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                       Summerday, Part V

It was morning. This was the start of our fourth day away from Georgia. This
was Saturday, and tomorrow would mark one week that I had been with the boys.
It would also mark one week that Ralph had joined the group. God if he hadn't
happened along when he did.. shit, the kid would be walking the Smyrna streets,
still. Or maybe given up and left on his own. Raped, murdered. Yep, dead. The
Frasers were there though. They were there for him, they were there for me. And
now we all felt like king shit.
Our discussion last night had henceforth made it rather official; Ricky and
Ralph were in my eyes as free to do anything as any other person in this group-
Harold Fraser had obviously never given much of a shit about his fine sons.
They seldom did anything with their parents, and they had seldom left town with
them. Of course as with all families, school should come first, but as the
saying goes, "all work and no play make Jack a dull boy." Or, Ricky too. Or
even Karl.
It was just after 8:30 and everyone was awake. It was immediately obvious that
what I had said last night had sunk in; Ricky immediately began doing something
he would not have otherwise done. Hell, it was pure interesting, too.. he went
into his suitcase (God, what all did he have in there?) and pulled out an 8 by
8 inch square glass, about 1/8" thick and the corners were dull, not sharp at
all. I looked at it and watched him. "Feel this surface," he instructed me. I
did, it was a little rough. I thought I knew what it was... yep.
"That's dried piss and sperm on there, man. Do you know what I used to use that
for?"
All his brothers were gathering around him now. They had never seen this
before, and they were understandably curious. Hell, he'd been messing around
with pee for so many years he was probably a piss connoisseur. He had begun
to get more attention since the time I had joined the family than ever before.

"What I do is this. You.. like syrupy pee, right Karl?" he continued. "Yeah..
you mean, thick like molasses?" "Sorta. Well, as thick as piss can get. Anyway,
what you do.. I have five more of these glasses. You can like take and piss on
one, you can't pee on it much 'cos it can't hold a lot. But in like a day or so
on a used glass like this, the pee gets real syrupy because the glass lets it
spread out evenly. It's kinda like, well.. how can I say this... taking hot
food out of a bowl to cool quicker. If you put the food on a plate instead of
in the bowl, air can cool it quicker because there's more air around it. The
same with the liquid in the pee.. it runs off and dries quicker on glass."
"What exactly does this accomplish?" Jeff asked, getting technical now.
"It gets the pee syrupy, like it gets on a floor," Ricky continued. "What you
end up with, once you get really horny, is something where you take the glass
like this," Ricky simulated wiping his dick on the surface of the glass to
smear the syrupy pee on his dick. "Then, this makes a good as shit lube, greasy
as hell.
"Now, if you wait TOO LONG, and say forget the pee is on there and the glass
stays still, in a day or two the pee is generally dry. What happens then is
that the dried pee makes the surface of the glass coarse, like sandpaper,
really, like this is now."
The glass was distinctly yellow, but the piss on it was dry.
"Sometimes that's good to lick, because it can be salty as hell."
"Cool!" I added.
"Yeah, it's cool. Like Ralph said, we've all been so busy we haven't had time
to share ideas. Now that can change."
"Sure can," I said and winked at Ricky.

A dog barking nearby now caught our attention, and we heard a horse whinny. We
loaded up, got back in the van and I started driving. First we looked down this
road; it dead-ended into a ranch-looking piece of property that I couldn't give
a damn about. There - in an open pasture across the way there were cows
grazing, and to our right was a horse behind a barbed-wire fence. We turned
around and went back, a little disgusted.
I had liked Ricky's piss-on-glass idea though and wanted to see him do it soon.
God, it seemed to be taking us forever now just to get somewhere where we could
settle down. But still we were willing to wait - until we found the right spot.
We had a tall order to fill and it wasn't going to be lickety split.
"Remember," Jeff said, "Rome wasn't built in a day."
We were getting near the end of this road now, not far from where it ran back
into paved highway. I was anticipating finding a pancake house or something and
getting us all fed before too long, but we'd have to scrounge around a bit to
find a place. Probably have to go back toward Plant City, unfortunately. I was
doing about 15 down this road. Hmm... here were two cute looking guys riding
horses down the road, shirtless. Brown, tan too. They didn't "look" like
country folk, they looked like young, daring... I was shy though and for a
split second I wondered somewhere in the back of my head if Ricky were brave
enough to say something to them.. about how they looked, or...
And then, he was rolling down his window about that time...
"Hey dudes... wassup?"
"Not a lot, tiger."
Tiger? TIGER???!!
Damn. They WERE grinning, too. Maybe I should... .. yeah. I followed Ricky's
impulse motion to stop. Something, for once, felt RIGHT. Not as right as
following Jeff to his house last week when we first met, but...

"Well, feel free to get out if you like," one of the strangers offered. "I hope
you rested well last night..." Ooops. We were found out. Maybe all was not
lost. But something was telling me to get out of the van rather than drive
away. I couldn't say for sure if they were gay or not...

"Damn little guy..." he said to Ricky, "you're cute. Real cute."

Now I was pretty sure.

We all got out of the van now. They dismantled the horses.
The two held hands, kissed.

Now I was DAMNED sure.

He read our license plate. "Damn you guys have come a ways." They may have been
fairly sure about us, but we were going to let them know, as they just did.
Ralph kissed Ricky, I kissed Jeff. Paul kissed Marty, and Greg.. Greg kissed
Jeff when I was through.
"Holy shit," the tallest one said. "We thought y'all might be.. gay! Damn!"
It seemed I was ready to start talking.

"Is all this your land?"
"No... this belongs to my parents. I was just coming by to see mom a little
while while dad was out of town. Oh- I'm Phillip and this is my lover, Adam."
We shook hands and I introduced the others. Ooops.. could only be too careful.
Adam was 32 and Phillip was 33. If they knew these juveniles weren't going to
go to school.. ooo! I bit my tongue thinking of what might happen if they found
out.
"We live out on the coast, at Clearwater," they said. I did explain our
situation and what kind of privacy we were looking for. I was hoping they knew
the area around here better than we did and could maybe point us in a better
direction.
"Not around here, you don't. I don't want you to think I'm biased, but there
are some great places in Clearwater that just might be what you're looking for.
If you want wide open spaces, Clearwater has them on the waterfront. Tampa's
too crowded; has been for years."
"Thanks.."
"Hey, no problem," Phillip said. "Sorry, I was just admiring you guys, you look
like you are one big happy family.."
"We are," Ricky chided, "and we love it."
"That's good," Adam said. "I'm from San Francisco, and there are a lot of
people over there that really band together like that. Karl, keep these guys in
line!"
"I will.."
.. and with that we all got back in the van and left. Damn those two were
cuties... and they seemed to know what they were talking about, too.
I held Ricky close for a moment, wrapping myself around his head, rubbing his
hair like he was only three or four instead of nearly seventeen. He would be in
October. They didn't offer us to stay and eat, good... that was understandable.
I was sure he had good reason; who would want to drag 7 total strangers in on
some poor woman? Heh.. it was probably better that we were on our way, we WERE
hungry.

Breakfast for me turned out to be two over easy, bacon, grits and toast. We
found a Denny's restaurant going into Plant City. We looked at a map and found
that we were in a good spot if we wanted to go check out Clearwater. I wasn't
going to ignore free advise from someone who knew where they were; all we knew
were city names, not what was in them.
Hell, meeting those two may have sped up our game plan a little.. who knew? But
they just might have held the answer.
By a quarter after 10 we had finished and Greg put the van on Highway 92 West.
Ricky wanted to talk some with me. Hell man, I knew this was going to happen
and I was looking forward to it. It was like after that talk last night, I had
sorta let him rediscover me and Ralph had too.
I was sitting there and I had a boner that just would NOT go away. "Tall peter
there, Karl!" Ricky boasted. "It's so tall I could skateboard down the side of
it, like this," and he took his fingers and slid them down the bottom of my
cock, right down the circumcision scar, and tapped my balls. "I'd do a
handplant here, catch a little air so I could get enough momentum to go back up
the pipe," and eased back up my dick as he had come down. Ralph looked on,
getting harder. Actually he had all his brothers watching, except for Greg. He
seemed to be commanding their attention more these days. Maybe they realized he
didn't have shit for brains or something.
"Oh man," Ralph said, "I gotta take a wicked shit..."
Greg found a McD's really quick. Good. Ricky got a large Coke while Ralph went
to shit. "Wait a minute, Ricky," I thought, "what's your game plan here buddy?
You haven't pissed all fuckin' morning, you go in, get a large Coke at Denny's,
don't piss there, come in here two hours later, get another large Coke.. why
are you building it up little boy?"
I didn't say anything, I knew he had a reason. I'd know what it was soon
enough, but I knew the guy had to be bursting at the kidneys, already.
Ralph was done and we went back to the van.
Hell, I was going to joke about it, but not in front of the others.
"Hey Ricky.. I betcha gotta pee really bad, dude... heheh.."
"How do you know?"
"Guess."
"I do. I'm about as loaded now as I was when I flooded us at your house."
"Just curious.. what.. are you gonna do? Or do you wanna keep it a secret?"
"Well.. I don't really know to be honest. I'm just HORNY as shit today, and..
you know how the road's been."
"Yeah.."
Hmm.. why wasn't he sure? If he didn't do something with it before long, he was
going to be in pain. We rode along and he just kept sipping along on that Coke,
sharing a little of it with Ralph... Damn, had Ralph pissed? Yes.. unless.. he
just went in there solely to shit.. could he...?

We were in a town called Dover.
"Hey Greg.. pull over up here, willya?" it was Ricky. I knew he had something up
his sleeve and it had to do with piss. It had been just about an hour since he
forced down the Coke.
I had ideas now. I could almost see it coming. We were all getting fed up with
the road, we had seen sooo much pavement and our butts were so sore from
traveling.. and if he was going to do as I thought... an all-out, full scale
piss shower... I'd allow it. I would now, it had been too fucking long. He
pulled over. Greg thought he had to just piss in the woods. He did, but someone
else was going to be involved. He instructed us to get near him, we did.
"Now, I wanna ask you all a question before I do something," he said. "I want
you to tell me if you have EVER seen one person piss as much at one time as I'm
about to do here now.. all over you!"
And he directed his stream up, shooting it several feet in the air, raining
back down in our hair. It instantly brought smiles to everyone's faces. I was
standing there watching him, timing him with a stopwatch. I knew I'd eventually
get to see how long it took him to piss, even if he was just going to do it on
the ground. One minute, still going. Two minutes, getting slower, still going,
going on my bare feet, going on his bare feet. Two minutes forty-five, dying,
still streaming. Three minutes, pissing enough to spray himself belly-button
high. Three minutes twenty seconds - dead. Man, that was good. We were all
drenched, but we were all happy and licking our bodies. We had all managed to
catch a good deal in our mouths when it was raining, too. It was wild as hell
and it made me think of shades of being back in the living room on the last day
we were in that house...
The van seats were vinyl, so we wouldn't hurt them that much, I thought.. heh..
when we all got in the van, we found ourselves purposely brushing against each
other, wiping and dripping some pee on each other. Hell I almost voided my own
warrant, but.. still, we DIDN'T pee on the van.. we pee'd OUTSIDE the van, we
just.. happened to bring a little of it inside.
"When did you decide to do that?" I asked Ricky.
"Oh, couple minutes before I told Greg to pull over. My bladder nearly bit the
big one... heheh..."
"Hahahahahah!"
"Yeah.. I won't do that shit again real soon... but God, how long was I good
for again?"
"Three minutes, twenty seconds."
"Shit on a horse!"
"No, shit on a frog if you have to.." I said.
Damn, there we were. We were intertwined again, and we couldn't help ourselves.
We all drew together, and Jeff flailed his hair in our face, slinging more pee
out of it. Damn, I could smell it too. "Your pee smells so good Ricky.."
"Yep, sure does," he added.

Now that we had eaten we made up our minds we were going straight to Clearwater
now, with no more interruptions. That skate park back there was rad; we were
all hoping there might be one in Clearwater now so the boys would have
somewhere to go skate. We had ridden this far; another fifty miles wasn't going
to kill us.
Suddenly realizing I hadn't had a turn, sitting beside Ricky now I started
rubbing my hands over his body and under his armpits -  ahhh! I breathed his
wild boy-sweat as heavily as he had breathed Ralph's, loving it just as much.
"I keep getting pictures in my head of them the first day Ralph was there.. and
how quick Ricky calmed him down," Paul said. "It was like magic. One minute
Ralph was shaking, next minute.. calm."
"Yeah, I can imagine," I said. I let Ricky sit in my lap. God, I suddenly
thought- I wished he could sit there for hours. My biggest problem was that I
didn't seem to ever get ENOUGH of these guys. It was apparent that I could
never get tired of being with them- hell, who could tire of luxury, of heaven..
of sipping a cool drink reclining under an umbrella on Cloud Nine? Shee!

As Ricky sat on me now, I began rubbing his leg.. why was it that everytime I
began rubbing his leg it always led into something sexual? We never could be
satisfied just sitting there rubbing- the last time we tried it we ended up
fucking. I was horny now, but in a relaxed sense- I really didn't want to do
anything sexual.
It was obvious Ricky felt this way too, he began to rub my leg too. Tickled me
under the arms. Shit. He had a very youthful look- one might swear he might be
Ralph's age. I started messing with his titties with both hands, one on each
tit.
"Uh... now if you start doing that I might have to fuck the shit out of you. I
think my dick is doing good staying limp..."
It obviously was, his Jams were not protruding in the front. If it were stiff,
one would know it instantly. Greg yelled back that his hands were so sticky now
from Ricky's pee that they were sticking to the wheel a little. He couldn't say
he didn't have a firm grip, now could he?
Sitting here now, it was making me curious.. could I verbally talk Ricky into a
boner? Hmmm.. shit, let's awaken the cougar and see if that's possible...
"God Ricky, your tube is so big," I started, slowly, sexy, sounding horny as
shit. "You have the best looking body too, you're going to be so tan."
"Oooo! This sounds like hot conversation," he said. He shifted his position. He
wasn't ASKING for it, but he was getting it.
"You do. And your hair is going to be so long.. damn. You know you got a lot of
hair around that long, hot throbbing tool too.. Ooo.. so long, and when you
shoot man.. it's incredible to see you shoot. I'm damn fucking serious.

And it was rock hard. The lower part of those Jams were just about up to his
elastic. I reached around and popped that band. "Ooo. So hot. Such a wild stud,
too."
"Grrr.. Karl you must want a load..."
"Oh, I do! You put out the biggest loads.. and that sperm cup you had back
home.. what an awesome idea..

Now I was about to get a dose of my own medicine.

"Well Karl," Ricky said, rubbing my leg in rhythm, "you're awesome too. You
have the hottest loads. Sweet as honey. Right now you've sorta got me horny as
shit." His voice was slower like he was really super horny now. I rubbed his
chest slow, I looked down to see a little moist spot on his Jams at the
dickhead. "I'm honestly in the mood to totally and completely molest somebody,
somebody really not so far away from me right now. Damn, my dicky is stiff.."
"Yeah, I kinda noticed that," I said as he said he could feel mine kinda
pressing on him too.
"Have you ever pre-cum so much that you saw it drool down your leg?" I asked.
"Oh, hell yeah," Ricky said. "Several times. I was awful about it at Ralph's
when I'd go over in the summer wearing shorts, loose shorts like these. This
was after I quit wearing underwear. It was hard to hide the boner, let alone
the sperm. I still remember this one Monopoly game..."
"Oh, I do too," Ralph chimed in.
"You knew?"
"How could I miss something as big as a ten inch snake coming out of the grass?
"Heh.. damn. Wish you'd done something."
"Thought you were straight. I saw the cum.. you know what I was tempted to do?"
"What, Ralph?"
"If you hadn't wiped it away when you did, I thought.. I might let it keep
streaming and when you least expected it, I'd get some on my finger and taste
it. But even then I knew you'd know what I was doing. I was afraid of being
called a queer then for some reason, and I thought you might leave and not come
back."
"Damn," Ricky said. "I'm sorry. Yeah I wished I'd let it stream too."
"That's okay dude," Ralph said. Ricky was doing it now and it was drooling down
his leg. Ralph stuck out a finger, and got some on the tip. Licked it off.
"Good shit..."
"You know, Karl," Ricky continued, "I wonder if I could stand the strain long
enough to sit here horny as shit like I am now and see just how much jism I can
put out.. see if it starts coming out like pee.. y' know?"
"Yeah.. but don't let it get unbearable."
"It won't, I'll just ignore it. It came out like pee the day I drove," and
Ricky lost his Jams. He wanted to see the physical evidence. Well there was a
drop on the head now and he was still stiff; Ralph leaned over and began
playing with his tits, I played with his hair and began styling it for him, as
he left a piece of paper directly under his dick to catch all the falling
debris. Well, soon, after all this fondling, we began to hear a little tinkle
and I saw a smile widening on Ricky's face.. several drops hit the paper and he
coaxed his cock inside his prostrate like he had done before, this caused a
spurt of cum to splatter out. Ralph still teased his nipples and teased his own
a little too; well this was just too much for Ricky, seeing Ralph tease his
own, and a larger spurt came out his cock. Ricky began turning red in the face;
he was turning himself on like hell. All that, plus I started verbally coaxing
him some more too.
"Damn, you are so fucking cute, Ricky. You are a damned fox. You are the
wildest fuckin' animal in the jungle."
"Yeah.. yeahhhhh..." Ricky said, and he had a nice flow of juice coming out
now. The paper was just about saturated and it began to glob up a little. Hell
could he pre-cum. "Yeahhh Karl. You are a fuckin' dream man. This is damned
awesome as shit.. ahhh.." and I would swear he was able to do another sheet the
same way. Ralph took the first sheet 'n' smeared it all over his own chest. He
looked all sticky and sweet. Damn though, it was almost unbearable for Ricky
now, and I went with him to the back and he gave me the best damn fuck he had
ever given.
Paul had been timing him. "Do you realize that little motherfucker pre-came for
a solid twenty minutes?"
"Whoa!"
"Yeah, and he only fucked Karl for thirty seconds and he shot off."
"Jesus Christ!"
"Don't fuck with me, I'm dangerous," Ricky jested.
"Damn right you are," I said with passion. Ricky looked in the mirror; he liked
the way I fixed his hair and he wanted to wear it like that, in bangs rather
than the skate cut he had. He felt like a "nature boy".. hell, now we all felt
like nature boys.

A large thunderstorm set us back a little bit- we had to pull off the road
because it was raining so hard we couldn't see. Ricky said he saw lightning hit
a palm tree not far away. It was getting close, but not close enough that we
were really panicking over it.

The Fraser family was originally from Georgia and everyone in this van had
grown up in Georgia; Ralph had left it when he was 5 because his father had
gotten a brief job transfer; brief because the job didn't work out and they had
ended up moving back, into a newer neighborhood than when they had left. Ralph
had of course been too young though to really remember any of this very well,
except that their trip to Los Angeles, California by car was very long-- and
very hot! Also he was too young to remember if he had seen any really "choice"
dudes out there... but then of course that really didn't matter now. He had all
he ever wanted right here within an arm's reach of him, and he was never going
to let go. None of us were.
Now that I thought of it, the Grogin's had never really been that strict upon
me; my brother who was now in Tennessee was always musing me about women-
joking about the fact that he had always had a fish and I didn't. Fish smell;
heh- all the fish that I had ever known seemed to want to swim away from me
anyway, and I'd swim away just about as fast. It never really had bothered me
because I had always held something remotely in the back of my head in my
younger years that I might be gay, but five seconds after thinking it I
rejected the idea and went on thinking about other worldly aspects, referring
to sex as solo masturbation only in the morning and at night; I thought of it
during the day but never really had thought of love in the picture- it seemed I
stayed puzzled a long time as to who I wanted to love. Finally, I got the big
picture- if I was going to fantasize of sex with a guy, I was going to want to
satisfy him as much before/after the act as I was DURING the act; finally I was
able to see life without JUST the act, and this was all it took to light the
lifespark that I needed for true faithfullness to any companion I may choose,
which would hopefully last a lifetime.

The bond between these brothers was constantly obvious because as I said, they
were always doing something to turn the others on and would stop at nothing.
They used to stop at pissing, until Ricky had gotten them so involved with it
that they began to realize that it made no sense to stop until you have arrived
at your fullest potential for sexual stimulation. Boy, they sure didn't.

"Do you know what?" Jeff said to me.
"What's that?"
"I don't know if there will ever be any way to repay you for everything you
have done. It seems that the only way to even start is to do what we have done-
refer to you as family. If you can even begin to think of anything else,
please, PLEASE.. tell me."
"Jeff, I swear man, I can't think of anything.. just.. other than to be.. shit,
yes I can too but its nothing that would involve you."
"What is this of which you speak?"
"For me to legally go to a court of law before a judge and have my last name
changed to Fraser."
"This is true.. this sounds like a good idea.. but it doesn't matter what your
last name is to us. To us it might as well be Fraser now."
"He's right," Ricky agreed. "Don't worryt your pretty little head with stuff
like that.. legal arrangements and all. You'll always be hip with us, brother."
He smiled. I had just heard the best words that I had ever heard from anyone.
Better than the pay raise I had gotten last fall, and the promotion the spring
before that. Hell, it doesn't get better than sitting on top of the world.
"You couldn't be more right, Ricky. I don't want to think of legal hassles
right now. All I want to do is get us a place. Shit man, I was just dreaming,
but you guys are all in this dream. I wouldn't have it any other way."
"Karl," Ricky said, "don't ever let anyone tell you that you're not the most
killer, the most fuckin' awesome.. the most radical.. little boy in the fuckin'
world. Or we'll whoop their ass!"
Laughter was abound, and we rocked and rolled all the way into Clearwater.
We weren't all that far now, either.

"You know when I was in fifth grade," Ricky started, "I had a kid piss on me. I
don't think he knew what he was doing to me. See, we were just in the bathroom
standing side by side at urinals, I pissed in mine, and he started in his.
Well, when he got his stream going good, he pulled away from it and started
aiming at my dick. He soaked my dick and it went all down in my underwear and
wet my balls. We were just kids, and like I said I think he thought he was
being mean. This was a guy that threw rocks at me at what we called recess,
he'd shoot spitballs at me.. you know the type."
"Yeah," I said. "Probably the kinda guy that likes to snake people."
"I'll pretend you didn't say that."
"Why?"
"I used to snake people. It was cool."
"Can you do it now?"
"Hell yes," and he snaked a few times. He hit Ralph once, and Ralph snaked him
back. It seemed they used to snake each other all the time.
"What really used to urk the shit outta Ralph," Ricky said, "I'd be over at his
house doin' homework. Ralph would look over at his math book or something at a
problem. Then I'd snake the book."
"Yeah, and I would never expect it," Ralph said. "Man when you'd snake me on
some of those summer afternoons when we didn't have on a shirt," Ralph said,
"it would feel so cool trickling across my back, after you'd suck on ice
cubes."
"Yeah man," Ricky added, "and it wouldn't freeze you because my mouth would
warm it up a little.. hot DAMN those were good times when our.. parents..
weren't.. around..."
Ricky looked at me.
"Why- why can't these times be just as good?" I said.
"Hell Karl, they're better, man! It was just.. those were weird times. We were
in 7th grade and we had just perfected the art of snaking the shit out of each
other.. it was pure hell compared to sitting in this van and riding all these
miles!"
"I was kinda hoping it might be.."
"Well, you're right, it is.. and it's like Ralph said, I'd want to be anywhere
with you guys, as long as I was with you guys.."
"I'm sure we all feel the same way," Paul said, "and I agree with you. And
since I was a high school junior when you were in seventh grade, it was pretty
bad for me too, Ricky. Hell, you probably don't know this and.. I know Karl
doesn't. When I was getting ready to graduate from high school, dad was hot on
me to enlist in the Navy. Our cousin Tony went to the Navy, but Tony was
straight.. anyway, I kept leading him on like I might just so he'd shut up
about it, and what does he do? Every friggin' week it's 'have you signed up
yet? When's the date? I'm really proud of you, son'.. etc.. when I finally
graduated without going, he went into a 'silent' rage.. he wouldn't talk to me
for a week."
"That's just like I remembered it," Jeff said. "He saw me as the 'hippie', so
he never pressured me. Hell it would have flipped his ass out if all I had done
was get a simple haircut..."
"It looks good," I added. Jeff smiled. "Thanks, 'dad'."
"Did you mean that?"
"Of course..."
"I mean, the 'dad'."
"Welllll.. do I? I guess I do.. you're the closest thing to a dad we'll ever
need. You might be a year older, but.. hey. What do we call you.. dad?..
brother..? Karl..?"
"I kinda like 'brother' best..."
"Well, so be it! Brother it is!"
He took his hand and pulled the hair back from his face. I helped him.
"Send Her My Love" by Journey came on, and I thought about the two years that I
had worked at Kroger. For about five minutes while that song was on and
immediately after, my mind reeled back into my own personal and jaded past.
Ralph and Ricky were dozing, Paul was reading a newpaper.. everyone was in
their own world for the moment. I thought about Steve Perry. I thought about
Jeff Spicoli, the character in "Fast Times at Ridgemont High." Yeah. Jeff
looked a little like that. A little? Hmm.. I wondered if he had seen that
movie. "Yeah, I have. I kinda thought it sucked. Only decent part is where this
kid was on the john stroking it, and his sister comes in and catches him. Sean
Penn sucks anyway and he didn't play that big of a part for it to really
matter..."
"Yeah. I know. Maybe if the movie had spent a little more time on the actual
Spicoli prototype," I said.
"Exactly, exactly. Maybe bury your nose in it just a little."
"Rub your face in it?"
"Yeah... heh heh.."
It was just after 3 and we were near an airport North of Tampa, about to get on
State Route 60. It was warm in the van, and for once none of us were really
outstandingly horny, I think we knew we were just about "home" and that we were
saving up some of our hormone juices. Well, picture this scene. Ricky was to my
right, Ralph was to my left sitting next to the window on these benchlike
seats. We were all nude, but we knew we were going to slip into something soon
so we could check out this town bofore nightfall. Ricky pee'd himself, just a
little. He barely pissed on his balls and rubbed some into his stomach. It
geeks me out. I don't know why, maybe it was because it always geeks me out to
see someone do something like that from out of the blue.
"Ricky?"
"Huh?"
"I want.. I want just a little shot of that..."
Ralph shifts his vision from the window to looking at us.
"What? I thought you said.."
"I know, I just want a quick shot, if you can, not a.. not a flood."
"Wha'.. like I just gave myself?"
"Yep.."
"OK, here goes..."
Spurt! Spurt! He quickly tried to fire some shots my way, trying to avoid
spraying anything but my chest. It rolled slowly down my stomach. I got some on
my hand and rubbed it onto my hardening dick. Shit, this was stiffening Ricky
up just like clockwork.
"Well, what do you expect asking for my pee and just.. sittin' there rubbin' it
in? You're gonna have my ass horny if you don't stop."
Hell, the perfect song was coming on now. "Summer Breeze" by Seals and Crofts.
"I love this song," Ricky said.
"Me too."
"Ricky, did you ever subscribe to Thrasher Magazine?" I asked.
"You know, funny you should should mention that.. I wanted to, but my dad sorta
got mad at the mere mentioning of the idea. I'd buy one now and then- they're
all back there in one of my bags with all my other mags I had that I hadda hide
all the time.."
"Oh shit. I know how that is."
"You do?"
"Yeah. I hadda hide shit all the time too. That's no fun."
We kissed.
"Hell yeah, Karl. Damn.. Jeff! Did you go on a treasure-finding mission last
week or something? You sure as hell found a pot o' gold!"
"Heh heh," he chuckled. "I know, I know. I never win anything, either. If
there's 1000 chances and I buy 999 tickets, somebody else would have the
1000th... the winner."
"Riiiight," I said.
"Oh shit, Karl, hang on," Ricky said, got up and went to the back of the van.
He came back with some pictures, old pictures of him and his brother that he
managed to remember to grab before we left. Some were framed, some were loose
and in envelopes. Damn, yeah.. there were some of those shots of Ricky at
around age 10.. you could really see those freckles in those shots. There was
Greg, at about age four, with his six-month-old brother Ricky at that time..
there were about 40 or 50 pictures altogether, every one of them treasure-trove
I'm sure. "That reminds me," said Jeff and got back there and drug out an ALBUM
FULL of pictures. "Damn, who took all these?" I said.
"Well, just about everybody," he said, showing me Mr. and Mrs. Fraser, as they
were about ten years ago. Ralph had a picture of his mom and dad in his wallet,
which he showed me. Then I in turn showed pictures of my parents too, and my
aunt. That reminded me, I thought, my aunt should be getting back to the old
homestead today. She would have to pay 100% of the payments on the house now if
she wanted to stay there; before I had moved there with her she had talked
about getting an apartment; in the hastenly scribbled note that I left her I
told her not to worry, and to buy that fancy apartment she wanted so bad since
I wouldn't be there with her anymore. I told her that I might give her a call
soon but that I wasn't making any promises, case closed. She was the last pawn
in the chess game that I wanted to leave behind.
We were having some fun now, this was nice country in Florida and some of the
best spots of it we'd seen.
"So, little Ricky used to drool down his leg, oh my," I started.
"Errr.. don't start Karl, or I will be."
"Oh, well this is just what I want," I persisted, "to see little brother
trickle cum down his shaft with it so hard and mean, yes."
Damn, I could see the damn thing rising right before my eyes, him sort of
internally throbbing it as it went up! It was rock hard in less than a minute
and drooling shortly thereafter.
"Damn man, like, wowzers, lets see a little semen flowing nice and soft
there.." I kept on, talking as if to a group of kindergarten children.
It drooled. Plunk, plunk, plunk it starting dripping on the vinyl seat.
"Shit man, you sure know how to work on little brother," Ricky said. "Little
brother likes the sound of your voice and little brother wants to get his dick
hard for you."
Ralph watched intently, starting to fondle his tool. Ricky was
hard as a granite pole. I had sweet-talked him up. I reached down to his slimy
pole that he had coated with a little pee and had allowed it to stay there. It
felt good, and it seemed to stiffen the more I felt it. "Oh damn.. to have
someone else touch my meat.. ahhhh."
I stroked it a minute or two, then got down and let him bobble back and forth
on the edge of the seat and face-fuck me. As he got close to the edge, his
asshole stuck out over the edge of it, and I could see it a little as he spread
his legs a little wider. I took a finger and slid it up there slowly.
"Aaaawwwww... daaaaaamn... Fuuuuuck..."
And he was riding that seat like a bucking bronco, in and out of my face. Ralph
was stroking his meat fiercely now.
This had everyone playing with their meat. Greg had to pull over somewhere and
fucking stop the van because we were turning him on too much. I could taste the
piss on that dick... damn it was good.
I pulled off that dick quickly and tongued down around his asshole. Shit this
was the first time this had ever been done to him, and he loved it. "Ooo,
you're tickling the hell out of that down there.." and I quit and went back to
the bucking dickhead. In another 15 seconds, he was shooting more wet salty
semen into my mouth. I wanted every drop and somehow I was able to catch and
hold every drop.
He fell back on the seat, red-faced from horniness and smiling. Smiling an
almost perverted-looking smile. The happiest smile he had ever had because he
knew I was satisfied as well as he was. We kissed, I gave him part of his wad.
"Mmmmm. Damn that's good man. I don't ever know what that dick's capable of,
but everything it puts out tastes good."
"It's like a candy store in your lap," Greg said, sucking me now.
"Sure as fuck is," Ricky retorted.
"Have you ever pissed a big glass of pee, taken it and drunk it all at once?" I
asked Ricky.
"Yeah, yeah I have. It was a wild feeling man, seemed to make me feel a little
light headed. I went right from there to fucking Marty, and it felt different,
it felt more.. uppish.. hehh.. you know those red tumblers we have?"
"Yeah.."
"It was one of those, full of pee.. hee hee.."
"Shit!"
"I drank it real fast, as fast as I had ever drunk anything, I guess. The taste
was wild. Damn, I should just try recycling it every now and then, y'know?
Drink it, and then drink it again when it comes out the next time!"
"Yeah.. that's an idea. One thing I tried and didn't like," I said, "was
drinking it 'on the rocks'. It's bad cold like that."
"Damn Karl!" Ricky exclaimed. "Just how much alike ARE we, anyway bro? I tried
that too, and I couldn't stand it either."
"Those sperm shots were delicious, though," I said.
"Yeah they were," Ricky added, "and long too. Man, I felt those things.. I felt
'em belt outta my dick.. ummmm.."
"Yeah... fuck you're awesome," I said and hugged and kissed him as Greg took my
load. I hugged and kissed him, loved him as he got up and went back to the
wheel. Another mile or so and I saw a sign: "Clearwater - 10 Miles."
"And damn, your dick can belt out, Ricky."
He giggled and so did Ralph, who rubbed Ricky's hand before holding it.
Ricky lifted the hand and kissed it.

"We might even have to sleep in the van again tonight," Paul said. "I don't
care."
"None of us do," Marty said. "That night with you guys in the dark when it was
pouring rain and listening to Ralph and Ricky.. shit! Nothing can replace
that!"
"I'm glad I wasn't the only one that felt that way, Marty!" Greg said. "My
boner never went down until Marty sucked me."
"Well, I might just see to it that we do stay in the van if there's nothing
immediately available.. so you guys hate motels?"
"No, we don't hate motels," Jeff said, "its just way cooler this way."
"Way cooler? I haven't heard that one since I read it in Thrasher," Ricky said.
"I read Thrasher too," Jeff informed him
"Really? Shiiit!"
"Yeah, there's some tan-as-hell skaters in there.."
"Yeah... I know... wild man. You ever get off on one of my Thrashers?"
"Yeah, sure did.."
"Christ."
Jeff drew Ricky near and spent the remainder of the drive time into the heart
of Clearwater with him. It looked great, Ricky's head on Jeff's shoulder and
holding Ralph's hand. Ralph let it go though and started to draw circles around
Ricky's tit. Ralph squeezed Ricky's butt a little.
"Hey lil' dude.. want some booty?"
"Naah.. I was just admiring your butt.."
"Heh.. well yours is cute too," he said and squeezed it.
"I got off on one of your Thrashers man and creamed all over the cover..." said
Jeff.
"Dammit, I wondered whose cream that was... it was so sticky man... know what
bro?"
"What?"
"I got off rubbing my hand over your cream shot and thinking about who might
have done it.. ooo.."
"Yeah.. well, now you know.. heh.. and I loved it."
"Yeahh.. now I know.. ooo, oo, ooo.."
I was listening intently and messing with myself a little. "Stand up, lean
forward with your butt in my face," Marty said from one seat behind. I did as I
was told and he leaned over the seat and stuck his index finger in my butthole,
wiggled it around and pulled it out. "Damn, you're tight," he said.
"I know.. you wanna stretch me out a little?"
"I will tonight, I promise you that, you beautiful... grrrrr!"
Damn!

And there it was: "CLEARWATER CITY LIMITS."

It was just after six and it looked like a nice enough place, too. We had
crossed a lot of bridges and we knew the water was practically all around us,
but we had to find the perfect place for us. The place where we could walk
around and leave our weenies out. Did it exist, or were we just dreaming?
If we were going to go out to eat again, we could use a shower. Heh.. we soon
found a swimming pool/tennis court leading into a subdivision that,
fortunately, had a shower area. It too may have been members only, but we
didn't want to swim. This raised another question in my mind. Who here DID KNOW
how to swim? Ricky and Ralph hung out at the pool, so I was correct in assuming
they could. Jeff did, Marty and Paul had done it some but couldn't go
underwater quite yet, and Greg was a swimmer in high school. I knew how to too,
and had done some diving with a mask but not with a diving board. Good- no
novice swimmers here.
We showered and went to Shoney's for a hot meal