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                                     PART III

We stopped at the Welcome Center and pee'd again, of course Ricky didn't have
to pee. We left and I got shotgun so I could watch Ricky. No problem! He was
just as good as the rest, as good as me! He was good at sex, why shouldn't he
be good with driving? "How long can I take 'er?"
"Just til we stop for lunch.."
"Okay, sure!"
... and that didn't take long either. We were all about ready for lunch, so he
drove maybe 21 or so miles until he pulled us off I-75 at a McDonald's.
We needed to be thinking about where we were going. I thought about Satellite
Beach. Greg mentioned Panama City, naah, that didn't sound so good.
"How about... Saint Pete?" Ricky suggested. "I've heard a helluva lot about
that place and I did some reading up on it not too long ago... it's right there
by the water too..."
"Yeah, but.. that's awful close to Tampa," I said. "I was thinking of avoiding
Tampa. Hell, how about we just stay on 75 til it ends? It ends in Tampa, and we
can hop over to St. Pete and check it out."
I wasn't too sold on Satellite Beach anyway. East or West coastline didn't
matter; I knew most of your hurricanes came in from the Eastern seaboard
anyway, but it was bad on either one in an actual hurricane.
The gang seemed to favor what I had chosen, we'd try St. Pete and then if it
didn't work out, we'd go somewhere else.

The main reason I didn't let Ricky drive anymore right away and he agreed; he
was a horny little motherfucker and if he got too horny behind the wheel, he
could still concentrate, but he'd lose it every few minutes thinking about
cock. No doubt he'd have no problems behind the wheel, he just knew he'd be
happier NOT behind it so much. Paul took the wheel with Jeff on down the
interstate. Ricky suddenly wanted to wear Ralph's pee-coated briefs; they were
careful not to drip much on the plush carpeting in the van as Ralph inched out
of them and handed them to Ricky, Ricky asking if I wanted a whiff before he
put them on. I did, and it was great stuff. The longer they stayed wet, the
better they smelled. Hah.. and to think the original pee that coated those
things were miles and miles back down the road. Mmm, mmm, mmm. What were the
proposed buyers going to think when they walked into that house?
"Probably shit a brick," Ricky said.
"Yeah, yeah, they're probably shit-lovers," Ralph added, "worse off'n we are."
Ricky gave Ralph a cold stare. "Yeah, but uh.. we love it don't we, Ralph?"
"Most definitely. Y' know Ricky, I'll be damned if I go to school down here.."
"Well, I want you to be educated," I said, "but I'll be damned if you do
either. I was a problem child myself- I never did homework, I got a lot of F's,
etc., didn't pay attention in class... hell, I was a closet case. Bad thing
about it was, I didn't take advantage of moments that a gay guy should've taken
advantage of either.
"So, I led sort of a double-edged childhood," I continued, "just warming a seat
as the teachers said. So, my parents put me in a nice $1050.00 a month private
school, five days a week. I was 15 at the time."
"See any cock," Ricky persuaded.
"Lots. But most of it wasn't for sale. You know there were only a couple times
when I really got some head. That makes me thirstier for it today."
"Hell, you know we'll give you some head!" Ralph yelled. "You don't even have
to ask, just LOOK like you WANT some! I'll call out the infantry!"
Ralph unzipped his fly and pulled out his dick.
"Hah.. THAT'S the INFANTRY?" Ricky said.
Ricky pulled out his ten.
"THIS..... THIS is the FUCKIN' INFANTRY."
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Ralph massaged my shoulders and back. Ricky caressed my chest. I was laying in
the back on the "bed" that was made by the folded seats.. damn, if I'd have
thought to steal a mattress... but I think this was soft enough to do the job.
If worst came to worst or push came to shove, we could sleep in the van
tonight. I knew we had the space. We had two more seats we could fold down, and
the two front seats would recline fully.
"That's what I meant by you guys stories not being so different from mine. At
least hell, you guys were smart enough to know what you wanted from the very
beginning, and yes, Ralph, Ricky, it IS very worth getting kicked out of school
for. It's like a job I once had- I actually tricked myself into believing there
WERE no other jobs, that this was the only one, and that I was going to stay
with it and love it.
"What kinda job was it," Marty asked, leaning over the seats.
"Fast food," I responded.
"That'll do it to ya," Greg yelled from two seats ahead. "I worked at an Arby's
once for about a month.. it sucked to say the least. Where'd you work?"
"Krystal."
"Yeah, same shit, different horse," he retorted.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ricky was dying of laughter again. I tugged on his pecker.
Marty joined us in the back, there was barely enough room to squeeze in.
"PAUL!"
"Yeah..."
"Where are we now?!"
"Close to uh, uh... I-10. We just passed it about 5 miles ago."
"Okay."
"Hey guys!" Greg yelled.
"What?"
"Look out the right side -  there's these two guys in this other car, messing
around!"
Yep, one was driving and the other one was under the steering wheel, sucking
him off. The only way WE were able to see it is because we were up higher.
"Fall back, let's see where they're from," I told Paul. He did. They were from
Gwinnett County, GA!
We zipped back up to the car, we could see the driver's dick really good. The
guy was getting over in a far right lane to turn off an exit ramp that was
three-fourths of a mile ahead.
"Karl? Should we?" Paul asked.
I thought they all might be hot for trying to follow through with it. I got
opinions, votes as Paul inched into the other lane behind the car. Suddenly,
everyone said "no, no..." they didn't think it was a good idea..
We declined. Majority ruled, I wasn't actually in favor of it either. We were a
family; these could have been a couple of drunks. The Frasers part of the
family, while they might be a little crazy when it came to sex, were very
serious when it came to people that might invade their turf for their personal
gain. I wasn't GOING to be a member of the family originally when we first met;
several things came into play where that was concerned, the fact that I hit it
off so well within the limits of their acceptability. I enjoyed being with the
guys, regardless of their age was another factor. If Ricky -thought- he was gay
and wasn't as active sexually with the guys, even then it might have been a
different story. Like I said though, since they all knew what direction they
were going without question, I did so also without question.
Ralph would have actually been in that situation, of not knowing which way to
turn, fighting, scratching and clawing his way through heterosexuality even in
light of being hit with that apple in the lunchroom by that girl, if Ricky
hadn't played Ralph's "right hand man" and pulled him away from that world the
day he got the shit fucked out of him. So, it was as in Greg's words, Ricky
that was his coach all along.

Ricky's earliest gay memory was at age eight. A boy his age had walked out of a
stall in the school restroom with his pants down and his dick sticking out.
Ricky, being young, aggressive and not knowing what to do in such a situation,
patted the boys dick on the head softly. Feeling it's stiffness and the other
boy not moving an inch, Ricky felt it. It felt good and he had remembered he
had one just like it. It had looked that way when he woke up every morning.
"That felt good," said the boy. "Do it again." That was when Ricky and the
other boy realized that stroking it made it feel better, Ricky did his that way
that night at home and was, to say the least, pleased with the outcome. It was
obvious to me as well as to the rest of the "gang" that this family was plenty
large, and with the way the situations now existed financially and emotionally,
that it would add no more members to its roll call. Being the oldest, having a
straight brother of 27 married with two children and a generation filled with
Bible-slammers, it was good to get away from those pressures both physically
and mentally. Now I was living life as I had only drempt.  It was now 3:30 pm
and we were covering a lot of ground. I had taken the wheel again after we
stopped for another piss. The fact that I had total and complete trust and
faith in these guys' behavior and no one-upmanship attitudes was actually
paying off and everything was going according to plan. "You know I wouldn't
piss on the van," Ricky swore. "I never even pissed in Jeff's car when he had
it, and it was a piece of....."
"Thanks, thanks a lot, Richard Fraser! You -WILL- get yours!" Jeff laughed.
"But he is right," Jeff assured me. "We are as reasonable when it comes to sex
as we are at anything else-- to an extent, Karl. You would have to literally be
crazy to piss in a vehicle like this and ruin it. That's why we had a specific
room in the house- we thought we'd be there a while, obviously, and when mom
WAS going to come home, we'd have that back room spic and span. Fuck it now..."
"Obviously... you know though, heh.." I said.
"What's that," Jeff asked.
"Wouldn't it be wild if we got down there, got unpacked somewhere and
everything and.. hahaha.. your mom managed to TRACK US DOWN.."
"Hahaha.. yeah, she is a wolf in sheep's clothing," Jeff said. "To be honest it
wouldn't surprise me a bit. Ricky?"
"Huh?"
"You ever say something to mom or dad about ever wanting to go to St. Pete?"
"Never. I know I didn't."
"Good. If you did, since that seems to be where we're going... grrr..."
"You know me, Jeff. If I would've, I'd remember it from doing that book report.
I'd say 'yes' and then we could go to another town. Mom probably has no idea
that we even PICKED Florida..."
"Yeah, I bet.." Jeff continued. "I said something about Kansas once. Maybe.. if
she suddenly got sorry and decided to take it all back... heh heh.. that'd be
where she'd look first."

Jeff had even called the phone company last night and had the phone
disconnected. If mom was going to be mean to them, they sure as hell were going
to be mean back. In fact, he had also popped all the circuit breakers in the
breaker box off, just to fool people. Heh.. dunno why he stopped short of just
torching the place. But none of the members of this family were violent.
Ricky's traffic ticket that day he was looking at the shirtless youth with the
bicycle was the extreme of the Fraser's involvement with the police.
This group reminded me of the type of families and groups reminiscent of the
60's movement. I told Jeff, he agreed. In fact he, like I, was very fond of
Jimi Hendrix and the attitudes of the era. So it was very indicative in his
actions and statements.
"Damn," Ricky said, "I want to grow my hair long, longer than Jeff's, down to
my shoulders.."
"I don't see why you can't," I responded.
"Because dad wouldn't let him," Marty reacted. "He was on Jeff's case all the
time too, but the only reason he let him wear it that way was because he was
older, more rebellious, and threatened to leave the house."
"Mom got furious with dad after that," Jeff picked up, "and demanded he shut up
about it. Hey, it was okay for me, but not Ricky! Since Ricky was underage, he
had to have it nearly fucking military short."
There was a tear in Ricky's eye. All this conversation was starting to work on
his memory banks. Jeff, Greg and Paul tried to comfort him, it wasn't enough;
he had been buried DEEP in a memory since the conversation started, thinking
about how it was before... before they found out dad was gay. The whippings
they would get- and for what? I pulled over, we were almost to Lake City,
Florida by then but we needed some fries or something anyway. Ricky started
sniffling then as we pulled into a Dairy Queen and I stopped in the parking
lot. I went back and let myself be like a temporary father/mother/brother to
Rick. I hugged him, kissed him softly, rubbed his back, all the time sporting
him about what a good kid he was, how he was such a good role model, etc.,
etc., building his ego about as high as the Empire State Building. He cheered
up soon; that was when it was more obvious to me that he needed pampering as
much as I did. Moreso to Jeff though than anyone else, who was going to live up
to his promises in the future to Ricky without question. Since we really didn't
need to stop, we just went through the drive-thru for our food and ended up
with four cheeseburgers, five large fries, one chocolate shake and we got some
Cokes out of our cooler in the back of the van.

Time passed, and so did the miles. It was nine p.m. and we were all getting
restless. Just to the southside of Gainesville, we pulled off. Everyone though
"to hell with a motel, let's just try out this van and see how it sleeps,"
which turned out to be better. We found an old dirt road which led beside a
stream not far from the interstate. There were some 69's and other activities
that night since we weren't exactly all free to fuck, except for Ricky who drug
Ralph outside close to the stream and.. fucked him. Then Ralph fucked Ricky!
What a show! They loved it.. and it was wild being so close to nature. Hell,
who needed to be pinned up in an old motel room when this was more comfortable,
not to mention cheaper?! We stayed in 69'ing positions all night, even though
the 69's themselves had subsided early.. the road had taken it's toll on each
of us, and by 10:30 we were all dead to the world.

A loud tractor nearby and the smell of a paper mill awoke us early. Florida was
known for it's paper mills, and... this town was no exception. It was just
after eight, and for some reason my body tended to want to roll into Ricky's,
to my left. About that time, I heard an "oh shit" from outside the van, slid
into clothing, got out, looked. The right rear tire was as flat as a pancake.
We all stood there, dumbfounded for about twenty seconds, as dumbfounded as I
was for those seconds when Jeff originally asked me "Now that I've seen yours,
wanna see mine," back in Smyrna, Ga. Seemingly half a world away now.
We got out the spare and put it on, using the jacks and lug wrench and all the
tools... there was an Amoco station not far from here, Ricky mentioned that
when we took the road last night. If we could just make it that far..
Five miles and an American Express card later, we were face to face with a
young, bright mechanic named Dennis. Dennis looked all of eighteen, but as we
learned later, he was 23. "Aww, simple nail puncture," he muttered. "Have 'er
set to roll on in... fifteen, twenty minutes tops. Say, how you folks like the
'Sunshine State'?"
"Pretty well," I said. "Just glad you were here to fix us up."
"Yeah, me too," said Dennis, noticing Ricky's all-too obvious boner present in
his Jams, and smiling at Ricky. Ricky smiled back. In the bright sunshine,
Ricky's freckled face was a little more prominent. At 10, Ricky's freckles had
dominated his facial features. Now, though they were there, they were fading a
little but, nonetheless, noticeable.
"We aim to please here," Dennis said. Why did I seem to take that the WRONG
way? Heh.. human nature I guess. Ralph was standing beside Ricky now, all of us
in the payment office, and this caused Dennis to raise an eyebrow. I began to
suspect Dennis might be gay.
A man named Jackson Dewberry, a chubby black man, took the tire to the
alignment area from Dennis and began to work on it. Jeff got a Coke out of the
cooler as Paul, Greg and Marty seemed to form an invisible barrier between
Dennis, Ricky and Ralph in case he tried to start something. About that time, a
young sort walked into the office from the garage. He was definitely under
eighteen, probably under sixteen. Thirteen? Fourteen? Maybe. Looked a little
taller than Ralph though. "Dad," the boy said, looking at Dennis, "what time
you goin' to lunch?"
"Probably about 12:30, why?"
"Well, I wanted to try that new rest..au...rant..."
He sounded it out slowly, by syllables as his eyes floated over to Ricky and
then down to his groin area. He cringed in his stance slightly, knowing in the
back of his own mind that his own cock had begun to rise in his briefs after
seeing Ricky, and even moreso after seeing Ralph in a similar state. He wanted
his father to silence now; he didn't care if his father didn't say anything
else, and also in that same moment he didn't give a shit WHAT he did for lunch.
"You okay, Danny," Dennis said.
"Yyyyeah, fine dad, thanks anyway."
He turned on his heel and walked away. The guy was very neat in appearance, he
had worn a light blue Ocean Pacific T-shirt, jeans and new Reebok Hi-Tops. He
may have missed something, but Ricky had picked up the information presented to
him very clearly as did I and the other brothers. Appearing casual, he and
Ralph dunked out the front door, acting like they were going to the van. They
faded out of sight, then eased around to the side of the building, wondering if
Superkid, otherwise known as Danny, would pick up the scent and follow the
trail.
"Boys will be boys," said Dennis and picked up the latest copy of the Tampa
newspaper and thumbed through it as we sat comfortably listening to a local
radio station and eating Planter's peanuts that we got from a machine. Knowing
what might be about to happen outside.

As if they had thrown out a trail of bread crumbs for Danny to follow, he
located the pair on the side of the building. Ricky had already thought of a
tactic to use to.. maybe get this guy to open up if.. he had to.
Danny was quick to introduce himself.

"Hi, I'm Danny."
"Hey Danny, I'm Ricky and this is my brother, Ralph."
"Nice ta meecha," Ralph threw in.
"You know, there's something kinda outstanding about you two," Danny said.
"Oh, really?" Ricky played 'dumb' and Ralph tried to hold back a snicker.
"I've got six thats just about to explode," Danny remarked, stating the
obvious.
"I see," Ricky jeered. "Are the beers on ice, and what brand?"
Ralph's laughter could hold back no longer.
Ricky didn't really want Danny's peter on a silver platter; he was a brother
and he was doing the brotherly thing. By this time the tire was back in place
on the van, inflated and ready to roll. In fact the rest of us had already paid
the man and were waiting on Ricky, declining to blow the horn for fear they
might be having fun and not wanting to interrupt it. Damn, $20 for that SIMPLE
SHIT REPAIR! CHRIST! Oh well, as long as we could roll on it. Danny's rise had
begun to go down and he was starting to feel used. Before the whole thing was
over, Ricky and Ralph were running to the van, Danny was throwing rocks at them
and yelling, "faggots! Faggots!" Surprised to see us ready to go, they slammed
the side door and I took off down the highway doing 55, hearing the slight
sound of pebbles hitting the rear fender.
"I won't ask what that was all about," I said, trying to subliminally request
what it WAS about in the same sentence.
"The guy was a fag," Ricky said, "but I wasn't about to do anything with him
because I love you guys too much to do that.. I love Ralphy too much," he said,
drawing Ralph near and kissing him all over the face. Ricky was a true brother
and well on the way to being a true lover as well.

It soon became a three, then a four-man hug as Ralph, Ricky, Marty and Paul
drew close to each other and reaffirmed their brotherly love for each other. It
was wild to be a member of this family, To suddenly have total faith in other
people who thought the way I thought, it only seemed to draw us closer. There
was never a time when I thought that any of us were ashamed or angry that any
person did anything in particular; if Ricky asked Jeff for $50 I know that Jeff
would ask that Ricky first try to earn it, but if his little brother wanted it
BADLY, or needed it for something right away rather than for something that
both he and Ricky knew he could do without, he would give it to him in a
heartbeat. But then, Ricky was the kind of guy that wasn't as interested in
worldly merchandise as he was human touch. He had been raised on it and had to
have it. Me, I was raised with none of it from the same sex and now I was in
heaven everytime any of these guys even held my hand to say nothing of kissing
or hugging me. Right now, Ralph and Ricky were sitting right there on that seat
right behind me, and they had been kissing deeply now for over 10 minutes, this
might even go on for an hour. Damn, if they were only able to get married..
even at their age. It proved to me that there are no age bounds to gay love,
that I had wondered about for so long.Ricky and Ralph were about to make me
swerve and I needed to watch the road, but these two were soooo into it. They
seemed to have a relationship that most twenty- and thirty-year-olds envious.
Maybe even jealous. I wasn't jealous, I had all my brothers to love, and Ricky
loved me too, I knew as much as he loved Ralph. But of course, he would
probably want to demonstrate his feelings more TO Ralph since they were both
about the same age.
There. I was 25 miles from Ocala, and at Ocala I was going to let Marty take it
as he hadn't had a turn. That was the good thing, there were enough family
members so that I really didn't have to drive AT ALL, but I did because hell, I
didn't want to be selfish! That's only common sense! Now, Marty had his dick
out, and it was dribbling cum from watching Ralph and Ricky. He hadn't been
stroking it, I don't think; he had just been watching, pre-cumming and kissing
Paul and Greg. He didn't play with it for long before he was sending his
juices, from one seat behind them, all over them and even clipping me once or
twice in the back of the neck. Ricky got some on his bare shoulder, which he
wanted to tan when we got destinated, as Ralph licked Marty's cum off. Then
Ralph couldn't CONTROL that tongue as he let it go all over Ricky's arm. Then
he went under Ricky's armpits and licked, now that he knew what sweat was all
about and how hot it had made him the other day, he wanted more and Ricky had
it. Ricky had a high metabolism rate; he was almost always sweating and he
loved to feel sweat roll off his dick and balls. Ricky had played softball in
the seventh grade; he loved this one boy his age that used to go around without
a shirt when they'd play in the warmer months. The boy would be so tan that it
intimidated Ricky to do the same thing. Ricky still held that tan vaguely, but
it was starting to disappear.

There.. Marty took the wheel and we were again on our way. I began to feel
exactly what I was talking about at the start of the trip - the agony of being
behind the wheel and not being able to participate in sex games. Paul was a
little sleepy- he flipped on a little color pocket watchman TV to see if he
could get anything. "Jacksonville has some stations," I told him, "and I think
there's at least one in Gainesville too. Can't remember."
That caught Ricky's attention, quick.
"Remember? You were here before?"
"Heh heh.. well I had relatives in Palatka, didn't make it down here that
often. But when I did, I got a lay of the land..."
"I dig," Ricky said.

I sat and thought about the present situation. I'd better, since I was the one
in charge. Up to now, I'd pretty much gone along with everything - but there
were some bridges that we were going to have to cross soon - and I don't mean
the ones in the roadway. Ralph didn't want to go to school. Gads, that was
understandable. I -did- want the guys to be educated, but if they didn't want
to be, and felt they were ready for the world, fine, I wasn't going to push it.
As long as they didn't look back on it a few years from now and say, "that
simple shit! Why didn't he make me go to school? Now I can't get the job I
wanted, that asshole Karl!" But if I did put the heat on, it'd be, "damn, he's
worse than dad was! I wish he'd leave or Greg would kick him out!" I could
sketch the whole thing out in my mind's eye and it couldn't be plainer. Fuck
it, I was going to let them do what they wanted- they had been kicked out of
Cobb County Schools once already; if they did try to enroll down here they'd
want transfer records, they'd find out we were all runaways or something and
we'd ALL be shit out of luck, all because I was forcing them to go to school.
And it was possible that Ralph's mother had just blown her cool and wanted her
son back in custody so they could make up, hell, she could have an APB out for
him right now. Shit, he could always fake his name and dye his hair. That would
work, and with the kind of protection we would be providing for him... we felt
invincible and there was safety and strength in numbers, especially numbers
like us!
"Ralph," I asked calmly.
"Yeah, guy?"
"If you had to, to fool people, would you fake your name and change your hair
color? I mean, if we.. like, ever got questioned about you intensely or
something."
"Damn right! I'd dye it the color of Jeff's hair, too! I like that!"
Jeff blushed. "Thanks Ralph, you just put me on cloud nine.."
I moved over and ran a window down beside Jeff and sat beside him in the
breeze. I ran my fingers through his hair and he kissed me. Kissed me hard,
deep, long. I liked it like that.
"Ever surfed, Jeff?"
"Nope, never. Don't think I'd want to, really. I like to watch guys that do. I
have tried out Ricky's skateboard though and I can do a few tricks on it.. I
fuck up handplants everytime though."
"Hey Ricky," I said, "that's not a Tony Hawk board you have, is it?"
"As a matter of fact it is, why?"
"Cool! Are you a fan of Tony?"
He said he was, and I slipped back to one of my storage containers and pulled
out a book he had never seen before that was full of shots of skaters on ramps,
on sidewalks, and in the air. He flipped out. About that time, Ralph exposed a
Playgirl he had tucked away. He let me look at it. It was okay, but after these
last few days I was more impressed with what I could see, touch and smell than
something I could only see. I thumbed through it, and found something I had
suspected a long time.. a centerfold OF Tony Hawk, nude. Nude and hard. No, I
didn't know he had done this and it caught me off guard. Woops.. what was this?
Marty was taking an exit.

Turned out we were again low on fuel. Jeff forced me to let him pay for it this
time and I didn't argue the point. I was glad Marty was so conscientious about
it or we may have been pushing this heap to a gas station instead of driving to
one!
"You guys are fantastic," I kept insisting.
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I asked Ricky if he had any Vision Street Wear. He told me he did but just wore
it mainly while he was skating; ordinarily he liked to wear as little clothing
as possible. It was like he knew that I really cared about him too as well as
the other boys. There were moments that I actually wondered if these guys were
so at one with me that they could read my mind. It was obvious to me that I
would never question their judgment anymore about anything, be it pissing on
the van or whatever. These guys had been through as much hell as I had and that
was our strongest common denominator when it came to our strong feelings.
I mentioned that I doubted that Ricky would give a shit about going anywhere
NEAR Disney World, even though he'd never been. I couldn't have been more
right.
Ralph was, oddly enough, due for a birthday soon, July 20th. Cool, he'd be
fifteen, not that his age was that important. No, his attitude about gay sex at
that age was exactly what was most important.

By now what was left of the piss on Ralphy's underwear that Ricky was wearing,
was really starting to reek as I knew it would. "Yeah," I thought, "now it
really gets good." I talked Ricky into slippin' out of them and letting me put
them on for a second, as with Greg they were at least a couple sizes too small
and the elastic was really stretching. God, it was warm where Ricky wore it.
Now he was wearing nothing but his OP shirt and his Reeboks and his dick was
showing signs of expanding as far as the elastic on this underwear. Ricky had
it so warm, the pee so warm from being worn that it made me hot, physically and
sexually. I took my hand and not being able to repress myself, began carressing
Ricky's leg. It was warm, warm like the sun and it felt good. His legs had only
begun to get a little thick dark hair on them, and rubbing them felt good to
me. He stole my hand and wrapped it around his tool. My hand in his, he began
to slide it up and down on his tool. He then slid toward the edge of the seat
and I sucked him right there, as we were peeling down the highway.
Ricky noted that Ralph's underwear was really starting to really reek with
ammonia now. The pee had been in the underwear a while, and while he did like
the smell and taste of fresh piss right from the spout, this was becoming
putrid. He passed it around to get opinions on it, everyone seemed to be in
favor of chunking them. This was totally acceptable to Ralph because Ricky had
talked him into going around from now on without underwear anyway; that just
goes to show what an influence Ricky was on Ralph. Ralph even began to immitate
alot of Ricky's movements and actions.

By now I was all relaxed and since I had done so much driving, I didn't plan on
doing any more. I just wanted to spend MORE time with the boys. I instructed
all who didn't already have their clothes off to take them off. Bang! Skin,
skin, skin. Everywhere. It was beautiful. I looked at Ricky's tool, Ricky
sitting beside me.. it was hard again. I whispered to Ralph to go get a ruler.
I wasn't going to measure Ricky's dick, I trusted that he had ten. I just
wanted to ... gasp.. see how big that head was. It was huge. Ralph brought me
the ruler and I had told Ricky what I was doing. "Measure my dick, too," he
said, "I wanna see if it's grown anymore!"
I did and it measured in right at the 10" mark. What a beautiful tool on this
kid.. the head was about an inch long, and the cock itself was pretty thick, at
least as thick as my own. I didn't know they grew this big... the wild thing
was, he knew exactly what to do with it too.
"Are you sure there's no discrepancy?" Ricky asked.
"No, 'fraid not... but you know what Ricky?"
"What's that?"
"Did you know if you let pee set up in underwear like that til it really reeks,
then like rub it all over you, it'll give you prickly heat?"
"Really Karl? Why?"
"Dunno.. I guess it kinda dries out yer skin a little or something."
"Yeah... I like new pee better anyway, it's more fun to get with somebody, take
your spout and just wave it all over somebody til they're drenched," Ricky
noted.
"I second that!" Jeff yelled, excited.
Ralph had been fondling his pricklet from the time Ricky had chunked his briefs
out the window; slowly at first but then more vigorously as Ricky started
talking about waving pee all over the place. Ralph had always loved to walk
into the boys restroom at school, it was his favorite place because it reeked
with pee. Ricky used to pee in the floor on purpose in the restroom. He'd
"accidentally" miss the urinal for the duration of the peeing. Ralph would come
behind and breath it, not knowing at first that it was Ricky that was doing it!
The custodian of the school must have been his friend because everyday when
Ricky came in that area would be so sticky, smelly and good.. God knows how
thick of a layer of piss coated that floor where Ricky had wet it daily and
left it to dry. It was probably still there now. Since Ricky had been
infatuated with the smell of pee since age eleven, he too had been hanging
around boys rooms. Not just for the pee, either. By age twelve he had become a
little persuasive of the other boys his age- he seemed to talk a couple or
three of them in the boys room into... leaving their weenies out, following him
into a stall, and letting him make them "feel good", which usually consisted of
Ricky spitting his hand, slowly stroking the boy's pricklet, and occasionally,
lightly sucking it as his next brother, Marty, had shown him and done with him
several times.
At first Marty was paying Ricky for "hush-money", Ricky's dad was a big
influence on him before Ricky was really into sex games. Shortly thereafter,
however, it was literally the other way around- Ricky began to beg Marty for
more, and offered to pay money, which Marty never accepted because he was only
too happy to be sexually active with his brother.

"I envision," I told everyone on the van, "a group of guys in the wilderness
somewhere. They had walked for miles, naked with no fear of being without
clothes. Now they were in a clearing, and they all circled up. After walking
for miles, they had to piss very badly so they all let loose on one another and
had a hot fucking shower load! That's my fantasy."
"It's ours, too," Greg said. "We've longed for that a long time. That's why
we'd given up and settled on doing it in the house...no where else to go to do
it and really enjoy it."

We had been back on the highway for about fifteen minutes now when we heard the
siren. Pow- Marty's foot was off the gas and was making sure he was doing 50-52
in a shot. Well, the patrol car was still approaching, lights and siren
blaring. He must have been making 80. Ahhhhh... phew... Zip! Right on past us.
Oops, he had our LANE BLOCKED. He stopped us! What gives?
Blood rushed to my head like I was going to either explode or have a heart
attack, soon. This shit wasn't for real. We all grabbed our shorts and threw
them on. We were about to be stopped. "End of the line," I thought.
"Sir," the guy said to Marty, "I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to get off the
interstate here and take a side street. There's... well, there's a hostage
situation about three miles from here, and we're evacuating people. "I see,"
Marty said. "We certainly will."
"Had your radio on?"
"Nnn-no sir..."
"Well, he has a busload of churchgoers.. apparently he is a member or
something, just went crazy- he had brought a .45 calibur handgun on board...
shot and killed one woman because her baby wouldn't be quiet while he tried to
sleep!"
"That's terrible!"
"Okay, be on your way now. This road will take you a little further south."
"Much obliged officer..."
The officer tipped his hat.
In the back of his head, as the officer sped away he thought, "cute young guy.
I wish my son looked that good..."

Marty did look good, too. They all did, very healthy and with a tremendous
medical history- of course, they had had the usual colds, flu, etc... but
nothing they couldn't overcome and for that they were very lucky. I had never
had anything really BAD other than pneumonia, but I overcame it. Ralph was in
excellent shape as well.

We took the ramp off the interstate, we weren't all that far from the Tampa/St.
Pete area either. Actually so far we had made pretty damn good timing, and we
were far enough away from Smyrna that if Mrs. Fraser came back she would have
no idea where we were-- we might as well be stranded on some island in the
Pacific as far as she was concerned.
We relaxed again and again removed all clothing.
"God, Ricky," I said, feeling his dick, "how did you get so lucky and get such
a big dick?"
"I swear, I have no idea," Ricky said. "If it were my choice, I might make it a
couple inches shorter, so people could get the whole thing in their mouth..."
Everyone laughed.

I told everyone that we would press on, but maybe take our time the rest of the
way; everyone was certainly feeling the effects of getting down here as fast as
we had. We all agreed that we'd take the last stretch of road a little less
hastened- this might be even NECESSARY since we couldn't do 65 or even 55 a lot
of the way now, even though perhaps we could get back on the interstate again a
little further south; we'd cross that bridge when we came to it, literally.
Still everyone was happy that I had even mentioned slowing down.
Jeff and the others promised me that when we got somewhere to settle down a
bit, they were going to circle around me and turn on those fire hydrants, then
they were going to jack off and shoot all their sperm all over my body after
the piss. It sounded like it would be a show and I was sure that it would be.
"Shit Ricky..." I said
"What?"
"Open that window."
He did and I chunked my briefs out. From now on I wasn't going to wear
underwear. I had thought about this and, until I worked 9 to 5 Monday through
Friday, fuck it, I wasn't wearing underwear and it was going to be that simple.
Ricky had started a better trend. "Lets people know when you're pre-cumming,"
Ricky added, and smiled like he had just been handed a million dollars.
"Right," I added.
Well, me, an older sort having done this, well, the other guys suddenly
admitted that they too were through wearing underwear- hell, when we got where
we were going it would probably be rare to wear clothing let alone underwear.
When their parents were at home, Ricky hated to put on his clothes to leave his
room to join his parents; God knows he loved to admire his body and to give
others the opportunity to too.. of course, everyone in this family liked to
give the others a good skin show - it really helped make them all see their
common bonds and to have incentive to let their sperm flow like honey.
I forced Ricky, Ralph and Marty to the back of the van and made them lay
spread-eagle on their stomachs. I was going to give them all a good back
massage among other things. They were all looking forward to it. Hell, I had
them ALL in the palm of my hand and I knew it. Ricky dominated me, but still I
held the reins. "Ooooo! That feels good as shit!" Ricky exclaimed as I rubbed
his soft back. Got the shoulders too. Then as I couldn't resist, I took my
index finger and carefully slid it into his asshole. "Ohhhh.. Karl! That feels
sooooo good! Move it around a little..."
I did. He was still pretty tight in there too..
I gave Marty and Ralph equal treatment- I certainly wasn't about to be biased.
To be nearly fifteen, Ralph had a huge set of balls. Even laying on his stomach
like that, they were very visible, and he was not the least bit hesitant to let
me fondle them. "Suck my dick, Karl, please!" Ralph said. The time had gone by
so fast and so much had happened that I really didn't know if I had even sucked
Ralph or not. I wanted to of course, as much as he wanted it. So he rolled over
and opened his legs. Away I went. This was incredible, the whole time just
cruising down a nice back country road. This was okay, we were already in
Florida and I didn't care how long it took us to get to St. Pete now. I wasn't
even sure if we were going to stay IN St. Pete or go somewhere else, I just
thought we'd give it a shot.
Ralph erupted, the little bastard's juices were just too much for me to contain
with as much sperm as I had eaten the last couple of days. He kept shooting
off, streams striking the roof of the van and some shooting over me and hitting
Ricky in the back. He felt it and loved it. Ralph's tits were small like
Ricky's but they were standing tall now. I took my index finger and rubbed them
and Ralph took his hand and cupped his balls. This was really excellent.

We stopped at a K-Mart and got a few things like new toothbrushes, toothpaste..
mostly sundries. Some candy, peanut-butter crackers, things like that to keep
us going for a while. Ricky got some batteries for his boom box and I got some
for a flashlight... we were thinking about another night without a motel
tonight but there were the threat of storms on the way so I wanted to be ready
just in case.

We also found a tennis court and, acting like we were members of this club, we
slipped inside, took off our clothes and took a nice hot shower. Boy were we
ready for that! No, we weren't here to play tennis either. Only Greg had tried
it once, and he admitted he played like shit.