The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 184

Day 1267 of the arrival of Blake into our house began like all others. (For the record, it ended the same too, it sounds more dramatic this way). I had talked to Kyle and Troy about my plan to have them meet Justyn and they were pretty excited to participate; like I knew they would be.

After my psych class that I like to call my stare at Harris class, interrupted only briefly to make sure the professor was still at the front talking about something or other. Once it was over, I made a point to talk to Justyn as he left.

"Feel like grabbing lunch today?" I asked.

"Lunch as in the same lunch we had yesterday? I have an extra hour today," he replied with a grin.

"I'm sure that extra hour will come in handy. "How about we eat at the food court first then?"

"Sounds good," he said and took off.

Nate came and put his arm around my shoulder. "Is that the next conquest?"

"Please, bitch. I already conquested that. Jealous much?"

Nate laughed. "Not jealous in any way imaginable. You two hooking up again?"

"And again. And again. At least until I'm bored of him. Half the fun is convincing them to have sex, after that the ride loses luster and you don't want to buy as many tickets. Those that just throw themselves at you are okay, but not as much of a thrill."

Nate just stared at me without saying anything.

"What?"

"You throw yourself at every guy you see. Did you just insult yourself?"

"NO! And you're missing the point. In life there are hunters and prey. I'm a hunter. It's my job to be dominant and outgoing, or I'd never get my prey. Those that are out to be caught, enjoy being captured and used."

He continued to stare at me, only this time with a furled brow and a shake of the head. "Since when does prey enjoy being caught? Like literally in every documentary, the weaker animal flees in terror when they see the predator approaching."

"Yeah, well not in the nature documentaries when they show the alpha male taking a partner from behind. Half the time the one getting boned has a contented look on its face while accepting the stud. That's the type I'm talking about. You should see the look on a guy's face when I take him for the first time."

"I'll take your word for it," he said as we headed off to our next class, halfway across the building.

"No need. I'll just bring a mirror next time."

He didn't reply. Either because he wanted to see his face as I entered him, or because he already knew how it felt to have an alpha male inside you. We all know I'm mostly an alpha male. At least when I'm not at home. There, it's Colin who is the alpha. I can accept that if it means he wants to keep fucking me.

At lunch I met up with Justyn and we headed to the food court, where in the distance I spotted Kyle and Troy. I nudged Justyn. "Hey. Isn't that the Kyle guy you were talking about yesterday?" I asked.

"Where?" He said looking around.

"Over there at the Chinese food kiosk."

"Yeah. That's him. God, he's so cute, but see...his boyfriend is with him again. Every time. It's like the two are glued together."

"I'm in a mood for Chinese. You?"

"I prefer white guys," he said almost absentmindedly.

"Noted, but I was talking about lunch. As in food," I laughed.

"Oh, right. Ummm, I'm not sure I could go over there."

"Yeah, you can. Come on. At the very least you can get close enough to smell him, maybe lick an ear. Something like that."

"As soon as you do that with Harris, I'll do that with Kyle," he replied.

"Point taken. But come on, we can at least line up with them."

We wandered over and joined the line for food. I got an acknowledging glance and smile from the guys, but as planned, they didn't say anything.

"Did you see that?" I asked Justyn. "They both smiled at us. I think they want into our pants."

"No they didn't," he replied. "You're just amplifying facial expressions to encourage me to proceed more aggressively."

"Wow. You're taking this psychology stuff seriously, huh?"

"Aren't you?"

"Of course. How else can I fine tune my gaydar?"

We watched as Kyle and Troy ordered their meal and headed for a table. The place fills up fast, especially at lunch. On sunny days it's better, as lots of people go eat outside. Today was a bit cloudy and overcast, which technically is the same thing. It just sounds better when reporting weather. Like today we'll be experiencing heavy cloud cover with intermittent showers, followed by rain in the late morning. This will taper off to light drizzle by afternoon, but with continued overcast skies.' So basically, it's gonna rain all day with grey skies. Just say that, and let's get back to the news to make you even more depressed. The Russians are arming both sides of the conflict near the Gonzo strip. Sources close to Gonzo says he'd like some peace and quiet while he's undressing. A government official announce today that they are spending 40 billion dollars on a study looking into ways to return to a balanced budget and trim the national deficit, currently estimated to be 40 billion.'

We got our meals and carried our tray out to the tables. "Follow me. I have an idea," I said to him as I walked over to where Kyle and Troy were sitting. Surprisingly there were two available seats next to them. How lucky for me and Justyn.

"Hey, are these seats taken?" I asked Troy.

"No, go ahead," he replied as casually as you would with a stranger, before returning to his conversation with Kyle. I took the seat next to Troy, forcing Justyn to sit next to Kyle. I could have switched seats so that he was able to stare at Kyle, but I figured he appreciate being closer.

"Thanks," I said to the guys. "This place fills up so fast."

"Yeah, we like to get here early so we're not eating our food out on the floor somewhere. I'm Kyle by the way."

"Justin, and that's also Justyn."

"Spelled differently," Justyn added.

"How is `differently' pronounced Justyn, exactly?" Troy asked being a smart ass. "I'm Troy."

"Nice to meet you," Justyn said. "I meant I spell my name with a Y in it instead of an I."

"That makes mores sense," he nodded and returned to talking with Kyle.

"I think I was daydreaming through half the class this morning," I said to Justyn. "Did I miss anything important?"

"No, not really. Mostly just more about how to control the ebb and flow of a conversation to pickup on subtle nuances in tone and deflection, allowing you to redirect for possible misinformation, or lack of detail therein."

"Oh, so like the entire basis of psychology. Good thing I daydreamed my way through that."

"Late night or something?" He asked.

"No. Harris, being in my line of sight. Today he was playing with his hair so much, I almost volunteered to go down and do it for him," I grinned.

"God, just go talk to him already. He may look hot, but for all you know he's an empty-headed dumbass."

"That's actually my favorite type," I joked. "I have a feeling he's not only good looking, but like Mensa smart too. That would be the worst. I like them dumb, naked and horny."

Troy laughed. "Sorry for listening in. I didn't mean to. I just thought you were talking about Kyle right in front of him. Owww!" He said loudly as he jumped. "Shithead, don't kick me."

"Deserved and executed," Kyle replied. "I thought you had to see the TA before class."

"Shit, I almost forgot. What time is it?" Troy said sitting more upright.

Kyle grabbed Troy's wrist and looked at his watch. "12:20."

"I gotta go. You wanna join me?"

"Nah. I have a couple of things to do myself," he said glancing at me and smiling.

"Like?"

"Like things. Just you know...boy things," he said sounding a bit nervous. Nice acting.

"What the fuck are boy things?"

"Uhhh...you should maybe take an anatomy class next semester if you don't know that," Kyle joked as Troy picked up his tray to leave, glancing back a couple times to look at us.

"Damn!" I said as I continued to stare, and made a point of noticeably adjusting my crotch.

"What?" Justyn asked.

"Nothing. Sorry, I was just watching Troy walk away."

Kyle laughed. "Yeah, that little ass is his best feature. He pretends to get pissed off when people compliment him on it, or slap it, but I think he actually enjoys the attention. If you think it looks good walking away, you should see it without pants."

"I wish. Have you seen it?" I asked, trying to sound nervously bold, while Justyn had his face buried in his lunch tray.

"Sure. We're friends, so it's inevitable at some point, especially at wild parties."

"How long you been friends? Or are you more than friends?" I asked bluntly.

"We've known each other about four years, something like that. We're just friends."

"Do you party a lot?"

"No more than most. I think we do more pot than alcohol now that it's legal."

"I hear ya there. We like to mellow out a bit before class, right Justyn?"

"Huh?" He asked looking up at me, suddenly a nervous, shy, introvert. He'd gone from being the guy that complimented my cock in the bathroom and fucking me in his trailer five minutes later, to whatever this was. Almost the equivalent of a ten-year-old being asked to hold hands with a girl.

"We like smokin' up before class. He's got some good shit in his motor home," I added.

"Yeah, I guess. It helps get through the day," he admitted quietly.

"You still have some? I smoked my last joint before class. Wouldn't mind another before the afternoon session. I could pay you for it."

"He definitely has some. Wanna invite Kyle back to the motor home?" I asked kicking Justyn slightly under the table.

"Uh, sure. Yeah. That'd be cool. I could use a joint myself," he said actually forming an entire sentence. I wonder if this is how I sounded when I first met `Marvin'.

We quickly finished lunch and headed back to the motor home in the back of the parking lot. As we entered, Justyn went to open some of the window. "Sorry, it's kinda warm in here. I try to park in as much shade as I can find, but sometimes, it heats up if I forget to crack a window."

"No worries. This is cool. You live here, or is this a home away from home?" Kyle asked as he glanced around.

"No, this is home," Justyn admitted.

"Why don't you grab those joints and we'll get comfortable," I said as I took Kyle to the couch area, where he gave me a smirk and a nod. I hope that mean he approves of Justyn as I have no intention of stopping the game now. Especially now that our `prey' was in the net. I quickly removed my shirt in front of him.

"Uhhh...what are you doing?" Kyle asked trying to sound nervous.

"Getting comfortable. First, it's too damn warm in here until we get some air circulating, and second, I don't want to be sitting in class reeking of pot, so I put my clothes under the couch cushions to stop them getting smoke on them. Not a problem when you smoke outside, but sealed in a tin can, everything gets coated. Hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable or anything," I said as I unbuttoned my pants and kicked off my shoes.

"No, not at all. That's pretty smart actually. I guess we could always go outside if you wanted to," he offered.

"We could, but if we stay in here, we can use the bong and get a better buzz going."

"Sounds good to me," Kyle nodded as Justyn returned with the stuff we needed. He looked at me a bit surprised, especially as I dropped my pants and took them off. I folded my shirt and pants and stuffed them under the couch cushions.

"I explained to Kyle that we leave our clothes tucked away so they don't reek of pot when we're done. He's cool with it. Just in case you thought this was some sort of strip show to entice him into bed."

"No, I wasn't thinking that," he said as I took the stuff from him and placed it on the table, before I put my hands on the bottom of his shirt and pushed it up over his head. He let me remove it and then shook his head to get his hair back into place.

"Do you actually do strip shows to get guys into bed?" Kyle asked as he watched me partially undress Justyn. "I'm guessing that means you're gay?"

"Is that a problem? Would it affect you wanting to get high?" I asked, staring at him while Justyn seemed to be frozen in place like we were currently buffering. "You gotta pay for the pot somehow, and we don't take cash or credit."

Justyn elbowed me in the side. "He's kidding."

"Not a problem for me. So, are you two like boyfriends?"

"Us?" I laughed. "No. We're just buddies who fuck when we're horny. Nothing serious. What about you? No offense or anything, but I get a strong vibe from you that perhaps you swing your bat for guys more than girls."

"I'm cisgender fluid omnisexual," he replied with, pardon the pun, a straight face.

"Which is what, exactly?" I asked. If they add any more sexualities, genders or fluids, I'm going to need a translation app to talk to people someday, or at the very least...a bucket. Are we still called people? Carbon based, life emitting, chromosome filled, meat bags. That'll ever catch on. "I know what cisgender is. So I'm pretty sure you're a boy with a penis."

"True. I also don't mind if I have sex with a boy or a girl as long as I like them, and I change preferences from time to time."

"Isn't that pansexual?" I asked honestly as I unbuttoned Justyn's pants casually as I talked to Kyle. I could feel Justyn tensing up, but he was allowing me to proceed, regardless.

"Well, that's insulting," he said trying to sound offended, but I knew him well enough to know he was just teasing. "Pansexuals are basically blind to gender and are just attracted to the person themselves. Omnisexuals see gender, much like a heterosexual might. We see physical characteristics that attract us to them... it could be a nice rack, or great ass, or a decent penis. It could just as easily be an amazing smile or eyes that draw us in, but we notice the gender."

"Wouldn't that be the same as bisexual?" I asked.

"No. Wow, you're really stuck in the last century huh? Bisexual by definition means two-sexual. So if you're a male or female, they would have sex with you equally."

I'm pretty sure there are only two official sexes. Male and Female, or has that also fucking changed while I've been in the 20th century on vacation?

"Omnisexual would also include transexual," he added for clarification.

"Oh. That really seems like a small difference to create and entire category for. There's way too many now."

"I agree, but I think everyone has a right to identify in a way that makes them comfortable. Like how do you identify?" He asked standing up beside.

"I usually identify as Justin," I grinned as I held out my hand. "Hi I'm Justin. There...identified."

He laughed and shook my hand. "And you're Justyn with a Y," Kyle said reaching out to shake his hand as well.

Justyn returned the handshake.

"You both have really warm hands," he acknowledged. "I guess it is pretty warm in here. Would you object if I took off my shirt?"

"I wouldn't object if you took off all your clothes and showed us your fluids," I joked.

"That's funny. I'll have to remember that," Kyle said as he pulled his shirt off. Now, I've seen Kyle naked as much as I've seen him with clothes, and he's definitely toned. I doubt any guy straight, gay, dripping fluids, binary, non-binary, bi-binary, tri-binary, sexual or asexual, pan fried or baked, wouldn't find him attractive.

As Kyle folded his shirt, I took the opportunity to drop Justyn's pants so he could step out of them, leaving both him and I in only our underwear.

"So we gonna hit that bong and get a little buzz going before the afternoon snooze fest begins?" I asked.

"I kinda like my classes. Taking aviation," Kyle replied, as Justyn moved to get the bong ready. I nudged Kyle and looked at his pants, giving him the `get them off' eyes. Very specific eyes. He got the messages and took them off to join us in just his underwear.

"No wonder you like pot. Flying high is your thing baby," I laughed as I sat on the couch, inviting him to join me. I made sure to leave room beside Kyle for Justyn. After all, this plan is to hook Justyn up, not me. If I want Kyle, I'll just take him at home. I realized that if Justyn and I remained friends for long, eventually I'd have to tell him I lived with Kyle, but for today, this is just fun.

Justyn lit the bong and sat down beside Kyle. I think he noticed the skin-to-skin contact, but with his focus being on another subject, he was handling it okay. He passed the bong to Kyle who inhaled and passed it to me. I handed it back to Justyn and we went for round two. I'm a light weight when it comes to pot, so I instantly felt the buzz. When they find me, I'll be asleep in the driver's seat of my car, covered in cheese puffs and Doritos. On my next turn, I told Kyle to look at me and open his mouth. I inhaled and grabbed his head to lean in and blow the smoke into his mouth. He inhaled and laughed.

"Nice. My turn. Justyn, you open your mouth," Kyle said repeating the action with him. I almost pushed their heads together when I noticed how close Kyle got to Justyn. I got up and grabbed us all some water and by the time I sat down, I noticed Justyn had his hand over his crotch hiding his obvious excitement of being so close to his almost naked idol.

"I have a nice buzz going now," I announced as we drank our water. "Shit either makes me tired, hungry or horny. Sometimes all three at once," I said grinning stupidly.

"I can relate to hungry and horny," Kyle agreed.

"Justyn just gets horny. Don't you buddy?" I announced as I reached over Kyle and grabbed Justyn's package, to show off the outline of his erection.

"Shit. Sorry," he said as he quickly puled my hand off and covered himself with his arm.

"No need to apologize, dude. We're not cisgender men if we can't get a good solid boner going. Especially after smoking some fine ganja. I'm half a joint and half a chubby away from a full rod myself. You're a pretty quiet guy, Justyn. Is that just the pot, or are you always like this?" Kyle said to him.

"I'm probably just tired. Late night," he said quietly, not really looking at Kyle. "I think I get a lot quieter when I'm high too. At least that's what my friends say."

"Don't believe that shit, Kyle," I said shaking my head. "Justyn is normally way outgoing. He's just shy around you."

"Me? Why? I'm not intimating or anything am I?" He asked turning to look at Justyn, who just shook his head.

"Kyle, dude. Justyn has a serious crush on you and is a little freaked out that you're here right now," I told him bluntly. It was time to ramp this up, or we could still be here by dinner time. We wouldn't know it was dinner time as we'd be pretty lit up, but we'd probably still be in our underwear on the couch.

"Justin!" Justyn said quickly, horrified that I'd just revealed his secret. What? I never said he had confidentiality. Not my fault he assumes things. He should know better, considering we're both in the same class together.

"What? You do. I mean come on Kyle; do you really think that boner is from the pot? He boned up the second he sat beside you and your leg touched him."

"I did not," Justyn said as he panic defended himself. "It's just warm in here and I'm a little high. That's all."

"Yeah, right. Kyle, do you have a boyfriend," I asked.

He laughed. "Yeah. Why, you offering?"

"Not for me. I have a boyfriend as well. I mean we have an open relationship, so he's fine if I bang someone else, as long as I bring him home at some point for him to play with."

"That's your rule?" He asked looking at me.

"Yeah. We agree that we can play with anyone we want, once. But if we decide we like them enough to go again, we have to bring them home for the other partner to check out."

"Do you have three-ways?" Kyle asked.

"Of course. Don't you?"

"No. My boyfriend is the jealous type with a raging temper. He sometimes freaks if I even look at a hot guy for too long."

"So you never fool around with someone else by yourself?" I asked setting him up as planned.

"I never said that. I just keep some things private, and I'm sure Chance does. We just never talk about it."

"That's your boyfriend? Chance?" Justyn asked, suddenly joining in the conversation. I guess we'd reached the pot infusion level that drops some of his inhibitions and nerves.

"Yep. He's super cute, but sometimes I just wish he'd drop the monogamous thing and go to an orgy with me. I think it'd be hot to watch him be gang banged by a few other guys, or have him watch me with someone, even if we didn't both like the same guy."

"So what type of guys do you like?" I asked.

"I dunno. Good looking guys with nice personalities."

"Too broad. Come on. What gets you hard when you see a guy?"

"Well sitting in my underwear smoking pot with two other almost naked guys is a good start," he laughed as he too another hit off the bong and blew the smoke into Justyn's mouth.

"Okay, let's be more specific. Main hair colour that attracts you?"

"Not really what I look for. I think it all depends on how the hair looks on the guy. How it accentuates his face. I guess I see a great smile and maybe the shape of the nose."

"What about build?"

"Fit, mostly. Either toned or muscular. Both are fine. Not really attracted to guys who don't look after themselves," Kyle replied.

"Hairy or smooth?"

"Mostly smooth. I don't mind some nicely trimmed chest hair, but not a chest full of long hair. Kinda turns me off."

"What about pubes? Same thing?"

"As long as they're trimmed and neat, I'm fine with pubes. Not the wild type that take over the whole area like weeds. Balls, I prefer smooth. Same as the ass. You?"

"Smoother the better," I replied honestly.

"Justyn?"

"I'm closer to what you prefer, Kyle," he replied. "I don't mind some hair in moderation. My buddy like bears. The bigger and hairier the better. I can't imagine facing that."

"What about Kyle? How's he look now that you can see more of him? Is he still as hot almost naked as he is with clothes on?" I asked really putting him on the spot.

"Yeah, he's fine," he replied quietly again.

"Ya hear that Kyle? You're fine. A glowing two star review if I ever heard one."

"Okay Kyle, forgetting that Justyn has a crush on you, and is currently showing the personality of an introvert on the verge of a coma, who would you take to bed if you had the chance? Wait, wrong word... if you had the opportunity. Obviously, you already have a Chance in your life," I said laughing.

"I'd be fine with either of you," he said not committing at all. I'm mean that's the end plan, but Justyn doesn't know that.

"Okay, but if your boyfriend said you could only have one, who would you pick between us?"

"I dunno," he shrugged.

I stood up and face him. "Justyn, get up here."

"I'm kinda chillin' bro," he replied. Sounded way too chill to me, but like I care.

"Just stand up and let him see us side by side," I said as I grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet and positioned him next to me, facing Kyle. "There. Now you can see us better."

"Still think I'd be happy with either," he replied as he took another hit.

"What about now?" I asked as I reached over and yanked Justyn's shorts down, being careful not to snap his boner off. He quickly tried to grab them, but I had them to his ankles, working them off his feet before he could really process anything. I flung the undies aside. "Okay, now who?"

"Well, obviously him," he said pointing to Justyn smiling. "Nice boner."

Justyn quickly covered up with his hands.

"Doesn't seem fair though. I've seen him. What do you have to compare to that?" Kyle grinned as he rubbed his crotch.

I nodded and dropped my underwear and kicked them aside. "Happy?"

He nodded and shook his head as if contemplating between us. I know he's kidding. He'd always take me over anyone else. It's just how it is in my world. "Turn around," he said spinning his hand in the air.

We both turned to let him checkout out asses, and then turned back. "So, who would you pick?" I asked again.

"Obviously still this Justyn," he said pointing to him.

"Why obviously?" I asked trying to sound insulted.

"Because he's hard, and you're not. Obviously, he's more into this than you are."

"That's not a good reason. He's always hard. Right, Justyn?" I said staring at him.

"A lot, sure."

"Then after reconsidering, it's definitely him!" Kyle grinned.

"Okay, maybe it's time to show us what you got. Maybe he wouldn't want you once he sees you naked," I dared. I mean it's Kyle. Trust me, if Justyn thought he was hot in clothes, he's gonna lose his shit when he sees him totally naked. "Change places and we'll check you out."

"I'm fine with that," Kyle replied as he stood up and handed the bong to Justyn, who put it on the table as we sat down side by side.

Kyle faced us and turned around so we could see all of him.

"Okay, I'll admit you got a nice ass. Now let's see the goodies. Drop `em," I challenged once he was back looking at us.

Kyle quickly lowered his underwear and tossed them on the couch beside me. He wasn't hard, but he wasn't completely soft either. I know the difference. I've helped him get from pool penis to concrete pylon many times.

I almost laughed when I saw Justyn's cock twitch as soon as Kyle got naked. I'm guessing he still likes him.

"I could work with that. What are you, about 5, 5½ hard?"

Kyle looked down at himself. "I'm not hard, dude. It's a good solid eight."

"Says every guy online, ever," I laughed.

"Justyn, you still like Kyle now that he's out of his clothes?" I asked a very nervous looking Justyn.

"Yeah, he's okay for sure."

"See that Kyle. You've moved from fine to okay. Not sure if that's better or worse, but at least he hasn't thrown up or anything. I'm guessing he's still freaking out having you here. You know dude, like I told you earlier, I had a wicked crush on a celebrity once. When I finally met him, I could barely function. It was like my brain had melted," I revealed. Kyle just grinned, as he knew this story all too well. "You know how I dealt with it?"

He shook his head and shrugged quietly.

"I slept with him. I mean I honestly thought I was gonna pass out or collapse right there in front of him, but once we'd fucked, I saw him as a person rather than an idol. Now we're the best of friends. I'm thinking you two should fuck and then we can move to being friends."

"Should I have a say in this?" Kyle asked.

"Duh. Of course. You wanna be on the top or bottom?"

"I meant should I have a say in whether I'd like sex with Justyn or not?"

"Do you want a say in it? I didn't know you had that strong a crush on him to get over."

"I don't. I meant that just because he wants me doesn't automatically mean I want him," he said logically.

I stood up and went beside Kyle, and faced him. I reached out to take hold of his semi-wood with one hand, and grabbed his ass with the other. "So are you saying that if Justyn dropped to his knees right now and sucked your dick, you wouldn't be interested?"

"No, I'm not saying that. I'm just saying I should have a say in it. That's all."

"Justyn, slide off the couch and get over here," I told him. He almost did it in a trance, only stopping to look up at me once he was in front of us.

"I think it's safe to cut down on the pretense now, don't you, Kyle? Justyn here is totally infatuated with you and I can see why. You're hot as fuck, and this cock is growing in my hand like a weed in fertilizer. I'm pretty sure Justyn here would give you anything you wanted if you'd let him fuck you, and let's face it, I'm going to fuck you regardless of what Justyn wants. The only question is how long can you last?"

"Shouldn't the question be, do I want sex with you?"

I smiled at him. "Let's see you're naked and boned up with my hand around your cock. I'm also pretty sure you knew what we were offering when you joined us for a joint, am I right?"

"I suspected," he admitted.

I moved my hands so that I could hold both the back of Justyn's head and keep a grip on Kyle's erection. "Open your mouth Justyn. I think it's time to show Kyle how much you really like him. Then we're gonna take Kyle to the bedroom and fuck him."

"I'll do it as long as I get to fuck at least one of you afterward, or both. Whatever," Kyle said as we both focused on Justyn on his knees.

"I'd be fine with that, but not until each of us has been up inside you. Come on Justyn, really show him what you can do. Play with his balls and grab his ass. You want to do as much as you can while you got him. Guys like this are fun the first time, but not usually worth more than one fuck, so make the most of it."

Kyle looked back at me and stuck out his tongue, before he smiled. "You do realize that insulting me isn't the way to get me into bed, right?"

"I'm just keeping it real, buddy. You're hooking up with two of the best. Obviously, we're in demand so chances of us getting back around to you again, unless you're incredible in bed, are pretty slim. I'm talking about you having two penises, or a foot long one, or you have a spiked tongue or something to make us remember you."

"Are you both this egotistical or just you?" Kyle asked, probably already knowing the answer since he lived with me.

"Mostly just me. Justyn is a little shy, so he needs encouragement, but once he gets going, you'll understand why he's popular. If you're ever looking for us, just search for the `Y, I, Team.'"

"Y I?" He said looking puzzled.

"Sure He's Justyn with a Y, I'm Justin with an I, so Y I Team."

I lined Kyle's erection up with Justyn's face and pulled him in to begin the docking sequence. Once Justyn's lips went around the head of Kyle's dick, the automated response took over and Justyn willingly went to work on him. I let go of Kyle and moved my hand around to play with his ass crack, while leaving my other hand on the back of Justyn's head so he didn't chicken out at some point. Although with the sucking noises he was making, it would be like trying to get a lollipop away from a toddler.

"He's pretty good, isn't he?"

"Yeah. No complaints."

"Does your boyfriend deep throat that thing?" I asked looking over Kyle's shoulder to watch Justyn.

"Not all the way. He does a good job though."

"Justyn, show him your specialty. Take a firm hold of those balls and pull that cock the rest of the way into you," I challenged. It wasn't much of a challenge really as he's done me, so I know he can handle Kyle.

I felt Kyle's body react to the deep throat action he was getting and moved to press against him for support.

"Holy shit!" Kyle exclaimed.

"Now that's how you give a blowjob. Is that better?"

"I'll say. Jesus. No one has done that before," he lied. "Holy crap."

"And if you think that's good, wait until he fucks you. Actually, wait until we've both fucked you. What's the biggest cock you've had up your ass?"

"Pretty big. Like 6 inches," he said shrugging slightly. "Mostly it's just Chance doing it, so I'm used to his."

Chance might be pissed off if he knew Kyle was saying he only had six inches. I'm sure he'd shove his 7½ up Kyle's ass in front of all of us to prove how big he really was.

"Six inches? Dude, that's not big. That's average. I know 12-year-olds that could take six inches."

Kyle turned his head to look back at me. "You know 12-year-olds doing anal?"

"Figure of speech. Let's move to the bedroom before Justyn makes you cum from that blowjob. Can't having you popping off too soon."

We made our way to the back of the motor home, removed our socks, which were the last pieces of clothing that either of us had, and lay down. The pretense was gone and we got to it. I made sure to keep Justyn focused as he was still showing signs of nervousness around Kyle. I have no idea why. It's just Kyle.

I got Justyn back between Kyle's legs to suck him off again, while I knelt up at Kyle's head to feed him my cock. Kyle voiced his surprise at how big I was, mainly for Justyn's benefit. I commented on how big he was, getting Justyn to agree as he worked on deep throating him. I mean Kyle's cock is as impressive as any out there, so I'm sure Justyn wasn't disappointed. Wait until we double fuck him with both of these big cocks. I mean he may be a top, but why should that stop him from getting a good double dicking?

It didn't take much encouraging to get Justyn to lube Kyle's ass as I pulled the legs back to give him access. Justyn moved in closer, his nerves seemingly under control as his dick took charge of his body. He pushed the tip of his erection into Kyle's hole and watched it get sucked in.

"Nice. See, he's just a guy. Now fuck him and show him how much you really like him."

He pushed himself fully inside, and had just begun the fuck, when the door to the motor home suddenly flew open, scaring the crap out of all of us, despite two of us knowing exactly what was happening.

"Holy shit!" Troy said as he barged in and slammed the door behind him. "THIS is what you're doing? Seriously? Chance is gonna go fucking postal when he hears about this. I knew you were gonna hook up with them as soon as they started talking to us."

"Dude relax. This isn't what it looks like," Kyle said turning to look at Troy. I almost burst out laughing. Justyn was frozen in place, keeping his dick well hidden inside Kyle.

"How is this not what it looks like? You're all naked! That guy has his dick up your ass and that one has his boner right by your head," he snapped.

"You can't tell Chance. He'll kill me. Then he'll kill these two, and probably you for being a rat," Kyle pleaded convincingly.

"Sorry dude. You may be my best friend, but he's my brother. That totally trumps anything."

"Sorry," Justyn said nervously as he pulled out trying to his hide his crotch. "We came to smoke a little pot and then kinda got horny. We didn't know he was in a monogamous relationship."

"Well, he is. Chance has the worst jealousy of anyone I know. I've seen him punch the guy at McDonald's for just smiling at Kyle while he ordered. You two are gonna be nothing more than body parts when he hears this shit," Troy said trying to be the tough guy. I almost laughed. Troy is about as intimidating as Dora the Explorer, and almost as cute.

Kyle got off the bed and moved towards Troy, his big cock pointing the way. "Please don't tell him. It'll end more than these guys. He'll stop being my boyfriend and we sure as hell wouldn't be friends anymore."

"Sorry man. Bro code is bro code," he said turning to leave.

Kyle suddenly grabbed him. "Get him guys. We can't let him leave to tell Chance."

"Get off me Kyle!!" Troy yelled. "Let go!!"

"No!" He said as he wrestled Troy to the bed where we grabbed him and pulled him down.

Kyle leapt on his back and began pushing his shirt off over his head with Troy continuing to complain, although he needs work on his acting skill of resistance. He was almost helping get his own shirt off as he tried squirming under us. "What are you doing?" He said trying to look back at Kyle on top of him.

"I need a guarantee that you'll keep quiet. "Help me strip him guys. I wanna take some pictures of Troy having sex with us. If he wants to rat me out, I'll show Chance pictures of his kid brother taking cock from both ends. Plus a large nice cum shot to show he enjoyed it."

"Fuck off! You're not doing that. I'm not into guys," he said, almost sounding believable.

We held him down as Kyle yanked his pants and underwear off, along with his socks to leave him as naked as we were. We flipped him over and I smiled when I saw how not into it Troy really was. He was already fully hard and leaking pre-cum. I wanted to point it out, but I figured we'd ignore it for now. Kyle grabbed the lube, thoroughly drowned Troy's cock in it and then straddled him.

"Don't Kyle! Fuck off!" Troy yelled out as Kyle ignored him, and lowered himself down onto Troy's hard seven inches. By the time he was fully impaled, he had his hands on Troy's chest staring at him.

"One of you grab my phone out of my pants and take some pictures of this. The other put your cock at his mouth and get ready to face fuck him," Kyle barked. Justyn was quick to leap off the bed to grab it. I would love to be inside his head right now to know what he was thinking.

"No way! Don't, Kyle. Get off me!! I don't wanna fuck you."

"Relax, you're not exactly fucking me. I'm just sitting on your cock to get some pictures of you enjoying yourself. Imagine how Chance will react when he sees your dick up my ass, and another one down the back of your throat. Wonder who he'll kill first?"

"Stop it Kyle. I was just kidding. I'd never tell Chance," he said changing to pleading.

"I'll make sure you don't. With pictures of you being gang banged, it'll ensure you never say a word to anyone. Anyway, I think we're overdue to fuck. I've seen the way you look at me when we're changing, or when we sleepover."

"I don't look at you in anyway," he replied as Justyn returned with the phone and handed it to Kyle to unlock.

"Okay, get some shots of his cock in my ass. Make sure you move around so we can see his face," Kyle explained as Justyn went to work getting the shots. Kyle sat upright and grabbed Troy's hand to wrap around his cock as he bounced up and down slowly. Justyn took pictures and made sure to follow Kyle's instructions to get faces as he backed up to get a wide shot. I turned Troy's head so my cock was at his lips before I pushed the head in and let Justyn get the pictures Kyle wanted. Then it was my turn to take over the pictures as Justyn was told to feed Troy his cock. I snapped pictures of it going in, and Troy almost choking on it. Red face with watering eyes is a hot look. Not cover page of a magazine hot, but jerk off hot.

Kyle suddenly sat up to let Troy's cock leave his ass, then lay down on him. "Time to fuck!" he said almost evilly as he grabbed Troy and rolled both of them over. He had a tight hold of Troy who was now on top, and used his legs around Troy's to spread them open. "Okay, which one of you gets to go first? Maybe y-Justyn should as he's not as big as i-Justin," Kyle suggested. "Open him up to get used to it, then hit him with the big schlong for his second ride. Once you two are done, it's my turn. Get lots of pictures boys. We want to show him enjoying himself."

I dropped some lube onto Troy's ass, and then along Justyn's shaft. Or should I be calling him y-Justyn as well? I took plenty of shots of Justyn lining up to penetrate Troy, and I have to admit my little brother did an amazing job of acting like he'd never been fucked before. He cried out and tried to bat Justyn away. Kyle just held him down and I kept moving the hands out of the way so I could get some great pictures. I'm sure Troy will want these once we're done. Justyn pushed through Troy's sphincter, getting another round of cries from him. That just made it so much hotter for Kyle and I, but Justyn had to continuously be encouraged. To him, we were raping Troy. I mean this was sort of like his fantasy, so I can't see how he's conflicted at all. I pushed Justyn's ass hard, forcing him all the way inside Troy, who screamed appropriately.

"Dude. Shut up!" Kyle said bluntly. "You're acting like a chick. Get your cherry popped like a man."

I moved to take close up facial shots of the two, which looked amazing, especially when they looked into each other's eyes. Kyle moved a hand to the back of Troy's head to make it look like they were in a passionate embrace. He pulled their heads together to kiss and I got those pictures as well. I think that might be my phones screen saver it looked so hot. Right now it's a picture of Colin and I together, with Colin's head over my shoulder as we look at the camera. It's a great picture and I look amazing in it. Oh, Colin does too. But he looks incredible all the time.

Once Troy seemed to resign himself to the fact he was being fucked, at least in Justyn's eyes, he began to really get into the fuck. It didn't take much of that, and me rubbing his ass before Justyn was announcing that he was cumming. Troy yelled out that he didn't want someone cumming in him, but Kyle told him to shut up as he was going to get at least two more loads so he could remember this day.

I went next into Troy while Justyn took the pictures, and I faked my orgasm to speed this up. I could cum in Troy anytime I wanted, but I made sure to make it look like I was really pounding the hell out of him as if he truly were being raped by a wild animal. A cute, well hung wild animal, with super amazing green eyes. You know we're talking about me, right?

I pulled out, and at Kyle's instructions, we held Troy as Kyle scrambled out from underneath him and had us flip Troy onto his back.

"I wanna watch his face as I take his virgin ass for a ride for the first time," Kyle said as he lubed up his cock. Is it technically still a virgin ass since two of us just finished riding it? Maybe he keeps the virgin status until the session actually come to an end. I'll look it up when I get home. Some might argue that virginity is lost the second the head penetrates through the sphincter. Other may say it's not until you cum in him. For today's lesson, we'll agree to disagree that Troy is a virgin until we're done with him. "Pull his legs back and let me see that hole."

Justyn and I each grabbed a leg and pulled them back towards his head. Kyle leaned in and without warning or hesitation, slammed his eight inches the full length into Troy, causing him to cry out at the forceful penetration. I'm sure it was part real, and part faked, as Kyle just started to hammer him.

Troy yelled at him a few times throwing out straight boy insults of him being a fudge packer and a cocksucker, along with insisting he wasn't queer and wanted him to stop. "You like raping boys, you faggot. Probably the only way anyone would have sex with you, isn't it, you cocksucker!"

"Baby, if you're gonna keep talking dirty like that, it's just gonna turn me on even more. You're making so much noise, that I'm sure there's half a dozen guys listening outside, waiting for their turn in this tight little ass."

Kyle leaned forward and dropped his face to Troy's to kiss him as they fucked. Justyn didn't miss the opportunity to take those pictures either.

I took the camera from him. "Lube up and take another ride in Kyle. You might as well since he has his ass up like that." I tossed him the bottle and took pictures of him getting ready and into position. I put my hand on Kyle's back and watched as Justyn entered for his second fuck. I took more pictures before shuffling up toward where the guys were kissing. I pushed my cock between their lips and told them to suck it. Troy should have added more complaints at this point, but he had either forgotten that he was supposed to be hating this, or couldn't talk with his mouth full.

It didn't take long for Kyle to announce he was cumming and thrust hard into Troy to let himself climax. I could almost feel the warm flood of his boy jizz. I'd been the recipient of it a few times myself.

He pulled out and we all separated from each other. Troy just lay there spread out looking like he'd been used hard and tossed aside.

"That was hot. Let's see the pictures," Kyle said reaching for the camera. He scanned through them. "Shit. These are sic! Post these on your insta and you're gonna get a million more followers."

Troy sat up and looked through them with him. "Those are some serious action shots."

Justyn looked at the two of them as they scanned the pictures and frowned. "I'm confused. I thought you'd be furious right now. We just held you down and had sex with you."

"The technical term is you just raped me, with intent to blackmail," Troy corrected as he went for his clothes, which got the rest of us moving to dress as well. Once we were back to presentable, Troy turned and gave me a kiss. "Thanks Justin. That was pretty hot. You were right, he's another cute Justyn."

"Wait. Do you guys actually know each other already?" Justyn asked.

I laughed. "Yeah. We live together. When you mentioned how much you liked Kyle, I thought it'd be fun to set this up for you."

"Holy shit! I had no idea. So are you and Troy actually boyfriends?"

"No, just roommates. More like brothers. Chance is actually my boyfriend, but he's not the jealous type. In fact when we tell him about you, and show the pictures, he's gonna be disappointed that we didn't invite him to join in. I'll introduce you and I'm sure you'll like him even more than me. I can see an orgy in your future."

"I'm good with orgies," Justyn nodded. "Does that mean you're gay too?" He asked, looking at Troy.

"I am. No boyfriend though. Just concentrating on school and random sex," he said with a big grin. "This was hot though."

"I'm guessing this wasn't your first time being fucked?"

"No. I'm pretty versatile and have definitely had my share of dicks," he replied.

"His had his share, my share, Kyle's share, and your share. Dude is slut," I added.

"Says my mentor," he grinned patting me on the back.

"Well if you guys ever get into acting I can give you a good recommendation. I honestly thought we were raping your ass for the first time."

Troy took a bow. "Thank you. I practice my reactions during rehearsals. That took 23 takes before I had it down perfect."

"That's the slut part I was talking about," I laughed.

"We should go, or we'll be late for class," Kyle said to Troy.

"It was nice meeting you Justyn. We'll have to get together again sometime. Wouldn't mind being raped again, maybe this time with Chance and the others joining us."

"That sounds hot. If you're ever horny and looking for fun, just come find me. I'd love to get to know you guys better."

"We will, you can count on it." Kyle said as he grabbed Troy's hand and headed out of the trailer. "See you later, guys."

As soon as he left Justyn turned to me with a big smile on his face, and slapped my arm. "I can't believe you organized that. I honestly thought we were in big shit when Troy busted in, and then when you guys began to strip him with the intention of rape, I thought we were all going to be sharing a cell somewhere."

"Which would be bad, how exactly? The three of us in a small room with only beds and a toilet," I said looking around the trailer. "Kinda about this size. We'd never need clothes."

"That was so hot once we got going that I actually think I'm still horny. Fuck class, I need to get laid some more. What about you?"

"I always need to get laid more. That's never a debate. I say fuck class."

"Yeah. Fuck class and fuck me instead!" He said a little excitedly as he turned to face me.

I leaned in to kiss him and grabbed his hand to lead him back to the bedroom. "Then fuck you it shall be."

We spent the next two hours with each other, and I don't think in that entire time that there was a point when one part of one of us wasn't inside the other one. I think it's because we're both Justin's. It's understood by all that Justin's are just more sexual than most.

By the time I finally got home I needed a long shower and a nap. I'd been asleep a good 18 minutes before I felt the bed move. I opened my eyes slightly, hoping we were just having an earthquake, but saw Blake lying beside me.

"Hi. You sleeping?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Want me to wait until you wake up?"

"Yes."

"Do you always talk in your sleep, and answer questions?"

"What's on your mind, Blake?" I asked opening my eyes the rest of the way. Because this is only a nap and not sleeping, I was on top of the bed, dressed in a t-shirt and underwear. My usual `comfy' clothes for around the house.

"I wanted to let you know that the Junior Q is going hiking on Saturday, so I won't be here. You're okay if I go, right? I could stay and help with J.J. if you need me."

"No, you should go and enjoy the day. Colin and I can look after J.J. I mean we did raise you by ourselves, didn't we?"

"Hmmm...good point. I should stay." I ignored his insult. I think it was an insult. Maybe not. Like I care. "We're taking four new guys with us. Two are pledges and two are little brothers of other members. We're gonna see if the brothers have potential to be pledges or not."

"You're taking guys to pledge to be pledges?" I said with a small grin. "That's a new one."

"Yeah, all four guys are 13, but the difference is that the pledges know what the Junior Q is, and have already passed the initial background check. They are now ready to be fully tested. The little brothers have absolutely no idea, so we're just gonna start by doing normal boy dares with them first."

"Sounds fun. What adults are going with you?"

"Adults?" He said leaning up on his elbow. "We don't need no stinkin' adults! We are men of the forest. Survivalists! There weren't no men in Lord of the Flies!"

"And we all remember how that turned out. They burnt the fucking forest to the ground and tried to spear each other to death."

"Well, if you're gonna pick out the negatives," he chuckled. "No, actually Brett, Levi and Colton are all going. Colton at first said he wasn't available, but after I promised I'd spend a couple nights with him and Stone, he agreed to go."

"Hmmm...somehow I think there's more to it than that. Maybe you threatened him with that and he said he'd go if you DIDN'T spend the night."

"You're hilarious. I know you still think of me as just a little kid, but no one else does, Dad. I think it's a total parent thing. You don't want us to grow up and not be your sweet innocent kid anymore."

"Well, that ship has sailed," I said quickly.

"See, you're coming around. Speaking of your kids; J.J. asked me to talk to you."

"Oh? He doesn't feel like he can come to us directly?"

"He's still a bit unsure about things, but he'll get the hang of it. Just like I did."

"Hopefully not as much as you do," I replied.

"He wants to know if it'd be alright if he hung out at some of his friend's houses after school sometimes. As he put it, he wants to know if he's still in prison or is he allowed out?"

"He thinks he's in prison?" I asked shocked as I sat up to pay better attention.

"I don't think he means it literally, but ever since he moved in with us, you kinda hover over him. Either you or Colin, and sometimes me, are always there. We drop him off at school and pick him up, then keep him busy all the time to make sure he's not thinking about his other life. I think he figured it out and feels like he has no freedom. That's kinda how he explained it anyway."

"I had no idea. I guess we have been trying to keep him busy and occupied with things to do so he doesn't get bored."

"Sometimes you just gotta trust the system, Dad. Push the baby bird out of the nest and let him fly. You pushed me out to let me try things," he said with a big smile.

"Maybe not the best-selling feature to prove your point, but I hear what you're saying. I'll let J.J. know that he's allowed to see his friends anytime he wants. Guess we forget that even though he's not around the Campbells anymore, he still has a life that's his."

"Cool. He'll be happier about that. Thanks."

"Thanks for letting me know. You're a really good big brother."

He shrugged. "That's my job."

"You have homework, or do you feel like snuggling up with me for another hour on this nap?"

"I can snuggle. I can do homework after dinner," he replied as we both lay out on the bed and he spooned up against me. I wrapped my arm around him and he pulled us closer. "Should we get naked?"

"No. We actually want to nap."

"Okay, but I like snuggling, so if you make me horny you gotta take care of it when we wake up."

"I have no problem with that. Five minutes under the garden hose should cure you right up."

"So mean," he said as we cuddled and fell asleep.

Colin found us when he got home from work, and we must have been tired as we'd slept for over an hour and a half, and were still in the same position as when we'd fallen asleep. It was Colin taking pictures of us that woke us.

"Hi," I said as I looked up at him.

"Hey honey. You two look so cute together like that. I had to take some pictures as it's so rare that either of you are wearing clothes."

"Don't blame me. THAT was Justin's idea, not mine," Blake said as he opened his eyes and looked at Colin. "You need a nap too, Dad?"

"I'm good. Figured I'd wake you up so you didn't miss dinner. Ben cooked a beef tenderloin that looks & smells amazing."

"Then we definitely don't want to miss it," I said as I removed my arm from around Blake. He immediately complained about how much colder he felt. I could sympathise. I'd happily have slept the night cuddled up with him like that. We headed downstairs with me holding Colin's hand. I whispered to him that we'd cuddle later, without the clothes. He turned and kissed me, so I think he approves.

As soon as dinner was over, Colin and I went to talk to J.J. We wanted him to know that Blake had passed along his request and concerns. It would be good for their brother bonding. I also wanted him to know he wasn't in prison, despite lights out being at 9 every night, he had a toilet and sink in the same room where he slept, meals provided in the main kitchen every day, and that he was entitled to yard time.

"Hey J.J. How was school?" I asked as we sat on the couch.

"Mostly good. I had gym class today and we're doing dancing...with the girls...yeck!" he said sticking his tongue out.

"What would you rather be doing in gym class?"

"Anything. Like seriously, anything. Wrestling, dodgeball, track. I'd even prefer that rope climbing thing over dancing with girls."

"One day, probably pretty soon, you might appreciate the knowledge of how to dance with someone. Blake came to see me about your request."

"Oh yeah?"

"First, I want you to know you're always welcome to visit your friend's houses, or have them come over here whenever they want, as long as their parents are okay with it as well. This is your home, not a prison, buddy."

"Oh, he told you that too, huh? I didn't mean an actual prison," he said quickly, squirming uncomfortably.

"It's okay. I get it. At your other house, you took the bus to school with your friends."

"And Layne," he added, "but he got off before I did as his school was closer."

"Then after school, I understand you sometimes went over to your friend's houses."

"Yeah, almost every day. We rotated lots. Sometimes we all did homework, but most times to play video games and be boys."

"Well, we're sorry if you felt like we stopped you from doing that. As long as you let us know where you're going, it's not a problem," Colin assured him.

"Yeah, depending on which house I was at, I either had to let my parents or Uncle Steve know. They were also okay if I just let Layne know. I had to use my friend's phones `cause I didn't have one. I think that's how they always knew which friend I was with."

"Well, you have your own phone now, so it should be a lot easier just to text to say where you are. You can let Colin, me, or Blake know. If we need you home, we'll do the same, or just phone you. Deal?" Colin said, giving him our shared parental advice.

"Deal!" he said brightening up considerably. "Would I be able to bring my other friends over here too? Quinn told them all about it, and I think they wanna see where I'm staying now."

I noticed he was avoiding saying where he `lived', or that this was home. Baby step, I guess. "Any time you want. I'm sure you could find plenty of things to keep busy with," I replied.

"I'll say. My friends didn't like going to my other houses. My Mom usually stuck around us so she knew what we were up to. My friends were always nervous around her," he revealed. Not exactly what 10-year-old boys are looking to do after being locked up in class for several hours.

She seems the type. Probably not only hovered and listened to everything they said or did, but she was the type that would react to it as well. Like calling the other boy's mothers to let them know anything she didn't approve of, or rally the PTA to react to some boy thing that she deemed inappropriate, like being boys. She's the type that would bitch like a crazy person that her daughter wasn't being treated equal by being denied access to the boy's wrestling, while simultaneously complaining about sexual harassment; and denying boys the same access to the girl's wrestling, claiming that girls need a safe space to be girls. God forbid boys be allowed a safe space to be boys away from girls. Trust me, even at 10, girls have claws.

Now I'm back on my soap box. It's like clubs. You could have a black students association or an Asian club. Hell, even a gay club, but fuck me...you set up a straight white guy club, and all of a sudden you're a fucking white supremist Nazi. Maybe they just like hanging with other straight white guys. Same as the other races do. There's nothing wrong with being with other people like yourself, as long as it doesn't spill over into becoming hate against anyone who's different than you. That's the problem, not clubs of people with similar interests. Imagine straight guys in a gay club. First, they wouldn't understand half of what we talk about, and they'd likely be super uncomfortable when the orgy started. Imagine a white guy at the Black student's association. They're all talking to each other and throwing out the N-word at their buddy. White guy does it and you find his body in three separate dumpsters. You get the point. What guys want girls at their club where they have to watch how they talk and act. Could you imagine girls allowing boys in one of their pillow fight panty sleepovers? I admit I dunno what happens when girls get together, I'm just going off television.

J.J. didn't mention his Uncle Steve's, but I had a feeling any homework or video games they did would somehow end up being done without clothes. I'm almost positive Steve would have hovered as much as Vanessa, but for entirely opposite reasons. By the time we finished our conversation, he seemed a lot happier.

The next day, he clarified our new agreement by asking if he could go over to Quinn's after school. We readily agreed, and told him to text when he was ready to come home and we'd pick him up. He seemed happy with that and raced off to school, with Troy dropping both boys off just to show him we were fine with not acting like wardens. But if I see just one homemade shank, all rules change!

Darcy texted during the day, and asked if he could come over, so I happily picked him up on the way home from university. I let him drive, which he said always gives him a boner. Not sure that's a good idea. Don't you need the blood to power your reasoning and logic center while driving? How would they explain that at the autopsy after our fiery crash? I suppose I could have given him a blowjob while he was driving to help him get that thing back under control, but it was a short ride and I would prefer to take my time using him.

I had him park in the main garage rather than leave it out on the driveway, as you never know what lunatic is gonna come racing up the driveway in a horny mood and not see another vehicle. We got out of the car, and I moved around to intercept him before he wandered off to the door. "You won't be needing these," I said as I pushed his shirt off over his head. He lifted his arms submissively as he just stared at me.

"I guess you're as horny as me, huh?" He said blinking a few times as he shook his head to get his hair back in place.

"Darcy, you're so fucking cute, that even if I weren't horny before, it'd be impossible not to be horny while being around you."

"Yeah, right," he chuckled as I wasted no time getting the rest of his clothes off and pulling him hard against me so I could lean down and kiss him. I still find it cute that he goes up on his tip toes to reach up to me.

"Fuck! What is it about this ass that I can't get enough of?" I asked as I rubbed my hand up and down his crack. "If you ever want a job as a live-in naked fuck toy, just let me know."

"And what are the job requirements for the position?" he asked with a bit of an amused grin.

"Be naked and fuckable 24/7."

"For just you?"

"For everyone and anyone who's at the house," I said pulling him against me.

"Do I get paid by the hour, or by the person."

"By the hour, with a bonus for each person above two in a day," I joked keeping our banter going. "Did you have something you wanted to discuss, or did you text to just hang out?"

"To just hang out if that's okay. School and home are still pretty stressful, so I like coming over here where I can relax and be myself."

"And we like it when you're here as well," I said as I leaned in and grabbed his ass again. He moved into it like a puppy looking for belly rubs. "Any bullying today?"

"Just got bumped into a locker once. Not sure if it was bullying, or just a guy being clumsy. I didn't get bruised, so I'm going with accident."

"Good. Sometimes these things go in cycles, so we'll play it by ear. Ideally we hope they've matured and bullying is out of their system."

"It's not. They're still bullying. Are you gonna fuck me in here, or in the house?"

"And what has you assuming that I want to fuck you?" I asked leaning in to give him another kiss.

"Uhh, oh, I dunno. Maybe it's because you got me naked and have your finger in my ass," he smiled as he inched up to kiss me back.

"I guess you're too cute not to fuck as much as possible. You know that every time I see you, I get an instant boner, right?"

"You probably say that to every naked guy that hangs around here," he reasoned. He's not wrong, but no need for him to know that for sure.

"Not true. Some guys just aren't a good lay. But with you, the first time I slipped my cock up inside you, I knew how special you were. I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm a little jealous of Layne, as he gets to be your boyfriend and can have you whenever he wants."

He gave a small giggle. "I'm pretty sure you can have me whenever you want as well. I mean case and point considering what we're doing right now."

"I know, but it still feels different with Layne as your boyfriend."

"I can't imagine how. You have sex with Layne as much as with me, and we even have three-ways, or more way when other join in too."

"True, but it's not the same. I still get jealous when I see someone else's cock drive into that amazing ass. I watch it open and wrap itself around the shaft and suck it in. I always think it should be mine going in there. It's the same when I imagine you out with someone where I assume it ends in you being undressed and enjoyed."

"Wow, I'll bet no one else anywhere thinks of me that much. Thanks, I think. But you know instead of just talking about it, you could be doing that with me right now since I'm here and naked already. You talk a lot by the way. Guess that's why you'll be a good therapist huh?"

"Let's hope so. Come on, let's get you inside for some proper afternoon fun," I said easing back from him and grabbing his hand. The smile on his face said it all. He was either stoned...or looking forward to an eight-and-a-half inch two-hour stuffing.

We entered the house directly from the garage side door and you could still feel his nervousness at walking around naked, despite having done it plenty of times now. I pulled off my shirt to make it a little easier on him, all the while thinking of the best place to fuck him today. If he has all this stress from home and school, nothing relieves that like some good hard sweaty sex.

I figured we'd start by grabbing something to drink from the kitchen first. I let him go through the fridge to get what he wanted as I removed my pants, leaving me in just my shorts.

Oh shit," Darcy exclaimed as he saw movement to his right. I looked over to see Kurt and Patrick approaching.

"Deep breath. This could be your first audition for the houseboy job I mentioned," I said quietly as he visibly tensed up. "You remember Kurt, right. You met him in the garage when you were over."

"Sure. Hey," Darcy replied.

"And his best friend Patrick. Patrick, this is Darcy."

"Nice to meet you," Patrick said nodding at him. "You guys going swimming?"

"Swimming? No, why?" I asked feigning stupidity.

"Uh, because you're not wearing anything."

"I'm wearing my shorts. Darcy is a friend of Blake's and prefers hanging out naked."

"Explains why he's a friend of Blake," Kurt laughed.

"Have you guys been down working on the cars?" I inquired as the boys sat down at the island with us. "You look a little sweaty."

We rode our bikes over here today. I was going to ask to borrow a car for a double date we have tonight," Kurt replied.

"Help yourself. You know you're welcome to use any of them."

"Thanks."

"Why don't you guys grab a drink and take off your shirts to cool down," I suggested. Patrick went and got pops before they pulled their shirts over their heads. I couldn't help but smile as Darcy checked them out.

"Kurt has this new program we're fine tuning so that we know what car is due for what servicing. From oil changes to detailing, rotating tires, etc. He tracks the mileage of each car and the program notes what is required at that usage level based on the specs for each individual vehicle."

"With so many new cars, it's been hard to keep up with them all. The program helps make sure I don't miss anything," Kurt explained. "It even tracks gas mileage and if we're losing performance. Gonna try and make it do some analytics as well. It's a work in progress."

"Good job," I said as I moved off my chair to stand behind Patrick. I ran my hand around his stomach and popped the button on his jeans, before lowering the zipper to allow my hand to slip inside his underwear to play with him.

"Dude, tell Justin about your new girlfriend," Patrick said with a big smile as he leaned back against me giving me better access into his shorts.

"A new girlfriend, huh?" I nodded. "Nice. Is this the reason for the car tonight. To get to the next base?"

"No, I just wanted a nice date. I met her at the bar. We were on the dance floor with some drunk girls, and the hottest chick I've ever seen came up and pushed the others aside so she could dance with me. She has these amazing eyes and long blonde hair; with the sexiest body I've ever seen with amazing boobs. Plus, a small perky ass and long legs."

"Ahh, but does she have a mind, or is she a plastic bimbo?" I joked.

"Oh wait...it gets better," Patrick chuckled almost not able to control his excitement. I think the excitement was about Kurt's girlfriend and not my hand down his pants though, so that was a bit of a let down.

"She had my shirt off on the dance floor pretty fast, and then suggested we get a couple drinks. Trust me this chick was worth buying drinks for. The whole time I was thinking she was just using me for the drinks as there was no way a girl this hot would be after me so aggressively. When she suggested we get out of there and head to my place, my dick almost shot out of my pants. I was pretty sure I must have been seeing her through beer goggles, but actually she's really the hottest girl I've ever dated. I was surprised."

"Not as surprised as when he got her to bed," Patrick laughed.

"Let me guess. She's a dominatrix and had you tied to the bed posts all night?"

"No, but I have a feeling she might if I suggested it. So, we're at my place fooling around and I get her shirt off to get to work on those amazing boobs, then it happened?"

"What? Premature ejaculation and she laughed at you for the rest of the night?"

"Nope," he said giving a slightly awkward smile. "That's when I felt her boner throb against me."

"HER boner? You picked up a drag queen? Nice!" I said leaning over to offer him a fist bump. He declined to return it.

"Actually, I picked up a trans girl. All woman, just with a dick."

"Whoa! Seriously?" Darcy asked wide eyed.

"Completely serious. And she has a big dick," Patrick added. "I'm talking a thick seven and big balls."

"How do you know?" I teased.

"Please. We're best friends. She's hot as fuck, dude. All the beauty of a runway model, with all the horniness and skills of a guy."

"Guess I gotta ask. How did you react when you realized she was in transition?"

"I think my brain did a temporary short circuit as I tried to process it. I mean I was already down to my underwear and she was shirtless, so it felt like a pretty normal make out session up to that point. I believe that if I'd never met you guys and learned about gay sex, I'd have probably freaked out and thrown up, before I had a meltdown."

"But instead?" I asked curiously.

"Instead, I rolled off her and put my hand on her package and squeezed. We just stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably only a couple minutes. The only thing I could think to ask was whether she was actually a guy. That's when she told me about being in transition. I was actually pretty proud of myself as I didn't react negatively. I asked if she still liked using her penis for sex, or if I was supposed to ignore it."

"And?"

"She said she liked her penis, so it was okay to play with it. We talked about what she liked and didn't like and then we had sex."

"Dude, I'm proud of you. Not a lot of straight guys would have been cool with that," I said congratulating him, noticing that Darcy was staring intently as he listened to Kurt's story. Poor guy has barely learned about being gay, now we throw this at him. Can someone say learning curve? "What sort of things were limits?"

"Not a lot. She preferred to give blowjobs over getting them, and enjoyed being fucked and rimmed, but didn't want to be the one to top. She said it would be okay if I straddled her and rode her cock while we kissed if I wanted to. Basically...it was just like doing a regular girl as long as I could get past her having a penis."

"You gotta meet Thalia. She has got to be the hottest person on the planet, of any sex," Patrick gushed. Sounded like he was more in love with her than Kurt. "Until you see her dick, there is no way you even have a clue that she used to be a boy."

"He's not wrong. After I got over the initial surprise, I think Thalia was impressed that I kept going. She said most guys take off as soon as they feel a penis."

"Acceptance and equality still have a long way to go," I admitted. Although to me fair, if I took a guy home and he had a vagina, I don't think I could continue. I might if I was as attracted to him as Kurt is to Thalia. Guess we'll have to wait for that chapter in my life to present itself. (It's called foreshadowing...look it up).

"The funny part is, it was easily, hands down, the best sex I'd ever had. I was so turned on by how amazing she was that the penis didn't even matter. In fact, I hate to say it, but I think it made it even hotter somehow."

"That's awesome, dude. You said she was a new girlfriend, so does that mean you're dating now?"

"I'll say. Justin, dude, she's like no other girl I've ever met. She's as horny as any guy and we can't keep our hands off each other. She's super girly when the situation calls for it, but athletic and adventurous like a guy when we go off to do something. I've never met anyone that checks every box on everything."

"Damn. Looks like I'll need to up my game if I ever want to get you boys back in bed again. Of course, now you've thrown the gauntlet down by saying Thalia is better at sex than me."

"I never said she was better. Just that the sex I had with her was the best I've ever had. Subtle difference."

"Gotta admit. That's a pretty hot story. What do you think, Darcy?" I asked.

"I'm not sure what to say. Your girlfriend is actually a guy with boobs?"

"No, she's transsexual. Means she was born with a penis, but was really a girl in her mind. Now she lives as a girl, but still has the penis," Kurt explained patiently.

"Will she go through an operation to change the penis to a vagina," he asked logically.

"No. She says she's not going to go that far as she likes the penis, which is fine by me. I think I'd be weirded out if I had to fuck a pussy that was once where a penis used to be. I'm actually enjoying the relationship we have."

"You've gotten me horny," I announced.

"No offense Justin, but doesn't pretty much anything get you horny?" Kurt laughed.

"Fair point. Darcy, stand up," I told him. "Patrick's got a major boner right now. Maybe you could help him with it if you slide his pants down."

Darcy looked at me as if I'd just suggested he take out a kidney, or do brain surgery.

"Patrick's fine with it. He loves blowjobs. Tell him," I suggested.

"I do love blowjobs," Patrick agreed as he turned sideways to face Darcy.

"And he's hard, so you know he's not going to refuse."

"Ummm, am I allowed to if I'm already doing stuff with Layne?" He asked nervously.

"Until you two become official boyfriends, and decide that monogamy is how to want to go, then I figure you're both allowed to do anyone you want."

Darcy moved up carefully and put his hand on Patrick's waist to touch the top of his pants and stopped to stare as if seeking confirmation. He received it as Patrick lifted his ass slightly to allow both the pants and underwear to be removed. I pushed Patrick's cock upright to show it off.

"There you go buddy. Get that down you. One of the main gay commandments is never refuse a nice cock when offered." There are several of those commandments. They are the foundation for the Justin rules of sex. Remember the one never fuck a straight boy while their friends are in the same room?' or the popular, use duct tape, not masking tape'. Darcy bent over and lowered his mouth around Patrick's cock and got to work.

"You ever suck an uncut cock?" Patrick asked.

Darcy shook his head, no.

"Use your tongue and push it under the skin to lick around it. Then feel free to push the skin all the way back to expose the entire head."

"That's hot. Darcy needs some additional practice, so it's nice you guys can help out," I said to them.

Kurt laughed. "Technically I think it's Darcy that's helping Patrick out."

"Kurt, tell me more about the new girl. Do you have pictures of her?"

"Sure. Just on my phone. I'll go get it," he said jumping up and racing downstairs.

I turned my attention to the other two. "Darcy, take a break for a second and get on your knees. Patrick stand up and bend over a little. I think that ass needs a little workout too."

The boys repositioned, and I got behind Patrick and fingered some spit into his hole before I shoved my cock into him. Darcy resumed the blowjob, and by the time Kurt ran back up, I was deep into the fuck, holding Patrick with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his hip to get that perfect thrust action. Kurt was unphased by what we were doing and stepped up beside me to show me the pictures.

"Holy shit. You weren't kidding. She's gorgeous. She'd probably win every beauty show on the planet. Those eyes and facial features are stunning," I admitted. The fact that this used to be a guy was messing with my head. I would totally fight Kurt to take her from him, if I wasn't already married and not really into girls at all. But the pure beauty of her was drawing me in fast.

"I know, right?" He nodded as he flipped through the pictures. Some just of her, others of the two of them, and even a few with Patrick as well. They appeared to have been a lot of places together. I guess if I were a straight boy with a girl that looked that hot, I'd want to be seen everywhere with her too. There were several of her in a bikini top and shorts. I looked closely, but couldn't see any sort of bulge to give her away. The one where the shorts were gone and she was in a bikini bottom, had me questioning whether the guys might just be trying to trick me. There was no sign of a penis at all. I know drag queens tuck it up inside themselves, so I guess T-girls could do the same thing. He flipped to the next picture showing Thalia shirtless.

"Now THOSE are nice boobs! Damn," I said appreciatively, showing how excited I was by thrusting into Patrick much harder.

"You know it. Her boobs are almost as firm as her ass," he said almost licking his lips as he kept flipping through the pictures. I put one hand on the top of Kurt's pants and popped them open, before moving the other hand to his waist and slid it down inside the back of his underwear to finger his ass crack. He didn't resist, so I pressed against his hole. He gave a small moan as he kept looking for other pictures, some of which didn't include Thalia, and were just scenery shots and lots of pictures of the cars. I think straight boys call this car porn.

"I'm glad you found someone you like so much," I said complimenting him. "I just hope this doesn't change our friendship."

"Never. I think the fact that you're fucking my best friend and fingering my ass should prove it."

"And that I'm going to enter you next. Don't forget that," I smirked.

"Sure...and that," he laughed. "I mean it though, Justin. If I hadn't met you guys and learned to be okay with gay sex, I never in a million years would have dated Thalia. I think I might even be in love."

"That's huge, dude."

"That's what she said," he laughed playing with his cock.

"You should come over here a couple times a week so I can help keep your ass ready to use when you decided to ride Thalia's dick. Darcy, switch to Kurt's cock. I'll take over working Patrick's. We want them both to cum before they leave."

"Surprised you suggested just twice a week," Kurt said shaking his head as he stayed where he was with my hand fingering him, while Darcy moved to take the hard cock in his mouth. I reached around to stroke Patrick's wet erection and continued to fuck him handsfree. "You should bring Thalia over sometime so I can meet her."

Kurt gave a small laugh. "She's pretty nervous about people knowing she used to be a boy. She said she gets a lot of hate thrown at her."

"Well hopefully you know nobody in this house would throw hate; unless you're an ignorant asshole towards us first, then we throw."

"I know, but it might take her a while until she's comfortable around everyone. She's let Patrick see her without clothes, but apart from that she's pretty reserved."

"Well, when she's ready, she's welcome."

"Ummm...If I do bring her over, can you maybe not strip and fuck me in front of her. We're still defining our relationship," he asked respectfully.

"I'm sure I can restrain myself for a few hours. Who knows, maybe she'd be into watching you taking a great cock like mine. Would show how open minded you are."

"Would definitely show how open you are," Patrick laughed. "How wide open your ass is after Justin's cock gets in there."

"But seriously. Feel free to bring her over any time. I'm sure the rest of the boys would love to have a girl that hot around to talk to. They don't need to know she's trans if she wishes to keep that to herself."

"I'll ask her. Is it okay if I tell her that you're all gay?" Kurt asked.

"Of course. Maybe that'll make her feel more comfortable to talk about herself. At some point, it's likely that while she was a boy, she thought she might be gay while trying to figure out who she was."

"That's true actually. But then she figured out it's because of the gender thing. Now she's super happy to have figured it out, and is still attracted to boys." Kurt looked down at Darcy sucking his cock. "Dude, slow down or I'm gonna cum soon."

"Ignore him, Darcy. Suck that cock faster, and get his load in ya. That's how you know you've done a good job and in the long run Layne will appreciate you having better skills," I said quickly as I fingered Kurt harder.

While this was going on, Patrick was beginning to moan a little too, so I matched the speed of my finger fucking with the speed of jerking him off. Those two things combined with me fucking, was taking a lot of concentration. My brain was having to do three things at once, and carry on a conversation. I'll be eligible for Mensa if I keep this up much longer. The first to cum was Patrick, and when I felt it arrive, I moved his cock towards Darcy so he'd get the full spray all over himself. You can never have too much protein lotion to help your skin stay smooth.

He flinched a bit as the first wave hit him, but continued to work on Kurt, who was next to go. He announced he was about to cum and Darcy went to pull back.

"Hold his head, Kurt. Make sure your cock is all the way in him when you cum. He needs to learn to take a big load and swallow. He's still pretty new to all of this, but he's working on a boyfriend right now, so he should learn how to say he loves him."

Kurt laughed. "Right. The difference between like and love. Spit or swallow."

"Exactly."

"Guess I must love Thalia then," he said as he grabbed Darcy's head and pulled it right down on him before he grunted and shot his load. I could feel each throbbing pulse as his ass tightened each time. That feeling was enough for me, and I quietly came inside Patrick.

"Does that comment mean you're swallowing loads now?"

"Sometimes. Mostly she cums while I'm fucking her but I've done a couple blowjobs and gotten the end result," Kurt admitted. "She's not really into getting blowjobs much, but sometimes it just happens when you're in the middle of sex. Again, I would have freaked out if I hadn't learned stuff from you guys, so I owe you a thanks for that."

"Anytime you need more education, come over. I never object to a nice set of lips wrapped around my dick," I smiled. "We're always happy to help. Darcy. Did you cum yet?"

"No. But it's fine," he said sitting back to wipe his mouth, no doubt dealing with the after taste of Kurt's load.

The two guys got dressed, leaving Darcy still on his knees focused on wiping cum off his face like he was a cat.

"Sorry Justin. I guess you didn't get to fuck me today," Kurt said as he leaned in to give me a small bro hug.

"That's alright. We'll go twice next time."

"Seems very thoughtful of you," he said sounding a little sarcastic.

"That's who I am, buddy. Helpful, generous and thoughtful. I'm happy to open Thalia's ass up too if it'll help you two have better sex with each other."

"We have great sex already, but thanks for the offer."

"You know you're legally obligated to take my offer back to her so she can decide if she wants it or not."

Patrick almost choked on a laugh. "Sorry. That was funny. I'm pretty sure that's only a lawyer and his client type thing. Not a straight guy and his girlfriend being offered sex by a gay guy thing."

"Doesn't change the fact that I offered," I countered.

"If Thalia does come over, promise to tone it down a bit. Treat her as a girl until she reveals she's actually trans. Would you do that for me?" Kurt begged.

"I promise. I'd want her to feel comfortable here. Just to clarify though, you're saying I shouldn't strip her and take video of the two of you together."

"That would be correct," he said shaking his head and smiling. I'm sure once she sees how cool everyone is here, she'll be okay telling you," Kurt added.

"What are you guys up to for the rest of the day?" I asked.

"I've got a date tonight. We're actually double dating and going to a movie."

"Who are you taking, Patrick," I inquired.

"Not sure. It's a friend of Thalia's. I've never met her before."

"Might be another t-girl. Now that would be hot. The four of you together. God, that would blow my mind watching two trans girls going down on each other, while you two are fucking them from each end. I'd love to video that sex session."

"I don't know anything about her. Thalia knows I'm bisexual, so for all I know it could be a dude she's setting me up with. Either way, it should be a fun night."

"We should get going though," Kurt said. "It was nice meeting you Darcy. Thanks for the blowjob."

"Uhhh, sure. It was nice meeting you as well," Darcy stammered as he stood up.

The guys left and I'm pretty sure I heard Darcy give a long exhale.

"That was fun, right? You sucked off your first straight guy, and got some action with a bisexual."

"Are you sure Kurt is straight if he's doing a girl that used to be a guy and still has a penis?" Darcy asked looking confused.

"I'm pretty sure he still considers himself straight, or maybe `fluid' is more his label now, if we're still using labels. It might be labelist if we have to put people in boxes all the time...or maybe that makes it boxist?"

"I think labels are important," Darcy commented. "I mean if they weren't there, how would we know what's in all the cans at the supermarket."

"True. Though I suppose if Thalia had come with a label, Kurt may never have hooked up with her, and he'd missed out on an amazing relationship."

"I dunno if I'd have been that cool with it if I were straight," he admitted, letting me turn him around and lift a knees way up onto the bar stool so his legs were nicely spread open. I casually fingered lube into his hole, before pushing his chest down onto the kitchen island

"Really? What if you met the hottest boy you'd ever seen and you were getting along so well he took you home with him? Only you found out he didn't have a penis, just a vagina. What would you do?"

"I dunno, but I don't think it's the same. Kurt can just ignore the penis and do it in the ass if they want sex. We're gay, so the penis is kind of important when we're having sex. I wouldn't want to go down and eat a pussy over sucking a cock. I think I'd be disappointed, and I'm not sure I could be in a relationship where I didn't have that to play with."

"Honest response, and nothing wrong with it at all," I acknowledged as I shoved myself inside his sweet little ass. "We all know what we like. I've gone down on a few girls before and I agree, I'd rather have a cock than a pussy any day. Would you be honest with the guy and say you couldn't do it with him, or would you go through with it and then be honest about a future together?"

"Probably the second one, or something in the middle," he responded with only a couple of slight grunts as I began fucking him. "I'd probably talk about it with him first, then try sex together, but be honest that I saw it as more of a one-night stand."

I smiled. "Okay, what if he put on a strap on and fucked your brains out? You don't mind being fucked, do you?"

To prove my point, I slammed deep into him a couple times.

"I'm getting used to it. Sometimes it still hurts when I'm not ready for it. I think it would be hot to be done with a strap-on, and I'd probably enjoy it, but it still wouldn't change the fact that I wouldn't have a penis to suck on or play with. One that grows in your hand as it becomes excited, or that I can look at while he's sleeping."

"I get that, and that's cool. Could you be friends with him?"

"Of course. I'd probably be okay having sex again too, I just wouldn't want that to be my long-term relationship guy. Hope that makes sense."

"Makes sense to me. Now, let's finish this fuck so I can get some more protein in you before we go get cleaned up and see if I can get you horny again. You almost missed out on your daily fuck. I should have had one of them do you first."

"Am I supposed to get fucked every day?"

"Not if you're straight. That's usually a month end bonus for them, but for a gay guy, it's kind of a requirement to keep up your gay membership up to date," I teased. "When the last time you got the bone?"

"Couple nights ago with Layne. We went to the park near my house after dark."

"Nice." I grabbed his hips and hammered him hard until I achieved lift off, spraying what I had left deep into his boy pussy. I pulled out about as fast as I went in, and allowed him to stand back up. I grabbed him by the hand and took him up to our bathroom for a shower. I made sure to finger his ass to ensure the cum was even spread around in there. You don't want it pooling or clumping. I actually can't get enough of this boy's tiny ass. The way the hole is always visible as if begging you to enter it. How could anyone resist when they see him without clothes?

I knew Blake was at diving practice today, so wouldn't be home until much later. They had been doing extra training as they had a competition in a couple weeks where his goal was to beat his all-time personal best. I loved that he approached it like that and not where he got pissed off if he didn't win. I think the tips he got from Tom when we were in England, and the follow-ups since, by Skype or Zoom, were giving him great confidence to try harder. I mean we all know how lacking in self-confidence Blake is...

Once I'd finished with Darcy in the shower, we both stayed naked and went downstairs to play pinball. I got a text from J.J. saying he was ready to be picked up at Quinn's, so that brought my playdate with Darcy to an end. I got dressed first and then took him out to the garage where we'd left his clothes. I debated keeping him naked until we got closer to his house, but since I'm in such a good mood, I let him dress before driving. We parked a few blocks from his house so that he didn't get seen by his parents getting out of the car. I keep telling him, it doesn't matter as he was Blake's friend, and it's normal for parents to drop the kids off at home. He said he just preferred it this way so that he didn't get interrogated every time. After he'd walked off, I spun the car around, not Fast and Furious style, just a regular u-turn, and headed to get J.J. I'd deliberately picked the best car we had in the upstairs garage which happened to be the Marussia B2. It's one of the cheaper cars. I think Colin got it for around $140,000, or somewhere around that. The car looks great on the outside and could sure rival the look of a few of the other sports cars we had, but the interior was a bit clunky. I wouldn't drive it on a long road trip, but it was fine to run errands in. In case you were wondering, it's a Russian car. They make sure you knew that by putting Russia right in the name of the thing. I'm guessing Marussia, means `My Russia'. Not really fluent at Russian, but it seems a logical assumption. Spasibo!

I pulled up outside the address J.J. had given me and found four boys waiting. They all ran to the car as excited as if I were the ice cream man playing that annoying song over and over.

"Hi Justin. This is Karl & Pierce. They're my other friends," J.J. said as I stepped out of the car. "Can I show them inside the car, please?"

"Sure, go for it. I'm sure when they come over, you'll spend a lot of time with the cars," I grinned as they began swarming the thing as if looking for lost treasure.

A lady came out of the house, probably to see what was causing all the noise from the four boys. She walked over to introduce herself. "Good afternoon. I'm assuming you're J.J.'s new father?

"Either that or a door to door car salesman," I replied. "Justin Masters."

"I'm Elise, Quinn's mother. Nice to meet you. J.J. hasn't said a lot about his new living arrangement except that he has a lot of `cool' things at the house he's staying at."

"I don't think the permanence of the change has sunk in yet, but we're taking it one step at a time."

"It's a shame he hasn't recovered his earlier memories. We've heard bits and pieces of it, but not the whole story."

"We're still hopeful that the memories will return now that he's been re-united with his biological brother. I have feeling it'll be a slow process no matter how fast his brother, Blake, wants those to return."

"Well, he's a pleasure to have over here, so he's welcome anytime."

"Thank you. Quinn is also welcome anytime. We'd love to have you and your husband over at some point so we can get to know each other a bit better. Especially if the boys are spending a lot of time together."

"I agree that it would be good to know you and your wife a little better," she replied.

I gave a small laugh. "I'm not sure how Colin will respond to being the wife, but it'll be fun to find out. I actually have a husband instead of a wife."

I braced for the response. It can go one of three ways. One, they freak out, throw up signs and start shrieking at us through megaphones. Haven't seen that in Canada much. It's more a developing country thing. Two, they simply accept you, and life goes on as it should, or three, they're nice to your face and plot to overthrow you behind your back. Category three fits the Campbells, so it's possible this is going to be that. Bird of a feather type shit.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult you or anything," she said quickly.

"No insult at all. I just figured you should be aware before you came over. It took the Campbells a bit by surprise when we first met them."

She laughed hard. "I would have loved to be in the room for that. I don't usually talk about people behind their backs, but Charles and Vanessa can be a bit uptight at times."

"At times? I haven't seen them anything but uptight. They brought a lawyer and a priest to our outing at the zoo. I thought we were setting up for a live action joke, but it wasn't that."

"Well, I personally think Jimmy will be better off with a more tolerant and understanding home. We certainly see the difference in his behaviour between when he's at his uncle's and his foster parents. It's like he's a different boy. He's quiet, shy, and almost skittish, when he knows Chares and Vanessa are around, and a bit hyper and wild when he's at his uncle's."

"We're hoping for middle ground," I smiled. "I think Blake will be good for him."

"Do you just have the two boys?" She inquired.

"Yes. My brother lives next door to us and has three boys aged five to nine. Blake is J.J.'s brother, and he's 14."

"How has Layne adapted to the change? I know the two boys were close."

"It's been a bit of a rough start. Blake agreed to let Layne continue to be J.J.'s brother as well. The only difficulty is letting them see each other. There's a no contact order for Charles and Vanessa, so they're not exactly open to the idea of Layne visiting."

"I don't envy you navigating that mess. It's Jimmy that gets hurt in the end," she said as we watched the boys fight over who got to be behind the wheel next. "Sorry, J.J. We're still getting used to his name change."

"So is Blake. His real name is John, but he wants to be called J.J. so we're going with it for now. In one sense it we can think of it like a John/Jimmy hybrid mix."

"I thought he was calling himself Jayce Jaxson," she said looking confused. Try being on our side of all this.

"He is. We haven't decided on a surname yet, but we're hoping to match it to Blake, to make them feel more connected. We'll continue to take it one step at a time."

"Sounds like you're handling things well so far. If we can help in any way, let us know."

"Thank you. We're trying."

As we stood talking, Anderson rode up on his bike and tossed it onto the lawn to head into the house.

"Anderson!" Elise yelled. "Bike!"

"God," he complained as he returned to pick it up and lean it against the side of the garage.

"Come say hi to J.J.'s Dad," she told him. "This is Justin. My son Anderson."

Anderson walked over to us. "Hi."

"Nice to meet you," I said politely looking at the boy who appeared to be about 16 with light brown hair and with a typical teenage build. I could see putting him on the guest list for my house of nudes VIP section.

"Cool car."

"Thanks."

"Marussia? Never heard of it. My faves are the Lambo's, especially the new Sian. It's a Hybrid. Goes for a cool two mil."

"Sounds like you know cars?"

"I know what I like. This one looks good, but isn't it Russian? They're not known for cars, are they? What's this one worth?"

"They're not Lamborghini's that's for sure. I think we picked this one up for under 150. That's why I drive this more than the Aventador."

"Yeah. Those are good entry level Lambo's."

"True. It still makes me nervous driving it. Not as nervous at the Veneno Roadster though. One scratch on that and I'd probably break out in hives."

"No way. You have a fucking Veneno?"

"Anderson. Language. Especially around the boys," Elise said quickly, bringing parenting front and center. Just like how I do it with my boys...in my mind mostly.

"Sorry. Not like they don't know about swearing," he said quietly before resuming the conversation with me. "You seriously have a Veneno? What colour is it?"

"Red."

"Fire. That's sick dude."

"Well, feel free to drop over to see the collection any time you want. I'm sure Quinn will be spending time with J.J. at the house. No reason you can't tag along once in a while."

"How many cars you got?" He asked suddenly finding me a lot more interesting than just some `Dad' picking up his kid.

"I have no idea for sure. I'm going to say over 30, almost 40. Depends on whether we count the everyday cars like the Beemer's, Mercedes, and Maserati's. A lot are just an investment so I don't pay much attention."

"I'd love to come over and check them out. If that's okay, Mom," he said suddenly remembering he was a teenager that required permission to do things.

"I'm sure it is, but not today. Right now you have chores to finish, as well as your homework. I'm sure Justin has his hands full with his own boys."

"We get used to a lot of people around," I assured her. "He's welcome anytime. Both boys are," I said not wanting to single out Anderson for my drool festival. "I think we should be heading home. J.J., you ready to go?" I yelled over to them, more as a signal for everyone to get out of the car. Last thing you need is to get home and find you've got an extra kid in the trunk. You either have to waste gas taking them home, or drive the car into the lake to hide it from the Amber alert.

All four boys came running back over to us. "When can the guys come over to your house?" J.J. asked.

"It's your house too, so anytime they want as long as their parents are okay with it," I said.

"Cool. Check and find out. Maybe you guys can come over tomorrow," J.J. suggested.

We said our goodbyes and headed home.

"Thanks for letting me hang out at Quinn's," J.J. said on the drive.

"You're welcome, but you don't need to thank me for something like that. You're always welcome to visit your friends, unless we've made other plans ahead of time."

"I think they liked the car," he said making small talk.

"It looked like it. Even Quinn's big brother seemed to like it," I added.

"Anderson? Yeah. He's kinda into cars. He has lots of cool car posters in his room."

"How old is he?"

"I dunno. Old. I think he just turned 16 since he got his driver's license. He's gotta put an L on the car when he drives though to warn other people that he's a shitty driver," he said giggling slightly at his own joke.

"What do your friends think of you changing your name?"

He shrugged. "Some think it's cool. Others still call me Jimmy though."

"They'll get used to it, especially if you just keep reminding them."

"Yeah. So...ummm...is my last name still Campbell or is it Jones like they said my real name was? Blake's is Worthington-Masters, so if he's my brother, is that my name too?"

"We haven't talked about that yet. You're still using the Campbell name, but we should change it to avoid confusion. What would you like it to be?" Best way to get buy in to an idea is to let them think it was their idea on the first place. I'd already eliminated Campbell from the equation, so I was down to just two. Either one would work for me.

"I'd like Aquaman. Jayce Jaxson Aquaman," he said definitively.

"That's actually a seriously cool name. Might not be practical when you're older, and people would probably expect you to be able to hold your breath underwater and talk to the fish."

"I can hold my breath a pretty long time," he reasoned.

"Like Aquaman long? I mean he can stay under for hours, maybe days at a time."

"I did over a minute before," he said, coming in just a bit under `a few days'.

"Well no need to decide right now. Maybe talk to Blake to get some ideas."

"Should I ask Layne too?"

"I say talk to Blake first and maybe invite Layne to join the discussion afterward."

"Cool. Maybe I could pick something super cool."

If he goes with Pikachu or Loki, we may have to decide for him. Right now, Aquaman is growing on me. We got home in time for dinner and everyone discussed their day. Blake and J.J. did the dishes together, which was nice to see as they bonded.

After dinner, Blake came downstairs to find us. "Wow! Look at you all dressed up nice." Colin said as he saw him approach. I turned to look and he had some seriously nice designer clothes on, with his watch and silver bracelet, as well as a neck chain. He'd even combed his hair and used product in it.

"I have a date, so I won't be home till maybe late. Like midnight if that's cool."

"A date huh? Where are you and Sienna headed tonight?" I inquired.

"Oh, I'm not going out with Sienna. A really cute boy at school asked me out."

"Someone new?"

"Joel. He's in one of my classes. I've only talked to him a couple times before, but he asked me if I wanted to go to a movie with him, so I accepted. If he turns out to be as sexy without clothes as he is in them, I might text that I'm sleeping over."

"Don't get your hopes up Blake. Not every first date ends in a sleepover."

"That's true. I'll probably come home once I've fucked him. If that goes well, I could invite him over here for a sleepover."

"Are you sure he wants you to fuck him?" Colin asked.

Blake shrugged. "It'd be stupid to ask someone out if your end game isn't to have sex. He probably decided to take his shot."

"Since we don't know him, we can't really comment, but make sure to read the room right. Maybe he's just asking you to go to the movie as a friend."

"I'm good with that. I have lots of friends with benefits. I'm betting Joel is wicked hot in bed."

"Have fun. What movie are you seeing?"

"No idea. He asked me out, so he's picking. That's how dating works, guys. He said his mother could drive us, but I said I'd pick him up instead. I totally wouldn't be comfortable making out with him in front of his Mom."

"Oh sure, his Mom gets that courtesy, but you'll fuck him in front of us no problem," I teased.

"You're gay," he said shaking his head as he turned to leave.

"I'm guessing that means we're okay with seeing him fuck anything that moves?" Colin commented.

"I'm fine with it, actually," I grinned.

It was only 10pm when Blake rolled in the door. "I'm back!" He announced. I'm guessing his date was a premature ejaculator. Only explanation for being back so soon.

"You're home early," I said more as a question.

"Yeah," he said as he came and snuggled up against me on the couch. I put my arm around him and he sank against me.

"Did the date go well, or did something happen to bring you home this early?"

"Date was fine. Joel is an awesome guy."

"Ummm...did you go to the movie, or skip it and go straight into his pants?" I asked trying to get the details, that apparently I was going to have to beat out of him.

"No, we saw the movie. We bought drinks, and shared a popcorn and Milk Duds. He even held my hand whenever we walked. It was really nice. Then after the movie, we stayed in the arcade playing video games."

"Sound nice so far."

"Yeah, he really likes romance and said he asked me out because he thought I was super cute. He even admitted that he was scared I'd say no."

"So, he's gay?"

"He's not sure. He's exploring his sexuality right now, so he said he's open to seeing which he enjoys most."

"Does he know you're dating a girl at the moment?"

"Yeah, I told him about Sienna, but I also mentioned that we have an open relationship and were cool going out with other people. That's when he said he wouldn't like to be in a relationship like that."

"Oh, I think I understand why you're home early. He wouldn't let you fuck him?"

"No. When I took him to his place, I was kinda hoping he'd invite me in, which normally leads to something, even if it's not a full fuck. All he did was kiss me at the front door, like we were in some PG teen movie. It was super cute though. He blushed so much we almost didn't need the entry light. I found out I was the first person he's ever gone out with."

"That's pretty huge, Blake. I hope you didn't pressure him for sex. Sounds like he's just starting out on his journey."

"I didn't pressure. I told him I was DTF when he was, and that if he was worried about my open relationship, he was welcome to join me and Sienna for sex if he wanted. He said he wasn't interested in group stuff at all."

"Sounds like you may have to suggest he find someone else to date, but offer to be his friend. Sounds like he's more a traditionalist when it comes to sex. He wants to date and get to know the person first before he goes to bed with anyone."

"Why? That's kind of a waste of time. You guys taught me that. Bang them first, date them afterward if all goes well."

"You dated tonight," I reminded him.

"That was more like just two guys hanging out together."

"Do all guys you know hold hands and kiss when they hang out?"

"All guys I know, or just all guys in general?" He clarified.

"Good point. So where did you leave it with him?"

"At the door, after we kissed," he replied.

"I mean are you planning to go out again?"

"I pretty much have to. I have it planned though. This time I'll ask him out, and suggest we hang out here. I'll get him out of his clothes to go swimming, after which should make it easy to take him to my room for his first sex. Once he's done it, he'll be ready for more, like all guys."

"Blake, we probably should have the talk," I said quietly.

He turned his head and looked up at me. "You're kidding, right? Dad, you do remember I've had more sex than probably my whole school combined."

"Not that talk. You could probably teach that talk as a professor at a University. I'm referring to the talk about romance relationships."

"What'n the fuck is that?" He asked playfully.

"That my little testosterone driven hormone, is a relationship that isn't focused on sex alone."

"Why? Just why?" He said shaking his head.

"Sometimes it's fun to build a relationship slowly until you reach a level where you feel enough attraction to each other where you'd feel comfortable moving into sex. There's nothing wrong with taking your time, especially with someone who is just starting out with relationships."

Blake frowned as he looked at me. "Are you being a parent right now and explaining the `normal' way to do things, because for all I know about you, that's exactly the opposite of what you believe."

"Just go with it as good parental advice."

"Isn't your motto fuck `em first before learning their name?"

"This isn't about me. It's about teaching you how to start a new relationship with someone who is a little more reserved. If Joel were gay and knew he wanted you, I'd say bang him on the front steps before the date to see how it goes. Save yourself a hundred bucks on the date if it's bad."

"Now THAT sounds more like you," he chuckled. "Don't worry Dad, I get it. I was a perfect gentleman tonight. You know the worst thing, though? I had a boner the entire date thinking I was getting into his pants, then when it didn't happen, my whole crotch aches, like really bad."

"It's called blue balls. Talk to some of your straight friends. They're more familiar with the sensation than gay guys."

"Well, I don't like it. I'm gonna end up whackin' off a dozen times tonight thinking about Joel. He could have avoided my discomfort by putting out. Even if it was just giving each other head."

"Spoken like a guy!" I grinned as I hugged him tighter. He just melted into me and we stayed like that for a while until he decided to go up to bed. I'm actually glad he had a nice date that didn't end in sex. Once in a while those life lessons will really help.

"Whoa, is this a new car?" Nate asked a couple days later as we got to the parking lot and found several guys taking pictures of my vehicle.

"Yeah. Colin just had it delivered. Half the time I'm surprised by the vehicles that show up. It's the Lamborghini Urus SUV. I thought I'd try it out."

"I like the yellow. It's actually a cool colour," Nate said as he looked it over. "How expensive was this one?"

"Surprisingly not as expensive as our other Lambos. I think he picked it up for $320k."

"Yeah, cheap. At that price you shoulda grabbed several," he said sounding suspiciously sarcastic.

"Colin figured we needed a few more vehicles with extra seating for when we go places as a family." As soon as I opened the doors, lots of the guys checking the car out asked if they could have a look, so it took a while to get out of the parking lot to head home.

"Mind if we stop by Timmie's and grab a coffee on the way? I also have to stop and pick up some food. I'm almost out of stuff at home."

I agreed and we swung through the drive-in to grab a couple double doubles. Would that technically be double, double doubles? That seems like a lot of doubles. Then I stopped at the grocery store and parked outside.

"I'll just be a couple minutes," he said jumping out.

"No worries. I'm just gonna sit outside and drink my coffee," I said going and sitting by the wall. I took the lids off, as the new `environmentally friendly' lids sucked, and came off half the time and covered me in coffee. How is it environmental when I have to do laundry after each coffee? Plus, the lid is still plastic. I have a question about that. They eliminate plastic straws but still have the plastic lid. What? Or how about those idiots that serve the drink in a plastic cup with a plastic lid and then give you a paper straw wrapped with plastic protection. Isn't using trees more environmentally damaging since they give us oxygen? The governments excuse is that straws end up in the oceans. Just the straws? So what, someone drinks their drink, recycles everything but the straw, then drives to the ocean to fling it in? Oh wait...I see now. The environmental damage is the burning of gas to go to the ocean to fling the straw in, not the actual straw. Okay, that makes sense then. Eliminate the straw, people would drive less. I knew government thinking must have a point. Whew! What's next? Eliminating plastic bags, so we can use paper. We're gonna need a shit load more forests. What do I put my garbage in now if I can't recycle my grocery bags? I know, I'll BUY rolls of plastic bags. That should solve the whole issue right there. I can put my paper bags INTO my newly purchased plastic bags to throw them out. I'm glad I'm not running the world as I'd never be able to think up these great ideas on my own. Thank God for smart government. Now where was I? Right, sitting against the wall drinking my coffee waiting for Nate.

I smiled at a couple people as they walked by and one idiot threw a toonie in my coffee cup while it was on the ground in front of me. I was about to say something when another genius chucked a loonie in after it. Do I look like a fucking wishing well? Depends on their wish, I guess. I couldn't drink my coffee now so I just waited for Nate. I managed to collect another 75 cents.

"Sorry it took so long. They only had one checkout open," Nate said when he finally came out.

"No worries. If you'd been any longer, I might have made enough to pay for gas."

"Huh?"

I poured out my coffee and showed him the coins in my coffee. A two dollar twonie, a one dollar loonie and three quarters.

"Why do you have money in there?"

"People chucked it in as they walked by."

He laughed. "They must have thought you were homeless sitting on the ground like that."

"I really have to stop doing that, or maybe I should dress better," I grinned. "They ruined my coffee but I guess, ironically, the money they gave me pays for another one."

We stuffed his groceries into the back of the car, and as it was closing, Nate looked at me with a smirk. "We should hurry and get out of here before people throw more money at you for having such an inexpensive Lambo."

"True. If they ruin this car like they did my coffee, Colin might be pissed. I doubt we'd get 300k in change to buy a new one."

On the way back to his apartment, I asked him how Casey was doing. I hadn't heard from him in a few weeks so I figured he either hadn't been online, or he found someone else to mod for him.

"He's fine, I guess. He asked about you the other day. I think he's looking for new ideas for his show as it sounds like he isn't making as much money at it as he'd like."

"I've modded for him a few times, and he gets a lot of attention, just not a lot of tips because he doesn't do as much as the guys would probably like to see."

"Were you at his place?" He asked.

"No, remotely. I was at home. He's not bad at keeping the guys interested. Helps that he isn't embarrassed about talking sex with gay guys."

"If guys were too shy to talk about sex with you, you'd never get to talk to anyone," Nate chuckled.

"Was that an insult or compliment? I never know with you breeders," I smiled. "I already suggested he do one of his shows from my place. You should come along."

He shrugged. "Just keep me out of the camera this time."

"What fun would that be? I figure the two of you let everyone know you're straight and make out together."

"You do know that's not how straight boys work, right?"

"And you call yourself a shrink. Straight boys can be talked into anything if it gets them laid."

"Not with another guy, they can't."

"Really? How about if the three of us fuck daily for a month and I buy you a car at the end?"

"Seriously?"

I laughed. "No, but I just proved my point."

"I didn't say I'd do it," he pointed out.

"You didn't say you'd wouldn't either. Don't worry, it's Casey's show so he has to be the one to be okay with anything, but Max Bonehard is willing to go all the way."

"Max Bonehard? Who's that?"

"That's my online name," I said smiling. "I was thinking you could be Titch Willy."

"What's that mean?"

"You want the name or not?" I teased.

"Somehow I don't think I do. How about Colossus Magnimus?"

"False advertising is a federal offense dude. Boringus Limpicus?"

"What's Casey's name again?"

"Thomas."

"That's it? Just Thomas? So why do we have to have weird names. Why can't I just be Pedro?"

"Pedro? Really? All the names in the world, and you chose Pedro. You don't look Latin. "You look more like a Mike."

"Too plain. I'll be J.D."

"J.D.?"

"Yeah. Giant dick!"

"Wouldn't that be G.D.?"

"Oh yeah," he said with a little partial chuckle. "Ooops...brain fart."

"Okay. It's settled. That's your name."

"J.D.?"

"No...Brain Fart!" I laughed and he just pushed me. I texted Casey to let him know I was downstairs at Brain Fart's...uhhh Nate's...apartment, and he showed up a few minutes later to join us.

"Hey Casey. How're the shows going?" I asked.

"Not bad. I've got a few followers now but it's getting pretty routine. I think some of them are getting bored watching me."

"How could they get bored seeing you naked. Neophytes!"

"What's a neophyte?" He asked.

"Someone who thinks seeing you naked is boring," I laughed. "But I hear what you're saying. After a while seeing the same thing over and over again does get a bit routine, so they look for new guys, or ones that are doing something unique, or ideally, having sex."

"Maybe you can help me with some suggestions? I did get lots of those things from my Amazon wish list which was cool. I took your suggestion and showed them on camera and modelled some of the clothes and stuff. I got a butt plug, but I haven't been able to figure out how to use it yet, and I don't want to do that on camera until I know what I'm doing."

"No worries there. I can show you how that works," I offered. We all know I'm helpful like that.

"Thanks. I wouldn't mind some new ideas on how to keep everyone interested and make more money."

"No problem. Nate take your clothes off and let Casey practice sucking your dick," I said snapping my fingers at him and pointing to his pants.

"Pass!" They both said simultaneously. Is this in the straight boy handbook or something?

"Well. I tried," I shrugged before turning to face Casey. "The offer of doing a show in the pool or backyard stands. Why don't you come over to the house and check it out? See if there's anything that would make for an interesting show. Get some of your friends approved and involve them in your show by playing games."

"Not sure I have friends that would be cool with that, but I'd love some new ideas."

"If you're free right now, we could go up to your apartment and see if there's anything we could come up with for your next show by just staying home. You wanna come up with us, Nate?"

"No. You go ahead, and I'll get started with the homework," he said giving me a little smile. I had no idea why he was looking at me like that. He's a shrink, not a mind reader.

Casey and I went up to his place and I looked around. It was basically the same as last time, just a few new things lying around from his wish list collection. My eyes went right to the butt plug and I let out a laugh.

"What? What's funny?" Casey asked looking at me.

"This butt plug. Dude, you might have wanted to start small and work up to this one. Damn," I said holding it up. It would feel like he was being fisted by the Hulk if he pushed that into himself. No wonder he couldn't figure it out.

"Is it too big?"

"Let's just say that it would be like having three cocks up your ass at once. They use smaller traffic cones on the highway than this thing."

"Oh," he replied sheepishly. "I didn't know how big it was when I ordered it."

"Well, if you tease the guys with this, I'm sure you'll get tons of tips just to actually see you do it. Have you tried to put it in your ass yet?"

"A little, but it didn't go anywhere. I don't think my ass opens like that."

I smiled at him. "It does, it just needs to learn how. Did you use lube to try and push it in?"

"No. Am I supposed to?"

"It'll never go anywhere if you don't. Friction is not your friend when it comes to fucking. You'll find that out later once you start using your ass. Have you been sticking to your regular routine of stripping and showing off your body?"

"Yeah. I've tried them all. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. I guess it depends what mood people are in. Lots of people wanna see my butthole. I always think that sounds gross."

"Depends on how cute your butthole is," I said grinning at him.

"The one that always gets me is how many guys wanna see my feet. I'd have thought they'd just like to see my penis or chest."

"True, but some guys have a foot thing going on. I personally like seeing a nice chest and wicked facial features, like a square jaw and piercing eyes. It's good that you talk to them rather than just sit naked looking at the screen, or your phone, ignoring everyone. Those that do the best respond to what people are asking and saying. Nothing separates a guy from his money faster than thinking he has a personal connection with you. Maybe offer the highest tipper a 15 minute private show, or Skype with him. Be as sexy as you can handle for that reward and you'll find word gets around about your private shows."

"That's a great idea. Any other suggestions?"

"Well, like I said originally, bringing another person onto your show will guarantee interest peaks. Set up your prizes and goals to having the two of you doing things with each other."

"Like what sorts of things?" He asked.

"Start with prizes that have you undress each other. Move to touching dicks, kissing & licking nipples, spank the other's ass. Do small things as prizes, and each goal could be something bigger, like get each other hard, or lick the balls or shaft. Give each other blowjobs. Something like that."

He shook his head. "What if I freaked out or threw up from it? I'd lose all my followers."

"Actually, I think you'd have the number one show the moment you start doing it. Nothing the guys like better than to see a straight boy virgin getting into it with another guy, ideally another straight boy, but anyone would do."

"I'm still not sure how I'd feel about it."

"Let me ask you this. How much do you try to make on each show?"

"I'd like to make 4000 tokens, which is 200 bucks, but usually it takes a few hours just to make 2000."

"All you have to ask yourself is what would you be willing to do to earn 200 bucks. What makes seeing you naked so much more worthy of the tips than the hundred other guys doing the same thing? If guys think you're different, they're in for the long haul. If you're just like everyone else, they click in and out fast. Doing a show outdoors is different, and will get followers. A straight boy with another naked boy will get interest."

"I did do one show where I cut some of my pubes on camera. I just did it with scissors, not like a razor or anything. So that was different, right?"

"Right. How did that go?"

"As soon as I started, guys tipped me to keep going. Like some wanted me to shave my ass on camera. Others offered to come over and help. Some said to put a body trimmer on my wish list and then use it to trim all my hair, or do total hair removal in the shower."

"Did you make good tips?"

"I did better than normal, yes," he admitted.

"That's because you were different and interesting."

"Do you think I should do the shaving thing?"

"Yes. Absolutely. Do each area as a goal. Shave pits first. Then balls, legs, ass and finally crotch. You'll make a killing. End it with something like a full body hair removal cream while you jerk off in the shower waiting for it to work."

"I have no idea how to shave things like my balls or my ass."

"I can help you with that. You can either watch how I do it, or let me do you. Either way, you'll get to see it done."

"You figure I'll make good money with that show?"

"I think you'd make more money than you do now, that's for sure. I mean how many guys do you see do that on their show? It'd be unique. The same as hooking up with another guy. Act like you're teenagers experimenting for the first time, hoping you don't get caught. If you look like you're just doing it for the money, guys will vanish faster than the trees in the Amazon. Like I've said from the beginning, the bigger money is always when the show turns sexual, but you get loyal fans by talking to them and interacting which is half the battle."

"What if I did the show with a girl instead of a guy?"

"You'd have to flip over to the other channel instead of just being on the male one, but I think you'd still do okay. You might alienate some fans you have who have fantasies of being with you, but you may gain others who get off seeing you do a girl."

"If it was another guy would I switch rooms?"

"No. All male shows could stay in the male room."

Casey laughed and then began to laugh even harder, to the point where he was almost uncontrollable and had to sit down.

"What the hell is so funny?" I smiled as I sat down near him. Once he recomposed himself, he looked at me with tears almost streaming down his face.

"When you said I had to stay in the male room for my shows, I heard my Dad in my head saying that a lot of people start in the mail room and work their way up. I wonder if this is what he actually meant. I was just imagining what it would be like if I went home and said `Hey! I got a job in the mail room making 50 bucks an hour. They'd be so proud of me, until I showed them where I worked."

I laughed along with him. "Well you do deliver the package."

"I don't think I'd be doing anything like that for quite a while. I still can't believe that I did a show in front of you and Nate. I think about that a lot."

"Was it a good thing or a bad thing for you?"

"I dunno how to explain it. I was nervous as fuck, and I was trying to ignore you guys, but then it was sort of cool that I could see your reactions watching me. It was kinda interesting to be able to see that for once. Made it kinda feel more real."

"That's why you need to gain more experiences," I reasoned. "If you aren't certain you could interact with someone on camera, do it off camera as a trial first. Then you'll know what you can and can't do, which should alleviate that fear."

"That makes sense actually. I'm assuming you mean to try things with another guy though, right?"

"Right. I'm sure you can do solo things no problem. Except maybe that butt plug," I smirked at him.

He smiled back at me. "I'm guessing that you'd volunteer to help if I wanted to try something?"

"It doesn't have to be me. Just ask a friend that you trust, and get him to join in with you."

"I don't have any friends that would be into this at all. Maybe Nate, but I don't think he'd do sex stuff. I'm guessing he'd be okay naked, since he does that all the time anyway. Maybe him and me could just do a jerk off show if he'd go that far," he suggested.

"Great idea. You and Nate jerk each other off, and when you cum, you lick each other clean," I said pushing the agenda.

"Gross! Sick! No, I meant we jerk ourselves off. Not each other," he clarified.

"I'm sure that'd still be a good show, and it might be something you could do on a regular basis until viewers got bored again. But set tips to push things along. Maybe a final goal could be you jerking each other off. Finish with something that'll leave them wanting more next time."

"I have no idea how far I'd be able to go with someone on camera, so I wouldn't be able to set tips for it in case I couldn't do it, but someone already paid to see it. Does that make sense?"

"Totally. Start slow and work up to more difficult things. Or break down the tip into real money, which may help you decide easier. Imagine you and I are back at the first show we saw you do. We're both naked and I suggest you feel my cock to compare it to yours. How much would I have to tip?"

"I dunno, a hundred?"

"Dollars or tokens?"

Oh, right. Uhh tokens."

"So you're grabbing my dick for five bucks?"

"Seems like more when it's in tokens," he said as you could see him processing it.

"It is when it's the person tipping. That would cost them 10 bucks so that you get 5. Now in real money, would you really take hold of some guy's dick for five bucks?"

"No. Probably not. I might do it for 10. If it was just a quick feel or something. God, this a conversation I never thought I'd have in person with some guy."

"Don't you get questions like this during your shows?"

"Sure, and even more graphic type too, but it's not like they're real people, since I can't see them at all."

"How about you spend time figuring out what things you might be able to do, and how much you'd want tipping to do them. Use real dollars so you know how much you'll actually benefit. I mean I could offer you 2,000 tokens to have full sex with you, which seems like a shit ton of money, but is actually only 100 bucks."

"100 bucks is still a good amount. What do you mean by full sex?" He asked.

"The same as you'd do if you were with some girl you were dating. Everything from kissing to fucking. We flip back and forth to do everything with each other until we were exhausted, and our lips, asses and cocks were too tired to continue."

"Oh. Yeah, I don't think I could do all that with a guy. Sorry. No offence."

"None taken. That's why you start slow and work up to the bigger stuff. It's not so scary if we talk about hand jobs or kissing. Once you've done that, it's only a small step to try being blown or giving someone head yourself. After that, it's rimming, then fingering and finally fucking. Each step leads to curiosity about the next step."

"I dunno if I'd agree with that. I still don't think I'd like to get fucked."

"Take the thought of it being a guy out of the equation. If you're with some smokin' hot girl and she said she wanted to try anal. Would you fuck her in the ass?"

"Hell yeah. In a heartbeat," he grinned.

"What if she showed you a strap-on and said she wanted to fuck you? Keeping in mind that the guy's prostate is his `g' spot."

"I dunno. I think I'd be hesitant," he answered honestly.

"And if she turned on the charm and said she'd let you make love to her all night long if you'd let her. She rims and fingers your ass to keep you horny, but begs to fuck you, promising it'll make you so horny that you'll be able to fuck her for several hours afterward."

"I'd probably give in. Shit, just hearing you talk about it is giving me wood," he said giving in.

"Hearing about how the big pink strap-on would enter your cute little ass and stretch it open. She leans forward, letting her ample perky breasts rub against your back, while she reaches around to take your hard throbbing pole into her hand. All the while teasing your prostate with her simulated love tool deep inside you."

"Stop!" he laughed a little uncomfortably. "I meant the sex all night thing. That would be so hot."

"Well, sometimes you gotta give a little to get a little, or a lot. Same with your shows. Do something they think is beyond your capability, or beyond the normal shows, and you'll get tipped to see you do even more. I watched two guys fuck in their apartment window on one show. I mean they were only like a couple floors up, so I'm guessing that anyone on the street who actually looked up would be able to see them. It was hot watching them go at each other while people and cars went by on the street below. I think I even tipped to have them keep going. When he shot off all over the window, I think I might have cum too. Now that's the kinda show that gets guys tipping. They want you to keep pushing the limits."

"Holy shit. I'm not sure I'd ever be that bold with a show. Even if it was with a girl, I dunno if I could do that."

"Sure you could. Take a girl to the beach, set up a camera and fuck her brains out right there on the sand with people going by in the distance. You'd cum so hard and fast, the show would be over before it got started."

"Probably. I'd cum as soon as we got naked," he laughed. "Or maybe not get hard at all from being so scared we'd get caught."

"So, do it with a guy. Lie out tanning together. Strip down slowly as the tips come in, then put suntan lotion on each other. Make it sexy by removing underwear and rubbing it on your asses."

"I'm guessing stuff like that would be pretty easy for you, huh? There are still some days where I can't even do a regular show because I'm not in the mood to have anyone see me naked."

"It's a matter of getting used to it. Look at Nate for example. He's as straight as you, and walks around naked all the time. Doesn't care at all. But I'm sure the first few times he was nervous or excited to do it. Now it's just a normal thing and he barely even notices."

"I'll say. He answers the door like that...a lot. At first it freaked me out, but I guess what you're saying is true. Now I barely even notice. Do you notice? Being gay and all?"

"I admit, I did at first. I couldn't stop checking him out, but once we'd gotten used to each other, it's not a big deal anymore."

"Yeah, you guys looked pretty comfortable around each other when you were at my show last time. I thought my heart was gonna explode at one point with you guys standing there with erections watching me. That time when you got on your knees and pulled his underwear down, I thought you were actually gonna blow him. I'm not sure how I would have dealt with that on camera."

"I was actually planning on doing it, but then I figured it might not be cool since we just met and I have no idea how you'd respond. But back to you. Hell, who knows, maybe doing an in-person show might be more lucrative than cam shows," I teased.

"Only if I knew a bunch of guys with money willing to pay me. Most of the people I know are as broke as me. Any way cam shows are better. No one knows who I am in real life, and if I don't want to do it anymore, I stop broadcasting and it all goes away. If it's in person, people know who I am and where I live. That would freak the shit out of me."

"Fair enough. I should probably get back to Nate before he wonders if I left. I'll leave you with something to think about. To see what you could handle if you did a show with another guy, let me blindfold you and see how far you could go thinking that I'm a girl doing you."

"I'd still know you were a guy," he reasoned.

"Maybe, but we could put some porn on that you could hear that would set you mind to believing there was a girl hear. I'll even offer to tip you 50 bucks for each thing you do successfully."

"Like what?"

"Like if I kissed you and you enjoyed it and kissed back thinking I was some hot girl. Or I blow you and you enjoy it. Maybe I rim your ass, or ride your cock until you cum. Something like that. Each one of those could be a girl doing you."

"I guess. That's like four things. So you'd give me two hundred bucks?"

"Just a thought. Of course if you did all that and were fine with it, we could double the stakes and reverse the roles."

"Huh?" You take over the girl role and do those things to me for $100 each."

He thought about it for a second before responding. "Oh. So you mean I'd have to suck your dick and let you fuck me, right?"

"Only a suggestion. I mean you might be able to give a blowjob and not want to go any farther. At least you'd have still made a hundred bucks. Anyway, no pressure or anything. Feel free to think about it, or ignore it. Meanwhile, baby steps buddy. Baby steps. One thing at a time. As for future solo shows, come over to my place and see if we can't find some fun settings that'll interest your viewers. Call me."

"Sure. I'd like that. Maybe we could come up with some ideas tomorrow after classes."

"Sound like a plan. Text me tomorrow," I said quickly as I headed for the door. I smiled to myself as I returned to Nate's place to find him naked as usual doing his homework.

"That took a while. Did he start a show or something?" Nate asked looking up.

"No, we were just talking about ways he could improve his shows, add more viewers and make it more interesting. How good is your moaning while you're getting fucked? You open to having sex with him on camera at all?"

"No. Still straight, Justin. So is Casey," Nate said in a monotone voice seeming to indicate he wasn't open to the idea.

"Hmmm, that was kinda his response when I suggested you two could fuck while I ran the camera."

"You didn't suggest that," he said looking at me for reassurance.

"No, but I did offer him tips to try different sexual things with me all night long."

"And you're here, so I'm guessing he turned you down?" Nate smirked.

"For now. For now! But he will be mine," I laughed evilly, rubbing my hands together.

Nate shook his head. "You need therapy."

"Trying to build a clientele already?" I chuckled. "Hey, it's economics 101. Supply and demand. I have a supply of cash, and I demand his cock."

"That's not how supply and demand works."

"Says you."

"Did you actually offer Casey money to have sex with you?"

"Yep. It was part of a larger conversation to prove something to him." I quickly explained the outline of it, about starting small and eventually working up to the end game.

"I'd sleep with you for that kind of money," Nate said smiling.

I reached over and grabbed his cock. "You'd sleep with me for a beer and a day-old donut."

"Not true, but I guess I kinda would, considering you paid my rent for an entire year," he admitted.

"That wasn't so you'd have sex with me. It was because we're friends and it's an investment for our future in business together. If you're not struggling to survive, you can spend more time studying to get better grades and become a better psychologist. Which in turn means we get more high paying clients."

"That's cool, and you know I appreciate it. It's more than anyone has ever done for me. I figure one way to pay you back is to be okay letting you play with me when we're horny."

"If we played that much, we'd never study. Speaking of which, should we get to it?"

"I'm just reviewing chapter 17. Should we start there?"

"Huh? Oh, right. Get to the homework." One day I'll learn to be more specific with how I speak.

As promised, the next day, I picked Casey up as soon as I was done with my classes, and we headed back to the house.

"This is your place?"

"Yeah, it's a cute little fixer-upper," I joked as we parked and headed into the house.

"Wow! This is insane," he almost whistled as he stood at the entrance looking around. "Your foyer is bigger than the whole floor of my apartment building. Fuck me!"

"Happy to. You wanna do it here in the lobby, or go up to my room?"

"Huh?" He said looking confused as he continued to stare as we moved into the house.

"You said `fuck me'. I'm just asking where you'd like that."

"I didn't mean it like that. It meant holy shit; this is insane."

"Oh. Well that's disappointing. Way to give me a boner and then slap it with a shovel."

"Sorry. I guess I just didn't expect that you'd live in a mansion."

"It's not that big. I mean it's not like I live alone. I have to share."

"Must suck to be you," he replied sarcastically as he stood awestruck.

"Come on, I'll show you around and we can make some plans," I suggested. "Want a drink?"

"Uhhh, sure. Beer?"

"Beer it is," I nodded as we headed to the kitchen.

"Damn! Even your kitchen is huge. Two fridges? Nice."

"Sure. One for beer, the other for leftover pizza. Don't you have that?" I joked.

"You've seen my place. My fridge could fit inside your vegetable crisper."

"We have a vegetable crisper? Who knew? Don't you know it's not the size that matters, it's how you use it?"

"I'm pretty sure that isn't referring to fridges. But if anyone asks...I totally know how to use a fridge, even if it is smaller than yours."

I didn't respond as I got us both a beer and began to show him around. He liked the view of the back yard from the deck, so paused a bit so he could look around and check things out.

"Does the outdoor pool go into the house next door, too?" Casey asked.

"Yeah. That's my brother's place. We've attached them so we have easier access. There's a tunnel running under the houses."

"That's cool. You have a tennis court and basketball. That's sweet."

"Yeah, when we connected the houses, we moved the pool between the houses. The old one is still under the tennis court in case we ever redesign again."

"So you have a hidden pool? One day someone will move in here and think they've found an archaeological dig," he grinned.

"Isn't that the truth. We should bury some bones around the yard too, just for the fun of it."

We headed down the stairs from the deck and I took him into the house on the pool level. I showed him the sauna, steam & foam rooms, and gym. "This level would be good for your shows. You could go back and forth between the different areas."

"It would definitely be different shows than most guys have."

I took him down a level and his eyes almost jumped out of his head when he saw the underground garage with all the cars in it.

"Holy shit. How did you get cars down here? Is this like a dealership or something?"

"No, it's just Colin's collection. There's an elevator at the back which takes the cars up to the main floor."

"This might be the coolest thing I've ever seen. I think I know where I want to do a show."

I laughed. "This might be the one place for a show where the background gets more attention than the naked guy. You could set tip prizes of seeing inside the various cars, or you getting into them naked."

"Holy shit. I'd make a fortune. Okay, this is one show for sure. Would you let me film in here?"

"I would, but only if we hid the license plate numbers on all cars ahead of time. We wouldn't want people to be able to track the vehicles."

"Deal. I could come over early and set it all up and have you check to make sure you were cool with it. Oh my god. This is by far my favorite room anywhere, plus the lighting in here is already bright enough for a good production."

What is it with guys and cars? It must be part of our DNA. I think I enjoy them because they attract hot guys, who I get to check out, while they drool all over the car. "All right, we'll make this one show. You can plan a script in your head to get the maximum benefit and tips. You know what you should do while you're here. Try it out. How about stripping down to your underwear and getting in and out of the cars to see how it would feel doing it on camera?"

"And I'd need to be in my underwear for that?" He said smirking as he looked at me.

"Hey, I was trying to be considerate. Ideally you should be naked to know how it'll really feel, but I didn't know if you'd be okay with that right away."

"I'm guessing you'd prefer it?" He said as he continued to check out the cars.

Well, that seems redundant. Question is would I fuck him as he bent over to look inside a car, or wait until he got out to check under the hood before I slipped inside his sweet enticing ass?

"We could check for the best camera angle," he said moving around the room. "If I'm sitting in a car shirtless and we film through the window, it'll look like I'm naked. Then if we pan around to the door, I might be able to have an erection in the shorts where they see how excited I am to be around the cars."

"Nice. It'll definitely need a cameraman for that. I could make myself available if you want."

"I'm sure," he laughed. He actually surprised me, by undressing down to his underwear. I think I felt my whole body shiver as my hormones went into overdrive, and started bashing the inside of my head with the `fuck him' demand. I had to try and remind them that he was straight, and it was going to take patience to get his hole spread open.

"Shit, this metal floor is cold," he complained as he lifted one bare foot and then the other. "I may need to wear shoes for the show."

"You'll get used to it," I smiled as I checked him out. Fuck he looks good with shorts so tight they stretch across his ass cheeks and show his crack in high def. His first stop was the McLaren P1. Nice choice. A lot pick the Lamborghini Aventador, but that was one of the cheaper cars in the collection. It only ran Colin around $430,000, whereas both the McLaren and Lamborghini Veneno were in the 4 million bracket, and if you need a bracket, that's the one to be in. He opened the door and sat behind the wheel.

"God, these are amazing. Do you actually drive them or are they just for show?"

"Most we drive, but the odd one is just for the collection. That's a Colin thing, not me. Personally, I'd drive them all so we could show them off. What's the point in owning them if no one knows they exist, but Colin knows what he likes and collects them. The way I know what we can drive is if it has a license plate or not."

"I have a baseball hat collection that I was pretty proud of until I saw this collection. Might have to rethink my priorities," Casey laughed.

"This is the kind of show that would really be hot if you invited someone to join you on camera and it turned sexy," I hinted.

"I can already see it," he grinned. "I'm sitting here behind the wheel, and some sexy hot naked chick strolls up and stands in the doorway. I turn and eat her pussy while grabbing her ass so the camera can see. Then she drops and blows me, before climbing in and sitting on my lap to bounce on my cock, and we make out until I cum."

"Or..." I grinned "And work with me here. I walk up naked and stand in the doorway. You go down on me to get me hard before I kneel and blow you, then climb on your lap to ride you. Then once you cum in me, I shoot all over you and we make out."

"I like my version better. No offense," he said giving a small grin.

"I'm guessing you've had blowjobs before."

"I've had my share. Sure. Girls only though," he replied, quickly making sure I remembered he was straight.

Sometimes his story just doesn't line up completely. He told me that no one had seen him naked in person until Nate and I at that first show we went to. But he claimed he had lots of sex with girls, but only in the dark under the covers. Now he'd been getting blowjobs. Surely those weren't in the dark under the covers. I think he's still just a little shy about revealing what he really gets up to. He probably goes to wild sex orgies every weekend where he's the submissive to a room full of dominatrices. Or that could just be my mind working overtime.

"And how were they?"

"Awesome. Not as good as fucking, but better than jerking off by yourself. That's for sure."

"Wait until a guy blows you. You'll understand the way head is meant to be enjoyed."

"After we talked the last time about how to make my show better, I asked Nate about blowjobs, since I figured you and him had maybe done it. He didn't cop to whether you did or not it, but admitted that head from a guy is actually way better than head from a girl. He said at first you just gotta close your eyes and imagine it's the chick, or you might freak out seeing a guy going down on you."

"Nice. And I didn't even need to bribe him to say that. That last part seems like good advice." I didn't tell him that not only does Nate not close his eyes anymore, if he ever did, but he actively holds my head and face fucks me a lot of the time.

"I've been thinking about that offer you mentioned, and I'm pretty sure I'd be okay letting you blow me at some point. I just have to get my head around the whole thing," he said in a surprise revelation.

"I'd be happy to get my head around the whole thing. My tongue too," I grinned.

He got out of the car and stood looking at me. "That's those baby steps you were talking about. You said you've had sex with other straight boys before, right?"

"A lot actually," I admitted, trying not to sound like I was bragging. I could show him the notches on my straight boy belt. That's my collection of something.

"What do they do when you get together?" He asked, obviously trying to compare himself.

"Every guy is different. Some won't kiss because its too personal. I always find that one funny, and many times they'll say it while you're fucking them, and lean down to their face. They look like they're about to panic that you might lock lips. To me, fucking seemed like it would be the most personal, but then who knows what goes through the head of a straight boy."

"I'd say that was personal. I'd rather kiss than be fucked. I think," Casey replied. "Do they all like to get fucked?"

"It's strange because before I did any straight boy, I assumed they would be more into the things where they could imagine it was a girl doing them. Kissing, getting a blowjob, and being on top to fuck, but surprisingly a good majority are into the opposite. Things they can't get from a girl, but that make sex more exciting and kinkier for them. I find a large percentage prefer to give the blowjob, and work their prostate. Not making love type sex, but getting pounded hard and fast. It takes some of them time to build up to that, as a first fuck can take some work."

"I figure I'll start with simple things to see how it goes. It's gonna take some work though. Just thinking of getting a blowjob on camera makes my heart pound so fast I think I might pass out."

"That's from the excitement of it," I nodded, trying to be a smart ass.

"More like the sheer terror of the idea. Some guy down between my legs sucking me off. That's some wild, out of my comfort zone, shit just by itself. Never mind adding the camera and viewers into the mix as well."

"Damn. You have no idea how hard you're making me right now. A few more sentences like that and I'm gonna cum in my pants, and then I might not even need you."

"Yeah right," he laughed, and then looked down at my crotch. "Shit, you are hard, aren't you," he said, quickly looking back up.

"What did you think? I'm a gay guy standing here with a smokin' hot straight boy in his underwear, who is talking about blowjobs. I'm just surprised that I've had the restraint not to yank your underwear down and take you already."

"I'm working on becoming more sexual. I think if I have more actual knowledge of how stuff feels, I'll be able to better interact with guys on my show. Sometimes they say really suggestive and sexual things, and I have no responses to it. It'd be fun to reply with something witty or equally as suggestive. I'll get there."

"I'm sure you will," I agreed, as I planned our first all night bang session in my head. I was already thinking about tight his ass would feel around my cock.

"Will you really let me film from here? This would be a show no one has ever seen before."

"Of that, I'm sure. You just have to make sure you tell them that this isn't your place or they'll figure you don't need the tips. Say it's a viewer's house and they invited you over. That should get the talk moving along in an interesting way."

"What way?"

"They'll think it's a sugar daddy bribing you to have sex with them. Speaking of that, maybe we should work out the payment for broadcasting from here," I said grinning.

"Payment? Oh, for using the space? I could give you some of the tips I get," he offered.

"Thanks, but the idea is for you to make money, not piss it away to someone else. I'm thinking of a different type of payment."

"Oh, the blowjob, huh?"

"I was thinking of something a little simpler to start. You mentioned a few things you might be okay doing. How about as payment, we pick the easiest? You give me a kiss as a thank you."

Casey smiled. "That one I can do." He moved closer and I could see how nervous he was. His mouth may say it's easy, but his whole body is telling a different story. I moved closer so that we could actually feel each other breathing. He inched his face towards mine as if we were in some teen tv drama. Our lips touched and he jumped slightly, but didn't pull back. He also didn't close his eyes, which is freaky for a first kiss. He pulled back after a couple seconds.

"See," he said as if he'd just completed a world record of something. "I was cool with that."

"Usually someone who is cool with something, does need to announce how cool they were with it," I said smiling as I watched him wipe his lips. "I thought you said you knew how to kiss. That's how you kiss your grandma."

"I didn't want to over do it in case you weren't into it," he reasoned. Such a straight boy.

"How about you let me lead? I'll show you how two guys kiss...and trust me buddy, this isn't a grandma, or even a girlfriend kiss. A guy kiss will blow your mind. This time, close your eyes. It'll help you focus." I pulled my shirt off and then put my hand on the back of his head to pull him against me. I pressed my lips to his and shoved my tongue into his mouth. I don't think he'd expected it as he jumped when my tongue touched his. Once I felt him adjust to his new reality, I moved my other hand around his back and slipped it into his underwear to grab his ass. It's a very fine ass, and I was having no problem enjoying myself. I thought about rubbing down his crack and fingering his hole, but something in my head kept chanting `baby steps'. Damn those brain chanters. Probably left over from my previous life where I was an ethics professor. At this rate, it could take at least 15 minutes of my pro-skills before I have him bent over the car with my dick up inside him. Sometimes my confidence amazes even me. After about a full minute, I eased back and let him get some air.

"Holy shit! You really know how to kiss. Fuck," he said enthusiastically as he wiped his mouth. Guess gay guy spit isn't his favorite. It will be. It's that confidence thing I mentioned earlier.

"Like I said, guys know what guys like, so it becomes more intense when we interact with each other. Looks like you didn't hate it," I smiled as I looked down and the enlarged bulge in his shorts.

"I was imagining some girl kissing me like that," he said deflecting the situation the best way he knew how, while he tried to adjust himself. Never met a straight boy yet that would immediately admit that they got hard kissing another boy.

"Ready to try again, only this time a bit more intense?" I said giving him a bit of a teasing smile.

"It gets MORE intense?" He asked surprised. Like what? He thought I'd give him my A' game on the first kiss. You gotta leave them wanting more, and his erection seemed to indicate he was up' for more.

"Of course. This time, you take the lead and push your tongue into my mouth first, and we'll go from there."

I didn't wait for his reply. Why would I? We were going to kiss again regardless. I pulled his head to mine and started again. I opened up to accept his tongue, and as soon as it was in my mouth, I closed my lips around it and tried to suck it out of his head. I pulled his chest against mine so we could feel each other's bodies, and I held his head firmly, as you don't want him breaking free until you're done. He seemed a lot more at ease with the second kiss, now that he knew what to expect...or at least he thought he did. I put my hand on his stomach and quickly slid it down inside his underwear to firmly grab his package. His erection was fully hard, almost throbbing as I took it in my hand. His balls were firm and tight, and while he may be thinking about a girl, I definitely wasn't. My mind had already moved us into bed where I had his legs over my shoulders. Yes, we were still kissing, but he was panting and trying to get used to my monster cock up his ass. Like I said, that's in my head. We probably won't get to that for another twelve minutes yet. I could feel the conflict inside him as my hand roamed around in his underwear. I have no idea if a girl had ever done this with him, but I was absolutely sure no boy had.

I felt his whole body tense up suddenly, and he grunted loudly. That was followed by my hand getting very wet. I smiled, which when you're kissing is instantly transferred to your partner. I waited until he was finished and then eased back to allow him some air. I pulled my hand out of his shorts and brought it up to my mouth to lick clean.

"Shit. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I've never felt anything like that before," he said looking horrified as he stared at me. I couldn't tell if the horror was from the fact he'd cum all over me, or that I was licking it off my hands. He didn't say, and I didn't ask. I quickly went over to the workbench and grabbed some shop towels. I returned and pulled the front of his underwear down to begin wiping him dry.

"I can do that," he said nervously.

"Yeah, but what fun would that be for me?" I grinned as I wiped as much up as I could. He's still gonna have to deal with the wet spot in his underwear. Fortunately they were black so the spot didn't show. It might once the cum dries, but only on the inside. "So, I'm guessing you didn't hate kissing a guy?"

"That was WAY different than kissing a girl, that's for sure. Never had a girl make me cum just from kissing."

"Like I keep saying. Guys know what guys like. From that result, I'd say you're a lot closer to getting that blowjob. At least now you have a baseline for comparison."

"Huh?" Casey asked, obviously not fully back from his intense orgasm yet. The blood was still returning to his brain, leaving it probably still only 75% operational.

"If kissing a guy was that much different than a girl, then imagine that same level of difference in a blowjob. It should make your decision to try one a lot easier. That'll lead to questioning if everything is that much better. Before you know it, we're spending the night together. You with your legs over your head. Me showing you the joys of the male prostate."

"Probably not," Casey replied quickly, as the last of the blood from his penis returned to power his straight boy reasoning center. They really have to remove that part of the brain. It'd help them get laid so much faster.

"One step at a time," I assured him. "One step at a time. Next will be to give you that blowjob and watch how fast I can make you cum again. If you thought kissing was that exciting, wait until my mouth is around your cock."

He looked nervous. The kind of nervous when you're at a bus stop hoping the bus comes along quickly so you're not late for work, kinda nervous. It seemed like he was deciding how to get from being in front of me to being back in all his clothes, while it taking zero seconds for it to all happen.

"I wish I were half as confident with girls as you are with guys," he said as the compromise, inching away from me to move around the garage again.

"I guess that comes with experience. I've learned if you don't ask, you don't get. Plus, everyone likes sex. You just have to show them how much they love it. How about we look at a few more places that you could set up a show from here."

"Sounds good to me," he said eagerly. Not sure if that eagerness was to get his imagination going as he planned inventive shows, or just to get out of the impending blowjob. He picked up his pants and jumped into them, which I could understand. I convinced him to stay shirtless though, suggesting it would help him get used to the house for his shows. Since I was shirtless as well, I'm guessing it didn't seem out of the normal straight realm to do so.

I showed him the games room, which he also thought would be cool venue for a show. Playing video games, bowling, etc. "It still feels strange to think about doing a show naked somewhere other than my own place."

"It gets easier. First few times I went naked, it was seriously thrilling, and my dick was so hard I could carry my backpack on it. Now, I don't even notice when I'm running around without clothes. Half the time I have to double check to make sure I got dressed before I go out for the day."

"Yeah right," he laughed. "I like the idea of doing shows from different places in the house. It should make it fun for the viewers and hopefully they'll tip. I guess we'd have to pick a time when no one else is home?"

"Why? Even if they were, we'd just warn them not to walk into the camera view. I can't promise they wouldn't want to watch you, especially once you're naked. Your own live studio audience."

"That would make me insanely nervous," he admitted.

"Only at first. You got used to me and Nate being there. Offer them all backstage passes for after the show, and I'm sure you'd start a bidding war over who gets you first."

"Ummmm, if I had just finished a show, I probably would have cum already, so wouldn't be in the mood to stay naked at all."

"Probably, but it wouldn't stop them bidding on you. I figure you hang out here for a bit after the show and once you're horny again, it's open season on Casey."

"Maybe I should just do the shows from my place by myself, behind a locked and fortified door," he said looking at me. I think he was kidding. At least I hope he's kidding. I hate all the effort it takes to knock down a fortified door just so you can bone a straight boy. I'd be all sweaty and exhausted before I even got started.

"Or we stick you in the foam room and cover you in bubbles. Your viewers could tip to `pop' the bubbles and expose more of you each time. And again, if you had someone with you, it would give your viewers a fantasy to end all fantasies as they saw you slipping and sliding around with each other. I'd offer to show you how it feels, but you know how that would end."

"Yeah. With me going home with a raging hardon and blue balls," he laughed.

"Not in this house you wouldn't. That I can promise, even if it meant tying you down to take care of it."

"I still haven't figured out if you're joking or not when you say things like that."

"Strip off those pants and find out, or we could just go up and play a game of pool."

"Pool it is," he replied. I just gave him a smile and we headed upstairs. We'd only played one game, and were halfway through our second when Blake and Sienna bounced down the back stairs. Casey froze in place as he looked across at them. It was as if someone had pressed a paused button. I tried not to laugh as they approach.

"Hey. How long have you guys been home?" I asked casually.

"Dunno. Maybe half an hour. We raced here straight after school to get ready," Blake announced as he looked Casey over thoroughly. Sienna was also scanning Casey. He may be getting offered a `full ride' scholarship to their school of sex in a minute.

"Ready for what?" I inquired.

"For Niles. He's coming over in a bit," Sienna explained.

"Do I know Niles?"

"No, he's in some of my classes. He's a nice guy. I mean he's not jock hot or anything, he's more of a pretty boy, and that type are usually packing some serious meat in their jeans. We both think he's gay, but since he's a virgin he may not know it yet. We're gonna try and help him figure it out," Blake said, filling in the details. Surprisingly, that was almost subtle of him.

"Does Niles know that's your plan?" I asked.

"No. But he'll figure it out pretty fast once he's here. Hi. I'm Blake. Who are you?" He asked turning his attention to Casey.

"Casey."

"He lives in Nate's building, so I invited him over."

Blake just looked at me and grinned. "And you're playing strip pool or something?"

"No, just regular pool," I assured him as I amused myself watching the two of them eye fuck Casey.

"Check out my new underwear, Dad," he said as he spun around to show me his exposed ass.

"Nice. Don't you have like a hundred pair like that though?"

"Not this design. These make my ass look super lit, and they're designed to make your junk look bigger when you're wearing pants. Me and Sienna picked them out together."

Great, now he's going underwear shopping with his girlfriend. This relationship is getting pretty serious. When they go grocery shopping together, we've lost him.

"I like the designer jock straps. It makes my ass more available," Blake said proudly as if that were supposed to be a thing.

"Like your ass needs to be MORE available," I joked. "You should buy the type that have duct tape in back."

"These are good because you can also get to his balls easier," Sienna announced as she slipped her hand between his legs and under the elastic of the jock, to cup his balls.

"If you keep doing that, I'm gonna I bust right out of these things like the Hulk," Blake announced.

"You should come swimming with us," Sienna offered. I was surprised that she was still wearing a shirt. Normally that's the first thing to go when she's over here. It was one of Blake's shirts, as were the underwear she had on. You could clearly see she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples seemed extra perky today. Is that a thing? Extra perky?

"Maybe when we're done our game," I replied.

"Cool. Come on Blake. Time to get my pussy wet," she said reaching over to grope Blake's crotch.

"Nice. Later guys," Blake said as the two of them took off.

Once they were out of sight, Casey finally blinked and looked at me. "Holy shit. I can't believe she grabbed his junk in front of us."

"You get used to it. I'm actually surprised Sienna was wearing as much as she was. Sienna believes that if a boy can go shirtless, she should be able to as well."

"I think that's a good rule. Actually, it should be made into mandatory law," he said as he adjusted himself. "You sure live a different life than other people. I can't believe they were so open about sex around you. I'd never tell my parents anything sexual. As far as they're concerned, I don't even pee."

"Blake has no problem giving me every little detail, whether I want it or not. Considering they were heading for the pool; I was amazed that they actually had clothes on at all. Normally it's a streak from the bedroom to the pool."

"You're okay with them being naked around the house? I wouldn't even wear the assless underwear if I was around other people."

"Sienna's a bigger flirt than Blake. Every time she's been over here, she's asked if I'd like sex with her. I think she has a thing for older guys."

"Does Blake know she does that?"

"I think Blake encourages it. I've lost count of the number of people they bring home to `study' with. I've never seen one book, but invariably they all end up without clothes at some point."

"Damn. That's way wilder than I was at that age. That's actually wilder than I am now," he admitted. "She's seriously hot, and I'm pretty sure she wasn't even wearing a bra. That's a rack I wouldn't mind seeing."

"Not difficult to accomplish around here. Just go down to the pool. Neither of them will have anything on while they're swimming."

"Even when they know you guys are home?"

"It seems strange to you now, but after a while, it'll seem normal. Feel like going down to the pool, get a few laps in, and see Sienna's boobs to satisfy your curiosity."

"If she is naked, I hope that pool has really cold water or this is going to get embarrassing really fast."

"Trust me, they'll both want to see what you're packing as much as you want to see her."

"It's too bad she's with Blake. A girl like that would be fun to hook up with. At least you know she puts out," he reasoned.

"Don't let that stop you. Blake wouldn't. Hell, just last week he had a couple friends over from next door. Colton and Stone are your age, and boyfriends. I arrived home to find all three of them naked on the couch. Colton and Blake were sharing Stone's nine incher like it was the world's biggest ice cream. Then as soon as Blake saw me, he waved, climbed on Stone's lap and impaled himself. He bounced hard, while Stone sucked his boyfriend's cock. Once they were done, Blake spent the next hour bragging about how easily he could take Stone's monster, and asking if I were proud of him."

Casey laughed. "I once showed my Dad an `A' I got on a math test and asked if he were proud of me. I'm a thousand percent sure I wouldn't let him watch me have sex and then ask him to rate my performance."

"It's just sex. Be proud of your abilities and show them off. No need to be shy about it. Blake was even in a three-way with a couple of girls. I think he enjoyed that as much as being with the guys."

"I would love to see two girls doing it. That would be amazing. I'd give my right nut to be in a three-way with that happening."

"Meh. I've seen your right nut. Throw in the left one, or that nice cock, and I'll consider setting it up for you."

"Uhhh, if I throw in all that, I wouldn't need the girls. I'd have nothing to use," he joked as the pool game continued. Blake was right, I do suck at pool as Casey was winning with ease. Winner gets to choose his position. Top or bottom. I just haven't told Casey that yet.

He paused and leaned against his cue. "Seriously though. Do you know any girls that might be into a three-way with a guy?"

"I know a few that would be into that. When you're gay, girls like to hang around you and talk like you're one of them. I've learned a lot of girl secrets over the years. They also don't hesitate to change in front of you like you were a girlfriend of theirs."

"Damn, maybe I should be gay," he joked.

"Great. Let's go upstairs and start working on that. Do you prefer doggy or missionary?"

"I was joking. But maybe you could introduce me to some these girls that are into three-ways?"

"How about a compromise that would let you have two girls in bed by yourself for the whole night if you wanted."

"I'd say that's a good compromise," he grinned as stared at me excitedly.

"I haven't given you the compromise yet, so keep your pecker down until you hear the offer. Then I ask deal or no deal and you decide."

"A sex game show. I'm listening," he said almost licking his lips. I think all his brain heard was two girls', and I'm gonna get laid'.

"I'll get Sienna and one of her female friends to have sex with you."

"Deal!" he said slapping the side of the pool table. "Final answer."

"You didn't wait for the whole offer, and I never said deal or no deal."

"Oh. Okay, continue."

"Before you get a night with the girls, you spend a night with me first." If Blake can set up deals with his straight friends at school, then it shouldn't be that hard for me to be able to do the same.

"I'm guessing you don't mean spending the night like ordering pizza and beer while we watch a movie type night?"

"Nope. I'm talking a night of sex. Basically, you'd go gay for one night, and we'd have as much sex as you would with two girls, probably more."

"Wow, that's an offer I never thought I'd ever hear in my life. You're serious, aren't you?"

"Guess it'll come down to what you think hooking up with multiple girls at the same time is worth. Maybe two girls wouldn't be enough. Maybe we make it four or five, or a straight half dozen. All screwing your brains out for an entire weekend."

"Stop!" He laughed as he quickly sank the eight ball, making me the ultimate loser. In pool...not loser at anything else. Well, most sports, but for now, just pool. "Does this work on all straight boys? Because right now, I'm so hard thinking about that, that I'm actually considering having sex with you."

"Then if that happens, the answer to your question is yes. It works on ALL straight boys...so far," I smirked as we put our cues away. "Shall we go downstairs to the pool, or upstairs to my bed? Boobs one way, my cock up inside you, the other."

"Sounds like checking out the pool would be nice right about now," he replied, summarily dismissing my offer to fuck him. Straight boys. What ARE they teaching in schools these days? Never heard of a bird in the hand? Wait, wasn't there a bush in there somewhere. `A penis in the hand is worth two rides in the bush.' That saying may not actually catch on.

"Let's go show you some boobs," I teased as we headed off to the lower level.

Casey stopped so suddenly, I almost ran into him. "Holy shit," he said under his breath so that only I could hear.

I looked past him to see what had caused the reaction. I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. Sienna was sitting on the side of the pool with Blake between her legs obviously chowing down on her pussy. This is why we should have buckets handy so I can puke. Sienna saw us approaching and tapped Blake on the shoulder. He looked over at us and waved.

"Hey guys. You coming swimming with us?"

"No," Casey said quickly. His hand now strategically placed over his crotch. "We were just going down to the garage to get my shirt."

We were? I thought we were going swimming so he could see boobs. He'd be hypnotized by them enough that he wouldn't even notice when I slid up inside his virgin chamber.

"You can join us," Blake offered. "We were just playing around while we took a break from swimming. Nothing serious though. We have to save the good stuff for Niles when he gets here. We don't want to be exhausted."

I thought they went swimming to take a break from sex. Now they're taking a break from swimming to have more sex, while they're gearing up to get another boy to play with them later? This is a front row seat to a teenager's brain in action. This is why you shouldn't let them vote, or operate heavy machinery.

I whispered quietly to Casey. "You wanted to see her boobs. This seems like it's a whole lot better. Come on."

"I'm good for now," he whispered back, then in a louder voice spoke to the other two. "Thanks, but I should be going. Maybe next time."

Before I had a chance to convince him to join in, he'd turned to head downstairs. I followed him into the garage where he seemed to relax as he pulled on his shirt.

"They would probably have enjoyed you joining them. From the look of that boner outline, I'd say you liked what you saw," I said as I reached over and groped him. He only jumped slightly but never moved to get away from me. As required by the gay bylaws, I now had permission to continue.

He leaned against one of the cars and looked at me. "Can I ask you something? Why do you want to have sex with me so bad?"

"Think of it from your point of view. If you see a cute girl, you think `wow, I'd like to tap that', right?"

He shrugged slightly. "Sure."

"And if they seem unattainable, you want them even more."

"Yeah," he nodded. "I guess that's actually true."

"It's the same for gay guys. We see a hot guy that we'd like to hook up with, and the more unattainable he is, the more we're fascinated about what he'd be like in bed."

"Why me though? A guy like you probably has tons of guys throwing themselves at you. I'm not that interesting."

"Circumstances. Fate. Whatever you call it. We met through a common friend, Nate. I learned about your cam show and figured it would be fun to get to know you better. Then I saw you do your show, and realized you look as amazing naked as you do in clothes."

"Thanks. I never actually had anyone tell me they wanted me as much as you do. I know it's gay, but it's kinda flattering to be seen that way."

"Glad I could boost your ego a bit. Hopefully you don't mind if I keep hitting on you. At least until I've gotten you into bed."

"You wouldn't hit on me after that?" He asked, either looking concerned or relieved. It's hard to tell with straight boys. They all have the same three looks. Horny, confused, or stoned.

"Meh. Hard to say. Straight boys are usually terrible in bed. Fun to get into bed for one night, but after that you pretty much have to move on if you ever have hopes of having good sex."

"I'm good in bed," he replied quickly, trying to defend his manhood.

"Says every straight boy ever. Trust me, be a fly on the wall listening to girls talk about the guys they've been with. Only a few get the high ratings, and those are usually the guys that screw everything and anything offered. Like they say, practice makes perfect."

"Seems like a no-win scenario," he reasoned. "They want us to be good, but won't put out enough to let us get better at it. Then get pissy because we suck at sex."

"To quote Captain Kirk; I don't believe in the no win scenario. Trust me, you're already on your way to becoming one of the good ones the girls talk about."

We headed back upstairs so I could take him home. He paused as we got to the pool level, and looked over to see Sienna on her back with Blake standing across the chair really giving it to her. Blake was grunting hard with each thrust and his ass cheeks tightened with drive into her. He really does have a cute ass and she didn't seem to be objecting to that big dick of his. I half expected Casey to suggest we stay and watch, but he continued up the next flight of stairs.

"It's not to late if you want to back down there. I'm sure they'd find it hot if you straddled Sienna's head so she could suck your dick while Blake kept fucking her and ate your ass." Sometimes I think I say things just to see how people react.

"Does that happen around here a lot?"

"Sure. It's just sex. We're all pretty open about it," I shrugged as we continued to head out to the car. On the drive we talked about other, more random things. Before he got out, he thanked me for helping him with his shows and said he call me as soon as he had a few plans and tip items figured out. Even if he does nothing more than he's been doing on his regular shows, being in a new location would definitely attract more viewers, and hopefully tips. Of course, being his cameraman wouldn't be a bad thing either. I would volunteer for fluffer or luber, if those position become available.

Several days later, I had just finished doing some homework at Nate's and was about to head home, when I thought I'd stop an see how Casey was making out with his plans. Who knows, maybe I'll be lucky enough to catch him in the middle of a regular show. I knocked on his door and he opened it fully dressed. That's disappointing. Guess he's not doing a show. "Hey. Was just visiting Nate so I thought I'd stop by and say hi. See how the plans are coming along"

"Oh. Hey Justin. Come in. I'm just hanging out with a friend," he said in a regular voice, then lowered it so only I could hear him. "He doesn't know about my cam shows."

"No worries. I won't say anything," I assured him as I entered and was introduced to his friend.

"Justin, this is my friend Eric. Eric, this is Justin."

"Hey. How's it goin?" He said smiling at me.

"It's goin," I replied casually. The guy was around our age, with long brown hair. The type that always looks messy, but is actually pretty stylish at the same time. He had a great jawline and a cute little nose. One my fuckability scale, he was about a 6.8. They gain more points once I've gotten them naked and seen the rest of the available options. "What are you guys up to today?"

"Just searching the web," Casey replied as we sat down. I pulled a chair up next to Eric, so I could see what they were doing.

"Porn? Always a good waste of time searching for good ones," I remarked.

Casey just laughed. "No. We're watching You Tube videos. Just random shit of people doing crazy things."

"All you need for that is cable news," I suggested.

"True," Eric smiled, agreeing with me.

I hung out with them as I got to know something about Eric while they searched videos. He and Casey had been friends about five years, having met in high school. They were best friends and did a lot of things together, although apparently didn't share everything, as Eric had no idea about Casey's extra-income earning job. In fairness, Casey didn't seem to know a couple things about Eric either. Typical straight guy friendship...mostly.

"I've gotta take a leak. Anyone need a drink when I come back?"

"I'm good," I replied.

"I could use a Coke," Eric replied. Casey took off to the bathroom.

"So does Casey know?"

"Does Casey know what?" Eric asked turning to look at me.

"That you're gay?"

"I'm not!" He said somewhat shocked at my comment, but glanced nervously at the bathroom door.

"Dude. You've been eye fucking me since I got here, and you've brushed my leg with your hand so many times, it feels like we're dating.

"I wasn't eye fucking you," he stammered, but had lowered his voice. "I can just appreciate that you're a good-looking guy is all."

"Thanks. So, what are you doing later? I'm pretty good in bed. What about you?"

"Never had complaints," he replied. "Ummm. How would I explain it to Casey if I left with you?"

"Tell him you're going home with me to get a good boning."

"Casey is totally straight and I don't think he'd be cool knowing I was gay," he said still keeping one eye on the bathroom door.

"So, you are gay?" I smiled feeling proud of myself for having such finely tuned gaydar. I got the extra sensor add-on for it. Also has night vision mode.

"Shhh," he said almost panicking. "Yes," he whispered.

"Have you got a boyfriend?"

"No, but I'm not a virgin, at all. Although everyone thinks I'm straight."

"Would you want Casey to know you're gay?"

"If it didn't affect our friendship, sure. It'd be cool to just be myself around him, but please don't out me. I need him as a friend."

"I promise I won't ruin your friendship," I said holding up the Vulcan salute. I know it should be the boy scout one, but I was never a boy scout. I hear ya...I was never Vulcan either...suck it. How exactly is `suck it' an insult? Is this another straight boy attempt to embarrass other guys. Personally, when I get told to suck it, I wait for it to be whipped out, so I can get to work. "So, are you coming home with me? I'll bet you'd love to see this without it being covered," I said suggestively as I took his hand and wrapped it around the outline of my cock. He swallowed nervously, and almost jumped out of his seat when I reached over and grabbed his junk through his pants. He almost recoiled to the ceiling when the bathroom door opened, and his hand flew off my crotch so fast the Flash would have been impressed. Casey stopped to get Cokes before sitting down.

"Find anything good?" He asked as he looked at the screen.

"A couple things. It's amazing what you find when you reach out for them," I said brushing the side of my hand covertly along the side of Eric's leg. He took a sip of his Coke to try and ignore me. While he never said if he was actually going to come home with me, I'm pretty sure I won't take no for an answer. Even if I have to accidentally spill honey on him so I can offer to lick him clean, I'm going to get this boy naked. My current objective was more long term, though. I know I promised I'd not out him...sort of...but I hate seeing cute boys stuffed in closets. It's to confining in there. I casually pulled up an `it gets better' video from a celebrity, and let it play. Eric just glared at me, almost as a warning.

"Casey, would you ever be cool with a gay friend?" I asked bluntly, no doubt causing Eric's blood pressure to shoot up to `blasting out your eyes like a fountain' level.

"Are we friends?" He asked.

"Of course," I nodded.

"Then I'm fine with it," he said with a smile. "Justin's gay," he revealed to Eric.

"Ouch. Way to out me to a stranger. Dude!"

"Oh god. I'm sorry. I...shit...I'm so stupid...I'm sorry. I thought you were out to everyone."

"Well, not everyone. I haven't met all 7 billion on the planet yet, but I'm just messing with you. You can tell anyone you like that I'm gay."

"You are?" Eric said feigning surprise.

"I guess I should have asked if you're okay with it, before I said anything," Casey added. "I know you're a little nervous about gay people, but Justin's cool."

"I'm not nervous about gay people," Eric said quickly, trying to defend himself.

"You kinda are, dude. Every time we see anything gay, you tense up, and either change the subject, or go really quiet until it's over."

Eric looked at me and I just shrugged slightly. "I didn't think I did that. I just never know how to act when I see gay things. I don't wanna sound too enthusiastic, or say something that would make me look homophobic, so I try to avoid it."

"Do you get nervous seeing guys naked?" I asked. "Like in locker rooms and stuff?"

"No. Not really."

"What about the two of you. Have you seen each other without clothes?"

"No, never," Casey said quickly. Right, I forgot that he'd mentioned about Nate and I being the only ones to see him completely naked in person. I still don't know how you have sex with someone and not see their goody bag...and goody dick.

"You've never watched porn together? Jerked off to see who can cum first, or the most," I grinned, looking at them.

"No. That'd be kinda gay," Casey replied. "No offense."

"It's not offensive. Even straight boys whack off together when talking about chicks, and bragging about who could do her best or hardest. I jerk off with my friends all the time. Just a great way to pass the time and help each other out."

Casey laughed. "Isn't that like saying hello in gay world?"

"It is. Wanna say hello?" I teased.

"Pass," he said shaking his head with a roll of the eyes.

"I guess I really have grown up gay, because I can never get my head around the idea that two guys could be friends and not be comfortable knowing everything about each other, which in my world includes being naked and jerking off when the mood hits."

"If I jerked off every time the mood hit, I wouldn't need clothes," Casey laughed.

Eric just blushed.

"And let me guess. You're one of these guys that doesn't jerk off and thinks sex is for after marriage," I said looking at Eric.

"No, I'm cool with it. I just don't know if I'd be okay doing it with someone watching," Eric replied obviously lying. At least if the increased size of his bulge was any indication, he was lying.

"What if it were a dare, or you got bribed to do it? Would you then?"

"Maybe. I guess if the bribe was enough," he admitted. Now we're getting somewhere. Time to do what I do best. Push the limits and see where the line is.

"What about if someone offered to take a video of you jerking off. Would you do it?"

"I dunno about that. I'd totally have to trust the person with the camera, and I'd want the memory card afterward."

"I've seen tons of amateur videos online. Guys making naked videos to earn money from subscriptions and stuff. Would you ever do something like that?"

"Like go online naked?"

"Sure. Like those webcam sites?" I said grinning, as Casey was behind Eric shaking his head at me to try and get me to stop wherever this was going. "It's cool," I said looking directly at him.

"I've seen a few, and some of it is pretty hot. I always wondered what it would be like knowing hundreds of people were watching me without my clothes. I guess I'd be freaked out and excited at the same time."

"It's probably more the excited part, they'd be interested in. Seeing you fully `excited' might get you the most tips. What do you think, Casey? Would you ever go online naked?"

"For the right amount of money, sure. I'd just have my limits."

"What kind of limits?" Eric asked curiously.

"I'd just do a solo show and maybe only go as far as jerking off," he said, mostly honestly... for now. I was already working out the show for Eric and Casey in my head.

"Yeah, I guess I'd probably be okay with that as long as people I know don't see me," Eric agreed.

"I think they have regional blockers for that," Casey told him. "You can stop people from your area seeing your broadcast."

"Then I'd be okay with it as long as I could make money," Eric nodded.

"I've watched tons of those shows and I know that two nervous straight boys like you, would get tons of viewers, tipping like crazy to see you do something together. Even just kissing or hand jobs. Hell, if you fucked, you could probably pay your rent after each show."

Eric laughed. "Yeah right. Why would anyone want to watch two straight boys when they could see gay guys? If that's what they were into," he added.

"The fantasy. Knowing that it might be possible to get a straight boy to give it up, makes them hornier for it."

"Straight guys would never do gay stuff though," Eric said naively.

"Sure they do. It's not like they'd be gay, just open minded and performing for a paycheque. Lots of actors do it in movies, so what's the difference if an amateur does it on a webcam?"

"I guess that's true," Eric admitted.

"I think I have to call bullshit on either of you doing it though. I mean you've been friends for five years and haven't even changed in front of each other. How is that even possible? Don't you shower after swimming, or change in the locker room?"

"I always shower in my swim suit and change in a cubicle," Casey admitted. "I guess I just feel more comfortable like that."

"I change in the open, but Casey always uses a cubicle, like he said, so we never see each other."

"What about sleepovers? Like sharing the bathroom or the shower, or sleeping in the same bed?"

Casey laughed. "You do know straight boys would NOT do any of that, right?"

"Even when we sleepover, one sleeps on the floor in a sleeping bag. And we use the bathroom separately," Eric added.

"Seems like an inefficient use of time," I smirked. "And why wouldn't you sleep in the same bed? It's not like you'd be having sex."

"I dunno. We just don't. Most straight boys wouldn't," Casey reasoned as Eric just remained quiet.

"I don't know about that. I've been on plenty of sleepovers, and even if the guy knows I'm gay, they don't have a problem if we sleep together." That's not exactly true. I usually climb in after they fall asleep, and leave before they wake up.

"Guess we've always just done that," Eric said finally speaking up.

"Okay, back to the webcam thing. How could you be on camera naked in front of a thousand people or more, but not okay changing in front of your best friend? Makes no sense to me. Have you even seen each other shirtless?"

"Of course. That's pretty common," Casey remarked.

"Alright. Take your shirts off," I said bluntly.

"You first," Eric challenged back.

"That was dumb," Casey said rolling his eyes as I yanked my shirt off without hesitation. "Justin has no problem taking his clothes off."

"Cool tattoo," Eric said as he looked at my arm band. "You got any others?"

"I could answer that, or I could let you undress me to find out for yourself," I said giving him back the fuck me eyes, he had tossed at me earlier.

"See what you started?" Casey smiled as he pulled off his shirt, followed by Eric.

"Okay, not a bad look boys. I see Casey has some designer underwear going on there. Properly placed just above the waistband of his pants, as required by the mandatory rules for hyper-cool guys. Attracts the girl's attention."

"And the gay boys, apparently," Casey teased.

"Now what the hell are you wearing, Eric?" I asked as I saw the wrinkled waistband of what looked like dollar store boxers.

"Underwear. Who cares what they look like? It's not like that matters when people can't see it."

"But if you're gonna be on a webcam, you want the look that says I'm cool and sexy. Your type of underwear says trailer park and I don't bathe."

"Underwear doesn't say that."

"Trust me it does. Guys with ripped underwear because it's their favorite pair' or it's comfortable' are the same ones who wear them four days in a row."

"Gross. I'd never do that. Once you turn them inside out, two days is the most you could get out of them."

I think he was joking. Please tell me this gay boy WAS joking. "Alright, truth time boys. Do you believe that best friends should have secrets from each other?"

"No," Eric said quickly.

"I think it's okay as long as it doesn't affect their friendship," Casey added.

"Let's go with hypotheticals. Casey, if you had been friends with some for a long time and found out they were say adopted, would you still want to be friends with them when you found out?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I? They're still the same person. Who cares if they're adopted?"

"I'd be the same as Casey," Eric answered before I'd asked anything.

"Good, but your question is, if Casey said he wanted to experiment with another guy, but didn't trust anyone but you, would you be willing to experiment sexually to help him out?"

"What kinda sex?"

"I'm talking full sex. Spending the night together type stuff. Spreading his hole wide open with your penis. Licking..."

"I got it," Eric said quickly. "I'd be scared it would change our friendship. He could probably just go down to some gay bar and pick up a random guy and experiment anonymously. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Or it could be way worse. At least with a friend, they could talk it out and take it one thing at a time. Some random guy in an alley, might not have the same consideration. So, back to the question. Would you have sex with Casey if he asked you to help him?"

"I'd need alcohol first. A lot of alcohol," Eric joked. He was probably halfway through picturing the sex session in his head.

"Would you have sex with a girl if she asked," Casey questioned, looking at me.

"I would if she threw her boyfriend in as a payment for helping," I smiled licking my lips. "But seriously Eric. That underwear can't be comfortable. It's got to bunch up in your pants."

"Sometimes."

"Exactly. Casey, where do you keep your underwear?"

"Uhhh... in my dresser drawer. Why?"

"Go grab a pair of boxer briefs for this guy. Let's get him fashion forward, not fashion reject from Value Village."

"You want him to wear my underwear?"

"Just go get it," I said pointing. "This is no time for straight boy phobias."

Casey went to get a pair of underwear, while Eric looked at me with trepidation. That means he looked horrified that I was about to out him. When Casey returned, he had several pair of shorts with him. "Wasn't sure what you were looking for, so I brought a few different ones."

"These are what we need," I said grabbing the straight cut boxer trunks. "These'll make you look hot enough to fuck."

"It's gonna take more than underwear for some chick to want to fuck him." Casey taunted as he sat down. "He'll need a bag for his head as well."

"Ignore him. You're fuckable. These will shape everything properly, not let it all sag like that cloth trash bag you're wearing. Why do you think girls wear those push-up bras? Let's do a before and after review. Lose the pants Eric and let's do the before look."

"I'm pretty sure my underwear is fine."

"Are you gonna listen to the gay guy, who are stereotypically known for fashion and social skills, or listen to your trash collector who tossed you that underwear he found in the `good stuff' pile at the office."

"Ouch," Eric replied as Casey laughed.

Eric unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his knees, showing us the light blue and white striped grandpa boxers he was wearing. If I'd had a boner, the sight would have instantly killed it. "Good god, man. How can you go out in public like that?"

"What? They're comfortable. It's not like people are seeing them."

"Uhhh, hello. We're seeing them. Do you think Casey wants you going places with him dressed like that? You'd shame him."

"I'd be fine with it," Casey said quickly to Eric.

"See! He's almost delirious with panic about it. He can't even picture the two of you out picking up chicks together. Then after you find two perfect ones, you're out on the dance floor and your shirt comes off. They see the waistband of your underwear, and all of a sudden they're making excuses about a dying aunt and possibly going lesbian, before they leave. You really think that's fair to Casey?"

"Again, I'd be fine with it. Shallow chicks aren't really something I'm attracted to."

"Until you see them in sexy lingerie."

"But don't believe me, get into these and check out the difference for yourself," I said as I threw him the shorts.

He pulled up his pants and turned to head to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Uhhh...to the bathroom...to change," he said sounding as if I was asking a really dumb question.

"Must be a straight boy thing," I said, giving what I hope they interpreted as an unconcerned shrug. Eric headed to the bathroom.

Casey laughed as soon as the door closed. "Almost."

"Almost what?"

"You almost got him naked. I'm actually impressed you got him down to his underwear so fast."

"I had you blowing a load the first time we met," I reminded him quietly.

"Technically you just watched my show," he countered.

Okay, technically he was right, but I still see it as a win. "Fair enough. But you underestimate my abilities," I smiled as Eric came back out of the bathroom. "Dude! It's an underwear show. Lose the pants!" I said loudly snapping my fingers at him.

He stopped in front of us and dropped the pants to his knees again. "How do those feel?" I asked.

"Tighter than I'm used to, but not bad. How do they look?"

"Much better. See how the tighter fit gives you a more streamlined look that shows off both your waist and thighs. We just need to make one more adjustment to really show you off," I said as I moved beside him, put my hand on his stomach and slid it into the waistband. I pushed down to grab his junk and pull it up to the side, then adjusted his balls. Eric inhaled deeply as I touched him.

"Ummm, I coulda done that," he reasoned.

"You could, but this way was more fun for me," I grinned as I slowly stroked his penis, which rapidly inflated to full size. I just smiled at him as I did it. He was stuck between a panic fear state and a `take me now' phase.

Casey looked around me to see what was happening. "Are you grabbing his junk? Is he holding your dick?" He asked, almost redundantly. I mean there's not a lot of space in small underwear, so it would be unlikely that there was room for my hand and his cock and balls without them touching.

"I told you he needed one more adjustment," I said smirking as I removed my hand and groped the outline of his cock to show it off. It was now stretched along the left side of the underwear. "That's the proper look when you're wearing tight shorts. That'll get you the attention you want."

"Or arrested," Casey said. "Did you get hard?"

"He did. So would you if someone grabbed your cock unexpectedly."

"I guess that's true."

"I think it's time to share some secrets. I'll go first. You're both on my list of guys I want to fuck."

"That's not really a secret, Justin," Casey replied. "I think you told me that the first day I met you."

"But Eric doesn't know that. Now he does. So it WAS a secret," I grinned.

"Grabbing his junk might have given that away," Casey reasoned.

"Casey. Your turn to tell Eric your secret."

"What secret?" He asked frowning at me.

"The one I've been giving you advice on."

"I dunno."

"Do it, and Eric will tell you his big secret."

"How do you know Eric has a secret? You just met him," Casey asked frowning with curiosity again.

"Please. All guys have at least one secret. You two are best friends, so this shouldn't be a big deal for either of you. Now start acting like best friends and spill. Casey, you go first."

"I don't think..." he stammered.

"Exactly. You don't think. Letting the secrets out will only make you better friends. If you believe nothing else I say, at least trust me on this. Casey, go."

"Fine. What the hell. You remember when we were talking about online cam shows?"

"Yeah," Eric replied.

"Well, I do them. I make extra money doing videos. There. You happy?" He asked glaring at me. Sure, I'm happy. What a dumb question.

"Oh, that's the secret you're telling him? I was talking about the one where you think you're a leprechaun, but whatever you're cool with," I joked.

"Like You Tube videos?" Eric asked as he pulled his pants back up and sat down. All three of us were still shirtless, but wearing pants. Straight boys have a thing about wearing clothes around other boys. It must be a mental disorder that they haven't found a cure for yet. I just hope there's a vaccine so I don't catch it.

"More like the other kind of videos where you kinda get tipped and take your clothes off," he said being less than direct about it.

"People pay you to take your clothes off? Why?" He asked trying to sound like a naïve straight boy.

"So they can see him naked?" I suggested.

"Do you? Get naked?" Eric asked as he squirmed a bit. I guess those tight boxers were doing their job of holding everything in place.

"Sometimes, yeah. If I get enough tips I do," Casey admitted.

"How many people watch?"

"It varies. You get more viewers the less you're wearing, obviously. I think my best number was 2,300. That was an insane number though. Usually it's just like 5 or 6 hundred."

"600 people watch you take your clothes off and get naked?" Eric asked, sounding stunned. "Dude, you won't even undress in a locker room, even if it was just me around."

"This is all anonymous, and it doesn't broadcast in the area that you live in case people might recognize you, so it's like I'm just alone in my room watching a blog feed."

"What did you do that got you 2300 viewers?" I asked, knowing full well what it was.

"I dunno if I should be telling that," Casey replied apprehensively.

"Just tell him. You're supposed to be clearing the air of secrets," I said trying to sound authoritative.

"I'd like to know too," Eric replied. "I can't imagine being naked in front of 2300 people, even if it was all virtual. I don't know if that would be exciting or terrifying."

"It would be more terrifying if they were all in the room with you," I laughed. "Meh, or again...could be exciting. I'd personally be okay if thousands of guys were in the same room all wanting to gang bang me."

"I think that's more a gay thing than a straight thing," Casey said looking at me. I just shrugged. "Actually if you really wanna know, I got hard and jerked off for them."

"No way! Seriously? You let guys see your erection and flogged it for them? Ummm...did you go all the way? Is that why you had so many viewers?"

"You mean did I cum?" Casey asked a little quieter. "Yeah. I was getting tips, so it sort of encouraged me, and I kept going. Once I was done though I had to stop the show. It felt weird sitting there like that afterwards."

Eric's face changed to one I recognized instantly. He was upset and stood up. "I should go."

"Are you freaked out that I did that or something?" Casey asked showing instant concern and giving me a look that basically accused me of causing this. Rude.

"I'm a little pissed maybe. You are barely comfortable being shirtless around me, but now I hear that you're jerking off and shooting your load in front of thousands of guys. Guess we're not that good of friends after all," he said bluntly.

"We are. I just didn't think you'd be the least bit interested in knowing that, so I just kept it to myself. I use the region blocker thing so that no one I know sees me. Trust me, if I didn't need the money, I'd have never done it. I sort of freaked out when I first started doing it, but comments from people online gave me more confidence the more I did it. Originally I was only planning on doing it until I got caught up on bills, but the money has really helped, so I've kept doing it."

Eric sat back down and I relaxed again. "I'm actually kinda impressed that you'd do that considering how shy you are about your body, but I guess I'm a little pissed that you didn't let me in on it. Maybe I coulda made some money too."

"You'd go on camera and get naked?" Casey asked surprised. "Dude, you blush when either of us take our shirts off."

"And that's a good Segway into Eric revealing his secret, if he's ready," I said turning my attention to him next.

Eric looked at me and swallowed hard. Some would see that as nervous apprehension. I see it as practicing for later. "I dunno. It could seriously affect our friendship."

"I dunno what your secret is, but it wouldn't change anything between us," Casey assured him. I think everybody says that before some bombshell is dropped on them, and then either have to show they were lying, or suck it up and go with it.

"I'm not sure I can."

"Dude. He just told you he gets naked on camera for thousands of people at once, and that he bones up and jerks off. That screams pretty open minded to me."

"True," Eric nodded thoughtfully as I could see him tensing up at the idea of outing himself to his best friend. To me, it's a non-issue, but to many it's still one of the biggest events of their life and it has to be on his own terms, with a small push from those that know how much better his life will be when he's allowed to be himself.

"I'll prove it. Up until his show and meeting me, he'd probably never even known a gay guy in person, right?" I said looking at Casey.

"Right," he nodded.

"Then I met him and watched him do his show. Almost caused him to have a panic attack with someone watching in person. Now he's fine with me being gay around him."

"Wait! You let HIM see you on camera, but not me? That's messed up dude. I don't even know how to process that," Eric said sitting fully upright. I wondered if he was about to get ready to leave again.

"He's gay, so he had ideas to help me make more money and asked if he could watch a show. His advice while I was doing it made me more than any other show. I think that's because he knows how gay guys think."

"Was he online giving you advice or in person?" Eric asked almost accusatory.

"In person. First time I ever did that with someone that I could see back. It was surreal for sure."

"Now he's fine with me seeing him, and I've modded a few shows to help push guys to tip more. He's fine with having a gay friend around now. I'll even prove it," I smirked.

I turned quickly to Casey, grabbed his head and planted a kiss on him with full force and tongue. He pushed back after a second and wiped his mouth instantly.

"Dude! I'm not THAT fine with it."

"Sorry, I just wanted to prove something. Does the fact that I just kissed you change our friendship?"

"Not really. Maybe just ask if that's something you're planning again."

"So, you're saying if I want to blow you, I should warn you first?"

"I was talking about kissing. I'm exactly a kiss other guys type. I'm not opposed to it, in case you think I'm homophobic, I'm not. I just think kissing should be something special between two people who love each other."

"Got it. What I'm hearing is that you don't love me or Eric?"

Casey laughed. "Nice try Justin. I can honestly say without trying to offend you, that I don't love you. You're a cool guy to know as a friend, and you're sure different than any of my other friends, but that's as much as I know about you for now. And yeah, I'm secure enough in who I am that I can say I love Eric. He's my best friend."

"So, you'd be fine kissing him?"

Casey rolled his eyes. "I fell into that trap, didn't I? I'm guessing this was part of your plan too? Get the straight boys to kiss? Maybe teach me that it's no big deal so I can do it on one of my shows?"

"Nope. Not part of anything. We're just talking about how you can accept new things without it affecting a friendship. But hey...if you two wanna kiss, who am I to say no. Just make sure I get a good angle for the pictures."

"You think I wouldn't, just because you're almost daring me too. You're wrong."

"Wait!" Eric said quickly. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Chill dude. I'm not actually gonna kiss you. I think seeing two straight guys make out would be too much for Justin. He'd probably try to jump both of us."

"Ummm...no, not that. I just don't think you'd want to kiss me after I tell you what I guess I should have told you five years ago."

Casey stopped moving and stared at his friend, realizing things had just gone to `serious' on the casual talk meter. "I'm sure whatever it is, we'll still be cool," he said supportively.

"I hope so. I like having you as a best friend," Eric said quietly.

"Me too, buddy."

Eric looked at him and then at me. I just nodded supportively. "I'm gay," he blurted out, and then exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath the entire five years. "Now you know."

"Seriously? No, you're not. Really? You're gay?" He asked looking very astonished. "Dude, no you're not. I'd have figured that out by now if you were. I mean you've never tried hitting on me or anything."

I laughed. "That doesn't mean he's not gay. It might just mean you're not his type. He might just be into hot, cute guys."

"Ouch," Casey said feigning offense. "So what's your type then? Since you've hit on me since we first met."

"I go for the sad underdog that needs the ego boost."

Eric just smiled nervously as we bantered back and forth.

"So like, you're really gay? How do you know for sure?" Casey asked. He wasn't really putting Eric at ease yet, as he hadn't actually said he was accepting the reveal.

"The same way you know you like girls," he replied.

"I like girls because I've been to bed with them. That's how I know."

"And you don't like boys because you've tried them as well?" I asked butting in to the conversation that I pretty much started.

"No. I just know that I wouldn't like it. Or wouldn't like it as much as with girls, anyway."

"That's how I know too," Eric replied softly.

"Oh," Casey said sitting back as he let in sink in. Then he looked at his friend and stood up. Eric tensed up almost immediately. "Stand up."

Eric looked at me for some reassurance that he wasn't about to be pummeled into a gooey rainbow puddle. I just smiled and nodded, ready to intervene if I was reading this wrong. Eric stood and Casey moved forward and gave him a hug.

"Dude. Thanks for finally telling me. I'm really proud of you and nothing will change between us."

Well, that's disappointing, I thought to myself. I was hoping for at least some tongue action, or a congratulatory blowjob from Casey to show he wasn't homophobic. They both sat down again and I could see how emotional Eric had become. I just patted him on the back.

"Does it feel better to have told someone?" I asked.

"I think so. I'm still kinda shaking though. My biggest fear is that he'd hate me afterward."

"Never, dude. Never. But if you're gay, I don't understand why you get so freaked out when you see anything gay. You act like it's super gross or embarrassing. That's why I kinda play along and agree with you. If I'd known you were gay, I'd have totally been more sensitive. I would have probably asked for your advice on my cam shows too. The only reason I asked Justin is because Nate told me he was gay, so I figured he'd know about that stuff."

"It's okay. It just felt weird seeing gay things when I was around you. Mainly in case I reacted incorrectly, and you figured it out and hated me."

"I must really be a dumbass. We've been friends since we were 15 and I never picked up on it. I not only figured you were ultra straight, but shy as well. Not to make this weird or anything, but seriously, how come you never tried to hit on me, or at least see me naked? Wouldn't that be a normal gay thing to do?" He asked, looking more at me than Eric, so I answered for him.

"That depends on the gay guy," I told him. "Guys like me are more direct and have nothing to lose by saying what we want. Like if I told you I found you hot and wanted to fuck you, I'd lose nothing if you refused. I could just move on to someone else. You on the other hand would miss out on the best fuck you've ever had."

Casey laughed. "Now that's the type of gay guy I've seen in movies. Not sure about the whole best fuck I've ever had thing. That seems like a stretch."

"For an ass as small as yours and my eight and a half inches. Yeah, it'd be a stretch alright."

Eric was blushing brighter than an LED bulb as he listened to us. "You have eight and a half inches?" He asked as his mind suddenly went off the track and slid into the gutter.

"Shhh... This is no time to be making dates," I joked.

Eric turned to look at his friend. "I didn't hit on you or anything because I valued our friendship more than telling you my secret."

"I can appreciate that. I guess that's why I didn't tell you about my shows. In case you thought I was some sick perv. Especially since neither of us have talked about anything but chicks since we met."

"Is it only guys that watch you?" Eric asked.

"No, I think girls watch too, but mostly it's guys. In my head they're all hot chicks with big boobs fingering their pussies as they watch me. Makes it easier to get off that way," Casey revealed, being a lot more open.

"How often do you do the show?"

"Depends on how much money I make. Sometimes I make a lot of tips and don't need to do a show for a week or more. Other times I have to do three or more shows in a week to make enough to pay bills."

"Umm if it's not to weird to ask, do you get naked and jerk off each time?"

"Mostly, yeah. The tips come in super slow while they're tipping to get you undressed, but once you're naked, tipping is a lot faster as they try to get you to do stuff."

"Like what stuff?" Eric asked.

"I dunno. Just stuff. It's kinda embarrassing dude," he admitted.

"Sorry. I was just interested. If it's not to gay to say, I'm kinda upset that you didn't tell me and let me watch. I could have maybe made money doing it too sometimes."

"I guess we don't know each other as well as we thought we did."

"Guess not," Eric agreed.

"I've told you about my show, so what about you? Do you have like a boyfriend or something?"

"No. Maybe one day," he admitted.

"Have you been with guys before? Like for sex I mean."

"Yeah," he replied, trying to relax and be open about it.

"How many? If that's cool to ask."

"Not many. Like maybe 20," he said quickly. That's a pretty low number for a guy his age, but maybe he just didn't want to embarrass Casey by posting higher numbers. Straight boys are satisfied with one or two different girls in a year. Gay guys consider that a typical night out.

"20? You've had sex with 20 guys? Holy crap. How come I never knew you were a slut," he laughed. "Props dude. I would have bet money on the fact that you were a virgin, and here you are getting laid more than me. 20 guys. Shit."

"21 after tonight," I added helpfully, smiling as I licked my lips. "22 if you count going twice."

"You don't count going twice, or multiple times with the same person," Eric clarified. "I wouldn't even know how to count all those."

"21 it is then. 22 if you wanna get in on the count, Casey," I offered.

I just got a dirty look from each of them. Too soon?

"Pass thanks. No offense," Casey said, speaking up quicky. Not as quickly as when he came from being kissed and groped, but quick enough.

"That's fair enough, but I think there's one thing left for you two to do so you realize that your friendship is still as strong, if not stronger than before."

"Which is?" Casey asked suspiciously. "And don't say we have to kiss."

"I wouldn't do that. I don't need you getting straight boy cooties all over him just before I take him home with me. I hate having to disinfect a boy before I take him to pleasure town."

"TMI," Casey said rolling his eyes. "Eric, just do me one favour; don't become a gay like Justin. Stay normal, please."

Eric laughed. "Deal. But I may occasionally mention that I find a guy hot."

"That's acceptable. I may even point some out once I know your type."

"Fun," I said. "Now back to you two. You've both been shy about nudity around each other for almost the same reasons. Maybe it's time to get past that. Eric could join your shows, or mod for you, if you were open around each other. And you performing nude to thousands while being a prude around your best friend is hypocritical at the very least.

"What are you saying?" Eric asked frowning slightly.

"I'm saying that you two should both take your clothes off and take a good look at each other. Get it over with, and move past the awkward phase of your revelations."

Casey rolled his eyes again. "Nicely played Justin. I bow to the master."

"Thanks. Not sure for what, but instead of bowing, could you kneel instead? That seems like a much more suitable position if you're trying to actually please me," I teased. I think I actually got him to blush.

"I just meant that if I don't get naked, I'm either homophobic or a hypocrite since I do the online show, and you get to see Eric naked as he'll feel he has to undress to show me that it's not a problem for him either."

"Just one thing with that. I've already seen you more than naked, and as for Eric, he's gay, so seeing him without his clothes absolutely won't require your help. He'll need to be naked when I sleep with him."

Casey just shook his head and stood up. "Fine," he said relenting, as he unfastened his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, followed immediately by his underwear. He put his hands out to his side. "Happy now," he said looking at me.

"Well don't ask me, turn around and let your best friend see everything. Personally, I thought it'd be bigger. I guess it's true that the camera adds ten pounds, huh?"

"Bitch," Casey said as he spun around, letting Eric see his ass, before he turned back again, pulled up his pants and sat down. "Okay, let's get this over with. Your turn. Strip," he said grinning at Eric.

"I'm not sure I can right now," Eric admitted, with additional blushing.

"Boner huh?" Casey nodded. "Was that because of me? Or Justin saying he was gonna fuck you? Guess we can talk openly about shit like this now, huh?"

"I'd prefer we didn't. It's gonna take getting some used to," Eric admitted.

"It's all cool, bro. I think it'll be fun to help you find a boyfriend. Double dates will certainly be interesting. I'll either be on a date with three girls or three guys, depending on whether you act like a chick or not."

If you want him to act like a chick, get those clothes off again and ask him to kneel in front of you," I suggested.

"Not really helping, Justin." Eric replied.

"Dude, just strip. Now that he knows you're gay, and you know he does cam shows, I have a feeling seeing each other hard, won't exactly be an issue. Might as well get it over with."

Eric stood up and unfastened his pants and dropped them slowly to his ankles. If I'd had a stack of fives, I'd be participating in the show, and slipping them into his underwear. We could clearly see his erection, once again stretching the fabric of the underwear he had on. If Casey hadn't been there, I'd have reached over and stripped the boy myself. Eric did what I expected and shoved his hand into his underwear to hide himself, before wiggling the underwear down to join his pants around his ankles.

Casey and I watched as he slowly removed his hand to show us the whole prize. I expected a light to shine through the window onto it and a ta-da sound to emerge from somewhere. All we got was an erection pointing at us. He was trimmed down to almost nothing, leaving just a trace of pubes, which looked good on his circumcised cock. Average length and girth, so nothing to write home about.

`Dear home, Saw a boy's erection today. I felt extremely honoured when it stood and saluted me. It was wearing a light purple helmet and stood roughly six inches up from the main body. The bag he was carrying underneath looked like it had been fully loaded prior to my arrival, and was tightly pressed up against him. I saluted back, although he couldn't see it as I was wearing clothes at the time. Hopefully, I'll get together with it soon and play my favorite game of swords. We might even go spelunking later if he shows me a nice tight cave for my soldier to enter.

Love Justin.'

Eric turned around to show his ass, like Casey had done, then got redressed. I wanted to go help him stuff that erection into the shorts, but I figured this might not be the most appropriate time.

"You guys can build a stronger friendship now that that is out of the way. I think this calls for a celebration. Bartender! Blowjobs all around."

"Bartender. Make mine a Shirley Temple," Casey laughed.

"Nice," I nodded as Eric looked at his watch.

"Shit, I should be heading home," he announced. "I still have an assignment that I need to work on or I'll never get it in by the deadline."

"You want a ride home?" I offered.

"Sure. If it's not out of your way. It would be way faster than taking the bus," he said grabbing his backpack. "Call you later, Case?

"Sounds good," he replied as they went back to straight mode. I gave Casey a smile and a hug as we headed to the door.

Once Eric and I were in the car, he turned to look at me. "Holy shit! So THAT just happened. I thought we agreed that you wouldn't out me. It took like what? 15 minutes for you to break that?"

"More like 10, but who's counting. Thing is he knows, and he's cool with it. Plus, you saw him naked. I'm sure that wasn't unpleasant."

"No, that was awesome, but he saw me naked too...and hard. THAT was definitely unpleasant. I felt stupid."

"Trust me, that wasn't stupid. That was bold. But more important than all of that is that I got to see you naked, and I liked what I saw."

"Thanks. I'll probably have nightmares about today though. Is Casey bigger than me when he's hard?" He asked. Now he was being a good little gay boy.

"I'm sure you'll find that out soon enough when he lets you join in or mod his shows. But yeah, he's bigger than you, probably by an inch or so. A little thicker too, so it'll feel pretty good when he finally shoves it up your ass," I said as we drove off towards his place.

"Yeah, he may be okay with me being gay, but he's never gonna have sex with a guy, especially not me. That would just make things awkward."

"Oh, trust me, that boy is going to have sex with a guy if I have to duct tape him to his bed. He wants to make money on camera. Straight boy sex with another guy will rake in cash by the wheelbarrow full, and he knows it," I grinned.

"You talked about that?"

"Yep."

"And did he agree to it?"

"No. Right now he says he's fine doing solo shows, but he admitted he might be okay doing a show with another guy in the room. Maybe a kissing or handjob type show. If he does that, it won't take much to move to blowjobs, and beyond."

"I know him pretty well and I'm sure he won't do anything with a guy. Maybe sit naked beside them, but definitely nothing sexual."

I laughed casually. "No offense, but you didn't even know he was doing a nude show on camera. Maybe he'd surprise you with what he's capable of."

"Maybe, but I can't see it. It kinda hit me like a punch to the gut that all those guys got to see him without clothes before me."

"And don't forget getting hard and jerking off for them, spraying his load all over himself. So hot!"

"Thanks. That's helpful," he said sarcastically. What? I was just telling it like it was.

"Don't worry. Now that he knows you're gay, I'm sure you'll have plenty of other opportunities to see him naked, and in person, not on camera like everyone else. Would you be interested in doing a live cam show with him sometime?"

"Maybe. Once we've gotten used to this new normal between us I probably could. Right now, I'd probably be too horny. I'd end up cumming before I was supposed to, and ruin his show."

"Trust me, you're doing a show in front of gay guys. Getting hard and blowing your load while you check out your straight friend would NOT ruin the show. I'll bet you get tipped like crazy as they try to get you to do something with Casey."

"Yeah. I can see it now. I reach over to grab Casey's cock and the sex show turns into a naked MMA fight, as he beats me to a bloody pulp."

I grinned. "Again, another hot show," I joked. We eventually pulled onto his street.

"You wanna come in?" He offered. We all know what that translates to in gay. If you aren't sure, just use the English to Gay part of Google translate. "Just a warning though. I have two roommates, who are both straight."

"That's cool. They're my favorite. Dip `em in ranch dressing and you could snack on them for days."

Eric laughed. "I wish. No, they're really straight. Hang out in their underwear, watching sports, type straight. Oh, and they think I'm straight too. Just so you know."

"Dude. Seriously? You're gay and fine with it, but you haven't even let the people closest to you know. Casey, your best friend, or your roommates."

"I guess I like a drama free existence," he shrugged as a way of explaining.

"Yet, after you told Casey, there was no drama, and now you can be yourself around him. Making your life even simpler."

"True. It'll be interesting to see if anything changes between us now that he knows."

"If you're lucky it will. He'll get horny, whip out his dick and ask if you're interested in a snack," I grinned as I followed his instructions on how to behave in his domicile. I'm using extraneously oversized words now, so that I sound more sophisticated when I start shrinking people's heads.

Eric laughed as he pointed at a building. "I wish. This is my place. You can park anywhere."

I found a spot on the street and we headed up to his place on the third floor. The building was old, but in good condition, and the neighbourhood was decent. I could see us buying it, renovating, moving in the gays, and turning a tidy profit on a place like this. Shit, I'm turning into Colin. Wonder if I'd be allowed to open my own property acquisition company. I think Colin had to agree not to get into land development as part of his last deal when he sold his old company. Wonder if I'm included in that? I'd like to make a few million for some extra `walking around' cash. I think I'll need bigger pockets on my cargo pants if I have that much cash though.

As we entered his apartment, I noticed that it smelled like a typical guys' place. A little stale pot, mixed with the unique odour only guys can make. Such an aphrodisiac. Probably was coming from the shoes and socks spread out around the entranceway. The place was reasonably well furnished and of course, as required by straight boy union number 42, had a massive TV as the centerpiece of the living room. Two guys were on the couch as we walked around to announce our arrival.

"Guys, this is Justin. Justin, Liam and Brian. My roommates."

They both nodded to me, with Brian adding, "How's it goin'?"

"Good. You?"

"Got a good buzz going on, so the world is lit right now," Brian replied. I think he was the one who was lit, not the world, but I kept that to myself.

"Nice," I said as I scanned the two of them. Liam was all muscle and looked like a wrestler or a blocker guy in football. They were both shirtless which gave me plenty of eye candy to look at. Liam had ripped jeans, while Brian had tight low rise skinny jeans on. He was leaner and more toned than muscular, but I certainly wouldn't refuse advances from either of them. Eric looked at me and smiled as he saw me checking them out.

"Come on, we can hang out and study in my room," he said to me as he moved off.

"Nice meeting you guys," I said to them and got a wave and a grunt.

Once we were in Eric's room, I gave him a big smile. "They're a talkative group."

"They are when sports are on, or some good horror film. They're pretty quiet when they're stoned, and fortunately, they're stoned a lot."

"Dude. They are both seriously cute. I'd be constantly hard."

"I don't even notice anymore. We've been roommates a while now and I guess I'm just used to seeing them."

"Have you seen them naked, or is this the same as Casey?"

"No," he smiled as he sat on his bed. "I've seen them plenty. They're not really shy, and we share a bathroom, so there's lot of times one of us will be in the shower while another is using the toilet or getting ready."

I looked around his room which didn't really have a theme of anything, but was neat and nicely furnished. I couldn't really tell what he as into as there wasn't one thing that stood out over another. I sat beside him on the edge of the bed. "I'm guessing you each have your own room?"

"Yeah. One of the perks. I have friends who share a room, or one of them has to sleep on the couch. I like having my own space."

"Probably easier to bring people home that way, huh?"

"I'll say. Although that doesn't stop Liam from fucking random chicks on the couch, even when we're around."

"Let me guess. He's all jock with a `look at me' attitude?"

"You've met him then?" he nodded.

"Just the type. Now speaking of type. Are you the type to jump into bed after you just meet someone?"

"I'm the type to jump into bed so I CAN meet them," Eric grinned wildly. "Before you fuck me, we should balance our new friendship."

"Pretty assumptive that I'm going to fuck you. And what do you mean balance our friendship?"

"You've already seen me naked and hard. I think it's only fair that I get to see you next. Were you hard when you saw my dick?"

"Dude, I was hard as soon as your knee touched my leg and I realized you were gay. If Casey hadn't been right there, I'd have taken you on the desk."

"It wasn't really intentional when my leg first touched yours. We were all sitting so close, it just kinda happened."

I smiled at him. "Maybe, but you did it a few more times after that. Each time adding a little more pressure so I'd feel you."

"I was so nervous, since I didn't even know you. It was one of those nervous excited things where you're doing something that you could get caught at any moment, but it's thrilling to try anyway. Like when you have a boner in class and adjust it, secretly hoping everyone is watching, but not wanting anyone to know you're hard."

I laughed. "I know exactly what you mean. Even today. When I grabbed your crotch to feel your boner while Casey was in the bathroom. It was that `we might get caught at any moment' rush."

"I think I was more having a panic attack by that point. You'd called me out, and no one has EVER done that before. I almost puked."

"And now?" I asked as I rubbed my hand over the front of his shirt as I felt his chest.

"And now I can't believe we're still wearing clothes considering we've been in my room this long already," he smiled as he stared into my eyes.

"So? What are you gonna do about it?" I teased.

He took the bait and reached for my shirt and pulled it off over my head. I did the same thing back to him so we were both shirtless. He had a nicely toned body and his perky nipples were flashing a welcome sign that said `open for business'. I popped the top button on his pants, getting his hand instantly on mine to stop me.

"I get to go first," he smiled as he slid off the bed and dropped to his knees in front of me. He buried his face into my crotch. "Oh god. That feels so big," he moaned.

"Keep doing that and it'll get a lot bigger," I warned. He opened the button on my pants, and slowly lowered the zipper to reveal my underwear. He pulled the pants open and dropped his face back in to smell my crotch and put his mouth over the outline of my penis. That's one thing about an experienced gay boy; you don't need to give him instructions. You let nature take its course. Eric grabbed the sides on my pants and I hitched up a little to allow him to pull them all the way off. He tossed them aside and made a point to remove my socks as well, before running his hands up my legs back to my hips. He moaned slightly before he pressed his face hard into my groin again and began licking my underwear. He's like a little washing machine.

Eric looked up and smiled. "I'm loving this bulge. I'm guessing you are pretty big, huh?"

"No need to guess. Just keep going and find out for yourself," I said as I rubbed my fingers through his hair.

He grabbed the band on the front of my shorts and pulled them out so he could peek inside. He smiled, and quickly reached in to free the beast. He ran his hand over the exposed shaft and leaned in to kiss it, as if saying hello. He wasted no time after that to pull my underwear all the way off and return between my legs. He put his head on my thigh and let his fingers play with the full length of my shaft as he watched it. Then he slowly leaned in to lick it and play with my balls.

"I think I'm in love with your cock," he gushed.

"Well before you two start dating, how about you stand up so I can get those pants off and our boys can get acquainted with each other?"

He took a firm hold of my cock and gave it a couple strokes before he stood up. I grabbed his hips and pulled him right up to me. I eased his zipper the rest of the way down and slid his pants down his legs. I didn't say anything as I saw the protruding outline of his penis stretching his shorts. He kicked his pants off and shuddered slightly as my hands explored his legs before moving to grab his ass and then his package. I eased the underwear down and let him kick them away as well, leaving him as naked as I was. I took hold of his shaft and immediately saw a bit of pre-cum leak from the tip of his extended penis. I wiped it and stuck the finger in my mouth.

"Mmmmm, nice and sweet. Someone's horny already," I smiled looking up at him.

"I've been horny since you said you were gonna take me home," he admitted. "I may not actually last very long when we get going. Just so you know. I'm better once the initial excitement of being with someone new is over."

"Don't worry. Just because you cum, doesn't mean it's over. We'll keep going until you've gotten over that `initial' excitement."

"I should warn you that once I cum, I usually stop as I'm not in the mood after that," Eric admitted. "Normally, I end up getting dressed and leaving. Especially if I'm just with some random hook up."

"Good thing this is your house then. You won't be leaving, and hopefully I'm not just some random hookup. I know what you mean though. I'm like that too sometimes. If the guy isn't a good lay, or if I was just using him for a quick fuck, it's a good excuse to leave."

"Exactly," he nodded as he stood there letting my play with him. I saw another bead of pre-cum leak out of his penis, so I wiped it again, only this time raised my finger to let him suck it. He didn't disappoint as he sucked not only the tip of my finger, but the entire thing. He worked his tongue around it, as if letting me know what he was capable of. Oh yeah, we're gonna have one good session.

I stood up and moved his hand to grab both our cocks as I stared at his face. He grinned and licked his lips. "Oh wow! Please promise that you're gonna fuck me with that," he said as he looked down to look at our dicks in his hand.

"I've seen your ass, trust me, I'm not leaving until taken a ride in it."

"Hell yeah," he said as he quickly pushed his face against mine and we began kissing. I grabbed his ass to pull him tight against me which caused him to let go of our junk and grab my ass in return. Our cocks were getting to know each other intimately as they rubbed together, squashed tight against our bodies. We were fused so tight that I could actually feel his heart beating. It might have been my heart beating against his chest and echoing back, I don't know for sure. I'm not a doctor.

I broke our kiss and pulled him onto the bed where we lay down and began rolling around together. We were off and running! This wasn't going to end now until both of us knew each other inside and out, and had given each other exciting parting gifts.

He was the first to go down on me, and to his credit he took almost my entire cock in his mouth, and worked my balls like he was making bread. It was refreshing to have a boy that knew what he was doing. When he licked back up my body to eventually kiss me again, I could taste my cock on him. That mix of saliva and pre-cum. It's an intoxicating mix. Plus he smelled good too. I rolled him on his back and moved down his body, exploring it inch by inch until I got to his hard throbbing appendage. I didn't want to look over eager, so I licked the shaft, played with my tongue around his head, before working down to his balls and savouring them one at a time. I dropped my mouth over his cock and took him all the way, making sure he could feel the strong suction and my tongue working it all. He moaned loudly and began squirming on the bed. I paused and looked up at him.

"Let's not make you cum just yet. I'd hate you to be done with sex before I fuck you."

"Me too," he admitted.

"Turn over," I instructed and moved so he could roll onto his stomach. I pulled his legs apart and sat between them, running my hands all over his thighs, ass and back. "You are so fucking beautiful, and your ass is a work of art, baby. You mind if I take a few pictures of it before I get all buffet on it?"

"Buffet?"

"Yeah, all I can eat!" I said licking my lips as I turned to get my phone out of my pants. I moved to the side so I could snap a few shots off in rapid succession, hoping my I wouldn't fill up the available memory space. I wanted full length body pics as he looked great lying like that. "Let's get those legs open a little farther so I can get some shots of those balls too." I reached down and eased his legs open enough until I had the perfect look. You know what I'm talking about. The one where his entire ass is visible, along with a nice set of tight, smooth, round balls, waiting for you to take them. I reached under him to grab his package and told him to push his ass up slightly, lifting it all off the bed. He was still rock hard, which gave me another good shot once I had him positioned properly. He wasn't resisting the picture taking at all, so I wasn't resisting taking the shots.

"Push your cock down between your legs so I can see it," I suggested. He didn't hesitate to push it down so I could see the entire thing hanging between his legs. I took a few more pictures before putting the phones aside and moved to grab his hips. I dropped my face between his perfect globes and shoved my tongue in as deep as it would go.

"Ahhhh. Mmhhmmm. Aaaahhhh," he moaned as he tried to remain still while I ate his ass with my tongue and worked his cheeks with my hands. I'm sure he must have coated himself in a fruit and syrup mixture, as there was no way he could be this tasty naturally. I was so hard and into a sexual frenzy that I was having a tough time concentrating, while all I really wanted to do was get up inside him and pound him into dust. I pulled his cock between his legs and added that, and his balls, to the amazing tonguing he was getting. He was squirming around so much that I wish I'd had tie down straps.

"I figure another twenty minutes in here and you'll be ready for my thick cock," I said as I paused licking while rubbing his balls and the back of his shaft.

"I'm ready now," he moaned almost incoherently. "Please fuck me!"

I stopped and began to push him back flat on the bed, making sure I gave him proper cock adjustment as he went down. Nothing worst than laying on a hard cock the wrong way. I made sure it was up along his stomach parallel to the bed. That's the most comfortable position for this kind of fuck. I moved on top of him and rubbed my erection up and down his ass crack, placing my full weight on him as I leaned in to nibble on his ear. He was gently moving his ass back and forth in time with my cock, and I've fucked enough guys to know he was eagerly awaiting the main event. I hitched up a bit and placed my cock at his entrance to tease him as I reached over to his night table to grab the lotion he had there. I had no idea if he had real lube somewhere, and at the moment I didn't care. I squirted some into my hand and eased it down between us, slicking up his hole and my cock. I felt him take a big deep breath in anticipation of my next move, which was to press the head of my hardon against his rosebud and enter him. I think he moaned in appreciation as I penetrated his outer ring. As I slid into him, he gripped the bed and stayed still, just breathing rhythmically.

"You okay?" I asked out of consideration, more than out of really caring.

"Perfect," he sighed. "I love a big cock in me. Feels so amazing."

I pushed up a bit to watch myself disappear into my new friend and he seemed to appreciate every inch that took him. I was in pretty quickly and began to fuck him. It was pretty obvious from his squirming and moaning that he truly enjoyed being a bottom. The faster and deeper I went, the louder he moaned. At one point, he reached up to grab my head and pull it down so we could kiss.

"Oh god," he cried out as we kissed. "Fuck me harder!"

I was more than happy to accommodate the request, before I slowed down and pulled out.

"Did you cum?" He asked looking back at me.

"No. Not yet. Turn over so I can see your face while we're fucking."

He eagerly flipped onto his back and threw his legs up so I could get between them. He placed them on my shoulder and reached out to take hold of my penis. "Damn that's a nice cock. You can fuck me anytime you want. Anytime. Anywhere!"

"Anywhere? Really?"

"Really. Take me in the middle of a nun convention at the religious right convention in Dubai. I wouldn't care."

"Oddly specific," I chuckled as I pushed back inside him quickly. He took my cock with little to no effort and the farther I went in, the bigger his smile became. Like the two were mutually exclusive. "What if I stripped you in front of Casey and took you on his bed?"

"God, that'd be hot and fuckin' scary at the same time. But I'd totally be into it," he said as he grabbed my ass and pulled me the rest of the way inside. I leaned down to kiss him and he wrapped his arms and legs around me so that I couldn't have gotten away if I'd wanted to. We fucked like that for a couple minutes before I sat up. I grabbed his ankles and threw his legs wide open so I could watch myself fuck him. He moved his hand to rub my stomach, watching me closely. I was having a lot of trouble not finishing inside him too soon, as I really wanted this to last. I think he was having the same trouble, because anytime I reached for his hard, leaking cock, he moved my hand off it. I think he was right on the edge. We had both found the perfect rhythm for the fuck which made it that much sweeter.

Suddenly his bedroom door opened and his roommates walked in. "Get out!!" Eric screamed as they moved closer. He grabbed a pillow and shoved it beside us to block their view of where we were joined. Although it was impossible to not know what we were doing.

"I told you. You owe me 20 bucks," Brian said to Liam.

"Guess you were right," Liam replied as he fished a 20 out of his pants and handed it to Brian. "Brian bet me that your friend here was gonna fuck you. Just so you know, we're cool if you're gay, but we're still straight."

"Can you guys get out...," Eric begged almost sounding like he wished the bed would open up and swallow him so he could disappear.

"Or you could both stay for a blowjob. I love straight boy cock, and I'd be happy to get to know both of you better," I offered, getting a lot of evil stare from Eric.

"I'm out," Liam remarked. "Next time, don't be gay so I don't lose 20 bucks. Just joking dude, but give me one I can win next time." He turned and left, closing the bedroom door behind him, leaving Brian with us.

"So that leaves you," I said smiling at Brian as I moved the pillow off the side of us to allow the roommate to see us again. I dropped one of Eric's legs to really give Brian a better view. When Eric went to cover his erection, I grabbed his hand to prevent it. "With those skinny jeans you're wearing, it really doesn't leave much to the imagination. From the look of that bulge off to the left, I'd say someone is horny."

Brian looked down and made quick adjustment, although he didn't really have a lot of real estate to move the extended member to with his jeans being that tight. "I am definitely horny, but that's pretty normal."

"Then maybe skinny jeans aren't your best idea," I smirked as I pulled all the way back, leaving just the tip of my cock in Eric, before I slammed back in. "Don't be shy dude. I've smoked lots of straight boy pole and have never had a customer leave unhappy or unsatisfied. If you think your girlfriend does a good job, then you'll be in for a rude awaking after I blow you."

"You're saying you're so good that I'd never like head from a chick again?" he clarified. "That's your sales pitch? That if I do it with you, I'd never want girls again?"

Eric laughed nervously for the first time since the interruption.

"Nice, but no. I'm saying that if you finally get an amazing blowjob for once, you'll be able to tell the girls what you like and how to do it better. If you've never had a Lamborghini, you still think a Camaro is a hot sports car."

"And you're the Lamborghini?" He asked as he adjusted his crotch again. I don't even know why he's playing this game. He knew that I knew that he was going to get blown, so why delay the inevitable?

"Come for a ride and find out," I teased as I leaned down and licked Eric's nipples before sitting back up and slamming him a couple more times, taking hold of the firm erection in front of me and stroking it so that Brian could see it clearly. Eric moaned as I worked him. I have no idea if it was a real moan, or one just to show off to his roommate. Brian gave a small pause as he watched us, then slowly popped the top button on his jeans. I almost cheered. He popped the second and third buttons, and I almost came in Eric with anticipation. He was wearing equally skimpy underwear that would rival diver's speedos. He wiggled the jeans down his legs, and they were so tight that it was taking a lot longer than a normal pair of pants that would just fall on their own. If I hadn't been balls deep in Eric, and if I'd had scissors, I'd already have had that boy bent over the bed, cutting off his underwear while his tight jeans around his calves prevented him from running away.

He finally got them off and I felt exhausted for him. He made another dick adjustment through his briefs, although there really wasn't much left to imagine. The size of his cock was now pretty obvious and you could even see that he was circumcised. Or at least that the skin was fully retracted in this state. Eric had stopped watching me, and was now staring at his roommate. So much for the `I don't even notice anymore' bullshit.

"You might as well lose the shorts, and bring that boner over here so I can taste it," I said bluntly. "Better hurry, because once I cum, I'm leaving."

Brian dropped his underwear, but kept one hand over his crotch. Straight boys. Here's a thought to mull over. You're about to get blown, why are you worried about hiding your cock at this point? Ideally you should be showing it off as they'll want to know the portion size ahead of time. Drop the shorts, fluff up the cock and balls and stand proud, waiting to be serviced.

"This is like waiting for a plane that never takes off. You're almost there, dude. Just step up on the bed and bring that cock over here. I'll start slow to give you a bit more than your normal five seconds."

Eric laughed. "Sic burn."

"Shut up, Eric," Brian said looking at him as walked to the side of the bed. I pushed his hip slightly to move him closer to Eric's head. "I last more than five seconds. When I'm with a chick I can go all night."

"Yeah, but 7 hours and 59 minutes of sleep in an eight-hour sex session isn't something to brag about," Eric teased.

"Like you'd know anything about sex, virgin!" he retaliated, taking us both by surprise.

"Dude, I literally have a cock up my ass right now. I don't think I'd be considered a virgin. Plus he's been fucking me for 20 minutes and neither of us have cum yet. I'd say I know how to have sex."

I figured I better get to work on the straight boy before this turned into a pissing competition and I was down wind. Then they'd both not want sex. "Eric, he's your roommate, how about you do the honours first? I'm sure he's waved it around in front of you so much that he's earned a taste of it by now. Open your mouth," I said as I grabbed Brian's erection and pushed it down towards Eric, who opened his mouth. I helped connect the two together, which shut both of them up pretty fast. I had both of Eric's legs back on my shoulders and was gently fucking him I watched the guys in front of me. I noticed Brian was not only watching Eric blow him, but casually glancing over to see me fucking his roommate as well.

"Eric. Grab hold of Brian's ass to hold him steady, and really deep throat that cock."

I let that go on for another minute, before I leaned down and joined Eric, first by licking Brian's shaft, then taking the cock from Eric completely so I could taste it. Then we shared it from either side, before I told Eric to stop.

Brian moaned as Eric pulled the head of the cock out of his mouth. "I was almost there," he complained.

"I could tell. Not quite ready for you to cum yet. I think you should have some control. Kneel on the bed and straddle Eric's head so you can really face fuck him. Don't worry, he can handle it.

Brian didn't hesitate as he got on the bed, placing his legs on either side of Eric's chest. He inched forward until he was in a position for Eric to open his mouth and willingly accept the straight boy cock. As Brian leaned forward and held onto the headboard, I now had a perfect view of his ass. And what an ass it was. It was medium size with two smooth round bubble globes on each side of the crack. I reached out to touch it and it was as firm as it looked. I ran my hands all over him and then down inside his crack before feeling through to his balls. He never tried to stop me as he rested on the headboard allowing both of us to resume use him. This is the point in taking a straight boy where their brain has shut off, and they understand it's more beneficial to enjoy what's happening, over the phobia of having sex with another guy. It's a blissful moment. Sandwiched between I don't think we should' and god don't tell anyone what we did'. That last one usually happened post cum, when instant regret sets in, until the next time they bone up with no girl to take care of it.

I moved forward, bending Eric in half as I went down to lick Brian's ass. When he didn't try to stop me, I wrapped my arms around Eric's legs so I could get to Brian's cheeks and pull them open. I plunged my tongue into him and got an instant moan out of him. I slicked up his hole thoroughly before running my finger around his hole and gently pressing. This seemed to be the limit of what Brian was ready to accept as he quickly reached back to remove my hand from his ass. I didn't resist, and simply dropped my face back down and retuned to tongue probing him. Eric was lying there sucking his roommates dick, and considering it was their first time, you'd have thought there would have been more excitement from them. Brian was resting against the headboard to support himself, while he was getting head and being rimmed. Meanwhile, I'm balancing fucking Eric, by bending him in half so I could lick deep into straight boy ass. Who writes these scripts? One time I wanna be the one to just lie there and be used by horny guys. Okay, I did that yesterday...I think, but no one wrote a script for me. I was just too exhausted to participate.

"Have you been fucked before, Brian?" I asked, as it seemed like now was the ideal time for a conversation.

"No."

"Never had a cock in there before?"

"No. Not really," he said.

"Not really? That's not usually a `not really' type question. It's more of a yes or no type."

"I've not been fucked, but I've played with my ass before. I wanted to find the prostate that you keep reading about. I tried a finger first, but that didn't really do anything. Then I tried other stuff."

"Like candles, carrots, cucumbers?"

"Yeah. Not cucumbers. Those looked way to big to fit in my ass. It felt good, but not like you read about. I don't think my prostate is as sensitive as other guys."

"It probably is, but it's like jerking off. It feels good, maybe even amazing...until you have someone else jerk you off. Then you realize how much better it is. Like a blowjob. If you suck your own dick, it's never as good as when someone else does it."

"I wouldn't know. I can't suck my own dick. If I could, I wouldn't leave my bedroom," he replied turning to give me a bit of a smirk.

"Said every straight guy ever. Do you guys not realize how gay that sounds? Not that I'm objecting. I'd make popcorn and watch hours of straight boys sucking themselves off. Seems strange that you'd be fine bending yourself into a pretzel to suck yourself, but as soon as you're offered a 69 to help out a friend, you go all homophobic."

"I'm not homophobic," he said quickly.

"I think that's pretty obvious," I said with a grin. "I was speaking more in general terms. Why did you start playing with your ass?"

"I was curious. Figure you never learn something if you don't explore it. I guess I thought it would be more fun than it was."

"Have you ever thought of trying anal sex for real?" I asked as I leaned back in to probe his hole with my talented tongue. It was making me hornier, which was giving Eric the benefit of my throbbing cock inside him as I fucked harder.

"I've thought about it, sure, but never acted on it. Usually it's when I've been horny fingering my ass," he admitted.

"Well, here's your chance to find out. You're naked with two gay guys. Just sit back and I'll guide Eric into you. It'll let you know whether you have sensitive prostate or not," I offered. I could almost hear Eric silently screaming at me. I have a tendency to ignore silent screams, or muffled ones through balls gags, or a chloroform rag. Basically, if I want it, I go for it.

"Maybe one day, but not right now. I'm pretty close as it is," he replied quickly. I reached between his legs to fondle his balls as I put some extra effort into rimming him.

"Oh god," he cried out just before he took a large inhale of air and began to jerk spasmodically. Eric's eyes indicated that he was receiving the reward for his action, and I think Brian must have had a big load as Eric coughed and pulled the cock out of his mouth as the last spurt of it landed on his face. "Jesus that was intense," he exclaimed as he almost flew off the bed and grabbed his underwear to pull them on, followed by his pants.

"Thanks. Eric, just so you know, I'm cool with you being gay, and you're a pretty decent cocksucker."

"Only one of my talents. How long have you known I was gay?" Eric asked as he lay there with jizz partially over his face.

"Since the first day we moved in together. You brought that blond kid over to hang out in your room. When he wandered out naked to go take a shower, it wasn't hard to figure out what you were doing. Plus, dude. Your room smells like cum 24/7. Worse than Liam's. Only difference is you don't have crusty socks everywhere. Don't worry, if you're keeping it a secret, we won't say anything."

"Did Liam know I was gay?"

"No. I mean he does now. Justin's dick in your ass kinda gave it away. Liam's not the type to figure shit out on his own. He kinda has to be shown visuals."

"So why did you show him now?" Eric asked sounding confused.

"I needed 20 bucks and I'm guessing you were tired of hiding it, considering how many guys you've been bringing home lately. I knew none of them were study partners."

"Some were. Most weren't though," he acknowledged.

"Yeah. Thanks guys. That was...let's say educational. I might be open to learning more at some point, professor," he said as he turned and left.

"Holy shit. So THAT just happened," he said as he wiped the cum off his face with his fingers and put them in his mouth. I watched as he completely cleaned himself like a cat. The licking of his fingers all over when he finished was the defining moment.

"Are you ready to finish the fuck we started before we were interrupted?" I inquired.

"My ass is a little sore," he complained.

"Don't remember asking," I said looking at him as I lifted his legs back onto my shoulders and lubed up my cock. "I asked if you wanted to finish the fuck."

"Hell yeah," he nodded smiling. I plunged deep into him and began to fuck, slamming my hips back and forth with as much force as I could get. I wanted him to remember this fuck, although something tells me all he'll remember about this day is his roommate. I moved positions so I was more on top of him and dropped my face so we could kiss as I slammed his hole, using my full weight to get as deep as possible, and beyond. He grabbed his cock and began to jerk off as our breathing became heavier and more intense. He grabbed the back of my head, and slammed his down as deep into me as it would go, basically trying to suck my own tongue out of my head. He thrust up and gave a muffled cry as his whole body tensed up and he shot his load all over us.

I was already there, so I looked at him and grinned. "As the saying goes, ready or not, here I cum."

I slammed him hard and let my orgasm flood his hole, pouring gallons of my baby juice into his velvet hole. I think we both forgot to breathe in that moment of untold euphoria as our climaxes washed over our bodies. Well, his climax washed all over him. Mine washed his insides. It feels like it goes for hours, but in fact it was only seconds before we had to ease back so we could both take deep breaths and deflate into each other. For clarification, it was our bodies that deflated, not my penis. That never deflates.

I pulled out and lay beside him. Once again, he fingered up to cum and clean it off. Then he rolled over and licked the remnants off me. "Surprised you don't have your fingers up your ass to taste the that cum too," I joked.

"I'll save that for later," he said as he lay on his side to look at me. I had no idea if he was joking or not.

"This was a day you'll remember," I said staring back at him.

"I'll say. Sure wasn't expecting this when I woke up this morning."

"And I have a feeling things will only get better now that you can just enjoy being yourself."

"Dude. I can't believe that Brian let me suck him off. I did not see that coming at all."

"Really? He came all over you. You must have seen part of it," I joked.

"Funny. I mean I had no idea he knew I was gay, and I sure as hell never figured he'd be into doing anything with me...ever!"

"People will surprise you. That's why you should always ask for something you want, rather than assume. If you'd told Casey you were gay five years ago, who knows what he'd be letting you do by now."

"Casey? I think the most he would have done is not been shy changing in front of me," he said directly.

"I dunno. I think he might have discussed the cam shows he's doing. Maybe gotten your advice instead of mine. I mean he only asks me because I'm gay and he figures I know what his viewers would want to see. What would you have told him?"

"Probably that they want to see him naked and hard, and watch him cum. Just like he's doing."

"If you were watching a guy like Casey, that's all you'd want to see?"

"God, no. I'd want to see him get a good hard dicking so deep it made him almost puke," he said giving a bit of an evil grimace.

"Someone has straight boy issues," I laughed.

"I just like seeing their faces when they realize they like it. I mean did you see Brian? He came so hard, he almost passed out. He's gonna be back for more isn't he?"

"I think that'd be a safe bet," I nodded. "But now that Casey knows you're gay, that makes us competitors, right?"

"Huh? Why?"

"Well, before I knew about you, I had a clear path to taking that boy's guy on guy virginity. Now I have to speed up my timeline so I get it before you."

"You were planning on having sex with Casey?"

"Not planning so much as I AM going to have sex with Casey. I'm going to fuck that boy until he screams my name and tells me he loves me."

Eric laughed. "Holy shit. But seriously, you know that'll never happen, right? I've known him forever, and today was the first time I've seen him without his clothes."

"And that's because I had you both do it. Don't forget, I saw Casey naked the first day I met him, and I watched him jerk off for his cam show."

"That's still a long way from having sex with him," he reasoned.

"I've already planted the seed, so he's already thinking about how far he'd be willing go to make money on his show. Jump in and offer to help him out."

"I could try, but I'm pretty confident that he'll say no. At least I got to meet you. Maybe we can become friends."

"I really enjoyed meet you too, and your roommates. Now that you have my cum in your ass, it's safe to say we're already friends."

"Cool."

"What you should do is bring Brian over to Casey's and we'll have a four-way."

"As much as I like a good fantasy, THAT is one that will never happen."

"Oh, how much you have to learn. Challenge accepted. But first, you and I will fuck in front of Casey to get him horny."

"Or puking. Straight boys aren't really into watching other guys go at it. They don't even like to see us kissing, but they love seeing girls do it."

"Before I go, tell me. Is Liam's cock as big as the rest of him, or is he steroid dick?"

Eric held up his pinky and waved it.

"Thought so," I laughed as jumped off the bed and got dressed.

"You want a shower?"

"No, I'm good. If I jump in the shower with you, I'm never gonna get home, but I look forward to the next time I see you."

"Me too," he said as he watched me get dressed. He walked me to the door and kissed me goodbye. As I drove home, I made sure to put a note in his contact info that he was definitely worth more than one fuck. I'll be riding that ass again, and soon.

I heard from Casey a few hours later when he told me he'd done his show but only made 50 bucks. "I think it's time look at doing something different for the shows, like maybe do one from your place, if that's still an option."

"Of course, but I also think we should do some stuff to raise your profile online, and work out things for them to buy and subscribe to."

"Sounds good to me. Like what?"

"We can figure that out later. Why don't you come over tomorrow and we'll work on it?"

"Cool. So? How'd it go with Eric? Did you two hook up?"

"That's something you should ask Eric. It wouldn't be right if I told you how it felt as he deep throated my python down to the balls, or how tight his incredibly sweet ass was after I'd tasted his delicious..."

"Okay. Sorry I asked. Jesus, you could have just said yes." I could almost hear him dry heaving and rolling his eyes. We arranged a time to meet on Sunday.

I spent the rest of the week hanging out with the family and doing normal family things. At least normal for our unique family. Colin and & I took Blake and J.J. to the Museum of Anthropology at the University. I think they mostly enjoyed themselves although some of the stuff was really boring. I guess you have to expose kids to some cultural things as you never know what they'll grow up to become an expert in. I loved the fact that J.J. and Blake stopped frequently to take selfies together in front of different exhibits. It was nice to see them bonding, which was the whole point of the day out with them. We stopped and had dinner at the Spaghetti Factory in Gastown, as both boys agreed on it, so why fight it? After that it was off to a movie, where the large popcorn was almost bigger than J.J. and there was enough pop to have a bath in. I know we have a media room at home, but somehow, it's just not the same.

By the time we got the boys home, they were both exhausted, and I smiled when Blake suggested they should both sleep in J.J.'s room tonight. Blake explained to me in private that he thought it would help J.J. get used to his new room. Pretty smart thinking. Surprised I didn't think of it first.

Sunday, I drove over to get Casey so we could work on increasing his online presence for his shows. I was surprised to see Eric with him.

"You don't mind if Eric joins us, do you? He and I have been talking a lot about the stuff we learned about each other, and he's got some cool ideas for my show too. I guess you were right about gay guys knowing what guys like, huh?"

"I don't mind him joining at all. Should be a fun day," I grinned. "How's it going with the roommates, Eric?"

"Were you having trouble with them?" Casey asked, looking surprised.

"No. They're fine. Brian has been coming in to talk to me more than normal. That's about the only change. Just wish he wouldn't decide he wanted to talk at 2am every time," he said grinning at me. I just nodded back.

"Hey, sometimes you get an idea in your head and you just need to work it through. No matter how late it is, or how hard it might be," I replied. Eric looked away and went quiet. Too much?

"Casey and I were talking about your suggestions on how to get him more tips. I said he needed to make his site more appealing. Even his onscreen name is boring. Thomas. Yuck! It needs to be more flirty."

"I'd agree with that. Mine is Max Bonehard," I revealed.

"Nice! See. Like that Case," he encouraged. "Maybe Limpy McBreeder."

"Shut up," Casey laughed. "What's yours then? Slutty Gaping Hole?"

"Wow, racist much? That's my indigenous name. My white name is Roland Moan."

I laughed. "Funny. I agree, but since you've already built followers using Thomas, we should keep that and just add something to it. Thomas...ummm...

"Thomas the virgin," Eric laughed.

"I'm not a virgin," Casey replied, defending himself.

"Thomas the slut, then?" Eric teased.

"I'm fine with just Thomas."

Eric snapped his fingers. "Thomas McWantsome." Casey punched him on the arm.

"We'll work on it. You guys hungry? Should we stop for food on the way home? My treat...as long as one of you puts out later."

"He's looking at you," Case said to Eric quickly.

Eric just laughed. "Like I'd need a food bribe. This one's all you buddy."

We drove through the McDonald's and grabbed a bunch of stuff to get us through, and I made my way to the house.

"This is your place, huh?" Eric said glancing around as we walked in the front door. "Nice. Just like my place."

"In your dreams," Casey laughed.

"That's the one I was talking about. The one in my dreams. I guess you're loaded, huh?"

"Colin is loaded. I'm just married to him."

"You're married? Ummm...Shit. Sorry. I had no idea when we..."

"It's all good. We have a very open relationship, and we both enjoy meeting new guys. I'm hornier than Colin, but that doesn't stop him from bringing home his own hot boys. If Colin WERE as horny as me, I'd never get laid. One look at him and I'd be hung on the ugly tree to be beat with a stick."

"Graphic," Casey laughed. "I may not be the best judge of guys, but I can't see you being mistaken for ugly."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"You're definitely not ugly. I mean you're pretty hot as far as I'm concerned," Eric agreed. "Ummm...does that mean Colin has a bigger dick than you?"

"Size queen much?" I laughed. "No. Actually that's one area where I beat him. I suppose that's what keeps me in the game during orgies."

"I was hoping we could spend some time around the cars planning my show. Would that be okay?" Casey asked getting us back on track.

"Sounds good to me. Let's go to the garage," I suggested. Eric spun around to head back to the main door.

"Where you going?" Casey asked, frowning slightly as he looked at his friend.

"Uhhh...I thought you said we were going to the garage?"

"We are," he said playfully as he headed off towards the stairs.

"Oh, you have a door that goes right into it? Guess I should have figured that out," he nodded, then looked even more surprised as we headed downstairs. He paused to look at the pool and voiced his approval, before he went one flight lower to the real garage.

"Holy fuck! You're kidding me!" He exclaimed as we stood at the big sliding doors to view the cars. "Okay, this is officially the sickest shit I've ever seen in my whole life. You own all these?"

"Yep. It's Colin main passion. He is constantly looking for new and unique cars."

"Fuck. This room is giving me a boner."

"Well keep it away from me," Casey said stepping to the side with a grin.

"Yeah, you probably have one too," Eric said looking down at is friend's crotch.

"If you two don't stop talking about boners, I'm going to get one next, and unlike you two, I know how to use it," I warned. We stopped talking about boners, and checked out the cars.

As Casey was looking at one car, Eric leaned in to whisper in my ear. "Boner. Boner. Boner. Boner."

I looked at him with a bit of a smile.

"What? You said if we keep talking about them, you'd get one," Eric chuckled as he reached for my crotch. "Did it work?"

"Don't worry. Before you leave, you'll get a chance to see."

"And feel?" He asked grinning wildly.

"And feel. Maybe right in front of Casey." That stopped his excitement. I don't think he was quite that comfortable with his new relationship dynamic between them yet. I moved over to where Casey was. "I think the first thing we should do before your next show is to get some content that people would want to buy while they watch you. Things to get them turned on and create a fan base."

"Like my underwear or something?"

"No. That would be more an auction item, since that can only be sold once. I was thinking more personal," I commented as I took them outside to the basketball court. "Like let's do a big photo shoot. Give them sets of 25 pictures in various stages of undress for increasing amounts of tokens. The first set of you doing normal things like basketball for example..."

"Sure. I could do some sport shots," he said grabbing the ball and tossing it into the net.

"Exactly. But we mix it up a bit. The first set could sell for 20 tokens to get people interested in you, but it'd be all fully clothed. Then we move to a shirtless set, maybe for 35. Do some weight lifting to show off muscles and then some running ones. We'll come up with some poses. I'll mist you with water to make you look sweaty."

"Would guys like seeing someone sweaty?"

"They will."

"Then we move to just underwear and a full set like that. We'll switch the underwear up, and I'll even put you in some of my designer jock type that frame your ass. Eric, you can help set up some of the poses and shots too."

"I can do that. Do you have lighting we can use?" He asked.

"Yeah, we have several LED lights on stands that we can position for the right look," I replied. "Once we have all that, we'll move to the final two sets, which you'd sell for the most tokens."

"Let me guess. I'll be naked?"

"Hey, you're getting the hang of this," I said nodding my head and patting him on the back. "The first set like that will just be you doing regular things like the basketball and swimming, only naked. The last set will be more erotic, and will have you with an erection. Showering. Jerking off. Playing with your ass, and finally a cum shot with it all over you. That set will be the most expensive. Once you're not as scared to have someone in your show with you, we could add more pictures with two of you in the shot.

"That seems like a lot of pictures," he reasoned.

"It is. The idea is to take tons, then make the sets. You also group them into activities."

"Huh?"

"Like when we take the basketball ones. You play a few shots fully clothed, then shirtless, in underwear and finally naked and with an erection. They all go into the first few sets for sale, but we also make a `basketball set. Same pictures, but grouped differently to provide more options. Do a swimming one as well. Some in underwear, others in a small speedo, and of course the naked and wet ones where you're coming up out of the water. Trust me, some will buy both."

"Nice. Should we do some of those pictures now so I can upload some to see that the reaction is?"

"Would love to. We'll also make sure that the sets are on your only fans site too. More value for their subscription. We'll need to do a few videos as well."

"Let's run the video while we do the pictures. You can edit them any way you want after that," Eric suggested. "I could run that camera."

"Good. We have a plan."

"Ummm, I have a question. Will I get these pictures to take with me, or are you keeping them?"

I smiled. "You'll take them home and sort out the ones you like and don't like and create your own sets. After all it is your show and a way for you to make money. You should do the work. Hopefully you'll let me keep a copy of it all," I grinned.

"Sure. Just fork over the tokens," he laughed as he held his hand out.

"Oh yeah?" I chuckled. "You haven't heard my price for being your photographer."

"Which is?"

"I'm reasonably priced. I figure for the pictures, a blowjob."

"You want me to blow you?" He asked looking like that was a major surprise.

"Ideally, that would be incredible, but for this I was thinking more along the lines of me giving you a toe curling blowjob."

"I should get paid for being your helper," Eric added with a smile.

"And what would you like as payment?" I said putting my arm around his waist.

"I'm not greedy. I'll accept donations of whatever you think my services are worth."

I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"Hell yeah! That works."

"What did you say?" Casey asked.

"I told him we'd fuck."

"Oh," Casey replied, probably realizing he shouldn't have asked.

"So do I get my payment for being your photographer?" I asked turning back to Casey.

"I think I can handle that. I've been getting myself ready for it ever since you suggested it. It might not end up being today though if we do all those pictures. Usually when I cum, I'm kinda done with sex things."

"Understandable. I have no problem waiting until you're good and horny."

We grabbed the cameras and the lighting and set up for the first few shots of Casey, which started out with casual shots of him just doing things around the house fully clothed. I had him do dozens of poses while Eric helped get him positioned properly. There were the usual hands behind the head while you stare into the camera. The standing sideways and twisting your body forward. The pouty look and smiles and anything else I could think of. From there we moved to the shitless pictures, which were just a lot more poses of the same thing, followed by underwear shots. Both Eric and I were more than happy with these pictures, as we had Casey in and out of various styles and colours of shorts, including the assless ones. We made him change in front of us, obviously. He was nervous at first, but soon relaxed and enjoyed himself. The sports shots had him in shorts and a t-shirt first, followed by slowly getting him undressed until he was fully naked and doing layups, which sound sexy, but they're not. It's just him jumping up to put a basketball in the net. We moved to the pool and did a full set there before taking a break. I had Eric strip and get in the pool with Casey to assist him in getting the right poses for me. I probably didn't need him to do that, but how is it a bad thing having them both naked together?

Both guys dried off and jumped back into clothes as we stopped for snacks and drinks.

"Hey! You guys gonna do sex pictures next?" Blake said scaring the crap out of us as he appeared out of nowhere, with Darcy beside him. "Wanna take some of me and Darcy?"

"Where'd you come from?" I asked, looking around to see if we had an interdimensional rift somewhere nearby.

"Well, you see when a mommy and daddy love each other very much, they..."

"Shut up," I said as he giggled.

"We've been watching you from the balcony when you were outside, and on the video when you came indoors. You're a pretty good model," Blake told Casey.

"Thanks. No girlfriend today?" He replied, obviously trying to ignore the fact the he'd been watched by the younger guys.

"Not today. Darcy and me do karate practice. That would make good pictures. You in a gi, sparring with us," he suggested.

"It would, but since Casey isn't into karate, we don't want to present a topic he knows nothing about."

"That would make it tough to explain to viewers if they asked me things about it, for sure," Casey agreed.

"What viewers?" Darcy asked. "Are you a You Tuber?"

"No. I just talk to a lot of people online sometimes and these pictures just help my image."

"Do you sell them?" Blake inquired.

"Hopefully that's the idea."

"How much are you charging? Can I buy some?"

"Blake. How about you just focus on your own friends for now?"

"Good idea. Come on Darcy, let's grab my camera and take some pictures of you and me, especially the naked type with boners," he said as they took off quickly.

"Are they gay?" Eric asked, watching them run off. "Who are those kids?"

"Sorry, I should have introduced you. He just never gave me a chance. The talkative one was Blake. He's my son. The other is his friend Darcy."

"Your son?" I'm confused. Am I living in some alternate reality? How are you married with a teenage son? You look our age."

"I am your age. Well a couple years older, but basically the same. Blake is adopted. He's 14 and Darcy is 16."

"Yeah. Alternate reality. I would have guessed Blake was 16 and the other guys was 14."

"That's a usual reaction. Darcy is gay, whereas Blake is fluid. In fact, if Blake gets any more fluid he'll become gas," I joked.

"I met Blake the last time I was over here," Casey explained. "He was with his girlfriend, and trust me that little dude is a player. He had her in the pool eating her pussy when we walked by the first time, and the second time he was giving her a good hard plowing. Didn't phase him at all that we were walking by."

"Wow. I'm pretty open, but I'd freak out if someone barged in on me having sex," Eric said, causing me to raise my eyebrows and stare at him with a smirk. "Well, at least until I realize they may want to join in. I'd still freak for a second."

"Alright boys. Break is over. Let's head up to the bedroom."

"For sex?" Eric said standing upright, looking eager.

"To finish the next two sets and get this done," I replied as we grabbed the lights and cameras.

"It could still be sex," Eric mumbled just loud enough for us to hear.

I had Casey get naked, as we had enough shots of him with clothes on for now. I started him out on the balcony, which had a great backdrop of the trees in the yard and the ocean beyond that. He did several poses there which gave us nice frontal shots, and even better ones of his ass as he leaned against the rails staring off to the horizon. I could never actually be a professional photographer. Do you have ANY idea how difficult it is resisting the temptation to fuck the guy as he's bent over like that? Especially since I haven't had him at all yet.

"Eric, take your clothes off and go stand beside him. Let's get some nice shots of best friends together."

I took some great pictures of the two of them, and although at times Casey looked very nervous, it didn't show on camera at all. I think the shot he tensed up the most for was when I had Eric kneel down beside him. His dick was only inches from Eric's face and how he resisted the temptation to lean in and pop it into his mouth, I'll never know. That takes incredible willpower. I mean he didn't even have a boner at this point. That's skill right there. I'm sure Casey must have been thinking that something was going to happen as he couldn't get out of that pose fast enough. If he wants to be even better friends with Eric, he should have just turned to face him. What do I know, I'm only the photographer?

We moved from the balcony to the shower, which being as open as it was, made some of the shots feel like we were still outside. I told Eric to stay naked as we set up the showers shots we wanted. I even had the boys wash each other, which did allow for a little more personal contact. The look on Casey's face when Eric shoved the bar of soap down along his crack was definitely photo worthy and might just be the best one of the whole lot. Figured we could build on that, so I had the boy's wash each other's junk. Eric got hard first, which was to be expected, but Casey reacted as well, despite it being a guy that was stroking him. I took plenty of those shots, but I didn't push it with them. Once they were fully hard, I had Eric step out and let Casey finish his shower, encouraging him to play with himself as he rinsed off. I mean if he's going to sell nudes of himself, the ones where he's hard and jerking off would be worth more than any of the others. Unless we get the cum shot. As they say in the adult film business...that's the money shot.

We finished the shoot on the bed where I had Casey do some of the classic porn shots, showing off how sexy he could be. It was a bit stiff...not the penis...his movements as he wasn't really sure how to pose, but we gave him a lot of help. I suggested the cum shots to him, but he wasn't prepared to go that far yet. He said if these all sold well, he'd consider it.

While I was taking the shots of him on the bed, Eric leaned in and whispered in my ear. "You're gonna need to fuck me when we're finished here."

"Why wait. I'll let Casey take selfies, and I'll take you over there on the couch," I whispered back.

"I'm sure he'll like that," Eric said facetiously.

"Let's take a break. I think we have enough pictures for you to build quite a few sets for sale. Hopefully this should make you some money. If they do well, then the next thing I suggest is we make a short jerk off video for them to buy. That's where you can have a good cum shot and really give them their money's worth."

"So I'd be like a porn star?" Casey said as he swung his legs off the bed and stood up. I was actually surprised that he didn't rush to jump back in his clothes.

"A solo artist," I smiled. "Anyway, I'm sure lots of guys record your shows and jerk off to it afterward, so why not get paid for it yourself instead of letting them have it for free?"

"I always forget that they could record me. God, what if someone uploads it to the internet?"

"That's why you have the watermark on your show. You just contact the website hosting it, and tell them to remove it. You own the rights to your performance." I'm not sure it's that easy but it's either saying it like that or risky having him being neurotic and possibly stop doing his shows. That would not benefit anyone.

"Let's go swimming," Eric suggested.

"We already did," Casey replied quickly as we stood there talking.

"That was just for your pictures. Let's just go hang out for fun."

"Unwinding after that is a good idea. We could hit the foam room afterward," I suggested. "Have either of you been to a foam party before?"

"Not me," Casey replied.

"Me neither," Eric agreed.

"This is kinda like that, and I think you'll enjoy it. It's something different, that's for sure."

We made our way to the pool with both Casey and Eric wrapped in towels for the walk there. I guess posing for pictures is different than strolling through someone else's house without clothes. But to their credit, they both dropped the towels and skinny dipped. Casey and Eric's friendship has come a long way since I first met them. I think I can take credit for some of that. I don't get any sort of trophy or award until I get them to sleep together though. The Academy of Sex and Coercion does have very specific rules in order to be nominated.

I'd set the foam room for half bubbles, meaning that it would fill the entire room to the ceiling. That can be a bit intimidating. Plus I wanted to see faces and chests as they experienced it for the first time. "I think the foam room should be ready," I told the guys. "Shall we head in there?"

"I'm ready to check it out," Eric said first, with Casey agreeing.

"Just don't get all straight boy on us in there. Relax and have fun," I warned Casey.

"Whatever that's supposed to mean," he said shaking his head as he got out of the pool and held his hand over his junk. THAT's what I mean.

Eric and I followed him out and I led them to the foam room. As soon as I opened the door and they saw the bubbles, they turned into little kids. As they waded through the foam up to their chests, they batted them aside, and began throwing them at each other, which typically leads to piling bubbles on each other and then creating hats, beards and anything else your imagine allows. These two were no different. We went from 20 to 12 in seconds.

"Check this out Eric," I said as I went up and hugged him against me and slid our chests back and forth.

"That's insane. Try it Casey," he said as he went up to his friend and rubbed his chest against him.

"Damn. These bubbles are slippery huh?" Casey replied. He had a bit of be a straight boy' and a bit of be a kid', mixed in together. The straight boy was hesitant to rub against his best friend, while the kid side obviously wanted to do more of it. "This would make a pretty cool show in here."

"Especially if you have someone else join you," I suggested. "So many things you could have on a tip menu using the bubbles."

"Like what?" Eric asked as he piled a handful of bubbles on Casey's head and created a pointy hat on him. Casey checked himself out in the mirror before giving Eric a beard.

"Like you could create things on each other like you've just done. Then when it turns a little more sexual, you create designs around your junk. Sometimes hiding it, sometimes exposing it, while hiding everything else."

"Oh my god! That would be hilarious," Casey said excitedly. "We have only our dicks showing while every other part of us is hidden. That'll look insane."

"Make it even hotter and get the guys crazy horny for you as you bone up while that's all that is showing. They'll wonder what the hell is going on behind the bubble wall."

"Nice," Casey laughed as I had some music start and moved behind Eric. I pulled him against me so we could dance to the tunes. If course I made sure my dick was sliding back and forth across his ass cheeks, while I rubbed his chest and played with his nipples. Casey was keeping his distance, but still enjoying playing with the bubbles as he checked out how it looked in the mirror.

I reached around to take hold of Eric's cock, which as I'd expected was rock hard. I gently masturbated him as we danced. He moaned slightly.

"See, I told you this room was fun. You could spend hours in here."

"I'll say," Eric replied as he reached back to take hold of my dick as well. He stroked it a few times before running it up and down his ass crack. He stopped when he felt it touch his hole, and I could feel him trying to get it in.

I leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Not yet." I pulled back and spun him to face me so we could slide around against each other some more. While Casey was being mister narcissist in the mirror, I gave Eric a small kiss before I pointed down and grinned. He looked like he might be about to disagree, so I put my hand on his shoulders and pushed him down until he disappeared into the bubbles. He got the idea pretty quick as he slipped my dick into his mouth. He got to work like a good little fag. He grabbed my balls and my ass, and was working himself down the full length of my shaft, trying to get the perfect rhythm to be able to deep throat me.

"Where'd Eric go?" Casey asked once he'd turned around. I pointed down into the bubbles.

"What's he doing down there?"

"Tying his shoes," I replied sarcastically. "I know straight boys are not known for their sexual knowledge, but even you should be able to figure out what a naked gay guy is doing on his knees in front of another naked gay guy."

"Oh. You mean he's...?"

I smiled when Eric's hand rose up out of the foam like the sword Excalibur and then gave us the thumbs up, before slowly disappearing again.

"I'll say. He's got me down to the balls and licking the shaft like he's trying to strip paint."

"TMI, dude. Is he good at it?" Casey inquired as he moved closer to me. We apparently had his attention.

"Well, there's only one way to find out."

"I've had chicks give me head before, so that's pretty awesome."

"Not always. Not if they don't know how to cover the teeth. Some of them are real pecker wreckers."

"Isn't that the truth. Last chick I had did more shredding than if I'd had a great white blowing me. I'm sure that bitch had canine teeth, but once I gave her some pointers, it was still good getting head."

"That's where you slap `em on the head and tell them to do better." I playfully slapped Eric on the head. "Do better."

I felt Eric gently bite down on my cock and yelped.

"What happened?" Casey asked, sounding concerned.

"Nothing, but he's about to get bitch slapped if he bites down on it again," I warned, then gasped. "Whoooo yeah!"

"What? What's happening? Casey inquired. Funny how that works isn't it? He doesn't want to know his friend is blowing me, but he also doesn't want to miss out on how it's going. Like staring at traffic accident. You don't really want to see it, but you can't stop scanning it to see if you can get the whole picture.

"He just shoved a couple fingers up my ass," I gasped again as I rose up on my toes and reached out to hold Casey's waist to steady myself. I reached back to pull Eric's finger out of my ass so I could relax a bit. "Don't make me cum, Eric. I wanna save that for when I fuck you."

We both laughed when the hand rose up out of the bubble again with the thumbs up. I had kept my hand around Casey's waist and subtly pulled him closer. I turned my head to look at him and in a low voice, whispered to him. "Maybe it's time to try something new while you have the opportunity."

He looked at me and then looked down, and then back at me again. I nodded. He shook his head.

"You've got the perfect person to help you make your show amazing. Time to see if you're able to deal with it."

I pulled my cock out of Eric's mouth and put my hand on his head and pushed him to the side, over towards Casey. Eric wasn't stupid, so he knew exactly what I was doing. I felt Casey's whole body tense up, no doubt the first indication that Eric had touched him. "Just let yourself enjoy it. For now, imagine it's a hot chick, or a mermaid, hidden beneath the foam. You can't even tell who's down there. For all you know, I snuck in one of the hot blonde cheerleaders from your old high school. Right now, she's fondling your balls and stroking your cock as she gets ready to engulf it right down to the back of her throat," I said seductively as I continued to hold Casey in place. "That's your cue to fondle his balls and stroke his cock, in case that wasn't clear, mystery person in the bubbles," I encouraged in a louder voice.

"It's pretty obvious it's Eric...ooohhh..." he gasped suddenly "...down there," he finished.

"You think it is, but you don't know for sure. Who was the hottest cheerleader on the squad?"

"Kaisley, by far! She was every guy's wet dream. But she's a super bad lay," he said smirking at me. "Fucked her once and it was so bad, my dick actually recoiled in fear. "She's smoking hot on the outside only. If I was thinking about anyone it would be Maya. She was a wicked lay and pretty hot too. Not Kaisley hot, but when you put the whole package together, she's way better."

"Sweet. How many girls have you been with?"

"A few," he said almost proud of himself. "Only dated like four. The others were more like one nighters."

"Nothing wrong with that. Sometimes it's just about getting laid, and not dealing with the whole relationship thing."

"Exactly," he nodded.

"Did all of them blow you when you hooked up?"

"Not all. Most just wanted make out, and maybe get fucked. That was another thing Maya was better at than Kaisley. Maya could give a decent blowjob. Kaisley not so much. She was definitely a penis shredder."

"Yeah, you gotta train them. It's pretty tough for girls to know what a blowjob feels like, so you gotta talk them through it. Guys know how it feels so it's pretty easy for us. The best cocksuckers are those that can deep throat you right down to the balls and still need more. They swallow your cock whole and tug on the balls to get you worked into a nice horny frenzy."

Casey inhaled deeply.

"Let me guess, he's deep throating it and pulling on your balls?" Casey just nodded, and I moved so that I was standing behind him. "Nice. So are you thinking of Maya down there giving it to you?"

"I'm trying, but all I can think is that the slut must have done a lot of other guys, because she's so much better than last time," he joked. I half expected the thumbs up to rise out of the bubbles again.

"If it's that good, then it's time for you to participate," I smirked as I moved my hand to rub one of his firm ass cheeks.

"I'm pretty sure I'm participating," he responded. "It's my dick that's being used."

"Yeah, but that's how an amateur gets head. Put your hand on her head, and run your fingers through her hair."

"You mean him, right?"

"Not if you're imagining it's that Maya chick. You want the fantasy or the reality?"

"Hands on HER head it is!" He said, as he did as I suggested.

"Now just hold her head in place as you play with her hair and slowly move your ass back and forth. You don't want to be aggressive like you're fucking her pussy. You want to get a rhythm going so she can coordinate her breathing with your face fuck. Don't be afraid to go all the way in when you thrust."

Casey looked at me as he listened. "Never done a blowjob like this. Most of the time, I'm on the bed and she's between my legs."

"Again, gay friends have benefits. You just need to learn what those benefits are to really appreciate what you have. Make sure you warn him before you cum so he can go right down on you and take your load without choking."

"You mean, she, right?" he joked. I smiled. I put one hand around his chest and pulled him back against me. I loved how slippery the bubbles made us as I gently rubbed my body against his. I rubbed his ass firmly with my other hand, making sure to ease a finger along his crack. When he didn't stop me, I pushed a little deeper to run the fingertip over his rosebud. He jumped slightly, so I did it again, only this time I paused and purposely rubbed his entrance firmly for a few seconds. He seemed to respond to it, so I figure we had enough of his attention to continue farther. I moved my hand and eased my erection between his legs so that I could use it to rub the underside of his balls.

"I don't wanna get fucked," he said quietly.

"You don't wanna get fucked...yet!" I replied, fusing our bodies tighter together as I held him. "Don't worry. As much as I want to, I think if anyone takes your cherry, it should be Eric. He's your best friend. For now, open your legs a little to give her better access to your balls."

I expected some resistance, but he simply complied. I immediately felt Eric's hand reach up and take hold of my cock and use it to rub along Casey's sac. He did that for a bit as I took the opportunity to nibble on Casey's neck. He may not like it, but I was having fun, so it didn't matter. I almost moaned when Eric moved from sucking Casey's dick, to sucking mine. The guy was going back and forth between the two penises he had available. When he was sucking Casey, he was rubbing my cock over the underside of Casey's balls. At one point he pushed me back slightly and raised my dick up along Casey's ass crack and rubbed it against his entrance and tried to pull me inside.

"Save that for another time, Eric," I said quietly to him. "If he was gay, I'd be happy to enter this sweet hole. I have a feeling he's going to be one hot fuck when he realizes how much fun it is."

"You know I'm still here, right?" Casey asked.

"Duh. Otherwise we're doing some weird shit with an imaginary person. How's the blowjob going? You seem like you're lasting longer than I'd have expected."

"I've been pretty close a few times, but fortunately he keeps stopping. I guess he's sucking your dick too?"

"He is. That's what's keeping me hard, and why he's trying to shove it into your ass. You wanna cum?"

"I dunno. I mean normally, yeah, but this feels sort of surreal in a way. Like sex, but not sex. Like I'm here but somewhere else."

"Are straight boys always this neurotic?" I laughed. "The question to answer to yourself honestly is, are you actually enjoying it?"

"Honestly? Yeah. It's actually pretty good head. Except that it stops and starts."

"That's called edging and if you find someone really good at sex, they can keep that going for hours. Bring you right the `edge' of cumming and then just as you think you're about to blow, they stop and let you calm down, before they go at you again. This builds up the excitement until you'd pretty much do anything to be able to cum."

"So, like torture?" Casey smirked.

"A really fun torture. You end up begging to cum, and when it happens you explode with a mind-blowing orgasm. Trust me, Eric will know how to do that way better than any girl you're gonna meet. If he stayed down there for much longer, you'd actually beg him to stick my cock up your ass, just so you could finally nut one out."

"I dunno if I'd get that horny."

"You would. I can guarantee it. But not today. We'll save your cherry for the next time you get wildly horny and are begging Eric to blow you. Eric, take a break. I have something else in mind."

A second later, Eric stood up right in front of his best friend, smiling. "Thanks. That was fun. Not to make it weird, but you've got a seriously nice dick."

"Uhhh...thanks," he replied as I reached around to feel Eric.

"Looks like you enjoyed that a lot," I smiled as I used my other hand to take hold of Casey's erection. I put both cocks together and began to stroke them, while also using my weight behind Casey to gently push them together, effectively sandwiching Casey. "This would make a pretty hot show. Two friends naked and nervous together while guys are desperately tipping to get you to do more."

I removed my hand from their cocks, allowing them to freely touch. I moved so that I was behind Eric instead of Casey, and rubbed his slippery ass cheeks before slipping a finger right up inside him. Eric pushed his ass back just a little to get more of my finger, but stopped short of moaning or saying anything. "Seeing you two like this is pretty hot. I'm sure your viewers would be incredibly turned on watching you guys this close. Even if the camera just showed you from the waist up, you'd be getting lots of people seriously horny. No doubt, even girls.

"You think girls would wanna see this?" Casey asked looking at me.

"Of course. I know straight boys think it's gross seeing guys kiss, but trust me, girls love it as much as you get hard seeing to girls doing it."

"I do get hard at that," Casey nodded as I moved Eric slightly so that the two boys were rubbing chests and sliding over each other. I'm pretty sure Eric was having a lot more fun than Casey, but feeling around to their crotches, the erections were being maintained. I removed my finger from Eric's ass, and replaced it with my cock that I gently slid into him. He stopped moving until I was fully inside and then resumed his slipping and sliding together with Casey. At a few points he moaned as I drilled into him slowly but firmly.

"Dude, why are you making weird noises. It's not that good," Casey chastised his best friend.

"It is from where I'm standing," Eric replied. "God, this foam room is so perfect. You don't need lube or anything as you're already totally slippery."

"That's they idea. The kids love using it like a slip and slide by pushing the bubbles out over the deck to the pool. Adults also use it as a slip and slide, but no deck and no pool required."

"Well it works. I've never felt anything like this before. You can move a little faster if you want," Eric said looking back at me.

The facial expression Casey gave was priceless. It went from this is uncomfortably more fun than I'm admitting' to holy shit, what are you two doing together'. "Are you two doing something? Like fucking?"

"We definitely doing something like fucking," Eric replied quickly. "I've never felt anything so good. I may have all my future sex in this room from now on. Any chance I could rent this and move in here?"

"As long as I get to ride you whenever I'm in the mood," I replied.

Casey laughed. "Shit dude, from what I know of Justin already, you may want to rethink that. He's liable to be in here as much as you."

"I'm good with that. I could invite people over for parties in my new place."

"As much fun as these bubbles are, I think this way past my comfort level. I accept that you both like guys, but standing here while you're having sex is kinda creepy."

"It's only creepy because you're not participating in the actual pleasure of it," I said as I pulled out of Eric, who moaned in disappointment.

"Eric, finish the blowjob you were giving Casey. It's not really fair to leave him out. You and I can fuck anytime."

"Sure. Sounds like a plan," he said as he quickly disappeared into the bubbles and I, once again, went beside Casey and rubbed his ass. Such a firm ass. Usually the new unused ones are. Bounce on them a few hundred times and they soften up a little. I put my other hand on Casey's stomach and rubbed his abs. I think he's a bit ticklish as I could feel him tense up as I explored each one. His nipples weren't sensitive, or if they were, he was so focused on what was happening below the 49th that he didn't respond.

We pause for a Canadian Heritage Moment. The 49th Parallel is the 49 degree latitude that is primarily used to identify the border between Canada and the United States. Canada to the north, (we the north!') U.S. to the south. Sort of like being below the Mason Dixon line that you hear of in movies. Not sure what that refers to, but not being American, I probably don't need to. Basically, what I'm trying to explain is that Casey was focused on what was happening below the line of bubbles. Oh...I guess I could have just said that instead of giving some long-winded explanation that most people still don't understand. Just for the conclusion of the 49th parallel moment. Actually, more than 70% of Canadians live below the 49th, so that whole it's the border thing' seems a little stupid. Just so I don't leave any facts out, the border is almost 8,900 kilometres long, and some 2030 kilometres of that is a straight line along the 49th. No bends or wiggles, just cuts straight across like a knife. It's basically Ontario and Quebec that screw that whole straight-line thing up. Way to go, Ontario and Quebec. But on the same hand, thanks, otherwise all the great lakes would be in the United States. They probably would have been named the great patriot lakes, or been custom shaped to look like president's heads from space. Imagine the wave look of President Trump Lake.

I was so focused on trying to use my x-ray vision into the bubbles to see if I could see Eric blowing Casey, that I almost jumped in shock as Casey grabbed my waist and tensed up. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed and went to a panic face. "Shit, dude, I'm sorry. Fuck!"

"What happened?" I asked almost as soon as Eric reappeared from the bubbles with a big grin on his face.

"He came! Like a massive load."

"Sorry. I was gonna warn you. I just couldn't speak," Casey said in somewhat of an apology. "Was it gross?"

"Fuck no! I loved it. That's kinda the purpose of a blowjob. To get the guy to cum. Sometimes I spit it out if I'm not in the mood, but mostly you just swallow it. Good protein bro. Wanna try some?" Eric teased.

"Gross! No!! I should get going now though. I have tons of editing and sorting to do with all those pictures."

"You want some help?" Eric offered.

"Sure, if you want to. We can figure out what goes in what collection," Casey replied as he put a little extra distance between Eric and me. Yep, he's one of those guys. As soon as they cum, they go.

I told them to head to the back of the room and I'd activate the showers so we could get the bubble off or we'd have them all over the house if we didn't. Casey took off first as if it were an escape route. I pulled Eric against me and whispered in his ear. "You still owe me a fuck," I teased.

"Actually it's you that stopped, so technically, you owe me the fuck, and I intend to collect...with interest."

"Oh, there'll be interest alright. Maybe I'll do you when everyone else is home and see how much interest we can actually get."

"Hot. Today was serious fun by the way."

"Glad you enjoyed it. See if you can get him to give it up again when you're at his place. I'd love a video of him fucking you."

"So would I," Eric chuckled as we joined Casey at the back of the foam room. I warned them before hitting the showers and the place instantly turned into a waterfall, which washed the bubbles away quickly and blasted the residue off us at the same time. I hate turning them on full power as it's hard to breathe, but it's still mostly fun.

I gave Casey the SD cards from the shoot and told him I'd look forward to seeing how he grouped them all. I think he figures he has the only copy of the pictures, but I'm not that stupid. I kept a full unedited set for myself. My favorites are the ones with him and Eric naked together. It's gonna fuel my fantasy mind for months...or at least until I find another interesting project to entertain me...tomorrow.

End of Chapter.

Another interesting project lies ahead. Maybe more than one if I know Justin. Comments and suggestions are always welcome. Just remember, positive comments and suggestions make me want to write faster and incorporate those ideas where I can. Negative comments cause me to hide under the bed where I feel safe, so I don't write as much in case I'm ridiculed again. Considering you're reading this comment in chapter 184, you probably want more story. Choose wisely. outinwest@gmail.com and watch for announcements of new chapters on Twitter @outinwest. I apologize to those that do send emails. I read everything, but lately haven't been responding to many. It's part of that pandemic, `Oh my god. There's still people out there, what if they see me syndrome.' Next chapter soon. Lots more head. Ahead...I meant ahead! I really need a coffee.