The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Author's note: I promised a dramatic change in this chapter, but it went on a lot longer than I expected, so the big change will happen in chapter 153. Hopefully there's enough in this chapter to keep you interested...

Chapter 152

The three of us left the car at the hotel and took the London Underground to visit some of the sights. First up was the London Eye which allowed Blake to see everything he wanted. He must have filled his entire memory card taking pictures. He was so animated that the people in the cab with us were smiling at his antics. He had us pose for all kinds of shots, including selfies that he had to be in. He even asked others to take pictures of the three of us together. Note to self...review policy of not talking to strangers with Blake. Still a stupid rule if you ask me because as I've said before, if you don't talk to strangers they'll never become friends, so everyone in the world will be a stranger to each other. Think about it.

After the London Eye we went to Big Ben (the clock...not the guy on Grindr) and then over to Buckingham Palace. From there, we walked down the mall away from the Palace, which by the way isn't a mall at all, it's a road. You could be sued for misleading someone like that. I was all ready for shopping when I saw the word mall, and then bang, just trees. It's a misrepresentation of a tourist attraction. Why not call it an avenue or a boulevard? Sheesh! We headed through a park, just off the `not a' mall, with Blake between us holding our hands, when he stopped and looked up and grinned. "Check it out. There's two gay guys. Let's go say hi."

I looked over to see who he'd found and I was impressed. They were about our age and pretty cute, especially as they were sharing an ice cream with each other. Probably more gay guys misled by the `mall' sign on their map. Blake pulled us towards them. It's almost as if in his mind we had to say hello to every gay guy we saw.

"Hi! I'm Blake, and these are my Dads, Justin and Colin. We're from Vancouver Canada," he said quickly as he introduced us. "You guys are gay too right?"

"Hi Blake. Good guess, mate," the one guy said in his strong English accent. "I'm Tony and this is Nicholas."

"Nice to meet you. Would you guys like to come back to our hotel and have sex with us? I think this is the right circumstance, don't you Dads?"

"BLAKE! Sorry about him. He has a major medical issue where his brain is not connected to his mouth, but we're getting him surgery for it soon," I said clamping my hand over Blake's mouth to prevent anything else from spewing out that could be potentially embarrassing.

"No worries. I have a little brother too and he also says whatever he wants," Nicholas replied.

"How old is he?" Blake asked quickly as he pulled my hand away.

"9."

"Oh. How old are you guys? I'm 14."

"You're 12," I corrected.

"Nuh uh! I'm almost 13."

"So in other words...12," I grinned.

"Dad, if we say I'm 14 then maybe I won't be such a cock clocker and I can play too."

"We're both 18," Tony replied as he watched Blake with fascination.

"Justin is 21 and Colin is 25."

"26," Colin corrected.

"Not sure that's gonna work in your favour, Dad. Old guys don't get sex. Just let me handle it," Blake said almost dismissively as he patted Colin on the lower back.

"What exactly are we handling, buddy?" Colin asked.

"I'm trying to get you laid, duh. Justin said that when you meet gay guys you have sex first, then get to know their name because there's no point in getting to know them if they suck in bed."

I scrambled through my brain as I don't remember telling him that. "I don't think I ever said that to you," I corrected trying to save some credibility.

"Not to me, but you told Kyle, and I overheard, so it's like you told me."

"Nice to meet you guys. I think we've stuck all our feet in our mouths so there's not really any room for anything else. We should be going," I said as I put my hand on Blake's back to push him along. I looked back at the two boys who were chuckling at us. If Blake hadn't been with here I might just have tried to pick them up. "Jesus Blake, have you heard of subtlety?"

"No. Is that where we're going next?" he asked as he looked up and me and batted those huge eyes at me.

"Yeah, we're taking a one way trip to subtlety and leaving you there," Colin laughed.

Blake pulled out his phone and quickly googled `suttelty'

"That art of being subtle," he read and then went quiet for a second. "hard to notice or see : not obvious. clever and indirect : not showing your real purpose... I don't get it," he said.

"It means don't blurt out the first thing that comes to your mouth. Maybe just saying hi and getting to know something about those guys would have been better than inviting them back for sex in the very first sentence."

"That's just confusing. See, if I had older people to tell me this stuff, I wouldn't always get it wrong. Wanna go back and try again? I'm sure they'd want to have sex with you."

Blake turned and ran back to them. "Hi again. Sorry about earlier. My Dad said I have to be more subtle and get to know stuff about people first before inviting them for sex. Are you guys boyfriends?"

"Yep," Tony replied.

"My Dads are married. One of my friends said that when adults get married they stop having sex, but my Dads still do it, even though they're getting old. They know lots of stuff too. Do you like big penises or small ones?"

Colin and I had walked back to Blake and I was shaking my head. "Jesus Blake, which part of subtle don't you understand? First off it's inappropriate to just start talking about sex with someone you just met, and it's doubly inappropriate at your age to talk to adults about sex."

"They're not adults, Dad. They're teenagers."

"They're still adults."

"Well, I think I'm doing good. You said I'm supposed to find out stuff about them first and get to know them before I ask if they want sex. You guys wanna dump the boring old folk and go hang out somewhere?

"Sorry, guys. Blake, we didn't mean these guys specifically, we were talking in general. When you meet someone for the first time, you take it slow and talk about things of interest, like the country, or how long they've been together, or compliment clothes. Something like that to break the ice and build the conversation to see if you have any common interests?"

"Okay, I'll do it your way. I like your shirts. That color purple is my favorite. So how long have you guys been together?"

"Thanks and two years," Nicholas replied.

"So do you have sex with other people like my Dads do?"

I think I groaned.

"We're monogamous," Tony replied politely. Blake looked at me quickly as he spun his head around.

"It means they don't involve others in bed," I clarified

"Like always? What about if a famous person wanted to have sex with you?"

"Maybe we'd break the rule then," Nicholas replied with a slight sideways smile.

"Like which celebrity would you do it with?" He asked. I wasn't sure this was subtlety, but he was carrying on a conversation with them, which is more than Colin and I were doing.

"Tom Daley," they both said in unison almost like two little school girls.

Blake grinned wide and pulled out his phone. "You want me to call him and see if he wants to come over and we could all play together. That's something we could all have as a common interest."

"Sure and while you're at it could you call Callum Turner?"

"I don't know who that is, but I know One Direction," he offered.

"Sure, they'll do. I like Niall or Harry," Tony said trying play along with Blake, not realizing the kid was as serious as a hernia.

"Sweet. So if I get them to come over, you guys will have sex with us? Do you have skin over your penises like they do?"

"Okay Blake. Enough with subtlety. That lesson was an epic fail. Just accept the fact that all British guys are uncircumcised okay, then you don't have to ask every one of them individually. Sorry guys, he's been a little hyperactive today."

"I am not. I'm just friendly and outgoing," Blake argued. "What's hyperactive?"

"Means overly energetic and totally annoying."

"You're the annoying one," he said looking at me and sticking his tongue out. "So you wanna come over if Tom is available? He has a nice penis that you guys would probably like. It's fun to see the head peek out when he washes under his skin, but then you probably already know about that stuff anyway. Harry's is big like Justin's so I'm sure you'd like him too."

"Is he for real?" Nicholas asked us looking confused.

"Blake is a work in progress," Colin answered.

"Do you really know Tom Daley?" Tony asked as I'm sure he was trying to figure out if we were serial killers or just insane Canadians.

"Of course. We're friends. I was diving with him this morning and then we had lunch and hung out with Liam and Harry."

"Okay. Did Prince Harry and the Harries twins pop by too?" Tony said trying to pay along with what he thought was Blake's wild imagination.

"No. Just those guys." Blake answered honestly and opened his phone to show them the pictures of all of us together. "That's us a couple hours ago when we left the hotel room. This is Tom and me on the diving board at the pool. We were at the same place where they had `Splash' last night."

"You were there?" Tony asked all of a sudden paying much more interest.

"Yeah we sat in the front row and got to see everything. Then Tom invited me to dive with him today. We all went diving, but my Dads kinda suck at it." He looked at us and smiled. "No offense, but you do."

"No argument from me," I smiled. But I think you've taken up enough of their time Blake. Plus Tom just left and I'm not sure he'll appreciate you calling him every time you find good looking guys. He already has a boyfriend."

"Yeah but he's not mongomoose, so he might wanna come over."

"How do you know he's not monogamous?" Nicholas asked.

"Ummm, I'm not allowed to say, `cause it's part of our bro code."

"Bro code, huh? What's that?"

"It's like a secret, except I'm not allowed to have secrets, so we have a bro code that only those in our group that fist bump know about. If you guys come over and have sex, then we can have our own bro code."

"Blake, give it a rest. You're not calling Tom or anyone else to come over and have sex with anyone. He gave you his number as a friend, not as his pimp."

"God, you guys are so boring," he complained as he turned back to Tony and Nicholas. "We're going to the Tower of London next where they cut off people's heads. Wanna come with us? Maybe we could offer Justin and Colin up as volunteers. Then I could call the guys over. Here, check this out," he said as he played with his phone a second and held it up for them.

"Crikey. Whose is that?" Nicholas said looking slightly embarrassed as Blake took it away and found another picture to show them. "Nice."

I reached over and grabbed the phone out of his hand and looked at the picture. It was a fully erect penis from the side. I flipped through a few more of the pictures and he had a lot of them. "Christ Blake, what did we tell you about taking pictures like this?"

"You said I couldn't take picture of anyone naked until I was 18 and then only of other people who were over 18, and that I couldn't send naked pictures of myself either. So what's the whoop? It's MY penis on MY phone and I didn't send it to anyone. I didn't break a single rule. Wanna see my butt picture?"

"No. Do you know how much trouble you could be in for showing these around? It's called possession of child pornography."

"No it's not. It's my penis on my phone. How is that any different than if I was naked at the swimming pool or at the beach? Or even peeing where people could just look over and see it. These are just dumb rules. I mean I could just pull it out right now and show everyone and it wouldn't be possession of anything."

"No, it would be indecent exposure," I countered, but he was right. There shouldn't be a difference if he wanted pictures of himself on his phone. I went through and deleted them all anyway and quickly scanned his collection for anything else inappropriate, but that's pretty much all he had that was illegal.

"Not to add to the weirdness of this conversation, but that was seriously your penis, and you're only 12?" Tony asked.

"Yep, I'm pretty big for my age. Everyone says so."

"I'll say," Nicholas agreed. "Everyone says so huh? You show a lot of people?"

We hang out naked at home a lot and I'm not shy, so when people are over and see it they're pretty surprised. I'm bigger than lots of adults, plus according to my friends I've had way more sex than they have and I'm much better at it."

"You've had sex already?"

"Sure lots of it. I live in a house full of guys, so you learn lots of stuff just by paying attention. I'm not allowed to have sex with anyone over 14, except on special occasions and stuff."

"You're not allowed to have sex with anyone over 14...period," I clarified.

"Right! The bro code," he winked.

"Are you saying that you had sex with Tom, Harry and Liam?" Nicholas asked looking a little shocked.

"I think he's saying that he likes to take his clothes off at every opportunity and show off his dick, and then brag about it. Plus as you've already seen he has no problem in bluntly saying what's on his mind. Hell, you should have been in the shower at the pool. I thought poor Tom was going to have a nervous breakdown."

"No he wasn't. He showed me how to wash under the penis skin and stuff and I got to try how it worked. It's not like you guys could show me."

"You played with Tom's willy?" Nicholas asked.

"No. I just held his penis to see how the skin moved back and forth. I couldn't do it for long though as he was getting a boner and I had to stop."

"I think I'm jealous," Nicholas replied. "I know it's the wrong thing to say, but you're one lucky little dude. I'll bet no one else your age can say they held Tom Daley's dick."

Blake just shrugged. "I suppose. So you guys wanna come hang out with us and then once you get to know us better we can go have sex? If you think my penis is big, you should see Justin's. He's like way bigger."

"Uh, thanks but we'll pass. After hearing about Tom Daley and your adventures you've certainly given us some wild images for our next shag."

"Okay, but if you change your mind should I give you my number?"

"I'm sure we won't change our mind," Tony replied. "It was nice meeting you, but we have to get going."

We said goodbye and they headed off in the opposite direction. I'm not sure, but I think they may have run in the opposite direction. Probably to call the tabloids, or to find the nearest cop. "Well, that went well," I said to Colin. "Okay, new rule to the bro code for the rest of the trip. No talking about sex, sex related body parts, celebrities or anything else that couldn't be discussed on the Disney channel."

"Got it," Blake nodded. "So do you think Snow White sleeps in the same bed with all seven dwarves? And is their song just a morning greeting to her? Hey! HO...hey! `HO...it's off to work we go... we'll be back at 5, so have dinner ready before we all hit the sack.'"

"Dude! Keep it PG."

"Kyle says PG stands for `Pretty Gay', so I'm good."

"You are so gonna get it mister," I jokingly threatened.

"You gotta catch me first," he laughed as he took off with me in hot pursuit. He dodged and weaved and ran around trees and trash cans trying to evade me. I finally managed to grab him and tackle him to the ground and tickled the crap out of him.

"Uncle! Uncle!" he shrieked loudly as he squirmed and giggled.

"You're uncles aren't here to save you now!" I said as I tickled him harder.

"Stop! Stop! I'm gonna pee!" he warned. I slowed down.

"You gonna behave? Keep conversations appropriate and not show your dick to everyone?"

"I can't promise they won't look when I'm naked, but you deleted all my pictures, so I can't show those."

"Okay, but anything not appropriate for a 12 year old, and tonight's dinner will be cabbage and broccoli."

"Gross."

We made our way across to the Tower of London in hopes of seeing a beheading, at least that's what Blake was hoping for. Our first stop was the guy dressed in red and black at the entrance telling everyone about the tower. He was one of the Beefeaters, or as he explained, a `Yeoman Warder'. Personally I like Beefeater better. He gave a short history of the place and where we could find things and asked if anyone had any questions. A few people asked good questions about whether all the crown jewels were here and did the Queen use any of them, and when the last time the tower held a prisoner. Things like that. Blake's hand shot up and I braced for impact.

"So do you guys just eat beef or can you have other stuff like chicken and fish?"

"Great question young man," he said with just a slight smile as others around us laughed. "We can eat whatever we want, but back in the days of the King, Yeoman Warders were said to be able to eat as much beef as they wanted as a sign of their position of authority here at the tower and the nickname stuck with us until today."

"Cool. Thanks."

As the introduction broke up, we headed for the crown jewels first. I explained to Blake that these were jewels used by the Royal Family for special occasions and had been used over the centuries. He looked at me and then at the line heading towards the jewels, then looked back at me. "So these would be their family jewels then?" he giggled.

"Blake, that's coming close to crossing the line?"

"Nope. You said they were jewels used by the Royal Family, so technically they're family jewels." The boy in front of us laughed and turned to look at Blake.

"That's Ace! Are you an American?"

"Canadian," Blake answered. "What about you?"

"Sorry. You sound like a Yank. I know you hate is as much as we hate being called Kiwis. I'm Australian."

"My Dads are Kiwis," Blake smiled.

"They are? Sorry, no offense. What part of New Zealand?"

"No, we're Canucks," Colin replied. "Why'd you say we're Kiwis?"

"Cause you're both fruits," Blake giggled.

I slapped him across the back of the head playfully. "That's one!" I grinned.

"My Dads kinda don't have a sense of humour. It happens when you get older."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. My parents are kinda like that too, especially my Mom. She's a bit cockeyed. How old are you?"

"13," Blake replied looking up at me as if to challenge us to argue. I ignored it. "What about you?"

"14," he replied and Blake smiled.

"I'm Blake." I shook my head and mouthed a silent no' at him, just in case PG was about to transform to pretty gay' again.

"Aiden."

"Have you been to the place where they cut heads off people?"

"Yeah. It's bonza! You'll crack a fat for sure. When they cut someone's head off they held it up by the hair," Aiden told him.

"Why?"

"So that the person could see their own body. How insane is that? You'd see your own body without a head."

"That's fuckin' cool. Let's go see them do that, Dad!" Aiden's eyes went wide and looked at us quickly. Blake just smiled. "I'm allowed to swear at times as long as I don't talk about sex or ask how big your penis is, right Dad?"

"Over simplified, but basically true...within reason. Is that true about the heads?" I asked, as it sounded a little farfetched.

"Yeah, the tour guide said that the brain has enough oxygen for eight seconds, so people who lost their head got to see their own bodies. Not sure I'd want to cark it like that though. You'll be gobsmacked when you see it though."

"As if it's not bad enough having your head cut off, now you get to look at your own body without a head for eight seconds. How's that for an eternity of nightmares?" I said almost shuddering at the thought.

"I wonder if you could hold your own head and walk around like a headless zombie. You'd be able to see behind you and everything," Blake said causing him and Aiden to act like Zombies. "When are they cutting off the next head? We gotta go see this place, Dad."

"They don't actually cut off someone's head anymore. They just tell you about it, but they've got lots of cool displays. I know where it is, I can take you," Aiden offered.

"Where are your parents?" Colin asked.

"Doing boring stuff. I'll meet them later."

Once we finished checking out the crown jewels, we made our way over to see the displays and information about the tortures and beheadings that took place, but were surprised to learn that there hadn't been that many, and most of the public ones were done at a site close by and not at the tower itself. Blake seemed disappointed that he wasn't going to see anyone beheaded, although I don't think he was expecting a real person to get it, just some sort of simulation. At least I was hoping that. We don't need him joining some foreign group famous for it. We did see the block and axe that would have been used, which caused Aiden and Blake to ham it up a bit with each other, and go back to being headless zombies. Aiden pulled his shirt up over his head and walked around moaning, which caused Blake to copy him. Funny how kids just make friends like that. As we went outside to check a display where they used to do private beheadings, Aiden's phone went off and he said he had to go meet his parents. We said goodbye and he ran off.

"So was I subtle and stuff?" Blake asked as soon as Aiden was gone.

"Yes, you were almost perfect. I mean you didn't run off and try to have sex with him or anything, so that's a step in the right direction," I grinned as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"But I could have `cause he was 14," Blake said sounding proud of himself.

"Who's hungry?" Colin asked.

"I could eat," I replied, then with a smile I added, "Also wouldn't mind a drink. Maybe a bloody Mary..."

"Ha ha, very funny," Colin said.

We headed to a cafeteria name the New Armouries for what I assumed would be some medieval food but it turned out only the scones were old, everything else was great. We had fish and chips, and maybe we should have had the food before going to the displays, as Blake built a chopping block with his fries, placed the fish across, and chopped the end off it with his knife. We heard someone behind us laugh.

"Hey Blake!" Aiden said as he came up with his own food. "The fish commit a capital crime or something?"

Blake just laughed. "You gonna join us?"

"Nah, my oldies are right there. I have to eat with them. Gotta keep them happy since they bought the food and paid for the trip."

His parents walked up behind him. "Aiden, you know this boy?"

"Sure, this is my friend Blake and his Dads."

"Dads?" His Mom said. "Come on Aiden, we don't need you associating with these kinds of people," she said as she turned and walked away. Yeah she wouldn't want him associating with these kinds of people. Wait, what kinds of people? Rich, hot, great sense of humor, fantastic hair, table manners, oh...maybe she means Canadians `cause we're too polite. We're such a bad influence on everyone.

"Aiden! Now!" she said as she turned back to look at him.

His father just looked and said, "you heard your mother."

"Yeah I heard her, and as I've said before, your values are not my values. I live in this century, not in the one that built this castle. I'll eat here," he said as he sat down beside Blake. "This should be fun. She's crackers," he said quickly. "She'll throw a wobbly faster than a possum up a gum tree."

His mother stomped back after dropping her tray on the table and glared at us. "If you don't release my son, we'll contact the police."

Colin laughed. "We're not holding him. He sat down of his own free will and is free to leave when he wants. Would you like me to contact to police for you?"

"He's our son and he'll do as he's told," she said almost blaming us for his actions.

"No argument from us. We have our own son who also has a mind of his own and doesn't listen at times," Colin reasoned.

"A son?" she snorted. "I'll be sure to pray for his soul. Aiden, these are immoral people. You are coming with us now or else."

"Or else what Mom? Such rubbish," he challenged. "I'll come over when I'm finished my sammie. Blake is my friend and I'm not done yet."

"You'll be sorry young man. That I can promise you. If you touch my son, I'll see that you spend the rest of your lives in jail," she threatened as she turned and stomped off.

"What was all that about?" Colin asked Aiden.

"She thinks homosexuality is a sin and the gays will go to hell. She also believes they are all recruiting people to be part of their `cult'", he said using air quotes. "She believes gays are root rats. Obviously I don't agree with her. She's so embarrassing sometimes."

I immediately thought of the `Q' and how we were recruiting people. I was a bit shaken by how hostile she was, as it had been a long time since we had been face to face with a person like that. Blake seemed oblivious as he and Aiden basically played with their food. "What's a root rat?" he asked.

"Someone who is always looking for sex," he explained.

"Hey Dad, You're a root rat!" Blake said excitedly.

"Trust me, all guys are," Aiden said casually.

"Have you met any other gay guys before?" I asked.

"Sure, there's a few in my school, but I wouldn't tell my Mom that as she's already threatened to send me to an all boy's military school."

"Yeah because there wouldn't be any gay activity there. All guys and no girls. She should send you to an all girl's school."

"Fair Dinkum! I'll suggest that the next time she threatens."

"What?" Blake said looking at his new friend. "Dinkum?"

"It means `true dat' in American," he grinned.

"I gotta remember that. Fair dinkum," Blake repeated.

"Somehow I don't think you'll forget it," I said smirking at Blake.

"'Cause it has the word dink in it, huh?" he giggled.

It was barely two minutes before Aiden's mother and father returned. This time with a Beefeater.

"That's them. They're holding my son to try and brainwash him. Arrest them," she said pointing at us. The father was in the background. You could tell who wore the pants in that family.

Colin stopped eating as we all turned and looked up at her. I think Colin even smiled as he leaned back in his chair.

"Jesus, Mom. Stop being so crazy. I'm having lunch with my friend and his two Dads. Get over your homophobia."

"Son, is this your mother?" asked the Beefeater.

"If I say no, can you have her arrested and sent to the tower for being nuts?" Aiden smiled as he looked at the guard.

"Son, is this your mother?"

"Yes, they're my parents," he said answering the question.

"I think you should go with them to avoid disrupting others around you. It sounds as if your mother doesn't want you to be at this table right now."

"She doesn't want me here because she doesn't like gay people, and I'm not going to subscribe to her brand of crazy."

"You'll do as you're told young man, as long as you live under our roof," she said, "and you will not associate with homosexuals, or those with loose moral values."

"So hookers are out too, I guess," he said sarcastically. "I'll associate with whoever I want. Maybe I'll even decide to sleep with one just to see what it's like. Blake you wanna sleep over?" he said as he picked up a fry and seductively shoved it into his mouth. I almost laughed at the antic, despite the situation. Blake's head spun around to look at me and Colin. I just shook my head quickly in a couple of short bursts trying to let him know Aiden was just kidding.

"Folks, this is a family place. I think it would be in everyone's best interest if you left the property," the guard said to the mother.

"You're having us leave? Why not ask the homosexuals to leave?" She said, again pointing at us.

"Because they're not the ones creating any problems. We have zero tolerance for violence or disturbances," he said calmly, albeit it slightly ironically, considering what the tower was famous for. "I think it's best if you take your family and leave to prevent any further incident."

"Come on Aiden, we're leaving. You haven't heard the last of us," she said indignantly to the Beefeater.

"If only that were true," Aiden muttered under his breath as he stood up.

"As you wish madam. I'll provide you with information at the gate where you can file a formal complaint." He looked at us and said he would ensure we received the same information in case we needed it. Colin thanked him, and Aiden apologized for his mother.

"Just so you know, she's on her own with her belief. Wait until she finds out I've hung out on the beach in the nuddy, had sex before marriage, and smoked pot. She'll have a stroke," he said loud enough for her to hear as he looked at her.

"Enough Aiden. I'm sorry we brought you on this trip," she said furiously. "You're grounded when we get home."

"Stroke phase one, complete. Thanks heaps. That's the most fun I've had all vacation." he grinned as he leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, then Colin and Blake. "Phase two complete." He waved to us as they walked away in the company of the guard, his mother almost shrieking at him the entire way out of earshot.

"I'm glad I don't live at his house. His mother is fucking nuts," Blake said as he went back to his food.

"She has strong opinions that she believes in. Right or wrong, it's not our concern, but it sounds like Aiden is old enough to have formed his own opinion."

"Yeah. Too bad he couldn't hang around with us. I liked him. Especially his accent," Blake replied. "Do you think they're going to take his mother to the tower and behead her?"

"Probably not," I laughed. "Maybe just over to the rack for a flogging."

"Cool. We should go watch," he said wide eyed.

"I was joking Blake."

"Wanna hear another joke Dad? Do you know why I can't have sex with someone with no legs?"

"No, why?"

"'Cause I'm lack toes intolerant. Get it? lack-toes intolerant?"

Both Colin and I laughed. "That was actually pretty funny."

Lack toes intolerant. Where does this kid get this stuff? Now I'm never gonna see someone without legs the same way again. We'd pretty much seen everything we wanted to see at the Tower so we took off for the hotel as we were exhausted. We had a late dinner, and after watching a movie Colin and I went for a shower and sent Blake to bed as he was barely able to keep his eyes open. He didn't want his own bed as usual, so the shower was the only place we were getting any alone time.

"I think he enjoyed the day," I smiled, "even with the crazy lady."

"No shit, eh. I kinda felt sorry for Aiden, but it seemed like he was handling it well," Colin said as he washed my back and soaped up my ass, just before he bent me over slightly and slid inside. I loved how we had sex this casually. Just having a shower, taking a cock, talking about the day. He fucked me slowly as he washed my body and hair and I fisted my erection which was painfully hard and in need of relief. We heard the bathroom door open and I think I may have groaned slightly as an exhausted Blake wandered in.

"Can I come in with you?" He asked.

"We're a little busy at the moment, Blake. How about you give us some alone time and go back to bed."

"Are you sure? It'll help me sleep better. I wouldn't be crackin' a fat all night and being a root rat."

"Geez, you let him spend a couple hours with an Aussie and he's picked up a dozen new slang words," Colin said as he kept his dick in me, but had pulled me close so that Blake couldn't actually see what we were doing, although I'm sure we weren't fooling him. "The rules haven't changed, buddy. You had the opportunity to do something more grown up today with the guys, but it was a one time deal."

"I'm wearing you guys down though, right? Pretty soon you're gonna teach me everything you know anyway, so why not start now while I'm in a learning mood."

"I'm sure you'll still be in a learning mood when you're 16," Colin reasoned. "Now go back to bed please and get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."

"Okay, but don't blame me if I have a boner all night. It'll be your fault," he said as he left the bathroom.

"I think he was talking to you," I said to Colin. "You're the one with your dick in my ass." We heard a giggle from the door. Blake had it cracked open and was watching us.

"BED! And close the door Tom!"

"Rude!" He yelled back and slammed it shut.

We got to bed not long afterward and Blake was sprawled out sideways. We moved him so we could get in and he never woke up. When he falls asleep he's pretty much dead to the world. In the morning I was having a great dream of being the centre of attention in a naked live stage show where everyone wanted to rub their hands all over me and worship my body. I think those are my favorite types of dreams. I woke up slowly realizing that someone was lying on top of me rubbing up and down. I spread my legs a little to be more comfortable and slowly opened my eyes to see Colin sleeping next to me, which could only mean that the person on top was Blake. I looked back and he had his head on my back and was gently humping my ass.

"Good morning Blake. Horny much?" I said quietly.

"It's a morning thing Justin," he said turning to look at me. He reached down to reposition his dick against my hole.

"How about you just lie back on the bed and take care of it."

"Or you could go back to sleep and pretend nothing is happening," he reasoned as I could feel him pushing harder. The boy still hadn't learned that lube was mandatory if you wanted to fuck. I really have to do a better job on those father/son talks. I think he knows, but his penis takes over all thinking when he's uber horny. He pushed a little harder and there was no mistaking that he was really trying to fuck me.

"Blake, if that thing goes in, I'll ground you for a month and for each stroke you take you can add another month. That means no diving, scouts, karate, wrestling, having friends over, using the pool, etc."

"So if I do it and it takes me six times, I'll be grounded for six months?" He asked just to clarify.

"Seven. Add the one for entering in the first place. Ask yourself if that's really worth it?"

"I wouldn't like to be grounded, but I'm really horny Dad. Can't we compromise? You go back to sleep and I'll just do it so you don't know I'm doing it?"

"That's technically not a compromise," I whispered back quietly. "Let me turn over so you're not so tempted."

He moved and I turned onto my back. He crawled back on top of me and took hold of my cock, which was also hard and pulled it between his legs so it was resting along his ass crack. I could feel him now rubbing my stomach with his erection. I'm not sure this was better. "Is it always gonna be like this Dad? I mean I wake up so horny each morning and I have to masturbate before I can function."

"Not always, but enjoy it while it lasts buddy. As you get older sex becomes less important and you learn to control it. At your age, it's new and exciting. That's why you're always having erections. I was like that when I was a kid too."

He giggled and reached back for my cock and took a firm squeeze. "You're still like that now Dad. I'll bet if I was someone else you'd already be having sex, huh?"

Colin snickered from his pillow and I thumped his side under the covers.

"Probably, but it's different between you and me. You're my son and it's my job to protect you from harm and teach you right from wrong, and having sex with you would be wrong. Even when you're older, you'll probably change from wanting to hang out with us, to finding us embarrassing and not wanting us around as much. You definitely won't be trying to have sex with us."

"No way! I already have my calendar set on my phone for my 16th birthday. At midnight, I'm coming in here and it's gonna be epic. Ummm, would I still be grounded if I backed up and your penis accidentally went in my bum, or would you get grounded?"

"You'd still be grounded," I smiled as I felt his ass clenching and moving slowly up and down my dick. He may be 12, but he's as seductive as any adult I've ever met. He gets that from me.

"That doesn't seem fair. You guys are the best Dads ever and you should just teach me all about life and stuff, which includes sex. Which is a normal thing. I love hanging out with you." He's such a suck up too.

"You say that now, but I'm willing to bet that you'll have changed your mind by the time you're 16. You'll probably have had several girlfriends and be so handsome that everyone will want to be with you. Colin and I will be the last people you'll want around."

"Geez Dad, you won't be that old and everyone wants to hang around with me already. Oh, and trust me, you're already embarrassing, but I still love you," he said as he leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

"I love you too buddy," I said wrapping my arms around his back. He gently humped my stomach and I had to admit that it felt nice, and since I was only partially awake, my cock rubbing up and down his ass crack also felt good. It was rapidly becoming self-lubricating and he was right, if this had been anyone else, I would have taken hold of it and pushed it into his ass. It was taking every bit of self-control as I was probably as horny as he was. As soon as the kid went for his shower, Colin was getting a serious wake up call. The more I held him the more he squirmed against me and I closed my eyes as I was still tired. I love hugging anyway so it felt special. Then without warning I realized I had reached the point of no return and my eyes flew open. Before I could throw Blake off I blasted all over his ass and he giggled as he shot his own load onto my stomach.

"That was soooo cool. We both did it at the same time without even touching them. We gotta do that more often. That's not sex right? So it's allowed."

"Technically no. That wasn't sex, just a morning wake up," I tried to clarify and make it not weird. Blake was still moving his ass up and down my cock and I seriously wanted to slam it inside. Not so much HIS ass, but any ass. My favorite thing to see on a porn, or after having sex in person, is when the guy blasts cums all over someone's ass and then uses it as lube to go back inside and continue fucking. It makes my whole head go out of control crazy, and that's where I was at the moment. I had to push Blake off before I ended up making him the receiver. It's kinda that small moment in time where your brain has shut down and you'd do anything regardless of the consequences. He reached around and wiped his ass and looked at the cum dripping off it. Then he wiped his hand on my chest as if I were a towel.

"You were already a mess, Dad," he grinned as he got off the bed and ran to the bathroom.

Colin laughed as soon as he was gone. "Jesus Justin. I dunno about you. Even when you're not having sex, you're being sexual. You realize that he's gonna be coming in to do that every morning now, don't you?"

"Yeah bad judgement call on my part. Once we get home, we'll tighten the rules back down and maybe start locking the bedroom door or something," I said as I used the top sheet to wipe cum off myself. Again, if this had been anyone else I probably would have tasted the cum instead of just wiping it up, but I have a feeling that my brain would taste Blake's cum and want more of it. Is that weird? It's weird isn't it? Is it? I dunno. The kid confuses me. He's got the cock and sex drive of an adult, despite being 12 and my son. I really hope when he's 16 we really are the old embarrassing adults like all other parents. It'll be so much easier.

Colin and I made out for a little bit after we heard the shower start and I helped my partner take care of his own morning boner. I swallowed everything he had and squeezed the tube to get last drops. No point in wasting more cum. We slowly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom as we both needed a piss now. What is it that makes us cum and then need to pee? Is that normal? Do you think that's the body's way of pissing the rest of the cum out of the shaft or something. Blake was still in the shower covered in shampoo when we went in and took our piss together.

"You guys aren't doing it right," Blake said suddenly. "You have to play swords when you pee at the same time."

"Right, sorry," Colin said as he crossed his stream over mine. I laughed and played along. Once we were done, Colin looked at Blake and asked if he was going to spend the entire morning in there.

"You can join me if you want. It's nice and warm."

"I think we'll have to add an extra day to our trip. I have a couple of things to show you that I think both of you will like. I mean if you're okay missing another day of school Blake, or we could just head home now if you want."

"Nice try buddy boy. I'm okay hanging out here in England. This place is wicked cool."

There we have it. According to Blake's travel guide, England is wicked cool.

"Tomorrow we'll go to the London dungeon, but today I have a couple surprises," Colin grinned as we set about brushing our teeth.

"Cool. A dungeon. Do they have people chained up in there and stuff. Is it more torture and people having their heads cut off and stuff?" Blake had a look of great excitement in his eyes. We really gotta limit those zombie killing videos he plays. I'd forgotten about the dungeon, but it was perfect. Blake would definitely like that more than the tower and he'd love some of the shows they put on to keep everyone entertained. He almost leapt out of the shower as he became animated about going to a dungeon. He ran off to the bedroom to get dressed and we took our shower. I was like Blake in this respect. I could stay under the water for ages, but we didn't take as long as I'd have liked before heading back to the bedroom. We found Blake sitting cross legged on the bed, still naked, looking at the computer.

"This looks sic!" Are we really going there?" He asked.

"Yep, tomorrow, if you hurry and get dressed so we can get everything else done today. See how much stuff we can do if you aren't obsessed with sex," Colin told him.

"Yeah, Justin, see how much stuff we can get done if you aren't obsessed with sex," Blake parroted as he stuck his tongue out and went to rummage through his suitcase to find the right clothes for the day. After breakfast, we headed up the motorway to the Warner Brother's Studios in Leavesden. Blake was looking out the window like a caged puppy as we pulled in. The large sign on the building kind of gave it away as it said The Making of Harry Potter. I don't know who was more excited. Blake or me. I love seeing stuff like this. They had rebuilt a lot of the sets from the Harry Potter movies and it was beyond impressive. We got to be in the Great Hall, Dumbledore's office and the Wand Room, just to name a few. We even saw the triple decker bus they had built for the movies. It was spectacular. I never thought of any of us as Harry Potter fans, but after being here I was definitely converted. We also had a glass of butter beer, which to Blake's disappointment contained no beer at all, but was sickly sweet, almost like butterscotch. There was a green screen area where you could film yourself riding one of the brooms. Very realistic and well done. Normally when a movie is done, the props, sets and costumes disappear. Here, they had saved almost everything and I was stunned by the details. I could see this place making as much money as the movies. We spent tons of time here and took thousands of pictures. We even bought clothes in the gift shop and became members of the house of Gryffindor. Blake also bought Harry Potter's wand. I made a note to borrow it so I could cast a few spells on a few guys. `Iticus, piticus, I order you to stripicus!' Maybe that's not a Gryffindor trait. Perhaps I should have joined Slytherin. Blake had a good time and met plenty of other kids that were almost as hyper with excitement as he was. By the time we dragged him out of there it was well into the afternoon and we got back in the car and drove north for a while, with Blake asking constantly where we were going. Colin wouldn't tell either of us. Maybe he was lost and just didn't want to admit it. I've certainly done that lots of times, even with my GPS. We entered a town called Shrewsbury in a county called Shropshire. Talk about an English sounding place if ever there was one. I half expected Robin Hood and his merry men to come down the road at any minute. We drove for another 15 miles or so and passed through the small town of Marchamley and headed down a single lane road marked Hawkstone Hall towards a large mansion.

"Is this our hotel for the night, Dad?" Blake asked as he looked at the building in front of us.

"This is Hawkstone Hall. It's a castle built in the 1700's and sits on 88 acres of land. It has over 65 bedrooms, its own chapel, a couple of cottages and lake. Roughly 44,000 square feet on three floors."

"Can we swim in the lake? Does it have a pool too?"

"No pool, but in the summer you can definitely swim in the lake," Colin told us.

This hotel seemed way cooler than even the one we had stayed in in Luton. We pulled up at the front doors and got out of the car. The place was impressive to say the least. Colin used a key to open the front door, which I thought seemed a little strange for a hotel, but then this is England things are definitely weird...ummm...different here. Maybe that's how these fancy places work. You get a key to the main door as well as your suite. As we entered, I looked for the front desk, but it wasn't visible at all. This looked more like a mansion house than a hotel. They had sure gone all out to make it authentic. A man in a tuxedo came into the main room followed by a woman.

"Good afternoon. I'm Bernard, the house manager. This is Ester, the head housekeeper. Welcome to Hawkstone Hall." I figured the house manager, who actually looked like the butler would be older, with white hair and all uppity snooty. This guy was maybe 40 and pretty decent looking for his age.

Blake pushed past us. "Hi I'm Blake, the main son. This is my Dad Colin and my other Dad Justin. This is a cool hotel."

"It's a pleasure to meet you young man. This isn't a hotel. Hawkstone Hall has a deep history dating back to the 18th century, originally owned by Lord Roger Haukestan, who later changed the family name to Hawkstone."

"Cool. Can I go check it out? Where's my room?"

"You may choose any of the bedrooms, young master."

Blake giggled. "It's Worthington-Masters. I use both of my Dads names."

"Blake, a young person is referred to as `master' in a home like this and the adults as Mister, unless they have a title like Lord or Sir in which case they would be addressed that way," Colin explained.

"Sic. Justin, it looks like you're gonna be Princess after all," he giggled. "Princess Justin, or maybe Lord and Lordess Worthington-Masters."

I grabbed him and gave him a headlock. "It's Lord or Lady, not Lordess," I said not really helping the situation at all.

"Help Bernard! Send him to the tower!"

"We don't have a tower, Master Blake, would the cellar suffice?" Bernard responded with dry humour. "Sirs, may I show you to the master bedroom?"

"If I'm the master, is that gonna be my bedroom?" Blake asked with wide eyes as he looked up at me.

"No, the master bedroom is the main bedroom."

"So why don't they call it the main bedroom, instead of master. That can be kind of confusing."

"Master Blake, the master bedroom was so designated originally for the Master of the estate. Over the years, the name stuck, but the term master changed to refer to young men before entering society."

"Okay, but still confusing. I'm gonna take the biggest bedroom as far away from you guys as I can go," he smiled.

Sure, but he'll still end up in bed with us at night, so what's the point. I didn't say anything as we were led upstairs and shown the bedroom. It was colossal. I mean it was like something you'd see on a movie, with a four post bed and drapes around it, enough pillows to sleep a small village and more furniture than most homes in Canada. I was truly impressed. Colin had outdone himself this time. Blake remarked at how cool it was and then asked if he could go check out the other rooms. Bernard told him to go ahead and explore. He ran off and we could hear him running down the hall opening and closing doors and commenting on each room as he went. Bernard excused himself to go and get the luggage as we went out into the hall to watch Blake running back and forth. I should have pulled up a chair to view the show. Eventually he found the room he liked and came running back to get us. It had a great view of the estate and lake and I had to admit was a beautiful room. "Look how big the bed is. I could have six friends over and we could all sleep in here and still have room left over."

"So you like this room?" Colin asked.

"Definitely. Look how big the closet is. I could put a bus in here," he said as he swung the doors open and walked inside what looked like another entire room. Now that's a closet. Hell if I had that room, I'd never come out of the closet...

"So, come sit down over here," Colin said to both of us as we sat on the bed with him. "I'm guessing you both like the house."

"Are you kidding? We get to stay in a castle? How wicked cool is that?" Blake said excitedly. "Do they have armour and stuff somewhere?"

"Possibly. The house comes fully furnished with a lot of original items and history."

"I wanna try some on and have a sword fight."

"Later. But right now I have another surprise for both of you." He handed us both a set of keys. "Welcome to your new home."

I think that's the first time I've seen Blake stop moving since we got to England. He just looked at the keys and then at Colin and then me and then back at the keys.

"What?" I asked bluntly.

"I bought the castle a few weeks ago and closed the sale just a few days ago. We now own it."

"Are we moving to England?" Blake asked looking a little confused. Probably as confused as I was but I could keep my emotions in check. Holy SHIT we have a castle!!! I should invite the Queen for high tea, or maybe I should invite the Queen for tea while high! I'll invite Prince Harry. I hear he's quite the party animal and isn't shy about getting his clothes off.

"No, but whenever we do visit, this is where we can stay. I'm planning on leasing the house and estate out to the `Q' Society for their use and I think it'll make a fine addition to the organization."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I mean I like England and all and it's a great place to visit, but I wouldn't want to live here. I like living in the future, not the past, although if we could find some armour, I'd give Blake his sword fight. Maybe we could get a couple of horses and have a jousting competition.

"Would I still be able to keep my room?" Blake asked suddenly.

"Yes. We'd make the two rooms exclusively ours, so if you want to keep looking around and find a better room, you can, but once you pick one. That'll be yours and only yours."

"And Cory's if he comes to visit, right?"

"Right."

"Okay, sweet. I think I'm gonna keep this room, but I'll go and check out all the other rooms first." He ran off and once again we heard doors banging as he ran down the hall.

I looked at Colin with a stupid grin. "You seriously bought a castle? Now I know you have too much money," I laughed. "What did something like this cost?"

"Believe it or not, less than our houses in Vancouver."

"How's that possible? This is a castle on an estate."

"Land is nowhere near as expensive here as it is in Vancouver. I picked this up with everything included for 7 million pounds or roughly 10.5 million dollars."

"Bullshit. There's no way." I said looking around.

"God your cars cost almost more than that."

"I know right. I felt like we stole it. The house and grounds were only four million pounds. The expensive part was all the furnishings and accessories it comes with. But if we lease it back to the `Q', that money will pay to maintain it. A place like this has a huge cost associated with upkeep."

"Unreal. We own a fucking castle...mah Lord!" I stood up and bowed to him.

"My lady!" he chuckled as he took my hand and kissed it and pulled me onto the bed on top of him so we could kiss. We had barely started when Blake ran back in the room.

"Gross, get your own room! This is mine! Don't be going all fruitcake on me in here. I have to sleep in this bed."

We grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed with us and he giggled and screamed as we tickled him. For a guy that wants to always have sex with us, we weren't buying the fact he thought it was gross we were kissing. Maybe in a few years when he's outgrown us, sure, but not today.

We went off to explore the rest of the house and estate which I could easily see taking the rest of the week. There were a couple of cottages where Blake figured he could just move to so he could have his own house. Plus there was a chapel on the grounds as well. Probably where all the wars were plotted in the past as Lords asked God for guidance in slaying their enemies. We could bulldoze that easily enough. Religion is the number one cause of wars in the world. That and oil. Mainly religion though. Eliminate that and tell people just to get on with their lives and stop worrying about an afterlife, and we'll all be happy as pigs in shit. Or better, all those that think there's a more rewarding life after this one let's give them their wish and let the rest of us live in peace. Build a giant stadium for them all to go and fight each other to the death. Make a day of it. I'll run the popcorn and beer vendor. After our tour, we went into town for fish and chips. It now seemed a bit beneath us to be wandering around town with food wrapped in paper. We owned a castle, we should be having a grand banquet with people pouring wine with white gloves. But it was fun checking out the small town and we got to talk to a few of the locals. Once we got back to Hawkstone, we decided to get to bed early. Blake said goodnight and ran off to his room which was probably half a kilometer away...or at least that's what it felt like. Colin and I took a shower, which was a little more difficult as you had to hold the shower head in your hand. So he held it for me and I held it for him. Maybe in the olden days the Lords had servants to come and do this and that's why they didn't mount the thing on the wall. I'll order a couple of servants for the next visit. Maybe those guys we met at the `not a mall' outside Buckingham Palace. We got into bed, ready to be with each other in our new home, when Blake burst in, dressed in just his underwear and climbed in between us.

"Hi! Whatcha doin?" He asked animatedly like he'd had one too many shots of pure sugar.

"Going to sleep, like you should be doing," Colin answered. "I thought you wanted your room as far away from us as possible?"

"Yeah, duh! For when I have friends over and stuff. Were you guys gonna have sex? "He asked looking under the covers. I think my boner may have given it away.

"None of your business, Mr. Nosy," I told him. "But since you're here, let's get some sleep."

"If you guys wanna do stuff, I can just watch," he offered politely.

"Or you can just go to sleep," I countered.

"Okay. Thanks for the wicked day and I love our new castle. I'm gonna tell everyone at school that I'm the master of a castle and that we have our own butler. I even took a picture of him to show everyone. Wanna see?"

"Do you have it with you?" Colin asked, as neither of us remembered him bringing his phone.

"No, but I could go get it."

"Show us in the morning." We leaned over to kiss him goodnight and then kissed each other right above him as he looked up. He giggled and then lifted his head to kiss both of us. His first three-way kiss. This boy is gonna dominate at teenage sex parties. He'll be their king. Good thing he has a castle. We went to sleep quickly, and I was more than surprised when we awoke and found Blake already out of bed. We heard him in the shower. I snuggled up to Colin and took hold of his morning erection. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"`Morning."

We kissed and he took hold of my boner as well. I snuggled up tighter and we just lay there enjoying each other's company. "How long do you think we have before his lordship returns?" I asked as I tickled Colin's smooth balls.

"If past history is any lesson, as soon as we start he'll appear out of nowhere."

"Let's test that," I grinned as I went under the covers and took him into my mouth. I gave him one solid quick blowjob using all the tricks I knew would get him off quickly. I rubbed under his balls, teased the entrance to his hole, ran my tongue around the head of his cock and gave lots of action to his shaft. He didn't last long and held his fingers in my hair as he unloaded a full day's worth of cum down my throat. This was better than any meal wrapped in paper. I pulled on his cock to get every drop out of him and kissed up his body until I was fully on top of him kissing properly. I wiggled my ass against his cock and rubbed it up and down my crack. I was already leaking precum like a fountain. If I kept rubbing against him like this I was going to blow my own load without touching myself. He rolled me over so that he was on top and no sooner had he done that, than our resident trouble maker walked out of the bathroom naked and climbed back into bed with us.

"So what are we doing today?" He asked ignoring the fact that we were making out. I wanted to tell him that we were going to throw him in the dungeon so Colin and I could screw each other's brains out, but that would only get him excited to find the dungeon. We had a different dungeon to go to today. He looked at us with his wet hair dripping onto the pillow. "Are you guys fucking?"

"No, we were interrupted," I said almost sarcastically.

"With what?"

"With you numbnuts"" I laughed.

"Oh. That's okay, you can keep going if you want. I gotta get clothes for the day and I have to go all the way back to my room to get them. You can have sex if you want." Nice to know we have his permission. "But hurry up so we can go do stuff."

He climbed out of bed and ran out of the room naked. "Hi Bernard!" He said as he disappeared. "I just gotta go back to my room to get new clothes."

"Yes, Master Blake. Good morning sir."

"Good morning!" He yelled back.

I groaned and pulled the covers back over us as Colin rolled off me. I guess this is why parents don't have a lot of sex. Bernard entered the room and said good morning as he opened the curtains to let in the sunshine. Was he fucking crazy? I haven't even done my hair. "Breakfast will be served in the main dining room in 30 minutes sirs."

"Thank you Bernard," Colin replied as our butler turned and left, closing the door behind him as he went.

"We have to get a lock for that door. Five minutes later and he might have got his own wake up call."

"I'm sure he's seen it all. Proper butlers see everything and say nothing. I'm sure having a naked 12 year old run past him in the halls, or two guys making out in bed, doesn't even rank up in the top 50 interesting things that have happened here."

"Wait till the `Q' move in. He'll be able to write a book."

We got up, showered and returned to the bedroom. Blake was already waiting for us. "God, took you long enough in there." We ignored him and got dressed. "Dad, guess what type of plant a zipper on your pants is... A penis fly trap!" he giggled without waiting for us to answer. Funny. I thought I should pack a few snacks and drinks for the trip down to the giant hall where breakfast was to be served. The table was one of those that needs an intercom system to be able to talk to the person at the other end. It was a typical old world banquet hall with lots of portraits of old people on the walls. I should get one commissioned of Colin since he was the oldest of all of us. So cool and yet so not me, but talk about a house to show off to your friends. Jason and Alex were gonna go crazy over this place. I had made sure to take tons and tons of pictures of each room, each portrait, furniture and everything else. Still hadn't found any armour.

We packed up and Bernard took our cases to the car for our return trip to London. Colin gave him a few instructions and we took off. Now that would be a cool job. Being a butler for a castle. You could run around naked when the master wasn't home and have cool parties and everything. I'd be up for that job, although I'd probably be fired for hitting on hot guys that came over.

We left and went back to the city to visit the London Dungeon. It was almost as fun as yesterday's adventure, but nothing could top owning your own castle. I think by the time we'd left the Dungeon, Blake had decided he was either going to be an axeman, or a torturer, or both. He was almost in overload with Hogwart's magic and dungeon tortures, so before we headed for the airport, we decided to get him out of `terror' talk and stopped by Hamley's, the world's largest toy store. They had something like 50,000 toys and I think kids had a mission to play with every one of them. It was like seven or eight floors of all toys. I thought Toys R Us was big. Shit, this made that look like a corner convenience store. While Blake tried hard to be an adult around us, it was awesome to see him just act like a kid. He raced all over the store as one thing after another caught his attention. He played with other kids, explaining to almost every one of them that he was from Canada, and became somewhat of his own celebrity. Colin and I were holding hands as we watched Blake trying out remote controlled robots to fight against other robots. We saw an older lady staring at us and then headed straight for us. I braced myself for another attack of crazy.

"You two make a good looking couple," she said smiling at us. "Which one is yours?"

"The blonde curly haired boy," I replied pointing at Blake.

"He looks just like you," she smiled sweetly.

"Thanks." I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that she wasn't going to try to boil us in oil or have an exorcism performed. She talked to us for a bit about where we were from and how old Blake was, which was kind of nice. A normal conversation that didn't have crazy attached or talk of someone being beheaded.

Blake ran up to us when he was done. "That was epic sic. I can't wait to show Cory all the pics I took of this trip. He'll pee himself."

"Well just don't scare him with too many dungeon things. We don't need him peeing himself for real with nightmares about it. I'm sure Sheila and your Uncle Jason wouldn't thank you for that at all."

"Nah, Cory's tough. Just like me. He can handle it."

We made our way to the airport for the trip home and on the plane Blake was a little hyper as he bounced from cockpit to bedroom and everything in between. Could you imagine him on a commercial flight? They'd have to restrain him. At one point he was singing to the song `What I Like About You' by the Romantics.

"What I like about you, you hold me tight, tell me I'm the only one, wanna come over tonight, yeah. Keep whispering in my ear, tell me all the things that I want to hear, `cause it's true, that's what I like about you. What I like about you, you really know how to dance, when you go up, down, jump around, think about true romance, yeah," As he sang he acted out the things he could like jumping up and down, dancing around, hugging us, and whispering in our ears. It was a cute distraction for a bit and now I'll never think of that song the same way again. That and toe-less people. Lack toes intolerant... Fuck that's funny.

"Wanna hear a joke the pilot just told me?" Blake asked as he jumped on the chair beside us. "A woman texted her husband. The window won't open it's frozen.' The husband texted back. Just pour warm water on it.' Wife texted back a few minutes later. `Computer's really fucked now.'"

We laughed. Seriously, I gotta write some of these down or I'll never remember them. We arrived in Vancouver and took the limo back to the house. I looked over at the new property which was getting closer to being finished by the day. The exterior was done, but they were apparently still working on last minute things inside, and then they had to connect the two properties. I was looking forward to seeing it, but not really looking forward to Jason moving so far away. The house would seem empty without them in it. We received a warm welcome home and relayed our adventures. Blake couldn't wait to show everyone his pictures and tell the entire story all over again, starting with the castle. Thankfully he stuck with the bro code and left out the part where we'd all had sex, but from the looks I was getting from Jason and Alex, he must have been hinting at it, or saying things in such a way as it was becoming obvious. Figures. Oh well, see you in 10-15 when I get out of the big house. (Jail, not the big house we're building next door). The guys were wide eyed as we showed them the castle and couldn't believe that we'd bought it. Hell, I can't believe Colin bought it and I was there. We got some sleep and the next day it was back to normal. Well, almost back to normal.

Colin and I were sitting in the kitchen having a drink as Blake walked past us and climb on a chair to grab a bottle of wine out of the cupboard. He put in in his backpack, as I sat there frozen with my mouth open wondering if he realized we were right there.

"Ummm, Blake, what are you doing?" Colin asked.

"Just getting a bottle of wine for the party this afternoon," he said casually.

"I don't think so. Put it back. You're too young to be drinking. And what party?"

"It's on my schedule. It's a boy/girl party at Warren's and I was invited and I'm allowed to sleepover. The wine's not for me, Justin. You're supposed to take a gift like wine to a party for the host. It's expected. I Googled it."

"Not for a 12 year old it's not."

"Almost 13," he corrected. "But Dad, it's a teenager party and if I don't do teenager stuff, I'll be a social papaya."

"Social piranha," I corrected.

"Pariah," Colin said, correcting my correction.

"Pariah? Really?...what he said," I agreed. "You'd be in more trouble if you took a bottle of wine. Plus I think at your age, it would be illegal to take it anyway. Who were you planning on giving it to?"

"Warren's brother, Kane. He's the chaperone guy."

"Is it his birthday or something?"

"No, it's just a regular party. He's having some friends over and since I'm his friend, I get to go."

"I'm not okay with you going to this party. I've seen what happens when we go over to just wrestle. If it were Warren's birthday or something with his parents there, I'd be more inclined to let you go, but for this one, it's a no."

"No way! That's not fair. I put it on the schedule and you didn't say I couldn't go and I already told Warren I was allowed. You're gonna make me look like a little kid in front of all the teenagers."

"Well not to burst your bubble, but you are still just a little kid."

"I hate you! Colin, can I go?" He said looking away from me in a rage.

"No, I agree with Justin on this one. I think if it was a birthday party it would be different, but it sounds like this doesn't have proper supervision."

"It does so!! Kane will be there and so will a couple of his friends. Plus all the other kids are going including my diving team and wrestling friends. If I don't go, I might as well just stay in my room and become a hobbit. I won't have any friends because my Dad's think I'm a baby."

I wondered if it was the right time to correct a hobbit to a Kermit, but I figured we had more important things going on. "No one thinks you're a baby, Blake. Sometimes we'll have to make decisions that you don't like to protect you and this is one of them. Kane seems to think it's okay to use his brother for exhibition purposes and I wouldn't want you to be used like that or get hurt."

"I won't get hurt, Dad. I'm tough. Plus, there'll be lots of other kids there. We wouldn't do anything wrong."

"I'm sorry buddy, you're gonna have to call him and tell him you can't make it. Instead of telling him that your Dads said you can't go, just tell him you have a family situation that came up."

"That's not fair. Everyone else is going. I hate both of you! My real Dad would have let me go!!"

Ouch! Knife. Chest. Thrust. Twist.

"Sorry to hear that, because we still love you," Colin said firmly. Blake went to head off towards his bedroom. "Blake."

"WHAT NOW?" he snapped back. "Want to take away the rest of my friends?"

"No, of course not. Just the wine please," he said putting out his hand. Blake walked back and pulled the wine out of his pack. Then without a word, made a dramatic exit and stomped up each stair as loudly as he could and slammed his bedroom door.

"Well that went well, I thought," I said looking at Colin with a grin.

"Sometimes we have to do real parenting. Could you imagine how much trouble we would have all been in if he'd shown up with a bottle of wine? I can just see all the kids going home smelling of Merlot and then saying Blake supplied it. I guess we better make sure all liquor is locked up downstairs if he's getting to the age where he thinks it's okay to just take it."

"Agreed," I said as we stood up and began removing the liquor from the cupboards to take down to the wine cellar. "Do you think we should go check on him?"

"Let's let him cool down for a bit and then we can go see how he's doing." We took everything downstairs and rearranged the shelves for the hard liquor. I would remember to tell everyone where the stuff had been put in case they wanted it. Troy and Kyle weren't legally old enough to drink in public, but around the house we never stopped them as they were pretty responsible. After half an hour or so, we headed up to check on Blake and knocked on his door. There was no answer. We knocked again and entered, figuring he was just ignoring us as punishment. We got in his room and he wasn't there, but we looked around in case he was just hiding.

"ADAM, where is Blake?" Colin asked.

"Unknown. Blake is not on the property."

"ADAM, please locate Blake's phone." The screen lit up with the phone locator and it clearly showed him heading away from the house at quite a speed. We watched for a few seconds as the signal moved, then stopped, then moved again, repeating the pattern a few times. We looked at each other.

"He's on the bus," I said quickly. "Do you think he's heading for the party?"

"Where else? He doesn't want to be a social papaya. After all, you're the only social papaya I know. You're the biggest fruit at any party!" Colin roared with laughter.

"That's so mean... Okay, it's true," I chuckled flipping my hair back. "But mean. It's not about me though. I guess we should go get our kid. To the Batcave, Robin!"

"We'll need more than a two seater car," Colin grinned as we raced downstairs and grabbed the BMW. At times like this it would really be nice to have a bat pole. We drove over to Warren's house. I rang the bell and Warren opened the door.

"Hi!" He said looking at us and then past us. "Is Blake here?"

"That's what we were going to ask you? We told him he couldn't come because we had a family thing to do, but he took the bus to head here anyway."

"Nope he hasn't got here yet. But you can come in and wait if you want."

We entered and Kane saw us and came over to say hi. "You gonna join us for the wrestling competition later?" he asked.

"No, we just came to pick Blake up. Family emergency," I replied. We looked around and there were about 8 kids so far, both boys and girls all about 13 or 14. I didn't see alcohol or anything out of the ordinary. There was a video game on the TV and the music was playing. Seemed actually pretty tame. Kane had a couple of his friends over and we were introduced as Blake's Dads. That created a few question about us being gay, which didn't get much reaction, or even discussion, which in a way was pretty cool. About 10 minutes later Kane answered the front door to let Blake in. He strolled in casually and stopped dead when he saw us. I think all the blood drained out of his face. "Nice to see you made it. We just stopped over to get you as we have a family emergency to deal with," I said trying not to embarrass him in front of everyone. "Tell everyone you're sorry, but you have to go."

He opened and closed his mouth as if he were going to fight back, but them looked around and just apologized to Warren that he couldn't stay and then said hi to a couple of people I recognized from his dive team. We headed out with our charge in custody. He climbed in the back seat and remained quiet as we drove off. The whole way back he didn't say a word, and when we pulled into the garage he jumped out before we turned off the engine and ran inside.

"Blake!" I yelled to get his attention as we entered. He turned around to look at us from halfway up the stairs. "You know that we're gonna have to ground you for disobeying us right?"

"Whatever. You guys suck. I don't see why I can't go to the party. I go to adult parties here and it's no big deal. I went a naked party in England and you let me. What more could have happened there? You just don't trust me."

"We do trust you, it's Kane and his friends we don't trust, especially leaving you there overnight. Plus it's a teenage party and you're not a teenager yet. But since you disobeyed us and left without permission, you're grounded for two weeks."

"You can't do that. What happened to innocent until proven guilty?"

"We caught you arriving at the party after leaving the house and riding the bus. I'd say that was guilty," Colin reasoned.

"Well you can't just ground me. You're not Judge Judy and executioner!" He said folding his hands defiantly.

I tried not to laugh at his antics as this was serious. "Nonetheless, you're ground for two weeks."

Fine! Then you're grounded for two weeks too!" He said adamantly.

"While you're grounded that means no extra activities either. No iPad, computer, diving, Scouts, etc. Straight home after school."

"Why not just lock me in the panic room with bread and water? This sucks!! I hate both of you!!" He yelled as he ran off to his room.

Colin followed him up and returned with his iPad. "Still hates us," he smiled. "Guess we're doing something right as parents if we get one of those attitudes from time to time. But he said he's not talking to us until he's not grounded."

"Wow! Really? Peace and quiet? We should do this more often," I joked. "I wonder if that applies to him barging into our room each morning just as we're about to have coitus."

"Coitus? Watching Big Bang Theory again?" Colin asked. His phone rang and he answered it. "Oh hi Sheila. No everything's fine here," he said as he looked over at me and shook his head. "No, Blake's not being held hostage and tortured in the tower. He's grounded and we've taken away his iPad. He's just a little upset with us right now."

He smiled again, "No, but thank you. He'll be fine."

As he hung up he explained that Blake had called Sheila for help. "He told her he's being held hostage and tortured. That's actually pretty funny."

"Yeah, as long as he doesn't call the police or they might take him seriously." We both looked at each other quickly and raced upstairs to his room.

"Blake, did you just call Sheila?" Colin asked as we noticed he had a suitcase out on the floor.

"Yeah and she's coming to save me. I'm gonna go live with Cory."

"Well, how are you going to support yourself? You can't expect Sheila to pay all the bills."

"Yeah, no duh! I have money and a job and a car. So thanks, but I'll be going. I might even go live in the castle."

"Well, just one problem. You're only 12..." Blake opened his mouth to say something and I added "...almost 13...so you can't leave without permission, and you still have to do your two weeks grounding before you can go anywhere, including running away."

"You can't do that. Slavery was evaporated a thousand years ago. I know my rights."

"You're not a slave, you're just grounded. I guess we should take your phone while you're in the house, but you can still have it for school. Hand it over."

"Oh my god! This is like so inhuman. You want my clothes too?" He said as he pointed to where his phone was.

"It's not `inhumane', and if we thought it would stop you running away, I'd say yes, but knowing you, you'd just leave naked, so you can keep them," Colin said with a smirk. I saw Blake trying not to smile at that one. "Just man up and take your punishment. Remember the old saying if you can't do the time, don't do the crime."

"You have to remember the old saying too. Absence makes the heart grow fonder."

I'm not sure what he meant by that so we chose to ignore it. We left him to deal with his grounding and headed downstairs. "I always hate grounding him as he love being around people," I said to Colin when we were out of earshot.

"I agree, but if we don't set some rules he's gonna end up being an out of control teenager. He gets away with more things than most kids his age, so this is nothing in the grand scale of parenting."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," I said as I hugged Colin. It was a few hours to dinner and when we finally had it ready we called Blake down. The twins were already at the table with Alex, Jason & Kyle. Blake appeared and I almost burst out laughing, but chose to hold it together. He was completely naked with `Prisoner' written across his chest in felt pen and number 101 on each arm. He ignored us and sat in his chair. I always find it fascinating that despite us not having formal dinners a lot, that each of us seem to take the same chair each time. Almost like it was ours or we had been assigned to it. Perhaps it was left over from the school days.

"What's with the new tats?" Kyle asked.

"I'm being held prisoner for two weeks," Blake said bluntly.

"He's grounded for disobeying us earlier today," I clarified.

"Yeah the party police wouldn't let me go hang out with friends. I'm supposed to remain a little kid for the rest of my life," he complained. "Kyle, would you be able to drive me to school for the next two weeks, because if I'm grounded so are Justin and Colin. I won't be talking to them."

"Sure, if that's okay with your Dads."

"They're not my Dad's. They're the guards."

Again, I tried not to smile. If we're guards then I should get us uniforms and cool hats and maybe one of those night sticks. Then Colin will probably look so sexy I'll do him in the guard tower, bent over the railing, as we keep an eye on the prisoner. "It's fine by us," I told Kyle.

Blake kept ignoring us and spoke to Kyle. "Can we go on the motorbike?"

"Sure. Sounds like a plan little man."

"You can call me prisoner 101 and just use my last name like they do in jails. So like say Worthington-Masters, let's go! Or prisoner 101 step up and get your gruel."

"That seems a little harsh," Kyle smiled.

As they talked, Trevor watched and then proceeded to take off his shirt. Travis was about to do the same thing until Jason stopped them. "Guys, just keep the clothes on at dinner."

"But Bwake isn't wearing any," Trevor complained.

"That's up to Blake and his Dads," Jason explained.

"He's right Blake. Probably a good idea to wear clothes for dinner now that we've lifted the all naked rule. Go put something on. At least a shirt and shorts," Colin told him. Blake ignored him.

"You have a choice son, do as you're told or we can extend the grounding a week each time you refuse and you really will feel like a hostage." Blake looked at him with daggers. "Wear clothes, don't wear clothes; have sex, don't have sex; be a kid, grow up and act like an adult. Make up your fucking minds or I'm gonna end up a crazy person," he mumbled loud enough for us to hear and then stood up and went upstairs.

"What's that all about?" Jason asked.

"A pre-teen testing the limits before he gets to be a teenager. He defied us by heading to a party we told him he couldn't go to, so we grounded him again. Now he's hamming it up."

He returned more appropriately dressed for dinner and finished his food. He tried to delay the inevitable by clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. The twins helped in their own way.

"Dad, can we go pway wif Bwake?" Trevor asked when they were done. I still think it's so cute how they talk. I'm hoping they never grow up to be teenagers.

I answered for him. "No, sorry buddy. Blake is grounded and isn't allowed out of his room for a while."

"Why?" Travis asked.

"Because he was bad and is having a time out," Jason explained.

"Oh, okay. Can we play wif him later?"

"Maybe," he answered.

Blake looked at us with a glare that said it all as he stomped back to his room and slammed the door so that we were sure to hear him. If he only knew how bad I really felt. I think I take grounding worse than he does. He has so many toys in his room that he could be in there for a year and not get bored. We hadn't taken the TV or access to movies, so it wasn't like a prison cell.

Later on I headed upstairs to see how he was doing, and the twins were outside his room in the hallway playing with their cars and trucks. "Hey boys, what's going on?"

"Hi Daddy. We're just waiting to play wif Bwake. Can he come out of his time out on the gwound?" Travis asked.

God I hate this discipline thing. I'm not ready to be a parent like this. I like it when things are going well and everyone is happy. Right now, everyone was unhappy. I knocked on the door and opened it. "Blake would you like to play with the twins for a half hour before they go to bed?"

"Whatever!" he said bluntly. But knowing Blake he was excited to have someone around. I let the twins in and they jumped up and down cheering as they ran in to play with him until bedtime. We even allowed Blake to help with their baths and read a bedtime story. He may be grounded, but he's still part of the family. Even prisoners get an hour out in the yard. Once he was done, he came downstairs to get something to drink and went back to his room without saying a word to us.

In the morning he came down dressed in his leather jacket and carrying his helmet, ready to head to school. I said good morning, but got the cold shoulder as he made himself cereal and toast. I figured I'd let it go for a day or two. It might be nice to have the quiet time. I'm sure there's some lesson to be learned here for all of us, but I still hate being the bad guy.

After class Kyle raced off to pick Blake up on his bike, and again I got the cold shoulder when they got home. I said hi and he went straight up to his room and slammed the door. Kyle came over to me in a hurry. "Dude, I think we have a problem. Blake asked if I would take him over to his old house. When I asked him why, he said he wanted to see if he could go home yet."

"Oh shit. I know he hates being grounded but I had no idea it was affecting him this bad. I'll go talk to him."

"Do you want me to go with you?"

"No, I got this. I think," I said unsure of what to do now. God, they should have operating manuals for stuff like this. Why can't kids be like computers? When things go wrong just unplug and reboot. Or if that doesn't work, just install a different version and try again. I headed upstairs to Blake's bedroom and knocked before entering. He was lying face down on his bed and didn't even acknowledge me. I sat beside him and put my hand on his back like my parents had done so many times with me and Jason. I guess I was paying attention to their parenting. "Hey buddy. Can we call a truce for a bit?"

He looked at me sadly. "No. I'm grounded. I'm not allowed to have visitors."

"I'm not really a visitor. I'm one of the guards, remember?" I said trying to lighten the mood.

"I remember," he said turning away again.

"Kyle said you wanted to go back over to your old house. Do you still feel that way?" I asked directly. He nodded. "It's not there anymore. At least not the house you knew. It would have been rebuilt differently."

"I want to go see if my family is back in there?" he said turning slowly to look at me. My heart stopped and my blood went cold. I was well out of my depth now. I needed Colin, or my parents or anyone but me for this.

"Blake, son, your family is in heaven. They're not back in your old house. I know they're looking over you and when you say your prayers, they listen."

"No, I think they forgot about me," he said sadly.

"Why would you say that?" I asked rubbing his back and looking directly at him.

"Because I never got into trouble when I lived with my Mom and Dad and John and Jennifer and now I've been grounded twice and no one is here to help me. All I ever used to got was time outs."

"Grounding is just a different type of time out. One that still lets you do things but takes away privileges to let you know that you did something wrong. It's important to have consequences when you do something you shouldn't. Would you agree with that?"

"I guess."

"I mean if someone robbed you or stole your car, you'd want them to get punished wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"Well same applies to kids in a different way. It's our job as adults to teach you right from wrong and if you disobey, then you also need to see that it has a consequence. Would you also agree that you knew what you were doing when you snuck out and took a bus to a party we said you couldn't go to?"

"Yeah," he said slowly. "I'm sorry."

"Do you think you should have been punished for that?"

"Yeah, but I didn't kill anyone or anything. Grounding me for two weeks seems unfair for what I did."

I was starting to feel like maybe two weeks was unfair, but since when do prisoner/hostages get to negotiate. "I tell you what, I'll talk to Colin when he gets home and we'll see if there is anything we can do differently as punishment. I never liked being grounded when I was a kid either, but it's the only punishment I ever got. I'm still pretty new at being a parent, so maybe there's a better way. Any ideas?"

"I talked to kids at my school and some had different punishments. Taking away stuff they like is one that my friends get sometimes. One gets harder chores to do when he gets into trouble. Like he has to peel potatoes or wash the entire floor of his house. I wouldn't give me that one though, `cause with this house a two week grounding might be faster," he said with a bit of humour. "Another punishment my friend got is a spanking. I wouldn't really like that, but it would be over fast and I'm pretty tough so I could handle it."

"We'd never hit you Blake. That's never a good idea," I said quickly.

"Also you could make me do things like babysit for free or not let me go to the next party that comes up as punishment for disobeying you and going to this one. My friend says his parents make the punishment suit the crime. Maybe make me take the bus to school every day instead of being given a ride in a cool car."

"Wow, you really have thought about this haven't you? I think you'd do a better job of being a parent than Colin or me."

"No. You guys are doing okay. I'm just a tough kid to figure out sometimes." He reached over and patted my leg as support.

"You know what I think, Blake. I think your family is looking out for you. They guided you to seek out other options for punishment and discuss it with us. Most kids wouldn't do that. They'd just rebel or accept their punishment and resent it. You went and asked others how they are punished. Seems like advice from someone watching over you."

He looked at me to see if I was serious and moved a little closer. "So am I still grounded?"

"For now, but I'll talk to Colin. Maybe we can modify it and come up with something different," I said as I thought about what he'd said. "But let me ask you this. What do you think you did wrong to get grounded?"

"I went to the party when you said I couldn't. I disobeyed you instead of talking to you and trying to negotiate."

"And if you had talked to us, and we still wouldn't let you go. Would you have gone anyway?"

"Well, probably then I would have, but not now. I still don't understand why I couldn't go. You know Warren and Kane, so it's not like they're strangers. You let me sleepover at Cory's, so I just don't understand what the problem was."

"Fair enough. I think maybe we just wanted you to be safe and maybe felt that a sleepover would lead to sex, especially since every time we go over there you end up wrestling and doing something with someone. I was worried that Kane might try to do something to you. I have a feeling that when he wrestles with his little brother, they end up doing what you and Warren do."

"He does, but it's just so we wrestle harder. Plus it's not that big a deal, Justin. I like doing that stuff. It's fun."

"I know, but we are trying to keep you safe. Has Kane ever wrestled with you where you lost?" I said trying not to ask him directly.

"He asked, but I remembered the rules you told me so I said no, and he wrestled with Warren instead. I could have come home after the party and not stayed for the sleepover. I don't think anything would have happened with girls there. Only boys like to wrestle and stuff like that. Plus girls couldn't beat a boy anyway."

I lay on his bed and he climbed half on top of me and put his arm around me. "I didn't mean what I said before. I don't hate you and Colin. I love you and you're great Dad's."

"We love you too, buddy, even if we have to punish you from time to time." He lay there and I noticed he was rubbing up and down against my leg. I rolled my eyes and smiled to myself. "Blake, are you humping my leg?"

"No. Just getting comfortable," he said with a light tone in his voice.

"Then what's that bulge you're rubbing against me?" I said.

"Well, Dad. I'm a boy. Boys and girls are different and when a boy gets excited blood rushes to his penis causing it to inflate. It's called an erection, but sometimes it's called a boner."

"Okay, Mr. Smartass. Well keep your boner from rubbing my leg or it'll never go down."

"Trust me. That doesn't help. It never goes down. It's super embarrassing in school when that happens. Thank god Kyle showed me how to hide it by wearing tight underwear and looser pants. He's a genius at boners. I have a question. When I'm ready to have sex with a girl, can you and Colin help me with that or do I have to get advice from a girl? Kyle says that we're all gay so we only really know about boy sex. Should I ask a girl about girl sex?"

"No, you can ask Colin and me. We'll answer any of your questions."

"Okay cool. `Cause if not, I'll just ask Sheila. She's a girl."

"That she is, but leave those questions for us."

"Cory already asked her about boy sex, and she didn't seem to know as much as you guys, so I figure maybe you didn't know as much about girl sex."

"We can handle it," I assured him.

"Should we talk now?"

"Are you ready to have sex with a girl?"

"No, I was just gonna ask how tall you think I'm gonna be and how big will my penis get?"

"You've got a few more years of growing ahead of you yet, so who knows."

Yeah. I'm 17cm and I'm 152½ cm tall now. How tall are you Dad?

"178 cm which is 5'10," I answered.

"And how many centimeters is your thing?"

"Not that it's important, but it's 22."

"You wanna put measurements on the wall with me and Cory? I'm gonna make one for the twins too. We can see how fast we're growing."

"I've pretty much stopped growing," I assured him.

"Yeah, but it'll give me something to aim for," he said as he climbed over me and showed me the marks on the wall. I followed. He had a line and a date for each time they had measured. Cory was in red and he was in blue. "Measure me," he said as he stood against the wall. I made a mark which was only slightly higher than the last one. He looked and smiled. "Your turn." I stood against the wall and he pulled a chair over so he could measure me properly. He marked it in green. "Okay take off your pants and get your thing hard. I`ll show you how we do that too." Without waiting he dropped his pants so his erection could get free. He stood at the edge of the wall and pushed it down to a horizontal position and marked the end of it and pulled his pants back up. "Same as last time."

"And how often do you measure it?" I grinned.

"We only measure height when me and Cory are together, but I measure my penis everyday just in case it changes. It's easy to measure it though. Come on Dad, let's measure yours."

"How about if I pass on that one. Let's just do height."

"Okay, but I'm gonna measure 22cm so I can tell if I get bigger than you."

"Fair enough."

"So can I come down and hang out?" He asked.

I smiled. "Until I talk to Colin, you're still grounded. How about we hang out in here and do something until he gets home?"

"Sure. What do you want to do?"

"What do you recommend?"

"You can help me with my Lego city I'm building. We might need more Lego though." So that's what we did for an hour and he wasn't kidding, he was building quite the city. I think he had car parks, skyscrapers, schools and other such buildings. He even had a jail with a person inside. He had written Blake across the front of it. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wanna hear another joke?" He asked.

"Sure, I like your jokes," I said as we continued to build the world's largest skyscraper in proportion to the other buildings in Lego city.

"A guy goes to the dentist complaining of a toothache. Doctor, I have a problem,' he says. Every time I fart it sounds like Honda, but it's only been happening since my toothache started.' The Dentist checks his mouth and mumbles a few times and then grins. I think we found the problem.' Is it serious?' The patient asked. No, it's a simple case of an abscessed tooth,' the dentist explained. And that makes me fart the word Honda?' he asked confused. The Dentist smiled. `Sure, everyone knows Abscess Makes the Fart go Honda.'"

He looked at me with a big grin. It took me a second, but then I got it. I laughed and rubbed his head. Seriously. I gotta write these down. It could be a best-selling joke book. I can't even remember knock knock jokes.

Once Colin got home I went and talked to him about what Blake and I had discussed, and we agreed to reduce the grounding to one week if Blake spent the time helping Kurt with the cars. He seemed to accept that as reasonable, but not until he tried to eliminate the grounding completely. The fact we were letting him hang out with Kurt and do things with the cars seemed to appease him though, and he was at least talking to us again. There were no more incidents throughout the week and when we announced the grounding was over he was thrilled and danced around, causing the twins and James to dance around with him. He then ran off to his room, only to return a few minutes later with different clothes on.

"Later Dudes!"

"Where are you going, and what's with the new look?" Colin asked as we looked at Blake all dressed up with a tie and leather jacket and hair slicked back.

"You like it? It's Blake 2.0. Kurt's here. He said when I was over my grounding, me and him are gonna go cruise for chicks. We're probably gonna be out late... um, if that's ok. Kurt said that in a car like mine with me as a wing man we should get some action no problem. So I said he can use it whenever he wants as long as I get to go along sometimes. Just a dude's night out once in a while."

"Blake 2.0 huh? What's the difference between that and Blake 1.0?"

"I'm a man now, so gotta have a whole new look."

"Oh? You're a man now huh?" Colin grinned "And what makes you a man?"

"Uh, duh! Hair on my balls. Kyle said that's what makes me a man. That and hair on my chest which I'm supposed to shave off once I get it."

I wanted to tell him he should shave his balls too, but we'll save that conversation for his wedding night.

"Makes sense. Well have fun and make sure you behave."

"I know, I know. If I don't come home tonight, we scored so don't wait up."

"Nice try. Home by 9," Colin told him.

"9? Am I still grounded? If we go to a movie it won't be over until 9. Then I gotta make my moves. It'll take until at least midnight, especially with girls. You gotta prime them first before you get them into bed."

"Kurt tell you that?" I asked.

"No, Kyle. He said that's why it's way easier to like guys. They just have sex and don't think about it. Girls want dinner and a movie and romance and kissing and stuff first. Seems like a lot of work, but Kurt said it's way worth it when you finally score."

Well as long as he's getting good advice I can't see the harm in it, I thought to myself sarcastically. How is sticking your schlong into a va-jay-jay worth it on any level. A nice tight smooth ass, sure, but a multi fold scary frontal cavern, hell no.

"If you go to a movie, text us and you can stay out until 10, but no later," Colin said compromising. Seems like he was ignoring all the other information about girls. The chance of Kurt pulling a chick with Blake along is about 1%, but that could be his excuse if they didn't see any action. Now if they were going out hunting for guys, they could probably get laid before they got to the end of the driveway. That's just how easy it is, especially when you're driving a Lamborghini.

"Okay, deal. Gotta run. Dudes at work!" He took off and I smiled at Colin.

"Blake 1.0 or 2.0, I seriously doubt he's going to `score'. Plus when did he get hair on his balls?" I asked.

"He probably found one and remembered some previous conversation with Kyle. The boy never forgets anything. Should we be worried that our 12 year old son is out cruising for chicks in a Lamborghini with a 16 year old?"

We both laughed and continued our night. Troy strolled in and sat with us. He was still in a bit of a funk about his life and really seemed unhappy. He kept asking about the price of apartments to rent and if Colin knew any deals in town. He was obviously serious about moving out soon, but I hoped that once the new house was built that he'd change his mind. I asked him if he'd consider moving into the bachelor suite once Malcolm moved over to the new house. He said he'd think about it, but only if he could pay rent. That seemed silly to me, but Colin agreed that it would make it feel more like his own place that way. All I wanted to do was scream NOOOOO!! Stop the madness. Everyone should just live here and we'll all be happy.

Blake came home just before 9 with his bigger than life story about how they'd driven around and talked to lots of girls. Most of whom, according to Blake, wanted to hook up with him. I wondered what the real story was. Kurt had taken off in his own car to meet Patrick and others as they were going to a party. Blake said he didn't want to take the girls away from Kurt with his cute factor, so had decided to come home instead of partying.

"Good decision, considering your curfew," Colin reminded him. He kissed both of us goodnight and trotted off to bed. He does have a cute factor, I'll give him that. I went to bed early, only to be woken up when my phone beeped.e stopped by the side of the bed and looked at us

I checked my text, which was from Patrick indicating he and Kurt were at the front gate. I buzzed them in which was a little unusual as they both had the code for it. I pulled on some shorts and ran down to the front door. I opened it to find Patrick with his arm around Kurt almost dragging him up the driveway. I raced down to help.

"What happened?" I asked looking at Kurt who was covered in mud.

"His girlfriend broke up with him tonight so he went drinking and kinda over did it a little. Then he stumbled out into a field and fell into a pond. He's kinda fucked up right now. Horny as hell as he keeps trying to hump my leg though," explained Patrick.

"Girlfriend? I thought he was out `cruising for chicks' with Blake earlier.

Patrick smiled. "Might be the reason she broke up with him. Kurt's not exactly a one woman kinda guy."

"Monogamy is where it's at baby," I said with a sarcastic grin.

"Apparently it was for her."

"Fucking bitch!" Kurt slurred as he had trouble looking up to speak. I assumed he was talking about his girlfriend and not us. We both helped him into the house quickly.

"I couldn't really take him home in this state and my place isn't an option either with the parents at home, so I hope you're okay with us coming here," Patrick said almost apologizing.

"Of course. Glad you did. Better he's safe and can sleep it off than drown in some mud puddle, or hump the wrong leg," I grinned as we literally dragged him upstairs to a spare bedroom after removing his shoes. He really was a mess. I figure he just needed a good puke and a few hours sleep and he'd be back to the old Kurt we know.

"Thanks," Patrick smiled.

"No worries, you're always welcome here no matter what," I assured him. "I think we should get him cleaned up first and then get him into bed."

"Pervert," Kurt said suddenly with almost a smile.

"At least he still recognizes me," I nodded looking at Patrick. We took him into the bathroom and helped him get out of his clothes. Actually it was more a case of Patrick held him up and I stripped him. He was almost as dirty under his clothes as he was in them. I don't think there was any part that didn't have mud somewhere. Patrick kept a tight hold as I started the shower and got it to the right temperature, then returned and stripped Kurt of his underwear. We took him to the shower and I kicked off my shorts and took over from Patrick. As I got Kurt in, and tried to position him so that the water could do its job, Patrick quickly undressed and joined us. He was almost as dirty as Kurt, probably from helping him. I figured the water would not only clean him up, but it should help sober him somewhat.

"Oh gross, he has bugs in his pubes," Patrick said as he shook one off his hand. I smiled at how girly that move looked.

"Hold him steady and I'll be right back," I said. I went to the cabinet, grabbed the trimmer and quickly got back in the shower. I knelt in front of Kurt and turned it on.

"What are you going to do?" Patrick asked looking over Kurt's shoulder.

"I think we should shave him to make sure there are no ticks or bugs in there that could cause an infection," I said looking up and grinning.

Patrick just smiled back. "Good idea."

I quickly trimmed his pubes down and then did his balls as well. I didn't shave him completely smooth, and I'm sure he'll be pissed when he sobers up, but we'd explain that we had to make sure he wasn't infested with critters. That's my story and Patrick will back me up. I used the body wash to rub everything thoroughly and as I got to his ass and ran my finger down his crack he moaned slightly. I grinned to myself and added more lotion to my finger and slipped it easily into his hole. His penis expanded as I found his prostate. "Looks like you're right about him being horny," I smiled as I looked at Patrick.

"Yeah, I think he was expecting to get laid tonight, but instead his girlfriend told him she'd found someone else so my guess is his balls are well beyond blue. He'll probably cum so hard when he lets loose that he could kill someone."

"Well, we'd never let that happen around here," I smiled. "There's one thing you can guarantee in this house. If you're horny, someone is always willing to take care of you. You should jerk him off."

Patrick smiled and took hold of his friend's erection. There was another moan from Kurt, followed by a mumbled "blowjob". We both grinned and Patrick dropped to his knees and began sucking on the hard stick as I continued to finger his hole. I figured he needed a little more, so I stood up and used the lotion liberally on my cock and slid it into him. He was so drunk that I went in without any difficulty at all. He moved a little as I got deeper but just ended up putting his head against the wall and letting both of us work on him.

"Looks like he's not the only horny one," I commented as I looked down at Patrick stroking his boner as he sucked Kurt off.

"Well you try dragging a drunk friend a mile or two while he's humping your leg and see how long you last."

I grabbed the body wash again and used it on Kurt's shoulders and back. Then I shampooed his hair while I kept fucking. Multitasking is my specialty. I felt Patrick's hands come up between Kurt's legs to grab my balls and feel the shaft of my cock.

"Are you fucking him?" He asked unnecessarily.

"No, just making sure there's no mud in his hole," I said before thinking how gross that sounded. "He's so relaxed that I went right in with no effort at all. You should go come up here and take a turn. It'll get both of you off at the same time."

"I don't think he'd like that. He doesn't like anything except being rimmed. Usually if he's that horny, he just fucks me until he cums and then it's over."

"So you're like the relief catcher when he doesn't get laid?"

"Usually."

"That's a little one sided. I'll take over blowing him, you come up and fuck him. He'll feel way better once he's blown a load or two." Patrick stood up and I reached over and coated his cock in lotion. I gave him a few strokes to make sure he was fully hard before I pulled out and allowed Patrick to get into position. He was hesitant at first, but it didn't take much convincing before I had the tip of his penis inside his best friend. I love that moment where you watch the penis enter the tight ring and then see it be pulled inside, so hot. From there, nature took over and Patrick took a tight hold to steady them both, and fucked. The last thing we'd want is for Kurt to fall over and get hurt. I knelt in front of the pair and swallowed Kurt's cock all the way down, making sure to give him lots of tongue, as I used my other hand to hold Patrick's balls to feel him moving in and out.

One of Kurt's hands moved to the top of my head as he got into it. My guess is was that he was too drunk to care, but not too drunk to notice he was at least getting laid. "Suck it, slut!" He said almost incoherently. If he thought I was his girlfriend, I may have found the reason she broke up with him. I sucked him quickly as I knew he needed to lie down and sleep off his night. He was moving his hips to try and fuck my face, but it was like trying to hold one of those inflatable things with the wavy arms you see on car dealerships. He was a total rag doll. But even a drunk boy knows when he's getting good head and Kurt was no exception as he blasted his load down my throat. Patrick wasn't far behind as he emptied himself into his friend's ass. As he pulled out, I put my finger in to feel the warm cum and almost shot off myself thinking of the two of them together. So hot when friends fuck. We left the shower, dried off and helped Kurt to bed. I lay him face down and couldn't help looking at his cute ass. Patrick lay down beside him and I decided to have just a little more fun. I spread Kurt's legs and buried my face in his ass to give him a nice deep rimming. Patrick watched closely and I pulled his head down so he could kiss his friend's ass cheeks. When I was ready I knelt up and waved my cock at Patrick.

"Get me nice and wet so I can fuck him again," I smiled. No point in wasting two perfectly good naked guys. Patrick sucked me until I was completely spit covered and then he watched up close as I entered Kurt and slowly went down to my balls to fuck him. Kurt tried to move a couple of times but he was so drunk that it was more like a readjustment than trying to get away or complain. "You can rim me if you want," I suggested to Patrick as I lay on top of Kurt and fucked.

"He gonna be so pissed when he wakes up with a sore ass and no pubes," Patrick said as he got behind me.

"He should just be lucky you didn't leave him outside somewhere to drown. He's had sex with us before, so it's all good." The few times I had fucked him he had a really tight ass and it took a while to get inside. This time I went in so easily that I almost couldn't feel it, but it didn't stop me from enjoying myself. Patrick rimmed me for a short while until I got going so fast that he couldn't keep up. I wanted Kurt to feel that he had truly been fucked in the morning and since we had done it before, it wasn't like I was doing something I knew he didn't want. "Here we go! I'm gonna cum," I announced and fired all cylinders into the straight boy. They say that when you are drunk you should always have plenty of liquids before you go to sleep, so I was just helping him avoid a hangover. Plus the protein would be good for him. I rolled off Kurt and pulled Patrick's head down to my cock so he could clean me up, as I didn't feel like going back to the shower. My dick was pretty sensitive but I let him stay long enough to at least get me clean enough that I could sleep. I crashed between the two guys and at least once during the night I heard Kurt get up and head for the bathroom. Hopefully he would puke and feel better. I awoke in the morning with Patrick back slurping on my cock. I guess he hadn't finished cleaning it last night. He was doing it so gently and quietly that I don't think he expected me to wake up. I put my hand on his back and he jumped a mile and stopped.

"Keep going. I love waking up with a blowjob," I whispered. He smiled and went back to work with more enthusiasm. I looked over at Kurt lying on his side and he pretty much looked dead. I put my hand under his nose just to make sure though. He was breathing steadily so we were ok. I rubbed his head and got close to his face to see if he smelled of puke. No way I was going to do much if that was the case, but fortunately he smelled pretty good. I hoped he had used the mouthwash in the bathroom. I leaned in and kissed his nose and then his forehead as I ran my hand down his chest and played with his nipples.

"You should give Kurt a bj as well," I suggested. Patrick looked at me as if he really didn't want to. "What? You guys fool around sometime."

"Yeah, but I usually have to wait for him to initiate it. When I sleep over, we are always in our underwear and if he wakes up horny, all he does is pull the front of his shorts down and tucks them under his balls and then I know he wants head."

"Does he give you head?"

"No, mostly I just blow him until he cums and we get on with the day, or occasionally when he hasn't been laid in a while, he'll tell me to take off my underwear so he can fuck me. It's not like when you do it. He pretty much just spits on his cock or uses whatever is handy and then fucks me without saying anything. It's quick and just a way for him to get off."

"That kinda sucks dude. You should take a little control. Like when you're horny, ask him for things in return."

"I did but he keeps reminding me that he's straight and I'm bi, so it doesn't work like that. Plus I like fooling around with him. When he fucks me I usually jerk off and cum too, so it's all good."

"As long as you're happy," I smiled. "But you'd be surprised how far guys will go to get laid. Go ahead give him a blowjob. He'll appreciate it, and when he wakes up we'll show him what real morning sex is like." Patrick climbed over me and buried his face between his friend's legs.

My intention was to wake him up so that we could have a three-way. He didn't move at all, so I kissed his lips. Still nothing. I stopped and ran to the bathroom to rinse my mouth, get a couple glasses of water and the lube. I went back to the bedroom and Patrick was still enjoying his friends cock. He stopped when I handed him the water, and I put one on the night table for when we woke Kurt up. He'd probably need it. I got back in position and put my body next to Kurt's where our cocks were almost together and my face was at his. Patrick didn't need to be instructed to continue as he played with both of us. I looked at Kurt up close and smiled as I could feel him breathing on my face. I pressed my lips to his and slid my tongue to his teeth. At first nothing happened, it was like kissing a corpse. Not that I've ever kissed a corpse...just for the record. Then he moved slightly and I figured with all the attention to his body he was starting to wake up. I wanted some other fun first before we woke him up completely.

"Lie on your stomach beside Kurt," I told Patrick. He did as he was told and I got on top of him and used the outside of my ankles against the inside of his ankles to spread his legs wide. He knew what was coming and reached over to grab the lube to hand back to me. He was well trained for a bi boy. I didn't waste time as I coated my cock and his hole, and pressed my morning bone deep inside his tight little ass. In my opinion, these are the best fucks anyway. Waking up super horny and being able to take care of it. I think that's why people get married so they have someone to wake up with and not have to look around for one night stands all the time. I put my hands between his shoulder blades and pushed up to really begin to pound the hell out of him. We must have been rocking the bed too much as it woke Kurt and he turned to see what was happening. His face was right next to Patrick's.

"Dude!" He said quickly and moved his head back a little. "God, you guys are making me sick."

"Relax, it's just sex," Patrick said almost harshly.

"Not that! The bed is rocking and I'm not feeling so good. Where am I?" He asked groggily.

"My place. Patrick brought you here last night. You were in kind of a big mess. There's some water behind you if you need it." He turned and took the glass and downed the contents rapidly as I kept fucking Patrick, who was trying to indicate that I should stop now that Kurt was awake. He didn't know me well if he thought that was going to stop me. It would just turn me on even more.

"Thanks," Kurt said as he lay his head back down not sure where to look.

"Sorry to hear about your girlfriend," I said quickly. "Patrick told me what happened."

"Whatever, she was a cunt anyway. More of a cock tease than a girlfriend. She would get me to do things by making it sound like I was going to get laid afterward and then she'd change her mind. I can't tell you how many times I had to go home and take care of myself. Then last night she tells me that she met another guy and wants to break up. I should tell the dude what a bitch she is. Did we all sleep in here last night?"

"Yep. I don't think you slept so much as passed out," I grinned.

"Where are my clothes?"

"In the bathroom covered in mud."

"Yeah dude, you kinda staggered into the pond and fell down in it. So I couldn't really take you to my place or yours so I brought you here," Patrick told him.

"Good thinking. Thanks. Fuck do I have a headache; and my back and ass hurt."

"You hit your back on a rock when you fell, so you have a bit of a bruise," Patrick told him. "The headache is from the alcohol, no doubt." He looked at me smiling.

"And your ass is sore because we fucked you last night. You were complaining of blue balls and kept humping Patrick's leg, so we helped you out."

"You fucked me?"

"We figured you needed some fun after such a rough night and since Patrick went to all the work to look after you it seemed only fair. Especially since you got him seriously horny by humping his leg. You were so relaxed that it was a nice fuck. You okay with that?" I said bluntly.

"I guess. You both fucked me?" He asked looking at Patrick.

"Yeah. Watching the two of you was so fucking hot. Guys always sleep better after we blow a load, and your balls were over full, so we emptied them for you. When was the last time you shot a load?

"Four days ago. I was expecting sex last night, so I saved it up so it would be awesome. Then the bitch dumped me," he complained.

"Don't worry, you definitely got sex last night and it WAS awesome. You shoulda been there. It looks like we didn't empty you completely since you're hard again this morning." I smirked as I looked down at his cock. He glanced as well and went to turn over to hide it. I reached over and put my hand on his chest. I repositioned myself, staying inside Patrick, and reached for Kurt's erection and took a firm hold to stop him moving. "I think we should take care of it, since we're all awake and horny."

Kurt moaned slightly. "I have such a headache," he complained without trying to remove my hand from his hardon. In my mind Kurt was hard because he was watching us fuck, not because guys wake up with a boner.

"No worries. Once we cum, we'll get you some Tylenol and food. Maybe a swim will also help your hangover. But let's take care of this first. Patrick, you 69 with Kurt while he's on his side, and I'll get behind him and you can watch my cock go in. Then you and I can switch places. That way Kurt doesn't have to move around much."

"I don't really want to get fucked. I'm straight," he said as if on cue.

"I know. All straight boys say that until they have something in their ass rubbing up against their prostate. Then they have some of the most intense orgasms of their lives. It's not as if you don't know how that feels," I reminded him. "So enjoy it."

I got Patrick into a 69 position and watched as he sucked Kurt's cock down to the root. Kurt wasn't quite as forthcoming so I took hold of Patrick's cock with one hand and placed my hand on the back of Kurt's head to encourage him. "You don't have to swallow the entire thing dude, but since he's giving you incredible head, the least you can do is suck the tip and make him hornier so you get a better blowjob." He took the tip and I smiled. They'll all do it if you just give the right encouragement. I went behind him and fingered lube into his ass and slowly inserted myself. As my head pressed against his sphincter, I think he stopped breathing for a while, so I slapped his ass and reminded him to relax. I popped past the ring and held steady as he got used to it. This isn't like fucking a drunk boy. Now he was thinking about it and I could feel his ass tighten and twitch as I went in.

"Relax Kurt. It feels better if you just totally release your ass muscles. I felt him comply and inserted myself even further. His hand came around to try to grab my dick.

"That's too deep," he complained, momentarily taking Patrick's cock out of his mouth.

"No it's not. You're alright. Just relax and let yourself get used to it. You'll feel the sensation change in a moment and you'll be dumping a load down Patrick's throat in no time. I deep dicked him and made sure to get right past his second ring so he could really feel what a good fuck felt like. I nibbled his neck and ran my hands around his chest to play with his nipple before sliding down his body to take hold of his cock and balls as Patrick sucked him. We were using his entire body as Patrick rubbed his friend's legs and feet as he 69'd with him. I lifted Kurt's leg over mine to expose him even more.

"Patrick, rub my balls and put your finger in my ass. Kurt, do the same thing to Patrick. Just make sure you wet your finger first. You'll like how it feels inside there." I could partially see the expression on Kurt's face as I was right beside him watching him suck the tip of his friends cock. We really have to teach the boy to deep throat, otherwise what good is he. Patrick bent his knee to give his best friend access and I felt his hand cup my balls and begin to play with my ass. I was gonna cum so hard I might kill Kurt, but I know APR (Asshole Pulmonary Resuscitation). It's like CPR only way more fun. I smiled as I saw Kurt's hand move to play with Patrick's balls and I coaxed him to slip his finger inside his friend's hole. You can't really be good friends if you don't know everything about each other and nothing says familiarity like feeling around inside his ass.

Like any horny boy, he didn't last long as he cried out and blasted down Patrick's throat. Then, almost immediately, straight boy mode kicked in and he was in a hurry to separate from us. I pulled out slowly and he stopped blowing Patrick as he pushed his best friend off his drained cock. He wriggled out from between us and sat up on the side of the bed.

"Do you have that Tylenol handy?" he asked.

"In the bathroom cupboard," I told him and he quickly walked into the other room and pushed the door almost closed.

"That was pretty hot," Patrick smiled. "I'm not sure how he's gonna react later once he really sobers up, but that was great."

"I'm still hard, so turn over and I'll finish that fuck we started."

"Can we do it doggy style, so I can jerk off?"

"How about on your back so I can kiss you as you jerk off?" We agreed and I boned the hell out of him as we kissed and he fisted his morning wood. I'll bet if I were inside his head he was thinking of Kurt and not me. I heard the shower and no doubt Kurt would be in there a while so he wouldn't have to come out and face us having sex. Straight boys are a weird breed, once they cum, they go. Patrick shot his load and it was quite impressive as it hit him on the bottom of his jaw and flooded his chest and stomach. I put my finger in a bit of it and put it into his mouth. Then I rubbed the tip of his penis to get the last drops and he almost jumped off the bed.

"Sensitive much?" I laughed as I tasted his cum. He tried to keep going, but I guess he was too sensitive and asked me to pull out. I did and then just fisted my own cock until I shot all over him. I rubbed the combined cum puddles into his skin as it's supposed to be good for you. If this boy was bi sexual, then I'm a kangaroo. (I'm tying in some Australian terms here). He was straight up gay in my mind. I'd converted him successfully and would be getting my yearly bonus soon.

"You want to fuck me, or have you had enough?" I asked being the considerate one that everyone knows I am...

"Nah, I'm good for now," he said somewhat expectedly and leaned up to give me another kiss. He was getting way better at kissing and one day he'd be as good as me. We went to the bathroom where Kurt was just standing under the water with his eyes closed not moving. As he heard us, he came back to life. We went to join him, but he stepped out to make more space.

"Feel better?" I asked.

"Yeah the water definitely helped. Did you guys shave off my pubes last night," he asked as he grabbed a towel and dried off as Patrick and I stepped in to shower.

"Yeah, you had bugs in them and we thought maybe there could have been ticks or something so we trimmed them down and gave you a good shampooing. I wanted to shave you smooth, including your ass hair, but Patrick thought you'd be pissed."

"Yeah, I kinda like having pubes, although having them like this makes my junk look bigger. Do you have a spare toothbrush?"

"Should be some new ones under the sink in plastic drawers," I told him. "Grab Patrick one as well." We always keep a good supply of things like that in case we get visitors, which around here is almost hourly. He brushed his teeth as we finished up, and then while Patrick was doing his teeth, I ran back to my room to get the two of them some clean clothes.

Colin was already awake with the laptop on the bed. "So where did you end up last night?"

"Patrick brought Kurt over. He was a little too drunk to go home," I told him.

"Good decision, and of course you were the good host and slept with both of them to keep them company." He grinned.

"Of course. What type of host leaves his guests alone? We're not barbarians!"

"You fuck `em both or just the straight boy?"

"Rude! I wouldn't just fuck one. How inconsiderate would that be? You wanna come and help me dress them? Maybe you could slip that hot cock of yours inside one."

"I'm good. Tonight you feel like going out to dinner and a show, say around 7?"

"Sweet. Sure I'm up for that. We leaving Blake home alone?"

"Home alone with the others, and a Manny, you mean?" I smiled and gave him a kiss. I got so into the kiss that I started to bone up and he pushed me away saying to keep it for tonight. He really is a major cock tease. If he weren't married to such a great guy, I'd rape the hell out of him right now. I grabbed the clothes and headed quickly back to the bedroom where both boys were sitting on the edge of the bed. Grinning to myself, I pushed Kurt backward and lifted his legs onto my shoulders.

"Round two!" I grinned. He quickly removed his legs from me and sat back up. "Just kidding. I think that you just need to relax for a bit and get over the hangover." They got dressed and I told them there wasn't any rush to get the clothes back. I always found it hot when other guys wore my clothes, especially my underwear. As we grabbed some coffee and toast, I showed the guys the plans for the new underground garage, which perked Kurt up like nothing I've ever seen.

"It even has a pit for oil changes and getting under the car. That's fuckin' wicked. I'll be able to save you guys a ton of money by doing the oil changes for you. You should put a hoist in there too, so we can do things like change brakes and rotate tires, etc."

"It does have that," Colin said as he strolled into the kitchen dressed in just his lounge pants. God he looks so hot like that. "Right here." He pointed to the plans and we could see the swing arms of a hydraulic jack.

"Nice. I guess I should go take a better mechanics course than they offer at the high school. Assuming you'll let me keep working on the cars."

"Of course. You can't just keep washing them. If you want to do other things, then we're happy to let you. Once we get all that done, Colin is going to bring up the cars he has in California so we'll have quite the collection."

"What type of cars?" Kurt asked enthusiastically.

"I have a '67 Mustang in showroom condition. A Lotus, 1930 Model A convertible, 1940 Mercedes 540K, 1929 Dussenberg and my Dad just told me he'd bought me a BMW i8 and the new Aston Martin Vanquish Volante. Here's a pic of it." He pulled out his phone and showed Kurt the red Aston Martin and from the reaction of Kurt's face, I think he probably would have let Colin take him right there on the kitchen table for an hour with that car.

"Fuck I love that car. They're like $300,000 or something."

"Something like that," Colin agreed.

"Did he buy it for you for Christmas?"

"No, he just keeps his eyes open for cars I might like and scoops them up. We don't really do the traditional Christmas anymore where we buy things for each other. We agree that the best times are the ones where our family gets together. That's stuff money can't buy."

"Still, I'd love to show up at my family Christmas in a car like that. Fuck, you should lend it to me one day and I'll drive by my bitch ex-girlfriend and go `see what you're missing cunt!'"

"I'm not sure that works on girls," Colin smiled. "They're more into romance. It's works on guys though. Drive past your buddies and you could get them all out of their clothes, straight or not."

"Yeah! Drive past me and I'll blow you," Patrick said suddenly without thinking. Kurt laughed.

"Dude, you'd blow me if I was riding a pink tricycle and hadn't showered in a week."

"Shut up shithead," he said trying to be all straight boy tough again. Kinda hard to recover from a comment like that though. Once a cocksucker, always a cocksucker. Which reminds me, I'm still horny. I think straight boys give off extra pheromones just to mess with gay guys heads. I wanted to strip Kurt and have another go at him, and I'd love to do it on the kitchen island while everyone else watched. I had to hold my cock down so that it didn't burst out of my shorts. Colin was still showing Kurt cars and the two were really bonding over them. I heard them talking about a Ferrari 612 GTO, a Marussia B2, and a Citroen Taranis Concept car. Here's a concept...stop talking about cars and get back to me! What the fuck is a Citroen Taranis anyway? Sounds like an Orange Spider, or maybe a Lemon dinosaur that's uncomfortable to ride. Citrus Taranis-soreass. Colin said he had ordered a Lamborghini Sesto Elemento. That sounds like a magic car. Purchase one, and Sesto Elemento, your life savings disappear. Apparently they're 2.9 Million USD. Yipes. At the rate he buys cars, we would no sooner get the garage finished than we'd need a bigger one.

Blake bounced down the stairs and pulled up short when he saw Kurt in the kitchen. "Hey! Back from partying? Did you get any action?"

"A little," Kurt answered vaguely as he looked at us.

"You wanna drive me to school today? You can use my car and then pick me up afterwards and I can be your wingman again."

"It's okay with me if it's okay with your Dads," Kurt answered.

"It's okay with them. Saves them from having to drive me to school," he answered before we could say anything.

"You'll have to use a different car though," Colin replied. "Yours is only a two seater and Patrick is here as well."

Blake looked over at Patrick who smiled and waved. "Hey! We can still use my car. I`ll just sit on Patrick's lap until we get to school."

"Or how about I drive you to school and you be a gentleman and let the guys borrow your car anyway."

"Sure. I guess. But don't do anything to embarrass me at school like try to kiss me goodbye or anything. It'll ruin my new image."

"Blake 2.0?" Colin chuckled.

"Right. Today I have gym so I gotta wear cool underwear and socks and I think I gotta go figure out some clothes. Kurt, you wanna come and help me? We can go through Kyle and Troy's rooms to find the perfect stuff. I think they're both still sleeping so we can wake them up too."

Yeah that makes sense. Take the straight boy upstairs to decide cool clothes. That's like asking a homeless person to do interior decoration. Fortunately Kyle would set them straight. That doesn't sound right. Kyle would set them gay... the three guys headed upstairs with Blake talking nonstop about his new image, which to me was the same as the old image, just apparently with one new hair on his balls.

The twins were next on the scene in their underwear followed by James looking sharply dressed. Jason and Alex strolled down behind them looking exhausted.

"What happened to you two? Looks like you haven't been to bed yet." I asked.

"Long night. The boys had a nightmare and kept each other awake, so they ended up sleeping with us. You ever try to sleep with three active little dudes in your bed?" Jason asked as he looked at me. I looked at the ceiling and smiled as I pondered his question. "Never mind. Look who I'm talking to. Let me rephrase it. Have you ever tried to sleep with two three year olds and a seven year old who are more active when they're sleeping than when they're awake?"

"No, but I have slept with one 12 year old Blake. That pretty much equates to the same thing. I feel for you bro."

"Of all days to be kept awake," Alex complained. "I have a test today for the first part of my EMS license. If I do well, then it's off to the practicum side. I need to be awake for it."

"What time do you take it?" Colin asked.

"1pm."

"So hand the boys off to Malcolm and go back to bed. Isn't that what we have a manny for?"

"Good point. Would you mind Jay?"

"No, sounds like a solid plan. I'll come tuck you in."

"We will too Daddy," Trevor said excitedly as they struggled to get themselves some cereal at the island.

"Daddy needs some sleep boys. You just finish your breakfast," Jason told them. "Would you mind watching them for a few minutes?"

"No worries. We got it," I said. The two guys headed upstairs and I wondered how long it would take to tuck Alex in. If I remember correctly, it doesn't take long at all, especially in the morning...

"Unca Justin can we have waffles?" Travis asked. I looked at him almost surprised. He hadn't called me Dad this time. Maybe they're finally figuring it out.

"Sure, waffles seems like a good idea," I agreed and we set about making a whole pile of them for everyone. Thank god for toasters and pre-made waffles. If I had to cook them from scratch, everyone would die of starvation. Troy was the cook, not me. Oh God!... When he moves out who's going to feed us? It's settled he can't leave. It wasn't long before Blake and Kurt returned with Blake sporting a royal blue shirt that said `Oh yeah. I'm that good!' in a designer print across the side of the chest, and with his skinny jeans and belt, he was definitely rocking the look. He bounced over to us and proceeded to show me his underwear, which was Andrew Christian and obviously not his.

"Kyle's?" I asked with a grin as I recognized them. I turned him around and had a quick check to make sure they weren't assless. Fortunately they weren't.

"Yep. They said it'll make my package look bigger in my skinny jeans."

"'Cause that's what you need...your junk to look bigger," I said sarcastically.

"I know right. It worked because Patrick got so horny seeing me in them that he stayed upstairs to have sex with Kyle."

Sure, we'll let him believe that. Somehow Blake thinks the world revolves around him. He's gonna be so disappointed when he learns that it actually revolves around me, and he just gets sucked in due to proximity. It's a tough life lesson, but he'll get over it. It was time for all of us to finally head out to school. I went up to ask Patrick if he was heading out with Kurt. He mumbled `yes, in a minute' with a mouth full of cock. That's another life lesson mothers have wrong. If you don't learn to talk with your mouth full, how can you have a conversation during sex? First don't talk to strangers, then don't talk with your mouth full, what's next, not being able to talk if I have nothing nice to say. It would be a lot quieter around here, that's for sure.

Here's some we sayings we should adopt as our own. How do you know you don't like it if you haven't tasted it?' (Good advice for straight boys) This hurts me more than it hurts you.' You're going to put your eye out with that thing.' And my all time favorite...One swallow doesn't make a summer.'

I left the house and then quickly ran back in and headed upstairs to grab something I'd forgotten. I dropped Kurt at his car where he'd left it, he thanked me and said he'd be back tomorrow to work on the cars. He was really looking forward to completion of the underground garage and the arrival of the new cars. I headed for University and met everyone at our usual table. I smiled as I saw Dickson sitting by himself. "Hey Dickson," I said as I dropped my pack on the chair.

"Wanna come over after class? We can spend some time together. Hopefully you'll realize I'm not a bad guy to have as a friend."

"You're a friend," he replied almost bluntly and without enthusiasm.

"Just not one you'd like to have sex with though, right?"

"Just not my type. You're cute and all, but I prefer different guys." That wasn't a resounding response, although he did call me cute. But he was a newbie member and if he wanted to stay that way, I'd be able to use him a lot. "I'm kinda busy tonight anyway."

"Not according to your availability calendar, and if you check it, you'll see I have you booked for a couple hours. Hopefully I can change your mind eventually," I said with a grin.

"So I have to show up? What if I don't?"

"Then we remove the membership and the privileges that go with it. I still don't get it. What's wrong with me? Did I do something to upset you at some point?"

"No, not at all. I just have a type and you're not it. Plus you think that because you're one of the hottest guys at the school and mega rich that you could have anything, or anyone you want. Not the type of guy I like at all. I like guys who work for what they've got, who know the value of friendship and the value of a dollar. Just stupid I guess, but you throw away money like it doesn't mean anything and use people like your own amusement rides."

"But you like Kyle, and he lives with us and is pretty similar to me."

"No, Kyle is sweet, caring and has a big heart. I'm just not into group boyfriends and he is. Other than that he's an awesome guy."

No argument from me on that. Really, I use people like my own amusement rides? I had no idea. Plus what's wrong with that? You take a ride, if you like it and don't throw up on the ride, you go back again and again and again until they bring out a new ride that's better, bigger, faster and longer...especially longer and bigger. I just don't get how that's an insult. "Well I hope to change your mind about me one day. Maybe not as a boyfriend as I'm married anyway, but as a friend, and ideally a friend with benefits. From the day I saw you, I thought you were super hot and..."

"...wanted to get into my pants," he said as he finished my sentence. Ouch. They say truth hurts. They're not kidding.

"Just for the record, I've been in your pants and up your ass, and I still think you're cute. Tonight meet me at the parking lot after school," I said a little quieter as Linda and Rory approached us and sat down. The look I got from Dickson wasn't one that screamed joy and excitement. It was more like a `fuck, I guess I'll have to endure it' look. I slipped my hand down his back and shoved a finger into the top of his jeans and fingered the edge of his crack. He slapped it away and kicked me under the table. I gave him an evil smile. Maybe that wasn't my best move to win him over as a friend. I'll just throw him a hundred bucks. Ha! I'm just kidding. A new car should win him over though, despite his objection to rich kids. Tripp sat down with his coffee and said good morning. I smiled and told him to follow me for a minute. We headed to the old stairwell and went down a flight to the bottom. This was a stairwell famous for quick sex and you would often hear people going at it. Usually if someone was already there, you just turned around and went somewhere else, or waited until they were done, but occasionally a few couples would just be doing it at the same time. Straight or gay, it didn't matter.

"I'm inviting everyone over to the house tonight for a mini party. You in, newbie?" I asked, making sure he knew I wasn't really giving him a choice.

"Count on me!" he smiled. "Any time I can party, I'm there."

"So how would you like to be the centre of attention?"

"WHAT? You mean I'm not anyway?" He fake pouted.

"Probably, but I have an idea. Take your pants off." He didn't even ask why and quickly removed his pants and underwear and almost bent over to stick his ass out. This boy was the horniest bottom ever. I pulled out the item I'd had to run back in the house for.

"What's that?" He asked.

"It's a cock cage and butt plug," I grinned evilly. "Tonight, I'm going to have you strip in front of everyone and tell them that I've hidden the key somewhere in the house. First one to find it can unlock you and gets you for 24 hours to do what they want with you."

"Sounds hot. I'm in!" He said excitedly. "You gonna give me a quick morning fuck before you lock me up?"

"No. I'm gonna keep you fresh for the party. And just so you know I'm inviting the straight boys and the girls too."

"Well, I hope they don't win," he chuckled. After being caged up for a day, I'll be hornier than you and your brothers put together."

"Don't worry, I'm sure the girls will find a use for you. I'll give them the 10 inch strap-on, plus you have a nice dick. They'll probably want to ride it."

"God, me as a top, doing a chick." He shuddered and gave a little smile. "Best cure for an erection there is. You could whack it with a shovel 10 times and it wouldn't go down as fast as thinking about putting in a vagina."

"I hear you there buddy," I said as I slid the metal butt plug adapter over his cock and balls and inserted it into his ass before I added the rest of the steel cage and locked it up. "How's that feel?"

"Awesome. I may have to buy this from you. It feels heavy on my junk, but having the plug in my ass is gonna make me hard."

"I don't recommend it. An erection in a cock cage is painful. They're devices to train you to stay under control."

"What if I have to pee or take a dump?" He asked looking at his new fashion accessory.

"Peeing is not problem as it has a hole in the end for that. If you really need to take a dump, text me and I'll meet you in the bathroom to let you out of it for a few minutes."

"Cool. I should be good. I usually go each morning and then douche. After all, you never know who's gonna wanna fuck you during the day."

"I know that, sister. That's why all our bidets have the extra attachment. Don't leave home without a clean ass. That's what my mother always said. Actually it was underwear, I'm gay-afying it." He laughed and went to put his pants back on. "Give me your underwear."

He handed it over without question and pulled his pants on. He leaned in to kiss me and I was getting some serious tongue action when a straight couple came down the stairs.

"Oh shit, sorry," the guy said quickly as he stopped and looked like a deer in the headlights.

"No worries. We're not shy," I replied.

"Keep going," the girl said. "Gay guys are so hot. Makes me wet to see it. What about you babe?"

"Uh, not so much, but to each his own," he replied. I liked this girl. Confuse the hell out her boyfriend. "Come on, I know somewhere else we can go."

"Don't be silly. We can do it here. You guys don't mind do you?" She asked.

"No, not at all. Lots of room for everyone," Tripp replied eagerly. Almost as eagerly as me.

"Sweet." She pulled her boyfriend the rest of the way down the stairs and began to make out with him. She was obviously the guy in the relationship as she put her hand into his pants and began to unfasten them. Before long she had his cock out and doing her best to put on a show for us. Tripp and I tried to pretend we were also making out, but were really just watching the two of them instead. She dropped to her knees and yanked his pants and underwear to his ankles. I don't think he was quite expecting that as he looked over at us quickly. We averted our eyes as if we weren't interested, but we got caught.

"Check this out," she said as she backed up from her boyfriend a bit and turned him around. "Nice huh? You boys like?" He had a nice cock. About 6 inches long, perfectly straight with no veins and a good set of tight round balls. His pubes had been trimmed short into a `V' shape.

"Yeah, it's great. Looks like a penis only smaller," I replied.

"The straight boy looked down quickly and then shot me a look. "Fuck you."

I smiled. "Cool, thanks. You got lube?" He went bright red and his girlfriend laughed.

"That's what I'm talking about. Gay guys rock. A straight boy would take that as an insult and fight back. But I wasn't talking about his penis. I meant the trim. We match," she said as she hitched up her skirt to show us her identically shaped pubes. She wasn't wearing panties, which I'm sure made her much hotter to the straight boy. I know I like a boy who doesn't wear panties under his skirt. I thought of Zane back at the Academy.

"That's hot. His and hers pubes. If I had pubes, that's what I'd do," Tripp grinned. "Personally I like it smooth down there, but it looks good on you. I'll bet that's a real conversation starter at parties."

"See honey, I told you it was a good idea."

"Wasn't figuring you'd be showing everyone when I agreed to it though," he said sounding a little frustrated at having to share her with us.

"Relax sweetie. It's fun to show off." She leaned in to him and whispered. "Fuck me."

He didn't need to be told twice as he pushed up against her and went inside. No foreplay here. Just straight in. Maybe that's why they call it straight' in and not gaily forward'. We watched his cock going in and out of her for a couple of seconds and each time he tried to hide what they were doing from us, she made a move to make it even more obvious. She was totally turned on by having an audience. You have no idea how badly I wanted to go over and bury my face in his ass and play with his balls, before I would stand up and fuck him. I'm pretty sure I actually licked my lips. She smiled and reached around to run her finger down his ass crack. I think I was becoming wet myself.

"Dude, we gotta get out of here, or I'm gonna be in some serious pain," Tripp said quickly. "Either that or remove this thing and fuck the hell out of me."

"We gotta get going," I said smiling. "Unless you still want to fuck me, in which case I could wait for my turn." I told the straight boy.

"You want that babe? It would be so hot to see you fuck a dude. I'd let you have a gang bang with all my girlfriends if you did that," she teased.

"Shhhh, I'm losing my concentration," he said quickly.

"So, that's a no on the fuck then?" I grinned as we grabbed our stuff to head back upstairs. We waved good bye and said we'd be back tomorrow if he changed his mind.

"Think he'll change his mind?" Tripp asked as we got to the main level.

"I doubt it."

"Yeah, but we're going to go back tomorrow anyway, aren't we?"

"Fuck yeah. Worst that happens is that they don't show up and you just get fucked by me. Best that happens is we fight each other for who gets his dick." We sat back down with the gang who were talking about upcoming concerts and the best ones they ever been to. Kent, Robyn, Nate and Kyle had all arrived by this point.

"You guys are almost late," Kent said.

"Yeah, sorry traffic in the stairwell was a bitch," I retorted. "Oh, by the way, here's your underwear back Tripp," I said as I pulled it out of my back and waved them around in the air. Kyle and the girls laughed, but I don't think Dickson found that as funny. I tossed them over to him. He shot me a look to say he'd get even. I reached in my backpack and pulled out a small device and hit a button. Tripp almost shot out of his chair.

"You okay?" Nate asked.

"Yep. Just thought I felt something," he replied as he stared at me.

"Remotes. Best invention ever," I said as I hit it again. This time Tripp stayed still and I let it run longer. The vibration from the butt plug in his ass must be killing him. I wanted to turn it up to full speed, but there'd be time for that later. The advantage of having money, despite what Dickson thinks, is that you can buy fun toys, like Bluetooth butt plugs that have vibrations from nice to `holy shit'. As we left to head for class, Tripp came over to me.

"Asshole," he said punching me on the arm. "Warn a guy for Christ sake. I almost spilled my coffee."

I just grinned and leaned over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek before Nate and I headed to our psych class. I would be psyching Tripp out all day with my new toy. I was already plotting who else I could use it on. Nate and I were becoming really good friends and I had made a decision to try and respect the fact he was straight. Hanging out naked with him and giving him the odd blowjob when he was horny should be our limit for stuff like that. Everything else would be about him teaching me to be more straight. I could learn about sports, how to spit like a camel, fart like a trucker, and wear clothes that don't match and be okay with it. Right now I don't even like it when my socks don't match my shirt or shoes. But Nate doesn't even care if his socks don't match each other. I gotta try that one day, and not just on Halloween. I invited him over after class for my mini party.

"This a Justin sex party, or what?" He asked suspiciously.

"Nah. Just a hang out, have a few drinks, hit the hot tub, play some pool."

"I'm there."

At lunch time Trip was almost the first to arrive. He sat next to me and thumped me again. "Asshole!" You and that remote almost got me in a shitload of trouble. I jumped and squeaked when you turned it on high during one of my classes. Then it wouldn't stop vibrating and I had to leave class because the guy next to me could hear it. I told him my cell phone was acting up."

I laughed. "You loved every minute of it."

"Not really the point is it?" He conceded.

The others arrived and I invited them all over for the party. Dickson looked at me as if he were trying to figure out what I was up to considering he had no choice but to attend. I handed the butt plug remote to Kyle and asked him if he could check it as it didn't seem to be working. He pushed a few buttons and Tripp jumped and squirmed as the vibrations went up and down as Kyle tried the remote.

"What's it for?" Kyle asked as he kept pushing the buttons with nothing apparently happening. "Did you check the batteries?"

"Yeah, new this morning," I grinned.

"Well unless I see what it goes to, I don't know if it's working or not," he said going to hand it back to me.

"Try the top button again," I suggested. He pushed it and Tripp grabbed my leg and dug his fingers into my flesh trying hard not to squirm or squeak. Kyle noticed the change in his ex and looked at him and me carefully. Then he stared at the remote and back at us. Tripp was oblivious that Kyle was catching on.

Kyle pressed the off button and watched as Tripp relaxed. He smiled and pressed the high button again and Tripp tensed up again. "Yeah, I think I found the problem," Kyle remarked. "It probably just needs more power. Probably you used old batteries. I could take this with me and get some new ones on the way home. I'll just leave it on and drain these batteries in case they have that memory loss build-up thing happening."

Trip reached over and grabbed the remote away from Kyle. "There's nothing wrong with the fucking remote," he said turning it off and sitting back to relax. I could hear the vibration coming from him each time it started up, but fortunately for Tripp the food fair was a noisy place. I took the remote from Tripp before he could hide it and pressed a few buttons.

"Yeah, but nothing happens," I said pushing the multiple speeds. "Probably some cheap piece of junk from China."

"It's fine. Trust me," Tripp said grabbing it back and turning it off. The rest of the group was now watching us with confused curiosity. Kyle grabbed the remote back out of Tripp's hand and slammed it up to high.

"For god's sake will the two of you stop playing with that fucking remote and let's have lunch," Tripp cried out almost a little too loud.

"Who cares? It's just a remote that obviously isn't attached to anything. Seems like there's a lot of concern over it. Are we actually talking about the remote?" Nate asked wisely.

"Yes!" Kyle and Tripp said simultaneously.

"Does this have something to do with you two breaking up?" Linda asked as they watched with fascination as Tripp once again tried to get the remote.

"No. He just shouldn't be playing with something he knows nothing about."

"Now I'm sure it's not about the remote. Did something happen between you two?"

"No, we're good and we'd be even better if he'd just turn it off and give it to me to look after," Tripp said trying to be calm with the device still on high.

"Maybe I could give it you, if I can give it to you later," Kyle grinned at his own innuendo.

"Deal. Let's just stop it and get on with our lunch before I go crazy over here. Uhhh, crazy from hunger," he added. Kyle turned it off and put it in his pocket.

"Can I have the remote?" Tripp asked almost sighing in relief.

"Sure, after lunch I'll give it to you."

"And he'll let you have the remote back too," I added with a chuckle. Everyone caught the meaning of that. Even a blind man could have caught that.

We met in the parking lot after we were all done for the day and arranged rides. Tripp looked exhausted. "You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah. Kyle was busy all afternoon with the remote," he said lovingly glaring at his ex.

"Well, you know I don't like it when I can't figure out what's wrong with something. But I definitely think it's broken." He handed it back to me and I made sure it was off before putting it back in my pack. We all headed for the house and set about grabbing a few drinks and snacks. I'd texted Malcolm to tell him we were all coming over so he'd taken the boys out for a while after he went to pick James up from school. Blake was hanging out with Cory and a new friend they'd apparently made so we had the house to ourselves for a while. I wasn't going to dinner with Colin until 7, so lots of time to kill.

"Before any of us get drunk or anything, I have a game," I announced. "Tripp, strip!" He looked at me and then at everyone else. "Oh, puhleez! We've all seen each other naked before. This is a game you should enjoy."

"So it is a sex party!" Nate laughed. "You're all going to fuck Tripp."

"No," I laughed. "But he probably would like that. He's definitely the house slut."

"Standing RIGHT here," he said trying to sound indignant, but we all knew he liked being the bottom of everything...and for everyone.

"So strip," I repeated. "Or would you like us to cut your clothes off and send you home naked?"

He unbuttoned his shirt and dropped it on the floor, exposing his great chest and abs. Then he looked at me and stuck his tongue out as he removed his shoes and socks and unbuttoned his pants. He slowly lowered them, showing everyone what he was wearing as a fashion accessory.

"What the hell is that?" Nate asked.

"Chastity device," Kyle answered quickly. "Stops a guy from jerking off and being fucked." He went over to turn Tripp around to show the plug going from his ass to under his balls.

"Brutal. You musta pissed someone off," Nate said shaking his head with a smile. "Hope I never get anyone that upset at me."

"So I've hidden the key to the lock somewhere in the house. It looks like this," I said holding up the duplicate. "Just so it doesn't take three days to find, the key is on this level. First one to find it and unlock Tripp gets to use him as your own personal slave for 24 hours. You can use him for whatever you want. Chores, homework, personal coffee table..."

"Sex," Kyle chimed in.

"Can we play too?" Kurt said as he and Patrick strolled in with a new guy we'd never seen before. "I could use someone to clean my room."

"He said 24 hours, not 24 days," Patrick joked.

"Sure, the more the merrier," I added. "As an added bonus, because Dickson is Tripp's boyfriend, the person who finds the key can strip Dickson and give him to someone in the room for the next hour to use anyway they want. Dickson shot me a look that I ignored. Hopefully they'd give him to me to use.

"This is Lonny, and before you ask, he's straight and loves cars. This is Justin and Kyle's house, and before YOU ask, they're gay and love sex," Kurt said in the way of introductions. Seemed simple enough. The crowd dispersed to look for the key. Kurt and Lonny grabbed a drink first before heading off. The stand out feature of Lonny was his full pouty lips. I wanted to suck his face off they looked so hot. I could only imagine what they would feel like to kiss. They were definitely going to be his trademark feature.

"Nice game," Kyle said as he came up to me. "How'd you think of it?"

"Little thing we like to call the internet. Plus with Tripp and Dickson being newbies at our mercy, this just seemed like fun."

"You want to tell me where the key is?" Kyle asked. I patted him on the back and refused. "Can't blame a guy for trying. Plus I could just book them whenever I wanted them." It didn't stop him from looking for the key though. It was about 15 minutes of active searching before Linda announced she'd found it. We all gathered back in the great room to watch as she free Tripp from his confines. He almost breathed a sigh of relief as the plug was pulled from his ass and wrapped in a towel that we had handy.

"Looks like you have a slave for 24 hours," I smiled. "Now time to strip Dickson and hand him to someone for an hour. Who will be the lucky recipient?"

"Gotta be my girl Robyn. He's all yours. Wanna help me unwrap him?" She said slightly seductively. "What are we going to do with two gay boys?"

"Have them wash your car?" Kent suggested with a laugh. "Make you a `fabulous' dinner. Give you fashion tips?" It almost sounded like he was insulting gay guys, but we knew he wasn't like that. From anyone else, we might have started to take offense.

Robyn and Linda stripped Dickson naked and ran their hands all over his body including his cock and balls.

"Christ, I'm glad that's not me," Lonny said to Kurt. "I've got a bone just thinking about being with two chicks and that guy isn't even reacting."

"Well keep it in your pants. Room full of gay guys would be on that thing before you got your zipper down."

"And that's a bad thing, how?" Kyle asked looking at Kurt. "You show me one guy who doesn't like a blowjob and I'll show you a liar. Am I right Lonny?"

"Definitely, although I'd rather have a bj from a girl than a guy. No offense."

"None taken, and how do you know. Ever had a bj from a guy?"

"Not really. Just kid stuff when I was little. You know two curious boys," he admitted surprisingly.

"What about you Kurt? Even had a BJ from a guy," Kyle asked knowingly. Patrick was trying hard not to laugh as he took a sip of his drink.

"Same," he lied and went to walk over to the kitchen supposedly for a snack. Chicken shit.

"So Lonny, if you do need that erection taken care of, let me know. I can promise you, that once you've had head from a gay guy, you'll never go back to chicks for it again."

"I doubt that, but I have heard that guys do it better."

"Because we know how dicks work. Pretty simple biology." He didn't push him any further and changed the subject to cars. "Has Kurt shown you the garage yet?"

"No, but he said you had some sic cars."

"Yep, we do and from what I hear, more are on the way once the new house and garage are done."

"You guys are moving?" He asked looking around. "Why? This place looks wicked sic."

"No, we're just building a house next door that'll attach to this one. It's for Justin's brother and his family. Plus we're putting in an underground garage beneath this house. Should be sweet when it's done."

"Christ, how much money DO you guys have?"

"Personally not much, but Colin and Justin are pretty well off," Kyle said with a smile. I don't know his definition of not much, but he wasn't exactly poor considering he was still a teenager.

The front door went and ADAM announced it was Chance. Kyle ran off to meet his boyfriend and introduce him around. Troy arrived next and joined us. It was a full on party that so far only had two people without clothes. Only in our house could two dudes be naked and no one seem to even notice, especially the nude guys. Robyn had been using Dickson to run all sort of errands and despite her touching him a lot, he wasn't getting an erection at all. She whispered in his ear and he just shrugged, as she smiled.

"Where are your sex toys, Justin?" She asked as she came up to me.

"In the playroom downstairs. Anything specific you need?"

"Strap on dildo?"

"Sure, in the second drawer down against the left wall. You should find a few. Some are for guys that are hollow, but I think there's one or two down there for girls that you'd like." We have toys for every occasion. The ones for chicks have something they can put in their pussies so they feel something when fucking a guy. I tried one on backwards on myself once, but it didn't do much for me. Hopefully she'll find it more interesting. Looks like Dickson was going to have some kinky straight sex tonight. She took him quietly out of the room and I really wanted to watch. Then I snapped my fingers and went to a wall panel. "ADAM, unlock the adult playroom and record room for 80 minutes."

The confirming ding indicated that he had done it and I would now be able to watch later. Fuck that would be hot. Kurt, Kyle, Patrick and Lonny headed out to the garage and I thought about running after them, but didn't want to look like I was stalking the new guy. Kyle seemed to be all over that, so I'd see how he did first.

"Hey bro! What's the party for?" Troy asked as he came and put his arm around my shoulder.

"Nothing special, just an impromptu get together. Thought it would be fun."

"Gotta hand it to you. You're mellowing out. This has to be the first time you've had a party when no one is having sex. Not even a hint of it, even with two naked guys. I figured you'd be balls deep in Tripp in front of all of us."

"Nope, not tonight. He belongs to Linda for the next 24 hours and I have a date with my husband tonight. Going to dinner and a show."

"Ahh, and you don't want to smell like sex before you go. Got it. Glad to see you're not losing your touch. That's what we all like about you. Think Kyle is gonna get into the new guys pants?"

"Probably not, but around here, you never know. It wouldn't even shock me if we went in there and found the two straight boys 69ing while the gay guys filmed it."

We both spun our heads towards the garage and almost ran to the door. All we found were fully clothed guys drooling over sports cars, and over-using words like sic', epic', sweet', and several cools'. I think he liked the cars.

"You have a driver's license?" I asked as I walked in the room.

"Sure."

"Well maybe you can convince Kurt to let you drive some of them."

"Seriously? God, I'd kill to be able to drive some of these."

"No need to kill anyone. I'm sure there are less severe ways to get behind the wheel," I laughed.

"You mean like give you head or something?" He said out of the blue. I looked over at Kurt who just shrugged and shook his head indicating he hadn't said anything. I laughed as I tried to tell my dick to behave as the guy was just kidding.

"I was thinking more along the lines of just asking for the keys, but if you prefer to blow one of us, who are we to refuse?" I grinned as I rubbed my crotch. Lonny went as red as the Ferrari.

"Sorry. I just assumed. My bad."

"Don't apologize for that. Around here it's a pretty normal assumption. If you can't get laid in this house, you're just not trying. Even straight boys need blowjobs. I think it's in the constitution of rights and freedoms. Hell, strip right now and take one for the team, and I'm sure you could use the car for a week."

I think I heard Kurt groan slightly. After all, that's how he got the car, so he knew I wasn't kidding. Lonny had no such idea. He laughed nervously. "Point taken. Sorry. I've just never met gay guys before and with stereotypes, I just assumed you all wanted to have sex with straight boys all the time."

"Much better to have sex with gay guys all the time," Kyle replied. "More fun if both parties are into it. Not to say we'd turn you down if you offered. Never met a gay guy yet that wouldn't help out a straight boy. Probably how the stereotype got started."

"You realize that if I had a car like this, I could get laid all the time. Chicks would wet themselves," Lonny said as he almost drooled on the Lamborghinis.

"You'd think so," Kurt said "But they're not as interested in the cars as the guys are. I think chicks see the car, figure you have money and that's what gets them wet. They figure you'll take them shopping and buy them shoes and purses and other shit. Sucks if you have the car and are broke. You might as well just be gay and use the car to pick up guys. No offense to anyone here."

"None taken," Troy smiled. Want to go out in the car? Just take off your clothes and let's go." He laughed as he went and put his arms around Kurt. "You first?"

"Funny. I already get to use the cars. Plus, this body isn't cheap. You want to goods, cough up the cash."

"50 bucks," I yelled.

"100" Kyle countered.

"200", Troy offered

"250" Patrick said.

"Dude, why are you bidding?" Lonny asked looking at him.

He blushed, realizing what he had done and stammered, "What? I thought we were bidding on using the car for a week."

Lonny laughed. "Why would they be bidding on the car? They own it. You're such a dumbass sometimes and I've only known you a week. I think if we were bidding on using the car, it would have to be something like offering a body part. Like you can see my hard cock if I can use the car for a week. Then you offer to let someone blow you, and I raise the offer to do a circle jerk, or jerk someone off. Shit like that. The best offer wins the car for the week."

"Shit don't stop now!" Troy almost screamed. "I'm still waiting for the best offer."

Kyle leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Fuck! SOLD. Sorry straight boys, you're out! Kyle gets the car for a month. See ya." He took Kyle by the hand and they pretended they were running off.

"What did he offer?" Patrick asked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Troy grinned. "Use your wildest imagination and then double it. If you can top that, you can have the car for the month instead."

"Are we being serious right now, because if I could have the car for a month, I'd strip naked, lie on a car and let every gay guy in this house fuck me from both ends for the next three hours, until I couldn't walk any more," Kurt said suddenly, causing everyone in the room to stare at him almost with open mouths.

"What? He said with a grin. You said `use your wildest imagination and then double it.' How'd I do?"

"I'll get the insurance slip and keys and sign the fucking car over to you," Kyle said as he rubbed his crotch laughing. "But you'd have to spend the entire night."

"I think we got off topic," Lonny said sounding a little uncomfortable as I'm sure he had no idea whether we were kidding or not at this point. Hell...I didn't know if we were kidding at this point or not. I am pretty sure Kurt would do exactly that for a month with the car, and I'd remember to talk to him about it later. "All I'd like to do is go for a ride in the car. Is that a possibility?"

Kurt laughed. "Sure. I'll go get the keys." Lonny looked at us as if to question that.

"Kurt cleans and maintains the cars and garage. He's welcome to take the cars out anytime he wants," I clarified. "That's what I meant about only having to ask. But if any of those offers are still on the table, I'm listening. Kurt?" He just turned and raised his eyebrows a couple times as he took off to get keys. I think I'm getting me some straight boy later.

Kurt returned and they picked the Ankonian to take out for a ride. Kurt drove to begin and when they returned 30 minutes later Lonny was driving, and still fully clothed. That's what happens when two straight boys go out. No one gets laid. Back in the house a few of our group had gone swimming or hit the hot tub, so at least we were getting to see some skin today. Dickson returned back upstairs with Robyn and hit the hot tub. I didn't ask him anything. Linda was having Tripp give her shoulders a massage as he sat on the deck of the hot tub behind her. Every now and then she'd pull his hands down over her boobs, just to tease him, or maybe terrorize him. Not sure on that.

Lonny, Patrick and Kurt headed downstairs and Patrick began to strip to get in the hot tub. Lonny looked around at everyone. "I didn't bring a bathing suit. Would it be alright if I just went in in my underwear? I'm not really one for getting naked in public."

"Sure, but I can give you a swim suit. We have lots of them upstairs. Follow me," I said taking a look at his crotch. I wondered if maybe he just didn't want to go naked for fear of springing a boner. After all, there were two naked girls in front of him. Most straight boys would be boned up by now, especially watching Tripp fondle a pair of boobs. Lonny followed me upstairs and I fished out a pair of shorts for him.

"Don't worry, after about 10 minutes in the water, you'll want to skinny dip like everyone else. Just a hint for when you're in the hot tub. If you pop a woody, go jump in the cold water and it'll go away pretty fast. And don't worry about all the things we talked about outside. We were just kidding. No one would actually do anything to you unless you asked them to. We get enough sex with having to force people to do it, or having to bribe them."

"I know. Kurt said you guys were all cool. I'm not worried about that at all. I'm just not used to being around naked people; except for a few seconds in a change room or something. It'll take some getting used to. Also Kurt warned me how you talk about sex and stuff. I think that's pretty cool that you talk so openly. Most of my old friends were pretty uptight about things like this. Probably because they'd never even seen a girl naked, never mind had sex with one. Can I tell you something, just between you and me?"

"Let me guess. You're secretly gay and you really want me to give you a blowjob," I grinned.

"No," he laughed. "But nice try."

"You're actually a chick?"

"No. I have this weird fantasy about what I want my first time to be like and it kinda freaks me out, `cause I know it's fucked up."

"Your first time. So you're a virgin?" I smiled feeling my cock getting ready to stand up and pay attention. I quickly looked around for my carving tool and the straight boy belt to notch.

"Yeah. I've had lots of opportunity, but I want my first time to be something I'll remember and I keep having these fucked up dreams about what that will look like. Half the time it wakes me up and I can't get back to sleep because of it."

"Some scary shit or something?"

"I dunno. I just end up with an erection. Sometimes I don't wake up fast enough and end up making a mess in the bed."

"Sounds like the kind of dreams we should all have," I said giving him a giant smile. Damn I should make an appointment to go and sleep over. In the name of therapy of course. A good therapist would offer his services like that, so I might as well practice. "Let me guess you're making out with a naked supermodel on a beach and the waves crash over you just as you're trying to get inside her, and you think you'll drown before you actually get to get laid."

"No, my dream is kinda dark and shit. Promise not say anything? I've never told this to anyone before, but it's driving me crazy and I think I might be possessed or something."

"I doubt that. My guess is that the first time you have sex with something other than your hand, no one will be able to keep your pecker in your pants."

"Probably true, but I kinda want my first time to be forced sex. Kinky wild shit, you know. Stuff you'll remember for the rest of your life."

"Really? Most straight guys want their first time to be with the head cheerleader and then be able to brag about it to everyone. Now I'm intrigued. What kind of dreams do you have?"

"A few different ones, but they're basically all the same. I get forced to have sex. Like last night I dreamt that I was in my room and someone broke in, tied me down, ripped off my clothes, grabbed my hair and throat and fucked me hard from both ends, then left me to get free. Another was where I was on my way to school and a van pulls up and yanks me off my bike and pulls me inside. It speeds off and they duct tape me and then take me to an old abandoned warehouse with a chair in the middle of the room and a bright light. They tie me up, threaten me and then begin to cut off my clothes and then force me to have sex with everyone for days. Weird huh?"

"A little advanced for your first time. That sound more like a second date to me," I chuckled. "So are the people attacking you guys or girls?"

"It varies. Sometimes it's all guys raping me, like the football team or a gang or something. Other times it's girls exploring my body making fun of me, riding my cock, making me eat pussy, etc., Other times it's both guys and girls. Sometimes they're my age, other times they're way older."

"Wow. That's actually pretty hot for fantasy roleplaying type sex, but are you sure that's what you want for your first time? What if it went wrong? You might never want sex again. I think you might want to stop watching porn and cop shows at the same time before going to bed," I laughed.

"I know it's messed up, but I want that so bad that the thought of having some romantic evening, then kissing, undressing and having awkward first time sex is so boring that I probably wouldn't even get hard. I just want to be forced to try everything possible all at once and then I'd be experienced. Until that happens, I'm probably going to be a virgin."

"Dude. Why not just let some chick tie you up, blindfold you and suck you off and then ride you. Same kind of difference without the danger."

"Cause it wouldn't be like the fantasy. I want it to be so real that I'm scared shitless the entire time. Kidnapped, raped, maybe even a little torture. I think I'm going to join the military when I'm older, so this would be good practice if I get captured."

"Really? You think they strip, rape and torture prisoners all the time? If that's the case I'm joining that branch of the military tomorrow. I love being stripped so sex can be forced on me."

"So I'm not weird?"

"Oh, you're weird. But not sick deranged weird, and certainly no weirder than the rest of us. Just mixing up a lot of TV and porn all together in your head. I'm thinking that you're probably just so nervous about asking a girl out and screwing it up, that this is your mind's way of dealing with it. Make someone else the aggressor and you get laid."

"So why guys and not all girls?"

"Probably because guys are more forceful and your mind is using that reality for your dream and getting the two scenarios all mixed up. Personally I think the fantasy is hot. Tell you what. Send me an email or text letting me know that that's what you really want and I'll see if I can't help. But you'd have to clearly state that you want this kind of roleplay to happen. The last thing anyone would want is to kidnap and rape you, only to find out you were kidding and they spend the rest of their lives in jail."

"I can do that," he said smiling nervously. "So would you really be able set it up? Would it be you guys that would kidnap and rape me if you set something up?"

"Hardly. I thought you wanted it to be real? I'm not even sure we could arrange something like that," I lied. "But sometimes just telling someone about these things gets them off your chest and maybe your next dreams will be completely different. Hell, I could take you downstairs right now, tie you up and fuck you. Just hearing your dreams is making me horny."

He laughed. "Sorry about that. But please don't tell anyone. I wouldn't want that to get around the whole school."

"No worries in this house. Everyone here probably has a secret or two of their own," I assured him, immediately thinking about the tattoo on my foot, Patrick being bisexual and Kurt having been fucked on more than one occasion. Yep, lots of secrets. "Whatever happens in this house, stays in this house. The same goes for you too though. If you see something here, you keep it to yourself. For all we know we could go downstairs right now and see Kurt with his dick up Kyle's ass."

"Really? Have you had sex with Kurt before?" He asked looking surprised.

"We don't answer those questions buddy. Discretion and all that. I was just kidding about Kurt. He's straight, but he might be getting busy with one of the girls and you're missing out. That would be something new to dream about tonight if you saw it. Maybe you could join in and have a three-way. That's pretty advanced for first time and would be something you'd remember."

"True. Only seen porn. Never live sex."

"Well if you take those clothes off and show me your dick, I can take care of that right now. I'd love to see you naked. I'm sure you're pretty hot."

"Thanks, but like I said, I want my first time to be memorable," he said declining. So rude. I'm memorable. My blowjobs are world famous.

"Ouch! You don't think my 8½ inches up your ass would be memorable?"

"Now who has the fantasies?" He replied. I wasn't sure if he meant my dick up his ass, or the fact I had 8½ inches because one of those was already true and the other would be soon enough. Fantasy? Ha! He's hardly a fantasy. A current mild interest maybe, but hardly a fantasy. Kurt, Lonny and celebrity Ross Lynch together in a straight boy porn. That would be a fantasy.

"Go change and let's go downstairs. We've been gone so long that with my reputation, they'll think we're having sex."

He ran and changed as I adjusted my package that was uncomfortably hard in my own pants. I was already working out the plans to give Lonny his first time fantasy, and maybe thought it would just be easier to club him as he walked down the stairs, but for now I'd be happy just to see him naked, and maybe to find out how those full pouty lips would feel wrapped around my cock. Let's be honest, if I was going to be really happy, I'd have him on his back with my cock buried inside him, while I tested those lips with mine. Baby steps...baby steps. He returned in the swim shorts and I gave him my number and email address. I kicked myself for not giving him tiny speedos instead of the board shorts. He asked if he should just leave his pants on the bed or take them down with him. I suggested he take them so he could change afterward. Once we arrived, he quickly stripped his shirt off and joined the others in the hot tub. He wasn't as toned as some guys, and if he wasn't careful he could easily getting fat as he got older. A little exercise should help that and nothing works the core like a good hour of fucking. I hit the pool with Patrick and Chance who looked like they were playing an underwater game of grab the tiny willy, but it was only noticeable if you were in the pool with them. One would swim underwater, and either grab the guys balls, or suck his dick as he went between his legs. I was still holding hope for a full blown orgy to break out with the straight boys as the main attractions. So far it was just a tame bunch of naked people and one semi naked nervous straight boy, with a killer wild fantasy secret. The more I thought about it, the hornier I was getting. I could make it so real for him that he'd be traumatized for life, or I could make it mildly real so he enjoyed the sex, or I could just do what I thought he really needed and get him laid normally. That goes back to him on my bed with his legs over my shoulders and my tongue down his throat. Like I said...normal. Those lips were almost too good to ignore and I wanted them so bad.

Patrick noticed me looking over at Lonny. "You plotting ways to get him out of those shorts?" He said as he swam up and rubbed my ass.

"No, just thinking of something he told me and wondering if he were serious or not."

"Sounds interesting. Spill."

"No, it's a private thing, but if I find out he was serious I might get you to help. Do you like kinky roleplaying sex?"

"Sure, I'll try anything once," he grinned and then looked at Lonny. "Is that what he's into?"

"Not sure. And I'm not sure he knows either. Just something he said in passing. You ever see him naked?"

"No, he's pretty modest. Of course we've never had the opportunity to see him until now. He and Kurt have gym together, so ask him, but I doubt he'd have seen much more than we are seeing now. Plus Kurt doesn't care about stuff like that."

"Discussing the new boy?" Chance said as he finished a lap and came up beside us. "Wouldn't mind those pouty lips around my cock."

"I know right. That boy was made for sucking cock," I agreed.

"Do you like kinky roleplaying?" Patrick asked bluntly.

"Random question, but sure. Why you got something in mind that you want to do? Want me to pull you out of the pool by your hair and make you suck me off as your friends watch."

"Hot, but no. Justin is planning something."

"Count me in!" Chance said eagerly. "What's the plan?"

"Nothing yet, but you be a good lead character for it. You could do all the talking in our game."

"I'm intrigued. Go on."

"I have to wait for confirmation that he was serious and then I'll let you in on my idea. Should be epic. Might even add a few more people to it and go balls out."

"Love the shit you come up with. You should be a writer for a porn series," Chance laughed. "Kyle tells me all sorts of things that he's done with you and some of the parties you've thrown. He keeps a journal of it all."

"He's shown you?" I asked feeling a little jealous. When I have to see KyleUnfiltered, I have to sneak in and read it. But here he is now just showing random people like his boyfriend. I haven't snooped through his logs in a while. I should make a spy day out of it again soon. "Well as a newbie to our...ummm family, I'm sure you'll get lots of invites to things now," I smirked as I looked at him and reached for his cock. It was a decent size and he had nice smooth balls. If Kyle could keep this one, I think they'd be quite happy together. Plus it would give me someone else to play with around here, and for the next year at least, he had to do anything I wanted as a new member of our `Q' family. I went underwater and pulled his ass cheeks apart and buried my face in there. I gave him a good rimming for as long as I could before resurfacing for air and going back again. In my mind I always think that when you pull someone's ass cheeks open under water that they'll fill up and sink like a rock. Of course that doesn't happen, but it's funny to think about. When I came back up, Lonny and Kyle were in the pool heading towards us.

"And what were you doing down there," Kyle said with a smile trying to accuse me of something.

"Rimming his ass so I can fuck him. One more time and he'll be ready to go."

"Uhhh, you're gonna fuck? Isn't he your boyfriend?" Lonny asked looking at Kyle.

"Yeah...YEAH, he's my boyfriend. You're such an asshole sometimes, Justin. If you're gonna fuck him, you should make sure I have the camera to record it ahead of time," He criticized.

"Sooo...rrrr...eee! I'll give you a kiss to make it up to you."

"After your tongue's been in his ass?" He said and paused, then looked at Lonny and grinned. "Hell YEAH!" He grabbed my head and we played tonsil hockey for a few seconds. Lonny had no idea where to look. Patrick was trying hard not to watch so he could keep up his straight boy persona for Lonny, but I felt over and he was sporting major wood. He pulled back slowly to avoid being noticed. I smiled as I kissed Kyle.

"That's got me good and hard. You straight boys wanna try a dick up the ass or just watch how real guys fuck, or will this be too weird for you?"

"Uhhh, I should go keep Kurt company," Lonny said nervously. I looked over at the pool and Kurt seemed fine In the hot tubs between the two girls, but who was I to say anything. I wasn't really planning on fucking Chance anyway. I just wanted a reaction out of the straight boy. He took off quickly and I laughed.

"He might be scarred for life," Patrick said. "He was nervous as hell about coming over here as he figured everyone would try to make out with him, but Kurt and I assured him he'd be fine and that nothing would happen."

"So I'm guessing you left out the part where you've both had sex with us?" I teased.

"Ya think? So you gonna fuck or what?"

"Nah, I was just busting his balls. Fucking underwater is a lot more difficult than it sounds. I'll wait until Chance stays over and I'll sneak in and fuck him while Kyle sleeps."

"While I know you're kidding, I somehow wouldn't put it past you," Kyle grinned. "Not saying it wouldn't be hot to wake up to see the two of you going at it. Fuck you should sleep over tonight, Chance. Wink wink, Justin."

"Colin and I are going out tonight. Not sure what the plans are so yet, so I might not be available. It's date night."

We changed the conversation and swam around for a bit. I hit the hot tub and noticed that Kurt was getting a slow handjob under the water from Robyn. Lonny seemed a bit uncomfortable as he kept squirming on the other side of the hot tub. I slid in beside him and he almost jumped a mile. "Dude, relax," I whispered. "No one can see your erection through the shorts." He immediately looked into the water and put his hands over his crotch. I smiled and leaned in and even quieter said "Chill. I was just kidding, but you are watching two girls give your friend a handjob. I'm gay and it'll give me a boner. You're straight, so only logical you'll have one. Take the shorts off and I can help you with it."

He looked at me to see if I were kidding or not, then subtly moved a half inch away from me. I guess I had my answer. "So don't forget to email or text me when you get home. We can plan when you want to take a car out again, or some other fantasy you might have." He shot me a warning look and I smiled. "First time I ever took the car to school, I was able to give hand and blow jobs to half the school so they could ride in it, or drive it. Even got to fuck a few jocks, they were that horny for the car. Never had one girl open her legs for it though. Sorry, it must suck to be straight and have so much trouble getting laid. Too bad you're not gay. You'd have more attention than a craigslist ad asking if there are any old guys wanting to fuck a teenage twink at an orgy."

"Would you really let me take a car out at some point?" He asked seemingly ignoring all the other information I just gave him.

"It's possible. You just have to have enough balls to be able to handle a car like that. If you take the shorts off, I'll tell you if your balls are big enough," I said trying to tease him again.

"Are these big enough?" Kurt said as he stood up to show off his full erection and nice tight balls. He cupped the whole package and waved it at me.

"I dunno, is that all of it, or did you leave some in the girls hands? Looks like a penis only smaller," I laughed.

"You think so huh?" He stepped off the seat and waded over to me and then stood up the seat to straddle me. He moved his cock right up to my face. "Still think it's small?" He asked as he waved it back and forth.

He was 6½ uncut so he wasn't small, but he was hardly large enough to be bragging about it. I just moved my head back as it was out of focus. "Dude, you have three seconds to get that out of my face, or I'm going to grab your ass and slam your entire cock down my throat and clamp onto it."

"What's the matter? Never seen straight boy dick before? Intimidated?" He said trying to provoke me in front of his friend. The only difference was that we both knew I'd suck his cock in the next three seconds.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," I grinned and in one swift move grabbed his ass, opened my mouth and swallowed him all the way down to his root and held on. He put his hand on my head and tried to pull away, but I was holding his ass firmly so he couldn't move.

"Okay okay. Uncle! Shit, get off my cock! I give." He said trying to sound annoyed. I released him and he pulled it out and jumped back in the water.

"Never threaten a fag with a hard cock. That might work with straight boys, but it never works with fags," I said licking my lips. "Come back and I'll finish you off."

"You wish," He said as playfully wiggled his ass at me as he turned and sat back between the two girls. "Shit, I can't believe you did that." Of course he believed it. It's not like I haven't been down on him many times before. He was just saving face in front of Lonny.

"Really? Wiggling your ass at me? You do know that in the gay world that mean you want me to fuck you. I'll grab the lube and be right over. Spin around and kneel against the deck."

"Insults don't really work on gay guys do they?" Kurt smiled. "If I call you a cock sucker or fag or fudge packer, it's not so much an insult as a statement of fact. What could I call you as an insult?"

"Pussy licker, cunt, breeder. That's a few good ones. "Or insult penis size if you think you have the equipment to back up your insult." He looked at the girls and grinned as he stroked his cock a little. We both knew he'd never insult my cock up against his. The girls decided to give us a show of their own and moved in against Kurt and licked his nipples as their hands disappeared under the water. He put his tongue out like a rocker and nodded his head as if he were the big jock in the room getting laid. They pulled his ass up and both went down to the penis that was now like a periscope rising out of the water. Lonny had stopped both breathing and blinking. He only blinked when Kurt shot his load like an erupting volcano. Then he not only blinked, he jumped and I saw his hands push hard against his crotch as he twitched and shook slightly. He looked panicked as noticed me staring at him. He shot out of the hot tub and raced across the deck, grabbed a towel and disappeared into the bathroom.

"I think he liked the show," I told them as I waded over and lifted Kurt up onto the deck and went down between his legs. He kept looking over at the bathroom in case Lonny returned. I grabbed his cock and squeezed the last drops out of it and sucked it dry before going back and sitting down. Lonny returned a few seconds later looking composed again. No one said a word as he sat down on the edge of the water.

"I should probably get going," Lonny said finally. "Got a lot of homework. Thanks for showing me the cars and I love your house."

"Come back anytime. Kurt and Patrick are always here working on the cars or going swimming. You're welcome with or without them. I'm sure Kurt will let you know when the new cars arrive. Email me if you need anything," I reminded him again with a knowing stare. He blushed and turned away slightly. If he really does want his fantasy, I already had it all planned out in my head and it would be insane. It'll be interesting to see if he actually wants to go through with it.

The guys all headed home and Linda had decided to keep Tripp naked from the waist down as she marched him back to her car. She let him wear his shirt as she said a shirtless boy in the winter might attract a little too much attention on the ride home. "Have fun Tripp. Don't eat too much pussy, I hear it's fattening."

He flipped me a finger as he got in the car.

End of Chapter. Date night ahead, and some roleplaying. Then things changes dramatically...