The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 175

The next morning, the kids slept late and came down to breakfast together, still in their `tribal wear.' Jason and Alex returned to collect James and the twins as they had plans for the day. The boys went to give Blake their loin cloths back, but he told them they were gifts and could keep them. They hugged him like he'd just given them an infinity stone, before running off home. Blake took Ben into the back yard to teach him how to use the bow & arrow and spear, but of course made him wear a loin cloth to be authentic.

Colin looked at me and smiled. "I guess that will be a thing until it's not."

"Isn't that the truth," I agreed. I looked out a short while later and they were taking shots at a target they'd set up. Colin and I relaxed together, neither in loin clothes or war paint, but enjoying some music as we cuddled.

An hour later, he looked at me. "Have you seen the boys run back in yet?"

"Nope. Probably still killing the target. I'll go take a look. You want something to eat or drink while I'm up?"

"I could eat. Do we have any of the fermented manioc or fresh grubs?" He grinned.

"We're all out of manioc, but we have some leftover grubs. They're not fresh though," I said playing along.

"That's okay, I'll pass. If they're not fresh, they just don't go down well. Maybe just some tea and cookies then?" He joked. At least I hope he was joking. Tea? Gross.

"I think I can scrounge that up. I'll send the boys down to the ocean for a whale and seaweed for dinner."

"Sounds good. If you don't want to wait you could call `Eels on Wheels'," he laughed as I headed out the back door. Nothing to do with eels was funny, but I didn't tell him that. I couldn't see the boys anywhere, so I headed down the stairs to see if maybe they'd gone into the treehouse. As I was halfway across the lawn, I heard them talking from the center of the hedge maze and made my way in. Blake and Ben were sitting there throwing knives at a target. Both were naked, which almost isn't worth mentioning as it's never a surprise.

"Blake, Cory will be here in about half an hour. Do you want something to eat before or wait for him?"

"We'll wait," Blake replied. "Ben and me are just practicing our warrior stuff so we're ready in case we're needed back in the jungle at some point. I'm gonna teach him seeding next."

"Why does that not surprise me? I'll send Cory out when he gets here. It might be a good idea to be done with the seeding by then since he's not into it anymore." I headed back to the house to make the tea and cookies. I would also check to make sure that we truly were out of live grubs. I'd hate Colin to miss out. Sheila dropped Cory off a half hour later.

"They're out in the backyard," I told him as he ran in, and then out the patio door. Sheila welcomed us back and stayed for a cup of tea as we told her the abridged version of the trip. I'm so sophisticated now that we actually have tea when company comes over. She agreed that it sounded like the trip of a lifetime, but thought that she probably wouldn't do well in that environment. As we talked, the boys ran back inside at full speed.

"Hi Sheila!" Blake said as he saw her.

"Look at you!" She grinned. "Is this the look from the trip?"

"Yeah. I just don't have the other necklace on, and my spear and stuff are outside."

"Well you look all grown up. It's gonna take a while to get used to the no hair thing," she told him.

"It'll grow back, but I had to let them shave me so I could become a fertility warrior."

"A fertility warrior?" she asked amused.

"A story for another time," Colin said quickly before Blake began explaining it in great detail.

"See ya. I'm just gonna show Cory my stuff from the trip," he said as the boys ran upstairs.

"Good thing he's not shy. He'll have fit right in out there," Sheila laughed.

"You have no idea. I just hope we can get him back into regular clothes before school starts," Colin laughed.

"I should get going, but if you need me to pick Cory up, or if he wants to spend the night, just give me a text either way."

She headed out, and a short while later, Cory and Blake came back down, with Cory now dressed like Blake in just a loin cloth, body paint and his other necklace. I'm just happy that Blake hadn't shaved Cory's head. I guess he'd probably be dressing all his friends up for a little while until the whole thing began to fade and he got into something else. Ben meanwhile, had gotten dressed and headed out. Since he didn't have a spear with him, I assumed he wasn't going out to get us dinner. It would be up to Colin and I as the elders of the family to provide for everyone, I guess. What's in season this time of year? Roast Toucan and sautéed wild mushrooms sounds good.

"You two look great," I said acknowledging the boys as Colin announced that we had to get some pictures.

"Wait!" Blake yelled as he raced outside to return seconds later with his bow and arrow around his chest, and handed Cory the spear. Now they looked authentic. Cory maybe a little less so since he was nowhere near as tan as Blake. They posed in multiple positions until it got boring and they raced outside. Colin and I watched the boys as they attacked the tree, with Blake showing Cory how to use both weapons until he got pretty good at it. I have to admit Blake's accuracy was amazing with both spear throwing and the bow & arrow. I could almost see him growing up to be a hunter; a very handy skill when you live in a big city. I'd explain sarcasm but I've done that enough with Blake. It was no surprise that Cory decided to spend the night, and the next time we saw them, they had scrubbed themselves clean and were heading for the pool. I'm half expecting Blake to suggest we stock it with fish so he can catch them with his bare hands. I'll move out if anyone even suggests those sea monster eels.

The next day after Cory had gone home, Blake came and sat beside me on the couch. I was actively doing research for my psychology thesis on the rise of sexual addictions and the increase of available stimulation since the arrival of the internet. Okay, let's face it I was surfing porn, but it sounds better the other way.

"Dad, can I talk to you?"

"Always," I replied as I closed the computer and put it beside me. He swung his legs over my lap and lay down.

"I wanted to tell you something, but you can't tell Colin because he might tell Owen, who could say something to the Chief, and that might get Tari and Qirco in trouble."

"Wow, that's quite the line of snitches to get into trouble," I laughed as I rubbed his thigh gently. "I promise."

"So, you remember that incident where me, Tari and Qirco went over to visit the Mulgari?"

"That'd be pretty hard to forget considering the consequences of it," I said nodding as I reached over and rubbed his still mostly bald head.

"Exactly. But it wasn't the first time. I mean it was for me, but not for the other guys."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Qirco started going over there a while ago..."

Qirco! Figures. Somehow all trouble in that tribe comes down to that kid. He's Blake, just in the Yugenagi.

"He made friends with the Mulgari kids and they showed him about sex. He went over like everyday to get fucked by them in secret, and then when a lot of them were doing it all the time, he took Tari with him so he could learn. Then I guess Tari and Qirco did it together after that, but they had to be careful not to get caught as you're not allowed to do that in the Yugenagi tribe."

"I remember," I smiled, as I slid my hand under the leg of his boxers to play with his smooth balls.

"Well then they invited me to go, and all the Mulgari boys thought I was pretty different, so they wanted to take turns with me. Even the younger kids wanted to try since they'd never seen anyone like me before. I guess one of them told their parents and that's how we all got in trouble."

"So, what lesson did you learn?"

"Duh! Make sure you don't let little kids have sex `cause they can't keep their mouths shut. Now I totally understand the age thing you guys have."

I laughed. "Or..."

I dunno. "Don't visit the Mulgari for sex?"

"That's definitely a good one considering the consequences. Maybe just don't break the rules if you know it's wrong."

"Oh yeah!" he grinned. "After we got into trouble me and Tari never went back. The three of us just played with each other. I showed the guys how to do blowjobs and 69, `cause they didn't know that, so I figured they'd have more fun with it and not need to visit the Mulgari again. Qirco still kept going over though. I think he liked all the boys paying attention to him."

Sounds familiar, I thought to myself. "That's quite the reveal." I acknowledged out loud.

"Yeah. I think Qirco and Tari might be boyfriends, but I don't think they understand that concept. They don't really kiss or hold hands. That boy you had as your assistant, Mukashe, he and Qirco did it a lot, so I think Qirco will be happy that Mukashe is now a Yugenagi."

"I can see it now. The next time we go back, the entire tribe will be like the Mulgari, fucking anything that moves."

Blake giggled. "That'd be fun. Although I hope none of them have penises as big as the Shaman. His really hurt."

"I can imagine. I don't even know how you took something that size."

"Me neither. I was kinda proud of myself, even though I figured he was gonna push it right through me. It was so deep in my butt that when I opened my mouth you could see the tip of it."

I laughed. "Well, I'm sure lots of guys you have sex with think the same thing of this penis," I said taking hold of it inside his shorts.

"Yeah? Well wait until it's full size. They'll call me Pole Man."

"No one is gonna call you that. Toothpick man, maybe," I teased.

"Rude!" Blake said shaking his head.

"Can I tell you something too?"

"Sure," he grinned as I think he enjoyed swapping secrets.

"We've watched you grow up over the past few years, but we still saw you as a kid. When we were in the jungle, I saw you in a completely different way. You rose to every challenge, and really did become a man out there. I no longer see you as a kid. Your body is stronger and more developed. Your voice is deeper...and of course you now smell like a man...which means you should shower more," I joked. "But I honestly, I'm impressed by you."

"Thanks Dad!" Blake grinned. "I like being a man and being allowed to do adult stuff, but I sometimes still wanna be a kid if that's okay."

"Of course. It's a great age to be both. Man enough to understand the consequences of anything you do, but boy enough to do crazy things sometimes just for the fun of it."

"Yeah. I'm glad that we can talk like this. Most kids I know, their parents won't talk about adult stuff, or let them grow up. You guys have always let me try new things."

"That's how you learn."

"Speaking of that, can I have a party a week Saturday? I thought it would be cool to have all my friends over."

"Can't see why not. Sure."

"Woke! I already told my dive team about it, so they'll all come, so now I'll just let everyone else know. I'm gonna make it a theme party," he said as he jumped off the couch and ran off. My phone went moments later with a text from Blake.

`Amazon tribal party on the 12th starting at 2. Sleepover if u want. NO clothes permitted.'

Then my phone began blowing up with responses. Don't you just love group texts? It seemed like he'd sent it to hundred of kids by the responses that were coming in. Almost all seemed excited to join in. My phone rang and I rolled my eyes when I saw it was Colin.

"All I said is that he could have a party for his friends," I said without even saying hello.

"And a sleepover?" Colin asked sounding amused as our phones continued to explode with replies.

"That one, and the no clothes part, weren't discussed," I said defending myself. "I just got the text like you did. I'll go talk to him."

"Good luck!" he laughed. "And make the texts stop!" Like I had control of that. Why does everyone feel the need to `reply all' to everything?

I found Blake at his desk making plans. "Really? A naked party?"

"Uhhh...an Amazon theme party, Dad. No one wore clothes, so it would hardly be authentic if everyone showed up in board shorts, would it? I've already ordered some stuff on Amazon for the party. Cool huh? An Amazon theme party and I bought all the stuff from Amazon. Get it?"

"A blind man could get it. What sort of things did you order?"

Normal stuff. Hammocks, bows and arrows, spears, necklaces, waterproof makeup so it doesn't wash off in the pool. I also got a paddling pool that we can fill with mud. Oh, and some stuff I can make mud out of."

"So, dirt?" I grinned slightly amused.

"No, spa mud," he replied as if it should be obvious. "I also am gonna get some food that everyone will like, but not be gross. I got a whole bag of plastic bugs that I can scatter around everywhere to make it look more real. I also called our caterer and told them about the theme and they'll set up the house on Friday night to look like a jungle. Should I see if I can get some snakes from the pet store? Like not poison ones, but big ones that we could put in the maze?"

"How about no on the snakes. That might be a little too authentic."

"You might be right. I'll think about that one for a bit."

"Blake. No snakes."

"Dad, I got this. Man...remember? I'm gonna get fish for the pool though. That should be fun."

I told you that he'd come up with that, didn't I? "No, fish would die instantly in a chlorine pool. Not the place for them."

"Okay, I'll get a giant fish tank brought in. Maybe big enough to put an alligator in too. Do you think I could rent a jaguar from the zoo?" he asked thoughtfully. I'm hoping he was kidding.

"You may be a man, but your friends are still kids. You don't want to terrorize them."

"Or do I?" he said grinning and rubbing his hands like an evil scientist. "Geez, if you're gonna freak out about that part, I'm not even gonna talk about the seeding activities I got planned," he giggled. "All you guys gotta be here too. We need the elders!"

"As long as you don't expect me to seed all the boys into manhood," I joked.

"You know you really take the fun out of things," he said shaking his head. "But you, J.P. and Jason have to be there since you're triplets. If you think the guys will freak out over a snake, imagine how they'll react with only a third of a person present."

"Funny. Smart-ass. Just out of curiosity. How much is this party gonna cost?"

"Nothing. I put all the Amazon stuff on the credit card, and the caterers are just putting anything they do on our account."

I shook my head. "And what happened to the hummingbird spirit animal that said to enjoy the simple things in life?"

"Dude, how could it get simpler? One click checkout!" He said pointing to his laptop screen. He had me there. That WAS pretty simple. "But I forgot that ceremony. We could do a spirit animal thing. Is it cool if we use the pot in the maze for that? Just this once? You kinda have to get stoned for it to really work."

"Holy shit, Blake! You can't get all your friends, stoned. We'd all be arrested for drug dealing."

"Chill. I was just kidding. I'd never do that. Plus, our pot is nowhere near as strong as that devil's apple stuff in the jungle."

"How do you know?" I asked looking at him.

"Uhhh, because they shot that crap up my nose...or don't you remember," he replied. I meant how'd he know how strong our pot was, but decided to follow the rule of `if you don't want to know the answer, don't ask the question.'

"Please make sure you review your plans with us before the party okay? I know you're excited about what we just experienced, but we still have to live by our society's rules now that we're back."

"I know. I'm gonna get the caterers to make some fake food like monkey brains and grub, but only it'll be Jello with macaroni in it, or gummy worms. Stuff like that. Not real stuff."

"I'll leave you to it."

Amazon parcels began arriving all week, most having been sent by the fastest method possible. Good thing we're Prime members or the shipping could have bankrupt us. By the time the week was half over, our house was beginning to look like an Amazon distribution centre.

Kyle and Chance returned home from their trip around Europe, full of exciting details and stories about each place they'd went. It reminded me of my trip where I'd managed to meet tons of new friends and find lots of gay boys who spoke the international language of sex. From the way Kyle and Chance explained it, it sounded like they had had similar experiences. The pictures of their adventures were incredible and they'd certainly seen and done a lot, mostly exploring ancient sites or historical landmarks. I was pretty impressed. They were just as impressed about our stories from the Amazon, and it sounded like they would have enjoyed going with us, as much as we would have enjoyed going with them. Next time we'll all go together. Blake told them about his upcoming party and that they had to be there. He insisted they go with him to make loin cloths so they had one ahead of time. It was good to have them back. We did remember to slip in that we were now treating Blake like a man considering what he'd been through in the Amazon, which Blake instantly clarified as meaning he was now allowed to have sex with anyone he wanted, and we extra clarified that that rule applied only in the house, not to the rest of the world.

The following Friday morning the gate buzzed with yet another delivery. I waited at the door as four big trucks drove in and a man came out to greet me. "We have a delivery and set-up for Blake," he said looking at his clipboard.

"Of course you do," I grinned. "BLAKE! Delivery for you."

He raced down the stairs wearing only his shorts and looked at the guy. "Great, my jungle! I'll show you where they go," he said excitedly. The man just stared over as if I was some how in charge. I haven't officially been in charge since Blake moved in with us.

"Don't look at me. This is his party," I shrugged as I watched trees in pots being unloaded by several men that had exited the trucks. There were hundreds in various sizes and styles. Blake showed them how to get to the back yard and I went inside, wondering if we had any devil's apple or fermented manioc lying around somewhere. I think I'm gonna need it for this party. The caterers arrived next and began to decorate the house. It was like a construction site, so I just stayed out of the way. The entrance to the kitchen looked like a grass hut as it took shape. I wonder where the mating hut will be...or is it just best not to know?

I stood on the balcony looking out at the back yard, and with all the trees that had been delivered, it really was beginning to look more jungle like. There was a heavy concentration of trees behind the treehouse, while others were scattered around in groups. Who knows, we might keep it like this. I think I kinda liked it. I'll talk to the gardener after the party is over. By the time the caterers had finished setting up the house, I was actually pretty impressed. The air conditioning seemed to be off on the indoor pool level, making it ridiculously humid, but the palm trees scattered around would probably enjoy it. I laughed at the plastic alligators floating in the outdoor pool, but I could have done without the sand he'd had dumped around the outside of the deck. Fortunately, he'd been smart enough to keep it off the deck, and just spread it on the lawn, making it look very natural. The deck chairs had been moved into the sand. I hope there'll be a cute cabana boy in a loin cloth serving drinks. I should call Darius to come be our colonel-domo for the event. Again, it looked pretty good and maybe it would be worth keeping. The waterslide had been transformed as well. It was covered by fake branches and vines and looked like a stream waterfall. I was pretty impressed actually. Hammocks were set up on stands in several locations. I'm guessing the trees in pots wouldn't handle them, but they'd done a reasonably good job of hiding the metal poles with shrubs. Targets had been set up at the end of the yard, with netting up behind them, no doubt to prevent arrows and spears from flying past and down to the beach below. Last thing we need to do is harpoon some nude sunbather. I think I know what Blake is going to grow up to be: a party planner. This was every bit as impressive as anything we'd ever thrown, and I had half a mind to throw a second party on Sunday for our friends. Actually, I think I had a third of a mind if we're following Yugenagi customs.

Saturday morning, Blake was running around putting his finishing touches on things, acting like a partyzilla. That's like a bridezilla, except without a wedding. We all stayed out of his way as he just barked at us if we did something wrong. I know who is going to be the chief in this village for the day. Once he was satisfied that everything was correct, he said he had to go get ready. How much `ready' do you really have to do for a party where no clothes are required, and you don't have hair to wash and style? He did insist that all the adults be done up in our proper make-up and loin cloths like when we were in the jungle, which we did. When he resurfaced, he had his body painted, and I smiled when I saw the two white horizontal lines across his belly button duplicating how the chief had had it. No doubt he'd be explaining that story to the boys if asked. He was wearing his two necklaces and had the bow and arrows across his chest. I suspect the spear was close by. Kyle, Chance, J.P., Troy and Ben all looked pretty hot done up like warriors and had their own loin cloths on. I almost couldn't keep my hands off their cute asses which had been painted with designs on each cheek. I'm guessing they'd had fun with that. Travis, Trevor and James arrived also in their loin cloths, all painted up, which looked like it would have been a family project as Jason and Alex were right behind them. I was surprised that Malcolm wasn't part of it, but apparently he had taken the opportunity to have a night off. The small twins were grinning from ear to ear as everyone told them how cute they looked. I warned Blake not to mention that all little kids in the amazon ran around naked as we wanted them to stay in their loin cloths for the party. We agreed that they wouldn't stay the whole time, just long enough to participate. Colin and I were basically the chaperones to make sure nothing got out of hand, or that the boys didn't try to do something crazy, like sacrifice a virgin, or turn anyone into a man unwillingly. And of course, we didn't want a hunting party tracking down the neighbourhood domestic animals. Cats, or mini tigers, as they'd no doubt be referred to, should be really worried for the next few hours.

Boys began arriving and while some had no problem stripping at the door, others looked surprised, as if they couldn't believe clothes were really not going to be allowed. It was almost easy to see who were Blake's friends and who were just people he knew, but hadn't been over before. Some of the fathers came in to check on things, and who'd blame them, especially when the text went out as a no clothes party, but once they got a look at things, they agreed that it made sense. A couple fathers asked if there were going to be girls at this, but they were quickly assured it was all boys. I'd double checked that in Blake's planning. A few fathers even thought it might be fun to join in, and were invited to do so, but in the end declined, figuring their sons might not like them hanging around. Personally, I'd have been fine with several of the fathers that showed up. Maybe I'll invite them over for an adult Amazon party. Some boys quickly put on loin cloths that Blake had bought, others got down to making their own, but several remained naked while covering themselves in mud or paint. I think Blake had outdone himself there, as he had put out crushed berries in various colours, as well as the waterproof make-up he'd bought, and a lot of regular body paint and brushes. Many boys hit the pool first once they were naked, as I'm sure it helped retain some form of modesty until they got used to it. Boys who had brought sleeping bags to stay over were sent to drop them in Blake's room out of the way. I'm sure he'd have at least a dozen guys spending the night.

Some of the boys I hadn't seen since before Blake went to California, and they'd sure changed. None more so than Houston. "Justin, you remember Houston?" Blake said as he welcomed his friend.

"Yeah. Of course. You've really grown since the last time I saw you. I almost didn't recognize you," I admitted as the boy took off his clothes. He used to be shorter than Blake, but was now at least an inch taller.

"I had a super growth spurt I guess, and my Dad and I have been going to the gym every day. He said I needed more muscles."

"Well, it looks good on you," I said checking the boy out, almost not believing this was the same Houston from before summer. He looked like he'd aged two years.

"Thanks," he grinned as Blake told him where to go to find stuff.

Once he was out of earshot, Blake looked at me shaking his head. "Want a sponge?"

"Sponge?" I asked not sure what he meant.

"To soak up the drool," he grinned. "He's sure different, huh?"

"I'll say. It's amazing how much someone can change in just a few months. You've probably changed that much too, but we just don't notice it."

"I notice it," Blake replied quickly. "Houston's interested in some girl at school and asked if I had any tips. So, I'm gonna teach him what I know later."

"Well that won't take long," I teased, getting a `fuck you' in response.

I tensed up slightly as Brody and Lincoln arrived together. I was surprised that Blake had invited them, but it's his party, so I didn't react as they said hi and stripped in front of us, before heading into the main party areas.

"You're okay with them being here?" I asked Blake once they were gone.

"Yeah, not much I can do about it. I'll find a hotter person to date. That'll show Brody I'm the better man and he shouldn't have dumped me for that ho bag with the tiny penis," Blake replied. Well, as long as he's not bitter.

"Are they staying for the sleepover?"

"Not a chance. That's the last thing we need. The two of them trying to figure out sex while the rest of us are in an awesome orgy. I didn't invite them to stay over."

Yeah, not bitter at all. Blake ran off to mingle with his guests as I stayed to welcome more boys. Razor and Cade arrived, and didn't hesitate to strip inside the door. I'm just glad the all 10 of their siblings didn't show up. With five boy and five girls in their family they were already their own tribe and we don't know if they're all friendly or not. "Welcome to the Amazon. Will you be staying the night in one of our luxury huts?" I grinned as I greeted them as a tribal elder.

"Yeah...If that's still okay," Razor replied picking up his sleeping bag.

"Of course. I'm sure you won't get a lot of sleep, but it'll be a fun night," I said rubbing his ass cheek firmly. He blushed slightly as I told them where to put their sleeping bags and make themselves at home.

By the time boys stopped arriving, I'm pretty sure there were 70, maybe more. There were guys from the diving team, his karate class, several of the Scouts he knew, plus almost all the Junior Q showed up; and that alone was over 20 boys. They could make for an interesting dynamic. There were at least a dozen boys from his school that I didn't recognize, as well as those that didn't need an invitation to show up for any party: Cory, of course. Colton and Stone, who had brought Joey with them, as well as Kurt and Patrick; having brought Tanner along. There wasn't a lot of structure to the party, but each area had things they could do. One popular area was where the guys could make a loin cloth. J.P. and Troy were helping there and you could use cloth, leaves or feathers, or a combination, tied with a vine. Those that made them looked reasonably authentic. Kyle and Chance were helping the guys with bow and arrow area and spear tossing. The first movie I saw playing in the media room was one with Tim Allen where he'd brought some young boy in a loin cloth to New York. It looked like a comedy as Martin Short was also in it. Later on, there was The Emerald Forest followed by the new Tarzan flick, followed by some National Geographic special about the Amazon tribes. I think more boys ended up watching this than the Tarzan movie. Might have had something to do with the authenticity of it; women's boobs and men showing penises etc. I didn't even bother to check out how many of the boys were hiding erections.

Almost all the boys were really getting into the spirit of the thing and trying to outdo each other. I noticed a group of guys over by the body painting area and went over to watch. Holden, who was only wearing his green bracelet from the Junior Q, was decoratively painted and seated painting another guy's penis. It looked like he'd saved that part for last on the guy as the decoration on him was incredible. There were several others watching, all of whom had been painted. Holden was extremely talented, but I felt a bit sorry for him. He would start with a three inch canvas and by the time he got into it, he was faced with twice that size or more. The boys were commenting on some of the designs Holden had come up with. From animals to trees and other random things. One boy's penis was painted like the night sky with stars and clouds. Very impressive. I liked the one that had the penis painted like a baseball bat and the testicles painted like the baseball. When he gets up to bat, he won't need to worry about whether he's using wood or metal. It'll be all wood! I watched for a while before heading off to check out other activities.

I heard one boy come out of the foam room and sit next to someone who was apparently his friend. I'm guessing they were from Blake's school as I didn't recognise them at all. "Dude, someone just gave me a blowjob in the room with all the bubbles," he said leaning in to his friend. I tried to pretend I wasn't within earshot.

"Bullshit," the kid replied quickly before staring at his friend. "Seriously? Who was it?"

"I dunno. I went up to the sink to wash my hands and someone grabbed my dick. The next thing I knew I was getting head. He made me cum dude."

"No way someone would do that. Anyway, you'd know who it was `cause you could look down and see," the other guy replied.

"No. You can't see shit in there. I think he's giving everyone blowjobs. You should go get one."

"I don't want a guy to give me a blowjob. I'm still waiting for Jenine to go down on me," he said trying to sound as macho as he could.

"You're gonna wait a long time. She's never gonna put out dude."

"She will, soon enough," he said trying to sound confident.

His friend slapped him on the back. "Good luck with that. I'm gonna grab something to eat," he announced standing up and heading upstairs. His friend looked back at the foam room a couple times and then slowly made his way over to it, paused at the door and then went in. I followed him to see what kind of action was going on in there. I have no idea how that room fit into the jungle theme as I didn't see even one bubble in the Amazon. I did my best to follow the guy over to the sink, but I lost him almost instantly as the bubbles were to the roof. I shut them off as it would be good for a while in there now. I made my way over to the sink and stopped when I bumped into someone. I paused, and from the way he was moving it appeared that he was in the middle of something...or someone. I ran my hand down his back and felt his ass, not that I could tell who it was just by feeling, but he was definitely moving back and forth and his cheeks clenched and relaxed with each thrust. I moved my hand between his legs and took hold of his balls before reaching further to find the second set on the guy he was fucking. I knelt down and decided to play with both guys to help them out. The one in front had his leg up on the counter bent over, as the guy doing the fucking was holding onto him. Both seemed to have decent packages on them, but no idea who they were. I jerked off the front guy while leaning in to rim the ass of the back guy. It took very little time for both of them to cum, and as we know, once that happens, the sex is over until they recharge. They uncoupled and disappeared into the foam. I heard a moan nearby and shuffled closer to it. I almost recognized the voice as that belonging to the boy I'd followed in. I guess he found the mystery blowjob guy. When I heard him grunt, I smiled and almost reached out to pat his ass, but figured that might send him shrieking out of the room as if this were a horror movie in the fog where the creature comes out to attack. Instead, I waited a couple seconds before moving to wash my own hands. Sure enough, my loin cloth was lifted up and my cock was taken hold of. A mouth went over it and began sucking me off. Hands played with my ass and balls. He was pretty good, but I chose to pull out and move away before I blew a load. I wondered if that guy was planning on staying under the sink for the entire party. Oh well, it's not like I wouldn't have done that if I'd thought of it first. I waited a couple minutes in the depth of the foam listening, and it was pretty obvious that the boys that had been over before remembered this room, and had turned it into a major play area. I smiled to myself and left quickly before I got so horny that I went around nailing as many as I could. I took my loin cloth off and rinsed myself of bubbles using the deck shower before wrapping the minimal covering around me again.

The place Blake had apparently set up specifically for the boys to do anal seeding was the thick clump of trees he'd had placed behind the treehouse. I had wandered through there a couple of times earlier and not much had been going on, mostly just boys hiding boners or showing them off to each other, but this trip through a couple boys were bent over grabbing their ankles as they got `seeded'; mainly guys from the Junior Q. I'm guessing Blake had had a hand in explaining that. At least it was authentic. I smiled when I heard animals and bird noises coming from small speakers hidden in the trees. He'd really thought this through. I made sure that we made a few trips into the hedge maze to ensure the boys weren't starting a spirit animal quest, but to their credit no one was smoking pot. Music was playing all over the house, and none of it seemed like stuff you would hear in the jungle, or Brazil for that matter, but I don't think the boys would give the party a bad Yelp review for that oversight in authenticity. It was funny watching the boys on the trampoline, especially those in loin cloths. As they came down, they were completely exposed to everyone as the cloth went up, and hidden as they jumped up. No one cared, and several boys were on at once bumping into each other.

"Cool party, huh Justin?" Blake grinned as he came up and put his arm around me.

"Very cool actually. If I didn't know we were at home, this could easily be the rainforest, except for the dry air."

He smiled. "I showed lots of the `JQ' guys how the Mulgari do things," he explained. "Some of them want me to seed them later if you wanna watch. Or you could get J.P. and Jason and join in. Sorry, you can't do it by yourself, being a triplet and all," he giggled. "Where do you think I should do it? In the yard so everyone can watch, or in my bedroom?"

"I think you should maybe limit that one. You have lots of straight friends here that wouldn't understand that ritual unless they'd been part of it in the real setting."

"That's why I'm having this party, Dad. To introduce them to another culture." He grinned and bent over, grabbing his ankles and wiggling his bum at me.

I slapped his ass. "Pace yourself Blake. You still have a sleepover to go. How many times you been seeded already?"

"Wouldn't you like to know homo?" He giggled as he stood up. "Let's just say if it's supposed to make me grow strong, I have enough to be the Hulk by now. Bye!" He said as he waved and took off. I shook my head. He was definitely growing up way too fast. How do I get 10-year-old Blake back? It seemed like only a few weeks ago we had this quiet shy kid blinking at us, but now we have this 14-year-old throwing naked Amazon parties.

I saw Razor sitting on the edge of one of the lounge chairs watching the guys in the pool. I sat down beside him. "Hey! Having fun?"

"Yeah, tons." He said putting his hand over his partial erection. "This is the most lit party I've ever been to."

"Who you checking out?"

"No one. Just taking a break," he replied swallowing nervously.

"Really? Come on. Who are you looking at?"

"Don't say anything okay, but Ben," he replied with a slight flush to his cheeks.

I looked over and Ben was throwing a ball in the pool as they tried to bean the hell out of the other guys. "Ben huh? You two hook up yet?"

"No. He's way out of my league," he said almost shyly.

I shook my head. "Dude. No such thing as anyone being out of your league. If you want to get to know him better, just go hang out. Ben is really a cool guy."

"I couldn't. I'd feel stupid if he didn't want to know me."

"You'll feel even stupider if you don't talk to him and then find out he likes you too. You obviously think he's hot."

He gave me a nervous laugh. "Am I that obvious?" He asked looking down. "I'm 16. Horny is my middle name."

"Really? Razor Horny? Did your parents do a lot of drugs?" I joked.

"It's not my real middle name. You know what I mean."

"Well, there's two ways you can take care of that. One is you can go talk to Ben and see if he likes you and wants to fool around, or two, I can take you upstairs and fuck the hell out of that cute little ass of yours until you're not horny anymore."

"I like two. That sounds fun," he grinned moving his hand a little more firmly over his crotch.

"I think you should do one first; I can fuck you anytime. BEN!" I yelled to him.

"What are you doing?" He whispered as he stared at me in horror.

Ben jumped out of the pool, grabbing a towel to dry himself off as he came over. "What's up?" He asked standing in front of us. I almost laughed at Razor as Ben's cock was right at eye level in front of him.

"You met Cade's big brother? This is Razor."

"Nice to meet you. Cade's brother huh? He's a cool dude."

"For a brother, he's okay. Is Blake your brother?"

"Basically, yes," he acknowledged.

"Anyway," I said looking at Razor who was giving me the dagger eyes of `don't you dare', which I haven't once paid attention to on anyone, so why would I start now? "Ben, Razor thinks you're hot but that you might be out of his league. Why don't you take him up to your room and let him do tryouts to join? Go a few innings...and outings...and back inning again, until he's a valuable member of your league."

"Hell, yeah. I'm up for that. How old are you?" Ben grinned looking directly at Razor.

"16. You?"

"15. 16 in a month. You gay or Bi?"

"Gay...pretty much."

"Nice." And just like that they were GBFF's. (Gay Best Friend's Forever...in case you don't do acronym's like us `woke' people!)

They took off together and my work here was done. I headed off to see what else I could help with. This psychology stuff was easy. I dunno why more people don't do it. I'm not gonna make a lot of money at it if I solve everything in a 10-minute session though. Maybe I'll let them use my office for 2 hours of sex and charge for the time. That should help pay bills.

Everyone seemed like they were having a good time at the party, and the food was a hit, except for the monkey brains. (The Jello with macaroni in it). I think that might have been about as tasty as real monkey brains. I never heard one boy complain that things like the chips and cheesies weren't authentic Amazon food.

I found Tanner sitting with Cory watching some of the guys play basketball. Again, not really an Amazon thing. I sat down beside Tanner. "You two look like twins all covered in mud. I almost didn't recognize either of you."

Cory's white teeth showed as he grinned. "Mom gets pissed when I'm muddy at home," he admitted. "Imagine what she'd say if she saw me now."

"She probably wouldn't even know it was you," I replied. "You both did a good job on those loin cloths too. Very realistic looking. I guess you got some of those ideas from the ones we brought back with us?"

Cory looked at mine and nodded.

"Yeah, they're super cool. Did everyone wear them in the jungle or did most people have pants?" Tanner asked.

"Actually, most everyone was naked. They really only wore loin cloths for ceremonies or celebrations. And if they were covered in mud like you two, they never wore the loin cloths at all. It would only get them dirty and they work hard to make them. I reached behind Tanner and untied his to let it fall away before I removed it. Then I leaned over him and removed Cory's. "Now, you two look more like the natives."

"I can't imagine running around a jungle naked," Tanner said. "Weren't there women there too?"

"Of course, but it's something you got used to pretty fast. When everyone is the same, you don't really notice after a while."

"I'd notice," he said.

"At first. But then you forget about it. Blake was pretty much naked the entire time. That's why he probably has such a wicked tan right now."

Cory giggled. "Blake's pretty much naked all the time here, so that's not news."

"True. But you two should stay like that. The mud looks good on you. I'll give you a secret. When you're covered in mud, no one is gonna try to give you a blowjob."

"Why not?" Cory asked.

"Who wants to suck a muddy dick?"

They both chuckled as they agreed. "That might be how come everyone in the jungle isn't screwing themselves silly every day," Tanner added.

"That could be," I agreed. "I see you're keeping up with the trimming of the hair."

"Yeah, I like it like that so much better now. I tried shaving it all off once, but I didn't like that look. I think I need some hair."

"That's why I keep some," Cory admitted. "Otherwise guys tease you in the locker room thinking you haven't gone through puberty yet."

"If they were smart, they'd see by the size of the package that you'd have hit puberty," I advised them.

"Cory's right, though. They may know it, but they'd use any excuse to tease you, so having some hair is cool."

"What about the balls? You still shaving those smooth?"

"Yeah, for sure," he said confidently lifting his penis out of the way to show me. Not that you could tell since everything was muddy. "Oh, but it sucks big time when you nick the balls. That hurts like fuck."

Cory giggled. "I did that too. Blake said you just gotta keep pulling them tight and go super slow."

"Well, I'm glad to see you're not as shy as you were the first time you came over, Tanner. I guess you're getting used to us, huh?"

"Still feels weird running around without clothes, but everyone else is doing it, so I figured I'd participate."

"Feels pretty normal when everyone else is doing it. Cory, you're pretty comfortable being naked, aren't you?"

"Sure. I've been hanging out over here since I was a little kid."

"You should go over and have some target practice with the bow and arrow," I suggested. They nodded and ran off, carrying their loin cloths. As I sat there looking at boys running around, all seeming to have somewhere to go, and most in a hurry. Houston wandered over and sat down next to me. He was in his loin cloth and partially covered in paint.

"Dude, I seriously can't believe how much you changed since the last time I saw you. I think you looked 12 last time, now you look 15, maybe even 16."

He gave me a big grin. "Thanks. My Mom wasn't as impressed when she had to buy me all new clothes, but I think my Dad likes taking me to the gym now."

"Well it's working for you," I said complimenting him. I got a big grin.

"This is a cool party. Was it really like this in the Amazon?"

"The guys with spears, bow and arrows and loin cloths, yes. The junk food, no. You had to learn to go and find food almost every day."

"That part would suck, but I think the rest would be cool. Did Blake really get to have sex with 10 girls?"

"It was less like sex and more like a ritual ceremony, but yeah, he was definitely with 10 girls."

"Lucky. I'd be happy with just one."

"Then go get one."

"Oh sure, like I just go up to some girl and say, hey wanna go back to my house and let me put my penis in you? That might work in the Amazon, but it sure doesn't work in high school. You'd get kneed in the nuts for sure."

I laughed. "True. You have a girlfriend yet?"

"No, I like this one girl, but I haven't had the guts to go talk to her yet. I might after school starts."

"Looking the way you look now, I don't think you'll have any trouble."

"I hope not. I can't wait to see how everyone at school has changed after the summer. I should get back to the guys," he said quickly and stood up. I watched his cute bubble butt as he walked away. Why do boys have to be straight? Shouldn't they just all be gay, and only hook up with girls to make babies? I think that's one thing the Mulgari got perfect. What kind of a world are we living in? Another successful quick therapy session completed. I was emboldened now, and went to see what other dynamics were building. I saw one thing that could be good down in the weight room. I noticed a smaller guy watching through the glass at several boys working out. I walked over to him.

"Hey. Thinking of going in to work out?"

"Ummm, no. Well, kinda. I was just seeing how you do it. I've never worked out before," he stammered.

"I'm Justin. Blake's Dad."

"Alec," he replied.

"Nice to meet you. And how do you know Blake?"

"I'm in Scouts with Cory. He's my patrol leader, and I met Blake that way."

"Well hopefully you're having fun at the party."

"Yeah," he grinned. "I think it's pretty lit. It's funny seeing everyone's bums though."

"Yeah, but most of them are broken."

"Huh?" He asked looking at me confused.

"They all have large cracks down them."

He giggled and the ice was broken. It's a stupid joke, but it works. "Which workout thing are you interested in learning?" I asked to change the subject.

"I wanna build up my arms first and maybe my chest," he replied.

"Well, let's go and get you a couple of routines to help, shall we?"

He shrugged and followed me into the workout room. I tried to ignore the four guys at the weight bench. I'd get to them next. I showed Alec the dumbbells...(not referring to straight boys, so no need for nasty emails) and let him try the different weights, explaining that the one he chose should be just one size heavier than he found easy. After that he could ramp it up and go for more. I showed him how to do a couple of different things with it and he copied me. I tried not to look at his cute ass when he bent over and did pull-ups with the weights, but let's face it...I looked. I told him to do several sets of that until his muscles felt like they were tingling a bit, and then take a break before coming back to it. I moved over to the guys on the bench. All of them were from the Junior Q, and were definitely more focused on each other than a true workout.

The guy lying down lifting the barbell was 15-year-old Cooper, and while he had his loin cloth over his waist, it was obvious from the bulge that he didn't need to work on that part. 13-year-old Ryker was his spotter, and also had his loin cloth still on, but why, I'll never know. The way he was standing, Cooper could see right under it as if he were naked anyway. It probably didn't hurt that Cooper was further up the bench than normal, with Ryker almost straddling his head. Maybe why the older boy had a full erection, or it could be because of Montana standing behind Ryker spotting the spotter. Montana was naked and pressed right up against Ryker with his hands out on either side as if to add extra support for the barbell in case Cooper needed to put it down. The fourth guy, Griffin was doing push-ups on the far side of the bench. He was completely naked, proudly showing off his package. If he slipped and fell down, he would snap that thing off, or depending on how strong it was, he might pivot on it like a teeter totter. I went up to them. "Hey guys. How's the workout going?"

"Great," Montana grinned.

"Are you inside him, or just teasing his ass with that meat between your legs?" I asked as I looked down between them.

He grinned. "It's just between his legs. Ryker is still a red band, but I wish he weren't. I'm seriously boned right now, but it feels good going back and forth anyway."

"I'm sure. Looks like the rest of you are enjoying it too," I remarked as I lifted the front of his loin cloth to check out his 6-inch erection with Montana's cock resting under his balls. "You've got Ryker hard, which has Cooper excited, and Griffin is desperately trying to workout out so he doesn't jump all three of you. Maybe you should just give in and go for it," I suggested as I moved down Cooper and had him lift his ass up. I untied his loin cloth and pulled it away to expose him, letting the others clearly see his circumcised 7 inches lying along his stomach. I took hold of it and lifted it up. "With an erection that firm it should be lifting its own barbells," I joked. "Griffin, why don't you kneel and help him out. Ryker, press that sweet cock of yours down into Cooper's mouth and let him taste it before you leak all over the floor mats. I'm sure you want to fuck him Montana, but for now, why don't you swing around and get into Griffin. He's a green band, so he'd love you in there."

The boys all switched places and began sex with each other. I glanced over at Alec who had stopped lifting his weights and was staring, almost with open mouth shock. I let the four boys get on with it and went back to Alec. "That's how you do a real work out and burn off some calories and fat."

"Are they having sex? Are they boy gay?"

"As opposed to girl gay? No idea, and they're friends so they like playing with each other," I replied. "Walk over and watch. I'm sure they'll let you join in."

"I'm good here," he blushed as he put the dumbbell in front of himself to hold things down. I didn't push him. I figure if he wants to join them, he will. I left the boys to their workout. I'm very considerate like that as I know boys can be self-conscious when they're working on their muscles. I did make a note to check Griffin's muscles later, especially his ass. You've really got to work on those squats to keep the glutes nice and firm. It was funny that out of the four boys, only Griffin was a bottom. The others were all tops. We need additional workout sessions to help them become more versatile with their routines. Hooking boys up together is easy. I should start a dating service. I wandered back outside to see how things were going, and everyone seemed to be having fun. I saw a head in the window of the treehouse, so I went up to see who was there. I half expected a mass orgy when I walked in, but there was only a single smaller guy leaning on the window sill looking out at the party. The first thing I noticed is that he had one of those really small asses where the cheeks are parted enough that his hole is always visible. I call those boys, bottoms!

He turned his head to look at me as soon as I entered. He had long brown hair and blue eyes, and looked to be maybe an early 13. "Hi," I said to him.

"Hi. Sorry, if I'm not supposed to be in here. I'll leave," he said jumping upright, and wiping his hand across his eyes.

"No worries. Feel free to go anywhere you want. I'm Justin."

"Darcy. I'm in Karate with Blake. You're one of Blake's Dad's, right? I've seen you pick him up a couple times."

"Yep. Nice to meet you, Darcy." I noticed his eyes were slightly puffy and a little red. "Are you okay?" I asked as I went up next to him and looked out the window.

"Yeah. Just taking a time out," he replied trying to compose himself.

"I hear ya," I agreed as I leaned on the window sill and looked down at the ground. I smiled to myself as I saw Colton fucking Troy against the tree right below us. Sorry, the official term for today is `seeding him.' "This looks like the best place for a time out. Damn!"

Darcy blushed. "I was looking out when they started doing it, and I didn't want to move in case they heard me. I've never actually seen two guys have sex before."

"Well you've got the perfect view, and don't worry about them. If they'd known you were up here watching, they'd have given you a better show, or invited you to join in."

"They wouldn't be interested in me, and I'd die if anyone ever saw me having sex."

"Someone would see you," I smirked.

"Why?"

"Well, the person you're with...for one."

He smiled, wiped his nose and sniffed as we stood up. "I guess, right. I should go. I'm sorry for being in here. Please don't tell anyone I was watching those guys. I was just getting ready to go home anyway."

"You're going home? Aren't you enjoying the party?"

"I don't really know anyone except Blake, and the guys in my Karate dojo."

"Then at least you know some people. Hang out with them and I'm sure others will come up and talk to you. You seem approachable to me."

"Not really. I mean I am, but people don't really want to hang out with me."

"Why? Are you an asshole or something?"

"No. At least I don't think so."

"Serial killer? That usually turns people off," I joked.

He smiled weakly. "No, not a serial killer. I dunno. I'm just not the type of guy that people want to be friends with. I mean I'm way smaller than other guys my age so that's one big barrier. There's others, but mostly it's my size, and I'm pretty shy."

"I don't see that from where I'm standing. I mean you're in a loin cloth showing off a seriously cute ass and toned body, and you're talking to me. That doesn't scream shy."

"I normally don't dress like this," he said with a little smile. "I should go though. Sorry for being up here," he repeated, wiping his eyes again.

"No need to apologize, Darcy. I'm totally glad you were up here or I'd never have met you. Maybe you might even be able to help me before you decide to leave."

"With what?"

"Well, I'm currently in University learning to be a psychologist. I have one more semester to go before I graduate and they kick my ass out into the world to help people with their lives. How about you let me practice talking with you?"

"I dunno. You're Blake's Dad, and if I said something stupid and you told him, he might share it, or make fun of me."

"You've heard of patient/doctor confidentiality, right?"

"Sure. Whatever you tell your doctor he can't repeat. Like a lawyer or priest...or a corpse."

I laughed. "Exactly. I like the corpse one. Well, how about we invoke that, and then no matter what you say to me I can't, by law, tell Blake or anyone else unless you give me permission."

"I dunno. I wouldn't really know what to say. I'm not really that interesting."

"I'm sure you're more interesting than you give yourself credit for. You're in karate for starters. That's pretty interesting. What level are you?"

"Brown belt. I'm going for my first black belt in about four months, and I'm looking forward to that."

"Wow. See, that's something seriously interesting. Never met a black belt before."

"It's a lot of work that's for sure."

"And what do you do when you're not in karate? Construction perhaps? Smashing boards to the right size with your hand for the workers?" I said trying to lighten his mood.

"No," he said with a small smile. "Go to school. Get bullied. Do homework," he shrugged.

"Why would kids bully you? You seem like a great guy to me."

"You're just saying that because you're an adult. Kids aren't like that with each other. If they find something to pick on you for, they do until you crack, and then you're done. With me, it's my size and probably because I'm super quiet most of the time. I guess I'm an easy target."

"That seems harsh."

"Welcome to high school."

High school? He seemed like he should be in middle school. "If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"

"16", he replied, surprising me slightly. I figured he was 12 or had just turned 13. Good thing I didn't say something to insult him. My training is kicking in, like a superpower.

"Great age. You get your learner's permit already?"

"Did it on my birthday," he nodded. "Passed on the first try."

"Nice. Do you get to drive a lot?"

"Not as much as I'd like," he replied, probably like every kid his age. "My Mom and step Dad won't let me drive. They said they only have the one car and can't afford to have me wreck it."

"Are you a bad driver?" I said asked with a teasing smile.

"No. I'm a really careful driver. At least I think I am. But since I don't get to do it much, I'll probably never get better."

"You will. See I've only known you for two minutes and already I know good things about you. I think if you found the right type of people, you'd have more friends than you could handle."

"That'd be nice. I guess I'd like to be that popular. Like Blake. I can't believe how many people are here for his party. It's pretty wild."

"I think he just invited everyone in the city and hoped for the best," I laughed. "Shall we go sit on the bean bag chairs?" I replied pointing to them. He nodded and walked over to plop down on one. It gave me another opportunity to check out his perky ass. Now that I knew he was 16, I definitely had to sit down, or he'd be getting a strong visual of just how much I liked him.

"Did you guys really go to the Amazon?" Darcy asked as we got comfortable.

"We really did. It's extremely hot and humid down there, but it was fun to learn new cultures."

"I'd like to see that someday."

"Then you'd have to be more comfortable naked. If you think Blake's party is wild, try living naked 24/7, and with both men and women around."

"That'd be tough for sure. I heard some of Blake's stories and it sounded like he made half of them up."

"Probably not. It was really a unique and eye-opening experience. I know you said you're shy and quiet, but you don't seem like that to me. Most guys your age don't carry on real conversations. At least not in person."

"I'm okay talking to people, and adults are much easier than kids, but I can't go up and just talk to someone I don't know."

"Stranger danger, huh?" I grinned. "I always hated that `don't talk to strangers' rule.' I mean everyone is a stranger until you actually talk to them. Seems counter-productive."

"Never thought about that. I don't really have things in common with most guys my age, and being smaller, they treat me like I'm 12 instead of 16."

"Kick their asses and show them you're a 16-year-old black belt," I joked.

"I'd be thrown out of karate if I did that. It's only for self defence. We're never to use it for offensive action."

"Too bad. Take down a couple bullies would get you some serious street cred. How long have you been doing karate?"

"Eight years. I go twice a week, and I even teach some of the little kids who are starting out. They're kinda cute to watch."

"I'll bet. I can almost picture them in their little costumes, trying to wrestle each other."

"They're not costumes. It's called a gi," he said trying to educate me. I already knew that but I was trying to give him something to focus on, and since he was so good at karate, it was a great place to concentrate our conversation.

"I'm surprised that you wouldn't be allowed to use your karate to defend yourself with bullies. Show them you can't be intimidated. A karate chop to the side of the head, followed by a Vulcan neck pinch, and boom, you got it resolved. That would stop things instantly, wouldn't it?"

"Not really. Karate has helped me focus enough to prevent major panic attacks that I used to get all the time, but we learn that karate is for self defence, ideally in life threatening situations. Being humiliated or embarrassed isn't exactly life threatening. Annoying sure, but I can't make them be friends with me, so what would I accomplish?"

"It is threatening though, especially if it's making you depressed and introverted, when that doesn't seem to be the real you, from what I see. One good session to defend yourself and it might all end, and get you some respect."

"They'd probably come at me even more to challenge me, and then I'd be fighting all the time. That would be worse. I know I could defend against any of these guys no matter what they tried, so I like the fact that it's there if I need it, but if they know you're that into a martial art, they push you to see if you'll crack and fight back. That would be the opposite of what the whole ideal is. I've seen it happen to guys, and there's always someone who thinks they're tougher and can take you down. I don't want that to be me."

"Sounds like you have some confidence if you're that strong minded and disciplined already. If I can ask, what sort of things do the bullies do to you?"

"Lots of things. Sometimes they slam you against the lockers and make a sound like a pinball machine, treating me like I'm the ball. In gym class, the bullies pants guys to embarrass you in front of the girls. In the locker room is the worst. I get grabbed and stripped a lot while they make comments like `let's see if he's even gone through puberty yet'. I'm the one they pick on the most, because I'm the smallest. I try not to let I bother me, but it sucks. I think other guys avoid me because they figure if they hang out with me, they'll be a target too, so that means I don't have any friends either. That's the worst part."

"Their loss. Have you talked to your parents about this before?"

"God, no. I could never tell my Mom personal stuff, and my step Dad is a redneck asshole. He picks on me more than the guys at school."

"Well, I'd recommend you find someone you can talk to that you trust. The bullying needs to stop so you can enjoy school and make some cool friends. Why were you so upset when I came in? Was someone here bullying you? If they were, I'll kick their ass for you."

He gave me a light smile. "So you'd bully them to stop them bullying?" I just raised my eyebrows and smiled to let him know I was joking. "That was just me being stupid, I guess. I saw those guys having sex and I got all emotional. I mean I want sex more than anything, but if I can't even make friends, then how is that ever gonna happen?"

"What were you thinking when you saw them?"

"I thought, holy shit! Those guys are fucking!" He said with a bit of humour.

"Where you thinking that you wanted to join in with them?"

He looked at me as if I'd suddenly stabbed him in the stomach and he was watching the blood run out. His eyes welled up again. "Was it obvious?" he asked.

"Only to me because I'm used to it," I said smiling as gently as I could.

"Shit. Please, please, don't say anything. That would make it a thousand times worse at school. It's bad enough they pick on me for being small, but if they thought I was gay too, I'd never make it."

"Do you identify as gay?"

"Not outside my head. You're the first one that I think has figured it out."

"Don't worry, I promise nothing we say leaves the two of us, but straight or gay, it really doesn't matter what others think of you. It just matters what you think of you."

"Well, that's easy. I don't think much of me. I'm short for my age, and I can't go up and talk to anyone without breaking into a cold sweat, and on top of that, I'm gay and ugly. It's like I was built to be alone forever."

"First, you're not ugly, you're an incredibly good-looking guy, and that is not coming from an adult; it's coming from a pretty picky gay guy. You're sure not sweating talking to me. I'd say you're just struggling to be a teenager, like every other teenager out there."

"Yeah, well, you aren't in school when some guy is with his friends and laughs at you when he thinks you have an erection and points it out to everyone. Then they all look."

"I used to be. It's sort of a teenage boy thing to embarrass each other about boners, whether you have one or not. I used to think I had more boners than anyone. Turns out I had just the right amount. 100 a day," I grinned trying to make him feel better. "What would happen if the guy they were teasing didn't care?"

"I dunno. Most just snap back that they don't have one, and try to hide their crotch from all the eyes."

"And it probably gets worse?"

"Usually. The guys will try to knock your books down, or pull your hands away so everyone can see you better."

"Let's try a little experiment. Pretend I'm one of the guys in school and call me out for having a boner. Imagine that we have a few other guys around too. Can you act that out?"

"I think so," he replied.

"Good. Try it."

"Ha! Check out that guy. He has a boner," Darcy said pointing at me.

"You don't get boners? Wow, I'd see a doctor if I were you," I said back to him. Darcy just stared at me. "Keep going. Think of how one of the bullies might respond."

"I don't get them in school, weirdo," he added trying to sound confident, but coming across as a weak acting performance.

"You don't? Christ, I bone up 10 times a day seeing hot chicks; or say something like `I guess when you have a big dick, the boner is more obvious. Maybe that explains why no one has seen you with one.'"

"Dude!" Darcy laughed gently. "I'd be dead in seconds."

"He's calling you out in front of everyone, whether you have a boner or not. He gets his fun from embarrassing and humiliating you. You just have to take that power away. "Maybe just a casual approach, like `yeah, I have a huge boner. Thanks for looking at it.' Anything that allows you to own the attempted insult gives you back control."

"Oh sure, then he says something like `a guy as small as you would have a dick just as small.'"

"Well, if it were me, I'd reply with a loud comment like oh my god, are you seriously asking to see my dick?' Maybe add, you do know that height doesn't dictate dick size, right? Maybe all my growing went there instead. I mean it must if you noticed I had a boner.'"

"I couldn't be that confident, but it's fun to think about," he said with a light smile, with sadness hidden just below the surface.

"What about in the locker room when they jump you? What would happen if you just got naked first?"

"Huh?"

"You said they do it when you're in your underwear. So why not get naked and go into the shower on your own."

"God! I'd never be able to do that."

"Why not? If they call you out for showering, just say `you might be okay stinking all day, but personally, I'd rather have girls saying I smell good. They don't need to know you're not looking for a girl."

"Only one problem with your plan. If got naked in a locker room with a bunch of other guys, I'd almost be guaranteed to get a boner. Then I really would get bullied, like ALL the time."

"That's where practicing helps. Take today for example. Instead of going home, lose the loin cloth and go jump in the mud pit. You'll know you're naked, but the mud will make it feel like you have something on. That's how a lot of the boys are handling it. Trust me you're not the only down there worried about a boner today, but they're all having fun anyway. Or go jump in the pool. That always works, and if it doesn't, it at least hides you a bit. You might have several incidents where you have to sit down to get back under control, but eventually you'd get used to it."

He shook his head. "I couldn't do that. It would be tough enough to talk to someone if they had clothes on."

"You're not a fan of nudity?"

"Ummm, no, I'm not a prude or anything. It's just I see some of these guys all the time at karate or school. It would be too strange if we saw each other without clothes, especially if anything happened while I was talking to them. I'd die."

"It's pretty much a level field out there. Just go up and start talking to people you know already, or make new friends."

"It's not exactly the basis for a good friendship to start it with `loved seeing your ass at the party the other day."

I laughed. "Now that could be taken two ways. See, you're a pretty funny guy. I'm sure some of them are just as nervous as you, the only difference is that they probably haven't experienced the bullying as bad as you, so they don't have to climb over that hurdle first before they climb over the nudity one."

"Makes sense," he agreed.

"You just need some confidence. How about you and I go downstairs and focus on talking to each other, ignoring all the other guys."

He shook his head rapidly. "I'd definitely have a panic attack. I thought these loin cloths might hide more than they do, but you can kinda see everything when you walk. If anything happened, I'd probably pass out."

"To handle the panic attack, you look right into my eyes and focus on nothing but my voice."

Darcy smiled. "I wish I were as confident as Blake. He doesn't have a problem with this stuff at all does he?"

"Not usually. But I wish he were more like you. Polite, quiet and somewhat shy. I like those traits. But he wasn't always like this. He used to be nervous too. I can promise that within a very short period of time you get bored of the whole naked thing and ignore it."

"I dunno about that."

"You do. Every guy that's ever come over and gone skinny dipping has worried about it at first, and by the time they head home they've forgotten about their clothes and are running all over the place."

"Probably straight guys," he reasoned.

"Every guy gets the hang of it eventually. That I can promise. First time I did it I felt like the whole world was watching me and laughing. Now, I handled being in the Amazon for a couple weeks never wearing a thing. It just takes practice. How's Blake doing in karate?" I asked changing the subject.

"He's awesome. Blake is one of those guys who everyone likes, and he pays close attention to the lesson and learns quickly. I have a feeling he'll catch up to me in no time, which would be cool because then we could partner more."

"Good to hear, but he pays attention? Are you sure we're talking about Blake? Horny little blond kid, talkative, sometimes hyperactive?"

"I think he's the coolest guy I know. I wish I were two years younger, so I could be friends with him. He's the type of guy I'd love to hang out with."

"So why don't you?"

"He wouldn't want to spend time with me, he already has tons of friends."

"He has lots of people around because he likes to be the center of attention. I mean how many 14-year olds do you know throw a naked party and get everyone to join in?"

"None. Zero. But then I don't know many people, so there's that," he admitted.

"You and Blake must get along already. I mean he invited you to his party, didn't he?"

"He invited the whole dojo, so I don't think he singled me out. I mean he knows who I am as we partner on the odd lesson, but other than that, I don't really know him that well."

"But you'd like to?"

"I wish. He's totally the type of guy I dream about," he said and then blushed and looked at me. "Oh shit. Don't tell him I said that. I didn't mean Blake specifically. I mean I wouldn't do anything with him, if that's what you're thinking. Shit, I should just be quiet."

I laughed. "Darcy, relax. I can tell you right now that Blake would be more than happy to be your friend. Since you both have karate in common, why not ask if he'd like to train with you sometime?"

"He'd probably think I was insulting him if I offered," he replied. Darcy really did have an inferiority complex but it was only surface deep. I don't believe it's going to take much to give him more confidence. He just needs the tools.

"I could ask him if he'd like you to tutor him. That way it would look like I was the one suggesting it. If he didn't want it, then you lose nothing, and knowing Blake, it would give him a reason to talk to you as he told you how embarrassing I was as a parent. That's pretty much the job of every teen."

"I don't think you're embarrassing at all. My parents barely even know I exist."

"I'm sure they do."

"Nope. I could disappear for a week and then go home, and they'd never know I was gone. My step Dad doesn't even know when my birthday is."

"I'm pretty sure they'd notice. If you were my son, I'd notice if you weren't here. I mean we miss Blake when he's away. Usually because it's peaceful and quiet, but we'd still miss him."

Darcy laughed.

"How about we focus on getting you noticed then? Let's go take a walk around maybe I can introduce you to some guys, then when you're ready, hand me the loin cloth and jump in the mud or the pool. I think you'll have fun with it."

"I'd never make it. Being naked isn't something I'm very good at," he admitted, again sounding nervous.

"It's only because you've identified that naked is a bad thing, or something to be ashamed of, probably because the bullies at school use it to intimidate. What do you wear to bed?"

"T-shirt and underwear."

"Do you get privacy in your room or do your parents barge in on you all the time?"

"No, they never come in my room. I mean except to pick on me, my step Dad avoids me, and my Mom would never walk into my room without knocking."

"Okay, so from now on, sleep with nothing on. You'll find it exciting at first and you'll probably have more boners than you'd like, but eventually it feels natural. Also, while you're in your room: do your homework, play video games, do everything you normally do, but without clothes."

"That would be strange, that's for sure," he admitted as he paused. "But I could try I guess."

"Great. The next thing you do is when a friend is over and the opportunity presents itself, you change in front of him as if it's no big deal. Don't say anything, just change out of all your clothes. If he makes a comment, just shrug it off like `What? You never change your clothes? Gross!'"

He stared at me. "I never have anyone over `cause I don't have any friends. I'm not exactly the kind of guy that people want to see naked."

"You're seriously underestimating yourself. You are very handsome. Those eyes are incredible, and look at the rest of you. Perfect pecs, and I count at least 40 abs."

"It's an eight pack," he corrected.

"You know that very few guys achieve that, right? That's probably something else you can thank karate for. You see that `V' shape there? That takes an insane amount of work," I said as I pointed at it.

"I guess karate and swimming help with that."

"It looks good on you. Not to embarrass you at all, but it also is good for the glutes. I mean that bum of yours is very nice. Once you get a boyfriend, you're gonna have trouble getting him to stop touching it."

He blushed. "I doubt that, but thanks."

"Other than karate, what else do you enjoy?"

"Swimming, hiking, skiing, movies, video games, music, stuff like that."

"Would you want a friend that likes the same things or different things?"

"I dunno. I guess we'd have to like some of the same things, but I think it'd also be cool if they liked different stuff too. We'd get to try other things that way."

"That seems logical, and mature. Would your friends have to be attractive? Tall, short, fat, skinny?"

"If it was just a friend, no. I don't think those things would matter as long as they were nice and we got along, but if I were thinking of a boyfriend, then I think I'd have to be attracted to him for sure. Is that wrong?"

"No. Physical attraction is a main cause of getting to know someone. There's nothing wrong with it as long as you have the other characteristics of a friend in there too. Of course, if you're just looking to get laid and not form a relationship, I think physical attraction becomes the main focal point."

"I wouldn't know about that," he said quietly.

"I'll bet you know more than you think. Is there a boy out there that makes your knees go all weak, your heart starts to pound harder, and you almost can't breathe when you see him?"

He nodded. "I don't do anything though. I couldn't. They'd kill me."

"You think someone would kill you because you thought they were good-looking, and that you liked them?"

He nodded. "They'd look at me and figure I was a freak."

I tried not to laugh at just how insecure he was. "Let me ask you this. If I came up to you and told you I thought you were a very good-looking guy, and that I'd like to get to know you better, would you try to kill me?"

He chuckled slightly. "No, of course not."

"What if I said you thought you were cute and incredibly sexy? Would you think I was a freak?"

"No. Blind maybe, but not a freak."

"Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not blind. Is there anyone you have a crush on?"

He nodded.

"Would I know them? I might be able to introduce you and help you at least break the ice."

He paused and looked away from me. "I can't really tell you. You'd probably ask me to leave your house."

I grinned slightly. "Okay, so your crush is Blake. Got it."

"What?!" he said quickly. "I never said that. Shit. Please don't tell him. I'd never do anything with him, I promise. I just think he's so good looking with a great smile all the time. Shit, I'm so stupid."

"Darcy. Take a breath. If you like Blake, tell him that. He'll love it."

"I couldn't."

"If you don't approach people to see their reactions to you, you'll never know your strengths and weaknesses."

"More weaknesses than strengths," he said quietly.

"You don't give yourself enough credit, Darcy. I've met a lot of boys, and you have more going for you than a lot of them, but you don't believe it because of those bullies who pick on you for one thing that you have no control over...your size. Well maybe it's time to prove them wrong. Hang out with me downstairs. I don't know every guy down there, but I'll introduce you to some. Both straight and gay and see who you like and who you get along with. If you tell them you're in karate, you'll have an instant ice breaker as a conversation."

"I don't see how that would get worked into it. I can't exactly go up and say `Hi I'm Darcy, I'm a brown belt in karate.' Would feel unnatural, or that I was trying to brag or something."

"Just talk about what you enjoy about the party. Maybe ask what school they go to. Talk about something funny or interesting you see right at that moment."

"I couldn't. No one is really interested in me, so it would be stupid to try and make them talk to me."

"How about I do the introductions then? Once they start to talk back, you're pretty good at keeping it going."

"You won't tell them I'm gay, right? You promised."

"No one should ever take that moment away from you. That's for you to decide."

He took a deep breath. "I guess I could try, but if I can't do it, can I go home?"

"As long as you give it your best shot. I'll promise you no one down there will pick on you, and if you find yourself reacting to seeing boys naked, just ignore it and nobody will even notice."

This boy was going to take more than one of my infamous ten-minute sessions to fix. That should be my slogan. I'll fix you up in ten minutes and have you on your way.' It needs work. Shrinked and ready in just ten minutes!' Darcy just needs a good dicking and he'll have that self confidence he needs. Right now, we stood up and he adjusted his loin cloth to make sure it gave the best coverage. I walk behind him slightly, mainly so I could check out his seriously sweet ass. It was taking all my energy not to reach out and take a feel of it. I'm pretty sure my left hand slapped my right hand at least twice to prevent it groping him. As we headed down the ramp from the treehouse to the ground, he moved closer and slightly behind me. Probably checking out my ass. At least in my mind he was. "You okay?" I asked looking over at him.

"Yeah. It's just I can feel my nerves already. I don't think I'm going to be able to do this."

"You'll be okay. Maybe rip the band-aid off fast. Find one you like, say hi, slap him on the ass, and give him a kiss. That should break the ice."

"I'll get right on that," he replied sarcastically as he looked at me with those adorable blue eyes.

"Good! I look forward to the results," I nodded as I took a page out of Blake's handbook and pretended I didn't know shit about sarcasm. "Let's see if we can find Blake first. He might be a good one to go talk to since you already know him, and he's usually with a few people." I thought he might be in the kitchen, or at least at the dining room near the food, but he wasn't. The only person there was Stone who was leaning on his elbows at the far end of the island. "Hey Stone, you seen Blake recently?"

"Mmmmm, I saw him about 10 minutes ago, showing some guys around the underground garage. Ohhhhhh," he moaned.

"Thanks. What's going on over there?" I grinned as Darcy followed me behind the island.

"Just getting a blowie from Ryker. The boy has skills. No gag reflex. He wanted to see if he could take me, so I let him." Ryker glanced over and waved without stopping. Another Junior `Q' earning his stripes.

"Very considerate of you. This is Darcy. Pull out for a sec, and let Darcy see that nice piece of Stone," I joked.

"Funny!" Stone remarked as he pulled back and Darcy's eyes almost jumped right out of his head.

"Holy shit. Now I know I'm small for my age. Fuck. I thought my penis was the one area that I didn't have to worry about."

"I'm sure it isn't," I told him. "Stone is just very well hung and usually has a line-up of guys wanting to try that thing out. Make sure I'm on the list before you go home," I grinned as I slapped Stone on the ass with a bit of a push to watch him re-enter Ryker's mouth. The boy had his legs wide apart, his back pressed tight against the island and took the full length of Stone's 9½ inches. He was obviously enjoying himself as his 5½ inches was rock hard...wait...I mean he was as hard as `Stone'... and stroking it furiously as he swallowed the monster piece of meat.

"How old were those guys," Darcy asked as we left the kitchen.

"Stone is your age, and Ryker is 13."

"God, I could never have the guts to do that."

"What, suck or be sucked?"

"Either. I need to sit down for a second though," he said looking down. We made a beeline for the closest chair and he rushed to sit. I offered to get him a drink and went to get it for him while he calmed down. I didn't want to leave him unattended for too long or he'd be heading for the door. When I got back, he still looked like he'd just seen someone run over his dog, but other than that look of fear, he seemed fine. He downed his drink as if he were dehydrated from a week of crawling through a desert. "But you see what I mean? That Stone guy is like twice my size...like everywhere...and didn't even notice me."

"He noticed you. He checked you out a couple times, but in fairness, I think his focus was more on the blowjob he was getting. As for twice your size. Stone is big for his age...like everywhere...but he's one of the nicest guys I know. His boyfriend lives next door so they're over here all the time. Trust me, if you like Stone, I can see that the two of you get to know each other. Once you've had him inside you, you'll want sex 24/7."

"I'd have to pass. I couldn't do that stuff with him at all."

"He wouldn't expect it. But he and Colton would be great guys to be friends with." I didn't tell him that Colton's family were naturists as that might not be a strong selling point at the moment. We talked casually about other things until he was ready to continue our walk, and headed downstairs to search for Blake. It didn't help that we had to pass the pool and hot tub to get down to the lower floor where the garage was, as everyone was naked. The mud and paint in the pool might never come out, but at least the guys seemed like they were having fun. I saw several guys going in and out of both the sauna and the steam room, as well as the foam room, many with erections. I don't know if Darcy also saw it, but I didn't stop to point it out as I wanted him to get used to the idea that it was as normal as normal gets. At least in our house it is. Taking him into any of those rooms might be challenging as you never know what action you'll stumble across, and he definitely wasn't ready for that. We headed down to the lower level where the doors to the underground garage were wide open.

"Holy crap! You have cars down here?" Darcy exclaimed with surprise. "These are wicked!" I guess he never made it to the full house tour. Maybe tickets were sold out when he arrived.

"Yeah, we have some of the more interesting cars down here," I replied.

"How do you get them out?" He asked looking around.

"At the back there's an elevator that can take the cars up and down," I mentioned.

"So cool!" He remarked as we headed in to take a look. At first, I thought we were alone, but then I saw Blake off to the left with a couple guys. One was bent over the trunk of a car, being fucked by the other, as Blake watched right next to them, slowly jerking himself off.

"Hey Blake!" I said as we approached, pretending we hadn't been searching for him. "Just showing your buddy Darcy around."

The two guys quickly jumped apart and took off as if I'd yelled fire or something. I guess they're not used to parents walking in on them. Maybe it isn't the same at their house. Blake turned to face us. "Way to cock block me, Dad. I was just about to get a turn. Hey Darcy!"

"Uhhhmmm, hi Blake," Darcy said quietly as I could almost hear him swallowing nervously. It probably didn't help that his crush was fully hard in front of him.

"I'm sure you'll live Blake," I assured him. "It's not like you can't get laid in another five minutes."

"Not with you popping up like a bad zit, I can't. Do your parents cock block you like this?" He asked Darcy.

Darcy shrugged. "No. My parents pretty much just ignore me," he replied.

"See Dad! Normal parents. They ignore him and don't bust in when he's trying to get some."

"Well most boys wouldn't be trying to get some in a parking garage," I retorted. I didn't look at Darcy as I had a feeling he might enjoy parents who spent more time with him, and he certainly would appreciate any opportunity to `get some'. "Darcy was telling me that you're in karate together," I said changing the direction of the conversation as I could see the tent forming under Darcy's loin cloth.

"Yeah, he's a brown belt. Gonna be going for your black belt soon though, right?" Blake grinned looking at his karate buddy.

"In a few months, yeah," Darcy acknowledged.

"I can't wait to learn all the things you know. I'd be able to kick ass, take names and identify the bodies."

Darcy laughed quietly. "I've been doing it a while. It's pretty much the only thing I do." He just stood there frozen in place as he looked at Blake. God, he really did have it bad. This was worse than me when I first met `Marvin'. Since when is Blake this hot?

"Darcy and I have been talking," I said to fill in the pause.

"About?"

"We've been talking about you?"

"Me? What did I do?"

"Why do you always assume you did something?"

"Cause I usually do. I get into trouble a lot," Blake revealed to Darcy.

"Me too," Darcy said quietly.

"I found Darcy hanging out in the treehouse being nice and quiet, and thought how great it might be to trade you for him," I said filling in the pause.

"You could do better, Darcy," Blake giggled.

"Darcy was telling me he does karate tutoring in his spare time. I thought since you guys are in the same dojo, maybe you'd like some extra lessons."

"Hell yeah! I could just imagine the look on our Sensei's face if I showed up knowing half the shit you know. I'd be a black belt in no time." Blake stopped and stared at us. "You should come over tomorrow, if you're free."

"I'm free most of the time," Darcy replied beginning to look nervous again.

"Cool. Maybe in the afternoon at like 1 or something. I'm probably gonna sleep late. You can sleepover if you want. Lots of the guys are. We'll stay up all night and party our asses off, if Justin doesn't scare more guys away."

"I'd have to go home, but I can be here at one if you really wanna train together."

"That'd be tight, dude!"

"It'd be the only thing that'd be tight about you," I said to Blake inappropriately. He just glared at me as if I were the most embarrassing person on the planet.

"See what happens when old folks don't get laid? They get bitchy," Blake chuckled looking past me at Darcy who looked like he was about to be sick. "I should go see if I can find those guys that you traumatised and see if I can still get my turn. Catch ya later, Darcy."

"Don't forget your loin cloth," Darcy said helpfully looking around.

"Meh. Don't need one. What kind of host of a naked party would I be if I wasn't naked? Gotta show off the goods if I wanna get seeding action happening," he reasoned. "Oh, by the way Justin, Dante's been looking for you," he added. I thanked him and he took off with Darcy standing there trying to hide the fact he had an erection under his protective covering.

"See, now you have a perfect opportunity to get to know Blake better. He likes people, and basically says what he's thinking."

Darcy just shrugged as he looked around at the cars. "I saw. If I ever told my parents that they were cock blocking me, I'd get grounded until I was 25."

"I should try that with Blake. I wonder if it might slow him down a bit," I smirked.

"He's so different than me. I could never stand here watching guys have sex and masturbate, and I sure as hell wouldn't want my Dad to see me with a boner. I'd have to leave home I'd be so embarrassed."

"You get used to it around here. If we hid every time we had one, we'd never come out into the light. You just need to feel more comfortable with it. Even something simple like getting a hug is a good place to start."

"The only person that ever hugged me was my Mom, and the last time that happened, I was probably 12 and had fallen off my bike."

"Well around here they're as common as burgers at McDonald's. Tell Blake you've not had one, and he'll quickly rectify that situation for you. Then at least you'll be one step closer to being friends."

"Or he'll think I'm weird," he shrugged. "Ummm, can I look inside the Bugatti?"

"Sure, they're all unlocked."

"You don't lock them?" He asked looking at me surprised.

"Nah, we keep the keys in a secure lock box, plus the elevator needs a code to activate it, so they're pretty safe from theft down here.

"I guess that's true," he said as he opened the door and bent over to look at the interior. "This is tight. I'd love to take a ride in it some day and open it up."

"I was thinking the same thing," I remarked as I stood behind him. I think I licked my lips as I stared at his cute ass up in the air just begging for the ride to be opened up. I saw right to the virgin rosebud. I love small asses with cheeks apart like that.

"What?" He asked looking back at me.

"Nothing. Just responding. Wasn't sure we were still talking about the car," I teased without him catching on.

"This is so lit. I would do anything to drive a car like this," he said gushing over it.

"Define anything," I remarked.

"Anything. I love cars. I'd sit in it but I don't want you to get mad at me for putting my bare butt on the seats."

This is where I offer to sit on the seat first, and let him sit on my lap, accidentally slipping my erection into his hole telling him it's the stick shift. I'm trying to remain professional today, but come on, the boy is a gay virgin, naked, and making comments like he'd love to ride it and open it up. This is like every bad porn script ever! "No worries, just turn your loin cloth around and sit on that."

"Ummm, I probably shouldn't," he said hesitantly.

"Right, the whole someone might see you naked thing," I said with a smile. "Still no problem," I remarked as I undid my loin cloth and flung it on the seat. I mean I honestly couldn't care less if he sat his bare ass on the seat, but this was giving him another chance to deal with his nerves.

"Thanks," he said as he got in the car as I stood beside the door. I couldn't see his eyes, but from the way his head was turned, I guessed he was probably looking at my dick as much as at the interior of the car.

I let him stay behind the wheel for a couple minutes and then knelt down to talk to him. "Cool car, huh?"

"The coolest. I'd love to drive a car like this one day."

"Remind me tomorrow when you're here, and we can take it out and I'll let you drive."

"No way!" He said staring at me excitedly.

"Oh, okay. I thought you'd like to drive it," I grinned.

"I do! I mean no way...you'd let me drive it for real?" He said almost hyperventilating.

"Sure. Just make sure you have your license with you. I'll let you drive anywhere you want tomorrow, and for as long as you like, if you do two things for me right now."

"Ummm, sure. Anything."

"I smiled at him. Be careful what you agree to before hearing them," I warned with a grin. "First, hand me your loin cloth and keep it off as long as you're in here checking out the other cars."

"What's the second thing?" He asked looking like he was about to pass out.

"I want you to go up upstairs and introduce yourself to a boy you think is cute. It should be someone you don't already know. Then carry on a small conversation with him."

"How would I do that?"

"Just go up and say `Hi, I'm Darcy. Great party.' Or something as equally easy. Maybe do it while getting food, or watching someone on the trampoline."

"I dunno. What if they look at me and just walk away?"

"I doubt anyone would do that, and even if they did, then that's not someone I'd want to know anyway, would you?"

"I guess not."

"I mean if it were me at this party, I'd walk over to where you saw those guys fucking at the treehouse, stand next to someone watching and say `damn, I wish that were me,'" I said trying to keep a straight face to get his reaction.

"I'll stick with your first idea, maybe. While getting food or something."

"Think you can do those two things? Then you can drive any car in here for as long as you want tomorrow."

"I can probably do the second thing, but what if I take my loin cloth off and I...you know...something happens?"

"You get a boner? Like every guy on the planet? You should see it as a positive, not a negative. If that happens in a room full of gay guys, an erection is like saying hello. With a guy as cute as you, you'll have someone on their knees giving you a blowjob before you can say your name."

"Yeah, right. That doesn't happen," he chuckled lightly.

"Guess you'll have to wait until you're in a room full of gay guys to find out."

"I'd be way too embarrassed to get an erection in front of anyone though. No one's ever seen it before."

"You mean your penis, or the boner? Because I'm sure the guys that pants you in the locker room have seen your penis."

He blushed. "I meant the boner."

"Then you need to work on letting it out, and get used to being nude. By the time you finish checking out all the other cars in here, you'll have forgotten that you don't have anything on."

"I doubt it."

"Trust me. Once you've seen enough people without their clothes, eventually it's just boring. Whadda ya say? Wanna hand over the loin cloth?"

"I'll need a second," he admitted as he held his hand over his crotch.

"Whenever you're ready, but I'll bet your erection looks incredible."

He blushed. "I doubt it." He slowly untied the loin cloth and kept his hands over his crotch as he handed it to me. "Isn't this like second base or something?" He said trying to make a joke.

"I have no idea what happens on each base," I said as I took the garment from him. "All I know is the end goal is to get a home run, and that means some serious scoring!!"

"Which car do you want to check out next?" I asked trying not to stare openly at his crotch and make him feel more self-conscious. I could see that he was sporting decent size wood, maybe six and a half inches, and I already knew he was circumcised from what I'd seen flashes of earlier. He looked out of the car and around the garage. "It's okay, it's just you and me here," I assured him.

"Can we go look at the red Lamborghini?"

"Great choice. You know your cars, huh?"

"I've looked at a few. Not like I could afford one, but one day maybe. How much are these cars worth?"

"The one you're in I think was 2 million. The Lambo was just short of five. It's a limited edition Veneno."

"Five million bucks?" There's no way I could drive that one. If I even got it dirty it'd probably cost thousands to wash."

I laughed. "Probably, but we have a few guys that take care of them for us. There's two that not even I would dream of driving. That's the Vintage Alpha Romeo and the Aston Martin. Each of them cost over 20 million. Colin's a collector and I have no idea why he'd pay that much, but it's his money."

"Fuck, which ones are they?" He asked straining to look around from his seated position in the Bugatti.

"Come on, I'll show you. I stood up and paused for a second, pretending to look around. I was just giving him an eye level visual of my junk. I walked away slowly and heard him get out of the car. He followed me over to the 1956 Aston Martin. "This is the most expensive car in the collection so far, although if I know Colin, no doubt he'll buy something even more rare one day." Darcy still had a hand over his crotch as he checked it out.

"It's a cool looking car, but I don't think I'd pay that much for it even if I had the money," he admitted. "I still like the Lamborghini's better."

"Between you and me, I do too. I'm not a big fan of the old cars. I'm more of a new car guy." He looked around at some of the other cars, and at one point as he looked inside, he let his hand off his penis, which gave me a nice chance to see everything. We strolled over to the Veneno, and I let him pull the door up to look inside.

"Yeah! This is the car I'd want," he said as he bent over to look inside. I wish he'd stop doing that as his ass was just begging for someone to come along and use it. That someone would be me. "Do you wanna put something on the seat so I can sit in it?" He asked politely.

"Nah. Just get in. We don't worry about stuff like that." He got behind the wheel and I went to the passenger side. He was so fascinated by the interior that he seemed to have totally forgotten that he was naked. Funny how that works.

"This is the car I'd want to drive. I can't even believe I'm sitting in it. This is maybe the best day of my life."

"We went from you wanting to go home and being upset, to the best day of your life? Glad I could help."

He looked down, and his brain must have shot him back to reality as he put his hand back over his crotch and pushed his penis between his legs as he became nervous again.

"Hey. Don't go backward. You're doing great," I said as I gently took his wrist and pulled it off him. "Just ignore it."

"I'm trying, but this is the first time I've done something like this," he admitted.

"Yeah, I remember my first time sitting in a Lamborghini too. It was epic," I said nodding with a light smile.

"I meant being naked around someone, on purpose," he quickly corrected.

"I know. I was just trying to help you ignore that. Any other cars you wanna see?" I said shifting focus again.

"Maybe the Ankonian."

"Good choice. That's the one Blake likes as he calls it the Batmobile."

"I can see that," he said as he got out of the Veneno and closed the door. His hand was back over his crotch as we walked over to see the Ankonian. Once he was in and looking at everything, you could see him visibly relax once more. He was just getting out of the car when Dante strolled in the garage. Darcy quickly shot both hands over his crotch.

"Hey Justin! Blake said you might still be down here," he grinned as he walked over to us in his loin cloth, his body covered in decorative paint.

"Yeah, I'm showing Darcy some of the cars. He just got his license, so I told him he could take one of them out tomorrow. Darcy, this is Dante."

"Hey!" Dante said smiling as he checked Darcy out. "Wicked, I can't wait until I get my license. It feels like that's gonna take forever. I mean it's stupid, right? I'm old enough for sex, but not to drive. Who makes these rules?"

"Now you sound like Blake," I laughed. "He's always complaining about age limits on things. He said you wanted to see me. What's up?" I asked. "Sorry, did you need to talk to me in private?"

"No, it's fine," Dante replied. "This is actually a pretty lit party. Blake was telling us about some of the stuff from the Amazon," "Is it true that twins are considered one person?"

"In the Yugenagi tribe, yes," I answered.

"And that if one dies the other is killed so they can stay together?"

"Also true," I nodded.

"Wow, that would suck. I mean it would be the worst type of suck if my brother died, but it would extra suck if they killed me too."

"I'd have to agree with both those statements."

"Anyway, me and Kellan have been talking, and he wants to change his band from purple to green. We came up with a cool idea if you'd be into it. Wanna hear what it is?" He beamed.

"Sure. My interest is piqued."

"Ummm, we were thinking after hearing those Amazon rules, that maybe instead of you just fucking Kellan, it would be fun if you could ask one of your brothers to play with us too? It'd be wicked hot for twins to do twins don'tcha think?"

"Let me guess. While Kellan is giving up his cherry you don't want to be left out?" I grinned.

"I mean if twins are only considered one person, then it only makes sense for a twin to fuck a twin. It'd be like one person doing one person if all four of us were together," he reasoned with a big grin. "Me and Kellan talked about doing it with each other first to see if he could handle it, but he wanted you to be his first."

"I'd be happy to, and I love the idea. When did you want to do it?"

"Soon. He's got it in his head that he wants it to happen, so now he's bugging the shit out of me. I tried a small dildo in him, and he came so fast I barely even knew we'd started. He's such a fuckin' lightweight. We could do something like synchronized sex. Whatever one pair does, the other does it at the same time."

"Sounds hot. We might need a script at that rate. You two should plan to spend the night and we'll take our time."

"Yeah. We'll fuck him so much that we'll wreck him," he nodded with a giant smile.

"Typical brother," I teased as I moved forward and reached under his loin cloth to grab his junk, while at the same time untying it. He grabbed it as it fell away. "Just make sure you have these balls nice and full when you come over. I can already imagine some of the positions we'll get into."

"Like what?" Dante asked as he got an almost instant erection while I stroked him slowly.

"Guess you'll have to wait to find out, but I'm sure when you 69 with Kellan, you'll love that each of you are getting drilled from behind at the same time."

"Shit. That's hot. Now I know why everyone wants sex with you," he grinned. "Thanks Justin. I can't wait. I'll text you tonight."

"I look forward to it. If Kellan's ass is as fine as yours, it'll be a great night. Remember, save those loads."

"You know it!" He said happily as he leaned in to kiss me, grabbing my cock as he did it. "Nice meeting you Darcy. Come hang out with us when you're done picking out a car to drive. You're so lucky. I can't wait to drive. I already know which one I want to take out. The Marussia B2 is mine baby!" He bounced off with his boner swinging back and forth on front of him.

Darcy looked at me as soon as he'd left; opened his mouth and then closed it. He went slightly red and then opened his mouth again but nothing came out.

"What?" I grinned.

"Ummm, did he just ask you to fuck his twin brother?"

"Sure. Seems right since I fucked Dante already. I guess Kellan figured if his brother enjoyed it, he might too."

"I'll never be that outgoing. You just took hold of his cock and played with it while you talked."

"Yeah, and if you'd been out, we'd probably both have had some fun with him over the hood of one of the cars," I smiled. "He's got a nice cock so it's a shame not to play with it. Did you like it?"

"I tried not to look in case he thought I was being creepy."

"You'll learn," I smiled. "Eventually you won't even hesitate to grab his cock and tell him how great you think it is."

"I don't see that happening. I can't even believe that you guys just talk about sex like that. Like you'd talk about sports or something," he said sounding like he was about to hyperventilate.

I laughed. "Darcy, relax. It's not like these guys just jumped into puberty knowing things. I'm sure all of them were as nervous as you when they started out. I can see the day you look back at this and wonder what the big deal was."

"I wish. At the moment I'd just be happy having a friend, or at least someone to talk to that didn't think I'm such a waste of time."

"You have one. Me. And if you take Dante up on his offer, you can go be friends with Kellan and him too. That'll lead to getting to know the rest of their group. Notice he didn't pick on you for anything, and he knows you're older since you have your license."

"He was just being polite because you're here. He wouldn't really want to spend time with me. I've learned that lesson many times. How old is he?"

"I think they're 15 now. Not sure."

"I wish I'd known you when I was younger. Maybe I would have been able to deal with things better."

"You'll get there. It's just with the shit at school you're resistant to put yourself out there." I took him around the rest of the garage and we talked about cars. Once it was time to head out, I grabbed our loin cloths and walked to the entrance and we stood by the bottom of the stairs. "Are you ready to walk around naked and show off how hot you are, or would you like the loin cloth?"

"The loin cloth, please. I'm not ready to parade around in front of others. I'm barely able to deal with it being me and you. My heart is racing a million miles an hour."

"You've done great though. I'm proud of you, dude," I said as I handed over the loin cloth and he tied it around himself. "You ready for part two?"

"Part two?"

"Going upstairs to find a guy you think is cute and say hello."

"Shit. Can I do it where the food is?" He asked almost begging.

"Whatever works for you."

"Can't you come with me?"

"No, you need to do this on your own. Dude, you got this."

"I hope you know how to handle panic attacks," he replied.

"Before we go up. Come here," I said as I pulled him into a hug. He almost melted against me and I felt him trembling. I held him for a minute as he put his arms around me. "Thanks for hanging out with me, Darcy. I'm enjoying getting to know you, but we probably should stop hugging before you give me a serious boner."

"Yeah, right," he said almost jumping back. "It's not like that would happen. I'm not that interesting."

"Trust me, you're interesting, and the sooner you believe that, the happier you're gonna be. Now let's head upstairs and get you noticed." We made our way up the first flight of stairs to the pool level, and he avoided looking at anyone as we made our way to the main floor. He paused at the top, glancing around and I could see his anxiety level increase dramatically.

"You got this, Darcy. I promise. Just say hi to one guy you don't know and carry on a conversation. You'll be surprised at how easy it is."

"What if he grabs my crotch or pats my ass like you did to that Dante guy?" He asked sounding like we were at defcon 4 on the rise to full panic at defcon 1.

"Then wouldn't that prove that guys might actually like you. If it were me, I'd grab his hand, drag him into the laundry room and have some fun for half an hour, but that's just me," I grinned. "If you just carry on a regular conversation, nothing is going to happen that you can't handle."

He looked at me as if to challenge my statement, but slowly headed toward the dining room table where all the food was spread out. It was a popular place for the boys to gather, as who isn't hungry at that age. Not to mention there had to be 20 pizzas piled up for them. Ahhh, the food of the Amazon. Hawaiian Pizza! So authentic it makes you almost believe we're back there. Now maybe a locust, cricket and fish pizza...hold the electric eel though! Great, now I may never want pizza again. I watched him carefully as he got a plate of food without saying anything to anyone, and at first I thought he might not actually do it, but then I saw Yukon speak to him and he replied. Not a bad guy to get to know, as Yukon was still relatively new to the group, not to mention straight, so Darcy wouldn't have to deal with someone patting his ass just yet. I thought my shrink work here was done, but as soon as Darcy had food, he came back over to me.

"There I talked to someone," he said looking at me as we sat down so he could eat.

"Well, technically Yukon spoke to you first. The idea is for you to go up and initiate the conversation. You'll gain more confidence that way."

"I can't. If they hate me, then I'll just feel even worse. I think I've had enough for today, Justin. Please can I go home? I enjoyed meeting you and checking out the cars, and if you're serious about letting me drive sometime, I'd love to do that," he pleaded.

"I really enjoyed meeting you too. You're still coming over tomorrow to train with Blake aren't you? I know he's looking forward to it."

"Yeah. I'm okay with karate things."

"Good. You came a long way today, and with more practice it won't be long before you have dozens of friends. Eat up, and then if you really want to go, I can't stop you."

"Thanks," he said as he quickly ate his food, and I walked him to the door to find his clothes. He dressed and said he'd see me at one tomorrow. I let him leave and returned to the party of tribal boys.

Almost all the boys ended up covered in at least some mud and paint, many having drawn decorative designs in it. They looked pretty good, and we'd managed to get a few group shots, making sure that anyone that was naked had some sort of cover blocking of their penises. With many of the pictures near bushes or trees, it could have easily been in the jungle, except for any bright white skin showing through. The pool looked like a lake after a heavy monsoon rainstorm had stirred up all the bottom sludge. I thought it was cute how there were tiny muddy footprints all over the place, but the housecleaners may not share my enthusiasm. Colin tried to kiss me at one point, but I reminded him that men in the Amazon don't kiss. He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug for a kiss anyway. With only a skimpy loin cloth to hide anything, it was hard to keep my enjoyment of the kiss from rising up. I'm pretty sure I heard a couple boys giggle. We held hands for a while as we wandered through the back yard, and I motioned to Colin to check out Stone with Brody. He had him pressed tight up against the treehouse tree, fucking the hell out of him with long deep thrusts. Brody looked in pain, which I can totally sympathize with, as not a lot of people can take that nine and a half inches easily. I have no idea if he was fucking him that hard for fun, or as some sort of punishment; maybe for dumping Blake? Either way it was hot to watch. The new playroom was extremely popular with boys bowling and playing the arcade video games. I could easily see this room becoming the neighbourhood hangout.

While there had been some sex going on, there wasn't as much as I thought there'd be. I sort of imagined that with everyone naked, it would be a giant pile of bodies in a massive 70 boy gang bang. Maybe having so many straight boys around tamed it down, or perhaps boys that age just thought about sex, but didn't have the nerves to act on it, especially if their other friends were around. Maybe we should consider opening up the spirit animal quest, complete with the pot. One thing about that many boys is that they make a lot of noise, never stop moving, and eat a lot, but I think they all had fun at the unique nature of the activities. Blake had truly set up a party that would set the bar for future events.

Colton and Stone thanked us for the awesome party and said they were heading home. Joey just grinned at me and said it was the best party he'd ever been too.

"It should be, I think he sucked off like 50 guys," Stone commented. "We left him in the bubbles for a while and found out he was doing everyone that came in."

"YOU were the mystery guy under the sink?" I laughed. "Good blowjob, by the way," I said nodding.

"Thanks. I sure freaked a lot of them out. Some jumped a mile, but pretty much everyone tried it at least," he acknowledged.

"Nicely done. Did you get to do anything else?"

"Sure, I got fucked a few times. That was fun. Plus, I partied with everyone. Colton and Stone wouldn't let me have a loin cloth as they said everyone should see me properly, but I'm pretty awesome with a spear and bow and arrow now."

"And he's gonna be even better in my bed for the next several hours," Colton remarked. "Do you wanna fuck him before we leave?"

"I'm good for now. Still doing my parental chaperoning," I replied. "But Joey, why don't you drop by sometime soon and I can thank you properly for entertaining all Blake's guests so well. Maybe spend a night and I'll fuck you until you can't walk."

"That'd be sweet."

"Of course you two are welcome anytime as well," I said to Stone and Colton.

"Sounds like a plan. Say goodbye, Joey."

"Goodbye Joey," he giggled, and they made their way to the fence to go through the swinging section to their house.

It wasn't long before the other boys began to head home, leaving roughly 10 boys who were sleeping over. They'd decided to stay in Blake's room and we insisted they all shower off in the large foam room first so that they wouldn't track mud up to the bedroom. They quickly learned that waterproof make-up is much tougher to remove than mud. Waterproof...resists water...requires a lot of soap and scrubbing, so by the time a lot of them exited, they were sporting some pretty serious pink skin, not to mention full or partial erections. Next time they might not want to put waterproof anything on their junk. That'll teach `em...

While Razor was sleeping over, I couldn't help but pat myself on the back when I found out that he was going to spend the night in Ben's room. I guess he's not out of his league anymore. We left the boys to get organized as we cleaned up some of the mess, mainly just cups and plates, as well as any remaining food. Mud was everywhere, and the pool looked like a stagnant mosquito pond, but we'd leave all that to the disaster clean up team. We might have to give them a bit extra for this sort of mess. What were we thinking? I'm not sure it'll come out of everything. I can see more renovations being required. New rugs, walls, furniture. Shit, we should just move.

We locked up the house, making sure no one was left outside or lost somewhere, and by the time we returned upstairs, the boys had all disappeared to Blake's room. "So, who was that young guy you were hanging out with earlier? I don't think I've seen him around here before," Colin asked.

"You mean Darcy?"

"I dunno his name, but he looked about 12 and you were talking to him quite a bit."

"Actually, believe it or not, Darcy is 16. He's having some bully trouble at school because of his size and is really struggling with it. He's in Blake's karate dojo so that's how he ended up being invited."

"Looking at him, I'd have guessed barely 13."

"That's what I thought too, but I'm guessing he gets that a lot, hence the bullies. I was trying to reassure him that he can't worry about the things he has no control over, just the things he can control. Just under the surface there's a really cool guy just waiting for the world to meet him."

He's 16 and you didn't try to take him to bed? I don't know if I'm proud of you or shocked at the restraint."

"Oh, don't kid yourself. I'm totally fucking that boy at some point. He's way to hot not to. He just needs to build some confidence in himself right now."

Colin rolled his eyes. "Just because he's hot, doesn't mean he's gay, Justin. At least you're consistent. Psychology is gonna be good for you, I think you're maturing."

"What a terrible thing to say," I said as I kissed him, not revealing the patient/doctor confidentiality thing that I promised. This would be my first real test of that requirement. It's going to be a challenge to not talk about people when I'm at home, but I'd have to learn. I could be disbarred, or whatever they do to psychologists. Dis-licenced? Dis-certified? Just dissed?

"I just mean that I remember the day you would have taken the boy to bed as a way of saying hello. Now you're waiting. That's maturity."

"You remember the day huh? So you remember, yesterday?"

"Pretty much," he laughed as he kissed me again. "Wait, who'd you do yesterday?"

"Hey, I'm mature now, remember. I don't fuck and tell."

"Yeah. That'll be the day."

I got a text from Dante about Kellan and linked Jason in with it. We arranged a time to get together for some twin on twin action. Technically twin on triplet action, but with one triplet not there...you get the idea.

We didn't hear anything from the boys for the rest of the night, and by the time we saw them again, they were all back in t-shirts and underwear coming for food. I didn't ask if they'd gotten up to anything, and they didn't volunteer information. One by one they left and we were back to just having a house that looked like a category five hurricane had blown through. The cleaners would be here shortly, along with the pool guy, and the house would get back to normal pretty fast, provided they had bulldozers and sludge pumps.

Later, I found Blake lying upside down on the living room couch with his feet over the back of it playing a video game. I went up and tickled his feet, almost getting kicked in the face.

"Are you recovered from the party?" I asked.

"Mostly. I think it could be the party of the year. I'm a legend," he said not looking up from his game on his iPad. The doorbell went and he spun around and ran to answer it. Darcy had arrived for his training session.

"Oh, sorry. Am I early?" He said averting his eyes quickly away from Blake standing there in his underwear.

"Nope. I was just chillin' with a video game. Dad, we're gonna train in the playroom. I just gotta get my gi first," he yelled as the boys headed upstairs. They returned a short while later with both boys now wearing their white karate costumes with the different colour belts. They raced past me and down to the lower level. I have such good ideas sometimes. Now Darcy was making a new friend, and with someone like Blake in his corner, he'd probably be school president in no time. After an hour, I went down to see how they were doing and took them some water.

"How's the training going?" I asked as they looked like they had really been working hard.

"Great. I'm gonna be able to get my blue belt soon if I keep training with Darcy," Blake grinned.

"It'll be at least another 6 months, maybe a year," Darcy told him.

"Nah, I'll do it in three," Blake bragged. "Check this out Dad. Leg sweep," he said to Darcy who nodded. The boys got into position and Blake dropped down, swung a leg around to drop Darcy onto the floor and then spun around to sit on him.

"Impressive. I can see that being a handy move. I might have to learn that one."

"No shit, right!" Blake grinned as they both got back up. "Darcy, show him the splits."

Darcy went right down flat to the floor with his legs straight out to the side. Now that's a skill.

"I'm so gonna learn how to do that," Blake grinned. "I just gotta stretch more. I can almost do it, but not as easily as Darcy. We're gonna do some laps and hit the pool next. Then the hot tub to make sure our muscles don't cramp up. You wanna go do that now?" He asked Darcy.

"Uhhh, sure, but I'd need to borrow a swim suit. I forgot mine, or I guess I could just go in my underwear."

"No need. We don't need to wear anything. That's how I normally do it," Blake told him. I just looked at Darcy, giving him a smile and a knowing shrug. I could see the nervousness in the boy building again.

"I'll should just swim in my underwear," he said when he finally stopped looking like he was about to throw up.

"Blake can get you a pair of his shorts," I offered as I looked at Blake and gave him the stare.

"Yeah, no problem. I have tons of them, but seriously skinny dipping is way more fun," he replied. "Dad, could you get us like an apple or a banana or something. We probably need some food."

"Aren't you supposed to wait an hour after eating before you can swim?" Darcy asked, like all brainwashed kids with Moms.

"Nah, we'll eat it in the pool. That way we're already swimming, so the rule doesn't apply," Blake reasoned.

I guess that's not covered in the Mom handbook 101. "Use the indoor pool. It's a lot cleaner than the outdoor one at the moment," I suggested. "The pool guy hasn't arrived yet, but the filters have begun doing their job."

"Yeah, you sure don't keep the pool very clean, Dad," Blake joked shaking his head.

"Smart ass," I replied shaking my head. I waited until I'd seen them return from doing laps on the track before I took a selection of fruit and some glasses of ice water down to the pool where the guys were swimming laps. Darcy in shorts and Blake naked, as usual. They stopped and each took a banana. It was funny to see the difference in the boys. Blake peeled his completely and pretended to deep throat it, showing off to Darcy, while Darcy only peeled part of it and bit off what he wanted. One day, he'll be deep throating bananas, and not even thinking about it. Right now, he was blushing as he watched Blake. I left them to their swimming. A half hour later, they strolled upstairs, wrapped in towels and headed for the kitchen to grab more food.

"Did you get a good training?" I asked. "I'm surprised you're not tired after all that."

"I like working out with Darcy," Blake admitted. "He's knows tons of things I don't. Oh, he said you offered to take him driving afterward. You guys still gonna do that?"

"If you still want to, sure," I nodded.

"Definitely. I can't wait," Darcy grinned.

"Did you decide on which car to use?" I asked.

"You can use mine if you want," Blake offered. "It's the Gallardo."

"You own your own Lamborghini?" Darcy asked surprised.

"Yeah. I got to pick it when we sold my van. I like the Batmobile though. That's a pretty cool car."

"I think I like the Veneno," Darcy admitted, then quickly added. "Red is my favorite color."

"Yeah, I like that one too. I wish I could go with you guys, but there's only two seats. Next year when you get your full license, we can take my car out by ourselves."

"That'd be sweet," Darcy agreed. "Are you sure it's okay if I go driving though? I don't wanna just leave."

"I'm cool. I got shit to do anyway," Blake assured him. "Let's go take a shower and get dressed, we'll be down in a bit, okay Dad?"

"Take your time. Just call me when you're ready," I told them. The more time Darcy spent with Blake, the more confidence he'd gain, or be so over wanting a friend that he'll become a recluse. It could go either way with Blake. I was actually happy to see them getting along so well.

I think it was a half hour before they bounced down the spiral stairs, dressed, and looking like they were heading out on dates. I smiled when I saw that Darcy was wearing some of Blake's clothes. He'd obviously convinced him to dress up for the driving session.

"Damn, you both look very handsome. If we don't come back, it's because we've picked up some hot chicks."

Blake laughed. "As if you'd know what to do with a hot chick, Justin."

"Hey, I know more than you. You bring them home so they can cook you dinner and clean the house, right?"

"Sexist much?" Blake laughed. "See Darcy, parents don't know shit about things, that's why I always get Kyle or Troy to take me to school. It's way cooler. Kyle lets me ride on his motorbike sometimes. We should get him to take you as soon as school starts. It's tight showing up on the back of a Ducati, dude. You'll be the talk of the school."

"Not sure I'd want that," he said going back to his shy introverted persona.

"Yeah, you do. Dude, you gain major cool points for that. Show up in any of these cars and you'd be cool, but jumping off the back of a crotch rocket, makes you the man! While you guys are out, I'll get Kyle to agree to it."

He went down to the garage with us and I maneuvered the car into the elevator. Blake sat on the hood as we rose the two floors up to the main level and pulled slowly out into the driveway. He hopped off and waited for Darcy and I to switch positions. Darcy pulled out his wallet and showed me his learner's permit so that I knew he was legal to drive. Blake had to check it out as well.

"Dude, that's not a shitty picture at all. You should see Justin's. Looks like a mug shot from the psycho ward."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically. He just laughed as he handed Darcy his license back.

"Make sure you get to go on a highway so you can go fast. That's the best," Blake advised as we fastened in and Darcy started the car. He revved it slightly, and I could already see the excitement building. I gave him a few pointers on how to either leave the car in automatic mode, or to use the paddles on the wheel to shift gears. I also went over a few of the other buttons, dials and knobs, with Blake listening carefully.

"Push that red button that says `Push', Blake grinned. Darcy pushed it and the engine immediately stopped. He giggled like a little kid. "That's the kill switch."

"Thanks," Darcy laughed as he pressed the start/stop button again to fire it up. With no roof, this is one car we had to make sure we didn't take out in the rain, which leaves out most of the winter in Vancouver. We left the car in automatic and headed out slowly as he got the feel of it. Blake ran after us until we got to the main gate and then just waved as we left the property.

"So where to first? Around your school?"

"Maybe later. I'd like to get the hang of driving it first," he said wisely. "I can't even believe you're letting me do this. I never thought anything this cool would happen to me in my whole life."

"You're welcome, but I'm sure lots of cool things will happen to you."

"No they won't," he said sadly. "I can see why people would do anything to drive one of these though."

At every light people would stare at the car, and if Darcy wasn't self-conscious enough, this should throw him right off the cliff. I'm pretty sure I saw a few shocked looks as they checked out the driver, and I was right, because less than 20 minutes later we were being pulled over by a cop. Darcy almost jumped out of his skin when the lights and siren came on behind us.

"What do I do?" He asked. I mean in the movies, the passenger yells floor it and you have a 15-minute car chase that wrecks a hundred cars, jump over rivers, and ends up with helicopters chasing you on the six o'clock news. Or five o'clock news. If they still have that. I told him just to find a safe place to pull over and turn off the car.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen, may I see your license and registration please," the officer said as he walked up to the window, with his partner coming to my side of the car. I'd learned from Colin to just accept this looking as young as we do, and owning a vehicle like this. I handed over the registration and my license, while Darcy shook like he was in a vibrating seat, as he handed over his permit. The officer took the documents and looked them over. "Who's Colin Worthington?" He asked since the car was registered to him.

"My husband. The car is in his name," I replied.

"I'll just be a moment," he said and took off to his car. This is the part where they run our names, the plates, our life history, the history of Lamborghini, and beat themselves up for having a job that won't let them afford a car like this. He returned a few moments later and handed us the documents back. "Thank you. We just had a report of a young boy driving an expensive sports car. We apologize for the inconvenience gentlemen," he said politely. Then he changed from cop mode to guy mode. "What's a car like this worth?" He said leaning in to take a closer look.

"About 4.5 million, give or take," I replied.

He whistled.

"I just wish we had bigger roads," I told him. "I keep telling Colin we should take this over to Europe and drive the autobahn where they have no speed limits."

"Isn't that the truth," he nodded. "I suppose you could take this out to the Coquihalla and get her up to a hundred and twenty clicks, but that's about the fastest roads we have."

"So, 130 then?" I grinned.

"I never heard that, but maybe 135," he laughed. "What's the top speed of this?"

"About 350 kph," I replied. "Not that I'd even know how to control it at that speed even if there were a place to drive it."

"I'd take it out to the speedway and open her up there," he suggested.

"We have," I told him. "I still wouldn't be sure I could handle top speed even there."

"I'd love to try though," the officer said with his partner looking in from my side agreeing.

"Would you like to get behind the wheel, officer?" I offered.

"I'd love nothing more, but we're on duty, so it wouldn't be appropriate," he replied, his disappointment showing through his Kevlar vest.

"Well you have our address. Stop by anytime when you're not on duty. We have a few other cars that you might enjoy as well."

"Thanks for the offer. Enjoy the rest of your day gentlemen. We'll put a notice out so that you're not being stopped every 10 minutes. Just keep to the speed limit, or close to it," he grinned. "Thanks for letting us take a look."

"Any time, sir. Thank you," I said politely. They headed back to their car and Darcy looked frozen in place. "You okay?"

"I thought we were gonna go to jail or something. I've never been pulled over by the cops before. I was freaking out so bad I almost couldn't get my license out."

"You get used to it in these cars. We're young too, so that doesn't help. They think we can't afford something like this so we must have stolen it."

"Back to me looking like I'm 12 again, huh? Sorry."

"Nothing to apologize for. We all get pulled over. I think I get it more because I'm black too."

"Uhhh, you're not black," he replied.

"Shit! What? Why does no one ever tell me these things?" I said feeling my face and looking at my hands. "Wait! It's because they heard how big my dick was, and just assumed I'm black," I joked trying to calm him down. (Email complaints about stereotyping to...) "It's a bit of a pain getting pulled over, but once they log it, the rest of the day should be uneventful, except for those that talk to us if we stop anywhere. They all want to check the car out. If you know where those bullies hang out, we can go there and really have fun."

"Usually they're at the basketball court by the school, but I'm too nervous right now. Can we still just drive around for a bit until I get the feel of the car more. Fuck, I'm still shaking."

"You probably just need a blowjob. That always calms me down," I joked.

His head shot over and stared at me. "That would make me more nervous."

"Probably, especially with the cops still behind us, eh?"

He nodded and started the car up again, and we pulled back out onto the road. He drove around side streets and some main roads for a while until he felt more comfortable, and then I suggested we go to the highway and head up the coast for a bit. It wasn't the Coquihalla, but at least it would allow him to get up over 100kph. He did really well before we returned back to the suburbs.

"I think I know how fish feel in a tank," he said as we stopped at another light and two more cars pulled up near us and the occupants looked at us. Some took pictures, and I think one lady made another call to the cops. I wonder how they'd like it if I called the cops on her to report a dumb woman with too much makeup on her phone while driving. "I think I'm ready to head towards my school now," he said taking a deep breath.

"Good. Let's go have some real fun," I acknowledged. I could see his anxiety level begin to increase again, so about a block before his school, I had him pull into the 7-11 so we could get some cigarettes to calm his nerves. Joking...we got slurpies, and leaned on the passenger side of the car as we drank them. It took less than 15 seconds before guys were gathering around the car to check it out. It's a total dick magnet. Notice I didn't say chick magnet. I'm so not sexist, despite what Blake says. If Darcy wasn't with me, I could have had half these guys out of their clothes right there in the parking lot just for a chance to sit in the car. I chose not to make that offer with my nervous learner driver around. I heard Darcy choke and looked over to see if he was okay.

"Fuck, it's them," he said looking over to the school where four, much bigger guys, were heading our way. I could see why they were the bullies. It was probably the only way they made themselves feel good. I doubt they could get laid if they had twelve-inch dicks and a thousand bucks.

"Just stay frosty, buddy," I said. I started up a casual conversation with him, but I could see his eyes watching as his tormentors got closer. They approached the vehicle and in typical bully fashion, made loud comments and tried to provide facts not in evidence about the car. They seemed to have statistics and details that weren't relative, but spouted them out as if they had built the car themselves.

"Hey, Dorky! What the fuck are you doing here?" One guy said when he finally saw Darcy.

"Just stopped for a slurpie," he replied quietly as he looked at the ground. Fuck, these guys really did intimidate him.

"If I were you, I'd get off this guy's car or he's gonna kick your ass if you get that shit on it," one of the others said as he pushed his head in the passenger window, shoving Darcy aside.

"He's probably right," I said to Darcy. "We should sit down so we don't spill anything." I stared at him with a grin and lifted the door up to get into the passenger seat. At first, I thought Darcy might just pass out and collapse in the parking lot out of fear, but to his credit he went around and opened up the driver's side door and got in. He whispered an almost silent `oh shit.'

"Holy shit, turd. They don't let 12-year-olds drive ya know. The guy that owns this is gonna fucking kill you when he comes out," the first bully said as he looked in the car while we had the doors open. It was funny to see how everyone jockeyed for position to see inside better while the doors were up.

"You're probably right," I agreed and pulled my side door down and put my arm on the edge of the window. Darcy followed my lead. "We should get going, bro. Hand me your drink." He gave it to me and started the engine, followed by the `R' button to put it into reverse. He did his best to look cool as we pulled away, but I could see he was shaking like we'd hit turbulence in a hurricane. We pulled out onto the road and took off, stopping in a parking lot a few blocks away.

"Holy shit! Holy shit!" He exclaimed as he stopped the car and began to freak out. "I was so scared. I thought they would kill us."

"Are you kidding? The look on their faces as you drove away. You can't buy shit like that."

"I can't believe that just happened. First the cops, then those assholes. This car is crazy. You called me bro back there. They're gonna think that you're my big brother or something."

"Is that a bad thing? Someone in your corner for once."

"What do I say if they ask?"

"That's up to you. I'm happy to be your big brother," I grinned. "Or tell them that I'm your friend's big brother, or the truth that I'm his Dad and I let you drive the cars. You don't owe them your life story. Less is more, sometimes."

"I've always wanted a big brother," Darcy admitted.

"Then you have one," I replied. "At the very least, I doubt you'll get any more 12-year-old remarks from them."

"Yeah. You heard that, right? That's the kinda shit I put up with every day."

"And yet only from those insecure assholes. You haven't heard anyone else call you out for your size, have you?"

"The cops?"

I laughed. "That would happen whether you were your height or mine. We'll probably keep getting pulled over until we're 40. On a totally unrelated issue, how'd it go with you and Blake? I mean you got to spend a couple hours one on one with your crush."

"Yeah, it was good. I think he liked the lesson."

"And? You went swimming with him. How was that?"

"I was nervous when got he got naked again. The cold water helped keep me from getting an erection though."

"It usually does. Now the million-dollar question. Did you let him know you like boys?"

"No! We never talked about stuff like that. Mainly just karate and cars."

"Anything else happen?"

He looked down at the steering wheel as he took a sip of his slurpie that I'd given back to him. "Not really. We went to his room to take a shower, and he said it was big enough for both of us at the same time."

"See, you're getting along," I nodded. "Did you?"

"Yeah, but once I took my shorts off, I was scared that I might get an erection, so I didn't look at him or anything, I promise."

"Really? You had the guy you think is hot naked in a shower with you, and you never looked?"

"I already saw him when he was in the garage, not that I stared or anything. I didn't think I should look in the shower, or he'd think I was a pervert or something. He's got such a big penis that I know he'd laugh at mine if he saw it."

"He does have a big cock, but he'd never laugh at anyone else's. Trust me, Blake is bigger than most adults even. That might be why he enjoys whipping it out so much. I'm honestly surprised Blake didn't drop and offer to blow you just for something to do. It wouldn't matter to him if you were gay or straight, only if you were horny."

"He'd do that?"

"He might if he thought you were open to the idea. Don't worry, things happen when they happen. I mean you've already gone from not really knowing Blake to spending the afternoon with him. The more you train together, the easier it'll be to be comfortable around him. I just hope that you'll trust him enough to tell him you're gay one day. He'll be thrilled that you chose him to come out to."

"What if he tells someone at karate and then they tell someone at my school? My life would be over."

"Like I said before, coming out is your thing to do when you're ready. If there's one person you can trust, it's Blake. He's a pretty cool guy once you get to know him."

"I will someday, but I'm not ready to do that yet. Can we drive some more?"

"Of course. I promise you that you can drive as long as you want. Of course, you're always welcome to come over anytime to drive other cars."

"Yeah? Thanks. How come you're being so nice to me?"

"Maybe because you're easy to be nice to. You said you wanted a friend, and I like making new friends, so it seems like a good match. Plus, come on, you're easy to talk to and you're cute. How could I not be nice to you?"

He shook his head. "Most people aren't. I like talking to you though. I think it must be that training you do to be a psychologist."

"I'm pretty sure I was talkative before I went to school for it. It how I figured out how to get laid," I smiled. "I like talking to you too. You're not as shy as you think you are. You'll do great once you get a few tools to handle the idiots at school."

"I dunno if that'll happen," he replied turning around so he could start the car again and head back out onto the road. We drove for another half hour before making our way back to the house. Blake was waiting in the driveway when we pulled up.

"Have you been out here the whole time?" I asked as we stopped at the entrance to the elevator.

"No. I have a life ya know. I used my tracking app. I saw that you guys were heading back, and thought I come out to meet you."

"The car has a tracking app?"

"Duh! It's low jacked, plus ADAM can find any of the cars. I could have killed the engine at anytime while you were out."

"How do you know about that?" I asked, considering I didn't even know.

"Kurt showed me. Dad, you gotta learn how to use technology. Like this. ADAM bring the elevator up to the ground floor." The ding sounded on his phone and the elevator rose up to driveway level. I didn't know it could do that. I thought you had to use the code on the keypad to make it go. Apparently not. Good thing ADAM had voice recognition, or all our security on these cars would be for nothing. "Can I go in the car with Darcy while we park it back downstairs?"

"No. It's a bit tricky to get in the elevator. We need to back in and there's not a lot of maneuvering room downstairs."

"Can we drive around the driveway for a few minutes?" He asked.

"Sure," I agreed as I got out and Blake jumped in. The two boys drove around the driveway for ten minutes and I could already see the road trip when Darcy got his full license. Once they were done, Darcy parked the car and they both got out. He thanked me for letting him drive and stared at the car.

"Oh dude!" Blake said excitedly. "Kyle agreed to take you to school on his bike whenever you want. He just got home, so I'll introduce you to him and Chance."

"Okay," Darcy said not as enthusiastically as Blake, and then thanked me again.

"Just a thanks huh? How about a hug too?" I teased. He returned to being nervous as he looked at Blake and then me. I moved up and gave him a one-armed bro hug. "That's how we say thanks in this house," I told him. Blake gave me a hug next. "What was that for?" I asked.

"What? I can't get a hug now?" He said giving me a cheesy look, then turned and gave Darcy a hug. "And that was so you didn't feel left out," he giggled to his new friend. The boys ran inside, and I parked the car back downstairs. I always breathe a sigh of relief when these expensive cars get back home with no scratches on them. I'm still protective of my Maserati and it's nowhere near as pricey as these collector cars. I wonder if Colin would file for a divorce if I took the Aston Martin out and dented it. I'm not about to find out. It really should have a force field installed around it. I went back upstairs and all was quiet. I headed for the media room and found Jason, Alex and the boys all watching a Marvel movie. I had to smile when I saw the twins in their loin cloths.

"Hey," I said quietly as I sat next to Alex. "Boys still playing Amazon?"

"We may never get them out of those," he replied. "We're having a family day."

"Sounds fun. The cotton candy is always a good way to keep them calm," I joked as I saw the kids with the sugar and popcorn treats.

"Yeah, they're hyper for a half hour and then they crash out so hard it's like a sugar induced coma. We learned that trick early on. It gets them into bed easier," he joked. "Want some cotton candy?"

"Is that to get me hyper or into bed?" I grinned as I gave him a kiss.

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

I watched with them for a bit and then left to see what else was happening. Kyle and Chance were in the great room playing pool with Blake and Darcy. "Who's winning?"

"Uh, duh! We're kicking their asses," Blake announced. They hung out for a couple of games before I drove Darcy home in the Maserati. Actually, he drove, which I think will also help build his confidence. He thanked me again and revealed that he and Blake had planned more training sessions, so he'd see me again. He ran into his house, seeming a lot happier. I hope it sticks.

Dante and Kellan had arranged to show up after dinner, and Colin just grinned at me when I told him.

"What? They wanted some twin on twin action. I'm sure they wouldn't object if you wanted to join in," I offered.

"I'll leave you to it. I guess I'll be taking J.P. to bed tonight then so he doesn't feel left out."

"We won't be long. We're only popping his cherry so he can change his wrist band colour. I figure six hours tops."

"Hours, huh?" Colin laughed. Jason strolled over from the other house and sat with us.

"You ready to take on some twins?"

"Does a duck make bubbles when he farts?" He laughed. "That's a big yes!" He clarified as we waited for the boys to arrive. They were ready to get right to it, so we all headed up to the bedroom together.

"We should start by making out together, and we'll work on opening up Kellan before we fuck him. We'll go slow to make sure he can handle it," I suggested.

"Sounds good to me. I think I'm ready," Kellan said as he jumped on the bed, followed by Dante. Jason and I joined them and made out with them for quite a while. I slowly worked on getting Kellan's ass relaxed, including rimming and fingering him. At one point we had the twins on their sides 69ing each other. Now I know why people get off seeing me with one of my brothers. It was hot. Can you believe it? I'm a triplet and I'm getting off seeing twins do it. You'd think I'd be one guy that twin on twin action wouldn't affect.

"When you are both fuckable, this will be a good position for us to get inside you. That would be hot to watch," Jason suggested, getting a confirming mumble from the two boys sucking each other off.

It was finally time to take Kellan's cherry, and we paused as I got him on his knees at the end of the bed. I added a lot of lube into his ass with my finger and coated my cock. I wish I could video every boy whose cherry I take. It could be a best seller. `Harvesting Twinks: The Ultimate Cherry Collection.' Jason and Dante knelt on either side of Kellan, rubbing his back gently encouraging him. I pushed the tip of my penis against his hole and grabbed his hips, with the usual instructions to relax, breathe and push out. "This will hurt a little at first, but just bear with it, and it'll get easier after a couple minutes." He nodded and stayed still as I continued to push harder. I was getting a lot of resistance. I suppose this is how Salmon feel trying to swim upstream in rapids. I could almost feel for him. He cried out a little and asked me to go slower, so I pulled back out and added more lube. The other two were watching closely as my dick pressed against him again. "Okay, here we go," I announced as I pushed harder. He tried to pull away, but I held him firmly and watched as he reached out to grab his brother's hand. I could almost feel his pain, but he's gotta learn. Once he's been fucked once, his prostate will scream for more and more until he's jumping on every cock he can get, like an addiction...or is that just me?

"You're doing great bro. The first one is the toughest," Dante said as he gripped tighter and rubbed Kellan's back with his free hand.

Kellan jumped a mile when I popped through his sphincter and my cock was sucked inside. "Yes!" Jason exclaimed as he saw it being sucked in.

Kellan's hand reached back to hold my thigh. "Wait there!" He requested. "Fuck this hurts. You're really big."

"I told you I might be too big for your first time," I replied as I stopped moving. "You want me to pull out?"

"No. Just give me a minute," he said breathing heavily and gripping Dante's hands like his life depended on it.

"It's gets easier, bro. I promise. Just push out and relax."

Kellan nodded and I began to slowly move. I could feel him resisting, but he was doing it. By the time I was half way in, he was back to holding my thigh and telling me to stop. I pulled back until just the tip remained in him. I added more lube to the top of my shaft, and dripped some down his crack. I found that always helps for the second push.

"Okay let's go again. Guys move in front of him and let him focus on something other than being fucked."

Jason and Dante inched up the bed and faced each other. Jason went down on Dante and began sucking his cock right in front of Kellan's face. Yeah, that should get his attention. I mean it had mine, almost to the point of forgetting what I was doing. I pushed into Kellan's tight hole again and rubbed his back gently as I inched my way along his warm tunnel.

"You're doing great buddy," I assured him. I took my time and it wasn't long before I was fully seated right to the base. "That's it! I'm all the way. How's it feel?"

"Like I fell on a tree," he said panting slightly.

"Awww, thanks! Okay guys, you get beside us in the same position and we'll fuck you in sync."

Jason and Dante wasted no time getting right beside us and I waited for Jason to punch all the way into the other twin. Once we had them ready, we fucked in unison. I have to admit it was hot. It was like I was fucking up against a mirror. Damn, I think I found my new favorite thing to do. Watching myself fuck. Who said narcissist? Step up and be recognized!!

"Let's turn them over so they can both watch as well," I suggested. "We should do it before Kellan's ass wears out." The ass doesn't usually last long on a first fuck, so I wanted to make the most of it. If the boy wants to bottom more after this, then I can see this being a regular weekend thing. We pulled out and had the boys put pillows under their heads so they were propped up enough to watch. Jason and I put their legs on our shoulders as we stood at the end of the bed waiting for them to get completely into position. We watched each other carefully so we could enter at the same speed. Jason was taking my lead as I was slower going into Kellan, than he would have been entering Dante. We resumed our fucking in unison and then grabbed for the twin's cocks to stroke them.

"Kiss each other," Jason suggested. The moved to kiss, as Jason and I did the same thing. Shit, at this rate I'm gonna cum first. I wanted to flip the boys into a 69 position on their sides like I'd suggested to Dante when he first brought it up, but it wasn't to be. At least not this visit. Both boys came seconds apart, forcing Jason and I to erupt as fast as we could before they came down from their climax. Now that's a skill. Four guys cumming almost at the same time. Fuck off porn stars, you have nothing on these twins! I pulled out and wiped the tip of my cock as it dripped the remains of my orgasm and fed it to Kellan before I lay on the bed next to him. Jason lay beside Dante.

"That was a short session, but what do you think? Worth it to lose your cherry, or not?" I asked.

"It hurt like hell, but I think I can get used to it," he admitted. "I mean I came, so I must have enjoyed it," he reasoned.

"So, will you be bottoming regularly for your brother now?"

"I dunno about regularly," he admitted, "but I guess I won't always be the top anymore."

"Next time you guys come over we can switch it up. Either the two of you can fuck us, or you two can do it while Jason and I do it, and we switch around. So many combinations, and just not enough cum to handle it all."

"That was wicked fun," Dante admitted. "It was hot watching you guys fuck us. I'm gonna have dreams about that. Next time we should video it so we can watch it from different angles."

"Sounds like a plan!" I grinned. We cleaned up and got dressed.

"Just one last thing to do," I smiled, looking at Kellan. "Give me your wristband," I told him as I went to the night table, and pulled out the green one I'd got ready to replace the purple one he was wearing. We officially made him versatile. Something about this feels like we need a cake to celebrate, but I'm sure he'll get all the celebrations he needs at the next Junior Q meeting when guys use his ass. They both thanked us and headed home.

"Damn that was hot," Jason said as he put his arm around my waist. "It's been a while since we did any twin thing. We really have to get more of that going again. Involve J.P. and we can tap out, leaving the real twins exhausted."

"I'd agree. The Triple J's need to get out and find some action!"

"Nice. Let's make sure we do it more regularly," he suggested and I couldn't agree more. I need to see my reflection fucking someone again. That was as hot as hot gets. Okay, so maybe I have a LITTLE narcissism in me. Jason went home and I went looking for Colin. I laughed when I found him in our room screwing J.P. in the missionary position.

"Looks like someone is horny," I remarked as I crawled up behind Colin and licked his ass, before I fingered him and played with his balls. I moved from that to lie beside J.P. who was folded in half as Colin pounded him. "Yeah! Work your ass bro. Get his cock drained into you!" I said suggestively as I reached over to take hold of his erection and stroke it before I leaned in to kiss him. I paused jerking him off only for a second while I pulled Colin's face down to ours and forced a three-way kiss. It didn't take long before they were both cumming. What can I say, I know what makes them tick.

"Thanks for looking after him, J.P. It'll help him last longer later tonight," I teased.

"Wait! You're not Justin?" Colin said trying to sound shocked as he looked at us. "Shit. That explains why you were so much better tonight," he said trying to insult me. "We need name tags."

"Or we could eliminate the middle man and J.P. and I will just sleep together."

"It's okay, there's still the original," Colin remarked referring to the fact he'd been with Jason before me.

"Now that's a sick burn!" J.P. laughed as I watched them clean up in the shower. I'm glad we all get along so well. It makes this way more fun. I feel for Colin though. I mean the Triple J's could just keep swapping out with each other, and we could wear him into nothing more than a puddle by the time we'd finished with him.

It was almost time for school to start up again. I had my course schedule for my final semester before I became Dr. Justin, sex therapist to the naïve! I'll come up with something flashier for the business cards. Technically I wouldn't be a doctor as that takes a lot more years, but I'm allowed my fantasies. Blake was still enjoying the last remnants Amazon adventure and wore his loin cloth, which is actually a step up from simply running around naked all the time.

"I love seeing you in that," I grinned as I went out and patted his ass cheeks while he was taking target practice with his bow and arrow on the range he'd built. "Plus, it's fun to reach under it and grab your dick."

"Yeah like you did at that ceremony where you jerked me off in front of everyone," he giggled. "That was way fun."

"I was thinking that if you wanted to change things up for school, we could go get you some new underwear."

He stopped and looked at me. "New underwear? I have tons of underwear Dad."

"I know but how about we get you assless ones. I mean you've worn ours enough, so it'll be like our western version of the loin cloth when you're running around. Your cute ass is still on display getting everyone as horny as hell, but there's still some mystery instead of being completely naked."

"Yeah! Cool. We should totally do that. It wouldn't even be an issue at school when we change as they're kinda like colourful jock straps, and if I get pantsed in gym class, everyone could see my butt."

I laughed. "You know, you're about the only kid I know that wouldn't have a problem having his shorts yanked down in front of everyone." I quickly thought about how opposite he and Darcy were. Blake would gladly let guys strip him, while Darcy was almost non-functioning because of it. This is why the two of them need to be friends.

"Hey, when your ass is this hot, you gotta advertise," he said as he wiggled it at me. I slapped it.

"And what about those nipple spikes. We should look at swapping those too."

"Yeah, I think so too. Can I still keep my nipples pierced though?"

"It's your body. That's up to you," I replied, wanting to immediately say no, but realizing that was the wrong approach. "How about you just keep one? That'll look cool with your earring. We could get a few different ones that you could switch out. Maybe a stud and a couple hoops. Let one nipple heal up and have one pierced?"

He looked down at himself and nodded thoughtfully. "I think that would look good. Maybe the opposite one to my ear. So the right nipple?"

I smiled at him. "I'd like that look. Trouble is it might be so sexy looking that I'd have a constant boner seeing you like that."

Blake just shook his head. "Guess you'll have to learn to control it, Dad. I can't help it if I'm killer sexy."

I laughed. "Just let me know when you want to go do it and I'll go with you."

"We could go now," He said putting down his bow and pulling the arrows off his back.

"You gonna go like that," I joked.

"I should right? They'll think I'm a warrior. I'll be right back." He raced inside and a few minutes later he came running back dressed in shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt. "I'm ready," he announced.

"Pick a car and we'll head out." We raced to the lower floor and entered the garage to look around.

"That one!" Blake exclaimed pointing. "Let's use the Shitty Shitty car. That could be fun."

"It's Chitty Chitty," I corrected.

"Dad!" He said patting me on the back. "I'm a man, remember. I'm allowed to swear."

"No, that's really the way it's pronounced," I laughed. "The movie was called Chitty Chitty Bang Bang because of the sound the original car made when they drove it."

"Sure, Dad!" He grinned as if he were trying to appease me.

"Ummm, aren't you forgetting something?" I asked as we headed to the car.

"No. I don't think so. I don't think I should take my spear to the mall. Do you?"

"I meant shoes," I said looking down at his feet.

"Nah, I'm good," he shrugged. I didn't argue.

We moved the car to the elevator and waited to exit. He sat grinning, and I almost asked what was so amusing, but with Blake, you never know which way the conversation will go. We got to our first store which was the specialty underwear store for men, and he quickly began handing stuff over to me. The sales guy asked if could help, but Blake replied he knew what he wanted. We had everything from Andrew Christian to Pump to Supreme, all of them assless.

"He has a type of underwear he likes, eh?" The guy asked as he watched us from behind the counter. "Do you want to try them on?"

"Yeah. I just have to find all the ones I like first," Blake replied as he kept handing them to me. I counted at least 12 pairs so far and wondered if he was planning on buying enough for an entire month. Finally, he stopped and looked at me. "There. That should do it. Are those cool, Dad?"

"Very cool," I admitted. "Do you just want me to hand them to you one at a time to try on?"

"Yeah, sure," he said as he moved to the mirror near the change rooms, unfastened his shorts and pushed them part way down revealing that he was travelling commando today.

"Blake! How about using the dressing room?"

The young guy behind the counter just gave us a big smile. "He's not shy, I'm guessing?"

"You have no idea," I said shaking my head.

"Normally, we ask that our customers keep underwear on when trying things, but I think he'll be fine."

"Yeah, see Dad. He doesn't care," Blake said as he dropped his shorts the rest of the way and kicked them off.

"Blake! He meant that he didn't mind if you weren't wearing underwear to try these on, not that he wanted you to get naked in the middle of his store. Fortunately, it was a small boutique store and we were the only customers.

"Actually, I don't mind at all," the guy grinned as he watched.

"See...prude!" Blake said as he tried the first pair on and looked at himself in the mirror. From the way the guy behind the counter was staring intently, I'm pretty sure he'll jizz his pants before Blake's done. He was cute and obviously gay. I was ready to take him in the back room for some fun while Blake tried on underwear, but I doubt I could get him away from the show right now. "We just got back from the Amazon," Blake explained to the guy as he tried on additional pairs of the underwear. "We hung out with a tribe in the jungle and I had to go through all sorts of stuff. I became a man in a ceremony and I had to do all these challenges to become a real member of their tribe. I even got my nipples pierced. Wanna see?"

"Uhhh," the guy stammered as he looked at me.

"Fine by me. You're pretty much the only guy left in Vancouver that hasn't seen them," I laughed. Blake pulled his shirt off over his head to show the guy, as he stood there in a pair of tight fitting assless underwear. I think I saw the guy faint a little before composing himself and coming around to take a look.

"Holy shit. Are those made of bone?"

"Yep. Hurt like a bitch when they did it. I had to bite down on a big piece of wood to stop from screaming. The guys from the Mulgari tribe did it."

"That's who you visited?" The guy asked as he looked at the nipples. I think he was rock hard as Blake took the underwear off to stand totally naked in front of him before grabbing another pair from me. I had one eye on the door in case I needed to shove Blake into a dressing room.

"No, it was the Yugenagi we visited. That's whose tribe I joined. The Mulgari wanted to buy me, but we made a deal so I didn't have to live there forever. I had to fuck 10 girls to get them pregnant, but I had to have my nipples pierced like their men had before they'd let me. They also shaved off all my hair."

The guy looked shocked as he listened to Blake unnecessarily explain his summer adventure.

"It's a long story," I assured him. "Losing his long blond hair was the worst part. He used to look cute."

"Fuck you! I'm still cute," Blake replied. "Right, dude?"

"I'd say so, but then I've never seen you with long hair. Sounds like quite the adventure."

"You have no idea. I could do without the heat and bugs, but it was totally lit."

"I'm guessing that's why you aren't shy about being naked?" The guy asked.

"No, I've never been shy. But now I'm a man, so I get to do more stuff."

"Okay, Blake. The guy doesn't need to hear your whole life story. Some things are better kept to yourself," I warned before he spouted out things that he shouldn't.

Blake spun around wearing a pair of Andrew Christian's. "Do these make my ass look good? I can't really see properly."

I almost laughed out loud as the sales guy swallowed hard and nodded. "They fit fine. Just pull the lower part down under the butt cheeks further and they'll support better."

If the guy goes to adjust them for him, this will be like one the Helix porn videos I have where the next scene is them both naked in the change room fucking. I figured I'd see if it had potential. "Those look great on you. I should get a pair like that."

"You totally should Justin," Blake grinned. "I like these ones because they have the pouch to put your penis in to make it look bigger." Because that's what he needs...to make his dick look bigger.

"What size do you wear, probably small, or medium?" The sales guy asked me.

Before I answered, Blake did. "He wears medium, probably because he has a big penis too."

"BLAKE! Let's keep private things private," I said trying not to laugh as I tried to chastise him. The sales guy took the few steps over to the display to find a pair for me.

"What? It's true though, right? I mean I have a big penis too, but I'm still growing."

I'm pretty sure the sales guy was now having trouble walking with the throbbing pole between his legs. Blake has that affect on people. He handed me the underwear and took the pile I was holding. I'm sure he was more than happy to take over handing them to Blake one at a time. I wasn't as bold, and went into the change room in front of us. As I closed the curtain, I heard Blake ask the guy how the next pair of underwear looked. He got a quick reply of `great.'

"Are you gonna show us, Justin or are you gonna be a pussy?" Blake yelled out.

"I don't need to parade around the entire store showing off my ass, Blake," I replied. He stuck his head in and looked at me.

"Yeah. Probably because you're getting old and it's getting' flabby," he giggled.

I pushed his head back out. "I'm 22 dude. I'm not old...and my ass is not flabby!"

I heard him giggle again as he pulled the curtain all the way open. "You look good in those Justin. What do you think?" He said asking the sales guy.

"Yeah..." he said almost taking a big breath of air as he spoke. "Those fit nicely."

"Show him how big your penis is Justin and see if those are the right underwear, or if you have to get other ones," Blake suggested.

"Blake, not everyone goes around whipping their dick out like you," I said as I pulled the curtain closed.

"That's why he never gets laid," Blake said to the sales guy.

"I get laid plenty, thanks. Not that it's any of your business, Blake."

"But you get laid more if you show off your junk," he rebutted.

I quickly checked my ass in the mirror just to make sure it was still a nice firm round butt, which it is, if I do say so myself. I changed back and exited, putting them with the pile Blake was collecting to buy. I told him to put his shirt back on or go into the change room. Surprisingly he didn't argue. He finished trying the underwear on and was happy with all of them. The sales guy took them to the counter and we looked around at other things. Blake picked out a couple of nice shirts that were really form fitting.

"These will show off my new nipple rings when we go get them," Blake explained as he tried them on. We could clearly see the spikes he currently had, and there would be no doubt anything he wore would show through. I agreed with him and we added them to the clothes as we were rung up.

"You should come check out the other stuff I got while we were away," Blake offered to the guy. "I have a spear, a bow and arrow, a loin cloth and a cool necklace with ocelot and jaguar teeth. I got one ocelot tooth for each girl I seeded, and the Chief gave me a jaguar tooth at the end to make me an official fertility warrior. They're pretty cool."

We were back to explaining his life story. This is gonna be a thing for a while, I'm sure.

"That sounds cool. I've never seen real Amazon tribal things before and jaguar tooth sounds amazing. Did you see a jaguar at all?"

"No. I thought I had, but it was only an ocelot. They're smaller than jaguars, but just as cool. I never got to kill it though as it was too fast."

I don't think the guy had any idea how to respond to that. I just kept quiet as I paid for everything. Blake wasn't done shocking the guy yet.

"Are you gay?" Blake asked bluntly.

"Jesus Blake. Filter, dude. I know that you're a man, but that still requires filters."

"It's cool. I like that he's so open and outgoing," the guy replied.

"Try living with it 24/7," I told him.

"Yes, I'm gay."

"Cool. So is Justin. I'm kinda mostly gay, but sometimes bisexual, and a little bit straight at times too."

"I thought you'd be straight with all those girls you were with in the jungle," the guy smiled as he handed me the bag of clothes.

"That was just my job. I had to seed them as part of their fertility thing. But boys needed my sperm too."

"Okay, Blake. Enough. Probably not a good idea to be telling everyone every detail of the trip. Remember, people who haven't been won't completely be comfortable with everything you did there."

"No, actually I'm fascinated by the cultural differences. I'm hoping I can go to places like that once I finish University."

"Which University to do you go to?" I asked. Why I asked I have no idea, it just seemed like something you do.

"SFU. Studying archaeology, so things like this interest me a lot."

"Come over and we can tell you all about it." Blake offered. Is it too late to re-implement the `don't talk to strangers' rule?

Blake quickly gave the guy his number and found out his name was Jaysen, so Blake had to mention that his uncle's name was also Jason. "Nice meeting you," I told him. "We'll look forward to seeing you at the house sometime."

"You can try on my loin cloth and necklace and I'll show you how to throw a spear and use the bow & arrow," Blake offered.

"That sounds amazing."

Blake just grinned. "Then we can do other stuff too, like the seeding. I'm pretty good at it."

"And on that inappropriate note, we're out. But seriously, feel free to come over if you really are interested in it. We can show you some of the pictures of the trip."

"I'd love to," Jaysen said as he walked us to the door. As we headed up the street Blake looked at me.

"I think he liked us."

"Ya think? You practically threw yourself at the guy. Was that deliberate that you got naked in front of him?"

"I'll never tell," he giggled.

"Blake, just remember, not everyone is gonna be okay with you being so forward. How about we keep some things private, and limit nudity while we're out in public."

"Sure, Dad. I don't want to embarrass you. Not your fault I'm hotter than you," he teased. I didn't even bother to dignify that with a response. "Where to now? Nipple rings?"

"Good idea. There's a specialty store not far from here that sells them, but do me a favour while we're in there. Please keep the conversation PG." He went to open his mouth as he grinned at me. "NO! Not `pretty gay.' Keep it family friendly. They have all sorts of things for piercing here, and I don't want you whipping your dick out to ask how it would look pierced."

"Ouch. I'd never do that."

As we entered the store Blake's eyes went wide. "Cool! They have tattoos too. Dad! Check this out, they have a jaguar. Can I get one?"

"A tattoo? I don't think so."

He spun to stare at me. "Dad. I'm a man, right? Men make their own decisions, right?"

"Right, but you're 14. You can't legally get a tattoo until you're 18," I said putting that to rest quickly. We walked over to the counter where they had everything for anything you wanted pierced. Blake stared in the case at the wide variety of nipple rings. They ranged from studs to massive hoops. I was really interested to see what he'd gravitate towards. I was pleasantly surprised when he pointed to a nice stud and a small hoop. I half expected him to pick a silver dollar size hoop and a stud the length of the ones he was wearing, but he was looking at ones not much bigger than his actual nipple. The guy came over to help us. I could best describe him as a biker looking dude. He was a large man, with tattoos everywhere and multiple visible piercings. Not my thing at all, and I hoped it wouldn't be Blakes.

"Could I see those please," Blake asked pointing to the ones he was interested in. "Do you think they would look good?"

"It's a personal choice, but I think they're a good place to start. Were you thinking of the hoop or the stud?"

"I dunno. Which is best?" Blake asked talking to the man and not bothering with my advice at all.

"I like the stud as it fits tighter for when you're doing sports, but the hoop is nice when you're shirtless. It shows a bit more."

"That's what I was thinking. What size should I get?"

"That's up to you, but for a stud, I recommend just the width of the areola. It's a more classic look."

"Airy whaty?" Blake asked

"The areola. You have the nipple, which is the pointy bit, and the areola is the brown circle around it. Some prefer a tiny stud just through the nipple, but I think the look is better across the whole thing."

"Yeah. That's what I was thinking. What about the hoop?"

"Personal choice. Just remember, the bigger it is the heavier it is and the more it can get caught on things. Are you looking to get them today?"

"Yes. I like those two," he said definitively, as he pointed to ones he wanted to see. I have to admit those would have been my choice as well.

"I have to ask. How old are you?" the man asked as Blake looked at each one up close and showing it to me.

"14," Blake replied.

"Normally you need to be 17 to get pierced without parental permission. "Is this your brother?" He asked looking at me.

Blake chuckled slightly. "He wishes! No, he's my Dad."

"Your Dad?" He asked suspiciously. Great, now he thinks I'm his Daddy getting him all pimped out.

"He's adopted. Long story. I do have proof if you need it."

"No, that's cool. It's just you look more like his brother. You two have the same eyes."

"Yeah, we are related, but again...long story."

"My other family died," Blake said bluntly, making my long story much shorter.

"I'm sorry about that," the man replied.

"It's okay. It's not your fault," he said, then looked up slowly at the man and stared at him. `It wasn't your fault...was it?" he said trying to be intimidating. The kid never ceases to surprise me.

The man laughed. "No, probably not. So you want to get these, or think about it?"

"No, I want them," Blake said quickly.

"What size would you like? We can go over and measure you before we do the actual piercing."

"Oh, I already have piercings. I had them done in the rainforest when I joined a tribe there," he said bluntly. And here we go again. The man smiled at him as if this were just another kid with a fabricated story.

"You did huh?"

"Yep. But I shouldn't wear them to school. They'd be uncomfortable under my shirt. It's okay when you're naked, but they pull too much when you have a shirt on."

The man looked at me. "Are you giving your permission for him to get these?" He asked. "We'd just need you to sign a permission form since he's 14."

"That's fine," I replied as he took us into the back and asked Blake to remove his shirt. I wish I'd had a camera for the look of surprise on his face. I mean this guy has probably seen every type of piercing there is and yet the look on his face was like your grandmother would have given when you showed up with an earring.

"You weren't kidding. Those are the real deal, huh?"

"Yep. The Mulgari held me down, made me bite on a piece of wood and pierced me with a sharp bone needle before they put these in. I had to do it."

"Blake. Remember...not everyone needs your life story."

"I was just gonna say that I had to do it to become one of their warriors."

"Respect little man. Mad respect. Would you be comfortable letting me take a picture of those? I can keep his face out of it if you'd prefer."

"It's fine by me. He's got the pics up on his Instagram account as it is."

He took a couple of pictures. One up close and one of Blake's upper body and face. I think Blake enjoyed the admiration...who am I kidding, I KNOW Blake enjoyed the admiration. The guy carefully measured Blake's nipples and tried a coupled up against him to get the right sizing until Blake was satisfied. Then he took a close look at the actual piercing.

"Would you just like to take them with you, or would you like them changed here?"

Blake looked at me. "Up to you," I replied. Why ask me at this point. He was pretty much doing his own thing as it was.

"I think we should change them here if that's okay?"

"Do you want a stud in one and the hoop in the other, or how do you want to do it? Have you given it any thought yet?"

"Yeah. I'd just like my right nipple to stay pierced and I'd want the hoop in for right now."

"Will it be okay without anything in the other one?" I asked, since he was a professional.

He inspected them closely. "The bone is thin enough that once they're removed, the skin will heal back over in no time. I recommend using vitamin E on both and maybe just put a bandage over the unused one to prevent any sort of infection until it's healed. Shouldn't need more than a week. The vitamin E will help reduce scarring. If these had been thicker and stretched the skin, sometimes stitches are required, but these look fine. We can do this in a couple minutes."

"Will it hurt?" Blake asked. "I can bite down on a piece of wood if you need me to," he offered.

The man laughed. No, you'll just feel a little discomfort as we exchange them. I'll numb the nipple with some ice and you'll barely feel a thing. You already did the hard part with the actual piercing."

He took Blake over to a nearby chair and let the other guy in the shop see the piercings Blake had. He also was impressed by them, congratulating Blake on having something so authentic. He recommended that Blake keep the bones in case he ever wanted to put them back again.

"Oh, I am," he grinned. "How old do you have to be to get a tattoo?" He asked suddenly.

"Legally there's no limit here in BC, but we don't tattoo anyone under 17 without parental permission," the man explained as he put a small ice pack on each of Blake's nipples after laying the chair back slightly.

"Can I get the jaguar one, Dad? PLEASE!" He begged. "Just a small one, right on my ass."

"Definitely not. You're not tattooing your ass," I said firmly.

"How about my arm?"

"No."

"Come on Justin. Please! How about on my lower leg? I could hide it under socks if you didn't want people to see it. Please! I'll do anything. Name it."

"This sounds like the ideal time to bargain for always keeping your room clean, and getting the dishes done for the rest of your life."

"Done," he said holding his hand out for me to shake.

"Shit. Colin's gonna kill me."

"Come on Dad. Colin will be cool with it. I promise."

"No, he won't despite your promise. Alright, but on your lower leg and no bigger than five centimeters."

"Wicked! You heard the man. One five-centimeter jaguar tattoo please."

"I'll let you pick the design you want while I work on the nipple rings for you," he said as he went and got a book for Blake to look through. I had no idea there were this many designs. Blake thumbed through them and pointed to the one he liked. It was a full body jaguar in a crouching position ready to pounce. It actually would be the one I'd choose if I were getting one.

"How long will it take to do?" I asked.

"Full colour or just in black?" The man asked.

"Full colour, please. It's pretty much only yellow and black anyway, right?" Blake replied.

"There's a few more than that to make it look as real as possible. I'd say it should be no more than an hour for something this size. It'll just depend on how you can handle it as we proceed. You may want to do it in a couple of sessions."

"Will it hurt?" Blake asked.

"Yes, but not as much your piercing probably did. We won't need you to bite down on anything," he said with a small smile. You still okay with the idea?"

Blake basically snorted. "Bring it on. Us men can handle it."

"And you're okay with him getting it done?" He asked me.

I shrugged. "I'll give my permission and hope my husband doesn't kill me when I get home."

I watched as the two bone spikes were removed from Blake and he stared intently as they came out. I shuddered slightly as I felt for him, but Blake never flinched or even moved. Much less intense than when they went in. He sterilized the hoop and used what looked like forceps to pull the nipple out gently and put the ring in. He fastened it and wiped the area down carefully.

"Good fit," he said sitting back to let Blake see it. "I'll put a small bandage over the other one to stop any dirt getting in until you can get home and apply the vitamin E. How's it feel?"

"Looks awesome," Blake grinned. "What do you think, Justin. Cool huh?"

"Very cool," I admitted, and honestly it looked a thousand percent better than the two bones sticking out of him.

Next up was the tattoo. I have hope they have a chair for me to sit down so I don't faint. It was bad enough when I got my arm band, but I didn't look at that either as it was being done. The first process was easy as the guy wiped the skin with an antiseptic and dried it. Then he sketched the tattoo where Blake wanted it on his left calf and asked him to approve it. He stared at it for a while and nodded to him with a big smile. He'd done it in colour so Blake would see the finished result. Next up was the needle out of the package. I chose not to watch as I'm just a bit squeamish...okay, a lot squeamish. I heard the tattoo gun start up and had to go look around the store. I heard the guy ask Blake a few times if he were okay, with Blake responding that he was fine. I did my best to hang in there and when it was finally over, I felt my whole body relax. I went to check on him and the skin looked red and angry. The guy assured us that was normal, but to watch for any allergic reaction, or inflammation. He said it would be rare, but it could happen. He wrapped the leg with a sterile bandage and taped it in place.

"I thought they wrapped it with saran wrap first?" I asked.

"No. That's the wrong way to do it. We want the bandage to not only be able to breathe, but absorb any blood and sweat that may occur. After 24 hours, I suggest removing it and then just be careful until it heals."

"How long will that normally take?" I couldn't remember how long mine had been.

"A couple weeks usually. Avoid soaking it in water. So, no baths or pools during that time. A shower is fine and it's okay to wash gently with soap and water, but pat it dry. Don't pick at any scabs that might form. Let it heal naturally and you'll get the best result. Once it's healed it's pretty durable. You may want to come back in a few years and have the colour touched up, especially since you still have a bit of growing to do."

"Will the tattoo distort as he grows?" I asked. Maybe I should have asked that BEFORE he got it.

"One something that size, it won't be noticeable at all. I wouldn't do anything bigger though until he stops growing."

I didn't bother to tell him that I really didn't want Blake to have any more tattoos anyway. I had two and those were enough. Blake grinned wildly as he thanked the guy and kept staring at his leg, now with a bandage around it. I wonder how long I can keep that hidden from Colin. Maybe until Blake turns 18?

We paid for everything and our next stop was to get some vitamin E and a couple gauze pads for his nipple. I've never seen Blake so happy or excited.

"That actually hurt quite a bit, Dad, but not as bad as I thought," he admitted.

"I was proud of you. You did amazing. Better than me when I got the arm band."

"I wish I could have seen that. I'll bet you cried like a little girl," he teased.

"Asshole. I did not. I only whimpered slightly and had to stop several times."

He giggled. "What else are we doing?"

"That's it unless you have anything else in mind. You probably don't need a haircut," I laughed looking at his bald head with just a small amount of hair having returned.

"Yeah, probably not for six months at least. Wanna go get other clothes for back to school? We could get cool stuff." So that's what we did as he selected items that were a lot more grown up than some of the other things he had. Maybe I am getting old, but I still don't know why we buy jeans with rips in them, when we could just rip holes in his old ones and make them look just as trendy for free.

By the time we got home, I was ready for a nap. We were barely in the house before his clothes were off and he was pulling on a pair of his new assless underwear. In the entire time we'd been out, no one had said a word about the fact he was barefoot. We're gonna save a fortune on shoes and socks, although we had bought a couple new pairs of runners while we were out.

"How do I look?" Blake asked as he showed off his underwear and nipple piercing to me.

"Very cute. The pouch on that underwear really shows off your package nicely," I said as I reached out to grab it and adjust him slightly, before spinning him around. "Frames your ass perfectly too. People are gonna want to fuck you stupid," I replied as I slapped it.

"Go for it!" he giggled as he wiggled his ass.

"Dude, I already know you're stupid. No need to fuck you!" I joked slapping his ass again.

"Rude," he replied sticking his tongue out at me, and then bent over. "But you can't resist something this good, can you?"

"No, probably not, but how about first we put that vitamin E on your nipples to help them heal quicker. Then maybe I'll slap some inside your hole in case it needs healing too."

He grinned wildly as I grabbed the jar of cream and the gauze bandages and he sat down. I carefully removed the one over his left nipple and gently applied the cream. His bare nipple didn't actually look that bad, but it was obvious that it had been pierced. I re-applied the gauze over top of it and fastened it in place. I put cream on the nipple where his new hoop ring was and put a band-aid over it, leaving just the lower half of the hoop visible.

"I wonder if this stuff will tighten up your hole. You're probably so loose we could get someone's head in therer by now," I said insulting him.

"That's nasty harsh! My ass is way better than yours. Maybe it's the best ass anywhere," he said sticking his tongue out at me as he jumped up.

"You think so huh? Maybe I should find out for myself then." I took him over to the back of the couch and almost threw him over the top, but stopped once his ass was straight up in my face. He put his hands down on the cushion as I got between his legs and opened them up. I slid my hand underneath the band of his underwear to feel his tight balls. He moaned slightly before I used my other hand to pull his cheeks apart and lowered my face into his ass, making sure to lick the full length of his crack causing him to squirm all over the place. He was making so much noise we could have attracted the attention of the neighbours. I dipped a finger into the vitamin E and worked it inside to rub his prostate. When he squeaked slightly, I added a second finger. I pulled my shirt off and leaned in to kiss his back as I worked to get my pants and underwear off. I pulled him backward so that his feet were on the floor with legs apart. I leaned up against him as I freed my fingers from his hole. I leaned in to kiss his back, and then put my hand around his neck. I turned his head so we could kiss, which forced him to arch his back nicely.

"I'm scared I might fall in if I fuck you," I joked. "I was pretty sure I heard an echo in there."

"Ha! No you didn't. But I guess that's all you know how to do huh? All talk and no action? No wonder you have to keep getting different boys every time. No one wants seconds."

"Oh, you are a mouthy little shit, aren't you? When did you become so bold?"

"When I became a man," he giggled. "Please do it. Don't do what you usually do and say we can't, okay?"

"You mean like this?" I asked as I pushed the tip of my cock into him and slowly kept going. "Is this what you want?"

"Oh god, yeah. Oh fuck!" He moaned as he leaned forward and thrust his ass back against me. He almost did all the work as I went balls deep with no effort at all. He was loud when he was getting fucked, so it was no surprise when I looked over and saw Ben standing on the back stairs watching with his hand inside his underwear.

"Hey Ben! Take those off and come join us?"

He smiled as he came the rest of the way down the spiral stairs, lowering his underwear and kicking them aside as he walked over.

"Stand on the couch and give Blake something to play with while I fuck him." Ben wasted no time standing on the sofa and letting Blake take his cock into his mouth. "See, he really likes something to keep his focus. Come on Blake, don't be rude. Take his whole cock and suck him properly...like a man."

Blake grabbed Ben's thighs and pulled him closer, and I did my best to watch him swallow the entire thing. "Guess he learned a few things watching me suck dick," I bragged.

Blake pulled off Ben's penis for a second. "Yeah, and yet somehow I still figured out how to do it right anyway," he laughed before going right back down the full length of Ben's erection. I chose not to respond to the insult.

"Get him nice and hard so he can fuck you when I'm done," I said as I grabbed Blake's hips firmly and plowed in and out. We spit roast the hell out of him as I reached around and pulled Blake's cock out of his underwear so I could jerk him off. "You like him sucking your cock, don't you?"

"Mmmhmmm," Ben moaned as I reached over and tweaked a nipple.

"You'd like fucking him even more though, right?"

"Oh yeah."

"Well get ready Ben, I'm just about to cum and then you can get in here."

I grunted and shot my load inside Blake. He wiggled his ass against me when he heard me cumming. I think he might even have squeezed his cheeks together to try and get more out of me. Who taught him skills like this? I'd been underestimating the boy. I pulled out and Ben quickly bounced off the couch and came around behind him. Before I let Ben inside, I yanked Blake's underwear off and tossed it aside, then watched as Ben entered him. He's not as big as me, but I don't think either of them cared. I sucked Ben's nipples as I jerked Blake off while they fucked. It took very little time before they were both climaxing. Blake all over the back of the couch, and Ben flooding his hole to add his seed to mine. It's a good thing this is a leather couch and not a fabric one. Makes the cleanup a lot easier. I smiled when Blake spun around, wrapped his arms around Ben and they kissed.

"That was fun! I'm glad you guys are treating me equal now. I gotta take all my stuff upstairs and use the bum washer. Catch ya later," he said as he almost bounced away. He ran up the front stairs with all his parcels.

"So? We're really all fucking him now?" Ben asked with a big smile.

"After what he went through in the Amazon, we promised him that we'd treat him like an adult, and he made us promise that would include sex. It's not like he doesn't know what he's doing. I'm pretty sure he could teach us a thing or two."

"Isn't that the truth. I can't even tell you how much I've learned from him, and he's younger than me."

"Well you know what they say. A family that cums together, stays together."

"You might be spelling `comes' wrong," Ben laughed.

"You do it your way, I'll do it mine. What's on the agenda for today?"

"I was gonna go over to Razor's and see if he wanted to fool around, but I think that just took care of me being horny, so we'll probably go to the mall or something instead."

"Or just hang around with Razor, Cade and Yukon. I'm sure some action will flare up."

"Yukon is still straight dude. No matter how we want him to be gay," Ben laughed. "You do know there are still some boys that are straight, right?"

"That's just stupid talk," I grinned. "They're only straight while they're cock virgins. Once they've gone fag, you have `em in the bag!"

Ben rolled his eyes. "That's not a saying."

"It will be if we keep saying it. I've blown lots of straight boys, and trust me they come back for more. Before you know it, they're smoking pole and taking it up the ass as well as any homo."

"Then you wake up from your dream?"

"Your loss. You stick with the gay ones and leave the straight boys for me to train. If Yukon's home when you get there, send him over and I'll text you pictures of his legs over my shoulders."

"You're so weird sometimes...but I still love you," Ben grinned.

Why am I weird? Straight boys are like snack food because they're fun and quick. Gay guys are the entrees as they last longer. Pop a couple straight boys and you're still hungry, am I right? Like Chinese food. Now don't even get me started on Asian straight boys. You're hungry for them again before you're even done. "You want me to fuck you before you head out, or are you good?" I asked.

"I'm good. Razor will probably want to do that, and your cock might stretch out my hole too much," he replied.

"Awww, you say the nicest things sometimes," I replied smiling as I patted his ass. He grabbed his underwear and headed upstairs. "I always appreciate being able to use my cock for good." I looked around. Great, here I am naked in the great room talking to myself again.

Colin got home and I figured I better let him know of our adventures all day, as I'm sure the first thing Blake will do is show him. I told him about the underwear shopping and nipple ring exchange, which he instantly approved of. "Okay, now don't get mad, but I also let him get a small tattoo."

"What? Really?"

"Just a small one. He wanted it on his ass."

"Tell me you didn't," Colin said staring at me.

"No, of course not. Then he asked for arm, but we settled on a small on one his lower leg."

Colin nodded. "Good compromise, I guess. What did he get?"

"A jaguar."

"Why am I not surprised? I guess he really is growing up fast. I wonder if the kids at his school will have matured as much over the summer."

"I doubt it. I just hope he can filter things and not just blurt out everything he did."

"If I were us, I'd sit by the phone waiting for the call from the principal," Colin said only partially joking. I think we both knew that we'd be getting those calls. I mean Blake was polite, smart and very outgoing, but the lack of filter in his conversation is usually what got him into the most trouble.

School was fast approaching for all of us and we were ready to go. I was looking forward to getting back to university to welcome the new freshmen. I'm as outgoing as Blake in that respect. I like to make everyone feel like they belong. I just hope the stairwell hasn't become so popular that I can't take freshmen there for their introductory tour of University.

End of Chapter.

Will Justin ever become a shrinkologist? Will Blake get his brother home? Is Darcy coming out of his shell? How much of the Triple J's can one-person handle? These, and other answers to question that haven't even been asked, are ahead in future chapters. Comments welcome at outinwest@gmail.com