The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 173

The next few weeks flew by and Blake had contacted us regularly to keep us up to date on how things were going, and when they were expecting to be done filming. `Marvin' joined the calls several times as it appeared Blake was spending a lot of time with him. Kyle and Colin were with me when his latest call came in and he'd mentioned the shoot on location in the swimming pool. I asked how it went.

He giggled a little. "Some boys had trouble at first with the suits, but by the end of the day it was okay. I think they all got used to it. Wardrobe had to tape some boys down so they didn't bust out of the speedo, but it all worked out. We basically stayed in our speedos for like 12 hours, but when we weren't filming, we had robes on, so it wasn't like we ran around in just our swim suits."

"Sounds like you managed nicely," I replied.

"Yeah, Thomas said it was `cause you gave him all those ideas and it really worked, Dad. Thomas wanted me to say thanks for helping him with that by the way," he said giving me a giant smile and a thumbs up. "Me, Michael and Thomas made sure we didn't have to be taped down as we masturbated together so we weren't as horny before the shoot."

"Good to hear," I replied. "Although some days I think tying you down is a great idea.

"Daaad!" He said leaning on to the camera. "You really should keep your kinky thoughts to yourself." Then he laughed wildly. "You had sex with Thomas, huh?"

"That's homo/straight boy confidentiality," I replied.

"Not a thing, Dad. Don't worry, he told me all about it. I figured you'd like him. Kyle, you'll like him too, he's got a super wicked tan. He's my best friend down here, so I'll probably invite him to Vancouver when I get home. Thomas slept over last weekend, so that was fun. Michael wanted to, but he's not allowed to when he's working away from home."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at home. I'm gonna go hang out with Brooks later on. He wants to take me to the symphony. They're playing modern music with a classic twist."

"Sounds confusing," Kyle laughed.

"It'll be fun. I had to get grandpa to buy me a suit though so I could go. Brooks said that they didn't allow just regular clothes at those things. I tried on Colin's suits from when he was a kid, but none of them fit properly."

"I'm surprised," Colin said. "I'm pretty sure every suit I've ever owned is still in that house. Your Grandma doesn't like to throw my stuff out. You and Brooks are getting along then?"

"Yeah. He's cool. He's like my straight Dad," he giggled. "But you guys are more fun."

"Glad to hear it," I replied, thinking about just how straight Brooks was. Next thing I'll learn is that they've been to a football game, and picked up a couple hookers at the bar after a tailgate party in the parking lot. Y'all! But the symphony isn't bad to give him some culture.

"Oh, I'll be home on Monday, unless we need to do some reshoots. Grandpa said there's no need for you guys to send the plane for me, as he'll send me back in his. I'll miss it down here, but I'm looking forward to getting home and seeing all you guys and my friends and stuff."

"We're looking forward to you getting home too. We miss you around here," Kyle replied.

"Well, Kyle misses you. The rest of us think it's been really nice and quiet," I joked.

"That'll end Monday, Dad!" He said as he stuck his tongue out and we said goodbye.

"I'm actually glad he'll be home soon. I really do miss him," I admitted.

"If it'll help, I'll run around naked and climb into bed with you more," Kyle offered with a grin.

"That might help," I agreed. "I'd have to try it to be sure though."

Monday arrived quickly, and we made our way to the airport to meet Blake. Jason came along with the twins as they were excited that Blake was coming home, and kids love watching planes at the airport. We saw the jet land and I'm pretty sure Travis and Trevor almost waved their arms off as they saw him cross the tarmac towards the terminal.

"Hey, welcome home!" I said as he got through customs and I gave him a big hug. The boys jumped all over him as Colin and Jason also went for the required hugs. I'm pretty sure he looked older, despite having seen him only a few weeks previous. Maybe because he was 14 now, or perhaps that California tan was helping. Either way, he didn't look like the same person we'd sent away a couple months ago. He certainly wasn't a little kid any more, and for perhaps the first time, I saw it in him. He really enjoyed all the attention while we waited for the luggage to arrive through security. The twins eagerly helped carry his backpack, while we took his suitcases to the limo.

"Can we stop for a latte?" He asked as soon as we had all piled in the car.

"A latte? You drink coffee now?" Colin asked, maybe as surprised as I was.

"It's a grown-up thing. Everyone drinks them in Cali," he said trying to sound cool. I mean everyone drinks it up here too, but since they do it in California, it must be the `in thing'.

"So how was the whole adventure down there?" Jason asked.

"GOAT, man, really GOAT!!" he beamed widely. That place is totally woke."

"I'm glad they have woke goats," I nodded. "Otherwise they fall off cliffs."

"Not goats, Dad. G.O.A.T. It's short for greatest of all time. Guess you're not woke, huh?" he laughed, or was he chortling and guffawing now? We stopped for his latte. The twins had smoothies, while the rest of us had variations on the coffees. We of course had to have biscotti and lemon squares to go with our latte's, as that wouldn't be very woke goat of us. I still got it, baby! I'm all lit up! The twins were so excited Blake was home that they pretty much seemed to have the rest of the day planned with him, from the trampoline to swimming, playing in the treehouse and then a sleepover.

"Let him get home first, boys," Jason suggested, but it fell on deaf ears. Blake was soaking it all in, and I could see the increase in maturity as he sipped his latte and wiped the foam off his upper lip. I almost felt like this was that moment in time when you realize your little boy is now a man, and I'm not sure I approve. I liked the little kid he used to be, but I guess we can't stop them from growing up, no matter how hard we try.

We got home, and as much as I thought the twins couldn't get anymore excited, they seemed to get a sugar rush and got even wilder about Blake being home. They helped the best they could to get all the luggage to his room, and the look on Blake's face when he saw the construction going on, was priceless.

"What's happening?" He asked as he paused to look at the wooden wall blocking access to our room.

"Renovations. You'll see them when they're done," Colin replied without details. I'm sure you'll love what we're doing. Be careful down on the lower lever too, as we're making some changes there as well."

We tossed his suitcases on the spare bed, while the twins bounced on the first bed. "Are you glad to be home?" Colin asked.

"Yeah, of course. I missed all you guys," he replied. "It was really lit down there, but I missed everyone. I'm gonna miss the friends I made, but I'm sure I'll visit again. I can get Kyle to fly me down when I need my Cali fix as it's only 3 hours. So, hey! When am I gonna have my birthday party?"

"We were thinking Saturday, if that's good for you?" I suggested.

"Yeah, that'll work. It'll give me time to let everyone know I've returned. I'd like to keep it small though, maybe just like 20 people. Boys and girls, if that's cool."

"Cool by us. Just keep it parent friendly," Colin warned.

"You parent friendly, or regular parent friendly," he asked for clarification.

"Regular parent friendly."

"Got it. What's on the schedule for today?"

"We didn't plan much as we figured you'd want time to get sorted out. Once everyone gets home, we'll have a family dinner out somewhere, and then tomorrow back to school.

"All good, except the back to school thing. I might need a few days to, you know, get acclimated back to Canada and stuff."

"Nice try. School tomorrow," Colin said giving him a side hug.

"Can't blame a guy for trying."

We headed back downstairs and the first thing he did was head for the fridge with the twins tagging along. He gave them popsicles, which they took like puppies getting a handout. If they had had tails, they would have been wagging them. Blake walked around commenting that things pretty much looked the same, as if he'd been gone for years. The boys played together for a while until they final wore out and had to go for a nap. Blake sat down with us and told us more of his adventures. Mostly it was about the movie and how they made it with some tricks like the green screen and pretending to fight things that weren't there. No wonder kids end up with imaginary friends. He had spent a lot of time with Marvin' and Ezra, and I wondered if we'd be seeing Marvin's' new boyfriend come up here to visit when filming began on Blurred Lines again. Blake had just begun to slow down and run out of steam from all the stories when everyone else began to arrive home. First Kyle and Troy, followed by Chance, Ben and J.P. That started it all up again and the noise level increased dramatically. James and Alex appeared after that with Jason and the twins. It was like we were having a party without the party planning. It was good to have him home but I'm not sure the waiter at the restaurant thought so when we all arrived. We'd invited Mom and Dad, as well as Cory, Sheila, and Mary to join us as well. It took a while to get through dinner, but with Blake the center of attention, he wasn't complaining, and made sure his stories were interesting enough for everyone from his grandparents to the twins. He liked telling everyone that he had a stunt double that was 20 and looked like him. I should meet this guy so I know what we're in for in six years. He repeated that he was disappointed they didn't let him jump off a building into the airbag, but the crew had let the boys jump from a smaller height to try it out at least, which seemed to have been thrilling enough. I learned more about movies in the past few hours than in my entire life to date. He had run a camera a few times, learned makeup, set dressing, and scene continuity, and according to Blake, he'd been allowed to direct a few times. That was probably just him bossing people around without permission, but I didn't spoil his excitement. I wasn't at all surprised that he'd stuck his face into as many things as he could as that's just the kind of guy he is. He likes to know everything about everything.

By the time we got home, he was showing the signs of his exciting return. He crashed out early by having his sleepover with his cousins, where they all ended up in his room instead of the planned trip to the treehouse. As always, they looked so cute all curled up in one bed. It was funny to see them lined up in size order. Blake cuddled against James, who was up against Travis sleeping with Trevor. In the morning Blake was sandwiched between the twins. I don't know who jumped over who, but there must have been a lot of movement during the night. It's like the people version of the shell game. Don't even try to joke about looking for the little ball.

He settled back into his routine and before we knew it, it was the weekend, and time for his birthday party. The plan was to just have something casual, so we didn't need to decorate the house up all elaborate like we normally did. I was fine with that. Less work for us, although we did have to go shopping for all the required junk food, including hot dogs and hamburgers for the BBQ he'd decided we were doing. Blake complained that there just wasn't the same selection of things here as they had in California, adding to a whole week of him acting like a diva. I hope that goes away soon. I'm the only diva around here, and I'm not ready to give that title to my son yet. He can be the crown diva. Like the crown prince, waiting for the king to die kinda thing.

Because the kid's playroom was under renovation, we brought the ping pong table and foosball up to the main floor for the party so they could use it. It not easy getting those things up stairs just so you know. Blake had spent an hour in the bathroom doing his hair and picking out just the right clothes, and when he came down, he could have easily passed for any adult in the house. We made sure to tell him that. I think he was going for a whole mature theme this year, and by that, I mean the party had no theme, like an adult. Cory and his girlfriend were the first to arrive, and I have to admit they looked cute together.

"He hasn't even seen her boobs, yet," Blake told me as soon as they were out of earshot. "Not that she has much yet."

"It's not all about sex, Blake. Just let them define their own relationship. Just like you do with yours."

"Well, she's giving him blue balls," he complained.

"That's not your concern," I warned. "Just be his best friend and support him."

"I do, Dad. I don't let him suffer. Even straight boys need blowjobs! It's in the Charter of Rights!" He commented as he went to greet other arrivals. I'll look it up, but I'm sure it's not. About 15 kids showed up for Blake's party, all very nicely dressed. We stayed out of the way, except to be the cooks for the burgers and hot dogs. The whole party seemed reasonably tame for Blake, but everyone appeared to be having a good time, and at a party that's all that really matters. There was loud music and a lot of dancing. They played pool foosball, ping pong and video games. Some of the boys got into challenging each other on the running track around the hedge maze, as well as a trampoline competition. There was some boy/girl hand holding and kissing, but nothing that couldn't end up on the Disney channel...after 9pm. It was almost as if this were a whole new Blake. Even the pool had the partiers in swim suits, which was perhaps a first in a very long time. The only part all of us got involved with was when the birthday cake came out, and he opened presents that his friends brought. By the time it wrapped up around midnight, it seemed like Blake had had his fix of ego stroking. He showered and strolled into our temporary bedroom wrapped in his towel. "Thanks for the party tonight. It was great. Everyone enjoyed it."

"You're welcome," Colin replied as Blake dropped the towel and crawled into bed with us, making sure he wiggled between Colin and I. I'd complain that it meant Colin and I couldn't have sex, but having Blake back was a good reason to give it up for a night.

"It feels weird being in this room and not your regular room. It's like we're on vacation," Blake commented as he lay talking. "What sort of stuff are you doing in your room?"

We told him the adventure we'd had in St. Lucia, with the hotel suite without the fourth wall. We left out the graphic details about our general-domo. I promoted him as he'd performed above and beyond the call of duty. I also arranged a medal for him for the `hard' missions he'd performed.

"We're adding a bowling alley to the kid's playroom and making it larger so that it's good for everyone to use now that you're growing up. Travis, Trevor and James have a playroom at their house too, but this one can be more for all ages," Colin explained.

"A bowling alley's cool. I think it's a good idea that you took out the slide into the ball pit. It was okay, but it usually smelled bad once you were hidden in the balls, probably from all the water at the bottom." He wasn't wrong. "You should merge your adult playroom with it. Now that I'm almost a man, you're gonna have to show me how some of that stuff works in there."

"How about you wait until you're 21 for that," I suggested.

"21? No fair. 16!" He negotiated.

"18, I replied.

He grinned. "17."

"Okay 25."

"Hey! You're cheating. Fine. I'll wait until I'm 16. You guys suck."

"Yes we do. That's our job," I replied as Blake stuck out his hand to shake. I took it and shook.

"HA! You shook. No taking it back!!" he laughed excitedly.

"What?" I asked looking at him.

"You agreed to 16," Colin laughed. "I guess one of you is getting wise and the other is getting senile. I'll let you two figure out which is which."

Like I need to figure that out. I'm obviously the wise one...mostly. We fell asleep with Blake between us, and he actually slept all night. In the morning, he did partially return to the kid we knew as he grabbed my dick and moved it.

"What's up?" I asked as I opened my eyes.

"You were poking me in the butt," He grinned as he turned over to look at me. "Are you trying to bone me, Dad?"

"First, if I were trying to do it, it would already be getting done; and second, no!" I smiled as I leaned in and kissed him. He took that as a signal and kissed me back, shoving his tongue in my mouth and crawling on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back to hug him tight, and could feel his morning boner against mine as they played a handsfree sword fight between us. I whispered in his ear. "But you do have a really cute ass." I gave it a little slap to prove my point. He put his head beside mine and fell back asleep. He was almost to heavy to have him sleep on top of me, but he felt nice and warm, so I did my best. He was definitely 14, unconsciously humping me several times as his penis leaked pre-cum like it was a froyo dispenser. When we woke up again, he had moved off me and was snuggled up against Colin. I guess I'd been humped enough.

We used the bathroom together and he decided that while we were all in there with morning wood, it would be a good time to see if any of his stats had changed. He had us measure his height and weight, and of course, penis size, which led to him measuring us as well. Neither Colin and I had changed, but he excitedly commented on his changes. He was 5'7" and 120lbs, but that all went in stride compared to his excitement that his penis was now 7¾" inches long.

"Oh yeah, baby. I'm just gonna round that off to eight," he grinned. I'm bigger than you now, Dad," he said to Colin as he put their dicks together.

"Looks like you are," Colin admitted. I mean it was barely a difference as Colin is 7½, but to a kid, even that quarter inch makes it a big deal. Like when they give you their age and it's 10 and a half, or 10 and three quarters. Unlike a 40-year-old who rounds down to 29.

"You know the rules, Dad. The guy with the biggest dick is in charge."

"Yes!" I said as I thrust my hand back from the elbow. "I'm still in charge."

"Not for long, old man," Blake grinned. "I'm so gonna be bigger than you."

"Yeah, but mouth doesn't count. Only dick!" I teased. "Oh, and the rule isn't that it's the guy with the biggest dick, it's that guy that IS the biggest dick. Subtle difference, but still a difference, and you're just too sweet to be a dick," I said pulling him in against me and shoving his face under my armpit.

"Gross!!" He said pretending to spit out my arm stink. We took a shower together and he excitedly masturbated in front of us, saying that guys with big dicks need to take care of them more than guys with smaller ones, and suggested that Colin could leave if he was done showering.

I laughed almost uncontrollably, as did Blake, while Colin just shook his head, and then tried to drown both of us.

Once we dried off, Blake ran back to his room to get clothes and Colin just looked at me. "You know, I'm never gonna hear the end of this now, right? Talk about emasculating when your 14-year-old has a bigger dick than you."

"I wouldn't know," I grinned. "If it makes you feel any better, you're not alone. He's now bigger than everyone except Kyle and me, and he's a ¼ inch from reaching Kyle. I guess it's a family trait," I said kissing him.

"Well, I don't like it," Colin said giving me a fake pout.

"Should we do some penis exercises to help stretch it?" I teased as I grabbed hold of him and began pulling.

"Don't tempt me, honey," he said as we got ready for the day.

The first order of business was Kyle and Chance asking to talk to us once they came down to breakfast. Maybe it's because I didn't get laid last night, or perhaps it's because of the dick measuring in the shower, but for some reason Kyle and Chance looked extra hot today. Troy had also strolled in, having gotten a text from Blake that we were all there hanging out.

"We wanted to ask if you still have the penthouse available downtown," Kyle said as we had breakfast together.

"Sure," Colin replied.

"Well, Chance & I were talking and wondered if maybe you'd consider renting it to us."

"You want to move out?" Blake asked looking at them sadly.

"Just exploring the idea," Chance replied quickly.

"It's just sitting there empty, so we could certainly look at renting it out. Are you not happy here?" Colin inquired.

"No, we love it. We just wondered if maybe it was time to go out on our own," Kyle said.

"Would you want to go now, or wait until you're finished University?" I asked.

"We talked about that, and if the penthouse was still gonna be available when I graduate, we'd wait until then, but if not, maybe we could move in right away. We have enough money to rent, but not to buy a place. At least nothing decent in Vancouver, that's for sure."

"Yeah, you can't buy an empty lot in Vancouver for less than a million," Colin agreed.

"Exactly. Between the two of us, we have 400 grand, but we're trying to keep that for a substantial down payment one day. What do you think?"

"Renting is never a good idea," Colin remarked. "If I were you, I'd stay here until you could afford to buy something."

"So, until we're 30?" Chance grinned.

"Or 40 if you want," Colin added. "I can't speak for everyone, but we'd miss you if you moved out. It just wouldn't feel the same around here."

"Yeah, you can't move," Blake added. "I'd be stuck with these two all the time."

"Hey!" I said trying to sound insulted.

"You'd have Troy, Ben, and J.P., as well as the guys next door," Chance reminded him.

"Yeah, but I like having you guys here. Who would give me rides to school on their motorbike, or teach me to fly, or let me go parasailing?"

"We'd still do all those things," Kyle assured him. Plus, you could visit. Troy could learn to ride the motorbike, and take you to school," he suggested.

"Troy could also die from that," Troy said quickly. "If you guys just want your own place, we could switch. I could take your room and you could have the bachelor suite, although I think your bedroom is actually larger than my whole place."

"It is," Colin acknowledged. "but the suite has the advantage of having its own kitchen and private entrance."

"Thanks Troy, but we'd never ask you to do that. We don't have a problem with the bedroom, we're just exploring ideas," Kyle replied.

"I agree with Colin," Blake said chiming in. "Stay here until you finish school and then move out when you're like 35. Deal?" He said sticking his hand out.

"Watch out for the handshake, it's a trick," I warned as Blake grinned and Colin laughed. Kyle and Chance were out of the loop on that one.

"We're not making any decisions right now. We just wanted to know if you'd consider renting it to us, and what it might cost," Chance added.

"If you really wanted to leave, you could certainly have the penthouse, and we'd work out a deal to make it affordable. I mean I already own it, so it's not like there's a mortgage to cover, but we'd all like you to stay. If there's something around here that's making you want to move, maybe we can change it to make things better," Colin offered.

"Yeah, we could sell Justin," Blake giggled before they could reply. "Just one ad in the `free' section of Craigslist and boom, he's outta here."

"It's not me that keeps barging in their room to try to squirm his way into having sex with them," I noted.

Both Kyle and Chance laughed. "No, it's perfect here. Almost too perfect," Kyle said seriously. "I mean you took me in when I was a kid and had nowhere else to go, and you're family. But at some point, I should stand on my own two feet. It makes sense for Chance and I to get a place together. Maybe one day have a kid."

"You can have..." I started to say, but Blake just raised his finger to point at me.

"Finish that sentence and you're losing your nuts!" he warned, causing everyone to laugh.

"I don't disagree with that," Colin nodded. "But wait until you're finished University and get your business up and running, where you're making good money. No need to create expenses for no reason. If you need more privacy, we can arrange that, and make some additional changes to the upper floor if you want."

Blake's head shot to look at Colin. "Did you mean you agree with giving me to Kyle and Chance, or that they should move out one day?"

"That one day they'll need to be out on their own building their lives, just like you will one day."

"Yeah, I was thinking by the weekend," he giggled. "I'll start in the treehouse as long as there's strong Wi-Fi out there, and a microwave; either that, or I'll stay until I put you guys in an old folks' home and then this whole place is mine," he teased. "When do you go into one of those homes anyway? 35 or 40?"

We ignored him. It's easier.

"We love having everyone around. It was just something we were discussing," Kyle assured us.

"Please stay," Blake said almost begging and becoming serious. "I'd really miss you guys if you left. I promise not to barge in on you having sex any more. Maybe you could put a doorbell on your door, and I'd ring it if I wanted to visit."

Chance laughed. "Don't sweat it Blake. We don't mind at all when you come to our room. I mean it's not like you haven't seen that a thousand times by now. Like Kyle said, we're just talking. We want to move in to our own place one day, but there's no rush."

We didn't decide anything at breakfast, but now we knew the guys were thinking of leaving. That would suck balls, and not the good ball sucking that we're used to. The bad type. Colin did come up with one suggestion that the guys liked. He suggested they use the penthouse on weekends like a getaway place and see how they liked it.

"Great idea, Dad. I can go with them on Friday night and be back Sunday for dinner," Blake grinned. "That place has two bedrooms, right?"

"You do know that the idea of them wanting their own place is so that they can have their OWN place. Blake free!"

"Nuh uh! You heard them. They don't mind me coming over for sex, so it's probably you guys."

We all agreed that it was Blake. Well in my mind, we all agreed. No one said anything conclusive out loud. The guys said they liked the idea, but wouldn't use it all the time. Just on those weekends when they had something going on downtown. They offered to look after the penthouse which would save money having to pay a house cleaner.

We'd averted a full-scale evacuation and everyone relaxed. We had a day at the aquarium once Ben and J.P. surfaced. Ben had had another one night stand over, whose name he couldn't remember again, but he just shrugged and said that wasn't important unless they planned on getting together again.

Things were pretty routine for a while until I decided to go to the public pool while Blake was at diving practice. I mean I know we have two pools, but with the longer pool, I could do better laps. I want the same kind of abs that Colin has, and since they're just not happening naturally, I guess I'll have to work for them. I suppose I go get a personal trainer, but we all know how that ends. He's in bed with me and I get no proper muscle building workout at all.

As I headed into the locker room with Blake, he stopped and turned to look at me. "Where are you going?"

"I thought I'd do some laps while you're diving, maybe get a workout in instead of just sitting around."

"Good idea. You're kinda getting flabby."

"I am not getting flabby, ya little shit," I said pushing him on the shoulder.

He guffawed. Yep, he's still guffawing. "You are compared to Colin," he replied.

Great...now even he's noticed. First, I felt like a whale in St. Lucia...okay a small whale with really nice toning, but right next to Colin I did look like a bowl of jelly. I mean he's five years older than me and looks so much hotter, but then he always has. His rock hard eight pack with no body fat and his perky tight ass. It's only that tight because it doesn't get used as much as mine...for the record. Not sure if that's a good thing or not, but I just wanted the comparisons to make sense. I mean I'm mostly toned and cute and stuff, but Colin's abs have abs. I have to say that, I'm married to him, but it's true also. I wouldn't mind getting a bit more like him, and if I don't do something other than sex, I'll never get the body I want. Although just so we're clear, a good sex session can be wicked good exercise if you're doing it right and not just lying there being drilled. I might as well be honest too; I liked the public pool as there were lot of half naked boys that I hadn't met yet.

I changed into my swim shorts, which weren't skimpy like the dive team's speedos, but they weren't board shorts either. More of a tight-fitting trunk style, which I thought looked good on me...especially after I adjust my package to give it the best bulge. I hit the pool and started my laps, noting that there were a dozen other people in the pool doing the same thing. Mostly older guys, and really big hairy guys with beards. Most of the cute guys were over at the diving board, or in the non-lap part of the pool. I figured I'd do my workout first before getting to know some of the boys. I had done about 40 laps and was proud of myself as I felt it was a pretty good workout. I have to admit though that I was a lot slower than some of those old guys around me, and I was kinda surprised by that. I figured they would be slow to move through the water like a freighter, whereas I was more like a smooth dolphin. For every three laps I did, they were doing at least four, which shows how out of practice I was. I stopped and watched them for a bit before I decided to go use the bathroom. I figure you don't need to leave a yellow trail behind you as you swam. I think it's kinda gross when people pee in the pool. Wait, is that where the term watersports came from originally? I'll look it up one day. I headed into a stall as the urinals were all under renovation for some reason. I had barely gotten in and partially closed the door when someone else entered behind me, scaring the crap out of me.

"Sorry, occupied," I said quickly as I went for the door. He held it open and kept coming in, closing it and locking it behind him.

"I saw you looking at me out there," the man said as he pushed me further into the stall.

"I wasn't. I promise," I replied trying to turn around to confront him, but he was pretty large and the stall was...well...stall size. "If I looked at you, it's because I wondered how you can do laps so fast."

"Nah, it's because you're a little queer and need a man to use that pussy of yours," he said as he quickly grabbed the back of my shorts and yanked them down to my knees before I could even respond.

Now I'm all for Daddy/Son games but this guy was not my type and I'm usually the dominant one...mostly. Plus, I hadn't agreed to roleplaying. "I'm just taking a pee," I stammered as I felt his large rough hand feeling my ass.

"So pee. Who's stopping you?" he growled as he pushed into my crack feeling for my hole.

"I can't. I'm pee shy," I said trying to sound polite while beginning to shake a bit.

"Wasn't a question, twink," he said as he pushed me forward and used his feet to yank my shorts the rest of the way down, and somehow pulled them off my legs using his feet like he was a monkey. Then I watched as he kicked them under the stall next to us. His big hand was around the back of my neck holding me down, and I heard him spit on his other hand before a large finger went into my ass causing me to cry out slightly.

"I'd be quiet if I were you," he almost snarled as the hand holding my neck came around and clamped itself over my mouth. I heard more spitting and then without prep or warning, he shoved his old fat cock up my ass. Holy shit, I was being raped at the pool. Now, don't get me wrong, the guy barely had six inches and I know how to take a fuck, but this was an unsolicited non-consensual use of my tight boy pussy, making it a rape, pure and simple. He wasn't hurting me, and I don't think I was actually scared, but he was seriously crossing the line here. I might be a bit hypocritical or ageist or something, because if this had been one of the cute boys from the diving area, I'd be bent in half with my legs spread so fast my ass would have sucked him in at great speed. But my ass is very delicate and only available for a very select few. Okay, stop laughing...I was trying to be dramatic. Obviously, I enjoy being fucked, but I usually get to choose who does it. As he pounded me and kicked my legs farther apart, I heard a camera go off several times. I tried to look back to see what was happening, but he had me held firmly in place, at least until he stood me up and pulled my back against his chest. Then I could see another man leaning over the top of the stall next door taking pictures, and I assume video. The man fucking me moved his other hand around my cock and began to stroke as he continued to fuck. More pictures were taken and because I was being stimulated, I got hard, so that seemed to amuse them.

"Guess we were right about you being a fag," the man grinned as he leaned in to nibble on my ear. "I always wanted to fuck a celebrity. Just so you know, these pictures are just for us, unless you don't do as we say. Then I'll get them to the tabloid papers."

Tabloid papers? How old WAS this guy? You put them online and tweet them out to try to go viral for maximum exposure. A tabloid is read by what 30 people?

"Time for the money shot," he announced as he pulled out and jerked himself off until he sprayed all over my back. He rubbed his cock in it and pushed back inside me. You can tell he watches porn. Why not just stay inside and flood my hole? So much more satisfying. I should know. "Did you get that?" He asked the other guy.

"Perfectly," he replied.

"Okay hand me the sharpie," he said. I hope by sharpie he meant marker and not knife or something. I'd prefer not to die in a toilet stall covered in cum. If I go out during sex, I want it to be in a 30-person orgy after several hours. Not 6 minutes in a toilet stall with a guy who was there when the earth was being formed, and still had his original caveman hair. I almost breathed a sigh of relief when I felt him writing on my back. Wait, he's writing on my back. How am I supposed to read that?

"Tomorrow, be at these coordinates at noon. Don't be late or we upload your pics and you can kiss your celebrity career goodbye, ya spoiled little queer. We're gonna have more fun with you, so make sure you're showered and douched." He pulled up his shorts and left. I looked for my own shorts, but apparently they had decided to take them. At least I had my locker key around my ankle and not clipped to my shorts. That could have been embarrassing. Well, more embarrassing than being naked and having marker and cum all over my back. Technically I don't have to worry about showing up at the coordinates tomorrow as it's not my career they'd actually be ruining. It's J.P.'s, but I'm guessing he'd blame me if anything got out, so I'm probably gonna have to go and see what they want, although I can guess. I was kinda annoyed. I just got raped, AND I still needed a piss. I took care of that part and opened the door to look out into the locker room. There was only one kid changing at the far end so I raced to my locker and got my towel to wrap around myself. I also grabbed my phone and headed to the sinks to look in the mirror. I took a selfie of my back to see what they'd written. It was just a bunch of numbers, and here I thought it might be a link to website that rated my asses excellent fuckability. Rude, just rude! I made sure I could clearly see the coordinates, even though they were backwards, as I took a picture. I dropped my phone back in the locker before I hit the showers to try and scrub myself clean. I think cum is like that Goof Off' stuff when it comes to removing graffiti, and I'd been graffitied! Good thing I knew what GPS coordinates looked like or I'd have been as confused as Blake when he got the email from the Junior Q'. As I finished up in the shower, the dive team entered and got under the showers, quickly removing their Speedos. I almost stopped breathing when one of the smaller boys, with his legs perfectly straight, bent over wrapping his arms around the back of his calves and put his head against his legs. I could literally see right into his ass.

Blake came over to me with a bit of a smirk. "Coach says we need to work on stretching to get the dives right. I can do it, but not like Keith. He's the most flexible," he explained and then bent over to show me that he too could bend over like that before standing up. "Dustin can do the splits. Wanna see?"

"Sure," I replied as I watched several of the boys put a leg up against the shower wall and then bend to put their head on it.

"Dustin, show Justin the splits," he yelled and all the boys stopped to watch. Dustin went right down into perfect splits as he sat flat on the floor. Yes, the perverted side of me imagined lying on the floor underneath him as he did it, but I just acknowledged his achievement instead. He stood back up.

"Can you do that bending move too?" I asked trying to sound innocent.

"Sure. It's pretty much required to get a good pike position on a dive." He quickly bent over to show me, which gave me an awesome view.

"You got some hairs on your butt, Dustin. We should have another shaving party soon," one of the other boys said as he watched.

"Well with you guys being that flexible, shaving butts would take about 10 seconds," I added. Or 10 seconds to shave and another 15 minutes to play with their smooth holes.

"We'll do it before the competition. My place Friday night at 7," Dustin replied after he'd stood up. I immediately cleared my calendar and almost volunteered to supply the razors, shaving cream, as well as do the shaving.

"I had no idea you guys had to be that flexible," I said to make small talk, "but I guess it makes sense. You just don't think about it as a spectator. I wish I were half that limber."

"You could be if you practice. I could help you if you want to learn," Dustin offered.

"That would take either a miracle or a serious amount of practice," I admitted.

"I dunno. You seem pretty athletic," Dustin said as a compliment. "Show me how far you can go and we'll see if you can get a bit more out of it."

I shrugged and bent over, grabbing my ankles. I barely got over the halfway point before it began to hurt. Dustin stepped up behind me and placed his hand on my back, pressing lightly to begin. I kinda wished my legs were apart so I could see him back there. He told me to exhale as he pushed a little harder. I tried and he got me a little further, but once he stepped up against me so I could feel his penis against my lower crack, I stood up quickly and turned the shower a bit colder. He seemed oblivious to the fact that we had just been in a perfect fucking position.

"You should be able to do it with a bit more practice. I'll come over one day and the three of us can stretch," he offered.

"Sure. Thanks. But I still say you'd be fighting a losing battle. No way I could bend over that far or do the splits. I'd seriously injure myself."

"Just takes time. I've been doing it since I was a little kid, so I just stayed limber. You'll get there if you want. Check out Houston," he said calling the younger guy over. "Show Justin how far you can bend over."

We all watched as Houston stood with his legs slightly apart and then bent himself in half so that his head was between his legs. He could have easily been put in a suitcase. Dustin went up behind him and showed the guys show straight Houston's back was and as he rubbed his hands over his teammate.

"Try it like that, Justin. Just have your legs slightly apart and it might help give you more leverage," Dustin suggested as he moved behind me again. Houston stood up and they all turned their attention to me. I don't even need to tell everyone what would stretch the most if Dustin kept standing behind me like that. Now if he offered incentive by saying that he'd fuck me if I got all the way down, I'd roll into a ball, or do the splits, no matter how many bones snapped.

"I'll pass for now. I think you guys have me beat." I turned around and accidentally' brushed the back of my hand across Dustin's dick as I went back under the shower head. He never said anything, and I wish I'd accidentally' took hold of it, gotten it hard, then `accidentally' backed onto it. When I looked at the guys, several of them were now bent in half.

"And I'm out," I said quickly as I grabbed my shampoo and made a hasty retreat from the showers to go and get dressed. I headed out to wait for Blake to finish up with the team. Their showers usually took longer than the practice sometimes, and now I know why. I found myself being a bit nervous hanging out by myself, so I kinda struck up a conversation with a couple of the waiting Moms. Great, first I get raped, now I'm a soccer Mom. What's next? A mini van, then pregnant with a baby stroller? All the way home I was kinda silent listening to Blake babble on about diving and how his friends were doing, and only responding to his questions with a mmmhmmm, or an oh yeah'? I was trying to decided whether to tell the guys what had happened and summon the Q', or just show up tomorrow and try to reason with the men. I mean it's not like I couldn't negotiate. Obviously all they want is sex, right, and I'm pretty used to that. One good sex session and they should be satisfied.

After a restless sleep, I decided to go to the sharpie coordinates and see what they actually wanted. I showered, emptied my ass and put some lube in there to avoid a dry fuck, as guys that used spit weren't obviously interested in how I felt. They only wanted to get off. I wanted to prevent my hole from being shredded. I use it a lot and don't need it to be out of service, like Skytrain at rush hour. I entered the coordinates on my phone, which turned out to be a nearby forest, and headed over to it. I parked the car and followed my phone closer to the place they'd told me to go. Before I got there, I decided I should hide my wallet and car keys, just in case they left me naked again. I'd like to get home without walking through town without clothes, or holding a tree branch around me. Once I found the exact location, I hid my phone and turned off the ringer. I saw a piece of paper and went to look at it.

`Strip and follow the trail to your left.'

I shrugged and felt a strange nervous excitement. This reminds me of a `Q' initiation. Except waiting at the end was probably a couple of old out of shape men, and not twinks. But even though I was a bit apprehensive about this, I still felt an adrenaline rush as I stripped. I walked down the small trail, cursing myself that I hadn't left my shoes on, but once I got near the end, the trail opened up to a bit of a clearing where four old guys were waiting. Now my nerves went into overdrive. I had kinda only expected the two from yesterday.

"Good to see you can follow instructions," the man who fucked me said. I didn't say anything. "We're going to have some fun with that hot body and then you can go."

"What kind of fun?" I asked, not really confused about what was about to happen, but not wanting to seem like I was there willingly.

"You're naked in the woods. Even a dumb spoiled celebrity should be able to figure that out. You're going to suck our cocks, and then we're all going to fuck you. We'll let you take four nice loads of cum home to remember us by."

"And if I don't want to do that?" I asked trying to sound tough. As tough as you can be while naked and seriously outnumbered and outweighed. Just one of these guys was twice my weight.

"Then we just fuck you anyway and upload the pics and video so you go viral."

No tabloid papers today? Someone's been Googling how to blackmail. One point for him for initiative.

"Can I have those pics and video back from yesterday?" I asked trying to negotiate.

"Sure. I think that seems fair. Once you're done here today, we'll give you back everything we shot yesterday, and you can leave."

"Okay, but you gotta use lube," I said.

"We do. Nature's lube. Good old-fashioned spit," the man snickered as his friends laughed along with him. Such evil menacing laughs. This is probably the only way guys like this get laid. I wonder if this is gonna be me in 20 years. "Start on your knees, boy."

I dropped to my knees and watched as they all began to remove their clothes. Every one of them had a round belly and were hairy. I haven't even seen that much hair in the gorilla enclosure at the zoo. Their big bellies made their penises seem much smaller, or maybe they were small and it wasn't some optical illusion. One by one they formed a circle around me and I was given cocks to suck. Part of me wanted to push on their stomachs to get further down their cocks, but then I figured why bother. These guys would probably cum so fast I'd be done before they even knew we started. As soon as I sucked one and he got hard, they gave me the next one until I had all four cocks hard and ready. They ranged anywhere from five inches to just over seven, and from thick to thin. I found it slightly amusing. From the waist up they all looked the same. Hairy, beer belly, unshaven and old, but cocks were as varied as ever.

"Okay, part two. Stand up!" one of the men said as they began to reposition themselves. I stood and the next thing I knew I had multiple hands roaming all over my body feeling me up. One guy grabbed my hands and positioned them on the top of my head interlocking my fingers. He held me there while another guy ate out my armpits. I almost squealed as he licked them. My pits are seriously ticklish and I think he enjoyed that fact. Another guy was pinching my nipples so hard it was hurting, while a third was down sucking on my dick and pulling on my balls. It was like I was an all you can eat buffet and these guys were starving. They used all of me including pulling my ass cheeks apart, tugging on my cock and balls, and a finger shoved in my hole to feel around. "Her pussy is already wet," the guy said as he pulled his finger out and showed the other guys. "Guess she can't wait to get fucked."

They all agreed and before I knew it, I was being lifted off the ground and held face up as my legs were spread wide and my shoulders lowered onto the nearby log. One guy spit on his cock and got between my legs to become the first to fuck me. He lasted about as long as a trailer park in a tornado, and when he pulled out, he acted as if he accomplished something profound. "Okay boys, she's all lubed up and ready to go." The next guy entered me and he was considerably bigger. I had been pretty quiet for the first fuck, but I thought maybe I should grunt or complain or moan or something so they realized I didn't want to get raped like this. I actually didn't mind if the truth were known. Sex in the woods is fun and these old guys were basically worshipping me, so what's not to like? Except for the stinky old hairy guy part of it. They actually seemed to know what they were doing, so the fuck part was actually okay. I just stared straight up at the trees which made it a much prettier picture than feeling like I was Jane Goodall. By the time the fourth guy had cum inside me, my ass was beginning to feel a little sore. So was my cock as they'd been pulling on it as if they somehow thought it might get longer if they kept doing that. I'd had more than one set of fingers feeling around in my mouth, so I had a taste of stale cigarettes now. I guess they were all smokers. After the fourth guy drained himself into me, I thought we'd be done, but a couple of the guys wanted to go again. I wanted to say that it was one ride per person, but I figured that might just encourage them to go for a few more hours. I didn't want that at all, as I also don't want them having heart attacks out here and me being responsible for it. They finally let me down and I almost had trouble standing. I looked at them silently almost begging with my eyes to be allowed to leave.

"You are one fine fuck. I'll bet everyone on your show uses you all day long," one man said giving me what I think was a compliment. He handed me a flash drive. "That's the pictures and video from yesterday that we promised you."

"So that's it? No other copies, right?"

"That's it. As promised. Be in the parking lot at noon tomorrow. You'll be staying overnight as we have more planned for you," the man said bluntly, shocking me a bit.

"I thought you said that was it? Why would I show up if I have the only copy of the pictures?"

"You have the only copy of the pictures and video from yesterday. Not from today. Look around boy. There are several cameras recording our session, and we took plenty of shots of you sucking and being fucked. Probably 10 times more than yesterday. Show up, or ALL of it goes out to the world. Now fuck off home...and shave the legs, pits, ass and balls. We want you completely smooth," the man directed.

"I like my leg hair," I replied. I mean I like everything else smooth, and I only have light hair on my legs but I like it.

"I don't remember asking what you like. Be smooth, or we'll do it for you with a rusty axe and a busted chainsaw."

That sounds like it would be painful, but I kinda want to know how you shave someone with a busted chainsaw. I didn't tell them that though. I'm not totally stupid.

"Now fuck off, and put ice on that ass to tighten it up. I hate a sloppy loose hole when I fuck, and you're looser than a dime hooker. We have planning to do and all this footage to edit. If you don't show, we want it good enough to sell."

I raced off back down the trail eager to get away from these guys. Shit, what have I gotten myself into? Or more accurately what have I gotten J.P. into? I mean it's not like they could ruin my career. I don't have one yet. I decided to go along for now and keep participating. If they were anything like me, they'd get bored pretty soon, find someone else and move on...and where the hell can you get a hooker for a dime? I might have been insulted about the loose ass comment, but I'm pretty sure they were just doing that to try and insult me, rather than basing it on truth. It better not be the truth.

I spent several hours douching myself to get the cum out, and the next day, I drove back to the parking lot to await further instructions. I was only told to stay in the car, so I did. When my passenger door flung open, I almost shot out of my skin. I wasn't expecting that.

"Good to see you're on time. Drive," he said almost snarling. This is like my own Hollywood movie, and when he kept looking behind us a couple of times, it really felt like we were in one. He directed to me a more secluded area where we parked and he told me to get out. I did and he came around and stood by me.

"Did you let your friends know that you wouldn't be home tonight?"

"Uh, yeah," I replied a little nervously.

"What did you tell them?"

"That I was staying at a friends' to study," I replied, actually telling the truth on that one. I mean if someone really wanted to find me, they could just track the car, but unless I went missing for more than a day, no one would need to. I saw one of the other men from yesterday approaching.

"Looks like the fun's about to begin," the first guy smiled as he greeted his friend. "Okay twink, strip and put your clothes in the bag!" the second man said as he handed me a green garbage bag. I shrugged and got out of my clothes. "Where's your phone?"

"In my pants," I replied.

"Turn it off and leave it in the bag too." I did and as soon as I was completely naked, he took the bag from me, tied it tight and walked into the trees, returning without it a few moments later. They put me into the back seat of my car with the second man, while the first one drove. I've been naked lots of places but driving through the city on our way to who knows where was a little nerve wrecking. I mean at stop lights anyone could look in and see that I wasn't wearing anything...well, they might be able to. The back windows were tinted so I was pretty much hidden. It just felt as if everyone could see. By the time we got away from the city and out onto the old highway, I realized that we were taking a road trip and not just going over to their apartment. The guy sitting with me in the back had been feeling my body, ending with his rough hands fondling my cock and balls as he checked me out.

"Good to see you can follow directions," fondling guy said. That's what I'm calling him now. "Those legs look a lot better smooth."

"They're gonna itch like a bitch when it grows back though," I replied.

"Keep them smooth. Boys should be hairless anyway. Now make yourself useful and suck my cock while we drive. We still have a way to go."

I leaned over and unfastened his pants to get his cock out. He struggled a bit as he wiggled his pants down, but eventually his dick was free, and he pulled his balls out too. I figure I could give him head, have him blow his load and then he'd not be horny any longer. He'd return me and we'd call it a day. It was extremely difficult getting to his cock as his gut was in the way, so I had to use my hands to push things around to get to him. That on its own was exercise. I sucked on him for a good ten minutes almost suffocating under belly folds. He'd put his head on the back of my head a few times and pushed me down on him, but he wasn't big enough to cause a gag reflex or make me choke. His rough hand ran down my back and played with my crack a few times while I did him. Finally, he pushed me off and told me that was enough. I half expected that he'd have cum already, but maybe he couldn't cum. I've heard smoking makes you sterile, or maybe that's just something they tell kids to keep them from smoking. Sure wouldn't stop them from having sex though, so they may need to rethink that tale.

We drove for another half hour until they put a blindfold on me. I felt us turn off the main road a short while later, and from the roughness of the ride, I guessed it was either a dirt or gravel road. They took the blindfold off a little later and I was right, it was a dirt road through the trees. Great, this is like all those horror slasher films you see. A cute guy...me...gets kidnapped into the woods, and at some point I'm tied to a tree, and for no known reason, a guy with a hockey mask and chainsaw shows up, dramatic music comes out of nowhere and then pieces start to fly. I felt safe though cause these guys neither looked like they were hockey players, nor bright enough to run a chainsaw. I was told to get out of the car once we stopped. That was also a good sign, as in horror movies, they come around and grab you by the hair and yank you out. We entered the cabin where another four old hairy shirtless guys were sitting around drinking. As far as creepy cabins in the woods, it wasn't that bad. It wasn't a run-down shit hole, and had decent furniture and a huge king bed towards the back of it. It looked like there were also a couple of other rooms too. I'm assuming a bedroom and bathroom, but they could just as easily be storage rooms; for kidnapped boys, axes and chainsaws. What do I know, I don't like horror movies much. What focused my eyes quickly was the young naked guy kneeling on the floor up against the side of the bed. His legs were spread so you could see everything, and he was maybe 16 or 17, so this day was already looking up. I know what you're gonna say. Even after I've been sorta kidnapped, stripped, and driven into the remote wilderness, I'm still thinking with my penis. What can I say? It's who I am.

"We made it boys. Looks like we got quite the night ahead of us. Did you get him shaved nice and smooth while I was out?"

"Not a hair on the boy from the nose down," one man replied. "Smooth and soft like a baby."

The driver looked at me and slapped me on the ass. "Why don't you go over to the bed and get to know my boy there while we get set up for you. New boy, meet old boy."

I hope I was new boy, because calling me old would be rude enough to piss me off and I might just go home. I went over to the bed to introduce myself. The guy just shook his head when I told him my name. "You're boy two, I'm boy one," he said politely. He was so cute and had very light blue eyes and probably the blondest hair I've ever seen. It was very fine straight hair which hung to his shoulders, and he had to keep brushing it out of his face. Totally my type. He was circumcised, and while still flaccid, it seemed like it would be a pretty decent size when hard. His balls were perfectly round and tight in his sac. Yeah, I'd be okay with him for the night. Now how do we get rid of the old gorilla dudes? Does that make me sound ageist? Or hairyphobic? That's a thing...I think. Then it hit me. I was in the woods with bears. It almost seemed funny. Maybe we call MythBusters and find out if bears really do shit in the woods.

"When I said get to know each other, I meant shove your cock down his throat so he can get you hard. Then turn around and let him eat your ass so we can all see that monster cock of yours, boy!" he clarified. I didn't need to be told twice. I aimed my cock at his lips and he opened up to suck me inside. He had very soft lips and his mouth was nice and warm, so I went in easily. Boy one seemed to know what he was doing and I was worried that I might choke him when I fully inflated, but he showed no signs of gagging; in fact he grabbed my ass to get more of me. I'd say his throat was about as tight as my ass, and my cock loved it. Just for clarification...the comparison is to assure you that they're both tight! I pulled out and turned around as instructed, and boy one pulled my ass onto his face to snake his tongue into my hole. Christ if he keeps this up, I'll be done in just a few seconds. That might piss these old guys off if they have to take me home before they complete whatever plans they had. Although I had a feeling I knew their plans already. Me and boy one were gonna be their fuck toys. I already figured that out. I'm a genius like that. One of the men came up and took hold of my cock, using it to pull me upright and lead me into the middle of the old guys.

"Check out the cock on this little slut. Everyone take a taste before we play spin the fag to get to know him better," he exclaimed, as he took hold of a nipple and tweaked it firmly, almost painfully. The old guy leaned in and shoved his whiskey and cigar tasting tongue down my throat. Gross. I hate cigars. I'm pretty sure his tongue was as hairy as the rest of him.

The hand that was holding my cock reached between my legs and a finger went into my ass unceremoniously. Good thing I'd lubed up ahead of this, plus I had boy one's spit in there, which also helped. "Good and tight. We're gonna have some fun with these two pussies tonight, boys," he exclaimed. At least he validated my tight ass claim, which I already knew, but it was nice to hear, no matter the source of the praise. I decided not to mention that they really weren't boys anymore. He dropped down behind me and took a firm grip of my ass before yanking it wide open and shoving his bristly haired face into it. He had barely got started rimming me, when another man slipped out of his chair onto his knees and took my cock in his mouth. He was joined by another of the guys and they shared me. Two more came up and used my body as if it were a salt lick. Note to kidnappers, use mouthwash and deodorant.

Boy one was also being used, and he's so cute that I might invite him over to the house for cock sucking Tuesdays. I just decided that that'll be a thing, followed by rimming Wednesdays. And before you ask about the rest of the days, just put it on your calendar that weekends are for the orgies. The roughness of the guy's face against my sensitive hole was actually pretty good, plus it also meant I didn't have to look at him while he was back there.

"Good hole," he remarked as he stopped licking and his finger entered. "I'm gonna enjoy watching that massive cock enter boy one, and I'll bet it'll make the double fuck incredible."

Boy one groaned slightly.

"Shut up boy. We already told you; today your ass gets opened up. You'll finally be getting your double penetration that we promised, and with new boy's long cock and my thick one, we'll get that pussy stretched. Complain and we'll give you more punishment. Is that what you want?" He asked.

"No sir. It's just that I'm not sure my ass can handle that," he replied almost sounding scared.

"You said that about your virginity, and it took a nipple piercing for you to understand that it was going to happen anyway. Then you complained that we were too rough with your foreskin, so we had that removed. Wanna keep complaining, or are you gonna accept the fact that two cocks are going in you at once?"

"I'll try sir. I'd prefer no punishment," he said almost whimpering.

"Good. Okay men, let's get warmed up with a game of spin the fag." He grabbed a small task chair on wheels and made me kneel on it. It was awkward as it wasn't really that big. They positioned me so that my ass was hanging off and my head was resting on the back support. "You all know the rules. We get in a circle around the chair and give him a spin. Whoever he lands in front of uses him. Once you're done, give him another spin."

I think that's `whomever' I land in front of, but now might not be the time to correct their grammar. Plus, what about the other boy? How come I was the only one being used?

"Once we're done with this, we'll give our old boy his riding lessons. Can't be out here in the woods and not know how to ride," he laughed almost evilly. I'm guessing they don't have horses.

I was spun and went around a couple of times before coming to a stop. The guy behind me wasted no time shoving his cock into my ass. Lube dude, lube! Do I have to teach everyone about this? I was focused on relaxing to take the cock, when the guy in front of me crouched down and pulled my head against his hairy nipple and told me to suck. This is one thing straight boys have going for them, they don't have to suck hairy tits...do they? I'm pretty sure girls don't get hair there. I noticed that boy one had crawled over and was rimming the ass of the guy that was fucking me. They used me for a minute until he pulled out and spun me again. I didn't feel any cum, so I wondered if there was a time limit or something. I was spun so many times that I was starting to get dizzy. I don't need lube now, I need Gravol. Each time someone new shoved his cock into me, the other boy was behind him eating him out. By the time they'd decided they were bored of this game, I had to be helped off the chair. They led me over to the bed so I could lie down. I think someone had decided to spin the entire cabin now. This would be a great time for a nap, I thought. They flipped me onto my back.

"You..." he said pointing at Boy One. "it's time for your riding lesson." One of the big guys got on the bed with me, lying on his back as well but facing the opposite direction. I'm pretty sure I heard the springs groan under his weight. I almost imagined us crashing to the floor as we broke the spine of the bed. He lifted one of my legs and scissored himself up against me so that our cocks were together. He told someone to throw him the bottle of lube. So they DO know what lube is. Things are looking up. It was a generic drug store brand, but it would at least be better than nothing. It's not like they would go for good stuff like Fuck Water' or Gun Oil' as their brand of choice. Drug store brand name lube...it's what all the cool old guys are using this year! Hipsters! I call them that because most will probably have had their hips replaced. He coated our cocks and stroked them so they were both fully hard. I tried not to watch as seeing him lying there all fat and hairy made me think that something had washed up on shore and stuck to me, and THAT would not make me horny. I really do sound like a stuck up twink don't I? Meh, I'll live with it until I'm old and fat, then I'll change my mind. "Okay, jump up here boy, and drop that tight ass on these cocks. Let's see you ride it like you stole it."

What does that even mean? Ride what like he stole what?

"I don't think I can. One of you would be enough. Two is gonna be impossible," he complained. I don't blame the kid for trying to refuse. He was right, my cock was big enough, but to take two cocks was gonna stretch his small ass to its limits, and maybe beyond. Even my own ass was clamping shut in sympathy.

"Impossible? No such thing. I suggest you relax and get down on us, because you're going to be DP'd all night to open you up. That's the goal. It's past time you could take a decent fisting boy. We'll get the large butt plug in and you boys can sleep in a 69 position for the night using each other's cocks as pacifiers. Now drop your little ass down on these cocks and don't keep me waiting."

Boy one moved into position and almost immediately it was like the paparazzi showed up. Cameras were all over the place going off non-stop as we all watched him lower himself towards our cocks. He struggled repeatedly to get inside, being allowed to use more lube until he got the tips in his hole. He was sweating and panting profusely, and the creases in his forehead showed just how much it must have been hurting. He paused for a minute before two of the other men came over and pushed on his shoulders to shove him all the way down on us. He cried out as we fully impaled him. More pictures were taken and he was told to start riding us. I'm pretty sure I heard squeaking as he bounced, and not from the bed springs this time. I'm sure it was coming from his ass, and how tight it must have been in there. It wasn't that pleasant for me either. My cock felt like it was in a vice with another guy's dick and I was beginning to get friction burn. This was not my idea of fun. Another note to kidnappers. Use quality lube if you're gonna make guys do this. I realize my advice should be don't kidnap, but come on, once you're a kidnapper, you're hardly gonna listen to some twink tell you not to. While I was being ridden, I was trying to determine if they were kidnappers, blackmailers, or extortionists. I'd have to research that. They let boy one stop for a minute, and a guy leaned over to suck his cock until he was hard. More pictures were taken as he resumed the ride. It was explained that he should be hard so that it looked like he was enjoying himself. The guy that was up against me suddenly shook and bucked his hips off the bed slightly, then let out a big breath of air and told the boy to get off. I guess he came and that's that. I watched as boy one eased off our cocks and I was actually relieved for him that he wasn't bleeding or anything. I thought he might be if he forced himself too hard. Cum ran out of him like he was a drainage pipe and I was covered in it.

"That's how you take a double fuck. New boy, I hope you were paying attention as you're gonna be next."

I am? Good luck with that. My ass is so tight, they make diamonds from coal in there when there's a shortage. Who laughed? Step forward now!

They yanked my new buddy off the bed and got him on his knees as I lay there on my back. "Since you argued with us, and once again we proved you could do what we told you, it's punishment time," one man barked. Four men held him while another got electric trimmers. I sat stunned as I watched them shave his hair short. Not bald, but short, then they removed his eyebrows. That's such a creepy look. He was trying not to cry by the time they were done, and I began to panic. I didn't want my head shaved, and when one of the men sat down next to me stinking of beer, body odour and cigars, I almost threw up. "Don't worry, movie star. We're not shaving your head. Wouldn't want to bring undue attention to you, would we?"

I almost breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," I said quietly. Undue attention? Like uploading pics and videos? Seems like that's exactly what they want to do. My cock was wiped clean with a washcloth by one of the guys, and as he did it, he shoved his fat finger up my ass. Again, no lube. Rules of engagement from the Geneva convention clearly state that lube MUST be used when fucking a prisoner. And if it doesn't...it should!

"Don't thank us, just do as your told and we won't need to punish you, will we?"

"No sir," I said quickly.

"Would you like a glass of water?"

"Yes, please," I said as I was feeling very dry. The guy left the bed and headed to the kitchen.

Boy one moved his head close to my ear and very silently whispered. "Don't drink the water. It's roofied."

I panicked a bit and nodded my head. The water was brought over and handed to me. I thanked the guy as I sat up. "I just need to pee," I remarked as I stood up and went for the bathroom pretending to drink my water as I went. As soon as I got in there, I dumped it and quickly filled it up with fresh water. I flushed the toilet and went back out having only half a glass of the water left. I was told to drink up to stay hydrated.

"I think you'd look so much better with nipple rings," one guy said as he leaned in to kiss me with his stinky breath. Haven't these guys heard of mouthwash or mints? I'll add that to the list of things they need. Better lube, mints, mouthwash and deodorant, and maybe razors as I was getting scratchy hair burns from them. I'm gonna look like I have allergies, or some rare skin disease by the time I go home. For the next hour, me and boy one were used every which way we could be used. They appeared to be a lot rougher with boy one than me, and his ass was pretty red by the time they had all finished with him. At one point I was being spit roasted by the cigar twins. That's what I'm calling the two beer belly guys that were using me. They were both puffing on cigars, making it difficult to breathe and tapping the ashes on my ash! (Ummm...ass), They also smelled like cheap whiskey. At least I assume it was cheap whiskey. They hardly look like the type to splurge on the good stuff, as their choice of lube proves. Although I did learn from listening to their conversation that they were smoking Cuban cigars, which I guess are pretty good ones. I glanced over and saw two of the other men grab what looked like a black oil funnel. Seems like a strange time to do car repairs, but then out here in the woods, I guess you do what you have to. They had boy one on his knees and to my surprise...yes, I still get surprised by things...they shoved the tube down his throat and strapped it to his head. It was like he was being intubated. I'd be gagging and trying to puke right about now. They made him sit on his ass cross-legged and one at a time pissed into the tube. There was no way for him not to drink it. It would have gone straight down his throat and into his stomach. He just sat motionless as they did it. The first two went and then a third wandered up, and jerked himself off until he came into the funnel, before continuing with a piss of his own. They were using him as their own personal urinal. They gave him a long thick black dildo that looked about the size of my arm and made him sit on it until it was all the way in. They left him there and came to grab me off the bed. Five of them lifted me up and held me face down over boy one so that my cock was right above his funnel.

"Okay, go ahead and piss," I was told. Since when can someone piss on command?

"I don't need to go, sir," I replied politely.

"Boy, you start peeing, or I'll shove my arm up your ass and squeezed the piss out of your bladder myself," one of the men barked. I had no idea if that was actually possible or not, but rather than find out, I tried to relax and think of a running river. The thought of water like that always makes me want to pee. I managed to get enough to pour out of me that they were satisfied, and my bladder squeezing was averted. I was placed back on the bed face up. The men took the funnel off boy one's head and he coughed and gagged for a bit as it came out. I swear that tube was a foot long and must have gone right down into him. He was allowed to go to the bathroom to clean up...and probably take a pee, or several pees. When he returned, they told us to take a break and cuddle with each other for a bit while they had more cigars and whiskey. I could see them looking at us and talking in a low voice. No doubt wondering why the roofie hadn't taken effect. Boy one spooned in front of me and I put my arm around him. We didn't talk, but I could feel him shaking slightly as he snuggled against me. We almost fell asleep together when I heard the men stirring from their seats. How can they be this horny? Even I was worn out...if you can believe it. More pictures were taken of us cuddling together before they lifted my snuggle buddy off me and turned him onto his back and lowered him on top of me. Good thing he wasn't one of the fat hairy guys or he could have crushed me. I felt them begin to duct tape our ankles together, followed by wrists. Our heads were positioned side by side so we could kiss. I guess we weren't cuddling enough for them, so we are now attached to each other. Plenty more pictures and video were taken. They pulled on his nipples as if trying to lift him up by them, before he was kissed and sucked off. His balls were pulled and toes sucked on. I almost shrieked in a giggle fit when they sucked on my toes, which just encouraged them more. One by one, they fed their cocks to us and we sucked to get them hard, before they began fucking us again. Being tied together, our asses were both in the same place, so they pushed our legs back and fucked me, then him, then back to me. They rotated until all their cocks had been everywhere. I felt my cock being lubed up and inserted into boy one above me. Now we were truly linked. Once again, our legs were lifted up and the fucking resumed. This time, boy one had two cocks in him each time. I really felt for him as my own ass was sore, so I could only imagine how bad he must be feeling. They never stopped taking video and pictures, and if this had been a porn shoot, we could have a several full-length features right about now. I was almost relieved when the old guys finally decided to cum. Up until this point they had pretty much refrained from that. Now, one by one, they came either in our asses or all over our faces, making sure they scooped up what they could and made us taste them. Once all six had shot a load, they worked on getting us off. My cock, still inside boy one, was stroked and teased until I blew my own load. Boy one was sucked and jerked off until he shot all over his chest. They ran their fingers through his cum and lapped it up as if it was a fountain of youth elixir. They licked and slurped his body until it looked like they had it all. My new duct taped cuddle buddy had been thoroughly tongue bathed. They removed the tape, and told us it was time for some sleep. I don't think I've ever been so happy to hear those words. But they weren't quite done with us. First, a thick butt plug was shoved into the other guy, before we were both picked up and carried down to the dock like we were sacks of potatoes. Please don't tell me we have to sleep outside. I didn't have time to think about it or ask for clarification before they threw both of us in the lake, like we were on a catch and release program.

"Clean yourselves up and then come to bed," one man barked at us. I'm pretty sure I have hypothermia now. They laughed and left us in the lake. I realized now why they'd put the butt plug in the other guys ass. As well used as it was, it was probably wide open, and he'd have sunk like the Titanic as he filled up with water.

"Holy shit! Dude, this is our chance to get out of here. Let's bolt," I suggested.

"Bolt to where? It's like 20 kilometres to the nearest town and we're naked in the middle of the night."

"Anywhere is better than here. I'm Justin by the way," I said shivering like a popsicle.

"Layne," he replied. Finally a name to go with boy one.

"Don't you want to try and get away after what they did to you?"

He looked at me and with a partial smile said. "It's okay. One of them is my uncle. I'm his boy."

I was a bit surprised by that, considering he'd been circumcised, pierced and shaved, but at least he wasn't there against his will. I was still trying to decide if I was there against my will or not. "So, they didn't kidnap you?"

"No. We come up here a lot of weekends. Mostly it's just my uncle and me, and my kid brother. Sometimes he brings other boys with us, sometimes other men, like today. Wait...did they kidnap you?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I showed up voluntarily and stripped when they told me to. I think it's more like blackmail than kidnapping. How did you get started with this?"

"My Uncle Steve caught me giving my best friend a blowjob. He told my friend if he wanted to see a real blowjob, he should see how a man does it, and shoved his cock down my throat while he made my friend watch. After he came, he told my friend if he ever wanted real sex, he should come back for a good fucking. My buddy never came over again, but we kept fooling around with each other away from my Uncle."

"How old were you?"

"About 11, I think."

"How did you get the piercing?"

"When I was 13, he told me he wanted to fuck me, and I said I didn't know if I wanted to as it might hurt. He pierced my nipple to teach me to toughen up before he fucked me anyway. The same with my foreskin. I complained because he was pulling it back to hard when he played with me, so he had it removed. I kinda like how it looks now though."

"Dumb question. What about your parents? Don't they notice?"

"My parents travel six months of the year, so we live with my uncle when they're gone. They never see me naked now that I'm grown up. Do you like doing this stuff?"

"Mmmm, older hairy guys aren't my thing. I prefer younger guys like you. Well, my favorite is cute blond guys with eyebrows..." I joked as we swam to shore to get out of the freezing water. I was sure I had blue balls now...and blue lips, toes and fingers. No one had left us towels so we had to walk back to the cabin dripping wet and cold. "Can I ask you something? Do you get double fucked a lot?"

"No. This was my first time. He brought me up here on my 13th birthday to take my virginity. We stayed for a week and he kept me naked the entire time and showed me everything. We had sex pretty regularly after that. He called everyone he knew to use me as he said I was a good little bottom and was made for it. I just turned 16, and he said I should learn some new things now."

"Are you gay?"

"Totally. I tried being with a girl once, but I really wasn't into it. I prefer guys a billion percent. It's fun to learn new things, and getting so much attention knowing that guys are turned on by me is wicked cool."

"I gotta admit, you're pretty hot, even without eyebrows," I grinned. "Thanks for the warning about the roofie."

"No problem. I've seen them do that before. I figure if the guy wants to have sex, he'll do it without being drugged. They would have fisted you. It's something they enjoy."

"Ouch. Thanks for that then."

I followed Layne into the cabin and to the bathroom where we dried off. We returned to the main room and got into bed together and snuggled. I was just getting nice and warm, and into that mode where you're just about asleep, but not quite, when the covers were removed and we were ordered to 69 with each other and suck cocks to get to sleep. Meh, I can handle that. I used to suck my thumb when I was a kid and I'm no stranger to falling asleep with a cock in my mouth. We spun into a 69 position and pulled the covers around us the best we could so that we could still breathe, and finally fell asleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night, still in a 69 position with Layne. One of the men was licking my ass and fingering my hole. He noticed me stir and whispered. "Go back to sleep and relax. I'm just gonna fuck you for a bit."

Sure, because that's how it works. I can sleep while a creeper fucks me. I think I grunted slightly when he pushed three fingers into my ass, and he whispered at me to be quiet or I'd wake the others. Yeah, that's my concern. Waking the others. At least he was using lube to play around inside me. Then I felt him kneel up. He pulled his fingers out, only to replace them with his long cock, pushed fully in in one thrust. He fucked impressively slowly and thoroughly for a while before attempting to slide a finger in alongside his dick. I dunno how big he thinks my ass is, but it's not a storage locker for his body parts. I grunted again at the pain. Layne woke up looking to see how much was being put into my ass. He was also told to be quiet. The cock and finger were definitely hurting, and I was sure he'd rip me apart if he kept going, and keep going he did. Layne was pushed down onto my cock and that definitely helped make me feel better. I was fucked hard from one side and sucked deep from the other. I actually came despite the pain, and Layne gulped down my small load as fast as he could. The creeper inside me kept going for another five minutes before he finally unloaded with a muffled moan. So much for being quiet. He leaned down and whispered to us. "Lick his hole clean and then go back to sleep." He got off the bed and wandered to the bathroom while Layne rolled me on my stomach and worked his tongue into my hole. It was stinging like hell, so his wet tongue helped. I think I may actually have fallen asleep while he worked on me.

I realized it was morning when I felt myself being pulled down the bed to get fucked again. One of the big men was standing at the foot of the bed ready to go. He pulled my legs up and held them out to the side as he drilled into me with a single thrust and began fucking. Good thing I probably still had lube or cum inside me as he hadn't bothered to slick himself up. He was pounding away without regard to whether I was fully awake or not, and I sure didn't have my usual morning wood. He suddenly moved my legs onto his shoulders and leaned forward and put his hands around my throat and squeezed, cutting off my airway. I tried to fight back to get him to stop, but he was way too strong for me. I felt the blackout beginning and wondered if this was plan B for the roofie. Fortunately, he let my throat go and I inhaled deeply as he slammed into me. I had some sort of weird rush that made my dick jump and I almost shot my load. What the hell was that? Damn bears! I used to like them, especially Polar & Pandas. Just a question while I'm thinking about bears. If they like sex with women too, are they bi-polar bears? I think I've asked that before but I never got a satisfactory answer. I wasn't the only one getting pummelled. Layne was also being used from both ends. The large butt plug that had been in his ass all night was on the bed between us. I watched, but that didn't last long. I was flipped over and put doggy style at the end of the bed. I was fed a cock to suck. They really enjoyed spreading my legs wide apart and getting my hole extremely visible, which seemed to be one of their favorite go to positions. I wonder if now would be the right time to tell them that lube is mandatory for each fucking. Not just once in 24 hours. I was being hammered as if they hadn't gotten laid in weeks. Are all old guys this horny? I remember my grandfather just falling asleep in his recliner most of the day, and my dad wasn't far behind that level of energy. How did these guys have so much left in them? Or more correct, how could they leave this much in me? The guy fucking me was an ass slapper. He loved whacking me hard each time he fucked, and I almost turned around a couple of times to tell him to stop it, but like I said, I was being spit roasted, so not only couldn't I turn my head, I couldn't talk either. The guy fucking me stopped after I felt him shake and unload into me. My ass had a few seconds reprieve before another guy entered and dumped his morning load. This went on for the better part of an hour before they dropped both of us onto the bed while they went for breakfast. I did notice that there were only five guys now, one had apparently left. Maybe we'd worn him out. Layne and I were instructed to make out while they ate and then we could have something. I guess we're the show with breakfast.

At one point I was on top of Layne kissing and he flung his legs up around my waist and went for my cock. I didn't resist and let him guide me inside. His ass certainly wasn't tight any more but it was still nice to fuck. I leaned my head to the side and nibbled on his ear. They had videoed everything, and by now they must have a thousand pictures of me. Well, they think it's a collection of J.P., so I won't correct them. Once breakfast was over, it was back to more sex.

"Maybe we should fist the two of them," one guy said sounding slightly like a snarl. "I'd love to see what they look like with my arm in their ass right up to my elbow."

The ELBOW? He's kidding right? I mean I've heard of fisting, but elbowing? Never. That's not a thing, right?

"I could have one of you on each hand like twinky puppets."

I don't mind fisting a boy when he's ready, but I don't like it myself. My ass just doesn't open up that far. Maybe when you're older and things aren't as tight, it might work. Your ass is turned into a gaping cave entrance. Spelunkers will sign up for tours inside me. Cars will rent space in my hole. Watermelons will be grown in there and pulled out when full size. I'll be buying adult diapers just so I don't have an accident. I imagine that's how ventriloquist dummies feel after their shows.

Someone put a ball gag in my mouth and pulled it tight. I guess they didn't want me screaming so loud that the neighbours 20km away would hear. I heard the camera going off several times and had no doubt they were getting close-ups as both Layne and I got a turn at being double fucked. At least I got plenty of compliments on how perfect I was. At least how perfect I used to be until my ass was totally wrecked. Shit, I'm gonna die here in the woods naked with a stretched big open hole for an ass. When CSI shows up they'll say things like it looks like he has been anally penetrated', and then they take pictures of my red hole the size of a tennis ball and put that in the autopsy for everyone to see. So wrong. My stomach was beginning to hurt with all the pounding, and I think I needed to fart. Maybe with enough built up gas, I'll blow the guys right out of me, and across the room. Or what if I get lock ass and they can't get out? How do you explain that in the emergency room? What seems to be the problem, son?' the doctor will ask, and I'll have to point to the two 300-pound men with their dicks stuck in me. When they finally popped out, I shrieked through the ball gag and fell forward onto the bed, my ass throbbing like crazy and the pain almost intolerable. I felt a cool cloth being laid in my crack and the ball gag was removed. I took a deep breath and just lay there.

"The boy is incredible. "He's loves this. "But now he's not tight at all," the guy complained. "It's like doing your wife."

"Fuck you," another guy laughed as he came over and shoved himself inside me. "Although, you might not be far off on that. I could sew half that bitch's cunt shut and she'd still be loose. I guess that's what happens when you pump out a couple kids. What are you complaining about anyway? This is the first pussy you've had in months."

"True. Although that friend of your daughters was one hot piece of snatch."

"Isn't that the truth. There's a girl that has her career as hooker all locked in. She opened her legs at 14 and hasn't closed them since. Plus she's gotta have the greatest non-surgical tits I've ever felt."

"Dude, I still jerk off over those pictures of your nephew and that chick. The look on his face is priceless. Like a deer in headlights. I don't think he calmed down until you shoved your cock in his ass while he was fucking her."

"God, I remember that. He was so freaked out he couldn't even cum. I had to pull him out and finish her off myself. I made him stand up so I could lick her pussy juice off his cock. Boy only came from the blowjob, not the snatch. Truly opened his eyes to the fact he's a queer boy."

"But a delicious queer boy at that," another guy said, as they all agreed. The guy inside me pulled out and I fell back onto the bed. It wasn't long before I felt the pillow move and Layne was lying beside me looking just as exhausted, although not appearing in pain like I'd been.

The guys left us alone on the bed for a while and Layne whispered to me. "You okay?"

"I dunno. I'm pretty sure my ass is wrecked. What about you?"

"I'm okay, I think. I kinda knew they were gonna do this, so I'd been practicing when I could."

We lay together and must have fallen asleep, because when we woke up, we were alone in the cabin. I jumped off the bed and looked outside. All the cars, including mine, were gone.

I went back to sit on the bed as Layne rolled over to look at me. He looked so weird with no hair or eyebrows. "They've all left," I told him quietly. "Ummm, how do we get home?"

"Uncle Steve will be back soon. He just went to pick up my brother, Jimmy. He was sleeping over at a friend's place last night."

"Thank God. So, are you a foster kid too?" I asked as I figured it might be nice to get to know Layne better, and lay down beside him again.

"No, my parents got Jimmy like three years ago. They thought it would be nice for me to have a kid brother, and he needed someone. I know he's a foster kid, but to me he's a real brother now. He was kinda damaged when we got him. They found him wandering around the streets with cuts and bruises, looking like he hadn't had a bath in weeks. He didn't remember anything about who he was, not even his name. They listed him as John Doe, but he said he didn't like that name, and asked if he could be called Jimmy, so that's how he got his name. He didn't even know how old he was or when his birthday is, but they guessed and gave him one so he didn't get left out. I think they're still hopeful that one day he'll remember stuff and we can find out where he came from."

"That's pretty sad for a little kid to have to go through that. Hopefully things will work out for him. At least he's got you as a family to look out of him.

"Yeah. I think it's better than being in kiddie prison or wherever they send kids without parents. I like having him around."

"Do your parents know you're gay?"

"Hell no. They're totally against gay people. They said that we should stay away from gay people as they would try to recruit us into their lifestyle."

"How's that working out for you?" I grinned.

"Hey, I got recruited at birth, and now I'm pretty much a veteran. Seems like it's going well so far. Speaking of that, how's your ass?"

"Feels better. Still stinging a bit, but I think it's fine."

"Turn over and I'll have a look," he offered. I lay on my stomach and spread my legs slightly. He gently opened my ass cheeks. "Yeah, it's pretty red and your hole is a lot bigger than before, but you're not bleeding or anything. I'm no expert on bums, but I think it'll be okay."

"Want me to check yours?" I offered. He agreed and I looked at him. He was right, the hole was enlarged and red, but otherwise seemed fine. "We look like we've survived," I commented.

"Cool. I like sex, but that was a bit extreme," Layne remarked. "Want to get something to eat and drink?"

"Sounds good to me," I replied as we got off the bed and went to get food in the kitchen area. I found out that I wasn't the first guy that Steve and his buddies had brought along for Layne to play with. It was like a sex club. Does everyone have one of these? I thought we were unique. Layne might be fun to have as a member of the `Q'. I'll have to tap him for a future initiation.

The front door of the cabin burst open and a young naked kid ran in as if he'd been shot out of a cannon. "Hi Layne!" He yelled as he ran in to give him a hug. "Guess what? We're going for ice cream later."

"Sounds good to me," Layne grinned as he hugged the kid back.

"Hi mister, sir. I'm Jimmy, but my friends call me J.J.!" The boy said, letting go of his brother and looking at me.

"No one calls you that, Jimmy," Layne remarked as he stared at him.

"Yeah they do, Layne," he said sticking his tongue out.

I froze as I stared at him. "Uhhh, hi. I'm...uhhh...Justin," I replied as I introduced myself. The kid was a mini version of Blake. He had the same messy blond hair and green eyes. I was stunned by the resemblance. It was causing the hair on my arm to stand up. I stared at him as he excitedly told Layne all about his sleepover. The expressions he used, and his facial features had me seeing Blake of a few years ago. The likeness was freaking me out, to say the least.

"Do you boys want to go for a swim before we head home?" Steve asked.

"I do!" Jimmy said excitedly as he grabbed Layne by the hand.

"You can go with them boy, or stay here with me and I'll work that ass a few more times while they're out there," he said to me.

Oh, great choice. Freezing cold water or continue having my ass destroyed by a big hairy bear. It's like I'm in weird version of the Revenant. At least the cold water might help sooth my sore hole a little. "I'll go hang with the guys for a bit," I replied, and headed out with them.

We played around in the lake for about 15 minutes, with Jimmy not even seeming to notice just how cold the water was. Layne really stuck close to him to make sure he was okay, and I was still having trouble with how much like Blake this kid was. Not only the hair and eyes were alike, but his mouth and nose were the same too. I guess it's true what they say, everyone has a look alike somewhere. I of course, have two. At times, Jimmy even sounded like Blake with some of the ways he said things. If I closed my eyes, I could almost picture a small Blake beside me.

Steve, who was back to being as naked as we were, appeared on the dock with towels, and suggested we come in. Jimmy complained a little, but Layne and I were happy to get out of the cold water. My dick was now the size of Jimmy's it was so cold. We got out and wrapped ourselves in the warm towels to head inside where some hot chocolate was waiting. Once everyone was warmed up, we got back to the original agenda.

"Jimmy, do you want to see how teenagers play?"

The boy grinned and nodded.

"You heard him boys. Up on the bed and let's see some decent fucking. Justin, you take Layne doggy style." Steve picked Jimmy up and threw him on the bed. The boy giggled as he bounced. Layne and I got into our positions while Steve reached over to stroke my dick to get me hard. Jimmy sat up against Layne's side and leaned on him as if he were a table. He stared intently as I was put inside his big brother's ass, and I'm not sure how to feel right now. On one hand here was this little kid about to watch us screw, while on the other hand, Steve called me a teenager. Makes me feel good that I still look that young.

"That looks really cool, Justin," Jimmy remarked as he leaned forward slightly to see me penetrate his brother, his small pre-puberty penis sticking straight up in front of him. It looked like my pinky, maybe just a little fatter, but not by a lot. It amazes me how much a penis grows during puberty. One day you're a 3-inch pencil, the next day, you're sporting a 7-inch cucumber. I felt his small hand reach under us and grab my balls.

"Jimmy, what did I tell you?" Steve said to him almost sternly.

He let go quickly. "Look and learn, but don't touch. I just wanted to see what his balls were like, Uncle Steve."

"Well, you can see plenty without touching. Once your balls drop and we see the first hair above your penis you can join in, but until then, you're too young."

"Well it better hurry up," Jimmy said sitting back. "You have a big wiener, Justin. I can't wait until I'm old enough," he grinned as he almost had his head on Layne's butt cheek.

"It won't be long before you have a big penis of your own," Steve said as he took hold of Jimmy's erection between his thumb and forefinger. "These boners are getting a lot firmer every time. I'm sure your friends appreciate it when you share what you know with them."

"Robbie likes it when we play with our penises. He said it tickles when I put it in my mouth, and it makes his wiener all tingly.

Steve tweaked the tiny boy nipples as Jimmy giggled. At their age are they really blowjobs, or are they blowjoblets? I don't care how old you are, everyone likes their dick sucking, even if they just think it's funny and tickles. I felt Steve's hands run up and down my ass and take hold of my balls as I fucked. I guess the look but don't touch rule doesn't apply to him. From there it didn't take him long to bury his face in my ass and then join in with the fuck. He entered me while I was still doing Layne. Jimmy was all over the place to get the best views of what we were doing. He's gonna grow up to be paparazzi with moves like that. The kid was like my own personal cheerleader as he kept complimenting parts of my body. I should take him along with me to help my ego. It didn't take long for Steve to climax, and for me to unload into Layne. Jimmy thought it was `neat' that we could all make white stuff and asked how long it would be before he could get some. I had no idea if that meant he wanted someone to give him theirs, or if he was curious when he'd be making his own. I didn't ask. At his age, he's probably not far off. Once the balls drop, it's a short hop to sperm, and an even shorter hop until they're as sex crazy as Blake.

Jimmy ran off to get something to drink with Steve right behind him.

"So why does he get called J.J.?" I asked curiously.

"He doesn't. It's just a new thing he's been doing. I think he just figures it's cooler than Jimmy. I mean he doesn't even have a middle name that we know of. Maybe once my parents adopt him, he can pick his own name."

"Makes sense," I guess. "Although at that age he's likely to pick Captain Iron Man Thor as a name," I joked.

"Isn't that the truth," Layne agreed as we began to clean up the cabin before all heading out to my car. I was still naked as my clothes were somewhere in the woods, but both Layne and Jimmy also remained naked as we piled into the car. Only Steve had put his clothes back on as he got behind the wheel. He does know this is MY car, right? And I suppose if I knew where we were, I could have driven, although the GPS would get me home easy enough. I was given a blindfold again just before we turned back onto the main road, and Jimmy thought that would be a good time to reach over from the front seat and play with my penis. I guess it's one of those kid rules. If I can't see him, it's like it's not happening.

Once we were down the road a bit further, the blindfold was removed again, and I found Jimmy backwards on the front seat looking at me. His ass was half up in the air and I wondered how that would look if anyone drove by. The back seat was pretty secluded so at least we weren't all that visible. Jimmy climbed in the back seat with us and everything about the kid seemed familiar. It was still freaking me out. I ran my fingers through his curly hair and managed to pull a few strands of it without him knowing I'd done it. I grabbed some tissues from the box on the floor, and covertly wrapped the hair in them before tossing the tissue into the cup holder in the front console. I totally understand Spidey senses now as mine were tingling each time the kid looked at me. Maybe he was a distance relative that we didn't know about and that's why the similarities. Not that I'd want to look for Blake's relatives exactly, as that might change too many things. What if they were a closer relative than I was, and they tried to take Blake away? I wasn't interested in that, but I really wanted to know if I was just being paranoid. Maybe I miss 10-year-old Blake instead of the 14-year-old we have now. Who knows. Once we got back to the city, I reached in the console and pulled out a pen and paper and wrote my number down for Layne. "Call me sometime." Layne gave me his number in return, although Steve was careful not to give me his, as expected.

We pulled back into the parking lot, and the boys didn't even hesitate to get out completely naked. I was a bit surprised as it was a lot more public than being up in the woods. They jumped in Steve's car which had been left there overnight. "Ummm, can I get my clothes back?" I asked after I'd climbed into the passenger seat.

Steve laughed. "Sure. They're right where we left them out in the woods," was the reply before he got out and closed, leaving me alone in my car. As they drove off, Jimmy was waving to me, so I waved back. Shit, it was the middle of the day and I was completely naked. If it hadn't been for the fact that my phone was there too, I would have left the clothes and just gone home. In hindsight, I should have driven home, got new clothes, returned to the woods and searched, but my mind wasn't working like that at the moment. I got out of the car and scurried into the trees like a squirrel avoiding a semi on the freeway. I looked around for about 15 minutes before I found the bag and got dressed. I headed home, speeding most of the way, and rushed into my shower for a very long scrub. By the time Colin got home, I was in full research mode.

"Hey babe. What's up?" He said coming over to kiss me like the man coming home from work to his wife, expecting dinner on the table. Okay, it was just a kiss to say hi, but I like to imagine things in my head more than most. If I wiggle my nose, it'll be an episode of that old Bewitched TV show that I saw once; and if I start whistling the theme song to The Dick Van Dyke show, somebody put a bullet in me. Does anyone else think that seems like a made-up name? Dick and Dyke in the same name? Was that some subtle 60's thing that people were to naïve to catch on to?

"I saw a kid today that was the spitting image of Blake before puberty turned him into...well...Blake," I told him. "It was super freaky."

"I'm sure there are lot of kids that look like that at that age."

"I dunno. It was more than that. You know how you get a feeling about something? Makes your whole body get goose bumps?"

"Sure," he said as he sat down beside me.

"Well, this was one of those times. How do I get DNA tested?"

"First you'd need DNA," he grinned.

"I have that. I took some of the kid's hair."

"You took some random kids' hair? Like you saw a kid that looked like Blake, walked up to him and yanked out his hair? Should we be expecting the police to show up anytime soon?" He asked with a smirk.

"No, not like that. I was hanging out with his older brother and he introduced himself. I found the opportunity to just get some hair after that."

"So, he has a brother and a family, and yet you somehow think he's somehow related to Blake?" Colin asked frowning.

"No, I'm not sure, but maybe he's a distant relative or something. It might be nice for Blake to have some connection to his original family. Even if it's just distant cousins or something. I dunno. There was just something about this kid that made me see Blake in him."

Colin's eyebrows raised up with a stupid smile.

"Not like that! Pervert! I mean I just saw more than a passing resemblance."

"I know. Just bugging you. Well, you could always have the hair tested and take a DNA sample from Blake to see if there are any similarities. Just go through a doctor. They usually give you a kit and we send it off. Get the results in a few weeks."

"I'll do that. Wouldn't it be cool if they had a connection somehow?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself," Colin grinned. "It's probably just a kid that looks similar."

"I know, but what if found out that there's this whole other line of Blake's family out there, maybe from Switzerland, who moved here hundreds of years ago and spread out across the country, only to lose track of each other, until today, when fate brings them together through some random meeting."

"Switzerland? Random. You're strange, you know that, right?" Colin laughed. "But I love you anyway."

"I love you too," I said kissing him. I couldn't sleep that night, and the next day I went immediately to get a DNA test kit and send in both samples. I mean normally I wouldn't go and randomly check some kid just because he looks like someone else, but you know how it is when you get that feeling deep down in the pit of your stomach that you need information. I had that feeling with Jimmy. I mean it could just be some really wild coincidence, or maybe I was right and that it was a distant relative that would give Blake some connection to his old family. Do I want that? Ethically, yes. Selfishlessly, no. More than likely, Colin would be right, as he usually is, and it'll just be a kid that has similar features, and I'll have been all worked up over nothing. I really should get an MRI or something to see if my brain is wired properly. Once the kit was off for analysis, it was like when you get something off your chest, it allows you to relax, and that's how I felt at the moment.

I responded to a text from Alex later in the week announcing the next pledging group. He said it would be next Saturday morning at a nearby field. I had to read it twice as I think it autocorrected 10am to 6am. I confirmed that with Alex, but he said it was right. We were starting early. Early? Early what? 9am is early. 6 am is considered late; when most of us are still winding our way home from the bar. I just got a happy face, peach and eggplant emoji response. Didn't really make me that much hornier or happy at the start time, but he explained that we were doing something different, and I probably wouldn't want to miss it. That might have been his way of saying that I hadn't been to many pledging things lately.

`We're initiating str8 boys,' he texted.

`Str8 boys? How the fuck does that work?'

`Hopefully really well. At 6am they still have morning wood. Hopefully their brains won't catch up until we've trained them.'

I knew the park wasn't that well used, and the field was surrounded by trees, so it was a good choice for the pledges, but 6am? That's just cruel punishment...even for straight pledges. I had put Layne's name forward thinking the boy might enjoy a diverse group of gay guys around his age instead of the hairy bears, but I'm guessing if we're only inviting straight guys, Layne won't be in this session. As has been the case in the past, I had no idea who the pledges would be. I'd have to wait and see. I mean I could go to the `Q' office and check the computer, but it's more fun this way.

By the time Saturday rolled around, I dragged my ass out of bed at 5:30 and woke Colin. We were actually too tired for morning sex, so we just stumbled to the shower and then downstairs for coffee, remembering to take our robes and masks to stay hidden. We did the zombie walk over to Jason and Alex where they were ready to go. They looked like they'd been up for hours and it made me exhausted at how energized they were. They have three kids; how can they be this awake? We jumped in the car with them and headed over to the field together. We parked out of sight of the arriving guys and made our way to the large canopy tent that had been set up. It was our staging area and had netting around the sides so that it would help keep us hidden better while we watched everything.

"This should be the most interesting pledge group we've ever had," Alex explained. "Believe it or not, every one of these guys applied through our online system, and all indicated that they were straight. We picked 20 of them to see if they could handle our initiation process."

"I still can't believe straight boys want to join a secret gay club. Don't they have enough of their own clubs?" I joked. "This is like when girls wanted to join the Boy Scouts. Everyone always thinks that a club forbidden to them is better than one they can get into easily. I just hope they realize the only thing we want easy to get into is their asses. What made them wanna join?"

"We had that question on the application, and most of them had some excuse like they were curious about sex with a boy, or they were trying to understand what the difference was between gay and straight guys. Some said they liked the idea of being in a secret club and were comfortable enough with who they were to accept sexual situations with another guy. Lots of them just said they wanted to `check it out', but we ignored those applications and only chose the most interesting responses." We got our robes and masks on and met the other pledge committee to get the plan of action for the day before making our way over to the large group gathered together.

Alex stepped forward cloaked, and in a loud booming voice addressed them to get their attention. "Pledges, today you embark on a trip for membership in the Q' Society. This is a brotherhood with members around the world, comprised primarily of gay and bisexual boys. Today is a unique day for all of us. Each of you indicated online that you are straight, but still interested in becoming one of the Q' with all it's benefits, perks and rewards. We are a brotherhood that are not shy around each other, and support other brothers in whatever they need. We help each other when needed, and are connected like no other. Since you applied to join us and read about the Society, we know that you are familiar with some of our expectations. While this may excite your fantasy mind, the reality could quickly become more than you were ready to handle. I will remind all of you that by the time we conclude our month-long initiation, you will have not only been naked around each other, but sexual as well. This I can promise. Look around gentlemen. If you can't imagine losing your clothes and having to get very personal with those around you, I suggest you leave now. You may refuse to do any task, but then we will ask you to leave the pledge group and re-apply at a later date when you can do anything asked of you, as is required of all members. Otherwise we begin in one minute." He turned around to let them decide if they wanted to stay.

I half expected most of them to leave, but once again, the straight boys surprised me, and while they talked amongst themselves, no one left. "I see why you chose 6am now," I laughed. "Get the straight boys at their most horny before they've figured out how to turn their brains on."

"Exactly," Alex laughed. "Any bets on how many quit before the first task is finished? I'm guessing that out of the 20, more than half will quit today, and 15 will quit before the final day."

"Well, I personally can't wait to try them all," I grinned. "I mean test their loyalty to the `Q'."

I looked more closely at the group of pledges and actually pulled the hood of my robe further over my face to hide myself. There were three standing together near the back that shocked me, but shouldn't have. Nate, Kent and Rory were here. Now we all know Nate is up for playing with a guy, as is Rory to some small degree, but I never thought Kent would be willing to join in. He was fine being naked, and had gotten head before, but he'd shown no signs of letting anyone bone his bubble butt. I'm guessing peer pressure had something to do with it. Let's see how long that lasts. All I know is that I want to be first inside that. Another one I recognized was Tanner, Patrick's little brother and the guy that Blake had bought as his personal assistant at the school auction. As far as I knew the boy was not only straight, but hadn't had sex of any kind. The last time I'd seen him is when I'd taught him to shave in the bathroom after his assistant stint with Blake had concluded. I figured having someone touch his junk was more than he could handle, and never came back. Maybe this was his way of taking the next step. Might be a bit of an extreme way to do it. Last I knew the boy was only 15, so shouldn't be here as our minimum age was 16, but it's possible he'd had a birthday. Either way, he's one I want to notch on my straight boy belt...if he doesn't run off in a panic after the first task. One of our members came running over the field to join us.

"Sorry I'm late. My damn alarm clock didn't go off," Derek said as he apologized to Alex. He stood next to me with a smile. "Hi Justin, or should I say Marcus?"

"Hi Derek. Are you part of the pledge committee this time?" I remember him from when I pledged as Marcus. I wouldn't mind jumping on that again. I suppose that goes without saying considering my past history, so the jury should just ignore that last sentence.

"Yep, volunteered to help. Time to dish out a little of what I've been getting this past year, I figure."

"I'm betting you've been dishing out a bit of that seven incher at the Academy, am I right?"

"Well you do have to welcome the newbies properly," he grinned "and nothing says `properly' like taking their cherries."

"And of course planting seeds of knowledge into them so they grow up smart," I added.

"Obvy!" He laughed.

"You know any of the pledges?"

"Yeah, my best friend is here."

I nodded. "I'm guessing he knows you're gay?"

"Yeah. We've fooled around a bit. Nothing major. Handjobs and blowjobs mostly, but I had the `Q' website up one day and caught him checking it out. I had no idea he'd applied until he got the invite to pledge. That's one of the reasons I wanted to join the committee this time."

"I get that. I've got a few friends here as well. You plan on fucking him?"

"As many times as I can," Derek grinned. "I know he's been trying things in his ass to see what it feels like, so now I'm gonna really show him. Might totally change sleepovers."

"Straight boys. They're so easy."

"Isn't that the truth," he agreed.

Alex returned to address the group. "Looks like you all have decided to stay. Our first task today is a simple ice breaker. A game of football. We thought that seemed straight enough for all of you to get to know each other. We'll break into two teams, so those with 9½ inches or more over to my left," he said putting his arm out to indicate left. You have to do that for straight boys as they confuse easily. "And those under 9½ inches to my right. Remember honesty is one of our core rules and we will be seeing all of you without clothes before the day is over."

The guys began mumbling to themselves and one boy moved to Alex's left. He's mine. Dibs! I thought for sure the two black guys would be in the large penis group. So much for stereotypes.

"What's your name?" Alex asked the guy.

"Brian," he yelled back.

"Alright Brian, we'll be checking that size later. Right now, I think you're going to have a tough time winning against the other 19 guys on the other team. Brian needs more guys on his team. Everyone that shaves their pubes smooth, move to join him."

Four boys moved across from the main group. Dibs again!

"Better, but still not enough. Those with a gay sibling move to Brian's team." Two more moved. Okay, now we're getting closer. 7 to 13. Alex smirked as he looked at me and I had no idea what the look meant, but I found out fast enough. "All those that have done something sexual with another boy, and that can be as simple as jerking off together while watching porn, or giving each other a handjob or blowjob, move to Brian's team. Everyone except for one guy moved. "Ooops, we may have overshot on that one," Alex said loudly as several of the guys laughed. "Okay ignore that one, and go back where you were."

At least we know who hasn't played with a boy before. Guess what? DIBS!

"Anyone with red shorts, move to Brian's team," Alex yelled out. Three boys moved, including our boy on boy virgin. Now the teams were even. That last one seemed a bit of a cheat, but I guess it was one sure way of balancing it all out. "Okay, we play a simple game of football with extra players on each team. We'll give you a few minutes to decide positions and strategy."

"Positions like who'll be top, bottom or versatile?" I asked knowing full well what he meant.

Derek laughed. "I think he meant quarterback, wide receiver, halfback, things like that."

"Doesn't sound as interesting as my positions," I shrugged. "Put me in coach. I can be the wide pitcher and partner with the wide receiver."

Derek shook his head. "I'm guessing you don't know much about football?"

"I know tons. Guys in spandex bend over in a line. I'm pretty sure they're the receivers, or as we call in in the gay world...bottoms. Another guy goes up behind him and slaps his hands against his ass to tickle his balls before yelling the numbers of the guy he thinks are cute. Then the guy having his ass played with gives him the ball and everyone breaks apart. The quarterback guy throws the ball to the guy he wants to see gang banged. Everyone runs to jump on him and hump in a big pile on the ground. Seems simple to me. If they do it well, they pat each other on the ass to feel which one is firm and which has some padding for the after-game orgy later."

"Yeah, sounds like you have it all figured," Derek smirked.

I nodded my head. "Yeah, I've watched lots of it, so I pretty much got the idea over time."

Five minutes later, Alex stepped back between the two teams. "Okay pledges, have you chosen a quarterback for the coin toss?" Two pledges stepped forward and Alex pointed to one of them to call it. He called heads in the air and lost the toss. The other quarterback chose to receive. We have our first bottom of the game!

"We'll need to identify the teams more clearly," Alex said as he turned back to the guys after having walked a couple steps away and grabbed a box. "You can wear a wrist band with a number on it. The offense can take red and the defense take blue."

"Which ones are offense?" I asked.

"The bottoms," Derek smiled. Good, now I knew. Bottoms were offensive, which seems harsh, but hey, I didn't make up the rules of the game. I find if they shave their holes, they're much less offensive than hairy ones. But that might be just me.

The guys all quickly put on the wrist bands as Alex watched. "Hmm, that doesn't identify you enough. We'll keep those, but go with shirts and skins as well. Receivers, you'll be skins."

The boys quickly took their shirts off and looked like they were getting ready to play.

"When we say skins in the `Q', we mean skins. Everything off except shoes and socks, pledges."

Some of the boys looked shocked, while others just looked mortified. I mean they were warned, right? What part of you'll be getting naked didn't they understand? Maybe they thought it would be like the doctor's office where you just show yourself for a few seconds. Amateurs! Once you've been initiated into the `Q', the last thing you are self-conscious about is being naked. You'll strip anywhere, around anyone. To their credit, the red offensive team did throw their clothes aside pretty fast and stood confidently on the field. Some confidence meant holding their hands over their crotches to begin, but I have to say, I didn't find any of them offensive at all. The kickers, which were the blue team, and I understood to be the defense, got to keep their clothes, so they looked happy.

"That looks better. Now we're ready for some football! First team to score three touchdowns is the winner today," Alex said he turned to walk back off the field. Then as he was half way back to us, he stopped again and spun around. "As added incentive for each team. If you score a touchdown you get to keep your clothes. For those now skins, that means you'll be able to switch, and the other team will become skins. Wow, that might be more incentive than winning that Sugar Cup thing they do every year. The game began and the skins team quickly forgot they were naked as they received the ball and both teams rushed each other to try and score. I know how they feel. I usually run that fast towards a whole bunch of cute naked boys too, but I never knew straight boys would be so excited about it. They hit the guy with the ball so hard, I think he actually bounced several times, but to his credit he never let go of the ball. That's dedication for you. Again, straight boys holding onto balls that tight...who knew? They got into a huddle and I think I like that. A whole bunch of guys bent over in a circle with their asses out. Like a gay version of duck, duck, goose. I could work my way around a circle like that. They broke up after their cuddle session and lined up side by side. This is the part I like, and it's even better now that the guys are naked. The ball handler went behind the guy he liked and put his hands at his ass and looked along the line in both directions. I guess if you're gonna choose someone to fondle, you should always take a second look.

"Isn't he doing that wrong?" I asked Derek.

"What?"

"If he's gonna grope the guy shouldn't his palms be up, not down like that?" I asked trying not to giggle.

"He's waiting to catch the football, not play with his balls," Derek replied, seemingly less amused than I was.

"Oh. Still seems a waste when you're that close to a naked guy. Whatever."

I listened as he yelled numbers and said `hike'. The game was back underway. People running all over the place, and finally the football took off just as some guy jumped the ball handler. Yes, I know he's the quarterback, I'm not an idiot, but my name for him is much better. I think I'd like to be that guy. He gets to put his hands on a guys' ass and tickle his balls, and then he gets others jumping on him.

The guy who caught the ball got tackled almost immediately, but apparently it was okay as he'd gotten a first down. So...there's that. They kept repeating the same thing over and over until they were almost at the end of the field when a whistle went, and the ref threw a little flag down on the ground. Oh my god! Is that where the term a flag on the play' comes from? Shit, I'm a total sports guy now! Add that to my list of things I learned today'.

"Offside," he said pointing. "Number 8."

"Offside?" I asked.

"That's when one player on the offensive line crosses the line of scrimmage before the ball is snapped to the quarterback," Derek explained. "They get a five-yard penalty and have to redo the down."

"Got it. What's the line of scrimmage again?"

"The yard where the ball is. That's the line."

"Cool. Why hasn't the field changed to meters instead of yards? Just asking?" No one answered me.

Alex stepped up and told the group what the penalty was for the offside. "Blue team Number 8 will run the gauntlet."

"What's the gauntlet?" I asked as I thought it was supposed to be a five-yard penalty and redo that down thing. Mmmm, soft warm down!

"No idea. I think it's our modified penalty for them," Colin replied.

Red team line up in two lines facing each other. Number eight you will run between the two lines while they swat your ass as hard as they can," Alex announced.

They got the idea and set up for number eight to run through. The guys had made it a tight tunnel, which slowed the run down considerably, and by the time he got through, his ass was looking a little pink. Tenderized for later. The game got back underway and everyone made sure to not cross any lines of anything this time. Finally, the red team scored a touchdown and they were on the scoreboard. It was a metaphorical scoreboard, since this field didn't have an actual one.

The red team kicked ball through some invisible goal posts, which Derek explained gave them another point. An invisible point perhaps? I think that the red team was more excited that because of their touchdown, they could now get dressed, and it would the blue team's turn to strip. I was fine with that. I'd already checked out all the red team guys. Alex confirmed that as he went out and told the teams to switch.

After the second touchdown, this time by the blue team, Alex went back out and told the boys that the red team would lose their clothes again, but this time, the red team would only be putting their shirts back on. "In the Q', this is how we see a real shirts versus skins' game. Red team, you can strip. Blue team, leave your clothes off until we start up again. Take a 10-minute break and get some water."

He returned to the tent as all 20 guys got naked on the field in front of us. They grabbed water and pretty much stuck with their team as they took a break.

"When do we go out use a few of them?" I asked licking my lips, causing some of the committee to laugh.

"Patience. They're straight boys. You can't just go out and fuck them."

"Then what's the point, man? What's the point?" I joked throwing my hands in the air.

"You have to get them horny first. Trust me, that's about to happen," he smirked. After the 10-minute break the ref blew the whistle for them to start.

"Watch this," Alex grinned as he made a quick text and then told us to pay attention to the far side of the field. We all stared at the tree line and Derek was the first to comment.

"Oh shit!" He laughed.

Two fully naked girls strolled out holding hands, and wandered towards our side of the field. They stopped halfway, within full view of the pledges, and began making out. They started by pressing up against each other and kissing, which quickly got the attention of several boys, who in turn nudged others until all 20 were standing open mouthed watching. The girls began playing with each other's boobs, before one leaned down and began sucking on the other. The one enjoying the boob blowjob, or whatever they're called, quickly put her hand down between the other girl's leg and it was pretty obvious that she was fingering her pussy. I looked at the pledges and almost everyone of them had their hands over their crotches, while some of the bolder boys just stood there with full erections, obviously trying to find enough blood for their brain to remind them to breathe, never mind cover anything with a hand. The girls made out with each other for a few minutes, as if oblivious to the fact they were being drooled at by 20 straight boys. The ref blew the whistle loudly to regain everyone's attention. The girls looked over, waved and then held hands as they walked back into the woods.

"Delay of game!" The ref yelled.

"Hey no fair!" One boy replied. "We were being distracted."

The ref blew the whistle again. "Arguing with the ref. Blue number 4." Now the only thing blue on any of these boys were their balls.

Alex wandered back out. "Another penalty pledges, and from the look of things, you're in no state to be tackled to the ground or we're gonna need casts for broken bones. Let's take care of the delay of game first and help you get yourself back under control. "Each of you has a wrist band with a number on it. Find the matching number from the other team and stand in pairs." They all paired up reasonably quickly.

"Let's take care of those erections. In your pairs, jerk off until you cum. That should help get the game back underway. I recommend you move to the side of the field. I'm not sure you'd appreciate 20 pools of jizz where you're going to tackle each other." The guys looked like they weren't sure about this, but all moved closer to the tent and out of the center of their playing field. "Oh, just one last thing. This is the `Q' after all and brothers always help each other out. Please make sure you masturbate your partner and not yourselves. The game gets back under way when everyone has reached their climax."

This was a great opportunity to check out each boy and what they were packing. My first glance was over to Brian, who did indeed have a cock that was easily over 9 inches. A nice long thick cock on a relatively slender guy is always something worth getting excited about. Of course, seeing 19 other erections was fun too. I still find it fascinating when I see a lot of guys with erections. The penises are as varied as the guys. Some bigger guys have smaller penises than you'd expect, while the opposite was true of smaller guys. The erections were pointing at anywhere from almost up against the stomach to ones that stuck out at less than 90 degrees. Some had a slight curve to it, while others were perfectly straight...the penises, not the guys.

Several pairs got right to it with no hesitation. It was good to see that they didn't care about grabbing another guy. They would be on my watch list...and my to do list...and my keep overnight list. I have a lot of lists. Four boys said they couldn't do it and left to grab their clothes and depart. I guess they'll be going home to think about the two hot girls they'd seen. No doubt they'd spend the rest of the day making deposits into their own personal spank bank. Alex quickly paired up the guys that now were without partners. Fortunately, from the four boys that left, two were from each team so we didn't have to change anything. Why would they sign up if they can't even jerk off with someone? We've barely begun their pledging. I wonder how many will leave when we get to the pole jumping competition. You can only imagine what that'll look like using the `Q' rules.

We watched as the boys jerked each other off. The way they did it was as varied as the boys. Some faced each other and just reached out to stroke the cock in front of them. Others stood side by side and faced the same direction. One boy had his free hand over top of his cock as if trying to hide it. Several had eyes open to see what they were doing, others had eyes closed, or looked away. One by one the boys shot their loads, none really announcing them, like you'd hear from gay guys. Do you think straight boys are embarrassed about it? Gay guys announce it to the world and then try to give an impressive performance, going for distance or best arc, or biggest number of jets. Straight boys just seemed to cum and then realize what they've done and get all self conscious about it. We watched to verify that each boy came, and as soon as the last one had finished, the game resumed. I half expected more to leave once they'd climaxed and their body returned blood to their head, but they stayed.

"Blue number four. You received a penalty for arguing with the ref. For the next down, you will be wearing a gag to ensure no more argument," Alex announced, as one of the committee went over and secured a ball gag in his mouth, as some of the other guys laughed at him. It took three plays before the team got their first down, and number four could get his ball gag removed. I think his mouth is ready for something better now.

The next scoring touchdown happened by the blue team as a result of someone on the red team dropping the ball and the other team picking it up, and running like he was being chased by the Flash. A steal is always a good way to get a run. I learned later that is a baseball thing, not a football one. In footballs it's a fumble and they got a touchdown after taking possession of the ball...or something along those lines. In any case, the blue team totally fucked the red team...in a straight boy way.

"Congratulations blue team. You are the winners of the football game. Everyone may now get dressed."

You've never seen anyone scramble for clothes as fast as the 16 straight boys. You'd have thought they'd have been fine with it by now.

"Your next task is to be done before we contact you again. How many have a gay friend or know someone who is gay?" Ten guys put their hand up. "Good. Those of you that didn't raise your hand, stand over to the left." The group separated. There were six boys who didn't know someone gay. This looks like a job for Super-Justin. Once I'm in my superhero outfit I can leap on straight boys in a single bound. I can cum faster than a speeding bullet...etc. etc. etc. Alex addressed the six boys. "If you know any of the pledges, go stand with one, and you will become a pair for the next task. Three of the boys went to stand next to a friend, and you could hear them whisper to ask who they knew that was gay. Alex's attention turned to the three remaining boys. "These three need to partner up with someone who knows a gay guy. Who will take this one?" He asked putting his hand on the guy's shoulder. One pledge put his hand up and they were partnered. He did the same with the other two. "Great. Now each of you either knows someone gay, or is with someone who knows someone." I was starting to get a headache and I hadn't even heard the challenge.

"Next Friday, we will contact you again and give you coordinates as to where to meet us. Before that time, your challenge is to ask your gay friend about guy on guy sex. Tell him you're curious to learn, and then completely strip in front of him, and wait for his reply. I doubt they'll refuse you. You must ask him to teach you something you have never tried before. Do not mention that you are pledging for the Q'. On Friday when you receive our text, you will arrive within 30 minutes at the place designated, bringing your gay friend with you. We will be asking what he taught you. He may or may not already be a member of the Q', but you will not know that until you yourselves become members, so we highly recommend you don't cheat. There will be a reward for the person we believed learned the most during the challenge. That is it for today. You are dismissed pledges." They all took off as if they'd heard a starter pistol at a 100-metre dash. Alex returned to the tent.

"Not bad. We only lost four on the first day. Better than I thought."

"Agreed," Derek said. "I half expected most of them to leave rather than jerk each other off. Straight boys. They're as horny as we are, but they never like to show that to another guy. What a waste."

"Speaking of horny. Wanna take that robe off and have some fun?" I offered to Derek.

"No thanks, I'm good for now. I should get home. I have a feeling my friend and the guy that he was just partnered up with might be coming over later today. Gotta save my energy to teach some straight boys a thing or two."

He quickly left and Alex slapped me on the back. "Oh well, you tried," he said trying to sound comforting.

"Doesn't change how horny I am," I replied as I lifted his robe and grabbed his cock. A couple of the other guys on the committee had already begun to undress and make out with each other. I mean what's the point of doing these pledge days if you can't have sex during them? I'm just surprised we didn't get to use any of the actual pledges. I guess like Alex said we have to ease them into it so we don't scare them off. I totally got horny as I watched two guys strip Colin and spit roast him. There's something fun about seeing them drool over him, and me knowing that I could have him all the time whenever I wanted. I dropped and sucked Alex off while some other guy came up and fucked him from behind. Also, hot! For the next hour we all played around in the tent before heading home, leaving a few of the guys to pack things up.

It was just after lunch when I got a text for Nate asking if he could come over. That didn't take long. He showed up with Kent and Rory, both of who looked guilty of something. "Hey guys! Nice surprise. What brings you around?" As if I didn't know already.

"My place doesn't have a pool and hot tub, so we thought it might be a nice day to come hang out. Plus, this is the only other place I know where I can hang out naked," Nate grinned.

"Since when do you two hang out naked?" I asked Kent and Rory.

"Not often. Maybe occasionally when we're at Nate's, or over here swimming," Rory replied. "I'm getting used to it. Like Nate says, it sure helps stop your balls from sweating so much, and I heard it's good for your sperm count to have cooler balls."

"That's true," Nate agreed. "My sperm count is 40 bazillion by now."

"Too bad you have nowhere to use them," Kent laughed nervously.

"I'm gonna drop them off at a sperm bank and repopulate the entire planet after climate change wipes everyone out. A whole world of guys that are as hot as me!" He bragged.

"Fuck, we should just nuke the planet now, before you spunk in a jar," Kent said burning him badly.

"You in the mood to hit the pool, Justin, or is this a bad time?"

"No, it's all good. I was just chillin'."

"Anyone else home?" Rory asked.

"Troy, Colin & Blake. I think they're watching a movie," I told them as we headed downstairs. None of the boys had trouble undressing, which shouldn't be a big surprise. Since the whole `Q' thing is a secret, how about I keep the details of what they asked me to teach them to myself until they unveil it at the next pledging session on Friday. Let's just say we had a really fun afternoon and even had time to hang out with the other guys too. I won't keep you waiting long though...

Friday arrived and it was time for the pledges second initiation session. I had to go as I was the teacher for Nate, Rory and Kent. Lucky me! At least I didn't have to hide behind a robe. I had tried to find out from Alex what he had planned, but he just told me to wait and see. I guess he was having fun keeping me in the dark. I picked Nate, Kent and Rory up and they told me where we were going. All they said is that they were pledging to join a group, and that I was supposed to go and confirm that they had asked me about being gay. I knew it would be way more than that, but played stupid and agreed to join them. We made our way to the warehouse and were greeted at the door by a hooded member who confirmed that the pledges were on the list, and acknowledged me as their friend, not letting on that they already knew who I was. We weren't the first to arrive, and I smiled when I saw Derek with his friend, as well as a couple other guys I knew. Yeah, this is going to be an interesting day.

Only 11 pledges had shown up, meaning we had lost another five. Maybe their gay friend wasn't as friendly as I was towards my straight friends. I'm such a giving guy when my friends need me. Alex had us all sit in a semi circle in bean bag chairs that had been put out around the room. I sat down with Kent, Rory and Nate next to me. I also took the opportunity to say hi to Tanner, who looked slightly embarrassed at being seen here by me. He introduced me to his friend Jamie, who I didn't know, but hopefully would by the end of the day.

"Welcome back. Each pledge was given a task to complete this week which would allow them to move forward towards getting membership. That task was to ask his friend to teach him something about gay sex that he hadn't previously done before, and then strip in front of you to show he was serious. In a moment we'll get all the details on how that went. Friends, we asked you here to verify that your buddy did as he was challenged, and thanks for participating. Time to find out about how your challenge went this week, but first, pledges stand up and remove your clothes. Fold them neatly and place them on the edge of the stage. I'm sure your friends would appreciate you being as open today as you were with them earlier."

The straight boys removed their clothes, and sat back where they were, almost all of them with their hands covering their crotches, or at least strategically trying to minimize how exposed they were to the entire room.

"Once each group has had their turn explaining what took place, the friend is free to go, or may stick around to see how everyone else does. That will be up to him. First pledge up is Alden. Step to the front with your friend and introduce him to everyone."

Alden, and the guy he was with, stepped up in front of everyone. "Ummm, I'm Alden and this is Charlie."

"Welcome Charlie. Thanks for joining in today," Alex said before continuing to reveal the plans for today. "We asked the friends to join in today so we can verify whether or not the pledge actually completed the task he was given and ask some questions. Then we would like each of you to duplicate what you did together. The pledge has no choice but to demonstrate what he learned, but if his friend doesn't wish to do it in front of everyone, we will ask for a volunteer from the rest of the group to come up. Alden, please tell us something about Charlie; how you went about completing the task, and what you asked him to teach you."

"Okay, like I said this is Charlie. We've been friends for about four years, since we were 12, and last year he told me he was gay. I guess I was a little surprised as I never knew, but I'm glad he trusted me enough to tell me. I think that's why I'm pledging, to learn more about it. For my task, I went over to his house on Tuesday to do homework and asked him to get us something to drink. While he was gone, I took off my clothes and lay out on his bed. I think he was really surprised when he returned," he grinned.

"Were you surprised, Charlie?" Alex asked.

"I'll say. I almost dropped the drinks."

"So, there was no hint that he would be undressing?"

"Not a clue. I mean the only time we'd ever been undressed around each other before was in the locker room for swimming. I wasn't sure what he was doing."

"What did you tell him, Alden?"

"I said I was too warm and was gonna get a shower, but thought I should ask him first before I just went to get one. I don't think I've ever seen anyone frozen in place before, but he nodded at me," Alden grinned. "I asked him if he'd like to come too since it would save time."

"And your response, Charlie?"

"I joined him," he admitted. "I mean it was the first time he'd asked me, so I didn't want to miss the opportunity in case it never came around again."

"Alden, continue."

"We got in the shower together, even though there wasn't a lot of room, and I asked if he'd like me to wash his back. Ummm...I think he liked it because he got hard."

Charlie nodded with a smile as some of the other guys laughed quietly at the reveal.

"I then asked if he'd ever done gay stuff with anyone, and he told me that he had been with a couple boys before. I asked if he knew much about blowjobs and if he'd maybe show me what they were like. He asked if I meant getting or giving. I was super nervous, and I almost don't remember saying it, but I told him both. I don't think he believed me as he said if I blew him first, he'd do me next."

"I thought he was joking," Charlie admitted. "or maybe I was being tested or something. I think I figured out he was serious when he got on his knees in front of me. He asked how to do it, so I explained it and he actually gave me a blowjob."

"What did you learn, Alden?"

"I learned that you have to make sure your teeth don't scrape his penis. He jumped a few times when I did it wrong. I also learned that if you put too much in your mouth, you almost choke and throw up."

"Did you make him cum?"

"Kinda. I mean I don't think I was doing it very well, so I stopped and he told me that if I played with his balls while jerking him off, I could lick the outside of it instead of trying to get it all in my mouth. Then he came."

"Did he return the favour?"

Charlie grinned and nodded. "Yeah. I mean he was offering, right? So I showed him what a blowjob looked like after you'd gotten the hang of it, and I did it until he came in my mouth."

"Sounds like you two became better friends."

"I know I think so," Charlie agreed. "Not sure Alden was that into it though, but I give him props for at least trying."

"That certainly met the requirement we set out for the challenge. Now we want to see if he learned anything. Charlie, would you be willing to let Alden blow you right here in front of the group, so that we can see that the two of you truly did experience something new?"

"That'll be a first for me too. I've never had anyone watch me have sex before, but I'd be okay with it. I think it's a fantasy anyway."

"Good. Alden, go ahead and show us what you learned."

"Would you like me to get naked or just open my pants?" Charlie asked looking over to Alex.

"Do whatever you think the group might like the most and to your own comfort level. You're not the pledge, so you have options as to how far you participate," Alex replied. Charlie pulled off his shirt and opened his pants to push them down to his knees. He was already hard, which I think everyone appreciated. Well, at least all the gay guys appreciated. Alden got on his knees and went about putting his mouth over the head of his friend's penis. He was only able to get about half of it in before he started to gag and sputter. He duplicated exactly what he'd told us, and finished his friend off with a handjob, causing Charlie to explode onto the floor. I think a few guys even applauded when he did it.

"Ummm, am I supposed to give him a blowjob now?"

"It's not required that you do, but would you like to?"

"I might as well return the favour," Charlie smiled as the boys switched places. Again, just like their story, Charlie was better at it than his friend, and went fully down on him, until Alden cried out, grabbed his friend's shoulder and unloaded into his mouth. Charlie sat back as he squeezed Alden's penis to drain anything left out of him. There was more applause before one of the `Q' members handed them a roll of paper towel to clean up any mess from their demonstration, and they each grabbed a bottle of water. They were thanked for their story and asked to return to the group.

"Oh shit!" Nate whispered into my ear almost silently. I just grinned, and stuck my tongue out to the side of my mouth. This should send his nerves into overdrive considering what we'd done together for his task.

The next two went up when called. "I'm Link. This is Simon. I didn't really know him until one other pledge, Peter, introduced us, but he dropped out. Simon said he'd come along anyway," he explained. See, it's good to have gay friends. They'll have your back. Plus, we already knew Simon. He was a member, but Link didn't know that.

"Since you didn't know any gay guys before Simon, does that mean you've never done anything with a guy before?"

"Except for that stuff at the football game, no," Link replied.

"Okay, tell us your story."

"It's not much of a story. I went with Peter to meet Simon and after he introduced us, he asked Simon if he wanted to see me naked. He answered that he wouldn't object, so I undressed in front of him. I'd never even kissed anyone before, so I asked him if he would maybe show me. He did, and I got hard when it happened so we gave each other handjobs."

"Was he a good kisser, Simon?"

Simon grinned slightly. "For someone that had never done it, he caught on pretty fast."

"Would you like to duplicate what the two of you did together?"

"I'm cool with it if Link is," Simon replied. He looked at Link first, who nodded, and stripped without being asked. Both boys quickly began kissing with Simon taking the lead to take hold of Link's penis and jerk him off. Link responded slower, but eventually they both came and received the applause for their performance.

"Nate, Kent & Rory, you three had the same mentor, so would you all please come up at once," Alex said grinning at me. "How about we let the mentor tell us what happened this time."

"Ummm, sure. I'm Justin, and this is Nate, Kent & Rory. We all go to University together, so we've known each other a couple years now. Nate is a naturist, at least at home, so I think he's the most open of the three guys. The first time I went over to his place we got naked together, so it wasn't long before I convinced him to let me show him some things. Then Rory and Kent were at one of my parties that got a bit wild and they ended up learning some things there as well. When they came over last Sunday, they said they were doing a dare and needed my help. I thought maybe it was for a frat pledge or something." I lied about that part. "They suggested we go swimming, and since we always skinny dip at the house, it was no big deal to see them get undressed at all. They said the dare was to do something gay that they'd never done before and asked if I'd be the one to show them. Like I'd say no to that. I've fooled around with Nate more than Kent or Rory, so he was the toughest to think of something for as we've pretty much done everything together. He's pretty open minded. Kent was the easiest as all he'd tried up to that point was a blowjob. Rory had also pretty much tried everything. I wasn't sure what this dare was all about so I suggested that instead of playing with me, that maybe the thing they'd never done before was play with each other."

I heard Kent whisper an `oh shit' under his breath. I guess he just remembered all the things we'd done last Sunday, and now he was about to do it all again, only this time with an audience.

"I had Kent and Rory 69 with each other, with Rory on the floor and Kent on top of him. Nate had never really rimmed someone before, so I made him do that to Kent and then finger him. Finally ending in them fucking. While Nate was inside Kent. I got behind him, gave him a rimming of his own and then fucked him. While I was doing that, I had Rory play with our balls and shove his finger in my ass. We stayed connected together until we all came, one at a time. I hope that qualifies."

"If you can show us what you mean, I think it should more than qualify," Alex replied, and I could almost hear how big his grin was behind his hooded robe.

I quickly took my clothes off, even though I'm super shy around a group of guys. Ha, that was a joke. I'm not shy...in case you just joined in at this point in my story. That would lead to me asking why you're starting here instead of the beginning, but I'm getting off topic, as I do. I had Rory lie on his back with Kent kneeling over him and let them get to the 69ing. Nate wasted no time getting his face into Kent's ass and we did what I'd said we did. As Nate entered Kent, his uncut 7 inches slid in slowly, with Kent pausing to work on accepting him. He let out a big breath of air as Nate began to fuck. I dropped down to lick Nate's hole and then lube him up with a couple fingers. I made sure that the group could clearly see how big my cock was when it was hard, much like I was performing to a camera in a porn shoot. I entered him and, much like Kent, he paused to wait for me to get in. Then Rory fingered my ass with one hand and played with our balls with the other. It took very little time with that kind of stimulation, and the appreciative audience, before we were all cumming. When we finally separated, we not only got applause, but some whistling cheers as well. I thought maybe I should take a bow, or at the very least do something as an encore, but Alex had other ideas, and had Brian and Kriss go up to tell their story, joined by Devin.

The four of us cleaned up a little before sitting to listen to the next three. Kriss was one of the guys that didn't know anyone gay, so he'd been joined with Brian. I secretly hoped that Kriss was going to tell us that he'd been fucked by Brian's 9 inches, because what straight boy wouldn't enjoy that? It wasn't to be. Brian was the one to tell their encounter for completing the challenge.

"I've known Devin for a couple years and we've been playing around ever since he told me he was gay. He saw how big my dick was one time when we were sleeping over, and begged me to let him play with it. He said he'd teach me how to kiss and fuck in preparation for my first girlfriend, if I'd just let him play with me a few times, and we've kinda been doing it ever since. Kriss is pretty new to everything, so I asked Devin if he'd teach him too. Kriss and I had practiced how we were gonna approach Devin so that it seemed more spontaneous, and we never told him, until now," Brian grinned, looking at his friend. Kriss got into his acting and said he wasn't sure that he should be doing it with a boy, so asked if he could see it first before he decided. I agreed, but only if we all got naked, which we did. Devin and I fooled around and let Kriss watch. Then as rehearsed, I got Kriss onto the bed with Devin and watched him learn. He actually got to fuck Devin, but was pretty quick since it was his first time. Once they were done, Kriss said that since he'd done something new that I should too, so he asked if he could watch Devin fuck me. I'd never been fucked before, so I figured that would complete our assignment. I straddled Devin on the bed and lowered myself onto him slowly, while Devin told Kriss to sit on his face so he could really get into it. Once we all connected together Kriss and I were face to face and I think our hormones took over as we kinda kissed each other and jerked the other one off. I think we were trying to make each other be the first to cum."

The demonstration of that took place immediately following the story and the three guys also got cheers and applause when they were done. The remaining guys were all less interesting and had basically stuck with blowjobs, kissing or rimming. None of them had gotten into fucking each other. Tanner, Patrick's little brother, had 69'd with his friend Nolan and had his ass rimmed. I still think that is one guy that would enjoy a nice big cock in his ass, but then I believe all guys would, so that really wasn't wild thinking for me.

Once everyone was done, there wasn't a dry boner in the house. We don't give a shit about dry eyes, in case you're wondering why I changed the saying. The pledges had had to remain naked throughout, but it was fun to see that even the gay friends had left their clothes off. More than half were already `Q' members but I have a feeling that we'll be seeing the others as pledges pretty soon. Alex stood back in front of everyone. "Everyone completed the task and showed some real initiative and willingness to be open minded. The task was to challenge you to do something you've ever done before, and I think we can agree that you all did that. Some were more intense than others because you'd had more experiences with your gay friends, while some had really just taken a next step. It is hard to pick a winner from these stories as you're all so diversified, so we'll take a short break and allow you to get something to eat and drink before we continue and find a winner to reward. Friends of the pledges, you're welcome to stay, or you can leave if you prefer."

None of the gay guys left. Is anyone surprised by that? A few headed to the bathroom to clean up while others headed over to the table that was set up with some snacks and drinks. I headed over to meet some of the gay guys I didn't know. I like them to feel welcome. "Hi Devin."

"Hey! Uh, Justin, right? You guys gave one great show. I almost came just watching you guys."

"Thanks. You gave a pretty good show yourself. You and Brian have been doing that for a couple years?"

"Yeah. I couldn't believe it when I convinced him to fuck me the first time, and I never thought I'd get something that big in me, but now I look forward to him coming over horny."

"How often do you guys do it?"

"Maybe once a week. I guess it depends on whether he has a current girlfriend or not. If he does then it's not as often, sometimes I've had to wait two or three weeks, but if he doesn't have a girl that puts out for him, then there are times when he does me a couple times in a week."

"I'm guessing that teaching him to have sex so he is good for the girls is a bit of a catch-22 then, huh?"

"I'll say. If he couldn't get girls, I'd be getting a lot more sex instead."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No. I know this is gonna sound wrong, but I keep hoping that Brian will realize that I'm better than the girls he goes out with and switches teams."

"Well, you certainly have a nice ass for him to sync up with," I said as I put my hand on his cheek and squeezed gently. He had a very solid and firm bubble butt. "I wouldn't mind fucking you myself."

"Really? Thanks. You have a nice penis too. I think that Nate guy is pretty lucky."

"That's what I keep telling him, but he doesn't always agree," I joked. "Straight boys. They want to get laid, but just can't commit."

"Do you have a boyfriend?" Devin asked as I kept my hand on his ass running my fingers slowly over it.

"I'm married, but we have an open relationship," I admitted.

"Married? To like a boy or a girl?"

"A boy," I grinned.

"That's cool. Would you really want to fuck me someday?"

"Does this answer your question?" I asked as I licked my finger and slipped it into his ass. He moaned and wiggled back on it.

"Oh god I love things in my butt," he said as he leaned in against me slightly. I took my other hand and grabbed hold of his uncut cock and slid my finger under his foreskin and rubbed around the sensitive head.

"There are advantages to having gay friends over horny straight ones," I smirked. "We know what we're doing, and can make our orgasms so much hotter."

"I'd love to learn. I dare you," he teased.

"Not much of a dare. Tell you what, I'll give you my number and the next time Brian is horny, you two should come over and we'll have a three-way. Maybe we can teach him a few new things to make the sex between you even better."

"I'm not sure he'd do that, but it'd be fun to find out. Do you get fucked too, or just do the fucking?"

"I'm versatile so I'd love to have you fuck me, or Brian, or both," I grinned as I took my hands off him and watched him almost gasp at the lack of stimulation. Always leave them wanting more. That's my motto. Or drain them so many times that they can't walk. Either one is good. "Catch up with me before you leave and we'll exchange numbers. I should get back to my friends for a bit. Mmmmm, I can't wait to get into that ass, or have you sit on my face. Later Devin!"

I left before he could say anything and headed over to Nate, who was standing with Rory and Kent. "Great job guys."

"I had no idea we were gonna do it again in front of everyone," Kent remarked. "I was freaking out."

"Dude, you impressed the hell out of them."

"Maybe, but one thing I'm sure about is that I way prefer doing the fucking than being fucked, I had to bite my lip when Nate entered my ass so I wouldn't cry out and embarrass myself. I think my ass is still throbbing."

"Straight boys take a lot more work to open up than gay guys. Mainly because you've been taught that your ass isn't a play thing. If it weren't supposed to be used for sex, why would they put your prostate in there? Think about it? You just need more practice. Come over for a weekend and we'll all work on you."

"I'm pretty sure that was the weirdest offer I've ever had," he grinned.

"Your welcome! Nate you did great too. Being sandwiched like that. So hot. Well done buddy," I complimented him as I leaned in to give him a kiss, surprising him a bit. He wiped his lips as if he disliked it. We all know that's not true. I'm a great kisser, even with the limited abilities of straight boys. I mean if they're American straight boys they may have guns to defend themselves from bad kissers, and that never ends well. I know I promised I'd stop picking on Americans, but it's just too easy. I mean they're pretty easy to manipulate, just look at the president they chose because his lies were convincing. Sorry, I'll change the subject. I know that's a boner killer. Moving on... "Rory, I hope you didn't feel left out at not getting fucked. If you wanna come over after this thing is over, we can all flip around and make sure you get a nice boning."

"I'm good at not getting boned," he replied with a grin. "Just for the record, we're not telling anyone about this outside this group, right?"

"So, should I take down the post of the four of us together today? Shit, there goes my only Instagram and Twitter entry for the day."

"I know you're joking, but we promised that this was just between us, right?" Kent said quickly.

"Always."

Alex called everyone back to the center of the room and had us sit down again. Still no one had put clothes on. "To decide a winner for the day we will have each pledge complete one more task. The winner will receive the prize. Would you like to know what that prize is?"

The guys all yelled `yes' at once. Even the friends wanted to know.

Alex looked slightly over to his right and waved to the darkness behind us. "Bring out the prize," he said.

They guys all turned to see what was coming and things quickly got noisy and more excited as two naked girls appeared and stepped up beside Alex.

"You all remember the girls from last week's football game? Well they've agreed to be your reward for winning the next competition. They will both spend a night with you and do whatever you want until morning. If you'd like to put those erections we saw earlier to good use, the sky is the limit gentlemen. Here is the game. Each of you will receive a specially modified net and you have to catch a total of 5 ping pong balls that will be fired out of the launcher, now being brought up to the front of the room." We waited as the multi jet launcher was rolled in. Where do we even get things like this? I'm guessing someone made it at home for us. 10 ping pong balls will launch at once and all you have to do is catch them in your net. First one to get 5 will be the winner. Sounds simple enough wouldn't you say?"

A few guys agreed with him.

"Just one thing. The nets will be fastened to your penises. One strap goes around your balls to hold it in place and another strap goes around the shaft to keep it steady. Now if your cock is limp, you won't catch much, so the trick for this game is to ensure you have an erection. The girls will stay out front here to give you some visual incentive, but if that's not enough you can call for a fluffer to help you stay hard. Just yell fluffer, and someone will rush to play with your cock and balls until you tell them to stop. Friends, you may participate as a fluffer for your straight buddy, or help someone else if your close by. You must catch the ping pong balls without using your hand, but you may use any other body part to assist the ball into your net. The first one to 10 will win. Once you catch a ball it can be removed and placed in the bucket on the table with your name on it. Any questions?"

There weren't any as each pledge was given a net and shown how it attached. Some boys quickly got hard, others had to have a bit of help, but once all 11 were erect, the game began. The first volley of balls fired into the air and they all scrambled to get their penis nets underneath to catch one. They quickly realized it was going to be a lot more difficult than it sounded. I mean the prize was two girls for the night, so we weren't about to make it easy for them. The first guy to catch something was 17-year-old Street and everyone cheered for him, despite it being a competition. There were several guys running around in their masks and underwear picking up the balls to reload into the hopper for the machine. There had to be hundred of ping pong balls in the thing, and it launched them 10 at a time, sometimes firing several in rapid sequence, other times slower, giving the boys time to prepare. Several pledges yelled for a fluffer as their penises deflated and it always seemed to work to get them back hard. When Kent yelled for one, I was right there to play with his balls and rub a finger at the entrance to his hole. I really wouldn't mind a good session in there later. Maybe I could line all three guys up side by side on the bed and just go along the line and back until everyone was finished. That's my own party game.

Alden was the first to come up with a twist on catching the ball. He got under it and caught it in his mouth, then leaned forward and dropped it into his net. "Is that allowed?" Kriss asked.

"The only rule was no using hands," Alex replied. Some pledges immediately switched to that approach with only limited success. While some caught the ball easy enough, their aim at dropping it into the net wasn't quite as good. Nate yelled for a fluffer, and I behind him instantly to push my hand between his legs to grab his nuts. I leaned up against him and whispered in his ear. "Yeah, buddy come on, get that big dick hard again. Let me feel those nuts tighten. Win, and I'll let you fuck me with that big cock every day for a week."

"You're supposed to be helping me get hard, not scaring it so it never gets erect again," he complained playfully. I ran my finger down his ass crack and tapped at his pucker as I continued to play with his nuts. "Okay, I'm good," he said after a minute of being stimulated.

The longer the game went, the more stimulation the boys needed to keep hard, and at one point the two naked girls wandered around the guys feeling their chests and balls and kissing them on the cheek. That seemed to perk a lot of them up, especially as the girls were whispering and blowing in the pledge's ears as well. I just hoped they didn't over do it as the last thing a pledge would want is to cum and make it even more difficult to stay hard. It was a close race as they climbed towards having 5 ping pong balls in their buckets. It felt like some sort of naked big brother task for the head of household or something. It came down to Rory and Link, each with nine balls. All they had to do was stay hard for one last catch and the prize was theirs. As the 10 balls flew into the air, both guys caught one each and it was a mad scramble for the bucket. Link won out over Rory by less than a nanosecond. I now know what a photo finish looks like up close.

I felt bad for Rory as he missed it by a hair. I guess I could sacrifice myself and offer to sleep with him for the night as a runner up prize. The nets were all removed and Link was brought up and given his prize. The girls kissed him on either cheek, and ran their hands all over his body as he stood facing the group. He quickly returned to an erect state and almost lost it when the two girls got on their knees and kissed his shaft on either side. "Congratulations Link. These two girls are yours to play with for a night. You can arrange it with them at your pleasure. Get lots of sleep before you meet up with them as I'm sure they'll keep you busy," Alex remarked as the other guys applauded, even though I'm sure they were disappointed that they hadn't won. "That is our pledge session for today. Anyone who is feeling horny and would like a blowjob before they leave, just line up against the stage and put your hands behind your head. Someone will come over and help you nut one out. The rest are free to leave. We'll text you with the next challenge shortly. As always, the challenges get tougher and more intense each week, so you may choose to continue, or quit if you've had enough. To maybe help your decision, the next reward will be the use of a rental Lamborghini for 30 days. You do not have to take all thirty days at once if you choose to spread it out. If you don't drive, then you can swap the prize for 30 days use of a stretch limousine."

"Is that gonna be one of your cars?" Nate asked as he stepped up beside me?

"No. At least I don't think we're renting them out. Maybe this group made a deal with Colin, but I know nothing about it." I really didn't. Maybe Alex assumed we've given the guys one of the cars, but it was more likely that we'd really just rent one. I wonder if they even would rent a Lambo to a 17-year-old. "Of course, if you want one of the cars to use, I'm sure we could work out an exchange program."

"Would you actually do that?" Rory asked as he joined us in our conversation.

"What? Let you use one of the cars? Maybe," I grinned.

"What would we have to do for that?"

"Well bend over and I'll show you," I teased. He called me on it and bent over as he spread his legs allowing me to see right into his pink hole.

"Damn, is this a private party, or can anyone join in," Devin asked as he came over to us. Rory quickly stood up. "That's a great looking ass."

"Thanks," Rory said as he blushed and turned around to grab his clothes.

"Is it available or what's going on?"

"I was just joking," Rory replied quickly. "Justin has some cool cars so I was seeing if I could bribe him into letting me borrow one."

"I'd bend over for that," Devin laughed. "What type of car do you have?"

"He's got some wicked cars," Rory replied as he pulled up his shorts and threw his shirt on. "Lambo's, Ferrari's, Bugatti's. That's just to name three."

"You own a dealership?"

"No, we just collect them," I replied.

"You're rich or something?"

"He's fucking loaded," Rory replied before I could say anything.

"Ummm, rich and a big dick. You need a boytoy or anything?" Devin offered with a little giggle. You can never be sure if they're truly joking. I was only half paying attention to him anyway as I was scanning to see if any of the pledges were standing with their hands behind their heads waiting for a blowjob. None were. Isn't that typical? "You said to come over and get your number," he added when he realized I hadn't answered his question.

"Yeah, for sure," I grinned as we swapped phones and entered our contact info.

"You need a ride home?"

"Thanks, but no. I came with Brian, so I should probably go back with him. Who knows, he might be horny again. Might get some straight boy action. I'll call you though and we can hang out," he said as he said goodbye and ran off. Everyone was pretty much dressed and heading out.

On the drive home, Kent was the first to speak up. "I think I might be done with this pledge thing."

"Why?" Rory asked. "Dude, next week we could win the use of a Lambo. This week it was two girls. God knows what they'll have the week after that."

"I know, but having sex with guys like that, especially in front of everyone. It wasn't really my thing. I'm not a big fan of getting fucked by some guys cock, and I have a feeling they're gonna make us do way more than that."

"But dude! You gotta go with me. You're my best friend."

"I'll think about it, but I'm pretty sure that was as much as I could handle. Anyway, if we want to borrow a wicked car, we could ask Justin. I'm sure he'd let us."

"Wait, I thought you didn't want to give up your ass," I replied with a smirk.

"Here's how I figure it. If you really want my ass, you'd probably ask me and we'd do it one on one, not in front of a group. Then I'd ask to borrow a car and you'd agree. At least that's what Kurt said might happen. So do the math. There's a one in 11 chance at the moment that we'd win the use of a Lambo for 30 days, or if I let Justin fuck me 11 times, I'd be guaranteed 11 times behind the wheel. It's simple supply and demand, dude.

"Okay, but if you win next week, you'll have gotten fucked, or whatever the task is, once and you get the car 30 times," Rory told his friend. "To use your logic, you'd have to get fucked 30 times to use it that much."

"But my way is guaranteed. The other way has a less than 10% chance of winning and I still get fucked. So EVEN if I only let Justin do me once to equal the number of times I'd have to do it in that group, I be guaranteed to use the car once."

"This is giving me a headache," Nate commented. "No more sex talk. My ass still hurts from Justin's cock ripping me a new one."

"Uhhh, coming from the guy who ripped me a new one," Kent added.

"I've got it solved," I grinned. "To make it fair, we all shred Rory's pussy and you can each use a car for a day."

"Deal," Nate agreed.

"Wait! How does that make it fair?" Rory asked. "I don't wanna get fucked by all three of you; and even if I did, wouldn't that mean I get a car three times?"

"You're all overlooking one thing," I added. "You're assuming that I'd let you borrow a car just for fucking you. If I want good sex, I'd find a gay guy who liked cars."

"Speaking of that, are you planning on doing that Devin guy?" Nate asked.

"That's on a need to know basis," I grinned looking in the rear-view mirror to look at Nate as I answered. "But yeah, that's a given. You still coming over to finish our paper?"

"Yeah, if you have time. We should get it done so we can turn it in on time. I'll be glad once this semester is over and we graduate."

"Agreed." We dropped the other two off at Kent's place before heading back to my place. Nate had his stuff with him so we dropped everything on the table in the great room as I went to get my laptop.

"We studying naked?" I grinned, as that's how we did it at his place.

"Might as well," Nate agreed. "Just don't ask to fuck me. I think my ass has had enough for now."

I like having a nudist friend. It makes studying much better visually. We worked on our paper for a good hour before we were interrupted.

"What are you guys doin'?" Blake asked as he walked over and sat down beside Nate, dressed just in his board shorts.

"We're finishing our psych paper that's due soon."

"Homework? Yuck. How come you guys are naked if you're only doing homework? Are you gonna have sex? Or did you already?"

"Not that that is any of your business, but Nate is straight, so no, we're not having sex. It's just more comfortable naked."

"Yeah, that's true," Blake replied as he unfastened his shorts and slid them off. "Lets the boys out to cool down."

Nate laughed. "It's good for your sperm count."

"Who counts sperm? That seems dumb. You're uncircumcised huh?" Blake said as he reached over to take hold of Nate's penis so he could get a better look.

"BLAKE!"

"What?"

"How about you don't go around grabbing guy's dicks. Maybe ask him if he minds first."

"You don't mind do you, Nate?"

"I don't mind, but I agree with Justin that you should ask. You do that to the wrong guy and he's gonna beat you into a puddle."

"I guess some guys are just not as woke as we are, huh?" he asked as he pulled Nate's foreskin all the way back to expose the head. "I like seeing a penis head appear like that. Makes it kinda fun to watch. If I had a foreskin, I'd probably never stop playing with myself."

"Dude, you never stop playing with yourself now, so how would that be any different?"

Blake just grinned as he let Nate's penis go and watched the skin slide back over the head again. His phone interrupted him and he reached for it in his shorts and took a look at the screen. "Gotta go. Kyle is having sex," he announced, jumping up.

"Wait! How do you know that?"

"ADAM tells me. I figured out that when you're having sex, your heart rate and breathing increases, so I had ADAM send me warnings when he detected big changes in anyone here. Then I just ask him where you are. Simple huh?"

"Is that why you pop up like a zit at prom when we're having sex all the time?"

"No! Not always. Sometimes you forget to turn the cameras off, so I can just check out all the rooms and see if someone is doing it, then I show up to see if you need my help at all."

"That's how you knew we were sitting here naked, huh?"

"Dad! Seeing people naked around here is like seeing apples at a grocery store. They're pretty common. I gotta go. Kyle might need my help with Chance. Later, dudes!" He yelled as he grabbed his shorts and raced off to the stairs.

"You know that kid has figured out more uses for ADAM than the rest of us combined. I think he uses it for evil more than for good," I said to Nate as an observation. "Sorry about him grabbing your dick. He doesn't really filter himself much."

"As the saying goes. Like father, like son," Nate laughed. "I just surprised the two of you didn't fight over it."

"As if he stood a chance in that fight. I think he's way hornier than I was at his age."

"He's just a typical teenager. I think it's good that you guys are open enough to talk to him about anything he wants to learn, even sex. I wish my parents had been like that."

"You wouldn't be saying that when he barges in on you actually having sex and asks to join, like Kyle and Chance are experiencing right now, no doubt."

"I guess that would be a bit of a shock, but then I'd probably lock the door if I had a kid like Blake around," he replied sensibly.

"He'd probably kick the door down. Sex begins so randomly that we forget things like turning off the cameras and locking doors. We may have to start."

"Would you like to lie down and tell me how you feel about that?" Nate chuckled as we got back to our psychology paper. We were doing a case study on a file they presented us with and had to determine what the patient's problem really was. I went with nuts', while Nate suggested that the patient appeared to have suffered a traumatic incident aboard a large ship when he or she lost their parents due to some random act of nature and blamed themselves for the incident. That led to the patient having an irrational fear of both ships and water, that manifested itself onto their children, preventing them from being allowed to learn to swim or play near any water. Like I said, nuts. I mean if the kids learn to swim, then maybe if another water related incident happened, they'd be strong enough swimmers to get away and survive. My solution is to foster the kids, and lock the patient up in an aquarium until they got used to water again. Nate was more pragmatic. He suggested they all start off exploring the cause of the initial accident, working the patient through the idea that what happened wasn't their fault, and that it was just a rare occurrence. Then to discuss the positive aspects of teaching their children how to respect water and deal with it, by learning to swim and be ready if any incident occurred in the future, or maybe be able to save the lives of friends who had lesser abilities. I dunno. That seemed like a lot of work to get kids to swim. Take the mother bird approach. Toss everyone in the water and let them get to it. A mother bird flings her kids out of the nest to teach them to fly. It is literally, figuratively(?), metaphorically(?), the definition of sink or swim'. I have a feeling Nate is gonna make a fortune on this psychology stuff. He'll take ten session to cure a patient, whereas I'll have them out of there in under 15 minutes, 10 of which will include sex. He'd be like big pharmacy. They aren't interested in a cure, only getting you to take a drug that you have to use forever. Me, I'm more like a surgeon. Cut the problem out, stitch you back up and send you on your way. Next! I shoulda taken hypnotism as one of my courses. I could have everyone cured and get on with their lives. I'd start with politicians first.

The next text I received from Alex gave the pledges a location to be at on Friday morning at 10am, and warned them to arrive early or be cut loose. I wondered how many would skip school to join in. Of course, the text reminded them of the prize of the Lamborghini and that there would be a secondary prize as well that could be won. This time the location was at a nearby lake and signs had been put up to give the pledges a choice of directions and what they had to do to take each of two trails. One was labeled as easy, the other, harder...at least for a straight boy. What the pledges didn't know is that if they took the easy task, the trail would lead them off on a detour that added at least 200 metres to their walk, eventually bringing them to the next task. Those that chose the harder task, would go directly to the next task without the additional detour. Pledges that took the left trail would arrive considerably sooner than those who took the right trail detours. Of the 11 remaining pledges only 6 showed up this time. Five, including Kent, had decided that this was too much for them. What the guys didn't know is that we had placed the tasks near the edge of the lake, and from our vantage point at the top of the hill we could easily see who took which task. There were seven of us that had attended this event as members. Apart from myself, Alex, Colin, Stone and Colton, we had been joined by two others. 19-year-old Asher, Blake's assistant diving coach that I hadn't spent much time with, and 18-year-old Kieran, who was friends with Kurt and Patrick. I'm guessing we know who recommended Tanner for this session then. He was getting some action with the little brother. Nice! Once the pledges reached the final task on the trail, we would have plenty of time to drive down to their final destination and await their arrival. Everything had been set up earlier.

The first sign was at the trail head and read: Wait here until exactly 10am and start task one as a group. If you arrive after the group has left, you are no longer a pledge and may return home and apply at a later date. Follow the trail to the right to find your first task.' At 10 am, all six pledges headed off together and found the first task which read: Task 1. (Easy) Remove your shirt until the next task. Proceed on trail to right. (Harder) Remove shirt. Pick a partner, and hold hands until the next task. Proceed straight ahead. Warning: you and your partner will have to make all decisions together for remainder of tasks.'

Every one of the pledges took the easy task and headed off to the right until they reached the next sign. Some of them appeared to have figured out that they had made a significant detour as they'd ended up back at the lake after having walked away from it for a while.

`Task 2.' (Easy) Take a naked selfie, showing ass and face only. No genitals. Lake in background. Proceed on trail veering to the right at the fork. (Harder) Stand naked back to back with your partner, asses and backs touching. Take naked selfie showing full erections and faces. Proceed left at fork.

All six pledges agreed that they could do the left trail and proceeded to take selfies in pairs. Some taking more than others. So far they had stuck together as a team.

Upon arrival at task three, the group split for the first time as they read what they had to do. `Task 3.' (Easy) Walk naked to next task (Shoes permitted). Take trail to right. (Harder) Walk naked to next task (No shoes permitted) maintaining erection entire time. Stop walking if you lose erection. Continue when hard again. Take trail to left.' Nate and Rory went left, while the other four headed right.

`Task 4.' (Easy) Walk to the final destination. Take trail to right which is rough, long, and climbs in elevation. (Harder) Look for marker across lake and swim to it. Be sure to keep all your clothes dry as any that get wet will be burned, and you will not have it to return home with.'

If pledges chose not to swim, the last task would add 400 metres to their hike, all of it over very rocky terrain that had a significant elevation gain before returning back to the lake. If they had taken all easy routes, in total they would have added a full kilometre to their hike. If they had taken the trails to the left, although the tasks were harder, the trail was basically flat and relatively short along the edge of the lake.

Four pledges chose to swim and found it a lot more difficult than they'd thought it would be as they had to hold their backpacks over their head while swimming. Each of them had been smart and wrapped their towels around the outside of their clothes before putting them in the backpack. It took them a long time to swim the short distance across the lake, but one by one they made it without getting anything wet. As each pledge arrived at the final destination, they were allowed to dry off and get dressed. Food and drink was provided as they took a break while waiting for the others to arrive. Brian and Link had chosen the trail to the right, taking them over the challenging course. From the look of Brian when he showed up, I'd almost have guessed he wished he'd done the swim. Link had chosen to do mostly easy tasks, making him last and consequently the one to have walked the farthest.

"Good, you're all here," Alex said stepping forward. "Looks like the odds of winning the Lamborghini for 30 days just went up significantly as we are now down to six pledges from 20. Each of you are being handed 200 Q' bucks in 5-dollar denominations. We have fifteen envelopes to bid on. Each one contains a real cash prize ranging from 50 dollars up to 500 dollars, along with a task that must be performed if you want to keep the envelope you have bid on. Once all fifteen envelopes have been sold, you'll open them and reveal the task only. You may decide to do the task and earn the money associated with it, or refuse the task. If you refuse, you may offer it to one of the other pledges who can purchase it from you, or you can simply return the envelope to us, and the cash prize is forfeit. When all 15 tasks have been revealed, the pledge with the most amount of money at the end will win the use of the Lamborghini, or trade that prize for $1,000 in cash to add to the money they already have. If the Lamborghini is declined, the pledge with the second highest amount of money will win it. If you do not have a diver's license, the use of the Lamborghini can be traded for 30 days use of a stretch limousine. Any Q' bucks you have left from your bidding will not count towards your final total so spend to get the tasks. Any questions?"

"Once we do the task, do we get to see how much money we earned?"

"Yes, and remember, there may be more than one of each prize amount. Be aware that the tasks and reward amounts were placed in the envelopes separately, so it does not mean that easy tasks are worth less than harder ones. Let's begin. Who will give me 5 `Q' bucks for envelope one?"

All six hands went up as expected, with Brian finally winning it at 20. One by one the pledges bid on envelopes until all 15 were gone. By the end, Link, Rory and Alden each had two envelopes; Nate, Brian and Tanner had three.

"Alright pledges, time to reveal your tasks. When it's your turn, open the envelope pull out the paper and read the task out loud. There is also another envelope inside containing the prize. Do not open that until instructed. You can decide at that point if you wish to accept it or not. Some tasks may have additional bonuses with them, that may or may not be made known before the task is performed. Brian, you're up first."

Brian opened his envelope and pulled out a piece of paper and the smaller envelope containing the prize. He read the task out loud. "Give another pledge a three-minute blowjob."

He thought about it for a few seconds before responding. "Yeah, fine. I'll blow Alden."

"Alden step forward and drop your pants to your ankles." He did as he was told and Brian knelt in front of him.

"Don't cum in my mouth," he warned, and as quick as that he went down on him providing perhaps the worst blowjob I've ever seen. Don't they teach fellatio in health class? No wonder straight boy prefer gay guys giving them head than girls. They need to add this to the curriculum. At the three-minute time limit, he stood up and wiped his mouth as Alden pulled his pants back up and dried his dick on his underwear.

"Go ahead and open the small envelope now," Alex told him. He did and revealed a card with $175 written on it.

"Sweet. Almost worth it," Brian remarked as the guys were excited for him.

"Tanner, you're next," Alex announced.

"Swim to marker on other side of lake and back within five minutes. Repeat until successful," he read.

"No clothes for this one," Alex added.

"Five minutes?" Tanner said looking across the lake. "I think I can do that." He stripped and jumped into the water and on `go', he was off. It took him just over two and a half minutes to get to the other side, putting him in danger of not making it back in time. The guys all started to yell at him to go faster. He made it in 4 minutes 51 seconds to the cheers of everyone, and was helped out of the water and given a towel to dry off. His prize envelope revealed $100 for his effort.

"Nate, you can go next. Open any of your three envelopes," Colin told him as we continued through the tasks.

"Pick a card from the deck. `Q' member with matching number will fuck you in front of everyone. Ends when one of you cums," he read.

"Shit. It couldn't be the swimming one could it?" He said out loud. "This better be worth the five hundred. I'll do it."

"I can do that. I think," Nate replied.

"Pick a card," Alex said as he presented a deck of cards. Nate selected one and it was a Jack. Stone held up his card and a few of us laughed. "Congratulations, Nate, and lucky you. This `Q' has nine and a half inches between his legs when hard, and you'll get to enjoy the full length of it. If Nate had been gay, he would have considered this good luck, but being straight, I doubt he'll see it that way.

Nate had been able to take my cock when I fucked him, so I'm guessing he figured the extra inch couldn't be that much more difficult. Trust me, it's that much more difficult. I think it gets exponentially harder with each inch over 6. Six is pleasant and you could lie there all day being fucked. Seven feels like you're full and getting a nice pounding; At eight, you wonder if you're going to survive until he cums; Nine, you wonder if you're going to be able to walk properly again. But at nine and a half, it feels like he's so deep your stomach begins to hurt and you're sweating hard as you try to relax enough to get through it before you pass out. I won't even tell you what Tyler's 12 incher feels like. You just have to do it and claim bragging rights.

Nate stripped and got on all fours to be fucked doggy style as instructed. The guys gathered around Nate as Stone removed his underwear and got in behind Nate. They watched as lube was fingered into him, and some commented as he lubed his own cock and it began to grow. The big thick cock proved to be a challenge for Nate as he had to stop and start three times before he actually got penetrated, but, to his credit, he did it. You could see the pain on his face as Stone got past the eight-inch mark, and I think Nate quickly realized just how much bigger nine and a half inches is compared to eight and a half. (It's an inch...in case you're not good at math...2.54 cm for all of you outside America). Stone reached his climax and slammed hard into Nate, causing him to give a small `ow' as he no doubt felt it go deeper than ever before. Once Stone pulled out, they made a point to show off how stretched Nate's ass was, and everyone watched as the cum ran out of the open hole. I'm sure the other pledges were glad they hadn't had to take that cock, but the day was just getting started.

Nate sat back and opened the envelope to reveal a $225 prize. "Nice!" He exclaimed. "I can use that to repair my ass," he joked.

"This task has an optional part," Alex announced. "You can get even and give back $50 for a chance to fuck him, just as he fucked you."

"Pass! I'm keeping the money," he replied as he was allowed to go to the lake and wash himself, and no doubt dump the cum he'd been given.

Alden was up next. "Take a donut and slide it on the erection of one pledge. Eat the donut off the cock without using your hands or letting it fall to the ground. Three failed attempts and you forfeit the prize."

"Sure, I can do that. I pick Link," Alden said as the two guys stepped forward. Link got himself hard and watched as Aden slipped the donut over his cock. Everyone laughed at how it looked.

"Strangest looking cock ring I've ever seen," Rory joked.

At his first attempt, Alden tried nibbling from underneath so that the donut remained perched over the top of the erection as he tried to get all of it. It fell almost as soon as he began to eat up around the sides. His second attempt didn't fare much better as it fell almost at the same spot.

"As this is your last attempt, you have the option of quitting and accepting $25 right now, or continuing to try and earn the full prize," Kieran announced, as each of us had different tasks we were responsible for throughout the day.

Alden paused to think about it, and then smiled to himself. "I'll keep going." He slid his third and final donut over Link's erection. He nibbled around the donut to thin it down evenly, then bit the top of the donut and slid it off Link's cock and sat back with it hanging out of his mouth and slowly sucked it in until it was all gone. The guys cheered and he revealed his prize of $175, getting a couple fist bumps from Link and Rory.

Link read his first task next. "Pick a pledge to shave your pubes, balls and ass until completely smooth."

He looked at the guys. "Who has shaved their junk before?"

Nate and Tanner put their hands up. You can thank me for both of them knowing how to do it properly. "I'll pick Tanner I guess, but don't cut me, dude."

"Just stand still and don't jump or anything," he warned as Asher handed him the trimmer, razor, bowl of water and shaving cream. We watched as he was shaved smooth, slowly and carefully. When he was inspected to ensure it was satisfactory, he showed everyone that his prize was also $175.

The last of the six pledges was Rory. He looked at his two envelopes before picking one. "Climb marked tree to retrieve gem. Bonus: Strip while at top and throw your clothes into the lake to double your prize."

"Way too easy," Nate exclaimed. Rory accepted, and everyone walked over to the selected tree. The gem was a considerable distance up, but Rory climbed like a parkour monkey. Before you Google it, parkour is NOT a type of monkey. Parkour is a type of climbing. When he arrived at the top, he wiggled out of his clothes before looking down at all of us.

"I have to throw them in the lake?" He confirmed.

"That's the task," Colin yelled back at him. Rory shrugged and flung his clothes into the water before scrambling down and handing over the gem.

"That successfully doubles your prize. Now to see what you earned," Colin commented. The others watched with great interest as he pulled out the card and showed them it read $275.

"Fuck!" Tanner commented. "That's 550 bucks. Nice dude!"

As Rory headed into the water to reclaim his soaked clothing, Brian was up for his second task.

"Have all body hair shaved smooth from top of head to toes. Nope. I'm not doing that," he said quickly. "I'd remove any hair on my body, except for my head."

"This task has a bonus incentive. Complete the task and we'll add $200 to the prize inside," Colton revealed to him.

"Still wouldn't do it," Brian said firmly.

"Would anyone else like the envelope for the 35 `Q' bucks that Brian paid for it, and we'll still added the bonus to it?"

"And we won't know the amount until we do it?" Rory asked.

"Correct." No one stepped up for it, so Brian handed the envelope back and the prize was revealed. "400 hundred dollars," Colton grinned as he showed the amount to them. "So that would have been $600 dollars. As we said, the cash prizes are random within each envelope, so this could have just as easily been $50. That's the chance you take."

Link and Rory both mumbled that they should have gone for it.

"Tanner, read the second of your three tasks," Alex told him.

"Get tied spread eagle between two trees and oiled up. Allow your body to be thoroughly played with for ten minutes. Tanner accepted his task and was told to remove all his clothes before being tied up. He stood with his legs apart and his arms out while we tied him securely between two trees. Then Kieran, Asher and Colton coated him in baby oil from his forehead to his toes, leaving no part of him untouched. He was super shiny by the time they were done. Everyone stood around watching, and because the guys had made sure to thoroughly coat his penis and ass crack, Tanner was fully hard. Anyone that wanted to was now allowed to come up and play with Tanner's body. It was no surprise that all the straight boy pledges remained where they were, while all seven of the `Q' made a beeline for Tanner, feeling every part of him. I almost shot off as I watched Colin take his underwear off, lube his ass and back up onto Tanner's dick, while Asher and Stone pushed Tanner back and forth to fuck Colin. He only did it for a minute, no doubt to tease Tanner, but it was hot. I didn't know if I wanted to go try it as well, or fuck Colin. Either option seemed awesome to me. I slipped my thumb up Tanner's ass as he tried to avoid me by rising up on his toes.

"How's his ass?" Kieran asked as he saw me push in.

"Tight. Virgin tight. I'd say farts have trouble getting out of there," I replied, loud enough for Tanner to hear before I pulled Kieran back out of earshot and whispered to him. "He's your friend, right?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"Then you should fuck him."

"I don't think he's taken a cock before."

"Then today is the day. He accepted the task."

I slapped Kieran on the ass, and went back to Tanner as the guys continued to play with him. I wondered if we were actually timing the ten minutes for the task or not. I grinned as I saw Stone slip a finger into Tanner's mouth and he sucked on it. Kieran moved behind Tanner and rubbed his shoulders. I nodded at him with a smile. He stepped back and pulled his shirt off, leaving him in only his mask and underwear. I moved next to Kieran and pulled the shorts down to give him that added bit of incentive. He stepped out of them. Then he pressed up against Tanner's back and rubbed their bodies together causing Tanner to moan slightly. I guess he liked full body contact, although I think he realized what was about to happen when Kieran began rubbing his penis up and down Tanner's ass crack as their bodies fused. I grabbed the oil and poured it over Kieran's cock, which was now fully hard. He had the type of penis that stood up almost against his stomach when he was fully aroused; so being taller than Tanner, it was as if the two were made to be fit together. I gave Kieran the eyes to say to go for it, and he smirked and rubbed the tip of his penis into Tanner's crack, poking at his tight, almost impenetrable, fortress of solitude. Tanner again rose up on his toes, but I pulled him back down, and quietly spoke to him.

"Just relax and take deep breaths. He's going to go up inside you."

"I've never done that before," Tanner revealed.

"Then this will be your first of many. Be thankful he's not a thick 9 inches. Enjoy."

Tanner kept squirming to try and get away from the penetration that was about to happen, but never once said stop. I think he'd resigned himself to the task. He did cry out that it hurt a couple of times, and said to go slower, then yelped a couple of `ow's' as the cock got into him. Colton stepped in front of Tanner and reminded him to just relax and let it happen. He leaned in so they could kiss while Asher continued to stroke Tanner to keep him stimulated while he was having his virginity taken.

"Oh, this is great," Kieran said in ecstasy. "He's so tight. This might be the best ass I've ever been in. I'm not gonna last long," he panted as we all watched him fuck Tanner. I got down behind Kieran, spread his ass and buried my tongue in him. "Oh shit! Too much. Too much! I'm cumming!! Unghhhh!" he grunted as he reached a powerful orgasm. He pulled out and Tanner's ass was so tight that no cum dribbled out. Now that is impressive. We let Tanner down and he quickly ran to the lake to try and wash the oil off himself the best he could. He returned, dried off and opened the prize envelope. "$325," he said showing it to everyone.

Okay, Nate. Time for your second task," Alex announced. Please go ahead and open an envelope."

"Masturbate any three guys, pledges or `Q' members, until they cum. You may only use your hands to complete this task."

"I accept. Ummm...I dunno if pledges would cum faster than a gay guy or not."

"Gays would cum faster as they're used to it," Brian told him.

"Wouldn't they be more used to it?" Rory reasoned. "I'll volunteer if it'll help."

"Cool. Thanks," Nate smiled at his friend. "Okay. How about Alden and Link?"

They both agreed and the masturbation got underway. When it was each guy's turn, they dropped their pant to their knees and allowed Nate to jerk them off. Two of them closed their eyes to try and cum faster, with Link being the only one to watch. They all came, Link being the fastest. The prize Nate earned was $350 which he thought was awesome for giving just a few handjobs.

"Fuck, that's like a 115 bucks a dick. Anyone else want one for another hundred?" He joked.

"Be careful what you wish for," Stone warned him. "You still have a task to go."

"Right," Nate replied as everyone got back into place.

"Okay Alden, your turn."

"Choose one of three butt plugs, and have it inserted into you. It remains until you return to the start of today's event. Remove only if another task requires your ass to be available, then re-insert. Bonus available."

"Do I get to know what the bonus is?" He asked.

It was my turn to answer for the challenge ahead. "Yes. First there are three butt plugs to choose from." I pulled out the three sizes and shapes. The small one is metal and designed to be rigid, but it will be easier to accept if you're not used to it. The medium one is a straight black rubber plug, which will stay in better and although bigger, may be more comfortable as it flexes. The largest one is also rubber, but shaped to stimulate your prostate providing pleasure. To keep it fair, there are also three bonus envelopes. Once you choose a butt plug, you pick an envelope as your bonus. The three options of the bonus are: double your money, $25, or nothing.

"Okay I guess I can do that. I'll pick the small butt plug," he said taking it from the picnic table. No real surprise at his choice.

"Okay, now choose an envelope," I said offering them out to him. He picked one. "Now before we insert the plus, we can offer you better odds on the bonus. Pick a different butt plug and I'll eliminate the no bonus envelope, guaranteeing you either $25 or double your prize."

"Do it!" Link yelled out to him eagerly. He wasn't that outspoken when it was something to do with him, but he sure liked to see others being tortured. Little sadist straight boy. I might like him if I get to know him.

"I'm gonna stick with what I have. I've never tried a butt plug before, so this might be all I can handle."

"Okay, open your bonus envelope before we insert it into you."

He did and showed the guys it was the $25 card. "Better than zero, I guess."

I lube up the small plug and gently pushed it into him. He jumped slightly as it seated itself and his ass closed around it.

"How's it feel?" Brian asked.

"Like I have to take a poop and it's just right there waiting," Alden replied graphically

"Gross."

"And how much did you earn? Go ahead and open the envelope."

"$250," he said showing it to everyone."

"A total of $275 bucks just for wearing a butt plug. Nice and easy. Who's next?" I asked.

"That would be Link," Alex answered. "Go ahead and read the task."

"Bend over against a tree and accept three one-minute fucks. Pick cards to determine who will fuck you. Three?" He clarified.

Colin stepped up. "Three gets the prize money. We'll time each one, so for 3 minutes work, you'll end up with cash for crack. Accept or reject?"

"Ummm, I've never been fucked before, so I'm not sure I can do it. Does it hurt?"

"Like a bitch," Rory replied grinning.

"He's just saying that so you don't beat him for the main prize," Brian added.

"It can hurt if you're not relaxed, and tense up while it's happening," Colin told him honestly, "but it's only one minute per fuck. It'll be over before you know it."

"When does the minute begin?"

"The timer starts once you have taken the entire cock down to the balls," Colin revealed. Good thing he knew that or we might have started the timer as soon as the penis touched his hole. It could take more than a minute to get in. Our second anal virgin of the day.

"I don't think I can. I'd have to pass," he said looking a bit nervous about the idea of the task.

"That would be your choice of course, but before we offer it up to the other pledges, we have an incentive for you. If you can't do the entire task, we'll offer you 10% of your prize for taking one cock, or 50% for taking two. Remember, your prize could be between $50 and $500, and we have seen neither amount yet. The catch to this incentive is you have to decide before you start how far you want to go. If you choose all three, and stop before the task is over, you get nothing. The flip side is that if you chose two, and realized that you could have taken the third, you will have forfeited half your reward."

"Just do it, dude. It's 3 minutes and it's over," Tanner coaxed. I just took my first cock and it wasn't that horrible."

"Sounds like you're getting a five-star rating," I whispered to Kieran. You weren't horrible," I teased. He gave me the finger.

"Fuck," he said sighing and shaking his head. "Okay, fine. I'll do the task. The whole thing." The guys cheered as he stripped and stepped forward to take three cards. The winners of the fuck were Asher, Colin and Colton. Why do I never win anything? This is exactly why I don't play the lottery. Well, that and I already have more money than you can win in a lottery.

"Can I start with someone not massive, first?" He asked. That put Asher up first followed by Colton and then Colin.

"Bend over the end of the picnic table and we'll get you ready before you take your first cock," Alex instructed him. "`Q' members remove your shorts off and get your erections ready while his ass is lubed up." Stone got the pleasure of fingering him and starting the opening of his hole. He had to have a lot of coaching to stay relaxed, but at least he was trying. Everyone else gathered around to witness the beautiful sound of cherry popping in the woods. It's one of the great pleasures in nature. It took Asher almost a full three minutes to get himself all the way inside, with Link complaining at least twice per inch as it went into him. Alex stroked Link's back and reminded him to push his ass out and breathe. He did take all three cocks in the end...pun absolutely intended. He stood up and rubbed his ass.

"You guys like doing that?" He asked looking at us.

"It gets easier," Stone assured him. Easy for him to say being the guy with nine inches, and primarily a top.

"Before you open your prize envelope, this task has a bonus. You can elect to continue taking one-minute fucks for $25 for each one you can handle, one right after the other. There are four other `Q' members for an additional $100, and if you could convince your other five pledges, that would be another $125."

"I think I've had enough," Link replied. "My ass is kinda sore after that."

Sore? He's never gonna be a very good bottom if he only lasts three minutes. Wait until Stone and I get in there for 20 minutes each. He'll know sore.

"Alright, clean up and we'll have you reveal the prize," Alex told him. We waited as he hit the lake and returned.

Upon opening the envelope, his face lit up as he turned it around. "Five hundred bucks baby! Whoooo!" The guys applauded.

"See! It was worth it," Nate encouraged.

"Let's keep going guys. So far you've earned good money. Rory, your turn," Alex announced.

"Ask another pledge to fuck you until you both cum. Each of you will earn the cash prize." Rory looked at the guys. "Nate would you wanna fuck me? Now there's something I never thought I head myself say," he said with a small smile.

"Sure," Nate replied. "You better be tight though," he joked.

The boys wasted no time getting naked and when Rory handed the lube to Nate get him ready, Nate handed it back. If you want lube in your hole, you do it," Nate said handing it back after coating his own cock in it. "I'll shoe my dick in there, but I'm not putting my finger in." I think it's a straight boy macho thing. Only do what is absolutely necessary to fuck another boy, and fingering lube into him wasn't one of those requirements. Rory quickly pushed lube into his ass and bent over grabbing a tree to steady himself. Nate fucked him slowly at first and then picked up speed as he got closer to cumming. Rory had been left to jerk himself off as it was pretty apparent that Nate wasn't about to reach around and help him. They both reached their orgasms and separated. Rory's hole was checked to ensure Nate had cum, and the task was complete. They cleaned up and the envelope was opened to reveal $75. A low prize, but at least both guys got the same amount, making it a little better.

Brian read his final of the three tasks he'd bought. "Strip and hand all your clothes and towel, including those in your backpack, to a `Q' member. They will be returned in 24 hours."

"You mean I go home naked?" He asked surprised.

"How you go home is up to you," Alex replied. "Are you accepting or declining?"

"Shit. Uhhh, I'll accept," he said as he began to remove all his clothes and handed them to Kieran, who also checked his backpack for any additional clothing and his towel. Brian revealed his prize of $200.

"You may buy back one item of clothing for half your prize money," Alex told him as soon as the cash had been revealed. Brian looked at it and then thought for a second.

"I'm good. I'll figure it out somehow."

"Who's left?" Alex asked almost to himself as he looked at his list. "Tanner."

"Blow each `Q' member for 1 minute each, or until he cums, whichever happens first. Earn $25 bonus for each guy you make cum."

"I'll do it," Tanner announced. The seven of us lined up side by side and dropped out shorts to our ankles as Tanner got into position at the end of the line. He began with Colin and I was pretty sure that a minute wasn't enough to make anyone cum, especially the way a straight boy gives head. Imagine my surprise when Colin actually shot off in under 45 seconds. I guess he'd been horny from riding Tanner's cock earlier. As he worked down the line, struggling with the larger cocks, he also ended up making Asher cum. I dunno which surprised me the most. The fact that a gay guy came in under a minute, or that a straight boy had made him do it. Tanner stood up when he was finished and grabbed a bottle of water, downing half of it.

"For making two guys cum, you earned an additional $50. Let's see how much the task was worth," Alex said as soon as everyone was back in place.

"$175," Tanner said, holding up the card.

"That leaves Nate with the last task of the day," Alex said as we watched Nate open his envelope and read it.

"French kiss everyone in attendance for 10 seconds each. I guess since we haven't seen the $50 task, this must be it. Fine, I'll do it, but I apologize in advance if I make all of you cum. I'm pretty amazing at kissing."

"Ego, much?" Brian laughed.

"You'll know in 10 seconds," Nate grinned. He started with Rory right next to him and went down the line of pledges before moving over to do all of us. He wasn't actually kidding, he was a pretty good kisser, but I doubt any of the pledges will admit that to him. When he revealed the prize, he'd been right. It was worth the $50.

"May I have the results please?" Alex said looking back to Colin who handed him the scoring. Let's see if Link can win for a second time in a row."

I think the guys were still jealous of him for getting to spend 24 hours with the two girls from the last event.

"Some luck of the draw and good bidding, it was all very close. If Brian hadn't forfeited his second task, he would have won with $775. Without that task, first place goes to Nate having completed three tasks and earning $700, including the $75 bonus for fucking Rory. In second place was Link with $675, just $25 short of tying for first place. In third was Tanner at $650 followed by Rory at $625. A very close finish for the top four. Alden $450 and Brian at $375. Overall, a very productive day to allow all of you to walk away with something. Now to your remaining `Q' bucks. You may trade them in for their cash value, or take a $100 gift certificate for dinner at the Keg. I'm sure your girlfriends would appreciate that."

It was interesting to note that the guys that had only had two tasks, not surprisingly had the most money left over. They all traded their `Q' bucks in for cash. Alden at $65, Link at $40 and Rory with $50. The other three had less than $25, so took the gift certificates.

You are one task away from being able to join the `Q' and all it has to offer. Part of being a good member is that we give back to the community while also having fun with each other. If you will each grab your phones and we'll have you load an app."

The guys scrambled for their bags and got out their phones as Alex gave them directions to load the app as well as their access which was `pledge', and their password was their first name.

"As you can see on your screens, this Q' app gives you community service projects that need to be completed. As a pledge, you will only get a select list for now. Once you become a full member, other opportunities will be made available as well. To complete your pledging and be accepted into the Q' you must complete a total of 25 hours of community service. The list shows the approximate location of the service, the maximum number of hours you can earn, and the times it is available."

"What's the N or C mean next to the name of it?" Tanner asked.

"That means that the task is to be done either clothed or naked."

"So, we give sponge baths to someone while we're naked?" He clarified.

"Of course, it's a bath. You wouldn't want to be wearing clothes for it, now would you?" Alex replied trying to make it sound as if it was a stupid question. Now because you are pledges, it's not as easy as just doing the task. As soon as you arrive at the service opportunity, you will tap the app and open service. This will start the timer towards your 25 hours, assuming you wish to continue pledging. It will not work if you are not in the location required, so cheating by staying home and playing video games simply will not work. At anytime while you are doing your service, you may be approached by someone to either join in, or to just visit with you. You must keep working and not stop in order for the time to count. If he asks you if you'd like sex, you must agree and let him do as he wishes. Now here's an important part of this task. If he chooses to have sex with you while you work, you will earn double time bonus points, but you must keep working and not stop to enjoy the sex. If he takes you home with him, you will only receive regular time spent having sex, but it will count towards your total community service time. Gay Q' members occasionally find it more fun to spend three hours in bed with someone than three hours picking up trash somewhere. I know it sounds strange, but it's true!" He joked. "The person who asks you for sex will add the appropriate time into your app. Once you have completed 25 hours, your app will alert us that you have successfully completed the task. Within 72 hours, will be approached by someone you know, who will officially welcome you as a member. This will be the person who approved your pledge application. The two of you will arrange a mutual time to spend 24 hours together. You will be expected to do whatever is asked of you, and it could easily be 24 hours of non-stop sex. Upon completion of that, the person you know will enter complete' into your app and $1000 will be transferred to your bank account.

"What?" Alden said, blurting out his surprise as the others looked just as shocked.

"For being straight and participating fully, we agreed that it should earn you a little extra for your commitment. Of course, there's a long way between now and the end of the final task. You have a full three months to complete the 25 hours of service, and you may drop out at anytime. After the three months, the app will lock you out and you will no longer be able to reapply. Any questions?"

Rory raised his hand and was acknowledged. "So, if I did that sponge bath thing and the guy wanted sex, I'd get double time for it?"

"Exactly. It could be that while your giving the sponge bath, someone else approaches and asks you for sex, leaving the person you're bathing to watch, but you must continue the bath in order to receive credit for the time. Should you stop the task to enjoy the sex, your time would be deducted. One final note. You may refuse to do anything sexual that is asked of you, but if you do, you will be penalized one full hour of time."

"Any other questions?"

Brian put his hand up. "Ummm, what if the guy starts with something like giving a blowjob, but then wants to fuck. If I can do one but not the other, what happens?"

"You get credit for the time spent with the blowjob, and penalized for refusing the fuck," Alex stated clearly. So, a nice 30-minute blowjob at double time could all be in vain if you lose an hour for refusing to take a fuck. Any other questions?"

There weren't any as the guys explored the app and some of the available service. Anyone can paint a fence naked, but not everyone will want to wash windows while naked on a ladder.

"Those who wish to leave may do so now, and we'll see you when you complete the 25 hours. Those who wish to get started on their service hours, may scroll to the bottom of the list where it says lake cleanup. You may spend two hours here and well give you five hours credit to help you get started. This a naked activity in case you were curious. With Rory and Brian both naked, one from having wet clothes, the other for having forfeit them, I half expected them to remain and earn some service time. Surprisingly no one did. They all grabbed their things and headed off back down the trail. Rory had at least been able to keep his towel so he was wrapped in that, while Brian walked confidently naked away from us.

"Overall I'd say that was a good day," Alex said, once we saw the boys at the far side of the lake and we could take off our masks.

"Best part was getting to fuck Tanner," Kieran smiled. "I've been wanting to do that ever since Patrick introduced me to him. That kid is hot."

"Doesn't hurt he's cute with a tight ass too," Stone smirked. "Maybe next time I'll open him up."

"Kill him, you mean. Shit that cock of yours is massive. I dunno if most gay guys could take it, never mind straight boy virgins."

"Why don't you bend over and find out," Stone teased as he pushed him over the side of the picnic table.

Kieran laughed but stood back up. "I'll need more practice before I take something that big."

"Come over and practice," Colton offered. "We're available seven days a week."

Colin and I changed before heading out to lunch with the guys. I'd say that had been a pretty fun day overall, and I hoped the money would be incentive for the straight boys to continue.

We were all at home, so Colin called everyone together. Even Jason, Alex and the boys joined us. When we were all gathered, Colin smiled. "The renovations are complete. Who wants to see them?"

"Yay!!" The twins said jumping up and down, with the rest agreeing. We headed upstairs to our bedroom doors. The temporary wall had been removed and the double doors were once again visible. This time with no stairs to go up to the bedroom, as the storage crawl space had been removed. Colin swung the doors open and we all entered. It was fucking amazing, and the first thing you noticed is how much bigger it looked. True to the original idea, the fourth wall was gone. I was actually stunned.

"Umm, won't we freeze in the winter?" I asked looking at Colin with a gigantic grin on my face.

"The wall is there, it just slides into the wall on the right. When it's in place, we can still open all the floor to ceiling windows to get out to the patio."

The other thing that made it seem bigger is that with the whole room having been dropped down two feet, it added a good two feet in height as a result of removing that crawl space. I never knew why it was there in the first place, and could only assume it had something to do with security from the Italian Embassy, who owned the house before us. Off to our left, the whole bathroom had been redesigned to the same open-air concept. There was a semi-circular three-quarter stone wall between the bedroom and the bathroom so you at least had some privacy when using the toilet, but other than that, it was open. If someone flew up to the house in a helicopter, they'd be able to see if you were in the shower. But we don't get a lot of helicopters in our back yard, so I was pretty comfortable with the whole thing. The outside deck had been expanded with the railing lowered, and now glass to ensure you could see through it. There was a new round corner piece with a hot tub in it. It wasn't an infinity pool, but it sure looked like an infinity hot tub. We'd be able to sit out there and see the whole yard. It was very cool. The side balcony had also been extended and ran right down the side of the house with a new door leading to Blake's room. He ran to it and flung it open.

"Cool! I have my own balcony and hot tub," he yelled.

"Technically the hot tub belongs to the master bedroom," Colin told him.

"Yeah, but I can get to it from my room too," he replied. "That's gonna be wicked for late night hot tub sleepover parties."

"Never gonna happen dude. If you're in the hot tub, you'll be in the line of sight of our bedroom."

"Oh yeah. Guess you'll see me naked even more then, huh?"

"Oh good. Just what we need," Colin laughed. "Everyone stand clear, and I'll show you the wall. ADAM close master bedroom wall." As he said it the massive wall began to slide out from the right side and come across the track to seal itself in place. Once done, we still had a relatively unobstructed view to the outside. Each section of the window was separate panels that you could open to let in as much or as little air as you wanted. "I know you liked the windows in my room at my parent's house, so watch this," Colin grinned as he grabbed a remote and hit a button turning the windows from clear to frosted. Now we could have privacy. Then he hit another button and they darkened."

"Cool!" Blake remarked with everyone agreeing.

"One last feature for all of those who need it really dark to sleep. You guys may want to hold the hands of the young kids. It'll be pretty dark," Colin advised. He pressed another button and a black shade began rolling down from inside the windows. "It's between the panes of glass," he told us as we watched. By the time it was three quarters of the way down, the room was very dark and I saw Jason and Alex take hold of their kids hands. Blake must have seen it too, because by the time the shades got to the bottom, he took hold of my crotch.

"That's not my hand you're holding," I told him. He just giggled. I've seen a dark room before, I mean the media room is as black as black gets when you turn out the lights, but this was just as dark and I couldn't see my hand if I put it right against my face. Now those are backout shades. Colin quickly reversed everything so that the light was back. "Damn, I dunno if I'd ever want it that dark. I'd kill myself trying to find the bathroom, but I love this room. It's incredible!"

He showed us the new closet, which had a lot more space and was like its own room within our room.

"You did a great job with this, babe," I said as I went and hugged him and gave him a kiss.

"Get a room!" Blake chuckled as he came and hugged us as well. No need to point out the obvious about this being our room. It was time to see the redesigned basement.

"Who wants to see the new game room?" Colin asked.

"Me!" James yelled as we all raced down to the lowest level. Why didn't we install an elevator for a trip this far?

This was a complete change. The right hallway had been removed and the wine room had been relocated forward next to the pantry. It was still a massive room, as if we were somehow alcoholics. I don't even drink wine, but I guess, like the cars, it was something to collect and there were cupboards all controlled to the right temperature and lighting. As we entered the kid's playroom, Blake snapped his finger. "Someone call a doctor because this reno is sic!" He cried out as the boys ran in to check everything. The room was at least double the size it had been, and now sported a full-size two-lane bowling alley as the big feature. It was all electronic, like a real bowling alley, and there was even a pigeon-hole wall unit that had those ugly rental type bowling shoes in to give it that air of realism. The only thing missing were stupid bowling shirts. I'm thinking of making some in pink with Triple J's Bowling team' on it. There was even proper seating for the bowling area. The ball pit was gone, but I don't think anyone cared. There was a jukebox, which the boy's thought was fascinating, as it had bubble lights going around the outside edge of it. It looked like something you'd see in a 60's style diner. Colin explained that not only would it play CD's like the old days, but it could also handle Bluetooth connections to allow anyone to send their playlists to it. Blake and James ran over to the new video games that had been installed. There were two pinball machines, Star Trek and Kiss, and three arcade games, Pac-man, Galaga and Centipede. I had no idea how to play any of them, but it looked like they would keep us busy and be popular. The boys thought they were cool', and there was even a step stool next to them so the twins could attempt to play them as well. There was still the original foosball and ping pong tables which had been returned to the playroom. I could see this easily becoming my favorite room in the house. Grab a bottle of wine, some cheese and crackers, and you're all set. I'm gonna have to learn to drink wine now, aren't I?

We decided to christen the bowling alley, and broke into two teams. The scoreboard only had place for six people on each lane, so all 13 of us couldn't play at once. Jason volunteered to just help his boys when it was their turn to bowl, which made it all worked out. Although the twins had decided that it was called a rolling alley', instead of bowling. Seems fitting actually. Maybe we'll name it that in their honour. T&T's Rolling Alley.' The twins didn't quite have the idea. They bowled between their legs, and then ran after the balls to catch it halfway and do it again from there to be sure they hit the pins. With a technique like that, they hit a lot more and got a great score. Maybe I should do that. For the next couple hours, we had a great time down there. The ping pong table had a new home in the center of the old space, and there were plenty of bean bag chairs. A couple of large screen TV also allowed anyone to hook up a laptop for movies. Thank god this room was in the basement as it was going to be one noisy place.

Ben and Blake took to the video games as if they'd played them their entire lives, while Troy and Kyle helped Travis and Trevor figure out the pinball. James was pretty independent as he played Centipede while the rest of us watched them all.

"I think this room is a big hit," I said as I put my arms around Colin and hugged him, "but I really love our new bedroom. I have a feeling we'll be christening that tonight too."

"Will we invite everyone to that as well?" He joked. At least I think he was joking. Maybe a group christening could be fun.

"Who we should invite is our major-domo, Darius," I grinned as I kissed him. "I'll bet he'd know just what to do to keep us serviced all night."

"I'll service you all night if you prefer," Colin chuckled as he grabbed my ass. Damn, he was hornier than me for a change. This is gonna be one wicked night.

We totally did christen the bedroom in style, leaving the window wide open, even though the night air was a bit cool. The duvet more than made up for it to keep us warm while we cuddled. I couldn't help but laugh when we heard Ben and Blake sneak into the new hot tub in the early hours of the morning. I crawled out of bed and stood in front of them. "Having fun? I told you we would be able to hear you, especially when the wall is open."

"So? Stop being mister grumpy pants and join us," Blake said standing up to show he was having fun. I shrugged and climbed into the water with them. The three of us knelt on the seat at the far side of the hot tub and leaned on the edge to overlook the yard and ocean in the distance with just the moon illuminating everything. It was quite the view, and I could see the infinity tub quickly becoming a hot spot in the house. No pun intended. As Blake and Ben stayed bent over, I couldn't help myself as I slid back behind Ben and buried my face in his ass. He wiggled around on me so much that it was impossible not to stand up and bury my cock deep inside him, while Blake turned his head so they could kiss. Once I'd given Ben a few minutes of attention, I freed myself from his ass and sat down, telling him to take care of Blake. As Ben fucked Blake, he reached around to grab his cock and jerk him off. He was at the perfect height that when he shot his load, it flew over the side of the hot tub onto the lawn below. We may have to put some of those warning signs up. `Beware falling cum!' As soon as Ben pulled out, Blake spun to face me to give me a hug and a kiss.

"I think I'm gonna like this hot tub," he grinned. "Should we sleep in here with you guys tonight to keep you company?"

"How about you use your new balcony door and go back to your own bed?

"Sure. I can sleep with you guys tomorrow if you're too tired. Thanks for playing with us Dad."

"Yeah, thanks Justin," Ben agreed as he was next to kiss and hug me. I grabbed some towels and the boys headed off. I returned to my bed and snuggled in with Colin who opened his eyes and smiled at me. "Blake?"

"No, Justin," I replied as I reached for his cock to hold onto it like my security blanket.

"I mean was that Blake out there in the hot tub?"

"And Ben. It might have been a bad idea to give him such direct access to the hot tub."

"Like it would stop him. He'd just come through the bedroom doors."

"True enough."

It was a few weeks later when I got a call from the doctor that the report on the DNA was in from the samples I'd sent, and he asked to see me. My heart rate jumped up to triple normal. It made my whole body feel cold. I called Colin. "The doctor called about the DNA results, and I wondered if you were free sometime today to go with me."

"Absolutely. I'll clear my schedule. Do you want to swing past the office and pick me up, or meet you there?"

"I'll come get you. Thanks. I thought it would be good if we were both there."

On the drive over, Colin told me that no matter what the results, we'd work it all out together, but that I shouldn't get my hopes up that we'd found a relative of Blake's. It was a long shot at best. I agreed with him, but at least we'd know if I was ready to be committed to the insane asylum or not. Once we were seated in the doctor's office, he opened a folder on his desk, while at the same time turning his computer screen towards us. "The results from the two samples you sent in have come back, as I mentioned on the phone," the doctor said as he paused to let us review what we were seeing.

"So, was there a family match of some sort?" I asked impatiently as the screen was just a lot of technical babble that was about as easy to ready as Greek lettering. HA! Now I get it when my Dad said `it's all Greek to me!' Lightbulb moment.

"You'll see here and here," the doctor said pointing, "that there is a DNA match between sample A and B, meaning that they are related."

"I knew it!" I said beaming. My Spidey senses were actually right. Holy shit.

"Can you tell how they're related?" Colin asked, leaning in to read the screen more closely.

"Yes. By the number of gene markers, we can determine how closely the results are related. This shows the percentage of DNA that is a match. In these samples there are sufficient matching markers to prove relationship.

"So what does that mean? Do you know how they are related from that?" I asked looking closer at the screen.

"Yes, from the samples you provided, it means there is roughly a 75% probability that they are siblings. Brothers."

"Oh my god," I said as my heart stopped. I don't mean figuratively, I'm pretty sure I meant literally. I grabbed Colin's hand and gripped it firmly. That might be an understatement as I think I heard bones crunching.

"Siblings?" Colin asked, his throat sounding like it had gone completely dry.

"In this case, yes. I'm taking from your reaction that this isn't completely what you were expecting."

"No. I thought the boy might have some relationship, but not a sibling. At most I thought he might be a cousin or distant relative that might give Blake a connection to other family out there that we didn't know about."

"No, if the boys were more distantly related, the markers would share considerably less and less DNA as the distance grew. Siblings with identical parents share 50% DNA, with a different mother or father that would drop to 25% and a cousin, would be as low as 12½%, and so on, each level dropping by half. These samples have enough similarities that there is very little doubt that they are brothers. Without a DNA sample from one or both parents, there is a possibility that they could be half siblings, meaning that either the mother or father would be different, but regardless of that, they are brothers, either fully or half." He pointed to the part of the report that indicated that information, and then went through the other numbers to try and make it all clear. It wasn't. "If you can get the DNA from the parents, we can run the tests again to eliminate any doubt and bring the probability percentage to 98.9%.

"Is there possibility the result could mean anything else?" Colin asked.

"No, not with the result we have so far. I suppose if two set of twins married two other sets of twins, then DNA from the offspring would carry the same 50% match, but that is highly unlikely. As you already know Justin, identical twins, or in your case triplets, have 100% matching DNA, making them indistinguishable from each other in these tests."

"I know, I'm already planning on robbing the Royal Mint and leaving my DNA. They'd never be able to prove which one of us it was," I joked.

"Just be sure to wear gloves," the doctor joked back. "You may have identical DNA, but your fingerprints are different. If I may, I thought that Blake's family had a tragedy a few years back and that he was the only survivor."

"That's what we thought too. I'm kinda in shock," I replied as I sat back in the chair. "What the hell do we do now?"

"May I ask. Is it possible that there is some DNA in the forensics from the accident? If so, we could compare the results from that to be 100% percent certain," the doctor asked.

"I'm not sure if there is, but we can have it investigated," Colin replied.

"I printed out the report for you, and if I can be of any further help, please let me know."

"Okay, thank you. If we do find the parents DNA, we'll probably ask you to run this again," I said as I took the folder from him. Colin and I left the office and once we were back in the car, I just sat there looking at the results feeling my whole body go cold. "What do we do now, Colin?"

"You met this kid through his brother?"

"Yeah," I replied and told him the story in detail.

"Wow, that's quite the tale. So, you're having sex with Layne and his Uncle, and you meet this Jimmy kid who you instantly saw as a resemblance to Blake? I don't think they could write soap operas like that. His family is homophobic, except for the Uncle who is gay?"

"Right. Now you're up to speed," I nodded. "When you see Jimmy, you'll know what I mean. He has the same blond hair and green eyes. He's a mini Blake."

"Wow, you sure know how to get into things," Colin remarked shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Colin," I said as my eye began to tear up. "I didn't mean for all of this to get so out of control."

"Hey! Nothing's out of control," he said pulling me into him.

"Yeah it is. I've kinda screwed up our lives. I mean it was just you and me at first. Then we let Kyle live with us. We find I'm a triplet, and then Troy. My parents adopt him and he becomes another brother and also moves in. Then there's Blake. We took him in as our own kid only because he was related to me. Not to mention all the other stuff I put you through. I'm a jinx. Maybe you would have been better off with Jason."

"I'm better off with you," he said bluntly. "And you're not a jinx, quite the opposite. I love you, and I would trade our lives for anything."

"I'll promise to be better. I'll give up other guys, and just focus on being a good therapist and being there for you whenever you need me."

"I like the sound of that. Well, all of it except giving up other boys, and the focusing on that whole being better thing. You're already perfect and you're always here for me. We're here for each other. That's why we work so well."

I smiled. "So, you liked everything I said except for the words?"

"I liked how you said it. You looked smokin' hot," he said as he kissed me, and I instantly felt better. "If we get the police to look into the DNA and they find something, they could re-open the case and who knows what will happen. You said that Jimmy is a foster kid, right?"

"Right. But from the sound of what Layne was saying, the foster parents are planning on adopting him."

"That would make things great deal more difficult if that goes through, that's for sure. I think that's where we should start," Colin said logically. "Let's talk to Colleen at child services. She was with this situation from the beginning. Maybe we can get some answers from her."

I agreed and we called her to ask if we could make an appointment. She said she was free in half an hour if we wanted to come around to her office, or she could make time to swing by the house next week. We flicked on the lights and siren and raced across town to get to her office. Well, we don't have actual lights and sirens, but it felt like we were flying through traffic lights at the speed we were going. Once we were in her office, I wasn't even sure how to bring it up, but if anyone knew things, it would be her.

"Thanks for seeing us," I said as she invited us to sit on the couch.

"Anytime. How's Blake doing? He's what, 14 now?"

"That he is. 14 going on 21," Colin grinned and Colleen laughed.

"Aren't they all at that age?" She asked making small talk.

"He's an amazing kid. Into karate and acting. He just finished a movie down in Hollywood," I told her.

"Good for him. Such a change from that quiet scared little boy you first met. What brings you here today?"

"What can you tell us about the fire that claimed his family?" Colin asked bluntly. Colleen had a file with her, that was no doubt Blake's information. At least she was prepared. She thumbed through it, reading as she went. "They found five people upstairs in their beds."

"Five? How, if Blake, wasn't in the house," Colin inquired, as that's the first we'd heard the actual details from the scene.

"It doesn't say. Once Blake was found alive, our focus was on how best to look after him. The family situation was dealt with by investigators."

"Would there have been DNA taken from everyone?"

"I assume so. It would be pretty routine in a case like this."

"Was Blake's DNA ever taken?"

"I don't think so. I don't see a record of that happening. He was pretty fragile at the time and I have a feeling they didn't want to traumatise him further. It was pretty open and shut."

"Obviously not," Colin remarked. "We asked to see you as we believe there is a strong possibility that Blake's little brother is actually alive and in foster care."

"What? How?" She asked looking as stunned as we felt.

"We dunno. That's why we're here. We wonder if maybe you could look into it for us. If we open the police file, it may stir up pandora's box unnecessarily. Is there anyway you could check to see if there is family DNA on file, and then test Blake and Jimmy?"

"It would be easy enough. If he's in foster care, then we're responsible for the child, so taking his DNA would be simple enough. We'd just say that we need it for our files if we didn't want to get his hopes up just yet."

"I think that would be best. I mean the doctor seemed pretty certain that they're brothers, but he said if we had parent's DNA it would eliminate any doubt," Colin told her.

"He's right. With the DNA from both parents, we would know beyond any doubt about their relation. How did you get the DNA originally?"

"I know his older brother and I managed to get a few strands of hair."

"That works, but we're better with saliva, or even blood. Give me what you know and I'll put some feelers out with the case worker assigned to the file. If we do find that they're brothers, we'll review both files and have to arrange the best outcome for both boys."

"Does that mean there's a chance you'd take Blake from us?" I asked, almost struggling to get to question out.

"No. You legally adopted him, so there's no reason for that to be a consideration. But it's not automatic that Jimmy would be automatically given to you either. There'd have to be a review of both homes to ensure we find the best placement for the younger sibling. Either Blake of Jimmy may have issues with it, or you may not wish to take on another child."

"We haven't talked about it yet," I replied, but Colin jumped in more definitively.

"We would want Blake to have his brother back, and we'd adopt him, just like we did with Blake," he said looking at me for confirmation. I think my eyes teared up and I leaned in to hug him.

I nodded and wiped my nose. "Yeah. That."

"Alright, let's get the ball rolling and I'll keep you informed. It could be as long as a couple months for us to get all the information we need, so just be patient and let us thoroughly investigate. Is Blake aware of any of this?"

"No, not at all. We wanted to have be 100% certain before we rock any boats. If it turns out to be a false positive, we wouldn't want to have upset him unnecessarily."

"Good. We'll keep it that way. I'll arrange for a DNA kit to be sent from our office that you can administer to Blake and return to us. You can use whatever story best suits for why you're taking it."

"Take your time. Obviously, we want to get this right," Colin replied. "But we understand the family he's with is planning on adopting him."

"That would be put on hold until we finish the investigating, so no worries in that regard. Foster parents are always aware that the situation with a foster child may change suddenly without warning. I see a lot in this job, but this one has my heart racing. I hope that something good comes from this, but please don't misunderstand. This is going to be extremely traumatic for everyone involved, especially Jimmy and Blake," Colleen warned as she stood to walked us out. I was barely functional, but I knew that we just had to be patient. We all know how fast the government acts, so I was extremely confident that we'd know something before Blake was married with a kid of his own...maybe three kids if they get hung up with red tape somewhere.

We got home and I almost collapsed on the couch, exhausted as if I'd run a marathon. Colin sat beside me and we cuddled against each other. I looked at him. "What if the results are what they seem? What if he is Blake's little brother?"

"I don't think there's a thought process here, do you?" Colin replied. "Would you even consider not putting them back together again?"

"No. But is it fair to Jimmy to pull him away from the only family he knows? He thinks of Layne as his big brother, and if they've told him they're planning on adopting him, would it be right to rip him away from that?"

"Would it be right to let Blake go the rest of his life thinking his little brother died in a fire?"

"No, but he has been dealing with it lately and the longer it goes, the less it comes up."

Colin turned to look at me. "Would you really not want Blake to know?"

"I dunno Colin. I mean I know it would be wrong to keep it from him, but like Colleen said, it's going be super traumatic for both of them."

"Short term, it's going to be tough, no doubt, but long term, its for the best. Could you imagine how much worse it would be if Jimmy got his memory back and went looking for Blake and they both found out we knew. There would be no coming back from that. Blake and Jimmy should be back together as brothers."

I hugged Colin tighter. "I really didn't expect this. I was thinking it would probably come back negative, or that he really was just some far distance relative, or that I was just somehow dreaming of the days Blake was so young. I did not expect to hear that this was Blake's brother, John. I may need medicating."

"You need medicating even without this situation," Colin said trying to lighten the situation as he pulled me into a tight hug. We were still lying together when Blake came home.

"Whoa! What's with you two? Are you okay, Dad?" He asked kneeling in front of us and looking at me.

"We're fine. It's just been a tough day," I replied.

"Your eyes are red. Have you been crying, or are you stoned?" He asked moving closer to look at me.

"I was just having an emotional day. Sorry, buddy. Nothing's wrong."

"Emotional day huh?" he said sitting back on his heels to look at us. "Someone turned you down for sex and you think you're just getting too old again?"

"NO! Rude," I said grinning as I reached my hand out to try and swat him. He just moved back out of the way.

"I hope you're okay, Dad. I don't like it when you're upset. If you need something let me know."

"Thanks buddy. How about I give you a nice sloppy kiss to cheer me up?"

"Pass! How about a box of tissues and a porn?"

Colin laughed. "Can't say he doesn't know you."

"You're both rude," I smiled. Having them both around sure helped cheer me up. It might not be so easy when we tell Blake the real truth, if it turns out that way in the end.

A couple days later, I was feeling better, having played out every possible scenario for Blake and John's (Jimmy's) future together. Now all we had to do was wait for the official result from Child Services. The waiting was gonna kill me.

End of Chapter.

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