The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 82

Monday had arrived and was time for the BBQ and the arrival of Cory for three months, yikes! We prepared a room for him in Jason's house and went shopping to get some kid food that we knew he liked. That shit is hard to find. I looked all over the store for grilled cheese sandwiches. Couldn't find any. Troy asked if we should get him toys and stuff, but Jason explained that Cory would just bring his own stuff over and he would have a key to Sheila's house to get anything they forgot. Plus if Cory got homesick, he could sleep in his own room for a day or two if needed.

That afternoon when Sheila and Cory arrived, we all gathered around the BBQ pit as Alex cooked up one hell of a feast ranging from steaks to burgers and even hot dogs while Cory watched carefully in case he missed getting one. The table was laid out with chips, buns, salad and other assorted food and drink. Kyle bent close to Cory and whispered in his ear and they both took off for a few minutes. When they returned, Cory was carrying a big bowl full of condoms and altoids and placed it on the table. Sheila looked at him quizzically and smiled, probably figuring this was boys just being boys. I looked at the bowl and then at Cory.

"So what's this for?" I asked with a bit of a smirk.

"Kyle said that I had to put it out. It's the condom mints for the BBQ." He said with only the deadpan look a 10 year old can give you when he doesn't get the joke. I couldn't help myself as I broke down and howled with laughter. Sheila was trying hard not to laugh, but it was just too much as he snickered into her napkin. As each person came over and I made Cory tell them what it was, they joined us and pretty soon we were giddy from laughing so hard.

Cory still hadn't got it which made it even funnier. He opened one and unrolled it.

"Is this a water balloon?" he asked innocently. Sheila was trying hard not to lose it and looked at Jason.

"Well, I'm not explaining it," she said.

"What am I supposed to say?" Jason asked as he looked at her in horror.

"You know Cory, you can tell him the truth, or expect him to fill it up with water and attack."

"He's not ready for the truth yet. It would take way too much information to explain it at this point. He has many years before he needs to know," Jason quietly explained to her out of Cory's earshot. He went over to Cory and sat beside him. "Hey buddy; they're just a joke for the BBQ. We'll get some regular water balloons later and go up to the deck and attack everyone as the kings of the castle."

Cory smiled and seemed to accept that as Jason took the condom off him and got rid of it. He asked Kyle to take the bowl away and to go get some water balloons after dinner. Sheila gave him the thumbs up and smiled. Jason had won that round, but Cory hadn't even move in yet and he had already had to avert one possible situation.

"Are you sure you're ready for three months of him?" She asked.

"I am, but are you sure you want him hanging out with us for that long? You might leave a kid behind and get a teenager back when you return."

"He needs a male influence in his life and he loves you guys so much that he really thinks you're his brothers. I can't wait to hear about his adventures. I trust you Jason, as you've always been upfront about things. Just remember he's not fine china. He doesn't break that easily and he needs to learn how to be a boy. Age appropriate of course, but if he sees things or has questions, don't hesitate to answer him honestly. That's how we are at home."

"Of course," he smiled.

She handed over an envelope that contained everything he would need in case something came up. Such as a temporary letter of guardianship, birth certificate and emergency numbers. Once the BBQ was over, Cory said goodbye to his Mom and waved to her as she drove away. He came back in and excitedly ran back to the pool area.

"Okay Mom's gone, let's get this party started!" He said as he yanked his shirt off over his head. "Bring out those water balloons." We laughed, and the water fight began. We would be picking up pieces of balloons for months. Perhaps the one thing we shouldn't have done was to give him new ideas. At one point Kyle shoved one of the small balloons into the front of Troy's underwear and then bagged him hard to pop the balloon, soaking his crotch. Cory thought this was hilarious and tried it on everyone. Eventually he just forgot about the balloons altogether and just bagged us. We had to stop him before our balls were unusable. He wanted us to hit him in the nuts too, but no one was prepared to pound a 10 year old in the boy bits. He was exhausted by the end of the night, which for him was around 8:30, so Jason sent him upstairs to have a warm shower and then jump into his pyjamas for bed.

"I don't wear pyjamas anymore. They're for little kids. Mom said I could sleep in my underwear, but while I'm here I wanna sleep naked like you guys."

"Sleep anyway you want bro. You're old enough to decide what feels comfortable. Some of us sleep in track pants or underwear." Cory ran off to have the shower, while we picked up some of the mess from the balloons. He came back down a little while later in his Spiderman underwear and went around hugging everyone goodnight. Jason took him up to his room which was right next to his. He felt that he should be close in case Cory needed him during the night. He had also installed nightlights in the hallway and in Cory's bedroom. We had a kid now and we had agreed to close doors if sex was going on, and to keep public boners hidden from him.

Once he was in bed, Jason, J.P. Colin, Alex and even `Marvin' headed for the club for the night, leaving Kyle, Troy and I in charge of our mini person. We needn't have worried though as he never stirred once.

The next morning was the first day of school for three of them so it was a mad scramble to get things loaded into backpacks, lunch for Cory, breakfast and then out the door in time for everyone to get where they were going.

Troy was more excited than anyone as this was his first real school in more than four years. Mom and Dad had already done all the paperwork for him and got him set up in the right classes as they were officially his guardians. Kyle and Troy had compared schedules for the first semester and the only class they had together was Life Skills. Troy had no idea what that was, but Kyle quickly explained that it dealt with everything from getting a job, to sex education appropriate to their age, to politics and even driver education and awareness of things like drugs and drinking. Troy laughed and said he should do well in that class since he had a job, was good at drinking, had pot available when needed and took it up the ass like a professional. Kyle and him were already scheming up things for the class and I told him to take a hidden camera into class so I could see the shit they got up to. One thing that was not overlooked in Life Skills class was talking about alternate lifestyles which not only included gays, but also transgendered and taught tolerance. It began from the early stages of sex education and went right up to grade 12. All schools had a zero tolerance policy for discrimination and hate, so it was a subject that was well covered.

Once everyone returned home, there were lots more stories to tell about the day, but Cory had to start off with what he had learned.

"Wanna hear my new joke?" Cory asked smiling as he stood in front of us as we hung out.

"Sure," Jason said.

"A teenager knocks on a guy's door looking to make money doing odd jobs. The man says he doesn't have much for him to do but maybe he could paint the porch. The boy smiled and agreed to do it for 50 bucks. He is told he can find the paint and stuff in the garage and lets the teen get to work. About an hour later, the boy knocks on the door to tell the man that's he's done. That was fast' said the man. It wasn't that hard to do...and by the way it's not a porch...it's a Ferrari.'"

I laughed so loud I almost fell off the chair. Cory was also laughing at his own joke.

"What do prisoners use to call each other?" Troy asked.

"What?"

"Cell phones."

These were the dumbest jokes ever, so we kept going. Colin piped up with one that he heard.

"A woman pregnant with triplets was in the bank when a masked robber shot her three times in the stomach. Luckily the babies were OK. The surgeon decided to leave the bullets in because it was too risky to operate. She gave birth to two healthy daughters and son. All was fine for 16 years, and then one daughter walked into the room in tears. 'What's wrong?' asked the mother. 'I was taking a tinkle and this bullet came out,' replied the daughter. The mother told her it was okay and explained what happened 16 years ago. About a week later the second daughter walked into the room in tears. 'Mom, I was taking a tinkle and this bullet came out.' Again the mother told her not to worry, and explained what happened 16 years ago. A week later her son walked into the room in tears. 'It's okay' said the Mom, 'I know what happened. You were taking a tinkle and a bullet came out.' 'No,' said the boy, 'I was playing with myself and I shot the dog.'"

"Why don't blind men skydive?" Kyle asked.

"Why," asked Cory.

"Because it scares the shit out of the dog."

Cory giggled and I had a feeling it was more because Kyle said shit, than the actual joke.

I had to get in on it as well. "An 85-year-old man was requested by his doctor for a sperm count as part of his physical exam. The doctor gave the man a jar and said, Take this jar home and bring back a semen sample tomorrow.' The next day the 85-year-old man reappeared at the doctor's office and gave him the jar, which was still clean and empty. The doctor asked, what happened and the man explained. Well, doc, it's like this...first I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, then with her left, still nothing. She tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with her teeth out, still nothing. We even called up Arleen, the lady next door and she tried too, first with both hands, then an armpit, and she even tried squeezin' it between her knees, but still nothing.' The doctor was shocked! `You asked your neighbor?' The old man replied, "Yep, none of us could get the damn jar open."

"What's a sperm count?" Cory asked, once again not understanding the joke. We were going to have to Google age appropriate jokes if this was going to be a regular thing, but we were killing ourselves laughing regardless, which caused him to get excited as well.

Marvin' told the next joke. "Little Johnny was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually he slept through the class. One day the teacher called on him while he was napping, Tell me, Johnny, who created the universe?' When Johnny didn't stir, Suzie, a girl seated behind him, took a pin and jabbed him in the butt. GOD ALMIGHTY!' shouted Johnny and the teacher said, very good' and Johnny fell back asleep. A while later the teacher asked Johnny, Who is our Lord and Saviour,' But, Johnny didn't even stir. Once again, Suzie came to the rescue and stuck him again. 'JESUS CHRIST!' he shouted and the teacher said, very good,' and Johnny went back to sleep. Then the teacher asked Johnny a third question. What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?' And again, Suzie stuck him with the pin. This time Johnny jumped up and shouted, IF YOU STICK THAT FUCKING THING IN ME ONE MORE TIME, I'LL BREAK IT IN HALF AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!' The teacher fainted."

We all laughed uncontrollably. We had to stop as Cory was a sponge and no doubt would parrot these jokes in school. The next couple of days went well as we all settled into a routine, and Cory was so much fun to have around. On Wednesday, he came home from school a really different boy. He was extremely upset and we wondered if he was starting to get homesick already. When we asked him what was wrong, he said that kids at school were picking on him for lying about hanging out with One Direction. He said that one boy had pushed him into a locker and another threw food at him, and he didn't want to go back to school the next day. No way was I going to allow him to be bullied.

"Did you report it to the teacher?"

"Yes, but she said I should tone down my story a little and the problem would go away. What does it mean to tone it down?" He asked looking miserable.

"It means that your teacher needs to be educated about bullying," Jason said quickly. "But when someone says to tone something down, it means to calm down or quieten down about it. That doesn't apply in this case, since you have nothing to tone down.

We knew immediately what would make this better and made a quick call to arrange the details. The next day, Jason and I stopped in to see Cory's teacher and ask why she didn't do something about it. She said that she though he was just making up a story and trying to become more popular. We assured her that he wasn't and that what had happened yesterday was nothing more than bullying. She apologized profusely and asked if there was anything she could do. She was visibly shaken for brushing him off so quickly as she said she really liked Cory. We told her our plan and at first she was reluctant, but after thinking about it, she thought it might make for a good lesson. We called Harry and the boys to confirm the time for the next day at 10am, which was 6pm their time. All the guys were happy to help and were more than a little pissed that Cory was being picked on because of them.

In the morning we took Cory back to school. He cheered up considerably when we told him what was going to happen, and was back to his usual smiling self, especially when he could walk in with what he called his big brother bodyguard. Marvin' and J.P. remained in the SUV as it wasn't going to take long, plus I had a task for Marvin' later. The teacher let us hook up the laptop and projector so that we could use the main screen at the front of the class for maximum impact. Cory took his usual seat and we waited off to the side until the teacher introduced us, which had Cory beaming proudly.

"Good morning," Jason said to the class. "We asked your teacher if we could talk to you this morning as we have heard about some bullying going on and we asked a few friends of ours if they would talk to you today."

"Cory, could you come up here and help us?" He almost ran up to the front as we activated Skype and made the call. The other end connected and it just showed an empty room.

"Cory you should let the guys know it's you," Jason grinned in anticipation. Cory was about to become a celebrity in his school.

"Hey dudes, are you there?" He said standing in front of the camera so he could see himself on the corner of the big monitor. As soon as he said it, the five boys popped into view and jumped on the couch together.

"Hey Cory! How's things in Vancouver mate?" Liam said.

"Good. I'm living with Justin and Jason for a while. I'm at school right now. Can you see my class?"

"Hey class!" Harry waved. The whole class excitedly waved back and some of the girls screamed a little as they realized they were talking live with One Direction.

"Cory asked us if we would talk to you this morning. How many of you have been bullied or picked on?" A lot of the class put up their hands. "I'll bet it didn't make you feel very good. Does anyone know why bullying is wrong?"

A girl put her hand up. "Because it hurts other people?" she said kinda half asking and half telling.

"Right? Would you like someone to pick on you or call you a liar or other names?" They all said no. "If you bully someone, you could also get bullied, because there is always someone out there bigger than you. Make sure you talk to your parents, older brothers or sisters, or your teachers if you feel unsafe. The lads and I wanted to let you know that we think you should always stand up and help each other no matter what differences you may have. It's way better to be happy and have fun, than to be miserable and pick on people, or to watch as others get picked on. Do any of you have any questions for us today?"

One young guy raised his hand and stood up. He came up to the camera so they could see him better. "Do you really know Cory?"

"Sure he's like our little brother," Liam said. "We hung out with him this summer while we were there, we went swimming and he beat us in a water fight, but hey Cory, we're gonna win next time!" He laughed as all the guys pulled out giant super soakers from somewhere off screen. Cory grinned and shook his head.

"Nuh uh! I'm still gonna win. Hey Harry, we forgot to play spin the Harry while you were here. Can we do it next time?" Niall almost fell off the couch as he laughed so hard. He jumped up and pulled Harry to his feet and began to spin him. Harry fell onto the couch pretending to be super dizzy, and rolled over on Louis. They were amazing at entertaining people.

"No worries, Cory. Next time you can spin him so hard that maybe we can get him to fall into your pool."

There were a few more questions before the guys said they had to go. As things wrapped up, we had one more surprise for the class and I texted `Marvin'.

`Now' is all I sent. The whole class was beside themselves as they waved goodbye to One Direction.

"Cory," Harry said "make sure Jason tells you when the VIP passes arrive for the concert next July. We expect to see you backstage."

Cory assured him he would.

"I'll call you later, Harry. Thanks guys see you soon," I said as we turned off the computer just as the guys began to wrestle with each other on their couch.

"We hoped you enjoyed meeting One Direction and hopefully you'll remember what the guys said and look after each other despite any differences." Jason said. Just as he finished up, there was a knock on the door and `Marvin' walked in.

"Sorry to interrupt. I didn't know if you were done yet or not. Cory, you forgot your backpack in the car with your lunch," he said as he went and handed it to him. Cory thanked him and they fist bumped. "Again, sorry to interrupt. See you at home Cory." He turned and gave us a big smile as he acted like this was no big deal. "I'll be in the car when you're ready."

The teacher thanks us for coming in and walked us to the door. "I think you just made everyone's day. Thank you for that." We left and headed out to the car as `Marvin' had to get to work.

J.P. asked how it went and we filled him in as we drove to the studio. Marvin' got us in past security and we went to make-up and hair with him. After doing that one modelling gig, we understood guys getting make-up but this was so much more. They had people for everything. Marvin' explained that a lot of it was designed for continuity as they didn't film the show in the order that it went out, so in two scenes he might have to wear two different sets of the same clothes. In this case he had one set of clothes that were clean and perfect and another was dirty and ripped. I guessed it was a before and after thing, but both were filmed in an office set, one right after the other. Honestly it looked as boring as hell as they only seemed to film a few seconds at a time before someone yelled cut, and had them go back to the first position again to do another take. Jason had to leave at one point to pick Cory up from school, but he brought him back to the studio and he thought it was cool' and sat in Marvin's' chair each time they were shooting.

Throughout the day, several people talked to us and the producer liked the idea of triplets. He asked about some of our stories and at one point asked us how identical we were. I thought he was hitting on us, but it turns out he was just really interested in identical triplets. We told him about the identical DNA, but different fingerprints. He asked if our bodies were the same as well and we agreed to take our shirts off and let him see for himself. It was a little bizarre to be standing shirtless in a big room with lights, cameras and wiring everywhere while some guy looked us over as if we were a slab of beef. He seemed impressed and asked if we ever did any acting. J.P. told him about the modelling thing we had done and he asked if he could see it, so he gave him the link to the feed.

"The camera likes you guys. Do you have an agent?"

"No," said J.P., but Marvin' came up quickly and said that if he needed one that he could use his. Apparently you couldn't work if you weren't part of the actors union or something and you needed an agent if you were going to be in the business. J.P. seemed excited to have the interest of the producer. Personally, I couldn't care as I wouldn't enjoy being in front of a camera. The modelling thing was about all the fame I could handle. Well, that and the Harry scandal'. After the day wrapped up, we headed out to dinner where we could have a good meal. `Marvin' was supposed to leave on the weekend, but due to the holiday last Monday, he was called back for another day, so he was going to stick around until at least Tuesday. None of us saw that as a bad thing.

We stayed busy all weekend and everyone made sure we kept Cory active so that homesickness wouldn't set in, but he seemed to be having so much fun that I'm not sure he knew his mother was even away, except of course she called or video chatted with him daily, which made him feel like she was there anyway. We put the video chat up on the big TV and he often let it stay up for a while as he played games with her. They played battleship together which was fun to watch. She actually sent him to bed at 9pm which would have been midnight her time and he trotted off as if she were in the room. Jason made sure to fill her in on anything important and keep her up to date. After Cory went to bed was the time we had our adult fun. I took `Marvin' by the hand and told him to say good night to the house as I was putting him to bed. Once we got to the room and I closed the door, I turned into the master and he was my sub boy.

"Strip to your briefs, boi or I'll cut those things off you," I said trying not to grin as our game began. `Marvin' quickly stripped and stood there. "Hands behind your back and feet apart." As he did it, I grabbed the baby oil and stood behind him.

"Before I touch that flabby body, let's make sure you're worth my time." Of course he was so fit you could do your laundry on his washboard abs. I went behind him and lubed up a finger and dropped the bottle on the floor. I yanked the back of his shorts down and quickly jammed my finger up his ass and wiggled it around. He felt empty, and moaned when I rubbed his prostate several times. I pulled my finger out and was pleased to see that he was nice and clean. I pulled his shorts back up and swatted his ass hard.

"Filthy fucker," I said as I put my foot against his ass and pushed him toward the bathroom. I pushed him into the shower and turned on the water, soaking his underwear. I stripped and got in with him, grabbing the loufa to scrub him from head to toe roughly to get his skin nice and pink. I finally yanked his shorts down and made him bend over and pull his cheeks apart. I used the loufa up and down his crack and over his hole. I pushed 'Marvin' further forward, grabbed the body wash, lubed my cock and slammed into him and fucked his ass hard.

"Damn boy, you gotta get to the gym and work on those glutes. That hole is so loose I could rent it out as a storage locker."

I pulled out and yanked him out of the shower and dried him off. We went to the bedroom and put the ankle and wrist cuffs on him. I piled a couple of pillows on the bed and threw him face down so that his ass was propped up. I tied him securely to the bed and blindfolded him; then for added fun, I gagged him as well. I poured baby oil on his back and rubbed it all over until he was shining like a diamond. I drizzled more oil into his hole and pushed a couple of fingers into the tight hole. He moaned through the gag and I punched him between the shoulder blades.

"Shut up boy. If I need to hear overacting from you, I'll watch one of your movies." I reached between his legs and pulled his cock down and yanked on it a few times until he was fully erect. "Fuck, I keep hoping that one of these days you'll hit puberty so we can see a man size cock on you." We both knew that I loved his 7½ inch dick and the fact he was cut, like most Americans! I was already hard and wanted to fuck him so badly, but I had only just begun the game. No point in blowing my load before we had even sung the national anthem. I was going a full 12 rounds...or innings or sets, or whatever the fuck was the longest amount of time. I know I was going into double overtime and finishing with a shootout. Or was I mixing up western movies with something? It was time to bring in the rest of the team anyway. I jumped off 'Marvin' and pulled on my underwear adjusting my package off to the side where it visibly stretched my shorts. I slapped him hard on the ass, leaving a nice pink hand print on him.

"Stay here, bitch. You're boring me and my hardon has gone down. I gotta find something to get me horny again before I come back to that gaping cavern you call an ass." I said turned and left the room.

I ran downstairs to the activity room. "Hey, it's time for my new cooking show! Tonight we will be practicing how to properly stuff a `Marvin'. This episode will teach you how to use a nice cream sauce to baste him with. Anyone who would like to be part of the show, come up to the studio for the audition." I turned and ran back upstairs followed by the entire house.

I stood at the door to the bedroom and waited for the first guy. "Take off your clothes please, I have to check to make sure you're not carrying any dangerous weapons," I told Kyle. He grinned and stripped. Once he was naked, I patted him down and pulled his ass cheeks apart before tweaking his nipples and then pulling in his cock. "Okay, I think you're fine. Go ahead and shove that mixing pole into his stuffing hole to make sure it fits before we begin the show." Kyle quickly went over and got on top of 'Marvin' and shoved his dick into him. Jason was next, followed by J.P., Colin, Alex and Troy. Once everyone was in the room sucking and fucking, the pretense about it being a cooking show was forgotten. After half the guys had fucked 'Marvin' and the other half had filled his mouth, after taking off his gag, I released him and took off the cuffs and blindfold. He was then just part of our orgy and we rolled around on the bed together. At one point I put everyone side by side bent over the edge of the bed and went along and fucked them one at a time. Once I was half way, I told Troy who was at the beginning of the line, to stand up and fuck everyone next. As I finished, I bent over the bed at the end of the line and when Troy got to me he fucked me. We continued like that until everyone had fucked and been fucked. We were pretty exhausted but were having tons of fun.

J.P., Jason and I stood together sharing a three way kiss as Colin took pictures. "It's like looking at a guy in a house of mirrors kissing himself," he laughed. The others watched and giggled as he took more pictures. When we took a look at them, it really did look like one person kissing a mirror. I almost didn't know which of us was which. At some point we all were on the bed together in a big pile. Cocks were stuffed in asses or mouths, but it was like a jumbled pile of bodies and we rotated regularly as we found any available body part to play with.

"Hey, can I wrestle with you guys?" Cory asked as he stood at the door sleepily rubbing his eyes. We all froze and tried to move some of the sheets to hide our erections and any parts that might be inside someone.

"I got him," said Kyle who jumped off the bed quickly. He was one of the fortunate ones that wasn't fully erect. "We were just finished wrestling buddy. It's time for bed now. What are you doing up? Did we wake you?"

"I just needed some water," he said "and I heard you guys wrestling. How come your room really smells so bad?"

"We just haven't gone for a shower yet and we've been wrestling pretty hard," Jason said loudly as Kyle led him away to take him back to bed.

"Do you think he saw anything?" Colin asked.

"Hopefully not, but we'll find out in the morning," Jason admitted. We decided to call it a night at that point. 'Marvin' got up and slugged me in the arm.

"Ouch! What was that for?" I said smiling at him curiously.

"That was for the overacting comment. Do you really think I overact?"

"I...don't...know...what...IS...overacting? I said in my best William Shatner imitation as I paused between words and used my hands to gesture.

He jumped on me and the wrestling began again, stopped only when his tongue entered my mouth so we could kiss. He sure knew how to get to me and I calmed down as we made out for a few minutes. We broke apart, changed the sheets and headed for the bathroom for a shower before the three of us got into bed together. Colin and I sandwiched 'Marvin' in the middle to make sure we could just roll him back and forth if we needed his ass.

On Monday morning Cory never mentioned the wrestling, so there was no reason to bring it up. Like they say, if it ain't broke, don't fix it.' I took Cory to school and Marvin' offered to go along as he didn't have to be on set until later. We took my car and when we pulled up at the drop point, Marvin' jumped out and made a point of being seen as he pulled the seat forward for Cory to climb out. A couple of kids came up to ask for an autograph which he gave quickly. Cory gave Marvin' a one arm hug and waved goodbye as he ran into the school. We were rapidly turning Cory into the most popular kid in school.

I picked him up in the Lamborghini to solidify his god-like status. He giggled as he jumped in the car while his school mates stood there with their mouths open. None of us knew if this was the right thing to do for Cory, but we were having fun doing it, and he seemed to be enjoying the attention. With three big brothers and several celebrity friends, I doubted he would get picked on again.

At the studio, Marvin' didn't have much to do except a couple of touch up scenes, or something like that. The producer came and talked to us about an idea he had been discussing with the writers. Since they were doing a detective drama show, they thought it might be fun to do a story about a murder where they had DNA and eye witnesses. Then the story would unfold where the suspect had an alibi, but an eye witnesses and video cameras showed him somewhere else. Then they figured out there must be twins, and the investigation would begin again to sort out which one was where, only to discover more confusion and a third identical sibling. He was positively giddy about it. I said I really didn't want to be an actor and didn't know anything about it, but the producer and director said they could write it so that J.P. could do all the acting, and only when all three of us were needed at the same time would Jason and I be required. Jason was up for the idea and Marvin' said he'd help us be actors. I gave in and said I'd do it since it really was something that J.P. wanted. He could become famous and rich in his own right and if anyone said the triplet thing was being faked, we could all appear in public together to give credibility to his acting career. The producer took our information and `Marvin' said that his agent would be our contact. They weren't sure when they would write the story, but he promised if his show didn't do it, he was sure he could shop it around to make it happen. J.P. was bouncing around like he'd just won an Oscar or something. I think he was already planning where his star would go on the Hollywood walk of fame. He liked the modelling we did, and now someone was interested in him for acting.

We got back to the house and Marvin' set up a video chat with his manager and agent to get the ball rolling, mainly for J.P., but to sign us up as well. He recommended that we buy our webnames before someone could scoop them up. He said to buy all the big extensions such as .com, .ca, .org, .net, and any others we felt were important. He also suggested Twitter and Facebook accounts with our real names if we didn't already have them. I had no idea that there was so much to this. Marvin' said he had to head home in the morning which was disappointing as we were enjoying having him around. Cory was also sad, but 'Marvin' promised that he would return soon. J.P. took 'Marvin' up to the sling room and fucked him senseless as a thank you for helping him with his acting career. I recorded it and told them that we would consider this J.P.'s acting debut. He put some effort into it after that and I had to laugh at the real overacting going on from both of them. J.P. pulled out and shot his load all over 'Marvin's' chest. I put the camera down and moved over to kiss each of our famous boy's nipples. Then I put my hand behind his head and pulled him up to kiss me. I pressed hard against his mouth and our tongues fought back and forth with incredible passion. I reached for 'Marvin's' hard cock and stroked him as we made out. He was thrusting into my closed fist and I could tell that he was close. I let go and pulled my face off his.

"God, I love you!" I told him.

He just smiled. "You're just horny. Why don't you fuck me?"

I didn't need to be asked twice and stood between his legs and shoved my hard pole into his well-used ass. I resumed jerking him off as I gave him a nice fucking with long deep thrusts. He came quickly, so I increased speed until I was ready to unleash my juice and pulled out and shot my load on his chest as well. He was now completely basted in creamy nutritious cum. I grinned and put both hands in the large puddle and smeared it all over his body including his underarms, neck and thighs. He stunk of cum. Maybe we should send him home like that. J.P. was nicer and pulled him off the sling and they headed for the shower together. Cory hung out with 'Marvin' as much as he could and at one point wrestled with him on the floor. Cory managed to pin 'Marvin' and sat on his chest with his feet on both sides.

"So when are you coming back?" Cory asked him.

"I'm back a lot, but I'm not sure at the moment. How about if I promise to call you when I'm here?"

"Okay. But for now, you're my prisoner!" He grinned and leaned down to look at him trying to look tough. 'Marvin' knew the secret and grabbed Cory by the sides and tickled him which caused him to leap off. He pounced on top of him and pinned the young guy beneath him.

"Now who's the prisoner?" Then Cory surprised all of us as he wiggled an arm free and grabbed 'Marvin' right between the legs and held onto his package through the jean.

"Say Uncle or lose them," he grinned.

"Okay, Uncle." 'Marvin' said quickly as he laughed. "Where the hell did you learn that move?"

"At school. One of the guys said if you hit a guy in the nuts during a fight you can get away faster."

"Hmmm...I tell you what, I'd agree with that if the fight is for real and you fear for your life. Kick the guy as hard as you can and then run like hell for help. But during a play fight, don't do it. It could cause some serious damage. Promise me okay?"

"Okay 'Marvin', I promise. Sorry."

"Nah, you're okay buddy. You didn't hit me, you just grabbed it. Nice move, but let's avoid that area when we wrestle."

The two guys got up and had a game of fooz ball for a while before Cory was sent off to bed. In the morning, we called for a limousine to take him to the airport, which he insisted he didn't need, but we had also made a point to drop Cory off at school first. As he got out of the stretch limo, he was once again the focus of attention. Marvin gave him a big hug goodbye and then they did a special handshake they had worked on. Cory stood at the curb and waved as the limo pulled away.

"I love that kid," 'Marvin' said as we all headed to the airport with him. "I'm actually going to miss him."

"Yeah, he kinda grows on you," Jason admitted. "I just hope he's that much fun when the teenage years hit." We all talked about last minute things as we headed to the airport and 'Marvin' said he'd make sure to stay in touch with J.P. for any roles that might come up. We all walked him to the plane. Colin had insisted he use the jet this time, instead of his normal commercial flight. They hugged and Colin promised to visit soon as he hadn't been down to see his parents in a while.

"You better. I still have to kick your ass surfing."

We all said our final goodbyes and watched as the plane headed for the runway. J.P. said he was heading out tomorrow and had already booked a flight. Both Colin and I told him that we could have easily let him use the plane as it would have been back by then. He said it seemed like such a waste to send the plane with just him and then have it come back empty. We knew he couldn't really afford the cost of the ticket, and always refused our help. I did manage to convince him take money for his Mom, so she didn't have to work as hard to pay bills. He promised to pay us back, but there was no way I'd allow that until he was rich and famous. J.P. was more determined than ever to move to Vancouver, but he was worried about his Mom and getting a job. We promised to keep working on it and sending Mary any opportunities we could find, and I told him to make sure his Mom didn't worry about the cost of housing here. We'd find him a good place that they could afford. House prices in Vancouver are the highest in the country with the average sitting just over $750,000 while in Montreal the same house could be picked up for $300,000. Instead of them moving here, maybe we should move to Montreal and buy a mansion. I'd have to learn French first though and all I knew was French kissing so far.

The house felt empty with J.P. and 'Marvin' gone, but once Cory bounced back in the front door, it felt full again. He was almost more work than having a puppy. As I helped him with his homework, I can tell you with confidence that I am not smarter than a fifth grader. I had to Google half the stuff as it came up. Do these kids really need to know that much useless shit? I figure if they remember to smile, ask if you want fries with that, and maybe learn Chinese, they should be good for the future that awaits them when they get out of school. Okay that was mean, but I hated homework when I was a kid and had forgotten more than I learned already. We asked Cory if he would like to go out to the island to go camping on the weekend and he immediately started packing, even though we were a few days away. He asked if his friends Bobby and Ricky could come with us. Once again we had no idea of the rules, but I was focused on the fact that kids Cory's age seemed to like `y's' at the end of their names. Robby, Bobby, Billy, Ricky, Smelly, Farty, etc., well maybe not Farty. Jason went to talk to the parents and invited them along if they wanted. The mother's weren't a big fan of camping with the boys, but both Dads thought it might be a good weekend getaway. When Jason told me, he did say that we would have to suspend the mandatory no clothing rule, although we wouldn't stop anyone from skinny dipping if they wanted to, and knowing Cory, he could very well end up naked before we got to the island. Colin conveniently had a business trip and was gone for the week. As each day went by, Cory became more and more excited and piled more and more things in the garage for the trip. To anyone looking at the mound of stuff, they would have assumed we were moving, rather than just going away for a weekend. Kyle and Troy said they wanted to go along, so we had 10 of us for this trip. If the weather turned bad we could always sleep on the boat or in the cabin, but the intent was to sleep in tents and have a campfire. I put my foot down at digging a hole and shitting in the woods though. What am I, a bear? No, I shave everything. I think I'm still a twink.

Friday night, I was getting ready in the bathroom when Cory walked in and stood watching me as I shaved, excitedly waiting for us to head out for the weekend. I use the electric razor for the most part and only use the foam and hand razor for pubes, ass, etc., although on occasion I shave my face that way too as it is a lot smoother. Not that I have much to shave, but it makes me feel like a man. Arrghhh!! Grunt! Snort! As I shaved and used my tongue to push out my chin and cheeks, Cory copied my moves almost unconsciously as he watched.

"Can you teach me to shave?" He asked after just a few minutes. I almost asked, `shave what?' The boy didn't have a single hair anywhere except his head.

I handed him the electric razor and he looked at it as if it were a chainsaw. I showed him how to hold it to try against his face. He was a little uncertain at first, so I bent down to his height and told him to touch my face where I needed a bit of shaving so he could feel the difference. Then I had him put the razor to me and shave my face so that he could see that it couldn't hurt. Once he did that and felt how much smoother I was, he put it up to his own face and said it tickled. He shaved his whole face as if he was actually removing something. I laughed when he pushed out his chin with his tongue like I had done. I had to remember to keep the video camera with me as I was missing some good stuff for Sheila and Jason. Of course we could recreate this one easily enough, especially if we were going to teach him with shaving foam. I had seen that online a few times where you give the kid a razor without a blade and let him shave off the foam. Sounds like an activity perfect for Cory. Once he finished shaving his face, he ran his hand over it and told me to feel how much smoother he was. I tried not to laugh as I did it, but told him that it was definitely smoother. It wasn't. He then asked what else we could shave as he looked over both our bodies. Thank god we were wearing underwear. I told him that the electric razor was only for the face and that nothing else needed to be shaved. What is it about us that makes us want the opposite of what we have. In the winter we want warmer weather, in the summer we wonder when it'll be a little cooler. When we're kids we can't wait to get hair in adult places, then when we get it, we shave it off. Well, at least the gay guys do.

It took a while to load the SUV with everything we would need and a whole load of shit we wouldn't need, but took anyway. We had tons of food including the necessary stuff for s'mores. You can't have a good campfire without s'mores. I'm pretty sure that's a federal law. We met Cory's friends and Dads at the marina parking lot and made several trips to the yacht. They were impressed with it and suggested a fishing trip one day. What the hell is the appeal of fishing? Sitting on the back of a boat with your rod out, dangling your worm until something pays attention and nipples on it, so that you can haul it in, take it home and fill yourself up. Sounds like a night at the Cell'r'. Of course I was helping to play the good host and said it sounded like fun. Much like you say to the wife, yes, honey, I'd love to go to the opera with you; when in fact it would be more enjoyable to go to the Doctor for a colonoscopy. Jason and Alex were going to get to know the father's on the trip, so I was Captain Justin! Once I was clear of the marina, I opened her up and we were off. Talk about a rush. I could go anywhere; head for the high seas and become a pirate. Raping and pillaging. I have no idea what pillaging is, but raping sounds like it could be okay as long as the other guy was into it as well. But if I was going to be a pirate, I'd forgotten my parrot. Now would have been a good time for that pigeon of One Direction's, Kevin. The boys came up took a turn at the wheel and Cory stood there like he owned the boat as he showed his friends all the dials buttons and gadgets on the console. It didn't take long before we pulled up at the island, which we still hadn't named. I thought about Pecker Paradise, Full Moon Island, or Cumelot, but so far no one seemed to agree with me. We might have to get everyone to throw names into a hat, or have a death wrestling match. Last one surviving, names the island. Wait, what about...the Boneyard? No? Well, for now it was just `The Island'. I shutter (sic) at the thought. Really? You haven't seen the movie? Well that was a waste of a good joke. The new dock wasn't finished yet, but it was well on its way. There were several pylons in the water so we tied the boat to one of them and used the raft to get everyone to shore. This was going to be so much easier when the dock was completed. The speed it was progressing it shouldn't take long. We decided to pitch camp close to the cabin so that we had the use of the bathroom or the boat if we needed it. The boys ran around gathering wood and basically organizing things, although it just looked like confusion to me, while the adults set up the tents. We had a couple of big ones...tents I mean...and a smaller one for the kids who wanted to sleep together. Theirs was between the two bigger tents. While they may want to sleep together, they also wouldn't want to be far from an adult in case they got scared during the night. Kyle and Troy were sharing with me, while Jason and Alex had the dubious honor of being with the fathers. Once all the sleeping bags and inflatable mattresses had been set up, we took everyone on a hike around the island to burn up some of the boy's energy. We went the opposite way to the swimming area so that we could end up there. Cory played tour guide as if he knew everything about the island. One of the fathers asked how big it was and before Jason had a chance to respond, Cory piped up.

"It's 67 acres, which is about the size of 60 football fields. American football, not English football. It also has all new sand on the beaches."

I smiled as I knew he had put all that together from the last trip when Colin had been talking to Liam. He had clarified the American football field for him, so Cory just used his parroting skills back to the fathers. WAIT! I AM a pirate...Cory is my parrot! Woohoo! The boy were happily picking up `cool' rocks and leaves as the trip progressed as well as good sticks to use for walking. By the time we got to the swimming area everyone was impressed.

"Awww, we forgot the towels back at the camp," Cory complained. "This is where me and One Direction went swimming," he proudly told the guys. "The older guys jumped off that tree over there and I just hit them with the super soaker as they fell." His friends thought it was really cool and wanted to go swimming right away, but we told them they could have the entire day tomorrow to swim.

As it got dark, we started the campfire and send the boys to find some good sticks to use for roasting marshmallows. Bobby came back with a double ended stick that he said was perfect as he wanted lots of s'mores. Ken, Bobby's dad, handed him a pocket knife so that he could whittle the end. Both Ricky and Cory wanted to use the knife next. Jason took out his knife and showed Cory how to use it, while Ricky tried to learn from his own Dad, Mark. I looked around for the first aid kit and wondered how long it would take for medical help to arrive if I called 911. But the boys were focused on the task and when one of them started to goof around, he was immediately stopped and had his knife taken away until he calmed down. He pouted and was given a time out in the tent for about two minutes. I wanted a time out in the tent and figured I could take Kyle with me. I'd need about 6 minutes though.

We got all the sticks ready and enjoyed roasting the marshmallows, setting them on fire, becoming covered from head to toe in marshmallow goo, and chocolate. On any other trip, I would have licked all the mess off the other guys, but this wasn't that kind of trip. We had the boys clean up in the cabin as there was water available there. It was pumped up from the well and then heated with the solar panel on the roof; that I didn't even know we had until Colin had mentioned it on our last trip. I thought the power was all from the generator, but apparently the one solar panel was enough to warm a small amount of water and give us some lighting. I should have brought the TV, the 27" since we were roughing it. The boys went into the tent after hugging their Dad's goodnight. Cory had a much longer task as he hugged all of us as well. Kissing was out when in public. Cory had already warned us about that. Once the boys were secured in their sleeping bags, Jason opened the cooler and cracked beers for everyone. I looked for an appletini and Bellini, but had to settle for a beer. Some bartender. Hmmph. Kyle and Troy took one as well. Ken smiled and looked over at Jason. I guess we don't have to worry about cops showing up for these guys huh?"

"Nah, plus it's legal anyway. We own the island, so this is their home as well, meaning they can drink under 19 here, as long as it's with family. Probably not a good idea to have them drive the boat home though," Jason laughed.

"Do you drink at home?" Mark asked Troy.

"Not on school nights. Makes me too sleepy, but on the weekend I do if I'm in the mood." He answered and took a sip of the beer.

"We kinda take the European approach," Jason explained in case one of the parents worked for some anal government agency. "Better to allow controlled drinking at home where they're safe and can learn to be responsible with it, than saying no all the time and having them do it behind our backs and get into trouble somewhere."

"Never thought of it like that. Fortunately I have a few more years before we need to deal with that with Bobby," Ken said as he drank.

"I think my oldest has tried alcohol," Mark said. "He's 14 but I'm almost sure he has been in the liquor cupboard. We keep it locked, but he's pretty resourceful. There's a lot to what you said Jason. Just look at the statistics. The countries with the highest alcohol related crimes are the countries with the most restrictive drinking ages, or alcohol rules. Compare America, or even Canada, to Europe for stats on it. Kids are going to drink. Plain and simple. Tell them they have to wait to 21 and they still drink at 16, because it's a forbidden `adult' thing and therefore cool. Teach them at 14 or 16 to have wine with a meal and they learn that alcohol just isn't that big a deal. Same with pot. I can see us legalizing or decriminalizing that in the near future, and having fewer problems. Get everyone stoned instead of drunk and watch violent crimes drop. Tax marijuana like liquor and we'll have more money than we know what to do with."

Ken laughed, "I'd vote for that. I think it's inevitable. Personally I'd smoke a joint over hard liquor. Don't tell my wife."

Alex spoke up. "I have a license to grow marijuana for medical reasons, so around our house, it's legal, but of course we keep it away from the kids," he said pointing and smiling at Kyle and Troy.

"Yeah, but if we want to get stoned, all we have to do is sit next to him and smell the air," laughed Kyle.

"If you don't mind me asking, what did you get the license for, glaucoma?"

"No, cancer. I'm just finishing treatment, so I hope they don't take my license away," he laughed. "Some days I need to get high so that I don't have the pain."

"Is there a lot of pain from cancer treatment?"

"No...no. The pain from listening to Jason bitching and whining, or having to endure the pain of his snoring," he laughed. Jason pushed him off the log we were sitting on.

"Asshole. I do not snore."

"You two live together?" Mark asked looking at them.

"Yeah, we're married, so I kinda have to live with him, although he could sleep in the garage."

"Now there's a good idea for the wife. Although something tells me I'd be the one in the garage," Ken joked. At least I think he was joking. "I think it's great that gay guys can get married. Gotta admit though, I've never really met any gay guys personally."

"I have a few buddies down at the gym that are gay. Decent guys. They sure aren't what I was brought up to believe they would be like. I think they could probably take me if we were in a fight," Mark admitted

"You can take Alex in a fight. He's a wimp," I laughed.

"Yeah...bring it dude." He said poking my with his marshmallow stick.

"Ow bitch. I think that's gonna leave a bruise," I said in my best fag voice. The guys laughed.

"And what's your story? I assume you and Jason are identical twins?"

"How rude! I'm way better looking with much better fashion sense," I grinned. "Actually we are identical triplets."

"Triplets? Now that would come in handy. Send one of my identical siblings to work for me, or to go shopping with the wife, while I go fishing."

"Yeah, we tried that. Kinda back fired. Alex was my boyfriend and Jason and I switched places to trick everyone. Now he's got Alex."

"You didn't make out too bad though. You got the billionaire boyfriend out of the deal," teased Alex.

"So both of you are gay?"

"All three of us," I said without hesitation.

"That sounds like something for 60 minutes. That should prove that being gay isn't a choice," Ken said really interested in us.

We told him just the rest of the story about finding J.P. a year ago and not knowing about him. Then finding out we were all gay.

"You should sell your story. You'd make a fortune."

"I suppose we could." I turned to Jason and slapped him across the arm. "Dude, that would be an awesome movie of the week. J.P. wants to be an actor, let's pitch that to `Marvin' and our agent.

The guys wanted to know how Cory, Kyle and Troy fit into the mix and they couldn't believe the entire story. It would probably take 806,000 words to explain it all. I was happy that the two fathers were so cool. We all hit the tents and got some sleep. Kyle, Troy and I didn't even fool around that night. Wait, really? You actually believed that? We're out in the woods in a tent together. Hell, we screwed so much even the rabbits were blushing. The only difference is we had to push Kyle's face into the pillow to shut him up. So instead of screaming `fuck me! Oh god yes!' It was more like mmmffphhhh, mmmmmm, rrrggghhh, and ahhhh!

In the morning it was a mad scramble to put shorts on and race for a tree to take a piss. Then we dressed and all got up to make breakfast. Everyone chipped in to do something. We made bacon and eggs and the kids put out juice, milk and cereal. From setting the table to washing dishes after boiling a pot of water, everyone did their part. Personally I love camping when it's just two of us, but when it's a huge group; I think it takes some of the fun out of it. When Alex and I went up to the lake we could just share things together and do what we wanted when we wanted. With so many people, we had to cook a shit load of food, plan things and generally behave, especially with three 10 year olds around.

But finally it was time to go do something, so the kids suggested hide and seek using the whole island. It seemed a bit extreme and a hell of a lot of running around, but we agreed. One of the fathers gave the kids whistles to blow in case they got lost or needed help. I thought that was a smart touch. Yep, if I was ever a father, I would have a ton of shit to figure out. Maybe we should rent Cory a few times a year so that we can practice on him. The game lasted most of the morning and was quite interesting as everyone was really good at hiding. I figured I had a good one when I went into the tent, but Ricky found me in about 10 seconds. Jason hid himself under a bush and covered himself in leaves. I actually think he had a nap. After lunch it was time to go swimming and everyone changed into their swim shorts. The young guys raced ahead and laid their towels down where Cory said was the best spot, claiming their stake of land.

Before we laid our towels down, Cory dropped his shorts and ran naked into the water, shocking his friends and their Dads. Troy and Kyle looked at each other, smiled and dropped their shorts as well and joined Cory.

"Guess we should have changed the rules for them," Jason smiled. "We skinny dip at home and the island is normally clothing optional, so they get used to it."

"Can I swim without my shorts too Dad?" asked Bobby.

"If you want to. Just don't do it around your mother," Ken said giving his son permission to go skinny dipping with the other two. To me it seemed like a silly comment. Why would the mother care? She gave birth to the kid and has probably seen him naked more than anyone. If the kid wants to run around nude, let him go for it, as long as he knows where it is appropriate. I mean don't go into Starbuck's nude, but swimming, sure why not.

"Kids," laughed Mark as the fathers removed their shirts and we watched everyone splashing around together. The two fathers were a lot harrier than everyone else and were the only two with chest hair. It would have taken so long to shave them smooth that by the time we got finished, the hair would have grown back where we had originally started. Kyle climbed the tree and leapt in, making sure to hold his junk before he hit the water. He actually did a cannonball and sent a flood of water over the rest of them. Alex and I stripped next and climbed the tree. Do you know how hard it was for me not to jam my finger in Alex's ass as he climbed up in front of me? But I managed to restrain myself. After a couple more jumps, I had an idea. I put stayed naked, but put my shoes back on and raced back to the boat. I climbed aboard and grabbed the life ring and rope, and ran back with it. We attached it to the tree so the group could swing out on it and drop into the water without having to climb. The young guys thought this was tons of fun and made for a better afternoon. Jason made sure to cover Cory in waterproof suntan lotion, and the father's took care of their own sons. Kyle and Troy almost got themselves into trouble as they rubbed lotion into each other and started to spring boners when they did each other's asses. They reached between the legs to do the balls too. I warned them to be careful and they ran into the water to keep things under control.

"Feel free to join in," Jason said as he dropped his shorts and headed for the water. Mark and Ken eventually dropped their shorts and joined the rest of us skinny dipping. . With all that hair, they could have been shot by hunters if any had been on the island. But the only one paying real attention to the older guys was Kyle. He kept looking at them. They were built solid and their dicks were covered in natural hair, like cavemen, but something about the guys fascinated Kyle. The kids jumped on their Dads when they got in the water and the throwing and wrestling began. After swimming for a few hours and lying out to tan, we all headed back to the camping area and made dinner.

"I haven't hung out naked at the beach before," admitted Ken. "Felt a little strange at first, but after a while, I have to admit, I liked it."

"Dad, how come you and Mr. Jameson have so much hair and no one else does? Is it because you're Dads?" Bobby asked.

"Some men have body hair and others don't. Plus others shave it off because they like it better like that," he explained to his son.

"Yeah, like I shaved yesterday," Cory told his friend.

"You mean you have hair on your chest and thing too?"

Cory giggled. "No, I just shaved my face. Justin showed me how. But they won't tell me other adult stuff, like when my balls are going to drop or how far they are gonna go. Do you know, Mr. Reed? I told Jason he should tell me so that I can be ready as I don't want to lose them."

"You mean they drop off? Ricky said, looking at his Dad in horror. Is it like the baby teeth? I lost my last tooth a few years ago and we had to pull it out. Does that happen with my balls too, Dad?"

"Boys that's a conversation you should have in private with your Dads," he said trying to deflect it.

"Oh," said Cory as he stood up and ran to his tent.

"I'll be right back," said Jason as he stood up and went after him.

I explained to the group. "Cory doesn't have a dad, that's why Jason is his big brother, and I think he's a bit sensitive as he's been trying to learn everything he can and make up for years of not having a male influence."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset him. Would it help if I went to talk to him?"

"No, Jason knew this stuff was going to come up and Cory's Mom has given him permission to answer Cory honestly when he thinks he ready for it. They'll be fine."

About 20 minutes later they returned with Cory looking a lot happier. The three boys went off to play by the water with Kyle and Troy, while the rest of us cleaned up. "So how did it go?" Alex asked.

"Fine. I explained the whole ball dropping thing. Well, I gave him the PG version. He's seen enough older guys naked, so he knows he'll get bigger. I simply explained the difference between where he is now and where he will be. I think he understands. We talked about growing hair and what happens as his body changes. Lower voice, Adam's apple, zits, but stopped short of the sexual implications. He is a whole lot happier now. Just a heads up guys, Cory will no doubt be explaining everything to Ricky and Bobby right now, so you may want to follow up when you get home. I'm sure Kyle and Troy will correct him if he gets it wrong though."

"I still figured we had a few years on that one," Ken said. "Oh well, I knew the day would come soon enough."

"Well, I'm sure my oldest will take some of the work out of it for me," laughed Mark, "but then maybe I should do it first so he doesn't get the 14 year old street version."

"Would you rather of had boys or girls?" Jason asked curiously.

"I always wanted a daughter, but I think it's easier with boys. I know it's a bit of a double standard, but if the boy goes out and gets laid, it seems more acceptable, than if some horny teenage boy comes over to take out your daughter."

Jason looked at me and smiled. It probably wasn't the time to bring up what might happen if some horny gay boy came over to take out their horny gay son. They could deal with that if it came up. We finished cleaning up and headed down to the main beach. Ricky had been buried in sand, while Troy was building a sand castle which was really impressive. I guess all Colin's new sand was a hit with them. The night was almost an identical repeat of yesterday with s'mores and the campfire before sending the boys to clean up and hit the tent.

The rest of us had a few more drinks before retiring for the night ourselves.

"Do you think I'll get that hairy when I'm older?" Kyle asked as we settled down to sleep.

"Maybe. Hard to tell until the first hairs start coming in. You're not that hairy now, but chest hair is the last to come in, so only time will tell."

"I don't think I'd like it. Maybe a little chest hair, but not tons."

I could see that. I think you'd look good with a small amount. I hated chest hair, but no need to tell him that. Like all of us, we'd probably get some at some point, but I intended to do the laser hair removal when it happened to me. I watched as Kyle and Troy 69ed for a bit, but all the fresh air wore them out as they fell asleep shortly afterwards. They had zipped their sleeping bags together and looked really comfortable in each other's arms.

We got up late and had breakfast before packing up the tents and cleaning camp. We loaded things down by the main beach and then decided to wear out the boys by telling them they were warriors and had to hunt the elusive snipe. Bobby suggested that they wear war paint, so we muddied them up as they stripped to their underwear. Cory used tape so they could tie branches to themselves and Ricky thought it funny to make himself a loin cloth out of the dish cloths and taped it around his waist before taking off his underwear, exposing his slight sunburned ass. I wouldn't have been able to use a dish cloth to cover myself. I would have needed at least a dish towel. The other boys had to do it as well and were soon looking like savages. Well, savages in mud and duct tape. It looked like Lord of the Flies. They grabbed their spears' and whistles and headed into the woods. We could hear them banging on the trees to scare the snipes'. When we figured they had had enough, everyone took a dip in the water to clean up while we filled the raft and took it out to the boat. Then everyone swam over to it and climbed aboard before we headed back. The boys said they were hungry, so we gave them some snacks and juice and promised that we'd stop at McDonald's when we got back.

It was a fun trip and the Dad's thanked us and said they had enjoyed themselves. After the promised lunch and finally got home and unpacked, Cory lasted only a couple of hours before he was asleep on the couch.

The next few days were uneventful until Kyle surprised me on morning.

Next chapter will be along soon. Can we survive three months of Cory? Comments and suggestions welcome at outinwest@gmail.com