The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 87

The phone rang and I answered it. It was the pilot responding to my text.

"Justin, I'm not sure why you're texting me. We got home yesterday. Didn't Colin return at that point?"

"No, I haven't seen or heard from him in a few days now. I just thought he was busy. Did he say where he might be going?" I asked getting concerned.

"I figured he was just heading home. Sorry Justin, but if I hear from him, I'll let you know.

I hung up and my head was spinning. Colin was in town somewhere and hadn't contacted me. That meant one of two things. He was having an affair and didn't want me to know, or he was in trouble somewhere. I figured I'd start with the latter first as I really didn't think he'd have an affair. After all, we could play with whomever we wanted so why hide it from each other? I hooked the computer up and connected to ADAM. I asked him to track Colin's last known location and also check all hospitals and police reports to see if anything showed up.

His last location showed up as the airport and then nothing. The search of accidents or hospitals turned up nothing. I asked ADAM to search for John Doe's in case there was some reason his real name wouldn't show up. There were only 6 reports of unknown people and after checking them all, none matched Colin. I was looking for cute blonde white twink, blue eyes with nice cut dick and amazing bubble butt in the description, but nothing. Jason and Alex were sitting beside me and were impressed by what ADAM could do. I figured I could trust them with this information since we had trusted each other forever, and this seemed like one of those times where I needed his help. They suggested several ideas as we searched, but when each one came up negative, we rapidly ran out of places to look.

"If he vanished right out of the airport, then maybe he just disconnected his GPS and is off doing something secret or private and doesn't want to be found," Alex suggested.

"I supposed, but it's just weird is all. He knows I don't check up on him, and we don't exactly have secrets."

"Well maybe he does and you just don't know about it. What if some of his business dealings aren't legal and he just doesn't want anyone to know about it," Jason remarked.

"I seriously doubt that. He's got tons of money, why would he need to do something illegal?"

"Think about it dude. He has way more money than even you knew about and I wonder if he got it all legally. How much do you know about his stuff anyway?"

"I know most things, and I know Colin. He wouldn't do something like that," I said as I sat wondering what to do next. But something about what Jason said bounced around in my head. How did he get all his money. I could see a few million, or even a couple hundred million, but billions? Maybe he was into something that I didn't know about and was hiding things from me. I asked ADAM to track Colin's GPS signal for the past month to see if there were any other gaps in it. While we waited for the reply, Jason tried being helpful to ease my anxiety.

"He's probably just switched teams and has a girlfriend on the side."

"Don't be ridiculous. He'd never do anything that bad. Maybe he's just a drug dealer or he's in the mob or something," I laughed.

"He could be boning a couple 14 year old boys and doesn't want to share," suggested Jason trying to wind me up. "Don't worry Justin, whatever it is, he'll show up in a day or two and you can ask him then. Meanwhile, we should plan on what we want to do tonight after the guys are done with homework."

"We could just leave them all here. Kyle and Troy could babysit and we could have a twin night," I suggested.

"Plus Alex," said Alex smiling as he wrapped his arms around us. We laughed and decided that we would all go to the new Batman movie after dinner. The guys got home and were excited about the idea of going out. Cory was the most excited and took Kyle up to his room. Kyle strolled down to the living room a short while later with a big smile on his face and sat on the couch. Cory followed and we all laughed. He was wearing a mask and cape and his Batman briefs, and nothing else.

"I think you'll need more than that to go to the movies," Jason chuckled.

"I know. I have to put my black shoes on too," he said as he jumped on Jason's lap and pretended to beat him up.

"Pow, Zap, Boff," he said moving in slow motion as he put his fist across Jay's face. Jason played along and moved in slow motion with him. I loved the old Batman references from the TV show. It was silly but typical. Of course, this pint size Batman was ticklish, so it didn't take long before Cory was screaming uncle as Jason tickled him furiously. Kyle took Cory back upstairs and the next time they came down he looked more presentable. He had added a black Batmen T-shirt with the yellow logo and black jeans. He was also wearing his black dress shoes, and with the cape and mask, he looked pretty good. Cory was always so much fun that we never knew what to expect next. We went to the movie and everyone commented on how cute he was. The movie was awesome and all of us were pretty pumped up by the time we got home. Cory and Troy were the most wound up and perhaps the sugar from the drinks and twizzlers were too much. Cory slept in his own bed, while Jason and Alex slept in his Mom's room. Kyle, Troy and I headed to my parent's house and spent the night there. Troy was a sex machine and decided to have a three-way with us before we wore him out enough so that he could sleep. I had to keep reminding him to be quiet so that my parents wouldn't hear.

In the morning, after everyone was off doing their thing, I headed home to see how the house was and if Colin had showed up yet. The house across the street had plenty of activity around it as the cleanup had begun and our place smelled a lot better, but it still smelled like a campfire. I lit several scented candles to help. I mean if it helps with farts, it should help with smoke. I also opened all the doors and windows and even took the video camera that the guys had set up and played back the video of the fire. It showed lots of people running around and the flames getting bigger and bigger. They were almost hypnotic to watch. We could easily stay in the house tonight, despite the damage to the siding. I called the insurance company to arrange their inspection and then went out to the backyard where Zane scared the shit out of me.

"Hey dude, what the fuck happened across the street," he said popping out from behind some bushes half naked.

"Hi Zane," I said trying to focus on his question and not his abs. "I dunno, it burned a couple nights ago and freaked us out completely. You don't need to work on the front yard today. We have to wait for the insurance guy to assess the damage first."

"Cool, no problem," he said giving me a big sexy smile. It was probably just one of his regular smiles, but it was still sexy. I was just about to jump him and do him right there in the grass when I heard the front doorbell. `Damn' I said to myself trying to get my boner to go back down. I raced to the door hoping that I could get rid of whoever it was quickly. I opened it and saw a young guy standing there.

"Hi, my buddy and I were wondering if you needed any yard work doing? We live in the neighborhood and are just starting our own business."

"Your buddy?" I said as I stood there looking at the guy by himself.

"Yeah, he's just a few seconds behind me," he said looking backward. I saw his friend approach and smiled. It was Patrick who I'd done at the party the other day...I mean the guy I MET at the party the other day. I smiled and the look on his face was one that said that he didn't want me to acknowledge him. I smiled to myself and my dick throbbed in my pants.

I looked them up and down realizing how cute they were. "We actually have a gardener that takes care of almost everything including the pool."

"Too bad. We are pretty good and we're cheap too," said Patrick as he flipped his brown hair back out of his eyes with a smile.

"Shouldn't you guys be in school?"

"Nah, it's a PD day."

"I haven't seen you guys around here before, are you brothers or something," I said letting Patrick know I was playing along with not knowing him.

"No, just friends."

"Well, I don't really have any gardening or anything. The guy we have is pretty good and he's an awesome pool boy too." I had to be careful not to think about Zane out in the backyard too much or I might cream my shorts. "The only thing that hasn't been done around here in a while is the house cleaning, but the guy is supposed to be coming on the weekend if he remembers. Sorry boys."

"We can do housecleaning. We can pretty much do anything," smiled the blonde boy. I wondered if that was true and told my dick to behave as it twitched in my pants. I grinned and asked them how much they charged.

"I suppose it depends on how much you needed done and how big the house is," the other blond guy said. "But we normally charge $20 per hour."

"Each?" I asked.

They looked at each other and smiled. I knew that they probably just charged $20 for the two of them so that they each took home $10, but I was in a teasing mood.

"Yes, but we work fast, so it usually doesn't take as long as with one person," he said redundantly. "If you would like us to give you an estimate, maybe you could show us what you needed doing."

They were pretty persistent, I'd give them that. I invited them in and they took off their shoes at the door. They were both in long shorts and t-shirts and didn't look like kids who needed money, but they wanted to work. I showed them around the one house and they seemed to be taking it all in and working out an estimate. Either that or they were planning to come back and rob us later after they'd scoped out the whole place. I decided to have even more fun and took them to the main bathroom.

"This room is the hardest to clean," I said as I flipped on the foam machine to start the bubbles. "We use it a lot and as you can see, it has a foam machine that that fills this place with bubbles and the film kinda sticks to the walls, so they need a lot of scrubbing. This room usually takes at least an hour on its own. The guy we have as our current cleaner finds it easier to strip and use the many shower heads to wash it down quicker and he ends up soaked. If he had to wash it by hand, he'd be here all day."

One of the boys put his hand in the bubbles and rubbed them in his fingers as if to check it out for stickiness. "Why do you want to fill a room up with foam?" He asked curiously.

"Have you ever had a bubble bath or soaped yourself up with tons of shampoo?" I asked. They both nodded. "Well imagine a whole room filled like that where you can have several people slipping and sliding around in it together. Believe me, it's more fun than the trampoline or pool. Great for sex too," I laughed and turned off the machine and headed out as if it were no big deal. The boys looked around the bathroom and took another handful of foam and ran it through their fingers, no doubt thinking about what I had just said. I handed them a towel to dry off.

"So this is the one house. Let me show you the other side."

"You mean there's more?" The one guy asked, his eyes going wide.

"Sure, follow me." I took them through the hallway into Jason's side and showed them around there as well.

"How long does it take your cleaner to clean this place?"

"Usually about 8 hours, but he doesn't do the whole thing every time. The big things are vacuuming, dusting, and the bathrooms. Things can get pretty messy with a house full of boys."

"I can imagine. I'm an only child and my bathroom is always a mess. I can't imagine having lots of guys around to mess things up," said Patrick. That was the first time they had strayed off their sales pitch and acted like teenagers.

"My sisters probably leave a bigger mess than me," said the blonde guy. "They have so much stuff all over the place with make-up and women things."

I showed them one of the bathrooms back on my side of the house. "How come you have two toilets?" Blonde guy asked.

"One is a bidet?" I answered.

"What's it for?"

I smiled and watched their faces as I explained it. Kyle had left the metal tube attached, so the description and visual would be instant for them. "Once you use the bathroom, you can use the bidet to clean your ass."

They looked at it and then at me, then back at the bidet and then at each other. I always loved seeing that expression, almost as much as I liked it when people checked out Jason, J.P. and me for the first time. "You mean you put that in your ass?"

"Yep. Just lube it up, sit on it and turn on the water. Cleans you right out. It's supposed to be healthy for you to do it on a regular basis, but not all the time of course."

"Seriously? You stick that up your ass and fill yourself with water?"

"Sure. You mean you've never given yourselves an enema?" I asked knowingly.

"No. That's kinda gross isn't it?"

"You mean cleaning your ass with water is grosser than wiping your ass with your hand while holding toilet paper, and then walking around after you've wiped shit up and down your ass crack? I dunno, seems like one is way grosser than the other. No skid mark in our underwear, that's for sure." I smiled and headed out of the bathroom. The boys followed after having another quick look at the bidet. You could almost feel their ass cheeks clenching at the thought of something being shoved up there. I showed them the backyard and they were impressed. Zane was working hard and didn't even look up.

"Wow, I'd love to be the gardener here. If your guy ever quits, I'd like to apply for the job," said the blond.

"I'll keep that in mind. He also does the pool and hot tubs too, although he usually does those in the nude, so he can get right into the water and clean filters and side walls, etc."

"In the nude?"

"Sure. We like hanging out around here without clothes. Skinny dipping is so much better than with shorts."

"That's true. I skinny dip at the lake all the time when we go up there," said blondie.

"I suppose if you guys wanted to earn some money, you could clean the main bathrooms and vacuum the activity room. It would take too long to do the whole house. How long do you think it would take if you were interested."

I'm guessing three hours," said the brown haired guy. "How much would you pay?"

"Are you gay or straight?" I asked looking directly at them.

"Ummm...straight. What would that have to do with it?" He asked.

"Nothing really, but like I mentioned there's lots of nudity around here. We couldn't really have someone working here that would be uncomfortable with nude guys. So if you were gay, you'd probably be more comfortable. That being said, if you worked nude we pay $30 an hour. If you stayed clothed we pay $15."

The boys looked at each other and I figured they would be running for the door figuring that I was going to rape them or something. "You wouldn't expect us to have sex with you or anything would you? `Cause I don't mess around with guys at all," said the blonde guy.

"No. We get enough sex without having someone around that doesn't want it. We just like guys around who are comfortable with nudity."

"I think it might be weird at first, but I've been skinny dipping and suntanning nude, so I'm sure I would be okay with it," said the blonde.

"I'm not sure I could go nude in public, it might be weird," said Patrick, trying to look extra straight in front of his friend. "Would guys end up having sex in front of us?"

"They might, but it's not like they'd come and do it in front of you deliberately. They might fool around in the pool or on a couch or something, but you could always go do something else."

"I dunno. This sounds kinda gay to me," said the blonde guy to Patrick.

"It not kinda gay, it is gay," I laughed as they looked at each other.

"Come on Kurt. We can make $15 an hour and stay dressed. That's $45 each today. It's not like we have any other jobs lined up yet. It's not like we HAVE to get naked or have sex or anything, and we could always leave if we can't do it, right?" He asked looking at me.

"Right. I'm not saying you have to get naked. That's up to you. I was simply warning you about what goes on around here so that you aren't surprised if someone comes home and jumps in the pool. It's not like we're running a brothel." Which was true. As far as I know brothels didn't have anywhere near as much sex in them as this house.

The guys agreed to do some house cleaning, so I showed them where the stuff was that they could use. Patrick said he'd do the big bathroom and Kurt could start over on Jason's side of the house. Kurt wandered off and Patrick got his stuff and went to the main bathroom where he started almost right away cleaning the toilet.

"Is there a trick to the cleaning of the walls and floors?" he asked as he talked to me for a bit.

"I recommend using a towel on the floor when you get down to do that. Easier on the knees. The rubber mats that are in there just pull out so you can get the floor tiles. Without the mats, the place is like a skating rink when foam is running. I think it's best to use the spray cleaner on the walls and then rub it with the large sponge thing. Then just hit the main shower heads and wash all the stuff off. Then the floors are easy to do at the end."

"Cool, thanks, and thanks for not saying anything to Kurt when you recognized me," he said.

"No problem. I figure if you'd wanted him to know, you would have said hi at the beginning. So since I've already seen you naked, are you going to work nude and make extra cash?" I teased.

"Maybe while I'm in here I could, but it might be weird doing it out in the main house or around Kurt or your pool guy," he said as he pulled off his shirt. I loved his toned body and remembering his uncut penis, I wanted to get my lips around it. His pants showed the bulge inside his shorts and he dropped his jeans leaving him in just his underwear. I almost went for him, but decided to be cool for a couple of minutes.

"If you leave everything outside of the room when you go to turn on the shower heads they won't get wet. You'll see what I mean when you hit the main shower spray. It's pretty intense in here. I'm just gonna go and check on your friend to make sure he has found everything okay," I told him as I quickly turned and left. I ran to the kitchen to grab a drink and headed over to Jason's to make sure Kurt was okay. He was already hard at work and, as expected, fully dressed. He smiled and thanked us for letting them do work. I told him I'd be outside if he needed me. I stripped to my underwear and returned to the main bathroom where Patrick was. I hadn't been gone long but he had already activated the foam. I smiled to myself wondering if he just wanted to experience the foam or if he was using it to wash the bathroom with, which would actually be counter-productive as the stuff left a serious film on things if not properly washed off. With the foam running, I was able to enter quietly. The bubbles were just under halfway up the walls and I saw Patrick standing naked against the far wall slightly turned away from the door. There was no mistaking what he was doing and I almost laughed out loud. I hadn't met anyone yet who had gone in the room and not found it absolutely impossible not to jerk off in it. Even the straight boys went wild in there, it was almost too addictive not too. I quietly walked over to him.

"Having fun?" I said scaring the shit out of him as he opened his eyes and quickly covered his crotch.

"Oh shit, sorry. Oh god, I was just..."

"Relax dude. That's why we have the foam room. Best place in the whole fucking house to jerk off and have sex." He smiled and tried to hide his hard dick while looking at me standing there in my underwear in front of him. "No need to be shy though. I've seen you naked before, or have you forgotten the blowjob already?" I chuckled.

He laughed. "I've never done it like this before. The foam makes it so slippery and it feels so wrong to be standing naked in someone's house jerking off, kind of exciting though."

"Almost as good as an actual blowjob, isn't it?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty hot, although I've only had one blowjob," he said as he kept his hand over his dick.

"Dude, you're sixteen. You should be getting laid every day, especially looking like you do."

"You'd think so, but I'm kinda shy around girls. I almost got one the last time I was swimming. The girl grabbed hold of it underwater, but then her parents called out and scared her away. That's the closest I've gotten, but this is great in here. I might try to make one of these at home in my bathroom," he laughed.

"Well, since you're already naked, you might as well just stay like that," I said as I flipped the wall switch and turned off the foam before it got too high.

"I dunno about that. If Kurt came in and saw me with a boner in here, he'd definitely think I was a freak."

"So be quiet and let me take care of it quickly."

"I'm not gay though. The last time was just because I was curious," he replied looking at me nervously and I decided to back up a couple of steps to make him feel less crowded.

"You don't need to be gay to get a blowjob. You just need to be a guy with a boner. It's usually the gay guys, or curious guys that give the blowjobs," I laughed. "Just offering since we did it before, so it's kinda like a continuation of the first time. Plus, I have a sneaking suspicion that this is the reason you showed up here today and why you're naked in the bathroom again."

He gave me a weak smile as if he'd been found out and slowly released the hand covering his crotch. I took a couple of steps up to him and took hold of his dick and gave it a couple of tugs. He went from semi-hard to hard in less than two strokes.

"Nice. So I guess you do actually enjoy this?" He nodded without saying a word. I smiled and dropped to my knees. Why pass up another opportunity to blow a straight boy. I quickly took his cock in my mouth as he inhaled deeply and I felt his legs begin to shake. I put his hands on my head to help him steady himself as I sucked his dick. I felt his balls, which were tight against his body and a good handful in a nice smooth nutsac. "Just warn me before you are going to cum. I don't want you to do it too fast." I said as I stopped for a second. He nodded again.

As I went back onto his cock I put my hands between his legs and began to run my fingers up and down his ass crack. He moaned as I touched his pucker. I grinned and used the foam to rub all over his ass cheeks making them slippery. He had nice tight buns and he was really getting into the blowjob as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth. I took a finger and pushed it into his ass. Instead of getting resistance, he just groaned and pushed back against me. The finger went in easily, so I searched for his prostate. He jumped when I found it, so I pulled off his cock.

"You okay?"

He nodded, "God that feels unreal. What are you doing?" He asked almost breathlessly.

"That's your prostate. Nothing sends you over the edge like something rubbing back and forth on it." I kept going and he moaned even more as I replaced the finger with my thumb. This boy was totally into it. Something tells me he wouldn't be as shy around girls after this. He'd be wanting to get laid daily.

"I'm close," he warned, so I stopped and stood up.

"Come over here and I'll show you something else that you'll enjoy." I pulled him over to the counter and place his hands on it, and pushed him to bend over. I dropped to my knees again and took hold of his ass cheeks and pried them apart. He had a sweet hairless pink hole and I couldn't wait. I shoved my tongue right into the ring and he jumped like he was being branded. Once he stood still again, I held on a little tighter and slammed my face deep into his crack and pushed my tongue as far as it would go. I reached between his legs and pulled down on his hard cock. When I felt him beginning the early stages of orgasm, I slowed down and replaced my tongue with a finger, making sure to get lots of foam in there to make it nice and slippery. Because it was a constant supply and wouldn't dry up at all, it was almost way better than regular lube. In fact the faster and harder you fucked, the better the foam seemed to work. I figured I'd try two fingers to see how well he could handle it. So far, he had gone way beyond what I thought he would, so we might as well just keep going until he had got to his limit. The two fingers entered easily and he went to push himself up a bit, but I put my hand in the center of his back and pushed him firmly back onto the counter. He was one of those rare boys who love his ass played with and moaned appreciatively.

"Are you still okay?" I asked.

"Oh god, yeah! This is great, but please don't say anything to anyone."

"Of course not. We don't kiss and tell here."

I removed my underwear and stroked my raging boner getting it nice and lubed up with the foam. I was almost over the edge myself and had to stop a couple times. I stood up and continued to stroke his cock very slowly as I wasn't ready for him to cum yet. I stood behind him and rubbed my cock head up and down his ass crack. It was so hard and slippery that I almost shot off right there. He never moved and I put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. I kicked his legs lightly further open and once again he went to stand up, but I held him down. Most straight boys stop well before this and he had to know what was about to happen. Either that or he was the most naïve boy I had ever met. I was so horny and he was so hard, that I decided just to go for it. I put the tip of my dick at his hole and pushed forward.

"Oh Jesus," he said quietly "Are you going to fuck me?" I smiled to myself and moved forward increasing the pressure without saying anything. It would be redundant to say anything, since my cock was already sliding into his hole. It went in so easily that I almost failed to notice. His ass was tight, but it accepted my cock so smoothly that I was extremely surprised. Hell, even Colin's ass doesn't take me like that.

"Oh Jesus, shit! Oh god!" He wailed.

"Are you okay?" I asked slightly concerned.

"Yeah, it hurts a little but I think it's okay. Keep going!" He put his hand back to my ass and pulled me right into him. I was stunned. I expected to blow the kid, have him shoot his load, get all weird about it and want to leave, but here he was, getting fucked for the first time and accepting it. I was almost all the way into him and decided just to finish it. I slammed the rest of my cock in him and held him in place as he jumped slightly.

"Don't cum yet," I said as I pulled back and slammed him again. I grabbed hold of his hips and fucked him hard.

"You gotta stop or I'm gonna blow," he warned. I slowed down and leaned down to kiss him between the shoulders.

"Christ, dude. You're fucking incredible. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"No never. Please don't tell anyone. Please."

"No worries," I said as I slowly fucked him. I had reached the point of no return and stood up again, grabbed his hips and fucked him so hard, I almost lifted him off the floor as I shot my load into his ass. He had just been deflowered and taken it up the ass like a seasoned pro. I pulled out and had him stand up. He cock was sticking straight up proving that he had truly enjoyed the fuck.

"You might as well get one last experience. Your turn," I said as I bent over the counter and pulled him behind me. He got the idea and pushed his 6 inch dick into me. There was no technique, he simply pushed right into me and buried himself up to his pubes.

"Oh my god! No way. This is fuckin' insane! Oh Jesus." He fucked me for less than two minutes before he gave in. "Oh shit, I'm gonna cum. I can't hold it." He said as he dug his fingers into my hips and grunted loudly as his jizz fired into me. I couldn't believe it. We had just swapped sperm and he had lost his virginity unexpectedly. I almost felt guilty...almost.

He pulled out and I quickly turned around and stood up. He was panting and sweating slightly. He looked so cute and his pouty lips were just irresistible. I grabbed his head and kissed him, firmly slamming my tongue into his open mouth. He jumped back in surprise and I wondered if I had gone too far. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then just grinned.

"I guess I should finish cleaning the bathroom," he said as turned back to his cleaning supplies and knelt on the floor to scrub the tiles. I looked down at his ass winking at me and just couldn't resist. I got down behind him and once again inserted my cock into that almost virgin hole. He cried out slightly as he must have been a little sore, but I fucked him for another couple minutes before pulling out. I didn't leave another load into him, but I leaned forward and kissed his back.

"I hope you'll want to get fucked a lot more buddy. That's a sweet ass," I whispered as I grabbed my underwear and stood up. "I guess I should go see if I can get my dick into Kurt next." I walked out of the room and headed to the pool to swim a few lengths to cool down, and to watch Zane clean the hot tub.

"Not getting naked today, Zane?" I asked.

"You have company, I didn't think it would be appropriate," he said considerately.

"Don't let that stop you. Get that package out and let it breathe." He didn't need to be told twice and quickly dropped his pants and underwear freeing his 7½ inch uncut beauty. His balls looked larger than I remembered and hung low. Part of me wondered if he had saved himself up just for me, or if that is how they normally looked after he had worked out for so long. Either way I wanted to taste him again. He got into the hot tub with his brush to work on the tiles and I watched him as I swam a few lengths of the pool. Once I as sufficiently cooled down, I went over and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with my legs apart. Zane didn't need an e-vite and immediately dropped to his knees in the warm water and sucked my cock into his mouth. I leaned back and enjoyed his tongue working me expertly. He took further initiative and lifted my legs out of the water and pushed them back. I lay flat onto the deck as Zane moved below my balls and licked my hole. I winked it at him and pulled my legs further back so that he could get more of me.

"Fuck me, Zane," I panted. "Fuck me!"

He stood up and grabbed me and pulled me roughly forward until I was in position. Zane thrust his cock hard and fast into my used hole and pounded me as if he'd never been laid before. He was moaning and panting with pure lust as he watched his cock going in and out of my ass. I lay flat on my back and stared at the sky. Oh look, a bunny rabbit cloud...I loved the feeling of a cock inside me and Zane was so pretty that it added to the pleasure. I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced over. Kurt was standing at the door staring at us and when he saw me notice him, he ducked back in the house and vanished. That was his first lesson in gay sex. I wondered if he would run to the bathroom to tell Patrick, only to find his buddy naked on the floor with cum dripping out of his ass. The thought just made me hornier and I reached up to touch Zane's stomach. I could feel his abs tighten with each thrust and his breathing got heavier and heavier. He was close, so I clenched my ass to give him added pleasure and he announced he was cumming.

"Oh yeah, give me your load baby, fill my ass with your jizz," I told him as I licked my lips and looked into his eyes. "Fuck me babe!"

Zane shot his load and grunted loudly, so loudly that I think he scared the birds out of the trees. He shook violently as he blasted his cum into my ass. Then he collapsed forward onto me and kissed me.

"Thanks! I haven't blown a load in almost a week. That was incredible," he said between breaths. He as all hot and sticky and covered in sweat. He pulled his dick out of me and I suggested we go into the pool to cool down, and then he could clean it. We jumped in together and I kissed him as we surfaced.

"Love your cock buddy. Any time you need to get laid, just come over and let me know," I grinned. Then I remembered our other guys in the house and went to see what they were up to. The main bathroom was empty, so I went looking for the guys. I found both of them in the master bathroom on our side of the house. Kurt was still full dressed and Patrick was in his underwear.

"How you doing guys?" I asked standing there naked. They both looked up as I spoke. Kurt immediately looked away as soon as he saw I was naked, and Patrick just kept looking and replied.

"Fine. We just have one more bathroom and then the vacuuming. Is there anything else you need?" He asked.

"No, I think that will be enough for today. I have to get back to the pool boy. I think he needs a little more attention than usual today. I was sure I saw Kurt blush as he furiously went back to scrubbing the sink. I left and headed downstairs to the main bathroom and took a quick shower. I jumped into underwear and a t-shirt and sat in the activity room watching TV. The guys vacuumed and eventually were ready to go. They had timed it pretty close to the three hours and I went and had a look at the job they had done. It was actually not bad for a couple of straight teenage boys. I paid Kurt his $45 and then handed Patrick $70 and told him that it was because he had gone nude for a bit and then stayed in his underwear. I slipped another $50 into his jeans before he got dressed so that he wouldn't have to explain it to his friend. I didn't want him to feel like I paid him for the sex because that wasn't the intention. He wouldn't notice the extra cash right away as I didn't tell him.

"So if you need other work doing, just let us know," Patrick said as he left his number and I gave him mine.

"I'm sure we can work something out," I smiled. "Maybe next time we can get both of you naked. If you are nervous about it, come over and go skinny dipping to get used to it before you work." Patrick smiled and Kurt just looked nervous. I would love to be a fly on the wall for their conversation as they walked home. Zane finished up shortly after the boys left and strolled in the house naked. I paid him for his work and he asked if I would like to fool around some more.

"I better save it up for my husband or he's gonna wonder what I've been up to when he gets home. I have to save some juice for him, you know. Maybe next time he'll be home when you are here and we'll have a three-way."

"Sweet. I'd love that. Colin is pretty hot. You can pound me from both ends and see if you can split me open."

"Slut," I laughed.

"That's why you keep letting me work here," he grinned and kissed me as he headed back outside to get dressed. I was now alone in the house but didn't have to wait long for people to start arriving home. The three boys got home first and all they could talk about was the smell and the house across the street. Jason and Alex arrived next and found me working out in the gym area.

"Here, this was stuck to the front door," said Jason as he handed me an envelope with my name on the outside of it. I stood up to take it from him and walked into the activity room. I didn't recognize the writing on the envelope as I opened it and read the contents of the note inside. I read it again and my whole body went cold. I dropped the note and sat down heavily in the chair, pretty sure all the blood had drained out of my face. Jason and Alex rushed over to me and picked up the paper. They read it and looked at me in horror.

"Oh my God! Holy fuck!" Jason said and sat on the arm of the chair and pulled me against him.

I was stunned. "Did you see anyone around?" I asked quietly.

"No. It was just taped to the front door."

Alex read the note out loud in case we had missed anything. "We have Colin and want 5 million dollars for his release. Do not call the police or involve anyone else or he WILL be killed and your house burned down. The one across the street was just a warning. You are ALL being watched. We will contact you shortly with further instructions. Have the money ready."

"What do I do?" I asked sitting there looking at them.

"We have to call the police," Alex said immediately.

"I can't. You read the note," I said sitting there almost unable to think or even move. I knew something was wrong. What I didn't know was what to do next.

"The security cameras!" Jason yelled as he jumped to his feet and raced for the computer. "The two cameras at the front door should show us who taped the envelope to the door." He quickly queued it up and we watched. We saw the two housecleaning guys leave and Jason asked who they were. I told him as we continued to watch and saw someone come up to the door and tape the note. He was wearing a hoodie with a baseball cap under it, and had his head down the entire time. His was wearing gloves and dressed all in black. I couldn't even tell his skin color never mind make out any other features or details. He had been very careful not to show anything. It freaked me out as this guy, who had kidnapped Colin and now wanted $5 million dollars, had just been on my front doorstep.

"Dude, don't take this the wrong way, but something about this seems very strange. Why would they only ask for 5 mil? They could have asked for 50 or 100 million and it would have still been easy to pay. I don't get it, why so little if they went to all this work?" Jason asked.

"That's still a shitload of money dude. Maybe they figure they stand a better chance if they ask for less."

"So what do we do?" Alex asked.

"First things first. I think we need to get everyone safe. Let's get Kyle, Troy and Cory out of here and send them somewhere."

"What if they really are watching?" Jason asked.

"I dunno. How would they do it in the movies? We have to shake any tail. How about we load Kyle's truck with clothes, suitcases, etc., and then pull it into the driveway. Dress Cory in his Batman costume again. We let them see the guys leave and have Kyle drive to the Grind'r as if they're getting a drink or something. Alex, you should go with them, leaving Jason and I here for now. If they really are watching, they'll see both of us still here. You can all go through the Grind'r into the Cell'r and go out to the loading dock into a waiting car. I'll call Jake and tell him what we need. Jake can take all of you to Randy and Brandon's. They wouldn't expect us there."

"Bad idea," said Alex. "Don't you watch those types of movies. What if one of our friends is involved and we deliver everyone into their arms?"

"Seriously? You think our friends would do this to us?"

"No, but we should assume nothing until we know the truth. They may even have the house bugged for all we know," Alex said making all of us even more paranoid.

"Okay, let's all jump into separate cars and head off in different directions. They couldn't follow all of us. We'll hide Cory in one of the vehicles so they can't pick on him. Then we rendezvous at a secret location later on. We should all get new phones to communicate without fear of being bugged," I said still in spy mode.

"We should stick together for now," Alex recommended. "Obviously they're not going to do anything as they want the money."

"Fine, but don't tell the boys what's happening. Let's just act normal. Maybe we should go to another movie tonight. I'll have to figure out how to get 5 million dollars in cash without causing suspicion. Is this real? Maybe it's just Colin having fun with us. You know, to add a thrill to our lives," I suggested hopefully.

"I doubt he would do that, especially when he knows that Cory is here. Plus they referenced the fire across the street. He wouldn't scare us like that and he certainly wouldn't burn down a house and endanger people. We should assume this is real," Jason said.

"Go to a movie with the guys and I'll go to the bank to get the money. Then everyone can stay at Cory's again tonight. Tell the guys it still smells too bad to sleep here or some other bullshit," I said as I took a piece of paper and wrote a note on it. `Take everyone to Mom and Dad's instead. Take a cab from movies.' I handed it to Jason who read it and handed it back. If the house or vehicles were bugged, we needed to throw them off. "I'll catch up with you after the movie."

We agreed on the plan and I grabbed my backpack and headed for our bank. The theme to Mission Impossible played in my head as I put my sunglasses and jumped in the car. How would I explain needing 5 million dollars in cash? I arrived at the bank and walked up to the counter. I handed over my bank card and told the teller what I needed. She looked at me as if I was joking, but I assured her I wasn't.

"I'm not even sure we have that much money here," she said. "I have to refer this to the manager for a withdrawal this large." I was asked to take a seat and didn't have to wait long for the manager to come over and shake my hand, and invite me into his office.

"Mr. Masters, I understand you would like to withdraw 5 million dollars in cash."

"Yes please," I said politely.

"May I ask what you need that much cash for?"

"I'm just buying some stuff," I lied.

"It's highly unusual. We could cut you a cashier's cheque, or provide a money order. Because of your account, even your credit card could handle any purchase of this nature. Cash is very risky and extremely suspicious."

"Maybe I just don't trust banks considering the economic climate and I'm going to bury it in the backyard," I said trying to add humour.

"We have two problems with this kind of request. First, banks don't carry this much money. We would have to order it in, which could take 24 hours. Second is that something of this nature would have to be reported to the authorities for your safety. About the only time people need cash in this amount is for something illegal in nature. Now I'm not saying that this is what is happening, but the law requires we report large cash withdrawal out of the ordinary, and you have to admit, this is out of the ordinary."

"Shit," I said under my breath. "Please don't report it. I can promise you, I'm not doing something illegal with it."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Masters I have to report it if you withdraw the money."

"What amount can I withdraw that doesn't have to be reported?"

"With an account the size of your and the amount of money that goes through it in a month, $50,000 would be the maximum in cash."

"So if I went to a hundred banks and withdrew $50,000 it wouldn't be reported?"

"No, because it would flag your account when you tried to make the second withdrawal," he said which was starting to piss me off.

"Mr. Masters, if you are in trouble I can help. Let me contact the police for you."

"No, it's all good for now. I'll work something else out." I stood up and shook his hand and left his office. I could see that I had screwed this up and getting the money was going to be a lot harder than I thought. Obviously the kidnappers weren't going to take a credit card or a money order. Maybe I could buy them something worth $5 million dollars that they could sell, but I suppose that wouldn't work either. The best I could see coming up with was $150,000. Kyle could cough up 50, Jason another 50 and I'd do the third amount. After that, what could I do? Maybe Dad for another 50. That would leave me 4 million, 8 hundred thousand short. SHIT! I needed help and I had no idea where to get it. My mind was going a thousand miles an hour. I drove to Mom and Dad's as they might know what to do. I explained everything to them and the first thing they recommended was to call the police. "I can't do that. If they see cops, they'll kill Colin, or burn my house to the ground."

Both my Mom and Dad seemed as lost as I was. Then I had an idea. SAM! I picked up my parent's cell phone as it wouldn't be bugged or anything, and went out into the shed at the bottom of the yard. I was really being paranoid now, and I made a mental note to stop watching spy films; as the only thing going through my mind was that they were watching me from space satellites and tracking my every move. I called Sam and told him what was going on.

"Justin, the bank manager is correct. There is no way to get that kind of cash without the authorities being alerted. Most legal transactions of that size are done through wire transfers, or other such means. We need to get the police to meet you somewhere so they can authorize the release of funds. I know a few people in the department that I can trust. Let me make some calls and we'll arrange a meeting somewhere. He assured me that everything would be okay. Once he said that, I thought that maybe Sam was in on it and was trying to get our money. I was going to need some super heavy sedatives soon. He took my parent's number and said he'd call me right back. He wasn't kidding. Less than 10 minutes later, the phone rang and it was Sam.

"Okay, Detective Miller can meet you tonight. Probably the best place to meet will be at your club. It's busy and noisy and if someone is listening or following you, it'll be hard to hear what is going on."

"Good idea. I'll be Jason tonight and take Alex with me. It'll seem normal to anyone watching. I'll leave a pass for him at the front door. Probably not a good idea to leave it under Detective Miller though. What's his first name?"

"Doug. Let's say 9pm. Any place in particular?"

"Yeah, tell him to go up to `Here' and his pass will let him in."

"Where's here?" Sam asked and I almost laughed.

"It's the name of the private club on the third floor. Just tell him to ask security at the front door. If he says he's meeting Alex and Jason in `Here', they'll take him up." After I hung up I was shaking. Dad brought me a glass of Scotch as he said it would help my nerves. My Mom just looked at him as if he'd gone crazy. I took a shot and the shit almost burned the back of my head off. My throat was on fire. I needed a glass of water to wash it down with. My Dad smiled. "Nothing like a good glass of Scotch to put hair on your chest," he said.

Put hair ON my chest. Oh hell, NO! He couldn't tell me that BEFORE I drank it! That's the opposite of what I wanted. With the way it was burning, I figure it would dissolve any hair from the inside out. After the movie, the rest of the guys showed up in a cab and I pulled Jason and Alex aside and told them what was going on. Jason would stay behind as me, and I would take Alex to the club after we stopped by the theatre and picked up the car. I was pacing around so much that I was wearing a hole in the hardwood floor. Finally it was time to go and Dad gave us a ride to the theatre where I made him drop us off a few blocks away. We picked up the car and headed to the Slam'r where we pulled up in front and dropped the vehicle with the valet.

"Oh Brody, there's a Doug Miller who will be coming in just after we open. Make sure you escort him up to `Here'. Be nice to him, this dude is a concert promoter and if he likes us we might get some serious talent here for future parties," I lied.

Alex smiled and Brody acknowledged my request. "No problem Jason. I'll watch for him personally." I took a two way radio, as expected, and walked through the club. We didn't open until 9 and I knew the routine well enough not to attract suspicion so we said hi to staff as we went, stopping in the office. Jake was working away at the desk.

"Hey Jake, how's things?"

"About the same. Another busy night planned and so far things are going great. As long as we keep the music and themes fresh, we do really well. Fuck, people are still talking about One Direction and Nicki Minaj."

"That's good. We'll keep doing lots of stuff like that. How many staff are scheduled for `Here' tonight?"

"Bartender to start. One waiter at 10 and two more at 11."

"Okay, I need you to delay opening `Here' until I tell you. Can you reassign the bartender and waiter for an hour?"

"Ummm..sure. What's up?"

"I have a guy coming in at 9 who's a concert promoter. I want him to see the club from `Here'. If he likes us, we could get some seriously major concerts, but he's asked for some confidentiality."

"Do you want me there?" Jake asked.

"Not for the initial meeting. I promised him I'd keep it small, but if he likes us, then I'll get you involved as he'll need all of us to work with any acts."

"Sweet. Good luck."

"Nice lie," said Alex as we headed up to `Here'. I turned the music down but left the front window uncovered. After all if this guy was supposed to be checking out the whole club, it would be stupid to close the blinds and drapes. Shortly after 9pm, Detective Miller was escorted in by Brody and we greeted him. Once we were alone, we sat down.

"Can I get you a drink, Detective?"

"Perhaps just a coke," he smiled. I went behind the bar and poured the drink. As I sat down, I explained our ruse as to who he was and the fact that I was supposed to be Jason. He had no idea that I had a twin, but it was quickly explained. Then we got to the kidnapping and I showed him the note. I made it clear that money was not an issue and we intended to pay the ransom.

"Well the first thing I can tell you is that these are amateurs," he said giving a small smile. "That can be both good and bad for us. If they were professionals, they wouldn't have contacted you directly at the house, and certainly wouldn't have handwritten it. They also wouldn't ask for cash. So you've done the right thing in keeping this from anyone you know. It could be someone that you know that feels they have been wronged, or a friend of a friend trying to get a piece of your wealth. Perhaps even someone close to you. We won't rule anything out at this point. First thing we'll do is to arrange for your bank to release the funds, so that we are ready for their next contact. I recommend that you let us tap your phones, get GPS trackers in the money and on you and your vehicle. We'll wire you and have officers strategically placed around the drop point once we know it.

"They seemed pretty clear not to involve you. I would prefer just to pay the money and get Colin back. I don't care about the 5 million and neither will Colin."

"I can promise that our officers will stay out of sight, but let's wait for the call first. If I can have your permission to tap your phone, we can get that started immediately."

"Do you need to be at the house and stuff?" I asked nervously.

"No," he laughed. "That's the movies. We can link into your account and clone your phone. When you answer it we'll be listening. Just some advice, we'll be listening until this is over, so if there are things you would prefer we not hear, then use a different phone."

"You mean like our drug cartel or child labour operation in Asia," I smiled.

"Exactly. Use a separate phone for that," he grinned. I kinda liked this cop, which is unusual for me. Once the club got underway downstairs, I recommended that we stand at the window and pretend to be looking at the lights and music. We stood there talking and pointing as if discussing the club. Detective Miller said he was impressed by the way my mind worked and how calm I was being considering.

"Only calm on the surface," I assured him. "Inside I feel like I'm going to lose all body functions. If I fuck this up and they kill Colin, I'll never forgive myself."

"Justin, from what I've seen and heard so far, I am pretty certain that these are probably just young guys looking for quick cash. While we can't be absolute, I am confident that they have no intention of murder. Perhaps the house across the street from you was just a coincidence and they used it as a scare tactic. Don't worry, 90% of these situations end positively."

"And 10% don't?" Alex commented.

No one replied to that. We sat back down away from the window and Detective Miller handed me a cell phone. "This is a secure phone. If you need to get a hold of me, use this phone away from the house, preferably some place you don't normally visit. We'll use it to contact you as well." He pulled out a form for me to sign authorizing the tapping of my cellphone. He again reminded me to be careful what I said over it, but I assured him that I wasn't into anything illegal. Sexual, yes, but illegal, no. Again he smiled. "Try to keep the sex talk or even sexting to a minimum. Remember we are listening and watching. Would you ever have someone send you underage pictures? I'm not trying to trap you here, I just need to make sure you understand that we will see and hear everything that happens on your phone."

"Thanks, I understand. No, we're not into anything illegal at all and no one we know would send us pictures that weren't legal, but I can't guarantee that someone won't send a legal nude pic."

He told us that he would contact our bank in the morning and get things started for the money. He asked if the Manager should contact us when the money was available.

"Sure, as long as he doesn't say that you arranged it. Just something like "the funds you've requested are available for pickup."

"Wow, you're a natural at this. Ever thought of being a detective?"

"No," I laughed. "Wait, would I get to carry a gun and drive an uncover cop car?"

"Yep."

"Cool, sign me up when we get through this," I said giving him a cheesy grin. The Detective stood up and we walked him out with the undercover story intact. "Thanks Doug, we'll stay in touch I hope."

"Count on it. Nice club, Jason. You should be proud," he smiled and headed off. I watched for his car and fortunately he was smart enough not to have brought one that looked like a cop car. Alex and I went back inside to find Jake and tell him the meeting went well and tried to act all excited about it. We told him that he could open `Here'. Alex and I hung around for a while before making our excuse to head out, pretending to be slightly drunk, and took a cab back to our house. We didn't want anyone to know that the guys were at my parent's place, so we had arranged to stay at our place.

Alex called my parent's land line to speak to Jason, although he kept up our pretense. "Hi Justin. Jason and me are going to stay at the house tonight. The club was slow tonight and the meeting with the concert dude didn't take that long. Unfortunately we had more drinks than we planned so no point in coming over to Cory's tonight. We'll just stay here. Let the guys know we'll see them in the morning."

We made small chit chat for a while and then hung up. Alex and I decided to stay in their side of the house and set the alarm on the main house. We also hit the button to close the blast doors between the two homes. I figured if they really did burn one down, maybe they wouldn't know about the other one and the blast door would keep the fire from spreading. I was definitely a nervous wreck and as each hour went by, I was getting more and more paranoid. I was beginning to believe everyone was involved. Well everyone except our family, which included Kyle and Cory of course. Alex and I slept together, but I tossed and turned all night and sex was the last thing on my mind, but having Alex beside me to hug, really helped. In the morning I flew out of bed as the phone rang and I answered it.

"Did you get our note?" said the deep male voice.

"Yes," I replied, reaching over to shake Alex awake.

"Have you got the money yet?"

"No, the bank said it takes at least 24 hours to get that kind of money, maybe longer, but they'll call me when it's ready."

"Tomorrow at 5pm, we will call you with instructions. Remember no cops, or we will kill Colin and burn your house to the ground. We are watching you."

"How do I know that you actually have Colin and that he's still alive?"

There was a small pause and then I heard Colin's voice. "Hi babe. Don't worry I'm okay," he said sounding weak and small.

"I love you Colin. I'll get you home sweetie," I said quickly.

"How touching. Tomorrow at 5pm." Then he hung up. I sat on the side of the bed and began to cry. It was now real, too real. The other phone rang and I looked at the display. It said restricted, so I grabbed it and ran outside to the zen garden as far from the house as I could get.

"Hello," I said flipping it open.

"Justin, it's Doug. Are you able to talk?" I was thankful that the Detective just used his first name.

"Yep, I'm in the garden."

"We heard the conversation. So we'll analyze it and see what we can determine. Once the bank calls, my partner and I will meet you there."

"Okay thanks," I said really nervously as I talked to him.

"Are you holding up okay?"

"No, but I want Colin back, so I'll have to be strong for him," I said honestly. He said just to hang in there and we'd talk later today. I ran back to the house and jumped back into bed with Alex. He knew better than to ask anything out loud, but I used the laptop to type stuff to him; after I disconnected the internet. I typed out our conversation and then he typed back. It was like our own cone of silence. My heart almost shot out of chest when I heard the front door of the house open. Whoever had arrived had entered Jason's house and I realized I didn't have any self-defence weapon at all. No baseball bat, hunting knife, ninja stars, sulphuric acid, nothing. I would have to hide behind Alex.

The rescue attempt is next. Will Colin survive, will Justin have a nervous breakdown, will these cliff hangers ever end? Find out next chapter...or will you? Muah haha. (evil laugh) outinwest@gmail.com