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SUMMER DAY PART 1 My name is Karl Grogin. I am an average guy, live in an average house, and I am a fairly average-American age of 22. This day, in July, was to be all but average! There I was. Just laying in my front yard, resting, soaking up some summer sun. I had the place all to myself for a week, and although I didn't know of anyone to call to have fun with, I knew I'd find fun if it didn't find me first. All I was wearing on my 22-year-old body was a pair of cut-offs as I was lying on the beach towel on the lawn with the radio. I had to have some tunes to keep my sanity since I was alone. It was nice and warm, I was sweating and I could tell my dick and balls were really sweating too. Something must have been building up me, because I began to get a raging hardon, slowly at first and then more definite. I must have dozed off quickly and then awakened again, because I looked at my tool, it was sticking out of the leg of my shorts. I thought 'what the hell, leave it out...' But then I looked out towards the sidewalk, and nearly died. There stood the cutest, youngest looking guy I had ever seen. He was looking right at me, literally staring. I didn't know what to do, whether to shove my dick forcefully back into my shorts for fear of indecency, or to leave it out and just give him a skin show. Before I could make up my mind and reach to hide it, he approached me. "Brave soul," I thought. He was very slender, very tan and had long flowing blonde hair. "Hey dude," he yelled "what's hangin'? About seven?" Damn, was he gay? He too had on no shirt. He had on some old white sneakers that were a little discolored from wear. He got a little closer, and thrashed his waist around slightly. Shit! All he had on were those brightly colored Jams! I mean, when he moved that body, I could see that he had to have a raging hardon - even now. Had to be all he had on. The front of those Jams were sticking too far out to be held back by a pair of underwear. Did I put a signal in the air for this guy? He had just come from out of nowhere. "Well, I saw yours by accident. Wanna see mine?" I sat, dumbfounded for about 10 seconds. Then I reacted. "Hell yea!" This guy, who I didn't even know, who was now trespassing on my property, had just offered to show me his pecker. Am I having luck here? He did what I didn't expect. Rather than just raising a leg or something, he let the shorts drop to his knees. No, there was nothing underneath either. God! What a rod! What a -hard- rod! "I get horny, during a hot summer day," the guy told me. "You?" "You bet. I'm hungry for guys, though," I told him, half expecting to hear that he was straight and heading for his girlfriend's house. "Well, I'm hungry for guys too. Actually, I'm just prowling around for more." "More?" "Yeah. Oh, my name's Jeff. I live not far from here. I have four brothers and they're gay too. We're looking for more gay guys that well- get into dirty rotten sex games..." "Oh?" my ears pricked up like someone had stuck toothpicks under them. "I'm Karl," I told Jeff. Jeff told me he was the oldest of all five brothers, at 21. He soon told me that Greg was 20, Paul was also 20, Marty was 18 and Ricky was 16. Damn! A FIVE-WAY? Did they ever have five ways? "Yeah! We love to daisy-chain! We'll turn on some good rock and roll music, and spend hours doing all sorts of crazy things... like today." We got up. I locked the house and I began walking down the sidewalk with Jeff. "Well, what kinda things are you guys into?" "Wellll.. it's a bit bizarre for some people..." "Fist-fucking?" "Oh, noooo! Not THAT bizarre. I've seen tapes of that but never thought I'd want to do it... we just like to drink lots, sometimes, and just pee all over each other.. does that sound crazy to you or what?" "No, that sounds normal to me," I cracked. "What?!" "I like pee showers too." "Well, then you'd fit right in with these guys.. see, our parents are out of town, and we have a house to ourselves, they kinda left me in charge over these guys for a month and a half. One day, we were messing around, this was about a year ago, and Ricky had to go to the bathroom. Well... this gets a little bizarre, stop me if I make you sick..." "Okay," I assured him. "We were all in each others butts, in a line. Ricky was in the middle, and he really had to pee badly. Really badly. Before we could break loose to let him head for the potty, he started! Some went in Marty's asshole, and Ricky pulled out and it went all in our hair, in MY mouth and all over us before he could control it! "Then once he could control himself, we realized how good it smelled and felt on our bodies and told him to keep going! So that was how it all started.. and of course, we wanted to get even wetter then so we all started peein' all over each other.. after we got done, Marty was starting to get the feeling that he had to shit, and before he got to the toilet all of Ricky's pee that was up there was all over us, too! I had a raging hardon listening to all of this. Jeff was walking the last block with me to his house, once in a while he'd get brave and reach for my crotch and rub my balls while we were walking. I rubbed his and put my arm around his shoulder as he did mine as we walked. As we walked the last block, I started the funniest conversation. "Doncha love the way balls feel, Jeff? So nice and soft an'.." "Hairy!" Jeff finished. "Yeah man.. quit talkin' like that. I'm hot enough already to fry bacon on my chest..." With that comment, I did something I'd never done before. I reached over to Jeff's hot, sweaty body, ran my hand over his virtually hairless chest and then took the sweat from his chest and licked it off my fingers. "Damn, I'd of letya use your tongue," Jeff retorted." "And I'd've done the same to your balls, too," I added. "You can, in just a second," he replied and opened the screen door going into the kitchen. Bang. The Jams were history. He reached over and quickly got rid of my cut-offs. "No clothes allowed in this house," he informed me. The boys were soon sizing me up. "Hey, semen-breath," Ricky said to Marty, "think he wants some head?" "Damn right I do," I told him. Ricky just laughed. Paul, 20, just walked over to me and smeared a very cum-coated dickhead all over my hardened prick. "I'm warning you," Jeff said, "you've got to keep your guard up around here all the time. You never know when - OW!" Greg was inserting his dick into Jeff's ass after coating it with Paul's sperm. Ricky grinned at me ear to ear. "Like to eat sperm juice?" "Yeah," I said. "Here, kiss me." I bent down to Ricky's 5' 7" level and kissed him hard. He slid his tongue slowly into my mouth, a large load of sperm oozing out of his mouth into mine. Wow! Was this happening? "That's my sperm," he informed me. "I shot off in a cup." It was good and it got better the longer it stayed there. I was horny, and getting hornier, almost unbearably so. "Ricky! Where's that cup?" I was desperate for more. Oh.. he was drinking more. He sucked up a big mouthful now and his cheeks were puckered out. He motioned for me to come over. I did and he did it to me again. As we were kissing, I reached down and got his tool in my hand and began fondling it. It was already hard. When he finished giving me the load out of his mouth, he hugged me. Damn these guys were so lovable.. as Jeff and Greg were through fucking now, they came over and kissed and hugged me too, their way of "welcumming" me into their family. Jeff assured me that these guys were all natural brothers, which I was sure of anyway. As soon as Greg and Jeff were through talking to me, Marty walked over. He had been rapidly stroking his meat. As he got close, he shot his cum all over my chest, all white hot steamy bit of it. It was a lot. Greg was right behind him, licking his brother's sweet cum juices off my chest, arms and legs. It'd been that much. I spoke to Ricky. "How didja get that much sperm out yer dick?" "Oh, this is a week's worth. I like to let it build up." "Oh, I see. Ya wanna pee on me?" "Come in the pee room, don't wanna pee in here.." Pee room? Ricky led me down a hall to the last bedroom on the right. It was obvious why it was a pee room, this was a room they were probably going to let go, I figured.. very empty. No bed, nothing. We went in, Ricky closed the door. He walked over, both hands on my shoulders. he planted his dick against my balls and let the pee trickle down them for a minute. "You got a lotta pee in there?" "I do now," he responded. "I was gonna let it out a while ago, but I sorta got... well, involved with Smarty Marty... I took a swallow of it, then let him fill my butt with it. He enjoyed it as much as I did, what baffled me was that he did it so quickly with a total stranger and without missing a beat. He wasn't a bit shy or hesitant about peeing up my butthole. He sucked me off, we left the room with the pee still on the floor (this had happened, obviously, many times before as the whole room smelled like a latrine). I loved it! We were back with the others now, and Ricky ran over to tell Marty how it went. I still hadn't shot my load, but Jeff must have known it because he walked over and knelt in front of me like a sweaty dog. He took my tool in his mouth and began to suck it. Paul walked by and when he did, I could tell he was hot and sweaty too, his shoulder brushed against me and got my back wetter than it already was, and just as my juices could hold back no longer I filled Jeffrey's mouth with my sperm. Jeff got up, wiping his mouth with his wrist, talking about how good that load was, kissing me on the cheek, and walked back to get Paul to have fun with him. Boom- I felt somebody enter my asshole. I knew it was a dick, and I could hear breathing. Shit, I still had Ricky's load of pee up there... but it was containable. No worse at this time than a slight urge to take a shit. He hadn't put the full fury of his pee up there, just a little. "Hey man, it's Marty," the voice said. "Heheheh.." he laughed. "Watcha want me to do to ya?" "Fuck me." I didn't care, I wanted him to do SOMETHING, because Marty reminded me a lot of Scott Baio and he acted a little like him, too. "Fuck me" were just the first two words I could think of. Zoom! He took off in and out of my primed ass like a shot. As it turned out, Ricky's pee that was in my ass was acting as a lube.. it creamed all up and coated Marty's dick at my ass opening. It made his boycock slippery and slimy. I could just imagine what his cock looked like, all hard like that. How big was it? Must have been at least eight. Marty was still a little ways from being ready to cum. "Marty?" "Yeahhh...??" "Can I see your dick just a second?" He withdrew, I turned around, and jeez.. this was the first time I had seen his cock up close and unobstructed. The head on it was huge, but the base had to be bigger than mine, I quickly felt his balls, only for a second so he wouldn't lose his hardon. Damn, big things! I let him re-enter me and he started pumping me in earnest. "Oh yeah. Oh, yeahhhhhh..," I started moaning. I looked up to see Greg pissin' down Ricky's throat. Marty was really letting his balls slap the cheeks of my ass now. He was fucking like a pro. Hell, they all must be pro's, they have each other to watch. If I could only be a PERMANENT part of this group... but there was no way I could see that.. at least not immediately. After everybody had fucked everybody and gotten everybody else off at least once, (at least another hour), everybody's dick was cherry red from activity. Probably their ass too. Mine was certainly stimulated after young Marty plowed it. I wondered how Greg did it.. anyway, we all went in and showered down, I sat on the toilet and got rid of the rest of Ricky's hot little load, and I'll be damned if halfway during the shower they didn't cut the water off and start an all-out piss shower. Even Ricky got in on it, considering he used most of his on me. Then the regular shower continued, and we walked out clean and fresh. About that time, the telephone rang and Jeff answered it. It was his mother, saying that she and her husband had gotten a divorce. As it turned out, ironically enough, Greg's mother found out that his father.... had been seeing another MAN! Yep, she had walked in on them in an apartment where they had been staying at, and caught Mr. Harold M Fraser III in the act of seducing a young man whom she had seen him playing tennis with earlier in the day. The man's name was Sandy. Mrs. Fraser just got so mad that she packed a bag and stated that she didn't know where she was going to go, but probably to stay with her mother. Ricky snickered. Ricky was not a brat, but he seemed like the kind of kid that would find humor if there were the least amount of possibility of finding any. I thought it was wild seeing all these guys, all dried off and clean, sitting on this couch with nothing on, legs spread open, cocks in plain view. Then, it happened. It seemed these youth could NOT settle down, even for a second. Ricky, who was sitting beside Marty, whom he loved more than a brother, if there was such a love, reached over to Marty and began fondling Marty's cock. It hardened quickly, to which Ricky giggled sheepishly. He kept on, Marty just sat there smiling, and put his hands on his hips. "Oh, little brothers," Marty said. "They never stop until they get what they want." About that time, Marty's jism just began to naturally flow, and as I was the one sitting on the other side of Marty, his jism kinda went all over me, feeling good and sticky. Marty snickered as he looked at me. "Sorry." "Did I say anything? I thought that was awesome," I remarked. "Richard never stops until I cream." "Well, I like to see you cream!" Ricky chimed in. "I like to see you cream too, little brother..." Jeff hung up the phone. "Guess what y'all?" The guys were all ears. Their hands were in their laps. "Dad's gay!" "What?!" Paul said. "I thought that was illegal!" Everyone laughed. Jeff walked over to me. He sat down on one of my knees, his balls pressing against my kneecap. "We may just have to keep you," he said, whimpering slightly. "Well," I said, "it may be hard to get rid of me." Jeff walked closer to me and I took his balls in my mouth and began tounging them. Ricky got up, went in the kitchen, got something and came back. He made Marty slide down a notch and took a seat by me. He started carressing my leg! Damn! Ricky what are you up to? He had a cup. He poured something out of the cup onto my leg and rubbed it in. It felt gooey, I knew what it was. And he had my left leg coated in sperm. His sperm. His sperm that he had shot into that cup for over a week now.. and it was on my leg. Yeah. It made me hot, in combination with his older brother who was threatening to shoot his wad down my throat. Ricky took some sperm on his hand and coated my hot tool with it. Then he just jacked me off. He wanted to see me cum, too. He must have been infatuated with seeing everybody Shoot off, which is exactly what I did. And he aimed it for his mouth. "Good shit!" he exclaimed. That was when Jeff exploded into my own mouth. Then I said, "good shit!" Ricky, being his natural self, having heard that started off a laugh that came deep from within his insides. He started and wouldn't stop. That got me started. Then everyone started. Jeff got up and tickled the youngest brother under the armpits. He went into total hysterics at that time...hehehe.. his face was red as a beet, he coughed a little... I hugged and kissed him. We all did, and afterwards they all kissed me and hugged me. Ricky calmed down and drank some water. Jeff fixed us all a Coke and told us the whole story about mom and pop. "Karl, it's decision time for you, guy. Mom is leaving US, too, so it seems, and wants us to take the $300,000 out of dads bank account and split." "Split? Split where?" asked Paul. "Where ever we wanna. But we have to be gone within a week. She's coming back and she's selling this house. We're outta her life. She's gone to stay with Grandmother in Iowa for a few days.." I could feel the pressure, to pack my bags, leave my house, go with these guys. Then I saw the inevitable. They had no car, if they left without me they'd have to go somewhere on a bus, a plane.. God knows what. But I had a car. Not big, but... still, a car if an old '72 Chevy Nova counts. About that time Ricky laid his head my shoulder and began drawing circles with his index finger around my left tit. It was standing very upright and he knew it, so he lightly pinched it a few times. My dick was aggravated. I chimed in. "Listen dudes, you've got me. I'm in and I really appreciate what you guys are treating me like. You guys are unreal! I thought people like you were totally nonexistant except in my deepest dreams. You guys don't have a car either do you?" "Nopers," Jeff said. "I hadda sell mine, I was the only one that had one in the family outside mom or dad. I needed it for rent." "What rent?" Marty said. "You were the only one that got charged rent. That was never fair." "He's right," Ricky said. "I'll bet dad needed it for hush money, or somethin. Remember the time he caught you and Greg fuckin'? No supper for a week? Preachen' the gospel about homosexuality.. oh yeah... some dad. Now look what he does..." Ricky began to pout. This must be the other side of Ricky. I'll be damned if I wasn't going to be there to be that shoulder to lean on.. "Ricky, it's okay. Look man, you're a great guy. None of this is your fault. I fuckin' love you. I fuckin' love all of you." "We love you too, and I speak for all of us," Paul said. "I don't know if... we'd quite make it through this physically if you hadn't shown up when you did." I tried something. I got up, off the couch, sat on the floor Indian style. They did as I had suspected they would... they got up and huddled around me on the floor. Now we could all see each other face to face. "Gentlemen," I began, "this is the way it's gonna be. Now, you guys gotta put on clothes for part of this, cos the world ain't no nudist colony, much as we wish it would be. I want you to help me, so I can help you. Interested?" "Of course we are, dude. We'll do anything you want," Ricky said, "we're kin to you now." "It means you can call us brothers," Jeff added, "it'll make you feel more.. like you really are by blood." I was astounded. We all sat, hand in hand, as if in seance. "I need you to help me pack, I want to leave my house today, as soon as I can. I'll move most of my personal belongings up here til we decide what to do." "Gotcha," they all seemed to say at the same time. Ricky's sperm cup was on the edge of the table above me, and I accidentally knocked it off onto Ricky. It covered his dick and chest. Suddenly Ricky seemed to be back in high spirits again. I reached over and personally jacked that kid off. He came soon, it got in my hair and he was one hell of a creamsicle. I bent over as I was given the honors of personally licking it all off his body. He was laughing, giggling and snorting all the way. Then Ricky, Marty and I all hit the showers again. By the time we got out, everybody else had already lost their birthday suit and were in "presentable" clothing now. Everyone had on Jams! Jeff had told me that they, as brothers, were a hell of a lot alike and had very similar interests. But while Marty and Ricky were into skateboarding as an "outside" interest, Jeff, Greg and Paul were into camping, hiking and soccer. They were into soccer mostly in high school and mostly because it was a contact sport they could relate to. What was so irresistable about these five was that they were gay INDEPENDENTLY, that is, they were gay because of their own influences, not because of pressure from the other brothers. In 30 minutes I was set to go back up the road. Those guys accomplished in 30 minutes what would have taken me a day or longer, because it was obvious they gave a damn. Shit-- these guys looked strange dressed. I think Ricky was really wanting to UNDRESS, though. I wasn't really PARTIAL to ANY one of these guys in particular, it was just that Jeff.. well... he seemed a little special. He was the one that flagged me down, he was the one that seemed the most understanding. But if I was going to have a love affair with him, then I was going to have a love affair with them all. Make them ALL permanent lovers.. or at least, semi-permanent. As I loaded the last suitcase into the car, Ricky started to get a boner. "An' I gotta pee, too. Really badly." We went back into the house, to which the rent was due in three weeks, and I wasn't going to pay so the landlady could reclaim it for whatever purpose she saw fit. I wasn't sure if I wanted Ricky to go to the toilet and waste all the pee he'd built up; actually it SEEMED he didn't want to do that either because after I opened the door again, he grinned and snarled like an alleycat. It was just me and him in the house too, everyone else was headed back for the other house. Hell, Jeff had a license, I had seen it; I told him he could run on up to the other house if they didn't want to wait, which they obviously didn't. God only knows I'm not really a chicken hawk.. but this guy... God, he was controlling me! *I* was the marionette and HE was pulling all the fucking strings. And he knew just which ones to pull, too. "Do you want to pee on me, Ricky?" "That's the idea. I want to soak you through to your bones. You weren't watching me while Jeff was on the phone a while ago, were you?" "Not really, why?" "I downed a sixpack and started on another one...." "Does he let you do that?" Ricky giggled. "Yes! He does.. dad never did. Anyway I've gotta pee.. real bad!" We went into the basement, where there was a large area where nothing was stored. "Get naked," I said. I stripped, I had taken off only my shoes, socks and shirt to look up and see Ricky with hands on his hips and ready for action. He snarled again. That tool looked really fierce. I was now naked and we sat on the cool basement floor, side by side, his left leg against my right leg, ankles crossed. His piss started flowing, slowly at first. He grunted a little to coax it to start. A small stream through a half-hardened cock. Then he relaxed as the stream was more constant. He smiled, bent down and began lapping his own stream. "I've always wondered what my own tasted like, without being mixed with my brother's," he said. "And..?" "It's pretty good. Have a taste!" I tasted the steady stream of pee. It was as good as any I'd ever tasted. It seemed his flow would never stop. "I'm startin' to feel a little better," he said. "Never been quite this uh, backed up before." "Yeah. Ever squeeze the head of your dick to make the stream go further," I asked. "Yeah, watch," he said and with that he put us both in a fine soft mist of golden yellow piss which showed no signs of ending in the near future. The floor where we were sitting was a lake. "We don't have a basement at the house where we are," Ricky was saying. Then he stopped the mist and by squeezing his head differently, caused the pee to stream almost to the ceiling. "Ya ever done that before, Karl?" "Yeah, a few years ago." "Neat, huh? Paul did that once." Then slowly his stream died, to a point that he had released his dick and the pee was drooling down the side of his dick and over his balls, still slightly streaming. We were both soaked to the skin. I had enough pee on my dick to stroke it without lubing it. Hell, there was enough on the floor to swim in! We did splash around in it and roll around in it a few minutes, Ricky stood up and he was dripping wet as was I. We embraced, and then I let my piss go all down his balls as he was pressed against me. He just giggled at the fact and said "that feels good. Piss in my ass, please!" I did, and he shit it back out on me when I was finished. God we loved it. And he was my brother. We just left the piss, went upstairs and showered. I soaped Ricky down, and took a long time with his dick area. Ricky soaped me, too. We got out and dried off, and I saw Ricky was pre-cumming. "Karl?" "What?" "I wanna butt fuck you..." "Now?" "Yeah.. I wanna do it in your bed before I go back to my brothers.. I mean, they let me do what I want, but.. it's just quieter here, y'know?" "Sure, I understand. It is quieter, I guess.." I lay on the bed beside Ricky, exploring first. I didn't get far because as I got toward the base of his stomach, his dick twitched, he must have been getting really horny and throbbing his dick himself. You know how you'll be looking at it and just let your insides control your dick pulses, if you have that control. Well, he did that and when he did he shot a big glob of pre-cum right out of his dick and hit me squarely on the chest. My dick brushed his on the way by, which prompted another spurt. He giggled, almost madly now. "God I'm so horny!" he exclaimed. I wanted to suck him a moment and he let me. I played with his asshole a moment until he was so stiff I thought he would burst. He looked at me and his face turned red, like it did when he laughed so hard at the other house. Only he wasn't exactly laughing. "You know, I think I'm hornier right now than I've ever been before in my life." The slight freckles he had on his face were really starting to show now. "I really have this urge to plow the shit out of your ass," he said, "I love you so much, even if you are my brother." I rolled over on my side. "No, no, no, silly, I'm a top. That makes you a bottom. Why don't you just roll over on your stomach and eat that pillow," Ricky said. Damn, he was controlling the shit out of me, and he was just 16! I did as I was told. "Yeah! Now we're talking.." I knew he was going to do this professionally, maybe even better than Marty had done. I was right, about the better part. What was the deal? Marty had eight. Ricky had... TEN! "Now, I don't think I'll try to give ya my whole rod, you probably can't take it, dude.." "Try it." "Are you sure? I'm gonna tear your everlovin' ass up if I do!" "Who has the biggest cock in your family?" "Me." "Really?" "Yup. I got ten, Marty's got eight, Paul's got uh... six, Greg has six, and Jeff has seven-and-a half." "Well, you just got a big stick there!" "Yeah, an' I know how to use it too.." "Okay.." He started off with me slowly, getting the better part of it in me. Stopped, made sure I was okay, and kept inching it in. Yep, it was ten alright. It was different because I could actually feel him hitting some things up there that never had been contacted before. "Still okay?" he persisted. "Yes I'm fine... it feels good as hell." "Oh. Well, when I get goin' I usually won't feed ya but about half of it.. heh.." "Damn I love you, Ricky.." "That does it. Here I go, Karl!" He sped on his way, me begging him to give me the whole thing, finally he did for almost a minute. He didn't know it, but he was giving my prostrate the best workout it had ever known. Finally he decided I was okay so he kept giving me all he had, and opened up with all his speed. I came three short seconds after he did, because he had stimulated me all the way. I could feel his sperm in my ass, even slicker as he pulled his cock out and admired it. I admired it too. He saw my sperm on the bed. "Whoa.. how'd you do that?" "You did it. Man, yo' rod is so long and lean, that ya just told mine what to go do with itself..." "Holy shit!" We kissed and fell back down to the bed. We lay together a few more minutes in solitude, kissing and talking. "Damn, I'm so glad Jeff found you," he said, and I told him about seeing me with my cock out. "Ha hah hah... I'd have asked you too, if I'd seen that!" Ricky was so light headed and so friendly.. you could probably tell him that you hated his guts and he'd just brush it off his shoulder. But then, who ever would? Ricky's now again-stiffening rod pressed against my balls, pushing them out of the way. His cock then interacted with mine, and I felt it. He swayed his hips slightly and I could feel them rubbing together of his own inertia. He smiled. We kissed. We got up, went back and rejoined the others. The walk up the hill didn't take long. Time seemed to fly like it had wings. Ricky and I walked with our arms around each other's shoulders up the sidewalk. I already felt like a brother. Now it was time to have some fun with all the others. It was just hard to meet with them individually, as I had done with Ricky. I thought that was about to change. Ricky was hard all the way back to his house; little guys like that can get hard just as fast as they get off, and they're ready to get off again; Ricky told me that he was always like that and that was why he quit school. Actually, he was expelled because... well, he was caught fucking a kid of 14 years old in the shower before Phys Ed let out one day. "It was worth it, it was worth it all," Ricky told me. "I think there should be a school class just for sex. I'd make all A's." I cracked up as we entered the house. I walked in and everyone sat on the couch, dressed. "What's up," I asked Jeff. "Not a lot," he said. "We were just talking so we left our clothes on. Nothing big, we just.. decided to rest a few minutes. No big thing. An' hey.. I kinda figured what went on with you and Lil' Ricky there. No big thing there either, I want you to know that. We don't care, you're one of us, and don't ever feel that you're not... if you ever want to have fun, just do it!" I thought in the back of my head the steps I would take tomorrow as Ricky, not being able to take any more of this, rocked the lower portion of his body back and forth until his Jams fell to the floor. It took some effort getting them over that pole of his without touching them with his hands, but he managed... boy he managed! I got a super little hardon sitting there watching him struggle, and I think everybody did! I would get up tomorrow, quit my job, take all my money out of the bank (I had close to half a million in there myself.) Jeff said we could pool all our money and take out what we needed once we got where we were going. My life had changed forever; suddenly I had the family I'd never dreamed of. But, who was going to be my lover? Could I love each of these like a lover? Did I in fact, have five spouses? It was hard to say, yet it felt that way. "You really are super," Greg was telling me who had not given me a lot of input on the subject. "I'd love to get alone with you for a while." And so it was. We got up and went into a bedroom, closed the door. The other guys turned on the TV and watched a XXX-rated flick. Before we left the room, Ricky was over there jacking Marty off again, just as he did before. Only this time, Marty was playing with Ricky's tits as he did. Feeling his brother doing this to him made his cock go wild, and Ricky's pre-cum really began to flow. It was wild as I watched from the door before I went with Jeff.. Ricky pumped Marty dry, and then Ricky took three strokes on his own dick and streamed into the air. That was all- three strokes. "Damn," I thought. "I wish that was all it took me. He's really one horny bastard!" Greg had me in this room now with the door locked. He was a sandy-blonde, and if I'd had to pick one guy from the crowd that looked like an honest beach bum, it'd have to be Greg. He walked over shyly. Where Ricky was bold and outgoing, Greg seemed very shy and reserved. He wanted me to dominate HIM, something I wasn't sure if I could do, but I knew I would try. He had a MASSIVE amount of hair around his tool which was fun to play with, and his tool was inviting. I began to suck him as we were laying together on the bed. I wasn't moving fast, I wanted to take my time with his cock. He didn't necessarily want me to fuck him that night because his ass was still very sore from Jeff plowing away at him in his sleep and all day today. I looked; it was really cherry red. "Wish I felt like that," I stressed. "Yeah.. well, this was a dry fuck. We were just experimenting to see how it was. The pain turns me on a little, but I swear I'll never do it again without a lube!" He pumped a large wad into my waiting mouth. As he did and his cock was still throbbing, I slithered up his chest and kissed him, giving him some of his cum. It was good and he agreed. Then he admitted he had to have some more at which time he jacked himself off, letting me watch, cumming in less than a minute. I was truely amazed. He caught this wad in his hand and slurped it out. Then he gave me a slurp.... Mmmm. Good. Better than Campbell's soup. We kissed and hugged and then went back to join the others. We just couldn't stay away from the crowd; it was obvious tht they were very close-knit and I was becoming that way. What was that? It was a knock on the door. Everyone grabbed for their Jams and put them on. Soon, I thought, we wouldn't have to do that. Not if I could have anything to do with it.. yep, I could see it.. the remotest part of Florida... The knock at the door just turned out to be a friend of Ricky's. It just happened to be the friend he was telling me about from school that he was with when he got kicked out. Ralph, that was his name, brought a little piece of news. "Hey! Ricky! Guess what?" "Wha'...?" "You know how you got kicked out for fuckin' the shit outta me last quarter?" "Yeah? What about it?" "I just got kicked out for doing the same thing!" "Really?" "Yeah. What's worse, my mom kicked me out of the house when she found out..." "She can't do that, Ralph! You're only 14!" Ricky exclaimed. "Well, try telling that to her. She can, and she DID." Damn. I felt a little low at that point. At the same time I was happy - here was someone else that was gay and obviously very out of the closet to just about anybody at such a young age. "Hey, hey.. Ralph, relax man.." I jumped in. "You're welcome to stay with us for a ... while... at least right at the moment..." I motioned for Jeff and Greg. We went into the bedroom for a conference. "Where are they going?" Ralph asked Ricky. "Probably to talk about you. Don't worry, little dude. You're in good hands... in fact, probably the best hands you could be in, hee hee.." "Really? You mean..." "Yeah, that older guy with the glasses, I've done it with him.. he's part of us now. You might be too. See, we're gonna have to leave town soon, he probably wants to find out if it's okay if you come and he'll probably end up asking you." "Where?" Ricky told him somewhere in Florida probably, and Ralph said he'd think about it. Ralph was very nervous. "Hey, relax! Karl was right, you need to... hell, you probably need sex." "Wait a minute," Ralph snapped. "Sex is what got me in trouble. Maybe I should just leave..." Ralph got up and started for the door. "Wait, wait!" Ricky yelled after him. Ralph paused in the door and listened. "Ralph, man... listen. Don't go out in the streets man, please. It's not easy. In fact, it's pure hell, trust me. I was lucky, I have my brothers. See, my mom and my ol' man just broke up. It seems he's a faggot too, just like us.." "Our mom's givin' us some money, and this Karl is.. well, he's our brother now, we sorta adopted him." "Exciting here?" "Never a dull moment, it... jeeze Ralph, you're still shakin'. Uh, are you sure you don't want me to do something to make feel better?" "Like what?" Ricky reached up under Ralph's navy blue tank top. He began feeling Ralph's tits, nice and slow, the way he knew it felt best in his sixteen-year-old mind. He rubbed his hand slowly over Ralph's chest. Very slowly. Ralph had a hot, sweaty chest because he had been under stress since his mom had kicked him out at 10 this morning and he had been on the move since then. It was 5 in the afternoon now, and all Ralph had done was walk and lug around that heavy suitcase that he had rushed to put together. He had come to Ricky's house only as a last resort, mainly because he thought Ricky's mom and dad were at home. Before that he was considering taking the $400 he had and getting a plane ticket. Or maybe a bus if he couldn't find a decent fare. Now, he realized slowly but surely that this should have been his FIRST resort. Ricky's hand was getting hot and sweaty from Ralph's chest as his dick was getting even harder than it was before Ralph had arrived. Ricky looked down now to see that Ralph's cock had to be all stretched out and waiting for attention. Ralph had a handsome, proud five and a half when it was hard. Ralph was smiling now. "Ricky," he said softer than the harsh voice he had just three minutes earlier, "you have one hell of a touch." Ricky took his soaked hand out of Ralph's shirt and wiped it all over his own face, especially around his nose. "Smmmmmmmmmmmmmm... ahhhhhhh!" Ricky responded as he heavily breathed his own hand, still wet with Ralph's sweat. Ralph found himself drawing Ricky closer, something he never dreamed about. Paul and Marty didn't say a word, they just sat there watching. They knew when to give their little brother "room to grow." Actually, they were just sitting in the loveseat together, slowly stroking their tools while Ralph and Ricky occupied the sofa. Ralph bent down and took off his shoes and socks. Ricky helped him out of his shirt and then Ricky took his hands and rubbed them all under Ralph's drenched armpits. There wasn't a lot of hair under there, but it was okay with Ricky. Again he rubbed the sweat all over his face. He was in seventh heaven as he gave Ralph a whiff of his own sweat. Wow, he loved it. "I never realized how horny I could get off just my own sweat," Ralph said. Soon Ricky was naked again and Ralph was down to just those jockey undies of his. Ricky snapped the band and let it go back. "Wow," Ricky thought, "I could fuck this kid right through that underwear even if he didn't bother to rip it off."Ralph did take off his underwear and Ricky promptly retrieved it. He began smelling it and stroking his own dick, smelling the sweat of Ralph's crotch where he had walked all day. "Now, wait a minute," Ralph said, getting harder, "thats just what I used to do in the locker room with YOUR underwear!" Ricky pulled it back from his nose and started laughing. "Really? Heh.. how'd you like the ones I wore wet that day that I'd pissed all in that morning?" "Yeah! Shit! Those were the ones I had the most fun with, dude! I squeezed it out.." "I knew those were dry when I got back.. so it was you!" "Yep.. heh.. I actually tasted a little of it," said the black haired youth. "How was it?" "Made me hot enough to want more.." "Why didn'cha ask me?" "I... well...." "You were too shy." "Yeah.. well, that was the day I started drinkin' my own.. it was awesome. I kept thinking about yours, though.." Ricky buried his face in Ralph's underwear again. "Now you see what fun shit is really like, Ralphy boy." "Yeah. Where's YOUR underwear, dude?" Ralph asked. "Oh, I don't wear it anymore. It's too tight and it gets in my way. You should try it, its a lot more comfortable." After Ricky got his fill of Ralph's underwear, he put it down. "Ralph, ya want me to uh... well..." "What?" "Well, just fuck you a little to loosen you up. You look drained." "Yeah, well, I guess." "Do you mind if my brothers watch? We can go to another room..." "No, this is okay. I like people to watch!" "Okay... stand up..."