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SUMMER DAY PART VII We still couldn't believe we were actually in Clearwater, in a house, isolated from the rest of the world. 24 hours ago it was all any of us could do to dream of this; 7 days ago it was all any of us could do to dream of leaving Georgia, but here we were, loving every second of it. Mr. Tate told us that we had a phone if we needed it, but that it was currently an unlisted, unpublished number. Perfect, that was all we needed to know. Finally we could unwind, rest. The pantry wasn't totally bare, so we could even hold off until tomorrow on going to the grocery store if we wanted. We all stripped down to nothing and laid all of our shorts on top of one another, neatly. Suddenly we felt like we had all gone through a caterpillar-moth transition and were free to do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. The house had central heat and air, but we really didn't think we wanted to use it just yet; we wanted to spend a little time to sweat it out! About all we did was to turn on the ceiling fans and an occillating fan, lie in the center of the floor, and exist, making constant love to each other. One never-ending love affair. Ricky lay across my legs right below my dick, and Ralph lay on my stomach, his head going up and down every time I took a breath.. it was a wild sight! For lack of a stereo, Ricky plugged in his boom box and we just listened to tapes the rest of the night- we were too tired to do too much of anything. Ricky started rubbing my cock slowly after he had noticed my slight hardon- wasn't really wanting to stimulate me, but he was giving it a little attention. Even a little was too much for me and since he was just constantly stroking it without realizing that he was stimulating me (he was looking the other way!)... I shot off. The cum shots bounced back down on him and he goes, "oh geeze.. I didn't realize I was jacking you off, Karl..!" Sure you didn't. I motioned for Ralph to slide further up my chest. Then I stuck my arms under his head and upper back and cradled him in my grasp. He looked up at me, his smile beaming brightly. I withdrew my right hand, took my index finger and moved it around his lips. I bent down and kissed him. He kissed me too, but hard and heavy. He was getting to the point that he was just about a spitting image of Ricky now with his behavior! Ricky took his index finger and carefully poked it into Ralph's navel. He wiggled it around a little in there, and Ralph began to giggle like shit. Ralph took a finger and rammed it up Ricky's asshole. This was the first time Ralph had done that to Ricky. "Like my fuckhole, doncha Ralphy?" Ricky said. "Hell yeah!" Ralph responded. "It's nice as hell in there..." "Well, you can go in there anytime you want," Ricky said, "you don't need an invitation!" "You know Ricky, I sure do like your semen in my mouth too," Ralph retorted. "I know how that goes," said Ricky. "Damn, now no one is wearing underwear anymore so I can't pop any bands!" "This is a fabulous place," said Jeff. "Yeah, I know," said Marty. "This is just what we needed. Hey Ricky, why haven't you called me 'semen breath' lately? I miss that..." "Sure thing, semen breath," said Ricky. "Do you actually like that?" "You bet I do, especially when you say it... you know why I had semen breath doncha Ricky?" "Why's that?" "Because YOU gave it to me!" Ralph rolled up real close to my face. He raised his arm and I could smell his stinch really good under there, strong. He got really close to my nose and just laid there, let me breathe it. His tool was obviously beginning to stiffen, it was stiffening slowly, but then I began to see it actually rise. Ricky was noticing it too. He also noticed me noticing it. "Damn," he told me. "Doncha just love the way you see things like that just... happen in front of your eyes?" as he started to stiffen also. "Wha'?" said Ralph. "Oh," I said, "we were just talkin' about your tool. We kinda saw it.. inflate." "Yeah, it'll do that," Ralph retorted. "I sorta ain't got much control over that right now with you guys around." "Well, I can't say as I blame you," I said. I touched Ralph's tool. It was rock hard. I just took my hand and barely tried to push it down, to the side, it wouldn't budge. Jeff came over now and knelt in front of me, beside Ralph, bent down over his tool and began to suck him. This was the first time I had seen Jeff go into it with Ralph, and it wasn't long before Ralph was shooting everywhere. "Hah! What a show," Ricky said. "Yeah, but it's not as good as yours," said Ralph. You give a dynamite performance." "Thanks, bro," Ricky said, "but yours ain't so bad either!" "Fuck, I love you," Ralph said to Ricky. "I love you too," Ricky responded and gave him a large, deep kiss. I could tell that there were tongues embedded in each other's mouths as this was taking place. The kiss was long and deep and lasted almost three minutes!! Before it was over, Ricky's dick was dribbling cum all over Ralph's body, which was soon buried in Ralph's mouth. Paul tried something different, he located a clothespin, clipped it on the end of his dick, went outside on the porch, and sprayed a stream of piss a good 20 to 30 feet out off of the porch, into the backyard. It was LONG. Again, Ricky came in Ralph's mouth who then proceeded to reach up to my face and kiss me, giving me part of Ricky's load. This was getting to be more and more commonplace, and I certainly wasn't about to order it be stopped! I loved it! "To hell with this idea," Ricky said soon, got up and got the bucket we had pissed in earlier in the day, put it on the back porch, pissed in it, and left it there. It was apparent that he was going to keep adding to it until the bucket was full, either by him alone, or by all of us together. "Good idea," Jeff thought, got up and located a magic marker and some paper, wrote the words, "PISS BUCKET" on the paper, and taped it on the railing above the bucket. Then he added his own pee. "Ricky," I said. "What?" "Do you want us to fill that up, and then just pour it all over you?" "Oh God, you better believe that shit, man.. ooohh.. I can't wait either! It feels so good to be soaked in that shit!" "I know it is." "You know, I would love to just be in a tub of that shit, and just.. stroke my dick until it shot off and my sperm just kind of.. well.. mixed in with it.." "Yeah.. you know what's wild about that?" I said. "What's that?" "When you shot off in it, you'd never find your sperm for all the pee!" "I know! Wild!" "You know what I'd like?" I said. "What?" "I'd like to be in this sleazy as shit room, get pissed all over, and then have everybody fuck me until I was so sore I couldn't sit down for a week." I had held that fantasy back too long. "Well, that can be arranged," Jeff said. "It can?" "Yes! Of course it can. You'd be so full of sperm in your ass you'd be shittin' it back out.. just ask Ricky!" "He's right man. You'd get an assful of cream for sure!" Ricky confirmed. Because I opened my big mouth, they drug me out onto the porch, pissed on me and added what was in the bucket (a good bit) onto me.. I was soaked. Then Jeff put his dick in and fucked me. Must have known I didn't want a lube. Then Paul, Greg, Marty, Ralph, and .. Ricky. Yep.. one time apiece with them without any lube, and I could tell someone had been in there.. ahh! It felt good... and I was dribbling cum out of my asshole some as I walked. Damn I was wet, fucked and.. a little sore! As Jeff hosed down the porch now, Ricky grabbed at my leg as I stood there and clung to me.. like a dog might do. It felt wild, and I just rubbed his head. "I guess I need never worry about being alone again," I said. "No, you never need to worry 'bout that," Ricky said. "Old bro' Ricky and the rest of us will be here, ready, willing, and.. aiming our dicks at your target, ready to fire on your command!" "Sure will!" Ralph added. We cleaned up, went in the bedroom and listened to more tapes as we lie on the bed, talking. "Hey Ricky," Ralph was saying, "I am so fucking glad that you.. well, that you put your hands under my tanky. It seemed like you knew what I needed." "Yeah well.. I thought so anyway. I was just glad that you walked over when you did, because well, we were going through some changes when you did, I mean, finding out about mom and dad and all.." "Sorry about that..." "Well no, don't be sorry man, 'cuz there's not a damn thing you coulda done." "Yeah.. heh.. I know. Do you think it's better now?" "For me or for..?" "For everybody in your family." "Oh, hell yeah. If dad was gay, mom sure needed to know about it. I know I couldn't hide anything like that but hell.. I'd never marry a fish anyway.." "You mean that, Ricky?" I chimed in. "Shit yeah. Women never really have done anything for me. Some of them might be kind to you and all that shit, but I mean, get real! I don't want big tits in MY face, or cunts or none of that junk! An' I sure as shit don't want any baby-making-machines!" "Jesus.. I thought I was the only one that felt that way," I said. "Hell no! We all do," Jeff said. "Let me ask you this, and I'll say 'no' from the beginning before I ask," I said. "Have any of you ever.. been out with a girl before at all?" Everyone said "no". Everyone knew before they had horsed around and gotten into trouble that they didn't want that and that they were unquestionably gay; we were all just having a hard time understanding why their dad had gone so long unnoticed and all. He probably had been seeing other men for years; it was just the one night that Miss Fraser had caught him. We all went into heavy kisses and loving one another. Suddenly, time and space had no meaning... Ricky looked at me. "Damn man, I am in heaven now. I never knew it could get this good." "I didn't either," Jeff commented. I never imagined that things could... end up like this!" I got up and straddled Ricky as he lay on the bed, on his back. I rubbed my hands over his belly, slowly. "What ya want me to do, throw up?" "No! Am I pressing too hard?" "No silly.. I was just kidding. Damn that feels good as shit!" "Well hell bro, you know you've got it any time you want it, now that.. now that we can..." "Yeahhhh... yeah I know. This is.. too much. No no no no.. it's just right... sorry.. please Karl.. you know I like to clown around, right?" "Ricky, we all do, dear one." I massaged his feet and ankles. "Kiss his belly, Karl," Jeff urged. "He loves that..." "Indeed I do," Ricky verified. I did too, long, slow. I worked my way up his chest as his tool was hardening. "Y' know, I may be hard, but.. I'm not horny. I just... seem to be getting hard out of love, not need for stroking it.." "Really?" "Oh, you know it. I'll bet you know what it's like Karl," Ricky said. "I.. I do. I just thought you liked to play with it." "Yeah, but not everytime, nobody does that everytime, but shit man.. I love you and I always will." I fell to the bed beside him and we ended up embracing and kissing. He was sweating heavily again and I tried to get as much off his youthful body as I could, under his arms and all over. He felt wonderful, I felt wonderful, the best I had felt in years. Paul got up and massaged MY ankles. "It's bad when Karl is the only one minding the store," he said. "I need to do my fair share too.." I was stiff from messing with Ricky, but... I too didn't exactly feel like "doing it" just now. But still, Ricky was pre-cumming. It seemed to be something he had no control over. "It is," he told me. "I can't help it... it just gets up there nice an' tall, and drools.. I kinda like it but.. not in public.. I was going to get us a P.O. Box, but in my name, not in theirs. It would be too obvious if.. something came up, which I was sure wouldn't now, but one could only be too careful under the situation. I had gotten in the habit of leaving a computer diary at home, a small file created just to keep up with events, happenings, etc. and it helped me keep my sanity. I even showed them all to the others. They could really relate to my way of thinking and all.. and for the last two years we had lived right down the road from each other and hadn't known shit about the others! Damn! Today I made a small entry into my diary; it read: June 20, 1988 Today we arrived in Clearwater. This seems like a great place and it appears this is where we will be staying. Ricky never ceases to amaze me or the others; he is so adult for his age and takes things like a man. He is so dominant too and takes control often, it was so noticeable on the way down here that his other brothers began treating him more equal than they ever had; perhaps that was partially his parents' fault. I am satisfied with this house, and I am sure that we will continue to be. --End of diary entry. We walked around outside the front of the house, nude.. ahh.. so nice. It was still going to be a few months too before cooler weather set in. Shit it was so warm now out here in the sun that everyone was streaming with sweat! Greg went ape; he walked over to Ricky and began just rubbing his hands all over Ricky's body, wetting them with the sweat which seemed to cloak Ricky's body like a tight three-piece suit. He would take both hands and get them wet, then smear it all over his own face, as Ricky had done many times before. "Want me to stop, so you can suck my cock if you want?" Ricky suggested to Greg. "No, no that's okay Ricky, I'm just.. getting high off your body." "That's not hard to do," I commented. "I know it's not," Jeff said. "Isn't it wild that we can just get high off of being with each other and not some crazy drug or something?" "Sure as hell is," Paul put in. Jeff walked up behind me, drew me near. He stuck his arms under mine and wrapped them around my body. His stiffening dick pressed against the cheeks of my ass. He rubbed his dick up and down between my asscheeks. "Damn Karl, you were right. I would have given anything to be a '60's boy," he said, lovingly. "It represented everything to me that I seem to stand for." "Hey Jeff, don't hog those 60's all to yourself," Ricky said. "I get off on Cream, the Byrds, Hendrix... just like you do." "I know ya do, and I respect that in you. Hell, I do respect you Ricky," Jeff said. Ricky knew it. Ricky knew that Jeff worshipped him and it did make Ricky feel good- there were times when their parents were home then that Jeff would have given anything to be in Ricky's shoes. Like the times he would mow the lawn in his underwear. We stopped, back near the house and spread some towels, we were just going to lay in the sun a few minutes and rest some more as the evening sun was starting to set. It was a nice yard, a nice place. We couldn't have gotten more lucky if we had tried. We couldn't be more relaxed now if we tried. I had a special request.. something that I would kill to see right now. "Ricky?" "What, bro?" "Can.. can you do me a favor?" "Sure! Anything! Name it!" "Stand up a second, and.. thrash that waist around of yours. I just wanna see you flap that long mean pecker of yours around." "Sure but.. I might get a little stiff." "Okay." I got a nice rock nearby. Not really big but, a rock. I was going to persuade Ricky to do something interesting to me in a minute. I was sure he would follow through. He stood up now, thrashing that waist around like crazy, that tool flapping and those balls slapped against the base of his ass with slapping sounds... he was thrashing for all he was worth, back and forth. He knew how to do it. I got close, real close as his tool was already starting to stiffen a little. Damn- I could feel the wind as his cock flashed about six inches from my face every time it would pass. He was loving the shit out of what he was doing and was also turning himself on; everyone was watching him. He was really turning me on, that young body, that beautiful cock.. just bouncing around without a care in the world. Soon he was red-faced and had to quit. I gave him the rock, instructed him to lay beside me and beat that tool on the rock just as he had on the fireplace stones earlier; I wanted him to drive some of that cum out of there and let it just fly onto my body as I lay there. He gladly did as he was told, hot and bothered now. His meat was hard, his face was red, and he was as horny as ever. Ralph stuck his dick up Ricky's butt. Ricky began to bang that cock onto that rock, hard, long. "God that feels good ..." he moaned, and soon was sending streams and spurts of cum my way from the motion of his dick. It started with just little splatters; soon it became long and thick. It wasn't long that he had my lower torso wet. Then he aimed it further up my body. Finally he dropped the rock, Ralph removed his dick and Ricky rolled over onto me, embracing me, allowing his pre-cum to just drool out onto me as he kissed me, tightly. Damn there was no 16-year-old on Earth with this much passion, this much emotion. We went deep within each other's mouths, loving it. He raised up, cum was just rolling out of his dick. You would think the bastard was really cumming.. but it was just that intense, our love, everyone's love here. Martin Ray Fraser was intensely investigating Ricky's actions as Ralph was trying to head him off at the pass; Ralph wanted a piece of Marty and even Marty's cock was drooling a little. Marty gave it to Ralph, who sucked it dry, licked the head of that cock until it gleamed in the sunlight. Carressed Marty's balls until they drew so tight next to his body that he couldn't stand it. "Marty," Ralph said, "I want your balls as close to my body as they are to yours." Marty wedged closer to Ralph and moved his cock out of the way; their balls were touching. Marty took his balls and Ralph's balls and rubbed them together in his hand, which felt good to say the least. There was an intense love here, and it was never going to die. "Ralph, suck my weenie some more," Marty said. "Sure Marty. I want your hot load." "Well, you've got it man. It's waiting for you." And Ralph sucked him off. It didn't take long. I let Ricky fuck me now, now that he was all steamed up. "Karl, I just can't take it anymore..." "Well you know what I want you to do?" "What?" "I want to you literally fuck my brains out." "That's not hard to do." "Yeah but.. use your whole cock. I wanna feel it." "No sweat! I'd love to!" Ahhhhh.. he was in there. This time he.. had coated his tool with ChapStick, of all things. Cherry ChapStick. It felt good. I swear it took him all of thirty seconds to cum, and he WAS using that whole rod. He wasn't afraid to, anymore. He felt sooo good in there too. Now I remembered just how long and lean he had felt in my bed in Smyrna, all those miles ago. Nothing was lost; everything was gained by moving down here. All we had literally done was put some pavement behind us, and while we could tell it, we knew tomorrow we would all feel like new people. We all made deep, passionate love, lay in the sun a little longer, making sure our dicks got a fair share of the sun. Then we went to clean up. Jeff and I prepared supper- I wasn't aware that Jeff was so good in the kitchen. He informed me that he was an ace in Home Economics and came in at the top of his class. We had enough in the pantry to probably even stretch beyond tomorrow, but we still had some essentials that we.. wanted to add so we would make an honest effort to go. Our supper consisted of macaroni and cheese, hot dogs, potato chips, all the Coke we wanted.. and beer for those that wanted it. Ricky liked the taste of beer but.. he wasn't addicted, hell, none of us were! Shit, who would object to a little every now and then? Still, it was a marvelous supper and we were all full when we got up. At "home," Ricky had never given the first shit about going to the grocery store or the shopping mall with his mother. Yet, he admitted that if -I- went ANYWHERE, now he wanted to be with me. Even if it were the grocery store. It was just what I wanted, but I felt that now, everywhere I went, I would have this cute little puppy following me everywhere. Actually, six cute little puppies. But Ricky.. somehow he couldn't let me out of his sight! I mean, I walk around outside the house to check the plumbing where it goes into the ground.. three minutes later I hear this, "Where's Karl, Jeff?".. Jeff tells him, and... less than thirty seconds later, Ricky is shadowing me, watching my every move. Some people might get pissed, but... not I. I think if I had told him I were, he would leave well enough alone. But still, our thinking was so much on the same wavelength that.. it really didn't matter. Something the others didn't see that I was suddenly eyeing, as the last item I pulled of my own from the van was- a set of golf clubs. "You... you play golf?" Ricky stuttered. "When I feel like it," I said. "God knows I probably won't feel like it right away, but.. I sure as shit didn't want to leave these babies behind..." "I know that's right," Marty said, pulling out his set of Ben Hogans. SHIT! NOOOO! This is going too far! Why was it everything I pulled out of that van so far, they had reached into their magic hat and stunned the hell out of me? "Darby Hills Country Club, Windy Hill Road," Marty said. "Me too. Never saw you on the course." "Wasn't, much. I caddied over the last summer. Didn't make a lot. Saw some cute guys with what had to be big... dicks." "I heard that." We put our golf bags in the tool shed. It was a nice tool shed; there was enough room in there for about four people to "do it" with plenty of fuckspace; but then that showed how dirty my mind really was. There was actually room in there now with all the equipment to place a cot (maybe that's why there was a cot already in there).. It was getting a little dark so we went back into the house now and all just went straight for the bed- no point in showering again or anything. Now that we were STARTING to feel a little settled, I thought there might be all kinds of shit discussed over this rest tonight, between the time we hit the pillows until we went on our merry ways in dreamland. I couldn't have been more right. Now that we were here, this would probably be the best night we had spent together, yet. All the nights of doing without motel rooms had met their match. Ricky turned on his box low, to provide quiet tones in the atmosphere. It was a good night, we had the windows open, and the night sky was starting to suggest a few thunderclouds. Our bucket of piss had again been reinstated and was placed in the bathroom. We were all eager to see just how long it took us to "fill it to the rim with Brim," but we knew the way we pissed it wouldn't take long...not with seven people! I knew personally that I pissed enough every morning to fill a nice sized tumbler.. Now, laying on the bed, we all began to talk. "Are we all nice and comfy?" I started. "HELL YEAH," everyone resounded loudly, which seemed to vibrate the whole bed. "What did you say? I couldn't quite hear that..." "HELL YEAH!!!!" "That's better." "You guys.. never had any pets did you?" "No," Jeff said. "We really didn't want it." "Oh.. good," I said. "Why you ask," Jeff said. "Just out of curiousity. Didn't know if you had ever had any dogs or cats or whatnot..." "Now, dad use to have a dog," Ricky said, "but he sold it because mom was allergic to the damn things." "Oh yeah... I forgot," Jeff said. "We.. never really have been into loving animals." "Does that go deeper than it sounds?" I asked. "Uh.. I think I know what you mean, Karl.. I really do. No, if you're talking, bestiality...?" "Hot damn! Give.. give this man a raise!" "Were you ever into that, Karl?" "No way man.. I've heard of people doing it, but.. I couldn't screw a pooch.." Everyone laughed. "We couldn't either," Ricky assured me. "I'll screw the shit outta a guy, but not a dog! How can a dog get someone horny?" "Well, my guess is that it doesn't, they just use his ass as a fuckhole.. and from what I can imagine, the dog probably isn't very receptive!" Greg added. "Try gettin' a hold of a pit bull!" Jeff said. "That's not even funny... dunno why I said that.." "Y' ever seen a dog's penis?" Ralph said. Ralph was getting more and more into this crowd everyday... "Ralph?!" Ricky said, as if to suggest "that's absurd!" "Well, haveya? Some of those things are big as shit! I saw one once on the street when the sucker pissed on a lamppost!" "Did he piss on ya?" said Ricky. "No! I don't want doggie pee..." "Just joshing, Ralph.. don't get your undies in a tangle.." "What undies? I don't wear undies!" "Well... the undies that you don't wear!" Paul got up to go use the piss bucket. Damn, you could hear it slap that plastic. Jeff, Marty and Ricky got up and all pissed in it at the same time; I was right behind them. It sounded like a fucking waterfall going into it there was so much pee! We all went back to the bed; the storms were drawing closer and we could see lightning in the distance as it added a little light to the room, above the nightlight which cast it's glow over our faces. Damn the nights when I was a kid that I drempt of having this many people in bed; any one of them would have easily sufficed, but to have them ALL.. Damn, Ricky started up again. "Then there was the night I was peeping on a neighbor." "Who? Who?" Jeff said. "Gary.. Gary Woodrow." "Ahh..." Gary Woodrow was Ricky's age. They had a few classes together, but Ricky was sure Gary was a fish lover. "I watched him late one night, after everyone in my house was asleep. Jeff, you knew I could successfully get out that bedroom window..." "Yeah.. yeah I did but I never knew you did it, you lucky guy. Was.. was this the only time you went out?" "No, no it wasn't. But this night.. I saw some skin.. and more than just a little," Ricky continued. "Gary was really tan too. Good looking guy, I'd see him a lot in the halls talking to this one girl, Jennifer. Anyway I never saw that, I mean, I pretended I didn't just for my sake. He was in his summer clothes, a yellowish tank top, black shorts, and he was ready to go to bed, right?" "Right.." "Well, he literally RIPS off that tank top, and I could see those nipples towering.. knew he was probably horny.. loses those shorts, took them off with one hand, which he had grabbed at the crotch..." "Shit!" "Yeah, this is for real, man! Never told you because.. I didn't want mom to find out I had an escape route.." "Yeah... yeah.." "Yeah. Took those shorts and just left them on the floor. Wore jockey underwear, and he was a little plump, man that tan plump... mmmm.. looked good as shit.. you know, with that underwear around it? Yeah... his stomach was tan and well, it looked good for a plump stomach.." "Wild!" "More than wild, a fucking dream! Slapped that stomach a few times, and.. vibrated his underwear off, just like I did my Jams back at the house. No shit, stood there maybe five minutes intensely shaking and obviously loving it... worked himself a hardon... let his jockeys fall to the floor. And then.. his dick..." "Big?" "Not real big, but.. thick! Round!" "A real butt plug?" "Yeah.. big slit too. He got some picture of some fish and started looking at it, began stroking his meat on the edge of his bed, full view of me." "Never saw you?" "Couldn't! I was in the dark; he had a light on. May as well have had a one-way mirror up." "Nice balls. Hairy as all shit, too. Soon he was firing at the wall, some hit the window in front of me.. it was a nice sized load.. he got up, cut off the light, went to sleep." "Awesome!" Jeff said. "Indeed it was," Ricky said. Ricky never ceased to amaze everyone in this family. This story had already caused half of us to jism and the other half were about to. "Damn Ricky, I have to admit that was a good one," I said. "Yeah well, when I was at home I got around. I had to, my parents stayed under my skin all the time." I eased out of the bed.. I wanted to try something just for the hell of it. I went over to our pile of shorts, sifted through them and located Ricky's. Put them on; they fit! Damn.. just as I had suspected... Richard had them large on purpose... so his peter could be quickly within sight at will. "That's why it was so easy for me to "slip out" of them at home.. remember?" "Yeah I remember..." "Do ya want me to give you another show like that? I will, ya know..." "Yeahhhhh," I said, gayly. He walked over and took them from me. They weren't THAT loose on him, but they certainly weren't tight. I got back on the bed; he stood beside me on the floor. Hell, I wanted to be close, I couldn't take it so I had him back up, I knelt in front of him, he began vibrating those hips like he was fucking the shit out of somebody. Five-six-seven times and they were down to almost dick level and you could see that crotch hair.. nine-ten-eleven-twelve.. fifteen.. over that hardening dick.. drew his legs closer together and wiggled them like noodles.. and the Jams were on the floor after fifteen fucks and he walked away from them, cramming his cock in my mouth. "Quick, huh? Now let me do it to Ralphy's shorts, and I better hit the sack.." He did, and he was out of them just about as quick. Ralph's were a little tighter, but once he was over his dick, he was homebound. He spent the rest of the night, until he finally passed out, rubbing his young hands tenderly over my chest, including my nipples. Jeff joined him at rubbing me, and Ralph rubbed me "below the belt." But none of them rubbed me the wrong way. I wasn't totally satisfied JUST yet... Iwas personally curious about something and slowly got out of bed. Only Jeff was stirring. "Whatcha doing?" he whispered. "Just... checkin' something right quick." I walked over to Ricky's shorts, felt of them around the.. yeah. They were wet. He had creamed in there.. hot damn. What was this kid's magic formula? I wanted the recipe! There was actually enough in there to wipe on my hand.. Jeff saw what I was doing. "Ohhh.. cool. Yeah.. Ricky will do that. Lately, anything at home of Ricky's that I would touch would.. have cum on it, either dry or.. sticky. Gets me horny quick." I eased back over to the bed. I was going to go on a bedside fact-finding mission. I lay on the bed right at Ricky's dick level and watched his slit intently. If even a drop came out of there tonight, I would know.. about it.. yes, there he went for Chrissake! Already.. a drop was forming and.. for a few seconds there was a pulse and some came out onto the bed sheets. Almost like a fine trickle of pee. There...again! Shit.. what was going on inside his head? Was Ralph molesting him again? God was he grinning! I was able to lay there and watch him for about thirty minutes. Everyone else was asleep- I reached over and put my hand on the spot where he was.. shooting a bit still.. and it was wet, definitely wet.. wet enough to coat my chest.. and I wiped it on my chest. Sticky, gooey and I was hot. Just then Ricky reached down for his dick, even in his sleep. He caught himself, woke up and as he was too tired, went back to sleep. Somehow I woke up at about 5:15.. I looked at my watch. I must have been sleeping lightly for some reason. Something told me to check the area under Ricky's dick again- he had NOT turned over or anything and so.. well.. the area was damn SOAKED... and the expression currently on his face was NOT mistakable. Morning came. It seemed like it took me forever to fall asleep, as it did the first night I was with this family. This was one long night, but Jeff shared in my insomnia, just a little. It was after eight and we all awoke just about all together; one stirring usually awoke the rest. "What were you dreaming about last night," I coaxed Ricky. "Well, would you believe, one long love affair with Ralph?? As in like, kiss after kiss? It was so intense..." "... that you creamed and creamed the bedsheets," I finished. "I did?" "You bet your ass... it was wicked as shit!" "Hot damn! No wonder I.. woke up and reached for my hot little peter..." "I saw that. That was really wild." We all went and pissed in the bucket, taking turns.. yep, we had it... about a third full as we all finished totally "draining our weiners." Hot damn, it wouldn't take much more of this. I produced a second five-gallon bucket. "What's that for?" Ricky questioned. "Well, what we might try is this.. I have a couple more of these too.. lets.. piss in these till they're all full. Then we.. stop up the drain in the tub, pour it all over some lucky bastard. Hopefully it will be at least close to filling the tub. And... this will free up the tub for regular showers until we.. have enough to do what we want!" "Hot shit! That's a good idea," Ricky aggreed. So did everyone else. Once it was in there, we'd leave it for like a day or so so everyone would get a chance to.. do whatever they wanted. What a vision.. and we all shared it. We all went into the living room. "Karl, I'll be more than willing to help if you wanna like, totally finish unloading the van today," Ricky commented. "Hell, I know we all will," Marty added, feeling Ricky's stiffening prick. "Sure!" I said. "All I have left is that stereo equipment. It'll be quick and easy." "That's not all that's quick and easy," Jeff commented. "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Ricky. "Your.. cum shots are about the quickest and easiest things I've seen you do," Jeff joked. But the context of what he said was very serious. I slipped off into the bedroom and walked out carrying the underwear that Ricky had had so cum-coated in the past. "Hot damn," he told me, "do you know now that I think about it, that was actually the last pair of underwear I ever wore?" "Naah, I didn't know that," I said, feeling the rough fabric, rough from all the shots. "I swear dude," he said, "now that I don't wear underwear, I cum in bigger shots 'cuz there's nothing to cut off the circulation..." Upon feeling this fabric, it seemed to me that there was no way in hell that the fabric could absorb any more cum. I asked Ricky if he had any idea how many loads he had shot into that pair, to which he replied, "Oh, seventy or eighty big loads. I never really thought that I could add any more, it's so hard it probably would fall apart if you.. did much else to it. Still, I might.. eventually try adding more to it." This was causing us all to stiffen. Ralph cracked up, "can I add some more to it, too?" "Of course you can!" Ricky said. "Anybody else?" "Well, it kinda might be neat Ricky," Paul said, "if you were the oldest one to do anything to them. It.. might have an impact on us when we handle it, or something." "Yeah.... sure dude.." Ricky put the underwear on. He was going to pre-cum in them. "Ricky, duuude," I said. "Yeah man, what's up cat?" "Come here man, I wanna see something," I said, purringly. "What's that?" he whined, approaching. "Let that underwear down just a minute, I wanna see something.." I was getting more horny all the time. Soon I would have to be fucked, I could tell it. Ricky dropped his drawers and I took his hard shaft and pointed it straight up. It fell about an inch above his navel. "Wild," I said, "just wanted to see where that.. thang came to on you.." "Yeah," he remarked, "I like to do that too.. Ralphy's comes right under his belly button... gets me horny too to see how far up a dude can get his dick.." I told him to pull his underwear back up- he had already started to erupt a little cum onto my hand. I promptly licked it off. He did, and while Jeff and I fixed a nice hot breakfast, I think Ricky wanted to see just how much more cum he could put in there. "See Karl," he said, demonstrating that he could easily stick most of the head of his dick out the elastic of the underwear.. and without lowering it at all! He fixed it now so that it was straight out in front, you could see the piss slit and the head very well because of the enormous size. It also really caused his elastic legs to protrude outward. As we were just about through preparing the food, I let Jeff finish up and I walked over to Ricky, put my hands on his shoulders, rubbed his body slowly, really slowly. Rubbed his back just as slow, going over every inch of it. I had really caused some action in the genital department; he was really emitting some semen now, smiling, grinning at me. We kissed, hugged. Got the front so soaked now it was running down his leg. He caught it and rubbed it into his underwear. I kissed everyone else, we were all very horny but.. we put everything on hold until we had a nice meal. Paul kept looking next to him at Ricky just about every time he took a bite of food. "What is it?" Ricky said. "I was just noticing," Paul said as he put his finger on Ricky's tit, "how cute your little titties are, Ricky! Damn!" "Ewww!" said Ricky, as I could tell he was holding his breath. He looked like a baby trying to hold back a shit before it could get to a bathroom. About that time, I heard something that sounded like pee hit the floor. "What was that?" I asked. "That was.. sperm," Ricky said. "My underwear is soaked and I am so hot I could scream..." "Please do scream," I invited. He screamed low, rather like yelping.. you could tell his pubic period was over because there weren't any high notes. Ralph, who was sitting to his right, began rubbing his leg under the table as Ricky munched on bacon. Splat! There was another squirt on the floor. Ricky got up, slipped off the underwear which WAS soaked, and laid it over his dick, so he could start wetting the backside now. This was probably as much as he had creamed in the van on the way over. Maybe more. I bent down, rubbed my hand across the floor. Semen. Yeah.. Ricky's semen. All the way across the floor. And he hadn't even been playing with it. We were finishing up now, I think we were all about so horny we couldn't stand it. We rinsed off our dishes and put them in the automatic dishwasher. "Okay, Karl," Ricky said before I even said a word, "you can feel my underwear if ya want." God did I ever. It was soaked as I knew it would be. I just felt with a finger because we all wanted it to dry and get hard again; there were some big globs of cum in there. "Karl?" "Huh?" "Want me to uh.. fuck the living shit out of you?" Ricky asked. "Only if you'll fuck Ralph next." "Hell, I could fuck all six of your asses in a row!" "Do it!" Jeff persuaded. And he started in on me. Did it ever feel good. He fucked me dry, he wanted to start off that way, at least with me. I felt the little sticky of his pre-cum, I could also feel his balls as they pressed against the cheeks of my ass. Damn.. it was good. When he came, he exploded shot after shot in my ass, and as before, pulled out still shooting. I took his rod in my hand and stroked every possible shot out of it.. his ballsack was soaked, and so was he. He kissed and hugged me tightly several minutes, then moved on to Ralph. He certainly gave Ralph equal time and treatment. When Ricky got through, Ralph wanted Ricky to piss a little up his ass, he had never had it pissed up and wanted to see how it felt. Hell, Ricky had some pee left from the morning and gave him a little. "Feels real good," Ralph said, but soon found himself wanting to go shit it out. We all went to watch. What a show! Jeff was next, and he alternated oldest then youngest until he got to Greg. He was still going just as strong when he got to Greg as he was when he started with me. All those sperm shots and I seemed to feel that he probably still had more in his body than I did right now. Ricky was all sweaty and dirty now, but we all kissed and hugged him, he smelled so good. We showered and Ricky washed his hair; Jeff got some things and cut Ricky's hair like his own- long as hell in back and short, sort of in bangs at the front. Damn Jeff.. you could make some money that way.