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                             SUMMER DAY

                               PART 2

 Back in the other room, what we had decided to do was just as Ricky
 had thought, to ask  Ralph if he wanted to be a  part of our little
 family.  With the  money we  had  and  the money  we were  probably
 destined to make, we would surely have enough to have another mouth
 to feed, both  sexually and... moneywise. We agreed  though to wait
 until  at  least  tomorrow  night  to  ask  Ralph  the  detrimental
 question, just  to let him  get adjusted to  it for now,  see if he
 liked it, and make sure we  weren't too pushy. As the eldest member
 of this new colony, I was left as  the last man to make most of the
 decisions, a "Captain Kirk of  the U.S.S. Enterprise," if you will.
 I really didn't mind if Ralph went along, but.. I wanted to talk to
 Ricky though to get some insiders (heh!) on the guy first. I wasn't
 much of a  domineering person, but since I was  older, I felt I was
 in a better  position to handle it and also  that I could adjust to
 it quickly even  if I wasn't dominant SEXUALLY.  Leading a bunch of
 guys financially  would be easy; my  hindsight is 20/20 and  I know
 they are  as much like  me those few  years ago as  anybody. It was
 obvious  that having  sex with  each  other  with them  was a  high
 priority  at keeping  their sanity.   Jeff, Greg  and Paul  all had
 stable jobs,  which they would have  to leave now of  course. Marty
 had been looking for work but  even so was easily capable of living
 happily on his brothers' handouts every week. He was given at least
 a $10 allowance,  as was Ricky. Marty  had held a part-time  job at
 the local grocery store, but it was only temporary and the benefits
 were too shabby.

 We stayed  in the room for  a little while because  we, as did Paul
 and  Marty, wanted  Ricky and  Ralph to  have room  to get adjusted
 before we became permanent spectators  of their young, yet sensuous
 sexual acts.  We were horny now,  thinking about them in  the other
 room,  thinking  about  us,  and  we  had  ourselves  a nice little
 three-way imagining  what was going  on both in  the other room  as
 well as in  here. Jeff pissed in Greg's mouth.  He filled it up and
 managed to cut  it off without spilling a  drop. He swallowed some,
 then offered  me a kiss and  spit some into my  mouth. It was good,
 and  I  loved  it.  They  both  smiled  at  me.  This  was to be my
 initation,  with both  of these  boys. Tonight,  in this  room they
 would show me just how deep their sexual activity ran.

 Back in the living room, which had boards placed on the exterior by
 the boys  when their parents left  so they could roam  free unseen,
 Ricky  was  literally  fucking  Ralph's  brains  out. That pole was
 going, now like  it never had. Releasing all  the frustrations that
 Ricky had  built up since he  had last fucked Ralph  in that school
 gym locker room. Ricky came inside  Ralph, which made Ralph cum all
 over the floor, ceiling, even the  TV screen. Ricky pulled out, his
 gun still firing. "Oh shit, oh  shit, Ralph you feel so GOOD inside
 you sex god! Ohhh.." Ricky took Ralph into his arms and hugged him,
 then they  kissed. This made  Paul and Marty  want to kiss  so they
 turned to each  other and kissed. Ralph had  his arm around Ricky's
 shoulder  when  Ricky  took  a  finger  and  lowered  it to Ralph's
 butthole and slid it in. Wiggled  it around a little. It was clear;
 Ricky and Ralph had the hots for  each other. It was clear to Ricky
 that he would go with us. Ricky talked with me about an hour later.
 I asked him if he had to  take prescription drugs, etc. and he told
 me "no," to which he said, "he was about to, though. Ralph said his
 mom was  talking to a psychiatrist  and he ok'd it  for her to give
 him something to make him less horny. Ralph said 'no way'. She said
 'it's either  that, mister, or you  can pack a bag  and go'. That's
 when he  stormed off in a  rage." Ricky told me  they had fucked to
 which  I  replied  "good  deal!"  He  said  he  was  sure they were
 sweethearts  now. About  that time,  Ralph walked  in and wanted to
 talk. He wasn't really shy, but not nearly as bold as he newly-made
 boyfriend.

 "Hey," Ralph said.

 "Hi, Ralph. Uh, I see you're naked too."

 "Yeah.. heh.. it's the only way to go."

 "Yeah. It is," I agreed, smiling.

 "I  wanna  talk  to  you,  big  dude,"  Ralph  said  to which Ricky
 snickered at a  little. Ricky began putting fingers  up my asshole.
 Soon he  took them out  and sat on  my lap; he  purposely guided my
 nuclear missile up his ass as he slowly sat down on it.

 "Do you want me to go with you all to Florida?" Ralph asked.

 "Well," I  said, knowing that  this was WAY  ahead of gameplan  and
 could set our move up a bit quicker. I was glad he was asking but I
 certainly wasn't expecting it. "Yes. I  was going to ask you if you
 wanted to go with us, we'd love to have you in our family, but only
 if you think you'd really like it. I just say that because it won't
 be  long 'til  you're committed,  since we  have to  leave soon and
 there wouldn't be  any turning back. So, take  some time and think,
 if you want. Either way, you better be sure!

 "Oh, yes sir," (why was he calling  me 'sir'? I felt 30 years older
 right then.)  "I know for sure  that I want to  go. There's nothing
 that would do me any good here."

 "You don't need to call me 'sir'.. heh.. I'm just a year older than
 Jeff.. 'sir' just doesn't sound good.  Just call me Karl, or Dad if
 you  have to..."  "Okay, Karl.."  Ralph snickered.  That made Ricky
 snicker. That made Ricky bob up and  down on my lap, over which his
 hole was on my prick. "Come here," Ricky called to Ralph, who stood
 up off the bed. "Want sum pee?" Ricky asked, smiling.

 "Yeah."

 Ralph wrapped his lips around Ricky's cock, and Ricky turned on the
 faucet. After a minute, Ralph  pulled off and said "that's enough,"
 but Ricky  was still pissin'. He  just pulled his hot  rod back and
 began spraying himself and me both. We  got wet and we loved it. He
 guided some in  his own mouth, and some in  mine too. It was great.
 "Ricky, you are  the cutest animal," I said.  "Thanks, Karl. I love
 you."  "I love  you too.  I love  Ralph over  there too." Ralph was
 still sucking down  the rest of the piss he  had in his mouth. "Ohh
 shit," Ralph  said. "I gotta pee..."  "Do it now. Soak  us down," I
 said, motioning for Ricky to get up  go with me to the pissroom. We
 did, and had a  real splash. Then the rest of the  boys came in and
 came up with a good name for the  room. Greg got a big can of black
 spray paint and painted "ON GOLDEN POND" in big letters on the wall
 beside  the entranceway.  Ricky laughed  like shit.  Then I tickled
 Ricky under the  arms and ha laughed some  more. Everybody peed all
 over everybody now. Only I wanted to pee up Paul's asshole and have
 him shoot it back in my face. I  did, and he really let me have it.
 Ralph,  having already  pissed, had   gotten a  feather out  of the
 closet in  the hall and rubbed  the back of Ricky's  heels with it.
 Ricky shivered, looked  down and saw it. Then he  bent over and let
 Ralph FUCK  HIM. Ralph knew how  to use that five  and a half, too.
 There was indeed, a pond in that room that night. And everybody was
 swimming in  it. Soon though it  was late, and everyone  was tired.

 After we got  all cleaned up, we all  got in one big bed.  It was a
 queen  size,  appropriately  named.  Ricky  slept  with his dick in
 Ralph's ass all  night. Ricky later told me that  at one time Ralph
 was a  girl watcher, but after  a girl had thrown  an apple at him,
 which hit  him in the head  at the school lunchroom  for being "too
 fresh" and required seven stitches, he  said to hell with the idea.

 He knew  what he really  wanted was cock  anyway, it was  just some
 cute BOYS  that put him  up to getting  fresh, and that  wasn't the
 real Ralph Manning. The real Ralph  Manning was loving the hell out
 of Ricky, who  was his North Star, his guiding  light, his voice in
 the  darkness. "Ricky?"  "Wha'?" "Do  you love  me?" "Yeah, Ralph I
 really love you. Be quiet or you'll wake Karl and the rest." "WE'RE
 STILL  AWAKE," we  seemed to  chime in  unison. "Ssssshhhit,"  said
 Ricky. "That's  okay," I said.  "I'm eating this  up." Ricky pulled
 out of Ralph's  butt to turn to my cock.  "And I'm eating THIS up,"
 he said and moved so fast on my  rod that I couldn't get it up fast
 enough. I gave him my wad.

 I don't know when the others finally floated off, but the big clock
 said something like  4 am before I ever quit  looking at it. I kept
 thinking it  was all a dream  and the next morning  when I awoke it
 would all  be gone away and  I would awaken to  a noisy alarm clock
 that  told me  it was  time to  go to  work. That's  why it took me
 forever to fall asleep. Jeff promised  me though that we'd all hold
 hands in our  sleep as long as we could  just to be comfortable. Of
 course, once we turned over that was no longer possible, especially
 as  our grip  loosened in  the night.  But for  now anyway,  it was
 comforting. I  knew, as I  faded away like  a late-night television
 station  going  off  the  air,  that  no  dreams in dreamland could
 replace what I had felt today.

 I awoke to  see everyone else  still asleep. All  except for Ricky.
 Ricky was quietly stroking his dick  in solitude. He saw me looking
 at him, grinned and kept on.

 "How long you been awake?" I whispered.

 Oh , ten-twenty  minutes," he whispered back, looking  at the clock
 and seeing it was just after nine. As I was between Ricky and Jeff,
 I  casually reached over and he let  me replace his hand with mind.
 "Bet   that   hand   is   tired,"   I   said.   "Not   really,  I'm
 about-ready-to-shoot-anyway," he  said, very sexy.  I took his  wad
 again, damn could  that boy cum. He was  a true-to-life sex machine
 and never seemed  to tire of shooting his  load just about anywhere
 he could.

 Ricky  and I  got up  and walked  to the  kitchen to  eat a bowl of
 cereal. Alas  even with all  these boys, you  do still tend  to get
 hungry  for food.  Ricky went  into the  living room  and slid into
 Ralph's jockeys; he wanted to try to cream in them before Ralph had
 to put them on again.

 Ricky looked neat in underwear, I  had never seen him in it before.
 Cute! Halfway through eating, Ricky  cut a long, noisy smelly fart.
 He giggled and nearly had to lay  his spoon down. He was shaking in
 his chair from laughter and then farted again. We got up, went into
 the living room. I sat in a chair, he got on the floor on all fours
 and farted  up a storm in  the underwear. "I can't  help it, I just
 got  gas," he  was saying.  I walked  over, told  him it  was okay,
 popped  the  elastic  around  the  underwear.  "Do  that again," he
 prompted me, and I did. Boy those were smelly farts and I tended to
 want to go  back to the kitchen. I  did and he soon joined  me. His
 hair was getting a little long in  front and it was a little bit in
 the way of his eyes, he had to  keep pushing it away. It was one of
 those mod  skater's haircuts, and the  light brown color of  it and
 the texture alone made me stiffen.  He may have loved Ralph, but it
 was plain to see he didn't care  if he messed around with his other
 brothers either!

 After we finished and the other  brothers had finally gotten up and
 gone  to  eat  as  well,  I  watched  Ricky  as  he smeared Ralph's
 underwear into the  piss that was still in the  room from the night
 before. Then  he put them back  on. "Couldn't resist," he  said. We
 walked back into the kitchen. "Whoa,  what have we here?" Jeff said
 as he downed a frozen waffle.

 "Little brother wanted to wet his shorts," Ricky said.

 "Aren't those  Ralph's?" Jeff inquired and  I nodded, thinking Jeff
 might say "that was mean" or "you shouldn't do that."

 "He'll be in for a treat," Jeff said, giggling. "Yeah. Dipped em in
 our pool from last night," Ricky added.

 "You might  wanna go add more  pee to it, if  you haven't already",
 Greg suggested. "You pee'd yet, Rick?" Ricky nodded and said, "I'll
 go do that right now."

 Ralph was obviously  sleeping a little late today.  So? He deserved
 it.. he had to have gone through HELL yesterday!

 I wanted  to see  this, so  I went  with Ricky  back to the 'Golden
 Pond' and  watched him really open  up that piss slit  and coat the
 undergarments with  fresh, hot sticky  pee. It flowed  down his leg
 and mixed with that already on the  floor. He gave me a show, too -
 while he was doing it, he waved his lower portion back and forth in
 a fucking motion,  loving every second  of it, the  fucking motions
 having  such  fury  that  they  caused  the  pee  coming out of the
 underwear through  the fabric to be  hurled in the air  and hit the
 wall. Then he  directed it at me and that's  when I walked over and
 hugged him as  he was finishing up. It seemed  he knew what kind of
 show to put on  for me, and he filled the bill  to a 'T'. He waited
 until most of the dripping subsided, then walked back into the rest
 of the house to find Ralph eating  eggs and bacon. He took one look
 at Ricky and nearly choked.

 "Whaaaa..  whaa..  whose  underwear  is  that?"  Ralph  asked as he
 recognized the pattern on the elastic.

 "Give ya one guess," Ricky said as he smiled at Ralph.

 "Cool!" Ralph sneered. "Do I get to wear them?"

 "Yeah, seein' how  I don't wear undies.. I was  gonna put a load in
 them for you, but.. I never got  a free one... I guess I'm creamin'
 a little  bit now  though.." "I  guess maybe  you are," Ralph said,
 asking for  the shorts as he  finished his food. Ralph  put them on
 and walked into the living room with Ricky.

 I sat  and chatted  with the  other guys.  "They look  like they're
 hitting  it off  well," I  said. "Yeah.  They've been friends since
 fifth grade," said Jeff. "They  just found out about themselves one
 day in P.E. when Ricky had a  hardon looking at Ralph in the locker
 room. He told  me the whole story. This is  how they eventually got
 in trouble there. Dad spanked the shit out of him, and that's where
 Ricky got the thing yesterday about 'preaching about homosexuality'
 when I hung up the phone, remember?

 "Yeah. I remember. Well, if I have any say so in the matter, you'll
 never deal with anything like that again."

 "Oh,  you have  ABSOLUTE say-so  in the  matter, Karl,"  Jeff said.
 "That reminds me of something I  once heard... Jeff, you won't kill
 me if I use your name in something.. different would you?"

 "A signature?"

 "No, a - a joke."

 "No! Go ahead...."

 "Ok," I began,  "this is something I heard years  ago, you may have
 heard it,  then again.. Jeff, Jeff,  he's our leader. He's  the one
 who sucks our peter. For a nickel,  for a dime, he will suck it all
 the time."

 I was applauded and whistled at.

 "Much obliged, much obliged," I  resounded. Ricky stuck his head in
 the door.

 "What was that, I missed it!"

 "Nothing," Jeff said. "I'll tell  you later." Everyone chuckled. We
 left the dinner table. That afternoon,  we all pooled our monies. I
 took mine out of the bank, Jeff, Greg and Paul all took theirs out.
 The total sum was damn near a mil. Ricky whistled. "You can do that
 AGAIN," Jeff  said. "I knew we  had a little, but  I didn't know we
 had that much."

 "It'll have to stretch though," I  added, "but if we can stretch it
 as long as Ricky's dick, we'll be in good shape!" Ricky mused.

 "I want to  try to leave within the next  couple of days, hopefully
 tomorrow," I said, getting approving looks from both Greg and Jeff.
 Ricky was  so happy to  be with Ralph  that he didn't  care. Then I
 thought: Woops. Seven  people. Going to be tight  for space in that
 car. Hmm. Could I get  a trade-in, pawn some furniture.. something,
 get a van? A good van that you could live in? Maybe.

 There are good options these days.  I talked it over with the gang.
 They were  all for it and  would be willing to  wait that one extra
 day if I wanted. Good, I might need it. I want a van. This car is a
 wreck, plus it's too small, especially with the addition of Ralph.

 After spending  all day Monday  running around like  a chicken with
 its head cut off trying to pool our money, sell my furniture, trade
 in my car, etc.,  we drove off the lot with one  of the best vans I
 had seen; it wasn't  as big as a Winnebago or as  small as a Toyota
 mini-van. It was a happy split between them and it was nice inside,
 better yet it wasn't used, it was brand new. The rules were simple.
 The guys would  be able to close the windows  and put up the opaque
 screen if they wanted to get raunchy,  but NO PISSING on the van. I
 think these  guys were smart  enough to know  better, I was  fairly
 certain, but sometimes you just have to say "let's just see if they
 prove you wrong  or not" and control their urges  to dry contact on
 the van. Hell, they knew sperm shots would be okay, just... no pee.
 I told  everyone and  they told  me they  understood. Boom,  end of
 story.

 We got back  to the house about 3  after we had bought the  van and
 let Jeff take  us out to a really nice  place for lunch. We planned
 no  trips  to  the  grocery  store;  just  about  all the necessary
 supplies were  about to run out,  which was just as  well - we were
 planning now to leave tomorrow since I had been so quick to get the
 van, which  would not have been  possible without everyone's morale
 support. What was  so strange about the day was  that, not only was
 everyone  in decent  clothing as  I  was,  but- the  last people  I
 expected to behave in the salesman's office, Ralph and particularly
 Ricky, sat there in the chair  the whole time with his hands folded
 in his lap.  "Damn," I thought. "He can be  so businesslike when he
 wants to be." The only thing he asked about was if it were possible
 to lower  some of the  rear seats to  form a bed-  one of the  main
 things I was interested in and forgot to mention. Shit, he was just
 as smart as I  was, but just wanted to do as I  did, hang on to his
 boyhood for as long as possible.

 As we  got home everyone  stripped, and Ralph  promptly stripped to
 his piss-laden underwear. I sat by him in the sales office, wanting
 to get  as close to  him as possible  so I could  smell it and  the
 salesman  couldn't just  in case  the odor  got- uncontrollable. It
 didn't,  and I  could only  smell it  faintly. Now  the piss in the
 garment  was starting  to reek  a little  as Ricky  took it off for
 Ralph.

 Ralph's basket  had remained soaking in  it and it was  really wet.
 Ricky took the  underwear and took a deep  whiff, asking if anybody
 else wanted some.  Of course they did! The  garment was passed from
 hand to hand all the way around the group of us boys. Jeff and Greg
 were anxious  to add their  own pee to  it, so they  took it in the
 other room and  did as I watched Ricky kneel  in front of Ralph and
 suck him  off. He took a  break once Ralph was  so hard he couldn't
 stand it.

 Ricky stood  up and started licking  every inch of Ralph's  body- I
 had never seen two  boys so young go at it so  intently in my life!
 He  went around  his nipples  with his  tongue, rounding  them very
 softly, Ralph softly embracing Ricky around his back. He moved down
 now, encircling  the belly button,  and dabbling his  tongue in the
 very center of it. Ralph giggled  to which Ricky responded by doing
 it some  more. Cum began  to drip off  the end of  Ralph's dick, so
 Ricky quickly  moved back to  it and sucked  it. He also  got tough
 with his balls, licking the boy's ballsack intently.

 Jeff and Greg came back in, Greg wearing the undergarment which was
 too  small for  him to  say the  least. His  dick and balls pressed
 firmly against  the fly of  them, and it  was easy to  see the piss
 slit and  the head of  it through the  wet fabric, now  more yellow
 than ever, still dripping even into the living room.

 Seeing this, Ricky who was now  sticking his finger up Ralph's ass,
 mentally could take no more restraint;  knowing it was the last day
 to be in this house, to escape its boundaries from this living hell
 to  the promises  for freedom  that lie  ahead, he  pissed all over
 Ralph in earnest  just where he was standing;  he showered Ralph by
 pinching the  head of his  ten-inch cock which  looked more like  a
 man's than  a boy's, lifting  the spray of  piss to almost  ceiling
 level,  coating  the  two  boys  as  the  rest  of  us got into the
 "rainfall". Everyone was opening their mouth, catching drops of dew
 that were falling.  As he ended, I walked over  to Ricky and rubbed
 my hands over  his body. Down his back around  the curvature of his
 spine. He was wet and felt good with the cover of his own urine. He
 was stiffening, but as I allowed  my finger to drift into his anus,
 he went to  an as-hard-as-possible state. I then lay  on my back on
 the  floor, sucking  Ricky as   Ricky continued  to kneel  and suck
 Ralph,  looking up  I could   see the  underside of  Ralph's balls,
 dripping Ricky's pee onto my chest.  All the time I was doing this,
 the others were having a four way and Marty also gave a piss-shower
 in the living room. Today would be it; tomorrow morning we would be
 on the road.

 It was impossible to suck ALL of Ricky, even deep-throating at best
 I did good  to get seven inches  into my mouth. Jeff  swore that he
 had taken it  all at one time; today however  he seemed to bomb out
 at about  eight and a  half. Ricky was  happy to let  anyone try to
 swallow it; after all he was gay and proud of it.

 Hell, who wouldn't  be with four brothers - now  SIX brothers - who
 were also? Hell yeah!

 Ricky even left  Ralph's dick unattended again for  a moment to rim
 his asshole with his tongue- something I found Ricky had never done
 before,  and he  kept looking  to me  for approval  of what  he was
 doing.  "Just like  everything else,"  I told  him, "do  what comes
 natural. Do whatever  you want, you can't hurt  him unless you bite
 something.."

 "Hehe, really?"

 "That's right. But stick your tongue in there too far and you might
 taste shit. Real  shit. If you don't like it,  be careful. Its like
 eating fresh fish; you chew carefully to avoid swallowing a bone.."

 "Yeah, I gotcha. What does shit taste like, anyway?"

 "I  won't say  'you don't  want to  know,' but  if you  like how it
 smells..."

 "Nope, I don't. I can't stand it.."

 "Okay. Consider the taste may be  three or four times that bad, and
 something you can't get rid of as  fast as you can walk away from a
 smell; a taste  you have to either eat something  else or gargle it
 way."

 "Yeah. Thanks."

 He kept rimming  his asshole, got brave and  tasted the inner areas
 of  his hole,  and Ralph  was pre-cumming  again. Indicating  it to
 Ricky, he nodded  in approval and let me go  to his waiting tool to
 suck  him.  Ralph  didn't  care,  in  fact  he  had been wanting to
 interact  with  some  of  the  other  guys  too,  and  while we all
 considered him to  be just a little too young  for us, we felt that
 since  he'd  be   with  us  and  his  sexual   preference  was  now
 unquestionable, we'd "fuck around" with him. Zap! His rod shuttered
 violently and  cum rushed into my  mouth. Gobs of it.  It was all I
 could DO to hold all of his teen cum. Ricky was through rimming and
 pulled away. "How was it?" Ricky asked me, surprised that it wasn't
 the other way around, me asking Ricky.

 "Loved it,"  I said, Ralph's  wad fresh as  a dew melon.  "This was
 different,"  Ricky assured  me, "but  I would  love to  do it again
 sometime." We  cleaned up and sat  around naked for a  while. Ricky
 went to his  suitcase and exposed a copy of  a teen magazine, which
 was called  'Bop'. Some of  these magazines encompassed  male movie
 stars, which may have been  intended moreso for female readers, but
 he was  just as happy  as any girl  would be. He  was a big  fan of
 Corey Haim as was Ricky, as was I. Corey had been in such movies as
 "The Lost  Boys," and "License To  Drive". A lot of  the shots were
 candid and more than a little interesting, particularly if you were
 a teenager and looking for a role model.

 But Ralph now had Ricky as a role model, and he intended to keep it
 that way. "I  don't guess we want to take  anything with us but our
 clothes and personal junk," Jeff said.

 "Right. We can fit 'em under the  last seat. We can leave it folded
 back all the time."

 "I like that  van," Ricky said, who was a  big influence in picking
 the color, a dark mauve.

 "Ricky?" I said.

 "Yeah?"

 "Do you have a license?"

 "Yyyyeah... I just..  never have driven that much.  The last time I
 drove I  saw this really cute  guy walking on the  side of the road
 and I almost got a traffic ticket..."

 Everyone laughed.  "I remember it  well," Marty said.  "It was last
 month and  the guy was  pushing a bike  with his shirt  off, tucked
 into his  jeans. We all drive,  actually, we just.. haven't  done a
 lot of it except for my original three older brothers."

 Good. I knew I could use them on the interstate.

 Now Marty was  tracing around Ricky's tit, as Ricky  had done to me
 yesterday. It really made them stand on end.

 We spend the  rest of the day kinda resting  up. Still, Paul had to
 gang-bang somebody.  Ricky accepted the  invitation, and Paul  shot
 off so much  sperm up Ricky's ass that  a lot of it came  back out.
 "Well, I gotta  take a shit anyway...." Ricky said.  He did too and
 while none of us were into  scat, they were all regularly favorable
 of going to watch someone shit, the shitter would stand up as often
 as possible at the toilet and spread his cheeks to show shit coming
 out. I liked it, it was different  and it showed me that these guys
 literally  did NOTHING  without the  other guys  around, which gave
 their whole relationship the strongest possible sense of sincerity.

 Ricky took a  nice long shit. First you could  see Paul's shit come
 out as it coated the end of  the first turd. It was a short, choppy
 turd. Then came another long, long  turd. It really flunked when it
 hit the  water. Then finally a  few shorter ones. Then  a long slow
 fart.  "Ahhh," he  said and  was hugged  and kissed  by each of his
 brothers as  we all took  turns wiping his  butt. Now, they  didn't
 always  watch each  other, just  once in  a while,  but Ricky  just
 wanted to demonstrate how close they really were to each other.

 Ricky's dick was limp at the moment,  one of the few times it would
 be. He  took it, curved  it around  and  showed us just  how far he
 could stick it backwards up his  asscrack. A long way! He even took
 the  head and  strained it  to get  it just  slightly into his hole
 before his rod started to stiffen and come back out. He was turning
 himself on too  much, as he was turning us  on, too. He couldn't do
 anything else like that as his rod was just too hard.

 The only complaint I had was, the day just went too fast and though
 we knew we had to go to bed  a little earlier that night so we'd be
 all fresh for the road ahead, we  didn't want to. We wanted to stay
 up ALL  NIGHT and make  love. We lay  there in the  bed in the same
 places we  were in the night  before. Just as I  was about to "fall
 off the log,"  Ricky reached over with his  playful hands and began
 playing with mine. Then it went  from that to sucking it. Ralph had
 on his  piss-laden underwear in  the bed to  keep him cool,  and it
 started smelling soooo  good. I commented to Ricky  about it and he
 told me  he liked it too.  He slowly tried to  slide them off Ralph
 without waking him. But Ralph was  still awake because he wanted to
 see the skin show! "Go ahead.. take 'em," he said.

 He  did and  Ricky put  them on  for a  few minutes.  It made Ricky
 hornier because he knew Ralph had worn them and had gotten them all
 hot.. and  steamy, yeah.. so  Ricky's pre-cum jism  started filling
 them. He wasn't aware of it,  it just started and it wouldn't stop.
 After he sucked me dry he took  them back off, laid back down, laid
 the shorts  on his face and  began taking long deep  breaths of it.
 His cream went in his mouth  and mixed with mine. He swallowed some
 and knew what had happened. "Hey, Karl?"

 "Yeah.."

 "Remember yesterday when I first kissed you?"

 "The sperm?"

 "Yeahhhhh.. kiss me now."

 I did. Mmmmmmmmm... he did. He gave  me the load, but then entwined
 me and took  that tongue of his and performed  some magic inside my
 mouth. He brushed  it all around inside, pushing  the sperm down my
 throat and rubbing  his dick between my legs  slowly. This movement
 awoke the others,  and they just lay there  and watched, then began
 doing this  to each other.  When Ricky felt  a little natural  high
 from doing this, he stopped and smiled, his face as red in the glow
 of the nightlight  as it had been yesterday when  he was so hot and
 bothered. He looked  into my eyes, which seemed  to be saying, "you
 fox, do it again." He did, too, just as intensely. I thought, "God,
 if I had just been in HIS SHOES at sixteen..."

 Ricky laid back down with the underwear on his face.

 I joined  Paul,  Jeff  and  Greg  doing  the  same  thing. It was a
 terrific night. I wasn't an elder to  them; I was an equal and that
 was  all that  counted. Jeff   left me  and began  fondling Ricky's
 unsuspecting cock. Ricky  pulled the underwear off his  face to see
 his brother, a  little dazed. "Hey Rick, I  know I haven't really..
 well, messed with  you as much as you'd like.  I promise little boy
 that's gonna change."

 Jeff hadn't either,  not like he'd messed and  mused with his other
 brothers. He had always treated Marty  and Ricky like they were the
 last ones  on the totem  pole, only playing  with them individually
 when the other guys weren't horny.

 Jeff had never  made this commitment before, and  hearing this made
 Ricky's tool stiffen fast. Jeff kissed his littlest natural brother
 with  all the  spirit and  intentions that  he had  ever kissed his
 other brothers with; which matched  or excelled the intent and fury
 that  Ricky and  I had  kissed. Passionately  and forcefully.  Jeff
 pushed Ricky's little  tongue out of the way  and explored the very
 depths of Ricky's  mouth without choking him. He  then took Ricky's
 dick between his  legs, and jerked on it until  he came and shot MY
 OWN cock with his cum. I got it  on my hand and licked it off. Then
 I kissed Jeff, letting him taste it.  Jeff then left Ricky with his
 underwear, exploring my mouth. Before the night was over I had done
 all of this at least once  with all six, which included Ralph. This
 lasted  well  into  the  night,  but  as  we  were  all relaxed and
 listening to a CD of "Muskrat Love" by America, I felt that we were
 all in such a dreamlike state  that it wouldn't affect us tomorrow.
 I was already so  close to these guys that  if anything happened to
 any  one of  them, I'd  rather they  cut off  my left arm..........
 etc,. etc...

 After a restful  sleep, we all awoke pretty much  at the same time,
 it was  just after 8.  We had loaded  suitcases and everything  the
 night before, so... we were pretty much set to go. We were actually
 all NOT looking forward to riding,  but getting there as fast as we
 could once we got on the road because we knew the one driving would
 be in a most agonizing position. Still, we would make it.

 Before we left, I tried something  while we were all still naked. I
 knew Ricky had the biggest dick, so I picked him up, put him on the
 back of my shoulders and let him ride the back of my neck a minute.
 I wanted to see if his dick were  long enough when it were hard, to
 reach my  mouth. I knew  he was light,  anyway. So he  climbed on a
 chair and got  up there. Instantly his hardon  was pressing against
 the back of my head, I could feel it. He guided it down and around,
 past my ear and down to my  face. He could actually wave it so that
 the head was right in my line  of vision! That was wild! God it was
 so big up close, waving it in my  face. I found that if I turned my
 head, he  could get the rod  in my mouth sideways,  but it would be
 poking my jaw  on the other side. It  was too stiff to try  to suck
 because it wouldn't bend at all. Ralph played with his ass while he
 was up there. I looked in  a full-length mirror. God he looked good
 up there  and you could really  see his dick. He  really had a good
 body. He put  his dick back in now  and pissed a long stream  in my
 mouth. I drank every drop and longed  for more. Jeff had more, so I
 let Ricky down and took some  of Jeff's.. I couldn't handle it all,
 although I should've tried anyway.

 Well, we all got dressed and I went into the bathroom and pissed on
 my own underwear before I put it on. Not only was I horny enough to
 do that, but I thought, hell, it might even bring me good luck. I'm
 not  superstitious, but  I just   thought "Ralph  is new,  and he's
 wearin' that  raunchy stuff... maybe it'll  help me if I'm  the one
 behind the wheel for a while just.. keep my cool better because wet
 underwear in the  right situation did.. make me  feel better. Hell,
 it was  a trend. I didn't  particularly want to be  seen, but Ricky
 cracked  the  bathroom  door  open  slightly  because  he had heard
 noises, and he saw me slide  into it. "Damn," he said. "Wasn't sure
 if you liked wearing that shit like that."

 "Yeah.  Once  in  a  while..  when  I'm  not  going  to  any  fancy
 occasions..."

 "Looks.. uh, good on you," Ricky said, lightly musing his own cock.

 "Thanks, I thought it would. Better go get ready..."

 He left, went in with the other boys and told them. Damn, I started
 a trend. Now  everybody wanted to  wet their shorts  and wear them,
 except Ricky and Jeff, who wore jeans but no shorts.

 Thirty minutes later we were on  the road and southbound. I started
 the driving; when I got tired Jeff was going to take it; I promised
 Ricky  I'd let  him take  it  once  we got  way out  the interstate
 because I  wanted to watch  him at first  just to make  sure he was
 going to be the  good driver that I knew that he  would be. Damn my
 wet shorts did feel good; they got  my jeans a little wet but since
 these jeans weren't faded it was kinda hard to tell. Ricky just sat
 there with  his dick out his  jeans, later he pulled  his balls out
 too. "Damn Ricky," Paul said, "you might as well be naked."

 "I know!" Ricky  said. "I'm not gonna do it  though cos we're gonna
 stop in a few minutes to get something to eat."

 "That's  right!" I  said, confirming  what nobody  even bothered to
 tell  him. This  kid was  definitely smart  for 16.  I suddenly had
 feelings  going through  my head  like, "Shit,  he probably doesn't
 NEED more schooling, he probably knows enough NOW to graduate."

 "Ricky!"

 "Yeah?!"

 "Spell  'flagellate'." That  was a  word I  often had  trouble with
 myself.

 "F-L-A...G-E-L-L-A-T-E. Is that it?"

 "That's it!"

 "Wowzers," Jeff said, "he can spell  better than I can," and rubbed
 his hand through Ricky's hair.

 "Yeah...  want me  to do  some algebra?  I got  a "B"  in that last
 quarter...

 "Naah," I  yelled. "Just wanted to  uh... dunno.. heh.. see  if you
 were as smart as I knew you already were."

 "Yeah," Jeff said. "He did really great in school."

 We pulled into  an International House of Pancakes  and went in and
 chowed  down. I  had a  lot of  our money  converted to  Traveler's
 Cheques,  American Express.  The cash  we had  left over  was in  a
 special lockup place  in the van under those  back seats, which was
 hard to get to anyway. Before the  thief even got to the lock, he'd
 be slowed down moving all those suitcases!

 Shit-  on the  road we'd  have to  piss as  everyone else  did.. in
 urinals. Ricky  told me he  wasn't looking forward  to it. Actually
 Ricky was 11  when he enjoyed the art of  pissing on himself in the
 tub, or peeing  in the clear tub water before  he felt "old enough"
 to take showers to see himself yellow the water up.

 The  rest of  the guys  hadn't agreed  on it  until that  day- that
 infamous day when  he couldn't get out of  Marty's ass fast enough.
 Before we left we all went to  pee- Ricky took the urinal beside me
 and halfway  through he "threatened" to  piss on my shoe  - he knew
 better though and just let a little  go on the floor near me. Marty
 and Ralph weren't even doing that..  they were sharing a urinal and
 kept crossing streams, finally pissing  at such an angle that their
 two streams seemed to be as one.

 We had eaten in  Macon and Jeff said he was ready  to drive a while
 if I wanted to give my foot a  rest. Yeah- I wanted to give my foot
 a rest and give my  dick a break! As soon as we  got back in, Ricky
 immediately let his dick and balls back out, finally as I came back
 there he said "fuck this", put up the opaque screens and ripped off
 his  jeans and  shirt. I  sat naked  beside him  also. He  just sat
 there,  looking at  me and  Ralph. Ralph  also got  naked. I wasn't
 really stiff, but Ricky seeing his boyfriend naked next to him made
 him get hard fast.

 This made me and Ralph both get hard. "I hate this, cos if I wanted
 to fuck you I'd have to do it lyin' down," Ricky said to Ralph.

 "Yeah. Why don't we go back there and you just fuck the shit out of
 me?" Ralph suggested.

 They got up  and folded down a couple of  seats. Ricky got out some
 lubricant and greased his pole while  I watched. He got it as slick
 as a  50's haircut. Then  he fucked Ralph  in earnest. I  turned to
 again  face forward.  Greg was   riding shotgun  with Jeff.  It was
 actually a little load off my mind just to be out of town and on to
 something new and more solid. "Yeah, it is," Paul agreed.

 "Have you noticed something?"

 "What's that," I said.

 "Greg and  I are actually twins.  We don't look alike,  but we were
 born on the same day."

 "No, I didn't notice that... you're  right, you have the same color
 eyes, but other than that.."

 "Ain't that right Greg," Paul yelled.

 "Yeah, yeah.. right, right."

 Gregory Fraser hadn't heard a word his brother had said.

 "Whatever you said, it was right."

 I could hear some "ohhh... ohhh's" coming from the back of the van,
 and then an intense, "ow! I feel good!"

 "Did somebody cum back there or something," I said

 "You bet I did," Ricky said.  "I stimulated Ralph until he did too.
 You said my cock was long an' lean bro.. heh..."

 "Yeahhhh.. I did," I said. "An'  you fuck like a bunny rabbit. Wish
 my cock could recover that quick.."

 "I wish  I could too," Jeff  said, looking at us  in the rear view.
 Hmm..  we  were  behind  a  slow-moving  car,  damn buddy the speed
 limit's 55, not 25! "I'm steppin' on it," Jeff informed me. He went
 around the  car, which was  really doing a  little under 50.  As we
 passed, I saw it  was a car full of dudes. I  saw someone turn up a
 Michelob, God I hope it wasn't the driver..

 "Jeff, get on around this guy," I said. "I'm workin' on it.."

 We made it on by and left them  behind. He told me that we just had
 about a quarter of a tank of gas left. Damn, this thing holds about
 22 gallons..  yeah, but still we  better stop soon. Ricky  took the
 hint as he saw  me get dressed again, all but my  shirt. So, he and
 Ralph put on  all but their shirts. Still, now  Ricky took his hand
 and squeezed  my crotch. Then he  felt through the jeans  enough to
 know where my  cock was. He pressed it a  few minutes before we got
 to the Chevron station. He was smiling  the whole time and I had to
 have  another hug.  He did  and we  kissed again.  It seemed  to be
 something I needed more and more.  He was all too willing to comply
 and whether I sensed it or not, he needed it too.

 Bang! That tank of gas cost  us nearly $15! Shit! Talk about liquid
 gold.. but  I knew of  some more liquid  gold that was  free.. just
 waiting for  me to take  and drink of.  I got some  cups out of the
 back of the van while we had  stopped. "Ricky, I want ya to piss in
 this for me. I know I said no  pissing on the van, but.. I meant no
 uncontrollable pissing. This is uh.."

 "For you to drink."

 "Yeah."

 "God, you've become addicted to my pee, Karl."

 "Everyone has," Jeff assured him. We were still about 75 miles from
 the Florida line now. After we  got in Florida, I was contemplating
 letting Ricky drive. He said he would  and he would "try to keep us
 in the same lane unless he switched, and try to keep the van on all
 four tires..."

 Greg took the wheel now while Jeff left the front. He drove as well
 as Jeff. I should hope so! "That cruise control is fantastic," Jeff
 assured me as I told Greg to turn that tape up some- he was playing
 "Animal" by Def  Leppard, one of my favorite  songs, which was also
 Ricky's favorite, appropriately enough, because he was certainly an
 animal -  we all were.  I began  sipping  on the cup  of piss which
 Ricky had filled  about halfway. Mmm.. good smell.  He took a whiff
 and just  sat there with the  wildest smile on his  face like "look
 what good shit I've concocted for you..."

 Hell, he even wanted to sample it first.

 "Good shit," he assured me.

 It was, too, I drank a swallow. Mmmm.. better than it smelled. Bam-
 I took  the rest  of it  in one  draught, not  even stopping  for a
 breath.  "Burp!!" Oh  shit, Ricky  was on  another laughing  binge.
 "Somebody tickle this.. heh. this motherfucker so he'll shut up!!!!
 Aiigghhh!"

 Ralph did. Hard. It was fun watching those two. I tugged at Ralph's
 jeans to where I could smell his raunchy underwear. Yep. It smelled
 good mixed with  Ricky's pee that I just drank.  Ricky and I kissed
 again, long  and hard. Ralph and  I kissed long and  hard too, this
 time he  explored my mouth.  I loved it.  Just then we  crossed the
 Florida line. "Pull over at the  "Welcome Center," I told Greg, "so
 Ricky can take 'er...