The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 137

Another school day ahead and one day to Blake having his cast removed. He asked Colin to blow him again this morning and giggled, like he did each time he asked for the air to be blown into his cast to dry it.

I had walked down to breakfast in just my underwear and found our celebrities all in the kitchen together. "Morning," I said to all of them. "How was the first day of filming?"

"Not like I thought it was going to be at all," J.P. admitted. "There was a lot of standing around with nothing to do, but it was fun when I got to be on camera."

"He had a lot to do as he is playing three guys at the moment," `Marvin' smiled as he put his arm on J.P.'s shoulder. "He was pretty good at it too."

"What time did you guys get here this morning?" I asked.

"We slept over," Ryan said. "We didn't get in until late and we have to be out early today, so we just crashed. Hope that was okay," he said.

"You know it is. You're family, so our house is your house."

"Likewise," Ryan said.

"Where's Troy?" I asked `Marvin' since they seemed inseparable.

"He's in the shower," he replied.

"You must have been giving it to him good. I could hear him all the way down to our room," J.P. smirked.

"I'll never tell," he grinned as he sipped his coffee.

By the time Troy showed up we were almost finished breakfast and Kyle had arrived just moments before.

"I'm taking the bike today, Justin. Hope you don't mind," Kyle said.

"No biggie," I said.

"I promised Dickson I'd show him," he said trying to look all casual. I shook my head smiling, knowing that this was his plan to get Dickson before me. The challenge was on.

"I'm still gonna get him into bed first," I grinned.

"Dream on bitch. Dream on. I promise I'll let you know how he is and how sweet he tastes."

I laughed, but at the same time I was feeling the green eye of jealousy raging. Kyle definitely had the upper hand with Dickson, and we didn't know if he was actually gay or not, but I still wanted to get him first. I'd share, but I like the challenge. I pulled the new Lamborghini out and when Blake saw which car we were using he ran back inside and grabbed his leather jackets and sunglasses. He looked much cooler now. He made a point of having me pull up right at the front doors of the school and got out in front of everyone as they watched him arrive. No mistaking that he was a rich kid now.

"See you after school Justin. Later Dude," he said in a loud voice reaching in to fist bump me. He had a big smile on his face and then whispered "I love you Dad."

"Love you too buddy," I whispered back. Blake ran up the stairs of the school with half the kids looking at him and others looking at the car. I suppose if I were anywhere but at an elementary school, I may have made a dramatic exit, but I wasn't about to do anything to get me a bad name around kids. I pulled into our regular parking lot at the University and got as close to Kyle's bike as I could. Two could play the `get Dickson' game.

At lunch it was just our regular group but Dickson was nowhere to be seen. I felt a little sad as I was looking forward to staring at him again and daydreaming. It wasn't until we were almost done that he rushed in and grabbed some food. He wolfed it down just before our next class was to begin. I didn't get a chance to really talk to him at all, but I would have happily likced his face clean if he'd asked.

I got a text from Kyle later in the afternoon. `Heading with the girls to watch the swim team. Join us if u r free. Prolly gonna stop by locker rm to see Dickson. :) BTW, nice try with the car.'

I had already made plans with Nate, so had to text back that I wasn't available to join him. Kyle replied `I'll let u know how good he is. Maybe send some pics of us doing it.'

`Now who's dreaming,' I replied.

`:P', he sent back. Part of me wanted to bail out on Nate, but that wouldn't be cool. I could handle Kyle's teasing.

Nate was at least appreciative of the car and we hung out naked in his apartment as usual and did some homework with a beer. We were totally comfortable around each other and I didn't once try to do anything with him, even when he sat close and our legs touched as we went over psych stuff. Of course I checked him out a few times without his knowledge. Hey, I'm only human. By the time I got home, Kyle still wasn't back, but Blake was, as well as the movie stars. Blake was excitedly listening to everyone trying to be part of it as they sat gathered around the kitchen island. He saw me come in and ran over to greet me.

"Hey Dad, if you were gonna play football what position would you play?" He said so randomly it took me by surprise.

"I dunno, Quarterback," I said quickly thinking of the only position I actually knew.

"I'd be a tackle," he said with a silly grin.

"Why a tackle?" I asked thinking he seemed a bit small for that.

"So I could sack the quarterback!" he said as he slugged me in the nuts and ran away giggling. The other guys howled with laughter as I went down like the Titanic. I lay there for a few seconds as my balls throbbed and wondered what had just happened. I got up slowly and saw Blake standing behind `Marvin' and Lucas peeking out at me with the same silly smile on his face. I went over to him and then raced around the kitchen. He shrieked and ran away into the living room. I raced after him and grabbed him as he tried to get past. I tackled him onto the couch and began tickling him furiously. He shrieked and squealed and thrashed around. If he'd been older I might have sacked him back.

"I'm gonna pee!!" he said screaming for mercy. I swatted his ass and let go.

"Just so you know buddy, it's not nice to hit a guy there, you know that right?"

"Yeah, I know, but it's funny. All the guys do it."

"I get that, but you could seriously hurt someone. If anyone suggests doing it, you should offer them a Hertz donut instead," I said looking at him seriously.

"Why? What's that?" He asked walking into my trap. Okay it's childish, but he started it. I slugged him hard in the arm.

"Hertz donnit?" I laughed and gave him a big hug. He hugged me back and then raced back to the kitchen.

"Hey Lucas! Are you hungry? Want a Hertz Donut?" He asked excitedly.

"No thanks! I'm good," he grinned. "Maybe `Marvin' would like one."

"No, Marvin' would not like one," Marvin' said laughing.

"Does everyone know that joke?" Blake said frowning as if he was the only one that had been left out.

"Older guys do, but kids your age probably don't," Troy said.

"Just no doing it at school. It might be seen as you punching people," I said warning him in advance as we could already see him plotting his next victim. We didn't have to wait long. Kyle strolled in looking happy and Blake ran up to him.

"Hey Kyle? Are you hungry? We're all in the kitchen. Want a Hertz donut?" He said rapidly barely letting Kyle get in the door. We all watched.

"Sure," he said without thinking. Blake slugged him in the arm.

"Hertz Donnit?" He giggled and ran away. Kyle ran after him. I could see this being a regular occurrence as he got older. Kyle grabbed Blake and threw him over his shoulder.

"Time for the pool little dude!" Kyle announced as he headed for the stairs with Blake draped over him like a roll of carpet. We all raced after them as they went downstairs and Kyle flung him into the pool. Blake bobbed up quickly with a smile on his face and swam to the side and climbed out. He walked over to Kyle looking sad and stared up at him like a drowned rat.

"Sorry Kyle. It was just a joke," he said sadly giving Kyle the big puppy dog eyes.

"It's all good buddy. But you dish it out, you gotta take it," he said smiling down at him.

"I know. I'm sorry," he said as his sad face changed to the evil knowing smile and he wrapped his arms around Kyle hugging him tight and rubbing his hair on Kyle's shirt. He made sure to push as much of his wet body against Kyle as he could. Kyle pushed him as aside and was soaked.

"Touché buddy. Touché! Well played." They fist bumped and Blake looked proud of himself as he stripped and grabbed a towel. He threw his wet clothes at anyone that was close and that started a whole new round of chases. Blake tried to grab Troy and throw him into the pool, but ended up back in there himself. When he climbed back out, he complained.

"No fair, you're all bigger than me. Someone has to be on my team," he said.

"I didn't know we were having teams," Lucas smiled. "Thought this was every man for himself." He spoke just as `Marvin' and Ryan grabbed him and threw him into the pool causing Blake to cheer and jump in on top of him.

It wasn't long before we were all naked and throwing or pushing each other into the water. Once we calmed down and were just hanging out, the guys told me all about their day and how the story line on the show was developing.

J.P. and Ryan showed me their contract and confidentiality clause which prevented them from telling anyone about any part of the story to stop it leaking out.

"So you just told us about the filming and what you were doing. Doesn't that break that whole confidentiality thing?" I laughed.

"No, not really, because you and Jason are the other two in the whole triplet thing, so you will have to know what's going on at some point. The director said that once we get further in, we'd have all of us in one scene together. Until then the audience will just think it's one person playing all three roles.

"It IS just one person playing all three roles," I laughed.

"Yeah, but once they show that we're really triplets and identical, they said the show should just blow up. My straight character is Kriss. The others are Kevin who is also straight and Keith who is gay, but that hasn't been revealed yet. In fact, the whole triplet thing hasn't come to light yet."

I smiled as J.P. was so excited. I found out that the show was pretty much as we had been led to believe. Marvin' was playing a confused straight boy with two sisters. One sister was dating one of the straight' triplets who had just moved there from another city. He was a bit of a rebel and was going to the public school while his gay brother was in art school working on becoming an actor, and the straight one was in private school. The idea was to keep the triplets a secret and just introduce scenes to make it look as if Kriss' was cheating on his girlfriend or perhaps bisexual and getting into all sorts of things where the audience would think he was a bit of an ass. Then they would introduce the second straight brother and finally the gay guy. Lots of twists and turns lay ahead for the story and I was almost as anxious to read the scripts as J.P. and the guys. Lucas was playing one of Marvin's' cousins that was just visiting for a while. The premiere of the show was in two weeks and I could just see it changing our lives, especially if it took off. I dunno how writers keep coming up with twists and turns for storylines to keep people interested, but I'd love to pick their brains to see how they worked. More importantly how do they keep all the facts straight so people don't go online and point it out...

Colin got home and we had a later dinner together. "Can you guys watch Blake?" Colin asked, to which they readily agreed. "Come on babe, we're going out for a bit." I smiled and ran after my man as we climbed into his car.

"Where are we going?" I asked excitedly.

"Thought that since it was such a nice night we could go watch the sun go down together."

"That's so romantic honey," I smiled as I held his hand as we drove his Mercedes out to the highway towards Deep Cove. He turned before we got there and headed up Mt. Seymour. As we got onto the winding road up the mountain, he pulled over at a small rest stop and came around to open my door and took my hand to pull me out. I got out and he immediately pressed himself against me to kiss me hard. Then he pushed my shirt up and over my head. I figured I better do the same to him so I could feel his warm chest against mine as we made out in the doorway of the car. I liked it and as a car went by I felt like we were doing something wrong, so it added to the excitement of it all. Then he popped the button on my pants and lowered the zipper. As he pushed my pants down he told me to step out of them, so I used my feet to remove my shoes and step out of the pants leaving me in just my underwear and socks. He picked the clothes up and put them over the door. I kinda liked outings like this. Colin dropped to his knees and slid his hands down my side and as he got to my boxer briefs he pulled them down and I stepped out of them. I figured I was getting a blowjob next, but he stood up and removed his own clothes instead. We rubbed cocks together and he fisted both of them until we were hard. It was so hot being at the side of the road stark naked in daylight. Well naked except for our socks. Not many cars went up and down the mountain road in the off season as there wasn't as much happening there as in the winter when the ski hill was open. Colin moved me aside and reached in the car to pop the button on the trunk. I figured that would give us added privacy, but he had another idea.

"Put your shoes back on sweetie," he said which was good because the coarse gravel on the parking area was hurting my feet.

He picked up all our clothes, except for our shoes and socks, and put them in the trunk before closing it before and running around to jump back in the driver's side.

"Come on babe, get back in. We'll go up to the top of the mountain."

I chuckled as I sat my naked ass on his leather seats and we took off up the winding road. I felt so free and exposed as we rode naked. At one point I reached over to take hold of his semi hard dick and gave a few tugs of it. Then as I went to lower my lips around his cock, he laughed and suggested that I not do that or he might drive off the road and we'd plummet off the edge of the cliff. I figured I'd take my chance and swallowed his rod down to the root and gave him head as he tried to drive. His hand moved to the back of my head and guided me up and down his pole.

"You should slow down honey or I'm gonna shoot off too soon." I slowed down and pulled back up. As I let his cock pop out of my mouth I looked at it and there was some sweet pre-cum leaking from the tip. I squeezed his shaft and then licked the juice off him. As we rounded a corner, Colin pulled into a trail head parking area and I laughed at the irony of it. Trail head at the trail head...sweet! He parked near the entrance to the wooded trail and shut off the car. He reached into the back seat and grabbed the small daypack and got out of the car. I looked around and followed him as if we were fully dressed. He locked the car and we held hands as we went off down the path. I think my heart rate was elevated with excitement as this was a public trail through the woods and we could run into anyone, or anything. I am pretty sure this high up there would be bears, maybe Grizzlies or even Sasquatch. We talked about the scenery and the day we'd had as we headed toward a creek. My erection was so hard that it was a good 3 seconds ahead of the rest of me as it checked out everything before I got there. There was a bridge near a small waterfall of rushing water and after we crossed we veered off the trail and followed the creek down the hill. There were small little waterfalls and water snaking between rock formations. The views were spectacular. Colin pulled out the camera and we took pictures of each other together as we posed on rocks in the creek and with the view of the valley below. As we got to the edge of the hill we found a soft place to sit and he pulled a bottle of wine and two glasses out of the daypack and we drank. Then he pushed me onto my back and lay partially on top of me so we could kiss and make out. The sun slowly went lower in the sky as we made love to each other. I haven't enjoyed outdoor sex that much in a long time. As I lay on my back with my legs on his shoulders and his cock in my ass, I watched his face and we were totally connected. There is not better feeling or sight as when I'm in that position and can see his beautiful cock heading for my hole. I almost hold my breath as I wait for it to touch me and slowly push its way inside. The moment I love more than any other is when my ass gives way and pulls his mushroom head inside and closes around it. It means we are connected as one. It's by far my favorite thing in the whole world. I had my mouth open and my tongue ready by the time he lowered his face to mine. I'm pretty sure I came without touching myself. It was a special night and I wanted to stay there and fall asleep with him, but the sun was almost down and we had to get back before it got to dark to see the trail. As we walked back naked, we saw a young couple heading down the main trail coming towards us. At first, all I thought about doing was hiding until they passed but Colin just held my hand and we kept walking. As they got close we said hi and they both had big smiles on their faces and said hi back. They probably saw my monster dick. Guys want it and girls wish their guys had one...

"That's the way to enjoy nature," the guy said as they walked on. We held back slightly to clean up in the creek which, in case I didn't mention it, was freezing. We took a few more pictures in the dim light and then returned to the car and drove back down the mountain naked. We dressed at the bottom before getting back into civilization. At home everyone was watching a movie in the media room and Blake was sharing the big chair with Kyle. He really looked up to him as a big brother and it was a great thing to see.

"Hi Dad's want some popcorn? I just made it," Blake said pointing to the machine in the room. We helped ourselves and settled in with the rest of the group. It was well past Blake's bed time, but once in a while it's okay for him to stay up late and be one of the guys. Troy and `Marvin' disappeared first followed by Blake who dragged Lucas with him. Kyle came over to sit next to me and smiled at me with a big cheesy grin.

"What?" I asked.

"Just for the record, Dickson is straight but open."

"What's that mean?" I asked.

I went to his swim meet after school and then stopped in the change room to see him. He was in the shower and trust me dude, his body is as stunning as the rest of him. I got caught staring and asked if I could use the body wash on his back to get the chlorine off and help him prevent zits."

"Seriously?" I said feeling super jealous.

He just kept grinning. "I thought WWJD and undressed and got in the shower with him."

"WWJD...What Would Justin Do?" Colin clarified. Kyle nodded and snapped his fingers as he pointed.

"With a guy that cute and rubbing his back, I just couldn't keep my dick down and Dickson thanked me for the compliment when he saw it and said he wouldn't be opposed to getting a blowjob one day, but in private. He let me feel it though and he has really big balls like he hasn't cum in a week."

"Bullshit. You never got to do that," I said looking at him for a telltale sign.

"I swear. I did. I wanted to drop and blow him, or bend over and let him fuck me, but he kept looking around nervously because we were in a public shower."

"Damn, I gotta go to the next swim meet."

Kyle kissed me as he stood up to go to bed and then sat on my lap facing me. He wiggled his ass on my crotch and put his arm around my neck. "Can I take your hubby to bed with me?" He asked Colin.

"Or you could come sleep with both of us," Colin replied with a smile. Needless to say he didn't need a second offer. He did most of the work while we were in bed as he went back and forth between the two of us slurping and riding anything he could get to. I think I fell asleep while he was still playing as it was just so enjoyable. I woke up in the morning with him on his side squirming up against my morning wood trying to get it in his ass. I obliged and held his waist as I slowly fucked and jerked him off. Always a fun way to wake up.

It was cast removal day for Blake, and the appointment was for early afternoon. I left class early and swung by Colin's office to pick him up before heading over to Blake's school. I had the office call him out of class and he literally came on the run, obviously excited. He bounced into the car and we headed for the doctor's office.

When it was our turn, we entered the room set aside for things like this and Blake was told to hop up on the bed and put his arm on a table that had been wheeled up for him. He held his arm palm up as the doctor got the electric saw. As he came over, Blake's eyes went as wide as I've ever seen them when the saw was turned on. He almost flew off the bed.

"It's okay Blake," the doctor said. "It only looks and sounds scary. This is a special saw. It only cuts through the surface of the fiberglass and won't come anywhere near your arm. Just stay still and it'll be over in a few seconds. I'll show you with a quick cut. He lowered the saw to the cast and made a quick chop into it. Blake tensed up so firmly that he could have been made of stone. I saw him reach out for Colin's hand and clamp onto it. He was a brave kid, but the noise it made even scared me. I almost held Colin's other hand. I couldn't imagine having a power saw running up my arm. It reminded me of every single horror movie out there. Talk about a Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Or I guess technically it was a Vancouver Powersaw Massacre. Doesn't really have the same ring to it. The doctor quickly cut through the cast and pried it open before using scissors to gently separate the inner liner.

"Whoa," Blake said when he saw his arm. It was a lot whiter than the rest of him and his arm hair was a lot darker. Plus the arm smelled pretty bad. "Look at how much hair I got, Dad." He said holding his arm up. The last thing I needed was for that smell to be closer to me.

"The best thing to do is to shave it off and get some sun on the arm. It'll be back to normal in no time," the doctor told him.

"We should scrub it to get it clean as well. You kinda stink buddy," I smiled.

"I smell like a man," he grinned causing the doctor to chuckle.

"A man who hasn't showered in weeks and been working in a sewer," I told him. Blake just gave me a frown and a stare to show his disapproval. The Doctor had Blake wiggle his fingers as he felt the arm.

"Looks good. Just don't do anything too strenuous with it. No lifting 300 pound weights or anything yet. Give it another couple weeks to get back to normal, but other than that you're all better."

"Thanks," Blake said smiling. "Can I keep the cast?"

"Sure. I'll have the nurse remove the liner as you don't want that part smelling up the house and we'll also wash your arm for you. Then you're on your way." We thanked the doctor and waited as Blake was cleaned up. He got his cast to take home and we stopped to get ice cream on the way back. Once at home, I asked if he would like the hair shaved off his arm and he nodded in agreement, but only after we took some pictures of it.

"Go into your bathroom and I'll go get the razor and shaving cream," I told him. He ran off while Colin and I headed to our bedroom to get the razor and cream. It didn't take us long to get back to him and when we walked in the bathroom he was sitting on top of the toilet completely void of clothes.

"Why are you naked?" I asked curiously.

"We're always naked when we shave," he said nonchalantly. I suppose he was right about that as we only shaved when we were getting ready to go somewhere and usually hitting the shower. It made perfect sense. I had him put his arm on the counter and Colin lathered him up. I carefully began to use long strokes to remove the small dark hairs and rinsed the razor under the tap. As I did it, I noticed Blake slowly getting an erection. I still had to remember to ask my Dad if I was that horny when I was 12. I suppose everything gives you a boner at that age. He slowly played with it as he watched me shave his forearm. Both of us ignored him. Once I was done, and Colin wiped his arm clean. He looked at it and let his penis go and held both arms up. They were the same again, except the cast arm was noticeably whiter. That would be easy to fix. Then he resumed playing with his penis.

"I should probably do my face too while we're shaving," he said. "I think my girlfriend would like it if I was nice and smooth."

If he were any smoother, he'd be glass. I dunno what mirror he was looking into, but I couldn't even see peach fuzz. He stood up and his erection pointed up at a 45 degree angle. It never failed to amaze me at how big a dick he had on such a small body. All of us had learned never to comment on the state of his penis as it led to more discussions and usually Blake getting carried away. We had walked in on him one day as he was playing with it just as he hit his orgasm. The ensuing conversation lasted about 20 minutes as he wanted to know if our cum shot over our head sometimes too and how much usually came out and how many times you could do it in a day and was it safe to taste and on and on and on. Now we are more cautious. We both watched as he lathered his face and shaved slowly, making sure to duplicate the things he had seen us do. The tongue in the cheek to push it out, feeling where you had shaved to make sure you hadn't missed any hair, etc. He was actually pretty good at it, which is understandable as he lived in a house full of guys and had watched almost all of us shave, joining in several times. When he was finished he didn't look any different than when he started, but according to him, it was much better. He washed his face and turned to us for inspection. Of course we said it was perfect.

"I'm not doing my pubic hair though, and I don't have any on my bum yet. Do you think I'll get hair back there?" He asked.

"Probably, it's pretty natural. But you can worry about that when it happens. You're blonde so it probably won't be that visible," I said trying to not get sucked into that conversation.

"I definitely don't want hair in my bum," he said defiantly. "I like the hair over my penis though. Most of the guys in my class have some, but those that don't get teased so I have to make sure I don't shave it off. How come you guys do?"

"Just feels nicer and is cleaner," I told him. "But I think it's a good idea to keep the hair at your age. You can make your own decisions on that later."

"Yeah, I don't want guys picking on me. I'd have to kick their asses and I'd probably get into trouble for that wouldn't I?"

"Yes, you definitely would," Colin agreed. "You don't tease the boys without hair do you?"

"No. None of you have hair down there and I don't tease you, do I? I remember what you said about some boys not getting hair until they're older. They can't help that, so it would be mean," he said staring at us with huge wisdom in those big eyes of his.

"Good to hear buddy. We're proud of you," Colin said.

He smiled. "Can I ask you guys something?"

"Always," I said.

"Ummm, my penis is kinda stiff right now. Would you wanna masturbate together? Kyle said it was normal for guys to do it."

"It is, but we're not really in the mood for it right now. If you need to do it, we'll give you some privacy so you can take care of it," I said trying hard not to break out laughing. He came up with things so randomly that I was taken off guard a lot.

"Nah, that's okay. I can wait. Maybe Kyle and Troy will do it with me. Do you think Lucas and `Marvin' do it?"

"All boys do it," I said as we herded him into the bedroom to get dressed before he tried to turn this into an orgy.

"What about babies?" He asked.

"No, I don't think babies do it," Colin smirked.

"So what age do boys start doing it?" He said continuing his fact finding as he found a clean shirt and pants.

"I'm not sure. I suppose it depends on the boy and how open his parents are."

"My little brother used to get stiffies when he was 6. Do you think he did it like we do?"

"He probably played with it, but didn't understand what he was doing," Colin admitted. "Probably as soon as you learn to hold your penis to pee, you learn that it feels good if you rub it."

"Yeah, that's what I thought," he said as he finished getting dressed. "Can I help cook dinner tonight? I thought we should have pork chops, okay?"

"Sure, sounds like a plan," I agreed as the conversation once again switched gears.

"Can I go back to diving lessons now that I have my cast off?" Blake asked once we were in the kitchen. We quickly agreed to let him get back to it and would start up next week. "That's when Jason and Alex get back right?"

"Right," I said glad that my brother and best friend would finally be home again. I'd missed both of them.

Colin and I were both woken up half way through the night by Blake standing beside our bed crying.

"What's up Blake? You okay?" I asked.

"No, I was sick. I didn't make it to the bathroom, sorry," he sobbed.

"That's okay. Do you feel sick still?"

"Yeah, my head and stomach hurt," he said sadly. I sat up and reached over to touch his head. He was sweating and burning up.

"Let's go take your temperature," I suggested and took him to our bathroom. I wrapped my bathrobe around him and had him sit on top of the toilet. Colin came in with the thermometer. After a minute his temperature came back at 38.5C.

"Yeah, you've got a fever buddy. Looks like no school for you tomorrow," Colin told him. He just looked at us and blinked. He looked so sad and vulnerable. I handed him some water to rinse the taste of being sick out of his mouth, before we took him back to his bedroom, and he wasn't kidding about the mess he'd made. I wondered how someone so small could have that much in him.

"Go get into the other bed buddy and stay warm," I told him as Colin and I went to the bathroom to get stuff to clean up the room. It was really gross, but one of those things you just have to do. I suppose we could have just sealed the room and called a hazmat team in the morning, but we both figured he would like being in his own room over another one. Colin grabbed a children's Tylenol and some water for Blake, then tucked him in. We cleaned up the mess, changed the bedding and sprayed the carpet to try to minimize the smell.

"Can you bring Twitch up here Dad?" He said it so quietly and cute that it was hard to resist.

"Sure, we'll be right back," I smiled. We stopped by the kitchen to clean up the stuff from the bedroom before heading down to get the rabbit.

Colin looked at me. "Let's just take the whole cage up so he's not trying to sleep with it." I grinned as I could just imagine the rabbit getting sick and both Twitch and Blake in bed together bundled up with their noses twitching and running. We carried the whole cage and table up the three flights of stairs into Blake's room. He was already asleep when we entered, so we quietly set the cage up close to his bed so he would see it when he woke up. We left a glass of water by his bed and headed back to bed.

"I guess I should stay home with him," I said as we crawled back under the covers.

"I have an early meeting, but if you are okay with just missing your first couple classes, I'll finish the meeting fast and then come home by noon and take over," Colin offered.

"Sure, that'll work. Thanks." I said giving him a kiss.

"We're in this together, in sickness and in health, remember," he commented, kissing me back.

"Did that refer to our son, or just to us?"

"To everyone!" he laughed as we curled up together and fell asleep. In the morning we both went to check on Blake and he was still sleeping. I put my hand on his forehead and he was still hot. As I touched him, he woke up and looked at me.

"`Morning buddy. How you feeling?"

"My head still hurts and my throat is sore," he croaked. He definitely had the flu and I felt so bad for him. First the cast, now this. We should have bought the extended warranty when we got him.

"Would you like something to eat?" I asked.

"Can I have ice cream?" He asked looking at me and batting his big green eyes.

"How about jello and some apple juice?" I said sitting beside him on the bed.

"Okay, and then can you tell me the story about the holy goats?"

"The holy goats?" I asked with absolutely no idea what he was talking about.

"You know. When you pray to the father, the son and the holy goats. I know who the father is I think, that's God right? Then the son is Jesus, but where are the goats?"

"I think it's the Holy Ghost," I said clarifying it.

"There's ghosts?" He asked with his eyes going wide. Ghosts of who?"

"I have no idea buddy, but maybe we can Google it later. I'll go and get you breakfast first." Somehow it might have been easier to tell him a story of holy goats. I have no friggin' idea what a Holy Ghost is. Maybe it's one that goes to church to scare you to go to church and throw money in the bowl they hand around. Kinda like homeless people do. I figure I'll make up some story that has Ghosts, Vampires and Zombies. Ooooo, wait how about a Zombie Ghost Vampire, now that would be a good story. You wouldn't see him coming when he bit your neck and then he'd walk away moaning. Kinda like me after being fucked by Aaron or Brandon. Now my mind went to thinking about Dragos and Vampires. I remembered what my Mom made me when I was sick, so I gave Blake some toast with Jam, warm ginger ale from the cupboard instead of a cold one from the fridge and his jello. It didn't seem very healthy but what do I know. I made myself a coffee and climbed onto the bed beside him. He looked so cute with his mop head, but he also looked really sad from being so sick. I put the tray over his lap and he smiled as he sat up to eat his breakfast. I think he liked being served in bed.

The guys all stopped in to see Blake before they headed out and told him to get better. I didn't try to make up a story about goats or ghosts and we put on the Simpson's movie instead which he always seemed to like. After he was finished his breakfast and I gave him some water, he slid down in bed and before the movie was half over he was asleep again. I left and took everything down to the kitchen. I had the whole house to myself which was rare to say the least. I had no idea what to do. I went online and got the latest assignments from my classes and did some of the work I needed to do. I looked in on Blake and he was still sleeping so I went down and exercised for a bit, which I rarely do, but it seemed like maybe I should. Then I swam a few lengths of the pool. I received a couple of texts from the guys later in the morning to ask how Blake was doing, and Colin called to say he was on his way home.

Once he arrived, we both checked on Blake and gave him some lunch. He was looking a little better and we both hung out with him to play a video game together. I had already decided not to go to school and we had the afternoon as a family.

I got a call from work to ask if I could come in tonight and I was going to say no, but Colin said he and Blake would be fine and that I should get out for a bit, so I agreed. I cleaned up and headed to Dominos quickly. When I got there I heard the manager taking a strip off one of the other drivers.

"...You know the rules. You had a complaint that the pizzas were cold and the customer isn't paying for it. That comes out of your money since you didn't get it there on time. That's just company policy."

"But it's $50. I can't afford that. The pizza had been sitting here for 10 minutes before I even got back to the store. Maybe hire more drivers," said the young guy. "This is bullshit. No way I should have to pay for something that isn't my fault."

"That's just the way it is. We have to watch the labour and can't just hire extra people for one delivery. You'll have to drive faster. You always seem to have some excuse when you can't do your job."

"This isn't an excuse. The last time it was because my car crapped out and it ended up costing me a few hundred bucks to fix it. This time it wasn't my fault and I'm not getting a speeding ticket just to get your pizzas out faster," he said quite correctly. I strolled in and punched the time clock.

"Your car troubles aren't my problem. Buy a better car. Both of you need to push the envelope a bit when it comes to your driving. Our reputation is to get pizzas there fast and hot and that's on you."

"It's on you too. To make sure you have people to get them there. I'm not paying the $50."

"No choice, we'll take it off your paycheque," the manager said. "The new owner of this place holds me accountable for all this stuff and it's my ass on the line if we don't bring in enough profit."

"So if it's your ass, why don't you pay it? It's your fault that the pizzas were cold."

"I'm the manager, don't get smart with me kid. I'll replace you in a heartbeat. Justin, you can have the first runs tonight," he said looking at me. "Both of you get to work so we don't have more problems."

The other driver, Nolan, and I headed into the store to get changed into our uniforms. I couldn't help but check him out as he switched shirts. I wouldn't mind doing my laundry on those washboard abs. He was 17 and still in high school, and at the moment was as mad as hell. "That's such bullshit! He's a total prick. Half the time he sends pizzas out with less toppings on them than he should or sends us out with an extra coke or something to try and get customers to pay for it `by accident'. He says the owner makes him do it. I'd like to meet that douchebag and give him a piece of my mind. Then when something goes wrong, I get the shit for it. They won't pay overtime even if we have to work extra hours because someone called in, and my paycheques almost always have money taken off them for something."

"Both of those are illegal," I said to him casually. "They have to pay overtime and they can't take money off your cheque unless you sign an agreement to let them do it. Call him on it or go to the labour board. Why put up with it? Why not just go get another job?" I asked wondering when the owner, me, gave such directions. I don't believe in that at all.

"I already have another job. I use the money to help my Mom pay the bills. I have two younger brothers and a sister and she barely keeps it together. She likes smoking and drinking so a lot of her money goes to that. The money I make I use to buy food for the kids. I get good tips here, but this is such bullshit. I'll end up working all night almost for free because that asshole can't manage the place properly."

I reached into my pocket and handed him the $50.

"Nah dude, I can't take your money. I don't do charity," he said quickly.

"It's not charity. It's a loan to pay the bill. You owe it back to me by the time you turn 21," I smiled.

He grinned and looked at me to see if I were serious. I thrust my hand forward to make him take it. He still wouldn't. "Tell you what, I'll go pay the $50 to him and then you won't owe it. Problem solved."

"I can't let you do that," he said. "We both work hard for the money."

"True, but unlike your situation, I don't need the money. I just do this for fun, so I want to help."

"Thanks Justin. I really owe you one. That will buy a lot of groceries for the kids. My youngest brother needs a new pair of runners that I'm saving up for too."

"Don't worry about tonight. You take lead driver and I'll pick up the extras. If we work as a team, you can make double the runs and make way more money. I could pick the pizzas up and if you're on your way back, I'd hand them off to you if we're close to each other."

"Wouldn't work. All the receipts have our names on them for the tips from credit cards. You'd get the tips for any deliveries I make regardless."

"And I'd just give them to you. No big deal. I told you, I don't need the money."

"Thanks, but I don't wanna piss him off. Let's just go all Fast and Furious on this shit tonight and make some money." He fist bumped me and I wanted to kiss him. Does that make me like a super fag? I headed to the manager and handed him the $50.

"That's for Nolan, and just for the record you can't take money off his paycheque for things like that."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do Justin. You're new here and there are hundreds of kids looking for jobs, so either of you could be replaced."

"True, but I wonder how many jobs are out there for middle age men whose only job is managing a Dominos."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not. But the labour law is clear on stuff like this. We get paid overtime if we work more than 8 hours, or 40 hours per week and holidays, and you can't deduct money from our cheques for things like this or uniforms, etc. We work hard and $50 isn't going to break the company or get the owner coming down on you."

"How do you know what the owner will or won't do? You're a pizza delivery boy. Leave the running of a business to those that know what they're doing," he said. "Don't you have pizzas to get out?"

"Probably," I said turning to join Nolan at the front of the store as he packed up the first order. "You're right. He's a douche."

Nolan grinned and fist bumped me again. I have to say fist bumped because if I say fisted me, I get a tingly feeling in my crotch that makes my dick get hard and then it's uncomfortable to drive. It was a busy night and each time I picked up an order, I looked at the pizza to see if I could see what Nolan was talking about for the toppings. A few of them really did look sparse and I commented on it to the ladies making them. They looked around as if spies were watching us.

"There's supposed to be twice that much, but we've been told to cut back on it as the owner isn't making enough profit and this is one way we can all keep profit up without affecting our jobs."

"That's not right," I said. "We're ripping off the customer for a few cents of profit?"

"I guess it all adds up over the year. I'm not saying anything. It's not my problem."

"It'll be all our problem if customers stop order pizzas because they don't like them," I said as I went over to the manager with one box that had an obvious lack of pepperoni. As expected I got told to mind my own business and just deliver it. In fact I was told not to open the boxes as they needed to stay hot. This guy was a piece of work.

Throughout the night I monitored the pizzas and orders and found a few where Nolan's comments were true. An extra coke here and there, missing dipping sauces that the customer just didn't notice or if they did, they accepted that I didn't have them. In addition to watching that, I was watching the customers. I had a few cute customers who answered the door shirtless. That's how I judge how successful a night is. An ok night is a fully dressed cute guy, a good night is a shirtless cute guy, and an awesome night is a naked cute guy. Haven't got a category for a night where my tip is sex with the naked cute guy, but the singing of hallelujah by a choir of angels comes to mind. I was actually tired and must have put a thousand kilometers on my car by the time we were done. We cashed out and I was impressed that I'd made almost $150 in tips. Nolan was roughly the same. Most of it was on credit cards and we didn't get that until we got paid, but I still ended up with over $50 in cash. Not bad. I slipped it into Nolan's backpack. The manager called me in just as I was leaving.

"You had a complaint about items missing from orders tonight. We had to give refunds for it, so I wanted you to know that it'll be coming off your paycheque. You have to make sure your order is complete before you go out."

"How do I do that if I'm not allowed to look in the boxes?" I asked staring at him as if he were an idiot.

"You just make sure. Our customers are who pay the bills. Just remember that."

"You too," I said quickly.

"What was that?"

"You remember that too," I repeated. "If we have unhappy customers because of less toppings, missing items or incorrect orders, they might not order again and wouldn't that piss the owner off more than a few cents here and there?" I could see Nolan a slight distance away listening to me, so I continued. "And I would strongly advise you not to remove money from my paycheque. Unlike most employees, I am not afraid to stand up for my rights."

"You know Justin, I don't like your attitude. Sure, you're a good looking guy and probably pull in a lot of tips and you're getting the pizzas there faster than most, but you've got a smart mouth. This is my only warning. Learn your place here and just do your job, or our next conversation will be you packing your stuff and looking for another job."

"I'll keep that in mind, but just remember I can get a job anywhere. Can you? Maybe I should call the owner to see if I can change his mind about all these things that are affecting all of us."

"That isn't part of your job. You leave the owner to me and just worry about showing up for your shifts and delivering pizzas. What is it with you kids and your sense of entitlement? You think you can stroll in from high school and be the manager of a business? You gotta learn the business and know what works to make a profit to be successful."

"Successful like the manager of a Dominos pizza. God, kill me now if that's as far in life as I get," I said half under my breath as I walked away towards Nolan who was trying hard not to cheer me on. He ran after me and when we got out to the parking lot, he half jumped on me.

"Dude, that was epic. You must have coconut size balls. I thought he was going to fire you right on the spot."

"Why would I care? You're right, he's a tool. Wanna go hang out for a bit? I could show you my coconut size balls. Maybe we can go grab a pizza," I smirked.

"Ha ha, very funny. I should get home, but I'd love to hang with you some time, maybe grab a couple beers."

"I thought you were only 17."

"I am. What's that got to do with it? I still drink beer. Got enough of it at home that I can always get some. Usually grab a six pack and head to the lake with buddies. Why don't you come back to my place and we can grab a few right now. You deserve a brew after standing up to him like that. We can't really hang at my place though. My Mom is probably passed out on the couch and I share a room with my kid brother, but we could go to the beach and chill."

"So come back to my place for an hour," I offered.

"Cool. Let's just swing by the house and I'll grab the beer."

"Don't worry. I've got beer at home," I said. "Just follow me."

"I hadn't planned on letting my two worlds cross paths, but after Nate and trying to hide who I was, I decided to be honest from now on, unless it would stop me from getting laid. Then I'd `roleplay' for a bit until I got my rocks off. He jumped in his car and followed me back to the mansion. I left my car in the driveway instead of putting it away and Nolan pulled up behind me.

"Holy shit dude. Your parents must be load," he whispered. "Why do you work at a pizza place?"

"If my parents are loaded, it's their money not mine," I said not committing to anything, and not lying. We entered the darkened house as everyone was already in bed, and I turned on a few lights. Nolan whistled as he looked around the expansive main floor.

"Holy shit. This is like a football field," he remarked as we went to the fridge. I grabbed us a couple beers and cracked them open.

"Let me show you around," I said as we went out the back door onto the deck.

"Cool yard. Basketball, trampoline, pool, hot tub. Christ I could live just in your yard. Maybe put a tent in the corner and I'd be happy." We headed down the stairs and he appreciatively looked at everything. I took him inside the sliding doors to the indoor pool level.

"No way! You have two pools? Now I definitely want to live here. Beats the hell out of my place." As we entered and closed the door behind us, he once again checked everything out from the exercise room behind the glass wall to the chute down to Blake's playroom. I explained that it went down to the ball pit in the playroom.

"So do you have siblings too?" He asked.

"Yep. Three brothers," I answered honestly.

"No sisters? You're lucky."

Just as we were talking the bathroom door opened and Lucas strolled out with a guy I'd never met before. Both were covered in bubbles and both were sporting semi erections. Fortunately not full blown hardons.

"Hey Lucas. This is Nolan from my work," I said introducing him, as Lucas grabbed towels for both of them.

"Nice to meet you. This is Derek. A friend from work too," he blushed. I checked the guy out and he looked about mid 20's with an average build. They shook hands.

"You look really familiar," Nolan said to Lucas. "Aren't you the guy who makes the Fred videos?"

"Guilty," Lucas said in his almost squeaky voice.

"I knew it!" Nolan smiled. "You guys know each other?"

"Yeah, we're friends. Lucas is staying here with us while they film a new show for TV."

"Decent. How come you're all covered in bubbles?"

"It's from the foam room," Lucas explained.

"Foam room?"

"Yeah. It's the best room in the house. You get coated in bubbles which makes your skin feels super smooth," I explained quickly as the other two guys looked at each other and smiled. "You should go try it."

"Do I go in naked?" Nolan asked.

"We do because it feels better and you don't get soap all over your shorts, but you don't have to if you're shy."

"Can I look in there?" he asked. I told him to go ahead as Lucas and Derek dropped their towels and rinsed off under the pool side shower. I opened the door for Nolan and the room was still almost full of bubbles.

"Whoa, I had no idea. I thought it would be like a bubble bath or something. You can't see anything in there." He reached his hand in and grabbed a mitt full of bubbles and rubbed them between his palms. "That feels pretty cool."

"Have you ever been to a foam party before?" I asked.

"No, have you?" He asked.

"Sure lots of them. You know the club downtown The Slam'r?"

"Sure I hear it's an amazing club...for a gay club," he added quickly.

"They have some cool parties and theme nights. You should come down sometime," I offered.

"Not sure I'd be comfortable, not exactly my scene. Plus I'm not old enough and I barely look my age. They'd card me for sure. Unless you have fake I.D., I could borrow."

"I know the owners. You'd have no problem getting in," I said still not lying about anything.

"I'm not sure about going to a gay club. What if the guys all hit on me?"

I laughed. "Narcissistic much? What make you think gay guys would want you?"

"Dude, I'm hot. What if they tried to get into my pants?"

"It's a dance club, not a rape centre. Just say no thanks and they move on. Worst thing that happens is someone pats your ass or dances too close or you get a few free drinks. Big deal. If you get a little drunk, you just let a few guys swallow your knob and give you a nice blowjob. No one gives head like a gay dude," I teased.

"Seriously? They'd try to blow me?"

I laughed. "Not unless you said yes. But trust me if you wanted head, you wouldn't have long to wait if you offered. A friend of mine has a 12 inch dick and goes there to get sucked almost every night. Says he hasn't found a girl to do it as well as a gay guy."

"That's out there. What if someone tries to do that with me? I'd have to punch them out."

"Nah. If you say no thanks, then nothing happens. Tyler only does it because he likes the attention and he is super popular. Never has to buy a drink and gets to nut off nightly without any bullshit."

"I guess that could be cool. Do others watch or does he do it in the dark or in a room or something?"

"Sometimes he puts on a show and gets naked in the basement. Other times he just puts his dick in a glory hole and lets guys suck him off. Occasionally I've seen him fuck a few guys. I think he likes listening to them cry out when they're impaled on that thing."

"That's insane. What's a glory hole?"

"A hole in the wall that you shove your dick through. You hold onto the wall and the guy on the other side sucks you off anonymously. Feels so wild."

"Have you done it?" He asked looking directly at me.

"Of course? Tons of times," I said quickly.

"You really have no problem letting a gay guy suck your dick?"

"Guess I forgot to mention that I'm gay, so no I definitely have no problem with it," I laughed trying to be as casual as possible.

"Yeah, I think you forgot that part. No big deal though, you're a cool guy. Does that mean you want to suck my dick?"

I laughed again. "I'm not sure how to take that. Are you offering, because I never turn down a horny dude in need?"

"No, I'm not offering," he almost choked. "But you'd seriously give me a blowjob if I asked for one?"

"Well you'd have to get naked first, but I'm pretty sure if you asked nicely, I wouldn't turn you down," I said trying to sound nonchalant.

"I have always wondered what it felt like, but so far the only sex I've had is jerking off."

"You're a virgin?" I smiled.

He looked around out the door to where Lucas and Derek were now swimming in the pool, and lowered his voice. "Yes, I just haven't found the right girl to date yet."

"You're kidding. You're a great looking guy. I'd have bet the chicks would be all over you."

"I'm kinda shy when it comes to that. I seriously have no idea what to do and usually forget how to talk when I'm around them," Nolan admitted honestly.

"If you trust me, I can help you with that. I'm pretty outgoing."

"But with girls right? I'm pretty sure I wouldn't like sex with a guy."

"Relax," I said putting my hand on his shoulder. "You're straight and no one can force you to make out with a guy. I have lots of straight friends," I told him. I left out the part where I'd had sex with all of them. He'd get horny eventually and figure out that I could help him.

Nolan whispered again "So were Lucas and Derek having sex in the bubbles? Is he gay?"

"I couldn't tell you that if I knew. Not cool to tell things about other people. But I can tell you one thing. I've never had one guy go in the foam room and not come out with a boner. Gay or straight. It's just that amazing."

"Are you just saying that to get me naked?"

"Would that freak you out?"

"Not really as long as you didn't try to fuck me or something. I've seen tons of guys naked in locker rooms, and I'm pretty comfortable with my own body."

"So would you ever let a guy blow you?"

"Never really thought about it before."

"How big is your dick?"

"I dunno!" he said quickly turning a quick shade of red. "Probably average."

"You've never measured it?"

"No. Why do you?"

"Sure. Most guys know how big they are. Are you cut or uncut?"

"What's that mean?"

I looked at him as if he were kidding. "Is your dick circumcised or uncircumcised?"

"Oh, uncircumcised. This is really weird talking about our dicks," he said looking at me in a strange way.

"Sorry. Around here it's just normal. We don't think twice about commenting on things. I forget others aren't as open as we are. How about if I show you something else? You like cars?"

"Hell yeah! Who doesn't like cars?" He smiled probably thankful that I wasn't going to make him get naked and rape his ass. Too bad, he had a cute perky ass. I looked over at Derek and Lucas who were just floating on the pool chairs in the water. All I wanted to do was jump in with them and make myself a sandwich. I'd be the meat in the middle. Fuck, now I'm hungry. I took Nolan upstairs and out to the garage. As soon as I turned the lights on I could hear him gasp.

"Fuck me with a rubber mallet," he exclaimed. I almost ran off to get the rubber mallet. "How fucking rich are you? What the hell do your parents do for a living?" I ignored the question as we walked into see the cars. The last time I saw that look it was Kurt drooling all over the vehicles causing a lake to form at his feet. Nolan walked around as if he was trying to sneak up on them. "Can I go inside some?"

"Sure, I'll grab the keys," I said leaving him for a minute and running in to get them all. As I ran back to Nolan he was almost caressing the Lamborghini. If this had been a woman he definitely would have forgotten how to talk to it, I was sure he had a boner. What is it with straight boys and cars? One at a time I let him check out each vehicle. His favorite remained the Lamborghini and surprisingly it was the older one not the new one.

"If I had this car to deliver pizzas, no one would ever get a cold pizza," he said sitting behind the wheel. "Do you get to drive all of these?"

"Yeah, of course, and I can tell you if you delivered pizzas in them you'd spend all your tips in gas. They're not exactly fuel efficient."

"Dude, I'd totally kill to see the faces on people when the pizza boy showed up in a car worth a half mil."

"You should totally do it one night. Pull up at some hot chicks house and see how fast you get into her panties when she thinks you're loaded," I teased.

"Does that work?"

"With girls? I have no idea actually, but with guys it definitely works," I said grinning at him.

"You did that?" He asked staring back at me in surprise.

"Maybe. I'd never tell," I said slyly. "Let's just say it's a hell of a way to get a straight boy to take his pants off."

"You've done straight boys?"

"Sure. Haven't met one yet that didn't like getting head," I laughed.

"I suppose that's true. Just surprised they'd do it with a guy," he replied almost caressing the cars seductively.

"Hell, I've even fucked a few of them as they were bent over the car and I watched as they shot their load all over the hood."

"No way. I call bullshit on that. No straight boy would let a guy fuck him. I could see it the other way around...maybe." I just shrugged. No point in telling him that more straight boys preferred being fucked than fucking. I have no idea what that's about, but I certainly wasn't going to stop them when they asked.

"Feel like taking one of them out for a spin?"

"Seriously? We can do that?"

"Sure why not? Pick one."

"The Gallardo," he said quickly pointing at the black Lamborghini. I tossed him the keys.

"Let's go," I said.

"You're gonna let me drive?" he asked looking stunned.

"Sure. You're a pizza delivery boy, so I know you got a license," I said opening the passenger door and getting in. Nolan didn't have to be told twice as he raced around and jumped into the driver's seat. He started up the car as if we were launching a rocket into space and I hit the button to open the garage door. My mind went back to thinking about the Thunderbirds. I have no idea why...my mind just goes off on these things every once in a while. As he pulled the car up to the door to wait, I could see the excitement on his face and I loved that look. For a brief moment he was letting his regular life disappear as he got lost in this fantasy world. Like me at one of my parties, and on Tuesdays and Fridays and Mondays...

We headed out and down the driveway to the gate which automatically opened for us. I think that surprised him a little. For the next half hour we drove around in the dark and I even had him open it up a bit on a big empty road. He barely spoke as he concentrated on the drive. We pulled over at one point and he looked at me with fuck me eyes. Well, in my mind they were fuck me eyes, to him it was probably just `thanks for letting me drive such a cool car' eyes.

"Dude, I would kill to have your life. Fucking hot cars, mansion. Hell, I'd even consider being gay if it meant I could have all this," he said grinning from ear to ear.

"I think straight people are allowed to have things like this too," I grinned back. "Are you adventurous? Wanna do something really wild?"

"Like what?"

"Drive naked. Don't worry. I won't try anything. It's not a gay thing, it's a thrill thing."

"Seriously? You wanna drive naked? Dude! I've always wanted to do that. I've just never had the balls."

"I'm sure you have the balls," I smiled looking at his crotch. Even in the dark I could see him blush.

"Is this just so you can see me without clothes?" He asked looking directly at me.

"Would it matter? Kinda breaks the ice between us doesn't it? You see me, I see you and can get on with being friends without hang-ups. I have a straight friend at Uni who hangs out naked at his place all the time. It's just a guy thing. It's up to you. How about if I do it first and if you join in, fine, if not, not problem. We'll just keep driving for a bit. I love the thrill of it anyway."

I stripped quickly and threw my clothes on the floor. I fluffed up my nuts and like every guy anywhere, Nolan checked me out quickly without being too obvious.

"You shave the pubes or just haven't hit puberty yet?" He joked.

"Dude, I have an 8 ½ inch dick. If I haven't hit puberty then this thing could a legend when I do. Nah, I shave. Makes the dick look bigger. Chicks like the smooth look for giving head without worrying about pubes in the teeth."

"How do you know, thought you were gay?" He laughed.

"I was trying to be all straight boy for you since I'm naked. Plus it's true. Ask one of them. No one likes pubes in the teeth. Wouldn't you like a nice shaved pussy instead of a hairy one?"

"I'd settle for a pussy, period," he grinned. We sat there for a second as I could see him thinking. "Fine fuck it, but you're not gonna try anything are you?"

"You mean like drop my mouth over your cock while you're driving and give you mind blowing head until you blast a gallon of cum down my throat."

"Yeah I meant that. I'd probably drive off the road, and GROSS! You'd swallow cum?"

"Oh please, are you trying to tell me you've never tasted your own cum?"

"No never. Mainly I just wank it in the shower and send it down the drain. Much easier than having to explain tissues or trying to find privacy around my house."

"Well don't knock it until you try it. It's good for you. Lots of protein," I smirked.

"Okay, still gross," he said as he pulled off his shirt. "I really can't believe I'm doing this. I'm driving a car worth 500k and about to get naked with a gay dude. Sure didn't see this day coming when I got out of bed this morning. Promise you won't try to blow me or anything while I'm driving?"

"I promise," noting the addition of `while I'm driving'. In my mind he had said I'll let you blow me later. I'm good at reading between the lines. "But you're okay with a finger in the ass, right?"

"No! God, NO! Ouch!! I'm serious, Justin. If you went for my dick, I might lose concentration and drive off the road."

"Relax Nolan, we're just going for a drive in the nude. I only touch guys with permission..." `mainly', I finished in my head. I pretended not to be interested as he undid his pants and took them off leaving them in his boxers. I wondered if maybe he'd borrowed them from his grandpa. We'd so have to get him some better underwear if he was going to get naked around me a lot. We need to make him a bit more metrosexual. I'd help him be so hot that girls would wet their panties for him. Plus I had to help him have a better life as he seemed like a decent guy. He looked at me nervously and I tried to be as casual as I could.

"So what if we get pulled over?"

"Chances are slim, but don't break any traffic rules and if we do get stopped don't panic. Just pull your shorts on slowly. Nothing illegal about riding naked as long as you're wearing shoes to drive."

"Is that true, or are you bullshitting to get me to take my underwear off?" he smiled.

"Dude, seriously, if I wanted to see naked guys that badly, I go back to the house and hang with Lucas and Derek," I said trying to sound like I couldn't care less.

He slowly slipped his ugly boxers off and I got to see him for the first time. He had an average uncut dick with a full bush of hair. Kinda like the Sasquatch I was worried about running into earlier. No manscaping going on here. He was as wild as a caveman. He adjusted his nuts, like we all do and carefully dropped his shorts beside him on the seat in case he needed them.

"So, are we good?" He asked.

"I'm always good dude. Let's get this bitch out on the road and have some fun," I remarked trying not to comment on his goodies. All that hair was a turn off anyway but it was fun to drive naked with a straight boy. My second naked trip in as many days. This could get to be a habit. I might start going to school naked. I would have to remember to get Nate naked next. He'd totally go for it and would probably be a lot more daring. The more we drove around the more comfortable Nolan was getting and at one point I thought I saw his cock twitch a bit. I almost reached over for it a couple of times and my brain was all over the place. This boy needed a good blowjob and a fuck to activate his sex sensors, but I was determined to behave. Each time we pulled up at a light, Nolan moved his hand to get ready to grab his shorts in case anyone pulled up beside us, but to his credit he remained naked the entire time. We drove back to the house and up the driveway and he parked the car.

"So, how was that?"

"The wildest fucking thing I've ever done. If we weren't naked, I'd give you a hug or something," he gushed. I leaned over and gave him a half hug anyway, feeling him tense up a bit at my touch. I opened the car door and got out. He opened his door and pulled his shorts on before standing up. I figured I better do the same thing, so I pulled on my boxer briefs. I almost couldn't bring myself to look at his baggy boxers. They were so unattractive.

"I should get going, but thanks for tonight man. I felt like shit around that douche at work, but this more than made up for it. And thanks for being so cool. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're alright for a gay guy."

"Thanks. You're alright for a straight boy. Just for the record, if you ever need a blow job or a place to stick your dick, I'm always available."

"Nice to know...I think," he laughed nervously. I walked him back to his car and we said goodbye. I headed back inside and locked up the house. Lucas and Derek were nowhere to be seen, so I headed to bed and found Blake sleeping with Colin. I climbed in beside them. I had two thoughts. What to do about the manager of my pizza place and what to do with my boner as I thought about Nolan.

I'd worry about my boner first and quietly jacked off until I had that problem resolved. I used tissues to clean up and then fell asleep.

In the morning I woke up with a sore throat and a headache. I hadn't sucked cock or been drinking so I could only assume Blake had gone viral and taken me down with him. I was going to die. This was it. The outbreak was going to take us all.

End of Chapter. Justin sick? This won't be good. He won't be in the mood to get laid, what the hell will he talk about for a whole chapter? Comments still welcome at outinwest@gmail.com or send Justin some chicken...ummm chicken soup, I meant. More to follow. Also at http://groups.yahoo.com/neo/groups/pridecanadabc/info