The Society Boys By Connor Matthews
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Chapter 74 -- Preparing for Change
All of us headed over to the warehouse to watch and participate in the pledge day. Kyle and Aaron took Jason and Alex in the truck while Colin and I headed over in his car. We got there ahead of the pledges and met the committee headed up by Kelly.
He outlined the events of the day and said it was supposed to weed out the guys who didn't want to be there, or who weren't willing to be part of a brotherhood and do what was required. Of course it also was very sexual as expected. The pledges would have four weeks of tasks and wouldn't be eliminated like before. Instead they would be driven until they quit or passed.
Each of the 10 pledges had been picked up at their home and blindfolded to be brought to the warehouse. They were placed beside each other in front of the stage. The lighting in the room had been lower to almost an orange/yellow glow, making it look a little gothic. Kelly stepped forward into the center of the room in his hooded robe.
"Pledges, this is the first of 4 initiation tests. If you survive them, the pledge committee will vote to accept or reject you from the brotherhood of the Q. The tests will vary to see if you are worthy of joining us. You may leave at any time but if you do, you will not be considered again. Not all tasks are as they seem so be prepared for anything. If you fail a task, you will receive a punishment in front of everyone else. It will be more intense and harder than the original task, so give it everything you have."
As he spoke, 10 members with masks on, went and stood in front of the pledges and removed their shirts, being careful not to knock off the blindfolds. Some of the members wore black t-shirts and tight shorts, others we shirtless and just in their underwear. My favorite look was the shirtless guys in the tight straight cut boxer briefs, especially if they had a nice package to look at.
"Your first task will be one of endurance, strength, trust and humiliation...It may also include pain."
Ominous music started and the pledges shoes, socks and pants were removed leaving all of them in their underwear.
"The Q only accepts the best of the best and will forever be linked as brothers around the world." He went on to explain the Q as the guys stood there. The music changed to a rolling thunder sound and a large bang cracked to simulate lightning. Everyone jumped including the pledge committee. As we sat off to the side with our masks on watching, the 10 members came onto the stage with watering cans. On signal from Kelly, they poured cold water over the pledges, thoroughly soaking them. Some jumped and moved aside but most stayed where they were.
"Stand back where you were and don't move unless you are told to," Kelly boomed as the guys reacted to the water. I metal bar was lowered to just above their heads with straps on it like you might find on a subway car.
"Raise your hands above your head and put them through the straps you will find. Take a good hold, because in a few minutes you will be lifted several feet into the air and you will have to hold on as long as you can no matter what is happening. As added incentive, we are covering the floor with broken glass. If let go you will land on it and will probably end up with multiple cuts, depending on how hard you fall. Then we take you over and submerse you in a salt water bath which will get deep into the wounds." The guys got a good hold of their straps and the bar was raised, just high enough to have everyone off the floor. Four members came forward. Two had buckets of glass; the others had an empty box. Two others came up with boxes of corn flakes. The glass was poured loudly from the bucket into the box which sounded like it was being spread along the floor under the pledges. As that was being done, the corn flakes were poured under them which would scare the shit of them when they finally let go. The bar was raised a little higher making the guys think they were many feet of the ground, but in fact were barely one foot up.
"I can't reach them, Mr. President," said one member as he sat under the guys to sound like he was a distance away.
"Lower them down a foot," Kelly boom and the bar jiggled to make it feel like they were being relocated when in fact they didn't move at all. As they hung there dripping wet, Kelly spoke again.
"Pledges, you will now be inspected by our members to make sure you are fit enough to join us. Bring out the ladders so you can reach them." A couple of ladders were placed in front of them to make it sound even more like they were high up. A few members came out and began by running their fingers through the hair of the pledges as if they were inspecting them, then down to their ears neck and shoulders. A few squirmed when their underarms were felt as they were obviously ticklish. Then the hands moved down to pinch nipples and pull on them hard. Most of the guys were really cute and only two had some chest hair. Their legs were felt and then the feet. Several moved their feet out of the way as the members felt the bottom of them. Obviously more than one was very ticklish, some even laughed out loud and almost kicked the inspectors as they squirmed to get away.
"I think we need to see the rest of them. Strip off the shorts!" boomed Kelly. The members yanked the underwear off all the guys leaving them completely naked. Half the guys were uncircumcised, and a couple were already on their way to an erection. It never failed to amaze me at how different penises were on guys. Instead of using fingerprints they should use penises, as each one is unique. Two of the guys already had shaved pubes, one had them nicely trimmed, while the others were just natural. Some had low hanging balls, others had the ball sac nice and tight which held their cocks up better. The inspectors went along feeling the guys' cocks and balls, making sure to stimulate them enough to get a reaction. By the time they were done every pledge had a full erection. This was another things about guys. Some had erections that went right up against their stomachs, others were just sticking straight out in front, but most were about a 45 degree angle. I quickly decided on which on the pledges I liked. My first choice was a really blond guy. His hair was lighter than mine and even hanging stretched out, you could see that he had 8 pack abs with absolutely no body fat. His penis was probably 7 or 7½ inches and he was shorter than most. He looked like he was between 16 and 18. It was hard to tell though as he had really smooth and fair skin. Colin liked the more muscular guy beside him with dark hair and the big cock. Kyle agreed with me about who he liked. Although I wouldn't turn any of them down if they offered themselves to me.
"It looks like all of you are enjoying being inspected. While you are hard we will take a few measurements for later." The guys were measured and the length of their cocks yelled out for everyone to hear. They ranged from 6 inches to 8½. Then to add more information they announced whether the guys had hairy or smooth asses. I almost had to be restrained as they went and pulled open the ass of my blond boy and announced he was smooth. I was rock hard and wanted to rush over and put my face into his ass and motorboat him.
"It is time to see what you pledges can really handle. Bring out the heat cream!" Kelly said. "Put it on their balls. Pledges, this will continue to heat up until the pain in unbearable. The only way to get rid of it is to wash it off. How much can you handle?" Each one got a small amount of the cream rubbed on them and I knew from experience that it really did burn for a while, although it stopped eventually. It was seriously uncomfortable and the boys would not be happy in about 15 seconds.
As added fun, one of the `Q' members yelled out, "I can't hold on. Oh god, I'm slipping." He shook the box of glass and screamed out in a blood curdling yell that shocked the other guys, making it sound like he had fallen.
"Okay, quick guys get him out of there and get him over to the salt bath before he bleeds to death." Said Kelly as we all tried not to laugh at the cruel mental torture the yelling guy was inflicting on our pledges as he was moved a distance away, and then screamed even louder as he was supposedly put into the salt water and then went silent. "Shit, he's passed out from the pain. Get him out of there and take him to the hospital." Kelly said trying hard to sound concerned.
The pledges were white with fear as they hung there and were squirming as the cream began to affect their balls. One guy looked like he was trying to turn upside down, maybe to reach his balls to stop the pain.
"I quit!" called out one of the pledges. "Get me down. I can't do this." Two of the members lifted him up to help him get free and walked him blindfolded over to the shower area so he could wash the cream off. He was allowed to get dressed and was taken outside where someone would drive him home. I liked the idea that Kelly was keeping the warehouse a secret location, which added some mystery to it. One guy finally let go and dropped into the cornflakes. He was immediately grabbed and a hand clamped over his mouth to prevent him from saying anything to the other pledges. He was quickly taken over to the shower to wash the heat cream off his balls. When he returned he was smiling and knelt down to the side of the stage, now without his blindfold. Three more guys dropped into the cornflakes and were rushed away, leaving half the guys still hanging.
"Attach the clamps" said Kelly. We watched as clothespins were attached to their nipples and two to their balls. One more guy said he quit, which was a surprise as this wasn't anywhere near as bad as it could get. Eventually the other four dropped off and were taken away. Each one returning with a smile when they saw what had actually taken place. The corn flakes were brushed away and the pledges stood back against the stage.
"8 of you have passed the first task. Two quit and have had been returned to their pitiful existence. Next we will play a simple game of tug of war." The pledges were paired up and the looks on their faces said it all. Some bigger guys were with smaller guys giving them what looked like an unfair advantage. "Face each other and we'll bring out the ropes."
We watched as the pairs were tied together at the dicks. The ropes were wound around their cock and balls, leaving a little slack to give them room to back up.
"Okay pledges, the rules are simple. Pull backwards until one of you gives in. That will set the order for the next couple of rounds. When you quit just raise your hands into the air and you can both stop pulling. GO!"
The four pairs began pulling backwards from each other and their cocks stretched out in front of them. Some guys gave up quickly while others held on until they couldn't handle it anymore. One pair looked like they were going to pull their balls off before they finally gave in. I was sure that they had extended their dicks by a couple of inches and would forever have low hanging balls. The pledges were untied and told to stand with their legs apart and hands locked behind their heads.
"Winners, you are up first for the next round." Four members came out carrying weights and more rope. They attached the rope back to the cock and balls of the four pledges and then fastened the other end to the 25 lb., dumbbells. "This is simple. You will walk around the warehouse dragging the weights behind you until we tell you to stop. It's an easy reward for winning the tug-o-war. Are you ready?" Kelly said as he prepared to send the off around the warehouse. One of the members came over and whispered in his ear. "Oh, that's right. We forgot something. Bring out the clips." One member ran out with small chains in his hand. They made the pledges stand in a circle and attached a nipple clamp to the right tit of one and to the left tit of the other, until they were all attached.
"Now you can walk around the room. Make sure the clamps stay attached and watch out that you don't step on the other guys' dumbbell or you might just rip his dick off. Get going, pledges." They started off slowly as they tried to work as a team to maneuver around the large room. Next, each of the 4 losers from the tug-o-war were put onto their knees in pairs with asses facing each other.
"This round will determine just how much control you have and whether you wish to work as a team or be dominant and show that you can be in charge of a situation. A 14 inch double ended dildo will be placed between you with the tip of it inserted into your asses just past the sphincter. When we tell you, you will back towards each other until your asses are touching. So the choice is yours, take 7 inches each, or shove the majority of it into your partner by clamping your ass tighter than your opponent. If the pain is too much, you may raise your hand to quit and walk away."
"Fuck, I like that one," I said to Colin. "Maybe we should play that at home."
"Like that would take long. You'd take the whole 14 inches and the game would be over in a second," he laughed.
The rubber dildos were inserted into the pledges and lubed up and Kelly told them to begin. Each pair worked differently. One decided that they were going to fight each other and try to avoid taking any part of the dildo. Another group talked and worked together to share the best they could. The others seemed to just be doing whatever they wanted. We watched all the groups and it was certainly different than what we had seen before. Eventually the four `dildo boys' were ass to ass. Members went up and marked the rubber toys with a black line before pulling them out.
"Let's see who took the most and who took the least." Kelly said as he went over and held up each of the dildos. Two groups had been pretty even, while the other two had definitely had a winner and loser, depending on whether you liked taking cock or not. One guy had taken almost the whole thing at 12 inches and the other had taken 9 inches, allowing his partner to take 5. "For the next round, the two who took the least amount will now face off against each other."
It was set up and we watched at the two guys struggled to stop the dildo from entering their ass. It took a while and when the dildo was marked and pulled out, it was almost even and the guys looked exhausted and in pain. Kelly stepped up and pulled the pledge who had taken the 12 inches into the middle of the group.
"Bring out the penetrator!" He commanded from under his hooded robe. A naked masked guy walked out with a large hard erection leading the way. I grinned as I recognized the cock immediately as belonging to Brandon. His 9 inch dick was unmistakeable. "Pledge, lie on the floor and spread your legs." He did as he was told as Brandon got behind him and knelt down. The other pledges watched as he fucked the guy hard until he pulled out and came all over his back. The whole time he was getting fucked, he was moaning and wiggling as he enjoyed it. I'd bet the guy who took the least wouldn't have to same reaction. Kelly stopped the other pledges once they made it back to the stage and removed their nipple clamps and ball weights. They looked tired but had definitely worked well together to complete the task. As Brandon walked away after fucking the pledge, several large sheets were stretched out on the ground in front of the guys, along with 8 old wooden chairs. Two cans of paint were placed on the sheets as well.
"One thing we do as a society is to help charities in need. This year we are helping the old Queers home with new furniture and fund raising for extra Viagra." One of the pledges giggled. I wasn't sure if it was funny or insulting, but I could just imagine an old folk home full of senior citizen gay guys. Chasing twinky boys around the home in their walkers and offering them candy before being taken for a sponge bath. Kelly continued as my mind wandered away. Maybe it was the first sign of my own dementia. "The chairs in front of you are in need of a coat of paint and once finished and dry, they will be delivered. Each of you is to complete one chair. You may begin."
The pledges looked around for the brushes and one of them commented on the fact that there weren't any.
"Oh, did I forget to tell you that you must use your penises to paint the chairs? Sorry about that. Have fun." We howled as we watched the pledges dip their dicks into the paint cans and wipe them over the chairs. This was going to take forever, so we headed into the back with the rest of the members who were killing themselves laughing.
"Where the fuck did you come up with that task?" One of the guys asked. It's hilarious. After we'd had a drink and some food, we went back out and watched the pledges do their chairs. Once they were basically done, Kelly inspected the chairs.
"Not bad, although they will need more work. It is important that each of you personalize the chairs with your signature as the chairs will be donated to the old Queers home next week. Turn and sit on the chair you painted and leave your ass print as your signature." If the guys weren't already covered in paint before, they certainly were by the time they say on the chairs.
"Excellent work pledges, now go and clean each other up. Pick a partner and scrub each other clean. We have provided the scrub brushes that you will use to make sure all the paint is off your bodies. For those of you that are uncircumcised, make sure you get under the foreskin as you don't want paint left over." They paired up and were each handed a hard bristle brush to clean up with. I could just imagine how painful that might be on the balls or on a sensitive dick head. We followed them to the shower room and watched as they cleaned each other up. Several of the pledges got hard as they were being groped and fondled as they got scrubbed. They were told to stay wet and headed back into the main room. The curtain at the side of the room was open and a pit of sand was visible.
"Okay pledges. Into the sand and get yourselves completely covered." One at a time the rolled around in the sand pit and came out like supervillains. They were told to get on their hands and knees, one behind the other, with the guy who got fucked by Brandon in the front.
"Place your hands on the back of the knees of the pledge in front of you. Then place your face into his ass crack." The pledge at the front had a collar placed around his neck and a leash attached to it. He was led around the room as they all followed along like a giant sand snake. Q members walked beside them to keep the pledges faces tight into the ass of the guy in front. I couldn't imagine how abrasive the sand must have been on them as they crawled around the room for the better part of a half an hour. I loved it. At the end, they were led through a pit of syrup which basically covered most of their bodies. As the last one exited and they all were dripping slime everywhere, a giant bag of feathers was released from above them. They were a fucking mess. Tarred and feathered...without the tar. I couldn't believe it. Once the feathers finished falling and the pledges were spitting them out of their mouths, they were all stood up and a few wiped their faces, just in time for a second bag to drop on them. Kelly instructed them to pick another partner again.
"Make sure you pick someone that you haven't been partnered with already and say hello by giving each other a big bear hug." As the pledges stuck themselves together it was hilarious to watch peel apart as the syrup stretched between the two, with feathers everywhere. "Oh come on pledges, I think you can get to know each other better than that. One at a time drop to your knees and clean the syrup and feathers off your partners cock and balls. Once you have him clean, switch places. I want to see shiny cocks and balls."
I thought to myself what it must be like to taste sand, syrup and feathers in addition to giving a blowjob. Not exactly one of the main food groups. The pledges were spitting sand and feathers as if they were licking the bottom of a bird cage. Some must have been doing a great job as the hardons were waving everywhere as the task continued. Once again they were sent to scrub each other clean and it took considerably longer as they guys were a mess. By the time they finished their skin looked like it was red raw. The guys were told to put their shorts on as they took a break to have a sandwich and drink before the next task, which would be the last one for the day.
"It's sports hour pledges. Four of you will play Frisbee golf; the other four will be playing basketball. Here's how it works. The Frisbee golf players will stand in four parts of the warehouse and will keep themselves erect while our members throw a Frisbee ring to try and get it on your cock. For basketball, two pledges will stand on a chair at opposite ends of the court and form the hoop. The other players will stand behind them and keep them stable for shots such as a slam dunk. You keep them stable by having your thumb in their asses to hold them up. At half time, the two players will switch place." Kelly picked the teams and had them stripped and placed where he needed them. The rest of us got ready to play the game we wanted. Half took basketball, the others did the Frisbee golf. As always, we kept our masks on, but had the option of staying in shirt and shorts, of just shorts, or if we wanted could be naked, although none of us chose that option today. We played for more than an hour as the pledges rotated through the games. The hardest part, no pun intended, were the guys on Frisbee golf trying to stay erect to catch a hollow ring Frisbee. Of course to protect the pledges, they were given goggles for their eyes, as some of the members were really shitty throws.
When we were done, the pledges were allowed to pick a piece of paper from a hat. Half said top, the other said bottom. Each set picked a number from 1 to 4 and they were paired up with their matching numbered partner. Then it was a supposed simple matter of fucking until they came. Throughout the day all 8 remained, having lost only the two at the beginning. Kelly told the guys that the first day, which was by far the easiest, was over.
"Next week, we will pick you up at 10am and you will stay overnight and be returned Sunday at noon. Between now and then, you must complete at least one of three tasks. Either remove the rest of your body hair including head and eyebrows, making yourself completely bald, except for eyelashes; paint yourself in a fluorescent color from head to toe; or pierce both nipples with hoops. We have taken down all your phone numbers and may text you at any time with a task to complete within the next month. We accept no excuse for not completing it. If you wish to do more than one task, that is up to you. If you are into waiting outside your residence at 10 am, we will assume you have quit. Time to get dressed. First put your shirts on backwards and inside out."
All of the guys did that quickly as they found their stuff in a big pile on the stage. Then they had to put their pants on, followed by their underwear, shoes and then socks. They all looked ridiculous and were told that they would be dropped off in a park in town and would have to get home dressed as they were. After they were blindfolded and taken out to the vehicles, the five of us decided to go get Troy and go bowling. The day was fun, but we had certainly done better pledging than that. Not bad for Kelly's first attempt and we were sure he would come up with more interesting stuff over the next weeks as they discussed how the day had gone. As we pulled up at Troy's apartment, I told the guys I would run up and get him. He buzzed me in and met me at the door.
"Hey Justin!" He greeted me with a big hug. I heard the water running in the bathroom.
"Were you having a shower or something?"
"No, I just have a friend over. He'll be done in a second."
"So, the guys are all downstairs, want to come bowling with us?"
"Sure, but I'm not very good at it," he said quickly.
"That's okay, it's just for fun. We'll have some nachos, drinks and play with our balls."
"We could just go back to your place to do that," he joked. The bathroom door opened and a young guy about Troy's age came out naked drying his hair.
"Whoa, who the fuck are you?" he said as he quickly covered himself with the towel.
"This is Justin, my big brother," Troy told him smiling. "Justin this is Lawrence."
"Oh yeah, I heard about you. You're a fag right?"
"Not that it matters, but yes I'm gay."
"So you wanna give me 20 bucks and I'll blow you?"
"No. I just came to pick up my brother to go bowling."
"Bowling. Damn, you really are gay," he said as he went over to the bed, dropped his towel and put on his ratty old underwear.
"Nice friend, Troy. Where did you meet him?"
"He's a street kid, like me," he replied. I noticed that he still referred to himself as a street kid.
"Why don't you give him a pair of your new underwear. Those look like yours did when I first met you."
"You like looking at my underwear?" Lawrence said as he turned around. The dirty grey oversize boxers literally hanging off him.
"No, not really, but maybe you'd prefer something that fits better."
"Or maybe you'd just like me to take them off so you can see me naked?"
"Dude, relax. You're cute, but I'm not here to have sex with you. I simply came over to pick up my brother and have him join us for bowling. You're welcome to come along if you want. We'll be having hot dogs, nachos and other food if you want."
"Bowling's for queers and girls," he said as he looked for clothes to wear in his duffle bag.
Troy handed him a pair of better fitting boxers which he shrugged and took. He made a point of facing me as he stripped and then lifted his cock as if showing it to me. I couldn't help but watch.
"Like what you see? 20 bucks and you can suck me, or I'll blow you but if you cum in my mouth, you have to give me another 20."
"I'll pass thanks."
"Your loss. I have a really thick cock. Most gay guys like you enjoy it."
"Anyway, my original offer is open. Food and drinks while we bowl," I said trying to ignore his crudeness.
"Drinks like beer? You got pot as well?"
"No alcohol for those under age at the bowling alley but if you want pot, I'm sure we can get you a joint."
"Good, we can smoke up and then I'll eat, but I'm not fucking bowling or sleeping with you unless you pay for it. Troy must really put out for you to be supporting him with this place. Dude, I'm gonna leave my shit here if that's okay," he said as he headed towards the door.
"Sure. You can pick it up later."
"Just for the record Lawrence. Troy pays his own rent and bills. No one is supporting him at all."
"Right. Got it," he said as he winked at me.
Lawrence's clothes were dirty and pretty messed up, but at least he didn't smell bad as he was obviously showering regularly. I didn't know if this guy was a good influence or not, but I remembered how rough Troy was when we first met him. Survival was his instinct until he got to trust us. Maybe Lawrence was the same, although he seemed way rougher I remember Troy being. We got down to the vehicle and I introduced him to everyone.
"Nice fucking vehicles. You guys must be loaded, huh? Hey dude are you even old enough to drive or is this like a stolen truck?" he said to Kyle.
"No, this is my truck and I'm old enough," he grinned as the two guys climbed aboard and we headed over to the bowling alley. As we arrived and parked, Lawrence jumped out first.
"Are we smoking a spliff or what?" He asked as we all got out of the vehicles and were together.
Colin looked at me and raised an eyebrow. If he'd said `fascinating' I'd have wet myself, but then it would only be logical! Alex said he needed one, so we headed into the alley. We all smoked up since it was on the go and then went to grab a lane. Lawrence didn't bother getting shoes as he was more interested in food and drinks. As we put shoes on and got ready to bowl, I noticed Lawrence going around and emptying partial glasses of beer at tables that hadn't been cleared. He was also helping himself to food. I gave Troy money to go buy stuff so that he could stop his friend from cleaning old plates off. They came back with half the concession stand and most of us watched in stunned silence as the small framed guy ate everything and then looked around for more. I would have handed him money directly to go buy stuff, but I knew he would just pocket it and still go scavenging. I took food orders from everyone and got another ton of food including beer which Lawrence took as his right to drink without asking. He was a walking garbage disposal. As we bowled, I noticed that Lawrence was going through the pockets of our jackets on the bench.
"Seriously? You're stealing from us?" I asked as I sat down beside him.
"No. I was looking for some change so I could go buy a pop," he said quickly dropping the stolen phone in his hand.
"Not cool buddy. We always help our friends, but not if you steal or lie to us."
"I'm not your friend though am I? I don't even know you. Hell all you guys are fags and none of you want a blow job or anything. You must be the only gay guys in the city who don't want sex."
"Try being a little less of an asshole and people might help you more. We love sex and you are definitely cute, but we're not going to pay you, and you've made it clear you don't have sex with guys for free."
"Fuck no. I only do that shit to get money. It's faster than begging for hours at a time. I can suck or fuck a couple guys in an hour and make a few hundred bucks, or sit on the street all day and only make 30."
"Well don't be dragging Troy along with you. We've been helping him to get his life together again and he doesn't need to be pulled backwards. We'll help you too if you want."
"I don't want your help, man. I can look after myself. I'm not gonna be your sex toy to play with whenever you want. Troy seems happy with it, so that's his problem."
I leaned in close to him and whispered just loud enough for him to hear. "Troy isn't a sex toy. He's my brother and is working hard to get back to a life that he wants. You better not be stealing shit from him, like you're trying to do with us. You hurt my brother and I'll deal with you personally."
"Street code, bro. We don't steal from each other."
"Good to hear and just for the record, if you didn't have so much attitude, I definitely would have been more than willing to help you out. You're killer cute, but the shitty attitude makes you much less desirable to be around." I stood up and went to take my turn bowling after quietly telling Colin to keep an eye on Lawrence. Once I knocked down all but one pin, I returned and gave him 50 bucks and told him to leave our stuff alone and try being a better friend to Troy.
"So what? You want me to fuck you or something?"
"No, just thought you needed it. Try bowling, who knows, maybe you'd like it."
"And maybe I wouldn't. Prancing around in gay shoes isn't my thing, yo."
Troy came over and sat down. "So you guys getting to know each other?"
"Yep, I've learned a lot about your friend."
"Maybe he could come over and go swimming later if that's okay."
I wanted to yell hell no, but I kept going back and thinking about what Troy was like originally. He was suspicious of us too but eventually came around. Something about Lawrence was a lot cruder. He didn't have the pleasant manners that Troy had; he was truly a street kid. "Sure, if he wants to."
"I can't swim and I don't have a suit," he replied quickly.
"That's okay bud, I'm sure Justin can lend you one of his. The shallow end of the pool is only waist deep and they have a hot tub too."
"I guess I could hang out for a while if you're going. I don't got anything to do until later. Maybe I should go skinny dipping so I can get one of the guys to give me some cash for looking at my junk," he smiled looking at me.
"I doubt it. We see naked guys every day without paying for it. Hell the only way I'd give you money is to pound that tight little ass of yours."
"I'm sure you'd like that queer boy. I'll bet you'd like my big thick cock in your ass more though," he grinned and grabbed his crotch. I tried not to look, but it was definitely a nice package I had seen on him earlier. It was my turn to bowl again and Troy wanted to go get some more food so he took Lawrence with him.
"Wow, he's a bit of an asshole, huh?" Colin remarked as I went towards him.
"A little bit, but he's got that same defense shield up that Troy used to have. I have a feeling he's been on the street a long time whereas Troy had only been out there for a couple years. This kid is `street' right to the core."
"Let me guess. He's your next project?"
"I dunno. I'm just worried that he's not a good influence for Troy. Maybe we should let Troy move in sooner, rather than later. I'd hate to see him be swayed the wrong way by this guy, or even get into something illegal."
"I agree, but I don't think we have to worry about Troy. Sounds like he's trying to help the guy, like we helped him."
"Possibly, now get outta my way sweetie it's time for a strike!" I giggled as I kissed him and went to take my turn. I only got three of the five pins down, but I never said I was good at bowling. Of the five of us, Jason was the best so he had the honor of paying for the games. Of course Lawrence thought that was gay' and that the loser should have to pay. We headed home and told Troy to take Lawrence upstairs to get him some shorts to wear. None of us had any intention of wearing anything as usual, no doubt that would also be considered gay'. By the time Troy and Lawrence returned in their swim shorts we were in the water already.
"Gross. You guys are all naked in here. That's totally sick dude," he complained after having splashed around for a while and saw a few asses.
"So I'm guessing you wouldn't like it if we all started fucking then, huh?" Jason said as he kissed Alex.
"Fuck no. Who the hell would want to see that? Take me back to Troy's so I can get my shit if that's what you're gonna be doing," he said as he waded over to his friend and stuck to him closely.
"You really are uptight for a guy who doesn't mind giving or receiving blowjobs."
"Hey I gotta survive. It's not like I'd do it for free like a fag."
"So what won't you do for money?"
"I don't take it up the ass and I wouldn't kill someone."
"So you don't mind fucking a guy or blowing him, but you won't take a stiff one in your hole? What if I offered you 500 bucks right now to bend over and let me drill you?"
"Christ, you really are a homo aren't you? You'd give me $500?"
"I'm just asking if you'd change your principles if the money was high enough."
"How big is your dick?"
"8 ½" I grinned listening to his tone change when money was involved.
"I've seen bigger. Not sure I'd want it in my ass though."
"Don't worry I wouldn't put it in your ass. I can fuck anyone of these guys for free and they'd enjoy it and wouldn't be assholes about it," I laughed as I swam away.
"Prick," he said as I headed away and grinned to myself.
Troy and Lawrence went and used the trampoline for a while after they got tired of the pool and hot tub. Kyle came over and sat beside me in the water and grabbed my dick and held onto it as if it were an arm rest.
"Troy's new friend asked me if I wanted a blowjob for $20."
"Yeah, he's kinda direct about it isn't he?"
"He said I could blow him as well and he let me feel his dick. It seems pretty nice, although he really needs to shave his pubes a bit."
"That's up to you, but I don't recommend you get into paying him for sex. You can have sex with anyone for free."
"Wanna have sex with me right now?" he said as he lay his head on my shoulder and used his other hand to tweak my nipple as the one under water began to stroke me.
"Not right now, buddy. I think it might piss off our guest."
"Awww. Maybe it's just `cause you're gonna be a married man soon and will only want Colin."
"Dream on, little man. As if Colin could satisfy me all by himself," I said loud enough for my husband-in-waiting to hear.
Colin looked over and stuck his tongue out at me. "You might be sorry you said that. Looks like you won't be getting any sleep tonight."
"YAY!" I chuckled. Kyle let go of me and headed back to the pool without saying much else. He was joined by Lawrence a little while later as Troy came and got into the water with me and sat tight against me.
"So what do you think of Lawrence? He's a pretty cool guy right?"
"He reminds me a lot of you when we first met," I said thinking quickly. Troy smiled and nodded. "Just make sure he doesn't make you do something you don't want to do."
Troy laughed. "Don't worry, he's straight, so we don't' have sex or anything, although we've slept in my bed a few times, but just to sleep."
"Just watch your money and property, bro. You've worked hard for that stuff."
"He's okay. No worries."
I watched as Lawrence and Kyle headed into the house together and it looked as if they were going upstairs. I had a feeling Lawrence may be getting his 20 bucks. Ten minutes later they returned and from the look on Kyle's face someone got something, but I figured it was none of my business. I took Troy and Lawrence home and was almost thankful to be rid of the new kid. He had attitude most of the night, although he did seem to enjoy himself around the house playing pool and hanging out with Troy. I suppose when you're on the streets you have to put up a major defense shield to avoid getting hurt or ripped off. I wasn't used to that as almost everyone I'd associated with in my life hung around with me because they liked me. If Troy wanted to be friends with him, then I'd try as well, when it was required. I got home and headed for bed with Colin who told me that he didn't like Lawrence very much either. I lay face down and let Colin bury his tongue deep in my ass before sliding his cock up and down my crack and eventually popping it in and fucking me gently. I eventually fell asleep with my head on his chest and my arm across his stomach. A few days later, I was playing pool with Jason, Alex and Colin when Kyle loudly banged the garage door as he entered the house, startling all of us with the noise. He stumbled down the stairs and as he headed towards us he started throwing his clothes off until he was naked. He got to the pool table and roughly pushed me forward onto it and yanked my sweatpants and underwear to the floor.
"Hi Kyle!" I said amused at his aggressive behaviour.
"Fuck off, Justin. Since you don't really love me, and only want me for sex then I'll just stay naked and you can use me when your boyfriend doesn't put out enough." I was shocked. Not just by his words but by the fact he was hammered out of his tree. He was just about to shove his cock in me and go at it, but I went to stand up to find out what was wrong. Kyle slammed me back down and held me with both hands as he kicked my legs apart.
"Stay still so I can fuck you. That's all you want me for anyway isn't it?" He tried to get his dick in my ass again but I moved and pushed him back. He may be a couple years younger, but we were basically the same height and weight now, so it wasn't like he was a little kid. "So you don't want me to fuck, how about if you all take a ride on me instead," he slurred as he bent over the table and spread his ass cheeks.
"So, fuck me already. Throw a load in there and then put me out with the rest of the trash."
We all looked at each other, wondering what the hell was going on. Kyle had been drunk before, but he was always happy and outgoing. This was a side of him that none of us had ever seen, and personally it scared me a bit as this wasn't him at all.
"Kyle, stop it. What's happened? Why are you being like this?" I asked as I tried to look at his face as he bent over the pool table.
"As if you don't know. I thought you loved me, but instead, I'm just a fuck toy for you and all your friends to use whenever you want. Troy and Lawrence told me you just use your money to buy people and get sex out of them. I'm nothing but a piece of shit. Fuck me already and let's get this over with so I can go do my homework, and wait for the next time you get horny. I guess you don't really love me after all. Stupid dumb worthless Kyle."
My head was spinning and everyone just stood dumbfounded. I was even more shocked as I hadn't given Lawrence or Troy money for sex. If anything, I assumed Kyle had.
"Kyle, we do love you and I thought you liked having sex with us. Talk to me baby. What's gone wrong?"
"Whatever, Justin. No one wants me. Hell even now, I'm naked and you don't want me because it doesn't suit you to fuck me right now." Colin went to put his arm around him, but Kyle stood up and pushed him aside. Jason came over to help restrain Kyle and got punched in the shoulder.
"Fuck off and leave me alone. If you don't want me for sex, then I guess you don't want me at all do you? I'd be better off living on the street," he screamed as he turned and stumbled out to the pool and threw himself into it and sank to the bottom.
"Holy shit!" I yelled as I ran out and dove in fully clothed. I grabbed him under the arms and swam to the edge of the pool where the others helped get him out of the water. He was crying as we dried him off and got him back in the house. Three of us took Kyle up to his room and put him to bed while Alex got a large glass of water and some aspirin. We made him drink it and I asked the guys if they would give me a moment alone with him. They left and I lay beside Kyle for a moment as he finished the water.
"Okay honey, talk to me. You're scaring me."
"Forget it Justin. You don't really care about me anymore. You have Colin and your new brothers now, so you don't need me hanging around. I love you so much it hurts and you only want Colin. Even my own parents don't want me. Maybe the world would be better off without me."
In my mind I kinda wondered when something might happen, especially after reading his journal entries, and here it was. The inevitable meltdown.
"Kyle, I do love you. I've always loved you, and the fact that I'm marrying Colin won't change that. A person can love more than one person at a time, they just can't marry more than one. How do I prove that to you baby?"
"Marry me instead." He slurred as tears poured down his face. I pulled him against me and he snuggled in and rested his head on my chest. "I want to be yours forever."
"You are mine forever, Kyle." He was ripping my heart out as I really had no idea what else to say. I'm sure psychologists might suggest something drastic like let it go and just continue to be kind to him without leading him on and to definitely stop having sex with him. Both Colin and I loved Kyle like he was a part of us and when we all slept together it just felt extremely comfortable. So I was trying to figure out what to do now.
"Colin," I said loudly knowing that he wouldn't be far away. He came in quickly and closed the door.
"I think I need your help on this one. Kyle is in love with me and has been for a while now. This thing tonight is because he thinks I don't love him anymore since we're getting married in a couple months."
Colin sat on the bed next to Kyle, sandwiching him between us. "Kyle, Justin loves you as much as you love him. I can see it in his face when he talks about you, and I love you as well as you. I couldn't imagine not having you in our lives. Hell, if we could all get married we would. Maybe we should adopt you."
"You can't. I'm not a little kid you know, I'm Epancimated." He said getting the word mixed up as he sniffed with his head against me.
"The point is Kyle, that you are as big a part of this family as anyone. We're not like your parents; we'll always be here for you and will always love you. I know it feels like things are going to change, but it won't baby. No at all!"
I forgot about his parents throwing him out. Shit, I should have thought about that. I hugged him closer and Colin kissed him on the cheek.
"You're almost a bad ass drunk, Kyle. Never seen the fighting side of you before. Almost like you grew a pair overnight."
I saw a bit of a smile out of him.
"Buddy, you have tons of people who love you, starting with Aaron. Anyway, I don't know why you would love Justin so much. There's lots of guys like him around. I mean exactly like him..." he laughed. "Plus he's a total slut and he's been ridden more than Skytrain. He told me just yesterday that he got poked more than a hundred times in just one day."
"Hey, that wasn't sex, it was on my phone!" I complained as I grinned.
Kyle snickered a little between sniffs and I was happy that he was calming down again. I rubbed his hair and it wasn't long before he had passed out against me. I slowly slid out from under him and we put him to bed properly and left quietly. As we got back downstairs with the other two, they asked how he was and we told them what had happened.
"He's got it pretty bad, huh? I've never seen Kyle like that before," Jason remarked slightly concerned.
"I think he's just worried that we'll throw him out, considering what happened with his parents. Maybe there's more to it, but we'll wait until he's sober to find out," Colin said.
We all headed off to bed hoping that the Kyle we knew would return in the morning. No matter what, there was a problem that we that were going to have to deal with so that he didn't flare up again. I had trouble sleeping all night and even cried a bit as I thought about what Kyle had said. Especially the part where he said that Troy and Lawrence thought I just used money to get sex out of people. I thought back to all the things I'd done and wondered if everyone thought that. It had never crossed my mind that I was seen as being like that. I always believed that I helped people because they needed it. Colin told me not to worry about it, but it wasn't him that had just been totally dissed in front of everyone.
I woke up fairly early and threw my robe on to go look in on Kyle. I sat on his bed and he woke up quickly. He took a drink of the water beside his bed. "How you feeling?" I asked.
"Hangover, but nothing serious. Sorry about last night."
"No, I'm sorry Kyle. I had no idea that you felt I was using money to have sex with you. I would have helped you exactly the same if you were straight and never even let me see you naked. I honestly thought you liked playing around with all of us. I'll stop today if you feel that bad about it."
He started to cry. "No, please don't. I didn't mean it. I would rather sleep with you every night than sleep alone, and yeah I like it when it's just you and me, but I also love it when all three of us are together."
"You know I love you no matter what right? When you find a guy and get married yourself, move out, get fat and go bald, I'll still be there for you for all the good and bad times that you may encounter. I love you for who you are. Did Troy really say that I use my money to buy people?"
"No, it was Lawrence. They were talking about how you offered him 500 bucks to give up his ass, and all Troy said was that you guys had had sex and Lawrence said that's why you gave him the job and apartment."
"Wow, I knew I didn't like that guy. I questioned him what his limits were and when he told me that he wouldn't get fucked, I asked if he would if someone gave him 500 dollars." In my head, I knew I was going to have to go over and make sure Troy didn't really believe that.
"Don't ever feel obligated to have sex with anyone here. It won't EVER change things. Even if you become a straight boy, it won't change things. Oh, and by the way. If you ever drive home drunk again, I'll take your truck away from you. I rather have you pissed at me than dead."
"I know. I was just being stupid last night, sorry. I really hate the idea of you getting married, as it feels like I'll be alone again, but I know I'm just being stupid. Colin has told me the same thing too. I just can't help it. Can I stay home from school today?"
"You don't need my permission, just make sure to call the school and let them know you're not coming in and text Aaron. You want anything for breakfast?"
"A blowjob?" he grinned. There he was back again. Whew. Thank god.
"I was thinking maybe cereal or coffee?" I laughed.
"I'm going back to sleep if I'm not getting laid," he said as he sat up and kissed me with his hangover breath. I hugged him tight and told him that I loved him. He whispered it back.
Later in the morning I called Troy and we talked for a while about Kyle's comment and he said there was no way he felt like that, but he just didn't know what to say to Lawrence. He said he couldn't ask for better brothers and friends. I was relieved and my one night of misery was behind me.
The next day, Jason burst into the house and ran down to the activity room. "Grab your suits and your wallets boys, we're going to an art auction fundraiser," he announced as he came down the stairs. "We leave in an hour and I've called for a car."
Colin and I looked at each other. "Since when do we go to art auctions?" I asked him.
"As of today. It's for a good cause and we can get some art for the new house," he smiled.
We got dressed to go along with him and Alex. Even Kyle chose to come along, since he said he'd never been to one before. The limousine was waiting outside and we all climbed in looking fine in our suits and ties. I really hate ties, but at least we looked awesome.
"We just have to make one stop first, before we get to the auction," Jason said as the car wound its way to our destination. It stopped and the driver got out to open the door for Cory and his mom. They climbed in and said hi to us. Cory bounced over to sit next to Jason looking very dapper in his suit. Sheila looked amazing as well in a bright red dress. Cory seemed pretty good at telling Jason and I apart, although he probably didn't care which was which as he just figured he now had two big brothers. We pulled up at our destination and got out. It was my old high school. A red carpet ran from the door to the curb and two teenagers in black tuxedos opened the door for us. We stepped out and I was thoroughly confused. I would have thought that an art auction would be at an art gallery, but what did I know. I'd never been to one before. We were shown to the school theatre and signed in at the door. They gave each of us a program and a large auction paddle about the size of a badminton racquet, just with a shorter handle. They explained that if you bid, you held up the paddle with our number on it. If you won, they recorded your number and you paid when you left. As we entered the theatre we were handed champagne and shown to seats. Cory was super excited as he held his Mom's paddle in one hand and his champagne in the other. I had no idea why a 10 year old was being given champagne or would want to go to an art auction. Hell, I barely wanted to go. The theatre filled about three-quarters full and eventually someone came onto the stage.
"Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome to Capitol Hill Elementary School's third grade Art Auction. Items up for bid today are presented in pairs. The first is the artwork from the student's themselves and the other is an item donated by the parent of the student. Each item is bid on separately and money raised will be used to fund future art programs, including trips to band competitions."
"Geez Jason, I thought we were going to a real art auction. Why didn't you tell us it was for Cory?"
"That's half the fun. Wait till you taste the champagne," he smiled. I took a sip and looked at him with a smirk. It was ginger ale. I laughed. "Here's to getting some great art work," I said as I raised my glass and we clinked them together with everyone. Cory made sure to go down the line and get everyone's glass before he downed his `champagne'. The auction began and some of the student art was pretty good and it had been put into frames or on canvas, or done in clay. There were many varieties of art. I was partial to the macaroni and spaghetti sculpture of the Titanic. I bid on it, but lost to a 10 year old in the fourth row. We bid on lots of things that were of interest and even won a few small things, usually the donations from the parents.
"The next item up for bid is from Cory Mills. This ceramic cup and saucer set features a Star Wars theme motif. A must for any collector. We start the bid at 5 dollars."
Sheila held up her paddle. The bidding climbed 5 dollars at a time as all of us bid against each other. Cory asked his Mom if he could hold the paddle up once and raised it to bid $30 on his own piece.
I held up my paddle, "100 dollars" I yelled out. Sheila looked at me and smiled.
"150 dollars," yelled Jason. The room applauded.
"175" I yelled out. A few murmurs broke out around the room.
Alex held his paddle up and bid 200, followed by Colin at 250. Kyle didn't want to be left out and drove the price to 300. Cory giggled his ass off excitedly as we bid against each other for his art. Jason leaned in to Cory and whispered to him and handed him the paddle.
"500" he squeaked as loud as he could, holding up the paddle. It caused a bit of laughter, but Jason acknowledged the bid with a nod to the stage. The whole theatre was watching us as we kept raising our paddles. The auctioneer was lost as to how to proceed, normally driving the price up only $5 at a time. We were now jumping up by hundreds.
"Come on guys, this is going to a good cause, let's really have some fun with it," said Colin as he held his paddle up and yelled "one thousand dollars!" Sheila leaned over to talk to us.
"Guys, this is really nice, but not necessary."
"Sure it's necessary. Plus I want the cup and saucer. It'll look good in the china cupboard in the dining room."
"No way you're outbidding me for my little brother's work. It's a one of a kind collector's piece. 1100," yelled Jason holding his paddle up.
"1200," I said sticking my tongue out at Jason, causing Cory to cheer me on.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we have 1200 for this Star Wars cup and saucer from Cory Mills. Do we hear 1300?" The announcer said getting her groove back. Alex had stopped bidding but Kyle was still in it as he held up his paddle.
"1300. 1400, 1400?"
Jason held up his paddle. Another gasp from around the room.
"1400. Do we hear 1500? 1500, going once, going twice. Sold for 1400 dollars!" The room erupted in cheers for us. Cory leapt into Jason's lap and threw his arms around him, making it all worthwhile. Sheila smiled and mouthed a big thank you to us. Then it was time for the item that she had donated. It was a large tree shaped candle that truly was artistic. Lots of people bid on it, but we left them behind as we drove the price to 600 dollars which Colin won as and told Jason he would give it to him as a housewarming gift. We all laughed and the auction moved on. Kyle saw an item he really wanted which was a Lego model of the grand staircase from Harry Potter's Hogwarts. It was actually pretty amazing and must have taken ages to make. As he began to bid, a young guy a couple of rows behind us was bidding against him raising the price 5 dollars at a time.
"Keep bidding," Kyle said to me as he stood up and went to sit next to the kid and talked to him as the bidding continued.
"What was that about?" Alex asked him.
"I wanted to find out if he really wanted it, or if he was trying to push the price up," Kyle replied.
"And..." I asked.
"He's the kid who made it and wanted to buy it back as it took most of his Lego collection. I told him I'd replace his Lego if he let me buy it."
"95 dollars," said the auctioneer.
"400 dollars," yelled Kyle as he looked back at the young guy and winked at him. The kid smiled. Kyle now had a Lego model of Hogwarts. I laughed.
At the end of the day we had spent more money than if we'd gone to a real art auction, but definitely had more fun. Those of us that had won a bid quickly ran across the street to the ATM during the reception once the auction was complete so that we could get money instead of having to pay by credit card. Some people were paying by cheques, but we hadn't remembered to bring the chequebook as we hardly ever used them. I kept forgetting that old people still used cheques.
Kyle went over to the kid he'd promised to help and handed his parents the same amount that he'd bid for the Lego. They told him that it was way too much, but he insisted saying that if he didn't use it for Lego, maybe he could build something else just as cool. They thanked him and Kyle came back looking very happy indeed. The principal of the elementary school came over with Cory as he introduced us to her.
"These are my big brothers. Jason, Justin, Kyle, Colin and Alex." He said to her.
"They're all your brothers?" She asked.
"Not my really real brothers. Jason is officially my big brother, but we all hang together."
I smiled as he explained himself.
"Well thank you for all you did tonight, Cory's brothers. You helped us well beyond anything we had expected and the kids will appreciate it when they enter the art programs next year thanks to your generosity."
"And they bought the art from me and my Mom," Cory said as he held Jason's hand. She smiled and thanked us again. Cory dragged Jason and Alex all over the stage introducing them to all his friends and their parents. He had no problem saying that Jason was his brother, and that Alex was his brother-in-law or Jason's husband. Makes you wonder at what point kids become hateful or homophobic since they don't have a problem with it at a young age at all.
We paid our bill and collected our stuff before heading home. Cory and Sheila had bought a painting from one of Cory's friends, which I thought was nice. All in all it was a very fun night. We took Sheila and Cory out to dinner with us before dropping them at home.
The next big event the next week was the announcement from Justin and Alex that they had taken possession of the house. We excitedly went in to look around at their new home. I liked the layout as it had a semi-circular staircase and the bedrooms were along a narrow hallway that overlooked the kitchen and breakfast alcove. The coolest feature was the media room on the lower floor. It had a kick ass sound system that the previous owners had left as part of the purchase. It was also soundproof and had space enough for a monster TV where Jason said they would put a new transparent 3D type. I wanted to live in that room. They turned on the satellite radio and cranked it. It think if the Slam'r sound system ever broke, we could bring everyone over to this house and keep the party going. It was the best thing I'd ever seen. Between our activity room with its killer system and Jason's, we could throw two different parties at once and never hear each other. As we looked out into the back yard, I could picture how amazing it would look when we took down the fence and made one massive back yard. Between the two houses we now had a mansion of sorts. Their kitchen was fucking awesome too. All their taps were activated by touch which was seriously cool and something I would add to our house. We also had decided to add the biometric door locks to both houses and set all our fingerprints into them so that we could enter either one. The alarm systems were still separate though, but we would put a panel at either end of the connecting hallway in case we crossed into the other house when the renos were done. Alex and Jason were thrilled with the new place and we quickly helped them move the stuff they had from our house to theirs. Of course a bed and a few trinkets didn't fill much, so the next fun thing we got to do was go shopping. Kyle suggested Ikea but Jason wanted some higher end stuff for the main pieces, although Ikea was awesome for the smaller stuff. Shopping was my favorite thing to do...after sex...so we started at an upscale place for the couches, chairs etc., and ended at Ikea. We each took a shopping cart when we got to the market place on the lower floor of the large blue and yellow store and shopped our asses off. Jason and Alex approved each item and by the time we got to the checkouts we had so much stuff, it filled the car and truck and we still had a shitload that wouldn't fit, so I waited with the stuff while the guys ran home and unloaded and came back. I was bored just waiting around but at least I had my phone with some good games. By the time we finished shopping to fill the house; I think I was truly shopped out, which is almost an impossibility. We had bought everything from dishes and cutlery to candles and pillows and everything in between. If there was anything left in Ikea when we left we would probably go back tomorrow and get it. The major furniture wouldn't be delivered until tomorrow, so the only room that had anything in it was the bedroom.
We picked Troy up on the way home and decided to have some fun with sledge hammers. We went nuts as we smashed and destroyed the fence between the two properties. I half expected the neighbors to complain again and send the cops as we were making so much noise. We had pieces of fence everywhere and when we finally knocked it all down and looked around, we had a yard bigger than I imagined. I was sure there were some neighborhood parks that weren't that big. Troy came out with a massive squirt gun that he had found in our house and started a game of tag as we raced around the yard, ending with all of us leaping into the pool to cool off. I just wondered what the hell we were going to do with the giant pile of lumber in the corner of the yard now. Over the next couple weeks, contractors worked furiously to renovate the houses and back yard to get all the things done we wanted before the wedding, as we planned on having people back to the house afterwards.
A really cool large BBQ and gas fireplace area was installed on Jason's side as well as an awesome tranquil garden with a small pond in front of it. I thought maybe they were digging to China as the hole created for the whole thing was incredible. At first I guessed they were building a pool, especially when they brought in the cement trucks, but eventually they just covered it over and placed a beautiful wooded seating area and zen like garden or something. It had small bushes around it, with some pathways and a couple of bridges over the cool pond area. I was in love with this area. I could see this being a place to totally get away from things. Although what I would want to get away from was yet to be determined as I like being around things. Troy didn't get his waterslide but we sure as hell thought about it and argued a lot. Jason and Alex put in a hot tub on their side in case they wanted some alone time, but we agreed that the one pool was enough. Even those areas had been redesigned to have rock walls around them and new lighting. Colin said it made it look less sterile than a standard pool. We could change the lighting around the rocks to make the pool different colors. It also had a random timer to change things on its own. We enlarged the basketball court to add a second net and moved the trampoline closer to it. The yard was almost in sections. Sports area, water zone, tranquil area and BBQ/firepit lounging area. It was the coolest yard I'd ever seen and once the new trees went in to give us additional shade, I figured I might never leave the house again. It you wanted privacy, it was set up so you could have it, but if you wanted a big party it would be suitable for that as well. I wanted to make out in every part of it.
The hallway between the two houses was done in such a way that from the outside it was barely noticeable as a couple of trees had been planted in front of the wall, making it look like we just had a shed or something. Inside we had removed our half bathroom that no one really used anyway and part of the hallway wall. When you walked from our main floor, through the extra wide hall, it went into their living room and you almost had no idea that you were in another house. I wanted to do a hidden panel type door that we could close if we needed to separate the two houses, but I was vetoed. Colin said we weren't gangsters that needed secret panels and getaway plans. Although we did have a fireproof divider installed in case we needed to close it between the two properties. As we all walked around the houses, it felt like we had more space than we would ever need for the rest of our lives.
"Okay guys, I have something really cool to show you," said Colin as he took us out to the back yard and we made our way to the tranquil garden. As soon as I got there I felt calm, so it was obviously working. Colin slid a wood panel aside on one of the pillars revealing another biometric scanner. He put his finger against it and a panel in the floor behind the seating area raised up, revealing a narrow stairwell.
"Oh my god, is it my panic room?" squealed Kyle.
"Knowing Colin, it might be a sex dungeon," I laughed.
"Or it could be a wine cellar," Colin chuckled as we went down into it. It was a wine cellar, but it had also been set up to be panic room if needed. He told us it was earthquake proof and had a generator and food supply. It was a secret hideout. Like a tree fort for adults, without the tree. Kyle was more excited than he had been when he got the truck. We all agreed that this would be our secret room in case we ever needed it for an emergency or of course for the wine. We all relaxed in the yard, proud of what we had done in such a short period of time. Alex showed me a special section of the zen garden with his pot plants growing behind some tall bushes. He figured that it would be the best place rather than in the house.
Colin and I been very busy planning things for the wedding and selecting a theme. While the wedding planner was handling most of it, and Colin seemed satisfied to just let me do whatever I wanted, there were still things we had to do together, like pick out tuxedos for everyone. Colin and I bought ours, but arranged for rental ones for everyone else. It was fun going down as a group to try them on and get the colors right.
Then we went to select wedding rings. My heart skipped a beat as I realized just how real this was becoming. We sat at the jewelers getting sized up and trying different gold bands on. As I saw our fingers with the rings on them, I had to choke back a lump in my throat as I grasped that I was about to become linked to someone for the rest of my life. I always thought that getting married was an ancient institution made for straight people, and no longer had a place in modern society. But once those rings went on our fingers, I got it. Some giant floodlight went off in my head and I realized that I was no longer going to be only Justin Masters. I was going to be one half of a pair. Half of a whole. He was going to be part of me, and I was going to become part of him. I always believed rings were just rings, a wedding certificate is just a piece of paper, and legally there was no difference between being common law partners, or being married. But when I saw us together for the first time, joined at the finger, it meant my soul mate and I were going to be complete. I got it, and my emotions were in overdrive. I held them in as we paid for the rings and each of us added an inscription for the other one. The jeweler said they would be ready to pick up in a week and we left holding hands. As we got outside, I began to cry as I couldn't hold in the emotion any longer. There was no doubt I was gay as I cried more than a newborn baby.
"What's the matter babe?" Colin asked as he stopped to look at me concerned.
"Nothing. Nothing at all. I just love you and can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."
"I love you too. Just never change sweetie. Always be the guy I fell in love with."
"Why did you fall in love with me?" I asked as we sat in the park and leant against each other.
"For your dick of course, dumbass," he grinned.
"Seriously?"
"No, of course not," he beamed. "At first, I noticed how beautiful you were and how your green eyes sparkled with excitement at everything. Some people have dead eyes; you have eyes that light up things miles ahead of you. Then as I got to know you, I found you to be a funny and very caring person. You love helping people and couldn't have cared less if I was rich or poor. You are honest and loving and perhaps the best person I've met in my entire left. I knew I wanted to spend my life with you almost from the first day we spent together on the boat. Oh, and it doesn't hurt that you are a nymphomaniac too."
"So it's all about sex. I knew it!" I giggled. "Seriously though, you think I'm all those things? Wow, I had no idea. I love you for almost exactly the same things. You don't act like a rich snob and are just so easygoing and loving no matter what happens. You are there for anyone who needs you and don't hesitate to get involved. I love your smile and your body and the smell of you. I love waking up next to you and looking at you as you sleep. Some days I look at you and wish we could merge our bodies together to become one, I want to be that close to you."
Colin leaned over and kissed me hard. We raced home and made love like we had just met. When my heart pounded harder each time he touched me I had no idea how it could get any better than this. All I needed was to take up smoking so I had something to do when we were lying together. Kyle burst in after school and jumped on the bed with us.
"Seriously? You guys are actually in bed at 4 in the afternoon. God, I can't wait until I finish school. That's when all the fun begins."
Well get your clothes off and the fun can begin now," laughed Colin.
"I can't. Aaron, Jordan, Troy and I are going camping for the weekend. But here's something to remember me by," he said as he stood up and dropped his pants and wiggled his cute little ass at us.
"Come here and let me fuck that!" I said as I jumped out of bed. He shrieked like a little girl and raced to his room with me running after him naked. He bounced on his bed and I jumped on top of him to tickle him. He continued shrieking and squealing. He was so high pitched I thought he might be shattering the china downstairs. I straddled his head with my dick right at his face.
"If you try and put that in my mouth, I'll bite it off," he giggled.
"Is that your way of saying you want some rough sex before you go camping?" I said as I wiped my dick over his cheeks.
He grinned and snapped his jaw at me. It was now my turn to squeak, as I jumped off him. He got up and threw some stuff into a backpack before heading out. I raced back to Colin and leapt into bed with him. "You realize we have the whole house to ourselves for a whole weekend. We can run around naked and have sex in any room we want."
"I'm not sure how that's different than any other day around here," snorted Colin as he rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply. We made out for a while until he felt me become aroused again. He kissed down my body until he got to my dick and held it up to look at it. I watched as he licked every inch of it and kissed the tip gently before he slowly engulfed it and I watched as my cock disappeared into his mouth. I could feel each inch as he licked and sucked it like an expert. Then as it hit the back of his throat, I let out a low moan. Colin worked my cock in and out of his mouth for several minutes before he pulled out and kissed it again. He licked down the outside of the shaft as he held on to it, and took each ball into his mouth and pulled on them slowly as he sucked them and ran his tongue over each one. He licked under my balls and I eagerly lifted my knees giving him the keys to the back door. After licking the length of my crack and tickling my hole, he must have thought we installed a biometric scanner in my ass because he put his thumb in to unlock it. I pulled my legs back and locked my hands around my knees to give him full access. He knelt behind me and pressed his hard, throbbing, beautiful 7½ inch circumcised penis into my waiting tunnel and made love to me once more. I put my legs onto his shoulders and pulled his head down so that we could kiss as we stayed coupled together. I loved the way he moved in and out as his penis was the perfect size for my ass. He wasn't in a hurry as we just enjoyed each other. When he finally released himself into me, he drove his tongue as far into my throat as he could and I pulled his head tight against mine and returned the passionate kiss. He went to pull out, but I put my hand on his ass and held him in place until we naturally slipped apart. Once it was over, I filled the Jacuzzi tub in our bathroom and poured in tons of bubble bath and we got in and sat against each other. The only thing missing was someone to feed us strawberries. I hugged him and we took our time as the water cooled and the bubbles massaged our muscles. We almost fell asleep in there until we realized we were actually hungry and got out and made dinner together in the kitchen. It wasn't like an episode of `Master Chef' or anything, but we didn't burn anything. We sat in the dining room and ate our meal with a bottle of wine, candles and mood music. It was a nice night and I hoped would be one of many for the next 70 years.
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