SUMMER DAY
PART 2
Back in the other room, what we had decided to do was just as Ricky
had thought, to ask Ralph if he wanted to be a part of our little
family. With the money we had and the money we were probably
destined to make, we would surely have enough to have another mouth
to feed, both sexually and... moneywise. We agreed though to wait
until at least tomorrow night to ask Ralph the detrimental
question, just to let him get adjusted to it for now, see if he
liked it, and make sure we weren't too pushy. As the eldest member
of this new colony, I was left as the last man to make most of the
decisions, a "Captain Kirk of the U.S.S. Enterprise," if you will.
I really didn't mind if Ralph went along, but.. I wanted to talk to
Ricky though to get some insiders (heh!) on the guy first. I wasn't
much of a domineering person, but since I was older, I felt I was
in a better position to handle it and also that I could adjust to
it quickly even if I wasn't dominant SEXUALLY. Leading a bunch of
guys financially would be easy; my hindsight is 20/20 and I know
they are as much like me those few years ago as anybody. It was
obvious that having sex with each other with them was a high
priority at keeping their sanity. Jeff, Greg and Paul all had
stable jobs, which they would have to leave now of course. Marty
had been looking for work but even so was easily capable of living
happily on his brothers' handouts every week. He was given at least
a $10 allowance, as was Ricky. Marty had held a part-time job at
the local grocery store, but it was only temporary and the benefits
were too shabby.
We stayed in the room for a little while because we, as did Paul
and Marty, wanted Ricky and Ralph to have room to get adjusted
before we became permanent spectators of their young, yet sensuous
sexual acts. We were horny now, thinking about them in the other
room, thinking about us, and we had ourselves a nice little
three-way imagining what was going on both in the other room as
well as in here. Jeff pissed in Greg's mouth. He filled it up and
managed to cut it off without spilling a drop. He swallowed some,
then offered me a kiss and spit some into my mouth. It was good,
and I loved it. They both smiled at me. This was to be my
initation, with both of these boys. Tonight, in this room they
would show me just how deep their sexual activity ran.
Back in the living room, which had boards placed on the exterior by
the boys when their parents left so they could roam free unseen,
Ricky was literally fucking Ralph's brains out. That pole was
going, now like it never had. Releasing all the frustrations that
Ricky had built up since he had last fucked Ralph in that school
gym locker room. Ricky came inside Ralph, which made Ralph cum all
over the floor, ceiling, even the TV screen. Ricky pulled out, his
gun still firing. "Oh shit, oh shit, Ralph you feel so GOOD inside
you sex god! Ohhh.." Ricky took Ralph into his arms and hugged him,
then they kissed. This made Paul and Marty want to kiss so they
turned to each other and kissed. Ralph had his arm around Ricky's
shoulder when Ricky took a finger and lowered it to Ralph's
butthole and slid it in. Wiggled it around a little. It was clear;
Ricky and Ralph had the hots for each other. It was clear to Ricky
that he would go with us. Ricky talked with me about an hour later.
I asked him if he had to take prescription drugs, etc. and he told
me "no," to which he said, "he was about to, though. Ralph said his
mom was talking to a psychiatrist and he ok'd it for her to give
him something to make him less horny. Ralph said 'no way'. She said
'it's either that, mister, or you can pack a bag and go'. That's
when he stormed off in a rage." Ricky told me they had fucked to
which I replied "good deal!" He said he was sure they were
sweethearts now. About that time, Ralph walked in and wanted to
talk. He wasn't really shy, but not nearly as bold as he newly-made
boyfriend.
"Hey," Ralph said.
"Hi, Ralph. Uh, I see you're naked too."
"Yeah.. heh.. it's the only way to go."
"Yeah. It is," I agreed, smiling.
"I wanna talk to you, big dude," Ralph said to which Ricky
snickered at a little. Ricky began putting fingers up my asshole.
Soon he took them out and sat on my lap; he purposely guided my
nuclear missile up his ass as he slowly sat down on it.
"Do you want me to go with you all to Florida?" Ralph asked.
"Well," I said, knowing that this was WAY ahead of gameplan and
could set our move up a bit quicker. I was glad he was asking but I
certainly wasn't expecting it. "Yes. I was going to ask you if you
wanted to go with us, we'd love to have you in our family, but only
if you think you'd really like it. I just say that because it won't
be long 'til you're committed, since we have to leave soon and
there wouldn't be any turning back. So, take some time and think,
if you want. Either way, you better be sure!
"Oh, yes sir," (why was he calling me 'sir'? I felt 30 years older
right then.) "I know for sure that I want to go. There's nothing
that would do me any good here."
"You don't need to call me 'sir'.. heh.. I'm just a year older than
Jeff.. 'sir' just doesn't sound good. Just call me Karl, or Dad if
you have to..." "Okay, Karl.." Ralph snickered. That made Ricky
snicker. That made Ricky bob up and down on my lap, over which his
hole was on my prick. "Come here," Ricky called to Ralph, who stood
up off the bed. "Want sum pee?" Ricky asked, smiling.
"Yeah."
Ralph wrapped his lips around Ricky's cock, and Ricky turned on the
faucet. After a minute, Ralph pulled off and said "that's enough,"
but Ricky was still pissin'. He just pulled his hot rod back and
began spraying himself and me both. We got wet and we loved it. He
guided some in his own mouth, and some in mine too. It was great.
"Ricky, you are the cutest animal," I said. "Thanks, Karl. I love
you." "I love you too. I love Ralph over there too." Ralph was
still sucking down the rest of the piss he had in his mouth. "Ohh
shit," Ralph said. "I gotta pee..." "Do it now. Soak us down," I
said, motioning for Ricky to get up go with me to the pissroom. We
did, and had a real splash. Then the rest of the boys came in and
came up with a good name for the room. Greg got a big can of black
spray paint and painted "ON GOLDEN POND" in big letters on the wall
beside the entranceway. Ricky laughed like shit. Then I tickled
Ricky under the arms and ha laughed some more. Everybody peed all
over everybody now. Only I wanted to pee up Paul's asshole and have
him shoot it back in my face. I did, and he really let me have it.
Ralph, having already pissed, had gotten a feather out of the
closet in the hall and rubbed the back of Ricky's heels with it.
Ricky shivered, looked down and saw it. Then he bent over and let
Ralph FUCK HIM. Ralph knew how to use that five and a half, too.
There was indeed, a pond in that room that night. And everybody was
swimming in it. Soon though it was late, and everyone was tired.
After we got all cleaned up, we all got in one big bed. It was a
queen size, appropriately named. Ricky slept with his dick in
Ralph's ass all night. Ricky later told me that at one time Ralph
was a girl watcher, but after a girl had thrown an apple at him,
which hit him in the head at the school lunchroom for being "too
fresh" and required seven stitches, he said to hell with the idea.
He knew what he really wanted was cock anyway, it was just some
cute BOYS that put him up to getting fresh, and that wasn't the
real Ralph Manning. The real Ralph Manning was loving the hell out
of Ricky, who was his North Star, his guiding light, his voice in
the darkness. "Ricky?" "Wha'?" "Do you love me?" "Yeah, Ralph I
really love you. Be quiet or you'll wake Karl and the rest." "WE'RE
STILL AWAKE," we seemed to chime in unison. "Ssssshhhit," said
Ricky. "That's okay," I said. "I'm eating this up." Ricky pulled
out of Ralph's butt to turn to my cock. "And I'm eating THIS up,"
he said and moved so fast on my rod that I couldn't get it up fast
enough. I gave him my wad.
I don't know when the others finally floated off, but the big clock
said something like 4 am before I ever quit looking at it. I kept
thinking it was all a dream and the next morning when I awoke it
would all be gone away and I would awaken to a noisy alarm clock
that told me it was time to go to work. That's why it took me
forever to fall asleep. Jeff promised me though that we'd all hold
hands in our sleep as long as we could just to be comfortable. Of
course, once we turned over that was no longer possible, especially
as our grip loosened in the night. But for now anyway, it was
comforting. I knew, as I faded away like a late-night television
station going off the air, that no dreams in dreamland could
replace what I had felt today.
I awoke to see everyone else still asleep. All except for Ricky.
Ricky was quietly stroking his dick in solitude. He saw me looking
at him, grinned and kept on.
"How long you been awake?" I whispered.
Oh , ten-twenty minutes," he whispered back, looking at the clock
and seeing it was just after nine. As I was between Ricky and Jeff,
I casually reached over and he let me replace his hand with mind.
"Bet that hand is tired," I said. "Not really, I'm
about-ready-to-shoot-anyway," he said, very sexy. I took his wad
again, damn could that boy cum. He was a true-to-life sex machine
and never seemed to tire of shooting his load just about anywhere
he could.
Ricky and I got up and walked to the kitchen to eat a bowl of
cereal. Alas even with all these boys, you do still tend to get
hungry for food. Ricky went into the living room and slid into
Ralph's jockeys; he wanted to try to cream in them before Ralph had
to put them on again.
Ricky looked neat in underwear, I had never seen him in it before.
Cute! Halfway through eating, Ricky cut a long, noisy smelly fart.
He giggled and nearly had to lay his spoon down. He was shaking in
his chair from laughter and then farted again. We got up, went into
the living room. I sat in a chair, he got on the floor on all fours
and farted up a storm in the underwear. "I can't help it, I just
got gas," he was saying. I walked over, told him it was okay,
popped the elastic around the underwear. "Do that again," he
prompted me, and I did. Boy those were smelly farts and I tended to
want to go back to the kitchen. I did and he soon joined me. His
hair was getting a little long in front and it was a little bit in
the way of his eyes, he had to keep pushing it away. It was one of
those mod skater's haircuts, and the light brown color of it and
the texture alone made me stiffen. He may have loved Ralph, but it
was plain to see he didn't care if he messed around with his other
brothers either!
After we finished and the other brothers had finally gotten up and
gone to eat as well, I watched Ricky as he smeared Ralph's
underwear into the piss that was still in the room from the night
before. Then he put them back on. "Couldn't resist," he said. We
walked back into the kitchen. "Whoa, what have we here?" Jeff said
as he downed a frozen waffle.
"Little brother wanted to wet his shorts," Ricky said.
"Aren't those Ralph's?" Jeff inquired and I nodded, thinking Jeff
might say "that was mean" or "you shouldn't do that."
"He'll be in for a treat," Jeff said, giggling. "Yeah. Dipped em in
our pool from last night," Ricky added.
"You might wanna go add more pee to it, if you haven't already",
Greg suggested. "You pee'd yet, Rick?" Ricky nodded and said, "I'll
go do that right now."
Ralph was obviously sleeping a little late today. So? He deserved
it.. he had to have gone through HELL yesterday!
I wanted to see this, so I went with Ricky back to the 'Golden
Pond' and watched him really open up that piss slit and coat the
undergarments with fresh, hot sticky pee. It flowed down his leg
and mixed with that already on the floor. He gave me a show, too -
while he was doing it, he waved his lower portion back and forth in
a fucking motion, loving every second of it, the fucking motions
having such fury that they caused the pee coming out of the
underwear through the fabric to be hurled in the air and hit the
wall. Then he directed it at me and that's when I walked over and
hugged him as he was finishing up. It seemed he knew what kind of
show to put on for me, and he filled the bill to a 'T'. He waited
until most of the dripping subsided, then walked back into the rest
of the house to find Ralph eating eggs and bacon. He took one look
at Ricky and nearly choked.
"Whaaaa.. whaa.. whose underwear is that?" Ralph asked as he
recognized the pattern on the elastic.
"Give ya one guess," Ricky said as he smiled at Ralph.
"Cool!" Ralph sneered. "Do I get to wear them?"
"Yeah, seein' how I don't wear undies.. I was gonna put a load in
them for you, but.. I never got a free one... I guess I'm creamin'
a little bit now though.." "I guess maybe you are," Ralph said,
asking for the shorts as he finished his food. Ralph put them on
and walked into the living room with Ricky.
I sat and chatted with the other guys. "They look like they're
hitting it off well," I said. "Yeah. They've been friends since
fifth grade," said Jeff. "They just found out about themselves one
day in P.E. when Ricky had a hardon looking at Ralph in the locker
room. He told me the whole story. This is how they eventually got
in trouble there. Dad spanked the shit out of him, and that's where
Ricky got the thing yesterday about 'preaching about homosexuality'
when I hung up the phone, remember?
"Yeah. I remember. Well, if I have any say so in the matter, you'll
never deal with anything like that again."
"Oh, you have ABSOLUTE say-so in the matter, Karl," Jeff said.
"That reminds me of something I once heard... Jeff, you won't kill
me if I use your name in something.. different would you?"
"A signature?"
"No, a - a joke."
"No! Go ahead...."
"Ok," I began, "this is something I heard years ago, you may have
heard it, then again.. Jeff, Jeff, he's our leader. He's the one
who sucks our peter. For a nickel, for a dime, he will suck it all
the time."
I was applauded and whistled at.
"Much obliged, much obliged," I resounded. Ricky stuck his head in
the door.
"What was that, I missed it!"
"Nothing," Jeff said. "I'll tell you later." Everyone chuckled. We
left the dinner table. That afternoon, we all pooled our monies. I
took mine out of the bank, Jeff, Greg and Paul all took theirs out.
The total sum was damn near a mil. Ricky whistled. "You can do that
AGAIN," Jeff said. "I knew we had a little, but I didn't know we
had that much."
"It'll have to stretch though," I added, "but if we can stretch it
as long as Ricky's dick, we'll be in good shape!" Ricky mused.
"I want to try to leave within the next couple of days, hopefully
tomorrow," I said, getting approving looks from both Greg and Jeff.
Ricky was so happy to be with Ralph that he didn't care. Then I
thought: Woops. Seven people. Going to be tight for space in that
car. Hmm. Could I get a trade-in, pawn some furniture.. something,
get a van? A good van that you could live in? Maybe.
There are good options these days. I talked it over with the gang.
They were all for it and would be willing to wait that one extra
day if I wanted. Good, I might need it. I want a van. This car is a
wreck, plus it's too small, especially with the addition of Ralph.
After spending all day Monday running around like a chicken with
its head cut off trying to pool our money, sell my furniture, trade
in my car, etc., we drove off the lot with one of the best vans I
had seen; it wasn't as big as a Winnebago or as small as a Toyota
mini-van. It was a happy split between them and it was nice inside,
better yet it wasn't used, it was brand new. The rules were simple.
The guys would be able to close the windows and put up the opaque
screen if they wanted to get raunchy, but NO PISSING on the van. I
think these guys were smart enough to know better, I was fairly
certain, but sometimes you just have to say "let's just see if they
prove you wrong or not" and control their urges to dry contact on
the van. Hell, they knew sperm shots would be okay, just... no pee.
I told everyone and they told me they understood. Boom, end of
story.
We got back to the house about 3 after we had bought the van and
let Jeff take us out to a really nice place for lunch. We planned
no trips to the grocery store; just about all the necessary
supplies were about to run out, which was just as well - we were
planning now to leave tomorrow since I had been so quick to get the
van, which would not have been possible without everyone's morale
support. What was so strange about the day was that, not only was
everyone in decent clothing as I was, but- the last people I
expected to behave in the salesman's office, Ralph and particularly
Ricky, sat there in the chair the whole time with his hands folded
in his lap. "Damn," I thought. "He can be so businesslike when he
wants to be." The only thing he asked about was if it were possible
to lower some of the rear seats to form a bed- one of the main
things I was interested in and forgot to mention. Shit, he was just
as smart as I was, but just wanted to do as I did, hang on to his
boyhood for as long as possible.
As we got home everyone stripped, and Ralph promptly stripped to
his piss-laden underwear. I sat by him in the sales office, wanting
to get as close to him as possible so I could smell it and the
salesman couldn't just in case the odor got- uncontrollable. It
didn't, and I could only smell it faintly. Now the piss in the
garment was starting to reek a little as Ricky took it off for
Ralph.
Ralph's basket had remained soaking in it and it was really wet.
Ricky took the underwear and took a deep whiff, asking if anybody
else wanted some. Of course they did! The garment was passed from
hand to hand all the way around the group of us boys. Jeff and Greg
were anxious to add their own pee to it, so they took it in the
other room and did as I watched Ricky kneel in front of Ralph and
suck him off. He took a break once Ralph was so hard he couldn't
stand it.
Ricky stood up and started licking every inch of Ralph's body- I
had never seen two boys so young go at it so intently in my life!
He went around his nipples with his tongue, rounding them very
softly, Ralph softly embracing Ricky around his back. He moved down
now, encircling the belly button, and dabbling his tongue in the
very center of it. Ralph giggled to which Ricky responded by doing
it some more. Cum began to drip off the end of Ralph's dick, so
Ricky quickly moved back to it and sucked it. He also got tough
with his balls, licking the boy's ballsack intently.
Jeff and Greg came back in, Greg wearing the undergarment which was
too small for him to say the least. His dick and balls pressed
firmly against the fly of them, and it was easy to see the piss
slit and the head of it through the wet fabric, now more yellow
than ever, still dripping even into the living room.
Seeing this, Ricky who was now sticking his finger up Ralph's ass,
mentally could take no more restraint; knowing it was the last day
to be in this house, to escape its boundaries from this living hell
to the promises for freedom that lie ahead, he pissed all over
Ralph in earnest just where he was standing; he showered Ralph by
pinching the head of his ten-inch cock which looked more like a
man's than a boy's, lifting the spray of piss to almost ceiling
level, coating the two boys as the rest of us got into the
"rainfall". Everyone was opening their mouth, catching drops of dew
that were falling. As he ended, I walked over to Ricky and rubbed
my hands over his body. Down his back around the curvature of his
spine. He was wet and felt good with the cover of his own urine. He
was stiffening, but as I allowed my finger to drift into his anus,
he went to an as-hard-as-possible state. I then lay on my back on
the floor, sucking Ricky as Ricky continued to kneel and suck
Ralph, looking up I could see the underside of Ralph's balls,
dripping Ricky's pee onto my chest. All the time I was doing this,
the others were having a four way and Marty also gave a piss-shower
in the living room. Today would be it; tomorrow morning we would be
on the road.
It was impossible to suck ALL of Ricky, even deep-throating at best
I did good to get seven inches into my mouth. Jeff swore that he
had taken it all at one time; today however he seemed to bomb out
at about eight and a half. Ricky was happy to let anyone try to
swallow it; after all he was gay and proud of it.
Hell, who wouldn't be with four brothers - now SIX brothers - who
were also? Hell yeah!
Ricky even left Ralph's dick unattended again for a moment to rim
his asshole with his tongue- something I found Ricky had never done
before, and he kept looking to me for approval of what he was
doing. "Just like everything else," I told him, "do what comes
natural. Do whatever you want, you can't hurt him unless you bite
something.."
"Hehe, really?"
"That's right. But stick your tongue in there too far and you might
taste shit. Real shit. If you don't like it, be careful. Its like
eating fresh fish; you chew carefully to avoid swallowing a bone.."
"Yeah, I gotcha. What does shit taste like, anyway?"
"I won't say 'you don't want to know,' but if you like how it
smells..."
"Nope, I don't. I can't stand it.."
"Okay. Consider the taste may be three or four times that bad, and
something you can't get rid of as fast as you can walk away from a
smell; a taste you have to either eat something else or gargle it
way."
"Yeah. Thanks."
He kept rimming his asshole, got brave and tasted the inner areas
of his hole, and Ralph was pre-cumming again. Indicating it to
Ricky, he nodded in approval and let me go to his waiting tool to
suck him. Ralph didn't care, in fact he had been wanting to
interact with some of the other guys too, and while we all
considered him to be just a little too young for us, we felt that
since he'd be with us and his sexual preference was now
unquestionable, we'd "fuck around" with him. Zap! His rod shuttered
violently and cum rushed into my mouth. Gobs of it. It was all I
could DO to hold all of his teen cum. Ricky was through rimming and
pulled away. "How was it?" Ricky asked me, surprised that it wasn't
the other way around, me asking Ricky.
"Loved it," I said, Ralph's wad fresh as a dew melon. "This was
different," Ricky assured me, "but I would love to do it again
sometime." We cleaned up and sat around naked for a while. Ricky
went to his suitcase and exposed a copy of a teen magazine, which
was called 'Bop'. Some of these magazines encompassed male movie
stars, which may have been intended moreso for female readers, but
he was just as happy as any girl would be. He was a big fan of
Corey Haim as was Ricky, as was I. Corey had been in such movies as
"The Lost Boys," and "License To Drive". A lot of the shots were
candid and more than a little interesting, particularly if you were
a teenager and looking for a role model.
But Ralph now had Ricky as a role model, and he intended to keep it
that way. "I don't guess we want to take anything with us but our
clothes and personal junk," Jeff said.
"Right. We can fit 'em under the last seat. We can leave it folded
back all the time."
"I like that van," Ricky said, who was a big influence in picking
the color, a dark mauve.
"Ricky?" I said.
"Yeah?"
"Do you have a license?"
"Yyyyeah... I just.. never have driven that much. The last time I
drove I saw this really cute guy walking on the side of the road
and I almost got a traffic ticket..."
Everyone laughed. "I remember it well," Marty said. "It was last
month and the guy was pushing a bike with his shirt off, tucked
into his jeans. We all drive, actually, we just.. haven't done a
lot of it except for my original three older brothers."
Good. I knew I could use them on the interstate.
Now Marty was tracing around Ricky's tit, as Ricky had done to me
yesterday. It really made them stand on end.
We spend the rest of the day kinda resting up. Still, Paul had to
gang-bang somebody. Ricky accepted the invitation, and Paul shot
off so much sperm up Ricky's ass that a lot of it came back out.
"Well, I gotta take a shit anyway...." Ricky said. He did too and
while none of us were into scat, they were all regularly favorable
of going to watch someone shit, the shitter would stand up as often
as possible at the toilet and spread his cheeks to show shit coming
out. I liked it, it was different and it showed me that these guys
literally did NOTHING without the other guys around, which gave
their whole relationship the strongest possible sense of sincerity.
Ricky took a nice long shit. First you could see Paul's shit come
out as it coated the end of the first turd. It was a short, choppy
turd. Then came another long, long turd. It really flunked when it
hit the water. Then finally a few shorter ones. Then a long slow
fart. "Ahhh," he said and was hugged and kissed by each of his
brothers as we all took turns wiping his butt. Now, they didn't
always watch each other, just once in a while, but Ricky just
wanted to demonstrate how close they really were to each other.
Ricky's dick was limp at the moment, one of the few times it would
be. He took it, curved it around and showed us just how far he
could stick it backwards up his asscrack. A long way! He even took
the head and strained it to get it just slightly into his hole
before his rod started to stiffen and come back out. He was turning
himself on too much, as he was turning us on, too. He couldn't do
anything else like that as his rod was just too hard.
The only complaint I had was, the day just went too fast and though
we knew we had to go to bed a little earlier that night so we'd be
all fresh for the road ahead, we didn't want to. We wanted to stay
up ALL NIGHT and make love. We lay there in the bed in the same
places we were in the night before. Just as I was about to "fall
off the log," Ricky reached over with his playful hands and began
playing with mine. Then it went from that to sucking it. Ralph had
on his piss-laden underwear in the bed to keep him cool, and it
started smelling soooo good. I commented to Ricky about it and he
told me he liked it too. He slowly tried to slide them off Ralph
without waking him. But Ralph was still awake because he wanted to
see the skin show! "Go ahead.. take 'em," he said.
He did and Ricky put them on for a few minutes. It made Ricky
hornier because he knew Ralph had worn them and had gotten them all
hot.. and steamy, yeah.. so Ricky's pre-cum jism started filling
them. He wasn't aware of it, it just started and it wouldn't stop.
After he sucked me dry he took them back off, laid back down, laid
the shorts on his face and began taking long deep breaths of it.
His cream went in his mouth and mixed with mine. He swallowed some
and knew what had happened. "Hey, Karl?"
"Yeah.."
"Remember yesterday when I first kissed you?"
"The sperm?"
"Yeahhhhh.. kiss me now."
I did. Mmmmmmmmm... he did. He gave me the load, but then entwined
me and took that tongue of his and performed some magic inside my
mouth. He brushed it all around inside, pushing the sperm down my
throat and rubbing his dick between my legs slowly. This movement
awoke the others, and they just lay there and watched, then began
doing this to each other. When Ricky felt a little natural high
from doing this, he stopped and smiled, his face as red in the glow
of the nightlight as it had been yesterday when he was so hot and
bothered. He looked into my eyes, which seemed to be saying, "you
fox, do it again." He did, too, just as intensely. I thought, "God,
if I had just been in HIS SHOES at sixteen..."
Ricky laid back down with the underwear on his face.
I joined Paul, Jeff and Greg doing the same thing. It was a
terrific night. I wasn't an elder to them; I was an equal and that
was all that counted. Jeff left me and began fondling Ricky's
unsuspecting cock. Ricky pulled the underwear off his face to see
his brother, a little dazed. "Hey Rick, I know I haven't really..
well, messed with you as much as you'd like. I promise little boy
that's gonna change."
Jeff hadn't either, not like he'd messed and mused with his other
brothers. He had always treated Marty and Ricky like they were the
last ones on the totem pole, only playing with them individually
when the other guys weren't horny.
Jeff had never made this commitment before, and hearing this made
Ricky's tool stiffen fast. Jeff kissed his littlest natural brother
with all the spirit and intentions that he had ever kissed his
other brothers with; which matched or excelled the intent and fury
that Ricky and I had kissed. Passionately and forcefully. Jeff
pushed Ricky's little tongue out of the way and explored the very
depths of Ricky's mouth without choking him. He then took Ricky's
dick between his legs, and jerked on it until he came and shot MY
OWN cock with his cum. I got it on my hand and licked it off. Then
I kissed Jeff, letting him taste it. Jeff then left Ricky with his
underwear, exploring my mouth. Before the night was over I had done
all of this at least once with all six, which included Ralph. This
lasted well into the night, but as we were all relaxed and
listening to a CD of "Muskrat Love" by America, I felt that we were
all in such a dreamlike state that it wouldn't affect us tomorrow.
I was already so close to these guys that if anything happened to
any one of them, I'd rather they cut off my left arm..........
etc,. etc...
After a restful sleep, we all awoke pretty much at the same time,
it was just after 8. We had loaded suitcases and everything the
night before, so... we were pretty much set to go. We were actually
all NOT looking forward to riding, but getting there as fast as we
could once we got on the road because we knew the one driving would
be in a most agonizing position. Still, we would make it.
Before we left, I tried something while we were all still naked. I
knew Ricky had the biggest dick, so I picked him up, put him on the
back of my shoulders and let him ride the back of my neck a minute.
I wanted to see if his dick were long enough when it were hard, to
reach my mouth. I knew he was light, anyway. So he climbed on a
chair and got up there. Instantly his hardon was pressing against
the back of my head, I could feel it. He guided it down and around,
past my ear and down to my face. He could actually wave it so that
the head was right in my line of vision! That was wild! God it was
so big up close, waving it in my face. I found that if I turned my
head, he could get the rod in my mouth sideways, but it would be
poking my jaw on the other side. It was too stiff to try to suck
because it wouldn't bend at all. Ralph played with his ass while he
was up there. I looked in a full-length mirror. God he looked good
up there and you could really see his dick. He really had a good
body. He put his dick back in now and pissed a long stream in my
mouth. I drank every drop and longed for more. Jeff had more, so I
let Ricky down and took some of Jeff's.. I couldn't handle it all,
although I should've tried anyway.
Well, we all got dressed and I went into the bathroom and pissed on
my own underwear before I put it on. Not only was I horny enough to
do that, but I thought, hell, it might even bring me good luck. I'm
not superstitious, but I just thought "Ralph is new, and he's
wearin' that raunchy stuff... maybe it'll help me if I'm the one
behind the wheel for a while just.. keep my cool better because wet
underwear in the right situation did.. make me feel better. Hell,
it was a trend. I didn't particularly want to be seen, but Ricky
cracked the bathroom door open slightly because he had heard
noises, and he saw me slide into it. "Damn," he said. "Wasn't sure
if you liked wearing that shit like that."
"Yeah. Once in a while.. when I'm not going to any fancy
occasions..."
"Looks.. uh, good on you," Ricky said, lightly musing his own cock.
"Thanks, I thought it would. Better go get ready..."
He left, went in with the other boys and told them. Damn, I started
a trend. Now everybody wanted to wet their shorts and wear them,
except Ricky and Jeff, who wore jeans but no shorts.
Thirty minutes later we were on the road and southbound. I started
the driving; when I got tired Jeff was going to take it; I promised
Ricky I'd let him take it once we got way out the interstate
because I wanted to watch him at first just to make sure he was
going to be the good driver that I knew that he would be. Damn my
wet shorts did feel good; they got my jeans a little wet but since
these jeans weren't faded it was kinda hard to tell. Ricky just sat
there with his dick out his jeans, later he pulled his balls out
too. "Damn Ricky," Paul said, "you might as well be naked."
"I know!" Ricky said. "I'm not gonna do it though cos we're gonna
stop in a few minutes to get something to eat."
"That's right!" I said, confirming what nobody even bothered to
tell him. This kid was definitely smart for 16. I suddenly had
feelings going through my head like, "Shit, he probably doesn't
NEED more schooling, he probably knows enough NOW to graduate."
"Ricky!"
"Yeah?!"
"Spell 'flagellate'." That was a word I often had trouble with
myself.
"F-L-A...G-E-L-L-A-T-E. Is that it?"
"That's it!"
"Wowzers," Jeff said, "he can spell better than I can," and rubbed
his hand through Ricky's hair.
"Yeah... want me to do some algebra? I got a "B" in that last
quarter...
"Naah," I yelled. "Just wanted to uh... dunno.. heh.. see if you
were as smart as I knew you already were."
"Yeah," Jeff said. "He did really great in school."
We pulled into an International House of Pancakes and went in and
chowed down. I had a lot of our money converted to Traveler's
Cheques, American Express. The cash we had left over was in a
special lockup place in the van under those back seats, which was
hard to get to anyway. Before the thief even got to the lock, he'd
be slowed down moving all those suitcases!
Shit- on the road we'd have to piss as everyone else did.. in
urinals. Ricky told me he wasn't looking forward to it. Actually
Ricky was 11 when he enjoyed the art of pissing on himself in the
tub, or peeing in the clear tub water before he felt "old enough"
to take showers to see himself yellow the water up.
The rest of the guys hadn't agreed on it until that day- that
infamous day when he couldn't get out of Marty's ass fast enough.
Before we left we all went to pee- Ricky took the urinal beside me
and halfway through he "threatened" to piss on my shoe - he knew
better though and just let a little go on the floor near me. Marty
and Ralph weren't even doing that.. they were sharing a urinal and
kept crossing streams, finally pissing at such an angle that their
two streams seemed to be as one.
We had eaten in Macon and Jeff said he was ready to drive a while
if I wanted to give my foot a rest. Yeah- I wanted to give my foot
a rest and give my dick a break! As soon as we got back in, Ricky
immediately let his dick and balls back out, finally as I came back
there he said "fuck this", put up the opaque screens and ripped off
his jeans and shirt. I sat naked beside him also. He just sat
there, looking at me and Ralph. Ralph also got naked. I wasn't
really stiff, but Ricky seeing his boyfriend naked next to him made
him get hard fast.
This made me and Ralph both get hard. "I hate this, cos if I wanted
to fuck you I'd have to do it lyin' down," Ricky said to Ralph.
"Yeah. Why don't we go back there and you just fuck the shit out of
me?" Ralph suggested.
They got up and folded down a couple of seats. Ricky got out some
lubricant and greased his pole while I watched. He got it as slick
as a 50's haircut. Then he fucked Ralph in earnest. I turned to
again face forward. Greg was riding shotgun with Jeff. It was
actually a little load off my mind just to be out of town and on to
something new and more solid. "Yeah, it is," Paul agreed.
"Have you noticed something?"
"What's that," I said.
"Greg and I are actually twins. We don't look alike, but we were
born on the same day."
"No, I didn't notice that... you're right, you have the same color
eyes, but other than that.."
"Ain't that right Greg," Paul yelled.
"Yeah, yeah.. right, right."
Gregory Fraser hadn't heard a word his brother had said.
"Whatever you said, it was right."
I could hear some "ohhh... ohhh's" coming from the back of the van,
and then an intense, "ow! I feel good!"
"Did somebody cum back there or something," I said
"You bet I did," Ricky said. "I stimulated Ralph until he did too.
You said my cock was long an' lean bro.. heh..."
"Yeahhhh.. I did," I said. "An' you fuck like a bunny rabbit. Wish
my cock could recover that quick.."
"I wish I could too," Jeff said, looking at us in the rear view.
Hmm.. we were behind a slow-moving car, damn buddy the speed
limit's 55, not 25! "I'm steppin' on it," Jeff informed me. He went
around the car, which was really doing a little under 50. As we
passed, I saw it was a car full of dudes. I saw someone turn up a
Michelob, God I hope it wasn't the driver..
"Jeff, get on around this guy," I said. "I'm workin' on it.."
We made it on by and left them behind. He told me that we just had
about a quarter of a tank of gas left. Damn, this thing holds about
22 gallons.. yeah, but still we better stop soon. Ricky took the
hint as he saw me get dressed again, all but my shirt. So, he and
Ralph put on all but their shirts. Still, now Ricky took his hand
and squeezed my crotch. Then he felt through the jeans enough to
know where my cock was. He pressed it a few minutes before we got
to the Chevron station. He was smiling the whole time and I had to
have another hug. He did and we kissed again. It seemed to be
something I needed more and more. He was all too willing to comply
and whether I sensed it or not, he needed it too.
Bang! That tank of gas cost us nearly $15! Shit! Talk about liquid
gold.. but I knew of some more liquid gold that was free.. just
waiting for me to take and drink of. I got some cups out of the
back of the van while we had stopped. "Ricky, I want ya to piss in
this for me. I know I said no pissing on the van, but.. I meant no
uncontrollable pissing. This is uh.."
"For you to drink."
"Yeah."
"God, you've become addicted to my pee, Karl."
"Everyone has," Jeff assured him. We were still about 75 miles from
the Florida line now. After we got in Florida, I was contemplating
letting Ricky drive. He said he would and he would "try to keep us
in the same lane unless he switched, and try to keep the van on all
four tires..."
Greg took the wheel now while Jeff left the front. He drove as well
as Jeff. I should hope so! "That cruise control is fantastic," Jeff
assured me as I told Greg to turn that tape up some- he was playing
"Animal" by Def Leppard, one of my favorite songs, which was also
Ricky's favorite, appropriately enough, because he was certainly an
animal - we all were. I began sipping on the cup of piss which
Ricky had filled about halfway. Mmm.. good smell. He took a whiff
and just sat there with the wildest smile on his face like "look
what good shit I've concocted for you..."
Hell, he even wanted to sample it first.
"Good shit," he assured me.
It was, too, I drank a swallow. Mmmm.. better than it smelled. Bam-
I took the rest of it in one draught, not even stopping for a
breath. "Burp!!" Oh shit, Ricky was on another laughing binge.
"Somebody tickle this.. heh. this motherfucker so he'll shut up!!!!
Aiigghhh!"
Ralph did. Hard. It was fun watching those two. I tugged at Ralph's
jeans to where I could smell his raunchy underwear. Yep. It smelled
good mixed with Ricky's pee that I just drank. Ricky and I kissed
again, long and hard. Ralph and I kissed long and hard too, this
time he explored my mouth. I loved it. Just then we crossed the
Florida line. "Pull over at the "Welcome Center," I told Greg, "so
Ricky can take 'er...