The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 166

Kurt called me and said that he'd had a chance to talk to Lonny and found out that his straight friend was really serious about his rape fantasy being a fun way to have sex for the first time. Neither of us could understand that, but hey, who were we to argue with a boy who had a kinky side. Kurt said he even tried to talk him out of it and just go get a girlfriend, but Lonny was so focused on this idea of forced sex that he wouldn't do his first time any other way. We decided it was time to help him lose his virginity and got together, without him, to make plans. It was actually the finale of `Blurred Lines' that night but we'd promised Blake we'd record it and watch it together with him. He'd made us promise and pinky swear that we'd wait for him, so the PVR was going to capture it for his return from camp.

At first the guys thought it should be simple like grabbing him in a back alley, tying him up and making him have sex, but after we got talking we decided to make it more fun and get everyone involved. My initial idea of setting up a camping trip with Kurt, Patrick and Lonny, and then have escaped convicts show up and take all three hostage, seemed to go over well with the guys. We built on it from there with the idea that once we had captured' all three guys, and got them tied up and blindfolded, we'd let Kurt and Patrick go so they could help us. I liked this idea as we could do lots with it, like drag him to the water and threaten to drown him, or put cold metal on his chest and pretend it was a knife. We could make him believe we were doing something equally as bad to Kurt or Patrick while he was blindfolded. Lonny was going to get his fantasy and it would either jump start his sex life, or give him PTSD where he neither had sex nor went camping ever again. He had been quite graphic in his original email about what he wanted, and I made sure that all participants read it so that they knew how kinky his mind really was. Kurt was still a bit shocked that Lonny would want to do this, while others, like Kyle and Chance were excited to create their characters to make it feel as real as possible. Most of the details had been worked out and we decided to make sure everyone knew their roles by doing a quick run through. We made sure we knew when to put on and take off our masks, as well as Lonny's. That rehearsal inevitably led to an afternoon of sex. We gave Kurt some of Lonny's roles when we needed a stand-in. It seemed only appropriate since he was the only straight boy in the room. When it got to the part where were would fuck Lonny in the actual scenario, Kurt would only let us simulate it with him. Big chicken shit. It's not like he hadn't been fucked before, but maybe he wasn't ready to give up his straight boy status in front of everyone. Maybe I'd have to have a private dress rehearsal with him later. Both Kurt and Patrick would initially be part of the abductees', but after Lonny was blindfolded, we'd let them participate until it was time to let Lonny in on the whole thing.

Maybe I have this sadistic side as I seemed hardest when we were practicing throwing the guys to the ground and threatening them. Hope I don't turn into some super villain. The Evil Captain Bondage! With what we had planned we needed an activity where the boys wouldn't be missed for a couple of days and where we could make Lonny feel that this was real, so the camping trip was perfect. Kurt, Patrick and Lonny would leave Friday night to trek up to an area up by the lake that Alex and I used to visit. It was usually pretty secluded and we'd been able to skinny dip there a few times without getting caught. If by some chance someone did pass by, we could drag the guys (by their hair...I added that part) into the tent until the coast was clear again. I loaned them our lightweight 6 man tent which was portable enough to carry, but large enough to get lots of people in if we needed to. By the time Friday rolled around everyone knew their roles and what our game plan was. Everyone except Lonny, who was totally clueless, but as a straight boy that usually goes without saying anyway. Sometimes fantasies and reality are worlds apart, and I hope we don't do such a good job that we scare Lonny beyond his fantasy. I was actually looking forward to seeing how Kurt was going to handle the whole thing, since he was the only other straight boy in our group. He said he'd do a good job of reacting properly. I couldn't wait to see what that meant.

We didn't tell Kurt and Patrick exactly when we would begin, so at least there would be some element of real surprise, but they knew what to from that point on though. The premise was that we had just robbed a bank and were running from the law trying to avoid capture. We were going to use nicknames once we got going, but when we practiced we were having trouble remembering who was who, so we thought about just using our first initial. Then we realized that there were two J's and two K's, and two C's, so that wasn't as easy as it sounded and Patrick would have been Pee... He didn't like that nickname at all, so I got to be Python (for obvious reasons)...and before you think something different like I have a big mouth and can swallow things whole; or that I slither around in tall grass waiting to pounce on unsuspecting people; it's not! It's because I have a big dick. They didn't say that, but we all know that's why I got my name. J.P. was Fry. French...fry! Ryan was X or X man. We were gonna call him triple X for his role in porn, but he didn't think that was cool enough. Chance was Lucky. Simple enough. Kyle was Hawk because of his paragliding and piloting stuff. I wanted to call him Glider, but was overruled as usual. We originally thought of calling Colin, Bill, for billionaire, but none of us liked that, so we came up with Cash', which sounded much better. Patrick was Switch, as in switch hitter as he played for both sides. Kurt was Mack (short for mechanic). Both Ben and Troy had been invited, but they said that unfortunately they had other plans for the day. Too bad as I wanted to call Ben squeaker. Mainly because of the little squeak he gives as he first gets penetrated. Not all the time, but enough to make me laugh. We were set and had all agreed to make Chance our leader' as we figured his voice wouldn't be as recognizable as the rest of us. We had all been practicing with different accents and Chance was pretty good at a South African one. I guess he'd been listening to Troye Sivan a little too much. Chance was the lead actor and we all had supporting roles. I hope I win an Oscar for this performance, or a Brandon, or a Marco. Any cute guy would do as an award.

Patrick, Kurt and Lonny headed out to camp around supper time on Friday, and Patrick sent me a text when they were all set up. The rest of us had decided among ourselves to show up super early on Saturday morning and scare the crap out of them before they had woken up. Everyone stayed at the house Friday night and you'd be shocked to know that we didn't have sex at all. We just kept adding to our plan for the next day. That night I had the most wicked dream and could almost envision a life on the run, raping and pillaging the locals. Not sure what pillaging is exactly, but in my mind it sounds sexual, so I'm going with that. I'd pillage their cocks as I raped their asses? Colin got the reward of some of my dream as I woke up insanely horny and lay on top of him and fucked him stupid. I may have woken him up out of his own aggressive dream as he flipped me onto my back and drilled the hell out of my ass, almost more forcefully than I'd done him. We'd have to have more dreams like that, although we really should buy a padded headboard. I think I may have a concussion from all the times he slammed me against it. At the very least I have several very large bumps. He made up for it by kissing me for half an hour as we fucked. Damn I love him. I hope than when I'm 70, I still want sex with him. I just hope we don't fall asleep during it, or that my teeth fly out while I'm being pounded hard. Could you imagine giving a blowjob and lifting off his cock to find your teeth still clamped to his dick, and having to go back down on him to get them back? That could be traumatizing. Watersports would take on a whole new meaning if I had to wear adult diapers. Okay, gross. I'm over sex now.

We were up before the sun, which I didn't even know was a thing, but it exists trust me...or Google it. We had a large breakfast, and as we were eating, Troy and Ben strolled out of his apartment and joined us. Ben hadn't been around much since he moved in as he was always off with friends, or still hanging out at the Academy. Considering he moved in with us to get more privacy than he could get in the dorms, it seemed he spent more time there now than when he lived there. But he definitely had privacy. I almost forgot that he now lived with us. I guess a 15 year old with unlimited freedom has fun with it while it's new to him.

"Oh? So are you two a thing?" Kyle asked teasing them as they were both still naked.

"Not a boyfriend thing. Just a benefits thing," Troy replied. Ben just looked a bit embarrassed at being called out in front of everyone. They ate breakfast with us and listened to our plans before we had to leave and make our way to the lake area. I was really beginning to get into my role of a robber on the run from the law as we snuck through the forest winding our way to the lake. I just hoped nothing bashed me on the head again like when I pretended to be Triton, or I'd be Python for a while and probably rob several banks before I got my memory back. We even agreed to call each other by our new names as soon as we left the car in the parking lot to make it seem more real. After all, this may be Lonny's fantasy, but we could all have fun too.

"Cash! How much we get from the heist bro?"

"Shut up Justin. Wait until we get to the camp," Colin laughed.

"Rude! You better not be thinking of cutting me out of my share Cash. Me and the boys did just as much work as you. And dude! No using real names or we'll have to kill the hostages and go completely off the grid. Come on, how much we get? I gotta have funds for my old lady and the new baby. They deserve a good lifestyle. No more living in old motels and scrounging food from welfare."

"You're weirder than Lonny, you know that?" Colin replied just not getting into this at all.

"Hawk, you go any idea how much we scored? Did you make sure we didn't grab the bundled bills with the dye packs and only took the loose bills from the drawers and safe?"

"Yeah Python, I only grabbed the loose bills," Kyle chuckled. At least one of us was getting into it. "I did my part. Did you remember to leave the getaway car on the old logging road at the fisherman's shack?"

"What? No you said to leave the car on the old fisherman's road at the logger's shack. Damn it Hawk, now we're walking to our hideout." I was about to say more but, J.P. put his fist up to tell us to stop. It was definitely an effective signal as I was walked right into it. He almost broke my nose. I stopped.

"Shit, sorry, bro. That was our hand signal to stop. We're getting close to the camp. You okay?"

"I'll live, but next time, maybe just say stop. We're not Navy Seals, and hand signals only work if you tell us what they are ahead of time."

Our plan was about to get under way. We put our masks on and prepared for the action to begin. I don't know how anyone could ski in these things, I can barely breathe in it. Then when we were ready, we went dark. That's covert speak for we kept quiet as we approached their tent. There wasn't a sound coming from inside, but that would change soon. The four of us gathered around the entrance and Chance had his replica gun out. We bought it at the spy store, but had to paint the end black as they sell them with orange tips now. How dumb is that if you're trying to pretend it's a real gun? I dropped to one knee and put my hand up in a fist copying J.P. to signal the guys to stop and be quiet, but since I was behind them, no one stopped. Kyle put his hand on the entrance zipper and slowly undid it until we could see inside. The boys were spread out in the tent with plenty of space between them. Typical straight boys. Gay guys slept right up against each other, if not with each other. Why waste body heat...or morning boners? Kyle pulled the zipper further up and noticed Patrick move his head to look at us and smile, before lying back down. The zipper was opened the rest of the way and we moved back for Chance to take over.

We turned on our flashlights and our game was under way. "Well, what do we have here guys? I bunch of faggots in a tent. Hello Boys!" Chance said in a loud booming South African accent, shining his light on them. All three guys woke up instantly, with Lonny and Kurt sitting up almost in shock at the rude awakening. The tent was large enough that we could stand completely upright in it, so there was plenty of room at the door for a couple of us.

"Uhhh, what do you want?" Kurt asked.

"Just needing a place to lie low for a while and we came across your tent. No idea it had a few pretty little girls in it. You got any food and water?"

"Uh... out in the cooler, and up in the bear bag," he replied stammering. Not a bad job of acting so far.

"X, you and Fry go get the food. I think we can use these faggots as hostages if we need them."

"Lucky, why don't we just keep going? The cops will be looking for us now and it won't take long to track us here if they use dogs," Kyle said trying to sound all anxious and changing his voice like the rest of us. He had chosen to use a southern American accent. Maybe he thought that sounded tougher than a west coast Canadian accent...if that's a thing. J.P. just reverted back to his strong French accent. I was thinking of maybe going British, but that hardly sounds intimidating. Pip, pip, how about a cuppa before we shag these lads and throw them in the lorry for a trip to the moors? See, not really scary at all. But I do have to spend more time at our castle over there. I found a lot of them go out for fags, and I figured if I were around at the right time some of them might come out for me.

"Nah, we'll take a break here, Hawk. We'll have something to eat and drink, and decide what we're going to do with these three. We don't want them running to get help and telling cops which way we went."

"We wouldn't say anything. We don't even know who you are," Patrick remarked.

"And that's the way we're going to keep it, and what the fuck are you wearing?" Chance asked Patrick as he could see a pyjama shirt.

"Pyjamas," he replied.

"Seriously, how old are you 6? Who the fuck wears pyjamas to bed?"

"They're flannel. They're comfortable and warm for camping."

"I was wrong boys. It's not a tent of faggots, it's a tent of lesbians. Flannel in the middle of summer," Chance said teasing Patrick. He turned to yell out to the other guys. "X, Fry! You got that fucking food yet. You gotta get back here and check out the lesbian."

"Oui, right here, Lucky," J.P. said in his strong French accent and deeper than normal. Guess he was trying to act all gangster.

"Dump it out and let's see what we got. Python, cover the hostages. One of them so much as sneezes, shoot them."

Chance handed me his gun and I aimed it at the boys. The look on Lonny's face went from one of shock and puzzlement at being woken up like this, to one of instant fear. Kurt and Patrick were also doing a good job of acting scared too. I heard the cooler and bag being dumped on the ground and looked over as the guys rummaged through the stuff.

"Nice selection boys. This will do nicely. Hawk, Python, drag that lesbian out here. I want some entertainment with my breakfast. Nothing funnier than those fucking pyjamas."

Kyle and I reached in the tent and grabbed the bottom of Patrick's sleeping bag to find his ankles and dragged him, and his bag, out of the tent quickly as he yelled for us to stop. We hauled him out in between us all. "Let's see the rest of the look. Unzip the bag." Kyle knelt down and unzipped the sleeping bag to reveal that Patrick was wearing the matching flannel lounge pants as well. I tried hard not to laugh. This had been pre-arranged, but he still looked silly. "Give me those zip straps that we used at the bank. I don't feel like having to watch him to make sure he doesn't escape while we eat."

J.P. handed the straps to him as Chance grabbed Patrick's hands and tied them together before moving to do his feet. "There that should hold him until we decide our next move. You always wear pyjamas to bed, lesbian?"

"No, only when I'm camping. I sleep naked at home, and I'm not a lesbian."

"You're a lesbian if I say you're a lesbian. I'll bet your Mommy brushes your hair and tucks you in at night with a teddy bear," Chance said in his baby voice. "Let's see if he's bullshitting. Take his pyjamas off."

"I'm not wearing anything underneath," Patrick complained.

"So? You sleep naked at home right? You should be used to being naked, or are you just full of shit, fag? Strip him!"

"Ummm, Lucky... We've tied him up already how do we get his clothes off? Do we even need to?" Kyle asked pretending to be stupid.

"Cut them off. Act like a guy, not a sniveling bitch. No wonder I have to do everything around here. If I left this heist up to you idiots, we'd be having coffee and doughnuts with the bank employees. Instead, we have a couple hundred thousand and made a clean getaway. Now strip the stupid lesbian and let's see her pussy. Let me show you how it's done."

Chance pulled out his knife, went over to Patrick and cut each button off his shirt one at a time. I grinned as I noticed him take hold of Patrick's bulge. Of course the guys in the tent couldn't see anything, but we were talking loud enough for them to hear. I'm sure Lonny was ready to pee himself and we had barely started. Once he had the front of the shirt open he cut the sleeve and then loudly tore it off. He made a point of doing a lot of ripping.

"That's how you get clothes off, boys. Now get rid of those pyjama bottoms and let's see her pussy. My guess is she wears P.J.'s every night to keep her Huggies in place. Kyle took the knife and I helped him rip the pants off, leaving Patrick lying on his sleeping bag completely naked. He had a hard on already, but we weren't at that point in the script yet. "Check it out boys, little faggot hasn't gone through puberty yet. Not a pube to be seen, and with a dick that size he may actually be a lesbian. It's obvious his balls haven't even dropped."

"It's just cold out," Patrick said trying to sound depressed and scared, while unnecessarily defending his manhood as he stuck his tongue out and wiggled his erection at us.

"Tell yourself whatever makes you feel better peewee. Fuck I've seen actual lesbians with more between their legs than this bitch. I haven't been laid in a couple of days, maybe I'll try it out her nice pink pussy," he laughed almost maniacally. "Okay, enough of this. Cover him up, I don't need to be looking at that thing between his legs while I eat. I'll show you what a real man's dick looks like later cunt, but now I want food, and I don't want to be wearing these masks. Cut his shirt into strips and blindfold him. Then go tie up those other two and make sure they're blindfolded as well. If either of them fight you, put a bullet in him and we'll bury the body later."

We cut the shirt into three strips and blindfolded Patrick first. Kyle and Ryan went into the tent as I watched from the door. They blindfolded both guys. Then they unzipped the two sleeping bags and roughly flipped the guys onto their sides to zip tie their hands behind their back. Both of them were in t-shirts and underwear. "Let's tie them together too," Ryan suggested so they yanked the guys close together and used another zip tie to secure them to each other. In this position their hands were basically touching each other's butts. I almost wanted to be tied up like that. It was giving me a chubby. As we returned to the rest of the group, we removed the blindfold from Patrick and cut off his ties. He pulled a shirt on and sat up in his sleeping bag without saying a word. He gave us the thumbs up as we sorted out food. We of course shared the food with Switch' (Patrick) as we went about having breakfast. After about 15 minutes of us eating and talking about the robbery' and the getaway, there would be no doubt in Lonny's mind that we were dangerous.

"Dude, that fucking teller chick, I thought she was going pierce your ear drums with that shrieking when you ripped her panties off. Nice touch shoving them in her mouth to shut her up. I'm sure the rest of the bank thought you were murdering her," Ryan said to Chance.

"Yeah, with her behind the counter like that, they couldn't see shit. Fuck she was a good piece of pussy though."

"Dude, with that big cock of yours no wonder she was screaming," Kyle said to him with a smile.

"You were checking out my dick? Fuck dude, that's so not cool."

"Kinda hard not to. I had her legs held back and you whipped it out in front of me. All I can say is that bitch is gonna walk funny for a week. Good thing you used a condom though. No leaving DNA in her that way."

"I'm not stupid, but I was so fucking horny and she had one hot snatch, and did you see the size of those fun bags once I got them out. She made me cum so hard I wouldn't mind taking another ride on that."

"Just take a ride on one of these bitches. I hear that faggot boys have tighter cunts than chicks."

"I've heard that too. Might be fun to rip into them before we leave," Chance (Lucky) remarked.

Colin pulled me aside and we went over beside the tent where we were out of earshot of the other guys, but we knew that the guys inside could hear us. I'd been practicing with a different voice in case Lonny recognized me. "Dude, this is a little intense. Why are we kidnapping these guys? Let's just get the fuck out of here. The longer we stick around, the more they can identify us. Lucky is talking about wasting these dudes, but I'm not into that. It's bad enough that if we get caught were doing 15 years for robbery and rape. I don't want to be in there for multiple murders."

"We didn't rape anyone. All we did was take money. Lucky is the one who did all the gun waving and raping. You know what he's like. Once he gets that cock out, his brain shuts down."

"Yeah, but we'll all go down with him, and I really don't feel like being locked up forever."

"I agree. But did you see how cute these guys are? Maybe we can convince Lucky not to kill them. I wouldn't mind having sex with them," I said trying to remember our entire script. I'd never make a good actor, as I almost wanted to call out for my lines.

"Bro, shut up! If Lucky finds out you're gay, he's gonna put a bullet in you first. You know he hates that shit. You remember what he did at the bar when that frat boy hit on him. He almost killed him."

"Yeah, that was intense. But Lucky is cute. I'd even hit on him if I didn't think he'd kill me. I'd love to let him fuck me."

"Don't say shit like that. I know you're my brother and everything, but saying shit like that still grosses me out. No offense."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything around Lucky. I just want to get our money and get out of here. You and me can go to Costa Rica or something," I said grinning at Colin reminding him of our actual vacation plans. "I don't want to wait around here for the cops to catch up."

"Just let him have his fun and go along for now. You know he's a total psycho. He should run for president or something he's so unstable," he remarked. "But he doesn't want to get caught either as he's not about to give up seeing girls for the next 15 years. Personally I'd rather die than end up being someone's bitch inside."

"Dunno. That sounds like the best part of going to prison," I joked quietly keep my voice deeper with a touch of an accent that was somewhere between a Chinese Russian American Swede, but loud enough for the guys inside the tent to hear. "Not that I plan on getting caught, but I've got a plan that should prove we can be just as crazy as he is, and maybe take some control back," I said trying to sound like I was planning a coup.

"How?"

"That dude he stripped. Let's flip him over and have his two buddies fuck the hell out of him. I'll bet Lucky gets so horny that he'll want to fuck one of them as well. You know what he's like when he needs to get laid. Might be good practice if we ever get caught and go to prison. I'd rather be the fucker than the fuckee, wouldn't you?"

"I'd rather be dead than in prison...period," Colin (Cash) replied.

"If we get caught, none of us will be having straight sex for a long long time. Plus we have these boys tied up, I'm kinda looking for a little fun and I'd love to bone a couple, maybe suck some dick."

"You're so weird. With a cock the size of yours, you'll split those little fuckers in half. Hawk thinks Lucky has a big dick. Wait till he sees yours."

I laughed. "You can all stare at my shit all you want. If you got it flaunt it."

"Maybe a little less flaunting of it around the house would be nice, little bro. Last time I came home and you were fucking my buddy on the kitchen table, I can't unsee that. Plus, I eat off that."

"I ate off that too, don't worry. Wait, were you talking about the guy or the table? Sounds like jealousy to me," I grinned. "But I'm fucking that little cunt out there before we leave here, and if he has a big dick I'll want to find a way to ride it. You can do what you want. Watch, don't watch, I don't give a shit. Personally I'd like to fuck them all then shove my cock down their throats and watch them gag on it, but it's gotta sound like Lucky's idea. You saw the way he took that chick in the bank. He raped the shit out of her and I think he totally got off on it. We should get back," I said to end our `covert' conversation.

We headed back to the group. Chance (Lucky) turned to look at us as we arrived and smiled. We had successfully terrorized Lonny in the tent now for sure. "Where have you two been? Holding each others dicks while you peed?"

"Sure Lucky, that's what we're doing. Brothers helping each other out. You have a sick mind sometimes. Thought I heard something. Turns out it was just a couple raccoons. We done here yet?"

"Almost. Gotta decide what we're doing with these faggots," Chance said looking at Patrick and blowing him a kiss.

"I say we just tie them to a tree and let's get the fuck out of here," Ryan suggested. "We could take their clothes and bury all their shit, so they won't follow us."

"If you're going to that extreme, why not just bury them along with their shit?" Kyle asked.

"No way dude. I'm not going to go down for murder," Colin replied. "They haven't seen our faces. Just tie them up in their tent, make sure they're gagged and let's get the fuck out of here. The longer we wait, the more chance we have of being caught."

"Fuck, will you pussies relax," Chance said quickly. "They can't track us. Why do you think we walked up the creek? Dogs can't track our scent that way. They'll be following the trail north and we turned and headed east. We can hang here for a while. Maybe get some sleep. Oh wait, we're all out of pyjamas," he laughed as he made fun of Patrick. "How's Mama's boy doing over there?"

We all looked at Patrick who was sitting in his sleeping back having breakfast. He smiled and gave us the thumbs up and licked his lips. "I have to pee," he said in response.

"So piss yourself. What do we care?" Chance replied snarkily.

"Come on. That's not cool. You woke us up before we had a chance to take a leak."

"Fine. Fry, X, get those other two out here. If we decide to stay here longer we might need their sleeping bags and I don't want to be sleeping in their piss."

J.P. and Ryan went and dragged Kurt and Lonny out of the tent on their sleeping bags. You guys need a piss like your lesbian friend here?"

"Yes, sir," Kurt replied politely as Lonny just nodded in agreement.

"Separate them and cut their feet loose. Hawk and Python, keep the gun on them and if they do something stupid, put a bullet in them." Kyle and I cut the zip ties holding them together as well as the ones binding their feet. They quickly moved apart to stretch out.

"Take them over there towards the creek. We don't need the whole camp smelling of piss," Chance said to us.

We took the guys a slight distance from the camp so they were near the water. Patrick wasn't bound in anyway, but of course Lonny didn't know that. "Okay hurry up. Take your piss," Ryan said firmly.

"Uh, a little help. You either need to free our hands or take our dicks out. We can't exactly do anything with our hands tied behind our back," Kurt commented.

"Fry, take their dicks out," Ryan said to J.P.

"You take their dicks out. I'm not doing that," he whined, sounding almost convincing.

"Christ, just yank their underwear down," I said sounding exasperated as I went behind Kurt and yanked his shorts to his ankles and then did the same thing to Lonny. "Now piss and hurry the fuck up." This was our first chance to see Lonny naked and it wasn't his best reveal that's for sure. He was so scared he had a limp dick with a full bush of pubes that made it look even smaller. Fortunately he wasn't one of those guys that has pubes that take over his entire crotch area, but compared to Kurt and Patrick who trimmed them nice and short and kept their balls smooth, Lonny looked like a caveman. He was circumcised, but he didn't have the type of dick you'd stop and take a second look at if you were walking by it. Like we say in the gay world, it's not a jaw dropper...or is that `jaw breaker'. Either way, in its current state it's an appetizer, not an entrée. Maybe when we got him hard, it'd be better. His ass was nice and smooth though and being a virgin, I had a feeling he was going to be extra tight. I made a note to add shaving him to our activities today. I went quietly over to Patrick, who was completely untied standing next to Lonny and took hold of his dick. He smiled and just stuck his tongue out at me. I stuck my own tongue out and touched it to his. Kyle and Ryan just shook their heads and rolled their eyes. What? I got three boys with their dicks out and you expect me to behave? I don't think so. We watched as the three of them let their morning streams flow and I used Patrick's penis to create a nice arc for him. Once he was done, I shook it to make sure he was completely drained. I went and did the same thing for Kurt who jumped when I touched him, but didn't say anything. We didn't do that to Lonny as we were still supposed to be straight guys disgusted by the idea of having to take them for a piss.

"Are you finished?" Kyle asked. The three boys mumbled a yes. "Fine. Python, pull their underwear back up. No one needs to see their tiny peckers. Guess you're regretting losing your pyjamas now, huh flannel boy?" Kyle snarled getting close to Patrick trying to sound menacing. Patrick just leaned forward and kissed him quietly on the lips. Kyle returned the kiss with a couple seconds of tongue thrown in before stepping back to continue. "Okay, get them back over to the camp."

Once we were there we pushed Kurt and Lonny back onto their sleeping bags and zip tied their legs again, but this time we didn't bother securing them too each other. "I've been thinking," Chance said as the guys returned and were being re-secured. "We'll take out some insurance that these faggots don't talk. Starting with the lesbian since he's already naked anyway. Let's get some pictures of how much he enjoys being a fag and get a list of all his contacts. Go get their phones."

I headed into the tent and rummaged through their bags, making a point to be as noisy as I could as I dumped all their shit out. "Got them!" I (Python) yelled out in my deeper voice and ran back.

"Pictures will ensure you don't go running to the cops, and now that we have your phones, we also have all your friends and contacts," Chance said. "Okay, get the lesbian on her knees." Patrick quickly got on his knees without being told. Such a team player. "Put your masks on and take off his blindfold. We need pics showing his face." Patrick wasn't wearing a blindfold, but the other two didn't know that, which also meant there was no need for us to put our mask on either. I gave the phone to Colin who took a few pictures of Patrick, being as detailed and verbal as possible to ensure Lonny knew what was happening. Of course they could hear the shutter on the camera as well so they knew pictures were being taken. "Open your mouth," Kyle instructed with a naughty smirk as he pulled a hot dog from behind his back.

Patrick complied and Kyle put the hot dog in his mouth. The rest of us laughed as he pulled it in and out and more pictures were taken. "Yeah, suck that hot dog, fag," Chance told him. "Your friends are gonna love these pics."

"Holy shit, check it out," Ryan said loudly. "He's getting a boner."

"Told you he was a fag," Chance remarked.

"Maybe he'd like the real thing. Take some pictures of this," I said as I pulled my cock out. "Open your mouth wider pansy, and if I feel any teeth, I'll pull them all out and keep going anyway." I stood in front of Patrick and pushed my cock into his mouth. He didn't waste any time sucking it. I went instantly erect and held his head.

"Jesus, Python. No one needs to see your dick. Put that thing away," Chance complained verbally while running his hand over my ass at the same time. Colin snapped a few pictures, mainly of my face and chest. He showed me he was leaving Patrick out of the shots completely. To the other two guys I'm sure it sounded like we were getting tons of incriminating pics of Patrick sucking dick. "Holy shit, I know he's a lesbian and all, but this bitch knows how to give awesome head. You guys should try it. Watch me choke him out." I pushed my dick all the way to the back of Patrick's throat which made him gag and the sound was pretty obvious. I pulled back. "Damn, he took my cock all the way down his throat. Did you guys see that?"

"Yeah, and he's gonna puke all over you," Colin laughed. "Then you're gonna have lesbian puke to clean up."

"Seriously, you gotta try it. I felt my cock go right down the back of his throat. Holy shit. I don't know any chick that can do that."

"Like you know any chicks that would suck your dick," Kyle replied giving me his version of a straight boy burn.

"Only because I'm too big for them. Not like your cocktail wienie that they handle while also having a sandwich."

"I don't even know what that means," Kyle snorted "but I'm willing to try out his throat. Who knows, maybe we find a few other fags to suck us off when we're in need if they're all this good. Make sure you get pics. I want to be able to see this later. Maybe some video." Kyle (Hawk) pulled his cock out and I smiled.

"Yeah, step up here, Hawk and let this bitch blow you. Take some pics, Cash. Just so you know, dude, we're dropboxing these pics so we can send them out if we hear just one word that you're talking to the cops. Who else wants a great blowjob?" I asked.

"Fuck this shit. Let's really have some fun with these faggots. Obviously the lesbian is enjoying it, let's see if the other two will as well," Chance said with a smile. J.P and Ryan went and pulled Lonny and Kurt onto their knees. Lonny looked terrified. We were obviously doing a very convincing job.

"Let's start with that one," Chance said pointing at Lonny. "Cut his clothes off."

We tore Lonny's t-shirt off and then cut his underwear free to leave him completely naked. I already knew he was a skinny kid to some degree after seeing him at the house when he swam with us, but when you saw him completely naked, he had potential, even with a limp dick and full pubes. His ass was nice and smooth with firm round cheeks. His pouty lips were still one of his best features and if he'd been gay, he'd be in demand for those lips alone.

Chance squatted down beside Lonny. "You ever suck the dick of a real man or just these little bitch friends of yours?"

Lonny shook his head.

"What? I can't hear you. I asked you a question," Chance repeated.

"No. I'm not gay. I've never sucked a penis. I have a girlfriend."

"Right. So you sleep in a tent in the woods with two other guys, well one guy and a lesbian, and you're not gay. Seems a little gay to me. So how many pussies you bone if you're not a fag?"

"Ummm, none. I haven't had sex yet. Please let us go. We haven't seen you, so we won't say anything."

"Thought you had a girlfriend. How can you not have boned her yet? You're lying to me. I'm betting one of these is your boyfriend and you take it up the ass every day. What's this chicks name if you have one?"

"Lindy," he said quickly.

"Check his contacts," Chance said to Colin.

"Yeah, there's a Lindy in here," he said handing it to Chance.

"Told you," Lonny said almost confidently.

"Did I ask you boy?" Chance said grabbing him by the hair a little forcefully. "Maybe we should call her and ask if you two have had sex yet and then send her some pics of you sucking dick and taking it up the ass. Or maybe a better idea; since you've got her address in here, maybe we all go over and give her a morning wake up fuck. You can watch and see how it's done."

"No, please! We promise we won't say anything to anyone. We haven't even seen who you are. We won't say anything to anyone, we promise," he begged desperately.

"You want to save your girlfriend huh? How touching. Just because you're a virgin, doesn't mean she's not out screwing half your school. Probably needs it because you're to chicken shit to pop it in her pink canoe, or maybe your dick is too small to satisfy the whoring bitch." Lonny kept quiet, and it was obvious he was trying to fight back some fear, and perhaps a few tears. "Chicks say they don't like sex as much as guys, but slam a good size cock in them and they'll be so fucking horny you won't be able to get rid of them. Same goes for fag boys. Once you break in their asses, they'll be obedient little bitches and give it up whenever you tell them to. Boys, we have an honest to goodness virgin on our hands. I say we test that ass theory out. Rip him a new one as see how long it takes before he's begging us for more."

I looked at Colin and mouthed the words `pink canoe' trying not to laugh. He just grinned and shrugged. Now I'm going to forever think of a pussy like a canoe. I may never go canoeing again.

"First you show us how good you are at sucking cock like your lesbian friend here, or we all go over and show your girlfriend how a real man fucks. All this talk of banging pussy has got me horny and I haven't been laid in a couple hours. The feel of my cock entering that bitch's sausage cave back at the bank is fresh in my mind, so you're gonna suck me off until I'm hard. Then I'm going to fuck that tight virgin ass of yours as a comparison. Just think, I'll be doing you a favour. You won't be a virgin anymore. If you're good enough to make me cum, I'll let the rest of the guys try you out. If you're no good and leave me with blue balls, then we're off to unload into your girlfriend. Maybe we'll drag her back here and keep her for entertainment for a couple days until the heat is off."

"Please don't. We won't tell anyone you're here. I swear," Lonny begged.

"That's rude boy. Didn't your mother tell you it's impolite to swear? It's also impolite to talk with your mouth full, so I don't wanna hear a word out of you while you're sucking my dick. Open up virgin." Chance unleashed his meat popsicle and moved towards Lonny. What? If he can come up with pink canoe and sausage cave, then I can come up with meat popsicle. As soon as Chance's dick touched his lips, Lonny recoiled away from him. "Hawk, Fry. Grab this virgin and hold the bitch in place. I'm not into this gay shit, but now that my dick is out, this fag is gonna suck it. Move again and I'll knock you unconscious and do it anyway," he threatened. "Now open wide and get ready to thank me for helping you lose your virginity."

He put his cock against Lonny's lips again as Kyle and J.P. held him in place. At first Lonny didn't open up but when Chance signalled to J.P. to hold his nose, he quickly opened his mouth to breathe and the cock slid straight in. You'd have thought we were giving the guy broccoli or oysters, as the look on his face said it was the worst thing he'd ever tasted. Now THAT is my definition of rude. A nice juicy twink cock coated in a béarnaise cum sauce with a red wine reduction might just be one of the best flavours on earth. Okay, I've been watching cooking shows...so sue me. Chance gave him instructions on how to suck his cock as we all watched Lonny have his first sexual experience. He was loving it so much that tears of joy were running down his face and out of his nose. Who knew a nose could cry. Only a couple of inches were making it in before he started to gag and cough and you really don't want to push it too fast as the last thing you want is a straight boy puking on you. As Chance fucked Lonny's face methodically, Ryan (X-man) announced our next part of the plan.

"Lucky, we have an idea. Before you fuck him, let's take pictures of him sucking his friends off. That should be good blackmail material."

Patrick just stuck his tongue out at Ryan and wiggled his ass at him. We all made sure not to comment or laugh.

"Now you're thinking, Fry," Chance agreed. "Get plenty pictures of them, and make sure they're all hard while doing it to show they liked it. If we get any word that they squealed to the cops, we release the pics. Nice thinking. The only squealing we want to hear is from this virgin when his pussy is being ripped open."

"If that's all you want, let Python fuck them. He's called Python for a reason," Colin told him with a grin.

"Hawk can handle that. He's got a big dick," Chance said signalling to Kyle.

"Python is bigger. I hear the girls when he brings them home. Most can barely walk home," Colin said trying to counter him. Of course Lonny and Kurt would have heard that I (Python) was actually gay from the side conversation I'd had with Colin (Cash). This was really a confusing plot so far. I was a gay guy, roleplaying a straight bank robber, who was actually a gay bank robber playing a straight bank robber. And I thought the game of Clue was confusing with who did what to who with what in which room.

"That right? You got a big dick, Python?"

"It does me just fine thanks. Get lots of complaints from the chicks that I go in too deep," I grinned as I held my package and thrust at them. "But I have a another idea too," I added as I grabbed my backpack and pulled out the body trimmer, along with the razor and shaving cream.

"Why the fuck are you travelling with that," Kyle asked.

"So we can change our look if we have to, dumbass. If they say they are looking for guys with long hair or facial hair, we can shave, but since we got the skinny kid naked, let's shave his pubes off before we take pictures. Then he'll really be embarrassed if we upload them. He'll not only be a virgin, but it'll look like he hasn't been through puberty either. Someone hold him down and I'll shave him."

Chance backed off Lonny and the rest of us threw him to the ground and the guys held him as I went to work on shaving off his pubes with the trimmer. He looked uncomfortable with his hands tied together behind his back as he lay on them. He begged me not to shave him, until J.P. shoved part of his ripped t-shirt in his mouth to shut him up.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move while I'm at your balls with a razor. You wouldn't want me to cut you would you? Doesn't matter to me either way, but I'm just not a big fan of lots of blood."

Lonny stopped moving instantly as soon as he felt the shaving cream being rubbed all over his crotch and balls. I did a pretty good job of getting rid of all his pubes and while it made his dick look bigger, it also made him look about 12 with his skinny build. I wiped away any shaving cream with some of the ripped t-shirt.

"Damn. He looks like a Ken doll," Chance laughed. "Flip him over and shave his ass so I can have a nice smooth pussy to fuck."

The guys flipped Lonny onto his stomach and grabbed his ass cheeks to pull them open, giving us all a chance to look at his virgin hole. He didn't have many ass hairs, so it only took a second to get rid of them, and about the same length of time to give me a raging boner at the thought of entering him. I made sure to press my finger against his hole as I wiped the shaving cream off. He tried to get away each time I moved over the entrance to his forbidden city. I love all these new analogies(?) similes(?) metaphors(?) we were coming up with on this trip.

Chance spoke up as I stepped back. "Hawk, you go first and open this bitch up with that big dick. Now that we've started, we might as well use these bitches to bust a nut before we leave. We don't discuss raping a couple of fags, or taking their cherries, after this though. Just a good way to see if their pussies are tighter than chicks."

"I'm more interested in getting as far away from here as possible before we're surrounded by half the cops in the province," Ryan replied quickly, meanwhile getting obviously harder and harder at the thought of boning Lonny.

"You're such a wimp, X-man. This is a good place to take a break and we can have live entertainment while we catch our breath. Someone cut the clothes off that last bitch so we can see if he has a pussy worth fucking too?"

"I got it Lucky," J.P. said using his French accent. He went over to Kurt and quickly cut his clothes off, making sure to do lots more ripping so that Lonny could hear. He also cut the zip tie off Kurt's hands and removed his blindfold. He was now as free as Patrick, leaving only Lonny tied up and secure.

Chance laughed. "Damn, my kid brother has a bigger dick...and he's 9. My pubes are longer and thicker than that. Flip them both around so we can see which pussy is gonna be best to open up."

Kurt gave Chance the finger and stuck his tongue out at him. Obviously he couldn't say anything as he was supposed to be terrified and tied up.

"Come on Lucky, this is stupid. "Let's get the fuck out of here," Ryan said trying to sound desperate.

"God, will you all stop acting like chicks. We have three of them here already, we don't need more. This bitch was useless at sucking cock, and the only good thing about the other one was the back of his throat. Felt good when I bounced off it, but they're boring the shit out of me. Take them down to the lake and wash them off. I'm not fucking some dirty slut. If you happen to leave them underwater for a little too long and they drown, just make sure you tie heavy rocks to their legs so they sink. The last thing we need is a nationwide manhunt for murder."

"As opposed to the nationwide manhunt for armed bank robbers," Ryan said out loud, sarcastically.

We all picked Lonny up and carried him to the edge of the lake where we began by dipping his toes into the cold water. He began to squirm violently and cry out from beneath the gag.

"Holy Shit! Stop moving or we're gonna drop you and I'm not into fishing you out if I do," Kyle said menacingly.

Lonny tried yelling out to him, but we couldn't understand. Ryan yanked out the gag.

"WHAT?"

"I can't swim," he lied. "Please don't put me in the lake."

We all looked at each other. I guess none of us had expected such a blatant lie to come out of him. I grinned.

"What would it matter? You're tied up. Even if you could swim, you'd still sink to the bottom. Relax. We're not planning on killing you. Just cleaning you up," I said trying to calm him down a bit. At this rate the boy would evacuate all exits of his body he was so scared. We lowered him into the water making sure to keep his head up. Then dipped him a couple more times to `clean him'. He was panicking like nothing I'd ever seen before and the other guys could see it too. If he'd been in his 40's or older I'd worry that he'd have a heart attack, but I'm pretty sure a panic attack wouldn't be all that pretty either. We carried him back to the sleeping back and dumped him on it to let him air dry. Then we pretended to take Kurt and Patrick to the water as well, which worked well to let Lonny calm down.

"Switch, get your cock out and gag this skinny bitch while Hawk fucks him," Chance said firmly. "Don't need him screaming so loud it attracts attention. Or if you prefer we can just kill them, bury the bodies and get the hell out of here. Personally, I'm fucking this virgin no matter what we decide to do. The rest of you whiny cunts can do whatever you want, but without me, you're all going to get caught and end up being someone's bitch boy in the grey bar hotel. Get him up on his hands and knees will ya, and someone cut those leg ties off. We need to spread him wide to get some good pictures of his cherry being popped."

None of us said a word as we cut the ties off his legs, which of course added to the drama. We repositioned Lonny so that he was on all fours with Patrick kneeling in front, allowing Lonny's head to rest on his thighs. Chance made a point of grabbing Lonny's ass and spreading the cheeks wide.

"Think you can pop that, Hawk?"

"No problem there, Lucky! Just keep him steady."

Chance pulled Lonny's legs wider and I took a quick look at our rape victim. He was crying and you could see the fear cursing throughout his entire body. He may rethink his kinky fantasies after this. Boy is gonna be so vanilla that only thing missionary he'll be doing is door to door work with the Mormons. Patrick, or `Switch', as he was nicknamed lifted Lonny's head and fed him his cock. This time Lonny didn't resist and just got on with the cock sucking, although he still didn't look like he was enjoying himself. Maybe after a few more dicks he'll acquire the taste. Just like beer. You really have to have a few before you know how much you like it. Kyle played with Lonny's ass for a bit rubbing his fingers over his hole, using lube to lightly try penetrating him and reaching between his legs to play with his balls. We had all agreed that we wanted to scare the shit out of him, but not scare him away from sex. If we did it right, he would be have been terrified during it, but once he realized it was his requested fantasy, he would realize how much he actually enjoyed it... we hoped. Colin snapped a few pictures of Patrick having his dick sucked and I could see that he was getting some good shots. Of course, we'd delete everything afterward. We were just doing this so we could show Lonny how his rape fantasy went down, but then we would get rid of it all. Once Patrick had spent a couple of minutes having his dick sucked, Chance ordered Kurt to take his place.

"Let's see how straight these douchebags really are. I'm betting that jock boy here gets so hard that he can't wait to fuck. After all, they didn't get to have their morning bumming session since we woke them up too early."

Kurt let Lonny suck his dick, but he didn't really put much effort into it, and what was a little surprising is that he didn't really get that hard. I mean when I sucked him off, he got rock hard and couldn't wait to fuck me. Maybe straight boys doing each other give off some negative pheromones that stop boners. Like how two magnets with the same polarization reject each other. Never thought of that. I'll have to do more research by getting a room full of straight boys to have sex with each other and see what happens. Maybe that's the science behind gaydar. Then suddenly Kurt pulled out of Lonny and made a break for it. Of course he didn't go far, but enough to activate our next part of the plan.

"Holy shit! Grab him!" Chance yelled as we scrambled to go after Kurt. We playfully wrestled him to the ground and pretended to beat the shit out of him. This was another award winning performance as we slapped fists against palms and Kurt yelled out as if he were being severely beaten. "Drag that bitch back here!"

We made it sound as if Kurt were being roughly dragged across the ground as he yelled and screamed the entire time. Lonny looked positively freaked out as he stayed right where he was on all fours without moving a millimeter. Kyle had grabbed a metal utensil from their stuff and placed it against Lonny's side. "You wanna make a run for it too, or should I just slam this knife through you?" Lonny just shook his head and stayed quiet. I wondered if he might have peed just a little. I know I would have.

"Are you fucking stupid, faggot? Where did you think you were going? You're naked and don't even have shoes. How far did you think you were going to get? Try that again and we won't chase you, we'll just put a few bullets through you. There is some good news though; your virgin friend isn't going to be the first one to have his pussy raped. You are! You gotta learn faggot that when you disobey me, there are consequences. Python! You wanted to put that big dick to use? Fuck this bitch, and fuck him hard. No taking it slow and easy like he's your prom date, just rape the shit out of him. Hold the cunt down so he can't run again!"

Kurt was going to have to ramp up his acting for this one. Personally I wanted to fuck him for real, but I doubted he would let me in front of everyone. His cute ass just begged for a fuck, but I guess I would just have to fake it for now. Kurt sat on the sleeping bag cross legged and I knelt down behind him and put my arms around him. He might not want to get fucked, but I could at least have some fun. I still had clothes on, but decided to at least go skin to skin, so I removed my shirt. He looked back and smiled, so I leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "You know if you let me fuck you for real, you won't have to act as hard." He just shook his head and grinned. I guess simulation is all he gets for now.

"Get ready, here is comes!" I announced as I rubbed his nipples. He swatted my hand away, but I put them right back. My cock was trying to bust out of my pants as it really wanted to get into him for real, but short of some Incredible Hulk type shit, that wasn't going to happen. Kurt cried out as he pretended to get fucked. At first, it wasn't that convincing, but then he let out a scream of pain. It might have had something to do with the titty twister I gave him. He slapped my hands again and got back into his role. "Take it out! Take it out!"

"Shut up bitch! That's what you get for trying to escape. Fuck him harder Python and someone gag this shithead," Chance barked. I hugged Kurt harder and he played along shrieking as Ryan pushed a cloth into his mouth to muffle him. After I'd done a couple more hugs, Chance spoke up again. "Okay, enough. He's gonna wake up everything in the forest, even with that gag. Next time they scream like that knock them out so we don't have to listen to it. Take your cock out and let's see if you've destroyed that ass... Nice. He's not going to be running anywhere anytime soon. Now let's get back to that virgin. I've changed my mind Hawk, I'm going first. You can ride the jock since his ass is opened up for you. I wanna pop that virgin cherry and hear him shriek like his girlfriend over there. Might even be hotter than that bitch at the bank if their pussy's are as tight as they look. The rest of you can decide who gets sloppy seconds, or which one of these cunts you want to use."

None of us said anything, as we knew the only one that we had planned on using was Lonny. "Keep him still so I can get a good thrust." Chance removed his pants and shirt to stand naked in front of all of us. With the three boys naked and now Chance, this was starting to look like our house on one of the days ending in a `y'. "See if these fags have any lube, or this tight hole is gonna rub my cock raw."

We had brought our own, but Lonny didn't know that. "They have oil for cooking," Kyle replied with a grin. "Will that work?"

"Probably. Pour some in his hole," Chance said as J.P. opened the lube and poured a generous amount down Lonny's crack. He jumped a mile as the cold liquid hit him, probably scared shitless at what was about to happen. Chance got on his knees between Lonny's legs and rubbed his cock up and down his crack. We each held a limb to keep Lonny in position, which gave us a front row seat to the penetration. Chance went slow at first and Lonny screamed involuntarily as he began to be entered. Ryan reached for some of the ripped clothes, which just happened to be Kurt's underwear, and shoved it in his mouth to keep him quiet. "That's better. Thanks X. Couldn't hear myself think with all the shrieking. Christ, he's tighter than those virgin bitches I used to do under the bleachers back in high school. They all acted like they hated it until you really got going, then you know they wanted more, but were too scared to ask by that point. Just like this bitch and his friends. Once we're done with them, they'll probably stay here the rest of the weekend fucking each other, if they aren't already. How's your bitch, Hawk?"

"Nice and tight," Kyle replied sitting next to Kurt that he was supposed to be doing. "He seems to have gotten over his first fuck and I think he's enjoying it now."

"Might be that he can't feel your small cock in him compared to mine," I joked.

"You wish, Python. Probably he just can't cry out with Fry's cock down his throat. Make sure you get lots of video Cash." Of course the only one getting any action at this point was Lonny.

Chance pushed fully into Lonny who had tears streaming continuously down his face and had resigned himself to his fate. I really hope he meant what he said about his rape fantasy, or we could all be in a shitload of trouble after this, and there was no turning back now. We were all watching a virgin straight boy losing his anal virginity, and if the other guys were like me, they were probably a bit jealous that it was Chance to got to take it from him. I was a bit conflicted. I mean this is what Lonny wanted, but it would also be something he'd remember for the rest of his life. His first time having sex, and he was being raped in the woods by a band of `bank robbers'. "You guys gotta try out this pussy. You won't believe how tight it is," Chance exclaimed snapping me back to the roleplaying we were doing.

Colin got down beside Chance and rubbed his ass. "I'm not really into sloppy seconds but the way he screamed, he sounds tight, so I might give him a try."

"Well get ready Cash, as I'm just about to breed this virgin. You can use my cum as extra lube."

"Gross," Colin replied with a smile as he leaned over to silently kiss Chance and rub his ass.

I had a serious boner watching this and pulled it out of my pants and waved it at Patrick. He eagerly went down on it. Kyle stripped and went behind him spreading his legs, before lubing up and aiming it at Patrick's hole. "Let's see if you're as tight as that bitch Lucky is fucking!" He leaned in close to Patrick's ear. "Make the scream real. Scare the crap out of your friend." Kyle pushed his cock into Patrick's ass and I took my cock out of his mouth. He looked up and stuck his tongue out.

He quietly whispered. "Is it in yet?" Some of the guys almost burst out laughing, but caught themselves in time. We could all see that Kyle was most of the way inside Patrick. He slapped him on the ass, and Patrick grinned and gave a scream that I think scared the birds out of the trees. Even Kyle jumped slightly.

"Yeah, take that cock, you little fag. That's another tight pussy opened up. Fuck yeah. Holy shit, I wanna know where this bitch lives so I can use him the next time I need a tight pussy. Shut him up Python and shove your cock back down his throat." Of course I just gave Patrick my cock again and he eagerly sucked it. Kyle fucked him harder and Patrick gave a muffled scream with each fuck, almost making us believe he was in pain. He tried to beg Kyle to take it out and promised never to tell anyone that we were here, of course with a dick the size of mine filling your mouth, it doesn't come across too clearly. Kurt got into the act and begged for us to stop even though no one was doing anything to him. He went on and on until Chance told someone to gag him as it was ruining his fuck. Kurt went quiet as if he'd been gagged. Kyle came fairly quickly inside Patrick and announced it to all of us. "Did you record all that?" He asked. "Make sure you video it running out of his hole. Who's next?"

Ryan took off his clothes next and entered Patrick with one fast thrust while we all made comments about how big Ryan's cock was. Porn stars! They just love to show off their monster cocks don't they? Patrick continued to fake complain even as I let Colin take my place. It was an Oscar worthy performance. Well, maybe an Emmy worthy performance.

"If you faggots say anything or cooperate with the cops in anyway, or even admit that you've seen us, we'll release all the pics and videos to your friends, and destroy you on social media. By the time we leave here, we'll have changed all your account passwords and only release them back to you when we're comfortable that you're not talking to anyone." We could have simulated the sex with Patrick, but why since he liked it. We might as well have fun. We took more pictures of the sex between us, especially with Lonny. We'd let him see it all when we revealed it was us, and it would be a good visual of how his fantasy went down. Then we'd delete it so he wouldn't have to worry about there being anything out there.

"Python! You like fucking. Get over here and take over for me. I blew my load into him already," Chance/Lucky said shaking his head to indicate he hadn't actually. He pulled out of Lonny and I took off my clothes. The rest of the guys stripped as well. Now all of us were completely naked and the only one that was actually tied up was Lonny. I got behind Lonny, and after lubing up, I entered him. He tried hard not to scream and tried to move forward to get away from me. I had to grab his hips to hold him in place while I penetrated him all the way, almost losing my shit at the thought of us taking his virginity like this. I fucked him deep but not forcefully. Even a gay guy with experience finds me a bit much at times, so I didn't want to kill the poor boy. After all, the `python' had a real bite to it! HA! One by one, we fucked Lonny who seemed to just go numb to the fact that we were all going to do him. The last one to go was Ryan since he had the biggest cock. By this point Lonny's ass had been well used, but he still tried to move away as Ryan fully penetrated him. Lonny should be proud of himself, not a lot of guys get to say they've taken Ryan on the first try. A couple of us had to hold him in place, and again we made a point of taking plenty of pictures so he could hear the camera going off.

"Time for you queers to give us the extra insurance we need before we let you go. Guys, get dressed and put your masks on." We all scrambled for our clothes and mask so that Lonny wouldn't recognize us. "First things first. Let's have these two 69 each other, and the skinny bitch can fuck the lesbian," Chance said pointing to Kurt and Patrick. We cut Lonny's restraints off and removed his blindfold. Now all three boys were naked and able to see each other, adding to Lonny's illusion that they had been used just like he had. "Record it all, Cash. We want to show them with each other with no restraints. There's no way that they'll be able to say it was anything but the three of them enjoying sex together."

Chance put his foot on Kurt's chest and pushed him backward onto the ground before ordering Patrick to straddle him in a 69 position and suck each other's cocks. We knew that even though Kurt was straight he didn't mind sucking dick, and since Patrick was his best friend, we all figured they were doing it way more than they let on anyway. Patrick swallowed Kurt's cock almost a little too eagerly, while Kurt was a little slower at taking Patrick's dick into his mouth. I was so hard I wanted to get in on this, but instead, I just used my camera to take a few pictures of the two of them. This could be jerk off material for months. "You skinny kid. Time to fuck your boyfriend."

"Which one is my boyfriend?" Lonny asked trying his best to cooperate.

"Hear that boys, he's so stupid that he doesn't even know which one is his boyfriend. The Pyjama wearing lesbian bitch, retard."

Lonny looked at Patrick. "Sorry. I kinda have to," he said apologizing and looking more than a little fearful. Kyle poured lube over Lonny's dick and Patrick's ass. I'm sure he was so scared that he never even noticed that we were using real lube and not the cooking oil he heard us talk about earlier.

"Yeah. Three little homos in a tent in the woods. Pretty obvious what they were up to. Okay skinny, let's see you fuck him and make sure you enjoy yourself. After all, you're no longer a virgin. You might as well get a little pussy practice in while we're here."

"I don't really know how, sir. I've never done it before."

"Then this will be a whole new experience, boy. Basic biology. Shove your dick in the hole. Move back and forth until you feel that you're going to cum, then go faster and let `er rip. Fill your friend's pussy with your jizz and if anyone swabs him for DNA, they'll find that you've been in there. You'll either have to admit that you're a fag, or that you raped him. Either way your lives are over and we still get away." Chance looked at Kurt. "Don't worry jock. You're next. We wouldn't want you to feel left out."

"Wait!" J.P. said. "Let's put a bet on how long this skinny kid lasts. If he's never fucked before he could be over in seconds. I'll bet a thousand bucks that he lasts only 20 seconds."

"I'll take some of that action," Kyle grinned. "I say he makes it to 30 seconds."

"You're both stupid." Ryan said. "Boy is scared shitless. I'd be surprised if he can even get hard that fast. I say two minutes before he's shooting white bullets." Each of us took a time and Chance became the time keeper.

Kyle pushed Lonny into position up against Patrick's ass, giving Kurt a front row seat underneath to watch the fuck. "Jock, grab your skinny friends cock and get him hard and then put it inside Lesbian."

Kurt took a hold of Lonny's cock and stroked him until it was hard. It was our first time seeing Lonny with an erection as his cock had remained limp ever since we started this. He was now sporting an average size 6 inch dick with nice firm round balls. The type of cock that looks good in pictures, but nothing that you drool over and want inside you every few hours. Kurt placed Lonny against Patrick's ass, while Kyle told them to just get on with it so we could all get on with our lives. As it turns out, once Lonny got inside, he didn't last long at all. He got in 30 seconds of fucking before he was shooting off.

Kyle jumped around. "Pay up bitches. Thanks kid, you just made me 5 thousand bucks. How about double or nothing? Let's bet on how long it will take for the jock to cum inside the lesbian. "I say he won't last any longer than the skinny kid. 30 seconds," Kyle said throwing down the bet, with the rest of us taking a time.

"This is getting way to gay for me," Colin said. "We've had our fun, Lucky. Let's go before it's too late."

"Relax, Cash. Just a little extra insurance and we're out of here. Jock boy, get up here and fuck your girlfriend."

Kurt slid out from under Patrick and got behind him as instructed. It didn't take much work from Kyle to get Kurt nice and hard and insert him. We made Lonny kneel in front of Patrick and get a blowjob as we continued to record it all for later. Kurt lasted a lot longer than Lonny had and made it almost a full minute before he announced he was cumming.

"Okay, I wanna see you two kiss," Chance said to Patrick and Lonny. "Kneel facing each other and press your bodies together. Jock boy, stay behind him and try to keep your cock inside the lesbian."

We hadn't rehearsed that part, but it sounded hot to me. Patrick and Lonny faced each other on their knees and both closed their eyes as they reluctantly kissed. It was the straightest kissing I'd ever seen. Like how the swim coach kisses his team after practice. Very little tongue and only a tiny bit of ass grabbing. Kurt kept himself pressed against Patrick with hands on his partner's hips.

"Holy shit, kiss like you mean it," Chance said sounding disgusted. "Put your hands around each other and make out like the boyfriend's you are." Kyle made sure to video the whole thing and I have to admit it was almost porn worthy. We made them kiss for a good couple of minutes, ordering Kurt to hold onto Lonny and Patrick so all three were pulled in nice and tight with each other. Both guys had gotten hard from the kissing.

"Told you they were god damn boyfriends," Colin smirked. "They've boned up just kissing each other. Looks like they want to fuck again. Let's finish this and get some nice action shots that would make their families proud. Maybe we'll upload them at their wedding. Skinny boy, take jock's position and you can fuck your boyfriend again. Then jock boy is gonna get behind you. We'll make you into a fuck sandwich. Too bad your friends aren't black as they call that being oreo'd."

"Yeah, we're gonna be oreo'd in prison if we end up getting caught out here," Ryan complained sounding like he was itching to leave.

"Shut up X, or we'll put you in the middle. Just because you have the biggest dick here, doesn't mean we can't use that ass of yours."

"Fuck you Lucky! Exit only."

Patrick got on all fours and we dragged Lonny behind him. Of course by the time we got him in position Lonny was limp again, so we pressed him tight against Patrick to just make it look like they were fucking. Kurt, who also wasn't hard, was placed behind Lonny and they were told to make it look like they were fucking. We watched the three of them simulate sex, and if I didn't know better, I'd have bet money on the fact they were actually doing it. I wondered if this is how porn stars lasted so long. I think I remember Ryan telling me something about this, or perhaps I heard it from the Helix guys. I had initially said we should finish by pissing on all three guys, but I was overruled in our planning meeting, mainly by Patrick and Kurt who didn't want to be pissed on. What can I say, there's just no commitment from these overpaid method actors any more. They expect everything to be CGI. Oh well, this is a rape democracy, and I had to go along with it, but for the sequels, I'm picking kinkier co-stars. Chance used his foot and pushed the boys onto their sides and we let them separate from each other.

"So you boys understand that we have enough evidence to prove that you enjoyed this right?" Colin said trying to sound menacing as he got close to them. "There is no way that you could deny that you all had sex with each other and had fun. We have you cumming in each other, sucking dicks, kissing and being total sluts together. If you tried to explain it away, we could just release another video which would prove that you're gay for each other. So here's how it's gonna work boys. We're gonna leave pretty soon and you're gonna finish your gay camping trip out here in the woods. You won't go running to the cops as soon as we leave and you'll forget that we were ever here. Oh, and as added incentive to ensure you don't rat us out, we're going to upload all this footage to a website and if we don't put in a password every 24 hours it'll automatically upload, so you'll need to do all you can to make sure we don't get caught."

"How can we do that?" Kurt asked. "What happens if you get caught somewhere and it's not our fault?"

Chance put his hiking boot on Kurt's side and pushed him over on his side before pressing the boot against his face. "Boy, next time you talk back to me, I'll crush your skull and leave your body for the wild animals to pick apart. You got it?"

"Yes," Kurt mumbled.

"Yes, what?" He said harshly.

"Yes, sir?" Kurt repeated.

"You better hope we don't get caught or our incarceration will mean the end of your lives too. Thanks for the food and the entertainment boys. We'll let you get back to your gay sleepover. Hawk, Python. Put these fags back in the tent and secure them. By the time they get untied, we'll be miles from here."

Kyle and I took the boys back to their tent and restrained them using the zip ties again. We made sure to put Lonny in the middle with Patrick spooned behind him and his dick pushing against Lonny's hole. We told him that would give them some fun if he got hard. Then we placed Kurt facing Lonny and let them know they could kiss if they got bored. All three sets of hands were tied together as well as their feet, so they wouldn't be able to separate from each other. We laughed like crazed killers and left the tent, zipping it up behind us. We high fived each other and then made a point of making a mess of their camp so they could hear us.

"Christ X Man that's one big dick on you. You should do porn!" Chance said loudly grinning at him. Ryan just stuck his tongue out at him before replying. "Yeah, your Mom and I are doing a movie next week. You should come watch."

"Cunt!" Chance said as he leaned over to kiss Ryan. We left the camp and headed away from the boys to let them have a few minutes of quiet before we snuck back to listen and give the big reveal for the finale.

"That was fucking epic!" J.P. said enthusiastically hugging his boyfriend.

"You don't think we went to far do you?" Kyle asked. "Lonny was crying a hell of a lot throughout that whole thing. Are you sure that's what he wanted for his first time?"

"Hopefully he's gonna be cool once we tell him that we wanted to give him his fantasy. But we're ready with plan B if he's not," I replied.

"What's plan B?"

"We dig that hole as promised and bury him in it. Then upload the video," I laughed. "Weren't you listening Hawk?"

"Oh right! THAT plan B," Kyle joked. We waited about 5 minutes then quietly and covertly went back to the camp so we could listen outside the tent. We each took a position nearby where we could hear, and sat down as silently as we could.

"It's no use," Lonny said sounding defeated "These ties are too tight. We'll never get out of here. What if they change their minds and come back and kill us?"

"I doubt they would. We never saw their faces and they're on the run. No way they're going to back track to get us," Kurt replied.

"What if they upload that video and pictures. Our lives will be over."

"I don't think that's gonna be a problem. No way they'd want themselves shown in the pics either. I think they just did that to scare us," Patrick said. "We survived didn't we? All we have to do is get free and go home and act like none of this ever happened."

"Easy for you to say," Lonny said sounding like he was the most depressed he'd ever been. "You're gay so maybe that sex stuff didn't bother you. My ass feels like it's on fire and I got raped by a bunch of criminals."

"Uh, I'm bisexual," Patrick corrected as if it mattered. "And dude we all got raped, but we're guys. We can tell someone when we get home and get the shit teased out of us, or forget it and move on with our lives."

"You guys never got it half as bad as me."

"I think they picked on you `cause you told them you were a virgin," Patrick tried to explain.

"Not like we had a choice, dude," Kurt reminded him. "So I gotta ask you something and I don't mean it in a weird way or anything, but you both got boners when you were kissing. Did you really like kissing each other? Was it like kissing a girl or something?"

"I dunno. I've never kissed a girl," Lonny said quickly. "And I really have no control over what my penis does. If I did, I sure as fuck wouldn't get boners in school, and I sure wouldn't get one kissing Patrick if I could help it."

"Seriously? You've never kissed a girl before?" Patrick asked. "You mean you really are a virgin?"

"Yeah, I was. I dunno if this counts though. Not like I'd tell anyone."

"I'm pretty sure it counts, but since it's not like normal sex, you can probably still say you're a virgin if you want. But why would you want to say that at all? At least you wouldn't be lying if you said you had sex, even if it was gay sex. So you have no idea if kissing me was better or worse than kissing a girl?"

"No. No idea at all."

"Was I good?"

"Shut up Patrick! You're such a slut," Kyle said with a bit of joking in his voice.

"No I'm not, I was just wondering if I was good at kissing or not. If he's never done it, maybe he's the right guy to tell me if it was good?"

"How would he know that, dumbass. He's never kissed anyone before. He could kiss a wet slug and figure it was good if he had nothing to compare it too. I'm sure I kiss better than you."

Patrick laughed. "So you think you would have kissed Lonny better? Like what, maybe you would have made him cum?"

"That's not what I meant. I meant if we were kissing girls, I'll bet they would say I was better. I mean I've had more practice, so it's only logical that I'd be better."

"Not true. If you sucked on your first kiss and you kissed a lot and never changed how you did it, you'd still suck at it."

"Dude. I'm a way better kisser than you," Kurt said trying to defend himself.

"How do you know? You've never kissed me before."

"And I never will. I'm just saying that some guy with experience is gonna kiss a lot better than a guy without experience."

"And I call bullshit. Okay prove it. You and Lonny kiss and if he cums, you win. Or if he only gets hard, he decides who is better. Of course if he doesn't bone up, I win."

"Dude, I'm not kissing him. We only did it because we had to. Lets just figure out a way to get out of here. Don't you have a knife or something?"

"Yeah, out in the camp. So I win at kissing huh?" he teased again.

"Holy shit. Give it a rest. Fine. Lonny, you ready for this? You settle it once and for all and we never talk about it again."

The tent went quiet for a few seconds and then Patrick spoke up. "Holy shit. I can't believe you did that. Dude!"

"Shut up! Okay Lonny, who was better. Me or Patrick?"

"Uh, I dunno. Both the same I guess. Guys, I'm not the right one to ask. I don't think these count as real kissing since we're tied up and we're not gay. But if it makes you feel any better, Patrick seemed to like it. He's got a boner and it's pushing at my ass."

"Dude! Bro code. You don't snitch on me for getting a boner," Patrick complained. "My dick heard kissing and thought it was play time. Sorry."

"Just don't put it in me. My ass can't handle any more. How the fuck do we get out of here?"

"If we can't escape by tomorrow, then the guys will find us. They know where we went camping and they'll find us easy enough if we don't come back. We could try squirming to the entrance and work together to get the zipper open and then inch our way outside to find the knife," Kurt suggested. The other two agreed and we listened as they worked together to try and move towards the door. They used their feet to open the zipper on the tent and while it took a lot of effort, they eventually got it open enough to begin to wiggle outside. The rest of us were behind the tent, but it was now time to get ready to reveal the truth. We waited until the guys had squirmed most of the way outside, which surprisingly didn't take them that long. It's not like the movies where someone is tied up and they just lie there until the hero shows up to save the day, or MacGyver uses salt from sweat, condensation in the tent and lint, to melt the plastic ties and escape in a helicopter made of old shoes and tree branches. Once they were almost out, we quietly strolled around to be visible when they emerged.

"Holy shit. They're back," Lonny cried out when he saw our legs come into view. We laughed and pulled them the rest of the way out of the tent.

"Hi guys!" Chance said smiling as we reached down to cut them free and helped them stand up. "Having some sort of weird kinky party that we should know about?"

"No. We were kidnapped and tied up," Kurt said quickly.

"Dude! Shut up!" Lonny said quickly and almost with fear in his eyes.

"What? They're our friends. Not like they'd say anything, right guys?"

"Right," Chance grinned as the guys stood up and surveyed the mess around them for a second. "Did you hear that Python? They ratted us out in less than 10 seconds. Should we upload the videos?"

"Definitely, Lucky, definitely!" I said giving him a thumbs up.

"It was you guys? You're the ones that raped us?" Lonny said looking horrified to find out that his friends had just given him the biggest scare of his life. What was interesting is that he was still standing there naked in front of us not making any attempt to get dressed.

"That was what you wanted right?" Kurt said to him with a bit of a grin. "That was your big fantasy wasn't it?"

"You told them?" He said spinning to confront Kurt.

"No, actually I did," I admitted quickly. "You told me and I asked Kurt to check and see if you were actually serious or not before we planned anything. Then we all came up with this plan to make it happen. Was it what you wanted, and did we fool you?"

"I thought we were actually going to die out here. In my mind, my fantasy just had one person doing it, like you see in a movie where someone is grabbed and their pants are yanked down and they get fucked quickly, and then they take off. My ass is seriously on fire," he said sounding a little pissed.

"You'll be fine. Just use some lotion on it until it calms down. Asses are pretty resilient," I said. "Sorry if we overdid it, but we wanted you to get a real rape fantasy."

"Well it felt real alright. I'll probably have nightmares for months. Might have to go to therapy. I thought you were straight," he said looking at Kurt.

"I am, why?"

"Well, if this was a fantasy, how come you got fucked too?"

"I didn't. It was all acting," he admitted.

"You too," he said looking at Patrick.

"No, mine was real, but the screaming and crying out was all acting."

"Fuck. I can't believe you guys did that. My ass is so sore that I may not be able to even poop again."

"Here, let me take a look," Colin offered as he moved to Lonny and touched his ass. The kid jumped a mile and quickly backed off.

"I'll do it myself," he said as he went back into the tent, probably to grab some clothes. Kurt followed him.

"Dude," he said quietly. "Just put some lotion on your ass before you get dressed. It really will help, trust me."

"How would you know. It's not like they all fucked you at once," he said sounding pissed.

"No, but I've been fucked before and trust me it helped."

"You've been fucked," Lonny said in quiet disbelief.

"Sure. I was curious about it, so I tried it. Not my favorite thing, but you don't know if you don't try."

"Well nothing is going in my ass ever again. That was the worst pain I ever felt in my life."

"Only because it was supposed to be a rape thing like you wanted. If they had gone slow, you wouldn't have believed it was real. Here, use this lotion and rub it on your ass."

Kurt exited a few seconds later with clothes for himself and Patrick and they got dressed. Lonny emerged a minute later fully dressed. I'm guessing that's the last we'll see him naked. "So did you really take pictures and video?" He asked.

"Yeah, but only because we thought you might like to see what happened while you were blindfolded," Chance replied.

"Maybe. But who was who?"

We went around introducing ourselves with our nicknames and he was obviously processing it all as he turned to Ryan. "Your dick almost ripped me apart. Are you really that big, or were you doing something else too?"

"No, it was just me," he said trying not to grin or brag as we could see that Lonny was still on the edge of furious, but calming down slowly. Humour might not be appropriate just yet. Colin took his phone and showed Lonny Ryan's cock in the video.

"Fuck! I guess I'm glad it wasn't a real attack, but it's kinda freaked me out. I think I wanna go home."

"But that is what you wanted as a fantasy right?" Kurt asked concerned. "I mean you could have said something like you wanted to try a blowjob or other stuff, but your whole thing was to get raped. You never did get a blowjob. Those are the best if you ask me."

"I dunno."

"But dude, you got to fuck as well. It wasn't just about you getting your ass used. Did you at least like that?" Kurt asked trying to get him to see some positive in his fantasy that was now his reality.

"I dunno. I really just wanna go home."

"Are we okay though?" Patrick asked, also concerned.

"Yeah, I guess. I did ask for it, even if you guys did way more than I expected." He went in the tent and we could hear him packing things up.

We all looked at each other and wondered if maybe he was right. Maybe we had gone too far, but we wanted to make it real. Kurt and Patrick went back in the tent to try and assure him that it was gonna be fine. I even heard Patrick offer to give him a blow job so he could see the difference. Lonny quickly refused and continued to repeat that he just wanted to go home. Both guys said they'd pack up and go with him, but he was quick to say that he wanted to be alone. Once he exited with his backpack loaded up, the rest of us were sitting around just waiting for him. He sure didn't seem more relaxed to me.

"Uh, do you want to see the rest of the video so you know what happened?" Colin asked quickly.

"No, definitely not. I kinda want to forget this whole thing. I made a mistake. I'll see you guys around," he said quickly and took off down the trail away from us as a very rapid pace.

"Shit, what if he goes to the cops." Kyle said a bit panicked.

"He won't," Kurt assured him. "He asked for the fantasy and we have emails and texts to prove it."

"Just to be safe, delete the video and pictures we took as it could get us in some serious shit right there," Colin told us. Anyone with pics or video quickly began deleting everything and then took tons of pictures and video of other things to erase over the deleted stuff. As everyone knows, just cause you delete something, doesn't mean it's gone, so you have to record over it a few times. I kept the picture I had taken of Patrick and Kurt 69ing. I wanted to keep that one and Lonny wasn't in it, so it'd be fine. I think Lonny's reaction kinda took some of the fun of the whole day away from us. We sat there talking, trying to assure ourselves that Lonny was okay. Kurt said he'd check on him when we got back and maybe share some of his own experiences with guy sex. Patrick suggested to Kurt that he let Lonny fuck him to even it up. That was quickly shot down.

"Well THAT was anti-climactic," I said shaking my head.

J.P. just laughed. "Were you thinking that maybe he'd like it so much he'd beg for more and we'd finish off the day with an orgy?"

"No, but he could have thanked all of us with a blowjob after we'd hit the lake for a bit. THEN we'd have had the orgy."

"Not all straight boys like gay sex, ya know," Kurt interjected. "Some really are straight and stick with girls only."

"Since when?" I replied with a large smile. "How is that helpful? Straight boys also hang around with other straight boys and do all sorts of homoerotic stuff together. Wrestling, showering in the locker rooms, weight lift and check out their muscles, shotgun a joint. Just to name a few things. Give them a blowjob and they're all yours."

"Hate to burst your bubble there Justin, but some guys really wouldn't have sex with another guy no matter what you offered."

"Shame on you for even suggesting such a thing might exist, Kurt. Just for that I might not even let you ride my cock later today."

"Awww, but I wuv it so much!" He joked in baby talk. "What will I do without a dick in my ass? Guess I'll have to deal. But just to be clear...I'm fine with gay sex. Anytime you want to blow me, I'm happy to whip it out."

"GUYS! Look up on the cliff over there. Is that a person?" Ryan interrupted, just as I was about accept Kurt's offer. We looked toward the ridge where he was pointing, just slightly to the north of us.

We couldn't quite make out where he was looking, but once he was able to show us, the subject of our conversation changed quickly. There did appear to be someone over on the edge of the hill, but it wasn't the kind of ridge that someone would normally walk along. We tried using the zooms on our phones, but they weren't strong enough. Kurt ran back into the tent and came back with field binoculars. He took a look and handed it to Ryan.

"Uh, guys. It looks like he's either gonna climb down or jump. He's got a rope out and I can't be sure but it looks like he's making a noose."

"Maybe it's just a harness," Chance said as he took the binoculars and stared for a minute. "Holy shit, I think it IS a noose. Do you think he's gonna commit suicide?"

"That seems a bit redundant," I remarked. "If he jumps he'd kill himself, why the noose? Seems stupid to do both. That's a waste of a perfectly good rope."

"JUSTIN!" Colin said loudly.

"What? I'm just saying, if he's gonna kill himself, why waste the effort of climbing a hill AND taking a rope. Just use a tree, or jump, but no need to do both. That's just overkill. Uh...no pun intended."

"We gotta go save him!" Ryan yelled as he scrambled to his feet, grabbing his backpack.

I shrugged. "Like what's the plan? Catch him as he falls. Race up the hill and maybe fall off ourselves. Why not just call 911 and take our phones out and record it. That could be a serious viral video." Everyone looked at me as if I were nuts. "What? By the time we get there, he'll have seen us coming and have jumped anyway. Might as well get it on video. Might be helpful for the cops or something, plus we'd be famous."

I think they all ignored me as we ran towards the hill. Fortunately the guy wasn't that high up, so it wouldn't be insanely hard to get to him. Colin got to the bottom of the hill first and yelled up to the guy startling him. "Hi! How's the view from up there?"

"Uh, fine. Can you guys go away, please, I'm kinda busy," the guy replied. He was a black guy, maybe in his late 20's. Well, a lighter black guy, not the black back type...but not the light Michael Jackson type black guy, if that makes sense.

"Doing what? You just out hiking or something?"

"Or something," he replied a little quieter as the rest of us gathered around Colin. "Please just go away. I want to be alone for a bit."

"Yeah, that's kinda why we're out here too. To get away from the city and all the crazy shit," Colin said trying to agree with him. He turned to me and whispered. "Isn't this a psychology thing? You wanna take over?"

"You realize I've only done one year of it and if he jumps it'll scar me for life." Colin just stared at me as if trying to figure out if I were serious or not. "Fine. I'll give it a go." I looked up at the guy. "Are you doing rock climbing or something?"

"Nope, just sitting here," he said. Well, that seems to have cleared that up. We should probably go now. Colin nudged me. "Yeah, we were just about to go swimming. You want to join us? We could all hang out together."

"No I'm good. Just go away please. I'm not looking for company."

Would now be the wrong time to ask if he'd like a blowjob, since he'd interrupted my conversation with Kurt, when I was just about to go down on him. "I get that. I sometimes need to be alone myself. Especially if I have a lot on my mind." This looking up at him and yelling was really a bit annoying. I turned to Colin. "Keep him talking and I'll go up and see if I can get closer." I began to climb the hill while the rest of the guys stayed below. It wasn't a long way up and I approached slowly, like a lion sneaking up on an unsuspecting baby deer. Hi! I'm Justin," I said as I approached. He instantly tensed up so I sat down a distance away from him so as not to spook him. I mean I hardly spook anyone, so I didn't want my first time to cause a guy to leap to his death. That will do nothing for my self esteem at all. Nice view. I've always liked being up here in the hills."

"I suppose," he mumbled.

"Whatcha makin'?"

"Nothing. Just playing with rope. Practicing a few knots."

"Yeah, my son and his buddy are Boy Scouts. It's like rope central around our house sometimes. Are you good at any specific knot?"

"Nope."

"You could join our group if you want. We're all just chillin' ourselves."

"I'm good. You guys should just keep doing what you're doing. I'm doing what I do best."

"Which is what exactly?"

"Being out here by myself."

"That doesn't sound like something that someone could be good at," I grinned.

"Yep. That's me. Stupid and useless," he said quickly.

Oops, that was a wrong turn. "Why would you think you're stupid and useless?" I asked hoping he would open up. In class, they tell us to ask open ended questions and not ones that can be answered with a yes or no, but in our practice sessions, our partners are always ready to open up. This guy was a bit boring. No wonder he was getting ready to jump. I might jump first if he doesn't become more interesting.

"I just am. Life doesn't really mean anything, so I'm taking a break."

"I'm sure that's a good idea sometimes. What's your name by the way?"

"Quinton."

"Cool name. Do your friends call you Quin?"

"Don't have any friends."

Strike two. I'm not digging the name Quinton, but now might not be the best time to say that, but it's way less common than Justin, that's for sure. Now that our Prime Minister is a Justin, and we have Bieber, there are three famous Justin's around and it seems everyone wants to be one. (I'm the third, in case you weren't keeping up). I wanted to ask what he was getting away from then. If he had no friends, then it's not like you need to escape them for a day of peace and quiet. Just look at my house. All people all the time. If anyone should be out on the ledge trying to get away from things, it should be me, but perhaps now wasn't the time to mention that to him. "What made you choose this spot to hang out?"

"Just seemed right."

"Right for what?"

"You really can't take a hint can you? I want to be left alone. No one gives a shit if I'm around or not, so why would you? I don't even know you."

"That's true, but sometimes we meet new people in unusual places. That's how we find out that we have common interests. That's how I met most of my friends."

"Good for you. You're popular. I'm not."

"Why would you think that?"

"Really? That's your big in depth question? Aren't you trying to be the good Samaritan right now? Rescue the ugly fat black guy."

"You're hardly ugly...or fat," I told him trying to find some way to turn this into a positive encounter. "And rescue you? From what?"

"Pretty obvious don't you think? Even a white boy can figure this out."

Even a white boy? Geez, what the fuck? Seems a little rude if you ask me. Might explain the whole no friend thing.

"I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff making a noose. Even you're not that stupid."

"No, that's true, but I'm curious. Why the noose?"

"That's what they do to black people right? They take them out and hang them."

"Not since the wild west days when they allegedly committed a crime...and even that I'm not sure of. But I don't think they do that today. Did you do something wrong or something?"

"Nope. Just can't see life being worth it. Not like anyone would miss me."

"Someone would miss you. Family, co-workers, others that you know."

"No family. It's just me, and I lost my job last week, so no co-workers."

"Did you enjoy your job?"

"It paid the bills. But it wasn't a great job. Fast food thing."

"So now you can get a better job. What things do you like to do?"

"Watch movies, drink, smoke weed, you know... stuff."

"And climb hills," I grinned.

"Sure, whatever."

"How old are you?"

"25."

"Still lots of time to find a new career, right?"

"Not gonna bother. If I can't even keep a crap job, why would someone give me a good job?"

"Maybe your boss was just an ass or something. I'm sure you have skill at something."

"Nope. Just a dumb guy with nothing."

This was really depressing. I wonder if all my patients will be like this when I'm a licensed psychologist. If so, I might suggest they all get together and jump at once. This guy was so depressing I was thinking of actually pushing him myself and getting back to my day.

"I don't really know you, but you don't strike me as dumb from the short conversation we've had so far. What did you see yourself doing when you got out of school?"

"Ruler of earth," he replied sarcastically.

"And if that wasn't readily available?" I grinned.

"I dunno. Engineer."

"Any specific field of engineering?"

"Probably mechanical. Went to school for it but had to drop out on the last semester as I ran out of money and had to choose between finishing or eating."

"You're so close. Why not take any job right now, finish that last semester and get the degree? Then you can become that engineer."

"You don't listen too good, do you? I'm broke and you can't go to school unless you can pay for it."

"I know a pizza place that's hiring. It'll probably have flexible enough hours that you could go to school and work to make enough money."

"Yeah, I'd have to work a year before I could save up enough to pay for the last semester."

"Or how about I loan you the money, and you pay it back slowly by having the job deduct a small amount of each pay cheque?"

"Why would you do that? You don't even know me."

"True, but we'd make a loan agreement, and if you're working, it's easy to pay it back without interest or anything. Just helps you finish school. You're so close. I'm in university so know it can be tough to balance things." Yep, I know that for sure. School seriously cuts into my sex time and then you have assignments and lectures and you've gotta go places on a time table of their choosing. Although I have made some awesome friends in school.

"I dunno. I kinda have my plans in play and I'm comfortable with it."

"Okay, but not to call you out on your plan, it seems like it's missing a few key elements. Just looking down, I'm guessing that if you jump off this ledge, the worst that's going to happen is you're gonna break a bunch of stuff and not actually die."

He held up the rope as if to indicate that jumping wasn't his entire plan.

"And what were you planning on attaching it to? The only trees nearby aren't exactly right for hanging yourself as you jump off the edge."

He looked around as if he hadn't thought if that. "I can find another spot. I just sat here for a moment to think."

"Okay, but why not hang out with us for the day while you think and we can do something that's a little less perilous than sitting on the edge of a cliff? We're all going swimming and we have tons of food. You can go back to town with us and I can introduce you to the manager of the pizza place."

"How much does it pay?"

Really? That's what he's worried about? How much he gets paid. "15 bucks an hour, plus tips."

"Seems decent. I was only getting 12 at my last job."

"So can I call my buddy and tell him I found someone to help out. He hasn't found anyone yet, and he's a cool guy. If it makes you feel any better, I know he's a good boss as I let my son work there."

"How old is your son, like 3?" He asked sarcastically. "You still look like a teenager yourself."

"Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment. He's 13 actually. He's adopted. Long story for another time. So are you joining us for a swim or what? I think the guys are getting sore necks looking up at us. I suppose you could always go on with your plan afterward if you really wanted to, but why not have some fun first?"

"I guess. You're not going to leave me alone until I do anyway, are you?" he asked looking up the hill and all around as if looking for a better spot now that I'd pointed out that the ledge he was on really wasn't right for leaping off of.

"Probably not. So come hang out for a bit. Take your mind off things for a few hours at least."

He shrugged and stood up. For a moment my heart skipped a beat in case he was going to jump anyway, but then he turned to look at me. "Fine. Let's go."

Excellent. So I have either just saved his life or given him a way to end it more definitively later on. Either way, I think I had been helpful in resolving this current situation. I stood up and invited him to follow me. I could almost hear the collective sighs from the guys below. We made our way down to them and I introduced him to everyone. Colin put his arm around me and pulled me in for a big hug as he whispered in my ear.

"Great job. You're a natural."

"Thanks," I whispered back, just happy that we weren't scraping Quinton off the rocks with a shovel. Especially since we didn't have a shovel. We all headed back over to the camp and had something to drink before we grabbed towels and headed to the edge of the lake.

"Uh, do you guys have a spare towel?" Quinton asked.

I threw him mine and said I'd share with Colin.

"Anyone mind if I swim in my underwear? I didn't bring swim shorts or anything. Wasn't actually planning on that today."

"No worries. None of us brought shorts. We're just going skinny dipping. Out here in the woods...kinda seems pointless to wear anything," Kyle told him as he took off his shirt and dropped his pants, followed by J.P. Chance and Ryan. It was only seconds later that we were all naked and heading for the water. Quinton wasn't quite as bold, but did strip to his underwear to join in. He wasn't skinny or toned, but he had an average body with a small amount of curly chest hair. I'd hardly call him fat...more like a football player build. With him having brown skin, it made the rest of us look sickly pale in comparison. I may have to spend more time at the beach working on my overall tan. I wonder if black guys, or any guys with dark skin, guys get tan lines? I mean I never asked before, I just assumed they had like a perma-tan all the time. We involved Quinton with what we were doing and tried to avoid anything overly gay since we were trying to make friends with him and not scare him back to the ledge. Of course he did ask about me and J.P. looking alike and having the same tattoos, which is always a good conversation starter. My hair is still shorter than J.P. or Jason so it's not quite as obvious that we're triplets, etc. I think he noticed a lot of the dick or ass grabbing that went on between some of the guys, but it could probably just be explained as guys goofing around. We did get a chance to see Quinton naked when we got out of the water and he took his underwear off to get dried before putting his pants back on. Not much to tell you except that cold water affects dark skinned guys the same as white guys. His dick looked about the same size as ours. None of us could brag about anything with dicks that cold...if you know what I mean. I think they call that collateral damage.

We had something to eat and helped Kurt and Patrick pack up the tents before heading home. Quinton had walked here, so Colin and I broke off from the rest of the guys and took him over to see Nolan at Domino's. As soon as we walked in I saw Dustin and my eyes involuntarily shot to his crotch to see if I could see any part of his massive package. No luck. He's still on my riding list though. I have two lists; guys I want to fuck and guys I want to ride. He was definitely on the latter list. "Hey Dustin is Nolan here?"

"Yeah he's in the back," he replied.

"How are you liking the job?"

"It's good. I make good tips and of course all the pizza I can eat. Although I don't eat as much now as I did when I started."

"I'm sure. If I worked around it all day, I'm sure I'd get sick of it too." We walked behind the counter and found Nolan doing the books at the desk. He stood up when he saw us approaching.

"Hey Justin! Wasn't expecting you today. Just preparing the month end numbers."

"Sounds boring," I laughed. "Nolan this is Quinton. He's looking for a job and I thought you might have a spot for him."

"Yeah, of course. Nice to meet you Quinton," Nolan said as they shook hands. "We actually have two openings. One for a delivery driver and the other for a cook. Do you have a license?"

"Yeah, just no car though."

"No worries, we have the company vehicle. Which would you like to do?"

"Both are fine. I'd like to learn how to make pizza and I'm good at finding places."

"Not too hard to do with GPS, that's for sure. We could start you off making the pizzas and you and Dustin can alternate deliveries. When can you start?"

"Right now if you want," he replied eagerly.

"Tomorrow would be fine. We can do paperwork and come up with a schedule. Do you have any times you're not available?"

"Nope. Pretty open all the time at the moment. Hoping to go back to university eventually for a few classes, but no idea what that schedule is like. So whenever you need me."

"That's the type of employee I like. We start everyone at 15 dollars an hour, plus tips. We pool all tips to make it fair. I know some companies pay less for drivers and they keep all the tips, but we find it better for everyone if we share equally."

"Sounds good to me," Quinton smiled.

"Okay. Great. Come by tomorrow at noon and we'll get you signed up and find a uniform for you. Thanks Justin. Saves me having to do a lot of interviews. You guys need a pizza to take with you?"

"No we're good thanks. Quinton, you want one for tonight or anything?" I offered.

"No thanks. I'm good too," he replied politely.

"How's Blake doing? We miss him around here. I think some of the customers got used to having him at the front counter. He's quite the character."

"He's at summer camp right now. Terrorizing the wild animals and probably scaring them deeper into the woods."

Nolan laughed. "Somehow I can see that. Bears would be more scared of him, than he is of them."

"You know him well. See you later. Blake will be back when school starts, so I'm sure he'll want to work on the weekends or something."

"No problem boss. Whatever you need," he grinned as he walked us back to the front counter and introduced Quinton to Dustin. They shook hands.

As we headed out, Quinton looked at me. "He called you boss. Are you the manager or something?"

"No, Nolan is the manager. Just a thing he does," I said trying not to reveal that I owned the place. Probably not the right approach. "Now all you have to do is register for school and let me know how much it is. We'll come up with a loan agreement and presto. Your life is back on track. You want us to drop you off somewhere? You gonna be alright?"

"Yeah. I feel a lot better now. I think the job will help that's for sure. You're quite the amazing guy, Justin. Thanks for today."

"I'm just glad we were there at the right place and time to meet you. I'll give you my number. Call when you know your school details, or if you just want to talk, hang out, whatever."

"Thanks."

I put my number in his phone and we dropped him back at his apartment, which wasn't in the best neighborhood, but it was at least better than being homeless. I hope he does alright. Colin and I headed home and as soon as we got out of the car, he gave me a big hug and kiss.

"What was that for?" I asked with a smile. "Not that I'm objecting or anything."

"Proud of you today. You saved that guys life and helped him get back on his feet again."

"Thanks. It felt pretty good. I was scared at first as I thought he might actually jump and I'd probably be scarred for life if he had, but it all worked out. I hope not all patients will be like that when I am an actual psychologist."

"But if you get some that are, you'll be ready for it."

"I hope so," I said a little unsure of myself at this point, although today felt really good.

"Well let's do something fun tonight then," Colin suggested.

"Excellent! I call missionary style and I'm on the bottom!"

"And he's back," Colin laughed as we held hands and entered the house. The first thing we noticed was all the noise coming from the back yard. It sounded like there was a helium party going on as the shrieking was all high pitched and constant.

"I wouldn't go out there if I were you," Kyle said as he and Chance sat at the island in the kitchen.

"Kids. Millions of them. Everywhere." He laughed. "Jason and Alex are having a play date for the twins and I think they invited every 3 year old within a hundred mile radius."

"The noise is deafening the closer you get. We were thinking of going to sit on the runway at the airport for something quieter," Chance added as the guys fist bumped.

"Nice to see the boys getting some friends from their playschool, or whatever they go to before kindergarten," I remarked. "We should at least go say hi."

"I wouldn't if I were you. It's like a plague of shrieking locusts," Kyle warned.

"How bad could it be? They're just a bunch of little kids. If we take large fly swatters with us, we could knock them away pretty fast."

"Don't say we didn't warn you."

Colin and I headed out onto the back deck to head downstairs and we saw what Kyle and Chance were talking about. Not only were there about 30 little kids, along with their parents, but many of the kids were running around naked. It was like a mini-pop version of wreck beach. I looked at Colin and he just grinned. "We should at least say hi," he suggested. We made our way downstairs and found Alex and Jason in the middle of the parents watching the herd of kids running everywhere. I think some parents had inherited owl like traits as their heads swiveled all the way around trying to keep track of their kids.

"Hey! We heard the shrieking noises. Thought it was a bunch of girls being chased by a tiger or trying to get a look at Shawn Mendes shirtless. Figured we'd come check out what was happening," Colin said to the guys. "What happened? Did Baby Gap recall all their clothes or something?"

"Nope. The twins decided to take their clothes off, as they do, and that's all it took before other kids were running around without theirs. I think the parents just gave up after that," Alex laughed.

"I hope they're all potty trained," I added.

"I would hope so, but something tells me we shouldn't swim in the pool until it's been cleaned," Jason said helpfully.

There were mostly boys and girls all about Trevor and Travis' age running around, but there were also a few James' age hanging out with him, who were also without bathing suits. Usually by 7 they're becoming a little more self conscious, but I guess around our house no such modesty exists. Jason and Alex introduced us to a few of the parents, mainly mothers, who looked positively worn out. At least the parents had clothes on. Some were in bathing suits looking after the kids in the water...brave parents. I'd have needed a hazmat suit to go in that water. Others were on deck trying to get the kids to stop running around the side of the pool and herding them onto the grass instead. I've never heard such shrieking in my life. How can kids have that range of squeal? Now I know why they use plastic at kids parties as they'd shatter glass with that sort of high pitch.

James ran up to us. "Hi Uncle Colin and Justin. This is my friend Matthew."

"Hi Matthew. Nice to meet you."

The kid looked at me and then over at Jason. "Hey! How come you look like that guy?"

"We're twins. Like Travis and Trevor," I replied figuring that the term triplets might be a lost concept.

"Oh, okay. Me and James are twins too," he said as they put their arms around each others shoulders.

"You are? How come you don't look alike then?" I asked not getting how he figured they were twins since he was Asian with black hair and James was Caucasian with light brown hair.

"Yes we do, silly. Some parts of us look alike," Matthew giggled as the boys ran off.

I shook my head figuring I'd never understand little kids. Blake was more than enough to handle and he was almost a whole person now that he was 13. "Do you need help or do you have this under control? Whatever this is exactly."

"No, we're all good. I figure once the excitement burns itself off, these kids will be napping for hours."

"Well have fun. Text if you need anything," I said as we headed back inside.

"Traumatic isn't it?" Kyle laughed as we headed over to them. "Aren't you glad you only have to deal with Blake and his friends?"

"I have no idea how to answer that," Colin replied before I could say anything. We decided the best place for us to go tonight was to a movie and dinner, so we gathered everyone up and headed out.

The next few days were your normal hanging out type days. The housecleaners went about their normal chores and being all guys, they're fun to look at, but none as a much as the new pool boy. Zane had left us a while ago to pursue a career in building robots or artificial intelligence things. We all know how that turns out as we've seen Terminator. I checked, and he's not working for Skynet, so I think we're okay for now. The new pool boy, while super hot shirtless, didn't seem to be interested in sex at all. We had hired a company to look after the pool and hot tubs, and the owner was a member of the `Q', so I assumed that his employees would be gay or gay adjacent too, but not this one. I guess it's one of those affirmative action and non-discrimination things. You gotta hire some token straight people...if you can actually find any. In my world it seems 90% are gay and 10% are straight(ish). His name was Jayce and usually wore board shorts so as of yet I haven't seen his package. I thought of accidently knocking him into the pool, but so far I haven't. He's friendly enough, but just seems super straight. Maybe he's one of those straight boys that Kurt mentioned that isn't interested in guys at all. He and Kurt had started to become friends, which might be a good thing as Kurt could probably get him to relax a little. I'd considered bribing Jayce, like I did with Kurt, but I was trying to turn over a new leaf. I know, I've said that before and it never works, but it doesn't hurt to have goals and ambitions, no matter how unrealistic they may be. We all know I'm going to get Jayce naked, so I shouldn't pretend I'm not going to try. He had a body that was totally my type and one that you could help but stare at. I just wanted to see the rest of it to know what list to put him on.

"Hey Jayce. How're the pools today?" I asked casually as I strolled out with a couple beers and handed him one.

"Thanks," he replied as he took it from me. "They're a little dirty. Filters needed cleaning and I had to shock the pool, fix the PH balance and adjust the chlorine levels, but it'll be all good in a half hour."

I know how he could shock the pool owner...get naked. "Nice. You know you can feel free to use the pool if you want anytime you're here."

"Thanks, but I'm working and I wouldn't want to work all day in wet shorts."

"Just do like everyone else around here. Go skinny dipping. I know Kurt hits the pool with Patrick after they've been working on the cars."

"Yeah, he mentioned that. I'll keep my shorts on for now. Wouldn't want you to get too excited," he joked.

"Oh, I think I could control myself. Although you are about the only one that comes around that hasn't gotten his clothes off for a swim."

"I'm trying to be professional. Wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea of me."

I already had the wrong idea of him. He was a shy straight boy. He could prove me wrong by dropping those shorts. I didn't tell him that. "How did you get into pool cleaning?"

"Just something I thought would be a good job. I could work on my tan all summer, meet hot chicks in bikinis and spend my time mostly outdoors. Seemed like a good job to put me through University."

"Which University are you at?"

"BCIT. Studying Computer science."

"Nice. See we have something in common."

"Your studying computer science too?"

"Nope. Studying computer scientists," I smirked.

"Figures," he said shaking his head as he went back to work. He has a really cute ass that fills out his shorts nicely. Wouldn't mind trying a round of golf on there. That's my straight boy talk for having sex with him. Something about a hole in one, or getting my balls as close as I can to the hole, or some such thing, or hitting it straight down the fairway. The fairway being his butt crack. I watched him for a bit and couldn't figure out a way to get him naked without being obvious, so I headed back inside to find Kyle and Chance packing up the truck again.

"Off somewhere?" I asked.

"Just going paragliding. Wanna join us?"

"Sure. I can use some fresh air, but don't expect me to strap me to that thing and throw me off a cliff."

"No promises."

We headed out to the cliffs and once Kyle was all set up, he took the first run. Chance and I watched him making sure we took lots of pictures and video for his collection. "How long does he stay up?" I asked as we watched him.

"Usually `til he cums and then falls asleep," Chance said without cracking a smile.

"Nice!" I said as we high fived.

"Depends on the wind and the lift he can get, but usually about an hour if we're sharing. If he's doing it solo, he can go indefinitely depending on the conditions."

"So we wait here for an hour for him to come back?"

"Usually there's others around and we hang out, have some drinks, wait for them to call for a pickup. Things like that."

I looked around watching several other guys setting up their gliders. It was quite the process but from watching them fly around the sky, it looked like they all enjoyed it a lot and I could imagine if felt a little bit like being a bird. Chance and I left all our clothes, except for our underwear, in the truck, and found a nice open spot past some nearby bushes to suntan. We made sure we coated each other in suntan lotion so we wouldn't get burned. He did my back first and then handed me the bottle and lay down. I still find it super sexy to sit across someone's ass as I rub lotion into their back and then run my fingers just inside the top band of their shorts. Since we both decided to only wear underwear, it was even more fun to lower them a bit and coat right up to the top of his ass crack. He lay with his head on his folded arms and almost sighed as I decided to do them for him as well. "You know you're giving me a boner, right?"

"Not my fault that your boyfriend doesn't take care of it enough for you," I remarked as I turned around on his ass and did the backs of his legs. When I finally had no part of him left to coat, I got off and lay beside him. I put a little more lotion on my hand and pushed it into the back of his underwear and rubbed it on his ass cheeks and ran a finger down his ass crack, feeling deep between the cheeks for his pucker.

"You know I don't need lotion there, right" Chance said turning his head to look at me.

"You might. The sun is pretty strong today and might burn right through your shorts," I grinned. "Wait until you turn over..."

"Same old Justin!" He chuckled.

"Old? Who are you calling old, bitch?" I was about to make sure that his prostate wouldn't get burned but a guy headed toward us with a towel. I slowly, and might I say, reluctantly, removed my hand from Chance's shorts.

"Mind if I join you?" the guy said as he approached.

"No. I'm Chance. This is Justin."

"Rocket. Actually it's Adam, but my friends just call me Rocket," he said as he lay his towel down beside Chance, who moved his leg to kick me slightly. I wondered if that was a warning not to say anything sexual about the guy's nickname. As if I'd do that.

"So why do they call you Rocket?" I asked ignoring Chance. "Do you only blast off after a countdown?"

"Funny. No. It's my gliding name."

"Too bad. I mean they call me Python and I don't even glide."

Chance kicked me again. Rude. The guy never commented. He just smiled and undressed down to his underwear and lay down to join us. "Would one of you mind doing my back?" I leapt over Chance like and Olympic hurdler and straddled Rocket quickly. "That's a unique way of doing it," he said quickly.

"Gets the lotion in better," I said as I coated his back and began to give him more of a massage than a lotioning... Is that a word? As I rubbed Adam's back I reached over and pulled the back of Chance's underwear down quickly to expose his ass. Chance rapidly pulled them back up, so I did it again. He slapped my hand and pulled his shorts back over his ass cheeks. I moved off Adam and rubbed my hands just inside the top of his underwear, trying to feel if he had a hairy ass or not.

"I think that's good, thanks. I can get the rest from here."

Bummer. "Sure. Glad I could help," I said putting my hand on his ass as I made a production out of climbing over both guys instead of standing up and walking around. At least he had a firm ass.

"Are you both gliders?" Adam asked as he looked over towards us.

"I'm not. I'm just the support help," I answered. "Chance is the glider."

"You not going up?"

That seems like a personal question. I'd been up since I started rubbing lotion on them. Chance looked at him. "Yeah, soon. My boyfriend is up right now. I'll go when he gets back."

"Nice. Ideal conditions today. Perfect air."

I took a deep breath. "Yep, pretty fresh," I agreed. They both looked at me as if I had just escaped from the mental ward, before looking back at each other. God, get a room already. They talked about paragliding and some of the places they'd been. I just watched the gliders floating around in the sky like a flock of really large birds. It actually looked a lot of fun and the more I watched, the more fascinated I became by how easy they made it look. If I wasn't terrified of heights, I'd totally consider doing it. But for now I just watched and listened to chatty Cathy and babbling Betty ramble on about sports and things I knew nothing about. If they could change the subject to sex and who could take the biggest dick, I'd be right there in the middle of it. `It' being the conversation of course.

"Looks like Kyle is coming in," I announced as I saw him heading back to the top of the cliff. "I think he's trying for a landing on the upper field."

"I guess that's our cue to go. Nice meeting you Rocket. Have a good flight," Chance said to him as he went to grab his towel.

"Might as well leave them. I'll come back with Kyle and at least our spot will be still here," I said.

"Kyle?" Rocket said turning half onto his side and looking up at us. "Kyle Christianson?"

"Yeah, you know him?" Chance asked.

"Sure. Dude's epic. Glide with him all the time. Last time I saw him was last summer during the naked flight for freedom."

"Naked flight for freedom? What's that?" I asked finally able to join in the conversation about something of interest.

"You've heard of the World Naked Bike Ride, right?"

"Sure. Were in it all the time," I exaggerated.

"Well it's like that, except we all glide naked for the day."

"I'll have to come check that out," I said suddenly very interested in paragliding. "For the cause of course. Is it the same as the bike ride? To reduce our dependency on fossil fuels?"

"Of course. Why else?" Rocket said with a big grin. "Tell him I'm here. I'd love to catch up with him again."

We headed off quickly to meet up with Kyle as he began his landing. I wondered if one day they may need a tower and landing coordinates. I'm sure the first guys in planes never thought that they'd need a whole airport, or that they'd be competing for airspace either. We ran over to where Kyle landed and helped him get out of his harness. Chance and him kissed and I just looked at the paraglider.

"So what have you two been up to?" Kyle grinned as he grabbed Chance by the crotch.

"Just tanning. Met a friend of yours. Rocket. He says hi," Chance told him.

"Cool. Haven't seen him since last summer. Guy is almost a legend."

"Yeah we heard," Chance smirked. "Seems like you were out naked gliding the last time you saw him."

"Yep. Super cool day. The flight for freedom. It's a local thing that we hope to make international. You gotta be here for it this year. We'll rent another glider so we can both go up at the same time."

"I'll stay on the field and go `up' symbolically with you too," I grinned.

"I'll bet!" Kyle laughed. "Okay babe, let's get you strapped in and on your way. You'll probably need a few other clothes. It's a bit cool out there."

Chance ran over to the truck to get dressed as Kyle and I maneuvered the glider over towards the edge of the cliff. He returned dressed for his flight and we helped strap him in. They kissed again before Chance took off over the edge. We watched as he got lift and sailed off into the sunset. Well off over the field below, since the sun was kinda behind us. Kyle turned and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Let's go get some sun!"

"Agreed. Our stuff is still over there." We headed to our suntanning spot and found Rocket still there with the back of his underwear down and his ass exposed.

He heard us approach and looked over. "Shit! Sorry, I hate tan lines," he said as he pulled his underwear back up and stood up. "Kyle! It's been a while man. How was the flight?"

"Decent. Good currents today. Could have stayed up there all day. You've met Justin right?"

"Yep. And your boyfriend, Chance. I think he's hotter than the last one. What was his name?"

"Uhh, back then it could have been Tripp or Dickson."

"Tripp, I think. I never saw you staying together for long. He always seemed a bit to uhh, nelly..is that PC? Umm, feminine for you. Chance seems like a real guy."

I lowered my voice a notch. An octave? A step? A bar? Whatever measurement you use to lower your voice, I moved it down one. "Yeah, those nelly fags give gay guys a bad name," I said trying to agree before sitting down on the towel. Both guys laughed and lay on their towels.

I grabbed the suntan lotion. "Want me to do your back?" I asked Kyle.

"Sure. Rocket, you mind if I get rid of the shorts? I'm with you on the no tan line thing."

"No sweat off my balls, dude. Go for it."

Kyle stripped his shorts off and Rocket followed his lead. Surprisingly, I kept my on for now as I straddled Kyle's ass, giving it a small slap as I did it. I poured lotion on his back and began to rub it in as Adam Rocket man and Kyle caught up. I finished with his back and shuffled down to do his ass (thoroughly) before moving to do his legs. I looked over at Rocket. At least I had my answer about whether or not he had a hairy ass. He did not. I mean he had some in his crack, but not enough to consider him hairy. "You want more lotion on your back before I lie down?" I asked him.

"Sure. I could use a fresh coat," he said smiling back at me. He was a decent looking guy and I'd have no problem coating him with anything he wanted. I got off Kyle and straddled Rocket's ass for the second time. This being the first time I'd done it without his shorts on. They kept talking as I lotioned him up only this time without stopping, I made sure to get his ass as well. It felt nice and firm. I could bounce around on that easily. I did his legs and was working on the bottom of his feet when he scared the crap out of me.

He sat up quickly and then jumped up. "Holy shit! Did you see that. They almost collided! He missed him by a millimeter. I think he took some of his air. Fuck! He dropped like 20 feet in a second." Kyle sat up and looked out at the gliders.

"I missed it. Have they recovered?"

"Yeah. That was close. Shit. Coulda been a nightmare." He turned to look at me still sitting back on my ankles. I could now see the rest of him. Trimmed pubes and an uncut cock with reasonable size balls. Meh, you've seen one cock, you've seen them all. I refrained from opening my mouth and putting my tongue out.

"You want someone to do your back?" he asked.

"Uh, sure," I said as I sat there before standing up to move over to my towel.

"Holy shit dude. Not to be inappropriate or anything, but is that bulge all you, or are you wearing a jock or something?" I looked down and the front of my shorts were tented out like crazy. I guess rubbing lotion on two naked guys does have an affect on me.

"Uh, no that's just the way it is. I guess my dick likes the warm weather."

Kyle laughed. "Prove it to him. Show him that thing," he said as he reached up and yanked the front of my shorts down to expose my almost fully inflated cock.

"Dude, you'll destroy some chick with that thing!" Rocket said as he shot a look at me.

"No fear of that," Kyle laughed.

"Oh right. Gay. Sorry, I forgot. Well, then you'll shred some guys ass, then. Is that better?"

"Yep. On the nose buddy. On the nose," Kyle laughed as I put my dick away. I'm available for live ass shredding demonstrations if anyone was interested.

"Told you my nickname was Python. Now you know why," I said shrugging it off and went over to lay on my towel. Kyle grabbed the lotion and sat beside me to rub it into my back.

"You losing the shorts, or going for the tan line?" he asked grabbing the waistband. I removed my underwear and adjusted my dick before lying flat again. Kyle finished lubing me up...lotioning me up, and lay back down. Rocket looked over at us.

"You guys tan naked most of the time too huh?"

"Yeah. At home," Kyle replied.

"You live together?"

"Yeah. It's a big house so we have plenty of space," he said understating the size.

"Nice. So do you guys all fool around together? If that's not inappropriate to ask. Just tell me to shut up if I'm being rude or something."

"No, we are pretty open with each other," Kyle replied diplomatically.

"That's cool. Tried to get my girlfriend to have a three-way, but she wasn't into it. Says monogamy is the only way to go."

I shook my head. Straight boys are so pussy whipped. Get out the bondage gear, tie her up and have a three-way anyway. Once she goes fifty shades of grey, she'll never go back to vanilla again.

"Did you suggest another girl or a guy as the third?" Kyle asked as they talked. At least this conversation I could follow along with. Not like Chance and Rocket's paragliding around the world adventures.

"Girl dude. Nothing hotter than watching two chicks do it. No offense. Just wouldn't be able to get into it if it was another dude. Especially if I watched him fucking my girl. I'd probably go on a jealous killing spree."

"Nice to know if I'm ever over at your place naked with you and your girl," Kyle grinned.

"I somehow don't think I'd have anything to worry about. I'd just duct tape my ass shut in case you got any ideas."

"Funny. Well, I already know you like blowjobs and a good rimming. Not hard to learn how to give instead of just receive."

"That was a one time thing dude," he said sounding like he was giving Kyle a bit of a warning.

"But seriously. You want your girl to get a little wilder? Give her what she wants first. Suggest a second guy. Bite the bullet...so to speak...and then once she agrees to that, the second time ask if you can switch it up and have the third be a girl. Or offer to do a double date thing where you all play together."

"Double date thing sounds like it might work. I could do his girl and he could do mine and we wouldn't have to do each other. Then if the girls decided to hook up, we could watch. Epic! You gay guys have it all figured out, huh? If you had pussies, you'd be the perfect partners."

"If we had pussies, we wouldn't be gay guys," Kyle reminded him jokingly.

"Touché," Rocket replied. "Hey, if I'm cramping your style right now, feel free to go ahead and fuck if you want. It wouldn't bother me. I'll just catch some zee's."

I put my hand on Kyle's ass and rubbed it. He just looked over at me and grinned as he took my hand away. I turned to my side and pulled the palm of his hand closer and lay my erection on it. He shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"See what you started, Rocket? Now you got Justin horny. You might want to think about that duct tape right about now."

"Rocket looked over Kyle and saw me on my side. Kyle took his hand off my dick and I was fully exposed.

"Damn, that's big. Not gonna go to an orgy with you. I'd never get laid," he said shaking his head before lying back down.

Does he wanna bet on that. I'd have his legs over my shoulders in half the time it took him to get his clothes off. I chose not to say that. "I dunno. You're pretty good looking. I'm sure you'd get laid."

He smiled. "Uh, thanks! So would you guys actually ever have sex in public?"

"Sure. Depends on the company though. Nothing hotter than sex outdoors with people watching and being turned on by it."

"See! That's what I mean. Gay guys just go for it wherever. My girl has to be in a bed with the lights out. No imagination. Closest I got to wild sex was when we went camping and we did it in the tent."

"Get her drunk," Kyle snorted jokingly.

"Yeah, that's not a good idea. Bitch is a mean drunk. She'd probably bite my dick off if I suggested she give me a blowjob that lasted more than 15 seconds."

"No offense dude, as I don't know your girlfriend, but it sounds like you're not all that compatible," Kyle told him.

"Actually apart from the sex stuff, we're totally compatible. She's like my best friend."

"Apart from the sex stuff?" I queried. "Isn't that like 80% of it? So keep her as a friend. Maybe friend with benefits and go get a wilder chick for the other times."

"I think we should stop talking about sex or I'm going home with blue balls."

"Or you could turn over and I could take care of it for you," Kyle offered.

"Uh, not right now," he said looking around. "Not really the right time and place. Plus I have to be a lot hornier to let a guy suck my dick. No offense or anything. I totally think gay guys are cool, just not my first choice for sex."

"What if you were stuck on a deserted island?" I asked.

"Huh? What?"

"If you were on a deserted island like in Lord of the Flies or something and you got horny. Would you just go into the woods and jack off, or would you have sex with one of the guys?"

"Oh, I'd totally have sex with one of the guys if I had no other options. Sex with a guy would definitely be better than just jerking off all the time. Might draw the line at having a dick in my ass but I think I'd be okay to fuck a dude."

"Okay, now it's my turn to say we should stop talking about sex before I make you prove it," Kyle said adjusting himself as he lay flat on his towel.

Rocket laughed. "I also said if there were no other options, dude. It's not like we're actually stuck on a deserted island."

"True. You feel like going out on a three hour boat cruise next weekend?"

"Funny. Are you Gilligan or the Skipper?"

"Uhh, I'm the professor, dude! Justin here is Ginger."

Rocket looked over at me. "I can see that."

What the hell is that supposed to mean? I could take that so many ways. I chose to snort a `hmmph' and lay down to ignore them. They both laughed and our sex talked ended...without anyone getting laid I might add.

Chance returned a while later and we said goodbye to Rocket who still didn't appear to be making any moves to go gliding, and seemed satisfied at just tanning. Chance was excited about his flight and told us all about it and how he saw the two guys almost collide and it freaked him out a bit. As we began to dismantle the glider, I realized that I had forgotten my sunglasses back where we were tanning.

"Be right back," I told the guys and sprinted to the bushes. Maybe I secretly left them there to have another look at Rocket, but I wasn't expecting to see him jerking off when I got there. I crouched down and watched as he stroked himself with his eyes closed. Then I realized that if he opened them, he would probably see me there totally perving on him and that would seem somewhat creepy. I stood back up and walked as silently as I could towards him. "Need a hand with that?" I said as I got closer.

"Shit!" He said as he quickly opened his eyes and covered his crotch with his hands. "I just got carried away."

"Didn't mean to scare you or interrupt. I just forgot my sunglasses," I said as I retrieved them from the dirt. "That deserted island must be looking pretty good right about now. You need some help with that problem?"

"I'm good thanks," he replied.

"Okay, but it might be years before we get rescued off the island," I joked. "Catch you at the next cliff." I started to head back to the guys.

"Wait!" Rocket said suddenly. I turned to look at him. He had his cock pushed straight up and completely visible. About 6 inches, but nice enough. "I'd be okay if you want to watch. It kinda turns me on to have an audience, if you wanted to."

If I wanted to? Does a monkey like a banana? I strolled back over to him and knelt down. "Do you do it dry or with lotion?"

"Usually dry. Is it better with lotion?"

"Find out for yourself," I said taking the suntan lotion he had out, poured some in my hand and rubbed it around his dick. He jumped and gasped slightly, but inevitably took it back from me. Talk about taking candy from a homo...I'd have said baby, but I'm not a baby. I'm not! I'm not! I'm not!!

He jerked off and I sat and watched. He closed his eyes and curled his toes when he was getting close and then gave me a thumbs up just before he grunted and let fly with a huge load. "Fuck that was hot. Yeah, lotion is way better."

"Yep. Of course having someone do it for you is ten times better. Catch you on the next island!" I chuckled as I got up and ran back to Kyle and Chance.

"What took so long?"

"Nothing. Couldn't find them at first. Plus talked to Rocket for a second as I looked." I looked all right. Almost licked too.

"He's a nice guy, right?"

"Seems it. Very open and outgoing. Wouldn't mind being stranded on that island with him, that's for sure."

"I'll bet," Kyle grinned. Chance just looked confused. "Long story."

We headed for burgers before heading back. Colin was home and I gave him a big hug and kiss, and grabbed his crotch through his jeans.

"What was that for?"

"Just letting you know that you'd be the one I'd love to be stranded on an island with."

"Uh, thanks? You too," he chuckled as we kissed again. Chance asked why I was talking about a deserted island again, so we told him the story. I left out the part about checking out how well his flare gun worked.

"Oh, we got a letter from Blake by the way," Colin said as grabbed the envelope off the counter.

I looked at it and it certainly had all the markings of Blake on it. The envelope was in his writing and above our address it said `Justin Masters and Colin Worthington (Dads) – and everyone else'. It took almost the whole length of the envelope. "That's detailed," I grinned as we opened it.

`Deer Dads, There making us rite letters home...with a pen and paper. Stupid rite? I mean if they just let us have our phones we could text. Not even sure how this is going to get to u unless there emailing it or sumthing. Me and Cory r still having super epik fun. We did lots of new activities and I havent busted myself up again, which is good, rite? Oh btw, I'm an m-tarian now. That means I only eat food that begins with an m. Like marshmallows, muffins, mangos, macaroni and cheese, maple syrup (on pancakes), melon, marang (like on a lemon marang pie), milk, milkshakes, mountain dew, m&m's, milk chocolate, Mewsli (it's a kind of cereal), mixed vegtables (my counsiller suggested that one), and spagetti. That's meatballs WITH spagetti! Oh, and McDonald's of course. Guess who showed up at camp this month? Colton. He told me Stone is his boyfriend now, so guess you can't have him huh. There not being gay around campers or anything, but I no that there together cuz I caught them doing stuff. They say hi. Me, Cory and a few other guys maid our own boat, and it floats. We were gonna use it to explor the other side of the lake, but the counsillers said it was 2 far away 2 go in it. I think there just being overprotective, like a bunch of Moms or sumthing. I went skinny dipping with some of the older boys. That was fun espeshully when we ran out of the water and scared girls. My horse still likes me so do you think maybe we could bring him home after camp? He'll miss me since there will be no one for him to play with when all us kids are gone at the end of summer. I promis to take care of him and if it seals the deal, I promis to even pick up his poop when we go out and stuff, but I'm gonna need really big poop bags. He poops a lot. Kinda like Kyle. I'll even pay for his food. He likes apples. I'm getting 2 no lots of people and making a bunch of new friends including girls. Some have seen me on TV, so I'm sort of a big deal around here cuz of it. 1 girl even has a crush on me, her name is Layla, so I might have a camp girlfriend now. I'll let you know, but might not tell you everything, cuz your gay and stuff and don't really no about boy/girl things much. Can u bring me mor condums when u come 2 camp, cuz most of the ones I had I used for a water balloon fight. We needed bigger balloons so I used the condums and u never no when your gonna need them so bring more pleeeeez. Gotta go. See u guys on parents day, but remember u gotta act frosty, right? No calling me stupid pet names or messing up my hair or embarasing me or enything. Luv ya. Blake the awesome!'??

"I love how he crossed out the part about not calling him names or messing up his hair," Colin joked. "Good to see our school dollars doing such a good job on spelling. Guess that's the difference between texting and writing an actual letter...you get a chance to correct things before you send them."

"Most kids his age can't spell. Hell, I don't even know half the words correct spelling until the autocorrect kicks in, but I'm beginning to think you might be starting to look forward to a ducking instead of a fucking," I giggled.

"You know I always like a nice ducking, especially with you," Colin teased. "Just no feathers."

"That was bad."

"What does he mean by I poop a lot?" Kyle said as his take away from the letter. Chance laughed.

"Probably because every time he comes in our room, you tell him to leave because you have to use the bathroom and the only way he'll get out is if you tell him you're going number two. He must think you go 5 times a day."

Kyle laughed. "Yeah, guess I do tell him that a lot. If I tell him I'm just going to pee, half the time he follows me in and watches. Not so much when you tell him you're going for a dump."

"I'll have to remember that," I laughed. "But I'm actually looking forward to seeing him. I kinda miss him around here."

"Yeah, that constant walking in on us having sex, trying to trick us into doing what he wants, and always wanting to know things..." Kyle said rolling his eyes. "It's a big loss to all of us."

"Good point. We'll sign him up for another six months."

"It'd be like a wilderness boarding school," Chance said grinning.

"There's an idea," Colin said nodding as we all joked about leaving Blake at camp, while at the same time I knew we all missed him equally.

It was another two weeks before parent's day came around and we decided to take the entire entourage along with us. We knew Blake and Cory would enjoy it, and if they didn't it would be fun to embarrass them anyway. That's a hard rule written into the parenting manual. If your kids aren't complaining about you to their friends, you're doing it wrong. This time we'd remembered to pack our bathing suits as last month we found out that we could have gone swimming in the lake if we'd wanted to.

"Should we take one vehicle or show up with a convoy of cars?" Kyle asked as we got ready to head to camp.

"There's going to be 13 of us going, so I thought we could show up using the three Maserati's," I suggested. "That should make quite the entrance."

"Won't that be a bit ostentatious? Colin asked shaking his head a bit as he smiled.

"No, but it'll sure put on a display and attract a lot of attention," I said looking at him with the guy agreeing.

"I love it. The three chrome Maserati's arriving at once should blind them like looking at the surface of the sun," Kyle remarked.

J.P. and Ryan arrived early and hung around with us as we got ready. The twins, Trevor and Travis, were running back and forth with James like they had downed six cans of Red Bull, excited that they were going to go see Blake. Once we were all in our best camp appropriate (campy appropriate?) outfits and looking amazing, we loaded up the cars, swung by to pick up Sheila, and headed for camp. The parking lot was a maze of parents showing up to see their kids. I always wondered what the point was of parent's day. You sell off your kids for a month or two and then you go and visit them. Seems a bit counterproductive if you ask me. Cory and Blake were waiting at the edge of the parking lot like inmates on visiting day as we arrived. They had to wait until we came to them before they could greet us. I guess it was just too busy for them to run into traffic this time. Shows how far we've declined as a society when you can't even let your kids run into traffic anymore without someone worrying for their safety. Being a Society Boy sucks...

"Holy shit! You brought everyone!!" Blake yelled as he greeted us. The twins were the first to clamp onto their cousin with excitement. They looked like puppies that hump your leg. James just looked around sticking close to Alex, asking where the horses were.

"Hey Blake!" I said going in for the hug over top of the ankle biters clamped to him. He gave me a one armed hug to acknowledge my existence and then did the same thing with Colin. He'd be getting the embarrassing hug and hair rub later when it would have the greatest parent embarrassing affect on him.

"Whoa, I can totally tell you guys apart now," Blake said as he stood back looking at the Triple J's. "Dad, you have short hair. Uncle J.P. is all tanned and Uncle Jason didn't shave today."

I looked at Jason and smiled. He had a three day growth of a beard, but with the three of us, that's like a one day growth on anyone else, so I barely noticed. I guess we did look a little different now. I suppose it had to happen at some point since we all had our own lives to live. We'd get back to identical later on in the fall when the guys went back to filming `Blurred Lines'. Cory hugged his Mom and Jason, and said hi to James and the twins.

"So? What's first?" Colin asked as we looked at Blake.

"HORSES!!" Yelled the twins excitedly.

"Sure. Horses it is, but we have to stop and show you our cabin first," Blake acknowledged as he took the twins by the hands and walked with them. We all followed along behind. Most kids had one or two parents with them. We were moving like a Justin Bieber entourage through camp.

As we got close to the cabin we heard Blake groan as he saw another kid approaching with his Dad.

"Not a fan of his?" I grinned as I saw the look on Blake's face.

"Not really. He's a total asshole. The guy on the right is Noah Spiegel. He just arrived this month. You met the other guy last month. Sawyer, my bunk mate."

The twins giggled. "Yeah, he's an asshole," they parroted.

"We don't use those kinds of words boys,' Jason reminded them. We don't? Since when? If someone is an asshole, or has a cute one, then we most certainly DO use those words. I guess not having had Blake when he was a baby, we missed censoring all the bad words. Most of the time I learn all the new words from him anyway. The last thing I found out was that Smash' meant casual sex, or AF' meant as fuck'. Fortunately with Blake we still had a pretty open dialogue and he was all too happy to share his knowledge with us, mainly to show how grownup he was. I kept waiting for the day, where we got the one word answers to questions. How was school? fine'. Where are you going? out' When will you be back? later' What are you doing tonight? `sex'. Answers like that hadn't happened as a regular form of communication yet.

"Spiegel?" Colin asked looking at Blake. Is his Dad Kevin?"

"I dunno," Blake shrugged. "Like I said. He's an asshole. What he needs is to have a good hard kick in the nuts and then be waterboarded."

I tried not to laugh, but could see Kyle and Troy break out with a giant smile.

"He can't be that bad," Colin said as the boy approached.

"Wrong!! He's that bad plus 10. Dude is salty 24/7, throwing shade at people all the time. But me and my squad just clap back."

"Is he speaking English?" I heard Alex ask Jason, who just shrugged. I pretended to know what he was talking about as I quickly Googled the words.

"He thinks he's Gucci because his Dad is buying the camp after the summer."

Colin looked at Blake and then at the boys making a direct beeline for us. Blake looked like he was braced for a nuclear impact as the guy got closer. Is this your fam?" the boy said looking at Blake and Cory.

You could almost see the conflict on Blake's face. "Yeah. This is Noah and Sawyer." He announced to all of us.

"Nice to meet you, Noah. Sawyer. Blake says your last name is Spiegel? Any relation to Kevin Spiegel?"

"Yeah, he's my Dad," the boy answered looking a little shocked that Colin would know that.

"Well, small world. Your father works in my office as the V.P. of acquisitions."

"Uh, really? Cool," he said unconvincingly as he looked around.

"Noah says his Dad is buying the camp after the summer and bulldozing it," Blake said as if to prove that Noah was the big asshole he said he was.

Colin smiled. "Close. We're buying the camp as we think it has potential, but we're not bulldozing it. We're going to do some renovations so that we can use it year round."

"So YOU'RE buying the camp?" Blake asked Colin, making sure he said it loud enough for Noah and Sawyer to hear.

"Yep. Kevin is doing the deal which should be finished by the time summer is over. Is your Dad coming today?" Colin asked Noah.

"Uh, yes sir. He said he should be able to drop by for a bit."

"Good. He talks about you all the time. Nice to meet you," Colin said as we began to walk away. Blake paused and turned to look at Noah who I saw give Blake the finger. Yep, I'd say Blake's definition of him was suitable. We headed over to where the horses were, and the twins ran excitedly to the fence pulling Blake along with them as soon as we got within sight.

"That's my horse there," Blake said pointing to one. "His name is Midnight. He totally knows me. Watch." He let go of the twins and went over to a bucket nearby, pulling out a carrot and climbed up a rung on the fence. "Here boy!" He yelled waving the carrot. To my surprise the horse came over and Blake fed him. The twins backed off a bit as the horse came right up to us. Jason and Alex lifted the boys up and let them pet him. Kyle asked James if he'd like to as well and lifted him up to join in. "So we totally need to take Midnight home after camp or he'll miss me. But we can negosh," Blake said getting down off the fence. I assumed negosh, meant negotiate. Seems living in a world without adults was changing the way he talked. Pretty soon, I may have to learn teenager. I'm sure I'm not that old, but you blink and one day, you're no longer part of the in crowd.

"This camp is totally lit, Dad. We have the coolest counsellors and me and Cory are getting to be the GOAT at waterskiing."

Kyle whispered in my ear "Greatest of all time." I nodded. At least I now knew what GOAT was and didn't have to worry about one of them eating my pants. I also looked around the camp at the poles and was glad to know that they lit the camp at night. I found out from my Googling later that `lit' mean cool. Two months at camp and he's barely understandable. No chance of me letting him move into the Academy when he turns 14, I'll not understand a word, and that would be totally whack. See, I still got it.

We were given a tour of pretty much everything the camp had to offer, and after an early lunch in the dining room, and the required time to digest, we all got to go swimming in the lake, which all of us enjoyed, especially the kids. Afterwards, as we were heading to the showers to change out of our wet shorts, we saw Noah with his Dad heading to the lake.

"Hi Kevin!" Colin said as we got closer.

"Hey Colin. Blake! Nice to see you again. This is my son Noah."

"Yes, we met earlier," Colin acknowledged. "Was just telling him what a small world this was. Us working together and the two boys being in the same cabin at camp."

"You're not wrong about that. I know we're not at the office, but since we're here, I thought I'd let you know, we settled on the final deal for the camp, and I'll have the paperwork on your desk to sign on Monday, and then its all yours boss."

"Wait! You work for Blake's Dad?" Noah said as his face seemed to lose some of its colour.

"Sure. He owns the company I work for. You two could be good friends. I'll have to have you over to the house for dinner one night." He turned to look at us. "Well, looks like it's our turn to hit the water. How is it?"

"Wet," Colin joked as we parted company. I saw Blake give Noah a face and then returned the finger he'd been given earlier. Guess he was slapping his back, or back clapping him, or whatever that term was he'd used earlier.

The whole day was taken up with activities showing off things that the kids had been up to. We got to see how much better both Cory and Blake had gotten at archery. The younger kids wanted to try it, but they were still too small, although they did get to make things in the arts and craft area that had been set up. There wasn't a talent show like the first month, but that was fine by me, as there were plenty of other things to do, and sitting through a kids talent show is almost as bad as listening to a politician.

I smiled when we got to one of the activity areas and saw that they had a few carnival type activities set up. One of which was a dunk tank with several of the older boys hanging around it shirtless.

"We should go give that a try,' Chance said pointing to it.

"Took the words right out of my mouth," I acknowledged eagerly.

Colin leaned in to my ear. "Just behave yourself," he warned squeezing my hand.

"Don't I always? I was even thinking of volunteering to hand out towels and help them dry off if they needed. You know I like to be helpful."

"That's what I'm afraid of.

As we got closer, Colton ran up to us. "Hey guys! Nice to see you here. You gonna dunk Stone? He's up next. I'm first in line to get him though."

"Things still going well between the two of you?" Colin asked.

"Yeah we're totally lit. I'm thirsty for some action with him though as we don't have a lot of privacy around here. They keep us pretty busy most of the time."

"It's dark as fuck at night, and I know this perfect place after us campers go to sleep. I could show you if you'll let me watch him shaft you. He's got such a big one."

"Blake!" Colin warned.

"What? He does. It's like a monster. I'll bet Colton can't even take the whole thing. I could show him where I take my squad when I need some action."

"I thought we had a deal about keeping your pecker in your pants," I said quietly to Blake.

He just shrugged. "Can't help it if I'm v fire! When you're the goat, you just gotta be avail, bruh! Colton knows what I mean. He's totally woke."

"He's totally what?" I asked looking at Kyle.

"He means that Colton is totally aware of what he means."

That's one of us then. I had no idea what the hell was talking bout. "Well, he's not woke when you're around. Stay asleep," I warned.

"Parents!" Blake said shaking his head. "Let's go soak Stone."

We watched as his counsellor, or Colton's new boyfriend climbed onto the dunk tank platform and got himself ready. He goaded Colton into trying to dunk him. Goad, not goat just for the record. Colton connected on the first shot, sending Stone into the water. As he came up he spit a mouthful of water at us. Cory went next to try and dunk Stone, and missed with his three balls, while Blake got a hit with his second one. James was allowed to get close, but missed, and when the twins tried, Colton had snuck around back of the tank and surprised Stone by hitting the target as the twins threw at the same time, making it look like they'd hit him. They jumped around cheering as Stone resurfaced and glared at Colton.

"I'll get even!" he warned playfully.

"Bring it!" Colton said cupping his hands toward himself.

Stone climbed out and came over to us as he dried himself off, making sure to hug Colton to get him wet.

"Hey guys. Great to see you again," he said with a huge grin as he looked at J.P. and Jason before looking back at me. "These must be your brothers. I can see the family resemblance."

"Resemblance?" Blake asked looking at him like he was deranged. "They're identical. Right down to their buttholes."

"BLAKE!" I said swatting him at the back of the head.

"What? You are. No one can tell you apart when you all have your hair the same way. God, even their penises are identical."

"BLAKE!" I warned again "Not appropriate."

"Okay, but it's true. Not an insult or anything, just a fact."

"You guys heading over to the cabin? I gotta go get changed," Stone asked apparently trying to change the subject.

"Yeah, we were just heading there," Blake said quickly. Our entourage headed towards the boys cabin where it was busy with kids showing their parents things they'd accomplished. Blake took hold of my arm, and pulled me to a stop as the others continued to the front of the cabin.

"Umm, Dad. Did you get my letter?"

"Sure. It was a nice surprise," I beamed as I looked at him.

"Did you...ummm...bring me the condoms? I'm all out and you don't want me getting girls pregnant or anything do you?"

"We definitely wouldn't want you doing that. Are you planning on having sex with them or another water balloon fight?"

"Which would get you to give them to me?" He asked batting his big green eyes at me. Not as cute as when he was younger, but still adorable.

"You know I don't think it's a good idea for you to be having sex with anyone at camp. I think you should keep enjoying being a kid. Lots of time for adult things when you're older."

"Got it. You've done your parental advice and I noted it. So can I have some condoms just in case please? You always told me to be responsible, and there's lots of really cool girls here that want to be with me. You never know how far they might want to go and they can be pretty persistent when they know a guy is horny Dad. Or do you just want me to keep doing boys and stuff?"

"Would you answer me honestly if I asked you a serious question?"

"Will it get me grounded?"

"Not if you answer me honestly. I'm not trying to trap you."

"Okay, shoot."

"Are you having sex with people at camp?"

"Yes. Definitely. But don't ask me to name names Dad or I'll have to take the fifth."

"I think I've already mentioned there is no such thing as the fifth in Canada, but I'm not going to ask names. Just try and behave, alright? You're much more advanced sexually than most kids your age and I don't think it's appropriate for you to be using that knowledge with them."

"Relax Dad. Mostly guys my age just ask questions about sex, which I answer. I've only had sex with older boys...mostly, oh and Cory of course."

"Stay in your age range. I mean it Blake. You know the rules and the consequences."

"Stay frosty Dad. I'm a well behaved boy concentrating on improving my camping skills."

"I think I call bullshit on that."

"Remember the Boy Scout Motto Dad. `Don't ask, Don't tell'."

"That's not a thing Blake," I said as I covertly handed him 6 condoms. Whether right or wrong to encourage sex, I'd rather he had them than to give in to 13 year old urges and did it without them. He grinned and stuck them in his pocket before giving me a fast bro hug.

"Thanks Dad. You're extra woke."

Yep. I definitely am, and hopefully in a few hours I can be extra nap. We rejoined the rest of the group mingling with parents outside. Since the cabin wasn't really big enough for everyone, only Sheila, Colin and I went in with Cory, Blake and the two counsellors, who excused themselves from all the other parents to go get changed. I smiled as I watched Colton go into the back bedroom with Stone. They definitely looked as if they were getting along.

Blake showed us his footlocker again and was proud of the fact that he'd done some of his own laundry to have clean clothes. Cory's was much neater than Blake's and I told him he should pay attention to it.

"Why? I know where everything is. I have a system. It'd be zero chill to have everything folded and super neat."

"Zero chill huh? Is that like frosty?"

No! God, it's exactly the opposite, Dad. Frosty is to be cool, right? And zero chill means uncool. Don't try to use our words, it's creepy Dad."

"Yeah Justin it's creepy, yo!" Colin laughed.

"Yo? Wasn't that from the 90's or something. Look who's showing his age now," I laughed. Colton and Stone returned, and either they hadn't fooled around at all, or it was the quickest quicky ever. I didn't ask. As we left the cabin, Colton thanked us again for introducing him to Stone and said they would come over once camp was finished.

"Cool. We can have a party. Maybe watch Netflix and chill," Blake said he stuck his tongue out to the side with a big grin.

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed.

"Epic. No take backs, right?" he said as he stuck out his hand to shake.

I went to take it and Colton coughed and shook his head. I looked at him puzzled. "'Netflix and chill' means sex."

"Since when? So what the hell would you say if you actually just wanted to watch Netflix and chill?" I asked.

"Probably ask if you wanted to watch something on Netflix, or watch a show, something like that, but the complete phrase means sex," he clarified.

I looked at Blake. He shrugged and grinned with his hand still out. "Can't blame a guy for trying. I'm only 9 months away from it anyway for reals, so we might as well get used to it and practice."

"You get enough practice. Nice try. I'm going home to study teen slang so I know what the hell you're saying from now on."

"Good luck with that Dad. By the time you figure it out, we'll have new stuff."

Of that I had no doubt. We met several other parents as Blake introduced some of his `squad', which I assume was camp speak for cabin mates. By the time the afternoon was over, the twins were almost asleep and whatever sugar high James had been on seemed to have worn off as well. As we got close to the parking area to say goodbye to the boys, I grinned to myself and decided to go all uncool parent on him. I got close to Blake and put my arm around him. "So be good for the rest of the summer. No doing anything that we wouldn't be proud of. We miss you around the house pumpkin," I teased as I pulled him close and ruffled his hair before I kissed him on the head.

"Oh, sick, Dad. Remember the rules. Frosty!"

"Sick means cool right?," I said in my all knowing voice. "See, I definitely know frosty." I leaned down to kiss him on the cheek, which he quickly wiped away and looked around quickly.

"Stop it Dad. I have a rep ya know. Won't get any action with the girls if they think I'm a little kid."

"Awww. I know you love it. You gonna kiss everyone goodbye so we can leave?"

"No! Hugs. That's my limit."

"Okay guys, you heard him. Group hug for Blake and Cory!"

We all squashed the two boys between us and even the twins and James wanted to get in on the fun. Blake managed to wiggle out from between us eventually. "That was weak, Dad. Totally extra."

"I dunno what you're complaining about. I saw mothers lick their fingers and wipe their kids faces. We didn't do that," I said as I licked my thumb.

"Oh hell no!" Blake squealed as he ran to the other side of our group and hid behind Kyle. "If he comes near my face with that thing, he loses it," he said out loud causing us to laugh. Cory hugged his Mom and Jason, while the twins ran around to Blake and hugged him as well. The rest of the guys either gave Blake and Cory a bro handshake or a fist bump as we left.

"I think that went well," I said as we headed for dinner.

"Is it me or did Blake seem more mature than when we saw him last?" Kyle asked, not having seen him for almost two months.

"I dunno about that, but his language has certainly begun to stray from English," I said smiling.

"Did you see the look that some of the kids gave Blake during the day. One boy blushed and looked like he was afraid Blake was going to say something embarrassing to his parents," Chance remarked.

Kyle laughed. "With good reason. Blake told me he'd had sex with him. He's totally proud of the fact that a 15 year old wanted to hang out with him."

"I should be shocked, but I'm really not," I admitted. "Wouldn't doubt it if there are a lot more of those stories by the time he gets back from camp." I already knew that there would be. Just how much he'd tell remains to be seen.

"Blake and Cory looked like they were having fun out there," Kyle said as soon as we got home. "He's woke, that's for sure."

"Don't you start!" I laughed. "I had to Google half the things he was saying as it was."

"Just speaking teenager. Guess you're too old for that now, huh?"

"Bitch!" I said grinning.

"Chance and I are heading for wreck beach. Any one want to join us?" Kyle asked as he grabbed a large bottle of water from the fridge.

"Only if I get to fuck you in front of a large group," I teased.

"Is there any other way?"

"Anyone else?"

With the exception of Jason, Alex and the boys, the rest of us thought it would be worth a trip until the sun went down, so we headed back out for a few hours of walking naked along the trails and trying to give all the old guys heart attacks when they saw a large group of cute naked twinks together. I'm pretty sure we attracted more than our fair share of attention, especially when we stopped to fuck a couple times. Nothing hotter than a spontaneous fuck in public while other watch and jerk off to it. When Kyle and Ryan spit roast Chance, we could have opened up a sperm donation centre and made millions. But I think the hottest was when Kyle and Ryan held Chance over a log with his legs spread and allowed a line of guys to come and fuck him. They must have thought they'd won the lottery as one by one they filled him up and moved aside for the next guy to take a turn. I'll bet we let 15 guys have a go at him before we switched things up. One huge guy came up to J.P. and me. He must have been 250lbs and 50 years old.

"Hey boys. Are you guys twins?"

"Yep," J.P. admitted.

"Nice. You're very beautiful boys and those are some decent looking cocks on you."

"Thanks."

"Do you fool around together?"

J.P. looked at me and smiled. We already knew it was a major fantasy for a lot of guys to imagine twins doing it. "Sure, sometimes."

"I'd love to see it. Maybe play with you boys as well."

"No thanks," J.P. said quickly.

"I'd be willing to pay," he said a little quieter.

"We're good thanks. It's not something we normally do."

"How about five hundred dollars? I'm sure you boys could use the money. Five hundred bucks for you to fuck each other and play with me for a while. We can even stay out here on the beach instead of going back to my place."

"Thanks, but no thanks," he replied quickly which was good because I was about to offer J.P. a thousand dollars not to do it with me and the overweight old guy.

"That's too bad. I'd love to see it. I'll be around for while yet if you change your mind." He wandered off and I almost felt like telling him that if he was smart he should keep his eye on us as I'm sure J.P. and I would end up doing something together at some point anyway. Chance had stood up and the line of guys slowly began to disappear once they realized the sex was over. There seemed to be a river of cum running out of Chance's ass which he noticed and excused himself as he headed into the woods, probably to dump it out. Fortunately there was a bit of trickling water coming down the hill that he could use to help rinse off. As we stood talking and watching a couple of older guys make out not far from us, Chance returned with someone behind him.

"Look who I found whoring himself out in the woods!" He grinned as he stepped aside revealing Ben.

"So this was your big plan for the day huh?" Kyle chuckled. "Where's Troy?"

"Probably back at the towels," Ben replied. "I just came over to take a leak."

"Musta been hard to do with that guys dick in your ass," Chance teased.

"Um, I was horny. Sue me!" We went back to our towels to grab our stuff and followed Ben back to where Troy was sun tanning face down in a nice secluded area. I put my finger to my lips and told everyone to be quiet as I snuck up behind him and bent down to grab his ankles and opened his legs as if I were about to fuck him. He looked back quickly, and then smiled.

"Hey guys. Thought you were off robbing banks and taking hostages," he joked.

"We were. Now we're looking for big caverns to hide all our loot. Saw your ass," Kyle laughed. "Found Ben roaming around in the woods giving it up to anyone with a boner."

"I was not! I was taking a leak and some guy just happened to slide into me by accident," he said unconvincingly.

"Yep. That's how it happens," I acknowledged. "One minute you're peeing, the next you're in an orgy in the woods. We're definitely related."

"Have you guys been down here all day?" Chance asked.

"Most of it," Troy answered. "We promised some of the guys from the Academy that we'd introduce them to Wreck Beach, but they headed home already. We were just getting ready to head off ourselves, but now that you're here, we'll hang around."

"I'll bet you guys were popular. How big was the orgy?" I asked grinning as I lay my towel down beside Troy.

"No orgy. Just random bit of sex here and there. I think most of the guys were nervous about starting something that we couldn't get stopped when we'd had enough. As it was it was almost a full time job swatting away all the old guys. Every time we needed to thin the pervs down, we sent Zane into the woods with someone. It was like the pied piper leading them all away.

"You brought Zane? Damn. That boy would screw himself senseless," Chance laughed.

"That's why we brought him. As bait!" Ben remarked. He looked behind us suddenly and nodded. I glanced to see what he was nodding at and saw the large old guy waving to him.

"What's up with that?" I asked.

"Nothing. Just a guy who likes me."

I pulled Ben aside and away from the rest of the guys. "Are you taking money from him?"

"Sure. He gave Zane and I $200 bucks to fuck in front of him and give him a blowjob. He said he'd give me $400 if I'd let him fuck me. I figure why not. He wants to give away his money, I'm taking it."

"Not a good idea, Ben."

"Relax dude. I know the rules about going home with someone like that. I'm only doing it out here in public where I can run if anything goes wrong."

Christ first Blake, now Ben. I'm running a brothel for horny boys. It's not like any of us need the money. Before I could talk him out of it, he ran off to get laid. I thought about running after him, but he moved in to be independent. What's the worst that could happen? The old guy wants to be on top and squashes Ben into the sand. I kept my eye on the bushes and within 15 minutes Ben was running back with his fist curled up. He put the money into his backpack and zipped it shut.

"I think I like Wreck Beach," he said to the group as he lay down.

"Slut!" Troy laughed

"Whore," Kyle chirped in jokingly.

"Jealous much?" Ben said putting his head down to nap. We figured that looked like a good idea and all got a little sun. We attracted quite the parade of guys going by to check us out and when Kyle and Chance began kissing and playing with each other, you'd swear we were selling tickets to a Lady Gaga concert with the crowd they attracted. Then when Ben spread Troy's legs and lay down to rim him, we almost needed umbrellas to stop the rain of cum that began.

"You just gonna lick it or are you gonna fuck me?" Troy asked looking back at Ben, who didn't need a second invitation. He slid into him and from that point on I could have made a fortune selling defibrillators to old guys.

"I'll be right back. I just have to take a piss," I said to the guys. Now that may seem like an easy thing to do, but once you get a group of naked older guys horny and one of the cute twinks...me...breaks away from the pack, it's like a magnet in a ball bearing factory. Most of them followed me figuring that I was heading into the bushes to get some action. I really just wanted to pee and it took a bit of fast walking and several twists and turns in the woods before I had enough free time to let one rip. As it was, one guy, probably in his mid 30's came up beside me as I was mid flow and reached over to hold it for me. Then he pinched it off, dropped to his knees and took my cock into his mouth before releasing the flow again. I mean if the guy was THAT thirsty we had lots of water back with the group.

"That was refreshing!" he said as he stood up, patted my ass and took off. I felt I really should piss some more, but he'd done a pretty good job of draining me, so I just kinda stood there for a second to shake. I turned to head back and two guys were just off to the side fucking, obviously having watched me.

"Wanna join us? Wouldn't mind feeling that big cock in me," the one guy who was bent over said.

"Thanks. I'm good for now," I replied and headed back to the guys before anything else happened. You'd think I was a virgin at the speed in which I rushed out of there. The guys were basically by themselves and had stopped fooling around with each other.

Colin looked up at me with a bit of a smirk. "That was a long piss."

"Took a while to get rid of the line of guys following me. You know me, I'm shy and like to pee in private."

Kyle almost snorted with laughter. "Yeah, right! I think you waited until you had a viewing audience big enough for your ego before you took a piss."

"Rude!" I said as I lay back down. Each time one of us broke away from the group to go do something we attracted a crowd. It was a bit annoying, but at the same time a bit flattering to know that you were in that much demand. I hope I never become one of the old guys in the woods some day, but I suppose it'll be inevitable. At some point the looks start to go, things sag and wrinkles form where you don't want them. The next thing you know, you're the troll in the woods chasing teenagers. Someone once asked me when I got older where I wouldn't mind wrinkles. I answered `on someone else'. I wish we could have real life access to that Hollywood movie magic that keeps you looking young forever.

When we'd had enough it was time to head back home and we all decided to walk halfway back up the hill before we got dressed again. I think a lot of people must have walked back to their cars naked at some point, because now there's a sign halfway up trail 7 that says clothes required beyond this point. That's just mean. Of course seeing half a dozen naked boys walking back to their cars is a great way to cause accidents even if it is down the secluded Old Marine Road in the Pacific Spirit Park. That could be considered the ultimate in distracted driving.

Colin was spending a lot of time at the office lately and he said it was because of the sale and getting all the details ironed out before he gave it up completely. I still didn't know why he was doing it, but then he got to be a billionaire by knowing what he was doing. I got to be a millionaire by marrying a billionaire, so that's why I keep quiet about business things. If there's one thing I'm super good at it's spending money. We wouldn't be poor though as we still owned my pizza store, and the Slam'r, Grind'r, Blake's summer camp, and of course the thing that started it all...The `Q'. Not to mention the 6 point something billion dollars he'd get for the sale of the company. Now I have a question about that. Where do you put 6 billion dollars? If you stick it in the bank, they only insure $100,000 and even if you have like 10 bank accounts that's only a million dollars. We'd need 6,000 banks accounts. I have enough trouble worrying about the money I have, most of which Colin gave me anyway. I asked Colin how you deal with money like that and he said we'd have our financial advisor invest it in worthwhile businesses, either outright or through stocks, buy property and fund start-up companies. The rest he said we'd keep under the mattress. I hope he was joking about that as I think loonies and twonies are very uncomfortable to sleep on. Especially a few billion of them. Maybe we'd get a coin vault like Scrooge McDuck and go diving into them! Seems to me like we were getting out of business only to go right back into business. I wonder if you could dump a billion dollars in a company to make its stock go up and then sell. Would that even be legal? Oh Shit! Maybe we could start a porn studio like Helix. I'd totally sign up to be CEO of that. I'm sure he'll come up with something cool though. I was looking forward to taking a vacation with him and having him around more. Either he'll tame me, or I'll turn him into a bigger slut. Guess we'll find out soon enough.

End of Chapter. Be sure to read all about Blake's time at camp on the behind the scenes' stories of Society on the Side at https://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/pridecanadabc/info . You don't want to miss what he got up to all summer. Next it's the end of summer. The end of camp for Blake. The season finale of Blurred Lines' and much more ahead! Thank you for your comments and they are always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com.