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