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TRASHY My name is Tony. I am seventeen, and I have a brother, Greg.. he just turned thirteen. Well, I dunno, I guess I'm usually Mr. Macho around him, I can't help it; it's just that for so long I was afraid to act too gay around him for whatever reason - you know, he'd start messing with the wrong guys, get a broken nose.. that kinda thing. I guess maybe I was just lookin' out for him. I couldn't help myself today. The dude was sitting in there eating a hot dog at the kitchen table, and I was going to tell him about this skate contest next weekend over at Bruno's Skate Park. Well, I had just gotten done taking a wicked piss, and hell, I was half-hard from just thinking about Greg, the way I get sometimes. I jack off thinking about my little brother, and he doesn't even know it... Anyways, I piss and then I was so excited about talking to Greg, I had just gotten home from soccer practice, and I forgot to zip up my jeans. Well, this one dude, Hank, that I play soccer with, he excites me too. I've seen him naked a few times and he's got a beautiful rod. But anyway - Greg could see my penis inside my jeans because I don't ever wear underwear. He smiled, but he didn't say anything at first. I sat down and I knew my rod was getting harder, because Greg looked so cute now in his hot shorts and his cool tank top. Although my cock was in free space now because it had found my fly open and made use of the opening rather quickly, I felt natural because I knew at the same time I wasn't hurting like I usually did when I got hard; I got hard a lot around my brother - and I'll bet you now that he probably knew all along that I did. Only today, he could be certain of it. Greg kept peeking under the table, looking at me, once he dropped his napkin on purpose just so he could get a look. Hell, mom wasn't home from work yet, so it really didn't matter that he waited almost ten minutes before he finally whipped his out too. I swear I wasn't expecting it. It was out, it was hard, and then I diverted attention to mine which only then had I discovered that I left out. "Damn.. sorry dude.." I offered, starting to zip it up. "That's okay.. you can leave it out if you want to.." He was a number of years younger than me, but often times I had let him get the upper hand just so there wouldn't be so much tension between us. Still, I thought a second, and said, "okay Greg. But onlyif you'll leave yours out too..." "Sure!" he quickly responded. "You know, it's funny," he cracked, "I never really.. get to see your dick much. Why?" I really didn't have an answer. I wanted to tell him, "well, boys just don't go around showing other boys their private parts.." but I couldn't. I wasn't going to be that way now that he had seen me like this, probably hard for the first time. It came out, "well, you can see as much of it as you want, little brother," since he had seemed to be so open, I just took the jeans off. I was naked at the removal of my Def Leppard T-shirt. Greg grinned; he stood up and took all his clothes off too. His brown skin shown brightly against his white underwear as he took it off. "That's cool," I cracked, "I don't.. really wear underwear anymore.." "Cool! Maybe I won't either!" Fuck, I was influencing him here and now like I never had before, so it seemed. I felt now we could do anything. I rinsed his plate and put it in the dishwasher. We went into my room and sat on my bed. "You like bein' naked?" I asked. "Yeah! I do around you," he said, "if you'll let me.." "Sure. You got a cool dick," I said, reaching down now and touching it. "Yeah?" he said, his long light brown bangs in front practically hiding his eyes, and so long in back it went nearly halfway down his back. "Thanks!" He had a small patch of pubes around it too. I felt of it. "Feels cool, doesn't it?" he asked, as suddenly I felt like his body was mine. Funny.. he didn't resist me doing this at all. In fact, he wouldn't stop smiling. Sure we had done a lot of things together before, all brothers do, but nothing like this. The one thing, it seemed that I thought we would never experience together - and we had just started on the road to it. I continued to feel his pubes as his pole started to rise. Ahhh, I was totally relaxed. "When did you get your hair down here?" I asked. "About three months ago," he said. "It was kinda scary.. you know.. wasn't ready for it. Got some around my balls, too. I got that first.. feel it if ya want.." I did. Mmm.. so soft. I caressed my brother's ballsack because it was so soft, and I looked up and he was just smiling at me. "Are you in any hurry?" I asked Greg, as he was usually wanting to go somewhere. "Hm.. no man.. in fact, I have all day really since I don't have any homework." "Really?" "Yeah man. Do anything you want," he re-emphasized. His dick was hard. "Hmm.. has little brother ever jacked off his dick before?" "Yeah.. been doing that since I was about five, I think. When did you start?" "Heh! When I was about five!" "Cool!" I felt of the little hairs at their endings around his balls. His dick was drooling a little bit. "Now I got an even grosser question.." I said. "Fire away, man!" he said, as he cut a fart. We both laughed at that. Then he cut another real long one. It made us both get up and head towards the door. "Damn man.. any other time I'd.. chew you up one side and down the other for it," I said. "But now I think it's awesome." "No you wouldn't," he said, you'd just throw pillows and shit at me to get me out of your room!" "Oh yeah..." and I did that before. I sniffed around his asshole. "You.. don't mind me doing this?!" I questioned. "No! Your little brother is a faggot!" he uttered. I stopped and looked at him. He grinned. I grinned back. "Your.. older brother is a faggot too!" "No SHIT?! I thought you were a girl-chaser!" Greg said very forwardly. "Hell no! Never! No way!" "Heh.. well," he said, leading me to HIS room and closing and locking his door behind me, "welcome to my parlor!" AND THE SON-OF-A-BITCH had more porn magazines than I ever dreamed of. Sure, I had a few, but he had.. Gads! The safe he had wanted last Christmas.. CHRIST! Now I knew why he wanted it! It was FULL of gay porn. He poked a tape in his VCR - RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A FUCK SCENE. My jaws dropped. "How - How long have you been gay?" I asked, breathtaken. "I've kinda admitted it since I was ten, man.. really. Dude, you ever stick shit up your ass?" HE was asking ME this crap. "Yeah.." I admitted. "Well, I mean, what all have you done before?" now that I knew my brother was evidently no novice. He cut off the tapes, closed the safe. He turned on a single blue light and pointed it at his bed, and drew the drapes. He lay on his unmade bed on his back and spread his legs as wide apart as the matress itself. His penis was pointing straight up. He looked more inviting than a swimming pool on a hot summer's day. I was hard; I approached the edge of his bed and he grabbed for my peter, stroked it a few times. "Welcome to the club, bro," he said. "Oh.. you wanted to know what I had done before. Relax, you're all tense. No, I've never gotten into drugs. I know better. Booze either. Shit man, I'm just thirteen." "Yeah, I know.. but you act like a man.." I said. "Yeah.." he smiled, "here's your man, right here.." he said as he groped his lower parts. I got on the bed. "Bet you've been sucked before too.." "You know George Dayton?" "Yeah.." I said. "Now, you talk about gay orgies..." Yeah. Figures. He gets all the dudes. I hadn't gotten SHIT since I'd been in school really. "Hop up a second," he says, so I slide off his bed. He starts ripping off the sheets, and the padding. He gets back on the bed now, there's nothing there but a plastic mattress cover. "What's that all about?" I asked. He cuts another fart. "Damn.. all that gas.." he said, cutting another. "You can get back on the bed if you want," he offered, "but you might get a little wet." "What?" "Wet," he said, starting to piss on his body. "Want some?" "Yeah, sure," I managed to say. He directed his flow onto me, getting some in my mouth, etc. God, was this Gregory or was this someone he KNEW that LOOKED like him? Shee! He was into watersports. Interesting, because I was too. Well.. yeah, pissing on the rubber cover wouldn't hurt the mattress, I don't guess.. unless it had a leak. He had pissed a hell of a lot though. I tasted some of my brother's piss, it was interesting. Man, how could I help but allow this behavior to go on with him, because I was so into it myself! He was soaked head to foot and kept rubbing pee in his face. "Fuck! This shit is awesome!" I climbed up and straddled his body. "You know what else is awesome?" I said. "What man?" "More... piss," I said, pissing on his body. "Hot damn man! That's wild!" wagging my nice fat weenie around, I managed to almost match what he had put out. He was really soaked and it was dripping out of his hair into his face and shit. He was licking some of it too. Then I figured it was time to compare notes since we were doing so many things alike already. "If you're like me," I started, "you like to lay here after this and getcha rocks off. Are you pumping juice yet?" "Hell yeah man!" he answered. "I've been pumping sperm since I had hair on my balls!" "Wow! Big loads?" "Yeah.. pretty big.. guess about.. a tablespoon or two at a time.." "Fuck baby.. pump that shit down my throat.." shit. If my brother was going to set the tone of the place, I was going to play along.. He inserted it in my mouth as I got close and began to suck his wet salty piss-laden cock. Hell, I coated it some more with piss and sucked it again. It was wild. "Want me to rub some on your face while you suck?" he offered. "Yeah.." "Okay, I'll do it til I can't stand it anymore..." and he started running cupped handfuls of piss in my face, and down the back of my neck. Figuring he was pretty advanced, I took a finger now and managed to get it into his asshole. "Whoa, fuck!" he said. "Awesome as hell!" Yeah. He had been fucked. Soon the jism did pour; and it seemed like more than any two tablespoons. It filled my mouth. "Kiss me," he offered now, as he nursed his throbbing rod. Hell, I did. This was the first time we had ever kissed, either. We had hugged, but it had had far less passion behind it than ANY of this. He sucked some of his cream out of my jaws, tasting it. "Mmm. I put out some good shit, huh?" "Yeah! Hell yeah!" we Frenched again. It was great. He ran his hands now all over my body, getting to know mine as I had gotten to know his. He rolled over now and spread his asscheeks. "Fuck me," he pleaded. "Been fucked before?" "Yeah! Lots! It's incredible!" I entered his tight ass. It was tight. "Oooo!" he moaned. "You got a BIG dick, Tony.. heheh.." I had the full length of my shaft in there now. I kissed him on the back of the head. Even his asscheeks now had some fine thin hairs on them. I ran my hands over them as I straddled him. "Feels good, doesn't it?" I boasted. "It sure as hell does! Man, you are.. awesome." I wiggled my dick in and out some now. "Oooo.. babei!" he moaned. Soon I fucked him in earnest. All he could say was "Fuck me raw.. fuck.. me raw..." over and over. As I filled him with my juices, I felt of his cute little tits. We rubbed or legs together and played "footsies" as my dick shrank slowly inside him. "Oh, you are so cool, brother!" he kept saying. "Yeah, betcha didn't know I had it in me." "You're right, I didn't!" he said. Now he rolled over on his back and did his hands up close to his chest like dog paws. "Here I am," he said, "do something else with me if you want. Smooch!" and he kissed me on the end of the nose. He just laid there. I felt his titties. "Oh such cool nipples," I raved. "Yeah, they are.. hehe.. George plays with 'em too.." "Can I meet George? I mean, how old is he?" "George is fifteen. Yeah, I can call him and we can go over." "Man, bet he's got lots of porn if he gave you all this.." "Yeah.. he gets it DIRECT MAIL-ORDER.." "How?" "Claims to be twenty-six on all the orders. Hehe.." "Cool!" "We'll have to piss like this again sometime." "Yeah.. I know.. this is cool shit!" "I love you, Greg." "I love you too, Tony... hehe.. let's clean up this shit and go shower." We did. I washed his body all over. It was wild. He was eating all this up of my doing this as much as I was doing it to him. Then as the water fell all over his body, he soaped me up! He was really fantastic.. straining, he even got the top of my back. God.. He was hard again. "Shit man," he said, "now that I've found out about you I just can't leave you alone." "How do you think I feel about you?" I opted. "The same?" "Yes! I want your body, little brother!" To hell with how I was "supposed" to act. This was the real Tony Gillespie now. I picked him up and carried him out. He was heavy, but I managed. "I want your body too, Tony. Royally. Let's get dressed and we'll go see Georgie boy.." I lugged him into his room. We replaced the clean mattress cover, pad and sheets. He looked me right in the eye as he placed his pillow at the head of his bed. "Tony? Big question?" "Yeah?" I said. He paused. "Uh.. move in with me, in one room?" "I would but.. would mom allow it?" "Sure! She doesn't have to know about our SHIT! You know that.." "I know.. you got it," I promised. "I'll start tomorrow, moving.." "Damn man.. heh.. do you KNOW how many nights I could have used you UNDER THE COVERS?" "Believe me, you're NOT alone.." I echoed. I looked at him. He was wiggling around a slightly stiff weenie, even now. "Can't you leave that thing alone?" I asked, smiling. "Heh.. no, not really.." "Betcha can't get it all the way hard," I boasted as I picked out some clothes for him to wear, at his request. Holding a pair of jockey shorts he had worn, he sniffed the crotch deeply, and let out his breath drawing attention to what he had done. He grasped his pole again. "Look at it NOW," he noted. It was fully hard. "Damn," I said. "Put on that underwear and let me see you in it," I whimpered. He did; it way out in front and as he now flailed his waist around, you could see the head of his dick trying to brush the cloth. He removed the underwear now and put on the shorts. "Ooo. Couldn't stand any more of that," he moaned. "I'd have had to get off. I might even have humped YOU..." He picked up the phone and dialed George as I rubbed his bare chest from behind him. I put on some shorts too. He then put on some knee high white tube socks and a pair of Reeboks and went without a shirt. I did too. He kept wanting me to feel his tits, even as I tried to drive my blue Mustang. George waited for us with.. an empty house! How had he managed that? "Everybody's over at my sister's," he said, sounding very horny, answering the door naked. He was about six feet tall. Tall dude, and he had a big dick too! It hung well below his balls even though he was soft. He kept.. letting his wrists fall too, down by his legs. He kissed Greg, so then I kissed George to offer my hospitality; he kissed me back. He was really cute as hell. He led us to his room. It was really neat - posters of guys everywhere. "Yeah, my parents know about me," he admitted, "and they really accept it. They've told me lots of times that they're as happy if I am gay than if I were straight.. so what the hell, eh?" he said, as Greg pulled off his shorts. Hell, I did too. Greg stood now in the middle of the room, it looked so awesome - he stood with his legs spread as far apart as they could go, still had on his shoes and socks, and you could see every hair on his balls as they hung down now nice and low. He giggled as I reached down and felt them. "I knew you were going to do that," Greg said. "Tony's gay too?" asked George. "Yeah dude, I am," I answered. "Cool." "Hey George," I said, looking at his dick, "what's it take to get that bad boy hard?" "Money." "Huh?" "No... heh.. silly, just kidding.. uh, it's.. coming around now, looking at Greg.." Greg began now to thrash his hips violently, causing his penis and balls to slap back against his legs with every thrust as now he was standing upright. He reached back and put a finger up his own butt, still thrashing and getting very hard. I couldn't believe I was watching my own brother do all these things; it was awesome! I had never dreamed it possible! George was hard now and the head of his cock was really big. The head was a dark grey color and you could actually see the cum juice dripping on the floor now. "I get big, don't I?" George bragged. "You sure do.." I confirmed. "Hey George, did you teach Greg about watersports?" "Uh.. yeah.. I get into piss.. why?" "Just checkin'. I do too.." "Do you?" "Yeah," I answered and I told him how blown away I was when Greg had pissed on me, now just over 2 hours ago. George offered to fuck me; I let him, and then Greg fucked me afterwards. Damn, my brother really fucked hard.. and mean! I liked that power in his penis! Hehe <evil grin>. George led me down to their basement. There were some dildos, cockrings and other things. "This is where I have all my orgies," he noted. "There is a shower over there where we have some piss fun, and here," he noted, pointing at the floor, "are some dried cum shots. You can tell there's been some nasty little boys around here, eh?" "Yeah!" It was awesome. "Am I too old to be in an orgy?" "Hell no! Just come with your brother about 8:00 next Saturday night..." "So THAT'S where you've been on Saturday nights," I said, grinning mischievously. "Yeah! Wanna come? Heh.." "Yeah.. I'll drive you." "Cool!" it turned out, he usually had to WALK the two-mile stretch, sometimes through heavy traffic, to get to George's weekend orgys. They started around 8 Saturday night, and lasted until ?, usually ending about daybreak. Greg, at thirteen, was about the youngest patron, and sometimes George's basement was wall to wall people, with one head count there of 75 just before Christmas last year. He didn't let anyone over 20 in, unless they called in advance and strictly agreed to watch and not participate. As he had a way to get access to the back of the basement without going through the house, this was the way patrons entered, so he didn't have that thorn in his side. He served drinks, but they cost money; that was one way he earned a little money on the side. He made about a 25 cent profit on every soft drink he sold. Giving me all the nasty details on his operation, through tips and drinks, he usually pocketed an average of forty to fifty dollars on a good night. That was more than enough to keep his Honda Spree mini-cycle in gasoline.. "You have to be initiated into this group," George said. "To really score high, and be above the 'regulars' of the crowd here, you have to be voted on by the Inner Circle..." "What's the 'Inner Circle?' I asked. "The Inner Circle is composed of me, Greg, and eight others, who kinda were the first ones to get this whole thing started about three years ago.. heh. I was twelve then.. and Greg here was just 10! You should have seen my wimpy little dick! Hee hee!" "Yeah.. well.. can you tell me about initiation?" "Oh yeah. You'd want to be initiated again and again. It's fun - you get pissed on, buttfucked, sperm shot all over your body - and other stuff by not just the Inner Circle, but by any other people that just want to be naughty to you from the general admission crowd. And they can be naughty! "Is it done the first night?" "Uh-huh. Then after the night winds down, you're voted on and by the next Saturday, you know if you're in it or not.. BUT.. sometimes people get kicked out of the circle once they're in if they don't show like at least one weekend a month, or come and don't actively participate, etc.. it's cool as shit requirements!" "Yeah!" I said, "it sounds like it!" "Well, I'll... keep my big brother warmed up.." Greg mused, tugging at my stiff rod. "There is one.. small.. prerequisite you must pass.. and you can do it in front of me, if you want.." George said. "Now, this is just to be in the 'elite' club. If you don't do this, it just means that you can't be in the Inner Circle, but you could still come to the orgies.." "What's the prerequisite?" I asked. Greg pulled up a chair. "Sit in that chair and jack off your weenie until cum flies all over the place.." Greg said, as though he had trained a hundred guys to do this sort of thing before. And perhaps he had.. Ohh.. suddenly since I had gotten home from school today, I had envied my brother more than I had in my entire life. Can you blame me? "But," said George, going into the other room behind a two-way mirror, you must allow me to videotape it for viewing by all the other members of the Inner Circle.." "Do I sign something?" "Yes." "In BLOOD?" "No! Silly! In ink!" I signed the form, which he filed in a cabinet and locked. Then, I had to prove that I could jack off, TOTALLY alone. He cut out all the lights and put one spotlight on me. He and Greg went behind the glass. There was to be nothing in my space that might make me horny; I was to get it up and off purely on mental thoughts. I was given a maximum of 15 minutes to do this. What was worse, the sucker put a large, digital countdown timer on the table next to me. Egh. This "Inner Circle" thing didn't mean EVERYTHING to me, but it sure sounded cool and it WOULD be cool if I got in it.. but now I was thinking about Greg. Yeah. Thinking about little Gregory and the shit we had done today. Well, it was hard. Ugh. Three minutes had gone by, the quicker I got it off, the better; Greg had told me that if your sperm flowed by no later than ten minutes, you were generally guaranteed in because you were judged "hyperactive". That's what he wanted; hyperactive little fuckers that could go lightning fast, bunny-rabbit pace. Hell, I could. I -knew- I could. I had done it before. Yeah.. Greg.. you horny bastard.. Ooo.. I want to fuck you.. yeah.. you want to fuck me too... damn.. yeah.. it was soo hard now and it was hot. The stimulation had set in. I tried to forget all concept of time and just think about speed. Yeah. It worked too. God, the stimulation. Greg, your cute body and your wild dick.. oo! Yeah.. and the cum.. just.. started flowing. Streams of it went high in the air and hit the ceiling. I must have sent at least five long ropes of semen out my dick. The last two coated my nipples. One even went in my belly button. I carressed my cock now and felt my balls. Greg came out and licked me off. It felt sooo good. "Wowzers!" George said. "We stopped our clock in there at your first spurt... it was.. eight minutes, 25 seconds. You came for a solid minute, dude!" "A solid minute? Is that normal?" "Heh.. pretty much. I mean hell.. I've cum for like.. close to two before but it was when I'd let it build up a couple weeks. I flooded my fucking bed.. heheh.." "How could you stand to go two weeks?" Greg asked. "It.. wasn't easy, but I kept picturing the end result strongly. That was what did it.. heh.." "Wish I'd been there to lick it up," I pointed out. "Oh? You want me for real?" asked George. "Yeah. I want that wad that you got right there," I said, pointing at his nuts. "You got it! Open wide, big boy!" and he slid his long cock down my throat. I moaned in pleasure, as did George. Greg went in the other room, put in his own videotape, and taped this scene to play to me later. Soon, I was gulping down George's large load. George was in ecstasy. I looked at a clock; it was just past 9 pm. I knew we'd better get home soon, but it sure as hell didn't seem like we'd been over here any three hours. Shit! Only three days 'til Saturday night! I didn't do anything when we got home; I was too tired. I didn't move any furniture or anything, I just went to bed. Still, Greg snuck into my bed with me and buttfucked me about the time I was ready to fall off the log. I felt his little penis enter me, and took about three strokes. "You okay?" he whispered in my ear. "Yeah. Fuck the royal shit out of me, if you want.." "I planned on it.." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah! I'm gonna rape you!" "Rape me, motherfucker." He did! The son-of-a-bitch fucked me raw, because he came once, and then started all over again. "Hee-hee," he said after he came once. "I'm gonna ride yo' ass another round..." "Ride me all night, bro.." God, it felt so good.. that dick in my ass............. He pulled out after he came the second time, and cum just coated him. I reached over and rubbed it around. Then I rubbed the rest of him. "Why the hell don't you just sleep with me tonight?" I said, knowing this single bed would leave us a little cramped, but.. "I planned on it.." he resounded. "Geesh! You plan on everything." "Yup. Now I plan on you lickin' every bit of my cum off my privates..." he said. "Oh, is that so?" The bastard was a bigger slut puppy than I was. Or ever thought of being. I licked his penis dry. He loved it as much as I. Thursday afternoon after school, I had serious thoughts about playing hooky the next day. Greg did too, so we could finalize my move into his room (it sure as hell was easier than moving that 500 pound safe out of his closet!!) so I managed to squeeze all my stuff in. But since we both had TV's, we just decided to share the same one now and I put mine in the basement, since about all we watched were porn flicks anyway. Wow.. Greg spent just about every waking moment watching a flick... From the time we got everything moved, until about 5 pm Saturday night, Greg and I had more sex than a bunny colony In heat. "Well man, I wanna strain my nuts to put out," Greg said. I let him. When I wasn't sucking his ass, he was jacking off. He was letting my ass rest because Wednesday night he had really plowed me, and Thursday at school I went through classes all day feeling like I had the urge to shit when I really didn't. It was still cool and worth the fuck! Finally.. it was Saturday night. I was amazed at Greg. "Wear something REALLY spiffy.." he said, dressing in a pinkish long-sleeve shirt with gold stripes, dress shoes and black sportpants. "Why so dressy? I mean, aren't you just going to strip out of it?" "Not at first," he opted. "We wear snazzy clothes to see who can outdress the rest. We.. like to pride ourselves on having a clean-cut look before we cut loose with a lot of sex.. hehe.." He DID look sharp as a tack. Damn. "I guess that means OP's and summerwear are out." I shrugged. "They are right now. Not during the summer. Then we cut loose with wild shit!" We got to George's about 7:30. "Damn," said Greg, "it used to take me 30 minutes to walk this distance!" George greeted us and said that all the members of the Inner Circle were there tonight to watch me, and initiate me. Everyone looked good. There was one -hunk- there who had black hair as I did, his was long and flowing, and went as far down his back as Greg's light hair. Everyone lined up for a quick head count. If everyone wasn't there by eight, those that came late had to watch and only got to participate if asked by someone already there. Sometimes that rule was purposely broken; George liked for it to stick but it wasn't always enforced. Right now it was ten til eight, and there were forty-three of us, counting the ten Inner Circle members. George gave his usual warm-up speech. God, everyone thought he owned the world when they got in this basement. Hell, I did too! "Okay everybody, maybe some more will filter in before the deadline. Remember, this IS a free-for-all, but I want to call your attention to this individual," he said, fingering me out, "this is Tony Gillespie. He's new, he's hot, he's Inner Circle material. He's proved that to me, and the rest of the Inner Circle have witnessed his awesome Phase One video. He's Greg Gillespie's brother, been gay how long?" "Seven years," I indicated. "Seven years. He's seventeen years old. Let's give him a warm welcome." Everyone clapped, some whistled. It was neat. I couldn't help smiling. As 8:00 promptly rolled around, everyone came to me and stripped me, at least, those in the Inner Circle. They physically lifted me and carried me to the shower and pissed all over me. I thought I was drowning there was so much urine. I couldn't help getting some in my mouth too. It did taste good; there were about twelve people pissing on me at the same time.. that's a lot of wet! One kid, about my age, was forcing me to drink it, which was well and good! He probably didn't know I'd had experience at this sort of thing. Then it occured to me just who this individual was; it was Hank Phillips, the good looking hunk on my soccer team! "Hank! Lookin' good!" I mumbled. The dude was right in my face, so he couldn't help hearing me. "Tony.. never thought I'd see you here! Cool.." Suddenly I could not wait to touch his golden body, slim, sexy, hairless.. as I was. Oh my dick was so stiff it was going to burst. I was hoisted onto a table now, dripping with urine, and everyone began to get their dicks hard quickly. It seemed like magic, flacid as they were to be capable of urinating all over my body, to go to stiff as metal states. But they all seemed to be hard in less than a couple of minutes, some rubbing their cocks against my wet body. I was in pure ecstasy. "Ready.. aim.. fire!" George called, half of them firing a load onto my body, the other half about twenty seconds later. I was coated in piss and semen. "Can I lick it off?" I whined. "You.." said George, "can do anything you want at this stage, including taking a water shower, although that.. might not be what you have in mind.. Anthony Gillespie, your initiation is complete." They watched me as I continued to lay on the table with an intense boner. I raised up slowly, as I did streams of urine and semen mixed rolled down my neck and belly, to my genital area. I began feverishly licking my body like a cat. I wanted to mentally prove that these incredibly wonderful things had happened to me and still were. "If you need some help," George said as he stood with the fifteen or so at the side of this small room, "you have clearance to call on any one of us, but just one." I paused. I slowly looked up at the crowd, urine dripping out of my hair into my eyes as I stuck out my tongue to capture it. It was good. "Hank.. Phillips," I indicated, not being able to clearly see any one person as they were standing outside the clear range of this directed light, and the urine blurred my vision. Hank walked into my perception. "Oh, you know Hank?" said George. "He is on my soccer team," Hank indicated. "He plays awesome as hell.." "Very good. His outside interests could be a determining factor as to whether or not he is allowed into the Inner Circle. Has he engaged in homosexual activity with you before?" George asked Hank. "No. I have had no prior knowledge that Tony was a homosexual," Hank stated. "Very well," said George. "Noted for the record. Has he seemed to indicate no passionate responses prior to tonight that suggested he was on a boner at any time while you were in his presence?" George asked of sixteen-year-old Hank. "Yes, I do believe there were a few cases when I was in the locker room changing clothes when Master Gillespie has clearly displayed a hardon at the notice of another boy's genitals..." "Very well. Noted." George responded. I smiled. I knew this to be true. Hank had been very observant. "You may kiss the hopeful," George said to Hank, who bent over and kissed me directly on the lips. As he did not pull away immediately, I attempted to French kiss him. He allowed me entrance, and everyone could see my tongue in his cheek. I slowly pulled him close to me on the table. There was applause from the crowd. "Master Gillespie," George said, "I would say at this time that your admission to the Inner Circle is pretty well laid-in-stone! However to make it legal, we must still all vote on you at the end of this orgy. You will be notified by mail." Damn. Hank stayed with me and licked all the semen and urine with me off my body. I licked his sweaty abs and pecs. He was beautiful. "Hot damn," he said, kissing me breathing rapidly, "I never dreamed you were.. so gay.. dude.." "You're beautiful," I said, running my hands down his rib cage and to his groin. He giggled now as I massaged his ribs. "You're in, guy. You know that, don't you?" he said. "Well, I feel like I am.." "You are! It's history! Now you can get out there and fuck your brains out!" Heh. Of course, I could have done that before, but an Inner Circle member carried a little bit more class with him. It's like.. "hey Mac, how you wanna pay for this? Cash, or American Express?" hehe. Hank eased his long Johnson into my ass. "Hows that for a penis?" he asked. "Bet you never thought I had one this long.." It did feel long. "How big is it?" I asked. "One foot." "Really?" "Nahh.. heh.. it's seven inches." "Mmm!" "Yeah, and here it comes!" My ass had had just enough time to recover from Greg's five-and-a-quarter incher (he measured his puppy nightly) to accept Hank's huge meat. I felt like Greg would have more than I did when he turned 16. Possibly as much as Hank did. Damn. He was really humping me. And here came semen shots. He pulled out of me, getting me in the face, tits and chest several times. He looked like a god. He was beautiful. We kissed again, then joined the "outside world." Greg was busy humpin' some long stringy haired dude like a bunny. I could see Greg's ass really good. It looked wild to see his ass like that, even his butthole because he had his legs spread, doggie style. I couldn't resist bending down and smelling that hole... Smmmmm.. Mmmm.. good! This cool little kid walked up to me.. didn't have any crotch hair at all. "Feel me," he said. I did.. he had cool balls. He moaned. "What's your name?" he asked. "Tony." "I'm Rusty," he said. "You can fuck me if you want." Just for the hell of it, I asked how old and he said he was just twelve, but he knew he wanted guys because his older brother was gay and he was very turned on as well. I went into Rusty slowly, and he kept saying, "harder, harder! Don't be afraid to gimme all you got!" so I did, and he liked it. His penis was hangin' down now waggin' like a dog's tail, stiff.. my heavens. He reached down and jerked on it while I was fucking him. Then he stopped. I was so rough that I gave him an orgasm from inside his ass. That was wild. That was the first time I had EVER done that. "That's the way I -like it-," Rusty stressed, saying, "you can do something else to me now if you want." Damn. I liked those kind of offers. I sucked his cute little puppy. It was nice. Ended up we left that night about 2 am, I had fucked a few others, but Rusty ENDED UP COMING HOME with me and Greg! Shee! We gang-raped Rusty the next morning after we woke up. Greg filled his little ass so full of semen that some of it rolled back out. Greg could put out as much as I could... Rusty stayed with us most of the day Sunday, and then I ran him home. He lived in Sherlock Apartments on the other side of Hawthorne. God he was wearing trashy clothes. But then, I wanted to see more of Rusty! The letter came Tuesday afternoon on professional stationery. It read: From the Office Of George Dayton Master Anthony Gillespie: This letter is to inform you that you are now an official member of the Dayton House Inner Circle. Where you go from here is entirely up to you. But rest assured, my friend, your performance has been far above and beyond that of anyone I have ever seen. My God, I hope I have your zip when I turn seventeen! I'm sure I will.. Welcome to a membership that is truly high above the ranks of those "just giving a fuck"... heheh.. George D. Founder And Leader and it was affixed with a special stamp. I folded it and put it back in the envelope after proudly showing it to Greg. "Well, you SHOULD be proud of it! It's better than MINE!" he retorted. "Come on, let's go have a piss-out.."