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Summerday Part VI We were all fed well at Shoney's and left burping as we all got into the van. Another characteristic of Ricky's that soon bled down the line: he seemed to be allergic to a lot of deodorants, therefore lately he seldom wanted to wear any. He didn't smell bad, in fact the other brothers as well as I were intimidated occasionally by a guy that smelled, had hair soaked from the sweat of a good workout, etc.. so we found ourselves never wearing deodorant anymore. I myself had had rashes and breakouts from some deodorants, so it was justified. The cheap Mennen Speed Stick that Jeff used was soon tossed into the dumpster by Jeffrey Lee Fraser himself; the "Lee" had come from his Uncle Lee on his mother's side of the family. Downtown was a little to bustling for us to hang around there long. We were curious as to whether or not there was a certain gay section in this town, but we really didn't care one way or the other. We felt certain that there was, but we weren't going to take time right now to go look for it; if we stumbled across it we just would- we were looking for privacy, not a community of onlookers- and we had great prospects of finding it. We made our way through town, taking our time. It was about 6 when we went through what had to be a gay section - there were cute young dudes leaning against the walls of some of the buildings. Some even waved at us. One flashed us- we just kept going. Ricky did moon a couple of them; it was a wild pass throught town as we all kinda marveled at Ricky. When he pulled his butt back down from the window, Ralph kissed it and I spread his asscheeks and smelled his hole. Mmmm! Greg drove us about five more miles toward a waterfront and stopped the van just off the road toward the beach. There was a small parking lot here and there were a couple of other cars parked here. "Damn," I thought without hesitation, "straight city. Shit!" I just knew I'd see some fish somewhere around here coated with Coppertone.. and not necessarily the kind swimming in the water. I began to feel nauseated. "What's the matter with YOU?" Marty said. "You look like you just saw a pig fly." "No," I said, "I just feel like this is probably 'fish city' and you'll see.. women everywhere... gag.." "Now, wait a damn minute," Jeff said, "calm down. I don't see anyone here yet, not even.. a dude.." "Yeah, I see some dudes," Ricky uttered. "Look, over there, on top of that boulder..." Yep, there were some dudes sitting on top of a rock, about 1000 yards from us, off to our right on top of a large boulder just off the shoreline. They appeared to be dudes anyway... "Nope, don't see any fish yet," Ricky said, sounding more hopeful. "Karl, there's a rusted-out sign over there, see if you can make it out, I can't read it," said Greg. There was an old iron post shoved in the ground as we put on our Jams and slipped out of the van to at least stretch our legs a bit.. nope, there was definitely a sign there but there was absolutely no way in hell to know what it said. We made our way gradually a little closer to the boulder, curious as to what was going on. Ricky whispered something to Ralph, and then I saw Ralph slip quietly towards the boulder, closer than we were getting. "What's the deal?" "Oh.. I told Ralph to kinda sneak up on them, see he's good at that shit, he's small and quiet. I wanted to see if he could listen in on some of the conversation over there..." "What a concept..." Jeff said. "Hope we learn something.." "Yeah I do too," I muttered. We kinda stood around looking at each other and at the water as Ralph had gone over there, I rubbed my hand through Ricky's hair again. "When we get somewhere, I'll cut your hair into bangs if you want," Jeff told Ricky. "Hell yeah, bro. I'll let you. I want a style kinda like yours." "Well hell, you got it!" "Thanks, in advance. I wore mine like this because of Lenny anyway." "Who's Lenny?" I asked. "One of the dudes I used to skate with. He has a killer ditch ramp." "Oh." About that time, Ralph came ripping back across this dune. He must have news as hot as a firecracker from the way he was smiling. "I think we can all rest now," he started. "How's that?" "This is definitely a gay beach." "Are you sure?" "Yes! And those are dudes out there..." "What were they talking about?" "Surfing." "Well, straight guys talk about surfing, too. How do you know they're gay?" "Do straight guys talk about surfing, and then in the next sentence talk about fucking each other? Nope, I thought not." "Wild..." So we.. got a little closer. They hadn't seen Ralph, he had hidden behind the top of this dune we were going up now. We made our way to the top. Seeing us, they stopped talking now and one of them walked over to us. "Hiya, dudes." He looked good. He must have been about eighteen. Tan, blonde.. his hair was about the color of MY skin and it stuck out like a sore thumb next to his skin, so dark. "You all come to ride the wicked surf?" "Errr.. not exactly," I said. "We just.. wondered if we might ask for just a moment of your time to kinda well.. clue us in on somewhere to hang out around here..." I think he was hardening a little, it was not that easy to tell. "Well, this is a good place, but I think you're talkin' a place to live?" "Yeah dude.." I emphasized the 'u' in dude. "Now, wait a minute," he said, getting eyefulls of Ricky and the rest of them grinning sheepishly, "are y'all 'dudes', or just 'guys' or.." Ralph took two steps forward. "We're faggots," he said, daringly. The guy chuckled. "Well, dudes, you are DEFINITELY in the right place." The others were approaching now from off the boulder and were standing behind this first guy, who soon identified himself as Tommy. Tommy was in fact eighteen. His friends were Johnny, Michael and Peter. They were all eighteen, and they had all just graduated high school together. They told us that they were all good friends, and were still living at home. Peter was going away to Ohio State next quarter and they were all out just enjoying the beach. "Someone had mentioned that there were some places to live around here that had some great wide open spaces.." I said to Tommy. "You know, just... miles from civilization." "There are. Do you need any fills?" Ricky laughed. "I could use a fill right about now..." "Not THAT kind of fill," I said. "I know.. hehe.." "All you really need to try first," Tommy said, "is stay on this highway. It goes toward the southwest end of town. Are you looking for acres and acres of land?" "Not really, just... well I'll be honest, a place where we can run around naked in our yard if we want..." Tommy's eyes widened. "Yeah... yeah.. there are places like that, dude. You.. want me to show you a few places around?" "Well, that would be pretty killer," I said." About that time, Ricky got another boner, and he wasn't at all ashamed of it, in fact I looked at him and he was smiling. I smiled back. The other boys noticed it and couldn't help staring.. they knew that it looked big on this kid and they weren't used to seeing a ten inch pecker on such a young-looking dude. Well, this made them obviously hard now. "Damn, how big is.. it?" Tommy said, stumbling for words." "It's ten. Wanna see it?" "Yeahhhh.. can I?" "Sure!" and Ricky dropped his Jams. Hot damn it was big.. but then, I was so used to it that it really looked normal to me now... normal for Ricky anyway. "You can touch it if you want, I don't bite..." Tommy slowly put his moist hand on it. Damn, Tommy was eating this up. "Shit, I can't stand this anymore, Pete. My dick is about to explode." "Mine is too," Pete said. Mike and Johnny were just watching- and were slightly feeling their dick through their shorts. It was all they could do to control themselves. Ricky was quick to pull his Jams back up though - he knew not to allow anything to get started that might get out of hand, this was one thing that I really admired most about Ricky. He knew when to stop. "Can I see yours?" Ricky said to Tommy. "Sure!" he said and pulled it out. It was a very stiff six and his ballsack was drawn in tightly against his body. Ricky felt it and felt his ballsack too.. wild! As neither party wanted to really get involved, it wasn't long until I drove us on down the highway behind Tommy and the others. "I'm going to show you some really prime places you might like to try," he had said. This area was just jam-packed with dirt roads, and there were some super long ones that were miles and miles long that just had like two or three houses apiece on them.. that was wild. Then there was one that we could almost kill for... Tommy seemed to know just what to show us. There it was, overlooking the shore at the top of a hill. "FOR SALE BY OWNER- CALL 875-1248." Marty quickly scribbled down the phone number. "What are you doing that for?" Paul insisted. "I am a walking phone book. You forget that!" "Oh?" I glanced at him. "Yep. I remember the number to every skate shop in Atlanta." "Damn!" "Yeah, what's worse he not only remembers HIS social security number, but everyone else's too!" Ricky said. We pulled back out of this very long driveway to get back to the dirt road; the entire lot from the point that it had turned off the dirt road, all up and including the BACK side of the lot, was surrounded by chain-link fencing, so we really weren't able to see the house that closely. But.. we liked the location and.. I'd be damned if there was no one for miles from this house. I didn't see a mailbox either! Very promising! We stopped, got out. "This entire part of town is gay, too," Tommy said. "That's what makes it so special. Our families all live in a trailer park about three miles from here. Of course, our families are straight.." It was getting dark and Tommy said that he was sure that it would be fine if we spent the night on this road since we wanted to sleep in the van. I think he was more than just a little jealous and since Ricky didn't want to have any more to do with him, they were quick to go on their way and leave us alone. It was about a quarter of 8 now and it appeared we would stay where we were. The house that we had so admired did appear to be vacant at the moment, but that didn't mean anything. Someone might drive up to it at a moment's notice, who knew? Everyone was in favor of at least checking the house out tomorrow. Damn it was hard to believe just how harmonious this group really was- disagreements were only once in a blue moon and they seemed to be solved with placing one's penis in the mouth of the one starting such an argument; this would settle the angriest giant. A talent I just noticed- Greg could almost bend far enough to suck his own dick! Not completely- but he could strain and get his belly button with the tip of his tongue. Hidden talent never ceases.. "Ricky, do you have any more.. wild shit to tell us?" Ralph asked. "Oh hell yeah.. tons. Like schoolroom shit you mean?" "Anything. Do you have some schoolroom shit?" "Yeah, matter of fact I do." Oh, boy. Another bedtime story. A cool ocean breeze was blowing into the windows. If Ricky was telling us something, we knew we were in for a treat. "Well, we were in science class one day in ninth grade and we were answering questions from the chalkboard onto our paper, you know about a chapter. The teacher was in a conference and had been since just about the start of the class, and informed us he'd be gone a while. "The left side of the room was all boys, and the right was all girls and this room was pretty large." Suddenly, nothing else mattered. My mind was clear, totally clear and I was concentrating on nothing but what Ricky was saying. "From what I gather, my underwear was showing. You know, your pants get loose and all, and they slide down and let that band of elastic shine.. and your shirt just seems to go up.. yeahhh.." Oh what memories that was giving me. "Lenny Sikes, the guy I was telling you that I used to skate with.. he was sitting behind me and must have seen it. Well, really.. this was how we started getting to be friends.. he slid his desk up when he saw it, and quietly played with the band of it, under the desk. Do you know what he did?" "What?" "He took a friggin' finger, slid it down that underwear, and damn near stuck it up my asshole. That's what he did. Talk about making me hot as a firecracker..." "Ooo! Did he do anything else?" "He did after that class. See I walked out into the hall, and he stood there in the bathroom door, his eyes were kinda talkin' to me and I liked what they were saying." "So, he was gay?" "Yeah! He was. But he wouldn't ever come over to my house.. I think he was a little scared and he liked to just skate when I'd go over there. But that one time... I went into the bathroom with him and he showed me his dick- then I stuck my finger up his asshole. Damn did that feel good, I remember.." "His tits were hard too. He talked about doin' some shit but after school he was just too scared." "But not Ricky. Ricky isn't ever scared," I added. "Yeah. Right!" I leaned over and smelled Ricky, smelled under his armpits. Damn! "Ricky, you smell sooo good..." "Oh, stop it! You're making me hard again Karl.. something you seem to be very good at..." "Why, thank you kindly sir.. but it seems your story has made me hard, so..." "Wild! I was hoping it might..." Marty, Greg, Jeff and the rest told me that I wasn't alone at being hard. "I.. think I remember that guy," Jeff told Ricky. "I would have sworn that I met him once, I wondered about him." "You did meet him once, remember?" Ricky reaffirmed. "You came by our skate spot once, and we were there." I commended Ricky too on the fine way that he resisted activity back on the beach. Sure we might eventually mess around with other people, but not now.. not.. until we at least got settled and knew what the score was. If I was going to get property we were going to get it outright... not lease it, and I had the feeling this place was going to get expensive if we took it. I wasn't thinking about working -right away- either.. given at least a couple or three weeks to see what this place was like, where we COULD work, and weigh out the options. Still, this would be a place we could call our own. And too, it was pretty much solid Florida sand. No grass to fool with. "So, you think this might work out?" Ricky asked. "I hope so. I'm just thinking of cost.. I hope it won't kill us," I told him. Jeff pulled out some $20 bills from his billfold. "Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way... don't forget how MUCH we have..." he reminded me. "That's right," Ricky prompted. "We're not exactly poor. And if I have to get a job, I will..." "Well, I'm sure we'll make it," I said. "Even if we have to get something somewhere else.. but I guess privacy comes with a price." Still, as long as it were reasonable, I was going to pay it. No one deserved it more than these guys and I felt sure that IF this house had had gay owners, they would be able to strike us some kind of deal, either in monthly payments or something. We faded off listening to some good music and thinking of the fun we'd have tomorrow, now that we were pretty damn sure we were home- or at least, in the neighborhood. Now, shades of last night.. Ricky creamed my ass again! It was easy to feel him peel his dick off of me as he turned over, only this time it was on my stomach. We couldn't help but giggle. "What's happening?" Jeff asked. "Oh, nothing," I said. "Ricky's just 'peeling' off of me." "Oh. Okay. Whatever," he said and rolled over and fell back to sleep. Ricky told me that he was definitely dreaming about Ralph molesting him THAT night, and it really kept his pecker hard. We were all too worn out from the road to even think of doing anything. We didn't like it that way, but this was the last night that we'd feel like this, and we were damned ready for it to end. As we floated away, Ricky held me close and kissed me. His dick was planted between my legs and it was all sticky. God, what a night... what a week this had been for me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The morning sun awoke us, rested and fresh. Everyone was, of course, loaded with a fresh load of piss and had to drain it off; Ricky wanted to get a plastic bucket out of the back of the van so that everyone could pee in it so we could see just how much we could all put out together. Well, it was a five gallon bucket, and it was damn near half full when we were all done! Normally I would have imagined... "Ricky, would you have turned that bucket all over yourself?" "Yeah, I would, but normally I'd let everybody just hose me down, no buckets.. hehheh..." "I know that's right.." We all looked at what we had done, how full it was, thinking about what we would do if we were already living somewhere... and we all had wicked grins on our faces. Well, Ricky walked over to the bucket and stuck in his hands, wiped his face with it. "Damn, just like his high school days," I thought. He took a little in his hands and slurped it. "Pretty good," he said. "Wouldn't want to do.. anything but slurp it though, today.." "Bad taste?" "No, just too fucking much of it. I'd be.. coating my everlovin' body with it if.. I could.. better get that shit away from me before I go ape!" I didn't think he was serious, but Jeffrey quickly walked over and moved the bucket away from his brother. Greg walked over to me. "He would, too," he said to me. "We never take any of his threats lightly. He may be smart, but he'll let you know before he does something foolish that he seems to have lack of control over, and... we react when we think we have to." "Yeah... I follow.." I said. Jeff took the bucket of pee and did the same as Ricky, washed his face with it. "Dammit, I've wanted to do that since I heard you talk about it, little bro. Fuck I love you," and he took Ricky and kissed him. We were all stiffening as we did just about every morning. We all eventually had washed our faces with the pee, and it smelled good, opening our noses smelling fresh as the morning dew. We wiped clean with a towel damp with water. Jeff poured the bucket onto the ground and put the bucket away. There had not been one single car coming up the road, we had been awake since about 7:30 and now it was a quarter after eight. "If someone was around here," I thought, "they would have probably already come by, if they were going to go to work or something. This is Monday," I noticed, looking at the date on my watch. "That was wild, with the bucket," I said. "Yeah, it was," Ricky said. "We'll do it again when we.. can maybe utilize it..." We put on some clothes and we were going back to town to eat, look around and call the number about that house, to see if we could get somebody. "Mr. Greenspan's office," the man's voice on the phone said. "Is Mr. Frank Tate there?" "Yes, yes he is, just one moment." "Frank Tate." "Yes, Mr. Tate this is Karl Grogin. I'm calling about the house you have for sale, 2026 Icarus.." "Ahh, yes Mr. Grogin. Are you interested in the house?" [No, I'm interested in your parakeet that's why I wasted a quarter to call you.] "Yes sir, I was interested in looking at it.. do you have any kind of estimate you were planning on offering?" "Well, I'm asking $100,000, but it is totally negotiable. Everything is intact and in great shape but I must warn you.. it's in a gay neighborhood." "Well, Mr. Tate," [this was beginning to sound like "Darrin" on "Bewitched"...] "I am fully aware that this is a gay area of town, I am gay and it would be sold to myself and six other gays." Ricky's eyebrows dropped to a serious expression. "What the hell is going on?" he muttered... "Oh... well, I can set up an appointment with you if you like.. see, my lover and I have just moved from there to something closer to town. Were you interested in looking at it today?" "Yes, well, yes sir, at your earliest possible convenience." "How does three p.m. sound, at the house?" "Wonderful! We'll be there!" "Well you obviously got the guy," Jeff said. "Yep, and we're supposed to meet him at the house at three o' clock." "Three o'clock or three o'cock?" Ralph played. Hehh.. next to Ricky he was a real comedian. Good, this would give us some time to look around, see what the town offered. Shit, from the sound of things this town might be a gay majority instead of a minority! We drove around, located various grocery and similar stores.. even a shopping mall which we walked around in a little while. We all walked into a computer store and Jeff saw me look at some Commodore software. "Do you have a computer?" he asked. "Yeah, I just have a Commodore 64. Nothing really fancy." "Jesus Christ, I didn't know that. Ricky has an Atari 800XL and I have a Commodore 64 too!" "I didn't see you pack any of that stuff," I noted. "Yeah, we did. It was in all those loose Georgia Tech tote bags." "Oh yeah. Those." "Does the fire button on your joystick work?" Ricky said as we got back in the van. "Wait a minute," I said, "which joystick?" "The one inside yer shorts..." "That's what I -thought- you meant. Yeah, it definitely works." "Bet it's not computer controlled either." "Nope." This hit on something else.. Ralph had taken computer classes in school because as much as he wanted to, and as much as Ricky had wanted him, he was never able to just come over and fuck around with Ricky's computer or anything like that. No, parents just seemed to have this way of making time disappear into something they thought was "more constructive", and it usually wasn't, at least not for Ralph or Ricky. "You know, I had gotten just so sick and fed up with this fucking crap," Ricky said. "Our parents were determined to keep us separated as often as possible, even within our family. Hell, I think they thought it was strange that we got along so well with each other- it was almost like they expected us to fight, like a lot of brothers do. We didn't, shit, not like that anyway, and I think they were trying to make conditions 'favorable' for it... just like, well, LAST summer. Jeff, remember you kept saying you wanted to mow the grass once in a while, and I said I didn't care?" "Yeah I remember that," Jeff said. "I said that I wouldn't mind cutting it a few times. See, they left that job to primarily Ricky, hell it was just like a fucking teacher assigning him work or a drill sergeant giving him KP.. 'no Jeff, just let Ricky alone now and let him cut the grass,' mom would say.. phewwww.." "Yeah, and as a result of that," Ricky continued, "I'd get pissed and wear very little out there." "Yeah, I still remember the time mom looked out there and all you had on in that sweltering heat was underwear! Ha- I think she went into shell shock!" Marty defined. "Yeah, and I made sure I was in the front yard too," Ricky added. "I know," Jeff said. "That's what gave her shell shock. If you'd been cutting the back, she'd of laughed it off.." "Was this a riding mower?" I asked. "No, it was a push mower." "Hot damn! If I'd seen something like that, I'd have asked him to mow my lawn too!" "I'll bet you would," Ricky said, laughingly. "That was just the other idea I had for doing it.. heh.. it was twofold.. piss off mom, and attract guys.." "Bet you were doing both," I said. "Hell, I know you were." "'Ja know I skateboarded Massey Drive once just in underwear?" Ricky said to Jeff. "Uh, no, never heard that one." "Do tell, do tell," Ralph persisted, loving it. "I ripped off my shorts since I didn't have on a shirt... I put my shorts on my head and skated... and I think.. yeah... I even put my dick out... this was two years ago so I hadda think about it.. "Fuck! Just be glad there weren't any cops around..." I said. "Hell, there never are, not around our place anyway. They must think there's never any crimes down Massey Drive..." "Must not." Shew, what a bunch of lunatics we were. We had discovered a lot in our rounds through town, mainly that the gay section covered about five square miles in town. Not bad at all. A grocery store and a shopping mall was all we really needed nearby, but there was a skate shop too, and inevitably, a skate park too.. we stopped there for a while and tried it out. Or rather, let Ricky, Ralph and Marty try it out. It was nice and it was gay, too. At the time we tried it there were only a couple of other youngsters there, and they were about thirteen or so. All we were doing mainly at the skate park was killing time- none of us could wait until three, we seemed to feel already that this house had our name on it. The boys skated for at least fifteen minutes and with some really rad moves. Damn, if I only had had a video camera- this was shit very worth taping, especially where they got at angles that exposed certain body parts, in practically full view. A 15-year-old curly red haired boy named Jody came over to talk to us while the others were skating. He told us of great places along the waterfront that were nice enough to spend an entire day at. He told us that he had a 16-year-old boyfriend - of course they could only see each on occasion, because they both lived with their different families. He had lived here all his life and showed sympathy when we told him of our problems and travels. He was really nice, and great for conversation. We left the park a little after 12 noon and went towards the beach- we were going to see if we could get a start on a small tan while we had nothing else better to do. We were wondering if there were any gay nude beaches around- even so we really didn't think there were. We fucked around down there for almost an hour before we left for lunch... some quick hot dogs at a local restaurant. "Suggestive food," Ricky remarked. "Well, why don't you suck it instead of eating it, and biting it?" Ralph said. "Good point, but... not taken.." said Ricky. Even so, it was still only a little after 1:30 when we still decided to browse around the area, and found three gay bars and a novelty shop. There were a few flamboyant queens in the area. With all the running around, it was soon 2:30 and we felt we had better mosey on back toward the house. For some reason I felt that tonight we would be sleeping in bed, or at least- in the house. A red Chevy Monte Carlo pulled up behind our van at the appointed hour. A man got out and walked over to us. "Hi, I'm Frank Tate," he said. "Karl Grogin. This is Jeff Fraser, Greg Fraser, Paul Fraser, Marty Fraser, Ricky Fraser and Ralph Manning." I wasn't afraid to use real names; as much as we had had the radio on since we had left, we would know if there had been a warrant out for Ralph's arrest. Hell, I thought, if she hadn't wanted him back until now she might as well forget it; she was a real bitch to him anyway. After I knew what she had driven her husband to do, I was glad to have as many miles between us and her as was possible. "Ah. Well, I'll be glad to show you around. I wasn't doing much at the office today anyway, see I work for an accounting firm.." "Mr. Tate, we really appreciate you taking the time to come out here.." "Please, please.. call me Larry. People call me 'mister' all day and it gets old...'" "I know the feeling." "Now, this fence has the option of being electrified if you want it. There is an electric fence generator over there in the shed and all you have to do is plug it in.. keeps annoying neighbors away if you should have any..." "You seem to sound like you really know you won't mind selling.." "No, I am kind of in a hurry to sell, I'm behind in a lot of payments and I need a little more in my nest egg..." From the way the guys kept looking at me, they were going to leave it all up to me to do all the talking. I had gotten them this far, I guess they thought I'd be smart enough to close the sale. This house was a good quarter of a mile off the dirt road, and the dirt road was seldom traveled, so.. it was private for all intents and purposes. But, was this a flim-flam deal? I didn't want to get suckered into anything and I know none of the rest of the guys did either. The house was wood, but wasn't painted- it was treated with heavy coats of stain and it looked nice. "Well, of course you can understand why I cautioned you that it was a gay neighborhood, but you won't even associate with them unless you venture outside this gate. It is THAT dead up here." "One nice feature I added that might help you.. I had installed a camera at the gate about a month ago. You can use it to monitor traffic on the road, or people requesting access to your lot. That was one thing Keith and I wanted was privacy.. Keith is my lover. We have a nice spot now, but this really isn't any better. In fact, this is about as isolated as you can get in Clearwater." "Yeah, well that's what we want is isolation..." "Yeah... well this place has beaucoups and beaucoups of that! The only way someone is going to see you is to swim up to this shore and watch you.. there are way too many rocks off this shore to allow a boat within a mile of it. That's why there's no pier here." "Fabulous!" "Come on," he urged, "I'll show you the house." It wasn't a huge house, that was okay, this family just needed one bedroom and a large bed. Turned out the house just had two bedrooms, a master and a guest. It had a large "family" room with a stone fireplace, and a nice size kitchen. There was also a stone laid back porch, not screened in. It was laid with the same stones that were used in the fireplace. "I had this place built," Frank was saying. "I had it done while I stayed with Keith in his trailer. Are you sure the house seems big enough?" The guys nodded in approval to me. Not one was saying no. The price seemed to good to pass up. "I just have one thing to say." "What's that?" Frank said. "What kind of payments do you want, monthly?" "Yes, monthly will be great." "And we agreed on $100,000?" "Well, I originally said that, didn't I? But I am tempted to lower that a little considering.. well... I have a certain compassion for people that can come so far and appear to be so.. well, so friendly! You just got it for 90K if you want it." My eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. So were Jeff's. We had seen the place, it was high quality, real good stuff. He must have really been desperate for money. "We'll take it." "Okay, it is yours. Let's sit at the kitchen table now and talk business." "Uh... may I ask why it is that you didn't take the furniture?" "Oh, yes! The furniture! Well no, we decided to just leave that and get new pieces when we got settled, which we did. This is all fantastic furniture, which you'll find. First house?" "Yes.. yes it is," I said. "Well, the way this puppy is built it might damn well be your last. This thing was built to last a hundred years." "This really looks good," Ricky added. "I'm glad you like it. You're Ricky aren't you?" "Yes I am.." "How old are you, Ricky?" "I'm sixteen." "Oh? I... I thought you might be fourteen." "Well.. heh.. that's what everybody thinks. Ralph is fourteen." "Well, I'm thirty-three," Larry said. "Nooo.." I said. "You look younger than that." "Well, thanks," he said, smiling. "Didn't like life in Georgia, huh?" "Not too much. We'd always wanted to come to Florida." "I see. Well, it is rather nice down here, I like to think. Now, Karl just look this over here, here and here, and then sign it and date it down here." It was a large set of forms showing ownership of the house was being turned over to us. All it said was really that we were responsible and that Larry and his lover could no longer be responsible for any loss, theft or damage to the house or surrounding property. It just had a lot of clauses like a) and b)... but I took my time reading each one, signing it, and passing it to Jeff so another pair of eyes would know what was going on. He HAD left a good deal of furniture, too, including beds... damn... and there was a table out on the back porch complete with an umbrella... "You know, that was another prime consideration for me when I left the furniture here, that some new couple might get the house as a "first home".. yeah you all are new, but more than just a couple! Uh.. can I ask you something?" "Sure!" "Are you all.. related?" "In a way, yes. Jeff, Greg, Paul, Marty and Ricky are naturally related, we are sort of love-related." "Fascinating, simply fascinating. This is the first group I've seen like you all so friendly and full of life. I hope you like it here." "I'm sure we will." He left soon, leaving me the keys and all the ownership papers. God how I felt like a king on the mountain! "Hot damn!" Ricky said. "Are we in heaven now or what?!" "You bet your ass we are," I said. "Uh-huh," said Jeff, with the most entranced expression on his face, almost in disbelief of anything he had seen or heard in the last two hours. "Are we.. destinated?" "Yes Jeff, I think we are.. phew. We can all rest now." "Do you mean we can actually spend days on end up here in paradise and never have to leave?" Ralph asked, puzzled. "Uh, yeah, that's the idea... but we'll have to make a trip to the grocery store." "This is true," Jeff said and added, "you know, I was just thinking, it would have been possible to totally pay the man completely off outright, wouldn't it? I mean, you did that obviously so that if he were a con, or the house had something wrong with it...?" "Exactly. Yeah... talk about mind-reading, well, there you go again..." "Wasn't there a president that once said that?" Shit, that was it, we were home. This way, not paying all at once, if we saw for some reason that we had to leave, etc., we could and wouldn't be out so much money. Not that we were planning to LEAVE. I was more than satisfied with the house and all.. and in fifteen minutes we were outside unloading the van. This house wasn't real big and we were glad of it; we didn't want a lot of space. We wanted to stay close together, not far apart. We soon examined that house top to bottom, stem to stern and found it to be great condition and it more than seemed to fill the bill. That back porch would be a great spot for golden showers, I thought.. and there was even a hose handy to hose the area off when we got through. What got me the most was when I saw Ricky unload the barbells from the back of the van; shit! Ricky still lifted weights? "Yeah man, I conned these outta dad two years ago. He kinda got them for me as a Christmas gift, and I have been using them. Ricky flexed his arm and made a muscle; Christ! I had never noticed that before either! This kid had a good set of biceps and his pecs weren't in bad shape either. But this really wasn't bad... this house and practically a complete entourage of furniture to go with it.. shit!! We all made love to one another and then went back out on the porch and pissed on each other; then Jeff did to me as he had promised- they all stroked their meat until they shot their cum juices all over me!! Talk about a creamsicle.. and it was Ricky that started the attempt at licking me dry... hot damn! Sex city! I messed around with the outside camera just a little- the monitor was set up in the kitchen and everything DID work; there was a joystick and so forth to move the camera around, much like the cameras you find (or DON'T find) hidden in many department stores nestled quietly behind glass domes in the ceiling... The kitchen was complete with an automatic dishwasher, table and chairs, a sink and there were also a washer and dryer in there. Everything was amazingly in perfect working condition. There weren't any TV's or anything, but we could provide those, soon. There was a refrigerator with an automatic ice machine and water in the door; neat, I had always liked those. Suddenly I thought, in my warped mind, what if there were a way to get piss on tap just like that. Two seconds later... "Wouldn't it be wild if piss just shot outta that thing?" Ricky remarked. Shit! I can't even keep my thoughts to myself anymore! "Yep, yep it would," I agreed. We lay down on the carpeted area in front of the fireplace and relaxed. I fucked around with the boys, I couldn't let them rest. That was okay because they couldn't let me alone either, and it wasn't long before Ricky's pole was hard. That was as regular as clockwork around here. Ralph soon noticed it and began playing with it, Ricky just laid there with his hands behind his head, propped up watching Ralph and loving the hell out of just sitting in one place without doing 55 miles an hour. We all were after days of being cramped in that van. Jeff got between my legs and flailed his large head of hair all over my lower abdomen; it ticked a little but he followed it with an intense "scratching" period which did include my balls. We would still have to sort out all of our belongings, but it sure as shit was something that could wait until tomorrow. Squirt, Squirt.. Ricky was filling Ralph's mouth with his hot sweet teen juices again and you could tell it. "Rrrrrr.. Rrrromph!" Ralph grunted as he strained to swallow it all. "Grrrrrrr!!!" and with that he had successfully mustered getting it all down his throat. Shit, Ricky had put out a lot that time. You could tell because he just sat there with the most perverted grin of any sane kid I had ever seen! Then Ralph motioned for me. I leaned over. He gave me some of Ricky's sperm. Hot shit! REAL hot shit! Yummmmm... Of course, Ricky was hard again from seeing all these reactions and he got up, walked over to the hearth in front of the fireplace, knelt in front of it and... banged his dick on the stones. He held the base of his shaft in his right hand and just repeatedly slapped the stone with his cockhead. "Ahhhhh- ahh..." he moaned in pleasure. "It feels so damn good..." "What?" "I used to do this on my skateboard in my bedroom at night, you know the sand-papery part where you put your feet? I wouldn't slide my dick on it, I'd just beat it, and it sounded like I was beating on a fuckin' drum with a drumstick.. but God, it didn't feel this good.." "He sure did," Greg recalled. "Damn near drove me to want to try it too. I think he does it more because his tool is so fuckin' huge." Sperm was oozing out, even now. With some of his slaps, he was slinging sperm out of his slit onto the rock. And the longer he did it, the more came out until he was sending streams of it out and his face was again red. I recognized the signs of the horny bastard and sat down with him, kissing him, loving him, and doing just about anything I could to him to get him more red. Finally he could not take this anymore and fucked me, I let him fuck me without a lube and although at first I wished I hadn't, the fact that he hadn't seemed to be a huge turn-on. "I'm warning you," Greg said. "You remember what happened to me..." My asshole never did burn though, and once when he had all of his ten in me, he put his hands on my hips and leaned on me, kissed me on the back, licked my back... ohhhh... shit...! He just stood there like that for like.. a minute, looking at all his brothers, giggling, knowing we were home, acting like a real loon. I loved it. "Arf!" he barked. "I feel like a puppy dog! Ruff!" and he panted at me a couple of times. Just as I could take no more, Ralph came over and sucked my tool. Yeah... and Ricky started fucking me again. It was incredible. Then Ricky pulled out and we all watched him stream shot after shot of cum into the air. It was like a machine gun, just firing and firing. He loved it. We all did.