The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 84

We walked into the house and saw a dozen guys running around. Surprisingly all of them had clothes on, although a few were in shorts around the pool. Kyle saw us almost immediately and came running up to greet us.

"Hey guys, I kinda didn't expect you back until tomorrow," he grinned.

"Obviously," I said smiling back "Where's Cory during your orgy?"

"He's with Jason and Alex. They said they were going to spend the night over at Cory's place, so I asked a few friends over. It's not an orgy, it's just a party," he said trying to correct me. "Well except for Forrest up in the playroom upstairs. He's providing essential services for any drunk or horny guys. Very necessary for these kinds of parties. You can't have guys going home full of jizz, or having it leak out of their shorts and get all over the furniture, so they leave it in Forrest. You know, like having an ashtray for smokers, but instead of leaving ashes, they leave jizz."

"Yeah, I get it," I laughed. "Nice to see you being so considerate."

"That's just how I roll," Kyle beamed and ran off to get back to his friends.

"Well, it would be rude of us not to join in, wouldn't it? Can I go and get a drink?" Troy asked as he started to take off his shirt.

"Definitely," I agreed as I leaned over and kissed Colin and took him by the hand to go down to the activity room

Kyle strolled over with a shirtless Jordan following behind him.

"Hey Jordan. We haven't seen you in a while. How you been dude?" I asked him as I gave Kyle's friend a hug.

"I've been good, but things are tough at home. My Mom has to sell the house because my Dad is no longer part of the picture and we can't afford to keep the place because he's not paying us anything."

I felt so bad because I felt like we had a part in it. We had drained their bank account and Jordan had come out gay as a result of the fight with Kyle. It sucked that Jordan was being affected like this. "So what will happen? You guys gonna get an apartment or something?" I asked.

"I dunno. My Dad is still bitching about the fact that he owes money to Kyle which the court will keep once they sell the house, so there won't be anything left."

"Doesn't your Mom work?"

"Sure, but it's not enough to pay the mortgage and give my Dad his half of the house money. Kinda sucks that I have to move. Mom is talking about going out east to get away from him. I don't want that."

"You know what you need. You need a good blowjob and fuck to get your mind off things," I chuckled.

"Already did that. It didn't take the first time. Maybe I'll have to go again to see if that helps. Do you know anyone who is horny?" He laughed as he sat on my lap and wiggled his ass. I pushed the back of his shorts down and ran my finger into his crack and poked at his lubed hole. "Gross, sloppy seconds. Who wants an ass that's been used more than a $10 hooker?"

"HEY! I get $50, I'll have you know."

"$50 for a used ass? Damn that's pricey."

I pushed my finger further into his crack and he moaned and leaned against me. I pulled his head back and planted a big kiss on his lips. He kissed back and moved his ass on my finger.

"You like that huh?" I asked when we finally separated lips.

"God yeah. You're so sexy."

"You think I'm sexy?" I said smirking at Jordan.

"Duh! You're like the hottest guy I know. No offense Colin, because you're killer cute too."

"Thanks? I think..." Colin said as he tweaked Jordan's nipple.

"Jordan, you keep wiggling your ass on my cock like that and I'm going to strip you and fuck you right here in front of everyone," I warned him. He wiggled more and laughed.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, a few of the guys that Kyle has over are straight. Well, straight but gay friendly."

"They'd have to be around here," I smiled. "I'm surprised that the whole house isn't naked yet. This has got to be a first."

"I think the nude guys are upstairs in the room with that leather swing in it. The last time I went up there Aaron was fucking Myles, but I think Forrest is waiting for his turn on the swing."

"Well, I guess we should go check it out. I wouldn't mind getting you naked and having a ride on the Jordan express."

"Just remember, I get 50 bucks," he giggled as he slid off my lap.

"You cumming Colin?" I asked.

"Go ahead, I'm gonna go smoke a J first and then come up."

I took Jordan by the hand and as we got up to the next level, I pulled him into the kitchen, spun him around and pushed him face down on the table. I got behind him and yanked his shorts to the floor. "If this ass is 50 bucks, I'm going to have a look at it first. Maybe test drive it to see if it's any good." I dropped to my knees and pushed my face right into his crack and stabbed his hole with my tongue. He moaned appreciatively and moved back against my tongue so I could get in deeper. I pulled his cheeks apart and pushed my face further into his hole. I used one hand to reach between his legs to grab hold of his hardening cock and stroked him. My own dick was becoming painful inside my pants as it was also rock hard, so I popped the button on my jeans and fished it out. I moved from his ass a little and spit into my hand to give myself some lubrication. I returned to tonguing his hole as I fisted my steel pole.

"You know we eat on that table?" said Kyle as he came in the kitchen behind me.

I mumbled. "I am eating." Kyle just went to the fridge to grab a couple of drinks and then watched us.

"Hey Kyle, do me a favour. Hold him down. I'm gonna fuck him."

"50 bucks. 50 bucks," cackled Jordan as he laughed.

"Kyle can you shut him up? Put something in his mouth."

Kyle grinned and went over and shoved his thumb into Jordan's mouth. I stood up and pushed my pants to my ankles and just as I was about to fuck him, I had another idea. I saw a beer bottle on the counter almost full. I reached over and grabbed it and it must have been there a while as it was almost warm. I spit into my hand and rubbed it around the neck of the bottle and pressed it against Jordan's hole. He tensed up as it began to enter him, so I slapped him hard against his ass cheek and he gasped as the crack reverberated around the kitchen. I shoved the bottle in and tipped it up until the beer had flowed into him. I looked at Kyle who was smirking back at me and wondering what I was doing.

"I figured he needed a drink and this should also give him some lubricant," I explained as I pulled the bottle out and put it aside. Then, without warning I pressed my dick against his hole and pushed in. I could feel the cool liquid in his ass sloshing around and it was a very weird feeling. It was like I was fucking him underwater. I could smell the beer each time I pulled out and then as I slammed back in, it moved like a wave around my cock. Next time I did something like that I was going to have to use warm water, as the cooler liquid was having the same effect as if I was in a cold pool. You know...shrinky dink. I fucked him faster and harder, but I was losing my hardon and the smell of beer was overwhelming. I'd heard of beer battered fish before, but this was the first time I'd heard of a beer battered ass. I could see looking at Kyle that he was sporting a nice chubby in his swim shorts and he looked so cute standing there with his thumb in Jordan's mouth like a pacifier. I continued to fuck Jordan until my dick just went soft and plopped out. Note to self. No more fucking in cold beer asses. I slapped him across each cheek lightly.

"Hold that liquid in and pull your shorts back up and lets go get you emptied out." Kyle pulled his thumb out and Jordan stood up and dressed. The whole room stank of beer. I looked over at Kyle. "Don't get too comfortable. I'm taking your ass later. Maybe I'll do it in front of all your friends and let them see what a slut you are."

"I don't think so," he grinned. "Several of the guys down there are actually straight. That's why the whole place isn't running around naked and fucking."

"All the more fun. Get straight boys horny and drunk and I'll bet not a single one leaves without having had at least one blowjob."

"You wish," Kyle smiled.

"Dare me." I chuckled as I grabbed Jordan by the hand and pulled him upstairs to the bathroom to drain his beer ass and let him use the bidet to clean up. He squirted out the beer and rinsed his hole three times before I figured he had stopped smelling like a brewery.

"I think that beer went straight to my head. I feel kinda drunk," Jordan complained.

"Actually it went straight to your blood stream and you probably are drunk. A beer in the ass is the equivalent of three if you drink it. How many beer does it take before you are feeling it?"

"Two. I'm a bit of a light weight."

I laughed and told him to leave his clothes off and we crossed the hall to the playroom. Forrest was lying on his back on the sling while Myles was fucking him. That was a bit of a surprise as Myles is normally the guy being dominated.

"What the fuck are you doing slave? Get your cock out of the boy and let a real man get in there." I snapped causing him to look at me and smile. He pulled out and immediately got out of the way and dropped to his knees and spread his legs wide. His raging boner was so fucking hot that I almost wanted to go and do him right away, but since he was my slave, he could wait. Instead I went over and put my foot on it and pressed it to the floor. "You don't get to fuck someone without my permission boy, or I'll crush every bone in that dick so that you can't use it again."

Forrest laughed. "I know it's called a boner, but I don't think there are actually bones in it."

"So Sparkles thinks he knows everything does he? Jordan, go plug that gaping hole he calls an ass will you?

"That's Prince Twinkledick to you, and of course I know everything," he replied with a smirk.

"Really? Well maybe we should double fuck you then. See if that wipes the smile off your face. Maybe my cock and Aaron's."

"I'm good, but I'm not that good," He said lifting his head to look at me. "But I'd love to suck you off if you'll get naked."

You don't have to ask me twice. Forrest is so cute and with being so flamboyant, it made him even cuter at times. Right now was one of those times. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue and licked his lips in anticipation. Now who am I to deny someone in need. I yanked my shirt off and quickly got out of my pants and underwear so that I was as naked as he was. I went over and grabbed his head and turned it so that my cock was aligned with his open mouth. I had barely begun to push inside him when he moved closer to take me down his throat even quicker. "Mmmmm," he moaned as he reached for his cock to begin stroking himself. He loved being spit roasted and Jordan seemed to be enjoying himself too. I looked over at Myles who was watching, but as soon as he saw me look at him, he quickly shot his eyes to the floor, like a good slave should. I smiled to myself as his cock was showing no signs of deflating. This boy was about to be humiliated in front of everyone. I'd soon find out just how far he wanted to push this slave thing.

I didn't take long to shoot my load down Forrest's throat. I took him a bit by surprise as I held him by the head and blasted into him. He coughed a little as I flooded his mouth. I pulled out and wiped my wet dick all over the side of his face. As Jordan saw me do this he grunted and shot his own load inside Forrest's tight hole. I leaned down and kissed Forrest tasting my cum on his lips. "Mmmm, nice flavour."

"Your cock tasted like beer," he said smiling. "You fuck a keg or something?"

"Yeah the keg of Jordan," I laughed. Jordan pulled his dick out of Forrest and looked totally spent.

"Slave, don't just sit there like a doorstop, get over and clean Jordan's dick off."

Myles quickly scrambled over to Jordan and took his cock into his mouth and slurped and sucked until he was total clean and almost on his way back to hard again. Once Jordan took his cock away, Myles just stayed where he was.

"Don't stop there, boy. Get your tongue into Forrest's hole and lick all that cum out."

"Gross," said Jordan as he curled up his nose in disgust. Myles drove his face into Forrest's ass and I watched as he probed it with his tongue getting all Jordan's cum out. This boy had come a long way since he started his slave training. He was about to be tested to the max shortly. Forrest moaned and slowly stroked his hard cock as Myles licked and rimmed his sweet hole. I reached over and took hold of his 6 ½ inch cut cock and gripped it tight as I stroke him. I pulled it down between his legs and bashed it on Myles head.

"Okay slave, get up here and suck this cock. Forrest badly needs to blow his load." Myles jumped to his feet and I aimed Forrest's cock at his mouth and then pushed his head all the way down on it. He tried to gag, but I slapped him on the ass and told him to shut up and take it. Christ it was only 6 ½" not 10. Fucking pussy. "Slave, hurry up and get that juice into you." He sucked on it like it was the only thing in his life worth doing. As he was bent over, I shoved my thumb up his ass and played with his prostate. He jumped but kept sucking. Forrest announced that his load was on the way, so I held the top of Myles head and pushed it up and down as we waited for the cock to erupt. Once Forrest grabbed onto the side of the sling and I could see him releasing his boys, I pushed Myles all the way down and held him in place as I continued to thumb fuck him. Forrest stopped panting and relaxed, so I allowed Myles to get off him. I pulled my finger out of his ass and went over to the drawers and pulled out a collar and leash for Myles, as well as a leather snap cock ring.

"Kneel slave," I told him. He looked at me in horror as he saw them and I think he knew what I had in mind. I fastened the collar around his neck and clipped the leash to it. I got dressed and told the other two guys to put their clothes on as well. Once we were ready, I told Myles to stand and I grabbed his cock and fastened the cock ring around his shaft and balls and tightened it snuggly. Once I was satisfied, I slowly stroked his cock and kissed his cheeks and nibbled his ears until he was fully erect. "Nice, now follow along and let's go show off that cock and how smooth you are. I hope everyone has seen you naked before or they're gonna think you haven't gone through puberty yet."

"Master, may I speak?" He asked nervously.

"Go ahead," I agreed.

"Sir, some of those guys down there are straight and have no idea that I am your slave. I have to go to school with some of them. Can we do something else?"

"Of course. I mean a slave always is allowed to choose what he does and doesn't want to do. I was just going to show your hardon to everyone. I mean you have a 7 inch dick, so it's not like your small or anything, but since you figured that would be embarrassing, we won't do that. So instead, I'll take you downstairs and when I stop and talk to someone, you'll kneel and rest your ass on your heels and spread your legs wide and when I'm finished talking, you will ask the guy I'm talking to if you can give them a blow job. If you fail to do it, then I'll take you into the middle of the room and arrange for a few guys to fuck you while everyone else watches. If the guy says he doesn't want a blowjob, ask him again and tell him how good you are. If he still refuses, then you can offer him your ass. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," he said looking horrified. Even Forrest and Jordan looked a little shocked as they knew the straight guys too. It was one thing to know that you're friend might be gay, it was something else for him to be naked with a boner being led around asking to have sex with everyone. Also if someone agreed to let him suck their cock, he would be doing it in front of everyone. We wouldn't allow him to be photographed even though he was legally old enough. That was something we reserved for ourselves. I pulled him out of the room on his leash and he followed. He tried to minimize the embarrassment by looking down at the ground as we walked so he wouldn't have to see their reactions.

I walked up to the first boy I didn't recognize that was talking to Aaron and introduced myself. "Hey, I'm Justin."

"Patrick," he said smiling at me. He had short dark brown hair and a few faded freckles on his face, showing his age a little bit. He was probably 16, maybe 17, but seemed small for his age. They thing that I notice the most were the dimples when he smiled. I almost wanted to put my fingers in them and twist. Weird, I know. He was making my dick hard. I know that's hardly a news flash, since pretty much every guy makes my dick hard. "So how do you guys know each other?"

"We're in the same school. Aaron and I are in Phys. Ed. together. I also run the backstage area for the drama club."

"So like an AV nerd?"

"No, more like a stage manager to get everyone on their marks on time," he explained.

"Nice. Well it's nice to meet you." I stopped and looked at Myles who dropped to his knees and looked up at Patrick. I could see his heart thumping so hard that his whole chest was moving and I was pretty sure I could hear it beating.

"Sir, may I give you a blowjob and take care of your needs?" he said struggling to get the words out.

"What?" said Patrick obviously not sure that he had heard.

"Sir, I would like to give you a blowjob," he repeated.

"Is he serious?" Patrick asked.

"Of course. Whip our cock out and he'll suck it for you."

"Right here?" He asked looking around at the guys looking at Myles on his knees.

"Doesn't have to be. We can go upstairs to a bedroom. If you don't want a blowjob, you can just fuck him instead," I offered.

"I dunno. I've only had one blowjob and it wasn't that good. The girl got her teeth in the way and cut me."

"What was she? A vampire. Trust me Myles is a pro. If he doesn't get you off properly, he'd get punished so he's always perfect."

"I dunno. This is kinda weird," He said as he rubbed his crotch obviously feeling the sexual tension in front of him.

"It's up to you. If you need to get rid of that boner, just come find us." I reached out and cupped his groin through his pants and he jumped a bit and moved slightly back, turning a slight shade of red as he did. I smiled to him and pulled Myles up and we went in search of the next guy. The second straight boy was called Jimmy and after I introduced myself and Myles was down on his knees again and asked if he could blow him, Jimmy just turned red and said politely declined. He did take a moment to check out Myles' body though. I thought we might convince him, but no such luck. We tried two other guys, but no one was up for the event.

"Looks like you're losing your touch slave. Obviously no one wants your skanky body. Maybe we'll have to put you on an exercise program. I've never seen a straight boy turn down a blowjob before. Way to scare them off."

"Sorry Master," Myles said trying not to smile at me. I handed his leash to Aaron and told him to take the trash away.

"Make sure you tie him into the sling and I'll let everyone know that he's available to use for the next hour," I said to Aaron. "Secure him tightly so that he can't get away. Put a blindfold on him as well."

Aaron took the leash and pulled Myles upstairs. I smiled and went over to stand next to Kyle. I put my arm around him and leaned against him as he talked to one of his friends.

Jared, from next door, and Troy jumped in the pool and began to dunk each other as they played around. It didn't take long before it turned into a wrestling session and Jared resurfaced with Troy's shorts over his head. He spun them around and flung them onto the deck. Troy wasn't one to lose easily so he attacked back and yanked off Jared's shorts next. It didn't look like Jared put up much of a fight though. He grabbed Troy and backed against the side of the pool and pulled Troy against him so that his chest was against his back. From the position they were in, it was obvious to see that Jared was slightly squatting down as Troy straddled him. I watched closely at the facial expressions and you could almost see the moment of penetration as Troy sighed slightly. Then he began to bob up and down in the water oblivious to anyone around them who might be watching. I walked over to them.

"Enjoying the fuck Troy?"

"Hell yeah."

"Jared, just make sure you cum inside him fully so that we don't have your floaties in the pool."

"No problem there," he grinned as I saw his hand wrap around Troy's waist and grab his cock. "But I can't promise that Troy won't spew in the pool.

"Once you've finished fucking my brother, get your ass to the playroom so that I can fuck you. Lie face down on the bed and have your legs spread. I recommend having your ass lubed up too."

Jared smiled and fucked Troy faster. Such a slut. How do these boys get to be so slutty? I will have to teach them how to behave...Just as soon as I try to get the straight boys naked. I wanted to see the three straight cocks before the day was over. It was only a short while later when I got my first chance. Patrick headed into the downstairs bathroom and I followed him in.

"Oh sorry dude, I'm just taking a piss, I won't be long," he said as I startled him a bit.

"Don't worry about it. We can take a piss together. No different than a public bathroom," I said as he stared at me.

"I suppose. You guys sure are comfortable about being naked around here aren't you?" He asked as we stepped up to the toilet.

"Sure, why wouldn't we be? We're all guys and we all have dicks. Plus most of us are gay so it's just not a big deal. Hell we usually skinny dip all the time around here. Nudity is about as common junk food around here." I watched as he pulled his cock out to take a piss. I wasn't trying to hide the fact that I was looking either. I opened the top of my pants and unzipped to get my own dick out. I had to grin t myself when I saw him look at me. I'm telling you, I don't care if you are straight or gay, if a guy whips out his dick beside you, you're going to look. If only for that satisfaction of comparing it to your own. Patrick was no different. His cock was average size for being limp but I did notice that he had one of those cock that looked partially circumcised. The skin was half was over his tip, letting part of it peek out. I think that was my favorite type of look on a dick. I wasn't a big fan of guys who had tons of foreskin covering their knobs, but I liked how sensitive uncut guys were compared to cut guys, so this was perfect. I watched as his piss stream began and I let mine cross with his. He smiled and waved his dick back and forth without saying anything. We were playing swords like little kids without acknowledging it. Just as he was about to finish I spoke up again. "Nice cock Patrick. Looks like you have huge balls too. Do you jerk off a lot?"

"Ummm...sometimes," he said hesitantly.

"When was the last time you choked the chicken?"

"Four days ago," he replied.

"Seriously? Dude, you should be doing it at least once or twice a day. You gotta empty those nuts man. You let that shit build up and you end up having wet dreams or it could be bad for your prostate down the road."

"Really? So is that why I end up with sticky underwear some mornings?" he asked looking like I'd just solve the mysteries of the universe for him.

"Of course. If you don't take care of it, your body will," I said as I reached over and slid my hand under his balls to feel them. He jumped but didn't move otherwise. "See how full they are? Once they get loaded up like that, your body has to get rid of it to make room for more." I had no idea if that was true or not, but I think it had some basis in truth. As I spoke to him and fondled his nutsack, I let one of my fingers rub underneath it to tickle him. It had the desired effect as his cock began to inflate. "See how sensitive you are. Your cock is already getting hard." I put my hand on the side of his pants and slowly began to lower them letting gravity drop them to his knees. He was now just in his t-shirt and underwear and I kept going before he realized what was actually happening. I pulled his shorts down and knelt down, turning him to face me slightly. "Yep, you've definitely got a huge build up of cum. You can see how swollen it makes your cock. Normally they're not that sensitive," I lied. As far as I knew they were ALWAYS that sensitive. Maybe not when you got super old, like in your 40's, but certainly as a teenager they were. I took hold of Patrick's penis and pretended to feel it for swelling, which of course created even more swelling. He was totally hard and sporting at least a 6 inch cock. His foreskin had pulled right back and the entire head was exposed. "Since we're here, we should take care of it."

"What is someone comes in?" he said nervously but making no attempt to get away from my hands.

"Then they'll either watch, join in or leave. That's just how it is around here. Are you ready to drain those balls?"

He nodded and just stared at my hand on his dick. If he seriously thought I was just going to jerk him off, he was mistaken. I rubbed his balls with one hand while I stroked him with the other, then to his surprise I put my mouth over his cock and swallowed it all the way down to his pubes. He gasped and put his hands on my head to steady himself. I used my tongue furiously on his shaft as I sucked him off and I knew that there was no way he'd make me stop now. I made sure to slobber a lot on his cock and as I felt my spit run down his balls, I wet my finger in it and pushed it between his legs and up towards his hole. It eased it several times back and forth until I had it good and wet, each time applying a little more pressure on his virgin rosebud. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him.

"You ready to drain those balls?"

He nodded without saying a word.

"Okay, hold on, you're about to find out why guys know how to give head better than girls." I swallowed his cock again and as I got all the way down his hard shaft and buried my nose into his pubes, I shoved my finger in his ass and pressed down on his prostate and rubbed it rapidly. I moved my head back and ofrth on his cock, using extra pressure and suction, while licking the underside of it with my tongue. At the same time, I wrapped my free hand around his balls sack and pulled down, using my index finger to rub behind them and towards his crack. He yelled out, grabbed hold of my head and let the floodgates open as he blasted my throat with multiple hot blasts of pure sweet jizz. I felt like I'd been hit by a pressure washer as he fired at least ten shots into me. This boy wasn't kidding about not having unloaded in a while. I wouldn't have room for dinner now, I was so full of his cum. I kept sucking put he had to pull out saying it was way too sensitive now. I smiled and stood up as I grabbed a glass of water to rinse the rest of my mouth and get his cum out.

"So now if Myles were to ask if you wanted a blow job, what would your answer have been?"

"A holy fucking shit YES! Damn dude, I had no idea that blowjobs were supposed to be like that," he exclaimed. "Ermm...but could you keep that between us? I don't want the other guys to know what we did."

"Sure no problem. I promised them I wouldn't say anything either, so all of your secrets are safe with me," I said trying not to smirk. I hadn't done anyone else yet, but he now believed I had. "If you ever want more, just let me know." We made sure we were dressed properly and headed back out. I bumped into Colin as we exited the bathroom and he just gave me a bit knowing smile. I licked my lips for him and he grinned even wider.

"Slut," he whispered.

"Am not, and you're next bitch." Speaking of next, I ran upstairs to have a look for Jared. He was sprawled out on the bed face down as he watched Aaron slowly fucking Myles in the sling. He didn't appear to be in a big hurry as he just moved with full strokes in and out of Myles' ass. His hands running all up and down the slave's chest, tweaking his nipples as he passed over them. Aaron seemed to be enjoying himself without the pure need to just blow his load. It was just a fuck for the sake of a fuck. Myles was moaning and licking his lips each time Aaron bottomed out in his ass. I went over to Jared, grabbed the lube, stripped and climbed between his legs. I buried my face in his ass while I got myself hard and then aimed my pole at his tight pucker and inserted myself. I didn't bother to wait and hammered all the way into him and then lay down on his back. I fucked him for all I was worth, with the only intention being to empty my balls into him. I pushed his head into the pillow and rapid fired my cock in and out of his ass. He tried to tighten it a few times, but I just hammered through and kept on fucking. After a couple of minutes, I felt the familiar tingle hitting my body. I put my hands under his arms and looped them around the back of his head as I lay my full weight on him and fucked even harder. I cried out in ecstasy as my load raced out of my tube and into his waiting ass. I literally bounced on him until my cock stopped throbbing and then relaxed until I caught my breath. I pulled out, wiped my cock on his ass cheeks, slapped him hard and got off the bed.

"Thanks buddy. That was hot!" I grabbed my clothes and slapped Aaron on the ass hard as I walked past, causing him to yelp a little. I made my way to my bathroom to clean up. After a quick shower, I headed back downstairs and hung out with the guys. There wasn't any sex going on, just drinking, swimming and usual stuff. Straight boy parties sure are boring. As I sat on the couch scanning through the computer for a movie to throw up on the big screen, Forrest came and sat beside me. He draped one leg over mine and leaned against me.

"Hey Sparkles. What's new?" I asked.

"Colin told me that you guys are building a new cabin on your island, but haven't started it yet."

"True. We wanted to finish the dock first so we had a place to bring all the materials."

"You know I'm taking interior design at school now right?"

"No, I had no idea, but good for you. You certainly have a flair for it."

"OMG, stereotyping me because I'm a fag. Well, I never!" he said in his best impersonation of a nelly fag.

"No, stereotyping you, because you're a slutty fag, who wears more sparkles than Elton John."

"Oh, ok! Anyway, I wonder if you'd consider letting me design the interior of it for you. Once you get the plans, send them to me, so I can draw something up for you."

"Sure, sounds like fun. But we want to keep it to a fairly rustic cabin in the wilderness theme. No disco balls or frilly fucking curtains, and not a single framed poster of Justin Bieber."

"So the pink bear skin rug and crystal penis chandelier are out then?" he laughed.

I chuckled with him and agreed that he could design the interior. I told him that we would probably have a big open main floor and a loft style upper bedroom, overlooking the lower level. I also suggested several murphy beds that would fold down at night, but could go up in the day to have lots of space, it might work better. We agreed that the cabin should sleep at least 12 with beds, since that was technically the maximum number of passengers on the boat. He was positively giddy about designing it and said he could use it towards credit for his night class. I was glad to help and wondered what he would come up with. If he hadn't just been laid, I was pretty sure he would have sucked my dick right then and there he was so happy. It was great seeing him so happy. I put my arm around him and started the movie. It had only been going a couple of minutes when Jordan appeared holding Troy's hand. They sat on the big chair together. Or perhaps more correctly, Jordan sat on the chair and Troy sat sideways on his lap and leaned against him. I smiled and wondered if I had missed something recently. I knew they were becoming friends, since they now went to the same school, but they sure seemed close, or perhaps they were just friends with benefits. I have lots of those. Actually I don't think I have friends without benefits. Wonder how you get some of those? I know, those are called girls!

After the party ended and everyone headed home, I noticed that Kyle and Troy went into Troy's room together. Perhaps Kyle just wanted to know what had happened in Seattle, or perhaps he was just being supportive. Maybe, and this is a huge maybe, maybe they were going to have sex. Oh the shock and horror. Okay, let's face it. They were going to have sex, even if just to get each other off before they fell asleep. That's how we all roll!

Speaking of which, I made love to my slightly stoned husband before we fell asleep in each other's arms. Each time my dick entered him or his entered mine I felt that special connection. I couldn't wait to share another load with him or get my tongue into his mouth and attach ourselves to each other. Sure sex with new people and strangers and pretty much anyone with a penis, was fun, but sex with Colin topped the charts. He was multi-platinum in my mind. (That's some sort of record chart thing).

Monday afternoon, I was home playing house as I went around cleaning shit up. I mean we'd had guys hired to clean our house before, but I usually never let them do their job, so I ended up having to do a lot of the work. I'm surprised the pool and garden gets done. I'd fucked Zane so many times I think he figured it was part of the job description. Not that either of us were complaining. I was grabbing a snack when Kyle walked in the house.

"Hi Honey, I'm home!" he yelled mockingly.

"Hey dude, why are you home already?"

"No big deal. I've been suspended."

"What? Why?"

"I think they just can't handle how awesome I am. I think that my awesomeness is just too awesome for them," he grinned as he grabbed a coke from the fridge.

"Is it because you used the word awesome too much?" I smiled.

"Nah, I'm just too Kyle for them. They just can't handle a fag as fierce as the Kyle," he said snapping his fingers.

"Are you high?"

"No, why? Do you want to smoke some weed and fuck? You can put your scooper in my pooper."

"Okay what the fuck is going on? I know you don't have to explain yourself to me at all, but I'm here to help sweetie. Did you really do something wrong or is this just a misunderstanding. Since when are you a shit disturber?" I asked, slightly concerned that something really was wrong here.

"I've decided that for my senior year I'm going to be the adult I have the paper to prove I am. If they can't handle it or feel threatened by me, then I guess I get suspended."

"So what did you do, Mr. Adult?" I smirked as we sat down on the couch.

"The teacher asked us to write a two thousand word essay on what we did during the summer and read it to the class. The idea was for the essay to be presented like a public speech and write the report exactly as we might talk to a group of people. I read mine and the next thing I knew I was in the principal's office. She said she was going to call my Mom, until I showed her that my parents are no longer part of my life. She said unless an adult wished to take responsibility for me, I'm suspended until I re-write the essay and apologize. So, looks like my senior year has ended rather quickly. How much was that tutor you got for Troy, maybe I could hire him. He was cute, maybe I could offer him my ass in trade."

"That must have been one hell of an essay," I said getting ready to jump into action to help him.

"Wanna read it?"

"Sure, if you want me too."

He fished it out of his backpack and handed it to me. I smiled as I saw the title of it.

Kyle Unfiltered

I'm starting my senior year of school and what's the first thing we're asked to do? Write a children's essay about our summer adventure. Not talk about the future or what we plan to do in 9 months, (no disrespect to the pregnant girl in grade 11) but what we did with the summer that has gone by. Of course, it isn't a small essay, it has to be two thousand words. Why not 1946 words, or 2125 words? Does the title count, or the fact that I'm wasting words talking about how long the essay should be? How fucking long does it take to say, I woke up late every day, beat off and went to the mall in search of hot boy ass? Now seriously, I ask you what's next? Fucking show and tell? Maybe at recess the teacher will let us play hide and seek, and jump double dutch with the girls. Oooo Yay! So you really want to know about my summer adventure? Well grip your panties; get out the Kleenex and hold on to something because it was all sex all the time.

First and foremost, in case you hadn't figured it out from the opening paragraph, I'm a big ole fag. A butt rippin', cock munchin' queer. Hopefully you're okay with that because if not, then this essay is gonna be seriously uncomfortable, since after all, you wanted honesty. Oh, and I'm also an adult; have been for over a year now. I have legal documents to prove it. That happened mainly due to my situation with my parents who are about as narrow minded as Hitler; you know who I'm talking about, the guy with the large gas bill and a serious shortage of body bags. I told them I was gay and they showed me the door...you're gone, figure shit out, see ya. Fortunately I met some cool guys who took me in and let me live with them. Now I know what you're thinking. A cute little gay boy like me, living with two older fags. But Kyle, they'll take advantage of your innocence. After all, queers only want one thing.' Well guess what, you're not wrong. They did take my innocence. I innocently thought that if I left all my cool clothes in my closet, they'd be there when I got back, but oh no, they're being worn by everyone in the house, so to get even I now wear their clothes too. That'll teach em. As for sex, hell, I've being doing that with my boyfriend for over a year and a half, so no innocence left there. His parents don't like it much, but then who asked them to watch? We spent half the summer in his room drilling each other as if we were Alberta oilmen and one of us has an oversized drill.

The summer started out with the guy I fell in love with getting married to another guy, who I also love. NO, neither of them are my boyfriend. Now if that isn't a kick in the nuts. I tell the guy I love him, and he goes and marries another dude. At first I thought I should probably just jump in the truck and head for Alaska to get away from this crazy shit, but then I realized, I really don't like snow and -40 weather, although polar bears and the aurora borealis are cool. Then I remembered from Social studies that Alaska is part of the United States, so I couldn't live there anyway, especially since I don't own a gun. See how I cross referenced another school class there? Shows I DO pay attention in school, and unlike it said on my report card, my mind does not wander away...well at least not for long. So I decided not to take off and just think about it before making a rash decision. I do all my best thinking with my legs over the back of my head while my boyfriend looks into my eyes and breathes heavily, giving me encouragement and support. That's fine if he's used a mint, not so good with morning breath. Once my roommates got back from their honeymoon, not much was different. Every night was still the same with skinny dipping parties and sex, and I was still just as much a part of the family as always. The only difference was that they got some cool wedding presents that they shared with us, like a private island and killer yacht. I could live on that island for the rest of my life. For that matter, I could live on the yacht. It has several bedrooms in it although I found it takes a while to get used to the motion of the ocean. We initially found intruders on the island, but they were quickly tied up and tortured as justice was dispensed, before they were sent packing. The place has huge potential and once the renovations are done, I can see that it would be a great location to hang out, as long as it's warm. One of the first rules of the island is that you don't talk about the island...no, no, that's fight club. What the hell is our first rule? Right...clothes are not permitted. So like I said, good if it's warm, not so good if it's raining. Believe me, nothing is better than having some outdoor fun with your boyfriend while one of you is bent over examining the forest floor. Well, you did ask what I did this summer, and now that I'm telling you, you think it's getting a little risqué. You should have been more specific in your instructions. This might be inappropriate for elementary school where this kind of essay would include things like; we went to aquarium and swam with a dolphin and my Mom gave me rocky road ice cream for the first time. It was nummy. But you asked a gay emancipated teenager in his final year of school what he did this summer, what the hell do you think we get up to? Don't worry, I didn't include this paragraph in my two thousand words.

Now I have to admit there were difficult lows during the summer as well as the incredible highlights. One of the low points was where my roommate's brother was beaten almost to death and left to die in the woods. We barely found him in time and thought we had lost him, but he managed to pull through. We were too late for our other friend who was already dead by the time we found him, and I will miss him like he was a brother. The killer is still out there, and it's times like this where I wish we'd bring back capital punishment, or allow for vigilante justice. I miss Lawrence as he was starting to get his life together, and then some stupid asshole decided to rape both of them and leave them for dead, almost succeeding twice instead of once. That was about as low as it gets. I am seriously considering therapy to help me deal with his loss, although having all my roommates around has helped a lot. They may not want to marry me, but they care about me more than anyone else ever has. I love it when we just lie around and talk about things that are bothering us. Nothing is off limits and it really helps, but I suppose that a professional shrink might be good at some point to help me deal with this tragedy. Being gay is easy...just be gay. But dealing with death sucks. I see Lawrence every time I close my eyes and I sometimes wake up suddenly, as if he were in the room. So I've spent a lot of my summer, waking up to nightmares, and possibly a ghost.

On the opposite end of that scale was a trip to Kansas City. My roommate and his husband had a meeting to go to, so my boyfriend and I tagged along like carry-on luggage for the four days. I'm definitely not complaining, as I was allowed to fly the Gulfstream which is actually sic as shit. I am so buying one, although I only have $75,000 so far, and a Gulfstream is over $30 million, so if I do the math...(wait while the theme music plays and I carry the one), I'm still at least a bucketload of cash short. So for now, I just convince to pilots to let me fly whenever we go anywhere. While they had their meetings, my boyfriend and I spent four days exploring Kansas City, not to mention Braden, one of my friends there. His boyfriend was at the same meeting, so we were all left alone together, and you know what happens when you leave your boyfriend unattended. Someone's gonna stick things in him. That boy can handle bone better than an archaeologist. And by bone, I mean cock. Am I allowed to say cock in this essay, or do I have to use the more proper term...penis? Let's just say penis so you don't think I'm a potty mouth. It would seriously suck shit if you thought that of me. But get this, after the meeting was over, the guy I love, who you remember from a few paragraphs ago, took Braden to bed with him and gave us a show worthy of a Tony award. No asking me if I'd like to be his co-star for the show, just wham, bam, thank you Miss America. He might as well just have taken a club and beat me like a baby seal. It couldn't have hurt less. I got even though and made out with Braden's boyfriend right next to them. I'm not even sure they noticed. My boyfriend was a little stunned by the whole thing, although it did get him all charged up for the rest of the night. He couldn't stop having intercourse (I'm not sure if anal sex is considered intercourse, but I wanted to use more of those correct words, so you wouldn't be offended like if I had said we were fucking all night) which left me almost too tired to hit the waterpark and rollercoasters the next day. But once the clothing optional part began at the theme park and the orgy kicked in, I was fully ready to go. I was allowed to fly the Gulfstream back on the way home, well co-pilot, so all in all that was a good weekend.

Then we had surprise visits, first from `Marvin the Martian' (real named edited out), and then from the boy band One Direction. I know what you're thinking. Why would a guy my age like a boy band? Hello? Have you not being paying attention to my essay at all. Fag...remember. Boy band...with emphasis on boy. These dudes were everything the media made them out to be. They were funny and outgoing with wicked accents, plus they were easy on the eyes. Not so easy on other body parts, as I had to keep finding cold water to jump in. But we did spend a couple of days together and ended up on our private island where we could all run around naked without worrying about the paparazzi trying to hunt us down. My roommate and his brother own The Slam'r nightclub and it was the one year anniversary, so One Direction performed along with some cast members of Glee and Nicki Minaj, not to mention the DJ David Guetta. It sucks that I'm only 17 as I wasn't allowed to be in the main club or drink, but fortunately there's an area upstairs where I hung out with the performers. One Direction spent the night at the house, where I finally got to pound back a few drinks with them, and I can say with all honesty that Harry Styles spent the night in my bed. Now if I was trying to gain popularity points with the girls; I'd leave that part of the essay right there, but we want truth to rule the day. So it's important to know that while Harry slept in my bed, I had to share a bed with my roommate's triplet and his probably soon to be boyfriend. They screw like bunnies, so I'm assuming they're gonna get together at some point, especially if he moves here from Montreal. Try sleeping in a bed where that is going on. I felt like I was sleeping on a paint shaker.

What other crap did I get up to this summer? I borrowed the Lamborghini several times while my roommate and his new husband were on their honeymoon. Don't tell them though as I forgot to fill up the gas. Sweet ride, and talk about a guy magnet. Holy crap. It's true what they say, you don't need a big penis when you have a car like that. Wait, don't get me wrong...I definitely DO NOT need that car. Yeah, you get my drift! So add the car to that, and holy squeaky bedsprings batman, I never wanted them to come home from the honeymoon. But they did, and I had to go back to using my truck. Meh, that's okay though. I took my boyfriend camping for a few days which was awesome as we met a couple of other guys out there who showed us how to cliff dive. I was more into cliff jumping and cliff riding. That was the guy's name...Cliff. Oh my god, relax, it was a joke. I'm not good with heights and someone should warn you to hold the boys' in your hands before you hit the water, otherwise it'll feel like someone took a size 12 boot to your nards. At the end of summer, my roommate's little brother came to stay with us. He's 10 and a precocious little guy. Do I get extra marks for using the word precocious? He asks so many questions about everything and seems to be everywhere at once. We've had to really be careful around the house as he pops up like a weed when you least expect him. I have to lock my door at night, especially if I have someone over. No need to give the kid something else to ask even more questions about. Frankly he should just stay in the other house. I'd lock the blast doors between the two to keep them separated, but he'd probably just stroll in from the pool deck and ask why the doors were closed. So for now we have all had to change our ways and behave age appropriate', as my roommates call it. So that's what I did during the summer. Just a normal couple of months in the life of Kyle. I need a beer after all this verbal diarrhea, or maybe a joint. Anyone got one?

Kyle Unfiltered.

"Nice paper. I wish I could write like that when I was in school. It's honest, I'll give you that."

"I know right, but believe it or not, that's one of their big complaints. They said I can't distinguish fantasy from reality. They also had other issues; like language, sex and drinking, drugs and they even thought there was cause to call child services on you guys for corrupting a minor."

"Is there anything that didn't piss them off?"

"About the only thing they seemed genuinely concerned about was when I talked about my feelings about Lawrence. At first the Principal figured it was another part of my fantasy mind until my teacher told her that she knew that part was actually true, so now they think I should see the school counsellor. Yeah, like I'm going to see a minimum wage public servant for advice. If they had good advice, they wouldn't be working as a school counsellor."

"So what do you want to do? We can give the principal a call and get you back in school, or you could go to a private school, or finish with a tutor. You're the adult."

"I wanna go back to school. All my friends are there, plus Troy has just started. He needs all of us around."

"Do you want my help, or can you handle it?"

"I could probably use some help if you don't mind," he admitted, the awesome fierceness having drained out of him a bit.

"Cool. Give me a couple minutes." I picked up the phone and called Colin. "Hey hubby, who do we know on the public school board?"

"The Vice-president. Why?"

I told him a short version and he said that ADAM would have the number. I had it transferred to my phone in case I needed it.

"Let's see if we can get you back into school. I can't have you hanging around here all day. It'll cut into my sex with the pool boy, neighbor, postman and door to door bible bashers," I laughed as I threw my arm around his shoulder and messed up his hair.

"HEY! Don't mess up the doo! It's what makes the Kyle, the Kyle!" he chuckled as he flipped his hair back into place.

"The Kyle? Jesus, narcissistic much?" I picked up the phone and called the school and arranged for Kyle and me to meet the principal and teacher after lunch.

We headed to the school and were told to wait in the outer office until they were ready for us. A moment later we were called into the principal's office. I still felt like a high school student about to be in some serious shit. The English teacher was already in the office with the principal.

"Thank you for coming down, Mr. Masters. Please have a seat gentlemen," she said indicating the chairs in front of her desk. "I'm sorry that you needed to come down here, but as administrators we have to handle situations that come up that aren't in keeping with acceptable standards. It is also our job to look out for the welfare of all the students. We have avoided calling child protective services due to Kyle's age."

"And the fact that he's emancipated, so is by law, an adult," I added quickly. She ignored the comment as she apparently had her own agenda.

"Kyle's English teacher feels that the assignment he handed in is of serious concern. The language, sexual content, fantasies and inappropriate nature of his essay have given cause for us to react, and after reading it, I have to agree."

"I've read the essay. What's the problem exactly?" I asked her bluntly.

"Mr. Masters, there are so many things wrong with this paper that I almost don't know where to start."

"You mean like spelling and punctuation, because it seemed to read pretty well to me?" I asked even though I knew some of what it was about, according to Kyle. "Well for starters, the subject matter was very inappropriate. Then there are the embellishments of what happened during the summer. This was supposed to be a real account of what took place. It appears that Kyle has a vivid imagination, which is admirable, but not was not part of this assignment. Perhaps it was his way of dealing with the disturbing and extremely traumatic loss in your lives. That is one of the most concerning items."

"That I would agree with. Kyle, do you really have nightmares about it?"

"Yeah. I keep thinking how easily that could have happened to me."

"Well just let me know if you want a therapist, we can easily get you one."

He smiled at me weakly, "thanks."

"So, is that it? The concern over the death of Lawrence?"

No, he would need to re-write the essay to make it factual and correct all the fictional parts. Also there is the reference to underage drinking."

"Fictional?" Kyle asked frowning. "Which part?"

"All of it. The private jet, nude theme parks, celebrities, private islands, exotic cars and boats, pilotin multi-million dollar jets, perhaps even the relationships and sexual experiences. This level of fantasy inevitably leads to criminal behaviour in the future."

I laughed out loud. "Oh my god, you're kidding. What the hell do they preach at Principal school? Really? That's what this is all about? You're concerned that he made all this up and is going to turn into what, a serial nympho? As for underage drinking, look up the law. If he wants to drink in his own house, that's up to him."

"Kyle," the teacher said from beside us. "The assignment was to give a truthful account of your summer. It wasn't a fantasy writing class."

"Miss Perkins, for the moment, if we put aside the belief that this was all fantasy, how was the actual paper in terms of writing skill and presentation?" Kyle asked.

"No one can deny that you are a good writer. Maybe that'll be your destiny someday. You presented it comfortably, looked at the class several times, smiled, used hand gestures and facial expressions appropriately. You obviously have no fear of public speaking at all. I can easily say that your presentation was the best in the class, although I'm not a fan of the language used or the frequent sexual comments."

"Did you tell us to avoid teenage language?" Kyle asked. He had learned well.

"No, but it is understood that some language and subjects are inappropriate."

"To..." I went to interject, but Kyle put his hand on my arm.

"I got this," he smiled.

"Inappropriate to whom? This is how teenagers talk and you asked me to present a paper to the class, not to a bunch of teachers or senior citizens, or even parents. You said we had to be engaging and interesting and not just read the paper as if we were robots. You should have been more detailed in your instructions. I wasn't the only one who used street language in the class."

"True, and some of it is acceptable in context, but your paper became a fantasy and somewhat of a stand for gay rights."

"Gay rights? Gays have all the rights of everyone else. The fight is over. We're equal. I have nothing to fight for. I simply told you what I did this summer and with whom," Kyle said getting a bit agitated. It was my turn to put my hand on his arm.

"Kyle, the fact that even now you believe that the paper was factual, means that perhaps there should be some medical help needed to help you deal with fantasy or reality. Do you spend a lot of time online in roleplaying fantasy games?"

"Kyle, don't answer that. I've heard enough. Not one item in there was a lie or fabricated..."

The principal cut me off. "Justin, I know your family from when you were in school here, and they certainly aren't rich enough to afford the type of lifestyle you are both trying to portray here. It is obvious that Kyle's fantasy world is being fueled by his home environment and that perhaps his living with you is detrimental to his well-being."

I grinned at her. "Oh please tell me you're calling me a liar. Nothing would make me happier."

"I think liar is a strong word. I think that perhaps you are just both lost in a fantasy world. You are free to live your life however you want, Justin, but while Kyle is a student here, we have an obligation to ensure he is safe, and report concerns to the authorities."

I sat there for a second to think about how I wanted to handle this. She had moved from just discussing an essay to almost threats of sorts. "Kyle, do you want to come back to school, or would you like me to send you to private school, away from people like this?"

"I want to stay here with my friends," he said quietly. "Unless we can have everyone transferred to a private school," he smiled. The principal sighed as if she continued to disbelieve us.

"Part of me wants you to go ahead and call the authorities so that I force this all the way up to the school board and insist that you be removed from your position after you issue a public apology, but that would mean that I affect Kyle in the process. I'm not willing to do that, so I'll prove everything that he is saying is true." I pulled my Ipad out of my backpack and opened up the files from the summer.

"Please feel free to have a look at the pictures." They were all the PG version of the summer, although there were enough shots of asses to prove that nudity was indeed part of it. Any pictures that showed frontal nudity or sex, we stored securely as we didn't feel like having ourselves all over the internet, and certainly any sexual shots with persons under 18 were non-existent. It may be legal to fuck a 16 year old, but it sure wasn't legal to take a picture or video of it. The teacher and principal looked at the shots of Kyle in the cockpit of the plane with his cheesy grin, pictures of everyone at Worlds of Fun, with many ass shots visible, the many pictures of One Direction at the island and everything else that proved that his story was the truth. They looked stunned.

"As good educators, you would think you would do your homework before calling someone out of touch with reality. If you want to call Aaron in hear, he could prove the relationship part of the essay as well. Not one thing, and I do mean NOT ONE THING, was made up. In fact he left out a hell of a lot of stuff that was quite frankly too school for cool. You should applaud how he toned it down. I'm sure his rough draft of Kyle Unfiltered is a lot more unfiltered than this essay. Perhaps he should have called it `Kyle Filtered for the narrow minded.' As for telling me what I can and cannot afford, that is none of your business, but again, if you had done your homework, you would see that both Jason and I are all over the internet. My wedding alone was big news. My husband is Colin Worthington if you need to look it up. Jason also owns The Slam'r nightclub."

"If that's all, we're leaving. You have Kyle's number to call him, once you've made your decision about reinstating him immediately. If he doesn't hear favorably from you by end of school today, I'll call Dan Hemlock at the school board and get him involved. I'm sure he'll love the fact that you called a good solid student a liar, and wouldn't accept his legal status as an adult."

I had no intention of going further but I was beginning to enjoy the power that money could bring. Was I becoming a snob? I don't think so bitches...You just don't mess with the Justin, yo! I shook hands with the teacher and principal and put my arm around Kyle as we walked out of the office. "You hungry Kyle?"

"Starving."

"Since we have a free day, maybe we should fly to Montreal for a smoked meat sandwich," I said loud enough for people to hear.

Kyle was smiling from ear to ear. "Thanks Mom!"

"Fuck you," I said as I pushed him aside.

"When I wrote that story, I figured it would get me in some sort of trouble," Kyle admitted as we headed home. "I simply asked myself WWJD?"

"What would Jesus do?" I said not quite following.

"No dumbass...What would JUSTIN do?" He giggled. The teacher was right about one thing, I WAS rubbing off on Kyle and as soon as I got him home, I would probably rub off on him again...IYKWIM! (I'll wait while you figure out the acronym).

No, we didn't go to Montreal, much to Kyle's disappointment, but I assured him the teacher would never doubt him again. I said that he should take the Lamborghini to school when he returned and pull up next to the principal as she got to work in her 2005 P.O.S. (piece of shit). The look on his face was priceless. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be able to back down on that offer now. A few hours later, the principal called and said that she had discussed the situation with the administration, and because of Kyle's school record, they would cancel the suspension and allow him back in school. The also said that under the circumstances they would accept his essay as written, although they still believed the language was a bit unacceptable. Kyle did his victory dance and came bouncing down the stairs to tell me. We cheered and went out for a nice dinner with everyone. While we had steak and lobsters, Cory just had a massive cheeseburger that was almost bigger than his head. He barely got through a quarter of it before announcing he was full. Surprisingly his stomach seemed to empty out quickly when ice cream was offered for dessert. Colin wasn't with us as he had to fly off to somewhere or other for a business meeting, so I was alone for the night. I wondered if I should look on Craigslist for a new toy for the night, but I decided to behave myself and just hung out with the guys.

After I crawled into my big empty bed, by myself, alone, without company, devoid of a sexual partner, I was just about to jerk it as Jason strolled in and climbed in with me. Maybe we do have some sort of twin-tuition. I thought he was there to fool around, but he seemed to have another reason.

Yeah, this is the end of the chapter. Back to a cliff hanger. Seriously that's his name, Cliff! He has some big hangers... Next chapter soon. Comments welcome at outinwest@gmail.com