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                                    Part VII

We still couldn't believe we were actually in Clearwater, in a house, isolated
from the rest of the world. 24 hours ago it was all any of us could do to dream
of this; 7 days ago it was all any of us could do to dream of leaving Georgia,
but here we were, loving every second of it.
Mr. Tate told us that we had a phone if we needed it, but that it was currently
an unlisted, unpublished number. Perfect, that was all we needed to know.
Finally we could unwind, rest. The pantry wasn't totally bare, so we could even
hold off until tomorrow on going to the grocery store if we wanted.
We all stripped down to nothing and laid all of our shorts on top of one
another, neatly. Suddenly we felt like we had all gone through a
caterpillar-moth transition and were free to do whatever we wanted, whenever we
wanted. The house had central heat and air, but we really didn't think we
wanted to use it just yet; we wanted to spend a little time to sweat it out!
About all we did was to turn on the ceiling fans and an occillating fan, lie in
the center of the floor, and exist, making constant love to each other. One
never-ending love affair.
Ricky lay across my legs right below my dick, and Ralph lay on my stomach, his
head going up and down every time I took a breath.. it was a wild sight! For
lack of a stereo, Ricky plugged in his boom box and we just listened to tapes
the rest of the night- we were too tired to do too much of anything. Ricky
started rubbing my cock slowly after he had noticed my slight hardon- wasn't
really wanting to stimulate me, but he was giving it a little attention. Even a
little was too much for me and since he was just constantly stroking it without
realizing that he was stimulating me (he was looking the other way!)... I shot
off. The cum shots bounced back down on him and he goes, "oh geeze.. I didn't
realize I was jacking you off, Karl..!"
Sure you didn't.

I motioned for Ralph to slide further up my chest. Then I stuck my arms under
his head and upper back and cradled him in my grasp. He looked up at me, his
smile beaming brightly. I withdrew my right hand, took my index finger and
moved it around his lips. I bent down and kissed him. He kissed me too, but
hard and heavy. He was getting to the point that he was just about a spitting
image of Ricky now with his behavior! Ricky took his index finger and carefully
poked it into Ralph's navel. He wiggled it around a little in there, and Ralph
began to giggle like shit. Ralph took a finger and rammed it up Ricky's
asshole. This was the first time Ralph had done that to Ricky.
"Like my fuckhole, doncha Ralphy?" Ricky said. "Hell yeah!" Ralph responded.
"It's nice as hell in there..."
"Well, you can go in there anytime you want," Ricky said, "you don't need an
invitation!"
"You know Ricky, I sure do like your semen in my mouth too," Ralph retorted.
"I know how that goes," said Ricky. "Damn, now no one is wearing underwear
anymore so I can't pop any bands!"
"This is a fabulous place," said Jeff. "Yeah, I know," said Marty. "This is
just what we needed. Hey Ricky, why haven't you called me 'semen breath'
lately? I miss that..."
"Sure thing, semen breath," said Ricky. "Do you actually like that?"
"You bet I do, especially when you say it... you know why I had semen breath
doncha Ricky?"
"Why's that?"
"Because YOU gave it to me!"

Ralph rolled up real close to my face. He raised his arm and I could smell his
stinch really good under there, strong. He got really close to my nose and just
laid there, let me breathe it. His tool was obviously beginning to stiffen, it
was stiffening slowly, but then I began to see it actually rise. Ricky was
noticing it too. He also noticed me noticing it. "Damn," he told me. "Doncha
just love the way you see things like that just... happen in front of your
eyes?" as he started to stiffen also.
"Wha'?" said Ralph.
"Oh," I said, "we were just talkin' about your tool. We kinda saw it..
inflate."
"Yeah, it'll do that," Ralph retorted. "I sorta ain't got much control over
that right now with you guys around."
"Well, I can't say as I blame you," I said. I touched Ralph's tool. It was rock
hard. I just took my hand and barely tried to push it down, to the side, it
wouldn't budge.
Jeff came over now and knelt in front of me, beside Ralph, bent down over his
tool and began to suck him. This was the first time I had seen Jeff go into it
with Ralph, and it wasn't long before Ralph was shooting everywhere.
"Hah! What a show," Ricky said. "Yeah, but it's not as good as yours," said
Ralph. You give a dynamite performance."
"Thanks, bro," Ricky said, "but yours ain't so bad either!"
"Fuck, I love you," Ralph said to Ricky. "I love you too," Ricky responded and
gave him a large, deep kiss. I could tell that there were tongues embedded in
each other's mouths as this was taking place. The kiss was long and deep and
lasted almost three minutes!! Before it was over, Ricky's dick was dribbling
cum all over Ralph's body, which was soon buried in Ralph's mouth.
Paul tried something different, he located a clothespin, clipped it on the end
of his dick, went outside on the porch, and sprayed a stream of piss a good 20
to 30 feet out off of the porch, into the backyard. It was LONG.
Again, Ricky came in Ralph's mouth who then proceeded to reach up to my face
and kiss me, giving me part of Ricky's load. This was getting to be more and
more commonplace, and I certainly wasn't about to order it be stopped! I loved
it!
"To hell with this idea," Ricky said soon, got up and got the bucket we had
pissed in earlier in the day, put it on the back porch, pissed in it, and left
it there. It was apparent that he was going to keep adding to it until the
bucket was full, either by him alone, or by all of us together. "Good idea,"
Jeff thought, got up and located a magic marker and some paper, wrote the
words, "PISS BUCKET" on the paper, and taped it on the railing above the
bucket. Then he added his own pee.
"Ricky," I said.
"What?"
"Do you want us to fill that up, and then just pour it all over you?"
"Oh God, you better believe that shit, man.. ooohh.. I can't wait either! It
feels so good to be soaked in that shit!"
"I know it is."
"You know, I would love to just be in a tub of that shit, and just.. stroke my
dick until it shot off and my sperm just kind of.. well.. mixed in with it.."
"Yeah.. you know what's wild about that?" I said.
"What's that?"
"When you shot off in it, you'd never find your sperm for all the pee!"
"I know! Wild!"

"You know what I'd like?" I said.
"What?"
"I'd like to be in this sleazy as shit room, get pissed all over, and then have
everybody fuck me until I was so sore I couldn't sit down for a week."
I had held that fantasy back too long.
"Well, that can be arranged," Jeff said.
"It can?"
"Yes! Of course it can. You'd be so full of sperm in your ass you'd be shittin'
it back out.. just ask Ricky!"
"He's right man. You'd get an assful of cream for sure!" Ricky confirmed.

Because I opened my big mouth, they drug me out onto the porch, pissed on me
and added what was in the bucket (a good bit) onto me.. I was soaked. Then Jeff
put his dick in and fucked me. Must have known I didn't want a lube. Then Paul,
Greg, Marty, Ralph, and .. Ricky. Yep.. one time apiece with them without any
lube, and I could tell someone had been in there.. ahh! It felt good... and I
was dribbling cum out of my asshole some as I walked. Damn I was wet, fucked
and.. a little sore!
As Jeff hosed down the porch now, Ricky grabbed at my leg as I stood there and
clung to me.. like a dog might do. It felt wild, and I just rubbed his head. "I
guess I need never worry about being alone again," I said.
"No, you never need to worry 'bout that," Ricky said. "Old bro' Ricky and the
rest of us will be here, ready, willing, and.. aiming our dicks at your target,
ready to fire on your command!"
"Sure will!" Ralph added.
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We cleaned up, went in the bedroom and listened to more tapes as we lie on the
bed, talking.
"Hey Ricky," Ralph was saying, "I am so fucking glad that you.. well, that you
put your hands under my tanky. It seemed like you knew what I needed."
"Yeah well.. I thought so anyway. I was just glad that you walked over when you
did, because well, we were going through some changes when you did, I mean,
finding out about mom and dad and all.."
"Sorry about that..."
"Well no, don't be sorry man, 'cuz there's not a damn thing you coulda done."
"Yeah.. heh.. I know. Do you think it's better now?"
"For me or for..?"
"For everybody in your family."
"Oh, hell yeah. If dad was gay, mom sure needed to know about it. I know I
couldn't hide anything like that but hell.. I'd never marry a fish anyway.."
"You mean that, Ricky?" I chimed in.
"Shit yeah. Women never really have done anything for me. Some of them might be
kind to you and all that shit, but I mean, get real! I don't want big tits in
MY face, or cunts or none of that junk! An' I sure as shit don't want any
baby-making-machines!"
"Jesus.. I thought I was the only one that felt that way," I said.
"Hell no! We all do," Jeff said.
"Let me ask you this, and I'll say 'no' from the beginning before I ask," I
said. "Have any of you ever.. been out with a girl before at all?"
Everyone said "no". Everyone knew before they had horsed around and gotten into
trouble that they didn't want that and that they were unquestionably gay; we
were all just having a hard time understanding why their dad had gone so long
unnoticed and all. He probably had been seeing other men for years; it was just
the one night that Miss Fraser had caught him.
We all went into heavy kisses and loving one another. Suddenly, time and space
had no meaning...
Ricky looked at me. "Damn man, I am in heaven now. I never knew it could get
this good."
"I didn't either," Jeff commented. I never imagined that things could... end up
like this!"
I got up and straddled Ricky as he lay on the bed, on his back. I rubbed my
hands over his belly, slowly.
"What ya want me to do, throw up?"
"No! Am I pressing too hard?"
"No silly.. I was just kidding. Damn that feels good as shit!"
"Well hell bro, you know you've got it any time you want it, now that.. now
that we can..."
"Yeahhhh... yeah I know. This is.. too much. No no no no.. it's just right...
sorry.. please Karl.. you know I like to clown around, right?"
"Ricky, we all do, dear one."
I massaged his feet and ankles.
"Kiss his belly, Karl," Jeff urged. "He loves that..."
"Indeed I do," Ricky verified. I did too, long, slow. I worked my way up his
chest as his tool was hardening.
"Y' know, I may be hard, but.. I'm not horny. I just... seem to be getting hard
out of love, not need for stroking it.."
"Really?"
"Oh, you know it. I'll bet you know what it's like Karl," Ricky said.
"I.. I do. I just thought you liked to play with it."
"Yeah, but not everytime, nobody does that everytime, but shit man.. I love you
and I always will."
I fell to the bed beside him and we ended up embracing and kissing. He was
sweating heavily again and I tried to get as much off his youthful body as I
could, under his arms and all over. He felt wonderful, I felt wonderful, the
best I had felt in years.
Paul got up and massaged MY ankles. "It's bad when Karl is the only one minding
the store," he said. "I need to do my fair share too.."
I was stiff from messing with Ricky, but... I too didn't exactly feel like
"doing it" just now. But still, Ricky was pre-cumming. It seemed to be
something he had no control over.
"It is," he told me. "I can't help it... it just gets up there nice an' tall,
and drools.. I kinda like it but.. not in public..

I was going to get us a P.O. Box, but in my name, not in theirs. It would be
too obvious if.. something came up, which I was sure wouldn't now, but one
could only be too careful under the situation.
I had gotten in the habit of leaving a computer diary at home, a small file
created just to keep up with events, happenings, etc. and it helped me keep my
sanity. I even showed them all to the others. They could really relate to my
way of thinking and all.. and for the last two years we had lived right down
the road from each other and hadn't known shit about the others! Damn! Today I
made a small entry into my diary; it read:
June 20, 1988

Today we arrived in Clearwater. This seems like a great place and it appears
this is where we will be staying. Ricky never ceases to amaze me or the others;
he is so adult for his age and takes things like a man. He is so dominant too
and takes control often, it was so noticeable on the way down here that his
other brothers began treating him more equal than they ever had; perhaps that
was partially his parents' fault. I am satisfied with this house, and I am sure
that we will continue to be.
 --End of diary entry.

We walked around outside the front of the house, nude.. ahh.. so nice. It was
still going to be a few months too before cooler weather set in. Shit it was so
warm now out here in the sun that everyone was streaming with sweat! Greg went
ape; he walked over to Ricky and began just rubbing his hands all over Ricky's
body, wetting them with the sweat which seemed to cloak Ricky's body like a
tight three-piece suit. He would take both hands and get them wet, then smear
it all over his own face, as Ricky had done many times before.
"Want me to stop, so you can suck my cock if you want?" Ricky suggested to
Greg. "No, no that's okay Ricky, I'm just.. getting high off your body."
"That's not hard to do," I commented.
"I know it's not," Jeff said. "Isn't it wild that we can just get high off of
being with each other and not some crazy drug or something?"
"Sure as hell is," Paul put in. Jeff walked up behind me, drew me near. He
stuck his arms under mine and wrapped them around my body. His stiffening dick
pressed against the cheeks of my ass. He rubbed his dick up and down between my
asscheeks. "Damn Karl, you were right. I would have given anything to be a
'60's boy," he said, lovingly. "It represented everything to me that I seem to
stand for."
"Hey Jeff, don't hog those 60's all to yourself," Ricky said. "I get off on
Cream, the Byrds, Hendrix... just like you do."
"I know ya do, and I respect that in you. Hell, I do respect you Ricky," Jeff
said.
Ricky knew it. Ricky knew that Jeff worshipped him and it did make Ricky feel
good- there were times when their parents were home then that Jeff would have
given anything to be in Ricky's shoes. Like the times he would mow the lawn in
his underwear.

We stopped, back near the house and spread some towels, we were just going to
lay in the sun a few minutes and rest some more as the evening sun was starting
to set. It was a nice yard, a nice place. We couldn't have gotten more lucky if
we had tried. We couldn't be more relaxed now if we tried.
I had a special request.. something that I would kill to see right now.
"Ricky?"
"What, bro?"
"Can.. can you do me a favor?"
"Sure! Anything! Name it!"
"Stand up a second, and.. thrash that waist around of yours. I just wanna see
you flap that long mean pecker of yours around."
"Sure but.. I might get a little stiff."
"Okay."
I got a nice rock nearby. Not really big but, a rock. I was going to persuade
Ricky to do something interesting to me in a minute. I was sure he would follow
through.
He stood up now, thrashing that waist around like crazy, that tool flapping and
those balls slapped against the base of his ass with slapping sounds... he was
thrashing for all he was worth, back and forth. He knew how to do it. I got
close, real close as his tool was already starting to stiffen a little. Damn- I
could feel the wind as his cock flashed about six inches from my face every
time it would pass. He was loving the shit out of what he was doing and was
also turning himself on; everyone was watching him. He was really turning me
on, that young body, that beautiful cock.. just bouncing around without a care
in the world. Soon he was red-faced and had to quit.
I gave him the rock, instructed him to lay beside me and beat that tool on the
rock just as he had on the fireplace stones earlier; I wanted him to drive some
of that cum out of there and let it just fly onto my body as I lay there. He
gladly did as he was told, hot and bothered now. His meat was hard, his face
was red, and he was as horny as ever. Ralph stuck his dick up Ricky's butt.
Ricky began to bang that cock onto that rock, hard, long. "God that feels good
..." he moaned, and soon was sending streams and spurts of cum my way from the
motion of his dick. It started with just little splatters; soon it became long
and thick. It wasn't long that he had my lower torso wet. Then he aimed it
further up my body. Finally he dropped the rock, Ralph removed his dick and
Ricky rolled over onto me, embracing me, allowing his pre-cum to just drool out
onto me as he kissed me, tightly. Damn there was no 16-year-old on Earth with
this much passion, this much emotion. We went deep within each other's mouths,
loving it. He raised up, cum was just rolling out of his dick. You would think
the bastard was really cumming.. but it was just that intense, our love,
everyone's love here.

Martin Ray Fraser was intensely investigating Ricky's actions as Ralph was
trying to head him off at the pass; Ralph wanted a piece of Marty and even
Marty's cock was drooling a little. Marty gave it to Ralph, who sucked it dry,
licked the head of that cock until it gleamed in the sunlight. Carressed
Marty's balls until they drew so tight next to his body that he couldn't stand
it.
"Marty," Ralph said, "I want your balls as close to my body as they are to
yours." Marty wedged closer to Ralph and moved his cock out of the way; their
balls were touching. Marty took his balls and Ralph's balls and rubbed them
together in his hand, which felt good to say the least. There was an intense
love here, and it was never going to die.
"Ralph, suck my weenie some more," Marty said.
"Sure Marty. I want your hot load."
"Well, you've got it man. It's waiting for you."
And Ralph sucked him off. It didn't take long.
I let Ricky fuck me now, now that he was all steamed up. "Karl, I just can't
take it anymore..."
"Well you know what I want you to do?"
"What?"
"I want to you literally fuck my brains out."
"That's not hard to do."
"Yeah but.. use your whole cock. I wanna feel it."
"No sweat! I'd love to!"
Ahhhhh.. he was in there. This time he.. had coated his tool with ChapStick, of
all things. Cherry ChapStick. It felt good. I swear it took him all of thirty
seconds to cum, and he WAS using that whole rod. He wasn't afraid to, anymore.
He felt sooo good in there too. Now I remembered just how long and lean he had
felt in my bed in Smyrna, all those miles ago. Nothing was lost; everything was
gained by moving down here. All we had literally done was put some pavement
behind us, and while we could tell it, we knew tomorrow we would all feel like
new people.
We all made deep, passionate love, lay in the sun a little longer, making sure
our dicks got a fair share of the sun. Then we went to clean up.

Jeff and I prepared supper- I wasn't aware that Jeff was so good in the
kitchen. He informed me that he was an ace in Home Economics and came in at the
top of his class. We had enough in the pantry to probably even stretch beyond
tomorrow, but we still had some essentials that we.. wanted to add so we would
make an honest effort to go. Our supper consisted of macaroni and cheese, hot
dogs, potato chips, all the Coke we wanted.. and beer for those that wanted it.
Ricky liked the taste of beer but.. he wasn't addicted, hell, none of us were!
Shit, who would object to a little every now and then? Still, it was a marvelous
supper and we were all full when we got up.

At "home," Ricky had never given the first shit about going to the grocery
store or the shopping mall with his mother. Yet, he admitted that if -I- went
ANYWHERE, now he wanted to be with me. Even if it were the grocery store. It
was just what I wanted, but I felt that now, everywhere I went, I would have
this cute little puppy following me everywhere. Actually, six cute little
puppies. But Ricky.. somehow he couldn't let me out of his sight! I mean, I
walk around outside the house to check the plumbing where it goes into the
ground.. three minutes later I hear this, "Where's Karl, Jeff?".. Jeff tells
him, and... less than thirty seconds later, Ricky is shadowing me, watching my
every move. Some people might get pissed, but... not I. I think if I had told
him I were, he would leave well enough alone. But still, our thinking was so
much on the same wavelength that.. it really didn't matter.
Something the others didn't see that I was suddenly eyeing, as the last item I
pulled of my own from the van was- a set of golf clubs.
"You... you play golf?" Ricky stuttered. "When I feel like it," I said. "God
knows I probably won't feel like it right away, but.. I sure as shit didn't
want to leave these babies behind..."
"I know that's right," Marty said, pulling out his set of Ben Hogans.
SHIT! NOOOO! This is going too far!
Why was it everything I pulled out of that van so far, they had reached into
their magic hat and stunned the hell out of me?
"Darby Hills Country Club, Windy Hill Road," Marty said.
"Me too. Never saw you on the course."
"Wasn't, much. I caddied over the last summer. Didn't make a lot. Saw some cute
guys with what had to be big... dicks."
"I heard that."
We put our golf bags in the tool shed. It was a nice tool shed; there was
enough room in there for about four people to "do it" with plenty of fuckspace;
but then that showed how dirty my mind really was. There was actually room in
there now with all the equipment to place a cot (maybe that's why there was a
cot already in there)..

It was getting a little dark so we went back into the house now and all just
went straight for the bed- no point in showering again or anything. Now that we
were STARTING to feel a little settled, I thought there might be all kinds of
shit discussed over this rest tonight, between the time we hit the pillows
until we went on our merry ways in dreamland. I couldn't have been more right.
Now that we were here, this would probably be the best night we had spent
together, yet. All the nights of doing without motel rooms had met their match.
Ricky turned on his box low, to provide quiet tones in the atmosphere. It was a
good night, we had the windows open, and the night sky was starting to suggest
a few thunderclouds.
Our bucket of piss had again been reinstated and was placed in the bathroom. We
were all eager to see just how long it took us to "fill it to the rim with
Brim," but we knew the way we pissed it wouldn't take long...not with seven
people! I knew personally that I pissed enough every morning to fill a nice
sized tumbler..

Now, laying on the bed, we all began to talk.
"Are we all nice and comfy?" I started.
"HELL YEAH," everyone resounded loudly, which seemed to vibrate the whole bed.
"What did you say? I couldn't quite hear that..."
"HELL YEAH!!!!"
"That's better."
"You guys.. never had any pets did you?"
"No," Jeff said. "We really didn't want it."
"Oh.. good," I said. "Why you ask," Jeff said.
"Just out of curiousity. Didn't know if you had ever had any dogs or cats or
whatnot..."
"Now, dad use to have a dog," Ricky said, "but he sold it because mom was
allergic to the damn things."
"Oh yeah... I forgot," Jeff said. "We.. never really have been into loving
animals."
"Does that go deeper than it sounds?" I asked.
"Uh.. I think I know what you mean, Karl.. I really do. No, if you're talking,
bestiality...?"
"Hot damn! Give.. give this man a raise!"
"Were you ever into that, Karl?"
"No way man.. I've heard of people doing it, but.. I couldn't screw a pooch.."
Everyone laughed.
"We couldn't either," Ricky assured me. "I'll screw the shit outta a guy, but
not a dog! How can a dog get someone horny?"
"Well, my guess is that it doesn't, they just use his ass as a fuckhole.. and
from what I can imagine, the dog probably isn't very receptive!" Greg added.
"Try gettin' a hold of a pit bull!" Jeff said. "That's not even funny... dunno
why I said that.."
"Y' ever seen a dog's penis?" Ralph said. Ralph was getting more and more into
this crowd everyday...
"Ralph?!" Ricky said, as if to suggest "that's absurd!"
"Well, haveya? Some of those things are big as shit! I saw one once on the
street when the sucker pissed on a lamppost!"
"Did he piss on ya?" said Ricky.
"No! I don't want doggie pee..."
"Just joshing, Ralph.. don't get your undies in a tangle.."
"What undies? I don't wear undies!"
"Well... the undies that you don't wear!"
Paul got up to go use the piss bucket. Damn, you could hear it slap that
plastic. Jeff, Marty and Ricky got up and all pissed in it at the same time; I
was right behind them. It sounded like a fucking waterfall going into it there
was so much pee!
We all went back to the bed; the storms were drawing closer and we could see
lightning in the distance as it added a little light to the room, above the
nightlight which cast it's glow over our faces. Damn the nights when I was a
kid that I drempt of having this many people in bed; any one of them would have
easily sufficed, but to have them ALL..
Damn, Ricky started up again.
"Then there was the night I was peeping on a neighbor."
"Who? Who?" Jeff said.
"Gary.. Gary Woodrow."
"Ahh..."
Gary Woodrow was Ricky's age. They had a few classes together, but Ricky was
sure Gary was a fish lover.
"I watched him late one night, after everyone in my house was asleep. Jeff, you
knew I could successfully get out that bedroom window..."
"Yeah.. yeah I did but I never knew you did it, you lucky guy. Was.. was this
the only time you went out?"
"No, no it wasn't. But this night.. I saw some skin.. and more than just a
little," Ricky continued.
"Gary was really tan too. Good looking guy, I'd see him a lot in the halls
talking to this one girl, Jennifer. Anyway I never saw that, I mean, I
pretended I didn't just for my sake. He was in his summer clothes, a yellowish
tank top, black shorts, and he was ready to go to bed, right?"
"Right.."
"Well, he literally RIPS off that tank top, and I could see those nipples
towering.. knew he was probably horny.. loses those shorts, took them off with
one hand, which he had grabbed at the crotch..."
"Shit!"
"Yeah, this is for real, man! Never told you because.. I didn't want mom to
find out I had an escape route.."
"Yeah... yeah.."
"Yeah. Took those shorts and just left them on the floor. Wore jockey
underwear, and he was a little plump, man that tan plump... mmmm.. looked good
as shit.. you know, with that underwear around it? Yeah... his stomach was tan
and well, it looked good for a plump stomach.."
"Wild!"
"More than wild, a fucking dream! Slapped that stomach a few times, and..
vibrated his underwear off, just like I did my Jams back at the house. No shit,
stood there maybe five minutes intensely shaking and obviously loving it...
worked himself a hardon... let his jockeys fall to the floor. And then.. his
dick..."
"Big?"
"Not real big, but.. thick! Round!"
"A real butt plug?"
"Yeah.. big slit too. He got some picture of some fish and started looking at
it, began stroking his meat on the edge of his bed, full view of me."
"Never saw you?"
"Couldn't! I was in the dark; he had a light on. May as well have had a one-way
mirror up."
"Nice balls. Hairy as all shit, too. Soon he was firing at the wall, some hit
the window in front of me.. it was a nice sized load.. he got up, cut off the
light, went to sleep."
"Awesome!" Jeff said.
"Indeed it was," Ricky said.
Ricky never ceased to amaze everyone in this family. This story had already
caused half of us to jism and the other half were about to.
"Damn Ricky, I have to admit that was a good one," I said.
"Yeah well, when I was at home I got around. I had to, my parents stayed under
my skin all the time."
I eased out of the bed.. I wanted to try something just for the hell of it. I
went over to our pile of shorts, sifted through them and located Ricky's. Put
them on; they fit! Damn.. just as I had suspected... Richard had them large on
purpose... so his peter could be quickly within sight at will.
"That's why it was so easy for me to "slip out" of them at home.. remember?"
"Yeah I remember..."
"Do ya want me to give you another show like that? I will, ya know..."
"Yeahhhhh," I said, gayly. He walked over and took them from me. They weren't
THAT loose on him, but they certainly weren't tight. I got back on the bed; he
stood beside me on the floor. Hell, I wanted to be close, I couldn't take it so
I had him back up, I knelt in front of him, he began vibrating those hips like
he was fucking the shit out of somebody. Five-six-seven times and they were
down to almost dick level and you could see that crotch hair..
nine-ten-eleven-twelve.. fifteen.. over that hardening dick.. drew his legs
closer together and wiggled them like noodles.. and the Jams were on the floor
after fifteen fucks and he walked away from them, cramming his cock in my
mouth. "Quick, huh? Now let me do it to Ralphy's shorts, and I better hit the
sack.." He did, and he was out of them just about as quick. Ralph's were a
little tighter, but once he was over his dick, he was homebound.
He spent the rest of the night, until he finally passed out, rubbing his young
hands tenderly over my chest, including my nipples. Jeff joined him at rubbing
me, and Ralph rubbed me "below the belt." But none of them rubbed me the wrong
way.
I wasn't totally satisfied JUST yet... Iwas personally curious about something
and slowly got out of bed. Only Jeff was stirring. "Whatcha doing?" he
whispered.
"Just... checkin' something right quick."
I walked over to Ricky's shorts, felt of them around the.. yeah. They were wet.
He had creamed in there.. hot damn. What was this kid's magic formula? I wanted
the recipe! There was actually enough in there to wipe on my hand.. Jeff saw
what I was doing. "Ohhh.. cool. Yeah.. Ricky will do that. Lately, anything at
home of Ricky's that I would touch would.. have cum on it, either dry or..
sticky. Gets me horny quick."
I eased back over to the bed. I was going to go on a bedside fact-finding
mission. I lay on the bed right at Ricky's dick level and watched his slit
intently. If even a drop came out of there tonight, I would know.. about it..
yes, there he went for Chrissake! Already.. a drop was forming and.. for a few
seconds there was a pulse and some came out onto the bed sheets. Almost like a
fine trickle of pee. There...again! Shit.. what was going on inside his head?
Was Ralph molesting him again? God was he grinning!
I was able to lay there and watch him for about thirty minutes. Everyone else
was asleep- I reached over and put my hand on the spot where he was.. shooting
a bit still.. and it was wet, definitely wet.. wet enough to coat my chest..
and I wiped it on my chest. Sticky, gooey and I was hot. Just then Ricky
reached down for his dick, even in his sleep. He caught himself, woke up and as
he was too tired, went back to sleep.
Somehow I woke up at about 5:15.. I looked at my watch. I must have been
sleeping lightly for some reason. Something told me to check the area under
Ricky's dick again- he had NOT turned over or anything and so.. well.. the area
was damn SOAKED... and the expression currently on his face was NOT mistakable.

Morning came. It seemed like it took me forever to fall asleep, as it did the
first night I was with this family. This was one long night, but Jeff shared in
my insomnia, just a little. It was after eight and we all awoke just about all
together; one stirring usually awoke the rest. "What were you dreaming about
last night," I coaxed Ricky.
"Well, would you believe, one long love affair with Ralph?? As in like, kiss
after kiss? It was so intense..."
"... that you creamed and creamed the bedsheets," I finished.
"I did?"
"You bet your ass... it was wicked as shit!"
"Hot damn! No wonder I.. woke up and reached for my hot little peter..."
"I saw that. That was really wild."

We all went and pissed in the bucket, taking turns.. yep, we had it... about a
third full as we all finished totally "draining our weiners." Hot damn, it
wouldn't take much more of this.
I produced a second five-gallon bucket.
"What's that for?" Ricky questioned.
"Well, what we might try is this.. I have a couple more of these too.. lets..
piss in these till they're all full. Then we.. stop up the drain in the tub,
pour it all over some lucky bastard. Hopefully it will be at least close to
filling the tub. And... this will free up the tub for regular showers until
we.. have enough to do what we want!"
"Hot shit! That's a good idea," Ricky aggreed.
So did everyone else. Once it was in there, we'd leave it for like a day or so
so everyone would get a chance to.. do whatever they wanted. What a vision..
and we all shared it.

We all went into the living room. "Karl, I'll be more than willing to help if
you wanna like, totally finish unloading the van today," Ricky commented.
"Hell, I know we all will," Marty added, feeling Ricky's stiffening prick.
"Sure!" I said. "All I have left is that stereo equipment. It'll be quick and
easy."
"That's not all that's quick and easy," Jeff commented. "What's that supposed
to mean?" asked Ricky. "Your.. cum shots are about the quickest and easiest
things I've seen you do," Jeff joked. But the context of what he said was very
serious.
I slipped off into the bedroom and walked out carrying the underwear that Ricky
had had so cum-coated in the past.
"Hot damn," he told me, "do you know now that I think about it, that was
actually the last pair of underwear I ever wore?"
"Naah, I didn't know that," I said, feeling the rough fabric, rough from all
the shots. "I swear dude," he said, "now that I don't wear underwear, I cum in
bigger shots 'cuz there's nothing to cut off the circulation..."
Upon feeling this fabric, it seemed to me that there was no way in hell that
the fabric could absorb any more cum.
I asked Ricky if he had any idea how many loads he had shot into that pair, to
which he replied, "Oh, seventy or eighty big loads. I never really thought that
I could add any more, it's so hard it probably would fall apart if you.. did
much else to it. Still, I might.. eventually try adding more to it."
This was causing us all to stiffen. Ralph cracked up, "can I add some more to
it, too?"
"Of course you can!" Ricky said. "Anybody else?"
"Well, it kinda might be neat Ricky," Paul said, "if you were the oldest one to
do anything to them. It.. might have an impact on us when we handle it, or
something."
"Yeah.... sure dude.."
Ricky put the underwear on. He was going to pre-cum in them.
"Ricky, duuude," I said.
"Yeah man, what's up cat?"
"Come here man, I wanna see something," I said, purringly.
"What's that?" he whined, approaching.
"Let that underwear down just a minute, I wanna see something.."
I was getting more horny all the time. Soon I would have to be fucked, I could
tell it.
Ricky dropped his drawers and I took his hard shaft and pointed it straight up.
It fell about an inch above his navel.
"Wild," I said, "just wanted to see where that.. thang came to on you.."
"Yeah," he remarked, "I like to do that too.. Ralphy's comes right under his
belly button... gets me horny too to see how far up a dude can get his dick.."
I told him to pull his underwear back up- he had already started to erupt a
little cum onto my hand. I promptly licked it off. He did, and while Jeff and I
fixed a nice hot breakfast, I think Ricky wanted to see just how much more cum
he could put in there. "See Karl," he said, demonstrating that he could easily
stick most of the head of his dick out the elastic of the underwear.. and
without lowering it at all!
He fixed it now so that it was straight out in front, you could see the piss
slit and the head very well because of the enormous size. It also really caused
his elastic legs to protrude outward. As we were just about through preparing
the food, I let Jeff finish up and I walked over to Ricky, put my hands on his
shoulders, rubbed his body slowly, really slowly. Rubbed his back just as slow,
going over every inch of it. I had really caused some action in the genital
department; he was really emitting some semen now, smiling, grinning at me. We
kissed, hugged. Got the front so soaked now it was running down his leg.
He caught it and rubbed it into his underwear.
I kissed everyone else, we were all very horny but.. we put everything on hold
until we had a nice meal.

Paul kept looking next to him at Ricky just about every time he took a bite of
food. "What is it?" Ricky said.
"I was just noticing," Paul said as he put his finger on Ricky's tit, "how cute
your little titties are, Ricky! Damn!"
"Ewww!" said Ricky, as I could tell he was holding his breath. He looked like a
baby trying to hold back a shit before it could get to a bathroom.
About that time, I heard something that sounded like pee hit the floor.
"What was that?" I asked.
"That was.. sperm," Ricky said. "My underwear is soaked and I am so hot I could
scream..."
"Please do scream," I invited. He screamed low, rather like yelping.. you could
tell his pubic period was over because there weren't any high notes.
Ralph, who was sitting to his right, began rubbing his leg under the table as
Ricky munched on bacon. Splat! There was another squirt on the floor. Ricky got
up, slipped off the underwear which WAS soaked, and laid it over his dick, so
he could start wetting the backside now. This was probably as much as he had
creamed in the van on the way over. Maybe more.
I bent down, rubbed my hand across the floor. Semen. Yeah.. Ricky's semen. All
the way across the floor. And he hadn't even been playing with it. We were
finishing up now, I think we were all about so horny we couldn't stand it. We
rinsed off our dishes and put them in the automatic dishwasher.
"Okay, Karl," Ricky said before I even said a word, "you can feel my underwear
if ya want." God did I ever. It was soaked as I knew it would be. I just felt
with a finger because we all wanted it to dry and get hard again; there were
some big globs of cum in there.
"Karl?"
"Huh?"
"Want me to uh.. fuck the living shit out of you?" Ricky asked.
"Only if you'll fuck Ralph next."
"Hell, I could fuck all six of your asses in a row!"
"Do it!" Jeff persuaded.
And he started in on me. Did it ever feel good. He fucked me dry, he wanted to
start off that way, at least with me. I felt the little sticky of his pre-cum,
I could also feel his balls as they pressed against the cheeks of my ass.
Damn.. it was good.
When he came, he exploded shot after shot in my ass, and as before, pulled out
still shooting. I took his rod in my hand and stroked every possible shot out
of it.. his ballsack was soaked, and so was he. He kissed and hugged me tightly
several minutes, then moved on to Ralph.

He certainly gave Ralph equal time and treatment. When Ricky got through, Ralph
wanted Ricky to piss a little up his ass, he had never had it pissed up and
wanted to see how it felt. Hell, Ricky had some pee left from the morning and
gave him a little. "Feels real good," Ralph said, but soon found himself
wanting to go shit it out. We all went to watch. What a show!
Jeff was next, and he alternated oldest then youngest until he got to Greg. He
was still going just as strong when he got to Greg as he was when he started
with me. All those sperm shots and I seemed to feel that he probably still had
more in his body than I did right now.
Ricky was all sweaty and dirty now, but we all kissed and hugged him, he
smelled so good. We showered and Ricky washed his hair; Jeff got some things
and cut Ricky's hair like his own- long as hell in back and short, sort of in
bangs at the front. Damn Jeff.. you could make some money that way.