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SUMMER DAY PART XIII I lay there and continued to caress Ricky's legs. It seemed I couldn't get enough of him. "Ricky, Ralph," I said, "I've got to be honest with you about something." "What's that bro?" Ricky said. "I love you two as brothers, not as a father. I don't really think that I could love you as a father; I'm sorry." "That's okay," Ricky replied, "I understand." "Yeah," I said, "I actually just feel better thinking of you two as my young brothers.. not as my 'sons'.." "Sure," Ralph said. "I think I like it better that way too!" Ralph physically rolled over onto me, playing with my chest as I continued messing with Ricky. "Shit man," Ralph said, "maybe I'm not showing you my love the way I should. I guess I just.. had to get used to being in this family, so I kinda clung to Ricky more at first. But I do love everybody!" "Oh Ralph, we know that!" I said. "You're doing fine and never feel that you're not." "Yeah.." Ricky giggled, "you're doing great. We all love you. See, everybody feels the same way about you that I did in school. You can see why I wanted to rape you." "Yeah, I do. I love it. Ricky, remind me that I owe you my life..." "Oh, don't worry about it..." "Kiss my navel," I said to Ralph. He did so without hesitation. Amazing. I scooted up on Ricky and began kissing his navel. I loved it, loved it all. I ran my hands over Ricky's stomach again. Again he developed goosebumps all over it and his arms. "Ooo," Ricky said. "Like that, huh bro?" I said. "Yeah.. you can tell I do, can't you?" "Yes," I said slowly. He lifted his arms, and I ran my hands under his armpits. I left them there and let him clamp his arms over my hands as he had done in the past. We kissed. We kissed very deeply and passionately. Ralph, being piled on top of me, began kissing me around the back of my neck, and he was latched on to the backs of my shoulders. He would not let go. "Oh, I fuckin' love you," he told me. And he said it more than once. Ralph's peter was soft; I could feel it press against my asscrack. "Ralph's right," said Ricky, "this is too fuckin' much. I really dig this scene..." We were piled on top of each other now like a bunch of sweaty pigs. Ralph soon rolled off of me, onto the other side of the bed. Then I too rolled off of Ricky. We lay there, the three of us, in pure ecstasy even though the only parts of our bodies we were touching were our arms around each other's shoulders. As I was in the middle, I drew the other two in close around me, one on each side of my chest. "I - I love you, Jason," said Ricky. "I love you too, Jason," echoed Ralph. There were tears in my eyes. Ricky arose and came back with a cool cloth, wiped my face with it. "Damn," I said now, unable to control bawling harder on sight of Richard doing this. "Here..." he said, "let it all out, Jason. Get rid of these feelings once and for all. Jason, we are going to be the brothers that you never had." My face was red as a beet. Just under the surface of the skin, it felt like it was on fire. Ricky wiping it now seemed to cool me down all the way to my soft heart. He was making it just a little harder for me now, but never too hard. Ralph lay with his face pressed against my left nipple. He took his finger and drew circles around it and began to lick it. "Would - you rather I leave you alone?" Ralph asked. "Yeah," said Ricky before I could say anything, "do you realize this whole time since he's been with us, we've all been literally smothering him? Maybe he does need a little space.. of his own. I was thinking that last night for some reason." I looked at the boys. "Look," I said, "the question is, do YOU need space? Ricky, both you and Ralph have been under pressure with your moms and everything.. if you need room, you've got it. Personally, I'm just the opposite.. if you give me too much space now, I think I'd only get more upset. "You know, you're right and I can tell it," said Ricky. "You need someone there sporting you on. Me? No, I'm fine. I need someone there too, actually. I don't want any space from you, and I want to be close to you as long as I can. I know you'd never leave us, but right now the only way this little kid would stop breathing down your neck is if you tell him to!" "You know, you could do that LITERALLY, you know," I said, feeling better now. "What?" "Breath down my neck." "How about blowing on the back of your neck?" Ricky said. "Yeah.. that too." "Roll over, Fido." I rolled over on my back and spread my legs, wide. He blew long deep breaths there into my long hair. I felt it all the way up the line of my scalp. My hair was a mess, I didn't give a shit and they didn't either. "Hey kid! You know you leave yourself WIDE OPEN to just about anything when you lay like that!" It was Ralph's voice, but I wasn't sure at first if he was talking to me, or to Ricky. As Ricky arose, he giggled. Now I could only assume he meant me, but what was going on? Ricky giggled again. "Do it, do it, do it!" Ricky urged Ralph as I did continue to lay face down with my legs apart. I felt someone clamber up between them. "Grrr! It's Ralphy!" he said as he lay on me. "I wanna shove my hard dick up your ass and do something with it!" "Oh, sure! Well, you did just say I was leaving myself wide open, didn't you?" "Yes I did!" "Yeah.. you kinda picked up on it. You sure are horny a lot, boy!" "Yeah.. I am a boy, aren't I?" "You definitely are that! Listen Ralphy, if you want to fuck me, please do, but make it as rough as you want!" "Oh, so it's okay if I slam my dick in your ass as hard as I acid-drop my skateboard into a pipe? It wouldn't bother you?" "Oh no, not at all! Acid-drop that thing!" Wham! He did. I felt the lower portion of his abdomen literally slam against me with every fuck. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he asked. "Sure as shit does!" "Yeah? It does to me, too!" he said as he continued to pump long and hard. Soon he was belting out rope after rope of wet semen up my ass. It was so long and there was much of it, that I thought he was pissing in me. "You... by any chance pee me in there?" I asked. "Uh.. no, why?" he answered, catching his breath. "I was too hard and stiff to pee ya... I will, though..." "Nahh, that's okay, that was just a lotta nice sperm though!" "Yeah it was," he said. "Did I get you pregnant?" he laughed. I laughed back. "Yeah! Yeah you did! I love you!" God it had felt good. I turned to feel of Ralphy's ballsack. I played carefully with his tender balls. "Feel good?" I asked. "Yeahhh.. you can play with 'em all day if you want..." "Nahh.. just a few minutes so I can calm yo' hyper self down.." "Me? I'm not hyper.. I'm just madly in love!" he jested, his semi-erect penis seeming to get hard again already. "Damn! I didn't know I had that kind of effect on you!" I said, slightly stunned. "Jason, I got news for you, you do." The son-of-a-bitch was hard again, it was a granite pole. "You know Jas, I was thinking," said Ricky... "it.. I can see where it might be better for you to love us as brothers.." "How's that?" "Well, bro, if you were our dad, well, wouldn't you be more apt to scold us more if you saw us do something that just wasn't quite.. well, something you'd do in a similar situation?" "No. Ricky, look dude.. let me be honest. At this point, you're your own boss. I feel like you two are old enough to know shit. Hell, you're as street-smart and you know as much about what's going on as much as I do. Hell, I don't treat you as a kid, I treat you as an adult and Ralph too.. I don't want you to pass eighteen and say, 'well, we're eighteen and Jason really has changed, man.. I mean dude, as soon as I hit my eighteenth birthday, he really changed..' I can't do that guys, sorry. Ralph, you as much as Ricky. I don't think I'm being cold, because I love you, but I don't want to treat you like kindergartners either." "Well, remember how you treated me in the van coming down? I could relate to that, that little boy approach. If you thought it bothered me, it didn't. I know you like to look at me like I'm at your level, and I like being looked at like that too! In fact I wouldn't have it any other way! It's just that if you want to snap at me, you can. Know why?" "Why Ricky?" "Because I really know it'd all be in fun. Hell Jas, I know you can be as laid-back as I am, dude. It's no secret. You ARE so fucken laid-back for a dude your age. THAT is mainly why we took to you so quick. Don't ever think you're not. But hell, dude, I mean everybody gets out of line once in a while. We just need to be around to put each other back on track, y' know?" Ralph got out a pair of nail clippers and began trimming my toenails. "Shit man, I gotta be productive," he said as I looked at him. "Just out of curiousity, may I ask why....?" "I gotta get my mind off my dick so it'll go down," he said. "When I didn't fuck you again, I went ape." I looked; his dick was soft. His balls were draping low as he was squatted at my feet, his balls nearly touching the bedsheets. I began to snap at him. I wanted him to fuck me again now, on mention of this, and I wanted to see that peter rise. "Stop that, little boy!" I began snapping. "No more of that, you beautiful kid. Your hair is beautiful and your skin is golden. Ohh.. you are so cute you little motherfucker!" "Ohhhh..." he exclaimed, "stooooop..." as he was again getting a raging hardon. It was more raging than the one before. "C'mere..." I said as he got closer. "This is the cutest tool I have ever seen.. gawd!" as I stroked it a little, slowly. I put a finger up his ass and moved it around a little. "You have such a cute fucken hole... and so tight.." "Oh, I can't stand it! My dick's gonna bust!" said Ralph. "Here," I said, turning my ass to him now. "Fuck me." He plowed into my butt again without a lube. "Faster, faster!" I said. "Go as fast as you can!" "Okay! You asked for it!" Zoom! Warp factor one! He was really pumpin' that piston rod as fast as he could. It felt good to my unlubed ass. Soon, more semen. He pulled out halfway during his shooting spree and gave us all a little soak. We all kissed and showered again, got dressed and went out on the canopy to look at the Daytona stars come out. We lay flat on our backs in each other's arms as we looked up. I couldn't help running my hand under Ricky's armpit as we lay there. "Damn dude," I said. "What?" replied Ricky. "This.. this damn hair.. it feels so good to rub it.. does it bother you?" I don't know why I kept looking for a negative response. I guess because I was so used to one all my life. I kept looking for something like, "yes, you faggot! Leave me alone!" but it never came. "Yeah, it feels good, dude.. yeahhh.." I put my tongue up there and licked the hairs. "Damn! Shit, that tickles!" "Yeah.. but it feels so good..." I said. "Feel this," said Ricky, pulling his shorts down to his feet, and grasping his already hard dick. I did, it was warm. "You don't have to suck me if you don't want.. you tired?" "Not tired enough to get you off if that's what you want.." "Naah.. sometimes I just blow this thing up like a balloon and feel it.." "Yeah.. warm, isn't it?" I asked. "Yeah.." and he rolled it all the way around, like a joystick. "Nice joystick," I indicated. "I know.." He took my hand from his dick, placed it to his lips and kissed it. "Damn I love you," he said. "I can't really explain it, but I love you and Ralph just as much as if we'd had the same mother, if that makes any sense at all.." "It does," I assured him as he again placed my hand around his hard dripping tool. I briefly released his dick long enough to caress his balls, which felt very large. I squeezed them softly as he moaned, Ralph with his arm around the back of my neck. It felt so truly wonderful to feel someone else's dick - the sensation of actually feeling the dick and not feeling the heat of your own hand on it... as if your dick was under a numbing sensation... Ricky moaned again as I pulled his hair back and kissed him on the face. "Fuck," he said, "would you object to me fucking Ralph?" Ricky asked. "No! You know you don't have to ask me that!" "Well, I felt obligated because I just.. didn't want to pounce on him and make you feel like I was ignoring you..." "Hell no!" "Okay, like I said, dude... I was just looking out for you.." "Shit.." I uttered, nearly laughing. "What?" "I just looked at you, and you come across as a little dude in the sixties, saying, 'like, peace bro..'.." "Really? That's cool," he said... "peace bro.." he put his hands around me, entered me once and pumped me a few times. He withdrew and headed for Ralph. Ricky allowed his boner to slightly go down, stood over near the edge of the bannister in the darkness, and let pee go all down his shaft and balls, coating himself very well. Dripping, he got close to me as he walked over to Ralph. I could really smell his boy piss.. it smelled good to me. "Fuck me," Ralph persuaded as he leaned against the wall of the condo. I cut out the light so no one could see us. Ricky's dick slipped up Ralph's ass like a greased pole. "I'm mo' fuck yo' ass like you never been fucked 'fore," Ricky said. He did, too. He slung pee all over that wall from his body, he was flapping so fast. I walked over to where they were fucking, and looked at Ricky. "Ricky.. do you mind if I... slip my hand between your balls and Ralph's ass just a second and let me feel those wet things pop me in the hand?" "Oh, hell yes.. do that, I wanna see how-it-feels-to my dick-too," he said in rhythm of his fucks. I did put it there.. and the piss slapped off those balls coating my dick. I moved my hand and licked it; Ricky licked it after me and we French-kissed for a second while he fucked. I walked over to the spot where Ricky had pissed and a little had collected where it hadn't run off. I got some on my hand and rubbed it across the underside of my nose; damn, I thought; I thought I was the only one that got into this shit. I wiped a little more under my nose; it smelled so good. I was at that time tempted to taste a little, but I declined because I knew the bannister was filthier than the piss. Ricky was damn close to a climax now and as he did, I could tell he really sent a lot up Ralph's ass. He pulled out and sent one or two long ropes in my direction which splattered me, before he finally stopped altogether. "Ooo, I felt that," Ralph said. "You definitely got me pregnant.." "Did it go way on up there?" I asked. "Hell yeah! He shot that shit way up my hot hole.." "Wow..." I patted Ralph on the asscheeks, he took my hand and kissed it. "It was a show, wasn't it?" asked Ralph. "Sure was! Ricky, I must say I admire the way you control that cockjuice..." "What do you mean?" "I mean, firing that couple of spurts inmy direction.. God!" "Yeah.. I'm starting to learn to be able to do shit like that.. you know, get trained and all.. I always like to experiment. Remind me to fix you a piece of sperm-on-toast in the morning..." "Oh yeah.. and remind me in about thirty minutes to go in there and call Jeffrey..." "Huh? Oh shit! Yeah! I totally forgot!" "Has.. it always been easy for you guys to jack off and shoot.. I mean, nothing emotionally ever kept you from getting hard?" I asked. "Not really.. I've never really had a problem.. always gotten it up pretty quick..." replied Ricky. "I haven't really had any problem either," remarked Ralph. "Damn." "Have you?" asked Ricky. "Not really.. I had trouble when I used to couldn't shut things out of my mind, you know, concentrate on things that made me hot, I'd go down." "Yeah.. well Jas, that happens to anybody.. heh.. listen to me playing Dr. Ruth here... heh.. but I mean, if I really am in a situation where I want to lose my boner, I mean, really bad, I just think of something I know will get it down." "Well, what gets you un-horny?" I asked, wanting to know more about what goes on inside a kid's head nowadays. "I just think of a guy ugly as sin, or some tragic event.." "Hehe.. I like the first one... what kind of tragic events?" "Well," Ricky went on, "I just pretend that when I want it to go down in a hurry, well dude, I was slicing into this sweet peach with a knife, and I missed the peach and cut my finger.. blood was going all over the place, and I had to rush to take care of it because of the pain. That's one way. I mean, shit like that may turn some people on, but not me, I mean pain. I hate thinking about pain!" "Yeah.. I can see where that might get you to lose it.." "Me too," agreed Ralph. "Wanna know how I lose it?" "Sure!" "I just start, well, thinking about girls!!" We all laughed. "I -know- that would be effective!" I said. "It sure is.. real quick results." "Jason," said Ricky, "look, I don't want you to get the wrong idea.. I mean, we're above having sex all the time.. it's just, well, we've been turned on so much lately.." "Yeah.. well I got nothing against you pounding all the cum out of there that you want.. I mean, you produce it, you sure as shit have the right to put it out!" I said. "Yeah, I know," Ricky giggled, "I just meant that I kinda think we'll try to see more of Gaytona tomorrow than we did today, if that's okay... I mean..." "Ricky! Okay, no problem, I mean, I understand! We just kinda 'connect' if you know what I mean, dude!" I answered. "Yeah, I felt that way too... but I do like 'pounding all my cum out' onto you guys!" I went into the bedroom and called Jeff on the phone. There was a sign beside the phone that said: "ALL LONG DISTANCE CALLS MUST BE CREDIT CARD OR COLLECT." I guess they were proving "up front" that they weren't going to tolerate any fraudulant promises to get any bills paid. I heard the operator ask if he would accept a collect call from Jason Fraser, he said he would and the conversation began. "Jas, dude! What's hangin'? Heh.." "Not much dude! It's pretty awesome down here!" "Yeah... bet it is. So, have you gotten laid yet?" "Yeah man.. by a couple of the prettiest girls in Daytona," I spoofed, talking as though I were the straightest guy to walk the Earth. "Lots of pussy.. I love it." I could just guess what kind of expression THAT little remark put on his face! "What? Jas, is this really you?" Ricky and Ralph were in hysterics. "Yeah dude.. it's me. Seriously though, it's a blast. These dudes have even got ME skateboarding now..." "You don't say...?" "Yeah.. Here's Ricky, man.." "Yo, dude, was' happenin'?" Ricky said. "Not much," answered Jeff. "Dude, we've decided to just stay put here.. kinda get settled into the place, you know? We've having more sex than bunnies do.. Jason's gonna love the cum shots all over the living room..." "Are you fuckin' serious?" "Yeah, man.. the four of us are jacking off a lot too, and putting it in a cup like you were doing..." "Hot damn! I'll have to see that when we come back!" "Y'all know yet how long you're gonna stay?" "Long as Jas wants, cos' I kinda like it here.. it's up to Jas.." "Well, put him back on the horn a sec.." "He wants you again," Ricky said, handing me the receiver. "Yo.." "Yeah dude... we're taking a rain check on that trip.. what we might do is wait til you come back, then you kidnap somebody else or something, and then we'll go.. or you can stay here and WE'LL trip, you know... we'll work something out." "Yeah, that doesn't sound too shabby. We will work that out when we come back.." "Yeah, which led me to want to ask when you thought you might come back?" Jeff asked, "or do you just wanna wait til next week sometime? We're not in any hurry, and I know the other two love it as much as you do..." "Yeah... well... maybe first part of next week... what day is this?" "Thursday," Jeff answered. "Well, yeah, maybe Tuesday. We'll be calling you again before then, I'm sure. So, you're definitely not going anywhere?" "Ehh.. well, I rented a car.. we probably won't go very far at all if we go anywhere.. just some little places where we can come back and spend the night here.." "Okay.. well, things are looking good here.." "I'm sure they are! Jas, look.. have a good time, okay? You only pass through this life once; make it good." "You bet!" "Well, let me talk to Ralphy a sec.." "Ralph.. c'mere..." Ralph took the receiver while he was bent over and Ricky was rubbing his asscheeks. "Yeah?" "Hey tiger! This is Jeff!" "Dude! How's life?" "Oh, it's going okay. How's the heat down in Gaytona?" "Oh, dude.. it's sweltering." "Really?" "Yeah.. I got the thermostat on now," he said, panting in the phone. "Well, maybe you better turn it up a few degrees.. I wanna see ya really sweat," Jeff said. "Well, you can bet I'm doing that! Ricky's fucken around with me right now!" "Sounds nice... well let me go so I don't tally up a huge bill.. I'll talk to y'all again soon. Ask Jas if he's gonna stay in that one place the whole time, or if he's not sure if he'll change...?" "Jeff wants to know if we're going to stay here, or change to a different motel before we come back?" "Let me talk to him..." and Ralph handed me the phone. "Jeff? Not really sure.. we might stay here a couple nights and go on down the coast.. this number is area code 904-555-2313." "Okay, if I need you, I'll call there until you say you're changing motels.." "Sounds cool.. have fun over there and we're thinking about you.." "Yeah.. well.. have a safe trip.." "Okay... talk to you later.." "Bye." We went over now and flopped on the couch. It was now 10:15 and we were a little tired, but not too tired to sit and continue to enjoy the hell out of each other's company. While it was on my mind, I gave AT&T my credit card number and told Ricky to tell me their old telephone number in Smyrna, Georgia. I dialed it just purely out of wanting to see what happened - Jeff had supposedly disconnected it before he left. It rang twice - I got an answer. "Hello?" "Ms. Fraser?" "No, I'm sorry - she no longer lives here." "Is this 2462 Valley Vista Road?" "Yes, it is.. this is the business of Martin Shoals Printers. Can I help you?" "Are - you - is your business operating out of the location?" "Yes, it is.. who may I ask is calling please?!" I hung up the phone. I sat with my mouth agape. "Was that mom?" asked Ricky I nodded. "No... a company called Martin Shoals Printers is in the house." "My God!" exclaimed Ricky. "That's who she... worked for!" "She said they were operating out of that house, but that your mother no longer lives there..." "That's odd...", said Ricky, "but that sounds like the kinda thing she'd do.. they needed a new place 'cos the roof of the old building wouldn't stop leaking.." "I see.." "Yeah, thanks for checking that out, Jas... that was interesting.." "Yeah, it was.." I admitted. "I just wonder if they encountered all the piss we left in the living room floor..." "Oh yeah! Shit.. I forgot about that! Well, I'm sure they did, and you can bet mom knows we did it.." boasted Ricky. Ralph looked back and forth between me and Ricky at this remark. He nearly giggled. "What is it, Ralphy baby?" I inquired. Now he wouldn't take his eyes off me. "I just got this bogus idea..." "Oh?" "Yeah.. but you probably would flip out.." "Try him!" motioned Ricky. "Jason... what would you say to.. going to a store and buy a sixpack.. bring it back, we drink it.. and go to piss city..." his boner was now obvious. I felt it; it was very hard. Ricky's eyes lit up like neon signs. "Shit, an' I'm usually the one that comes up with ideas like that!" he said. "Preference?" I said. "Huh?" asked Ralph, looking at me like he had a thorn in his foot. "Preference.. as in brand of beer?" I was undoubtedly going to grant their wish - suddenly it became MY wish too.. to see how much yellow stuff they could put out. Then follow it with white stuff. Tomorrow would be strictly spent away from the place... we might as well live it up tonight, I thought. Michelob!" said Ricky. "I drink that stuff more than Jeff realizes.. but I really don't do it other than.. well.. guess?" "Make you bladder as full as possible!" I boasted. "Damn right, dude! Cause a fucken flood! Just think if all THREE of us did that.. laid out on the back porch late.. next to each other.. all that damn warm.. Ooo! I can't stand it, it's driving my dick crazy! Look at it!" Ricky had on pastel shorts and they were so far out in front now that they were drawing up on him. I looked down his stomach; the boner was so big that it stretched the elastic clear off his stomach in front and a person had a clear view of the boner down that line. "Damn!" uttered Ralph. "That is fucken killer.." "Wait a second," said Ricky. "Just one... second.." We stood there, I was in awe wondering what was happening. "There. Now, my dick is absolutely as hard as it can get." I looked again. There was about another quarter inch of elastic sticking out now than there was before it settled down, or should I say settled up? There.. now you could tell right where his piss slit was in front because it was slightly starting to pre-cum and moisten the shorts. There was a Quick Thrift just up the road; I left the pair as they were and got a sixpack. When I came back, they had all the lights out and were stretched out in the dark on the back porch, nude. "Come on out, Jason.." called Ricky. As I did, I locked the front door to the room. I removed all my clothing now. Ricky reached over and felt my dick. "Damn Ralph, Jason's hard too..." "Does that make three of us?" "Yeah it does," he informed me. "And uh.. I gotta pee now.. but I'm just gonna hold it and add to it.." "What?" "Yeah, I hadda pee since like half an hour ago. I can't wait to down some of this," he said. "If you want a flood, you're gonna get one, if only from my dick alone, mister!" Shit. He was "Mister Urination." As they both sipped along on a can each of beer now, I eased down and clamped my mouth around Ricky's tool, slowly. "Mmmm," he moaned. "That feels wonderful.." I pulled off occasionally, not really in a hurry to get him to cum, sipping my own beer along. I had to admit I had to pee just a little even now-- and Ralph did too. After all, none of us had pee'd since we were together in the bathroom. "Hell, I wouldn't care if someone were around watching me everytime I pee'd," I commented. "Heh, I know the feeling," said Ricky. "It really sounds wild and feels good to know there's someone over your shoulder, loving every drop of the yellow stuff coming out as much as you do.." "Ricky, do you get hornier the more you pee at a time?" "Hell yeah! You better believe it.. sometimes I start getting so hard halfway through that I can't get it all out. Then, like a few minutes later after I get off and someone else goes at it, I piss like a motherfucker. Damn, I love thinking about it!" "You're not alone.." "I know." Ralph was flipped over, butt in the air now, cutting farts. He was straining, but he was producing one about every eight seconds. Interesting; there had been some kids in Devereux when I was there that would get on beds and do that shit. It turned me on, not by the smell, oh God, no way, but by the fact that someone was actually doing it - and doing it in succession. I reached down there to find that in doing this, Ralph had developed a raging hardon himself and was in fact, pre-cumming. "Ralph, that's wild, dude," Ricky said, slithering over toward his butt. He took a whiff, then another. "Amazing.." "What?" I commented. "Those are odorless farts." "Are you sure you're just not so used to the smell?" "Absolutely. Take a whiff," and Ralph cut another fart just as I bent over and he started giggling. His head was resting on his folded arms on the floor of the porch. Damn.. he was right, they WERE odorless farts! But they were loud enough that you could certainly tell they were being cut... Ricky snaked Ralph along the asscrack a few times. "Cool!" Ralph commented. "That feels good." "Yeah? I could do this for half an hour.." Well, still he did it to him for several minutes, Ricky's warm saliva feeling wonderful to Ralph's butt, sticking up in the air, as snake after snake of it dotted it's way down the crack. As Ricky pulled away, I rubbed his stomach. He laid back down on his back. "Oh, such a cute little tummy," I said. "So fucking cute. What a little boy's tummy.." "Yeahhh!" Ricky said in a high-pitched voice. You could tell he was in ecstacy and was eating it up. Ricky and Ralph chunked their beer cans towards the glass door; empty. Mine was about three-fourths empty. Ricky reached for another. Hell, -I- wasn't going to stop him; I was interested highly in just how much pee he was going to put out. I wanted a lake as much as he did. That thought in mind, I guzzled the rest of mine and started on MY second. Ralph, while slower, eventually got a second. This would be the end of the sixpack. "Ricky, if you want more liquid, you'll have to drink Cokes.." "Yeah," he said, forcing the can down as quickly as he could. "I might have to do that. But damn, it's already comin' down on me.. I may just let what I got trickle down and let that be it.. I'm kinda full.." "Yeah, you don't wanna burst," Ralph threw in, guzzling his beer and letting me feel around his hot ass. Ralph sat in my lap now as he drank. I spread my legs and he was sitting with all his weight on my right leg. I pulled my legs open a little as he felt of my dick. I put my finger slowly into his asshole now; having him on the one leg had made it very accessible. I stuck it all the way in, and was very careful with it, moving it around SLOWLY. "How... does that feel?" I said, running my other hand over his stomach lightly. "Damn! Damn! Shit! I love it!" He kissed me on the nose. I rubbed it a little in there where I thought his prostrate was; his dick was so hard now that it was about to explode. I grabbed his balls now lightly, and felt them. He kissed me again. "Fuck, Jason.. you are un-fucking-real." I could tell that he never could have imagined that someone my age would be so into the same stuff he was. And into getting off on his body! We lay around talking about various things, like stars and dicks (we could talk about THAT much variance!) for several minutes. "I get the feeling that this little boy is really going to wee-wee on me," I said to Ricky. "Yeah," he acknowledged, "these little boys are gonna create 'Wee-Wee Lake'.. heh.." "Ralph, how you holding up?" "Well, I'm as full as I've ever been, I think, down there.. but I can wait longer.. I've done it before when I yellowed about seven pairs of undies one day.." "Really?" "Yeah, dude I had a lot of pee in me that day too.. I did it, and then I was so tired that I laid down and put them all across me to cool me off.. then I put them away and let them dry.." "Well, Jason," Ricky said about five minutes later, "I can wait no longer. I'm bursting." His dick was limp, he shoulders were drawn back, and rather than do it all at once, we agreed to each do it individually, at different times. That way we'd see not only how much we pee'd total, but how much we could each put out. Then too, as a sort of measurement, we had a five-gallon bucket that we had marked off into measurements. We were going to each pee in there, and then stop the tub, and sit in there together and play in it a little. It was my fantasy, Ricky's fantasy, and now as Ralph had become more "open", his fantasy too. Ricky had a slow-starting stream, because he was so full and his bladder was pushing so hard to get it out. "I'll put out what I can now," he said, "then when you guys get done, we might can take another round, see because our bladders will be more relaxed and can force out what they can't now. This will be MOST of it, but there's always a lot that can't quite make it because of the strain..." He pissed quite well but quite slowly, forcing out a good couple of quarts or so. "Have more?" I asked. "Yeah, I do," he responded. "A good bit. This is the most I think I've ever had." Ralph went next. It was neat, seeing him point his little dickie like that, pissing in the bucket. Everyone was smiling and it caused him to get a little hard, but he soon lost it because he knew he was determined to pee, and pee he did. He nearly had a couple quarts of his own! When I got through with my pass, we had a little over a gallon. In about three minutes, we all went another round after our bladders settled down from the fullness that they were at before. Ricky easily produced another pint; Ralph not quite that much. I too put out about another pint. Damn; nearly a gallon and a half. Ricky looked at me as he got near the bucket and allowed some final drops and rushes of piss to come out of his dick into the bucket. "Jason," he said, "we done damn good, man..." Ralph looked and smelled at it. He looked at us as though Santa Claus had just come and brought him everything he had on his wish list. Perhaps he had. Ricky and I carefully carried the bucket into the bathroom; Ralph still had a little pee to add and he did - it wasn't much though. Ricky rinsed out the tub, took a towel and towelled it dry. "Best we don't mix any water with this we can help," he uttered, and I agreed. There- it was clean and dry- and now it was stopped up. Ralph dipped his hands into the liquid. "Oh, it's still so nice and warm!" he exclaimed, hard as a rock and thick as a brick. He smeared it on his face and penis. "God it smells so good!" "Ooo!" said Ricky. "Okay," I said, "this is where I take over. You two get in the tub, sit in each other's laps. I'll pour this shit on you." They sat in the back of the tub, Ralph sat on Ricky's hard dick, allowing it to enter him. "Ooo," I said. "What a sight!" They giggled. I began poaring the pee on Ralph's stomach, letting it trickle down to his groin. "Cold?" I asked. "No, not really.. still kinda warm. We really heated it up, didn't we?" Ralph leaned forward and I got some on Ricky's stomach. I splashed some on his face and he licked around with his tongue. "Good shit," he said. "Don't be afraid to pour it in our hair," Ricky said. "After all, there IS such a thing as shampoo..." I did. There was about a third left of what we had pissed. "Do me now," I said to Ricky as he got out - Ralph eased off his dick - and he moved to the front of the tub as I stepped in and handed him the bucket. He got me wet.. real wet. Then he finished soaking Ralph, and I poured what little was left back on Ricky. That was it.. it was all on us and all in the tub. There was room for us to all three sit in there... folded up - but that was just barely. It was high enough, with the three of us in there, to cover our balls and the bases of our dicks. We took turns pulling some out of the tub with our hands and washing our stomachs, backs, etc. Ricky made a statement to seal a pact. "As we share our pee together like this, so shall we share our lives from now until we drop out of this life and head for the next." Soon, the pee was warm. Our buttocks in the tub were really heating it fast to body temperature. We were steaming, kissing, loving each other in the tub. Altogether we spent at least a half hour in the pee, loving it all. Ralph cut another fart; it was neat- it made the pee bubble a little around his balls and it just stayed that way a few minutes. Everyone looked so slicky, so sparkly.. with the liquid all over their bodies. We spent time just admiring each other. I stroked Ricky's cock a few times; he put out a little more pee as he was now definitely drained. It wasn't more than a few drops. Ralph came, he had been slowly musing his dick- but we weren't expecting him to cum so soon, and he claimed he didn't either. The long, slow wad dribbled down and nestled itself in the piss, floating on top. Ricky took that particular handful in his hand and smeared it across my chest. "May you remain a little boy forever," he dubbed. Now, everyone's fingers were wrinkled from a long exposure to the liquid. I got an ear syringe and gave the boys a long enema.. Ricky held more pee than Ralph and I combined. Then we shit it all back out, getting some on each other in fun. Ricky could squeeze his buttcheeks in some manner so that he only shit out a thin steady stream- a LONG thin steady stream. He "pissed" it all over me and Ralph that way. "Fill me up one more time," he pleaded. I did. Panting, straining and red in the face, he repeated his act. He laughed a filthy laugh. "God am I such a faggot! HaHaHaHaHaHa! So wicked, too!" I hugged him so tight when he was through that I thought I was going to choke the air right out of him. We cleaned up the tub and then ourselves. It was already just past midnight, and we needed some rest.