GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/smrday2.txt

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                                     PART II


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

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

Back in the living room, which had boards placed on the exterior by the boys
when their parents left so they could roam free unseen, Ricky was literally
fucking Ralph's brains out. That pole was going, now like it never had.
Releasing all the frustrations that Ricky had built up since he had last fucked
Ralph in that school gym locker room. Ricky came inside Ralph, which made Ralph
cum all over the floor, ceiling, even the TV screen. Ricky pulled out, his gun
still firing. "Oh shit, oh shit, Ralph you feel so GOOD inside you sex god!
Ohhh.." Ricky took Ralph into his arms and hugged him, then they kissed. This
made Paul and Marty want to kiss so they turned to each other and kissed. Ralph
had his arm around Ricky's shoulder when Ricky took a finger and lowered it to
Ralph's butthole and slid it in. Wiggled it around a little. It was clear;
Ricky and Ralph had the hots for each other. It was clear to Ricky that he
would go with us.  Ricky talked with me about an hour later. I asked him if he
had to take prescription drugs, etc. and he told me "no," to which he said, "he
was about to, though. Ralph said his mom was talking to a psychiatrist and he
ok'd it for her to give him something to make him less horny. Ralph said 'no
way'. She said 'it's either that, mister, or you can pack a bag and go'. That's
when he stormed off in a rage." Ricky told me they had fucked to which I
replied "good deal!" He said he was sure they were sweethearts now. About that
time, Ralph walked in and wanted to talk. He wasn't really shy, but not nearly
as bold as he newly-made boyfriend.
"Hey," Ralph said.
"Hi, Ralph. Uh, I see you're naked too."
"Yeah.. heh.. it's the only way to go."
"Yeah. It is," I agreed, smiling.
"I wanna talk to you, big dude," Ralph said to which Ricky snickered at a
little. Ricky began putting fingers up my asshole. Soon he took them out and
sat on my lap; he purposely guided my nuclear missile up his ass as he slowly
sat down on it.
"Do you want me to go with you all to Florida?" Ralph asked.
"Well," I said, knowing that this was WAY ahead of gameplan and could set our
move up a bit quicker. I was glad he was asking but I certainly wasn't
expecting it. "Yes. I was going to ask you if you wanted to go with us, we'd
love to have you in our family, but only if you think you'd really like it. I
just say that because it won't be long 'til you're committed, since we have to
leave soon and there wouldn't be any turning back. So, take some time and
think, if you want. Either way, you better be sure!
"Oh, yes sir," [why was he calling me 'sir'? I felt 30 years older right then.]
"I know for sure that I want to go. There's nothing that would do me any good
here."
"You don't need to call me 'sir'.. heh.. I'm just a year older than Jeff..
'sir' just doesn't sound good. Just call me Karl, or Dad if you have to..."
"Okay, Karl.." Ralph snickered. That made Ricky snicker. That made Ricky bob up
and down on my lap, over which his hole was on my prick. "Come here," Ricky
called to Ralph, who stood up off the bed. "Want sum pee?" Ricky asked,
smiling.
"Yeah."
Ralph wrapped his lips around Ricky's cock, and Ricky turned on the faucet.
After a minute, Ralph pulled off and said "that's enough," but Ricky was still
pissin'. He just pulled his hot rod back and began spraying himself and me
both. We got wet and we loved it. He guided some in his own mouth, and some in
mine too. It was great.
"Ricky, you are the cutest animal," I said. "Thanks, Karl. I love you."
"I love you too. I love Ralph over there too." Ralph was still sucking down the
rest of the piss he had in his mouth.
"Ohh shit," Ralph said. "I gotta pee..." "Do it now. Soak us down," I said,
motioning for Ricky to get up go with me to the pissroom. We did, and had a
real splash. Then the rest of the boys came in and came up with a good name for
the room. Greg got a big can of black spray paint and painted "ON GOLDEN POND"
in big letters on the wall beside the entranceway. Ricky laughed like shit.
Then I tickled Ricky under the arms and ha laughed some more. Everybody peed
all over everybody now. Only I wanted to pee up Paul's asshole and have him
shoot it back in my face. I did, and he really let me have it. Ralph, having
already pissed, had gotten a feather out of the closet in the hall and rubbed
the back of Ricky's heels with it. Ricky shivered, looked down and saw it. Then
he bent over and let Ralph FUCK HIM. Ralph knew how to use that five and a
half, too.
There was indeed, a pond in that room that night. And everybody was swimming in
it. Soon though it was late, and everyone was tired. After we got all cleaned
up, we all got in one big bed. It was a queen size, appropriately named. Ricky
slept with his dick in Ralph's ass all night. Ricky later told me that at one
time Ralph was a girl watcher, but after a girl had thrown an apple at him,
which hit him in the head at the school lunchroom for being "too fresh" and
required seven stitches, he said to hell with the idea. He knew what he really
wanted was cock anyway, it was just some cute BOYS that put him up to getting
fresh, and that wasn't the real Ralph Manning. The real Ralph Manning was
loving the hell out of Ricky, who was his North Star, his guiding light, his
voice in the darkness.
"Ricky?"
"Wha'?"
"Do you love me?"
"Yeah, Ralph I really love you. Be quiet or you'll wake Karl and the rest."
"WE'RE STILL AWAKE," we seemed to chime in unison.
"Ssssshhhit," said Ricky.
"That's okay," I said. "I'm eating this up."
Ricky pulled out of Ralph's butt to turn to my cock.
"And I'm eating THIS up," he said and moved so fast on my rod that I couldn't
get it up fast enough.
I gave him my wad.

I don't know when the others finally floated off, but the big clock said
something like 4 am before I ever quit looking at it. I kept thinking it was
all a dream and the next morning when I awoke it would all be gone away and I
would awaken to a noisy alarm clock that told me it was time to go to work.
That's why it took me forever to fall asleep. Jeff promised me though that we'd
all hold hands in our sleep as long as we could just to be comfortable. Of
course, once we turned over that was no longer possible, especially as our grip
loosened in the night. But for now anyway, it was comforting. I knew, as I
faded away like a late-night television station going off the air, that no
dreams in dreamland could replace what I had felt today.
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I awoke to see everyone else still asleep. All except for Ricky. Ricky was
quietly stroking his dick in solitude. He saw me looking at him, grinned and
kept on.
"How long you been awake?" I whispered.
"Oh, ten-twenty minutes," he whispered back, looking at the clock and seeing it
was just after nine. As I was between Ricky and Jeff, I casually reached over
and he let me replace his hand with mind. "Bet that hand is tired," I said.
"Not really, I'm about-ready-to-shoot-anyway," he said, very sexy. I took his
wad again, damn could that boy cum. He was a true-to-life sex machine and never
seemed to tire of shooting his load just about anywhere he could.
Ricky and I got up and walked to the kitchen to eat a bowl of cereal. Alas even
with all these boys, you do still tend to get hungry for food. Ricky went into
the living room and slid into Ralph's jockeys; he wanted to try to cream in
them before Ralph had to put them on again.
Ricky looked neat in underwear, I had never seen him in it before. Cute!
Halfway through eating, Ricky cut a long, noisy smelly fart. He giggled and
nearly had to lay his spoon down. He was shaking in his chair from laughter and
then farted again. We got up, went into the living room. I sat in a chair, he
got on the floor on all fours and farted up a storm in the underwear. "I can't
help it, I just got gas," he was saying. I walked over, told him it was okay,
popped the elastic around the underwear. "Do that again," he prompted me, and I
did. Boy those were smelly farts and I tended to want to go back to the
kitchen. I did and he soon joined me. His hair was getting a little long in
front and it was a little bit in the way of his eyes, he had to keep pushing it
away. It was one of those mod skater's haircuts, and the light brown color of
it and the texture alone made me stiffen. He may have loved Ralph, but it was
plain to see he didn't care if he messed around with his other brothers either!
After we finished and the other brothers had finally gotten up and gone to eat
as well, I watched Ricky as he smeared Ralph's underwear into the piss that was
still in the room from the night before. Then he put them back on. "Couldn't
resist," he said. We walked back into the kitchen. "Whoa, what have we here?"
Jeff said as he downed a frozen waffle.
"Little brother wanted to wet his shorts," Ricky said.
"Aren't those Ralph's?" Jeff inquired and I nodded, thinking Jeff might say
"that was mean" or "you shouldn't do that."
"He'll be in for a treat," Jeff said, giggling. "Yeah. Dipped em in our pool
from last night," Ricky added.
"You might wanna go add more pee to it, if you haven't already", Greg
suggested. "You pee'd yet, Rick?" Ricky nodded and said, "I'll go do that right
now."
Ralph was obviously sleeping a little late today. So? He deserved it.. he had
to have gone through HELL yesterday!
I wanted to see this, so I went with Ricky back to the 'Golden Pond' and
watched him really open up that piss slit and coat the undergarments with
fresh, hot sticky pee. It flowed down his leg and mixed with that already on
the floor. He gave me a show, too - while he was doing it, he waved his lower
portion back and forth in a fucking motion, loving every second of it, the
fucking motions having such fury that they caused the pee coming out of the
underwear through the fabric to be hurled in the air and hit the wall. Then he
directed it at me and that's when I walked over and hugged him as he was
finishing up. It seemed he knew what kind of show to put on for me, and he
filled the bill to a 'T'. He waited until most of the dripping subsided, then
walked back into the rest of the house to find Ralph eating eggs and bacon. He
took one look at Ricky and nearly choked.
"Whaaaa.. whaa.. whose underwear is that?" Ralph asked as he recognized the
pattern on the elastic.
"Give ya one guess," Ricky said as he smiled at Ralph.
"Cool!" Ralph sneered. "Do I get to wear them?"
"Yeah, seein' how I don't wear undies.. I was gonna put a load in them for you,
but.. I never got a free one... I guess I'm creamin' a little bit now though.."
"I guess maybe you are," Ralph said, asking for the shorts as he finished his
food. Ralph put them on and walked into the living room with Ricky.
I sat and chatted with the other guys. "They look like they're hitting it off
well," I said. "Yeah. They've been friends since fifth grade," said Jeff. "They
just found out about themselves one day in P.E. when Ricky had a hardon looking
at Ralph in the locker room. He told me the whole story. This is how they
eventually got in trouble there. Dad spanked the shit out of him, and that's
where Ricky got the thing yesterday about 'preaching about homosexuality' when
I hung up the phone, remember?
"Yeah. I remember. Well, if I have any say so in the matter, you'll never deal
with anything like that again."
"Oh, you have ABSOLUTE say-so in the matter, Karl," Jeff said.
"That reminds me of something I once heard... Jeff, you won't kill me if I use
your name in something.. different would you?"
"A signature?"
"No, a - a joke."
"No! Go ahead...."
"Ok," I began, "this is something I heard years ago, you may have heard it,
then again.. Jeff, Jeff, he's our leader. He's the one who sucks our peter. For
a nickel, for a dime, he will suck it all the time."

I was applauded and whistled at.

"Much obliged, much obliged," I resounded. Ricky stuck his head in the door.
"What was that, I missed it!"
"Nothing," Jeff said. "I'll tell you later." Everyone chuckled.
We left the dinner table. That afternoon, we all pooled our monies. I took mine
out of the bank, Jeff, Greg and Paul all took theirs out. The total sum was
damn near a mil. Ricky whistled. "You can do that AGAIN," Jeff said. "I knew we
had a little, but I didn't know we had that much."
"It'll have to stretch though," I added, "but if we can stretch it as long as
Ricky's dick, we'll be in good shape!" Ricky mused.
"I want to try to leave within the next couple of days, hopefully tomorrow," I
said, getting approving looks from both Greg and Jeff. Ricky was so happy to be
with Ralph that he didn't care. Then I thought: Woops. Seven people. Going to
be tight for space in that car. Hmm. Could I get a trade-in, pawn some
furniture.. something, get a van? A good van that you could live in? Maybe.
There are good options these days. I talked it over with the gang. They were
all for it and would be willing to wait that one extra day if I wanted. Good, I
might need it. I want a van. This car is a wreck, plus it's too small,
especially with the addition of Ralph.

After spending all day Monday running around like a chicken with its head cut
off trying to pool our money, sell my furniture, trade in my car, etc., we
drove off the lot with one of the best vans I had seen; it wasn't as big as a
Winnebago or as small as a Toyota mini-van. It was a happy split between them
and it was nice inside, better yet it wasn't used, it was brand new. The rules
were simple. The guys would be able to close the windows and put up the opaque
screen if they wanted to get raunchy, but NO PISSING on the van. I think these
guys were smart enough to know better, I was fairly certain, but sometimes you
just have to say "let's just see if they prove you wrong or not" and control
their urges to dry contact on the van. Hell, they knew sperm shots would be
okay, just... no pee. I told everyone and they told me they understood. Boom -
end of story.
We got back to the house about 3 after we had bought the van and let Jeff take
us out to a really nice place for lunch. We planned no trips to the grocery
store; just about all the necessary supplies were about to run out, which was
just as well - we were planning now to leave tomorrow since I had been so quick
to get the van, which would not have been possible without everyone's morale
support. What was so strange about the day was that, not only was everyone in
decent clothing as I was, but- the last people I expected to behave in the
salesman's office, Ralph and particularly Ricky, sat there in the chair the
whole time with his hands folded in his lap. "Damn," I thought. "He can be so
businesslike when he wants to be." The only thing he asked about was if it were
possible to lower some of the rear seats to form a bed- one of the main things
I was interested in and forgot to mention. Shit, he was just as smart as I was,
but just wanted to do as I did, hang on to his boyhood for as long as possible.
As we got home everyone stripped, and Ralph promptly stripped to his piss-laden
underwear. I sat by him in the sales office, wanting to get as close to him as
possible so I could smell it and the salesman couldn't just in case the odor
got- uncontrollable. It didn't, and I could only smell it faintly. Now the piss
in the garment was starting to reek a little as Ricky took it off for Ralph.
Ralph's basket had remained soaking in it and it was really wet. Ricky took the
underwear and took a deep whiff, asking if anybody else wanted some. Of course
they did! The garment was passed from hand to hand all the way around the group
of us boys. Jeff and Greg were anxious to add their own pee to it, so they took
it in the other room and did as I watched Ricky kneel in front of Ralph and
suck him off. He took a break once Ralph was so hard he couldn't stand it.
Ricky stood up and started licking every inch of Ralph's body- I had never seen
two boys so young go at it so intently in my life! He went around his nipples
with his tongue, rounding them very softly, Ralph softly embracing Ricky around
his back. He moved down now, encircling the belly button, and dabbling his
tongue in the very center of it. Ralph giggled to which Ricky responded by
doing it some more. Cum began to drip off the end of Ralph's dick, so Ricky
quickly moved back to it and sucked it. He also got tough with his balls,
licking the boy's ballsack intently.

Jeff and Greg came back in, Greg wearing the undergarment which was too small
for him to say the least. His dick and balls pressed firmly against the fly of
them, and it was easy to see the piss slit and the head of it through the wet
fabric, now more yellow than ever, still dripping even into the living room.
Seeing this, Ricky who was now sticking his finger up Ralph's ass, mentally
could take no more restraint; knowing it was the last day to be in this house,
to escape its boundaries from this living hell to the promises for freedom that
lie ahead, he pissed all over Ralph in earnest just where he was standing; he
showered Ralph by pinching the head of his ten-inch cock which looked more like
a man's than a boy's, lifting the spray of piss to almost ceiling level,
coating the two boys as the rest of us got into the "rainfall". Everyone was
opening their mouth, catching drops of dew that were falling. As he ended, I
walked over to Ricky and rubbed my hands over his body. Down his back around
the curvature of his spine. He was wet and felt good with the cover of his own
urine. He was stiffening, but as I allowed my finger to drift into his anus, he
went to an as-hard-as-possible state. I then lay on my back on the floor,
sucking Ricky as Ricky continued to kneel and suck Ralph, looking up I could
see the underside of Ralph's balls, dripping Ricky's pee onto my chest. All the
time I was doing this, the others were having a four way and Marty also gave a
piss-shower in the living room. Today would be it; tomorrow morning we would be
on the road.
It was impossible to suck ALL of Ricky, even deep-throating at best I did good
to get seven inches into my mouth. Jeff swore that he had taken it all at one
time; today however he seemed to bomb out at about eight and a half. Ricky was
happy to let anyone try to swallow it; after all he was gay and proud of it.
Hell, who wouldn't be with four brothers - now SIX brothers - who were also?
Hell yeah!
Ricky even left Ralph's dick unattended again for a moment to rim his asshole
with his tongue- something I found Ricky had never done before, and he kept
looking to me for approval of what he was doing. "Just like everything else," I
told him, "do what comes natural. Do whatever you want, you can't hurt him
unless you bite something.."
"Hehe, really?"
"That's right. But stick your tongue in there too far and you might taste shit.
Real shit. If you don't like it, be careful. Its like eating fresh fish; you
chew carefully to avoid swallowing a bone.."
"Yeah, I gotcha. What does shit taste like, anyway?"
"I won't say 'you don't want to know,' but if you like how it smells..."
"Nope, I don't. I can't stand it.."
"Okay. Consider the taste may be three or four times that bad, and something
you can't get rid of as fast as you can walk away from a smell; a taste you
have to either eat something else or gargle it way."
"Yeah. Thanks."
He kept rimming his asshole, got brave and tasted the inner areas of his hole,
and Ralph was pre-cumming again. Indicating it to Ricky, he nodded in approval
and let me go to his waiting tool to suck him. Ralph didn't care, in fact he
had been wanting to interact with some of the other guys too, and while we all
considered him to be just a little too young for us, we felt that since he'd be
with us and his sexual preference was now unquestionable, we'd "fuck around"
with him. Zap! His rod shuttered violently and cum rushed into my mouth. Gobs
of it. It was all I could DO to hold all of his teen cum. Ricky was through
rimming and pulled away. "How was it?" Ricky asked me, surprised that it wasn't
the other way around, me asking Ricky.
"Loved it," I said, Ralph's wad fresh as a dew melon. "This was different,"
Ricky assured me, "but I would love to do it again sometime." We cleaned up and
sat around naked for a while. Ricky went to his suitcase and exposed a copy of
a teen magazine, which was called 'Bop'. Some of these magazines encompassed
male movie stars, which may have been intended moreso for female readers, but
he was just as happy as any girl would be. He was a big fan of Corey Haim as
was Ricky, as was I. Corey had been in such movies as "The Lost Boys," and
"License To Drive". A lot of the shots were candid and more than a little
interesting, particularly if you were a teenager and looking for a role model.
But Ralph now had Ricky as a role model, and he intended to keep it that way.
"I don't guess we want to take anything with us but our clothes and personal
junk," Jeff said.
"Right. We can fit 'em under the last seat. We can leave it folded back all the
time."
"I like that van," Ricky said, who was a big influence in picking the color, a
dark mauve.
"Ricky?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a license?"
"Yyyyeah... I just.. never have driven that much. The last time I drove I saw
this really cute guy walking on the side of the road and I almost got a traffic
ticket..."
Everyone laughed. "I remember it well," Marty said. "It was last month and the
guy was pushing a bike with his shirt off, tucked into his jeans. We all drive,
actually, we just.. haven't done a lot of it except for my original three older
brothers."
Good. I knew I could use them on the interstate.
Now Marty was tracing around Ricky's tit, as Ricky had done to me yesterday. It
really made them stand on end.
We spend the rest of the day kinda resting up. Still, Paul had to gang-bang
somebody. Ricky accepted the invitation, and Paul shot off so much sperm up
Ricky's ass that a lot of it came back out. "Well, I gotta take a shit
anyway...." Ricky said. He did too and while none of us were into scat, they
were all regularly favorable of going to watch someone shit, the shitter would
stand up as often as possible at the toilet and spread his cheeks to show shit
coming out. I liked it, it was different and it showed me that these guys
literally did NOTHING without the other guys around, which gave their whole
relationship the strongest possible sense of sincerity.
Ricky took a nice long shit. First you could see Paul's shit come out as it
coated the end of the first turd. It was a short, choppy turd. Then came
another long, long turd. It really flunked when it hit the water. Then finally
a few shorter ones. Then a long slow fart. "Ahhh," he said and was hugged and
kissed by each of his brothers as we all took turns wiping his butt. Now, they
didn't always watch each other, just once in a while, but Ricky just wanted to
demonstrate how close they really were to each other.
Ricky's dick was limp at the moment, one of the few times it would be. He took
it, curved it around and showed us just how far he could stick it backwards up
his asscrack. A long way! He even took the head and strained it to get it just
slightly into his hole before his rod started to stiffen and come back out. He
was turning himself on too much, as he was turning us on, too. He couldn't do
anything else like that as his rod was just too hard.
The only complaint I had was, the day just went too fast and though we knew we
had to go to bed a little earlier that night so we'd be all fresh for the road
ahead, we didn't want to. We wanted to stay up ALL NIGHT and make love.
We lay there in the bed in the same places we were in the night before. Just as
I was about to "fall off the log," Ricky reached over with his playful hands
and began playing with mine. Then it went from that to sucking it. Ralph had on
his piss-laden underwear in the bed to keep him cool, and it started smelling
soooo good. I commented to Ricky about it and he told me he liked it too. He
slowly tried to slide them off Ralph without waking him. But Ralph was still
awake because he wanted to see the skin show! "Go ahead.. take 'em," he said.
He did and Ricky put them on for a few minutes. It made Ricky hornier because
he knew Ralph had worn them and had gotten them all hot.. and steamy, yeah.. so
Ricky's pre-cum jism started filling them. He wasn't aware of it, it just
started and it wouldn't stop. After he sucked me dry he took them back off,
laid back down, laid the shorts on his face and began taking long deep breaths
of it. His cream went in his mouth and mixed with mine. He swallowed some and
knew what had happened. "Hey, Karl?"
"Yeah.."
"Remember yesterday when I first kissed you?"
"The sperm?"
"Yeahhhhh.. kiss me now."
I did. Mmmmmmmmm... he did. He gave me the load, but then entwined me and took
that tongue of his and performed some magic inside my mouth. He brushed it all
around inside, pushing the sperm down my throat and rubbing his dick between my
legs slowly. This movement awoke the others, and they just lay there and
watched, then began doing this to each other. When Ricky felt a little natural
high from doing this, he stopped and smiled, his face as red in the glow of the
nightlight as it had been yesterday when he was so hot and bothered. He looked
into my eyes, which seemed to be saying, "you fox, do it again." He did, too,
just as intensely. I thought, "God, if I had just been in HIS SHOES at
sixteen..."
Ricky laid back down with the underwear on his face.
I joined Paul, Jeff and Greg doing the same thing. It was a terrific night. I
wasn't an elder to them; I was an equal and that was all that counted. Jeff
left me and began fondling Ricky's unsuspecting cock. Ricky pulled the
underwear off his face to see his brother, a little dazed. "Hey Rick, I know I
haven't really.. well, messed with you as much as you'd like. I promise little
boy that's gonna change."
Jeff hadn't either, not like he'd messed and mused with his other brothers. He
had always treated Marty and Ricky like they were the last ones on the totem
pole, only playing with them individually when the other guys weren't horny.
Jeff had never made this commitment before, and hearing this made Ricky's tool
stiffen fast. Jeff kissed his littlest natural brother with all the spirit and
intentions that he had ever kissed his other brothers with; which matched or
excelled the intent and fury that Ricky and I had kissed. Passionately and
forcefully. Jeff pushed Ricky's little tongue out of the way and explored the
very depths of Ricky's mouth without choking him. He then took Ricky's dick
between his legs, and jerked on it until he came and shot MY OWN cock with his
cum. I got it on my hand and licked it off. Then I kissed Jeff, letting him
taste it. Jeff then left Ricky with his underwear, exploring my mouth. Before
the night was over I had done all of this at least once with all six, which
included Ralph. This lasted well into the night, but as we were all relaxed and
listening to a CD of "Muskrat Love" by America, I felt that we were all in such
a dreamlike state that it wouldn't affect us tomorrow. I was already so close
to these guys that if anything happened to any one of them, I'd rather they cut
off my left arm.......... etc,. etc...

After a restful sleep, we all awoke pretty much at the same time, it was just
after 8. We had loaded suitcases and everything the night before, so... we were
pretty much set to go. We were actually all NOT looking forward to riding, but
getting there as fast as we could once we got on the road because we knew the
one driving would be in a most agonizing position. Still, we would make it.
Before we left, I tried something while we were all still naked. I knew Ricky
had the biggest dick, so I picked him up, put him on the back of my shoulders
and let him ride the back of my neck a minute. I wanted to see if his dick were
long enough when it were hard, to reach my mouth. I knew he was light, anyway.
So he climbed on a chair and got up there. Instantly his hardon was pressing
against the back of my head, I could feel it. He guided it down and around,
past my ear and down to my face. He could actually wave it so that the head was
right in my line of vision! That was wild! God it was so big up close, waving
it in my face. I found that if I turned my head, he could get the rod in my
mouth sideways, but it would be poking my jaw on the other side. It was too
stiff to try to suck because it wouldn't bend at all. Ralph played with his ass
while he was up there. I looked in a full-length mirror. God he looked good up
there and you could really see his dick. He really had a good body. He put his
dick back in now and pissed a long stream in my mouth. I drank every drop and
longed for more. Jeff had more, so I let Ricky down and took some of Jeff's.. I
couldn't handle it all, although I should've tried anyway.

Well, we all got dressed and I went into the bathroom and pissed on my own
underwear before I put it on. Not only was I horny enough to do that, but I
thought, hell, it might even bring me good luck. I'm not superstitious, but I
just thought "Ralph is new, and he's wearin' that raunchy stuff... maybe it'll
help me if I'm the one behind the wheel for a while just.. keep my cool better
because wet underwear in the right situation did.. make me feel better. Hell,
it was a trend. I didn't particularly want to be seen, but Ricky cracked the
bathroom door open slightly because he had heard noises, and he saw me slide
into it. "Damn," he said. "Wasn't sure if you liked wearing that shit like
that."
"Yeah. Once in a while.. when I'm not going to any fancy occasions..."
"Looks.. uh, good on you," Ricky said, lightly musing his own cock.
"Thanks, I thought it would. Better go get ready..."
He left, went in with the other boys and told them. Damn, I started a trend.
Now everybody wanted to wet their shorts and wear them, except Ricky and Jeff,
who wore jeans but no shorts.
Thirty minutes later we were on the road and southbound. I started the driving;
when I got tired Jeff was going to take it; I promised Ricky I'd let him take
it once we got way out the interstate because I wanted to watch him at first
just to make sure he was going to be the good driver that I knew that he would
be. Damn my wet shorts did feel good; they got my jeans a little wet but since
these jeans weren't faded it was kinda hard to tell. Ricky just sat there with
his dick out his jeans, later he pulled his balls out too. "Damn Ricky," Paul
said, "you might as well be naked."
"I know!" Ricky said. "I'm not gonna do it though cos we're gonna stop in a few
minutes to get something to eat."
"That's right!" I said, confirming what nobody even bothered to tell him. This
kid was definitely smart for 16. I suddenly had feelings going through my head
like, "Shit, he probably doesn't NEED more schooling, he probably knows enough
NOW to graduate."
"Ricky!"
"Yeah?!"
"Spell 'flagellate'." That was a word I often had trouble with myself.
"F-L-A...G-E-L-L-A-T-E. Is that it?"
"That's it!"
"Wowzers," Jeff said, "he can spell better than I can," and rubbed his hand
through Ricky's hair.
"Yeah... want me to do some algebra? I got a "B" in that last quarter...
"Naah," I yelled. "Just wanted to uh... dunno.. heh.. see if you were as smart
as I knew you already were."
"Yeah," Jeff said. "He did really great in school."
We pulled into an International House of Pancakes and went in and chowed down.
I had a lot of our money converted to Traveler's Cheques, American Express. The
cash we had left over was in a special lockup place in the van under those back
seats, which was hard to get to anyway. Before the thief even got to the lock,
he'd be slowed down moving all those suitcases!
Shit- on the road we'd have to piss as everyone else did.. in urinals. Ricky
told me he wasn't looking forward to it. Actually Ricky was 11 when he enjoyed
the art of pissing on himself in the tub, or peeing in the clear tub water
before he felt "old enough" to take showers to see himself yellow the water up.
The rest of the guys hadn't agreed on it until that day- that infamous day when
he couldn't get out of Marty's ass fast enough. Before we left we all went to
pee- Ricky took the urinal beside me and halfway through he "threatened" to piss
on my shoe - he knew better though and just let a little go on the floor near
me. Marty and Ralph weren't even doing that.. they were sharing a urinal and
kept crossing streams, finally pissing at such an angle that their two streams
seemed to be as one.

We had eaten in Macon and Jeff said he was ready to drive a while if I wanted
to give my foot a rest. Yeah- I wanted to give my foot a rest and give my dick
a break! As soon as we got back in, Ricky immediately let his dick and balls
back out, finally as I came back there he said "fuck this", put up the opaque
screens and ripped off his jeans and shirt. I sat naked beside him also. He
just sat there, looking at me and Ralph. Ralph also got naked. I wasn't really
stiff, but Ricky seeing his boyfriend naked next to him made him get hard fast.
This made me and Ralph both get hard. "I hate this, cos if I wanted to fuck you
I'd have to do it lyin' down," Ricky said to Ralph.
"Yeah. Why don't we go back there and you just fuck the shit out of me?" Ralph
suggested.
They got up and folded down a couple of seats. Ricky got out some lubricant
and greased his pole while I watched. He got it as slick as a 50's haircut.
Then he fucked Ralph in earnest. I turned to again face forward. Greg was
riding shotgun with Jeff. It was actually a little load off my mind just to be
out of town and on to something new and more solid. "Yeah, it is," Paul agreed.
"Have you noticed something?"
"What's that," I said.
"Greg and I are actually twins. We don't look alike, but we were born on the
same day."
"No, I didn't notice that... you're right, you have the same color eyes, but
other than that.."
"Ain't that right Greg," Paul yelled.
"Yeah, yeah.. right, right."
Gregory Fraser hadn't heard a word his brother had said.
"Whatever you said, it was right."
I could hear some "ohhh... ohhh's" coming from the back of the van, and then an
intense, "ow! I feel good!"
"Did somebody cum back there or something," I said
"You bet I did," Ricky said. "I stimulated Ralph until he did too. You said my
cock was long an' lean bro.. heh..."
"Yeahhhh.. I did," I said. "An' you fuck like a bunny rabbit. Wish my cock
could recover that quick.."
"I wish I could too," Jeff said, looking at us in the rear view. Hmm.. we were
behind a slow-moving car, damn buddy the speed limit's 55, not 25! "I'm
steppin' on it," Jeff informed me. He went around the car, which was really
doing a little under 50. As we passed, I saw it was a car full of dudes. I saw
someone turn up a Michelob, God I hope it wasn't the driver..
"Jeff, get on around this guy," I said. "I'm workin' on it.."
We made it on by and left them behind. He told me that we just had about a
quarter of a tank of gas left. Damn, this thing holds about 22 gallons.. yeah,
but still we better stop soon. Ricky took the hint as he saw me get dressed
again, all but my shirt. So, he and Ralph put on all but their shirts. Still,
now Ricky took his hand and squeezed my crotch. Then he felt through the jeans
enough to know where my cock was. He pressed it a few minutes before we got to
the Chevron station. He was smiling the whole time and I had to have another
hug. He did and we kissed again. It seemed to be something I needed more and
more. He was all too willing to comply and whether I sensed it or not, he
needed it too.

Bang! That tank of gas cost us nearly $15! Shit! Talk about liquid gold.. but I
knew of some more liquid gold that was free.. just waiting for me to take and
drink of. I got some cups out of the back of the van while we had stopped.
"Ricky, I want ya to piss in this for me. I know I said no pissing on the van,
but.. I meant no uncontrollable pissing. This is uh.."
"For you to drink."
"Yeah."
"God, you've become addicted to my pee, Karl."
"Everyone has," Jeff assured him. We were still about 75 miles from the Florida
line now. After we got in Florida, I was contemplating letting Ricky drive. He
said he would and he would "try to keep us in the same lane unless he switched,
and try to keep the van on all four tires..."
Greg took the wheel now while Jeff left the front. He drove as well as Jeff. I
should hope so! "That cruise control is fantastic," Jeff assured me as I told
Greg to turn that tape up some- he was playing "Animal" by Def Leppard, one of
my favorite songs, which was also Ricky's favorite, appropriately enough,
because he was certainly an animal - we all were. I began sipping on the cup of
piss which Ricky had filled about halfway. Mmm.. good smell. He took a whiff
and just sat there with the wildest smile on his face like "look what good shit
I've concocted for you..."
Hell, he even wanted to sample it first.
"Good shit," he assured me.
It was, too, I drank a swallow. Mmmm.. better than it smelled. Bam- I took the
rest of it in one draught, not even stopping for a breath. "Burp!!"
Oh shit, Ricky was on another laughing binge. "Somebody tickle this.. heh. this
motherfucker so he'll shut up!!!! Aiigghhh!"
Ralph did. Hard. It was fun watching those two. I tugged at Ralph's jeans to
where I could smell his raunchy underwear. Yep. It smelled good mixed with
Ricky's pee that I just drank. Ricky and I kissed again, long and hard. Ralph
and I kissed long and hard too, this time he explored my mouth. I loved it.
Just then we crossed the Florida line. "Pull over at the "Welcome Center," I
told Greg, "so Ricky can take 'er...