The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 201 – Road Trip Part B

As we got to the front drive of the hotel, I smiled to myself as I saw Colin's car parked on the road just past the hotel entrance. He must have seen us as well as he began to move and pulled into the hotel, and up to the front door just as we got to it.

"Nice car!" Anderson said as he watched it come to a stop. "This is just like the one you have at your place," he remembered, looking at me.

"It is? I guess it looks a bit similar," I shrugged. The second part of our roleplaying weekend was underway, only this time, unlike Anderson being my boyfriend, he had no idea this was taking place.

Colin got out of the car, dressed to kill, and it was like a movie where someone exits in slow motion, wearing thousands of dollars worth of the latest fashion. They shake their inexplainable wind-blown hair into place while putting on sunglasses. He also left the car door open for the valet.

Of course, the valet had his own look too. Mostly like a drooling Bassett Hound ready to lick you all over as a greeting before he humped your leg. I realize that might be an exaggeration, but I'm pretty sure he had an erection. In fairness, I think that about all boys, which makes me correct about 70% of the time.

"It's exactly this. This is the Sian, right?" Anderson asked as he walked up to Colin not blinking as he stared at the car.

"Correct," Colin nodded with a grin as he looked at me and raised his eyebrows a couple times. "Looks like you know your cars. "I'm Colby."

"Anderson," he replied, ignoring me completely. I cleared my throat. "Oh, sorry. This is Justin."

"Nice to meet you guys. You friends or brothers, or something?" Colin/Colby asked. I think I'll just refer to him as Colby until this game is over so I don't goof up and say Colin out loud by accident.

I actually think I was genuinely surprised by Anderson's response. "He's my boyfriend," he said as casual as anything as he continued to look the car over. Colby just raised his eyebrows, and glanced at me with an amused smile on his face. "How do you like the hybrid feature?"

"It's good," Colby replied. "I wasn't sure at first, but after I'd had it for a while, I'm good with it. Makes up for the amount of gas it uses when we're in high performance. You sound like you know cars," he said moving closer to him.

Whoa, back off buddy! He's mine! Get your own pretend boyfriend.

"Yeah, it's kind of a hobby of mine. We drove up here in a Bugatti, which is one bad ass car, but I totally love this as well. Hybrid. Zero to 100 in 2.8 seconds. 800 horsepower. Sweet ride."

"You do know cars," Colby nodded. "You said you had a Bugatti? What model?"

"The Divo," Anderson replied trying to act cool, but I already knew him well enough to know he was about to explode with excitement about it.

"The Divo? You're fucking kidding. That's like one of the rare cars. How'd you get your hands on that?"

"It's Justin's. We're just taking a road trip and figured we should give him a good run."

Colby looked around. "Where is it?"

"Down in secure parking with the valet," he replied. "I can show it to you once you're checked in if you want."

"I'd like that. I'm somewhat of a collector myself," he said giving another cheeky grin my way. "I think if I owned a Divo, I'd never let any one drive it but me. I'd be too paranoid they'd wreck it."

I think that was a shot, but I know he didn't mind. Let's be honest here. He won't mind if we return it in the same condition. He's gonna mind the fuck out of it if we so much as get bird poop on it.

The valet must have figured this was a good time to interrupt. "Good afternoon, sir. Are you checking in?"

"Yes. Ramsbottom. Colby Ramsbottom. You have valet I take it?"

"Yes sir. We can secure your car for you downstairs in our gated lot. May I get your luggage for you?"

"I just have an overnight bag in the trunk. I'm fine getting it myself."

Almost before he'd finished the sentence, Anderson had leaned in and popped the frunk release button for him. Colby said thanks and got the bag out. He went over to talk to the valet, which seemed to take a bit longer than it should have. I saw Colby hand the guy a couple hundred bucks, which sprung him into action.

"That's an unusual last name," I said to Colby with a bit of a smirk.

"True. It's an old family name. It better than the one I had before though. I'm part indigenous and our native name is Polesmoker," he said with a straight face. I almost snorted a laugh but caught myself just in time.

"No chance that's true," Anderson challenged as he stood beside me.

"It is. Back in the day, one of the jobs of the young braves charged with helping the medicine man, was to light the bark on a birch stick. They'd blow it out, inhale the smoke through a hollow piece of wood, and direct the smoke into the teepee to cleanse the room before the medicine man would arrive to perform his miracles. Hence the term polesmoker.

"Jesus, that's one hell of an origin story. Almost sounds made up," I grinned, knowing it was totally made up.

"It's true, but it sure is a good conversation starter," he said as we moved inside the hotel.

"So, you went from that to Ramsbottom? No offense but that sounds just as made up," Anderson said looking at Colby to see if he were actually kidding or not.

"No, it was the name on the other side of my family a couple generations ago, so it was easy to adopt. I believe my ancestor was a sheep shearer, hence the term Rams, I think. Not sure where the bottom part came from. Maybe he was actually a sheep fucker. No hard evidence on that, although I do have ancestors from New Zealand. I hear that's a thing down there."

"No it's not," Anderson laughed as he listened to us. "Is it?"

"No idea. Have no clue on the real origin, but it's a hell of a lot easier to deal with than polesmoker, don't you think?"

"Agreed," Anderson said as he took my hand gently. Another surprise I hadn't expected. Colby noticed and gave me a grin. "Hey if you're free later and would like to check out the Bugatti, I'd love to show it to you."

"I'll be free. I'm thinking of getting some dinner, and then had just planned to relax for the evening. I have to get checked in first, and see if they have space for a reservation in the restaurant."

"We have a reservation. Want to join us? If that's okay, Justin," he said, suddenly remembering me.

"Yeah, it's fine. The reservation is for 6:30."

"I don't want to intrude on your road trip."

"You're not intruding at all," Anderson said quickly.

To anyone else it might sound like Anderson was almost hitting on Colby, but I figured he was just eager to be able to talk cars, and hopefully be allowed in the Sian. My guess is that there might be some hinting to see if he could drive it. If he figures out Colby's actually gay, his whole game plan would change in an instant. I taught the boy how to play the game, now I might have to accept the consequences. That's what I would say if this were just an accidental meeting of a straight boy and a guy with a supercar, but we all know how this night is going to end. Anderson is about to have a three-way with his boyfriend and a one-night stand, and if we do it right, it'll be Anderson's idea.

We gave Colby our room number, and told him to call us if he changed his mind, otherwise we'd see him at 6:30. As we got back to the room, Anderson went for the suitcase to pull out clothes for dinner. We'd brought some nice stuff, and he quickly laid it all out.

"You think this will be okay?" He asked, looking back at me.

"Looks fine. We're not going someplace overly fancy, and I think the hotel is pretty casual," I replied.

"Yeah, but that Colby guy looks pretty classy. I wouldn't want to look underdressed."

"That's why I had you pick clothes from our closet. These'll look hot on you."

"Yeah? Think he'll maybe let me drive his Sian?" He asked as if it were just an afterthought.

"You are pretty sexy. Turn up that charm with him and see what happens," I teased. "Of course, we do have a car like that back at the house, so driving one won't be a problem."

"Do you think I'd be able to drive all your cars eventually? I'd keep being your boyfriend if that'll sweeten the deal."

I grinned as I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. "We have over 30 cars. That's a lot of fucking, boyfriend."

He spun around so we were almost nose to nose. "It'd be worth it, and it's not like I'd drive all 30 cars in one day."

"You're a fun straight boy, you know that? We have an hour and a half before dinner, want to relax a bit before we jump in the shower?"

"Does `relax' in your world mean sex, or are we actually gonna just relax?"

"I was thinking of a short nap while we cuddle. Couldn't get more romantic than that."

"I'm okay cuddling," he replied as he moved the clothes off the bed that he'd selected, and packed the others back up. We climbed on the bed and he wiggled in front of me as the little spoon, and we fell asleep together.

I'll say one thing for Anderson, he's really comfy to nap with, and he's the perfect little spoon, despite being about the same height and build as me. We freshened up and changed for dinner. I'm not sure if Anderson was excited about the dinner or Colin's car, as he didn't say, but I'm guessing it was more car related.

By the time we got to the lobby, Colin was already waiting, although he was playing it casual by working on his phone. Anderson saw him first and made a beeline to him.

"Hi Colby," he said grinning.

"Oh, hey guys. Sorry, I didn't see you arriving. I was just finalizing some deals in Tokyo before the markets close," he replied putting the phone away. I'm not sure if that was a real of part of the roleplay, as I'm sure he does make deals in Tokyo, and likely everywhere else in the world. Let's see if it's 6:30pm in British Columbia, it's...fuck, like I'd know that. It's either later, or it's across the date line making it yesterday or tomorrow. Not sure how datelines work. I looked it up and it would have been 11:30am the next day. See...datelines.

"Let's grab a table," I suggested as I led the boys to the restaurant, where our reservation was waiting for us. We'd barely sat down before Anderson was grilling Colby.

"Do you own any other cars, other than the Sian?" He asked bluntly.

"I have a few," he replied.

"What's your favorite?"

"I'm more partial to the classics, so I think my 1939 Alfa Romeo would be my favorite, as it's one of the rarest," Colin admitted. That was one of those that we didn't drive. Good thing too as it made the price sticker of the Divo look like we'd bought a Hot Wheels car. If I remember, Colin paid twenty-two million for that. Insane, right? Money like that could feed Blake and J.J. for a whole month.

"I'm more into the newer cars like the Divo, and the Sian, or course," Anderson said enthusiastically. "I've always wondered how the electric supercars stack up compared to the regular gas cars."

"Launch mode is more responsive. Other than that, I think they're better when you're doing short city drives. For long haul performance you have to have the power of the gas to keep it at peak performance."

"What's your favorite newer supercar?" Anderson asked. At this point I could have brought in a dozen naked dancing girls, and I'm not sure he'd notice.

"I do like the Divo," Colby admitted with a smile, "but I think I'd like the Chiron Super Sport 300 more. 440kph as top speed. That's one car I'd enjoy trying. I've also read good reviews about the Hennessey Venom F5."

"Never heard of that one," Anderson admitted. "Justin has the Chiron, right Justin?"

"Huh?" I asked hearing my name. I'd pretty much stopped listening since Colin talked about Tokyo. That led me to think about Thailand, and then Bangkok. That caused me to giggle in my head as I thought about banging cocks, and that led me to planning my next few hours back in the hotel room. "Oh, yeah. We have that."

"Which model? Is the 300+?"

"I have no idea. I know it's a Chiron Super Sport if that helps, oh...and it's black with a gold trim. Super cute."

Colin tried not to grin at me. I mean he knew I was telling the truth. I had no idea if it was a 300, 400, or any other such thing. To me it was the black Chiron. That's all I knew. Oh, and it's from Bugatti, and worth 3 million...thereabouts.

"What do you think about the McLaren's?" Andersons asked, obviously moving on.

"Great cars. I'm looking for the F1 at the moment," he admitted.

"Yeah, that's one of my favorite, for sure. Justin has the P1. What do you think of that?" He asked.

"You have a McLaren P1?" Colby asked staring at me.

"Sorry, what was the question?" I asked. Why am I being asked these technical question? I know cars by their main company, and what colour they are. Like the Orange Lambo. The Batmobile Lambo. The old gangster Mercedes, and so on.

"I asked if you had a McLaren P1?"

Yep, we have a McLaren. Sure. Why?"

"Would you prefer that or the F1?" Colby inquired with a knowing smirk.

"What's the difference?" I asked.

"P1 is hybrid and the F1 is fully gas," Anderson explained.

"Oh, then that's easy. The hybrid because it's better for the environment," I replied. If you're ever out of your depth in a conversation, just throw out some environment stuff, or starving children in Africa. That's always good for a quick reset of some sort.

My mom always did that when we were having dinner. If I didn't want to eat something, she always threatened to send it to the starving kids in Africa. Now when I was younger, I definitely didn't want those kids getting my food, so I ate it. As I got older, I got wise to it. One day I managed to fake a great cry about how upset I was that there were kids starving, while I had so much to eat. I told her we were being selfish, and she should probably send it to them, since I didn't like it anyway. Strange though, she never did, and I never got that threat again. Guess the kids' get food from some other place now.

"That's no way to choose a car," Anderson scolded. "I'm F1 all the way, baby. If you give me your number, I'll keep my eyes open for one for you, and if I find it, I can let you know. Obviously two people looking is better than one."

"That it is," Colby nodded. "I actually have a full team watching the market for me, but I have no problem if you want to help. Hell, if you find one for less than 22 million USD, I'll give you 10% commission of the difference between that and the final price I pay. Last one sold at auction went for 20.5."

"Wow. Do they come up very often?" Anderson asked eagerly. You could sense the excitement building the more they talked.

"Not at all. That's why I'm watching so carefully."

So, wait. If I found you a McLaren for 20 million, you'd give me 10% of the two million difference? That'd be $200,000 just for finding you a car? Shit, if you're for real, sign me up. Got any other cars you're looking for? Hell, I'll scour the entire internet for you, including the dark web."

Colby laughed. "I have a lot of things on my `to purchase list'. But nothing from the dark web. It all has to be legal and above board."

"I was only joking. I'd never do anything illegal," he assured Colby. "You can send me the list, and I'll get to work on it."

"Don't get your hopes up too much, Anderson," Colby told him. "Remember, I have a team of people working on these things, so don't go off spending your commission just yet."

"I wouldn't, but it's cool thinking about it though."

We ordered dinner and drinks, which for Anderson, was limited to a non-alcoholic option, but he didn't seem to care as his only focus was on cars right now.

"You should come over to Justin's place one day since you're in Richmond. That's not far away. He's got tons of cars. Then maybe we could come to your place and see your collection."

"How many cars you got?" Colby asked, smiling at me.

"They're actually not mine. They're my...hu...um...roommates. He's the collector, I'm just the borrower of them. You two have very similar tastes though."

Colby just held back the knowing grin. "Sounds like you have more in common with the roommate than your boyfriend," Colby challenged.

"Maybe in cars, but I haven't met Colin yet. He's always been out when I've been over. I guess you gotta work pretty hard to earn enough money to get cars like that," Anderson reasoned.

"You'll get to meet him soon enough. I think he's back tomorrow," I said. "You'll find he's very similar to Colby. They're a lot alike."

Colin tried to suppress the knowing grin.

"Where do you find all the really rare cars?" Anderson asked.

"Mostly through rare car auctions. I'm registered with most of the houses and get regular updates of cars coming up for sale. At first, I just bought cars I thought looked interesting, now I stick mostly to rare one-of-a-kind cars. Real collector items. Trouble is as more people collect, the higher the price goes. It used to be unheard of for a car to go for more than 4 or 5 million, now cars are heading into the 30 million range. The latest Rolls Royce, the Boat Tail, launched at $28 million USD, like $37 million Canadian. I want that car, but they only made three."

Anderson pulled out his phone to check it out. "Meh, that's not my favorite. I wouldn't pay $37 million for it. No offense. Of course, right now, with my finances, I'd be okay picking up a Lamborghini Gallardo for a hundred, hundred ten. I just need a hundred ten more to afford it."

"Yeah, those are good solid starter cars. They've got enough flash to get you noticed, but don't break the bank doing it."

"Exactly. I'm saving up for the fully electric Terzo Millennio. It's only a concept car right now, but by the time I'm ready for it, it'll likely be in production. Since we're banning the sale of gas cars by 2035, I'm thinking ahead."

"Good idea. What do you figure the cost will be on those?" Colby asked.

"First edition, fully electric Lambo? Probably on the high side of 4 million, maybe 5," Anderson replied confidently. "Hell, depending on performance and features, it may end up in the Divo range at 8 or 9."

Our meals came and our conversation slowed down from cars for a bit, and focused on food. I was better at that, since I know something about food having listened to Merrick this past little while. Reduction this, and deconstructed that. Deconstructed is just a way of saying the chef is probably lazy. I dropped a deconstructed pizza on the table once, and I never heard the end of it. A bag of flour, a jar of sauce, a stick of pepperoni, and a block of cheese. I called it the deconstructed pizza extreme.

The waiter came up to our table as we ate, and filled our water, then motioned towards Anderson's drink. "I see your glass is empty. Would you like another?"

Anderson just turned his head slowly and looked up. "Why the hell would I want another empty glass?' He said without any sort of emotion. I almost peed myself.

"Uhhh...I meant would you like another drink," the waiter stammered.

Anderson told him yes, and we waited until he walked away before we laughed at his joke.

"Dude, that delivery was fire. I'm a big fan of that sort of quick wit and sense of humour," Colby said giving him a salute with his drink.

"Thanks," Anderson replied.

"That's the type of personality that attracts me. How long have you two been together?"

"Six months. Around there," I said looking at Anderson, who just nodded. I guess saying less than 12 hours wouldn't fit our game.

"Nice. Still in the honeymoon phase then?"

"We're not married, just boyfriends," Anderson said quickly.

Colby laughed. "I didn't mean honeymoon in that context. More in the context of it's still a new relationship and I'll bet the two are you are all over each other all the time. Am I right?"

"We like to be together," I assured him.

"I'll bet," Colby grinned. "That's the best phase anyway. You hate being apart, and when you are, you're smelling each other's clothes to get endorphins from the scent."

"It's more like I smell dirty socks and underwear lying around, and try not to dry heave as I throw them in the hazmat container," I laughed.

Anderson just looked at me, apparently unsure of how to reply to that. I guess we didn't cover that in boyfriend training for the weekend. If he thinks we skipped that lesson, wait until we get Colby naked.

"What are you guys up to after dinner?" Colby asked.

"Hopefully checking out the cars," Anderson grinned, "but after that our only plans were to hit the hot tub in our room. It's like, gigantic. You wanna join us? We could have some drinks and put on a movie. I'd love to learn more about your car collection."

"I wouldn't want to interrupt your weekend together," Colby replied quickly.

"Nah, we wouldn't mind, would we Justin?" He asked.

"I don't mind. I mean three is always more fun than two, am I right?"

"I'd be into that," Colby replied, as Anderson just sat there apparently oblivious to the underlying intention. "Do you guys always invite strangers back to your room to jump in the hot tub with you?"

"No," Anderson laughed. "We don't always have a hot tub this big. Like last night, the jacuzzi in the hotel room was more like a double bathtub, so more people wouldn't fit. This one is easily big enough for six."

"Sounds fun," Colby grinned as he looked at me and I just raised my eyebrows at him, giving a small shrug. I wonder if Anderson actually knows he just picked Colby up. Guess he'll find out when he's bent over the side of the hot tub being explored.

We finished dinner with some really nice desserts, and went to find the valet. We explained that we'd like to go down and check out the cars, and he quickly offered to bring both of them up. We assured him that wasn't necessary, which I honestly think disappointed him. We told him we just wanted to check out each other's car.

"I probably shouldn't just leave you down here by yourself," the valet said as he took us down behind the secure gate. "I think it's for employees only."

"Do you think management would be worried about us stealing that Kia Rio over there?" Colby teased.

"Probably not, but I wouldn't want to lose my job if I left the area unsecured. Plus if you wanted to take the cars out, I'd need to be here to open the gate for you."

We let him stay, and he joined in with us as we explored the cars. Colby acted as if he really was interested in the Bugatti, while Anderson was doing everything short of licking and humping the Sian. The valet and Anderson were babbling at each other like they were long lost brothers. Colby came and stood beside me.

"How's the trip going?" He whispered.

"Great. He's so into cars that he's being a very cooperative boyfriend," I whispered back.

Colin just smiled. "And just how cooperative is he?"

"Fully," I replied. "I even took him to the nude beach in Kamloops this morning and gave him his first outdoor experience. He was as nervous as a drug smuggler at a DEA convention."

"Do you think he knows I'm interested in having sex with him?" He asked.

"I don't think he has any idea, but I'll say this, he's really taken a liking to you. I think having someone to talk supercars with is really resonating with him. If I'm not careful, I could lose my boyfriend to you, Colby," I said patting him on the back. "Looks like the valet is just about as excited as Anderson."

"I noticed. I'll be getting up inside that car jockey later," Colin smirked.

"Does he know that?"

"Nope, but that really doesn't change the fact that it's going to happen," he said as we watched the two guys.

"Remember, I need pictures or it didn't happen," I challenged.

"We'll see," he said as he moved to talk to the boys who had a hundred questions. They were into the engine, underneath the car, and if it'd been big enough, I'm sure they would have crawled up the tailpipe too.

"If you weren't working, we'd invite you back to the suite for a few drinks, and a hot tub, to let you relax. I'm sure you must be uncomfortable in that uniform," Colby told him.

"You get used to it. Even if I weren't working, I wouldn't be allowed in a guest room. It's hotel policy," he replied.

"That's too bad. I guess we'll have to grab a couple cases, a few joints, and take the cars out to a secluded beach somewhere. Nothing hotter than getting wasted, skinny dipping, and warming up around a bonfire," Colby suggested. "I think you're probably a lot more fun after hours than you are at work, am I right?"

"Definitely," he nodded.

"What time are you off?"

"11."

"Nice. If you don't have plans, I'd be happy to let you take the car out for a bit."

"Really?"

"Sure, why not?" Colby offered.

"I'd be totally into that," he nodded with a big grin. "I think I know just the place. We can't have a fire though."

"No worries. I can think of other ways to warm up after we skinny dip," Colby said continuing to be anything be vague. "Anderson, would you like to try out the Sian?"

"You'd be okay with that? Hell yeah. Uhhh...is that okay, Justin?"

"Fine by me. It's not my car you'd be driving," I shrugged as I couldn't help but be amused by his facial expressions. I wonder if Colby is going to get laid before we get him back to the hotel room.

The valet opened the gate to let them out and we watched as they left. I shook my head as they disappeared and looked at the attendant. "That boy would do anything to drive one of those cars."

"He's not the only one," he replied.

"Really?" I grinned as sexy as I could. "And just what would you do to drive the Bugatti? We could go out right now if you wanted."

"I wish I could, but I'm working. I'm hoping that Mr. Ramsbottom was serious about letting me drive after work."

"I thought I heard something about getting stoned and going skinny dipping too," I reminded him.

"After I drive though," he said as we made our way back to the lobby of the hotel. I let him get on with his job while I waited around for the guys to return.

Anderson was almost as animated and excited with Colby as he had been with me, and was talking non-stop as they arrived in the lobby, where I was sitting playing video games on my phones.

"Holy fuck, that's a fun car. Almost as good as the Divo, but the fucking launch feature is fire. Electric cars have insane pickup because of their torque. Laws of physics and shit," he said as they came up to me.

"Sounds like I'm losing my boyfriend to a Lambo," I teased.

"If you did, it's only because it puts out faster," he joked. Nice burn on his part.

Colby laughed and fist bumped him. The valet was standing just within earshot waiting to take Colin's keys, and moved in when he saw a pause in the conversation. Colby made sure to reiterate he'd be in the lobby at 11 if the guy was interested in hanging out.

"That'd be cool, but even if you don't show up, I had fun checking out these cars. Not often I get to see one, so two in one day is totally unreal. If I didn't have pictures of me sitting in them, my friends would never believe it."

"Same," Anderson nodded.

"Did you show your friends the one of you sitting in it naked with an erection to show how excited you were?"

"Shut up. That never happened," Anderson laughed.

"That never happened...yet," I teased.

The valet said goodbye to us after Colby thanked him, and slipped him another hundred in appreciation for his help. Colby then turned his attention back to us. "We going for those drinks boys?"

"I wouldn't be able to get in the bar," Anderson said quickly.

"Right. Forgot about the age thing," Colby nodded. "I guess we could tie you up outside and bring out a bottle of water, or we could just call room service."

"That's a tough one," I said putting my hand up to my chin to think.

"It'd be the room service," Anderson said thumping me in the arm. "Definitely the room service. Anyway, we have the hot tub, remember."

"Right. Drinks and a jacuzzi with two interesting guys. Sounds like the start of a fun night," Colby said as he patted Anderson on the back. "Let me stop by my room for a minute, and I'll come up to yours in 10."

"Sounds good," I assured him. "You got the room number?"

"Yep," he said as the elevator stopped at his floor first. "Give me ten minutes and I'm there."

We continued to our room.

"Colby seems like a decent guy, huh?" Anderson asked as soon as the door had closed behind us.

"He is. Doesn't hurt that he's cute, and that you two have almost identical interests in cars. I couldn't even keep up with half the things you were saying."

"Sorry. It's just nice to talk like that to someone who really knows those kinds of details. I'd kill to see his collection."

In my head, I wanted to tell him that he already had. Once he knows that Colby is actually Colin, I have a feeling they're going to become good friends. Look how it was with Kurt when he showed an interest, and his was only a fraction of what Anderson was showing.

"I think you'll likely get a chance. By the way, I'm impressed at your commitment to our roleplaying weekend."

"Thanks. I promised I'd play the boyfriend, and I meant it."

"And I appreciate it a lot, but you did surprise me when you invited Colby back here for a three-way."

"Huh? No, I didn't," he said stopping to stare at me.

I laughed, and patted him on the shoulder. "Dude, you totally did. You've been putting out `fuck me' vibes all night. If you didn't mean to do that, then all I can say is that it's a good thing he's really fucking cute, because it's pretty obvious he wants us. I'm sure you added to that infatuation when you two went for a drive together."

His eyes darted over my face, obviously to check for signs that I might be lying to him. "Is that really what he's thinking? That we asked him here to have sex?"

"I think he knows how much you like the car conversation, but I have a feeling he's going to be even happier if you're talking cars while he's balls deep."

"How would I know for sure?"

"Simple. We're hitting the hot tub. If he goes in naked, a three-way is in your immediate future."

"I don't think he's gay. I mean he doesn't act gay at all," he replied. "He probably stopped by his room to get a swim suit."

"Dude, he all but jumped that valet guy right there in the parking lot. He invited him to get wasted after work and go skinny dipping. Trust me, that valet is going for a ride tonight, and not just in the Lambo."

"I think you're just hoping he's gay," Anderson said giving me a grin. "I mean, even I can admit he's a good-looking guy. I'm not so shallow I can't admit that. Ummm...what if he is gay and starts hitting on me, what should I do?"

"I can't tell you that, but if he hits on me, I'm going to throw my legs open, and hope he know how to ride the bubble butt express, non-stop to orgasm town."

"You know that probably sounds better to another gay guy than a straight guy, right?" he chuckled slightly. "Would he get upset if I turned him down?"

"I don't know Colby well enough to answer that," I replied. I knew Colin well enough, but not his nom de plume. Not sure I'm using that phrase right, but I know what I mean.

"What would you do if you were me?"

"Also tough to answer since I'm not you, and I'm not straight. You're not a stranger to sex with a guy, so I'd likely let him make some moves, and accept the ones that I was comfortable with. Play it by ear. Maybe I'm way wrong and you got it right," I said as I backed down slightly. After all, I want him a little bit surprised when Colby actually does whatever his game plan is.

We didn't get to discuss it further as there was a knock on the door. Anderson answered it to let Colby in. "You boys order any drinks yet?"

"Not yet. We were just about to," I replied, not having thought about it at all, actually.

"Let me," he said as he went to the phone to call room service. He ordered a six pack of Nectarous, and a bottle of Bailey's.

"That should get us started," he said after putting the phone down.

"What's Nectarous?" Anderson asked.

"Craft beer. You'll love it."

"Where did you drive from today?" Anderson asked, quickly getting back to cars again. This boy has the worst one-track mind I've ever seen. We need to get him laid.

"Today? Just from Richmond. Wanted to get the car out for a drive. You guys?"

"Yesterday from Vancouver to Kamloops, and used the Coquihalla. Got to really try out the launch feature," Anderson said excitedly. "Today, we just drove from Kamloops to Sicamous to here."

"That's the long around," Colby noted.

"Yeah, we wanted to be able to drive a bit more," he said, almost proud of himself.

"This is a nice room. I always try to get a jacuzzi in my room if I'm staying for more than a day. Tried to get one here, but they were sold out. Guess you two beat me to it." He walked around the rooms a bit looking at things, and stopped at the night table. He held up the bottle of lube I'd placed there. "Looks like you boys are having more fun than just the car this weekend, eh? Nice to see someone getting some action. Shall we fill the jacuzzi so that it's ready to go when the booze arrives? Nothing better than knocking back a few while soaking. Am I right?"

"Sounds good to me," I agreed.

"I heard drinking in a jacuzzi gets you drunk faster," Anderson added to the conversation.

"I think that's probably true. Pores are wide open from the heat so maybe that makes the blood flow faster," I agreed.

"Well boys, I know one way to find out," Colby grinned.

It was only a few moments later when the beer arrived. Colby handed the waiter a $20 tip, which seemed to liven him up considerably. Once he was gone, Colby quickly cracked the Baileys, and filled the three shot classes he'd ordered with it. He handed one to each of us and made a toast. "To new friends."

We clinked glasses and downed the shot. Anderson looked at his glass for a second and then gave a big smile. "Holy fuck that's good. Let's do another."

"Someone's gonna be drunk before we get into the jacuzzi," Colby smirked as he poured another round. We toasted to fast cars next. I guess that was to be expected. We had a third round and toasted to hot tub parties. That seemed lame, but I suppose if you're going to toast to every drink, you're gonna have to throw some lame shit in there at some point. I should toast to power bottoms, or tops. Maybe both.

"Let's crack the beers, boys," Colby suggested as he twisted off the tops and handed us each one. He took a big swig of his, which Anderson watched and followed his lead.

I could see from the look on Anderson's face that he hadn't acquired the taste for beer yet, but to his credit, he didn't vocalize it.

"Colby put his drink on the table and pulled off his shirt. "So? We doin' this or what?"

"Doing what?" Anderson asked as he stared at Colby.

"Hitting this jacuzzi," he replied as he unbuttoned his pants and took them off, followed by his socks. "You boys aren't shy, are you?"

"Not at all," I said as I took another drink to make it look as if we might be nervous, before I removed my shirt. Anderson followed and removed his.

"Dude, you're really ripped. Do you workout a lot?" Anderson asked as he scoped out Colby's chest. Jesus, what part of you just picked up Colby' didn't sink in. Now he's doing it again. Do you think all straight boys are this oblivious? On the other note, I already know Colin is hot as fuck, so it's no surprise that roleplaying Colby' is as well.

"I usually put in an hour or so at the gym every day," he acknowledged. "I stick with a routine and it makes it easier to maintain. Plus I like to feel the burn."

"It could be chlamydia," I said bluntly, almost causing both Anderson and Colby to spew their beer.

"Nice one," Colby said as he moved closer to Anderson. "Neither of you two have anything to worry about. You're both nicely toned," he said as he rubbed Anderson's six pack. "That's some good definition."

"I'd still kill to have the solid eight abs and cut lines like you do," Anderson said as he kept checking Colby out. First the cars, now Colby's body. If Anderson really had been my boyfriend, and gay, I'd be worried I was about to get dumped.

"Hey, you're pretty close already. Just a bit more effort, and you'll be there in no time," he said as he moved his hand down to unfasten Anderson's pants and lower the zipper. "You spend a lot of time in the gym?"

"Not a lot, no. I mostly do stuff at home, and stay active. I'll probably join a gym when I reach my limit of what I can do by myself," he replied, trying to ignore the fact that Colby was slowly lowering his pants.

I just grinned over at him, and followed along by unfastening my own pants and removing them. Colby assisted Anderson with his. I could feel the nervous energy over where I was standing.

"Looks like you don't skip leg day. Nice form, buddy," Colin said as he stood back to admire him. He thumped his thighs. "Solid. Good job."

"Thanks," Anderson said looking down at himself. "Like I said, I'm still a work in progress."

"Well, let's hit the jacuzzi, and get those jets going. Nothing helps the muscles more than a good pounding...from the jets," Colby said giving the mild innuendo. I caught it, but I doubt Anderson did. Colby quickly shucked his shorts down to stand fully naked in front of us. He turned and climbed into the water and sat back with a beer in hand.

"Now you know," I said quietly as I dropped my own underwear and jumped in the jacuzzi, moving towards Colby.

"Nice package dude. I always love the smooth look. I figure that means the guy takes interest in his appearance. What you packin' when that boy's fully on display?"

"Over eight," I replied as I fluffed it up and dropped down into the water.

"Nice. Very nice. I prefer to do the fuckin' when I'm getting laid, but every now and then, I get that rare itch to experience a good slam from a large cock. If your boyfriend is willing to share you, I'd be into riding that."

"Ummm...are you gay, Colby?" Anderson asked a little cautiously, as he kept standing there in just his underwear.

"I just like what I like," he replied. "There are things that you can get from one sex that you can't get from another. As an example, try shoving your dick up some chick's ass, and after she bitch slaps you, and calls you a sick fuck, you might not finish getting laid. Do that to a guy and he's crying out for you to go faster while moaning your name, and telling you that he loves you."

I laughed. "That sounds very true."

"Here's another one. Try sitting on a girl's face for even a second. Never gonna happen. Sit on a guy's face, and you could be there a while as he works you like you're a triple scoop of French vanilla," he teased. "You joining us, Anderson, or are you just gonna stand there and freeze?"

"I'm not cold," he said quickly as he put his beer down. He did the typical straight boy thing, and put one hand over his junk as he lowered his shorts and kicked them aside. He retrieved his beer and handed it to me as he climbed in.

"Still a bit shy, huh?" Colby grinned as Anderson's waist disappeared below the water, and I could see him visibly relax.

I was almost surprised that he sat next to me and not Colby. The way he'd been stuck to him since they met, I half expected he'd go sit on his lap. Not really, but I thought he'd be equidistant between us at the very least.

"Are you two the type to only have sex in the dark under the covers?" Colin asked, continuing the conversation.

"No," Anderson said quickly. "I'm just not used to other people seeing me naked yet. I'm still working on it."

"Well, if the rest of your body is any indication, I'm sure that nobody is going to judge you negatively if you stand naked in front of them. How big is your dick when it's hard?" He asked bluntly.

"Ummm, just average," he replied. "Like 6 inches."

"Nothing wrong with that," Colby assured him.

"I like it because it's thick," I added, getting a bit of a blush out of Anderson as he stared at me.

"So, what's the story with you two?"

"What story?" Anderson asked. "Like how we met?"

"No, we covered that. "I'm more curious about how often you set up three-ways with others?"

Before Anderson could answer that we don't, I jumped in ahead of him. "You'd be the first. I think you and Anderson just hit it off with the cars, so I'm guessing he wanted to get to know you better."

"Are you okay with it?" Colby asked me.

"I'm fine with it. Anderson is always full of surprises. Inviting you back to the room was all on him though. Not that I'm complaining. You're really hot, and I'd be into something happening between us."

Anderson shot a glare at me, but I just grinned. "Oh please. You were drooling over Colby the second he pulled up."

"I was looking at his car," he replied.

"Yet, it isn't his car sitting naked in our hot tub," I teased. "Unless I'm totally off the mark, I'm guessing Colby thinks you're pretty cute too, or he wouldn't have accepted your offer, am I right?"

"Actually, you're both really good-looking guys. I'd have been into either of you if you'd been by yourself, but together...well, that increases the fun exponentially. Which one of you is the bottom?"

"We're versatile. We like to switch it up," I answered.

He just nodded thoughtfully. "I used to be like that at first, now I'm almost exclusively a top when I do hook up with a guy. Like I said though, once in a while I like a big cock to stretch my ass open. I'm pretty sure that's some sort of masochistic side of me, because it hurts at first, but then drives me crazy with lust after a few minutes. Maybe it's because it's something you can't get from a girl when you're with her."

"Oh my god. That's totally how it is with me," Anderson exclaimed. He looked at us as if realizing just how loud he'd blurted that out. "I mean, it hurts to get fucked sometimes, but you get used to it."

"Which do you prefer?" Colby inquired.

"Doing the fucking," he replied honestly.

"I hear ya," Colby nodded. "I couldn't help but notice when you undressed, you manscape. I like how guys are more meticulous about grooming now. Used to be that we'd never trim anything. Now, pretty rare to find a guy sporting a big wild bush. The opposite is true for being cut or uncut. Used to be 90% that guys were cut. Now it's closer to 60% as more guys are going away from it."

"I'm uncut," Anderson said quickly.

"I saw that. I always think it looks like the penis is wearing a turtleneck, and only comes out to play when he's excited. "You got a dad at home?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Is he cut or uncut?"

"I have no idea. Never seen it. Wouldn't want to," Anderson replied. "Why?"

"Guys are uncut for usually three reasons. The first is because of some religious thing. Second is for medical reasons, and the third is they grow up without a dad, and the mother doesn't think it needs to be done. Or, the dad is uncut so the boy is the same. Most guys that have circumcised dads, are circumcised themselves. You should see if that's true in your case," Colby suggested.

"Sure, I'll march right home and ask my dad to whip it out. Then send me to therapy for a year," he joked as he drank more of his beer.

"I'm sure it'd be an interesting reveal. What about you, Justin? How do the guys feel when they see a big eight incher in front of them?" Colby asked casually.

"Over eight," I corrected. That extra half inch can make a difference. "I'd say reactions are mixed. Some can't wait to try it out, others are sure I'd kill them with it," I laughed.

"Which camp are you in, Anderson? Can't wait, or scared he'll kill you?"

"I've learned how to handle it when it's my turn to bottom," he answered almost diplomatically.

"I'd like to see that. Would almost defy the laws of physics, something that size entering something that small. Do you mind someone watching you guys fool around?"

Anderson laughed. "Boy is that the question of the day."

"I'm intrigued. Why?"

"We were at a nude beach this morning and there were other people there who saw us," Anderson revealed.

"You give them a show?" Colby grinned, looking at me.

I answered for him this time. "At first, we just walked around so Anderson could get used to it. He's never been naked in public before. Met a guy and girl from Saskatchewan making out, so I think it got Anderson here a little horny when he saw the guy all boned up and ready to go."

"Damn, I love watching people doing it in public. One minute you're watching, getting hornier than hell, next minute you're accidentally fucking one of them," he said grinning.

"How do you accidentally fuck someone?" Anderson asked.

"It just happens. One minute you're talking, the next you're having a few beers together. Before you know it, you've let your dick slide up inside them. Ideally, it's a nice tight snatch with large fun bags, but hey, I'm not turning down a hot guy if that's where the party takes me. It's all good."

"Ummm, I don't think straight guys would like that," Anderson reasoned uncomfortably.

"Boys, boys, this is the 21st century. Straight, gay, bisexual, it's all a social construct. Carpe Diem. Seize the day. People don't know what they like half the time. It's the job of extroverts to show others that life is an adventure to be enjoyed to the fullest. Am I right, or am I right?"

Yeah, he's piling it on thick now. Someone's been taking acting lessons. "I think extroverts do have a tendency to push introverts out of their shell a bit more than they normally would be comfortable with," I agreed.

"Does it give you a bit of a thrill when people watch you make out, Anderson?" Colby asked.

"I dunno," Anderson replied quietly.

"Come on, seriously? What was it like at the beach today? Did you get turned on a little?" He pushed.

"I liked watching the guy and girl make out. That was pretty hot. I think I'd have liked it more if I hadn't been naked and worried about getting an erection," he admitted. "I wasn't as excited when people were watching me and Justin. I think I was sort of freaking out, actually."

"I think you just need to get used to it. Trust me, once you learn to enjoy yourself, you're going to get a wild thrill out of being watched, I promise. Are you self-conscious because you're uncut?"

"I wasn't until now," he replied as he took another chug of his beer, his face still relaying that he didn't enjoy it yet. "Is that a bad thing or something?"

"No. Depends on the penis. Some uncut dicks are bad because the guy has no clue how to look after him. Probably the single mom home where they don't explain shit to their kid. Of course, those are the same kids that sit to pee and wipe their dicks with toilet paper."

Am I imagining it, or is he starting to sound like me a little? Disturbing that this is his alter ego personality. I was hoping for someone completely opposite that I could have my own roleplay with. If I want to fool around with myself, I'll just get my vibrating dildo and stand in front of the full-length mirror.

"Stand up and let me see," Colby said to him. Anderson just quickly looked at me.

"Hey if he's interested in it, show him," I shrugged to indicate that it's not a big deal.

Anderson paused for a few seconds, and I wasn't sure he'd stand up. He did though. He put his drink aside first, and then stood up out of the water.

"It looks good on you," Colby commented as we both stared at him. "The skin just covers the head and it hangs nicely over your balls. Does the foreskin pull back easily?"

"I think so. It pulls back easy enough for me," he admitted.

I reached up and took hold of it. "It actually does move pretty smoothly." As I said it, I slowly pulled the skin back to show him.

"Nice head on it," Colby said appreciatively. "Does the skin go all the way back when you get hard, or does it stay over the head?"

"Mostly it pulls all the way back," Anderson admitted. "Sometimes if I'm not super hard, I have to pull it back a bit."

"I'm not used to uncut cocks, but I got admit, this is a nice one," Colby said as he waded over. "Do you mind?"

"Mind?" Anderson asked sound confused.

"If I check it out." Colby clarified as he reached up to take a hold of it and play with the skin, sliding it back and forth. "Nice. Nice. That's almost fascinating to watch."

As he manipulated the skin on Anderson's penis, the 16-year-old had no control as it slowly grew to full length.

"I like it. Great thickness on it. You're gonna please a lot of tight bussys with this," Colby said appreciatively. "Justin, stand up and let me see yours to compare it to."

I didn't hesitate, and stood up. I mean it's not like Colin hadn't seen this almost more than he'd seen his own. Let's be honest here, I'd still stand up if this was some random one-night hookup, like `Colby'.

Colby gave, what in my opinion, was a slightly overexaggerated gasp. "Now that's a cock. Shit, I almost need two hands. Can you really handle something that size?" He asked Anderson.

"I'm getting better at it, but I gotta be really relaxed when he wants me to bottom. If I'm not, it doesn't fit," he admitted, still remaining whelmed by the whole situation. Yes, I said whelmed. He wasn't overwhelmed or underwhelmed, so what else would you call it?

"I love checking out cocks, side my side. Anderson, yours may not be as long as Justin's but it's got more girth to it which is perfect. I've heard that thick is sometimes better than longer. Which do you prefer?"

Anderson just shrugged as he stood there watching his cock being handled by this stranger.

"I'm a fan of long and thick," I joked. "Okay, you've seen us. Seems only fair for it to be your turn now, "I said as I stared down at him only centimetres from our erections.

Colby stood up and I smiled. He was obviously having fun as he was as hard as we were. I reached over to take a hold of it. "That's not a bad size. What are you about 5, 5½?"

"7½," he replied, giving me a look that says he'll get even later. I used my other hand to fondle his nuts. Those aren't bad either. You just drain them? They always hang low like this, or do they tighten up?"

"When they're as warm as they are in the hot tub, they hang. Otherwise, these are rock solid dude. It's a cum factory down there."

You'd assume he was bragging for Anderson's sake, but trust me he's not. He really is a cum factory. Why do you think I keep him around? Some would argue it's only for his money, but trust me I honestly and wholeheartedly wouldn't care if he was broke, and only had a couple hundred million dollars; as long as he's still as sexy.

What if he decided he was trans, and wanted his dick removing, you ask? I mean I know not everyone asked, but someone did. I know how your minds work. If he did, which there is zero chance of by the way, I honestly don't know how I'd feel. I'd like to believe I'd be okay with it, but I'd struggle to be with someone who didn't have a penis to suck, and fuck me with. It's sort of my whole thing. I'd still love him the same, but I'd be confused over how to have sex. I think because we already have an open relationship, and I've been known to occasionally play with other guys, I'd be able to adapt. Now if he kept the dick and just wanted to be more feminine and grow boobs, that's a different story. I think he might actually get hotter, and I'd be back to boning him three times a day.

Let's all pause and get that visual in our heads. A beautiful 5'11" blonde babe with long hair, with almost no body fat, tight abs, a 7½ inch cut penis over tight, round, smooth, balls. Topped off with a set of double D's on his chest. Not sure how big double D's are, so maybe that's too big, but a nice perky set that's just a good handful. I'd be into that.

"You wanna take a feel?" I asked Anderson as I held Colby's junk towards him

"I'm good thanks. I can see it from here."

Colby stared at both of us as we stood literally dick to dick. "Let's face it, I think you're both hot. I think it's safe to say we're all a little hornier now. The fantasy in my mind right now is to see you two together. I can't even imagine how something that size goes up inside you," he said grinning at Anderson. "How about you two kiss for me?"

I looked at Anderson, and gently placed my hand on the back of his head. He got the idea. I leaned in and he accepted my kiss quickly. He was probably just happy to be able to close his eyes to help him feel less self-conscious. At first, he only turned his head, but as we got kissing, he swiveled the rest of his body so that we were fully pressed against each other. I put my hands on his ass and squeezed, which seemed to give him permission to put his hand on my back for support. When we finally broke apart, he did the typical guy thing and wiped his lips dry.

Colby was just smiling as he watched us. "I love that phase of a relationship where you're so hot together that it still feels completely new. I've seen kissing before, but that was up there with the best of them. For the record, if you kiss like that in public, even a homophobe will get excited. The way those dicks stayed hard, it's obvious you two are really into each other."

He reached out to take hold of each of us, and began stroking as he looked back and forth. "It'd be a real shame to waste these erections considering the great vibe you two put out together," Colby said as he sank to his knees in front of us, as we stood there in the hot bubbling water. Now I know what an egg felt like. I'm officially a hard-boiled Justin.

He played with our cocks for a bit before slowly moving in on Anderson's and slipping it into his mouth. Anderson just stared at me, and I smiled back. Guess he knows I was right about him picking up Colby. Once Colby had enjoyed Anderson's cock enough, he turned and gave me only a half assed effort. I know his focused blowjob as opposed to the, `I'm just doing this as an aside to get to the good stuff', blowjob.

"Anderson, can you deep throat that, or are you gagging on it?" Colby asked as he sat back staring at both of us.

"We're working on it," I replied before he could push Anderson further.

"Those are both nice though," he complimented as he stood up. "Now that we're all just a little more relaxed, should we move to the bed and get better acquainted, or would you like to keep fooling around in here? I mean I'd love to watch you two fuck, but I'm okay in either location."

"Where would you prefer?" I asked Colby.

"On the bed. If someone gets wet, I want it to be because I'm good, not because they were in a hot tub," he joked.

"I'd totally be into that," I agreed, "Anderson?"

"Ummm, I guess the bed, but I might be too nervous, which means my ass wouldn't open up," he said with quiet reservation.

"I think we could get you over your nerves," Colby grinned. "I'm guessing now you've seen me naked, you both want me. How about if Justin fucks me first while you watch, Anderson? That might help you calm down, and get you hornier. Then I could watch Justin do you next."

"We're still new to the idea of playing with others," I reminded him. "We only fooled around outside for the first time today."

"Monogamy is another one of those social constructs anyway. All you have to do is give each other permission to drop expected societal norms so we can explore the beauty of other bodies to their full potential. We release the free spirit inside all of us."

I almost laughed. Social construct, societal norms, and free spirit? Where does he come up with this? He's been viewing hippie Tik Tok channels, hasn't he?

"A proper three-way might even help you two get some sleep tonight. I know it'll make me as horny as fuck, and the valet might just get the benefit of that later."

"What if he's not gay?" Anderson asked logically.

"You for real? Buddy. I realize you might be reasonably new to all this, but trust me. A little weed and alcohol to let out the inner beast found in all guys, and he'll be begging me to make him cum before the night is over. He'll probably even think it was his idea."

Anderson drank more of his beer, almost as if he were chugging it. Do you think it's because he's liking it now, or to get drunk and give himself permission for the three-way? Yeah...he probably just likes the beer.

We made random small talk for a bit longer, and Colin/Colby was being a bit of a tease under the water. He took plenty of opportunities to play with my cock, and I played with his. His occasional smile at me, seemed to indicate he was into his roleplaying, and probably couldn't wait to get Anderson onto the bed. I was pretty sure from some of Anderson's movements that perhaps Colby wasn't just playing with me under the bubbles. We eventually got out and dried off as we were starting to prune.

"You boys are horny, aren't you?" He grinned as he reached over to take hold of both of us at the same time again. "Erections everywhere. Let's go take care of them. Normally I'd be into a full make-out session, maybe even a sleepover event, but I have plans at 11 already, so we'll have to skip the foreplay. I'd really just like to see this monster fit into that tiny crevice."

He turned Anderson around so we could look at his ass, and when he pulled a cheek open, my dick throbbed slightly in his hand. Colby looked at me with a grin.

"I felt that. Someone loves that ass, as much as this ass probably loves that cock. Am I right? I'm right," he said answering his own question. What a narcissist. I couldn't imagine having that around all the time.

He took Anderson by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I followed and watch him spin Anderson around so that his back was against the bed. Colby stood right in front of him, and reached around to grab a good solid feel of both Anderson's ass cheeks, and squeezed.

"So, you just want to watch us fuck?" I asked to clarify it.

"Eventually, but go nice and slow so I can watch the hole open to accept you. That is really the hottest part of any fuck. When the person you're entering, gives in and submits to you, allowing the most intimate of actions between to people to occur."

Blech, I think I'm gonna hurl. He is talking about just fucking some guy's ass, right? How is that intimate? Get in there, pound the hell out of him until you nut a massive load into him and pull out. That's about as intimate as a zombie attack. Fuck 'em and chuck 'em, that's what I always say.

"First, let's get to know each other a bit better." Colby pushed Anderson back on the bed and had him lie down, his legs hanging over the side. He dropped to his knees and spread Anderson's legs apart as he ran his hands up and down the firm thighs. "Love the muscles on these legs," he said appreciatively before cupping Anderson's balls in one hand.

I just watched him interact while Anderson stared at the ceiling. I moved onto the bed and knelt beside Anderson, while allowing myself to watch Colby as well. I leaned in to give him a kiss. "This is hot. My boyfriend being used by another hot guy. You're gonna enjoy this, babe."

"We'll see," he said looking up at me. Colin...sorry...Colby, worked the pole like a belt sander, and when he pushed Anderson's legs up a bit to lick down his crack, Anderson tensed right up. I think he figured he was about to get fucked. He probably was, but not just yet. Colby had other ideas.

"Justy, how about you kneel over Anderson with your ass hanging off the end of the bed. Let me get a taste of that. You two should kiss while I'm working on both of you. That'd be hot."

Did he just call me Justy? Let's see how he likes being called Colon from now on. I flipped around onto my knees and positioned myself over Anderson. Colby now had access to both of us, which meant he could lick all the way down my ass, over Anderson's cock and down to his pink hole, then back up again. I was sure he was going to get Anderson to fuck me first, as he positioned the strong erection up along my ass crack, and snapped it against me a few times. The whole time, he licked both of us and probed my hole with his fingers. I felt him push the tip of Anderson's cock against my hole, and prepared myself for entry. It didn't happen, but he did take the opportunity to lick us again. He paused and added a lot more lube to me so that he could use two fingers to open me up better. He stood and quickly pushed himself inside. He normally doesn't go in this fast, but maybe `Colby' isn't as experienced as Colin. He grabbed my hips and just started fucking.

"Anderson, slide out from under Justin, and let him suck your fat dick. Give me something to watch while I fuck this hole. You get fucked a lot don't you, Justin? I can tell by how much space there is in there."

He keeps up these insults, and he's sleeping in the guest house from now on...while locked in a chastity cage. There is not extra room in my ass. It's as tight as a virgin in a salt factory. (In order to explain that, let's go with salt shrivels things up like slugs. Imagine your pucker doing the same. I suppose if you have to explain the analogy, it's maybe not that good.) Anywho...

Anderson moved to kneel in front of me and inched his way forward until his cock was right in my face. I lowered my head down on it and sucked away happily, as Colby fucked my ass, probably just as happily. I sucked for a minute or so before stopping. I knew if I did too much, my boyfriend would be reaching a climax long before we wanted him to, and that's never good. I paused and looked up at him. "69 me babe," I said grinning.

Anderson surprised me by not hesitating. He swung around and slid underneath. I felt him take hold of my cock at the same time I grabbed his. I went back down on him, but he just continued to play with my junk with his hands. Occasionally he'd lean up and give it a bit of a lick, or suck the tip in his mouth, but he wasn't really deep throating anything, or even giving what could be defined as a blowjob.

Colby suddenly pulled out and slapped my ass. "Not bad. I could work with that again. I think you'd be a lot of fun to double fuck. It'd be nice and tight that way. Anderson, how about you lie on your back while Justin stands beside the bed. Let me see him use his monster cock on you. That's what I really wanna watch."

Did he just say I had a sloppy ass again? I might just tie this pretentious rich dude up and let him see what a real double penetration feels like. Let's see how many smart-ass comments he throws out when Anderson and I are both balls deep in him. Colby may have a fancy car, but I'm the one with the hot boyfriend that's about to get fucked with 8½ inches.

Colby reached over and grabbed a pillow to stuff under Anderson's lower back, raising him up to the right height as he prepared him for the fuck. He grabbed the lube next and opened it.

"You want to lube yourselves up, or are you good with me doing it?" He asked holding the bottle up.

"Go for it," I said, as both Anderson and I watched Colby pour some into his finger.

"Let's get a good amount into this sweet hole," he said almost licking his lips in anticipation. I focused on his finger as it rubbed Anderson's entrance and then slowly vanished inside. "Wow, that's a tight tunnel. Shit, I think I even heard it squeak when my finger slid in. Shows how tiny that really is. You can really get that pole in there?"

"I can. It took a few attempts at first, but now he's pretty good at it," I replied as watched him work Anderson's hole thoroughly.

He pulled out a couple times to add lube before he re-entered. I noticed that he pushed the full length of his index finger in, and having been the recipient of it many many times, I could almost feel it inside Anderson. Once he was done with that, he made quick work of greasing up my pole next. He didn't spend as much time on it as most guys do when they play with me for the first time. It's as if he was used to something this size. I let Colby lower my dick into position and guide me into Anderson's ass.

"I got it from here, thanks," I said as the rubbery head of my penis was pressing firmly into Anderson's lubed starfish entrance. Colby sat down next to us, and watched with laser focus as I entered my boyfriend. Roleplaying can be a real mindfuck, especially when you're playing two different games at once. It feels bizarre calling Colin, Colby, and even weirder pretending Anderson is my boyfriend, while my husband/random stranger is watching us fuck.

"Ohhh, there it is," he said excitedly as Anderson's sphincter opened and sucked the head inside. He looked at Anderson's face for the reaction. "Feels good?"

"It always hurts a first as it goes in," Anderson said trying to concentrate on breathing. His hands had now moved to the control position, which was on each of my thighs. He would apply pressure to slow me down, and relax if he was doing okay. Right now, he was just holding them, but with each inch I could feel him tense his hand a little in preparation.

Colby reached for Anderson's cock and firmly held it upright. "This is how you know he loves it. A lot of boys will be soft while you fuck them the first few times, but after they come to realize how good it is, you get rock hard boners every time. He's even leaking," he said as he wiped the tip with his other hand and licked it clean. "Mmmmm. Tasty. Do you ever cum from just being fucked and not jerking off?"

"No. I don't think it's happened," Anderson replied.

"The way you're reacting, I'd say it'll happen one day. Best feeling in the world. He hits that magic spot and you climax like you've never climaxed before. I shouldn't just sit here watching like a creeper though. Anderson, I'll sit on your face and give you something to do while I enjoy watching Justin rail that amazing ass."

He didn't waste time as he straddled Anderson's head and lowered himself onto his face. Anderson quickly moved his hands from my thighs to Colby's ass. It's more of that self-preservation thing. If he couldn't breathe, he could push Colby up off him. That action supersedes any desire to slow down my cock in his ass.

"Oh yeah. Get that tongue right up in there. Just enjoy yourself," Colby moaned as he looked at me.

I just playfully stuck my tongue out at him, and he blew me a hands-free air kiss. He leaned forward slightly to cup Anderson's balls and pull the entire package towards himself so he could see my cock drilling Anderson's ass. He grinned and gave me a thumbs up. That either means he likes it, or he wants to put his thumb in there as well. He watched for another couple minutes, before switching things up again.

"That's a pretty good tongue you got there, buddy," Colby said as he sat upright a little, getting off Anderson's face. "Change positions. You two lie on the bed side by side. Anderson in front so I can watch Justin get back into you."

We switched around and as Anderson became the little spoon again in front of me, Colby lifted his top leg over mine and then took hold of my dick to guide it back into the sweet hole. I put my arm around Anderson and resumed fucking him. Colin made sure to pull Anderson's leg further over mine so that he was wide open. He then lay down in front of us so he could watch up close.

"Damn, that's hot," he exclaimed as he leaned in to fondle out balls and rub my cock as it went in and out of my weekend boyfriend. He didn't stop there as he moved to lick and suck our balls. "You two have nice round ball sacks. Perfect. Anderson, I think I'd like to taste that cock of yours, but I don't want you to feel like this is just all one sided. I'll give you my cock to suck at the same time so you don't feel like you're just being used."

He spun around so that he and Anderson were now 69ing. He pushed his cock down towards Anderson's mount and watched as it touched his lips. I honestly expected some resistance, but Anderson just opened up and accepted it. Colby leaned in and began sucking my boyfriend's hard pole, while at the same time playing with our balls.

I felt Anderson tighten up moments later, but with a cock in his mouth, he hadn't thrown out any sort of a verbal warning. Colby began to cough a little, and after only a few seconds, eased up and took a deep breath. "Now that's a load. Wow. I can see why you two are together. You're both hot as fuck in the sack." He pulled out of Anderson's mouth and sat up. He shuffled over towards Anderson's head, turned it to face him and slid his cock back into the eager mouth. I'm guessing on the eager thing, but since Anderson wasn't complaining, he seemed eager enough. Colby slowly face-fucked him as he held the back of Anderson's head.

"Normally when it gets this good, we'd ramp it up and go all night. Unfortunately, I have to get going as I promised the valet I'd show up at 11."

"Hey, you know what they say," I grinned, "a bird in the hand..."

"Yeah, in most cases that's true, but when I get him into the bush, I'm gonna rock his world. I can't pass that up. Hopefully we'll run into each other again, and have a 24 non-stop marathon. I would really enjoy a whole night with you guys, and ramp this up a lot further."

"I could give you my number and we could arrange to meet," I offered.

"Not my style. If it's meant to be, we'll hook up again. If it's not, then we had our fun and moved on. At least you're leaving me with a new education. Who knew that a tiny ass like that could open up far enough to take something that size. I guess I won't be scared of popping some of the tiny cherries now."

He climbed off the bed and stood behind me. He put his hand on my ass and squeezed as he watched me continue to fuck Anderson.

"So fucking impressive. Wish I could stay and have a turn in there myself, but a promise is a promise." He slapped my ass a couple times, and then went to get his clothes. I pulled out of Anderson and let him relax. He stayed where he was, as I went over to Colby who was finishing putting his clothes back on. E crawled

"Thanks boys. I'll be thinking of how fucking hot you two are while I'm railing the ass off the valet later tonight. I should go as he's almost off shift. Of course, if you give me one of your hotel keys, I could swing by around 3am and climb into bed with you for round two."

I turned to reach for one of the keys, but Anderson wasn't quite that enthusiastic. "Umm, I think I'm probably done for today. I'm pretty exhausted, and we have to leave early in the morning to get home in time."

"Yeah, that," I said putting my hand down, instead of continuing to go for the keycard.

"A shame, but if you find yourself with free time before you leave, call my room, and I'll bring the bone over. Anyway, time to go. I promised the valet he could try out the car and go for a ride. He probably thinks those are the same thing. He'd be wrong, but I'll bet he's never been screwed over the hood of a Lambo before."

I looked at Anderson. "Hey, neither have you. Strange how coincidences show up like that."

He just gave me a dirty look.

I walked Colby to the door and he leaned in to kiss me, and whisper in my ear. "Have fun."

"You too. Say hi to the valet for me. Remember, pictures or it never happened," I teased. He stuck his tongue out at me and left.

I returned to bed and cuddled up against Anderson who was still lying there. "How'd you like that?" I asked kissing him gently on the neck.

"It was okay. Colby kind of had that same look that Steve's friends do when they know they get to fuck me. At least he was good looking and much younger than those older guys."

"I'll say. He was cute as fuck. I'd have happily let him be the meat in our sandwich all night."

"I dunno. I'm not sure how I felt about him. He was sort of strange."

"Strange how?"

"I dunno. He was confusing. Like he was trying too hard to be someone he's not. Coming across as all caring about our feelings, while at the same time sounding almost narcissistic. I imagine him like one of those influencers. Fake as fuck in public, but entirely different in private. I dunno. I just got a bit of a fake vibe from him."

"I can see that," I nodded. Well Colby's gonna be upset that his roleplay acting wasn't perfect. Colin won't care as he got Anderson. "But the big questions are; was he good at sucking dick and how was his?"

"Shut up!" Anderson laughed. "I actually thought he was gonna fuck me. I was genuinely surprised he didn't."

"I'd bet that if he hadn't arranged to meet the valet, he would have. I'm sure he would have stayed all night too."

"Probably. He's maybe the only guy to ever have sex with me and NOT fuck me. All those guys at Steve's do. Usually after they fuck me, the say I'm the best they've ever had, and that if I ever needed a place to live, I could call them. I'm pretty sure they tell all the cute boys that though, because I've heard them say it to Layne, and even Blake."

"I'm not worried about Blake. One day with him, and they'll pay us to take him back," I joked.

"I kinda like Blake. I mean not for sex or anything," he clarified quickly, "I just like how outgoing and positive he is. You rarely hear him being unhappy or saying anything negative. I like that."

"So true," I said as I kissed down Anderson's body stopping at all the tourist attractions along the way, until I got to his balls, and kissed each one several time. Eventually, I moved up his body, kissing his smooth abs and chest as I went. I lay partially on top of him and slightly beside him as I enjoyed the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I gently kissed his neck and ears, before leaning over to get to his lips.

We rolled around into several different positions for the next couple hours and none of it was like a mad fuck frenzy. At one point he entered me and gently fucked as we kissed. This might have one of those times I almost came without touching myself. I can honestly say I wasn't having sex with him; I think we actually made love. I have no idea what caused the change in Anderson so dramatically and suddenly, but I have a feeling it has something to do with Colin. Perhaps Anderson was trying to solidify our friendship in hopes that if he continued to impress, then he'd be allowed more freedom with the cars. This is Kurt 2.0 if I'm being honest. I didn't discuss it with him, and just enjoyed the moment. Once I'd gotten him to cum again, we decided to shower and clean up before getting some sleep.

He was truly exhausted and fell asleep within minutes. I admit I was a bit creepy, and watched him sleep. I pushed the covers back once to check out his body again, and I almost wanted to go another round, but I let him sleep. In the middle of the night, I awoke to find him lying face down, snuggled up against me with a hand over my chest. I maneuvered one of my hands to place it on his back and fell asleep again. When I woke again, this time in the morning, we'd switched positions and he was now the little spoon again and my arm was holding him against me. I could feel my morning wood pressing against his ass, and normally I'd have just pushed it down and slipped inside, but I really needed to pee, so I slowly eased off him and went to the bathroom. I returned, having gotten rid of the gallons of pee, and my morning wood. Since I'd been gone, he'd turned over and was now facing towards me. I slipped back under the covers and put my hand on his hip as I prepared to go back to sleep for a bit.

"Are you watching me sleep,' he asked quietly, almost scaring the crap out of me. I looked at him hard, but he still looked asleep as his eyes were closed, and had made no indication he was awake.

Two can play this game. "No, I'm still sleeping. What about you? Are you looking at me, and wondering if you're allowed to give me a blowjob? Because the answer is yes. It'll always be yes."

His hand moved slowly to reach for my penis and take hold of it. "Nice!" He still hadn't opened his eyes.

"How did you know I was watching you?" I asked, staring at his face for some telltale sign. Like maybe he had a third eye somewhere that I wasn't aware of. Although I think I'd have found it by now if he did have one. I've been all over this boy's body several times already, with several more planned.

"Super power," he replied.

"Good super power. Not completely useful in a crisis, but a good party trick. Now that we're awake, you just have to ask yourself, would you like to suck the cock you're holding, or would you like me to insert it somewhere?"

He finally moved as he grinned and opened his eyes. Damn he's got a cute wake up look. "Can I tell you something? He asked as he blinked a couple times, making him even cuter in my opinion.

"Of course."

"Don't think I'm weird or anything, but I'm really enjoying this weekend together," he said quietly, as he held my dick, and looked into my eyes.

"Doesn't sound weird at all. I'm guessing the cars are the part that you're most excited about," I reasoned.

"Actually, I'm liking all of it. Even some of the sex stuff. I mean I'm still straight, but it's been kind of nice. I mean you're not like the other guys I've met, like Steve and his friends. You're easy to talk to and sex is sort of fun with you. I mean you do a lot of it. More than I think I'd normally do with a girl, but I think I'm enjoying it. Is that weird? It's weird for me to be straight and like it, isn't it?"

"Not at all. You can be straight and enjoy being with another guy. Nothing wrong with that at all. How did you like last night when Colby joined us?"

"I loved talking to Colby about his cars and stuff. That was totally great. He's good looking, for a guy, and I guess I was mostly okay having sex with him. I think it helped knowing you were here in case things went too far and I panicked.

"Went too far?" I grinned. "How far would that be exactly?"

He smiled sweetly. "Not sure, but I kinda hope I get to see him again someday."

"He was that good at sex?" I teased. "Should I be worried that I'm going to lose my fake boyfriend?"

"No," he said smiling. "I meant I wanna see him again so I can check out his cars."

"How did I know that that was going to be your answer?" I reached over and took hold of his penis which was, as expected, fully hard. It's the normal way a 16-year-old boy wakes up. "Would you like to take care of this before we get up and have a shower?"

"Yeah," he replied almost seductively. "Could we do it like yesterday morning? I sort of liked that."

I turned over and spooned back against him. "You know where the lube and my ass are. Go for it."

I couldn't help but be amused at his sudden burst of energy. He leaned over me to get the lube, and then rolled me onto my stomach as he climbed on top. He fingered lube into my ass, coated his cock, and drove himself inside. Hormones rule both your penis and brain at this age, and he was fully raging. He stayed in basically a push-up position and gave me a generic good old-fashioned fuck, lasting about 30 seconds, before he announced a loud `whooooo' sound, and stopped moving while deep inside me. I could hear him breathing heavily as he came down from his quick orgasm. He started to pull back, so I moved my hand to his ass to stop him.

"Time for the advanced class," I remarked as I looked back. "Stay inside and just lie down."

"That was good," he said as he collapsed on top of me, with his head right beside mine. "My dick is usually pretty sensitive after I cum," he announced, as if he that were a symptom that he, and he alone, was afflicted with.

"I know, but here's a fun trick that'll set you aside from other guys. Stay inside and just gently move your ass back and forth. Add a small amount of stimulation while kissing as you come down from the high of the orgasm."

To demonstrate the point, I turned my head and kissed him. He returned the kiss, and tried his best to do a good job. We still have some work to do on it, but at least he's making the attempt. I felt him slowly moving his ass up and down which felt nice. Like a little vibrating butt plug. After a few minutes of that, he moaned slightly and started moving just a little faster. I grinned as I rubbed his ass that I'd still been holding in case he tried to exit me.

"It's starting to feel good again, isn't it?" I asked with a grin, as he basically had his head right beside mine on the pillow. I loved feeling him on top of me as he was nice and warm.

"Yeah. I think I'm fully hard again," he admitted.

"I'm pretty sure you never went soft. It's sort of the recharge phase. You go down 50% after hitting your climax, then allow your body to recover while telling your penis that you're not completely done yet."

"Is it the same with girls?" He asked.

"With a girl, you're best to pull out after you cum, while you're still hard. That way nothing leaks out of the condom when your penis begins to deflate. It can still be the same though. You lie up against her kissing until you're ready to go again. Slap on a new condom and get back in the game."

"Cool. I guess guys don't have to worry about getting pregnant, huh?" He asked as he moved a little faster.

"That we don't. Plus, I love having a guy's cum in me. It's a very special bond that you form," I said sweetly. Yeah, I know. I'm laying it on pretty thick, but I mean he is still fucking me, and he should know how enjoyable it is for both parties. "Ohhh, I can feel your cock getting bigger," I said, overexaggerating the sigh. I couldn't feel it, but he didn't know that. "Fuck me, baby. Round two, and really pound me!"

He picked up speed while still laying fully on top, but once his hormones raced back into the game, he pushed back up on his hands and began to slam the hell out of me. I could feel him beginning to sweat as he made guttural noises with each thrust. A couple of times I shoved my ass up to meet his thrust and I think he got the message about how much better it felt. I began to close my legs, and he eased his over to the outside of mine as I brought them together. This allowed me to tighten my ass with each thrust and we couldn't have had more movement if we'd been in a bouncy house.

"Oh god!!" he suddenly cried out and slammed hard into me. He held himself there for several seconds before collapsing on me again. He was sweating pretty hard and I loved it. That indicated he'd given it some effort instead of just phoning it in to get it over with.

"How was that?" He asked still partially out of breath, and I was impressed that he hadn't tried to pull out. He's a fast learner.

"That was fuckin' awesome, buddy. How'd you like the second round?"

"Not bad. I've never done that before. I've had lots of times where I've been fucked a few times one after another, but ever been the one to do it though."

"Well, that wasn't bad at all. By the time you've had your fourth orgasm I think it'll be safe to say you'll be ready for any situation."

"Fourth? You mean like in a row?" He asked surprised.

"I'm just joking. I mean technically if you're laying in bed with someone after sex, and you both get horny again, then you can do it as many times as you could handle. No rules on that. Same as right now, you can stay inside and wait until you want to go again, or pull out and we can get on with our day."

"I think I'm done, if that's okay," he said as his breathing had gotten under control.

"Of course it's okay. I just wanted you to experience what it was like to keep going after the first orgasm."

"It was actually pretty cool. I think that's a good thing to know," he reasoned as he slowly eased back out of me until his dick plopped out and he rolled off beside me.

"It is. If you end up being with a girl that's had sex before, she'll be impressed that you're not one of those guys that bails as soon as you cum. If you're with an inexperienced girl, you can be the considerate one when you ask if she came during the fuck. When she says no, and they usually say no, you can offer to go again. When she tells her friends about it, then word will spread about how good you are in bed."

He smiled. "That'd be cool. Do girls talk about stuff like that?"

"Ask yourself this...do guys?"

"All the time. Usually it's bullshit, just so they can brag about who they want us to think they got with."

"Girls will do that too, but I have a feeling they're more honest about it. If you wish, I could spread the word about how good you are. Mention your stamina for fucking, and how tight your cute ass is, or how soft your lips will feel around their cock..."

He gave a small smile. "Thanks, but that's not really the endorsement that'll help."

"Are you sure. If I gave you that endorsement around our house, ticket sales would be through the roof. We'd probably even have scalpers at the door getting premium prices."

"They would, huh? And how much are those tickets? More than a Bugatti for the weekend and two thousand dollars in cash? Shit. Sorry. That sounded funnier in my head. I don't mean it like that."

"It's all good. I don't take offense. I mean let's face it. Would you really be playing boyfriend, and having a weekend of sex with me, without those incentives? It's like a mutually exclusive agreement where we both get something."

"I guess. I just don't want you to think I'm for sale or something."

"I don't...at all," I smiled as I put my hand into his hair and stroked it as we lay together, post coital. God, I hate that word. Coital, coitus. They just sound weird. "If you'd not been sexual, I wouldn't have suggested this. But because you were open to the idea, and had some experience with guys, I thought it'd be fun."

"I was super nervous at first, but now I'm learning a lot pretending to be your boyfriend. I'm not exactly hating spending time with you," he said smiling sweetly.

"Thanks. Coming from a straight boy who I'm currently naked in bed with, that's high praise indeed. I guess we should get cleaned up and go to breakfast, unless you want to go for round three."

"I'm good for now, and I'm starving," he said as he followed me out of bed and let me hold his hand as we crossed to the bathroom. I started the shower as I felt sweaty and sticky, so I figure Anderson probably did as well. I turned around to see him peeing.

"Someone's a lot less shy than he was 24 hours ago," I commented.

"I'm not really shy. More like, reserved in unfamiliar settings. I think it'd kinda be stupid to be shy around you considering all the stuff we've done already."

"Good. Hopefully there's still more to teach you before we get back home. Just for the record, about that for sale thing...if you do have a price list ..." I chuckled.

"Shut up. You couldn't afford me," he said joking and visibly relaxing. All my brain heard is that he in fact does have a price list.

We climbed into the shower together, which helped wake us both up properly. After we'd washed our hair, alternating back and forth under the spray, I took the soap and washed his back for him...thoroughly. The ass and back of the balls are still considered the back, aren't they? Once I had him all soapy, I moved up against him and wrapped my arms around his chest and hugged him tight. He allowed himself to relax into me, so I turned his head and began kissing him. From there, I slid my hand down his body until I was holding his package fully in one hand. I made sure to rub my penis against his ass, using the slippery soap to make if feel even better. I'm pretty sure he assumed he was about to get fucked, but I just eased back, and finished the shower. He turned around, wiped the water out of his eyes and stared at me.

"Ummm..." he said.

"Ummm?" I said looking into his bright eyes.

"You're just gonna leave me hard?" He said trying not to smirk.

"Hey, you know what they say, buddy. Always leave them wanting more. Don't worry, if you're still hard when we get back to the house, I'll take care of it so many times you won't get hard for a week."

"I don't think there's ever gonna be enough sex to make that happen," he said as we got out of the shower and dried off. By the time we brushed our hair and teeth (different brushes), he was back to flaccid, but still every bit as sexy.

"Here. Wear these today," I said tossing him the assless Andrew Christian underwear after we returned to the bedroom. "Makes it easier if I just need to lower the back of your pants for any reason."

"ANY reason? Like if you want me to mule drugs up my ass?" He teased as he pulled them on.

"Yep, that's the reason. Nothing like needing to smuggle a bag of cocaine from Kelowna to Vancouver. All those damn border guards at Penticton and all," I said sarcastically as I checked him out. "Those look good on you."

I adjusted the straps under his cheeks and made sure to fluff his globes. "How do they feel?"

"Actually? Pretty comfortable. You kinda feel naked with your ass hanging out, but yet, not naked. If that makes sense."

"Total sense. Just one more thing. Underwear like this is designed to accentuate what you've got. The straps under your ass cheeks plump up your butt, like a push up bra on a girl. It also enhances the package in front."

I pulled the underwear out a bit and looked at it. "See that pouch there?"

"Yeah?" He replied.

"That's for your package," I said as I lifted it up and put it into place, and then pulled his underwear up. "There, better."

"I don't see any difference, and it's sort of uncomfortable," he commented, looking down at himself.

"You get used to it. But come over to the mirror."

I took him over to the large wall mirror and made him stand sideways. I reached back into his shorts and pulled his junk out of the pouch and reset the underwear. "Okay, that's how you look normally."

I paused and went to get my phone so I could take a picture, which showed just a bit of side cheek. It was a sexy look on him. Then I readjusted him so that his package was back in the pouch, and took a couple more pictures for him.

"See the difference now?" I grinned.

"Yeah. Wow. You don't really notice when you're the one wearing them," he said checking the pictures.

"I'll show you how to capitalize on the look when we get dressed. How about we take a few more pictures first?" I turned him to about a 45-degree angle to the mirror and took more pictures. This time clearly showing off his framed ass.

When he saw them, he nodded with a bit of a smile. "Not bad."

"I think when you're older, you'd look back at these and see how truly fuckable you are."

"I'm still not sure about that, but I'll admit I don't look hideous or anything," he said turning to look in the mirror.

"I think we can do better than hideous. Strike a few poses."

He played into it and really gave some great poses. I think his Instagram followers will be appreciative. I really wanted to strip that underwear off, and get pictures of the rest of him, but we have a couple years to wait before we can do that. Still so stupid that I can't have a picture of him naked while hard, but I can toss him into bed for the night, and go at him in person. They say it's because a picture could go out on the internet and be shared. Uhhh...hello. I could text 50 friends from the internet, and have them come over to see him naked in person, and he'd be shared. What's the difference? I'm looking at you, Karen. If you're so sensitive that you don't want to see hot naked guys on the internet, don't look for hot naked guys on the internet. Duh! Also, next time you're bitching about morality, and how frail your ego is, maybe turn off the vibrator between your legs so we can at least hear your verbal diarrhea.

I put my phone down and stood in front of him. "Damn you're top shelf fuckable, baby." I said as I pulled him against me and kissed him. As I did it, I shoved my hand down the front of his shorts and grabbed his entire package. "You have no idea how badly I wanna throw you on the bed and fuck you all day, but I guess if we do that, we'll never get home." I gave him a firm squeeze and then removed my hand.

"Probably not," he said as he wiped his lips. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course," I said as we moved apart and he went for clothes.

"If I had a new girlfriend, would I have as much sex as this?"

I laughed. "You'd actually want sex this much, but you'd be with a girl. So no, you definitely wouldn't get it as much as this."

He nodded. "That's good, I think. I'd probably not have enough energy."

"Are you saying I'm wearing you out?" I grinned as I got dressed as well.

"Kinda, but it's okay, I'm still having a great time. I just mean that if I had a girlfriend who wanted this much sex everyday, I couldn't handle it all the time."

I patted him on the back. "Oh yeah? What if she had 20 supercars, and said she'd go one for one with you. One hour of sex for one hour of driving?"

He laughed. "Then look out, we're doing 12 hours of sex and 12 hours of driving everyday."

"And when would you sleep?"

"Probably during the 12 hours of sex time. If she's that horny, I'll work on sleeping while she has her fun with me. Win win for everyone."

I made a note to train him to sleep while having sex. We made our way down to the restaurant for breakfast.

We were shown to a seat, and had just started to look through the menu when Colby strolled through the door. I waved to him and he smiled when he saw us. Anderson didn't appear quite as enthusiastic as Colby approached, but at least he was polite to him

"Morning Colby," Anderson said, almost surprising me with the mild enthusiasm.

"Hey guys. Looks like you survived the night. May I join you for breakfast? Have you ordered yet?"

"No, we just got here. Have a seat.," I replied.

"Thanks. You two look like you were awake all night," he teased.

"Almost. How'd your night go after you left?" I asked casually as we took our time reviewing breakfast options. Chicken and waffles? Really? Even steak and eggs seemed so un-breakfast like to me. Bring me hash browns, bacon, eggs, toast, maybe waffles or pancakes, and bacon. Yeah, I know I said bacon twice. We've already established that I like bacon.

We paused as the waitress came, and we told her we'd decided to just do the buffet. She brought as all coffee, so I guess she has some function.

"Let's grab some food, and I'll tell you all about it," Colby suggested as we all got up to fill some plates. They had pretty much everything. I know I said I like bacon, and that's true, but they also had eggs benedict which is a close second. For the record, either they need bigger plates, or I need more hands for all this food. Just an observation. We returned to the table with more treasure than Nicholas Cage could ever find, and got down to enjoying it.

"So, after I left you guys, I met up with the valet and we went driving for a couple hours. He's a pretty good driver, which I guess is an important part of being a valet attendant," he smiled. "He's a nice guy too. Got to know him pretty well."

"Oh yeah?" I smirked. "How well was that?"

"Let's just say about as well as I got to know you two yesterday," he bragged.

"Really. You giving out details?" I asked. I mean if he wasn't handing them out here, he was damn well going to hand them out when we got home.

"I shouldn't, but like it matters. After we drove around, I invited him to smoke pot with me on the beach. We put the car back under the hotel and hoofed it over to the edge of the beach near the bushes..."

I laughed. "Oh my god, did you really get your bird in the bush?"

"What bird?" Anderson asked staring at both of us.

"The little chicken. That's what we call a twink like you. Chicken. So yeah, I got my bird in the bush," Colby chuckled. "We sat looking out at the moonlight, and sparked up a couple of joints. We got to talking about his job and his home life, and he barely even noticed as I unbuttoned his shirt to check him out. Then I got him out of his pants so I could see the rest of him. From there one thing led to another, and he just let me play with him."

"Play with him?" Anderson asked frowning just a little. "Like sex?"

Colby just grinned and pulled out his phone. "Something like this," he said showing us pictures, which started with them smoking the joints to the shirt coming off and being removed. Then it was clear shots of the guy completely naked and hard. "Yeah, it was a fun night, that's for sure. He showed us more pictures, only this time they got a lot more graphic. The first few were of the valet sucking Colby's cock, as Colby knelt beside him. None of the pictures showed Colby's face, but I'd know that cock anywhere.

"Did he know you were taking pictures?" Anderson asked, sounding concerned.

"They were actually his idea," Colby nodded. "Here, see." He showed us one that was obviously a selfie taken by the valet. He had Colby's cock in his mouth while partially smiling. The pictures became even more graphic as he got to ones of them fucking. I raised my eyebrow as I looked at my husband seated across from me. He just gave me wink. As he slowly scrolled through them, my cock had gotten so hard it was actually hurting in my pants. I mean I did tell him pictures or it never happened. It obviously happened.

"Wait. Go back. Who took that picture?" Anderson inquired. "Did you stop to place it for a timed shot? That's impressive dedication to a picture if you did."

It was clearly taken from further back than you could do just holding it out. It clearly showed Colin kneeling behind the valet fucking his ass off. I could also see both sets of balls, which made it a very nice shot. Something you could frame as an entry picture in the lobby.

"That's where the night really got interesting," Colby grinned.

"It wasn't interesting up until then?" Anderson asked looking shocked.

"Oh, no offense to you guys at all. You two were amazing. Especially you Anderson. I'm sure Jeremy learned a thing or two from those skills you have."

"Justin," I corrected. He's gonna pay for throwing shade at me like that.

"Whatever," he shrugged. "I meant it was interesting late-night activity with the valet. This drunk guy showed up out of nowhere and stood off in the shadows watching us. Once I saw him, I waved him over. I'm pretty sure he thought about bolting when I acknowledged him, but since I was boning the valet, I guess he figured it didn't matter.

"Damn. So what happened? Did you just ask him to take pictures of you guys? How old was he?" Anderson asked, seemingly becoming intrigued, or in awe...maybe disbelief?

"At first, I thought he was about 30, as he had his long hair tied back, but once I freed it, I guessed he was more like 25. He moved over to us, where I had the valet on his knees, ass up, head down, fucking him. He noticed the guy approaching, and almost went into a fight or flight mode, but I calmed him down. I unbuttoned the drunk guy's pants and fished out his cock to suck him off. As I figured, he'd been enjoying the show and was already hard, so it didn't take much to get him to join in. I had him take pictures first, then I got him to undress and take my place. Then it was my turn to take the pictures," he grinned as he flipped to them.

"He's not bad for a drunk guy," I admitted as I looked at the shots. "This one's pretty good," I said as he swiped to one taken from underneath the guys.

"Yeah, I like that too. I had hoped to open his ass up so I could take a ride in him, but as soon as I shoved my thumb up his ass and cupped his balls, he blew his load. That's the trouble with drunk guys. They rarely last long. Here's the last shot where he'd just pulled out," he said showing it to us. "You can see his cum running out of the ass, and how wet his dick is. After that he just left."

"Do you always take pictures of people you hook up with?" Anderson asked, staring at Colby.

"No. Hardly ever. It was just one of those opportunities that happened unexpectedly. I'm pretty sure valet guy will be a little surprised when he looks at the pictures on his phone. I took plenty. If he's not actually gay, then he may never smoke weed or get drunk again."

"What happened after the drunk guy left?" I asked, now fully invested in the story.

"I finished my own fuck inside the guy and we called it a night."

"You just left him there?" Anderson asked.

"No, but I also wasn't in a condition to drive him home, so I called him a cab and made sure he got in it. I'd have taken him back to my hotel room, but since he works here, I figured that might be a bit awkward if someone saw him, or he had to do the walk of shame in the morning."

"Good thinking," I nodded. "I guess our night of sleeping sure paled compared to that."

"What are you guys planning today?"

"Just going to take our time heading home. Back to Vancouver. You?"

"Might see if I can beat my record for the number of hitchhikers I can pick up. Nothing says put out or get out like a Lambo," he chuckled. "I need another waffle."

"I'll join you. I need bacon," I added.

We went to the buffet together, leaving Anderson enjoying his breakfast. "You actually did that last night?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I sure as hell wasn't expecting it, but when he suggested the pot, I figured I'd go along. Things just sort of escalated from there."

"Shit, I'm impressed. Almost disappointed you didn't text me to come join you. I could have easily played the drunk in the bushes part."

"I figured you were having fun of your own. Did he suspect that I wasn't who I said I was?"

"I don't think so, but from the look on his face after that story, you may not be on his most favorite list. I'm guessing he thinks you're a bit of a creep right now."

"Wait until you get back to the house and he finds out who I really am. That should be quite the reveal."

"I'm tempted to give him some sort of warning, so he doesn't feel completely used, but I'm kinda liking the idea of the surprise."

"Keep the surprise. It'll be worth it." I nodded with a grin as we returned to the table and continued talking.

"Did you arrange to see the valet again today?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"Just thought you might go for round two. Did you get their numbers at least?"

"Numbers? Dude! I don't want to date them. It was just a fuck. I didn't even get their names. The night will just go down in the memoires as Valet and the Drunk boy. Names might be on point for a second round, but hardly ever a first."

"You really didn't get their names?" Anderson asked surprised again. Boy, is he learning a lot this weekend. If the boy wants to be gay, he has to pick shit up way faster. There's also this small possibility that he doesn't want to be gay, in which case, he should be the one whose name we don't need to know.

"Are you boys heading out right away, or do you have time to hang out for a bit? Would love to find out your names," Colby said smirking a little as he took a bit of food.

"You know our names..." Anderson said quickly, then clued in. "Oh, never mind. I just got that. We actually have to get going. We sort of overslept as it is, but it was fun meeting you."

"You too. I guess if we didn't share an interest in cars, we never would have shared our interest in sex. I'm never going to forget you guys, that's for sure. Jamie, Henderson, it was an epic thrill last night."

"Ummm...it's Justin and Anderson," Anderson corrected.

"He knows that. He just joking. You are joking, aren't you?" I said staring at him as he grinned back.

"Does it matter? Names are just labels, man. The world needs less labels, not more." He grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it forward. "See, no label. The way it is. The way it needs to be."

"Is it just me or has billionaire Colin turned into hippie Colby overnight?"

We finished our breakfast and signed our meals to our respective rooms. We said our goodbyes in the lobby and returned to the room to pack. "I still dunno if I like that guy or not," Anderson said as we checked the room to make sure we had everything.

"I think he just lives in the moment. I sort of like that."

"He gives off a creep vibe. Like he's above everyone else and uses his money to prove it, and to get guys to give it up."

"Ummm...isn't that what we're doing?" I asked.

"Not really. You knew me already, and I was the one that suggested the road trip and boyfriend thing. I sort of used sex to get the car," he grinned. "His way is sort of extra, and not in a good way."

"But he was wicked cute and sure knew how to have sex," I added.

"I guess, but that's probably more interesting to you than me. Maybe if I were gay and attracted to that sort of thing, I'd like him more."

"Maybe, but I guess we like who we like huh? I mean we're getting along okay I think."

"We're getting along great," he replied quickly. "I just got the feeling that when Colby looked at me, all he was picturing was me naked."

"Buddy, every gay guy is probably looking at you thinking that. You're just that cute."

"I wish," he said shaking his head. "I mean I wish I were cute, not that I'd want guys thinking about me naked."

"I know what you mean, but sorry, once they get a taste, you're gonna be an addiction."

"Point taken. Stop handing out tastes," he chuckled.

"Point taken...bad boyfriend. No Bugatti."

"You're already addicted, so it'd be cruel to cut you off cold turkey," he said wittily.

"I'm not addicted to cold turkey, baby. Just to you, naked."

"We should stop or I think it's just gonna get you horny again, and I'll never get to drive," he reasoned, and he wasn't wrong.

We finished packing and went to check out. As I settled our account, Anderson went to give the ticket to the valet to bring up the car. It was a different guy than the one last night, and I think it's safe to say he wasn't the type that Colby/Colin or I would be interested in.

I went out and stood with Anderson as we waited for the car. It pulled up moments later, and as he stopped, he popped the frunk so we could load our suitcase. Then the driver handed me the keys. I almost overlooked it, but decided to have fun instead.

"Wrong person. Do you always give the keys to random people? This is his car, not mine," I said bluntly as I handed the keys over to Anderson. I'm pretty sure he was still processing the fact that I'd just said the car was his. "That would normally lose him the tip, Anderson, but since they looked after the car so well, I'd tip him regardless."

Anderson got the message and pulled out his money and peeled off another $100 bill. We settled in for the drive home. The perma-smile had returned to Anderson's face as we pulled away.

"When we go back, you have two options for roads," I told him. "The one you chose, Highway 3, is basically a two-lane highway with plenty of twists and turns to let you really drive. The 97C Connector is a four-lane highway built for faster travel. That'll bring us back to Merritt and the Coquihalla, which is the fastest road. Would you prefer the slower windy road so that you can really drive, or the fast road?"

"Hmmm...good question. I mean I loved it when we got up to like 250k, but I also enjoyed being able to take the corners like a race car driver on the winding roads. Which way would you go?"

"Depends on what mood I'm in. They actually both take about the same amount of time, so that's not a factor. For me, it's whatever I'm in the mood for. If I was planning on picking up hitchhikers, I'd take the 3 as it has more towns along the way. If you want a slightly longer trip, we could go down to Osoyoos before cutting back across. I think it adds like 45 minutes. Still the smaller roads, but the driving is more than worth it."

I had my phone out looking at the various road as we headed away from the resort.

"Wait, I got the perfect route. Take the 97C to highway 5A, then drop down to the 3 and head to the Trans Canada from there."

"I have no idea what you just said. Maybe just tell me where to go," he replied.

"Done. This way you get to drive fast for 80 kilometres, then hit the twisty roads before returning to the Trans Canada at Hope."

"Hey, anything the brings me hope, I'm there," he joked.

I guided him towards the connector, and then let him have some fun with speed. We were taking a pretty big risk with his learner permit, as any tickets would get him a serious penalty. Just a couple of speeding tickets could cost him over $500 more per year on insurance premiums, not to mention the points on his licence, and the price of the actual tickets. I wouldn't be able to do anything about the points, but I'd pay any fines or increase in premiums he faced.

I needed to make sure that whatever road we took slowed us down just enough for Colin to get home before us, but I needn't have worried too much about that as less than 30 minutes later, even at the speeds we were travelling, Colin/Colby shot past us like he was arriving late at the Indy500.

"Holy shit!" Anderson exclaimed as the Sian shot past us with the horn honking. "He's gotta be doing like 300. Fucking sic!"

"Good thing about that is he'll clear the road of cops if there are any," I chuckled. "I think you're safe to punch it up to 250 if you feel comfortable."

"Oh, I feel comfortable. Really comfortable," he grinned. "Could we do the launch thing?"

"Sure. The road is nice and quiet, so come to a stop when you're ready and we'll hit it."

I'm pretty sure I got whiplash from how fast he stopped, and then reverse whiplash when he punched the launch button. I filmed us doing it again, as I figured he might enjoy showing it off. We hit 250 almost before I knew we had moved. Anderson was laser focused on the road ahead, and this time he definitely had an erection. I didn't say anything, or try to grab for it, as the last thing you want at this speed is a distracted driver, but I did enjoy watching his pants twitch up and down as we continued our breakneck speed. I let him do it for an extended period, as the road was both smooth and reasonably traffic free. I had him stop at the Elkhart gas station, which I'm pretty sure is the only gas station on this road, and even then, if you aren't actively looking for it, you could whiz right past at 250kph. I'm not sure we needed gas, but I wasn't taking any chances. Last thing I need is to be stranded in the wilderness with an eight-million-dollar paperweight...and a teenager.

Once we were back on the road, it was back up to speed until it was time to exit the connector and take the highway south. This was a very different road. It started with a giant sign telling us to watch out for herds of flying deer and moose for the next 60k. Why do all sign painters seem to think deer fly? They don't. At least not until you get way way up north and come into reindeer territory. The road was only two lane and very twisty. Half the signs had us slowing down to 70 kilometres every time we even came close to a farm house. After the speeds we'd been doing, it felt like we could be on a bicycle.

I will say this though, Anderson never stopped grinning. As we approached Dry Lake, which by the way is not actually dry, so...stupid name...I had him pull over at a turnout just as the lake began. "Let's take a break for a few minutes, and let the car cool down."

He stopped at the turnout, which had a small path right down to the water. As I looked back at the road, I could just see the top of the car, but realized that both of us were basically invisible to anyone passing by. I figured it was boyfriend time. I took Anderson by the hand and stood in front of him. "Having fun so far?"

"Hell yeah. Wish these roads were a bit faster, but cutting the angles on each turn is sort of fun. Gets the adrenaline pumping."

"I've got another idea to get the adrenaline pumping," I said grinning.

"Which is?" He asked suspiciously staring at me with the look that sort of says `now what the fuck are we about to do?'

"Which is, that you're going to drive naked for the next ten kilometres."

"Why?"

"Why not? And for that adrenaline thing you just mentioned. Plus, dude, you were hard the whole time we were on the connector."

"No I wasn't. How do you know anyway?"

I grinned. "Your pants were dancing up a storm every time your dick throbbed," I revealed, watching him blush a little.

"They did not, and it wasn't the whole time, just when we were doing 250."

"You're just lucky you're an `L' driver, or you'd have gotten 30 kilometres worth of road head. Speaking of which, take your clothes off, and let's take care of that right now."

"I'm not hard right now," he said looking down at himself.

"You will be once I get it in my mouth. I'm reasonable though. You can strip right now, and I'll give you a blowjob to control the boner for the next time we get up to speed. Then you stay naked as we drive the next 10 kilometres, or... I strip you naked, and leave your clothes here as you drive all the way home naked."

"Hmmm..." he said looking up and holding his chin. "If I leave my clothes here and drive all the way back naked, would I have to let you blow me?"

"That's the part you're worried about?" I laughed. "No blow job, but you will get fucked in the garage once we get the car parked."

As he stood there, I unfastened his pants and slipped my hand in to cup his package. That usually gets the brain operating the way you need it to. As he was in the assless Andrew Christian's, it was fun to run a hand around and grab his ass cheek.

"I think I'm getting road head, aren't I?" He said staring at me.

"No, this is beside the road, head. I'd give you a lakeside fuck, but these rocks are a little sharp for you to be lying on. I could take you up and rail you on the hood of the car, but that may cause accidents if anyone drives by."

"Not to mention it'd be confusing," Anderson replied as I began unbuttoning his shirt to remove it.

"Confusing?"

"Yeah, if I came, I wouldn't know if it was from you, or the fact I was bent over a Bugatti while it happened. That would definitely be confusing."

"Wow, and just like that, you've gained a fetish."

I no sooner had his shirt off, than his pants were down around his ankles, and I was removing them one leg at a time. I spun him around while I was on my knees, and spread his ass open to look at his cute pink hole. Let's face it, I'd rather fuck him up on the car, and give him a real thrill ride, but for now, we'll stick with plan A. I licked his ass, and pushed my hand between his legs to fondle his balls over the fabric. I didn't do that for very long before I was pulling the underwear aside to let the balls free. That's all it took before I spun him around, yanked the assless shorts down and swallowed his cock, that had now returned to its normal erect state.

As I went all the way down on him, I smiled to myself as he put his hands in my hair to steady himself. I noticed that he seemed to be getting into it, as on more than one occasion, he thrust forward slightly as if actually fucking my face.

"I'm gonna cum soon," he warned. I made a quick decision as to how to finish. Normally, I'd just stay down and keep going until I earned my reward, but that was pretty typical. I chose to stop and stand up, leaving him almost gasping at the sudden edging stop. I stood partially behind him as I grabbed his hard cock with one hand to masturbate him, and used the index finger of my other hand to shove up his tight ass. I worked both sides with the same speed, and within moments, he was crying out and we watched as his load shot out in an arch before splashing to the ground. I pulled my finger from his ass and stood directly behind him as I reached around and cupped his balls. I pressed up to shove any last drops out, while squeezing his solid meat tube.

"Do I still have to drive naked?" He asked.

"Of course. What fun would it be if you didn't? Don't worry though, by taking care of your boner now, you should be able to drive 10Km without getting another. That at least will save you getting road head, but if you do throw a rod, at least I'll be able to see it and help you out."

"For the record, I'm not sure I'd be able to drive and get blown at the same time. We might crash."

"So, should we go again right now so that we don't crash?" I teased while looking over his shoulder as I still held his package in both hands.

"No, but I do have to pee," he announced.

"So, pee. Who's stopping you?" I said trying not to laugh.

"I can't pee with you holding it."

"Why? You don't hold your penis when you take a leak?" I asked trying to sound surprised, but I know what he means. I can't really pee when someone else is holding it.

"I do, but not when you're the one holding it."

"Just pee. I promise I know how to aim one of these, even if the hose is a bit smaller than I'm used to."

"That seemed rude," he replied. I felt him trying to relax enough to pee and he was definitely struggling. I was just about to let go when the stream began. I watched over his shoulder, and figured why not just add to his discomfort a little.

"That's a good solid stream, dude. Nice arch. Good colour. Shows you're properly hydrated. Looks like a good quantity too."

"Holy fuck. Shut up," he said almost chuckling. "It's a pee, not a dissertation."

"And when the last drops hit the ground, with the heat of the noonday sun passing overhead, the opossum and badger sitting nearby thought how lovely it would be to have help during the urination cycle," I said, narrating like we were a nature documentary.

"Yeah, we're never doing that again," he said as he took his penis away from me, skinned it back and shook it dry. "Please can I not drive naked? I'd be so freaked out I might have a brain blackout, and we'd all die."

Seems overly dramatic. Has he been to Blake's school for drama queens? "It would be really hot to see you drive naked though. What would you offer that might entice me to change my mind?"

He turned around to face me, still totally naked. Perhaps his best choice outfit of the day. Maybe choice is the wrong word, since I'd technically stripped him. "How about I let you fuck me after school for a couple days?"

"I'm gonna do that anyway," I grinned. "We still have 30 cars you want to drive."

"Umm, I dunno. What would you want to do?"

"Hmmm...I've not really thought of a back-up plan. I'd still want it to get your adrenaline pumping though. Maybe I strip you again, but it'll be in the garage in front of one of the cars, and instead of it being my finger up inside you, it'll be my cock. We'll keep going until you spray all over the car, and we have Kurt clean it up. As he starts to do it, we strip him, and make him cum all over the cars while the others watch."

"What others?" he asked frowning.

"Whoever's home. Wouldn't want them to miss on something like that. Like I said, we want your adrenaline pumping."

"That's what you come up with on the fly with no back-up plan? You'd be dangerous if you had time to plan," he reasoned. "As crazy as that sounds, I'd rather do that than drive naked."

"Is that what you're agreeing to? Just so we're clear, in case you think I'd forget about it, I wouldn't. It'll stick in my brain until I've seen two loads of hot cum on the hood of a supercar. Out of curiosity, is it just this car that you don't want to drive naked, or any car?"

"I'd probably do it in an average car on like a back road or something. That might be fun, but not in a supercar on a highway. Nope."

"Average car...back road. Got it," I nodded as I let him get dressed, much to my disappointment.

"Are you making another plan in your head?" He asked.

"I am. How'd you know?"

"You have that `planning' look."

"It's just my normal look. Out of curiosity for reference, have you ever been barebacked while riding bareback on a horse."

"No. I'm allergic to horses...probably..." he said as we made our way back up to the car.

We resumed our trip despite there being absolutely no nudity, and nothing even remotely sexual all the way back. I'd almost place a bet that Anderson didn't even know I was in the car with him as he was so focused on driving. When we finally got to the Trans Canada, he punched it to gain some speed. I had to warn him to throttle back a bit as this stretch of the highway had plenty of speed traps. It's a shame that cops can take pictures of licence plates, as it'd be very easy to outrun them. Now, they could let you go, and simply have a car waiting at your home as you pull up.

As we got closer to the house, I texted Colin (now Colin again and not Colby), to find out if he was home for the big reveal. He was, and said he was just downstairs going over plans with Kurt.

"Should we stop for gas before we get to your house?" Anderson asked.

"No. Kurt will take care of all that. He records the mileage, fills it up and then cleans it all before he puts it away properly. Don't forget he'll have two loads of cum to wash off before it can go anywhere," I teased.

"Oh, right. I'd forgotten about that," he replied.

"No, you didn't," I smirked. "You were just hoping I had."

He didn't reply and it was only a few minutes later that we were rolling through the front gate and into the main garage. He pulled it into an open space in the middle and shut off the engine. "That was the greatest weekend of my life," he said turning to look at me with a giant smile.

"Because of the great sex, right? It's always the sex," I teased.

He gave a nervous laugh. "Mostly the car and the flyboarding stuff. No offense."

"None taken. I'm actually glad you had fun, even if some of the activities may not have been on your actual bucket list," I replied as we got out of the car. He opened the frunk and we walked around to the front of the car. Instead of opening it like I expected him to, he pulled off his shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked with amused curiosity.

"Wasn't that what you wanted? To fuck me over the car hood?" He asked staring at me.

"Someone's eager," I said smiling. "Anderson, I realize that sex with me is an all-encompassing addiction for many guys, but you seriously have to pace yourself. I'm not a machine man."

"So, you were just kidding about that?"

"Of course not, but we need an audience first. No point in putting on a show to an empty theatre. The other guys should see how sexy you are. Might increase your popularity around here if they know you put out."

He put his shirt back on and opened the frunk to get our bag. "You want others to watch me getting fucked?"

"I think it would be pretty hot, don't you? Unless you were thinking we should do it as more of an orgy type thing, using the car as a center prop."

"No, I wasn't thinking that at all. I've been to orgies, in case you forgot. Not my favorite thing at all," he replied.

"That's because you were being used by horny old guys. Sort of like you were the catch of the day. Around here, the guys are all young, and the sex is more casual. Like something to do to occupy time, rather than something more resembling catch and release."

"Sometimes the release part seemed optional," he commented as we made our way into the house.

"Mmmhmm, something smells good," I said as we entered and walked towards the kitchen. "What you making, Merrick?"

He was in front of the stove wearing his apron, and shirtless, as usual. "We're having salmon tonight," he replied.

"Just salmon? Don't your dishes always have some fancy name like boiled salmon with artichokes in a bolognaise reduction gravy, served with something or other? I enjoy the MasterChef type descriptions."

He laughed. "No such thing as bolognaise reduction gray. We're actually having a baked honey chipotle crusted salmon, served on a pesto pasta salad. For dessert we're having the cherry and almond frangipane galette."

"Mmmm, I love me some frangipane galette," I said grinning at him.

"You know what it is?"

"Not a clue," I admitted.

"That's usually why I just say we're having salmon," he chuckled.

"Merrick, this is Anderson. Anderson, our chef, Merrick."

"Chef?"

"More like cook, but the guys give me freedom to try things out, so hopefully one day I'll be an actual Master Chef. Oh, by the way, Colin said to tell you when you got home that he was going to be in the lower garage going over some car things with Kurt."

"Thanks. I'll let Colin know I'm home after we sort out our stuff," I told him as I turned to take Anderson upstairs. We still had a lot of his stuff up there that we'd left after we repacked. We tossed the suitcase on the bed and quickly sorted out the clothes.

Anderson took off the shirt and pants he was wearing and then looked down at himself. "I guess everything I'm wearing was yours. I like this jock though. Where do you get them?"

"A place downtown. I'll take you shopping one day." Normally I'd let him just keep those, but since he'd already begun slipping them off, I wasn't about to stop getting one last look at him naked. I took the opportunity to also pat his ass while he was naked, and from the look he gave me as he froze, I think he was expecting me to take him right there. I didn't. He got dressed back in his own clothes and we finished sorting things out and repacked his backpack.

"Thanks for taking me on the road trip, Justin. I think it was the most fun I've ever had."

"You're welcome. I enjoyed it as well, although I'm guessing we enjoyed it for different reasons."

"Probably," he grinned.

"Should I guess at what your favorite part was?"

"Okay," he grinned.

"I'm going to say it was when you got to punch launch control and get the car up to speed."

He gave a giant grin. "Yep. That was it. Everything was amazing, but that was so much better than anything else."

"Wait...even better than the nude beach?" I frowned playfully.

"No offense, but like a thousand times better," he nodded. "I love driving and being able to say I drove a Divo is gonna make me so popular at school."

"How about I pick you up at home on Monday and let you drive to school? That way you don't have guys saying you're making it up."

"Oh my god. I'd be a legend."

"At least the start of being a legend. I guess we should go tell Colin that I'm home." This should get interesting. I quickly texted Colin that we were back, and coming downstairs. "Now would be as good a time as any for you to meet my husband. Although the way you two talk about cars, you might end up missing dinner. You are staying for dinner, aren't you?"

"I could, but then I really need to get home. I still have homework before school in the morning."

"You still need to eat, and who can pass up a frigid pane gazette?" I smirked.

"I think he said frangipane galette. What is it anyway?"

"I have no idea. If it's outside the scope of chicken, grilled cheese, or spaghetti, I'm lost," I said as we made our way downstairs to the pool level. Surprisingly the whole house was quiet. Rare for this place. "So one thing before we get to the garage. Just remember, this whole weekend was about us roleplaying, right?"

"Am I still being your boyfriend?"

"No, that part is over, but there is a part that hasn't concluded yet. It's about to."

He stopped and stared at me. "Wait, does Colin know what we were doing, or would he be pissed if he found out that we had...you know..." he said as he lowered his voice to a whisper before continuing. "sex?"

"He'd never be pissed about us having sex, but I need you to remember that this entire weekend was all just roleplaying fun."

"Okay," he replied looking more confused than if I hadn't said anything. It'll make sense in a second.

We continued down to the underground garage, and could hear Kurt and Colin before we turned into it. They were both under the hood of one of the cars, hidden from our immediate sight line. "Hey. We're home," I announced.

Kurt looked around from the side of the car. "Hey. Hope It was a good trip."

"Great time. We just left the Divo in the main garage. It'll need filling as we just drove straight through. Kurt, this is Anderson. Kurt is our transportation manager."

"Nice. Does that mean you look after the cars?" Anderson asked. I noticed that Colin was deliberately staying hidden under the hood of the car. I'm pretty sure he's not actually working on it, just holding back for the grand reveal.

"Anything to do with the vehicles. Maintain them, clean, organize, insure, maybe chauffeur when needed. Things like that."

"Damn!" Anderson said appreciatively. "Who do you have to fuck to get a job like that?" He asked quietly, looking at me.

"I think that would be Colin," I replied setting up the perfect entry. "Colin, come say hi to Anderson."

"Just give me a second. I've almost got this done," he said, seconds before he stood up and closed the hood, revealing himself.

I'm hoping the security cameras caught Anderson's reaction as I've never seen anything like it before. He actually took a step back as if he'd been slapped with a white glove, and his mouth literally fell open. Guess he's remembering Colby sitting on his face.

"Colby? What are you doing here? How? Huh? What?" He said looking at me.

"Anderson, my husband Colin. Colin, this is Anderson, my recent weekend boyfriend."

"Nice to meet you, Anderson," Colin said as he stepped up to shake his hand. Anderson seemed genuinely shocked, and just stood there, even as Colin lifted his hand so he could shake it.

"Ummm..." he frowned. "I'm confused. Are you Colby or Colin? Or do you have like a twin brother or something?"

"I'm Colin, sometimes with a weekend persona of Colby," he admitted.

"Wait, so your Sian that looked like the one you have, Justin..."

"Was actually that Sian right there," Colin grinned, pointing to it.

Anderson looked at me again. "So that was all a setup? Like the whole thing?"

"Yep. The whole thing. Right down to us letting Colin fly past us on the connector, and taking highway 5a to ensure he got home before us. Even the `rest stop' we had."

"Wow, you guys are good. I honestly had no idea that you knew each other. Oh shit. Sorry about the things I said about him. I only said that because I thought he was a stranger," he said suddenly stammering.

"What did you say about me?" Colin asked amused.

"Wait...what happened?" Kurt asked, probably more confused than Anderson.

Anderson and I went on a road trip so he could drive the Divo. While we were away, he was roleplaying as my boyfriend."

"I got that part."

"When we got to the hotel in Kelowna, Colin showed up pretending to be Colby, and got Anderson's attention using the Sian. From there, we invited him back to our room for a couple drinks, a hot tub, and to get to know him better."

"Oh shit. No way! And you had no idea?" Kurt laughed. "Damn, I'm not sure if that's fire or savage."

"Was the valet in on it too?" Anderson asked as he was obviously playing the night over in his head.

"No, he was a legitimate one-night stand," Colin admitted. "Now back to what you said about me."

"It was nothing. I just thought you were a bit of a player is all," Anderson said nervously.

"He thought you were being fake, honey. Sorry, I guess your Colby acting skills need work. He said he thought you acted like an influencer. Someone who is completely different at home than he is when he's around others."

"Then technically, my acting was on point, because that's exactly who I was. But forget all that shit, how was Colby's sexpertise?"

"It was fine," Anderson replied, still obviously shaken by the new development.

"Looks like your acting isn't the only thing that sucked. Even your sucking sucked," I teased, getting a laugh out of Kurt.

"I don't know why you're laughing, Kurt," I said looking at him. "You're part of this too."

"Me? How?" He asked frowning slightly.

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Why is it when you say that, it always ends up with me losing clothes?"

"Because it has something to do with losing clothes," I replied as I shrugged.

He looked at me, and then at Anderson. "Is this gonna be one of those games where two straight boys experiment with making out together, and you come in and catch us? Then you make us go the rest of the way together, and you join in."

"No, but I like that one."

"You should. You've used it a few times," he said, almost coldly.

Colin laughed. "Someone's roleplaying is getting predictable."

"Except I just said it's not that," I reminded both of them.

"Anderson, I hope we didn't freak you out too much. We just thought it might make your weekend more interesting," Colin explained.

"I didn't see that twist coming, but I think it's okay. I guess I'm getting used to surprises when it comes to gay guys," he said as he looked at us.

"I will say one thing though Anderson, you sure played the boyfriend thing well. If I actually had been a stranger named Colby, I would have no idea you two weren't really together. I'm not sure if you'll take this as a compliment or not, but it is. You have some serious mad skills in bed. I'm talking mad skills."

"Uh, thanks? Pretty sure I don't, but then I'm really only into girls," he replied, making sure Colin knew his preference.

"That's what I keep telling them. Doesn't stop me getting laid while I'm here though," Kurt said to him, shaking his head slowly. "It took a while, but surprisingly, I found I like taking dick occasionally. Makes my whole ass sing an opera."

I laughed. "What? An opera."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "It opens up and goes... Aaaahhhh!!" He raised a hand into the air as if he were belting out a tune on stage.

"Please tell me you're the fat lady, and this is over," Colin said staring at him.

Kurt put his hand down. "It's over."

"I dunno. This is fun and weird at the same time. Like I want to run home and bolt my door shut, but also not leave in case I miss anything," Anderson said as he looked at all of us.

"I hear you buddy. I've been around for a few years now, and I still feel like that some days. The only good thing I can tell you about being open minded while you're here, is that someone is always ready to help you out if you're ever horny."

Anderson nodded. "Yeah, I kinda got that. Even if I'm not horny too."

I stood behind Kurt and put my arms around him to unfasten the top button on his pants. "You weren't here for Blake's party, Anderson, so you never got to see everyone. You want to see what Kurt's packing?" I asked with a smile as I lowered the zipper on Kurt's pants.

"Not really," Anderson replied honestly. In some languages that means definitely, so I kept going.

I shoved my hand in, and took a firm hold of Kurt's junk over his underwear. "You two have a lot in common."

"We do?" Kurt asked looking back at me, making no effort to remove my hand. He knows better.

"Sure. You're both straight. Love cars, and have uncut dicks." I moved my other hand around so I could pull the front of Kurt's underwear down and tuck it under his balls. I made sure to fluff him up as I exposed him to Anderson. "See. Nice dick on him," I grinned as I skinned it back to expose the head. I prefer that to seeing skin covering it. Usually when they're hard, that takes care of itself. That's why you keep uncut guys hard as much as you can.

Anderson glanced at Kurt, and then looked away. Colin was also paying attention, or maybe it was Colby, as he'd never seen Kurt before today.

I talked quietly in Kurt's ear. "You know if you get hard, you're getting fucked, right?"

"I won't get hard. I've learned to control it," he replied.

"We'll see," I whispered quieter as I moved my mouth up against his ear. While one hand was holding his package, I used my other hand to lift his shirt up. I moved my head and looked at Anderson. "He's got a good body on him, doesn't he?"

"Ummm, sure. It's fine, I guess. I'm not really the best judge of that," Anderson stammered, almost as if he were actually uncomfortable.

"You should come closer and we'll get your dick out as well so the two of you can compare," I suggested.

"Hi," a young voice said suddenly from the doorway. I honestly expected it to be James or J.J., but I looked over to see Ryan, Colton's 12-year-old cousin from next door standing there completely naked, eating a carrot. And not just a carrot, a Bugs Bunny carrot, complete with green leaves hanging off it. "Hey how come you guys aren't naked?" He asked as if that would be a normal greeting.

Kurt moved his hand over his crotch, but I pulled it away before replying. "Hey Ryan. We were only naked for Blake's party. We're not always running around like that," I explained.

"Oh. Colton's house never wears clothes. That's why I like it there."

"So how come you aren't over there now?" Colin asked as the kid as came closer.

He shrugged. "Colton and Stone are playing their sex game, and told me to get lost. Figured I'd come over here to see if Blake and J.J. were home."

"Sorry buddy, they're out somewhere together," Colin told him.

"Oh, that's okay. Are you guys about to go swimming or something?" He asked, as he took a bite of his carrot, while looking at Kurt with his pants down.

"No, we were just checking Kurt to make sure his penis was okay," I chuckled as I lifted it up as if to show him.

"Looks okay to me," Ryan replied as he stared at it. "You should see how big Stone's penis is. It's super huge. If I had one that big, I'd fall over."

We all gave a variety of laughs, because he wasn't wrong. "Stone's packing over nine inches," I clarified for Anderson.

"Okay, I'm just gonna go and play video games in your bowling alley room," he said casually. "If Blake or J.J. come home, would you tell them I'm in there?"

"We will," Colin assured him.

He turned and left and Kurt just laughed. "I should be used to people just wandering around your house at random, but that's actually pretty funny. A naked pre-teen shows up, just accepts what's going on and hangs out without being invited. With that carrot, it sort of makes it even funnier."

"Imagine his reaction if he'd showed up five minutes later while the two of you were bent over the hood, side by side being fucked," I teased as I pulled out my phone. I figure I should at least text Colton to let him know where his cousin is. I let go of Kurt, which gave him the opportunity to refasten his pants. These straight boys don't enjoy being naked for long, do they?

`Hey. When ur finished fucking Stone, your naked cousin is in our games room. Just a heads up in case u think u lost him.'

`shit. sorry. I can come get him.'

`no worries. Finish your fuck. He told us why he had to leave. lol.'

`we'll be over soon.'

"Looks like one of you boys is about to enjoy a nine incher. Would you like to rock, paper, scissor for it? Loser can have Colton, although he's got a pretty decent cock on him at 7½."

"I can't speak for Anderson, or maybe I can..." Kurt grinned as he looked at his co-straight. "We'll pass on that."

That's what you call two straight boys. Co-straight. Three is called a confusion of straights', and more than that is called a prickle of straights'. Usually because one of their `prickles' is coming out for one reason or another.

"Too bad. You boys are missing out on the final frontier," I said nodding.

"Huh?" Anderson asked.

"Stone will boldly go where no man has gone before. Deep into the Undiscovered Country," I explained with a grin.

Colin just groaned. I think he's used to me. Colby would have found that funny. Bring him back.

"I think you two could end up being good friends. I mean you won't know for sure until you've fucked each other, but I'd say you have enough interest in cars alone to at least for an initial start."

"Why would we have to fuck to be friends?" Anderson asked frowning slightly.

I acted as if it were a totally dumb question. "How else can you know if you're gonna get along? I wouldn't even consider hanging out with someone that I hadn't had sex with first. That's the way you find out if you're compatible or not."

"That's not really how straight guys make friends," Kurt said grinning. "Are you just fooling, or do you really have sex with someone before you decide if you want to be friends? I know you've said something like that about meeting gay guys. Like you have sex before you learn their names. Stuff like that. But does that apply to everyone?"

"Are we friends?" I asked, trying not to break a smile.

"Sure. I think so," he nodded.

"We are," I nodded back. "And when did we become friends? After I took you over a car you were admiring. I popped that cherry, and boom, friends. Patrick, same thing. Not only friends now, but he even learned he was bisexual as a result. That's just another benefit. You learn about yourself. Anderson, are we friends?"

"As long as you let me keep driving your cars, we'll be friends," he grinned with a bit of a smirk. Kurt moved over and gave him a fist bump.

"Nice," he laughed.

"Anderson, I'm sure you've had enough of your gay weekend. Want me to show you some of the cars?" Kurt suggested. "I'm assuming from all this that you're a car person."

"Totally a car person!" He admitted enthusiastically, coming back to life now that the imminent threat of being fucked was apparently receding.

"Figured. Can I show him around a bit?" Kurt asked, as both guys looked at me.

"Fine by me. We'll announce when dinner is ready. "I should take Colby here upstairs. He promised to learn my name if we met up again."

"I'm not even gonna ask," Kurt said.

We left the boys to explore the cars, while Colin and I headed upstairs. "You want to come help me unpack, Colby?"

"The only thing you'll be unpacking...is this," he said as he grabbed his crotch. "I'm telling you, Jamie. That boyfriend of yours could strip the paint off a fence with that tongue of his. After I've plowed your back forty, I think we should take the tools over to the second field, and invite him to join us."

"I'm not sure if Colby is a society boy, or just a rich farmer. He's kind of all over the place. No wonder Anderson thinks he's fake. And the name is Justin, not Jamie."

Colby just smiled and took up right where he'd left off earlier. He grabbed my ass firmly. "Don't care. So we fuckin' or what?"

"Hey, you grab my ass like that without permission again, and you'll be nose down on the concrete, with a shotgun to the back of the head," I said turning to face him nose to nose.

"Holy shit," he laughed loudly. "Where the fuck did that come from?"

"I'm practicing a few different characters. That's gangster Rodney. An in the closet gang member, using forced intimidation as a way to justify fucking other guys."

"Yeah, that's not gonna work so well in Canada, unless you actually have a shotgun. We should take Rodney to Texas for the weekend. He could act that out in a Walmart. It's probably even legal there."

I laughed. "Shut up Colby. You wanna fuck me or not?"

We stripped and went at it like we hadn't seen each other in months. I notice he duplicated the position we'd had back in the hotel. I was on my back and he was standing at the foot of the bed railing my ass off while he jerked my cock to completion. Once we were both done, we had a shower to freshen up.

"Just do me a favour, Colby. Don't tell my husband about us. He might get pissed off if he learned that you're better at fucking than he is."

"Maybe he'd try to prove you wrong by taking it out on your boyfriend," he said as he pulled me against him, so we were nose to nose.

"I'll grab the camera. It'll be interesting to see how Anderson reacts to all of this after he's had time to think about it," I reasoned.

"I think if he hadn't had fun, he'd already be on his way home. It didn't hurt that he met Kurt. If those two become friends you'll never get either one of them out of the garage again."

"What is it with straight boys and cars?" I asked shaking my head.

"Hey. I'm not straight and I enjoy cars, don't you?" Colin asked as he rubbed my ass.

"I like cars because they attract straight boys, and we see how that goes," I said as I leaned in to kiss him. We got dressed and headed downstairs. Dinner was moments away so we let everyone know.

I laughed when Ryan resurfaced, still naked, but no longer holding a carrot. "What are you having?" He asked as he sat at the table. I'm guessing he's staying for dinner too?

Merrick repeated the menu, which only served to confuse him. I dumbed it down to salmon and pasta.

Colton and Stone appeared at the patio door, but unlike the young cousin, they were wearing clothes. I couldn't help but chuckle when I saw Colton carrying clothes for Ryan.

"Hey. Sorry about Ryan. When we told him to get lost, we thought he'd go swimming or play video games," Colton explained. "Dude, I know the guys don't care, but you might not want to go visit people without clothes. Not everyone's cool with it."

"I know. My mom and dad don't like it much. I keep getting told to get dressed," he replied as he took a sip of the juice he'd poured into his glass.

"Speaking of that. Here, put these on. Why are you sitting at the table?"

"Because it's dinner time," he replied as if it were a dumb question. I was having trouble not laughing at the kid.

"Were you invited for dinner?"

"I dunno. They said dinner was ready, and I'm hungry, so I sat down," he replied logically.

"If he's in the way, we can take him home," Colton offered, looking at us.

"How many people did you cook for, Merrick?" I asked.

"Eight, but I always make a little extra anyway. I think you'll have lots of food because I found out Blake, J.J. and J.P. won't be here for dinner."

"There you have it," Colin said. "You might as well all stay, otherwise we'll have leftovers. Troy also isn't joining us. Him and Porter asked if they could take out the old boat to go waterskiing, so they won't be back in time. Hope you're all hungry."

One by one, we all got a drink and sat down. It looks like Kurt and Anderson are bonding already as they sat side by side. It was a pretty typical dinner conversation with everyone talking about their day, or the weekend. Anderson and I gave highlights of our road trip, but left out the sex details. We did include Colin's side trip which everyone found funny. Maybe not everyone. I'm still not sure how Anderson really feels about it. I guess we'll find out if he comes back or not.

I drove Anderson home after dinner, and he thanked me again for the weekend, but continued to emphasize the driving aspect of it. I guess we don't have the same highlight reel on this. By the time I got home, Blake and J.J. were back, and inhaling food from the kitchen.

How was your weekend, guys?" I asked the two of them.

"Awesome," J.J. announced enthusiastically. "I got to be in another one of Blake's videos. I think they're more fun when I get to be in front of the cameras and not just behind them."

"I think so too, bro," Blake said with a smile. "You just can't be in all of them, or people will start to only want you and not me." That was sort of a nice thing for Blake to say to his brother.

"Well, I'm glad you guys are still having fun with it," I replied to them.

"How'd your weekend with Anderson go, Dad? You get lots of action?" Blake teased.

"Tons of action," I replied with a big grin. "Like on the set of a getaway chase scene. Cars driving at high speeds, winding through mountain roads, screeching around corners, evading cops. You know...the usual weekend."

"And how was the action when you weren't driving?" He asked continuing to push the usual Blake buttons.

"Excellent. We did some great things out on the lake. Went flyboarding and efoiling. Those were pretty lit."

"I gotta pee," J.J. announced suddenly and bolted out of the kitchen at a sprint. I wonder why kids wait until that last second before impending doom before they realize they need to drain the bladder.

"Okay, now that the kid is gone, spill," Blake said bluntly. "How may times did you and Anderson bone?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"

"Duh? That's why I'm asking. And don't even try to bullshit me, Dad. I know you didn't take him away for a whole weekend just so he could drive."

"You know me that well huh?"

"Dad, social media knows you that well."

"We had a good time. Let's leave it at that," I said hoping he'd actually leave it at that.

"Sure. No worries. I already know you probably did it tons. I'll ask Anderson next time he's over. Wanna know what I did Friday night?"

"For my sanity I should say no, but go for it. What exciting thing did you get up to Friday?" I asked hoping it wouldn't lead to a lengthy prison sentence for any of us, or put us on a terrorist watch list.

"After work, a bunch of us decided to go have a bonfire by the lake and unwind," he revealed.

"That sounds relaxing," I said, knowing full well that there was going to be way more to it than that. You could see the excitement building in his body movements.

"It was. It was only the younger cast though. We didn't want adults ruining it with adult rules," he added.

"Makes sense. I guess this is the part where I ask what adult rules you might have been breaking?"

"Nothing major. Just normal stuff when teens get together. Started with talking about shit we do outside of work, hobbies, and stuff. Someone had a guitar, so sang a bunch of songs. Then we played some truth or dare. Ramped things up so they got a little sexy too."

"How ramped up exactly? I mean if it were anyone other than you, I'd bet on a few kisses during a round of spin the bottle, or maybe some showing of underwear."

Blake laughed. "God, Dad. This isn't the olden days like when you were in school. Kids are more mature about sex now."

Nope, I don't see that at all. I think kids are more aware of sex, but they still have the same basic lack of skills to attain it initially. "They are huh? So, what sort of things happened?"

"Okay, I'll tell you stuff, but you can't get pissed off at me, okay? Promise?"

"Did you do anything illegal?"

"Mmmm, not sure," he replied thoughtfully.

"Rephrasing...did you do anything that will have police at our door, or where we need to have a lawyer on standby?"

"No. All good there. I just mean if I did something that you don't approve of, don't start yelling and freaking out, and pack my shit up as you look for a military school or anything."

"No promises on the military school, but I think we're used to you doing things that surprise us, or test the boundaries."

"But what if I did something that was already a boundary, but I kinda ignored it? Or did something that I know might upset you?" He asked as he sipped his drink, staring right at me.

"Then why would you tell me? Wouldn't it be easier to just assume you got away with it?" I asked, not sure if I was being a good parent, or a good psychologist, at the moment.

"Because I think I like this. If I get away with something, but then later on something happens that relates to it, and I screw up and say something, then I have to admit it later. Or if I need clarification about something I did, and I ask someone, then it gets back to you guys, then you think I deceived you and you end up not trusting me. I think it's easier to just talk about it, even if you don't like it."

"Aren't you worried about getting into trouble and facing some harsh punishment?"

"This is like a totally backward conversation, right? You should be convincing me to talk and I should be giving you reasons why I shouldn't. Like right to remain silent shit? It's weird having a psychologist as your dad. So, you wanna hear about the bonfire night or not?"

"I think I have to now, don't you?" I grinned as I sat at the island to hear the tale.

"Just so you know, I didn't plan for any of this but it was like an epic night anyway. You like London, right?"

"I'm assuming you mean the guy acting with you, and not the city in England?"

"Exactly? I know he's your type, so I figure you probably wanna hook up with him at some point."

"I wouldn't turn him down if the offer was there?" No point in revealing just how far I'd already gone with London.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to turn him down," he grinned.

"Did you hook up with him? That's it...off to military school," I teased as I pointed towards the front door.

He just laughed. "I'll tell you later after the story gets going. We all agreed to spin the bottle, with the only rule being that if we spun, we couldn't chicken out. The girls even made sure that they put in the rule that it didn't matter who it landed on, you had to go through with it. Boy or girl. I think some of the guys were nervous about that, but agreed. We started with only the truth part of truth or dare which was pretty lame, but as everyone had more to drink it ramped up a bit," he revealed.

"Drink as in alcohol?" I asked not missing that for one second.

"That's one of those things I did that I figure you'd be upset about," he admitted.

"How drunk did you get?" I asked.

"Not very. Not like some of the guys. They were shit faced. I only did a couple drinks. I could feel it but I wasn't falling over or slurring my words. I was what you might call responsible," he said with a small smile.

"We can debate that later," I said shaking my head slightly.

"Sure. Some of the truth questions got really personal and detailed, so we decided it was time to add dares for people to prove the shit they were saying. All of us texted dare ideas to Victoria who put them in a spin the bottle app she has. Then when someone spun the real bottle, she'd spin the app bottle for the actual dare. We had three levels we could choose which was fun."

"How did you know what level was what?"

"I think basic stuff like kiss someone or grope them or a quick flash of nudity, that was like basic level shit. Then if the dare required more nude stuff or intimacy, that was level two. Level three was no restrictions and had to be in front of everyone. Level two stuff you could go off in private."

"How would you know if they did the dare?" I asked.

"Honour code. Sometimes you just gotta accept what they say. I had a few fun dares."

"Let me guess you went for level three each time?"

"No, not at first. No one did until we got more comfortable with each other. Shit didn't really start to get real until we'd passed a few joints around. Then it got good." He paused and looked at me, waiting for my response.

"Pot too, huh? Will there be a reveal that you snorted lines of coke and shot heroin in this story? Or did it stop at baby snatching and grave robbing?"

"Wow, that went dark, fast." He grinned with a small chuckle. "Not, we only did pot. Nothing worse. Should I keep going?"

"Sure," I nodded as I added that reveal to things we'd talk about later.

"Most of the stuff was a bit boring, but it was still funny watching the reaction of people that weren't used to things like this. Like once the bottle stopped at you, you could pick level one, two, or three, and Victoria would read out what her app had landed on. Then if the dare required two people, it was the spinner and spinee that had to do it. Should I tell you all of the things that we did?"

"Maybe not all of them, just the interesting ones. I'm sure there were a lot of show boobs, or a dick, or get hard, kiss a nipple. Things like that. Pretty typical. Maybe hit on the different type of dares," I suggested or this story could realistically take as long as the actual party. Maybe now would be a good time for J.J. to comeback from his pee, but it's more likely that he just went back to his room to hit the video games.

"Would swapping clothes in front of everyone be typical? Cause Lia and Ian had to do that. That was pretty funny as they tried to keep themselves covered while the exchanged clothes in front of everyone."

"That's mostly typical. I guess in most cases the pair would run to another room and come back."

"We did have a dare where Aiden and Saniyya had to leave their clothes at the bonfire and run into the lake holding hands. That was pretty funny as they came back freezing and we didn't have any towels for them. They basically just dried off by the fire."

"Did they stay naked, or get dressed when they dried off?"

"They put underwear back on," he replied.

So far this sounds like every truth or dare party I've ever been too. Maybe even a little tame. Blake kept going.

"Wanna know some of the dares I did?"

"Sure. Why not? How stoned were you?"

"Got a little wasted, I'll admit that. It sure dropped a lot of my natural shyness," he said with a smirk.

"Not sure how you'd know, but whatever...keep going," I replied.

My first dare was with an extra named Shawnie. She's about 17, I think. Sort of cute, and had gigantic boobs. I think every guy was hoping to see them."

"Is this where I ask if they did?"

"Some did, but not everyone," he replied. "The dare was that I had to let her take out my penis and describe it to everyone without them seeing it. So, I had my back to everyone while she sat in front of me describing what she saw."

"That's an interesting dare," I said, not overly sure that wasn't more of a dare for Shawnie.

"My level two dare was the best one. It was with London," he grinned as he looked at me. "Don't get upset okay?"

"Fuck, what was the dare? Give him a full back tattoo with a rusty nail?"

"Wow, where do you come up with this shit? You might be crossing into schizophrenic territory," he said shaking his head slowly. "Actually, this was London's dare. My spin landed on him and he chose level two which was for the two of us to spend ten minutes in heaven together. We had to leave all our clothes, except for underwear and then go into the woods for ten minutes."

"That sounds tame for a level two," I admitted.

"That's what I though until the group added a bunch more rules. We had to return wearing the other person's underwear and we had to pick someone to go with us as a judge to ensure we did something worthy of ten minutes in heaven. We picked Thad to go with us."

"Good choice. I wanna ask if he joined in, or stayed a judge, but I'll wait for your story."

"This is another part you might not be okay with. Parental advisory stuff. Just letting you know."

"Got it. So far you're drunk and stoned playing sex games, I think we past the parental advisory shit a couple clicks back."

"We undressed down to our underwear and go into the woods together. I wanted Thad in just his underwear too, but that wasn't in the required rules, so he didn't. At first London was sort of hesitant and super nervous, but once everyone else was out of sight, he calmed down a bit. I suggested maybe we hug and kiss each other, just to satisfy the judge. He agreed, but no way that would be a level two dare. Once we hugged, it felt nice as our body heat swapped. As I kissed him, I sort of reached down and groped him too. I sort of expected he might jump back, but he didn't."

"Was he cool with it?"

"This is one of those gray areas. I think he was both stoned and drunk, and may not even have realized I had hold of him. Of course when he didn't respond, I slid my hand inside his underwear to hold it skin to skin. He didn't stop hugging me, but he obviously knew I was holding it as he boned up. Thad said that for a level two dare we had to get naked, so I took my shorts off and then slowly removed London's for him. I backed him up against a tree as we kept hugging. I think he was either cold or nervous, as he stayed tight up against me."

"Best way to ensure no one else is seeing everything you have while naked in the woods," I nodded. I'll admit, I'm a bit jealous, although I'm in no way surprised that Blake got him.

I just kept going and put our dicks together to stroke them at the same time. I figured that would be enough to satisfy the dare, but I dunno dad, my whole brain suddenly turned off and I think it also turned off my legs. I dropped to my knees and in like a half a second, I had his cock in my mouth sucking him off. He didn't move at all, and less than 15 seconds later, he was popping off in my mouth with a nice big load as if he hadn't jerked off in a week or more. Once I was done, I stood up and he had this glazed look in his eyes like either he'd crossed over to another universe, or just had the best orgasm of his life."

"Same thing," I shrugged.

"I was so horny that I know that if Thad hadn't called time on the ten minutes, I would have fucked London right there up against the tree, lube or no lube."

"That could be the biggest lesson of the day. The real reason you don't have sex while stoned or intoxicated. Neither of you can rationalize any real consent."

"What if it had been Thad and me? We've hooked up before so we'd totally have been okay, right?"

"That one is grayer, but even if you're having regular sex with someone, drugs and alcohol also impair or skew your limits. You might end up hurting each other, by being overly aggressive, or not realising you've passed your comfort zones. Best rule is that you avoid sex while your thinking is impaired."

"Make sense. I know I totally wanted to keep going as it was the first time I'd seen London naked, and I wanted to enjoy it. He wasn't really saying no, so it was just making me way hornier. We swapped underwear and returned where Thad announced we'd completed the dare."

"Did you do other dares?"

"Most of them were tame. Towards the end we did sort of group dares. The girls had to all stand in a line and let the guys decide who had the biggest boobs. Then another one was to decide who had the nicest boobs without size being a factor. The guys had to do it too. We had to show our dicks and the girls got to comment on them. It was basically a tie between me and a guy named Harlan when it came to size. I didn't even win nicest dick when soft. That went to Aiden. Cool thing though..."

"Is that you got to see every guy hard and soft, and every girl's boobs?" I commented quickly.

"Exactly. Of course, once we'd done all that we just dared everyone to run into the lake together. So, for the next 15 minutes everyone was mostly naked."

"Sounds like a pretty typical bonfire party," I nodded thoughtfully. "I'm guessing you had fun."

"Tons of fun," he nodded.

"Did it get any wilder or were those the highlights?"

"I dunno about wilder, but after we'd got dressed from the lake and everyone had warmed up, a few people broke off to go have time away from the group. At one point Thad grabbed me and we went and spied on Ian giving it to Alexis. He was really hammering her, but I think the dipshit forgot a condom. If I'd had lube, I'd have let Thad fuck me as he was pretty horny as we jerked off together watching them."

"Surprised you left home without it," I commented considering he has more bottle of it in his night table than a Shopper's Drug Mart.

"Me too. I suggested we 69, but he said he wasn't into it right at that moment. He's basically straight, but will fool around with a guy in a group thing, or if there isn't really another option handy. I'll go with `straight but willing' as a label. After Ian returned from the woods, we complimented him on his technique and let him know we'd been watching. He was totally embarrassed until we added a few more compliments. Then he began bragging a bit."

"Usually the way it happens," I nodded. "I guess the big question is, did you get any other action other than blowing London or jerking off with Thad? Sounds pretty tame for you. Maybe we should keep you drunk and stoned all the time if it limits your sex drive this much," I teased.

"Probably shouldn't. I'd be way too boring," he said shaking his head. "I didn't do much else at the bonfire, but after it broke up, me and Ian spent the night at Thad's hotel. Nothing happened there either, but we sure talked about all the girls and mostly about Ian doing Alexis. We even found out he'd hooked up with Victoria too, and we admitted we had as well. Guess we're fuck buddies now."

"Not what that means," I laughed. "I wonder what your next bonfires are gonna be like if that's how your first one was."

"I'm more interested in how London's gonna react on Monday when we get back to set. If he liked what we did, maybe I could bring him home and really show him some fun. Of course if he didn't like it, it's gonna make working together sort of weird."

"If he's like a lot of straight guys in that setting, he'll likely just pretend he doesn't remember anything happening, and will avoid your bonfires in the future," I rationalized.

"He's probably never going to do drugs or alcohol again, either," Blake chuckled.

"Speaking of drugs and alcohol, mister..." I began.

"Geez, will you look at the time," he said looking at his bare wrist. "I gotta get to bed. Early day tomorrow."

"It's 7:30," I said looking at the clock on the microwave.

"I know. I should have been in bed ages ago. Gotta get my beauty sleep to keep my youthful appearance."

"You're 14. You're nothing but youthful appearance."

He giggled, then turned serious. "I know I shouldn't have gotten drunk and stoned, Dad, but I figured I should at least participate a little bit, but responsibly. I didn't get fall down drunk or so wasted I didn't have control. Some guys did. They were puking hard by the end. I only did enough to just feel it and then stopped."

"I'll give you props for that, but I'm still disappointed that you did it at all. One of the strongest characters you can be is one that has his own mind. Any sheep can follow the others and do what they do. It takes a leader to say `no thanks' that's not for me."

"I know Dad, but hear me out on that. I could say it's not for me, but it wouldn't be true."

"What?"

"No...let me finish. If I just said it to get out of doing either the drugs or alcohol, I'd likely be lying since I haven't tried it to the point I got wasted. But since everyone saw me do it at the bonfire, now if I say no thanks, it's not for me, then I'm not being a chicken shit. I'm simply telling them that I didn't enjoy it. Makes more sense my way, don't you think?"

I paused, as he actually did make a lot of sense, but I'm pretty sure he should be getting in some sort of trouble for disobeying us on the whole issue. "I hear you Blake, but you still knew you shouldn't be doing it. If more kids stood up to peer pressure..."

"There'd be a lot more nerds in chess class and math club," he giggled.

"What do you think your punishment should be for knowingly disobeying the rules?"

"Punishment?" He asked surprised. "How about no broccoli for a month?"

"Blake," I warned, trying to remain serious.

"Okay. How about we just say that I learned my lesson and that you were right about both drugs and alcohol being bad for you. Now that I've tried both, I agree, and am ashamed of myself for not listening to you, and will never do it again."

"Better, but still lacking a punishment."

"I know you like that grounding thing, but that wouldn't really work since I'm on set more than half the day and the rest of the time I'm here anyway, mostly sleeping."

"Yeah, I think you're too old to be grounded anyway, and staying in your room isn't much of a punishment. I have to admit, I'd rather you tell us about things that you've done than keep them a secret, so I think punishing you for telling us the truth is counterproductive."

"So, as long as I tell you about stupid shit I do, I won't get into trouble?" He said perking up. I can see that being his defense at his criminal trial.

"No, there are always consequences for doing stupid shit. I'm guessing that blowing London will be the first of those consequences. Some could be good, others could be bad. Like your friend Ian having sex with that girl."

"Alexis," he added quickly.

"Alexis. If he came in her, there's a good chance that his consequence could be a lot more severe than yours with London."

"I dunno Dad. I think London and I would have a wicked hot baby if he looked like both of us," he chuckled. "I hear you though. If I do something I know is wrong I have to accept whatever comes along afterward. I guess I'm lucky I wasn't so wasted that I did a girl bareback, huh?"

"You are. You're also lucky you weren't so wasted that you acted on your impulse to fuck London."

"That wasn't so much luck Dad, as it was that we ran out of time."

"Are we in agreement that you're not going to be doing anymore alcohol or drugs?"

"We're in agreement. At least until I'm 19. Then we'll revisit the whole thing, right?"

"Right," I nodded as he leaned in to hug me. The little suck up sure knows how to work a room.

"Okay. Goodnight Dad...and thanks for being so cool about stuff."

"As long as you know you can always talk to us. So, you were serious about having to get to bed?"

"Yeah. Got a 6:00 call. That means I'm up by 5 again. Someone should tell directors that just because they're old, doesn't mean they can't sleep in like normal people."

He raced off and I was left to think about my entire weekend. Strangely, my thoughts went back to feeling jealous about Blake getting London. I'll tell you this much, if Blake gets London over to go swimming, I'll take that as an open-door opportunity to make a move. Blake may have blown him first, but I'm going to blow out his ass with my massive cock first. There...take that visual to bed with you.

End of Chapter.

Having reached 200 chapters, some comments I've received are that many were hesitant to start reading a story that was this long. Admittedly, anyone who emailed me, said they were enjoying it, but I wonder how many are out there that just skip over it? I'm still thinking about how to have the story continue, but break it into more manageable sections. I'd keep `Society on the Side' to provide the behind the scenes looks at the characters, but the main story could be more episodic instead of continuous? Still thinking about it.

Ideas about this are welcome. Junior Society Boys? The Society Boys – The Reboot? Society Boys in Space? Society Boys on Dinosaur Island? (Meh, I feel like that's been done). Adventures on Bare Island? (might be a short story). Wait...Star Trek: Society Boys. `To boldy go where no boy has gone before.' Like I said, working on it.

I still have over a thousand pages written that I'm trying to tie together, so no panic about running out of story yet. Just thinking of a way to get more readers. Can't really slap this on Disney Books. (Is that a thing?)

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