'd really miss you. Would you like to have breakfast and think about it?"

He nodded and turned to run off downstairs. Jason stood up and Alex hugged him. "Good one. Another crisis averted. I'm guessing we should all leave our clothes on to go down for breakfast."

We laughed and went down to join everyone. Blake and Cory finally looked dry and were sitting at the island with their cereal and Eggo waffles that Troy was making. It's a good thing the twins were naked as they had strawberry jam all over their chest and it would be much easier to hose them off than to have to do laundry. James had sat at the side of the counter, no doubt where he wouldn't have to see anyone's naked bits. I suppose at seven it can get confusing knowing which sausage is for breakfast. Hell, I even get it wrong and choose the one that comes on the plate sometimes. The only breakfast sausage I know I really like is the one I wake up next too. See how confusing that can be? We finished breakfast without any further incidents and once they were done, the boys all ran upstairs to get dressed for the day. Blake decided that the fastest way to get his luggage down the stairs was to push it down, so it crashed and banged down each stair until it hit the landing. With baggage handling skills like that he could work for Air Canada.

It was a bit of a frenzy as we raced around getting everything else ready. As stuff was being dropped in piles at the entrance, the doorbell went. I answered it to find Colton standing there in new clothes and a big smile on his face. "Hey! Merry Christmas. Thought I'd come over and see if anyone wants to hang out. Darren's away for the holidays, so it's kinda boring. I figure you guys are always doing something fun, so I'd see what you're up to."

"Some of us are heading for California for a few days, but the others will be around. Come in, we're just getting ready."

"See that's what I mean, you guys always do fun stuff. Can't wait until I'm old enough to head off and do whatever I want?"

"When do you turn 16?" I asked as we made our way to the kitchen where some of the others were.

"Whoa! Down horndog! I have a boyfriend," he grinned as he patted me on the back. "But actually I can't wait to turn 16. Couple of months yet." He said hi to Kyle and Troy and asked who was going California. It was just Colin, myself, Troy, `Marvin' and Blake. Everyone else was staying around here.

"Hey Colton. Wanna coffee?" Blake asked randomly.

"Do you have latte?" he asked just as randomly.

"No, just coffee," Blake answered as he stood in front of the older boy.

"I'm good thanks. Not really a coffee drinker," he said with a smile.

"We're going to take the jet skis out on the water if you can get permission to go," Kyle told him as they headed for the kitchen. "Ben and Reece are coming too."

"Me too," Cory said. "Can I Jason?"

"If Kyle is okay with it."

"I'm fine with it. You can't use it by yourself, but we can go in pairs."

"Cool. What do I wear?"

"A wet suit. You should fit into Blake's no problem."

It was set. They were going jet skiing, we were going California, and Jason, Alex and the kids were going to play with all the toys and hang out in the tree fort...with clothes on.

I was packed, had everything freshly shaved in case I was selected for a random search at airport security, which would be like winning the lottery in my mind. The only bad thing about travelling in a private jet is that you don't have time to scope out hot guys at the airport who are tired and horny as they wait for their flight. You simply arrive at the terminal, stroll out to the plane and you're on your way. Of course you can take whoever you want on your plane. The ultimate hitchhiker, and once you're airborne they can join the mile high club...several times... membership expires every hour in my club. Today we didn't pick up any extra passengers and with it only being a three hour trip to Los Angeles, we just played cards for a while and talked about various things. Blake spent a lot of time in the cockpit with the pilots and came back to announce each new thing he had learned. My guess is by the time he was 16 he'd be flying the plane himself and fighting Kyle to see who could borrow it for the day. Nothing gets you laid like taking someone out for ride in the plane...or so I hear.

We landed at the L.A. Airport, cleared customs and jumped in the waiting limo for the short ride to Colin's parents place. It wasn't my day to win the finger in the ass search reward. We offered to give Troy and Marvin' a ride to where they were going, but Marvin' said it was the opposite direction and that they could just catch a cab. We bid them farewell and watched as they left. I hoped they would have fun, and as much as I wanted it not to work for them living together down here, I knew that Troy had to figure this out for himself. As we arrived at Colin's place, the butler met the car at the door and welcomed us home. Ethan and Margaret were waiting just inside the house and I smiled as I saw Carter and Daphne coming towards us, as well as their daughter who ran up to greet Blake. I couldn't believe how big she was getting. We all hugged, or shook hands like manly men, and headed for the living room. I was expecting brandy and a pipe, it seemed so formal, but yet family. We talked for a bit about our Christmas and caught up on things. Blake didn't last too long before he was running off with his cousin to do something more fun. Around Colin's house we didn't have to worry about things like luggage. His butler would have taken everything upstairs and unpacked it for us. I hope he didn't get shocked at seeing lube or assless underwear. Good thing I'd left all the vibrating toys at home or it could have been seriously embarrassing. We were informed that we'd be opening presents after something to eat, and dinner tonight would be at 7. The whole house seemed to run on some invisible schedule and I wondered how they did it. I like being spontaneous and doing whatever, whenever. Compare to Colin's house, ours was utter chaos. Everything here seemed calm, mellow and operating like a well-oiled machine. Here's a question...do all machines need oil? What if you give them oil and they don't need it. What happens then? Will they still run as well? That's all I need to know...now back to the day. Lunch was served and I think it was more food than we could have eaten at three meals. Once Blake found out there were going to be presents, he stuffed food in his face so fast that he began to look like the Stay Puft Marshmallow man; at least his face did. Colin went up to his room and brought down the presents we had for everyone. The rule was that it just had to be small things, except for the kids, as it was about spending time together and not about the gifts. We had given them beautifully framed portraits of the three of us as well as a nice bottle of his Mom's favorite perfume and his Dad's exotic imported teas. They gave us an amazing painting for the house that they said they had commissioned for us. It looked random and abstract at first, but when you stood well back from it, you could see three people in it. Once we saw it, they explained that it was the three of us. What a cool gift. Rich people have such interesting ideas. Me, I was happy with my trip to the porn studio. Maybe one day I'd come up with cool things to give people that are sentimental. Blake open his first gift which was a gift card for a year's supply of candy from Sticky's back at home. I wondered if they'd met Blake. I've seen that boy eat candy; it could bankrupt them. His next gift was a set of Pez dispensers, along with a picture of even more types of them.

"What's a Pez dispenser?" he asked as he looked at the things he had unwrapped. Colin smiled and opened a tube of the candy and one of the dispensers and showed Blake how to fill it. Then proceeded to eat some of them. "Hey! No fair! Let me try." As he was going around the room feeding everyone a Pez pellet, Ethan and Margaret explained that had also gotten him a framed collection of classic Pez dispensers that would be delivered to the house while we were away. He thanked them with a big hug and continued to scarf down the Pez. I just hoped one of the gifts was tie down straps and a muzzle, as he'd be so hopped up on sugar we may never calm him down. The two brothers exchanged books, which apparently was a tradition between them, going back from when they were kids. With Carter being 9 years older, apparently it had started one year with him giving his younger brother some of his old books that he was done with. The next year, Colin gave his brother a set of books he was done with, as he thought his brother might like that since he'd done it the year before, and ever since it had become a tradition. Now the books were first editions or classic rare books or even the occasional unpublished book ahead of its release date, but it was still the same tradition between them. I didn't really have a tradition with Jason, but I'd get to work on it. Maybe we could go to the Christmas Holiday orgy at the Q and gang bang a few boys together. That's a tradition I could get into.

"When do we get to go peasant hunting Grandpa?" Blake asked after lunch getting a smile from Ethan.

"Well, son I think peasant hunting has been outlawed, except maybe in Texas, so we could get into a lot of trouble, but how about if we go pheasant hunting instead, right after breakfast tomorrow?" He answered.

"Cool. Can I have an AK47?"

He laughed. "No, but I have a shotgun you can use. I'm sure your Dad will show you how to use it before we go." Blake looked at me for confirmation and I just pointed to Colin. I had no idea how to kill anything.

"Can you show me today Dad?" He asked. Colin of course agreed to teach him and asked if I'd like to go shoot some targets out in the yard. Targets I can do, so I figured I might as well learn. You never know when a peasant will stroll into the yard and need a quick bullet to the head, or a rogue pop can needs one between the eyes.

"I think your first gun is still in the cabinet son," Ethan told Colin. "It would be the right size for him, but you should run out and get low recoil ammunition for his first time. Nothing takes away the fun of hunting like a bruised shoulder."

Or watching something's head being blown off and then bringing it home to mount on a wall, I thought to myself. We all know the only type of thing I'd like to mount. I told Colin that there was honestly no way I could watch them hunt for real, and he understood. At the same time I wasn't going to stop Blake from experiencing it if he wanted to. If it traumatized him, we'd be there to pick up the pieces...of Blake, not the thing he shot, just so we're clear.

We took a quick trip to get the ammunition and we went into a place like no other I've ever been in. There were guns of all sorts mounted on the wall and in cabinets with accessories to add on, hunting gear and all sorts of other things, just like you see in the movies. I thought they were exaggerating it for TV when you saw it, but apparently these kinds of stores were for real, and the place was busier than a Walmart. No wonder America is the violence capital of the world if all their gun stores are this busy. There was even a section for kid's guns. Are you fucking kidding me? But I was in their country so I kept my mouth shut and just followed along with Colin and Blake quietly, but inside I was just bursting to make comments. Now wouldn't be the best time to criticize the gun craze of America, since I was standing in a shop full of fanatics. Probably not the best place to try and hit on the cute guys either, although I didn't see many of my type in here. If they took a page out of the Australian's book and banned guns, they would drop the violence down to nothing. Since Australia got rid of the majority of their guns, there have been no mass shootings there since. Less guns equals less violence. More guns equal insane amount of violence, despite what the cult leader of the NRA thinks, but I'm remaining quiet. I watched Blake excitedly check out a variety of guns and asked if he could have some. Colin was going to buy him one until I reminded them both that it wouldn't be allowed back into Canada, and would have to stay here in California. That stopped them from buying anything except bullets. I have no problem with them going hunting as long as they ate what they killed. Provided they didn't actually kill peasants. I wasn't eating one of those, a pheasant was even going to be a stretch for me. Maybe I could have fries with it. We could put it in a burger. A McPheasant! Colin also bought Blake a bright orange vest and hat and other assorted hunting gear. He was starting to look like Elmer Fudd. There was nothing in here I would wear as stuff just didn't match. Bright orange with camouflage, what were they thinking? Nets and weed covered headgear? Okay, am I missing something? You buy camouflage to blend in with the forest, and then bright orange so you stand out to be seen. Anyone? Are we trying to hunt animals or have them die from laughing too hard? What designer came up with that idea? I could already picture Blake in a lake somewhere, slowly rising out of the water with his fully automatic weapon at the ready and blasting Bambi to pieces like he was Rambo. I think I liked the British version of the fox hunt better than this American store's idea of hunting. Seemed more civilized to be on a horse, dressed in a suit with a cool hat and blowing a horn as you chased a fox into the woods. Seemed more sporting somehow. I still wouldn't kill the fox, but the idea seemed better than laying in the woods hiding in wait for some unsuspecting animal to stroll in and be ambushed. At least the fox knew what was happening and had a chance to get away. Sort of like the Hunger Games for foxes.

I waited around patiently trying not to make eye contact with the large dudes trying out massive guns. Something tells me that little fags like me make perfect target practice for guys like this so I butched it up a bit and farted. That should show them. Maybe I shouldn't have worn clothes that match though. No one else in here seemed to care how they looked, so I was kind of standing out like a digital display in Times Square. Once Colin and Blake were finished, I smiled as they wore their new hunting caps out of the store carrying their other purchases and the ammunition for the upcoming invasion. Look out Bugs, here comes Elmer!

"Are you sure you don't want a hat Dad? They can see you in the forest easier so that nobody shoots you." "Thanks buddy, but I'm good. An orange hat totally clashes with what I'm wearing. Plus it didn't work out so well for Dick Cheney's friend."

"Who's Dick Cheney?" Blake asked.

"Not important, but just make sure you stick close to Colin and do what he says and remember it's not a game."

"I know Dad. I'm almost a teenager. I gotta learn how to hunt so I can survive in the wild like Bear Grylls. Part of being a good Boy Scout."

I looked at Colin almost begging him not to go. He just smiled. "Don't worry, he'll be safe. My Dad used to take me and Carter hunting every Christmas. It wasn't so much about killing anything as it was about spending the day together doing something with just the guys."

"Did you always kill something?"

"Yeah. It was kinda the rule. We couldn't go home until we had something to show for the day."

"And fishing never crossed your mind?" I smiled weakly. Even that seemed tough to do for me. Pulling out a struggling fish who knew he was about to die and then clubbing him on the head like we were cavemen. One day the Planet of the Apes is gonna become real and we'll be the fish getting clubbed or the animal hunted in the forest. Then the shoes will be on the other hands. You wait and see. Killer whales will rule the waters and Apes will control the land. We'll be screwed. Okay where was I? Seems like my herbal medication is kicking in. Duck season, wabbit season, duck season, wabbit season... Oooh a cute boy! Twink season...

We got back to the house and the guys said they'd be right back. I hung out in the kitchen with Margaret and had a muffin and some milk. Totally a Mom move. I almost fell off the chair laughing as Colin and Blake strolled back in. They were both wearing camouflage clothes, boots and their orange hats. They had an ammo belt slung diagonally over their shoulder while each carrying a gun. They even had dark lines under their eyes like a football player. I suppose laughing at guys with guns may not have been the best approach, but they both looked so adorable. I took a few pictures of the hunters as they approached.

"You guys look so dangerous," I smiled as they sat beside us. "Are there bullets in that gun?" I asked Blake.

"No. I can't have bullets until we go to the practice place and then when we get to the forest. I have to have them in case I get attacked by a bear or something. I have to be able to defend myself," Blake replied.

"Are there a lot of bears where you're going?" I asked looking at Colin immediately.

He shook his head behind Blake. "You never know what may come along," he smiled trying not to show the humor in it.

"I'm gonna watch for a lion or a tiger," Blake said bluntly as he stuffed a muffin in his face.

"That would be an interesting hunting trip," I placated as I handed him some milk. A total Mom move.

"Are you gonna come watch me shoot targets?"

"Wouldn't miss it," I grinned at my super butch hunter with a milk moustache. We finished up and Margaret told us to have fun and they'd see us at dinner. The three of us headed out to the back yard where a clay flingy thing had been set up. There was a guy waiting with Ethan who looked like he was in charge and explained the rules. Once we had the gun aimed at the sky, we were to yell "pull" and they'd release the flying clay Frisbee.

"Keep the butt of your gun tight against your shoulder before you pull the trigger. Let your shoulder take the recoil rather than having the gun slam into it," the instructor said.

Already I wasn't liking the idea that I could get injured just from shooting at flying frisbees. Blake was just wide eyed listening to everything. His gun was smaller than Colin's and the one they had selected for me. Ethan and Colin went first to show us how it was done.

"Pull!" Colin yelled when it was his turn and the clay disc took off. Colin followed it and blew it into a million pieces. So simple even a child could do it. The child was next. "Look through the sight of the gun and aim slightly ahead of the target before pulling the trigger." Blake nodded as he listened to Colin's instructions.

"Pull?" He said almost as a question rather than a command. The Frisbee took off and Blake followed it and took a shot, missing completely. "Damn it!" He said looking disappointed.

"You did well. Did you feel the kick of the gun?" Colin asked.

"Yeah it pushed against my shoulder, but it didn't hurt."

"So now all you have to do is aim and get out ahead of the target. You're already a natural," Colin said praising him. "Okay, honey. Your turn." They both looked at me waiting for me to get into position.

"Yeah honey! Your turn," Blake mimicked. He does know I have a loaded weapon right? Doesn't that `stand your ground' thing include people who insult you? It should.

I got the gun ready and when I thought I'd wasted enough time, I yelled `pull'. The target took off like a UFO and I followed it, trying to remember Colin's instructions to get out front of it. I pulled the trigger and two things happened. I nicked the edge of the flying disc and saw chips break off it, and the gun slammed into my shoulder and damn near ripped it off my body. I almost dropped the gun from the shock of it. I put it down and rubbed my shoulder. It felt broken. "Call 911. I've been shot!" I said as I sat down hard on the ground. This was it, I was going to the great orgy in the afterlife. Colin rushed up to me as the pain raced through my shoulder. He took a firm hold of my shoulder and rubbed.

"You're alright. It's just the recoil from the gun. Know you know why you have to keep it up tight against your body as you pull the trigger."

"Yeah Dad, you have to keep its butt in your face," he giggled. Seems like I'd be good at that.

"I thought you bought low recoil ammo," I said looking for the gushing blood that was probably pouring out of my arm. Someone should be yelling for the medic. I've been wounded in battle, and lost to a clay Frisbee. How will it look on my tombstone? `Here lies Justin. The big homo died fighting pottery. Rest in pieces.'

"We bought that ammo for Blake, so that it wouldn't rip his arm out of the socket. Adults can usually handle the full load," Colin explained. I know there's a witty comeback in there somewhere, but I'm dying, so my last words should be those of wisdom. "Fucking OW! I hope you two will remember me after you've let me die," I said lying down on the ground. Colin just knelt beside me grinning.

"Dude, shake it off and stop being a drama queen. There isn't an Academy award being handed out for this."

"Just leave me here. Save yourselves," I said as I raised my good arm to seek out Colin. "I'm fading fast. I can't see anymore," I whispered.

"Dude, you're lying with the sun in your eyes. The most you'll have is a bruise and sun blindness. There won't even be a commemorative scar."

Blake giggled. "Can I go again before Justin dies? He should at least see me hit the target."

I lay back as Colin left me to fade away as he went to help Blake. I heard them getting ready so I pushed myself up so I could see him take the shot. He yelled `pull' and I watched him stick out his tongue as he concentrated on the flying disc. He pulled the trigger and clipped a small piece of the target. He jumped up and down as if he'd bagged his Lion. "I got it Dad! Did you see? I nailed that bitch!"

I laughed and congratulated him. He ran over and jumped on me. "I'm a super hunter. I think I wanna be a sniper when I grow up."

"Nice! I'm proud of you." I said as he got off me and jumped around. I sat there mortally wounded as I watched Colin and Blake take turns picking off the targets. Blake got better with each shot and I was so proud of him. My own personal assassin. They finished up and we headed back to the house. Me with one limb totally useless, and the bitch of it was that it's my jerking off hand. If I didn't die from the wound, I'd die from my inability to whack off. Back at the house Colin got me an ice pack for the shoulder and told me it would help with bruising. My big hunting adventure was a bust. Tomorrow I'm heading for the beach to see if anyone was interested in a used twink with one arm. Maybe I'd get sympathy sex.

We had a nice family dinner with everyone and spent time just hanging out. The two kids kept themselves busy and Blake really was good with Carter's little girl. I'm pretty proud of how he interacts with people. From older to much younger, he seems to have a knack for getting along with everyone. I'm even willing to bet that he'll win James over at some point and that they'll be best friends one day. Blake was too excited to go to bed early, so he stayed up and played video games and hung out with us until we all called it a night. Blake had been set up in a guest room, but he stood looking at us with those big green puppy dog eyes and that shaggy hair as we headed for Colin's room.

"Let me guess, you want to sleep with us?" Colin asked. Well there goes our night of sex. Cock blocked by Elmer Fudd.

"Can I? I think we should all stay together in an unfamiliar house," he said trying to be wise. Of course, the only one the house was unfamiliar to was him.

"Come on," Colin said putting his arm out.

Blake grinned and ran into the bedroom, then he turned around and quickly ran back out. "Be right back," he yelled. A few seconds later he was back with his toothbrush. We had a quick shower and got ready for bed. I hate sleeping in my underwear but I could put up with it for a night or two. We climbed into bed with Blake in the middle. We kissed each other good night, getting a sarcastic comment from Blake when I leaned over to kiss Colin, so I made a point of giving him a raspberry on his chest. It had been a long day so we fell asleep quickly. A few hours later we were up and getting ready to head down to breakfast. Blake ran back to his room to get clean clothes, and instead of changing there, he ran back into our room and joined us in the bathroom. He brushed his teeth and watched as we both shaved. I nudged Colin as we were both in the shower together. He wiped the water out of his eyes and looked over at Blake who was using my electric razor to shave. He touched it to his face and stuck his tongue into his cheek like we had, and then hitched himself up against the counter to look closely in the mirror, then ran his hand over the place he'd shaved. The boy was as smooth as a baby's butt, yet somehow he thought the razor was making a difference. He did each part of his face like that and we just watched as we showered. Both of us were grinning at his antics, and he'd obviously been paying attention as he did it exactly as we do it. Then he put the razor down and joined us in the shower.

"Feel my face Dad," he said looking up at Colin first. Colin ran his hands over him.

"Smooth," he commented.

Then Blake looked at me, so I did the same thing. "Very nice." Then I ran my hand over his butt, and then back to his face and back to his butt. "Did you shave your ass as well? They're both just as smooth," I grinned.

"No! God, don't tell me you use that razor on your ass," he said looking horrified.

"Of course not. I use it on Colin's ass and he uses his on mine," I chuckled as I teased him.

"Oh gross!! I just used that on my face!" He said pushing his face under the water and scrubbing it hard.

"Relax drama queen. I'm just kidding. We only use that type of razor on our faces," I said patting him on the head.

"Whew, that's a relief. I should probably get my own razor though."

"I thought you had my old one in your bag," I said as I shampooed his hair. I still love soaping up that mop.

"Yeah, but I'm probably going to need a new one if I'm gonna shave every day. Don't you need shaving cream?"

"Not for the electric ones, just the manual type," Colin explained.

"So why do you need both?"

"Just different types of shaves," he answered.

"Sometimes the manual ones get closer and they can also be used for other parts of your body, like chest, underarms, things like that."

Blake looked under his arm and showed me his pit. "Do I have any hair there yet?"

"Nope, not yet."

"Okay, so I'll just stick with an electric one then. I'm not gonna shave my other hair. You know the stuff down there," he said pointing at his crotch. "Maybe if I get a lot hairier, but guys at school make fun of boys with no hair."

"Good idea for now," I agreed. That was the extent of our boy talk and we dried and dressed for breakfast. In this house, you went down in proper clothes. Either pyjamas and a robe, or fully dressed. No running around in your underwear.

After Blake, Ethan, Colin and Carter headed off for their day in the killing fields, I got on with my day. The ladies invited me to go shopping with them and spend the day at the spa. I declined, although I wasn't thrilled about heading off on my own, and for a brief second thought about calling Troy and Marvin' to see what they were up to, but decided against it. I knew where I was going, so I borrowed a car and headed towards the best place to find blonde surfer boys; the beach, but after an hour of seeing all the hot bodies and not knowing who was available and not available, I was so far beyond horny that I thought I might explode. I had gone into a few of the bathrooms which also serve as change rooms and almost passed out as beautiful guys got naked in front of me. Even an hour in the cold ocean wasn't going to help this problem, so I got out my phone and linked to ADAM back at the Q, who gave me the address of the Q society building in L.A. I tapped it into my Google map and was off to West Hollywood. I smiled as I arrived at the corner of Santa Monica and San Vincente Boulevards and saw the familiar rainbow crosswalk. A true sign you've either entered the gay neighborhood, or a My Little Pony' cult, but I'm betting on gay. Which is a good rule for life anyway. Always bet on gay. I found the address of the Q and the only thing on the outside of the door was the Q Axe symbol that matched the tattoo on my toe. I found a parking space and made my way to the door, only to find it locked. I buzzed the bell and the door was released. I felt like I was entering a mafia safe house, which was exacerbated (that's my popup word of the day) once I got in and found myself in a small entranceway with a guy behind a glass wall. It felt like I was heading into a bath house.

"Can I help you?" he said firmly but politely.

"Is this the Q Society?"

"Do you have some identification?" He asked.

I was slightly surprised by that but took out my wallet and handed him my driver's license. He didn't even look at it. "You must have the wrong place, unless you have other I.D." I didn't as we don't use I.D. for the `Q' at home or anywhere else I've been. Then I snapped my fingers and smiled as I removed my shoe and sock and showed him the tattoo on my toe. He didn't say anything, but buzzed the next door. I had made it in, but to my surprise, yet again, I still wasn't all the way inside. The next room looked like a locker room where two cute guys in tight underwear greeted me.

"Welcome. Is this your first time here?" said the shirtless blonde boy. Things were looking up.

"Yep. Just visiting from Vancouver," I replied ready to see what their club had to offer.

"I'm sure you'll have fun today with all our brothers," said dark haired guy who looked like he might be Spanish. Both had great bodies and if they were the only two here, I could still have a great time with just them. The Spanish guy stepped up to me and lifted my shirt up over my head. They certainly didn't waste any time...and they say Canadians are friendly. These two seemed super friendly. He handed it to the blonde guy before going for my pants. I looked at him curiously. "This is a nude only, safe club, for our members," he explained as he unfastened my belt. I kicked off my shoes as he lowered my pants and I stepped out of them. Who was I to complain about a nude club? He handed the pants to his partner who neatly folded them and reached into my pocket for my phone. It was handed back to me and I was asked to turn it off, which I did. Then my underwear was removed. I couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious and because I was so horny, I was having trouble keeping my dick down, so it wasn't completely flaccid. All my stuff was put into a locker and the blonde told the Spanish boy it was number 45. That number was written on my upper thigh in black felt marker. I felt like a cow heading for slaughter.

"If you see this number begin to fade, be sure to return here and have it redone, as it's the only way to reclaim your clothes," he explained. That was a good idea. No worry about carrying around a key or anything. I like it. "Are you a top or bottom?" I was asked quickly.

"Ummm, versatile," I answered a little taken aback by the blunt question. He wrote a V' under the locker number. I hope he doesn't ask blood type, cause I just have no idea, and I don't think red would be the right answer. "Do you do this for all members?" I asked curiously.

"Yes. Like I said this is a nude club and a safe zone. We don't allow drugs or non-members in here and have to be careful so we don't have a lawsuit. We are only licensed as a private club and things are pretty strict with it. We just need to check one more thing, if you could turn around and put your hands against the wall, please."

I did as he asked and spread my legs when he directed. I kept watching behind me and saw him put lube on a finger and realized that if he shoved that in me, my cock was going to lose the battle to remain soft, and that's exactly what he did. He shoved his finger deep into my ass and probed around. My cock went instantly hard. If this was a test to see if I was actually gay, then I passed with flying colors. He removed his finger and told me I could stand up again. "Sorry for the formalities, but we have to make sure," he partially explained. "You have a nice cock though. If you're still here when I get off work, I wouldn't mind taking a ride on that."

"Thanks. What happens now?" I asked wondering if I was going to have to blow one of them or have more cavities checked with something bigger, longer and thicker.

"Now, you have fun in the club," the blonde smiled as he led me to another door and entered a code to open it. I was beginning to feel like I was in a video game where each level was a new adventure. I went through the door, still completely nude, sporting an erection. Talk about making an entrance. Beyond the final door was the most amazing club I've ever seen. There were leather chairs, a bar, pool, lounge area, dance floor, and a bunch of hallways and side rooms. It was like a cross between a mansion and a bath house, and it was busy as shit. As I entered all eyes watched me come in and I have never felt so self-conscious as I did at that moment. For the first time I actually felt nervous entering a gay club. I almost thought of putting my hand over my erection, but it was too late for that now. Someone must have noticed as a small tanned brown haired guy came up to me.

"Hi, I'm Caleb. You must be new from the look on your face, and from the erection you mustn't have been expecting the ass check."

"Justin," I replied. "And yeah, that was a bit different when entering a club."

"They do that because someone snuck drugs in a few years back and almost got the whole place shut down when a few guys overdosed on the stuff he brought in. It was laced with something and almost killed everyone. Now they're extra careful."

"Makes sense," I agreed.

"Let's get you a drink. Where are you from?"

"Vancouver," I told him as we made our way to the bar where I ordered a Smirnoff Ice. The bartender asked my number and I showed him my leg. That would be a good job. A bartender where you have no choice but to check out naked guys and have a reason to stare at their junk as you read their number. Caleb played host and showed me around the large club. There were multiple rooms. One had a giant wrestling mat in the center with benches all around. Another had what looked like a paddling pool, but without water. Caleb explained that the liquid in it was oil and was fun for wrestling. I'm sure it would be. There was a video room showing porn and another one showing a regular movie. The dance floor towards the back was busy and I loved the music. We made our way down a hallway and around a few corners where it got pitch black. Caleb grabbed my hand and led me through it. This was the blackout room and I hadn't gone two steps into it before hands were all over me trying to use my cock and finger my ass. I kept going as Caleb pulled me through it. Once we were out the other end, I felt a bit less anxious as it seemed like there must have been a few hundred guys in there. It was hot and the sounds and smells of sex were thick in the air.

"That's the most popular room," he explained grinning. "I like it in there."

"I can see that," I smiled as I looked down at his reasonable sized erection. I also took notice that he also had a `V' on his leg, so I might have a chance to fuck him later.

"Yeah, two minutes in there and I'm usually boned up. That's when I hit the pool to get back under control. We also have a massage room, gym, and the dungeon. Are you into S&M?"

"Only mild stuff. Nothing serious."

"Wanna go check it out?" It's usually really busy down there."

I nodded and took another drink as he led me downstairs to the large dungeon with all sorts of corridors, cages and chain link fence halls. I have to admit I haven't seen that much bondage in one place ever. Guys were in every state you could imagine. Some were tied to the wooden X's, others secured to the fencing. Guys were in harnesses, nipples clamps, hoods, being whipped, weights hanging from their balls, one was even tied up in what looked like Saran Wrap, with only his head and cock out. Basically you name the act and it was happening. It was like every porn I've ever seen rolled into one room. My cock didn't know whether to go hard or shrivel up in fear. Caleb was so hard that his cock was pointing straight up and dripping pre-cum. I guess he lied earlier. It looks like this was his favorite room. He quickly went over to a guy tied down on the floor. He was face up and spread eagle with a hood on with only his mouth showing, and clamps hanging from the ceiling were on his nipples, and from the look of them they were being tugged pretty hard as he almost had boobs. He had a large butt plug in his ass and was rock hard. Caleb quickly went over to straddle him. It wasn't the best looking cock I'd ever seen, but it was thick. Caleb dropped hard onto him and the guy groaned.

"You want a ride?" He asked me.

"No, I'm good for now. I'll figure out what mood I'm in shortly, after I've seen everything. I was kinda thinking about the oil wrestling pit. That could be fun." Caleb didn't stay on the guy for long and when finished his ride, he stood up, aimed his cock at the guy's face and pissed all over him. It took me a little by surprise, but I soon realized that the thing he was tied to was a metal grate that I assume was meant for this kind of play. I looked around quickly and saw the hose that they probably used to clean up afterwards. The guy opened his mouth and almost greedily accepted the warm salty liquid. Never got the hang of that myself. I could piss on someone, but no way I was going to drink it. Must be one of those acquired tastes, like oysters or pussy.

The tour continued as Caleb led the way back upstairs. "I like that guy's cock. Stretches me open nicely. He's not that long, which is perfect as I haven't learned to take it deep yet, but I'm working on it. Maybe you can fuck me later. Your cock seems pretty big."

"Thanks. Yeah, I'm 8½", so about average I guess," I smiled to myself as I knew I am way above average, but was trying to be modest. He never reacted. Back upstairs, we entered a maze of gloryholes, semi private fuck areas, and a large space with leather couches. Guys were going at it like rabbits in here. From there we went into a multi-room steam bath. There was a large plunge pool in it and the whole place was another labyrinth of twists and turns. They seemed to like this design. I was beginning to wonder just how big this place was, and as we left the warmth of the steam room, we entered a large games room with pool tables, video games, sofas, and what looked like a restaurant. Caleb explained that this was on the backside of the bar and used as a place to unwind and socialize. No one had sex in this area. Not because it was forbidden, but just because it was an unwritten rule that the guys made.

"Hey, here's someone you should meet," Caleb beamed as he took me over to a guy hanging with a couple of other people. I love California boys for their tans and blonde hair. As I think we've all figured out, they're my favorite type and there were three of that type in front of me. One of the guys looked really familiar.

"Guys," Caleb said as he approached them. "This is Justin. He's visiting from Vancouver. Justin, this Chris, Carlos and Trey. Trey is our club president."

That's how I knew him. I'd recognized him from our last annual meeting. They all acknowledged me and said hi as they checked me out. I returned the favor and checked them out. Carlos was the only one of us that was uncut. His balls were massive and I wondered if they were always like that or of he just needed to bust out a big load. We finished eye fucking each other, and I figure if we sniffed each other's butts, it would be a complete greeting. I think only dogs and naked homos greet like that.

Trey smiled and spoke to the others around him. "You guys know who this is?"

"He looks like that guy from that new TV show `Blurred Lines'," Carlos said quickly.

"He's the COO of the Q Society. Justin Masters. His husband owns the organization. Gentlemen we have royalty in our midst."

I laughed. "Thanks. I'm hardly royalty. Just another horny fag, looking to get laid, so I came to the one place I figured I'd find some other guys in the same state."

Caleb looked at me. "So you mean you own the place? I feel stupid showing you around."

"Why? I've never been here before, so I appreciated the tour. I'd have been lost wandering around here on my own."

"So you really own the whole organization?" He asked staring at me as if my whole status with him had changed and I was now an untouchable or something.

"Well Colin does, and I'm married to him, so I suppose I kinda own it too," I said trying to downplay it.

Carlos was still staring at me. "I'm still pretty sure that you're the guy on that show `Blurred Lines'. I'd put money on it."

"I can state without a word of a lie, it's not me on that show," I said looking directly at him.

"JEB!" He yelled at a guy nearby and waving him over. "Remember that new show we watched last week with Tommy Anders in it?"

"Yeah," said the new guy as he walked up to our group.

"Doesn't this look like one of the main characters?"

Jeb looked me up and down and smiled. "Yeah, it is definitely. Even has the same arm tattoo."

"I knew it!" Carlos said excitedly.

"I can promise you it's not me," I repeated.

"Is that something you have to say for confidentiality or something, or to protect your identity? I'm guessing if someone took pictures of you naked in here, and it got out, it would ruin your rep or something, or maybe affect the show," Jeb suggested.

"Or it's just not me and I don't care if people take my picture or not. I just wouldn't want nude pics of myself on the internet, like most guys, I'm sure."

"That's why this is a safe space," Trey reminded everyone.

"Well if it really is you on that show, but you're not allowed to say anything, can we go fuck so that at least in my mind I can say I did a celebrity."

"He also owns the whole Q organization," Caleb added helpfully.

"Is that true?" He asked looking at Trey who nodded.

"A double bonus," he smiled as he reached over and took a firm feel of my dick. He pulled on it and basically dragged me along behind him as our group headed out of the lounge and into another play area. I recognized this room from when we first started the tour. It had the large raised mat in the middle where several guys were already going at it. We had barely gotten in the room, when Jeb dropped to his knees and sucked my entire cock into his mouth and took a firm hold of my tight balls. Trey stood next to me and put his hand on my head as he leaned in to kiss me, pushing his tongue halfway down my throat. Now this is true hunting. I'd already bagged a few trophies and I wondered if Blake and Colin were as successful. With the expert blowjob I was getting and the stimulation of the kiss, my cock rapidly rose to full attention. Jeb worked on it for a couple more minutes before standing up and going over to a lube dispenser on the wall. That seemed like a better idea than having to go find bottles of it. I'd look at adding that to every room in our house. He shot a couple squirts into his hand and turned me around and had me bend over the edge of the mat. He lubed my hole and without warning or preparation, slammed his cock into me.

"Looks like your record is intact," Trey laughed as he rubbed my lower back and reached under to take hold of my erection.

"What record is that?" I asked. "Fucking balls deep on the first thrust?"

Trey chuckled. "No, but that's a good one. Jeb's not known for foreplay when it comes to fucking. His record is that he's had sex with every guy that's ever been in the club...at least once."

My kind of guy, I thought to myself. I'd be hanging out with him for sure. Caleb stood on the mat in front of me and waved his cock over my face aiming it at my lips. I didn't disappoint and opened up to take it in. His hands went to my head and he began to face fuck me. My first California spit roast this visit. It's like going to pig roast in Hawaii. It's just something you have to do or you haven't experience the culture properly. Jeb gripped my hips firmly and hammered me hard, like a man possessed. Trey flopped onto the mat on his back and shuffled under to suck my dick. Chris bent over to suck on Trey's dick. We were into it now, and I felt like I was the Canadian Ambassador of Sex in America. It didn't take long for Jeb to make the announcement that he was cumming and if it was even possible, he nailed me harder and faster before he grunted and cried out, making sure everyone in the room knew he was unloading. Now this is the kind of shooting from a big hard gun that I like, and I even stood my ground for it. It was even one of those fully automatic ones. I'm so American right now! He pulled out and wiped his cock on my ass. I was just about to stand up when a large hand went right into the middle of my back and pushed me back down. Another cock entered me and I looked back to see a large black guy. His cock was way bigger than Jeb, and he also didn't waste time getting balls deep in me. I had to work at relaxing as this guy was thick and it felt like he was ripping me apart. My poor tight little ass isn't use to such abuse. Another guy joined Caleb and they kissed as this new cock was placed close to my mouth. I tried to suck them both, but my mouth just isn't that big. ...Okay, I'll wait for the sarcastic comments to end before I continue...(insert Jeopardy theme here!). I sucked them alternately as I was being pummeled and sucked. I don't care where you go in the world, sex is still the universal language. They say English is, but I'll bet I could speak sex to any guy in the world and be understood better than English. Middle of the African desert, or outer Mongolia, I'll bet whipping your dick out is a much more understood greeting than Hello, or Hey Dude, What's up?' Trey was enjoying my cock so much I don't even think he noticed when a guy got between his legs and lifted them onto his shoulder and entered him. I could only see it by glancing sideways, but it looked hot. I was still sucking cocks in tandem. The black guy pulled out forcefully and shoved three fingers into me and began working my hole before adding a fourth. I was feeling the pain of being stretched so wide, and the guy's hands weren't exactly small. I had to reach back and stop him from adding more, as he appeared to be going for the full fisting. I'm not ready to go there yet. Especially not with such big hands. He pulled out and got on his knees behind me. Those massive hands pulled my cheeks wide open and I felt his scratchy face bury itself into my crack. He had a tongue like a snake and it worked deep into my hole. I could almost feel him lapping the cum out of me. Damn it! That's my cum bitch! I earned it! I almost giggled as I thought about it. I'm sure I'd be collecting a lot more before the day was over. For the next hour, or maybe hours, we played on the mat and I was in every position you could imagine, being used in every way possible. By the time I said I needed a break, I could barely walk. Trey went with me to the shower first, and then we slid into the hot tub together so I could soak all the sore bits.

"I think I know why you're the COO if you have sex like this every time you go out," he grinned.

"Dude, this a normal day around my house. I don't even need to go out," I teased.

"So, now that it's just you and me. Is that really you on the show?" He asked.

"No, it's my brother. I'm an identical triplet and J.P. is actually the actor. You're not the first one to think it's me, as we truly are identical, right down to the tattoos."

"Are they all in the `Q' as well?"

"Yep, so even the toe tattoos match."

"Have you met Tommy Anders then since he's in the show too? Seems everyone around here is dying to see an episode with him naked."

"Of course. His real name is Ryan, and he's my brother's boyfriend."

"Damn. I'd give my right nut to have an hour with him."

"Oh, that's too bad. He only takes left nuts. Come visit us sometime and I'm sure you can have way more than an hour. You can be the guest of honor in a triplet/celebrity gangbang."

"God, I've always had this fantasy about doing twins. Could you imagine triplets?"

I put my hand up to my chin and looked into the air as if I were imagining it. "Yes...yes...I can definitely imagine it," I said thoughtfully. He laughed.

"Stop it, or I'll get hard again."

I reached for his cock. "Well we wouldn't want that would we? Let me hold onto that for you, so you don't abuse it." I felt him start to get erect, which of course got me going. We looked at each other and almost leapt out of the hot tub and raced to a semi private couch where we made out. He was so amazing at sex and kissed awesomely. No wonder he was president. We fucked each other and were only vaguely aware of the guys around us watching and jerking off. No one attempted to join in as I guess they saw how passionate we were being. When we had finally drained each other, we headed to the bar for a drink. I showed the guy the number on my leg and Trey just waved it away.

"As long as you're here, you're my guest and you won't have to pay for anything. Whatever you want it's yours."

I smirked. "Okay I'll have those two over there," I said pointing to two young blond guys who were just standing around. Trey put his fingers in his mouth and whistled at the two, snapping his fingers for them to come over.

"This is my guest, Justin. He wants the two of you. Turn around, bend over and show him your holes." They did as they were told without hesitation. Wow, he really has his members under control. "Are you two lubed up properly?"

"Yes sir!" They answered in unison.

"I was just kidding," I said quickly.

"They're here now, so go ahead and feel how tight they are. See if you like one more than the other." I looked at him as if he were kidding. "Seriously, go ahead and finger them. They need a good fuck today anyway. Might as well be from someone famous."

I wish people would stop saying that. I'm not really famous, or royalty. I'm just me. Okay, I admit, I like being special. Nothing hotter than when my subjects kneel down in front of me... I fingered both of their holes and true to their word they were well lubed up. "Nice." I commented.

"Okay guys, you can suck us off until we're done our drinks and then we'll fuck you. Do a good job so that we're nice and hard." The guys dropped down and gave us head without argument. Trey ignored them as we went back to our conversation and drinks.

"So do you have control like this over all the members?"

"No, just the newbies. That's why they have an `N' on their leg instead of B, T, or V. For the first year after becoming a member, they're newbies and have to earn their place in the club by doing whatever is asked of them by more senior members. If they fail to impress, we cut them loose."

"Isn't that a bit dangerous since they already have the tattoo and know all about the club?" I asked surprised, although I liked the idea a lot.

"No, we'd remove the tattoo and they sign a confidentiality agreement as they join. If they talk about the club, we can sue them for up to $10 million, ensuring they would never have money again. Plus, we've never cut anyone loose yet. Once they get through the pledging, they're pretty much prepared to handle anything. Right boys?"

"Yes sir," they answered, pausing only briefly from their cock sucking.

"How many times were you fucked last weekend, Jim?" He asked the one guy.

"41 sir," he replied.

"He could barely go two feet before someone else took him. By the end of the day he had more cum in him than a sperm bank. He was even DP'd a few times too weren't you?"

"Yes sir."

"Feel like sharing his ass with me when we're done?"

"Sounds like fun. Will he be able to handle both of us?"

"I'm sure we'll get in there no problem. You'd like Justin and me in you at the same time wouldn't you? Justin owns the organization, so you'll want to keep him happy, right?"

"Yes sir, Thank you sir," he replied again.

"See, newbies know their place. We'll take both of them with us."

We finished our drinks and Trey told the boys to follow us. They tagged along like puppies and we went into a private room with a bed. Trey later explained that they had several of these for those who people who wanted a room for the night. Sometimes out of town visitors or members needed a place to crash. The room didn't lock but did have an occupied/vacant sign on the door. We slid it to occupied.

I lay on the bed and Jim went back to sucking me off, while the other guy sucked off Trey. Once I was hard Jim straddled me and sat down hard so that I was fully buried in him. He leaned all the way forward and I wrapped my arms around his back. Trey got behind him and I felt his erection press against mine as he slowly inserted himself into Jim and along the underside of my cock. This was one tight fit, but I loved the feeling of another cock sliding along mine while I fucked inside a boy. I took Jim's head and slid my tongue into his mouth as we double fucked his constricted ass. I noticed the other guy go behind Trey to rim him, which didn't last long before he was ordered to present his ass. Trey pulled out of his newbie and slammed into the other guy who was now on top of Jim, who was on top of me. I was definitely feeling the weight of all of them. Trey pounded the hell out of his boy, while I did the same to mine. It ended almost as suddenly as it started. He told the top guy to get off and pulled my cock out of Jim and told them both to fuck off. Once they were gone, he got on top of me and sat down on my dick so I could fuck him. We kissed deeply and made out with each other until we were exhausted and fell asleep wrapped in each other's arms. Once we awoke, probably an hour later, he invited me for something to eat after we showered. I thought we would be eating at the restaurant in the club, but he recommended we go out for a bit. I made a point to say goodbye to Caleb and the other guys before we headed out to the locker room to get dressed. A few more guys were being stripped and probed as we dressed and I almost wanted to go over and have a go in their asses myself. This place was making me hornier by the second. I wondered if maybe they pumped some sort of vapour Viagra into the vents. That would be the ultimate drug to invent, vaporized Viagra. I'll add it to my kickstarter projects. Maybe I should raise money to make a book about my life. Wonder if I'd raise anything except erections when they read all about me. Trey and I headed down the street to a nice café and had a meal together. He talked about the club and Los Angeles and some of the famous people he'd met. I shared stories back with him and it was surprising how similar we were. It didn't hurt that he was some serious eye candy and knew how to have sex like a pro.

"This has been fun, but I should probably start thinking about getting home to Colin and Blake. They went out hunting today and I'm curious to see how they made out."

"Who's Blake? A friend of yours?" He asked interestedly.

"He's our son," I said as I finished my Latte.

"Wow, I had no idea. You don't seem old enough for a son. You let him go hunting? How old is he?"

"12 going on 21," I smiled.

"Fuck off! There's no way you have a 12 year old son," he said incredulously.

"He's adopted. Long story."

"What were they going out to hunt?"

"If you ask Blake, they were out to hunt peasants, but he'd be happy if he got a lion or tiger and would accept a bear. Colin and my father-in-law are out for pheasants."

Trey laughed. "Sounds like he's a cute kid."

"He likes to think so that's for sure. He's actually the most amazing boy you'd ever want to know, but don't tell him I said so. His ego is big enough. You should come meet them. Are you free for dinner tonight?"

"Sure."

"Let me check to see if they have already made plans."

I phoned Colin using Facetime and he answered with a smile. "Hi Baby. Having fun?" He asked.

"You know it. Any plans for dinner yet? I met Trey while I was out. He's the president of the `Q' down here."

"Sure I know Trey. Good guy! No we haven't made plans yet."

Blake's face popped into the screen and I turned the phone slightly so Trey could see him. "Dad! Shhh... We're hunting here. We gotta be quiet or it'll scare off the animals. I almost bagged a big one."

"Yeah," Colin said taking back the phone. "He missed a squirrel by inches. I think the bloody thing died of a heart attack."

"Did not," I heard Blake say.

"We'll be home by 7, so if we want to make plans for dinner around eight, I'm in," Colin said as we finalized plans.

"Great, see you at the house at 7. Love you guys," I said blowing kisses and getting the same response from Colin, and an `eww gross' from Blake in the background. I assumed he had seen a dead animal and wasn't commenting on the kisses. After I hung up, I realize I had a few more hours to kill.

"I like Blake and he sure looks like you. Seems like a typical boy."

"You have no idea. The kid will wear you down and then finish you off when he sees your weakness."

"I can't wait to have kids," he admitted. "So you want to check out any L.A. sites, or do you have to head home?"

"No, I'm free for a while. What did you have in mind? All the best cruising areas?" I chuckled.

"Hadn't thought of it, but if you want to go find guys in the woods, I can think of a few great places. We can go up the coast to the nude beach and you can bone your brains out, or we can go over to Griffith Park and wander the trails. Always action up there, or I could just show you a few famous places if you want."

"Sounds like fun," I agreed. "Do you have a car or do you want to use mine?"

"I have a car. No worries. Everyone drives in L.A. Probably why we have so much traffic.

"Same in Vancouver," I admitted. Even though we have a great transit system and bike path network, it's hard to get people out of their cars and I was no exception. We headed to his car and jumped in. It was an older car but he it really done up nice and obviously looked after it. The side and rear windows were tinted and he had nice rims on it making it look pretty sporty. Our first stop was the Disney Music Hall. A cool looking building that I'd seen in a lot of movies, so I took pictures just to say I'd been there. Then it was LaBrea Tar pits and the Chinese Theatre where I got to see lots of famous people's hand and footprints. Some of them even had imprinted other things like the wand from Harry Potter and noses, knees, etc. Pretty cool. From there it was off to the Hollywood Bowl and Universal City Walk. I'd been to some of these, but I didn't tell Trey as I was enjoying his company and he was the prefect tour guide. We passed by the Capitol Record building on our trip as well as the Olympic Stadium, so I took pictures of all of it. I was getting a week's worth of tourist stuff done in just a few hours and a shit load of driving as he went from freeways to surface streets and back to freeways. I love the California freeway system. He even took me over a part he called the stack. It was four freeways on top of each other. No way we have anything like that at home. I was getting all the tourist stuff out of the way so I could spend the rest of our trip on the beach looking for hot boys, although I know Blake wanted to go back to Disneyland.

Trey made a quick call and smiled as he looked at me. "I think we need a small break from our sightseeing. Time for something more our speed. From what you've told me, I know someone that you'll really like to meet."

I was up for it. He pulled over a few minutes later and a young guy jumped in the back seat. God he was cute. A pointy jaw, long blonde hair and the perfect California tan. "Justin, this is Dante. Dante, Justin. He's visiting from Vancouver."

"Hey bra, nice to meet you," he said as we fist bumped. Did he just call me a bra?

"Dante is a pro surfer, so I figured you'd like to meet him. Maybe he could show you how to surf one day. He's also got a few other talents that I'm sure you'd like," Trey explained. "Dante's one of my best friends and the guy I lost my virginity to. Although if I'd known that not all guys were as big as he is, I might have started with something smaller."

"Yeah bra, but the bigger the dick down here," he said grabbing his crotch, "the less of a dick up here...totally," he said pointing to his head. I thought about that and maybe he had something there. Small dick guys had a tendency to be bigger assholes than big dick guys. Maybe over compensating. Now I was going to have to watch for that. "Trey's been my best bro since like age 10."

"We're gonna go to Griffith and have some fun. You up for poundin' it?" Trey asked him.

"We doin' the newbie?"

"Justin isn't a newbie, but I'm sure he'll want to participate fully," Trey explained. "He's as adventurous as we are."

"Cosmic!" Dante said nodding his head. This boy was stoned out of his mind, but I could overlook that as he was stunning, and if his body was half as good as his face and hair, I was going to be hard the entire time he was with us. I'd even get stoned if that was a requirement to do him. "Love watching trolls trip over themselves and having heart attacks trying to get a piece of us."

I laughed. "Why? What are we up to?"

"Show him," Trey said looking back at his friend. "Dante, doesn't wear clothes very often. The most he normally wears is board shorts when we're out in public, so you're getting a rare sighting of him with a shirt on. Spend time indoors with him and he's naked 100% of the time. Scared my mother repeatedly when we were kids and he stayed over. My sister used to love it though. How many times she try to get with you?"

"Every time from puberty until she caught us boning, bra," he said in his relaxed stoner voice. I turned to look back as he pulled off his shirt. I almost had a heart attack myself. He had perfect abs and an innie belly button with nickel size nipples. All of him perfectly tanned as you would expect from a surfer.

"Nice body. Holy crap, I'll take up surfing if that's the kind of results you get," I said appreciatively.

Dante just smiled and quickly took off his board shorts, leaving him completely naked. He was shaved smooth and had a large cut dick hanging between his legs. There were no tan lines either which I loved. Trey had good taste in friends. I hoped to taste him later. He wasn't the biggest conversationalist, but his body spoke louder than words anyway.

"He's got one of the biggest dicks I've ever seen," Trey explained. "Either soft or hard, and he just loves to show it off. We'll be in the parking lot and he'll just get naked in front of anyone as he changes for surfing. I think that's why he wins so many competitions. He traumatizes half the other surfers. Makes them feel inadequate with the bulge in his wet suit."

"Show off what you got. Chicks love a guy with a big dick."

"You should see this guy when we hang at the beach. He's a master at picking up anyone. Never seen him fail yet. He's done every guy or girl he's ever set his sights on, gay or straight."

"Damn, I'll have to watch that technique and pick up a few tips," I said appreciatively.

"Nah, bra. Not just the tip...the whole shaft."

"His secret is that if a guy has a hot chick with him and he's straight, Dante will change in front of her so she can see what he's packin'. Then he'll go compliment the guy about his babe and ask if they ever play with others in a group. Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If yes, off they go, no further conversation needed and even if the guy is straight, Dante'll suck his dick at a minimum. If no, then he works on the girls until they all become friends. Sometimes it takes him a while but he always gets there. Usually he'll find the guy in the change room and just take it from there. Much easier than trying to get around a girlfriend. Personally I don't know how he has the balls. I'd probably try and get the shit kicked out of me."

"Just need bigger balls, dude," Dante said as he cupped his nuts and lifted them up.

"Once he knew he had more junk than they did, he made sure they all knew it."

"You look fit. What're you packin'?" Dante asked reaching forward and running his hand over my stomach and chest."

"8½," I answered almost mesmerized by his touch. "But I don't have the tan or the abs like you do."

"Sun and weights fix that. Can't change the size of your junk. You fuck?"

"Fuck, be fucked. If it's sex, I'm into it." I admitted.

"Sic," he nodded as he kept rubbing my chest and tweaked my nipple. He pulled at the base of my shirt to lift it up and expose my stomach. Then he reached over and pulled the lever on my seat to lower it all the way back, taking me by surprise. I was looking up at the roof of the car as he leaned forward and yanked my shirt off over my head and suctioned himself to one of my nipples.

"He doesn't waste time if he wants something," Trey said smiling as he glanced over at us.

"I can see that," I laughed. I put my hands through his hair and loved the texture of it. Not as soft as some, but amazing nonetheless. You could almost feel the ocean in it. I moved it aside so I could watch his lips and tongue taking my nipple on the beginning of what I hoped was a long adventure. I ran my hand down his smooth back and felt the top of his ass. It was solid and firm. Probably the firmest I've ever felt. I so gotta take up surfing if it does this for your body. I was just enjoying the nipple attention when his hands shot down my stomach and into my pants to grab my junk. He really didn't waste time or words.

"Decent sic, bra," he said as he paused for a second.

I always knew my penis was decent sic, bra! Now it had been confirmed. I'll have to remember that. `Decent sic!' My new buzz word of the year.

Trey pulled into Griffith Park and we made our way up some side road to a seemingly secluded parking lot in the middle of nowhere, although there were quite a few cars in it. I suppose in a State that has a larger population than all of Canada combined, you'd have trouble finding really secluded areas. Trey had barely stopped the car as Dante opened the back door and hopped out naked.

Random and unexpected to say the least. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Like he said, to watch trolls trip over themselves to get a piece of us and possibly have heart attacks. But if we need to leave in a hurry just follow our lead. Sometimes cops patrol this area looking for guys making out, but we know where to hide until the coast is clear," Trey explained as his shirt came off. Dante was jumping around outside like he was warming up for the start of a marathon race. His massive cock bouncing up and down hypnotizing me. I'd follow that anywhere.

Trey took off his shorts and underwear leaving himself as naked a Dante, with just runners on. I figure `when in Rome...' or in this case L.A... so I stripped as well. Trey got out of the car, and I followed along. Three naked guys in the middle of a popular tourist park. What could possibly go wrong? He grabbed a small tube of lube, locked the door and slipped the keys and lube into his socks. They had obviously done this before as they headed straight for a trail into the woods and the parking lot disappeared immediately. I could feel my heart beating wildly with excitement. It's not like I haven't been naked in public a lot, I mean we have wreck beach and the beach below our house, but somehow this seemed more dangerous and therefore much more exciting. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my entire body. Dante slowed down to get beside me and took hold of my ass and fingered into my crack. I hope my ass was gonna be decent sic as well. I could use a decent sic fuck from him. See how I'm getting familiar with my new buzz word. It's pretty decent sic eh?

My heart almost stopped as a man and woman came around the corner. "Afternoon," Trey said as we passed them without missing a beat. Well my heart missed a couple of beats but that was all that seemed to happen.

"Is this a nude area or something?" I asked in case I was being nervous for no reason.

"No, just a regular city park. Don't worry, everyone knows about this area so if they were up here, they probably came to have sex or to watch others, or to see guys like us naked. Sometimes people get surprised and call the cops, but by the time they get here we're long gone." We took a sharp left turn and went into a less prominent trail that wound along a small ridge and was almost desert like in appearance. Dante reached over and took hold of my penis as we walked. His fingers cupping my balls and his thumb rubbing the head. It was like we were holding hands, just with a difference. An older guy came out of the woods beside us and stopped to stare at us. He seemed to be thinking whether to follow or leave us to our inevitable sex. My guess is he would vanish back into the woods, only to resurface at a distance to watch. We rounded a corner and it was hard to explain the look, but there were small hills and valleys and all sorts of areas you could have fun, although they weren't big enough to afford a lot of privacy, as it was more shrubs and brush than a wooded area. It wouldn't be the place I'd consider ideal. I'd choose the woods, but this was almost like a Shangri-la in the middle of a wooded area. Dante led me to a perfect spot. With him clamped to my dick, I had very little choice but to follow. It was a tree that had fallen and the roots formed a perfect `V'. I could already see how this was to be used and my dick throbbed a little at the thought of it.

Dante took me to the tree and turned me around so I was ready to be used. No doubt what he had in mind. He pushed me down to sit on the edge of the tree and stepped in front of me with his legs spread. No invitation required as I took hold of his cock and began to play with it. God, it was big, and it wasn't even hard. Trey stepped up beside us and watched. To make sure he didn't feel ignored, I took hold of his cock and balls and stroked them. I glanced up to see the two guys kissing furiously. That's the best type of friend you can have in my opinion. One you can get naked and fool around with. Dante's cock was coming to life and I wondered just how big the thing was going to get. I had to back off a couple of times as I thought my lips would crack. By the time he was erect, I was pretty sure I was staring at it rather sucking on it. I glanced up at Trey was looking down at me smiling.

"Told you it was big. 10½ inches. Ready to take that up the ass?"

"MY ass?" I said wide eyed. I mean I could probably take it, but it was going to hurt. "You first bra," I grinned using Dante's terminology. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that a few guys had appeared at the edge of the woods and were watching us. Anytime sex is going on anywhere, it's like a magnet for others to get dragged towards it. Where we were in the open brush seemed liked it was designed as a stage for everyone to be able to watch, yet there was plenty of warning to be able to get away if someone showed up to cause trouble. I saw one guy with his cock out of the fly in his pants, with the guy beside him jerking him off. Both looked about 100. Maybe only 60, but at that age, what's the difference?

"Let's show him how it's done," Trey said to his friend as I stood up and he took my place. He lay back on the log and braced his feet against the outstretched roots. He was in the perfect position for fucking. He handed Dante the lube from his sock and I watched as he applied a generous amount on the massive cock. I got close to watch it enter. I was having trouble deciding which was the tree trunk, and which was the penis. Trey didn't even flinch as Dante entered him. My ass tensed up just in sympathy as I could almost feel that monster invading him. I felt Trey's hand reach up between my legs and begin to play with my ass. He tried to turn me around so that he could rim me, and I smiled at him. I straddled the tree trunk so that I was basically sitting on his face. If he wanted into my hole, I'd make sure he could get there. It also gave me front row seating to the fucking going on. I felt his tongue enter and I almost wanted to sit down harder to get more of him inside, but I had to remember not to cut off his air supply as it might defeat the whole idea.

Dante was paying more attention to our surroundings than he was to Trey, unlike me who was glued to the big cock slamming in and out of my new friend. I took a moment to look around and it was developing into a scene right out of a movie. All the forest creatures were coming to the edge of the woods to watch the action, and we were creating quite a frenzy, although no one was approaching. Maybe that's the rule here. If the tree is rockin', don't be knockin'. Dante reached over and tweaked both of my nipples at the same time, which quickly refocused me on him. I looked directly at his face and although you could see that he was stoned, he still had great blue eyes framed by the long blonde hair. I would love to keep him in a frame on my wall as something I could look at every day. No wonder the hunters like to hang their trophies on the wall. I wouldn't hang just the head of my trophy though, I'd put the whole guy up there. Now I got to thinking whether you'd mount them with or without an erection when you do the taxidermy. This was just getting weird now, so I ran my hands firmly down Trey's body until I got to his cock and balls and pulled on them so I could get a better view of Dante's dick going inside. I felt his hands move from my nipples and onto my shoulder as he applied pressure and gave me the sign to go down on Trey, which I happily did, leaving me just inches from the action. As I sucked on Trey, I ran my hands around Dante's hips and took hold of his ass cheeks. It was like grabbing two smooth boulders. They were firmer than any ass I've ever felt before and you could feel the power in them as he worked Trey over. His hands ran down my back to my ass crack where Trey was still rimming me for all he was worth. I could feel the tongue and finger playing together behind me. We were connected in so many ways that it must have looked amazing to the guys watching. I think someone forgot to tell one of the octogenarians the rules, as he wandered away from his people and headed towards us with his cock out. I noticed it from the corner of my eye, and apparently so did Dante, as he stopped what he was doing and pulled out of Trey's ass and stepped back. I sat up and Trey slapped the inside of my leg a couple times to let me know he was done so I unstraddled him. Is unstraddled a word? De-straddled? Whatever...I got off the bitch. Dante just started at the guy heading towards us and he must have been shooting daggers as the old dude stopped and then casually made a u-turn and went back to re-join the other forest creatures.

Dante just smiled at me. "Your turn bra."

"Excellent, I can't wait to get balls deep in that tight ass," I smiled hopefully.

"Nah sorry. Exit only. Lie down and I'll long board you," he said pointing to the tree. I'm assuming a long board is some sort of surfing reference, or maybe skateboarding, but I knew which long board he was referring to in this case. I took Trey's place on the log and put my feet up on the roots of the tree. It really was a perfect design for fucking. Why buy an expensive sling when you can roll into the forest and find a place like this? Trey lubed up my hole and added more liquid to his friend's massive cock before aiming it at my hole.

"Fast or slow?" Dante asked.

"Slow, definitely slow," I replied looking at him. "I'm a virgin."

They both laughed. Why does no one believe me when I say that? Do I look like a giant slut to everyone? I took several deep breaths and braced myself for the intrusion. He filled me up and stretched my hole, but like a trooper I didn't wimper or cry out at all, although I did see stars as he got about halfway in and I thought I might pass out. I have been fucked plenty, but this was definitely one cock that was stretching me beyond normal and I was feeling a bit dizzy. He got all the way inside and began fucking me. It must be bigger than I thought as my whole head was going in circles and I couldn't focus. Then I felt flush and just as Trey leaned down to kiss me, I had to stop him. Maybe I was having a panic attack, or had suddenly become straight, but whatever it was I was about to be sick. "Stop. Stop for a second!" I said quickly as I reached for his cock and pulled it out. I jumped off the tree trunk and raced to the nearest bush well away from where we were playing and ideally out of sight of the peering masses of old folk. Hopefully most of them had forgotten their glasses. I hurled my lunch, breakfast and probably last night's dinner all over the ground, and just as I thought I was done, I hurled some more. Now that's a great first impression for my two new friends. I'm sure they'll be telling that story around the lube dispenser for years to come. Dante fucked the stuffing out me...literally. I was kneeling down trying hard not to look at the puddle of puke, as that would make me hurl again, when an older guy came up beside me and asked if I was okay and handed me a bottle of water. I held it away from my mouth and poured some in, rinsed and spit, which definitely made me feel better. As I handed it back to him, he pushed it towards me again.

"Take a few sips of it. You're not from around here are you?" He said as he put his hand on my back. By this time Trey and Dante were right beside me.

"No. From Vancouver, Canada." I admitted feeling pretty stupid at having all these guys looking at a naked me puking my lungs up.

"Looks like a little heat stroke. The sun can be a little intense down here, especially if you're not used to it and being naked out in it can do that to a person. I recommend a lot more water and get back in the shade."

"Thanks," I said feeling foolish. I took a couple more sips and handed him the bottle back.

"Keep it and go get out of the sun. Thanks for the show though guys. You're all very beautiful."

I smiled and thanked him as he got up to leave. I grabbed some dirt beside me and covered the pile of puke around me. No need for everyone to keep being reminded what a wimp I am. Trey knelt down beside me.

"You okay?"

"I think so. That just came out of nowhere. I feel fine though. I just got dizzy and then sick, all within a few seconds."

"First time I ever made anyone sick, dude," Dante said standing beside me, his giant cock just inches from my face swinging slightly in front like a hypnotic pendulum. Damn it, I really want that cock.

"It wasn't you, I promise. I really loved what we were doing. Wanna continue?"

"Nah, you blowin' chunks kinda killed the buzz bra. We need to get back to the car so I can blaze," Dante said. He still sounded stoned, but I guess my antics brought him back to a reality he wasn't normally in. We headed back to the car naked and a few of the guys followed us at a distance. Probably waiting to see if we'd break up and go our own way, in which case we'd be fair game to try and pick up. We all dressed at the car and I got back inside as Trey turned on the air conditioning. I have to admit, that the cool air felt much better. Dante had only put his shorts back on, so at least I got to see most of his body for the ride back. Trey dropped him off almost at the same spot we picked him up and the two of them kissed goodbye and he fist bumped me. Guess I wouldn't be getting to play with him again anytime soon. All he'll think about if he sees me again is the guy who puked while being fucked. Great first image. I felt so embarrassed and told Trey so.

"Don't be. Heat stroke happens, especially if you're not used to the sun. We weren't exactly in the shade where we were and in case you hadn't noticed we were naked and without water. Drink some more liquid and you'll be fine."

"I'm pretty sure I left a bad impression on Dante," I said sheepishly.

"I doubt it. Dante's so chill that he'll probably not even remember it tomorrow, or even in an hour. If you want him again, just say the word. We'll pick a better spot for it though."

"Are you kidding? I loved that spot. Perfect tree and it's set up almost like a stage so everyone can watch. It's my perfect venue. Just turn down the heat."

Trey laughed. "We could go up early in the morning or at dusk if you find yourself with free time. So did you like Dante?"

"Fuck yeah. That guy is perfect and that cock! Shit makes me feel like I have the cock of a 10 year old. I really wanted to get fucked properly and have him make me cum. You should both come up to Vancouver someday. Stay with us. I'd show you around, we could finish what we started."

"I'd love that. Not sure we could pull Dante from the surf, but it's worth a shot."

"There's a surf competition in Tofino on Vancouver island. If I find out when it is and email it to you."

"That might do it. Although the dude lives by surf alone. He couch surfs with friends when he's not out on the water. Doesn't have two cents and isn't interested in money at all. You'll never meet a happier guy though."

"I'd take care of it, and I'd love to be that carefree."

He drove me back to Colin's place and we pulled up at the door. There was no butler this time as I'd entered the gate code on my own instead of buzzing ahead.

"Hey Dad! Come check out what we got!" Blake said excitedly almost as soon as I had the front door open. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the kitchen where dead animals were on the kitchen counter. Great, I'm in Slaughterhouse 5. He ran up and pull one of the things off the counter and held it up. It was a rabbit. "I killed this all by myself!" he beamed. It was the saddest thing I'd ever seen. A poor little bunny shot to death. I thought about Twitch at home and felt like texting him to run for his life. Now that Blake had a taste for killing, god knows what was next. Deer, big game in Africa, unarmed people in alleys, politicians...there would be no end to this killing spree.

"He was aiming at the pheasant and hit the rabbit instead," Colin explained causing Trey to laugh. Blake just stared at him.

"Did not. I meant to hit the rabbit. Who are you?" He asked.

"I'm Trey," he said. "And you must be Blake. I've heard a lot about you."

"Tray? Like something that you put food on?"

"Pronounced the same, spelled differently."

"Well here Trey. Hold this since that's the job of a tray." He said handing him the rabbit.

"Blake! Be nice." I said quickly. He ignored me.

"Are you having sex with my Dad?"

"BLAKE! That's none of your business," I said quickly and directly.

"So that's a yes. If it was no, you would have said so. Look what Grandpa got for me," he said handing me a plaque that said `Beware of Kids, the Dog is ok.' I laughed. "Can we put it on the front gate when we get home?"

"Sure!" I laughed. "Seems like a good warning."

"Does that mean we're getting a dog?"

"No, it means that it'd be safer to have a dog than kids," Colin said patting him on the shoulder.

Blake growled at us and bared his teeth to sound vicious. Then he took the dead rabbit from Trey and put it back on the counter with the other things. So gross. What the hell are they going to do with them now?

I looked at Trey. "Still want kids?"

"Hell yeah, especially if they're all like Blake."

"Are you trying to pimp me out, Dad? I'm not for sale ya know. I can be rented if you need a super hunter guy though."

"I'll keep that in mind," Trey smiled.

"Do you have a big penis? My Dad only likes guys with big penises," he said without using that filter we thought we'd got him.

"Blake, not really appropriate as a conversation, and just for the record I'm not a size queen," I said looking at Trey.

"What's a size queen?" Blake asked jumping onto the bar stool.

"A very large British woman," Colin answered with a grin.

"No it's not. It has something to do with penises doesn't it?"

"Okay, let's change the subject and decide where to go for dinner. What is everyone in the mood for?" Colin said quickly.

"I'm definitely not in the mood for rabbit or pheasant," I said looking at the counter. "I'm thinking salad or pasta or anything that didn't die with artillery."

"Let's go to Spago," Colin suggested.

"Ummm, I can't really afford that," Trey said looking a little uncomfortable.

"Don't worry about it. It's on us. It'll be nice to hang out." We heard kissing noises next to us and Blake had his arms wrapped around himself kissing his arms and making loud sounds to emphasize what he was doing.

"What's that all about?" I asked. "You like your arms that much?"

"You two are so making sexy eyes at him. Why don't you just go do it already and I'll stay here and help the chef with our animals."

"We are not making sexy eyes and you need to mind your own business, mister," I said going over and giving him a bear hug from behind.

"HELP! Child Abuse!!"

"HELP! Adult Abuse!!" I cried back to him.

He giggled and turned around. "So are we going to dinner or what? I'm starving. Can you give me a ride to the car, Justin?" I backed up and let him get on my back and we headed for the door. Spago was in Beverly Hills which was a bit of a drive, but the food made it worthwhile. Not sure Blake liked it as much as we did, but we all had a great time. Trey was as good at conversation as he was at sex and he played into Blake's antics quite a bit, which of course kept Blake interested. At one point I thought we might be in for a problem as Trey went to the bathroom and Blake went with him, but they returned quickly and apparently without incident. No doubt Blake snuck a look which seemed to be his latest modus operandi. By the time we got home it was late and Trey didn't stay over which I half expected he might.

Blake joined us in bed again and surprised both of us by getting completely naked and he jumped in between us and got under the covers. "Underwear, dude?" I said half asking, half telling him.

"Don't need it anymore. Grandpa said I'm a man now after our hunting trip so I figure we can all be naked and do stuff. I've been good, but now that I'm a man, I think I should do man stuff."

"I agree, but you're still only 12. Some man things have to wait until you're older. So avoid the temptation and put the underwear back on while you sleep with us."

He didn't argue as he bounced out of bed, put his underwear on his head and jumped back in. "There, my underwear is on," He said with a giant smirk. I grabbed it and pulled it all the way over his face, which had him yanking it off in a hurry and putting them on properly. I kissed both Blake and Colin good night and we fell asleep quickly. Blake awoke a couple of times in the middle of the night, having had a nightmare and although he wouldn't say what it was about, I had a sneaking suspicion that it might be related to the hunting trip. It was giving me nightmares and all I'd done is see the dead things they brought home. I wasn't the one who had to kill them. Colin slept like a log so apparently killing was in his blood like a vampire. Despite all nightmares, I awoke early with Blake's arm over me and him gently humping my leg. It's like having a horny puppy. I tried to ignore it but it's pretty difficult, especially when I could feel his boner through his underwear. At first I thought he was asleep while doing it, but then as he moaned and pressed tight against my leg, I realized that not only was he awake, but he'd just cum in his shorts. He moved away quickly and scurried out of bed to head to the bathroom. I felt my leg and it was damp from his entertainment. I suppose I can understand that, especially if he's been trying not to do sexual things at home. The boy still needs to take care of things that come up from time to time. I chose to ignore it and kept quiet as he climbed back into bed. I smiled to myself as he curled up against me. He'd gotten rid of the underwear and was now naked again. I guess cum soaked shorts will do that to a guy. Now that he'd gotten that out of his system, we should be good until it was time to get up for real. We had a late start and agreed to take him to Disneyland and made it a family trip with Carter and his family as well. I really don't care if you're 3 or 33, Disneyland and California Adventure have something for everyone. I think we rode every ride we could squeeze in and it was late by the time we headed home. I thought about Troy and `Marvin' as I climbed into bed with my two bed buddies and wondered how they were getting along. I wanted to text them and see how it was going, but I promised I'd give them their space. It would be interesting to hear what sort of things they'd gotten up to, and more importantly what celebrities they'd done together.

For our last day, we decided to hit the beach and go surfing. Trey had said that Dante always went where the best waves were each day, so I looked it up online and found that today it was Zuma Beach, which wasn't far from us. We rented some surf gear and headed to the sand and surf. Blake had his phone out and was talking to Cory via Skype and showing him all the scenery and the beach. We all said hi to him as Blake jumped out of the car he quickly turned the phone on the parking lot to show Cory all the people that were there. This was obviously the spot as it was a large crowd unloading boards, coolers and assorted other items. Boys were changing in the parking lot and if I were the type to watch, I could have stayed in the parking lot all day and had the best day of my life. But I'm here to surf, not watch hot boys. Blake whacked me in the nuts.

"Justin! Are you listening? We're going to get changed unless you wanna get naked right here. I can't cause I'll get a boner. Are you coming?" He said bringing me back to focus on him. I quickly looked down at my shorts to make sure I wasn't cumming, before I answered.

"Lead the way buddy, we're right behind you," I said as we headed to the change room. That wasn't necessarily a better idea as there were a lot of guys in various states of undress in here as well. Blake headed to a stall to change into his wetsuit and I could hear him talking to Cory as he did it. He was explaining how to get in to a wetsuit and what type of waves he was going to surf. It was slightly unusual for Blake not to be the first one naked in public, but maybe he was growing into modesty. I stood beside Colin as we fought to get into the wetsuits. It's one sadistic bastard that developed these, or a pervert considering they show off your junk so well. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blake's head pop up over the top of the stall he was in as he looked over into the next one. I snapped my finger to get his attention and then gave him a stern face as I pointed my finger downward to tell him to stop what he was doing. He got down and I saw him on his knees looking under the stall next. I headed over to the door and knocked. "Blake, how's that wetsuit going?"

"Good," he said as I heard him scramble to his feet. He opened the door with his suit half on and the rest of the clothes in his hands. He looked at me and whispered. "There's two guys in there." He pointed to the stall and I looked at the floor under the door. There were two sets of feet.

"Mind your own business, peeping Tom," I said putting my hand on his back and pushing him gently back toward Colin. "I think we've covered the spying on people thing before. Let's not be doing that or you could find yourself in trouble."

"But they were both naked in there, Dad."

"That's what change rooms are for, Blake. For people to change, and it means they're not going to be wearing clothes as some point."

"But they were..."

"Don't want to know. Don't need to know. Let's go surf," I said as I took one look back at the stall. Both feet were close together and facing each other. I should probably go and check Blake's stall to see if he forgot anything...but I didn't. I have self-control, although I had to tuck my dick down so my semi erection wouldn't be as obvious. We dumped our clothes back at the car, said goodbye to Cory on the phone, grabbed our boards and made our way to the water. We had fun playing around in the smaller waves and although Blake and I weren't very good at it, we were having a great time. Colin was much better and compared to us he was a national champion. Some of the guys were incredible and I couldn't stop watching. Most wore wetsuits, but a few guys were just in shorts. I suppose in summer you'd see more guys without wetsuits. Blake and I took a break to have something to eat as we watched Colin catch a wave and do a couple of spins. How do people stay on their boards after flipping and spinning like that? I fall over if I even try that on land. I pulled the wetsuit halfway down my body so I wouldn't poach in it as we lay on our towels. It may be winter in California, but it was like summer to me. A group of guys in shorts went past but they were only silhouettes as they were running into the sun. It looked like a Hollywood movie scene. One stopped and turned back towards me.

"Bra! Howz it hanging?" He said in that familiar voice. I looked up as Dante came into view.

"Just do some surfing with the family," I smiled as he stood in front of me looking all sexy. I couldn't help but stare at his crotch trying not to drool about what was inside those shorts. He is one guy that should wear a wetsuit, or at least spandex speedos. "That's my better half out there in the red and black suit." I said pointing to where Colin was making a run in. Blake had his phone back out taping things and he held it up to Dante. I'd have to remember to get a copy of that video later.

"Decent. Gotta go catch a set with my buds. You feelin' better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Radical. Catch you later, bra. Maybe we can finish what we started," he said as he gave me the hang loose sign and ran after his buddies before I had a chance to answer

"You know that guy, Dad?" Blake asked.

"Yeah, met him yesterday. He's a friend of Trey's," I answered.

"What are you gonna finish?"

"Nothing,"

"Well you should tell your penis. I think you like that guy," he laughed as he lay back on his towel.

I looked down and sure enough I was sporting a large bulge in my suit. I readjusted it and turned to lie face down. Busted by my own son. Once I was back under control we headed back out into the water for more surfing, or as I like to call it, falling. Blake was getting better with each run and Colin showed him a few moves to help. Technically he showed both of us, but I just don't seem to have the balance for it. Maybe I overthink it, whereas Blake just gets up and does it. Dante paddled out beside us as we waited for the next wave and I felt kinda good being out on the water with an expert surfer. For that spilt second in time, we were equal just sitting on our boards waiting for the water to come in and whisk one of us away and drown the other one.

"Who's the mini dude?" Dante asked looking past me at Blake.

"That's Blake."

"Hey Bra," he said reaching over to fist bump him. He then acknowledged Colin and then looked behind him. "Time to go." He began paddling and Blake and Colin quickly followed. I was a little slow on the takeoff and missed the wave completely. Colin looked like he was keeping up with Dante and Blake got hit by the wave and it knocked him down hard. I held my breath until I saw him surface and climb back on his board and paddle back to me.

"Did you see me Justin? I almost stayed up for the whole time," he said excitedly. Maybe we were watching different pictures as I barely saw him up for a couple seconds before he went down, but at least he was getting up on the board now. We kept at it for another hour before taking a break. I had seen Dante a few times and he certainly was active. There was more than one occasion I saw him running into the lifeguard station with people. Sometimes it was just a guy, other times it was a guy and girl. There must be a lot of injuries in surfing if Dante found this many just by himself. I'd hate to be a lifeguard out here. It would be like the most stressful job anywhere watching out for people being slammed against the bottom of the ocean, cracking into each other, or other assorted injuries. I guess surfers look out for each other and Dante seemed to be more aware than most. Our next run in the wave hit us pretty hard and knocked all three of us of our boards. Blake came up crying and almost shrieking.

"Blake, what happened? Are you okay?"

"NO! My board hit me in the balls. I think they're broken. I feel like I'm gonna throw up. He looked completely flushed and I could only imagine the scene where the board shot up between his legs and nailed him one. I paddled over to him and helped him get on the board. Colin joined us quickly as Blake held his balls and lay on the surf board barely able to move. "I think one's missing," Blake cried as he tried to breathe.

"Don't worry. If it got knocked off, it'll still be inside your wetsuit. Just take slow deep breaths and let's just go in and take a break," I suggested.

"Dads, I'm serious. I think my nuts are busted. You gotta take a look." We paddled in and I almost laughed as Blake just lay on his board as we pushed him up to the sand. "You gotta carry me. I can't walk," he said looking up at us with that cute mischievous look that said he was looking for attention. I looked at Colin and smiled.

"Guess we better use the board as a stretcher and take him to medical," I suggested. We each grabbed an end of the board and lifted him up and carried him back to our towels with him looking like a war victim; his arms and legs hanging off the side. Colin ran back for our boards and I noticed that a lifeguard was heading our way.

"Everything okay?" He asked.

"Pretty sure we're okay. Just got a board a little hard between the legs," I informed him.

"Got it. If you need anything, just let me know," he said and headed off. God, lifeguards are so hot. I watched him walk away in those cute red shorts and thought about what he'd look like without them, or what I'd look like in them...and him without them.

"Still got busted nuts down here," Blake said looking up at me with some humour in his eyes.

"Alright, let's take a look," I offered. "I don't see any blood or anything. How many balls do you feel, and give me an honest answer."

He felt them carefully. "Two, so that's good."

Blake pulled the top of his wetsuit down asking if he could take it off as Colin sat down beside us and put a towel over him. We helped Blake pull it off. It's like trying to peel a banana with oily hands. He gave a huge sigh as if all the pain was relieved at once as soon as it came free. He lifted the towel to look and then lay back.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Yep, no damage. I think I'm okay, but you should check to make sure nothing busted or anything."

"You'll be fine. If it still hurts when we get home, we'll take you to the hospital and have them both removed," I smiled as I peeled my wetsuit down, stood up, wrapped a towel around myself and pulled the suit the rest of the way off.

"Ha Ha, very funny," Blake replied.

Colin ran off to get our clothes and I sat back down next to Blake with my legs bent and looking at him carefully. He seemed alright, finally over the initial shock of having something nail you in the nuts. Dante ran up and asked how Blake was.

"Yeah, he's fine. Just a board to the balls."

"Been there. Narly pain bra. Nice view," he said looking down at me. I realized that the way I was sitting he could see under the towel where my package was in full view. I change to a cross legged position. He rubbed the front of his shorts and tugged on his balls. Colin returned and gave us our clothes. I pulled my shorts on and got rid of the towel. "You just need some water," Dante suggested. "We can get some from the lifeguard station. Come with." He really was the neighborhood first-aider.

"Good idea. I'll be right back," I said to the guys as I followed Dante to the iconic lifeguard tower. I half expected David Hasselhoff to come running down the ramp in slow motion and the music `I'll be there' to start playing. On our way, Dante waved to a girl who ran up to join him. She had a bikini that was either two sizes two small or boobs that were too sizes too big. It was hard not to look at them. Now it really was beginning to feel like an episode of Baywatch. I looked around for the cameras. We walked up the ramp, passing the lifeguard who was standing on the deck keeping watch. So cool in his red shorts and shades and California tan and hot muscles, tight abs... I walked into the edge of the door. As we entered the station, Dante wrapped his arms around the girl and quickly untied her bikini top and removed it. The boobs were really big and perky. I didn't ask if they were fake, I just assumed. Maybe that's why Dante's penis was so large. Can you get silicone penis implants? I'll have to look that up. He took hold of her boobs and lifted them up as he felt each one. Maybe he was checking for silicone leakage. If a board smacked her on those things, they could explode. But at least she could use them like floatation devices while she waited for help.

"Nice rack, huh?" He said looking at me with an appreciative grin.

"Yes, very nice," I said not sure if I was supposed to be staring or not.

"Check this out," he said as he let go of them. They didn't move much which I thought was impressive, but that's not what he wanted to show me. He took hold of her bikini bottoms and lowered them to reveal a landing strip pussy with a couple of lines shaved across it like a design. She stepped out of the bikini leaving her completely naked. He pushed her slightly backward and she sat on the table and spread her legs. I thought only guys were this easy, but it appeared this chick was as horny as any guy.

"Wanna ride the big one?" Dante said looking at me as he fished out his dick. Oh how I wanted to play with that. I almost thought of pushing the chick off the table, and after she crashed to the floor with a surprised look on her face, I'd take her place and let Dante fuck me stupid. In my head it looked amazing and my penis began to agree with me.

"I would love to, but they're gonna expect me back right away. You'll have to come up to Vancouver and do everyone. I mean meet everyone. I'll find out when the surf comp is and text Trey the details."

"Yeah, sweet," he said as he dropped his shorts and turned to put himself inside the girl who lay back on the table and put her feet on it. I watched with interest as he slid that monster all the way in and began to fuck. God how I wish that was me. He stepped out of his shorts and took hold of her boobs as he got into it. I'm guessing Dante doesn't discriminate between boys and girls and will stick his dick anywhere. It was hot watching him fuck though. So much penis to use and only 37 million people in California to use it on. I grabbed a bottle of water that was nearby, and as much as I wanted to stay and play, I knew if I did, I wouldn't be getting out of there for an hour. The girl didn't say a word as Dante just slammed that monster right down to the root. At least this girl can claim she rode the big one at Zuma beach. He should have t-shirts made up. I rubbed Dante's ass and gently pulled his firm cheeks apart to look in his hole. That would give me jerk off material for at least a week as I thought about what it might be like to fuck him. My whole body was vibrating at the thought of having him back inside me and being pounded like that. I almost doused myself with the cold water, but headed out before my cock enlarged any further and embarrassed me. I ran back to the guys and handed Blake the water.

"You know we had water here," Colin smiled. "I'm surprised you're back so soon knowing Dante."

"You know him?" I asked.

Colin laughed. "Yeah, he's been using that lifeguard station for a lot of years now. We're not friends or anything but I've known him since we were 14 and he was just the same back then, in all aspects. I think he was born with that monster and has been using it ever since. I'm surprised he has the energy to surf. Come down early morning and you'll usually find him surfing naked or making out with someone on the beach. I think he sleeps down here a lot too."

"I invited him and Trey up for the surf competition in Tofino, whenever it is."

"Usually in May, but I think they have smaller ones in March or April," he replied quickly.

"Narly, bra," I grinned.

"Fuck, a week with Dante and I probably won't understand a word you're saying," Colin smirked.

"A week with Dante and I won't be able to walk again," I added. "That kid knows how to use what he's been given."

"So you up for more surfing Blake or are you done?" Colin asked.

"I'm done. Can we go do something else like see movie stars?"

It was agreed. Colin took one more run as we packed up and then he changed at the car. Like most of the surfers he stood between the cars and just undressed without worrying about who was watching. I was watching for sure and so was Blake and apparently Cory on Skype. They both had a front row seat, but then it's not like they don't see us every day at home, so it's hardly going to make the 6 o'clock news that they got to see someone naked. We dumped the stuff back at the rental shop and headed for Hollywood. I'm always disappointed with Hollywood. You get the impression from TV that there'll be movie stars walking around everywhere on shiny and sparkly streets. When in actual fact, it's more like a hangout for crack heads and those looking to pick up hookers, or test out their new spray cans on walls. We found a place to park and trudged along the walk of fame as Blake tried to find stars he knew. We lasted about half an hour before he got bored, although he'd taken pictures of lots of things and we did stop by the Chinese Theatre so he could get a picture of the Harry Potter hand prints. He thought that was pretty cool. Then we got back in the car and went into Beverly Hills and went down Rodeo Drive.

"What's on Rodeo Drive?" Blake asked as we drove slowly along. He pronounced it like a rodeo for cowboys. After all, that's how it's written. He was corrected that it's pronounced Roh-DAY-oh, not ROW-dee-oh. He just shrugged as if it just wasn't that important. Trust me it's important if we don't want to look like tourists.

There was a lot of really expensive shops and Colin said that if we wanted to see movie stars this might be a good place to look. We parked the car and walked along the stores. I so wanted to act out the Pretty Woman scene now. After all, it was the hotel at the end of the street where the movie had been centered. I really really wanted to walk into a snooty store and do the whole "remember me," scene. Since we didn't look rich or anything, we just looked like gawking shoppers trying to find a celebrity or two, it would have been perfect. Maybe I could dress in short shorts and a cut off t-shirt to look like a rent boy and really get into my role. We did stop in a few of the stores like Armani, Gucci and of course Prada. After all, I know `The Devil wears Prada'...it's one of my favorite movies. The prices of things were outrageous, but I guess that's to be expected, otherwise the street just wouldn't be that famous. We did all buy Gucci sunglasses and I got a Prada jacket. Now the devil really does wear Prada...muah ha ha! I don't think we had planned on shopping, but once you get started, it's kind of like an addiction, you just can't stop. We went into Geary's where nothing had a price on it, but I suppose if you can afford to walk in here, you don't need to ask prices. Colin bought a stunning Rolex watch. It was 18k gold with a blue face called a Yacht Master II. Appropriate since we had a yacht. When they rang it up, I almost had a heart attack when the price was almost $30,000. Blake jumped around excitedly until Colin told him to calm down and act more mature. Who's he kidding, I almost wanted to jump around and freak out. $30,000 for a watch as an impulse buy. Yipes.

They measured Colin's arm, then perfectly sized the watch to it. I guess that's the kind of service you get for that price. Blake wanted his arm sized too and once he had the measurement he ran off to find a watch to fit. When we first arrived in the store, we were given the evil stare, but once Colin purchased something we were given royal treatment and Blake was shown anything he asked for. I think he liked the attention. I didn't want to burst his bubble and tell him there was no way he was getting anything in that shop. I could just see it being stolen from him, or adding to him being called the spoiled rich kid. `No I'm not spoiled, oh let me look at the time on my $30,000 Rolex.' Yeah right. Colin did buy all three of us matching silver chains. I didn't ask how much they were, but could just imagine.

From there we went to have something to eat and watched people wander the streets. I have no idea if anyone famous was walking up and down, but Blake insisted he saw a few, so as long as he was happy, we were happy. People looked like they were in a zombie movie as they slowly walked from place to place looking at each person as they walked by. We were just about back at the car, when someone asked me for my autograph and then almost immediately a young girl stopped and smiled at Blake.

"Hi Duane," she said shyly almost blushing. The smile that broke out on Blake almost cracked his entire face.

"Hi," he said back to her. "That's my character's name. I'm actually Blake," he said politely.

"Oh, sorry. Nice to meet you," she said. She looked about the same age as Blake and there was this awkward pause as neither of them knew what to do. Then she quietly said that she liked his character.

"I'm gonna be a trouble maker," Blake replied as if that was the world's biggest secret to reveal.

"Are we still talking about the show?" Colin asked with a smirk.

"Ignore the kid, he's my manager. He thinks he knows everything," Blake said dismissing Colin as if he didn't exist. Deva much? Did he just call Colin a kid? That's new. Normally we get references to being old.

The girl looked at up at me. "I like you too,"

"Thanks," I replied. "It's always nice to meet fans of the show." Why bother to explain it's not me.

"Umm, could I ask for an autograph if that's alright?"

Blake almost wet himself with excitement as he asked me for a pen and she gave him an autograph book. This girl was prepared. He signed it and handed it to me with a grin. I signed J.P.'s name on it. Why not. What's the worst that happens, I go to jail for impersonating a celebrity that looks like me with the same DNA. Try and prove I'm not J.P. Just don't ask me to prove it in French.

As they said goodbye, Casanova Blake gave her a hug and she skipped off happy. Blake was almost as excited and I could already see his head inflating to be twice as big as normal. We'd have to go back for larger sunglasses if this kept up.

"We gotta move here. This is where my people are," Blake said excitedly.

"Your people huh? What about all your people at home? Plus you know down here, you can't have sex until you're 18 and you can't drink until your 21."

"No way. That's stupid. I wouldn't do it. I'm a man now according to grandpa, and it's gonna be tough enough waiting until I'm 16. Plus you already let me drink at home when I want."

"That's not exactly true. You have tried beer and wine when we were around and if I remember correctly, you didn't exactly like it."

"Yeah, I prefer root beer. It's still beer, but it tastes better. Your beer tastes like a sweaty gym sock," he said curling up his nose.

"You taste a lot of sweaty gym socks do you?" I asked.

"So I'm your manager huh?" Colin smiled as he put his arm around Blake's shoulder.

"Yeah. Sorry about that Colin. I didn't want her to think I was a little kid out with my Dads. So you can be our manager and we'll be the stars, okay?"

"Got it. Do I get 10% off everything you make?"

"Why?" He said looking at him.

"Agents, managers, staff...you have to pay them. Usually they get 10% of whatever you make."

"What a rip off. You're my Dad and you're already rich, you don't need paying."

"Oh, so now I'm your Dad. Can't have it both ways," he teased.

He seemed to contemplate that for a while as we walked around a few more stores, sticking our heads into places and checking it out. I think that there must be this invisible signal sent from one store to another that actual shoppers are coming, as we got welcomed to each store like we were the most important people on the planet. Blake loved it and I have to admit, I did too. Colin took it all in stride. Something tells me he's used to it. He grew up like this. I was just getting the hang of it. It might have had something to do with the bags we were now carrying from the other stores, or that we looked cool in our Gucci sunglasses.

We didn't buy anything else before heading home and having dinner with Colin's family. Blake ran off with his cousin to play for a while and the rest of us just hung out in the living room and talked...and talked...and talked. I guess they had a lot to catch up on. Ethan asked how the show was going and mentioned that it was getting good initial ratings, and would be getting picked up for the full season. That sounded promising and I was happy for J.P. and Ryan, and if Blake's character continued, we'd have to figure out how to keep him from getting a head too big to fit through the door.

"Any idea when they're going to reveal the triplet twist?" Ethan asked me to try and include me in the conversation.

"No, not really. It's J.P.'s thing, but Jason and I are ready to jump in when asked. So far J.P. is playing all the roles, but once they reveal it, the word is that they want to send us out for a little bit of publicity to really ramp up the show's interest.

"Well, there's already a buzz about the fact the guys are twins. One of the big topics that's trending is whether or not J.P. is actually a twin or it it's just him playing both roles. Seems the majority believe that it's just him, so it if that builds and we reveal that there are at least two of you, it should create more interest. The subtle introduction of a gay character has that market buzzing as well. This has the potential to hit a lot of niche markets if it's done right. Plus you have J.P.'s boyfriend, who used to do adult films, didn't he?"

"Yeah. Ryan did some stuff when he was younger to earn a living, but was really popular. He looks different now, but people still recognize him."

"Well that's another area of interest. There's a slow buzz building around him as well. You may all find yourselves very famous if this takes off."

"I'm not really looking to be famous. Acting is J.P.'s thing. I'm just there to support him, as is Jason."

Ethan laughed. "Son, you really don't have any idea how Hollywood works do you? Once J.P. becomes famous and the show is a hit, you'll be just as famous, whether you work on the show or not. You all look identical. Fans won't be able to tell you apart and will have no idea that it's only J.P. doing all the acting. You'll be swamped with young girls wanting to get to know you and screaming or crying when you're around. Then there's the gay character. He'll be the fantasy of every homosexual male as he wonders if all three actors are gay. You could find yourself needing a bodyguard without ever having been on set at all."

I looked at Colin who just put his arm around me. "Don't worry honey, I won't scream or cry over you, you're my fantasy that turned into a reality."

"Awww, you're such a suck up," I laughed. I went silent thinking about what Ethan had said. I never actually thought it all the way through before. If J.P. became as famous as the One Direction guys or even Justin Bieber in his prime (is he still famous?), then we were going to have a problem on our hands. I like attention as much as the next guy, but I don't want to have to live behind a row of bodyguards or be surrounded by screaming and hysterical fans. Maybe I should dye my hair brown, grow a beard, (okay, glue a beard on, since I can't really grow one properly yet...curse my young boy features), and maybe walk with a hunchback and limp. I could shave my head and really look different. I love being identical to J.P. and Jason, but if this was going to be the result, I might have to rethink that in the future. Maybe I could get a scar and talk with an Australian accent. G'day mate. How about we get some Sheila's and hit the outback after we throw some shrimp on the barbie. Great now I was thinking about Sheila and me in the outback, and throwing shrimp on a Barbie. That bitch likes shrimp too?...she really does get everything. Oh god. Could you imagine me doing Cory's Mom? Now I need another drink and that therapist I keep talking about. Nate would be my therapist and I'd be his. We still had that agreement to do each other pro-boner. I still haven't looked up the rules on that. I don't know if you have the pro-boner sex before or after your therapy session. Probably afterward so that it doesn't get in the way of the problems you're trying to work through. Unless your problem is lack of sex, in which case having it before would eliminate the need for the therapy session, and then you wouldn't need the pre pro-boner sex, which would put you back to lack of sex...damn this is an actual working paradox and I'm not even a certified shrink yet. As my head was working on my mental issues, Blake and his cousin strolled back in and it looked like they were in a slasher film. Carter jumped up and ran to his daughter while Blake came up to us. Both were covered in blood. Since neither was crying, screaming or hysterical, we figured it was something mild. Carter was a little more animated as he quizzed both kids about what had happened.

"We went to see the stuff we killed and I slipped and fell on the pheasant and blood squished out of it. We tried to clean it up, but I think we made a bigger mess," Blake explained. Ethan tried hard not to laugh and Margaret just shook her head. "You really are a Worthington. Colin was always in a mess when he was younger. Carter was the clean and fussy one. Looks like you take after your father, Blake."

"Let's go get you cleaned up son," Ethan said as he stood up to take Blake away. Colin grinned.

"Wanna go watch something fun?" He asked me. We stood up to follow leaving the ladies by themselves in the living room. Carter took his daughter upstairs to the bathroom. Ethan led Blake out back into a semi-circular row of bushes close to the pool.

"Okay son, go ahead and take off those bloody clothes and let's get you cleaned up." Blake didn't even hesitate as he stripped completely. Ethan had turned to get a scrub brush on the end of a short pole, and when he turned around he laughed. Blake was spotted with blood from head to toe and with his tanned arms and whiter body he looked very colorful indeed. "You could have kept the underwear on Blake. We don't need to see everything. You really are your father's son." He poured soap on the brush and told Blake to stand with his legs apart and his arms out to the side. We watched as he was scrubbed from head to toe with the brush and by the time it was finished Blake was a giant soap bubble. Ethan told Blake to keep his eyes closed and then hit him with the hose to wash everything off. Blake squealed and jumped around as the cold water pelted him.

Colin turned to me. "Dad used to do this to me all the time. Whenever I got dirty he hit me with the hose. I think he did it to act as a deterrent to get me to stay clean. Whenever I see the hose now, I shudder.

"Did it work?" I grinned.

"Yeah, look at me now. I hate getting dirty, but on the other side of that coin, cold water doesn't bother me."

Blake was jumping around and squealing as he got hosed off. I think Ethan had the nozzle up to `fire hose' setting, but once the water stopped, Blake was clean again. In fact I think he'd had some of his suntan scrubbed off. "That should be about it," Ethan grinned as he threw Blake a towel. "Colin, you want to get in there for old time sake?"

"Thanks Dad, I'll pass. I've done my time in hose hell. Blake, why don't you run in and hit the hot tub for a bit. We'll come join you as soon as I throw these clothes out," Colin suggested. Blake wrapped the towel around himself and ran inside shivering.

"I'll have to remember that move," I smiled. "Hosing them off is one thing, the scrub brush is a nice addition."

"Colin used to get scrubbed more than any boy I've ever known. He was almost constantly out there. At first I thought he just liked it, but then I realized he was just a klutz. Good thing he grew out of it."

Colin just shook his head. "One day old man! One day! Remember it'll be me that decides what old folks home to put you in."

Ethan slapped Colin on the back and told him how proud he was of him as he picked up his drink and headed inside. A fleeting but powerful moment. We headed inside after disposing of Blake's clothes and found him in the hot tub. I could see by looking in the water that he was naked.

"You should probably be wearing shorts, buddy. It's not our house," I suggested.

"Uhh, the whole neighborhood just saw me naked. I don't think they'll mind if I'm in the hot tub," he reasoned.

Colin laughed. "He makes sense, plus my Mom was used to seeing Carter and me swimming naked. I doubt she'll show up if she knows we're in here." To prove his point he undressed and slipped into the water. Well, you know the old saying it you can't beat em, join `em.' I got in with them. Carter showed up a few minutes later. "How's your daughter?"

"Cleaned up and blood free," he smiled as he undressed and joined us. "Brings back old memories. Did Dad scrub Blake down like he used to do to you?"

"Yeah. I felt that brush and cold water all over again," Colin remarked to his older brother.

"I'm glad I was never that dirty. It looked seriously cold each time. You came out of there shivering and almost blue."

"Yeah, but it never stopped you from helping," Colin said giving his brother the evil eye.

We spent about 20 minutes in the warm water before getting dressed and checking out the cars in the garage prior to dinner. I just hoped it wasn't going to be rabbit and pheasant. Colin put a few tags on the cars that he wanted sent up to us when the underground garage was done. As he went around explaining each one, I wasn't really listening to the history of them, I just thought they were pretty cool. He had an original 1967 Mustang that his Dad had bought new and held on to. There was a 1930 Model A. It looked like something out of a gangster movie. He had a Lotus, a 1940 Mercedes 540K, a 1929 Dussenberg and 2010 Lexus lfa, and two Aston Martin's; the new One-77 and a classic 1964 DB5. We could open a car museum with all these. Blake asked if we could go for a ride in one of them, but Colin said that most were for show only and weren't for driving. Now that seemed silly. Personally I thought we should take them all out for one of our car parades. By putting all these in our house, our insurance rates were going to go through the roof. No wonder the garage was being outfitted with some high tech security, a sprinkler system and climate control. Kurt was going to piss himself when these cars arrived, he'd become a recluse and live in the garage and call all the cars his children. We took out a convertible that looked old but in fact was new. It was a Morgan Roadster and after looking it up, it was probably one of the cheapest cars in his collection at only $75,000. Blake giggled as he climbed in the back seat.

"Dad, they put the steering wheel on the wrong side."

"It's a car built for England where they drive on the other side of the road," he explained. "They didn't build one for North America."

"Cool! Are we gonna drive on the other side of the road? I should probably fasten my seatbelt tighter if we are," he said sitting back and buckling in.

Colin teased him and said that it would be alright because if it got to scary, he'd just close his eyes. We hit the highway for a trip down the coast and once Blake realized that we weren't going to drive on the wrong side of the road, he began to relax and enjoy the trip waving to people that honked at us. It was like driving a hyperactive Miss Daisy. Once we got home, Colin tagged that car as well and we headed in for dinner. The whole time we were getting properly dressed I was thinking, please don't let it be the pheasant and rabbit.

I walked into the dining room, almost in slow motion, and sure enough, rabbit and pheasant. Damn it. One minute they're running around the forest minding their own business, the next they're on our table after being assassinated. "That's the rabbit I killed," Blake announced unnecessarily. The chef cut some of each meat for all of us and we helped ourselves to vegetables. The rich people sure know how to put on a meal. When we do a proper meal, we have normal food, although we have it catered and some of it looks fancy. I also never have to see it fresh from the wilderness. It comes looking like food. I carefully tried it all while trying not to think about it. Although not my favorite, I had to admit it was pretty good. Maybe some of enjoyment was tainted by the fact I'd seen it dead. Blake seemed to enjoy the rabbit and I began to worry about Twitch when we got home. It would be like having Sylvester and Tweety in the house together, with Blake as Sylvester. I just hope Twitch was as smart as Tweety.

Dinner was a long drawn out affair with multiple courses, plenty of wine and conversation. Blake joined in where he could and even poured his root beer into a wine glass so he participate in any toast that was made. It was a nice evening and by the time we were done, I had to loosen my pants so I could breathe. By the time we hit the sack I was tired and fell asleep almost instantly. Still no sex for me and Colin as Blake was once again between us. The closest I got was Blake humping my leg sometime during the night. It's like sleeping with a horny Cocker Spaniel. In the morning, it was a quick start as we had breakfast, loaded up the limo and said goodbye to everyone. We promised to come back soon, and Blake made his Grandpa promise to take him hunting again.

"Can we look for a lion or tiger next time, Grandpa?" He asked with his eyes wide with excitement.

"Not in California, but if we take an African Safari we might find you one. We can go on a big game hunting trip. Just let me know when you have time and we can plan a trip together."

"I'm free all week," Blake said quickly. "I could just stay here with you and maybe we could go tomorrow."

Ethan laughed loudly. "It's a long trip to Africa son. Why don't you do some homework on it and have your Dads see about setting something up for the spring or maybe next fall. We don't want to go in the summer, it'll be too hot. We can pick Carter up on the way," he suggested looking at his eldest son, who nodded.

"Okay cool. Thanks Grandpa. I'm gonna look up what type of animals are in Africa. Maybe they have giraffe's and hippopotamuses too." Now all I could imagine was him bagging a giraffe and us having it mounted on the wall. We'd need a thirty foot ceiling. Now that would be a conversation piece. He gave everyone a big hug before climbing in the back of the vehicle. It was my turn to say my goodbyes and I made sure to invite everyone up to our house soon. Colin was last to say goodbye and his Mom gave him a big hug and kiss. You could see how much she enjoyed having him home. I kinda felt bad that it was such a short trip this time. On the way to the airport, Blake was already planning for his trip to Africa.

"When I get a lion, can I keep it in my room?" He said bouncing around as if he were on springs. God, that's all we need, a house full of stuffed animals. "Can we catch one instead killing it? Then I could keep it in the back yard and stuff."

"The law wouldn't allow us to keep a wild animal like that in the back yard," Colin told him.

"Really? They allow us to keep Justin and he's pretty wild," Blake giggled as he rolled around on the floor laughing at his own joke. I pounced on him and began to tickle him hard. "Stop!! Or I'm gonna pee myself!!" he shrieked. I've been there when that happens, so I stopped.

The flight home was uneventful and Blake spent most of the time in the cockpit as Colin and I cuddled up together. It was nice having some alone time with him for a bit. When we got home it was back to the usual beehive of activity. The twins were hopping around the house as they followed Twitch through the great room while Jason and Alex were in the back yard playing basketball with James. I was a bit surprised that they had left Travis and Trevor alone inside, but then Malcolm came around the corner with snacks for them.

"Hey! Welcome back!" He said acknowledging us quickly. The twins ran over to greet us, but mainly to pull Blake into their game with Twitch. I watched to see if our son had a killer look in his eyes, and started to drool or not. I'd be ready to jump in and save the bunny.

"Have you moved in already?" I asked as he handed the twins their snack and gave some to Blake as well. Of course Blake didn't need a babysitter, but he also wasn't stupid enough to turn down food.

"Most of my things are here. Just the odd thing left to get," he responded. We dumped our stuff in the bedrooms and then went down to see Jason and Alex. It was nice to see them getting along with James so well. They took a break and James ran inside to play with the other kids.

We told the guys about the trip and Alex loved the idea of having the newbies on call for the membership for a year to prove they were worth being in the `Q'. He would have to get it approved by the executive committee, but we all agreed that it should pass easily, and set up some plans on how to make it work. The biggest thing was to make sure of availability so we'd set up a secure calendar to log into and be able to block out time with a newbie. First come first served kind of thing. I was already thinking about what we could use them for, other than the obvious sex. Need your hole shaving? Call a newbie. Want a complete massage? Call a newbie. Need to watch a live porn show? Call two newbies. The possibilities were endless.

"Justin, I'm gonna go over to Cory's, okay?" Blake said as he bounced down the stairs with his backpack on.

"Don't you want dinner?"

"Nah, I'll grab something at Cory's. No offense, but Sheila is a better cook than you guys. I have to get out anyway or I'll turn into a Kermit."

"You mean a hermit," I corrected.

He giggled. "No, a Kermit. You know, a frog that just sits on a lily pad. What's a hermit?"

"Never mind. I like your definition better. I'll get the keys and give you a ride over."

"It's okay, I'm gonna ride my bike. It's not that far."

Okay, have fun. Home by 9 okay? You want me to come pick you up?"

"Nah, I'm probably gonna spend the night. Me and Cory gotta catch up. Haven't seen him in like forever."

I didn't bother to point out it had only been a couple of days and the whole time we were away they were Skyping almost constantly. He took off, promising to call when he got there, which, true to his word, he did. Alex filled me in on some of the pledge tasks that the guys had been sent to over the past couple of days and they sounded interesting. Wish I'd been here. They had arranged for two guys to go to a public locker room and clean it thoroughly. The only difference was that they were to remain naked the entire time and had the word `Pleeb' written on their backs. Apparently the guys using the locker room teased them, slapped their asses and generally made their lives miserable for a couple hours, although from the sound of it, none of the guys were used sexually, which I suppose made sense in that setting. Another task had two pledges go to the Hastings Street Bath house and make themselves available for sex. Normally that wouldn't be much of a task, but the guys that went to this bath house were all like over 60. It would be a horrible task for two hours in my mind. Another couple were sent to a public pool where there was a steam room/sauna in the locker room. They had instructions that they were to use the showers and steam room/sauna for two hours. The rule was that their two hour time limit would only be counted while they had an erection. If they went soft, the time stopped. Once they had completed the task, someone would hand them a note that they were done. It meant that they either had to stroke themselves, help their fellow pledge or let anyone use them in the sauna and steam room. Of course other members were sent in to make it more exciting. Now that Christmas was over, the pledges would be back at it soon and I was looking forward to seeing what was next.

End of Chapter.

Back to Vancouver and time to get ready for New Year where the story will begin to pickup speed again. Comments and remarks welcome at outinwest@gmail.com