The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 155

After Karl left, saying we'd run every second day, Colin told me we had to go over to pick up Blake. I wasn't looking forward to having a kid around as I enjoyed it just being me and Colin. I really liked getting to know him. We pulled up at a house and I followed Colin up to the door.

A pleasant looking lady answered and said the kids were in the family room. I put out my hand and introduced myself. "Hi I'm Tri...Uhhh, Justin," I said politely. She smiled and took my hand and pulled me against here and gave me a big hug.

"I'm Sheila. Cory's Mom," she said as I stood there feeling super awkward at being hugged. I'll give this group of people credit. They're sure an affectionate bunch. None of them had any boundaries about touching, hugging, nudity, or sex. If she tries to slip me the tongue and go for my cock, I'm out of here. I don't think I'm into the Mom type. I almost shuddered at the thought, but then I didn't think I was into the guy type either, and look how that was going. She finally released me. "How are you doing Justin? I was so upset to hear that you got hurt, but we're all here for you." Colin filled her in as I looked around and waited for them to stop talking about me as if I were the latest episode in some tv drama. The two kids came running up excitedly and both began talking at the same time. I know I have two ears, but this is way too much to handle.

"Jesus, one at a time guys. It's like listening to two movies at once," I said realizing that that might have sounded just a little rude.

"I'm Blake in case you forgot. This is Cory. He's my best friend, and Jason's little brother. Jason's your twin brother," Blake said. I groaned. Shit kid, I got it. I know who you are, and I know who Jason is, but I was nice about it and didn't say anything. Do I really have to put up with him living with us? Maybe I can convince Colin to let him stay here with his Mom.

"Nice to meet you Cory," I said holding my hand out. He took it to shake it properly.

"Nice to meet you too," he giggled.

"See I told you he can't remember anything. He's as dumb as a sponge," Blake grinned as the boys looked at each other excitedly.

"Blake! That's not nice. Justin just lost his memories, not his hearing. Apologize please," Colin snapped at him.

"Sorry, Triton. I just meant that you don't know anything right now."

"Got it kid. Thanks," I replied.

"Is that his new name? Triton?" Cory asked looking at me. "Why did they change it?"

"That's who he thinks he is," Blake explained "Plus I think it's a cool name, although I miss Justin. Did you remember anything yet? Do you know what four plus four is?"

"Yep, lettuce," I said quickly.

"See. Stupid as shit," Blake laughed as he tried a few more tests. "What's the capital of the world?"

"Pluto," I replied playing along with the kid. He may be annoying, but he was pretty funny.

"How many legs do bird have?"

"What color is the bird?" I asked all serious.

"Pink!" Cory said jumping up and down.

"Then six."

The two boys doubled over with laughter and ran off to come up with more tests. Sheila smiled. "Looks like you still have your sense of humour, Justin. You were kidding, right?"

"Of course. Everyone knows they have five legs. The only things I can't remember are people and places I've been, but I can remember facts and figures and things like how to talk and eat and stuff." We went in the kitchen and sat at the table as Sheila got us a coffee and the boys ran back in and asked for orange juice.

"Do you think his memory will ever come back?" Blake asked as if I wasn't sitting right there.

"In time, yes," Colin answered confidently.

"I hope so. I liked the old Justin better. No offense Triton. But I know how I can help you. I saw it on a movie, so you'll be okay."

"Great, thanks," I answered mainly ignoring the kid. I didn't know what to say to him most of the time anyway. If all kids were like him, I wondered why anyone would want them. I turned my attention back to Sheila and Colin as the two boys began to whisper and giggle like girls and ran back into the kitchen. They never seemed to stop moving.

Then out of nowhere, I heard Colin yell, "Blake, NO!!!" Then I was bashed hard over the head with a resounding clanging sound. I was stunned for a second and then turned to see the kid standing there with a large frying pan grinning. I furiously grabbed it out of his hands and pushed him so hard that he went flying backward onto his ass. "What the fuck? Jesus Christ you little asshole. How'd you like it if I bashed you over the head with this?" I said raising it over my head and jumped out of my seat to go for him. He scrambled backward and Colin flew between the two of us and took the frying pan away.

"You alright?" He asked me.

"I dunno. My head is still ringing. Are there a dozen bells playing in here, `cause if so, then I'm fine. If not, then I may have a concussion. What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid little shit? Son of a bitch!" I said almost screaming at the kid.

"I saw it in a movie," he replied looking terrified. "If someone has amnesia from being bashed on the head, you hit them again and their memory comes back. I want Justin back. I want my Dad again!"

"Blake, apologize and then go to the car. I'll deal with you in a minute," Colin said as he scolded the kid. Yeah, I know how I'd deal with him. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Club him over the head a few times like a baby seal. He ran off quickly with tears in his eyes, with Cory following him looking more scared than Blake. Colin took a look at my head which was stinging like crazy. "Looks okay. I'll get you some Tylenol but if you feel dizzy or anything, just let me know so I can take you to the hospital."

"Dude, that kid is a spoilt brat. He needs some serious punishment. Lock him in that concrete bunker room you have and throw away the key until he's 18. You can't just go around bashing people on the head like that and get away with it. No offense Sheila, but your son needs to learn some boundaries. He's always in our face wanting to do what we're doing. Send him to military school or prison or something. God damn it that hurt."

"We'll deal with him when we get home, and Sheila isn't Blake's Mom, she's Cory's," he said as he took another look at my head. "No bleeding or anything, but we should probably put an ice pack on it to prevent swelling. Sheila jumped up to get me one and we then headed out to the car with me nursing an ice pack to my head like the walking wounded. Blake was sitting in the back seat with his arms folded across his chest and looking miserable with tears streaming down his face. Cory was just standing beside the open back door. Colin told him to say goodbye to Blake and then slammed the door shut. One prisoner in custody, although we should cuff his hands so he doesn't try to strangle me with my seatbelt on the drive home. I made a point of sitting partially sideways in the front seat so I could see if he moved at all. He never even looked up the whole way back. Good. Little shithead. When we got home, Colin sent him to his room and he ran off without saying a word.

"So what punishment do you give him? Floggings, sit him in the corner with a dunce cap on. Let me hit him with a frying pan so he knows how wrong it was and how it felt. Put him in an ice bath, waterboard him, what?"

Colin tried not to laugh as he could see I was pissed off. "We'll ground him and I'll explain why it was wrong."

"And?"

"Nope, that's it. He hates being grounded. He's such a people type kid that no punishment we could dish out would be worse than a grounding. If you want to come along and be part of it, you can see how it goes."

"Fine, but I'm bringing a frying pan in case your way doesn't work," I said half joking. Frankly I think that would be the best punishment. Give him a taste of his own medicine.

We went to see the kid who was lying on his bed looking miserable. He turned and looked at us as if we were the executioners. "Sorry Triton. I thought that might help get your memory back. I didn't do it just to be mean or anything."

Nice pre-emptive strike kid. Soften the court up before the sentencing. Doesn't matter, you're going down for 5-10. Colin sat beside him and put his arm on the kids back. I went and pulled the desk chair over so I could be in front of him. No way I wanted that kid behind me. "You know why it was wrong to hit Justin on the head?"

"Yeah, because it probably hurt," he answered quietly.

"And you could have done more damage. What you see on TV isn't always right. Sometimes it's just done to be funny. Do you think Justin thought that was funny?"

"No. Sorry Justin," he said apologizing again. I still didn't say anything as I wasn't really in a forgiving mood. Plus I had a large bump on my head that I think was throbbing and growing. Normally I'm sure I'd have a sex joke about that somewhere, but who's in the mood for that right now?

"So what do you think your punishment should be?"

"You're probably going to ground me aren't you? But maybe I could spend more time with Justin and then he'd get to know me better and maybe his memories would come back. I could come and sleep with you guys and go everywhere you go and I'd let you know everything about our past," he suggested.

"That's one idea, but you still need to understand what you did was wrong. So how about two days grounding where you don't have anything including phone, TV, internet, etc. You just stay in your room after school and think about why we don't hit other people, no matter the intention. Then you can spend time with Justin. Deal?"

Why am I being punished in this scenario? I didn't do anything wrong. Shit, I'm moving back with Karl and Jake then. This doesn't seem right. First I get bashed in the head, now I'm being kicked in the nuts. Maybe this was their way of getting the kid a babysitter without having to pay for one. They probably spend all their money on this house and those fancy cars.

"Deal," the kid said quickly and got off the bed to come over to me. I stiffened and quickly paid attention to both his hands in case he had another weapon. But all he did was give me a hug and apologize again. I caved and gave him a light pat on the back. Still think it would have been better to hit him with the frying pan. I had reviewed all that psych stuff I was supposed to be learning when I went back to University and although it seemed complicated, I had seen a few things on child psychology and figured that might come in handy in this nut house. I'd be focusing on that for sure. I'm betting there's a chapter on the best way to deal with a fry pan wielding assassin, and I'll bet it wasn't just a two day grounding, but then he's Colin's kid, I just have to respect the way he deals with him.

Blake stayed in his room most of the night, only coming out to say goodnight and apologize again. One thing I did notice about this kid is that he didn't mind wandering around naked at all. Seems like modesty is non-existent and clothes were optional. It's a little strange getting a hug from a naked guy as you try to make sure his junk doesn't touch you. I still couldn't help looking at it and wondering how it was he had a dick the size of most adults when he was just a normal size kid. I guess some parts grow faster than others, just ask Pinocchio.

He did his two day punishment without much drama, which Colin said was unusual, as apparently was the fact he was being very quiet and avoiding me. Personally I was okay with that, but Colin seemed concerned as he said we should try bonding again. I avoided groaning.

"Justin can you take Blake to his diving practice today?" Colin asked. "He knows where it is. Normally one of us could do it until you're back to normal, but our schedules have kind of crossed."

"Sure, I guess," I said looking at the shaggy haired kid with the giant green eyes looking at me like I was some sort of exhibit. I could see right through Colin's attempt to put us together, but I figure as long as Blake didn't try to cave my skull in what could go wrong?

"Cool. You'll get to see how awesome I am. Do you remember when we went to England and I got to dive with Tom Daley?"

"Nope, sorry. Don't remember that. Who's Tom Daley?"

"Only the best diver in the world. He's my friend, so we hang out a lot," he said talking to me more than he had in the past few days. I had no idea if I should believe him as I learned this kid has a pretty wild imagination, or at least embellishes stories to make himself sound more exciting. I just nodded and smiled. I borrowed the BMW, and drove him over to the pool where Blake showed me the best place to be able to watch him. He asked if I could take pictures of some of his dives. I agreed and got as close to the diving towers as possible. I couldn't believe how skimpy the bathing suits were on these guys and it sure left very little to the imagination. You could post these on porn sites they were almost that revealing. One thing I noticed is that all these guys were in pretty good shape. Maybe I should take up diving in addition to running. I'd be ripped like Colin in no time flat. I already had a four pack, maybe six if you looked hard enough, and I'd work on it becoming an eight.

I snapped tons of pictures of the guys diving, making sure to get lots of Blake from the deck to climbing the tower to action shots on the dive. I even switched it to the video mode and made a few videos for him. Once the diving was over, I went and waited for Blake to come out of the change room. I stood there and from the corner of my eye I noticed a guy waving at me. I looked around to see if maybe he was waving at someone else. I wouldn't want to look like an idiot and wave back if he was just looking at someone behind me. "Hey Justin, haven't seen you around in a while. Not since you were at my party to pick up Blake. Everything work out okay with the family emergency?"

"Yeah, thanks," I replied vaguely with no idea who this guy was at all.

"Any bets on how long it's going to take them to come out of the change room this time? I swear they're like little girls in there. Give them makeup and we'd never get them out. Probably playing snap the towel with each other. Stings like a bitch especially if you get hit in the nuts."

"No doubt," I agreed wishing this guy would stop talking, or that Blake would come out. I kept pretty quiet and managed to mumble generic answers until I saw Blake exit with another boy.

"Justin, can we go practice wrestling with Warren and Kane? We normally do, but since you can't remember stuff, I figure I better ask."

The older guy that had been talking while we waited looked at me puzzled. "You can't remember things?"

Blake spoke up for me. "He had an accident and he has ambrosia. Doesn't even remember his name. He thinks it's Triton, which is a pretty cool name if you ask me."

"You mean amnesia?" Kane corrected with a question.

"That's what I said," Blake replied as if everyone else were stupid.

"Whoa dude, that's harsh. Is it permanent?" Kane asked.

"No idea. The doctors think it'll all come back eventually but they just don't know," I replied.

"Well, I'm Kane and this is my little brother Warren. I'm sorry for babbling away at you. I had no idea."

"Not your fault. I should have explained that I had no idea who you were, but I've learned to just go with it lately. So do you always go wrestling after diving?" I asked looking at Blake.

"We just go to Warren's house. They have a mat in the basement and stuff. It's not like official wrestling, we just practice to get better and be able to hang out longer. So is it okay if we go? Then we can get burgers afterward."

"Sure I'm okay with that," I said figuring why not. Maybe more routine stuff will help bring back memories.

After we arrived at their house, the boys ran into the bathroom to change and when they returned they were both wearing wrestling singlets. If I thought the diving swim suits didn't leave much to the imagination, these were even more revealing. You could clearly see the outline of their chests and stomachs and more predominately, their penises. It was so revealing that you could clearly see that both boys were circumcised. I wondered if maybe they were supposed to wear something underneath those or every gay guy in the country would be going to wrestling matches.

Kane threw me one and said it was our turn to change. "You want me to wrestle?" I asked surprised. "Not really sure how."

"You were getting pretty good at it the last time you were over," Kane said stopping to look at me. "Don't worry, once you try it again, it'll come back to you."

"Along with the rest of my memories, I hope," I said weakly.

"Guys why don't you warm up and get ready. Warren, maybe with all the extra practice you can actually beat Blake this time and avoid being fucked like a chick."

I wasn't sure I'd heard that right. We headed for the bathroom and changed into the snug outfits. I tried to change without being overly naked in front of this guy and didn't sneak a look at him or anything as it didn't seem right. "So Blake's good at wrestling?" I asked. He'd been good at diving, so maybe he was like one of those natural athletes.

"He's gotten a lot better, that's for sure. The last three times he's beaten Warren which I think surprised all of us. None as much as my kid brother when he had to take Blake's huge dick up his ass."

"Are you serious? They fuck each other?" I asked shocked. They were only like what 10 or something?

"That's the deal around here. If you lose you give up your ass. Nothing beats that as an incentive to win. I've been using that for years with friends and I can tell you we wrestle harder than we would normally to avoid the punishment."

"Seems a little gay doesn't it?" I asked.

"Nah, it's not like we're making out or anything. The loser gets stripped and fucked. Teaches him to work harder next time. Worked for Blake. He used to lose all the time, now the kid has stepped up his game. I just feel sorry for my brother. Blake is hung like a horse for someone his age. Hell he's bigger than half my friends. I'd wrestle hard to avoid that thing in me. Of course I wrestle hard to avoid yours too. I'm not ready to take that thing at all."

"So in other words, I lose all the time and you fuck me?"

"Pretty much," he laughed. "But if it makes you feel any better, you've beaten a few people over the times you've been here and all of them began practicing daily to avoid that again. You're a true motivator," he laughed as we headed back out the main room. I was keenly aware that my junk was pretty visible and wondered how anyone could wear these things. I'd have to look it up when I got home as I'm sure you should be wearing a jock or tight underwear or something as I couldn't imagine a whole room full of guys showing their packages off like this. The boys were rolling around practicing some moves. Kane and I sat on the couch and he told them to get into position. They did and he yelled `go'. There was a lot of flipping, groping and pretzel twisting of bodies. After three rounds, Warren had been declared the winner and jumped up and down to celebrate.

"Finally!!" he exclaimed. "Time for my reward!"

"It's not a reward douchebag. It's Blake's punishment for not working hard enough this time."

"Whatever. I'm the one doing it this time." He went behind Blake and grabbed the straps of the singlet and yanked it all the way down his body turning it inside out. Blake was now completely naked and stepped out of the thing bunched up at his feet. He got back into the starting wrestling position on his hands and knees and I incorrectly assumed they were about to wrestle naked. Warren grabbed a bottle of lube and took off his wrestling costume. The kid's dick didn't look anywhere near as big as Blake's but he was already hard. He lubed it up and then poured some on Blake's ass as he got behind him, and without a major conversation, just fucked him. It took about 30 seconds before he announced he was cumming and pulled out. Now that's a fast fuck. Wait till they figure it out for real. They ran off to the bathroom to clean up and returned dressed back in their singlets.

"Our turn," Kane smiled. "You want to be on the bottom or top to start?" I'm pretty sure that's a sex question if I ever heard one.

"Bottom?" I replied almost asking. He nodded and we went to the center of the mat. On Warren's go, Kane flipped me and was on top of me before I knew we had started. We got back into position and he gave me a few tips. I was on my back and pinned almost as fast. This wrestling thing was hard, but by the fourth time I had figured out some leverage and was able to at least fight back. I didn't win, but I sure found that the more you did it, the more you were able to come up with a counter move. We had wrestled for quite a while and were getting sweatier and sweatier. The two boys had moved off the couch and were sitting beside the mat cheering each of us on. Inevitably I lost overall, but I lasted longer than I thought I would.

"Okay, strip and assume the position," Kane said with a smirk.

"You're going to fuck me? In front of the kids?" I asked looking over at them sitting eagerly at the side of the mat.

"That's the rules," he said as he grabbed the lube.

"It's okay Dad. I've seen it lots of times. No big deal," Blake said trying to be helpful. That wasn't helpful. I decided it might be easier to get it over with than to just act like a pussy complaining about it. I stripped and got on all fours as Kane got behind and fucked me. He lasted about as long as his brother. Maybe they could teach me about wrestling and I'd teach them about sex, which according to Kane this wasn't. Seemed like sex to me. I was naked and had a dick in my ass. Almost the definition of sex. We went to clean up and wash the sweat off. We put the wrestling things back on, only this time I tucked my dick downward so it wasn't as obvious.

"Alright, next the winners wrestle and then the losers," Kane announced as we got back in the room.

Blake jumped up and came right up to me looking all menacing. "You're going down old man. I'm gonna crush you."

"Wrong type of wrestling Blake," Kane laughed "But good job on the intimidation."

Blake growled at me and then bent slightly to pose and show off his muscles. It was kinda cute. Beating him would be no problem. He's half my size. I could just pick him up, throw him on the mat and sit on him. It'd be over before it started.

Kane and Warren were up first and the kid sure put up a fight, but ultimately was defeated. He didn't even wait for his punishment as he removed his singlet and got on all fours. He lubed up his own ass and waited for his brother to fuck him. "On your back, bro," Kane said as he stripped.

"Aww, come on Kane. That way hurts too much. You go to deep."

"Stop being a pussy. You lost twice. The punishment should suit the loss." He flipped his younger brother on his back and pushed his leg back. I wasn't sure where to look and wondered how often this happened, but Warren seemed to be resigned to taking the punishment, so who was I to interfere. Next it was Blake and me. I let Blake take the bottom position and expected just to flatten him and lie on top to hold him down. Didn't turn out quite like that as he spun quickly into a sitting position, did some ninja move as he flipped his legs up around my head and pulled me down to the mat before sitting on me. I was looking up at his crotch almost right in my mouth. He had won that round. I got into the kneeling position and he put his arms around me. I couldn't figure out the move he'd just done, so I dropped flat to my stomach. Let's see him roll me over from that position. He jumped on top of me and pulled my legs so far back he lifted my crotch off the mat. This kid was surprisingly agile, and stronger than I'd given him credit for. He jumped around and before I knew it, he was sideways across me and I was pinned. The next round, I picked him up and body slammed him to the mat. If there had been ropes around it, I'd have climbed on top and leapt onto him. I had given up wrestling moves and was now more interested in snapping this kid in half to prevent looking stupid at being beaten by a 9 year old. Blake was having none of it and at one point I think he was sitting on my face trying to suffocate me. I'm not sure that's a legal move, nor was the knees to my balls, which was about all it took to lessen my concentration to the point where he had me almost upside down with my legs pulled over his shoulders and I once again was pinned.

Blake leapt up and was jumping around squealing in excitement as he was announced the winner. He was doing his happy dance and turned to look at me. "Strip Dad!" He said as he pulled the singlet down to my waist. He's kidding, right. "It's the rules. Take your punishment like a man. Warren did!"

I suppose that's fair. I already lost to the kid. I didn't need to be a bigger loser and not be able to take a quick fuck, especially from someone who'd be done in 10 seconds. If this was Colin, Jake or Karl, I might be here all night. I removed my singlet and got on my hands and knees. Blake quickly stripped and was already sporting a throbbing hard-on. I guess he was looking forward to punishing me. I actually took a longer look at his erection than I probably should have, wishing I could remember how big I was when I hit puberty, but I'm sure I wasn't that young when it happened. Blake got behind me and I heard him lube his cock up with encouragement from Warren. He put his hands on my hips and rubbed his dick against my ass. I closed my eyes waiting for this kid to fuck me. God, I hope he doesn't go telling everyone. Imagine the total humiliation at being beaten at wrestling by someone half my size. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole and I almost pushed back to get it inside as my ass was already telling my brain `yippee, we're getting a prostate massage again!!' My cock was half hard thinking about getting fucked and I was trying not to focus on the fact of it being this annoying kid that was about to do it. Something tells me he'll never let me forget that I'd lost to him. I'm going to take secret wrestling classes and crush him next time. Then we'll see who gets punished. I'd get my revenge, not only for losing but for him bashing me over the head with a frying pan. He'd not only never wrestle again, he'd probably never walk again. I felt him push slightly harder and the tip of his mushroom head was about to enter me when he stopped moving.

"I can't do it," he said suddenly. "I know you still don't remember everything Dad, but I don't want to be grounded when you do. I want to put my penis in you `cause it would be fun, but can I wait until you are better and then I can punish you for not wrestling hard enough. You're not mad are you?"

I looked back at him and he was being as sincere as I'd ever seen from him. "No, I'm fine. That sounds pretty responsible."

"Jesus, Blake, just punish him. You talk all the time about how you want to do it, so just do it," Kane said as he came down and pushed Blake firmly on the ass, slamming his cock into to me. I gasped as he speared me. "Now fuck him as punishment."

Blake pulled out rapidly and it hurt almost as much screaming backward out of me as it did going in, especially as my ass slammed shut. He jumped up and ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. Warren ran after him.

"You lucked out dude. That kid would have ripped your ass open. He fucks like he wrestles. Full speed and as hard as he can."

"That wasn't right to make him do that since he didn't want to," I replied bluntly.

"He wanted to, trust me, but he's always worried about getting into trouble. I've already told him that this isn't sex, but he figures you'd be mad at him. Just let him already and get it over with. That's what I did with Warren and now he wrestles better, as do most of my friends. You want to suck me off while the kids are in the bathroom cleaning up?"

"I thought this wasn't a gay thing?" I said looking at him thinking this had to be the biggest asshole I'd ever met.

"It isn't, but you are and I'm straight, so what's the problem?"

"I just don't do sex with random strangers, sorry."

"That's new." Kane remarked as he just shrugged and whipped his dick out to jerk off. I had no idea where to look or what to do so I decided to go see how Blake was doing. I knocked on the door and asked if they were okay. Warren opened the door and I saw Blake sitting on the toilet seat crying. I entered and Warren left closing the door behind him.

"Dude, what's wrong?" I asked wondering if I should maybe call someone to help him. I knelt down so that I was at eye level with him.

"I've wanted to put my penis in your bum for a long time, but you always said I had to wait until I was 16. That's why I stopped and then Kane tricked me and made me go inside you. Now you'll hate me even more."

"Buddy, I don't hate you. I really don't. I kinda like being fuc...ummm doing stuff like that. But you should always remember that you never let anyone force you to do anything sexual that you don't want to do. This was an accident. Simple as that."

"You're not mad?"

"No. I was mad at you when you clubbed me over the head with a frying pan, but this wasn't something in your control was it?"

"It wasn't really sex though, right, cause it's just a wrestling punishment," he said cheering up a little.

"No, despite how Kane frames it, it's still sex. He's hiding it behind his wrestling stuff, but dude, anytime your penis goes inside any hole of another person, it's sex. Plain and simple. I'm supposed to be your Dad, so I guess it's kind of my job to teach you stuff when you're ready. From what I've seen, you're probably overdue to learn about sex since you appear to be pretty active with it anyway."

His eyes brightened and he grinned as he wiped away the tears. "Really? You'll show me sex stuff? For real?"

"For real. I think it's better to teach you properly than let you learn about it from guys like Kane."

"I already know lots, but if you could show me how you do stuff, it would be super cool."

"Then that's what we'll do. I'll teach you what you want to know."

He leaned over and gave me a big hug and a kiss. It was at that point I realized that we were both still naked. I hugged him back and he put his head on my shoulder. "I love you Dad," he whispered. I didn't know if I should say it back as I really didn't know much about him yet.

"Me too, kid," I said generically. "Let's rinse this lube off and get out of here and get those burgers you wanted."

"Yeah, cool." He jumped off the toilet seat and took my hand to pull me to the shower where we quickly rinsed off before heading out of the bathroom together. Kane was still jerking off on the couch with Warren sitting right beside him watching. They were as naked as we were. As we got to our clothes, Kane stood up to face his little brother and, with a giant grunt, shot his load all over him. It wasn't much, but the look on the kid's face was priceless.

"Gross, Kane. Shithead! Fuck!" He said as he stood up and ran to the bathroom.

Kane laughed. "That's why you have kid brothers."

I had no idea what that meant, so I just kept quiet as we dressed. Warren ran back out in a towel, and Blake said goodbye letting them know we'd see them next week. My mission now was to learn to become a pro wrestler in 7 days and give that asshole Kane a taste of his own medicine. He seemed like a bully. As Blake sat in the passenger seat babbling excitedly about the diving and wrestling, I looked at him and smiled. The kid really was cute and that long curly hair made him that much more interesting. If he really was related to me, I wondered if I was this annoying when I was his age. "So Blake, I'm proud of you for today. It was obvious you were horny back there and I couldn't imagine stopping if I had been in your shoes. Seems like you're more mature than I would have been."

"Thanks, Dad. Yeah, I've wanted to do that for my whole life, but you always said I had to wait until I'm 16 before I can do it with anyone older. It would have been epic, but then you'd tell Colin, and he'd get mad at me for taking advantage of you now that you can't remember stuff. Then I'd get grounded and be mad at both of you, so it wasn't gonna be worth it."

"What makes you think I'd tell Colin?" I asked curiously.

"`Cause you tell him everything. We have a no secrets rule in the house."

"That seems like a good rule. But I don't think I would tell Colin everything. So who is older between you and Warren, because if it was based on penis size, I would guess you."

Blake giggled. "No Warren is already 13. I'm not 13 until next week. Everyone says that's how they know we're related `cause yours is so big too."

"Good to know. Just for the record, it actually does look like mine. I think that age rule is there just so you don't get hurt or hurt anyone. I kind of agree that you shouldn't be letting older guys fuck you, but I don't think you could get hurt if you are the one doing it. Next time we wrestle, you can do it if I lose. I wouldn't want to try putting mine in you as I think I'm way too big for you to handle."

"Really? Cool! That's what I'm talking about. If no one shows me how to do stuff, how will I know how to do it the right way? None of my friends know things, so you have to ask someone older. Can I tell you something and promise you won't get mad?"

"Sure."

"I kinda hope you don't get your memories back for a while, `cause then you'll go back to the old rules and I won't get to learn things properly. And when my penis went inside you today, it was the best feeling I ever had. But after you show me stuff and realize I can handle it, then maybe you can get your memory back so you remember all the things we did before."

"I'd like that, but it seems like you know a lot anyway. Can I ask you a personal question? Do you like boys or girls?"

"Both. Guys are easier to hang out with `cause we like the same stuff. Girls are just weird. They don't think like boys at all. Plus boys like to be naked more than girls and show off, so they're more fun. Do you think that's normal?"

"Yep, I think that's normal. Guys are just hornier than girls."

"No, I mean do you think it's normal for me to like boys and girls?"

"I think it's very normal. As you get older you'll find girls have something to offer that's different than boys but it's your life, so if you like both, then enjoy it. Plus what's the definition of normal? Just be yourself and have fun as long as it doesn't hurt those around you."

"See, this is good stuff, and I know what you meant by having something different. They get boobs and have a vagina, and boys don't. Some guys call me a fag `cause they know I've had sex with boys and have two Dads. Others just want to get naked with me. Girls think I'm all cute and stuff. It's so weird to sort out. I like our house where everyone just talks about everything and no one is afraid to be naked. Even the girls you bring over get out of their clothes. Boobs are pretty fun to watch, right Dad?"

"Right. But don't you find that after you see someone naked, you lose interest?"

"You get used to it, but Kyle says it's nice to have someone around when you get horny and stuff. He and Troy are always doing it, especially when they don't have boyfriends around. I can't wait to be able to do it with them too."

"How do you know Kyle and Troy are always doing it?"

"I see them. Plus you can hear them when they are in bed and stuff. They're not exactly quiet. Neither are you and Dad by the way," he said patting me on the shoulder.

"What else would you want to learn? Seems like you know everything already."

"I want to know lots of stuff. Mainly if I'm doing things right or not. Like when you're having sex do both people have to...you know, get the white stuff at the end before you can stop, or can you just stop when you're finished."

"I don't think you have to cum every time. Just enjoy being with the other person."

"Okay, but it's kinda hard not to shoot stuff. Half the time that happens even when I don't want it too. Ummm...I really like blowjobs. They feel really good, but not many boys like to do that. They like getting them though. I also like kissing. Can you show me how to do that the right way? Girls say that boys don't know how to kiss, so if you show me, then I can prove to them that they're wrong and I'll be the best kisser anywhere."

"Sure, that's pretty easy. Do you just do lip to lip or use tongue?"

"Duh! You have to use tongue. That's how the French do it. Would you teach me how? I also want to know more about blowjobs. I've seen you guys all do it and you get the whole penis in there and no one chokes or anything. I've tried and I can only get a little bit of it and I feel like I want to throw up. I even tried to do it to myself and I can only get part of it in."

"You can suck your own dick?" I asked surprised.

"Yeah, but not a lot and it hurts my back if I do it too long. It's better if you do it with a friend. Do you always swallow the white stuff or are you supposed to spit it out?"

Jesus, I may have bitten off more than I can chew by promising to teach him things. I have no idea on that one. "I don't think there are any rules on it. Geez, you really do have a lot of questions. Don't they teach this stuff in school?" I grinned.

"We get sex ed, but they just cover basic stuff like how babies are made, the differences between boys and girls and heterosexuals vs. homosexuals. We're homosexuals because we're boys right, and girls are heterosexuals."

Obviously Blake was getting full value from his public school education. "No, homosexuals are boys or girls who prefer a partner of the same sex. Heterosexuals are boys or girls who prefer a partner of the opposite sex."

"Oh, so like when me and Cory are hanging out together, we're homosexuals and when me and a girl are hanging out we're heterosexual. That makes sense."

I laughed. "No, it only applies to who you prefer to have sex with. If you like boys only, you're homosexual, girls only, you're heterosexual."

"What if I like both, or haven't decide which I prefer?"

"Then you're either bisexual, which means you like both, or a teenager who is just figuring it out. You may even be a pansexual which means you don't care if they are boys or girls and you just like everyone for who they are, not for what sex they are."

"Okay, cool. I like everyone, so I'm that one. Can I tell you a joke and promise not to get mad."

"Go for it," I replied with a small smirk. I must get mad a lot since he keeps making me promise not to.

"You're a frying pansexual. "Cause I love you and hit you with a frying pan."

"Don't remind me. I still have the bump on my head from it," I grinned as I rubbed my head playfully.

"How hard are you supposed to squeeze a girls boobs?"

"Ummm, that's a tough one," I answered honestly as I had no idea. "Probably start softly and then work up until they give you some indication that you're doing it hard enough. Just licking and sucking on them would probably be more fun."

"Cool, would you show me that too? We can practice on each other. Guess what we learned in sex ed the last time?"

"No idea," I replied.

"We learned about masturbation. Did you know girls do it too? Weird huh? They have a part that they simulate."

"I think you mean stimulate."

"That's what I said. Most of the kids in my class were giggling about that stuff, but I already knew about it. Lots of boys said that they weren't allowed to play with themselves, but I told them it was pretty awesome and all boys do it. I even showed a few guys how to do it."

"You did? In class?" I asked really surprised.

"No, duh! We went in the locker room and I showed them how to rub your boner until you cum. Now I think they'll probably do it since they saw how it works."

"That's pretty advanced of you."

"Meh. I live with dudes. You pick up a few things. If' you're shy about your body, you'll never get laid. That's what Troy says and Kyle agrees."

"Well, they're the experts," I said sarcastically.

"I know, right. But we all masturbate. It's not a big deal. I've done it with lots of people. Even you and me and Colin have done it."

"Lucky us." I said thankful we were pulling into the front driveway now.

The kid was positively giddy by the time we got home as I think he had a thousand questions that no one was answering for him. I could see the rules applying with people he didn't know as they might hurt him, but I agree that he has to learn somehow. Seems like his sex ed class is miles behind where he is. They should teach this stuff when they're 10 or something. If you had two twelve year olds having sex, it would be like the blind leading the blind. How the hell would anyone know what to do? That's what the older people are for...to pass information down to the younger ones. Maybe they had that no sex rule since he was much more advanced than others his age and might hurt them. I didn't think much more of it as I wandered into the house. Troy asked Blake how diving went and got the excited animated version. The kid was positively loopy with energy. They really gotta cut back on his sugar intake.

"Next week we start swimming too and the older boys said we're gonna have a shaving party first, so that we're nice and smooth," Blake told us.

"You look pretty smooth to me," Troy grinned and he rubbed his hands over Blake's face.

"Not our faces silly. We're gonna do underarms, legs, and down there."

"Well, since you don't really have any underarm hair or legs, you should be done in about three seconds," Troy laughed.

"I do so have leg hair and some on my arms. See," he corrected as he pulled up his pant leg.

"Wait, I'll go get the magnifying glass," Troy teased.

"Ha ha. I have hair. Deal with it!" Blake said standing up to the bigger guy.

We had dinner once everyone got home, and I was getting used to having Troy around now. He was being super supportive in helping me. We talked about a lot of things in the past to see if it would jog any of my memories, but I only had the odd flash here and there, but each time I did, it generated a lot of anticipation that I might be on the way to recovering. We hit the hot tub later and I was getting used to being naked around them. Blake slid in next to me and looked up with a huge grin on his face.

"Do you still like the hot tub, Triton?" He asked as he put his hand on my upper thigh.

"Blake, if we're going to help him get his memory back you should call him Justin, okay?" Colin reminded him. The kid is the only one who called me by my real name. Everyone else was sticking with Justin. I was actually remembering to answer people when they called me that now. I looked at Blake who was staring up at me with his cute green eyes. He wasn't that bad a kid when you got to know him, but he never stopped talking, and no subject seemed taboo, and he sure didn't filter anything he was thinking. One thing I've learned about Blake is that the kid just doesn't have an off button. I almost choked when Blake announced to the guys that he'd decided he was pansexual and asked if that was okay. Colin told him he could be anything he wanted to be. That seemed to stop that conversation, although I did get a strange look from Colin. What? I wasn't supposed to explain that? I wonder if that would stop bullying at school. If a kid came out as gay, he stood the chance of getting bullied. If he came out as pansexual, first the other kids would have to look it up and then it might be seen as cool and trendy to be that casual. I should have him try it as a social experiment. Get all his friends to announce that they were coming out as pansexual. Have a parade, get out the pink, yellow and blue pansexual flag, and have an after hours dance party, which at 12 years old is anything after what, 8pm? Maybe he could be polyamorous. I'll wait here while you look that up.

A few days later Colin and I were woken up with a short bundle of energy bouncing into bed and getting under the covers between us.

"Guess what day it is?" He said loudly to make sure we were awake.

"Monday?" I mumbled.

"No. Well, yeah, but know what else it is?"

"International pest extermination day?" Colin added.

"Huh? No. It's my birthday!! I'm a teenager!" He said excitedly. "Can you help me set up all my online accounts? I have 12 of them that I need to do now that I'm old enough. We gotta set up Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Vine, Pinterest, Pheed, Flickr, Omegle and Kik. So which one do you want to help me with first or do you guys need to have sex first? We have to make the most of the entire day. If you're tired, you could both just lie there and I could give you blowjobs so you can see how much I know now that I'm older."

"No, we're not having sex," I answered quickly "and we certainly don't want to do it while you're in the room."

"Or get blowjobs," Colin added. I hope he was speaking for himself. I kinda like blowjobs...especially when I was half asleep.

"Grumpy much?" He asked as he wiggled up against me. "Want some coffee first then?"

"Or more sleep would be good. It's like 3am Blake," Colin said as he pushed Blake's head onto the pillow.

"Okay. I would have come in at midnight, but I was busy Skyping with Cory."

"Have you been awake all night?" Colin asked looking at him.

"Yep. You only turn thirteen once so you gotta make the most out of it. I've got lots of stuff planned."

"Well, how about you get a couple hours sleep first so you have the energy to do it. We'll go through each of the sites with you in the morning to make sure they're age appropriate and help you set up a few with the right protection to make sure you're safe. Come here and cuddle," Colin said. He was obviously trying to get the kid back to sleep but something told me we were now awake for the day. Blake squirmed across the bed and spooned in front of Colin. The two of them actually looked pretty cute together. As I looked at Blake he just smiled at me and pushed his long hair out of his eyes. I went back to sleep but it was almost a bit unnerving having him lying there staring at me. Each time I opened my eyes, he seemed to be watching me. Creepy vampire stare much? I awoke again when I heard Colin telling Blake to lie still.

"I'm just masturbating Dad. Gotta take care of it now that I'm a man."

"How's that different than the past year? Go back to sleep, or take care of it in your own room. If you make a mess in the bed, you're the one that's going to be lying in it."

"You want me to do you too so you don't have to uncuddle?"

"No, I don't. I just want you to go back to sleep."

Really? That's the issue here? What about him making up words? I'm pretty sure uncuddle isn't a word. If I ran it through my spell checker, there'd be a red line under it. I'd bet on it.

"Okay. So I can have sex with 15 year olds now right?"

"Right. But not right now and not in here. Go to sleep."

"Later. I gotta go check my friends and see who's 15 and make a list," he replied as he climbed over me with his erection leading the way.

"Is he really going to make a list of 15 year olds he can have sex with?" I asked quietly.

"Probably," Colin smirked.

"He does know that they have to want to have sex with him too?"

"Nope. Knowing Blake, that won't factor in at all. All I know is that we have time to sleep again."

It was 8am when we finally got out of bed, had our shower and went downstairs to get breakfast ready. Troy was already there and had made pancakes, bacon and eggs. He said it was a special birthday breakfast. If this is what they get on their birthdays, we need to move in enough people so we have a birthday every day. This sure beats coffee and cereal.

Blake came down the back stairs with Kyle looking like a million bucks. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing sunglasses, a leather jacket, skinny jeans and high top runners. He looked 13 for sure, maybe 17.

"You like my hair? Kyle did it."

"Looks wicked," I replied figuring I could at least compliment something. I wasn't a big fan of telling him how nice his dick or ass were when he asked, so this seemed more age appropriate.

"Who's driving me to school?" He asked.

"We all are," Colin grinned. "Go take a look outside." Blake ran to the front door and flung it open. We could head him squeal with excitement, so I went to see what he was going on about. In the driveway was the largest Hummer limousine I've ever seen. The thing must be like a block long. "That's yours for the day, little man. Happy birthday."

"So I can go anywhere in it? Can I take my friends for rides and stuff?"

"With their parent's permission, and not during school time, yes."

"Cool. This is gonna get me so many more friends, maybe 15 year olds."

"Not the point of it, Blake. Keep the day PG13 okay."

"Cool, I get PG13 now! Woohoo! Wait, what's the difference between PG and PG13?"

"You get more swearing, violence and seeing butts," Troy said with a smirk.

"But nothing sexual in nature," Colin added quickly.

"Only three more years before I get to PG16. That's gonna be an epic day."

"Dinner at 7 everyone," Colin reminded us as we piled in the limousine after the large breakfast. Our first stop was to pick Cory up. He wished Blake a happy birthday and then the two of them excitedly began checking out the entire vehicle like they were with the RCMP on a drug raid. Pulling up at the school, the limo turned a lot of heads, and when the kids saw Blake and Cory get out, many of them ran over to meet him and check out the vehicle. When one kid asked who all the old guys were in the car, Blake answered `strays'.

One older boy yelled `fags!' across the parking lot at us as his friends laughed, but Blake was oblivious to it as he was surrounded by a ton of people all talking excitedly.

"Who was that?" Colin asked.

"School bully. Total douchebag." Blake replied without much interest.

"Any problems with him that we need to be aware of?" Colin continued to ask.

"Nah. I can deal. He just needs a good stiff dick up his ass and he'll be fine."

"Blake!" Colin said trying not to laugh.

"What? That's what Kyle said bullies need. Right Kyle?" He asked looking back in the limo.

"Right," he answered giving Colin a bit of a shrugged apology look.

"Well be careful around guys like that. If you need help let us know."

"I can handle it. I'm already working on making him my friend."

"That's a good approach," Troy smiled.

"Yeah. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, right Kyle?"

"Right again, little man," Kyle answered looking a little embarrassed at being quoted so much.

Colin told Blake that the limo would be back at noon if he wanted to go out for lunch and then would return again after school. He reminded him again to be home by 7 for dinner. As we took off, Colin asked Kyle about the bully.

"It's nothing much. Seems like that kid and his friends like to pick on the younger boys. Basic school stuff. His older brother went to school with me and was pretty much the same until I fucked him out behind the portables one night. Then he calmed down. A dick in your ass has a tendency to do that to a guy."

"And you told Blake that?"

"Yeah. Sorry. Didn't explain that I'd done his older brother, just that sometimes bullies act the way they do to hide their own insecurities about something. If he was calling everyone a fag, he was probably trying to hide the fact he was one."

"You've met Blake right?" Colin said sounding concerned. "He's probably going to test that theory."

Kyle pulled out his phone and pretended to dial. "Hello, yes, is this behind the times magazine? We have a breaking story from a month ago." He hung up from his fake phone call.

"Seriously?"

"Kinda. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but he told me when he got home. You'd have been proud of him actually. Seems the bully was picking on some much younger kid and Blake stepped in. He told him that if he wanted to be a big dick, he should be packin' the product to back it up. The way he told it was epic. He said he stood in front of him and just stared him down. Then he told him that the size of your brain was directly related to the size of your dick and that he must be failing every class."

"Are you fucking kidding me? How did he not get beat to a pulp right there and then?" I asked stunned that he had the balls to do that.

"Apparently Blake has his own entourage and it helps that he's popular not only with kids his own age, but with older boys too."

"Dude, he's gonna get himself killed."

"He's one pretty tough little dude. He's been through a lot and he has learned how to defend himself both emotionally and physically. He's doing great at Karate and I'm sure that if anyone tried to attack him, they'd be sorry they tried. Plus, he's got all of us. After your little attack on Conrad, I'm pretty sure people will think twice before trying anything on Blake."

"What happened with Conrad?" I asked looking around at the guys.

"He was pimping Blake out so they could make a ton of money and you walked in on him boning the hell out Blake in the locker room. Apparently you almost strangled the kid and scared the shit out of everyone there watching."

"Wait! What? Blake was being fucked in the locker room while others watched and was getting paid for it?"

"Yep. But you ended that quick, fast and in a hurry," Kyle grinned. "From the story, you threatened to fuck the kid yourself and then have all the others do it too. I doubt anyone will mess with Blake again, although Blake was pissed at you for a few weeks as he said you ruined all his friendships with the older boys."

"Well, if they were fucking him, I guess so," I said wondering what the hell was going on in the world.

"Trouble is, according to Blake, they were all 14 and within his age limit. He agreed not to do it for money and said he was just doing it for fun, but that you stopped it."

"Wow. Were we like that at his age?"

"Hardly. Hell, I didn't know anything about sex until I met you guys and then from what I've learned, you didn't know much until you were like 16. Blake is getting an early education by being around us."

That was a lot to process all at once. All I could picture in my head is Blake being gang banged. I had barely gotten the vision of him being fucked after wrestling out of my head. This dude sounded like a sex addict and he was only 13. Yipes. The limo dropped Colin off at work and Troy at school before heading to the university to drop Kyle. I wasn't ready to go back to class yet, so I had the limo take me back home. I had the whole place to myself and it felt way too big to be comfortable. I think some of the rooms even had an echo. I decided to snoop around and see if anything caught my attention. Most of them didn't look occupied, and I didn't want to go into the bachelor suite where Troy lives as that seemed like a separate apartment. I didn't need to get arrested for breaking and entering. Kyle's room was a typical boy room, although I didn't find anything special in it. He had a flash drive on his desk labelled `KyleUnfiltered 2012-2013.' I figured maybe he was in a band and these were his songs or something. I'd have to remember to ask him about it. He had a few pictures in frames throughout his room. Some with people I didn't know, and a few of him with me and Colin. There was even a funny one of a group of us mooning the camera at a lake somewhere. I went out on the deck to look at the back yard and saw the two little kids playing on the swing set with their babysitter, Malcolm. I waved and he smiled and waved back. All I'd need would be a robe, slippers and cup of coffee, and I'd be the housewife to the rich and famous. Maybe I'd get curlers for my hair to complete the look. I watched some movies, worked out, swam laps, and generally wasted time until people began coming home. Troy was first, almost just after lunch, and I heard him come into the house from his apartment. He had two entrances. One from the outside and another that came right into the house.

"Hey Justin, how was your day?"

"Great. Had the whole place to myself. Nice and quiet. How about you?"

"Yeah, awesome. Brought a new friend home. Gonna take him to boner town for a couple of hours. Cement our friendship properly. Just wanted to see if you needed anything. You want to join us?" he offered.

"Nope, all good. Have fun with your friend."

"I plan on it. See you at 7." He turned and ran back into his place and I realized I might have to work on making some new friends of my own, although I'd avoid boner town for now. I have lots of old ones from that neighborhood apparently, but I'd like to make ones that I can remember from the beginning. If this memory thing doesn't come back, I don't want to be constantly living in a world where half our friendship story was missing and they kept referring to things I couldn't relate to. I wanted friends that I knew everything about. I'd make it a point to work on that.

The front gate buzzed and I'd remembered how to answer it using that ADAM guy, so I responded.

"Caterers," the guy announced. Caterers? What were we catering? I buzzed him in and opened the front door as the truck pulled up and a few people got out and began unloading. They seemed to know what they were doing so I just go out of their way and watched. The food smelled good so I was totally getting hungry now. I did notice that all the guys were super good looking with perfectly fitting clothes, so I assumed it was a gay caterer. I could even see the outline of abs and nipples. I felt like I was about to watch an Abercrombie and Fitch commercial. Where are the normal looking people in my world? I'm willing to bet that if I stripped everyone, the smallest dick would by 7 inches and they'd all know how to have sex like porn stars. Hell, even the 12 year...excuse me, 13 year old, was hung like a donkey. From what I'd seen on Wikipedia the average dick size was supposed to be 5½ inches. I hadn't met anyone yet with a dick that size. Maybe that's how you know if someone is gay. Get them hard. 5½ inches, straight. 6 plus, gay. 9 and over...in demand. Under 5 inches, virgins. Yep. I'll do my own study starting today. I wonder how many of these caterers were ummm, in demand and how many were virgins? I was half watching them set up for dinner and turned around when I heard someone enter the house.

"I'm back! Did you miss me?" I turned to see a six foot tall blonde guy, with long dirty blonde hair tucked behind his ears, entering the house with another guy that looked a little younger with short light brown hair. Nope hadn't missed them at all. Didn't have a fucking clue who they were. Wondered if maybe they were part of the caterers, but from the way they were dressed in casual clothes, I quickly guessed that they were more friends that I couldn't remember. I just looked at them waiting for more information.

They strolled over and gave me a hug. "Figured we better get here for Blake's birthday or he'd never forgive us. Is it okay if we throw our stuff in one of the rooms? We'll be here for a while. I'm guest starring in three episodes of Arrow' and then it's back to the set for Blurred Lines'. Lucas has a couple of guest roles on it as well. Talked to Dylan and Cole and they said they'd try to make it up tonight and surprise Blake. Keep it a secret though okay?" The two new guys ran upstairs and I just stood there. No problem keeping them a secret. I have no idea who they were. I just shrugged and figured someone would tell me eventually, hopefully before they tried to fuck me, which seems to be how it normally goes around here. The two guys returned to make small talk before asking if they could go swimming. I figured that was actually a good idea to keep them busy until someone arrived to tell me who they were. They headed off downstairs and I made an excuse that I was grabbing something to drink so that I didn't have to go down right away. I asked ADAM to turn on the pool monitor so I could watch them and see if anything came back to me in the next few minutes that might help. I saw the two guys get naked, no surprise there, and the guy with the long dirty blond hair dove into the pool first followed by the other one. They swam a few lengths of the pool and horsed around for a while. I turned off the monitor and watched the caterers as they put food in the oven, set the table and got birthday stuff ready for tonight. I had totally forgotten about the two naked guys downstairs until the one with the shorter hair strolled into the kitchen naked, except for a towel he was holding in front of him.

"Hey Justin. You gonna join us?"

"Maybe later when everyone else gets home. I did a lot of laps earlier so my muscles are a little sore."

"How about other stuff. I wouldn't mind some quick fun before everyone gets home. My new boyfriend is good, but I think about your cock once in a while and figure I wouldn't mind taking a ride on it a few times before I go home," he grinned as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard. I tried not to stare at his smooth ass as he walked around. I told you that they'd be asking for sex at some point. Seems like everyone does. It also doesn't phase him that there are half a dozen caterers running around. I think one almost dropped the dishes he was carrying as the naked guy smiled at him. Talk about the ultimate pickup move; just show what you have to offer.

"Pace yourself," I replied. "I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunity for that while you're here."

"You don't seem like yourself. Is everything ok?"

"Sure. Fine. I'm just tired. I'm sure I'll be back to my old self soon." Not my old self that can remember who they are, but my old self that relies on everyone in the house to fill me in on new people I meet, and here are two that were obviously good friends. Either that, or very friendly and horny burglars. He headed back downstairs and I almost ran to Troy's place to see if he knew who they were, but figured he was busy with his new friend'. I kind of wanted to get to know more about these guys but also didn't want to end up the Triton, uhh Justin, in an all meat sandwich. I headed over to the pool table and practiced a bit until the two guys came back up fully dressed. They joined me for a game and filled me in on what they'd been up to. I learned that their names were Marvin' and Lucas and that they had both come up from California. Apparently `Marvin' had been dating Troy for a while, and broke up not too long ago. I hoped that Troy wasn't going to be pissed that he was here now. I should maybe call Colin and find out if world war three would break out if they met. I also learned that they were both actors, which I kind of figured from the initial introduction. If I could find out their last names, I could probably google them if they were that famous.

"You're being uncharacteristically quiet," `Marvin' said. "Are you alright?"

"Sure. Just had a late night last night. Not enough sleep," I lied. "Saving my energy up for when everyone gets home for Blake's party."

"Yeah, no shit eh! I'll bet he's gonna be tough to handle now that he's a teenager. Any new rules for him now that he's a year older that we should know about?"

"So far, just adding his social media sites to his things to do list and apparently 15 year olds are now on his radar to become friends with."

Lucas laughed. "I doubt Blake will look at them as just friends. Probably scoping out the ones he wants to add to his bucket list. Can't tell you the number of times he grabbed my dick in the pool or hot tub. We should call him octopus. That's the kid that every father worries about his daughter dating. His only goal is to get laid. Of course now, even fathers with boys have to be watching out for him. Has he decided if he's gay or straight yet?"

"No, I don't think so. Not even sure if he understands the difference. I think he just likes the challenge of trying to have sex with anyone who will give him the opportunity. He's pretty persistent. I'll give him that."

"Yeah, no shit to that. He came in while Troy and I were making out and climbed into bed with us to watch. When we told him he should leave, he somehow convinced us to just jerk off with him. He left with the biggest grin on his face that I've ever seen. Killed the sex session completely."

"Maybe that's his true goal. To stop all sex and just have guys whack off," Lucas suggested with a smile.

"I seriously doubt it," `Marvin' said. "He tries for sex first and then settles for the one thing he's allowed to do, which is masturbate. I almost fucked him by accident one morning. He got into bed with us while we were sleeping and played with my dick. I thought it was Troy wiggling against me and if I hadn't woken up when I did, I probably would have ended up inside him."

"Not sure you would have been to blame for that," I smiled. "Maybe there's a pill we could give him to reduce his sex drive until he's 18."

"God, don't tell him he has to wait until he's 18, he'll go on a rampage. You're gonna have a tough enough time making him wait until he's 16 and then I think he's going to want a birthday orgy."

I half hoped I wasn't here for that. This place was crazy enough.

Kyle returned home next with his boyfriend Chance, and excitedly hugged and kissed our visitors. Colin wasn't far behind and did the same thing, especially to Marvin'. He said he'd be giving him a special welcome home later and hoped he was ready to learn his proper place. I had no idea what that meant, but from the smile on Marvin's face, I'd say he was looking forward to it. I'd half expected Blake to be the first one home, but perhaps with the limo, he was being Mr. Popularity and showing off. That seemed his style. When he finally did come home excited about his day, he saw our guests and raced up to greet them with a huge hug and told everyone what he'd been up to.

"So did you get laid?" Kyle asked with a sly grin.

"No. But I told everyone that now I was 13 I'd decided I'm pansexual, and they thought it was funny. One boy said he was gonna warn the home ec., teacher to wash everything after I'd been in class. Whatever that's supposed to mean. I did invite a bunch of 15 year olds to my party though. Most just looked at me weird `cause they didn't really know me, but I think a couple of guys are gonna come to it. I know this one guy likes me and I think he's the same as you guys. You know, gay and stuff. Maybe you'd like him too."

"Maybe," Kyle smiled.

"One guy invited me invited me over to his place on Friday night, but since that's my party I told him he should just come here."

"Okay, go get ready for dinner everyone," Colin announced. "It should be ready shortly."

We decided to make it a formal affair where everyone dressed up. Our guests joined Colin and I in our room to get dressed and I was mildly amused at how Colin bossed Marvin' around. He not only told him to strip, but also made him undress the rest of us. Then Colin selected clothes for all of us to wear and took hold of Marvin's' cock and stroked him until he was hard. Not a bad size dick and I could almost feel a four-way about to start, but fortunately we had to get to dinner. He made Marvin' dress each of us one at a time, which I thought was a bit weird, but I've never been dressed by my own personal servant before, so I went along with it. Not sure I could ever get used to that on a daily basis, so it looks like I won't be joining the royal family any time soon. When we finally went downstairs, everyone looked great. The twins looked really cute in little suits with bow ties. The older one, James had a real tie with his suit and Blake was wearing a tux. His friend Cory was also wearing a suit, and his Mom looked amazing in her royal blue dress. She asked if she could do anything to help, but Colin assured her that the caterers had everything under control. J.P. and Ryan, along with Troy, Kyle and Chance were at the party, looking fine all dressed up. Ben and Reece were there as well and Blake was excited to have his brothers around. I still didn't completely understand how come they went to a boarding school and Blake was with us. I'd have to investigate that one more. I also met J.P.'s Mom, Mary, who seemed every bit as pleasant as Cory's mom. The only thing I noticed about her was that she had a strong French accent that J.P. didn't. My parents were there too, which made sense since they would be Blake's grandparents. The boys even brought a rabbit to the event, who was wearing a tiny bow tie as well. The kids called him Twitch and had a carrot and lettuce for him for dinner. Blake took the seat at the head of the table that had his name on a place card, which seemed to please him immensely. As everyone took their places Marvin' got a text and smiled as he said he'd be right back. He returned moments later with two new guys behind him.

"Happy Birthday Blake!" Said one of the two boys. They looked alike so I assumed they were more twins, although you could definitely tell them apart. This was quickly becoming a twin/triplet convention." Blake squealed and ran up to give both of them a hug. He was definitely an affectionate kid. He introduced Dylan and Cole to everyone around the table and James seems particularly excited, although he seems to have a worse memory problem than I do, as he called them Zack and Cody, as did the two little twins. Maybe this amnesia thing runs in the family. The caterers quickly set a new places at the growing table and dinner began.

Blake was enjoying his role as head of the table and couldn't stop talking, which I guess was alright since this was his day. The presents he received included a watch that connected to his phone and the screen wrapped around his wrist. I had to admit it was the coolest thing I'd ever seen. He'd be the hit of his school, although something tells me he already runs with the cool kids, as I sure couldn't see him at the nerd table. He also got a few video games, new speedos for diving and a lot of expensive clothes. I didn't think kids liked getting clothes as presents, but Blake seemed really excited by them. He opened the present from Jason and Alex and immediately jumped up to run and thank them.

"What did you get?" Colin asked.

"Four tickets to the Canucks and Blackhawks. Who should I take, Uncle Jason?"

"How about your Dads and Cory?" He suggested. Now we're talking. Finally a normal guy thing to do.

"Sweet. Thanks!" Blake said hugging the guys again.

There was so much food that I doubt we could have eaten it all if there had been three times as many people at his party. Maybe they were going to keep it for the kid party on the weekend. After dinner we all went down to the playroom on the lower level, where there was another surprise waiting. They had redesigned it to be more in keeping with a teenager. It was a high tech games centre now. All the toys had been taken over to Jason's place for his kids, and the playroom, now called the teen cave, had been repainted and modernized exclusively for him. The ball pit still remained as they said it was like a secret slide to the cave. The main white wall was some sort of light absorbing thing. You stood in front of it and activated a flash and when you walked away there was an outline of where you were. There was a giant TV screen, and he now had a large table which could be turned into a video display that could play games like air hockey...just without the air. Like I said before, this was one spoilt kid, but since it was his birthday, I played along without saying anything. The three kids from next door were almost as excited as Blake, especially when the cake came out and he let them help blow out all his candles. He played a few songs on the piano and I had to admit he was surprisingly good. Everyone sang along with him, although they weren't quite as good, but everyone was having fun which all that mattered. It was hard not to get caught up in the moment. This kid was a real show off. He should be in a performing arts school, ideally a boarding school, maybe that famous one out east in America. What's it called Julie tard? I'd be happy to research one if they wanted. I was warned in advance that he was having his real party on Friday, and as much as I wanted to find an excuse not to be there, I was desperately trying to show everyone that I was back to normal. He thanked everyone for all his gifts and went around systematically hugging each person in turn, saving Colin and I until the end.

"Can I spend the night with you guys tonight?" He asked smiling almost as sweetly as could. I looked at Colin. Say no, say no, I sent to him via telekinesis.

"Sure," he replied.

D'oh! So much for my psychic ability. What was I going to school for if this psychic stuff wouldn't work? The visitors were all given a tour of Jason and Alex's place as they apparently hadn't seen it yet, so I tagged along to see what I could learn, which was fuck all, but they liked the new pool and backyard and were impressed at how big it made the whole place with the two houses joined together.

Jason drove Cory home, and the caterers had cleaned up after the dinner, so all that was left to do was hang out until bed time. Ben and Reece had chosen to spend the night at the house, as had Zack and Dylan? Cody and Cole? Whatever their names were, and of course `Marvin' and Lucas, which made it a pretty full house. I half expected Blake to sleep with us again, but he said he was spending the night with Dylan and the other one. Better them than me, that's for sure. At least I'd get sleep. Couldn't say the same thing for the celebrity twins.

We woke up in the morning and went down to meet Karl for our run. Our little group was getting bigger. Troy and Kyle had joined us as well as Jason and Alex and our remaining visitors. The twin guys had said they had to leave as they had an early flight, but everyone else was ready to go running. We hugged the departing guys goodbye and saw them out. Blake was bouncing around like a kangaroo. That big mop of long curly hair was flying around everywhere and I sometimes wondered how he saw from under it. It's not a tight curl like an afro, more of a wavy curl. In other words, it always looked messy, but suited him perfectly. With his big green eyes, and huge personality, this kid was always the center of attention.

"So where are we going?" He asked as we prepared for the run.

"We go about three kilometers for now," Karl explained. "Think you can handle that?"

"Sure, no probs. I can beat all of you."

"It's not a race Blake. We just take our time and set a nice steady pace."

"It's `cause your old right? I understand. I'll take it easy on you guys," he said as he jumped around.

Most of the guys just smiled. I figured the kid would learn the hard way, just like I did. I almost died on my first run. Now I was getting the hang of it. Karl said we might add a kilometre next week. We took off at a slow pace. Well most of us did. Blake shot to the front gate like he'd been fired out of a cannon. He opened it and we ran down the street. "We should run on the naked beach," Blake suggested.

"That would be painful Blake. It's best to run in something that keeps your junk from flopping up and down. That way you don't hurt your testicles," Karl told him.

"You mean my balls right. I'm 13, I know all the street words for stuff, so it's okay if you use them. I see what you mean, but it would be funny to see everyone running with their things bouncing up and down. I could make a video and edit it in slow motion," he offered. Actually I thought that sounded pretty hilarious. A slow motion running video with cocks going up and down and side to side, set to some appropriate movie music. While the rest of us just ran, Blake talked about everything he could think of for the first kilometre and then quietened down. He had stopped exerting himself and was now just running. I could see that he was starting to feel the pain.

"You okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, is it three kilometres yet?"

"Nope. You need to stop?"

"No, I can go longer," he said not overly convincing. Troy came up beside him.

"We can run back to the house if you want. I have to take a pee and could use the company. Not for the peeing, for the run home," he clarified.

"Okay. I can go with you," he answered quickly. I smiled at Troy. That was a good save and I had respect for how he handled it. We said we'd see them back at the house in a bit. The two of them turned around and I glanced back to see them walking instead of running. I thought Blake did really well for his first time out. Jason almost didn't make it as this was his first run. Good thing Alex is a paramedic as he gave him mouth to mouth when he saw him fatiguing. At least that's what I'm calling it, although I've never seen mouth to mouth standing up while holding crotches. We got back where Blake and Troy were in the kitchen having a drink.

"I like your shirt Kyle," Blake said randomly. "You know what Adidas stand for?"

"Sure, he's the God of Awesomeness!" Kyle grinned as he posed for everyone.

"Ha ha!" Blake replied. "No, it's short for `All Day I Dream About Sex."

"Where did you hear that?" Kyle asked.

"At school. The guys told me."

"Maybe it means `All Day I Dream About Sports'" Kyle countered.

"I like mine better," he grinned.

"We'll hit the shower and be back up in a minute," Colin said changing the subject. "Did you have breakfast guys?"

"No, we decided to wait for you."

"Yeah, I figure I'll come shower with you too," Blake said still wanting to be part of the group. He sure wasn't like other 13 year olds that I knew. Not that I knew any, but he seemed older than his years. Probably from hanging out in a house full of guys instead of having a Mom around. We all left our running clothes on the pool deck and entered the large bathroom. Kyle turned all the shower heads on and it still amazes me at how forceful they were. It was kind of like being pressure washed. You could blast off any dirt under these things. There were a few on the walls like a regular shower and others like a big rain storm from directly above. If the drain ever clogged, we'd flood the entire house in minutes. While we all showered and washed off the sweat, Blake asked Kyle to wash his hair. Seems like he was old enough to do it by himself, but once he got an erection I had a feeling it was about more than just getting his hair washed. No one said anything to him, and I suppose at that age anything gets you hard. Hell, at my age almost anything gets me hard. He ran upstairs with Ben and Reece to get dressed after we finished.

"Not to be inappropriate or anything, but holy shit that kid has a big dick. He obviously takes after you," Karl replied.

"So I've heard," I smiled.

"Yeah, we have chosen not to comment about his dick in front of him anymore. It just encourages him to show it off more. We try to rein him in and not make a big deal of it," Colin replied.

"Well once girls know and they all get a little older, he's going to be swatting them away like flies. He's definitely got that all American boy look to him."

"God, don't tell him that. His ego is big enough and from what we can see, we're the ones swatting him away," Kyle remarked.

Karl waited in the kitchen while the rest of us disappeared to get dressed. As Colin and I went past Blake's room we could hear him.

"Ow, oww, ow."

Colin looked in. "You alright buddy?" As we entered, the kid was on his bed jerking off. I looked away.

"Yeah, but my penis hurts. Can you take a look?"

Colin went over and took a closer review of it. "How often do you masturbate?" He asked bluntly. Geez, nothing like a personal question right out of the gate.

"I dunno maybe six times a day," he said without shame.

"Well, I think you need to give it a break for a bit. You're wearing it out. It's fine to masturbate, but you need to slow down on it. Take a break for three days to let it get better. You see those red marks around the head where the skin meets? That's like a blister. You should use lotion or lube to make it slipperier and go slower. But take a three day break for now okay?"

"Three days? That's harsh. Are you trying to kill me?" he asked staring at Colin as simply as if they were talking about sport or something.

"Yes, that's definitely my intention," Colin laughed. "The only thing you should use your penis for in the next three days is to pee. Everything else, keep your hands off it. Wear tighter underwear and looser pants to hide your erections."

"Yeah, that's what Kyle told me about how to hide boners. Thanks Dad. So can I finished masturbating right now or do I have to stop?"

Colin chuckled. "No you should stop buddy. Go put a cold wash cloth on it. It'll make it feel better and help it go down quicker. Then rub a bit of lotion just around the tip where the skin meets the head. That'll help with the soreness."

"Can you help me with that?"

"Nice try. We both know if I do that, you'll get another erection and want to masturbate again. If you keep doing it and break the skin, we'd have to take you to the doctor and you wouldn't be allowed to touch your penis for 6 weeks while it healed. You wouldn't want that would you?"

"God, that would be the worst." We left him to his recommended first aid and went back to our room.

"You handled that pretty well," I said smiling.

"With Blake, you just tell him honestly and up front. Lying to him or giving him a fabrication just comes back to bite us in the ass. We find that out constantly. If we told him that we'd put his penis in a cast if he broke it, he'd break it just so he could show his friends his penis in a cast. You have to think three steps ahead. We can put it in a plastic cage if he gets too chronic, but we all learn the hard way how too much masturbation makes your dick sore."

"Six times? Did we ever whack off that much?"

"I think you still do," Colin laughed as we got dressed.

We met back in the kitchen and Blake bounced down ready to go. "What about blowjobs? That's not masturbating," he said as he grabbed cereal. The rest of the group looked at him and then us.

"Same thing. Don't touch it except to pee for three days. Got it?"

"Got it. Such a bully." He said jokingly. No one asked and I kinda figured this was just a normal conversation around here. I wonder how many kids just say what they're thinking around their parents, especially with a subject like that. I was heading back to University today and had been prepping for the return. Kyle said he would be helping me as much as he could to get reacquainted with things, and that Nate would be helping me in class.

Troy offered to drive Blake to school and I said goodbye to Colin as he headed for work. `Marvin' and Lucas offered to drive Ben and Reece back to the Academy, which they seemed to think was awesome. Now it was just me and Kyle. I jumped in his truck, which was the most normal and practical vehicle in the entire collection. I had found out that Kyle was 18, had his pilot's license, loved paragliding and sports and was studying aviation in University. He also said he had his own airline, but I found that hard to believe. Kind of hard to own your own airline if you don't own a plane, but he seemed happy, and was easy to get along with. Plus, like everyone in the house, he was a good looking guy that was easy on the eyes. We arrived at the University campus where Kyle said that we normally met our friends at the food court first thing and grab a coffee. I could go for a latte right about now, which of course got me thinking about how I met Karl. We stopped and got our drinks and then went to sit down at a table with a few people, who were talking about everything from TV shows to politics.

"Hey Kyle. Nice long break, Justin. You do anything fun over spring break?" Asked one guy with brown hair. "You always have some good stories. What did you get up to?" I just sat there listening to them drinking my latte, and feeling slightly out of place, wondering if Karl might rescue me again as I looked into the cup as if it were a magic wishing well. Kyle nudged me in the side.

"What?" I said looking up.

"Kent asked if you'd done anything over spring break?"

"Got into an accident and was hit on the head. Now I can't remember anything or anyone prior to the accident. Went to a water fight party at a gay club on the weekend. That's about it," I said bluntly.

"Funny. What water fight?" the guy asked.

"No, he's serious. Justin can't remember anything prior to the accident. He has amnesia. We'll all have to help him and be patient as he works on regaining his memory," Kyle said sincerely.

"What?" Said the other brown haired boy sitting next to Kent.

"Yeah, it's true. Right now he thinks his name is Triton Donnelly and that he's straight. He can't remember anything prior."

"So he doesn't know who we are?" The blonde haired guy asked.

"No, but he can hear you, Dickson," Kyle grinned. "It's okay to talk direct to him. He's not a vegetable."

"Shut up! This is so out there," he replied.

Best advice I'd heard so far. Everyone just shut up. "So you think you're straight. Wow, you really have forgotten things," one of the girls said who was with us, as she reached over and introduced herself. I'm Linda, this is Robyn and then you have Kent, Rory, Dickson, Nate and Tripp. Hopefully you already know Kyle."

Hi," I said acknowledging all of them. Christ more names to remember. I'm just never gonna get this.

"I'm Nate," said the guy sitting beside Kyle. "You and I are in most of the same classes and we study together. That's where you came up with the name Triton. It was part of our psych class assignment. If you need help in class or my notes or anything, just ask."

"I remember you from the hospital, I think." I'm still pretty sure I got my name at birth, but this wasn't the place to correct anyone. There were 8 of them and only one of me, and I was sort of getting used to being called Justin anyway.

"Yeah, I was there. Can't believe what happened to you. Have any of your memories come back yet?"

"Just very minor things, nothing important yet," I admitted.

"So, you're straight now?" Asked the blonde guy. Dickson, I think.

"As far as I know, I've always been straight. No offense to the gay guys or anything. But I'm sure my memories will come back eventually. That's what the doctors say anyway. What do we do for lunch `cause I forgot to bring anything?" I asked changing the subject to try and get it away from me.

"We usually eat here," Tripp replied. "Then we go down the stairwell to have sex."

"All of us?" I asked incredulously. This was a world gone sex crazy.

"No, just Tripp." Rory replied with a smile. "And no offense, but you too."

I looked at Kyle. "Could I borrow some money for lunch? I forgot to ask Colin about it before we left, but I'm sure he would pay you back. I really gotta find a job so I don't have to keep mooching off people."

Kyle laughed. "Dude, you have more money than all of us combined. Probably more than everyone in the building combined. Hell, you could order a pizza from your store and have it delivered for lunch if you wanted."

"Huh?" I said staring at him.

"You own a Domino's pizza store. Plus you have tons of money. Don't you have your credit cards and debit card?"

"Yeah, but I thought that was Colin's money. I didn't want to use it in case I ended up having to pay him back."

"Nope. It's all yours and even if it wasn't, Colin would never make you pay anything back. What's his is yours. Hell, Dickson doesn't even like you because he thinks you're a spoiled rich kid."

"You don't like me?" I asked Dickson somewhat surprised. He would be the first person I'd come across who didn't, which would make him a pretty real person in my mind. At least he wasn't trying to suck up to me or get to my prostate. "But aren't we all friends?"

"We're friends. I just wouldn't date you or want to have sex with you because you think that money can buy anything you want, including people. I'm not part of that. I like to be treated as an equal, not property that you can buy."

"Do I do that?" I asked spinning my head to look at Kyle. "I'd hate that myself. Trust me I know." I thought about how I was being kept a little bit captive and owned like property right now as they all tried to get me to be Justin.

"I personally don't think you do. You do use your money to help a lot of people. It's not your fault if they thank you with sex," he said rationally. That seemed more like me, except for the having money part. That blonde guy was really a douche. He suits his name; he was definitely a Dick.

"So you really can't remember anything? At all?" He asked.

"Nope, not a thing. Class should be fun. But you're gonna help me Nate, right?"

"All the way buddy. Feel like hanging out at my place afterward so we can catch up on the things you missed?"

"Am I allowed to Kyle?" I said looking at him.

"You usually do, so I wouldn't see why you couldn't. I can let Colin know where you are, or you should just call him so he doesn't worry."

"Would you tell him? He might still be mad at me for running away and not want me to go out."

"You ran away?" Linda asked.

"Yeah for a whole week. We had no idea where he was. Everyone thought something terrible had happened as we found his car at the mall," Kyle explained.

"You went on a week long shopping spree?" Tripp asked excitedly. "No wonder you're broke baby."

"No, I just needed to clear my head, so I hung out with some new friends that I met. Long story, but I'm back at Colin's house now. Sure, I'll come over for a bit. Maybe it'll help."

We headed off to our first class and I followed Nate and sat down beside him. People basically kept to themselves which was good. A few said hi, so I replied accordingly. Once class started I was busy paying attention and typing into my laptop. It was really boring stuff, but it seemed important as everyone was really into it. The professor was babbling about focusing on what people mean versus what they say and how you should read between the lines, watch body language, blah, blah, blah. Read my body language and you'd see I was bored out of my mind. It took everything I had not to jump on the internet and go search for fun things to do. God, if this class was how to cure insomnia, they could make a fortune. By the time it was over, I was so ready to get out of there and couldn't escape fast enough. Nate and I grabbed a drink.

"So how was that for your first class back?" He asked.

"Are they all that boring? God, that was painful. If I fall asleep in one of these, just nudge me or something."

"That one was actually pretty good. Lots of things we can use in our assignment. Don't worry I'm sure it'll all come back to you. You're gonna be a great psychologist."

"I'm gonna be a great psycho if these classes keep going like this. I'll snap and turn into a raving lunatic."

"And how does that make you feel?" Nate asked with a grin.

"Shut up!" I laughed. He was pretty easy to get along with. So far all my friends seemed pretty cool. I wanted to know more about that Dickson guy. Since he's the only one that doesn't seem to like me. Wonder what I did to him. "So why doesn't Dickson like me?" I asked Nate bluntly.

"I just don't think you're his type."

"Is he gay or straight?"

"Gay. He was dating Kyle and Tripp for a while. Now I think he's just with Tripp, although I don't see Tripp as the monogamous boyfriend type."

"God, does everyone have sex with everyone around here? Have you and I had sex?"

"Dude, I'm straight, remember," he said smiling.

"So that's a yes, since you avoided answering the question directly?"

"See, you are good at psychology," he grinned. "We've done minor stuff together. Nothing serious. Just buddies helping each other out."

"Seems that it doesn't matter to anyone if you're gay or straight. I said I was straight and the next thing I knew I was having my prostate checked by a 7 inch cock. Then even when I tapped some chick, another guy joined in and it turned into a three-way. So straight seems to be just a label and has no basis for who you actually have sex with." Nate changed the subject quickly and wasn't sharing details, which was fine as I didn't really want any. As we finished our break, a huge guy came up and sat next to us.

"Hey guys. How's it hangin'?"

"It's hangin' as it always does," I replied. Nate just smiled. "Justin, this is my friend Cameron."

"Dude, he knows who I am," Cameron said pushing his friend.

"Not at the moment he doesn't. He has amnesia."

"God, I thought only old people got that. Sorry dude. I'm Cam – er -on...Nate's friend."

"Not Alzheimer's moron. Amnesia."

"What's the difference?" He asked.

"One you lose your memories from an accident and they usually come back, and the other your memories from a disease that affects your brain," Nate explained.

"Sounds the same to me. Whatever. So you can't remember shit?"

"Nope, not a thing before the accident."

"Damn, sorry dude. Hope that shit comes back. I'd hate to be that fucked up."

"Sensitive Cameron, real sensitive. You can tell he's not going to be a psychologist," Nate replied.

"What are you going to be?" I asked.

"Football coach," he said. "Studying to get my teaching degree in sports."

Looking at the size of him that made sense, although he should be a psychologist. He could just get up in someone's face and yell `there's nothing fucking wrong with you. It's all in your head, now go live your life and stop fucking wasting your time with shrinks!' That would scare the poop out of people and they'd be fixed. None of this emotional lovey dovey tell me your feelings crap. If my memories come back, hopefully I'll be able to figure out why I like this shit, but for now it seemed super boring and a waste of time. That's how I feel about that...for the record. I'd rather be a cop so I could shoot people, or a firefighter. Alex's job even seemed cool as a paramedic. How come I couldn't do something like that? So far all I knew was I as in a secret society, owned a pizza place and part of a night club, and pretty much had sex with everyone that had a pulse... Oh, and I was married to a billionaire, and had a kid. How did I get this screwed up? Maybe the amnesia is the universe's way of telling me to do something different. I just looked at Cameron and said "cool."

Nate invited Cameron over after class to hang out with us and he said he might drop by. "You been over to Nate's place yet, Justin?"

"Not that I can remember," I answered honestly.

"Well, be warned. The guy never wears clothes. First time I went over there and he answered the door naked, I almost puked."

"Hey! I'm not that ugly," Nate complained.

"Yeah, but who needs to see that swinging in your face."

"At least it swings," Nate grinned.

"Do you get naked too?" I asked Cameron.

"Yeah in the locker room and shower... but since you're having that brain fart, you should know this body is for the ladies only. I'm not having a fag going down on my junk, sorry. No offense or anything. I don't mind gay guys as long as they don't try to get with me."

"No worries there. You're not my type."

"Why not? What's wrong with me?" He asked all concerned.

"Nothing, I hardly know you. But despite what people are saying, I think I'm more straight than gay. So you wouldn't be my type because you're a guy."

"Oh. So the whole fag thing is on hold until you get you memory back?"

"Jesus, Cam. A little subtlety. He's still gay, just trying to take it one thing at a time as he learns."

"Ok, Sure. I gotta bail. Hitting the gym in then off to practice. Later Nate. Justin," he said as he got up and fist bumped his friend.

"That guy is huge," I said to Nate. "He'll make a great football player." He reminded me of Karl by how big he was and I wondered if he looked the same without his clothes. So far all the guys I'd been hanging around had smooth slender bodies like mine. Or as Kyle called them. Twinks. I even heard him call them twinkies, but I thought that was a snack food. I'm sure that's why they're named that. They are a snack food...for gay dudes. They're small and cream filled. Ha!! I'm so funny.

"Yeah, he's not the brightest guy on the planet, but he's a really nice dude to be friends with, and to answer your question, yes he hangs out naked at my place, despite his complaining. Jocks don't really have a problem with things like that, they just don't talk about it."

"Just psychologists talk about it," I grinned.

"Psychologists and gay guys. It seems to be their favorite topic. Who they had sex with, how big he is, whether he's a top or a bottom, how he kisses. If you want to know something about a gay guy, just ask another gay guy."

"So what do they say about me?" I asked.

"What don't they say about you?" You're a popular topic of conversation, plus you like to share your own stories about what, and who, you've done. Your life is like an ongoing novel," he said smiling.

"Wish I could read it, so I know who I am." (Justin looks directly at the camera and smiles...)

"You'll get your memories back. Meanwhile, it will be a good topic for our studying session. You can be my real life subject for our paper."

"If you crack this, you'll get an `A' for sure," I told him. We had one more class before lunch and it was a little more interesting, but hard to follow. I just typed my ass off and figured the notes might make sense one day. We had lunch and everyone was talking about everything, mainly trying to fill me in on who they were, and stuff I should know. It was a little overwhelming. Like trying to shove toothpaste back into the tube. "I'll be back. I just have to go to the bathroom," I said. "Where is it?"

"I gotta go to. Follow me," Tripp offered. We headed off together. "I can't believe what happened to you. Sucks dude."

"Tell me about it. I'm itching for the memories to come back so I don't feel as stupid."

We stepped up to the urinals and Tripp stood right beside me. I looked down the long line and figured he could have used any one of them, but didn't say anything. As I peed, I noticed him checking me out so I looked at his face. Normally a guy caught checking out your junk would turn his head back to face the wall and not look again. Tripp just smiled and backed up slightly giving me a better view of him. I chose not to look, although I could see him peeing out of my peripheral vision. I thought he was just shaking it when he was finished, but quickly realized he was jerking it off. I looked around in case anyone else was in there.

"Dude, what are you doing?" I asked. "You can't beat off here?"

"Why not? Do you know how much action I've had in here by showing off the wood? More than a lumberjack during a clear cutting. Let's have a quickie. I need get fucked right now."

I was going to decline and tell him to fuck off, but I had a better idea. I smiled and took hold of my cock and stroked it seductively a couple of times. "Let's play a game though. Rather than just fucking. Go in the stall and we'll pretend to be strangers." Which isn't that far from the truth at the moment anyway. He chuckled and didn't waste time running to the large stall with his dick leading the way. He left the door open and I turned to look at him. He was standing there grinning with his dick out. He jerked his head as if to say `come here'. I shook my head no.

I whispered staying at the urinal. "Let's see what else you got? Take your shirt off."

He quickly yanked it off over his head. Another slim twinkie boy. I could see why he'd be popular. "Now the pants." He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off, leaving him in just a pair of small briefs, pulled down in front to expose his cock. I could feel mine getting excited at the game we were playing. I was about to say something when another guy came around the corner and stepped up to a urinal. I quickly got closer and pretended to be peeing as I stared at the wall. I heard Tripp close the stall door. Once the guy left I told Tripp it was all clear. He opened the stall door and was now completely naked with a full erection. I zipped up and walked over to him. His clothes were in a big pile on the floor. I grinned as I bent down and I'm sure he thought he was about to get a blowjob before I fucked him, but he was in for a surprise as I grabbed his clothes and stood back up. "Guess you just got fucked," I grinned as I turned and ran out with everything. I laughed as I heard him yelling at me to come back. I raced to the table and handed his clothes to Dickson.

"I think your boyfriend might be looking for these. He said he want to get fucked quickly. I think this qualifies. He's pretty fucked right now." The rest of the table laughed and Dickson just looked at me.

"Where is he?" He asked.

"In the bathroom stall."

Rory suggested we just leave him there. Kent said we should just give him one sock back. Dickson seemed like he was conflicted. On one hand it was hilarious; on the other hand it was his boyfriend and he should protect him. It was Kyle who had the best idea, suggesting we should all go back in quietly and see what he was doing.

We left the table and quietly headed into the bathroom together. Even the girls followed us. Tripp could be heard in the last stall. "Very funny Justin. I know you're still out there. Give me my clothes back."

There was a guy at the urinal who glanced at us as we walked in and smiled as he could see the clothes we were carrying. Then he saw the girls and quickly pushed himself closer to the urinal to finish. I stood in front of the stall door so he could see my feet and the others were just a bit behind me.

"Very funny. Now can I have my clothes or am I going to class naked?" I loved his southern boy accent and could probably listen to it all day.

"That would make some of these classes way more interesting. Open the door and I'll give them back. You said you wanted to get fucked. So now you have been."

I heard the latch open and he flung the door open. "Surprise!!" the others yelled behind me.

"Nice, really nice. Ha ha. Okay, you got me. But remember, revenge is a dish best served cold." The guy that had been at the urinal had hung around to see what was going to happen. Tripp wasn't one to be embarrassed as he stepped out naked and spun around. "Get a good look people because none of you are ever getting this again, especially you, Dickson." He had lost his hardon, but with a good body like that, no wonder he didn't care who saw him. "So? Clothes?" He said putting out his hand. Dickson handed him one sock which he expected he would put on his cock. He didn't. He put it on his foot and asked for the other one. "I'm still thinking that I might need more before leaving here. Maybe a shirt?"

Dickson went to hand him his shirt and we heard someone else enter the bathroom. "What's going on in here?" Ladies, this is the men's room. You need to leave." It was one of the professors. "Hazing is forbidden on campus, gentlemen," he continued, as Robyn and Linda quickly left the bathroom before he could call security or anything.

"We're not hazing him. We're trying to convince him that it's not naked protest day, and that it's usually held on Wreck beach, not here on campus."

"Young man. You need to put your clothes back on. If you're being hazed, please report to the administration office where they'll be happy to take a report and investigate."

"No, it's not a hazing, sir. These are my friends and the one holding my clothes is my boyfriend. I'm trying to get him over his erectile dysfunction by doing something crazy to get him excited. Is it working, baby? Can you get a boner now or should we see a specialist? Nothing we can do about the 3 inches though."

Nice burn, I thought to myself. These guys were fun. Even with the professor in the room with us, Tripp still wasn't making any quick moves to get dressed. He really didn't care who saw him naked.

He kept going. "Oh well, we had a long run. 18 hours is long enough for a boyfriend relationship anyway. Justin, you're next. Do you want to go someplace and consummate our new relationship? Can't really do it here in the bathroom. Maybe we can go to your car?" He had taken his clothes back from Dickson and put his shirt on first followed by his underwear, where he seductively played with his cock before tucking it in and adjusting it. Then he put his pants on.

"Alright gentlemen, time to go. Let's keep the nudity at home next time shall we?"

"Yes sir. Thank you professor. Come on Justin, let's go down to the beach and put on a show. Dickson, you can come too if you want. Maybe the excitement will get all three inches erect."

"Asshole," Dickson laughed. "I'll show you three inches... wait, that didn't come out right. Shit, you know what I mean. See if you get laid tonight."

"You'll see me get laid alright. Even the straight boys want this cute ass, right guys?" he said looking at Kent and Rory.

"You wish Tripp," Kent replied.

"I do wish. I really do!" We laughed as we left the bathroom together with Tripp complimenting me on the prank, and Dickson still trying to defend his manhood. He was trying so hard I almost wondered if he really did have a small dick. That would explain the attitude, or make up for the stunning good looks. He has to have some flaw.

"So do you only have three inches, or was he kidding?" I asked inappropriately.

"Ha, ha. You know I have more," he said looking at me like I was a giant asshole.

"No he doesn't. He has amnesia, remember," Tripp told him with a light punch to the arm. "We should go down the stairwell and you can show him. Maybe we can have a quickie with the four of us."

Seems like Tripp never missed an opportunity to try and get sex. Dickson on the other hand seemed more reserved as he quickly declined and said he had to get to class. He gave Tripp a light kiss and headed off.

"How is it that you two are boyfriends?" I asked. He's really quiet and you're, well you're..."

"A slut," Kyle added to help me finish my thought.

"That's why we're boyfriends. Opposites attract. It was fun when we were boyfriends with Kyle `cause when one of us got tired, the other would take over. I think Dickson didn't like the fact that Kyle and I had a much bigger sex drive than he did, so he may have felt left out at times."

"So how did you and he end up together and not you and Kyle?" I asked unsure of how this made any sense.

"I dunno. I kind of like having a boyfriend who only wants me and we get along really well. If Kyle and I were together, I think we'd wear ourselves out always looking for the next fuck, even if it was as a group. I kind of like having that one guy that's just mine."

"And you don't want that, Kyle?"

"I'm not ready to settle down. Too many horny guys to play with. You taught me well, Justin, but I like having a boyfriend. I just like one that is open minded."

"I taught you?"

"Yep. I was a scared little gay boy when I met you and Alex. You showed me how to meet other guys and basically helped me come out. I've loved you ever since."

"You love me?" I asked a little surprised.

"Of course. You're the best guy I know. You taught me everything about sex and how to just enjoy being myself. I wanted to marry you someday, but you had Alex and then got Colin and married him. But like I've always said, if it doesn't work out between you two someday, I'm still here."

"Good to know. Thanks for the update," I said trying not to be too overwhelmed. That was a lot to take in for a random conversation. Kyle was in love with me and he lived with us. I didn't need to ask if we'd had lots of sex before, as I'd already figured out that I'd probably had sex with everyone I knew, more than likely even the straight boys. With him living with me, I figure we've done it more than most, and if he still loves me I must be pretty good, otherwise he'd have moved on.

Afternoon class was another mind grinder, but I got through. I'd texted Colin to ask if it was alright to go over to Nate's and he quickly came back thanking me for letting him know, but that I didn't need permission to go someplace. That was one apron string cut. We met Kyle in the parking lot and I told him I was going over to Nate's as I had permission. He laughed as he told me I sounded like a kid getting Dad's okay to hang out after school, but he did offer us a ride. I also promised to come home afterward and he insisted I call so someone could pick me up. I told him I could just take the bus, but he replied that it would take way too long and was pretty complicated. He assured me that it was no problem at all to come get me. He was so diligent. He even checked to make sure I remembered the address of the house if I chose to take a cab. When we arrived at Nate's place I was surprised at how small it was. The bedroom that I shared with Colin was twice this size.

"Is this your whole place?" I asked insensitively, although I didn't mean it like that.

"Yeah, it's small but at least I can afford it. Well, thanks to you anyway. It's all I need."

"Thanks to me?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, you paid my rent for a year as you said I needed time to study and not worry about having two or three jobs. Now I can concentrate on classes."

"Cool." I replied unsure of what else to say. Why would I pay someone's rent? I can't even afford lunch. Maybe Colin helped me with it or something. As I looked around, Nate began removing his clothes. I stopped and looked at him as he took off his pants, leaving him in just his underwear. I must have looked freaked out as he stopped.

"Shit, sorry dude. I keep forgetting you don't remember things. We normally just hang out naked, but if you're not comfortable doing that we can stay dressed."

"No, I'm okay. I'd prefer not to undress, but you can if you want, after all, this is your place, you should be comfortable," I said as I put my backpack down and took off my jacket. Thankfully I had gotten used to naked guys with Karl, Jake and then Colin, so seeing another one wouldn't be an issue. I'd gotten to the point where I was kind of curious what each person looked like without their clothes anyway. From what I'd learned, Nate was a straight boy so I shouldn't have to worry about sex becoming part of it, although so far everyone I seemed to know was sex crazed. Straight or gay, they all wanted a piece of me. I know I'm hot, but to attract straight boys? What is going on in the world? Didn't straight mean that they only do the opposite sex? Maybe there weren't enough girls to go around, so boys were turning to other boys. Nate left his underwear on as I got comfortable on the couch. He went to get us a beer and joined me. We pulled out our laptops and assignment papers so that I could try to catch back up. It was a little strange having him sitting there almost naked while I was fully dressed. Plus his place was really warm. I guess if you're going to walk around without clothes you want it warm, so I ended up taking off my shirt just to cool down a bit. I was having a lot of trouble understanding the psych stuff, but Nate was pretty patient at helping me. By the time we finished our beer, I was getting into it. We talked about our assignments and he was writing down stuff about me and the amnesia. He figured it would make a good paper. He went to get us a second beer and when he returned, he removed his underwear and adjusted his package before getting comfortable. I checked him out, just because it's kind of hard not to when you see someone naked for the first time. He didn't seem to be checking me out, so I only glanced enough to see he was uncut and average size with large balls and trimmed pubes. I hadn't seen many uncut penises so it was pretty interesting, especially as you could see the tip of his penis poking through the skin like the head of a turtle. As he sat down or moved, the skin moved back and forth a little and the head poked out or retracted accordingly.

"Can I ask a personal question? And don't think I'm hitting on you or anything, but I noticed that you're not circumcised. Doesn't the skin rubbing on your penis head like that get you hard? Each time you move, the skin seems to move back and forth. Isn't that like you're being jerked off?"

He laughed. Dude, we're guys, my dick gets hard a lot, but I never really notice the foreskin moving, except if it pulls back behind the head and then the head rubs against my shorts. That's a little sensitive at times. Guess that's the advantage of being cut. The head gets a little less sensitive to being exposed."

"Is that true? So like wouldn't that be the same for sex? You'd be more sensitive?"

"I've heard that, but I dunno. I've always been uncut so I have no base for reference."

"Duct tape the skin back and let your head be exposed for a month. See what happens," I suggested jokingly.

"Ow, could you imagine when it's time to take the tape off." We both grimaced at the thought. Then we stopped talking about his penis. Kind of a weird subject for two guys anyway. We continued to study and he never once made a move to get me naked or check my prostate. I was pretty comfortable here. Someone knocked on his door and I figured he would get dressed to answer it, but he looked through the peephole and then just opened it completely naked. I couldn't see who it was, but I could hear it was a guy. He told him that he was busy at the moment and to come back later. "Just a friend from upstairs. You met him before, but I thought maybe today was the wrong day. Studying is more important to try and catch you up." We had a third beer and I was feeling pretty good now. Still nothing sexual was happening, which I thought might be the point behind all the beer, but it wasn't. It was just two buddies hanging out. One of us was hanging out more than the other, I have to say. By the time I was ready to call it a day, I phoned Kyle and asked if he still wanted to pick me up or should I catch the bus. He said he'd be right over. I packed up my stuff and just waited with Nate talking about random things until Kyle buzzed his front entrance and Nate opened the door for him. Once again he answered naked and as Kyle strolled in, he gave a huge smile.

"So this is the kind of studying you were doing. Nice! Who did who?"

"Shut up! I usually hang out naked at home, and Justin normally does too, but today he stayed dressed. Not that it's any of your business," Nate smiled.

"So no sex? Of any kind? Damn, you're losing your touch, Justin. Need a blowjob or a quick fuck, Nate? We could go into your bedroom and make out for a while."

"The bedroom? As in that area over there where the bed is," he said pointing to the corner just a few feet from us.

"I'm game if you are. I suck a mean dick. Guaranteed to have you blowing your load or your money back. I'm having a two for one special today if you want to join in Justin."

"You charge for blowjobs? Does that mean you're like a hooker?" I asked a little stunned.

"I'm kidding Justin. I wouldn't charge to blow guys, although I should I'm that good. Why don't you pull out that big cock and let me show you. Not like we haven't done it a thousand times, but it'll be like our first time all over again, and Nate can see what a real blowjob is supposed to look like."

"I'm good thanks. But if you and Nate want to, I could wait in the truck."

"I'm good too thanks," Nate said as I got up to leave with Kyle. Nate said he'd see me in class and we headed out. I'd actually learned a lot studying like that. Way more than I had in class, that's for sure.

"So you really didn't have sex with him?" Kyle asked.

"No. We just studied. Plus he's straight."

"And? You were straight as well when you started the amnesia thing, and we see how that's going now that you've had a taste of boy on boy sex."

"I think the old Justin was a slut. I'm not like that at all."

"Not yet, but we're still guys. I'll bet you're horny."

"True. But I have self-control."

"We'll see about that," Kyle chuckled as we continued to talk and eventually pulled into the yard and parked. As we entered the house, Kyle reached back and grabbed my crotch. I jumped. "Just checking," he commented.

We were barely in the house as Blake came running down. "Dad you have to help me with my homework. I have to make a poster of our family tree and it's due on Wednesday."

Kyle laughed. "You're asking the wrong guy little buddy. Justin can't remember his own name never mind the family tree. Best he could come up with is a family stick. How about if I text Uncle Jason to help and then Colin can fill in his side when he gets home?"

"Okay, but Justin can do the gluing and coloring and stuff. It has to be a good presentation," Blake said trying to include me. I felt like a mental patient who gets to do arts and crafts with the kiddie scissors. I'd stick the picture of me on the tree after I'd made two copies to paste next to it. We had dinner as soon as Colin came home, with Jason, Alex and the kids joining us. I almost pissed myself laughing when Blake had one of the twins on his shoulders helping him to take pictures of the shelf over the fireplace.

"Bwake is helping us take shelfies," he said smiling as he showed everyone a dozen pictures of shelves around the two houses.

Jason just smiled. "I didn't have the heart to tell them that they're not called shelfies. They're having way too much fun."

"Shelfies. That's hilarious," Colin chuckled. "You should take them to the beach to get `shell-fies' next."

"A true selfie is where you can blow yourself," Troy added.

"If that's the case then I'm the king of selfies," Kyle admitted.

"Mmmm, you're gonna have to show me that after dinner," Troy teased. Something told me that these two would vanish shortly. I wondered if Kyle's boyfriend knew he was hitting on every guy he met.

After dinner Jason and Colin helped Blake with the family tree and I did the gluing. Blake handed me the pictures and things he wanted putting on the poster board. I glued them and gave them back to him. I wasn't even allowed to put them on the paper. At least no one could accuse Blake of having his parents do his assignment. Got to admit it was a good exercise to help me visualize my family, including extended family like Kyle, Ben, Reece, and Ryan. We decided not to include Chance as he was fairly new. The project seemed to take way longer than it should have, but as soon as Colin reminded him that he was still grounded and needed to go back up to his room, it was all clear. I was even beginning to wonder if he really had a project for school or if this was just a ruse. (I looked it up... ruse [rooz] – a trick or act that is used to fool someone). So I'm thinking he was rusing us to have someone to hang out with.

I was exhausted from all that gluing and I hadn't even been allowed to sniff any. Wouldn't have done much good anyway as we were using kid friendly glue. That's so wrong. The only kid friendly glue is contact cement, where you can glue the kid to anything and leave him there out of your way. Everyone went to bed early as it was a school and work day. I woke up before Colin and was going to get a drink when I heard a noise and wandered down the hall to see what it was. Kyle's door was open and I peeked in and stopped suddenly. He and Chance were making out like rabbits and I felt like a stalker watching, but it was also pretty hot. I guess his boyfriend had come over at some point last night. I back slightly away so they couldn't see me, but enough that I could still see them. I put my hand inside my underwear to make sure my morning wood wasn't going to give me away, but as soon as I touched it ,I almost had to jerk off and watching them made seemed to intensify the feeling. A voice behind me scared the crap out of me.

"Whatcha doin?" Blake whispered as he peeked through the door to see what I was looking at.

"Uhh, nothing," I said trying to hide my erection from the kid, and checked to make sure he wasn't wielding something to club me with.

He took me by the hand and took me back to his room. "They do that a lot. More than you and Dad do. I think they like people watching as they always leave the door open. It always gives me a boner," he smiled as he took off his underwear to show me. "You too huh?"

I looked down and tried to readjust my erection so it wasn't as obvious. "Just morning wood," I tried to clarify.

"Wanna take care of them and then you can drive me to school? Kyle would normally do that, but maybe it'll help your memory if you drive me. You still remember how to drive right?" He jumped on his bed and took hold of his erection. "Come on Triton, we always do this to take care of our boners."

I stood there looking at Blake's cock and realized that he was really only a kid in age. He had the penis and sex drive of an adult. The kid had a huge grin on his face as he watched me closely and stuck his tongue out to the side as he concentrated on whacking it. No insecurities here. I wonder if all kids are comfortable jerking off in front of parents. I'm pretty sure this was just a Blake thing.

"You gonna join me Triton? I like it when we can do stuff together. Makes me feel more like a man and less like a kid."

"Well with a penis that size, I'd say you're already a man in that department. Do you have lots of sex at your age?"

"Oh yeah. That's one thing that's cool about living here. Everyone talks about things openly to teach me so I know the guy stuff I need. That way I don't look stupid around my friends. Wanna see what else I know how to do?

"I'm not sure, do I?" I asked.

"It's okay as long as we do the bro code first," he smiled.

"Which is?"

"We have to fist bump and then we just keep things to ourselves," he grinned as he kept jerking me off.

"So we fist bump and then keep a secret?"

"No, we're not allowed to have secrets. It's called a bro code. If we fist bump then we're bros and anything that happens between us stays between us."

"Okay, I can live with that," I grinned as I leaned over and put my fist out. He bumped it with a giant smile and then flipped his legs over his head and secured his feet on the headboard, then he squirmed until the tip of his cock was in his mouth. I'd tried that before and I could get my tongue out enough to lick the tip, but not enough to get my dick in my mouth. The kid could give himself a full on blowjob. Now that's a talent. Not something for the middle school talent show, but a talent nonetheless.

He was really getting into it when we heard Kyle and Chance in the hallway. Kyle came in the door and grinned. "Saw your light on. What are you two up to?"

"Nothing. I was just showing Triton what I can do," he said quickly as he took his dick out his mouth and looked over at Kyle. "Right, Triton?"

"Yep. Trying to take care of the morning wood and showing some true flexibility."

"Yeah, Blake makes all of us jealous with that move," Kyle grinned. I tried that but Chance just ended up standing above me, and we all know how that would end. Surprised to see you up this early, Blake."

"Oh, I get up plenty early Kyle, see!" he said, jumping up to stand on the bed and wiggle his hips at him. "You want it don't you?" He teased.

"I want it dressed and down for breakfast in ten minutes, or I'll take you to school in a dress."

"You wouldn't dare!" He giggled as he jumped off the bed and ran to his closet.

"Well, at least you know he can be a handful," Kyle said. "Glad to see you two getting along again. He's missed you being around."

"He sure doesn't act like most 13 year olds does he?"

"That's an understatement. If you thought he was tough to deal with before, just wait until he gets the hang of being a full teenager. So are you coming to class? You can come with us and we'll drop Blake and Chance off and then go to University."

"Yeah, I'll just go get ready.

Kyle looked at my crotch. "Looks like Blake isn't the only one with morning wood," he said as he grabbed it. "I could take care of it for you. If you want a quickie, you can fuck me. That always gets you off fast."

"What about the boyfriend?"

"Sure, you can do him too if you want. We can go down to the kitchen and do it there if you prefer."

"No, I meant won't the boyfriend care if you and I have sex?"

He laughed. "Chance? No, of course not. He'd join in just like anyone else."

"Wow, I'm never going to get used to that." He headed downstairs and I ran to get dressed. By the time I got to the kitchen, Chance, Colin, Kyle and Troy were already at breakfast, with Lucas and `Marvin' joining us almost at the same time.

"How's things over at the Academy?" Colin was asking Chance. "Thought we'd lost Kyle to the lifestyle over there."

"Yeah, it's pretty wild. We started the fuck club last week and it gets pretty intense."

"What's that all about?" Troy asked smiling with curiosity.

"The guys have a board up in the lounge area and they put their name on it. There are two sides. Top and bottom. You put your name and room number on it and times you are available. That way guys aren't running all over the dorms knocking constantly, which was waking everyone up. The tops travel to the bottoms rooms. So if you're a bottom and you're available at 6am, a top who is horny comes into your room and fucks you. It's not perfect as there are a lot more bottoms than tops, but some guys are versatile so they switch it up. Others get into group stuff as more than one shows up to fuck at times. But it has stopped all the door knocking and stuff, so it's a lot quieter."

"So did you just put your name on the board as Kyle 24/7 versatile?" Colin laughed.

"NO! What type of girl do you think I am?" he chuckled.

"You're not a girl, you're a boy," Blake corrected as he bounced down the stairs dressed for jogging. "Can I go over there with you next time? I think I need another massage and Zane said I could go over anytime for one."

"I'm sure he did," Chance grinned.

Blake was running around getting ready to go jogging and ran to greet Karl when he arrived. "I'm gonna make it the whole three kilometres today," he said eagerly.

"Good to hear," Karl said smiling at him.

"Hey Kyle wanna see my list?"

"List of what?" Kyle asked looking at him.

"All the people I know who are 15. There's like 30 boys and 10 girls."

"Uh, okay. Something special about 15 year olds?"

Colin was waving his hands and shaking his head at Kyle, probably trying to warn him not to ask the question. Too late.

"Duh, I can now have sex with them."

Kyle took the list and scanned it. He grinned. "You know that Colton and Darren are boyfriends and are monogamous, right?"

"Sure, but they're still 15. I'm gonna ask them to my party on the weekend. Might get some tips from them about what I should know now that I'm a teenager. Gotta ramp up my cool factor. They can help me get girls."

"Don't count on it," Kyle laughed. "Unless you want girls who will give you make-up and fashion tips. But not a bad idea to look for a girlfriend. As a teenager, you'll probably want one at school, just take your time and find someone who likes you and that you like back."

"I don't really want a girlfriend yet. Just gotta learn to hang with girls and know how to talk to them and stuff so when I decide which one I want, I `m ready. Girls don't really want sex like boys, do they? They are all about kissing and holding hands and being all mushy. Boys just like to get naked and show off."

"He's not wrong there," Troy agreed unhelpfully. "Just look at `Marvin' and Lucas in their sexy Andrew Christian underwear. Makes a guy so horny he can barely finish his morning coffee."

They did have the coolest underwear that's for sure. The stuff Colin and I had was good, but theirs just seemed better. Maybe it was how they were wearing them.

"Well, I think it's a more mature way to go if you just become friends with a girl first and then work on the dating thing. Keep your pecker in your pants. What happened to what's her name?" Kyle asked.

"Melissa? We're still friends but she's not my girlfriend anymore she was too weird. Not my type."

"Oh. And what is your type?"

"Someone who isn't all kissy mushy and stuff. Thought we covered that. So are we running or what? Gotta keep my pecker in my pants," he giggled.

We headed out and he made it a lot further this time before having to stop. Once again, Troy walked him back as we finished the run. We beat them back this time and they strolled in with coffees for everyone. I noticed that Blake had one as well.

"What are you drinking?" I asked him.

"A double double. Now that I'm 13 I should start having a morning brew to kick start the day."

Colin tried not to laugh out loud. We watched as he tried it and the look on his face was priceless. He obviously hated it but didn't want us to know. "That hits the spot." He took another sip and the facial expressions were almost more fun to watch than a comedy show. I don't think he finished even a third of the coffee by the time we were done. He left it on the counter as we all hit the shower.

"How come you have so much hair on your chest?" Blake asked Karl.

"Just the way it goes. Some guys are hairier than others."

"Think I'll get hair on my chest?" He asked looking at himself.

"Probably, but you're blonde so it may not be a lot. Plus your Dads aren't hairy so you might not be."

We didn't correct him about Blake being adopted. That seemed the wrong time, especially with the large grin on Blake's face. "Should I shave my other hair now that I'm older? We're gonna do it for swimming, but should I just do it all the time like you guys?" he asked in general.

"No. Trimming it is okay. You still have to change in the locker room with the other boys. Without hair, they'll just think you're a little kid," Lucas advised.

"Yeah. Good point. But then all I gotta do is get a boner and that shuts them up."

"Might not be the best place to be getting an erection," Colin warned. "You know what happened last time."

"Yeah, Justin came in and almost killed all my friends for having fun with me."

I looked at Colin curiously. "Long story," he said. "I'll tell you later."

We finished showering and went to get dressed. Colin and I hadn't been having much sex, which was fine by me, but we did take care of things like morning boners a lot and showered together. I hadn't had to take a cock up my ass for quite some time now, but I had this insane itch every now and then as if I really needed to slam something up there to scratch my prostate. Maybe once you activate it, you just have to keep stimulating it. I resisted the urge for the most part, but sometimes in the shower when I was washing my ass, I'd push a finger in a little to help the itching sensation. On the way to University with Kyle, I asked him about it.

"Well you were the king of sex before the accident. No doubt your ass is missing being stimulated; probably as much as the guys who you stimulated with that big dick. We have all those toys back at the house that I can show you when we get home. That way you can use them on yourself until you're ready to get back to being you. Of course if you want to get fucked, just ask anyone and they'll be happy to do it."

"Okay, I'll ask Dickson," I smirked.

"Well, good luck with that. If you really wanted to, you could just reserve him and make him fuck you."

"Huh?"

"Another long story, but the short version is he's a new member of the `Q'. For a year he can be reserved and has to do what any Executive of the Society asks. You're an Executive, so he has to do what you say. I'll show you the calendar online and if you want him, just reserve a time slot. You give him two hours notice ahead of whatever availability he has listed and you can keep him for up to four hours."

"So he has to do anything?"

"Yep. Tripp & Chance are also on the list."

"Something tells me that you don't need to reserve Tripp."

"That's for sure."

"What about Chance? You have to let him go off and have sex when he's summoned?" I asked surprised.

"That's the rules, but it doesn't just have to be sex. It can be anything. Chores, just hanging out, whatever."

"So I could reserve your boyfriend and fuck him, or have him fuck me in front of you, and there's nothing you could do?"

"Nope, not a thing. Of course, you don't have to reserve him. Just ask and he'd be happy to. Hell, I'll invite him over after class and we can have a three-way to get rid of that itch in your ass."

"Thanks for the offer. I'll pass for now. But show me how to reserve Dickson. I think four hours with him should give me enough time to show him that I'm not the asshole he thinks I am."

"It really bothers you that he doesn't like you doesn't it?" Kyle asked seriously. "You know you've had a crush on him ever since you first laid eyes on him. I think you were jealous the first time you saw him have sex with someone else."

"Have I ever done anything with him?" I asked.

"Yes, but it's not like he was a willing participant."

"I forced him?" I asked almost stunned that I could do something like that.

"No. But as part of the Q' initiations you had the opportunity. Other's like Tripp, just trip' over themselves to have sex with you. Not Dickson. He just doesn't like feeling bought, which he figures you do."

"Harsh. But I'll prove to him that I'm just a normal guy, and I'll use the four hours wisely. Just borrow the Bugatti, drive to the airport and have you fly us to Antarctica to watch penguins. That should prove I'm a normal guy," I said teasing Kyle.

"Yep, that should do it," he laughed as we pulled up at the University.

After we got our coffees and sat down, Kyle pulled opened up his laptop and slid it over to show me the calendar he had been talking about. Dickson name was on it like he said it would be, as was Tripp, Chance and about a dozen other guys I'd never heard of. I half expected Blake to be on it for some stupid reason. That kid never ceases to surprise me. Kyle grinned and pointed at Dickson's availability. He was free all day Sunday, so Kyle wrote my name down for Sunday 10am – 2pm, Colin's name for 2pm - 6pm, and Alex's name from 6pm-10pm. He hit save and grinned. "He's yours for 12 hours. Have fun," He whispered.

"How come you just didn't use your name?" I whispered back.

"I'm not an Executive," he grinned. As he put away his laptop, Dickson got a text and looked at his phone, then his head shot up to stare at me. He immediately came over and sat beside me and showed me the message. It showed the three bookings we did with him.

"Are you serious? I thought you couldn't remember anything?" He asked quietly looking a little hurt and surprised.

"I can't. Kyle showed me about it."

"So why me when you could have anyone you want?"

"Exactly the point. According to what I'm hearing, guys like having sex with me. No idea why, but whatever. Of all the people I've met, you're the only one that doesn't seem to like me. I thought maybe we could spend a day and hang out. I get to know you, you get to know me."

"In other words, you fuck me until I like you?"

"No, not at all. I don't want sex. I know everyone says I'm gay, and I haven't minded the sex with guys, but I still feel straight, although I realize I'm probably not. I kinda hoped we could go do things like go to the batting cage, bowling, have lunch, go swimming at the public pool, not at the house though where everyone is naked and it turns to sex half the time. You know, normal guy stuff."

"Seriously? Wow, you really are different. The old Justin would gotten me naked the moment we met and fucked me for four hours. Alright, I'm up for a guy day. What about Colin and Alex?"

"Kyle just slotted them in for the other eight hours to give us more time together. If we're not getting along after my four hours, we probably wouldn't need to keep going, but if we are, then at least you don't have to worry about making another appointment and leaving when we're having a good time."

"Deal. I can live with that. Kyle, I should be mad at you, but we'll see how this goes," he said with a small grin as he went back beside Tripp.

Kyle opened his laptop again and stared at Tripp as I watched him reserve a time slot of 8am – noon on Sunday and hit save under my name. Then he did the same thing for Chance.

"You planning on joining us?" I asked curiously.

"No. I'm planning on a morning three-way to get my day started right. Tripp's phone went and he looked up and grinned as he stuck his tongue out to the side. I pointed at Kyle and raised my eyebrows. Kyle just waved from over the top of his laptop. Tripp just gave him the finger playfully. Then Kyle got a text from his boyfriend telling him about the booking. Apparently he had planned on spending the night and asked Kyle if my booking him meant I had my memories back. Kyle told him the appointment was with him and Tripp. I swear sex between guys is just so easy. I wonder if girls have hook up things like this? Text one and have them in your bed in a few minutes. I'm not talking about hookers. Just normal horny chicks that like to be naked and fuck. I wonder what Daniella and Ally are doing right now?

As Nate and I headed to class, Tripp bounced up to us. "If you want me for real, I'm free after class at 2," he said eagerly. "I could really use that big cock in me for a good hard pounding."

"Tempting, but no," I said shaking my head and rolling my eyes. That guy's ass was probably looser than Justin Bieber's pants, but I did love his southern accent. Gave him some character along with his flirtatiousness.

"I was talking to Nate," he said jokingly. "What about it, straight boy? If you're not getting any pussy and Justin isn't giving up his ass, wanna fuck me later?"

"Straight, remember. Look up the definition."

"All the more reason to offer. Straight boys get laid like 10% compared to gay guys. I could come over every morning and take care of your boner for you. Name one chick that'll do that."

"I'll name two. Your sister and your mother," he retorted. We fist bumped at the great burn. He gave us both a complicated handshake and took off for class.

"He's actually a great guy. You two really get along well," Nate told me.

"We do? But he's so out there. Except for the accent, he's how I imagine Blake will be when he's older. Just say anything to anyone and damn the consequences."

Nate laughed. "Yep. I can see that. You were similar as well, although you were little more subtle about it, but you always got the guy out of his clothes if you wanted him."

"You included?" I grinned.

"Doesn't count. I hang out naked at home anyway. But I've watched you set your sights on a guy and then just go and get him. If not immediately, then eventually."

"Does it work on chicks like that?"

"Not as easily. At a party maybe, but too much risk of them screaming date rape if they've been drinking and change their minds afterward. Never seen a guy do that. Getting laid is what we do."

"True dat!" I smirked.

"Guess we'll see if I've lost my touch later. Maybe I'll just have to work on you and see how my whole pickup thing works. Get you sucking my cock and then fuck you."

"You wish. I'll let you suck mine if you want."

"Now who's wishing!" I said pushing him on the shoulder as we entered class for more of the insomnia curing lecture.

It was a normal day after that and my friends from University followed Kyle and I home to unwind after a long week. There were a bunch of trucks in the driveway as we arrived and I looked at Kyle confused.

"They're setting up the house for Blake's party tomorrow."

"We need guys to do that? Don't we just blow up some balloons, throw up a happy birthday banner and be done with it?"

"Parties around here are a big deal. They always have a theme. Blake's theme this year is glow in the dark laser tag."

"Wow, my thirteenth birthday was just a normal party, but my first boy/girl party," Kent said from the back seat.

"Yeah, mine we just went to the aquarium," Rory added.

Nate was also in the truck with us. Cameron, Linda, Robyn, Tripp and his friend Martin, and some guy I didn't know arrived in other vehicles. As we entered the house, they weren't kidding about it being a big deal. All sorts of lighting was being added, colored pillars and barricades to hide behind, and the whole place looked awesome for playing laser tag. I wouldn't mind playing here myself.

"Are we invited to the party?" Kent asked as we looked around.

"I suppose that's up to Blake, but if I know him, the more the merrier. He'd be happy to tell all his school friends that he hangs out with University guys. That's one thing about Blake, he loves people," Kyle said as we made our way downstairs. "Choices for swimming are suits, underwear or skinny dipping. I'll grab some suits from upstairs for the shy ones with small penises," he teased, playing to their sense of manhood. He ran off and returned moments later with a handful of swim suits. I chose to change in the bathroom, while others just stripped on the deck and hit the pool or hot tub. Cameron went into the gym to check out the equipment along with the guy I didn't know. Both stayed dressed. The only ones that went naked were Kyle, Tripp and Nate. Everyone else was wearing something to start, but it didn't take long before the girls, along with Kent and Rory, had thrown their clothes aside and were free ballin' it, or free boobin' it, if you're a girl. I showed some decorum and remained in my swim suit. `Marvin' and Lucas strolled down to the pool level in just their underwear again. I wondered if these guys ever wore anything else. They must have two suitcases just filled with underwear. When they saw everyone, they lost the shorts and joined us.

"Are you two boyfriends now?" Linda asked. "That should be a tabloid exclusive any day if you are."

"No. We're just fuck buddies," `Marvin' said as he swam next to her. "That's the good thing about this house. No stalkarazzi. We can just relax and have fun."

"I wouldn't mind some fun," Tripp said as he approached. "I've always wanted to be in the middle of a celebrity sandwich. Anyone for a good ole fashioned down home America spit roast?" He said in his deepest southern accent.

"Be in the steam room in two minutes and be ready to go," `Marvin' grinned. Tripp flew out of the pool and raced across the deck to the other room so fast, I think the Flash would have been jealous.

"Umm, can I watch?" Tripp's friend Martin asked.

"You a top or a bottom?" Lucas asked with a smile.

"Uh, top?" He said almost with a question. "I think you're both pretty great actors too. Am I allowed to ask for autographs later?"

"We'll give you more than autographs. How about our DNA?" Lucas suggested. "Too bad you weren't a bottom. We could give you a good ole fashioned down home American spit roast, just like Tripp."

"I could try if you want," he said uncertainly.

"Well, go wait with Tripp. Maybe lube him up and get him ready," `Marvin' suggested. Martin took off excitedly.

`Marvin' looked at me and sighed. "The life of a celebrity is never done. We have to keep our fans happy all the time so we stay relevant."

"I'm pretty sure fucking all of them goes above the call of duty."

"Yeah, but hey...you gotta do what you gotta do. It's a rough life but that's what we signed up for. Come on Luke. Let's go fuck our fans." They got out and stood facing each other on the deck and did rock, paper, scissor. `Marvin' had rock. Lucas had paper.

"You get his ass first," Marvin' grinned. "But newbie gets to bone me." They took off to have their fun, and just like that sex had begun in the crazy house. Celebrities gangbanging our friends, naked chicks in the pool. Jocks in the gym, and straight boys having sex with gay guys. All we'd need now would be a TV crew to show up and we'd have a full on reality show. We could call it One Screwed Life.' Take that any way you want it, but it would have to air on cable. Probably a little too racy for the main networks and it sure wouldn't make the Disney Channel. I noticed Rory and Robyn heading to the bathroom together and wondered if they were a couple. When they didn't come back out a few minutes later, I headed over to check out what they were up to. I'm nosy like that, although I didn't really need to know what was going on in the steam room. I could pretty much imagine that and didn't need to actually see it. I quietly opened the door and entered the room which was, as usual, full of bubbles. One day I'm actually going to need this room to pee and I won't be able to find the toilet. I held the door so it would close quietly and listened to the room. I smiled when I heard them. Robyn was moaning slightly and I could hear other faint noises.

I stood and listened as she continued to moan. "Oh, that's the spot, get your tongue in there," she said quietly. Well at least I knew what was happening now. I got a little closer but still well enough away to not get caught like some super perv. I heard things change as Rory must have stood up to fuck her. "Go slow," she told him. "Don't cum in me okay."

"Okay. Maybe I could fuck you from behind," Rory said.

She snorted. "If you want anal, there's a whole room of gay boys out there that would be more than happy to bend over for you. From the sound of it, just go to the steam room and audition for the celebrities."

"Nah, I'm good with this. Just thought you might like it."

"I'd love to see you have sex with a guy. Nothing hotter than watching two guys kiss and then 69 before they fuck."

"Keep up that type of conversation and I'm going to lose my erection," Rory criticized.

"Seriously. Let me watch you with another guy and it'll get me so wet and horny, that I'll ask Linda to have a three way with us. We'll suck and fuck you all night so all that's left of you in the morning is a pile of wobbling Jello."

"That's not fair. I have to be with a guy to have a three-way. Harsh. Which guy would I have to do?"

"Any one you want. But I'd want to see you fuck him and then him fuck you, plus kissing. I love seeing guys kiss."

"So gross," he replied. "I don't know if I can do that. I might be able to fuck one, but I doubt I could kiss or give head, and my ass is exit only."

"Oh well, your loss," she said. "But I'll bet you could have the wildest sex you've ever had. Guys don't really hold back with each other like they do with girls. You could pound the hell out of him and he'd probably scream for more."

"I doubt I could even get hard with a dude," he reasoned.

"Honey, your cock has been throbbing ever since we started talking about it. I think the idea turns you on as much as it turns me on. Just think, an hour with a gay guy in exchange for an entire night with me and Linda. We'll even let you tape it so you have something to jerk off too every day."

"Oh god. That's so hot! Not the guy part, but the other stuff. Which guy do you think would be into that?"

"Any of them. All of them. Kyle, Justin, Tripp, Dickson, the celebrity boys. Personally I'd pick a guy that can fuck as well as be fucked, so that might eliminate Tripp. I think he's strictly a receiver. I think the cutest one is Justin, although at the moment, he might not be ready for it, but once he's back to normal, you should totally take him to bed. Maybe ask his brothers to join in. I'd wet myself to watch you with triplets. I'd even sweeten our deal to add a few more girls to our fuck party and make it a whole weekend thing."

"God, that's not fair," he almost whined. "How do I ask Justin if I can have sex with him? Just walk up and say, hey dude, wanna come fuck me, oh and bring your brothers?"

"In this house, I think that's how they actually do it," she laughed. "Never seen any of them that would say no. Maybe try a more subtle approach with Justin at the moment because of his amnesia."

"Oh, like hey Justin. I know we're both straight, but have you ever thought about making out with a guy. I know I have and I wonder if maybe we get together to bone and see what the big deal is."

"Yeah, something like that," she laughed. "Matter of fact, that's now the two part challenge. Get Justin to go to bed with you and fuck each other while I watch, and I'll give you a three way for a night. Get him to bring his brothers along and have an orgy and I'll give you the weekend of a lifetime with at least five girls."

"Can I offer Justin the same deal? Let him do girls afterward?"

"No. We'd be all yours all night long. You'd get to watch girl on girl action and girl on Rory action the entire night."

"Oh shit, that would be so fuckin hot. God, I'm gonna cum. Shit!!!"

"Pull out Rory, Pull out!"

"I can't. Too late," he grunted as he obviously unloaded inside her. "Sorry, that was just too intense to stop."

"Damn it Rory. Now I have to go buy the morning after pill. Jesus. You're paying for it. I told you to pull out. I think you like the idea of being with a guy more than you let on. The last guy I suggested that too went totally limp at the idea. You shot your load."

"I was thinking of a room full of girls, not doing a guy," he said in his defence.

"You tell yourself whatever you like baby, but I'll bet you wake up with a boner in the morning and jerk off thinking about it all, including Justin. He has such a big dick I'm sure you'd love it."

"God that's just so gross. Plus I've seen it. That thing would rip me a new asshole. Not sure it'll be worth it and if his brothers are the same, there wouldn't be anything left of me to have sex with you," Rory said. "We should get out of here before they all wonder where we've gone."

I realized they would be heading for the door, so I frantically bolted out of the room as quietly as I could. I exited and quickly saw the problem. I was covered in bubbles while sporting an erection clearly visible in my shorts. Half the room looked at me. I scrambled to the deck shower and rinsed off only seconds before Rory came out and strolled over next to me to rinse off.

"Hey," he said avoiding looking at me directly.

"Hey. How's the foam thing?" I asked to make small talk.

"Awesome. I think I need one of those in my house."

"Yeah, no shit, eh?"

I went and slid into the hot tub next to Kyle who looked at me with a grin. "Nice one. Rory huh? Never would have guessed. Looks like the old Justin is on his way back."

"Huh? What?" I said looking at him. No way he could have overheard that conversation in there.

"Was he fun?"

"Was who fun? What are you talking about?"

"You and Rory. You came out with a giant boner, followed by Rory. Spew up the deets."

"Nothing. Nothing happened. I went in there to take a piss and heard him and Robyn making out. That's all. I got a boner when I heard them and left before it got weird."

"Uh huh, sure you did," Kyle grinned.

"I did. Keep watching the bathroom door," I told him bluntly. It was only a moment later when Robyn exited.

"See. Told ya. They didn't even know I was in there."

"Wow, that's gonna take some getting used to. The old Justin would have gone in there and fucked Rory in a three-way."

"Well, I'm the new Justin," I smiled.

"So if that made you horny, you feel like going for a quickie now that the bathroom is free?"

"No. I'm married, remember. How would that look?" I said trying to see if that card would work. It didn't.

"It would look normal. I could prove it to you by crawling into bed with you and Colin in the morning and having fun together."

"I'm gonna go do some laps," I replied as I got out of the hot tub, making sure to hide my new partial erection from Kyle's prying eyes. I think my penis has ears of its own as it gets hard at any mention of sex, no matter what my mouth says to anyone. Once I was in control again I got back in the hot tub where the conversation was getting lively.

"We should all join," Linda was saying as I slid in.

"Join what?" I asked.

"The gay straight alliance on campus," she said.

"I still don't see why," Kent said. "It's like we have our own gay straight alliance right here. Gay guys" he said pointing towards us. "Straight guys," he said pointing to them and the girls.

"Not guys," Linda joked pointing to her and Robyn. "Guys," she said reaching under the water to grope Kent who jumped like he'd been electrocuted.

"What do they do at a gay straight alliance?" I asked slightly confused.

"Learn to accept each other, be support for each other and build equality."

"Sounds boring as shit," Nate said, probably echoing what the rest of us were thinking. "Don't we do that anyway? How much more tolerant can we get. We're here together, most of us naked, hanging out equally and no one cares who's gay or straight. Seems like we have our own club. You want to really change things? Have a gay/straight sex club."

"Oh really?" Laughed Linda "and how would that look?"

"Same group of people. Gay and straight who teach each other that sex with someone is just that. Sex. That it's not gross or sick for guys to be together or girls to be together..."

"Especially girls," Kent chirped with a smile.

"...just that people who are truly equal get along no matter what."

"So you want an orgy club?" Linda asked.

"Not exactly. But think about it. Gay guys have a sense of fashion. They know how to do male grooming and other things about their bodies that straight guys don't necessarily care about. Like the whole enema thing, or shaving pubes. Then there's the whole who is better at blowjobs conundrum. Gay guys or girls."

"Gay guys," both Robyn and Kyle said at the same time.

"That ends that conundrum," I laughed. "What else would this group do?"

"Girls could teach straight boys about girls. Straight boys could teach gay guys how to understand straight boys and learn about sports, things like that. We could have competitions. Like blindfold a straight boy and let a girl and then a guy blow him. See if he figures out which is which. Or blindfold a gay guy and let both a girl and guy ride his cock to see if he knows the difference. Or we could teach each other about fucking, eating pussy, etc. Anything you're curious about, we talk about openly and experiment with. Each week we have a different topic and only announce it when the meeting starts from ideas put into a hat."

"Still sounds like an orgy club to me," Linda replied. "Plus with this group it's would hardly be something new. We're pretty open about everything."

"Yeah, but what if we made an official club and recruited more people. The `gay/straight mythbusters organization' GSMO" Nate suggested.

"Gismo?" I laughed. "You want to call the club Gismo? I'm in. Who's blowing me first?"

"Oh! Me! Pick me!" Tripp said excitedly as the steam room entourage emerged and came to join us. By looking at their faces I had no idea who did what to whom, but I assumed it was a success as they'd been in there a while.

"No, not like that kind of sex," Nate laughed. "It should be more informative. Like teaching how to give a good blowjob. Two gay guys do it and show everyone how it's done. Then girls pick a gay guy and practices and when they have it figured out, they try it on a straight boy. Like a before and after session to see if it improves. The same with fucking. A straight boy shows a gay guy how to use a pussy and then the gay guy gets to try it. Same with anal. I know that a lot of guys think it hurts to get fucked, yet the prostate is supposed to be really an erotic zone for a guy. What if the gay guys show straight guys how to do it so it doesn't hurt, then when girls want to get kinky, we don't freak out. Plus we can show girls how to take it in the back door as well."

"I'm not getting fucked up the ass," Kent said quickly.

"See that's the point, Kent. If you tried it...hell if every straight boy tried it, and found out they liked it. There wouldn't be this gay stigma around it and we'd all be closer to being equal."

"I hear what you're pitching," Tripp said. "and I'm receiving loud and clear! And speaking of receiving. Any straight boys need to practice their fucking skills?"

"Jesus Tripp. You just got fucked. How about you pitch and someone else receives, since you're a total bottom," Nate suggested.

Tripp pouted. "I don't like this club already."

"I don't know about others, but I'd like to know more about my prostate and how it makes sex more enjoyable," Nate continued.

"So you want some guy to fuck you up the ass?" Kent asked bluntly.

"No, I want to learn about anal sex. If a girl with a strapon wants to show me and knows how, then that's cool too, but gay guys do this all the time and who better to learn from? If we just see it as learning about your bodies and not about gay or straight sex, then the club would be a hit."

"Yeah, no shit. Greeks have been doing this for thousands of years," Rory added. "They were called ORGIES!" He laughed. "Okay Nate. It's your idea, bend over and someone will fuck you. That should end the whole Gismo club."

"See that's what I'm talking about. You see it as gay sex. I'm suggesting we demystify it and learn why each person likes sex the way they do. Some have kinks that turn them on, others like same sex, other like opposite sex, some like anything. Let's learn from each other. Who's in?"

Several hands went up immediately. I waited to see who was eager before I finally put my hand up. The last ones to put their hands up were Kent and Cameron. The new guy seemed eager as his hand went up with the first group. My guess is he was a virgin and just liked the idea of having sex. He'd probably shot his load in his swim suit already.

I had no idea if this club was going to go ahead or not as it sounded like a seriously fucked up sex club is all, but I'd at least be part of something from the beginning and not joining in the middle like the rest of my life seemed to be right now. Who knows, maybe I'd figure out if I like guys or girls for real. Fuck a few of each and see which I like. This could be good for me.

The group eventually said they had to be going and I offered to drive Nate, Kent and Rory home, and asked Kyle if I could borrow his truck.

"Sure, but you know you have a whole garage full of vehicles you can use, right?"

"I would, but Colin's not here and I wouldn't feel right taking one of his vehicles without permission."

"They're yours as well. Colin doesn't mind if any of us use any vehicle. The only one who can't is Blake, for obvious reasons."

"It still wouldn't feel right. I promise to come back as soon as I drop the guys off." I figured maybe he was worried I'd take off with his truck and never be seen again, but he never hesitated as he threw me the keys. I dropped Nate off first, followed by Kent, strategically leaving Rory until last. "So are you and Robyn together?"

"No, why?"

"Just wondering. Saw you and her go into that foam room and didn't come out for a while. I've learned that if it's not the kids in there, it's usually a sex room. Seems like you two were getting along. So did you get with her?"

"Yeah. If a girl wants to make out, I'm not going to refuse," he grinned. "She likes you too. You should tap that."

"I thought I was supposed to be gay?" I laughed as I held up my left hand and showed him my ring. "Married and all."

"Hasn't stopped you before."

"Before the accident, you mean?"

"Yeah. Hell even I have to admit you give good head."

"Let em guess. You and I have had sex too?" I said not really surprised. I honestly think I have had sex with everyone regardless of who they are. I wonder if anyone I've ever met hasn't gotten laid by me.

"No, just a blowjob."

"And that's not sex?"

"Nah. It's just head. I think sex is when you do kissing and fucking and stuff like that. You know, where you're both naked and really going at it," he clarified.

"And we haven't done that?"

"Nope. You just gave me a blowjob. That's it."

"Okay. So how does that help me get Robyn?" I asked slightly confused at how we got from me tapping her pussy to giving him a blowjob.

He laughed. "It doesn't. I'm just saying that you should go after her if you want. Never stopped you before your accident, so it shouldn't stop you now."

"From what I've learned so far, I never really did girls before. Just guys and apparently they're easy to get. You just ask if they want a blowjob or a rimming or to check my prostate and the next thing you know you're bent over the edge of a bed in some stranger's house being fucked stupid."

"So which do you prefer now, boys or girls?"

"I should say girls, but I've been having fun just learning who I am again. Sex is fun, but I think there has to be more to life than just that. I mean don't get me wrong, I like it, I just don't think it should be all I am. There has to be more than that."

"Agreed. But I'm not turning sex down if it comes my way. Hell Robyn offered me a three-way with her and Linda today. That would be so hot. Especially watching two chicks go at it."

"Yeah, every guys fantasy. That's for sure." I agreed and then shuddered at the thought of watching girls eat out each other's pussies. That would give me nightmares, but watching them kiss and play with each other's boobs would be hot. I'd even be into watching Rory fuck them.

"Yeah, but it comes with a big condition that I'm not sure I can do," he admitted.

"Like what? You have to marry one when you're done?" I laughed.

He grinned. "No. I'll tell you, but it has to stay between you and me okay?"

"Sure, whatever," I said trying to sound nonchalant.

"Promise me, okay."

"I promise. What's the condition?" I asked already knowing, but playing along.

"She said I only get sex with her and Linda if she gets to watch me with a guy first. Something about it being one of her fantasies that she loves to see."

I laughed. "Chicks! God, sometimes they can be kinkier than guys. What did you tell her? No thanks. I'll go find two other chicks?"

"I didn't tell her anything. I'd just finished fucking her so I wasn't that horny anymore. What would you do if you were me?"

"Not a fair question. I've had sex with guys and I didn't find it that bad. They sure know how to make you cum. Girls are all teeth and fingernails. Plus I've had a couple three-ways. One with two guys and a girl and one with two girls." I wasn't sure the sex with Daniella in the club was a true three-way, but in my mind it qualified.

"Wow. Before or after your accident?"

"After. I don't know who I did before."

"God, how do you get laid so easily? It takes me forever to find a chick willing to put out."

"From what I've been able to determine so far is that it comes down to three factors. First I'm a triplet which seems to be a fantasy for getting laid, second I have a bigger dick than most, and third, that I'm supposedly gay. I think the gay thing gets me more guys than I'd want, especially with point one and two, but it also seems to attract girls for some reason."

"Maybe they try to convert you back to straight?"

"I dunno. But I can't throw a stone without hitting someone that wants to have sex with me."

"Well, I think the fact you are good looking with blonde hair and mega rich doesn't hurt either," he added.

"I'll bet you could just go up and ask someone to have sex and if they said no, you could offer to bribe them and keep upping the offer until they said yes."

"Except, I'm not the rich one. Colin is. But people don't drop their morals and values for money. That would just be wrong."

"Just for the record, I'm pretty sure you're rich too. I'd check into that if I were you. As far as I know you're a millionaire. And trust me, people will do things they wouldn't normally do for the right amount of money."

"What about you?"

"What about me what?" He asked.

"Would you give up your ethics for money?"

"Are you hitting on me Justin?" He grinned.

"No, not at all. Like I said I don't have money. I was just curious. Like that offer you got from Robyn. Would you do a guy to get the fantasy of a three-way with another chick? Wouldn't that be similar to a bribe with money? You be changing your morals to get something you really wanted."

"I suppose."

"So would you do it?"

"I dunno. I was curious about getting head from a guy, so when you and I did it, the place and mood was right, so I gave in, but I'm not sure I'd want to give one back or fuck or get fucked by a dude. That's a long way out of my comfort zone."

"That's what I used to think prior to being stuffed up the pooper like they were trying to unclog a toilet."

"Gross analogy, dude. If that's your best pickup line, epic fail!"

"Yeah, sorry about that. Wasn't really thinking. Just saying that the prostate seems to be like a magic button on guys to make us cum. Girls don't know where it is any more than we know where their G-spot is, or those other bits we're supposed to find. If I need to blow a load in a few seconds, I'd get a guy to do me. If I want a long sex session with kissing and cuddling and romance, I'd ask a chick and finish with me fucking her."

"Sounds like you've been working it all out," he smirked.

"Trying to justify sex with guys I think. So you gonna go do a guy to get multiple girls?"

"I dunno. Seems like a stretch just to get two chicks, although she did make me another offer where she'd get me five girls and we'd spend the entire weekend together having sex. Me and five chicks. Now that's a straight boys fantasy."

"What do you have to do for that? Kill someone?"

"No. She wants her own fantasy out of it."

"Like what? I thought her fantasy was to see two guys do it."

"One of her fantasies is that. The other is...and don't freak out of anything...but she wants to see me have a four-way with you and your brothers."

"Great. You got a delusional chick. As if I'm going to have sex with Jason and J.P. while she watches. It's bad enough when we're all naked together. I have no idea if I'm looking at them or a reflection of myself in some weird mirror."

"She wants me in there too. She wants me totally used by triplets."

"Where did you find this one? Go to a gay bar, pretend your gay and the girls will trip over themselves to have sex with you. Seems to work for me."

"You gonna be my date to the gay bar?" He asked batting his eyelashes seductively.

"Sure, right after you buy me dinner and suck my cock. Or do you suck my cock first and then take me to dinner? I'll ask Kyle and get back to you," I laughed. "I know how to solve your dilemma. Let's go to your bedroom and I'll fuck you. That should take care of it, and when you can walk again, you'll know whether you want a three war or five way or no way."

"I'm good right now," he replied. "Just thinking about it, but maybe your way is better. Find other girls who are into three-ways, or pretend to be gay. You'll have to teach me how to do it properly."

"Sure, right after I re-learn it myself," I laughed, and on that note we parted company. I can't believe he told me about Robyn's offer. I was so weirded out by it, yet curiously fascinated. It would be like doing myself to have sex with J.P. and Jason. Then there's the whole how do you pitch the scenario to them so they don't try to drown me like the runt of the litter. It was like one of those TV shows where one person wants a favor from someone, but they want something in return and then the next people want something and before you know it you have 20 things to set up just to get what you wanted in the first place, only to find out that the original thing you wanted wasn't as good as you imagined.

End of Chapter.

Will Justin get his memory back? Will there be a GISMO club and why would they want one? Is Blake's party going to be an epic sex party or a gigglefest of boy dares? What should Justin, Jason and J.P. do for their birthday? How long will it be before someone blows smoke up Justin's ass... Guess you have to wait to find out. Next chapter coming soon. Comments still welcome at outinwest@gmail.com . If you're reading on Nifty, remember to donate to help keep their site operating and free. If you're reading in the car on the way to work, for god's sake man put down the tablet, take your hand off your cock and watch the road. Driving with your boner is NEVER a good idea. It's really not...