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                                     Part IV

We were much closer now to the West coastline of the state. This was the end of
the second day of our travel and it was about 9:30; we stayed awake a little
longer this night because we wanted to relieve some of the fatigue we had from
traveling. Where were we? We were in Dade City, Florida en route to St. Pete.
Right now we were taking State Route 301 as an alternative to I-75 to get there
because of the hostage situation we were told about. In fact Marty had the
radio on and the FBI was closing on the killer from what we gathered. May have
him by now. Who knows.. the world is full of lunacy anyway. There are going to
be loons; there isn't a damn thing the rest of the world can do about it except
try to put away the ones that they can. Even our views on the world were very
similar- we were all street-smart and knew when to say "no." No one here does
drugs, or even smokes cigarettes. That is one of the wild things about this
gang- it's almost too fuckin' perfect. All of these guys were good looking...
including myself. I'm not egotistical, but I passed their standards and they
certainly passed mine. Yep, none of these guys were ashamed to look at
themselves in the mirror.

Everyone was doing great under the strain of having to do without some of their
killer activities on the road. They knew that it was just as hard on me as it
was on them - they were willing to sacrifice all of their freedoms for a few
days in constant anticipation of what lie ahead. We were all actually happy to
be off the interstate now. The further into the country we got the better I
felt.. still, nonetheless I began to tremble and shake in my seat; I think that
the fears of things that were happening may have been catching up with me,
slowly but surely. Here we were, the seven of us, and I wasn't as worried about
the Frasers as I was about Ralph- there was something on the back burner of the
stove of my mind and it wouldn't simmer down, try as I may. I acted like it was
a cold chill; Jeff seemed to know better though and I had a thought that "hell,
he can probably read me like a fucking book. He knows I'm gonna crack sometime
under this pressure...."
"What is it, Karl?" he said as he sat by me now, pushing the hair out of my
face. "Hey, cry it off if you have to. My shoulder will always be here."
I knew Ricky couldn't comfort this emotion, it was just too strong.
"Jeff.. I dunno.. I just feel the ice breaking beneath my feet," I said.
"C'mon man, tell me about it. What's on your mind?"
"I just can't erase shit like, well... what might happen if they did have a
look out for Ralph or something.. and they were able to locate us.."
"Well, Karl," Jeff said as he kissed me softly on the face repeatedly, "we're
all having a few thoughts like that right now. There isn't much we can do about
it except run for it, and hope for the best. Personally if it makes you feel
better, I think Melissa Manning would have flagged him down at our house in the
two days he was there if she had seriously wanted him to come back, because she
knew who Ricky was and right where he lived.."

Ralph had obviously heard the conversation because now he was sitting beside
me. He motioned for Jeff to let us talk in private. Jeff went back a couple of
seats and started messing with Ricky and talking to him.
"Karl... lemme talk to you," Ralph began. "Maybe you need to know a few things, maybe no one told you."
"Sure, maybe they haven't," I said. But then maybe there were some things he
hadn't told Ricky, hadn't told the others. Just how much had gone unsaid?
"Well, there's just so much I have held inside," Ralph said. "There are
things... hell, I'd feel better holding a fuckin' meeting."
I was able to accommodate him. There was a long dirt road ahead. I told Marty
to turn off there, he had probably driven too long anyway and probably had
drivers' cramp.

I still had several personal questions unanswered, too. Where were we going?
Where would we end up, blah blah blah. But right now it was little Ralph that
was #1 on my priority list. He wanted a meeting.. he was going to have it. I
didn't think he had said much, at least to me.
Marty pulled the van to a halt on a nice piece of land off to the side of the
road. It overlooked a large dropoff. Everyone got out and pissed, we pissed in
a circle inwards toward each other to show our brotherhood, careful not to
splatter our neighbor. Everyone got a Coke or something from the cooler and we
stretched out on the nice green grass, stretching our legs. I had the feeling
that this meeting might be long overdue.
We had just gone through the small town of Zephyrhills and were on its
outskirts just to the south. We talked about getting on State Route 39 through
Lakeland and going to Plant City. From there it would be pretty direct to St.
Pete. We agreed to give that a try.

Ralph did have a lot to say. "I want y'all to know that my mom doesn't WANT me
back. I know this. I know how she is," he started. "She wouldn't come looking
for me for spite either. She'd--- she'd be lucky to get out of Smyrna. She
drinks. She's been an alcoholic since the ol' man died."
"How did your dad die?" Jeff asked.
"He was a construction worker, wasn't he Ralph?" said Ricky.
"Yes but.. shit.." Ralph began to bring tears to his eyes. He had lied to Ricky
about the cause of his father's death. Up 'til these last few days, it was
something Ralph couldn't mention, really couldn't admit even to himself. Until
now, now he had a real family and he could tell it.
"He didn't die falling off that building," Ralph continued. "He died... on the
telephone."
"Hey, hey...." Ricky said, putting his arm around Ralph's shoulder.
"Everything's okay man.. don't worry 'bout it. I understand....."
Ricky took off his shirt and used it to wipe the tears off Ralph's cheeks. He
hugged Ralph, Ralph embraced Ricky tightly.
"He was.. talking to a gay neighbor. A man he had slept with," Ralph said. "Mom
walked in, caught the mainstream of the conversation obviously before dad
realized anyone else was in the room- he was so tired from working that day.
She slammed the door, left the house. He had hung up the phone and got dressed,
I was in the house then. I saw him leave after she had already left. She came
back an hour or two later, tried to get me and take me with her. She was going
to leave and go to her mother's in Cedartown.
"I refused to go, this was about a month before the day Ricky fucked me by the
way. See, I wasn't real sure what was happening that day this happened, my
mother wouldn't be real clear to me until after she found out her only SON was
gay too. But the day it happened, it hit the news... dad started out on the
interstate, he was smoking marijuana- Karl, you said something a while ago
about the 60's movement, well they were part of it, even went to Woodstock..
"...anyway, he had gotten so high on the interstate that he crashed and died.
It was like.. like he WANTED to commit suicide or something, after she found
out. He probably knew his marriage would never be the same again, and...."
Ralph was again in tears, but he had Ricky and the rest of us there to comfort
him, so he really didn't stay sad long. He was a pretty tough little dude.
"She told me, I didn't believe her at first. Heheheh," he laughed
sarcastically, "I thought I was 'straight'.. Ricky's told you all about the
girl with the apple..."
"Yeah, he told us about it," Jeff noted. "Really Ralph, its okay... you don't
have to tell us if you don't want.."
"But I do want!" Ralph gestured. "You are my family, and you need to know! I
love you guys!"

It started to rain and the darkness soon let its presence known; we'd stay
here and talk the rest of the night, in the van where it was dry. Soon it was
lightning and thundering- it seemed the storm they had talked about was going
to hit. Ralph wasn't through talking either.
"With everything that had happened," he continued, "in light of what Maurice
did to me with the apple, what happened to my father, and what well, Ricky did
to me when I was so low to the ground I could kiss it, I swore to myself that
I'd never get married. I guess it was then really that I came out, because
well, hah.. it was either that or be a monk, and Ricky's ten-incher felt too
good for me to allow that..."
Everyone laughed. It was obvious that Ralph was back in high spirits.
"Ralph?"
"Huh?"
"You wanna say something else?" I inquired.
"Yeah.. this is one hell of a bunch of dudes... and I want it to stay that way.
Karl, see bro, I just want you to know that I'm not going anywhere 'cept with
you all. I -know- mom doesn't give a shit about me.. like I said, she was an
alcoholic and she was trying to make me a druggie..."
"Fuck, she'd have probably put you in Devereux..."
"Death row?!?!"
"Noooo- Devereux. It's a private school. It sucks. Have you ever heard of
Brawner's?" I asked.
"Hell yeah," Ralph said. "That's where the psych was that wanted to give me
those drugs..."
"This place is kinda like that," I informed him. "I was there five days out of
the week for a long time. That's where I got the story of my F's and all.."
"Shit! Did.. did they put you on drugs and all that shit?"
"No. I didn't really show a disorder. They can't do anything like that without
your parents' consent, and I don't think my parents would have consented..."

The rain was heavy now, pretty typical of some of the summer showers in
Florida. We were in a small clearing so we really didn't have to worry so much
about lightning hitting any trees.
"I used to have a friend that did drugs though," Ricky told me.
"Bruce Redding?" Ralph cracked up.
"Yeah! Brucey! He let me call him that, too," Ricky said. "There was a real
cock on that guy, too..."
"Was he gay?" Paul said.
"No Paul. But there were times when he came to school kinda.. a little stoned
from the night before that he.. well, let me do shit to him.. like grab at his
undies and look at it.. it would be stiff, but it was probably from the drugs.
I think a dog would've got him horny when he was in those moods.."
Again, everyone laughed.
Ricky went to the back of the van, got in his suitcase for a second, and came
back. I shined my flashlight at him. Damn! He must HAVE had some kind of toys..
that dick was hard and he was wearing.. a cockring!
"So, THAT'S what happened to it," Jeff said. "I was looking all over for that
thing when we packed..."
"Yeah, sorry," Ricky said. "It must have fallen in one of my drawers.."
"That's okay," Jeff added. "In fact, you can have it, but we'll probably all
fuck around with it.."

"Remember this dude in 8th grade.. Phil Elrod?" Ralph said to Ricky.
"Yeah.. kinda... Tall guy?"
"Yeah.. used to lift weights together."
"Oh, yeah! I remember him now. I used to see him at lunch."
"Yep," Ralph said, "he was benchin' about 120 pounds one day in his gym shorts,
right? He started slidin' up the bench, letting his shorts slide down. After he
put the bar back on the holder, he stood up and his shorts fell to the floor.
"Didn't pull them back up right away either. All that were in the class were
me, Phil and two other guys. I stiffened some that day and I'd swear the other
two did.."
"Anything happen?" Ricky said, eating this up.
"Yeah. It did. These had to be some of the first faggots I had seen since I had
been in school, and I get mad for passing up the opportunity.. this one guy,
Greg Morelli, reached for his groin and tugs at his balls. Terry, the other
guy, giggled. So what do you think happens?"
"Dunno... what?"
"Elrod drops his drawers. There was about as much meat on him as I had, and he
had hair around it.. God did he ever!"

We all started stroking our cocks as we folded back the seats for the night to
rest, listening to the stories. Only a light rain falling now. This was heaven
and the other guys felt that way too.
"Elrod started playing with it. I remember I went home that night and got my
jollies thinking about that day.. man! I must have creamed four times!"
"How about Greg and Terry?" Greg chimed in.
"They didn't do anything but watch. Hell, we were all twelve except Phil.. he
was 14 and we were too dumbfounded. Elrod spermed all over the place. I know he
was gay."
"Damn," said Ricky. "Never heard that one before.."
"Hey Ricky," Ralph said calmly, "you know that's funny dude... up until now, it
seems like.. I never have had TIME to tell you shit.. we'd always meet
somewhere and see each other a while, but we never really had time to talk..."
"Know why?" Jeff said, in a matter-of-fact tone of voice.
"Why?"
"My dad would only let you stay a while. Remember Ralph, our dad would only let
you stay over long enough to do your homework with Ricky. Not any longer. You
never got over there until about 6:30, you had to be home in bed by 9, shit
like that. And your mother always had you do too many chores on the weekends to
ever see Ricky, except in the summer near the public pool."
"You're damn right!" Ralph yelled. "My mom hated my guts!"
"And our dad hated ours," Jeff added. "Maybe they should've switched partners,"
Jeff snarled. Then we all cuddled together to bond the gaps in between our
bodies. Dicks were touching to bare asses, balls to bare legs.
Ricky and Ralph again embraced.
"God, I still can't believe we've gotten away," said Jeff. "You're really one
hell of a guy, Karl.. to do all this.."
"Well shit.. I feel like a blood relative with you guys now. I did just about
from the moment I walked in your house.."
"You know, I did too," Ralph echoed.
"For me to walk into a house and hear a sixteen-year old call his
eighteen-year-old brother 'semen-breath' and not get slapped," I said,
referring to Ricky, "has to have one hell of a family..."
Ricky tugged at my pecker and I tugged back. We kissed.
All of us slept very well that night.

Before I realized what had happened, Ricky had taken the wheel the next morning
with Ralph as shotgun. Suddenly, I didn't care; I had no doubts that Ricky was
as good as the rest of us had ever hoped to be. Ralph held the map for Ricky
and called out directions as Ricky sped around the twists and turns on this
road. His dick was soon very hard and as he turned the wheel each time, it
would bat the segments of the steering wheel with force because he had such a
big tool. He said it was sorta like beating it against the side of a bedpost.
While it felt good, he tried not to think about it, and therefore did not get
stimulated. For the first time since I had seen Ricky, he slowly began to lose
his boner. It was incredible to think he knew that in the back of his mind he
could flush sex out of his brain if he knew he had to; I had never thought I
would see HIM lose HIS boner that easily.
Now, once he had lost it for a few minutes, Ralph stared at it. Stared at it
long, hard. Ricky was aware of it and it came back to life. Ralph knew to quit
because the next thing we knew he might be swerving on the road thinking about
his sex drive rather than people drive... who knows what would happen? I still
had the utmost confidence in him, and he proved me correct. Ricky stopped and
put on a pair of Jams so he wouldn't have to look at his own tool, which seemed
to be begging for attention. Still he remained hard and when he got to Lakeland
he had to give it up.. he had simply creamed his Jams until they were so stiff
he could hardly move. We all stopped at a park for a few minutes, I offerred to
slurp the cum juice out of Ricky's Jams and he gave me no hesitation. Damn!
That was a lot of pre-cum! "Yeah.. I was thinking about Ralph molesting me," he
persuaded. Ralph kissed him and loved him for that remark. We all loved him. It
was hard to imagine that all these people were ever complete strangers to me.

As it turned out, this park had a skateboard area, and there were quite a few
kids and some teenagers out there on skateboards demonstrating their ability--
and in some cases, their LACK of ability. Ricky, Ralph and Marty soon made
their boards visible, and skated through the park wearing only Reeboks, Jams
and the necessary skategear, like helmets, kneepads and elbowpads... Ricky was
very fond of pink, and it rather made me feel good that he liked to flaunt his
feelings, even in public. Hell wasn't that the ONLY way to flaunt?
Anytime Ricky did a handplant his private area was very visible- I think he
planned it that way. Hell, since he never wore underwear anymore, it must have
always been that way!
Paul, Jeff Greg and I sat on a bench nearby, getting eyefuls of our brothers'
cocks every once in a while. They looked nice out there and they really stuck
out in the crowd. As we had been on the road though it didn't take long for
them to tire, and they were soon back in the van removing their gear. Actually
I was a little glad- they were starting to get attention from some other boys
in the park. They too might be gay but.. I don't think we could afford any more
excursions. Actually we didn't WANT any more excursions- we had all the love,
nurture and caring we could ever want right here in this van.
I took the elastic around Ricky's Jams and popped it the way I had done Ralph's
underwear when he was wearing it; it felt good to him. Now, since it had been
in the 90's outside, Ricky, Ralph and Marty were really sweating out the heat.
Moreso than we were. They smelled good. I liked that smell. God, suddenly how I
wanted to run my hands over Ricky... how I suddenly longed to have him call me
"brother" or something. Something besides "Karl"...
Suddenly those memories were behind me as I approached the seat where he and
Ralph were sitting.
"God, how I love you," he started with me. With someone else, I would have
expected to hear that line just before something like, "can I borrow some money
for..." and that would be the end of the "I love you's" for some time to come.
Thank God I wasn't straight, married.. 47 kids running around the house waiting
to be fed.. it wasn't in the cards for me and I knew it. In my lifetime I had
known a few "straight" men too that had cheated on their wives because they had
homosexual fantasies they were trying to fulfill... why were they married? What
kind of front were they trying to put up, rather than just to be themselves? I
didn't care now. It was all history.

I sat between Ralph and Ricky as we still sat out front of the skate park, just
outside of Plant City. Hell, we might even check out this area.. see what
living conditions were like around here before we went to St. Pete. Ricky
tugged at my arm and was about to make me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Hey bro, you wanna lick some of the sweat off my body? I know you like to do
that shit..
"Okay, sure thing. I'd love to."
I got with Ricky alone in the back. Jeff wanted us to get somewhere kinda
private so we could all get naked. So he drove us a little ways while me and
Ricky were making shit happen in the back. He was hot and sweaty.. and
pre-cumming. I went for his tool and took care of it first. But it seemed by
the time I got all the juice off and started on the backside of his balls, he
pre-came some more and so I just had to keep going back to it every once in a
while. He was smiling, smiling big too. Smiling like he knew something I
didn't. His tits were standing at attention- this invited me to tongue them too
and I did. We kissed. I loved exploring his mouth and he did mine too.. we got
so we did this more and more often, particularly since we were almost to where
we wanted to be- if not there.

Jeff had pulled another rabbit out of a hat and found a nice long desolate
road.  It was quiet and it was away from town. Ricky had shot several loads of
wet, salty semen into my mouth as I had carressed him to his peak. He sucked me
off then and it certainly didn't take him long.
Now I needed to say what was on my mind. I told everyone just what I was
looking for, in my mind's eye. I wanted to see if it was so much different from
what they wanted.
"What I want is a place all to ourselves. This is going to be hard as shit to
find because.. well, I want to go somewhere where we don't have to worry about
mowing lawns, shit like that. I know that after years of that shit you are just
as fuckin' sick of it as I am."
That got approving looks.
"I wanna live somewhere that if everyone wants to have a pee contest we don't
have to worry about cleaning it up when we're through. I want to go somewhere
that we can walk through our yard NAKED without worry of someone watching. I
can see this in my mind, and I feel like you all can too."
"I can," said Ricky
"Me too," said Ralph. "You think like we do."
"Very good!" Jeff commented. "I think you read MY mind on that one..."
I thought of something by the water. Hell if you got a house in the city,
people could see you. The mailman would deliver mail right to your front door.
I wanted something miles from town. I wanted to get a P.O. box for my mail.
Shit like that. Jeff liked the idea. Jeff seldom disagreed with anything I said
or thought, unlike with his father. Jeff was as open with me as he was with
anyone else. But of course, with their father they all had a side of themselves
they had to bury; now they could let it shine like the sun.
Paul's peter was buried deep inside Greg's ass. "I dare ya to move, I just dare
ya!" Paul was all hot and bothered. Greg began to wiggle the lower portion of
his body, Paul just stood there, his dick getting stimulated without even
moving.
"Neat!" Ricky said. "I'll have to try that sometime..."
Damn. Ricky was starting to get a little tan. It looked good. If only I could
follow suit, I thought.
"Ricky," I said.
"Huh?"
"Ya ever had any gay dreams, like at night?"
"Boy have I ever! I've had some good ones.. like one night I drempt I was
fuckin' the shit outta Ralph, and this was before we even knew about each
other!"
"Jesus, really?"
"Yep, he told me about it," Ralph said.
"Wild," I said. "You guys are really something."
"Heh.. yeah," Ricky said. "I know, I know. I love ya to rub it in, though..."

"Theres a lot of magic in the air," Jeff said. "There are great chances of us
finding just the place we're dreaming about miles and miles from a big city, if
we just look."
"Yeah, now that we're down here," Ricky added. "This is great man. Karl here
really knows his shit."
"You guys have really turned my life around," I said, wholeheartedly. "If Jeff
hadn't found me.. ohh the hell my life was going through.."
"Yeah.. damn," Jeff said. "I'll bet it was. Ours was too, and you helped change
ours as well. Like I said, theres a lot of magic in the air. Things are going
our way..."
"Even that flat tire was interesting," Ricky agreed. "I had a chance to well,
test myself..."
 "Ricky knows which side his bread is buttered on," Ralph said. "Doncha Ricky?"
"Hell yeah!"
"Oh, and speaking of knowing my shit.. that was pretty wild the other day,
Ricky... watching you shit like that."
"Oh.. you can do that any time you want."
"I know."
We exchanged smiles like they were going out of season. Then we followed it
with kisses.
There was a spot of dirt on the ground where there was no grass. Everyone got
out, circled around it, and pissed pretty much in the same area. The ground
couldn't soak it all up; it began to puddle as dry as this Florida sand was.

Anytime any of us wanted to hold a meeting so that all could hear, I was going
to order that operations be stopped long enough so that everything could be
discussed; I was acting counselor and liaison press agent and the job wasn't
easy; getting all this love in return was making it very tolerable.
We were going to spend the rest of this day doing nothing really- tomorrow we
were going to look around this town and try to find a place to call our own
here- we knew that if we found nothing here that we would in this state, there
was no way in hell we were going back to Georgia. All of us had always wanted
to go to Florida, now we were here and we felt more at home here with this van
in open space in Florida than any of us did in our homes back in Georgia. I had
an aunt that was probably going to wonder where the hell I was- fuck it. She
had her life, I had mine.
"You know what would be killer as shit right now?" Ricky cracked.
"What?"
"A weenie roast!"
"I don't want my weenie roasted!" Ralph yelled in his high-pitched, slightly
pre-adolescent voice.
That got us all rolling in laughter.
"I was just joshing... our weenies are going to be brown enough in this summer
sun anyway, if we can find somewhere to go to soak 'em."
"Damn right," I said. "That's why I want to be somewhere isolated. You know, I
really don't care if it's right beside the ocean or not, I just want to be
fuckin' isolated.."
"Hey, you know what might even be killer suntan oil, if you could stand the smell?" Jeff said.
"What's that?"
"Piss. Just lay in the sun til you feel warm, then let somebody pee all over
you. Rub it in, let it stay on there. It might block some of the rays out..."
"It's... it's an idea," I said.
"Yeah, yeah it is," Ricky said. "A damn good one. Shit, wish we could hurry up
and get somewhere. I'm about to die for a golden shower."
"What if it rained pee from the sky?" Ralph said.
"Hell no!" Ricky snapped. "You wouldn't know if it was girls or guys pissin'! I
don't want a girl pissin' on me!"
God, Ricky was about to crack me up. But shit, he was rational about it
alright.

I rubbed and massaged his bare back. God did it feel good to know this wasn't
the limitations of what I could do to him or any of the others at a moment's
notice. Oh to strip them bare and fuck their brains out... for them to strip me
bare and fuck me til I was raw... ahhhh.. and they will, soon.. as soon as I
get us settled.
We were afraid to really get super horny or super naked there, we didn't know
whose land this was or when they might happen by, so we all stayed in some form
of clothing throughout the night. Fortunately no one crossed our path and we
had a lot of heavy conversation going on.
"Ricky..." It was Ralph's voice.
"Watcha want dude?"
"Did you ever keep cum coated underwear in your locker?"
"Yeah. In my gym locker. I must have been the only one that didn't have a
locker mate."
"Did you cum in it every day?"
"Ralph, are you horny?"
"Yes."
"Yes, I shot off in it every morning before school, then I'd take 'em off and
heave them in my locker until that night. I liked to breathe them; they smelled
a lot like the locker room hanging in there all day."
"Fuck!"
Ralph was rubbing his excited penis through the fabric of his shorts. Ricky
wanted to verbally stimulate his rocks right off.
"I used to piss in the sink in the bathroom every morning and wipe my face with
it. Some people do that with water to wake them up, I used piss. Anyway..."
We were all eating up Ricky's truthful excursions with interest. Jeff didn't
know HALF of this ever happened. Suddenly he was mentally at one with his
little brother, taking deep breaths as he could only imagine seeing his brother
doing these things.
"I used to wish I could pee enough to fill up the bathtub and get in. That was
just a dream I had though. Anyway, I used to cream big globs of cum in that
underwear.. never washed it. The front of it was so hard from all the splatters
that it would probably act like a shield if someone tried to hit my balls..
heh.."
He was cracking himself up now.
"Heh.. yeah.. Mr. Cum Shield.. probably still have those things around
somewhere..."
And Ricky started pre-cumming.
That was all Ralph had to see. He was firing sperm ruthlessly. He rolled over
and sucked Ricky off. Damn, 300 miles and they hadn't left any of their
personal emotions behind. It was a miracle.
Ricky, you'll get your bathtub of pee, buddy.
As he flooded Ralph Manning's mouth with his young sweet juices, he started in
about that underwear again, which was in fact, packed in his suitcase.
"Hey Ralphy, remember Chuck Downey?"
"The basketball player? The one that was such a stud?"
"Yeah. I know I haven't told you this before and.. I'm sorry. We had a jackoff
session once and.. well, I asked him to cream that underwear too. Only I wanted
him to cream them at the butt.. not at the fly. I swear man, it was just a
jackoff session, nothing more..."
"Hey Rick," (Ralph was about the only one that ever called him "Rick", "that's
okay man.. it doesn't matter. But you got him alone?"
"Yeah. I have a bigger peter than he does! He had like.. six or so. Big balls.
Man was he ever gay. Even he thinks I'd look better with my hair as long as
Jeff's"
"Well, you would," I said, and that was it. These guys could live out their
personal tastes all they wanted now. Now that Mr. Harold Fraser was no longer
in their lives.
Me and Ricky did a brotherly handshake, which indicated to me that he was going
to follow through with growing his hair just the way he pleased. I envisioned a
"nature group", and I'll be damned if that wasn't what we were going to have.
It might as well be 1969, because these guys sure lived it. And I don't mean
the war, either. They lived the Woodstock trip without the drugs.

Ricky spent ten minutes going through his suitcase and came back with the
much-talked-about pair of jockey briefs. God, they were hard.. and they were
making me hard too! We all felt it.. and it made us all spring to attention.
Shit.. a years worth of teen sperm juice.. all dried and remaining in these
briefs. Sears & Roebuck Catalog, eat your heart out!
"Damn, I used to sneak peeks at that catalog!" Ricky said.
"We all did, twerp," added Greg. "That was how I got my jollies. But none of
them were ever as cute as you are now, Richard." With that, Greg lightly
tweeked Ricky on the nose. Ricky grasped for the hand, and kissed it lightly.
Greg then brushed his hand over Ricky's face. Damn, Ricky had a hint of peach
fuzz on that face.. a light light hair covering just like he had on his
stomach.. but not on his chest. There wasn't a hair within a mile of his chest
or ass.. but my God, around that tool... ohhh...
"Yep, Ricky is one little horny devil," I said.
About that time, Paul turned up the radio. They had caught the killer in the
church bus. He was in FBI custody.

"You want to know what I personally think we should do?" Ricky asked, seeming
to get my attention more with statements like that than anything else- because
as young as he was, he had some pretty damn good opinions.. and he would look
better with his hair longer.
"What's that, Ricky?"
"I think we should backtrack to Knights. That little town looked pretty
promising to show some quiet empty spaces if you know what I mean..."
"Dammit Ricky that was just what I was thinking!" Jeff bellowed. "Jesus, he
reads minds too, Karl. You better watch this kid."
Yep. It was a small town, smaller than Plant City or Lakeland and not all that
far away from cities.. or from where we were now. Right now for some reason I
just wasn't looking forward to some of the stuff I knew was to come, and I
didn't think any of the guys were either. Like dealing with somebody to try to
get land, to try to get a roof over our head, even if it were just a trailer or
something. Shit, and I'd be damned if we were going to SHARE a fuckin' place
with ANYBODY.. I wanted room so that if anybody got any urge to do ANYTHING, we
could do it. Zippo. In a nutshell. Everyone agreed. Poor Ricky was dying to cut
loose and piss on everybody, and I was dying to let him do it, too.. but, he
restrained himself several times. "'s okay," he said. "I'll just cherish the
hell out of it when I -can- do it..."
"Yeah... I know..." I grinned. We all held hands and just sat there. So that
was it... what I finally decided on from all this terrific input.. I'd look
around where we were just a little early tomorrow. Then we'd go back to
Knights, about ten miles northwest of where we were now. This was about as far
south as we were going to go and I was glad we decided now not to go to any
large towns. Maybe we weren't thinking as clearly when we decided on St. Pete.
This way, even if Ricky's mom WAS on the prowl.. heh.. eat me.

"Go Your Own Way" by Fleetwood Mac blasted out of Ricky's boom box. It was a
light enough song, we were all rockers at heart- ate drank and pissed rock 'n'
roll all the way. Ricky nearly shit a gold 2 by 4 when I told him I liked Guns
'N' Roses.. he thought they were sexy, but he thought Eddie Van Halen was
sexier. "Wish he'd play me like he plays that guitar," I added. To this, Jeff
pretended to finger a few chords on my leg which extended across his own as we
sat in the low grass.
"Do you play?" I asked Jeff.
"Yeah.. you see my Gibson?"
"No.. damn I play too."
"Shit! I had no idea!"
"Yeah... I can play your basic background, nothing fancy I don't guess," I
added.
"Here.." he handed me the instrument. It was electric, but I managed. Hell,
Ricky wouldn't have this. He went into his bag of tools, wires and soldering
irons and produced a hookup wire which he proceeded to hook to the back of his
boom box. Hell, there acted as a small amp! I entertained them for a while and
then turned it over to Jeff, who was impressed. Oh shit.. then here came Greg
with a fuckin' 12 string acoustic out of the back.. when the HELL did they pack
all these instruments without me seeing them?
"Holy fuckin' shit," Ricky said. He ate it up. We all did.
Soon it was late and we were all tired. So another night was spent in the van.
Interesting- not one single damn car - or anything else for that matter - had
gone down this dirt road since we had been parked here. We would investigate
this and other interesting things tomorrow at first light.
During the night, Ricky slept behind me with his dick near my asscheeks. He
must have had a wet dream... because later in the night he attempted to roll
over and away from me. The semen must have already dried because it seemed to
bond the end of his dick to one of my asscheeks, and I could feel it when he
started to roll over because it kinda stuck there. In fact, it woke me and I
sorta rolled over too! Ricky awoke because the tugging on his dick was enough
to bring him to his senses, and while it certainly didn't hurt, it certainly
got our attention.
"Err.. sorry dude," Ricky whispered, "I must have uh.. creamed on you.."
"That's okay dude," I whispered back, "you can cream on me some more if you
want."
Damn this got us both horny and now we were both hard. Ricky suddenly decided
not to roll over after all, but to force himself to stay in that position for a
while. I had created a mental challenge for Ricky and while we were both too
tired to fuck, he wanted to lay there some more now and see if he could cream
my ass some more. Now he was really starting to get the picture that nothing he
could do to me sexually or otherwise that he WANTED to do would be something
that I wouldn't LIKE. From now on, rather than just assume that I didn't like
something that he DID like, he was just going to test me. Hell the worst I
could do would be to say "no", and he KNEW it. See, he WANTED to cream my butt
like that. That's the way he was; it made him feel good to do it but if if
hadn't made ME feel good he'd be damned if he ever did it again. Yes, Ricky was
a real "pleaser". Seeing that his sticky gooey cock peeling off my butt didn't
upset me but seemed to make me have the same level of pleasure out of it in the
middle of the night only gave him persuasion to do it again and with fury. Shit
he might even cream twice as much this time.
I think one of his biggest fears was that since he was at one end of the
brotherly age spectrum and I was at the other, he was afraid that some of the
shit that he found amusing or sexually stimulating might do nothing but
irritate me or make me mad, this in light of the way Jeff had ignored a lot of
the stuff he used to do in the past, up until quite recently. Now, this night,
I was going to tell him different. I wasn't sure just how clear this was in his
head, but now, everyone else asleep and knowing it might be a few minutes
before Ricky could float away again because he was so horny, I was just going
to verbally outright tell him. That would put an end to the "testing" stages
and we could get right down to business.
"Ricky?"
"Yeah?"
"Listen man. Hey.. I know you're bushed. I'm bushed too. But let's... let's
slip outside like we gotta pee or something. I wanna talk to you just a
minute."
"Okay."
We quietly got out the side door of the van. There was a little commotion
inside the van, in fact I awoke Jeff who was quick to flip on a flashlight. It
was just after midnight and there was a half-moon outside.
"Jeff... just gonna talk to Ricky a minute.. we'll be back soon."
"Sure thing bro.." and off went the light. He offered to let us borrow it and
we did.
Well, to our favor, this shit even woke up Ralph. Joy, he needed to hear this
too. Some angel in heaven must have erased the sand-dust particles from his
eyes. We waved our hands to signal for him to come with us. Believe me, he
didn't seem to get out of that van fast enough.

We walked a little ways from the van so we could talk in normal tones without
disturbing the others. But it was dark and this was very unfamiliar territory
so we dared not venture far. Just about 500 or so yards to the edge of some
woods.
"I would rather both of y'all hear this since you are both well.. younger than
me. Ricky, I know you do stuff sometimes just.. well, kinda not knowing, 'is
Karl gonna like me doing this shit, or is he gonna hate my guts for it'.. just
like that.. sperm on my ass a while ago.."
Ricky nodded. He knew I was a respected elder, and he was trying to treat me
like one. I knew he couldn't treat me as a kid his age, nor did I expect him
too, but...
"I want you to know that you NEVER need to be afraid to do anything to me, ever
again. You and I.. and you, Ralph... are so fucking much alike that I'm sure
there isn't one damn thing you could do to piss me off. I read your vibes,
dude. What I mean is, you never have to ask me before you do ANYTHING, period.
I know you now well enough to know your thinking is as good as mine can ever
be. Ralph, you, same story."
"Damn man," Ricky said. "Jeff said something about reading his mind a while
ago. You must be reading mine now. Shit man, you mean sexually or what?"
"I mean sexually or ANY FUCKING THING."
"I swear man, you are the easiest fuckin' adult that I have ever found to get
along with, and I mean that."
He was buying into me now. He was reading me line for line, paragraph for
paragraph, verbatim etlitteratim.
"You know that shit when I through my underwear out the window man, and it
caused everybody else to do that shit? Do you know who the fuck influenced me
to do that?"
"Uh.. me?" Ricky said, dumbfounded.
"Damn straight."
"Naaaa..."
"Yes. Man, don't put yourself down. You have a fucking good... man, you know
it's always an uphill battle just being gay.. but hell.."
"I can read between the lines..."
"Can you?" I said, believing he could see just what I meant.
"Uh-huh. I thought I might've had something to do with you throwing them out.
But then I thought.. 'naah, the smell of the pee just got to him'..."
"No. It wasn't the pee. Feel my dick."
He reached over slowly. Both he and Ralph had a feel. I was rock hard.
"That's not coming from something inside my head. That's coming from being with
both of you.
"You mean.. you don't care if I wipe my spermy dick on you anytime I want?" Ricky requested.
"Hell yeah! I love your ass... I love both your asses, ok?"
We hugged. "Ok man, I'm sorry," Ricky said. "I guess I just.. kinda thought
that since you were older than we were.. you just.."
"Yeah... well?"
"I know better now. I guess Jeff kinda.. made me feel like all older guys were
like that. Hell, you sure erased that dusty chalkboard in my memory!"
"Good!"
And without hesitation right there, Ricky commenced to rub his sperm-coated
tool all over my waiting ass. Soon we headed back to the van and fell asleep,
and I personally knew Ricky was going to be showing more of himself to me in
the future.