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                                   Part VIII

Jeff finished up with Ricky. "How do you feel now, Ricky?" Jeff inquired.
"Woof, woof!" Ricky said, "like a little dog."
"You'll always be our little dog," Jeff said. "Damn," I said to Ricky, "you
really look like a nature boy now."
"Heh.. feel more like one, too," he said. Everyone commented on how well Jeff
had done. Ricky must have spent twenty minutes nude in front of that full
length mirror, stroking his tool lightly, getting off on his own body. I
watched, and there were soon sperm shots hitting that mirror. Damn.
I had been sitting on the couch watching him as he came over and sat in my lap,
my hand naturally going to his dick. He grinned a perverted little grin.
"Ricky, can I fuck the shit out of you?"
"Here's the hole," he responded, standing up and spreading his asscheeks. Yep,
there was the hole. "Can ya.. get that hole real close to my face?"
"Sure," he said, and backed up. Yeah I could really see it. "How does it look?"
"Really rad man.. radest thing I've ever seen!"
"Cool!" he said. "Stick a finger in, if you want." I did. I massaged where I
thought his prostrate was. "Ooo! That's neat!" he squealed.
I got up and started to lube. "Wanna try me dry first?" he asked.
"Okay, sure!" It proved to work well, and it really felt good in there. "Ahh.."
he started moaning, "you're really good at it." He rubbed my leg. Soon I came
and he said he felt it pulse in there.
"Heh, you know Karl, I'm a little motherfucker aren't I?" he said.
"Yeah.. cute as shit too." He was back looking at himself in the mirror.
"Hell, Ricky, just stand there all day."
"I just might! Me likes what me sees!"
Argggghh! Grrrr! Ralph was attacking Ricky from behind and had him in a bear
hug. Soon he let go, and.. began licking Ricky's buttcheeks! Ricky had a boner
that wouldn't quit too. Still, he really didn't want to get it off again right
now.
"Damn, I love you," Ralph said to Ricky. "You are the best thing that has ever
happened to me."
"Ralph?" Ricky said.
"Yes?"
"Snap at me and call me a faggot and tell me what a naughty boy I have been,
ok?"
"Yeah.." Ralph cleared his throat. "You fuckin' faggot! You have been the worst
little boy I have seen! You little queer! Fag! Fag!"
Ricky was hard as hell. He was obviously eating everything up.

In-depth descriptions are obviously in order, while you may have your own ideas
of how everyone looks, it might be better to imagine in type rather than from
having said little or nothing.

Starting with Ralph, Ralph had black hair, brown eyes, stood about 5' 4" and
was of slight dark complexion. He was thin, average weight for his age and very
agile. VERY agile. As for body hair he had very little on his arms, a lot
around his dick and just a little around his asshole. Other body parts had none
to speak of.
Ricky had blonde hair. Light blonde as a matter of fact, and now it was cut
just the way he wanted it. He too had a slender build, blue eyes and stood
about 5' 7". He had a very dark complexion up to the clothing line, and now
since we were nude in the sun he would soon be dark all over. It wasn't hard to
tell that at one time he had had those freckles because they had not diminished
entirely. He too was very agile. He had I suppose average hair under his arms,
a lot around his tool, some around his asshole... but only that light colored,
light covering hair on his stomach- and now on his face. He had had the
covering on his stomach since he was a little boy, it was definitely
pre-adolescent hair. I liked to take my hand and ease it gently across the
hair; this gave Ricky goosebumps and made his tits rise every time.
Marty was a little chubby, not really chubby, just a little outer-post tissue.
He had brownish hair and also had blue eyes. He was about my height- 5' 11" or
close to it. He had a little chest hair, some around his navel and around his
dick, but none on his ass or anywhere near his ass. He also wore contact
lenses. He was not as dark as Ricky, but.. not so far from it, and he was
definitely not quite so agile.
Paul's hair was almost as dark as Ralph's, more or less a cross between Ralph's
black hair and Marty's brown. He had worn it a little short but now, like
Ricky, was starting to let it grow out. Paul stood about 6' 1" and wore size 11
shoes. He had pretty nice sized feet. He wore glasses and had a fairly hairless
chest and stomach, but had his fair share around his dick, ass and legs. He
hadn't had a lot of sun, he was about as lightly toned as I was... having not
been in the sun much since LAST summer...
Of the entire group, Greg, Jeff and Ricky all seemed to be more or less
"bleached blondes" I would say, but none of them actually bleached their hair.
They all three wore their hair fairly much alike now and were more into copying
each other's actions than ever before.
Jeff had long, stringy straight hair, where Greg's had a little curl to it.
Also, Greg's hair was a bit lighter than Jeff's, appearing a little more
"sandy" than Greg's.
My hair was brownish, with a little grey in it, a natural grey that just seemed
to come from nowhere in particular. I wore glasses, was about 5' 11", and
weighed about 185. My eyes are also blue. Oddly enough, although I seem to have
an "average" amount of hair all over my body, I seemed to have a little on my
back, too.

Then, something wild; Ricky put on some socks and some pink street shoes,
nothing else, and got on his skateboard. That was all he bothered to put on and
he really kicked up some dirt riding the dirt driveway. Ralph soon joined him.
Soon though, Ricky found himself stopping in one place just balancing on his
board and Ralph came up behind him. Being nude, Ralph tottered on his board
behind Ricky and managed to get close enough to slip his dick up his ass.
"Cool!" Ricky boasted. "I liked that move!"
"I did too," said Ralph and pulled out. Ralph went back in there and pissed a
little stream. "Know what I just did?" he raved.
"You.. pee'd me?" asked Ricky.
"Yeahhh.. pee'd you a little."
"Want to see me shit it back out?"
"Go for it."
Ricky "spit" the piss back out onto Ralph. It was almost like he was just
pissin' out his butt.
"Wicked!" cried Ralph.
Then they kept on skating. They couldn't do much though, they didn't have a lot
of smooth surfaces except for the sidewalk which led to the front door.
They soon quit and went into the house to shower. Suddenly I felt that by that
night, the first piss bucket would probably be damned close to being full, but
I wasn't going to think so much about it, at least not right now.
Jeff was nice and sweaty. "Smell my underarms?" he said, holding it near my
face. Whoa! That was wild. He took his hand and stuck it under his arm and
flapped it, causing it to make a farting sound. Yep, I had heard that done
before. We all went, showered, cooled off.

Again I lay on the floor under Ricky's feet. It was so comfortable there. He
began wiggling his toes on my lower abdomen and it was starting to tickle the
shit out of me. I jumped up and pounced on him, tickling him under the armpits.
He laughed hard until his face was red. Then I buried my tongue in his mouth.
We were all kissing and loving each other with some good music going. Then we
got dressed and went to the grocery store... and spent close to $200.

We were happy, though.. God were we EVER happy. We didn't linger at the grocery
store.. we didn't want to.
"Hey Ricky," I said as we loaded the van with the groceries, "did you ever used
to shoot birds at guys when you were in school?"
"Oh all the time, especially in gym class. I shot one at Ralph once. He shot
one back."
"Oh yeah!" Ralph said. "I wasn't going to take shit off anybody."
"You dudes ever get in any fights in school?"
"Naah... no fights. I usually could find a way to avoid them. I had too much..
uh.. sympathy for the other dude to throw a punch," Ricky said. "It's not in me
to fight, unless I HAVE to, then only reluctantly..."
"It's the way we all are," Jeff said, driving us home.
"Me too," I said.
"Yeah? I thought so, I could almost read it," said Ricky.

We got everything put away. We all relaxed some more and seemed to enjoy
sweating out the heat. I lay and talked to Jeff a while. I had spent a lot of
time with Ricky, it seemed, but no one cared, there seemed to be this mutual
understanding that I could fuck with anyone I wanted, as long as I wanted.
Ricky did put his underwear on again a few minutes, the cum had dried from this
morning. "Damn," he said, "this fabric is rough as shit.."
He just lay on the floor, Ralph over him, with a hardon and let Ralph play with
his body.. and try to cum some more in that underwear, if that were possible.
I sat over Jeff and just rubbed his chest. "Karl, Karl, Karl," he said, "you
are one awesome as hell son of a bitch. God, to be out of Smyrna..."
"I know, I know," I said. "It's a real blessing." I got up and added more piss
to the bucket. I bent down, took a whiff.. wow! Did it ever smell neat! "Hey
y'all," I yelled.
"What," they all seemed to say.
"This bucket is really starting to smell rad.."
"Cool!" Ricky said. I walked back into the living room to see Ricky with a full
flagpole now, Ralph was rubbing at Ricky's cock through the fabric and the cum
was flowing into that underwear. Soon he took it off and let Ralph slurp his
faucet so the underwear could again dry and harden, it was already pretty full.
I looked at the underwear myself; it was as wet as it could be. Maybe even
wetter.
I rubbed Jeff's hairy legs as he lay on the floor next to me. "That feels
good," he moaned.
I hadn't noticed it, but gradually everyone was beginning to form a circle in
the floor around me. I suddenly wished that we could do nothing but spend hours
together there. "I'm sure we can," Jeff said. "We've been out to the store and
there isn't anything else we need to do today, is there?"
"No..."
"Okay, well, I'm hip to it," he said
"I am too," said Ricky. "I think we're all as tired of bullshit as you are,
Karl." He grinned. He rubbed my leg. He reached up with all his might and
kissed me as I fell back onto Jeff's legs. Soon, we were like football players
fumbling for the ball; all piled on top of each other for just a moment,
expressing our love. I was on the bottom and while it was heavy for a second,
all that weight, they weren't on top long and they kept moving around. Everyone
would try to get on top of the rest and look down at me. It was fun, and I
could feel the sweat of our bodies start to flow again.
Again, everyone circled around me. I put my hands under Ricky's arms and he
tightened down on them; damn was it warm under there. It felt good, too. "Is it
wet under there?" he asked.
"Yeah man.. it is," I said as I kissed him again. He flapped his arms several
times on top of my hands and I sat there like that a minute.
What we were actually doing was still resting up from the trip. We all knew it
took a few days, especially in a new locale, to really get used to something.
But we were having fun.
Ralph had crawled over to Ricky as I averted my attention to Jeff again. Ricky
had not seen Ralph come over, and he took his finger and began wrapping Ricky's
pubic hairs around it with a small spinning motion. Ricky then looked down to
see Ralph doing this. "Oh shit, that's a wild feeling!" Ricky exclaimed. "I
used to do that a lot..."
"Yeah I did too," Ralph said, "still do. It's wilder to do it to somebody
though."
"Yeah don't stop, don't stop," he told Ralph. He didn't. Ralph lay there with
Ricky now and was slowly sucking his big lollipop. Nice and slow. "Yeah," Ricky
seemed to agree, "Ralphy, let's make this one last." He said he would, and
Ralph was going so slowly because now he knew he had time on his side. We all
did. In buying this house, we seemed to have bought eternity.

Time stood still.

As Ralph and Ricky were doing this, I was laying with Jeff, caressing his legs,
slowly sucking his peter. He massaged my scalp, and would run his hand down the
back of my neck.
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Ralph was laying on his back on the floor and Ricky was ramming his dick up
Ralph's ass now. While I knew that from that angle he couldn't get totally up
there, all ten inches, because of the fact that he HAD ten inches allowed him
access to the hole to begin with. Soon sperm was oozing out of his dick, and
Ralph was right behind him because he had been playing with his as he was going
along. Kids will play. So will adults.
"Hey Ricky.. just a question here," I said, appreciating his philosophical
views on things. "Sure," he said.
"If a kid your age walked up to you, showed you his dick, all two inches of it,
would you come back with 'geeze dude, you got a wimpy little dick there...'?"
"No, no I wouldn't," he assured me. "I'd be more interested in what he had
upstairs. Funny you should mention that..."
"Why? You know somebody with a little dick?"
"Naah.. somebody at school said something stupid to me once like, 'bet if a guy
didn't have a dick, you'd like girls...' I remember screaming, 'bullshit!
Bullshit!'.. they ended up taking me to the principal's office for swearing.
But I was trying to make a point."
"Exactly what was the point?" (actually I already knew, I just wanted to
confirm it.)
"The point was... I could love a guy even if he didn't have a dick.. because..
well, I feel that love has no bounds.."
Jeff raised up. "You are exactly right," he said, loving his brother.
"Yeah..." Ralph said. "I can tell you love me. I can tell you ALL do."
"I'd be willing to go to the very ends of this Earth for any one of you," I
said. "I want you to know that. All you have to do is say it."
"Well, we wouldn't want you to do that," Ricky said, "we'd all want to come
with you!"
"YOU..." I said to Ricky, "are one horny little motherfucker. I bet even in
light of just fucking Ralph, if I called you a fag, you'd get hard."
"Try me," Ricky said so sillily and with a big grin, getting bigger all the
time as his tool started expanding.
"You.. faggot! You little queer! You are so gay that you turn anyone gay that
you touch! You are as bad as Midas!"
"Hehehe.. keep talking, keep talking," he muttered.
"Your dick is so big it's about to explode!"
"I know and it's all your fault," he said, still in that giggly, gay, boyish..
voice and quality that we all seem to go through at least once a week.
"But you know," said Ricky who really wasn't horny at the moment, "I am sure
that if you demanded anything of any one of us, or for that matter all of us,
we would see, you know, that it was done. I'm not asking for... well..."
"I know, I know, Ricky. Save your voice. You know man, have you ever heard
someone say, 'do you have to say anything' about something because.. everyone
was so 'at-one' and attuned with each other that.. words weren't necessary?"
"Karl, I know exactly what you mean."
"Yeah. Okay, you're just saying basically that..."
"... that we'd do anything for you, as we know you'd do anything for us. Hell,
Karl, we're family. You.. you were the glue that was there to patch us back
together when mom and dad ripped us apart!"
"He's right, Karl," Jeff said. "We're here for you. If you wanna talk, we'll
listen. If you want to cry, we're here for that. God knows, we wouldn't have
made it without you. Do you know where we'd be right now? Can you even GUESS?"
"I don't want to."
"I don't either. But I know we wouldn't be here.. we'd be in some motel
somewhere getting more broke every day."
"Bet we'd have ended up thumbing rides, too," Ricky said.
"Yes, we would. And who the hell in their right mind would pick up six guys?
Jesus!"
"I would," I said.
"Well, I know you would," Jeff said, having trouble keeping a straight face.
"But I mean, Ricky's right, about doing anything."
I kissed Jeff. I was feeling better. These guys had to keep at me to keep me
from falling into those low points, but it was easy to fix.
Paul made some microwave popcorn and brought it over so we could all share
some. Had to pop a good bit since there were seven of us, but we all enjoyed
it.
Ricky suddenly admitted that I was right, that very little if anything was
necessary to be said between us, and nothing else needed to be said of our love
for one another. "You know Karl, it's as though you might as well have been
with us all of our lives," Ricky said. "We love you THAT fucking much, if that
says anything. But, it's like you've had a mental block.. we just need to fill
in the empty spots..."
"Yeah, and out of my life, too. But, there is nothing thrilling enough to
re-encounter in my life..."

Thinking that I was correct earlier in Ricky's being a piss connoisseur, I
plugged him a question. This was something I had done, but.. wanted to see if I
was all alone. "Hey Ricky... you ever pee'd in a jar or something and just let
it sit on a shelf or something?"
"Pee'd in a jar? Yeah, why?"
"Well, I mean, have you ever like let it set several days?"
"Oh, let one set a week once."
"Did it ever.. break down? I mean, did white shit kinda float to the bottom and
it kinda.. got stronger?
"Oh! Yeah! I know what you're talking about now. You kinda.. threw me off track
for a minute. Yeah, it was wild.. it stunk like crazy. Gets kinda morbid,
doesn't it?"
He knew all about it. I was sure there wasn't a THING this kid hadn't done with
piss- or at least THOUGHT of doing with piss.
"You ever see the movie, 'Red Dawn'?" I asked.
"Yeah.."
"Do you remember the scene where they were running for their lives or something
and there's a guy that says, 'piss in the radiator, kid!' the kid goes, 'what?'
'just piss in the radiator.. I know what I'm doing!' and he does piss in
there.."
"Yeah man," Ricky recalled. "I remember that. Too bad it didn't show his dick."
"Ralph!" I boasted. "Huh?"
"Who's your favorite actor?"
"Oh, shit. That's as bad as asking me what my favorite color is. I don't have
one 'cuz there's too many."
"Well.. who stands out?"
"'Stands out'? Hmm... try Ralph Macchio."
"Yeah, the Macho kid," I said. "Yeah I like him too. He might even be 'family',
you don't ever know."
"Family?"
"Yeah, family," I said, "you know, gay..."
"Oh.. yeah, might be.." Ralph said as we all started munching on popcorn. It
was good.
"I suppose if you're familiar with Ralph," I said, "you've seen 'The
Outsiders'?"
"Oh, hell yeah! Ralph said, excited. "I loved that fuckin' movie! Haven't seen
it in a while..."
Ricky walked over to a small stack of videotapes that he had recorded, walked
back and handed to Ralph a tape labelled, "The Outsiders".
"Jeeeezus Christ!" Ralph muttered. "I- I- didn't know you had that!"
"Well, Ralph.. man, it's like we've said before.. we never had time..." Ricky
said.
"I know, I know.. shit!" he yelled, gritting his teeth, "I HATE the way things
were!"

Ralph needed comforting. He was welling up inside. True, he WAS just a kid..
but I knew after being with him this long, he was no Joe Blow. He was as
special as anyone else here.
Ricky gave Ralph a nice soft hug and massaged his back. "Now, now, now.. it's
gonna be okay," Ricky was saying. "It's all over, everything is in the past.."
"I know," Ralph whimpered, "but I had a flashback man, I had one for just a
second..."
I wanted to help. God knows I had had my fair share of nightmares and
flashbacks about Devereux to last a lifetime.
"Ralph," I said softly, "I've had those too. There's not a lot you can do about
it except try to forget it and think about things that are happening now. Do-
you mind talking about it?"
"No.. it's just that everytime I think about all the FUCKING times that I
wanted to be in my room with Ricky.. just asking questions if nothing else.. I
couldn't! I could just lay on my bed and stare at my ceiling and imagine what
Ricky was doing.. or thinking..."
"It's okay Ralph," Ricky said. "I'm not going ANYWHERE now. All that shit is
history. Dude, dude.." he said quietly, "do you remember what you wanted to ask
me? I will answer anything, man, I swear!"
Ricky was about to break. To see Ralph that sad now was killing him just as
badly. To Ricky, it might as well be HIM hurting inside. And God only knows
that he also wanted to be with Ralph just as badly during that time period.
"Yeah dude, I can remember.. there were just so many things.."
"Well, we have all the time we need."
"Yeah. yeah." Ralph was cooling off now. His face was red. I got a cool cloth
and patted his face with it. He had been trying to hold back the tears.
Ricky let me talk to him a minute.
"Ralph, look. If you want to cry, let it out man, let it the fuck out. Don't
hold it back, trust me it'll just build up on you. See this shoulder?" I said
as I patted my own shoulder, "It's here. I mean, little brother, let it out if
you want. Get rid of all those years of anguish. I know they're there."

He did. He bawled his eyes out, I was rubbin him the whole time. "I cannot
begin to tell you the number of times I used to go to my room, close the door,
and just bury my face in a pillow and cry, man. It's natural. It happens," I
said.
"Hey, we all have," Jeff said. Ralph was really letting his feelings out, and
it did him good. I knew it would.
Again I wiped his face with the washcloth. Ricky took it, rinsed it out and
brought it back. Even Ricky was sniffling as he took his little brother and
hugged him even tighter than before. "Ralph Manning," he said, "I swear to God
I will never let you go. I mean I never want to be apart from you again."
"And you won't," Ralph said. "I couldn't stand it if you were. You don't know
how much I wanted to be just like you in school."
"Oh, yes I do," he said.
"You do?"
"Yeah man. I believe in telepathy. We had to have some vibes going between us.
We were too much alike, dude!"
"Listen man, if you two wanna be alone, I sure don't want to interfere," I told
Ricky and Ralph.
"Naah, that's okay," Ralph said. "I'm feeling better now, thanks to you all."
"Well, I'm glad," I said. "I just.. know you all HAVE been through hell. I've
been through deep shit before too, and I sure don't want to be in the way of
someone else's freedom."
"Karl... come here," Ricky said, standing in the kitchen door. I walked into
the kitchen with him and sat at the table. He took my hand and held it.
"Get this straight. You are NOT standing in the way of someone else's freedom,
man. You never will, it's not like you. You ARE the fucking freedom, dude. I
know it was rough on you back there, it was rough on me, too.."
"Well, I just want to be there for you guys.."
"Yeah, I know and we want to be there at bat for you too... but just.. try not
to let it bleed off on you, man.. I mean.. sure man, if you have to let it out,
let it out too, but.. I, for one, don't EVER want you to think even for a
SECOND that you're someone's stumbling block. Because, you're not!"
He was loving on me now with all the charm he ever had. "You mean so much to
me.. to us all! You know? I don't know how you took it when we asked you to be
family, or if you've noticed it or not, but we are tight.. tight as a drum
around here. I mean.. well, you know this already, I just felt.. like it needed
reinforcing..."
"It sure as hell did.. I appreciate it man.."
"Well, any time you wanna fucking pep talk, just call me. Just yell 'RICKY! GET
YOUR BAD ASS OVER HERE!', and I'll run with all my fuckin' might, 'cuz it goes
without saying.. that I KNOW you would, man! I fucking know you would!"
"You know.. you're crazy!" I chuckled.
"I know," he chuckled back, "I'm one horny crazy motherfucker, ain't I?"
"Yeah.. you are.."
"C'mon.. tickle me under the armpits," he boasted.
"Are you sure?"
"Hell yeah! Do it!"
I did, and he loved it. We kissed tightly. We went back into the other room.
"Feel better?" Greg said.
"Yeah.. lots."
"Well look, if you ever need to talk to anyone, just say the word, and we'll be
there for you," he said.
"See what I mean?" Ricky reassured me.
"Yeah. I just.. get down sometimes."
"Well hell!" Paul said. "That's when you need US to help you carry the load! If
we can't all lighten your load, then.. you must be in a dream asleep
somewhere.. yeah, that's it..."
"Hey Ricky," I whispered. "Do me a favor."
"Anything, just NAME it."
"Go back there, put on a pair of clean, fresh underwear, and come out wearing
it. I just wanna.." he got up and left. He didn't read me out. He obviously
didn't need to.
One minute later he came back wearing the same kind of underwear he had always
worn to school, just like the spermy underwear he had so coated. It was a shiny
white and it rested just under his navel. He sat down next to me, looking
softly into my eyes, softly as if to say, "here I am, what is your next wish?"
Without my saying a word, he stood up in front of me and popped the elastic
band of that underwear. He did this several times. Yeah.. he knew what I
wanted.
"Stick your dick out your fly just a second," I said and he did. It looked
wild, that large dick on that white background. It sure looked bigger than a
16-year-old cock. Yeah, it did. What was so truly amazing was that he had not
yet begun to stiffen. I think he knew I wasn't exactly horny, I was just in the
mood to see some shit happen, which was very true at the moment.
I soon asked him to put it back in and he did, and popped his band some more.
This made Ralph a little hot; I wanted him to quit soon so he could spend some
time with Ralph, and he would, soon. Everyone knew Ralph needed it. Now, he
stuck it out of the right leg of his underwear, just casually. It still wasn't
hard. The head was fully visible and he just let the legband go and left his
dick there, stood up straight, folded his arms in front of his chest and just
left it there. It was so hard to believe that he wasn't hard and still had so
much cock visible; he was actually about eight-and-a-half to nine inches when
he was soft.
He began smiling, just a little, and his dick began hardening. It began to rise
noticeably, and it seemed to carry the legband a good distance with it. As soon
as it got almost straight out in front of him, it stopped and you could tell it
was really straining to get the rest of the way out in front of him. Still, he
stood there smiling. "Like my dick?" he said. Everyone nodded- he had
everyone's attention. "Cool," he said. I told him it was okay if he wanted to
take them off, to which he said he would, but he wanted to keep them on a few
more minutes. He had certainly carried me through the emotions I had been
searching for- to see a kid go berserk with underwear.
Ralph suddenly got up, obviously went to the piss bucket and urinated for
almost a minute. Then it was another minute before he came back -- clad in HIS
underwear. He started giggling.
"Aww.. shit!" Ricky said. "Are you going to put on a show too?"
"You bet your ass I am!"
Ralph was bound and determined to copy some of the things that Ricky had done..
like rocking his waist until his underwear fell off. He did, and this took him
a few minutes to do, but it was soon dropping to the floor. We all clapped in
appreciation. Ralph even took a bow. He pulled it back up and stuck his dick
out the fly. It too looked nice on a white background. Then, something new.. he
took his dick and curved it back, so that the head was just up inside his fly
and the rest of the dick was out. Gradually he let it get hard, and it put more
and more pressure on the head to cause it to break free and fall out, and it
did.. it was wild to see him harden like that and let it pop out. "Cool!" Ricky
said.
"Can you do that?" Ralph asked.
"No, I can't, man.. see, my dick is too fuckin' long and when I try doing shit
like that, it goes clear up under my waistband.. and comes out the top!
Watch.." .. and Ricky stuck the first little bit of his dickhead out of the
waistband at his navel. God was this turning me on!
Ricky left it like that, sat down in from of Ralph, and Ralph started slapping
that exposed dickhead. "Oh geeze, cool! Keep doing that!" Ricky cried. Ralph
did and Ricky soon found himself pre-cumming. He got it all over Ralph's hands.

Ralph continued to parade around in underwear. He rolled the legs of them up a
little- his underwear fit him well. He had begun to get somewhat stiff and you
could really see it sticking out, even though it was back inside his fly. He
grinned a sheepish little grin.
I hooked my VCR up to the Commodore computer monitor and began playing, "The
Outsiders" over it. I too had not seen the movie in a good while. We looked at
it off and on, but we were so into each other at the moment that none of us
were really keeping up with this movie that we all already knew.
Ralph took his underwear off and tried putting Ricky's on, it was a tiny bit
large all over. Ralph began thrashing his waist and soon had it off that way.

One thing that was so hard for me to grasp was that we were actually somewhere
that we were ABLE to be nude if we wanted to be, as well as fully dressed.
After that grand finale, Ralph was back in his birthday suit as well as Ricky -
Ralph carried both pairs of underwear back to the bedroom. Then he and Ricky
stretched out and began conversing exclusively among themselves- something they
had longed to do for years. "You know, Ricky," Ralph started, "it is so wild to
see the sweat roll down your back like that.."
"Geeze, I wasn't aware any was.. rolling down it.."
Ralph reached over and rubbed his hand on Ricky's drenched back. Then Ricky
felt it. "Oh, yeahhhh.. I guess there is.."
"Damn right there is... smmmmmm.. ahhh!" Ralph wiped it over his face and
breathed it deeply. Then, as they were laying stretched out on their stomachs
watching the tape, Ralph slid his hand in between Ricky's asscheeks. Seizing
the opportunity, Ricky closed his asscheeks tightly on the hand. Ralph started
to wiggle his fingers a little. Ricky looked over at him and grinned- Ralph
grinned back. They kissed. Now, as happy as we all were that Ralph and Ricky
were as close as they were, I turned down the monitor a little more as they
didn't care if we listened to what they were saying. They wanted us to share in
their intimacy.
I was also talking to the others about some of my most intense fantasies, like
seeing Ricky in that underwear a while ago, the idea of shaking it off, and
snapping the band.
"Yeah, yeah.." Marty said. "We all get off on it. If I had to, if I were alone,
like.. like you were for so many years Karl, seeing things like this and
thinking back on them would get me off too."
"He's right," Greg agreed. "There isn't ONE FUCKING THING WRONG with your way
of thinking, Karl. NEVER let me hear anyone say there is, or the dude is
wasted."
"Heh.. yeah.. thanks," I said.
"Actually," Jeff said, "Ricky's always made me hot. I've just.. dunno.. never
really shown it much. I knew he was young, I knew he was influenceable. I also
knew if early on he had picked up a lot of shit from me, he'd have gone
bragging to dad about it and we would be - probably put in separate bedrooms.
You know, he was threatening to do that as it WAS..."
"Really?"
"Yep," Marty agreed. "I was already digging Jeff's scene. He knew it. Slowly I
learned that Ricky was digging it too, and without any pressure from Jeff or
any of us. Don't ask me how five brothers can grow up gay, but we sure as fuck
did..."
"I see that," I said, "and obviously very successfully..."
"Yeah, thanks," Marty said, "thanks for making this all come together," and
hugged me. Now we were silent and began listening to our younger companions.

Ralph began talking to Ricky in a very sympathetic manner, about things he
wished they had been able to do. I still wasn't sure that there wasn't some
telepathic link between those two.
"Yeah, man," Ralph was saying, "I'd swear I used to have thoughts of you back
in 9th grade, like there was this one time.. heh.. it was so funny, in English
class, my ass was itching man, right near the butthole. I was sitting there,
trying not to think too much about it, and I thought, "I wish Ricky were here.
He'd scratch it..."
"Ha!" Ricky said. "Damn right. I'd scratch the motherfucker
right-where-it-itched," and he put his hands between Ralph's asscheeks and ran
circles around his hole.
"So, I mean like, I had thoughts too," Ricky said. "I remember I could just see
you standing there in my P.E. class, all decked out in those gym shorts and
all.. I swear I used to carry those thoughts home and nothing would get my tool
throbbing faster..."
"Well, bro..." Ralph said softly, sliding his hand down to Ricky's tool, "you
can carry the real thing now instead of just those fuckin' thoughts. Those
fuckin' thoughts tend to fade away man, I know."
"Yeah.. yeah they do.."
"Jesus, Ricky, I love you," he moaned quietly. "I love you so fucking much,
Jesus.. I can't describe it. I just feel it."
"Ralph.. that's what love is," Ricky said, "it's there, you can't see it, or
describe it, but it's strong.. and I sure as fuck feel it from you little
brother. I would do anything possible for you if I could."
"And we'd all back you all the way," I chimed in.
"Christ, Karl. I- I couldn't thank you enough."
"Well, Richard, there is going to come a day in your life when you.. and
obviously, Ralph.. may want to just up and lead a life of your own. Look, I
mean.. personally it would hurt me like shit, it would hurt us all like shit.
But, I say this from right here," I said, pounding my heart slightly, "that
whatever you want, I'm backing you ALL the fucking way."
"Yeah, look Karl.. yeah I know there sometimes comes that period in someone's
life when that happens, and I want you to know that I do understand what it is
you're saying. But I do want you to know this, I want you ALL to know it... I
would give serious and long-term consideration, VERY long term consideration..
before I ever would split on you guys. I love you too damn much man.. you know
that. Karl, if I may-- I think the one thing you have learned and just need to
reinforce is the fact that with us Frasers, you don't need to HIDE your love,
or hide ANY feelings for that matter. Now, I love you all as much as I love
Ralph, and I think Ralph understands that.." Ralph nodded in the affirmative.
"..but I want us to stick together as brothers as long as we FUCKING can,
because like they say, UNITED we stand! Right?"
"RIGHT!" everyone yelled.
I had just wanted Ricky to know that I trusted him implicitly, even to the
extent of LEAVING, if that was what he wanted. IF that was what he wanted. I
sure as hell wasn't PUSHING him out that door, he knew that.
"Karl Fraser," Ricky said in a low tone. This got my attention as I looked up
at him. He smiled. "I just wanted to see how it sounded," he muttered.
"I like Jason Fraser better," I said.
Shit, now everyone was looking at me!
Jeff spoke first. "What...?"
"You'd rather be a 'Jason'?" Ricky said, in an almost squeaky voice.
"Uh... yeah..."
"Well, how would.. would you like us to start calling you Jason then?" asked
Jeff.
"If you want. I like the name better than Karl. If I get it legally changed,
I'd rather have it 'Jason Thomas Fraser'."
"Shit, he has it picked out already!" Ricky squealed. "He has it all lined up!
God I can't wait!"
"When did you think of this?" Jeff continued.
"Just now, but it was easy because Jason and Thomas are two of my favorite
names. I like Thomas because of the name 'Tommy'."
"Well mister," Jeffrey Lee Fraser said, "you are now 'Jason Fraser' in my
eyes."
"And in ours," Ricky added.
Henceforth everyone would refer to me as Jason.

Greg was examining Ricky's cum-coated underwear. It was still a little sticky,
even now! "Ricky, how do you.. manage to cum so much without even jacking off?"
he asked.
"I really don't know, I guess it's my big balls."
"Let me feel them," I said. "Sure, JASON!" he walked over and they were indeed
very large testicles. I was very gentle and soon found myself rubbing his
entire scrotum. "Oh, Jaaa-son.. that feels good. You know I do actually like
that name better?"
"Yeah," I said, "I kinda thought you might. You know what I was just thinking?"
"What's that?"
"It's.. a good thing that we're out of Georgia because.. they have certain
laws, I mean, they may have them here, but God knows they aren't that
strict..."
"Yeah, and who in Sam Hell is going to know unless the pigs come in our gate?"
Ricky said. "Nobody. They probably know this shit goes on.."
"Hell Ricky," Jeff said, "they don't care because everyone on the damn police
force probably gives each other blowjobs anyway..." Ricky burst into laughter.
Damn.. I thought.. to see Ricky laugh. Oh, it was so much better than an
expressionless face.. something glum, but then Ricky was seldom glum.. they all
were. But there was no doubt that Ralph was probably fairly new to MOST of
this. These thoughts raised more questions in my mind. What better time or
place than now to..
"Ralph..."
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something really personal?" I don't know why I said that, I knew
I could ask the little bastard anything, but I just.. wanted to watch my steps.
"You know you can ask me anything, uh, Jason!" He had started to call me Karl.
They would soon get used to it.
"Actually.. if.. damn.." I paused.
"What? What's the matter?"
"Ricky.. since we're like, talking about shit out of our past and all, just for
me if not anyone else's interest, would.. you mind just walking me through that
day in school when you fucked Ralph and got kicked out?"
"Oh hell Jas.. you know it, man. I mean, I need to tell you ALL, because hey..
Jeff has really wanted the 'big scoop' all along and I really don't think that
I have been all that super in-depth with this thing, like as if to put YOU guys
in the picture, but I'm gonna do it."
"Shit yeah!" Ralph screamed. "Fill these lamers in. Hell Rick, let's start from
the beginning of the class!"
"Yeah.. I will man, I never even carried Jeff back that far, I don't think.."
"No, no you didn't," Jeff agreed. "I'd die to hear it, just like it was!"
We all refilled our drinks and I turned the VCR off. This brought something
else to my attention- we didn't need a TV right away, until we got one we could
use the viewing section of the VCR- hook an antenna to it and watch it right
through there to the monitor.. I'd hook it up tomorrow probably.

"Okay Jason," Ricky started, "let's see just how clear we can make this picture
for you. This seemed to be a normal school day I guess.. I was there and Ralphy
was there, obviously hah.." Ralph laughed. "This was Friday. I was kinda hot
that day because I knew tomorrow was Saturday and if nothing else I might see
Ralph at the pool, or meet him in his basement for an ever-so-brief encounter.
If Ralph's mom knew I had come over.. she'd ask me to leave."
"Really?!" I said. "This is not FAIR!"
"No, this is not fair," he agreed. "And if she did, she'd 'spank' me," Ralph
chimed in. "She only caught 'em over there once, and that was because I was
talking too loud. She investigated and wanted to make sure 'her son' wasn't
talking to himself..."
"Why would she not allow Ricky over?"
Ralph sighed. "Because.. she knew about Ricky. Word got around through a few
teachers, or something. So to her, Ricky was 'bad news', or a 'bad example', or
something.. To her, Ricky was a homosexual. I was a perfect angel who was
dating fish..."
"Yeah, I knew that got around, leaked some," Ricky added. "I had been suspended
before, once for yelling obscenities, and once for.. flashing a dude in the
locker room.."
"Flashing a dude?" Jeff inquired. "Is that what that was?!"
"Yeah.. I kept pretending to get dressed, but I kept flashing this dude named
Rusty Larkins.. he was obviously straight because he told Coach Roberts."
"Damn!" I said. Ralph said he had heard about it, but... this was the first
time that HE had heard it from the horse's mouth. Over the next several weeks,
we'd probably hear a lot.
"Anyway," Ricky said, getting back to the story, "We were in English class
together the period before P.E., right? Ralph and I kept smiling at each other