The Society Boys

The Society Boys By Connor Matthews

Chapter 47 -- Annual Meeting

I was picked up in the teeth of the dragon as I tried to make a run from the club. Jason was in front of me and I grabbed at his shirt, ripping it from him as I was thrown hundreds of feet into the air. I landed on a rock ledge filled with guys in jeans, plaid shirts and cowboy hats, drinking beer and watching NFL football. I knew I was in trouble. They immediately pounced on me, removed my cool club clothes and then surgically removed my genitals so that I looked like a Ken doll. I was then dressed to match them, sat in front of a giant TV screen, and held in place to watch a sport that had incessant babbling about each play. A giant computer kept announcing the scores on all sports that were going on around the world. The guys kept thanking Adam and asking for more details. I wanted to tell them all to shut up, but every time I opened my mouth, a beer bottle was shoved in it like a soother. A booming voice told me that I had failed to gather Lady Gaga's most sacred music and had been banished to hell. I was to serve my time surrounded by breeders who were not interested in sex or music, just sports. I awoke in a cold sweat and immediately went down on Colin to make sure I was back to reality and not stuck in a horrible nightmare. I think the stress of opening a club and running the `Q' was getting to me. Either that or I needed a really bizarre opening for a story. I liked the dragon though, we shall name him Bart!

I was so fucking busy between running the `Q' and getting ready for the general meeting in London, coming up with new ideas, helping with the club and doing pledge stuff that I almost didn't have time for sex. I said almost. I got home exhausted and Kyle was in the activity room watching a movie. He raised his hand over the back of the couch to wave to me.

"A wave? I bust my ass all day and come home tired and worn out and all I get is a wave." He jumped onto his knees and turned to stare at me over the edge of the couch with a big grin on his face.

"Get your clothes off and bend over the couch. I need to relieve some stress in your ass!" I said as I removed my shirt smiling at him.

"YAY!" He yelled as he threw clothes everywhere and ran to the back of the couch and bent over. I went behind him and dropped to my knees to rim that cute little ass before I fucked him. I shot my load and we headed for a quick shower.

"If that's how you relieve stress, I hope you come home stressed every day," said Kyle as he kissed me under the warm water. "Can I help you with the club or something?"

"Sure. That might be good for you." I said as we finished up.

"By the way, who's Adam?" he asked as we got dressed.

"Huh?" I said looking at him.

"Adam. You call him a few times a day but you just seem to ask him questions. Is he like a help line or something?" Fuck, who needs Adam snooping into things when we have a Kyle. Wonder what Kyle stands for? Keen Youth Listening Everywhere.

"Yeah, something like that," I said vaguely. It seemed to satisfy him so we headed out to grab some dinner that he insisted on paying for since he was `rich' according to him.

Jason had decided to open the club for the last long weekend of the summer, which meant that work had increased to a furious pace to get it all done within a month. Normally things like this would take six months, but Colin had used extra resources to push it faster. He had set Jason up with his own limited partnership and allowed him to use the corporate lawyers and accountants to keep track of things until he got on his feet. Something told me that Colin was using some of his own money to pay for things that Jason couldn't afford or hadn't budgeted for.

The hiring was going well and Jason had taken Colin's advice and now had a Human Resources manager to do most of the basic work. He was a guy who had lots of experience with night club staffing, so was a valuable resource.

One surprise came when Jake showed up at the house to talk to Jason and me. "As you guys know, I have to step down as President at the end of this year, because I will have done the maximum of three years." Ha! I knew that one! "I would like to apply for a position in the club you guys are opening."

We talked to him for a while and realized he would be a perfect guy to be our Entertainment Director as he had contacts everywhere and knew how to get things done. We discussed the position with him which, in addition to booking acts and preparing the theme nights, would be in charge of all staff that were not working bars, security or maintenance. That included go-go boys, waiters, VIP and XVIP teams, and of course all entertainers. He would make sure that the look of the club was always perfect and that any promotional material ran through him. It was a monster task and he would need a team to work with him as he couldn't do it alone.

A bar manager was hired who had worked in several large clubs, and he was also going to need a large staff to handle the more than 40 service points in the 7 separate bars when the club was in full operation. I was beginning to get worried that we had bitten off a bit more than we knew how to handle, so we needed to make sure that we had good people at the helm who did know what they were doing. Jason fought Colin on hiring an Executive Manager to run the club as he said he wanted to do it, but Colin convinced him that he would be better off just owning it and directing what he wanted to happen instead of being involved at that level. Thankfully he gave in and the Executive Manager was hired. He was older than all of us but still young enough to know what the scene was all about. He was in his mid-thirties and gay. I thought he was a really good looking guy for someone so old. The only hiring part I wanted to be involved in was the go-go boys and the XVIP team for the exclusive floor.

Things were coming along fast and each Manager had a list of things that he wanted to make life easier and efficient. The builders were doing things so fast that every day I went back the club looked different. This would be the hottest club seen anywhere.

Colin and I had to take a trip to London for the Annual meeting of the `Q' and would be gone for 5 days. Of course, we had to let Kyle know as he would be home alone.

"Can I go with you guys?" He asked.

"I'm not sure; do you have your passport?" He ran back to his room and bounced back into my room with it, smiling.

"So what should I pack? Are we going someplace warm or cold?" He said as if he'd already been told he could go.

"Hmmm, you'd need swim shorts and lube!" I laughed.

He giggled and ran out of the room only to return with shorts in one hand and a bottle of lube in the other. "Okay, I'm packed, can I go?"

Colin looked and me and shrugged. "It's a business trip, so you might be on your own for a lot of the time."

"That's okay, I've never been anywhere except Paris, so it'll be fun. Where are we going?"

"London." I told him.

"Why do I need a passport to go to Ontario?" He asked looking at us.

"Not that London, the other one, in England."

"Cool! I'll meet the Queen and we can drive on the wrong side of the street."

"Sure Kyle." I said laughing at him. He hugged us and asked when we were leaving and how long we were gone for.

"In two hours, so go pack." I replied.

He ran off to get his shit ready and was a whirlwind of activity as he ran around the house. "Do they speak English there?" He yelled from his room "Or should I download a translation app for us?"

"Well, it's called England, so you figure it out." I yelled back.

"Okay." He said and things went quiet. A few minutes later, he yelled back and informed us that they did but he was downloading an App anyway in case we needed them. I had to laugh at his enthusiasm. By the time he finished packing he had two large suitcases and his daypack.

"You know we're only gone for 5 days right?" I asked.

"Yep. So do you think this is enough, or am I gonna have to buy stuff when we get there? Do you think they'll have stuff that I would like?"

"I'm sure that they'll have stuff. We're going to England not Survivor."

We got to the airport and he ran onto the plane and took his seat and strapped in. Kyle was acting more like Cory than a 16 year old, he was so excited. By the time we got into the air and levelled out he went and explored the plane. He returned quickly and told us all about the cockpit and what the pilots had told him. Unlike a commercial flight where the cockpit was now behind bulletproof doors and out of bounds to everyone, this plane was accessible. Apparently he had asked if they would let him fly it, but they said that it was on autopilot, although he was allowed to sit in the co-pilots seat, which he told us was the coolest thing he had ever done and now wanted to be a pilot.

"So, now that I'm a `Q' can I join another club too?" He asked sitting on my lap.

"What club is that?" I asked staring into his cute blue eyes.

"The Mile High Club!" He said throwing his arms around my neck and putting his head on my shoulder and looking up at me with puppy dog eyes.

Now who were we to refuse; so we inducted Kyle into the Club and gave him the traditional club welcome. He was screwed and blown until he was empty of all his pent up boy juices. We slept for the remainder of the trip, at least Colin and I did, but Kyle went back up to learn more about flying. I wonder if the pilots learned what Kyle now knew about the mile high club.

We landed in Heathrow and rushed to the hotel after clearing customs. The last thing that any of us wanted to do was sleep, so we jumped on the Underground and went to see some tourist sites. We took pictures at Buckingham Palace where Kyle was sure he saw the Queen in the window. Then it was off to the Tower of London where the guys tried to have me beheaded, but apparently the axes weren't available. We did learn that if you pleasured the Queen, you could stay there for the rest of your life...or something like that. I think the English saying was that you could be detained at her Majesty's pleasure, but who could tell with the strange accents. The Crown jewels were pretty amazing and I think Colin thought it was a gift shop, but couldn't figure out where to purchase one of the crowns for me.

Then it was off to see Big Ben. Kyle said the guy at the gate didn't look that big until we pointed out that it referred to the clock, rather than the guy at one of the gates to Parliament. He wondered why they named things after guys'; Big Ben and Loo kept coming into his head. He heard a couple of guys say they were going out for a fag, so he followed them, only to come back disappointed when he found out they just went for a smoke.

"I thought you said they spoke English here, ya git!" He complained.

We quickly took the Eye of London ride to see everything and take some great pictures. The day had taken its toll and we headed back to the hotel to grab some sleep before Colin and I had to be at our meeting tomorrow. Kyle assured us that he would be fine and was planning on checking out the whole city.

After breakfast Colin and I headed to the meeting room to ensure that everything was in order. We met several of the high council who welcomed me and began talking about their experiences as others arrived.

Once the meeting began, Colin and I sat at the head table on stage with a couple of guys on either side of us that were part of the administrative staff.

Colin began the proceedings by announcing me and telling everyone how the club was doing and how many charities we had helped in the past year. There were cheers and yells as each major clubs contributions were announced. Of course the smaller clubs got accolades mentioning percentages compared to membership, which was nice to see.

Then came the tough parts where everyone expressed their thoughts and concerns about changes we should implement and things that they had trouble with this year, as well as the good things or exciting new things they had done. It took the rest of the day to go through all that, and we had stopped for lunch and then had a group dinner later that evening. The plan for the next day was to see what changes we could make and formulate some new directions and help solve the problems that the clubs were facing, if any.

By the time I got back to the room with Colin, I was almost regretting the decision to be the C.O.O. as it seemed really complicated. No fucking way I could do this alone and I sure as hell wondered how Colin had kept it afloat with Carter for so long. We opened the door to the room to find Kyle in bed with two guys that he was showing some true Canadian hospitality to.

"Hello Lads!" he said in his newly acquired British accent. "These are me new mates Jamie and Nicholas. We've been shagging and snogging for hours. I'm knackered!"

I had no idea what he'd just said, but he seemed happy enough. The naked boys with him seemed a little unsure about having more company. "Nice, mate" said one of them. "We'll make you a Brit yet."

"As long as it doesn't take a fortnight, cause I'm only here for a few days." He giggled. "But you guys aren't going to believe this." He said as he raised each of his new friends, err...mates, feet and showed us their Q' tattoos. "This whole hotel is full of `Q' members. I was in the pool downstairs and they were everywhere." How is it that Kyle notices all this stuff? The only time I notice is after I get their legs over their heads. Kyle uses it as a tool to get into their pants.

"But I'll tell you all about my day once we finish buggering each other." He said. Somehow that didn't sound right. "Why don't' you guys join in, I'm sure the lads would like a couple extra blokes to snog. Right now they just look gobsmacked at having you stand there." He looked at the two guys "gobsmacked, right?"

"Sure" they laughed.

"In case you're wondering, I had to us my translator to know if I liked snogging and shagging before I agreed to hook up with them. I almost turned them down because they asked me if I was taking the piss out of them as I checked what they were saying and I'm not really into that."

"I told you mate, taking the piss isn't a watersport, it means `are you kidding me'?" said the cute guy on his back with Kyle's dick in his ass.

We joined in and learned a lot of new words as well. No wonder Kyle was talking a whole new language. Apparently pants aren't pants, they're underwear and when you bum someone, it was the same as fucking them. But you didn't rim their ass, you rimmed their arse. Shite was used in place of shit. As in, `Shite, that's a big willy, mate.' A willy was my dick. I'd have to download my own translator after we'd finished fucking the hot English dudes, blokes, lads, mates...whatever. My Mom always told me not to talk with my mouth full, so feeding them cock seemed the best way to shut everyone up for a while as I was getting a headache. We finished playing with them and they asked Kyle if he wanted their mobile numbers. He figured he did and when they got out their cell phones, he was certain of it.

"See, I told you I could take care of myself," said Kyle after the guys left. "But right now I need a shower and then I'm going to watch some telly." He giggled. I'm guessing he meant TV. I hadn't realized just how big a sponge Kyle really was. He was still using his English accent when he came back out and flopped onto the bed naked to watch TV. He told us about some of his other adventures during the day, including riding on a double decker bus, and showed us all the pictures he had taken which were impressive.

The next day, we went back to our meeting and it was my turn to present some new ideas that I had discussed with Colin.

"Gentlemen, after listening to everyone yesterday and over the past several weeks, it is clear that we need to make a few changes to ensure that we grow as an organization and keep focused on what is truly important; having a safe place for gay and bisexual guys to feel comfortable and meet similar people, while at the same time protecting those who need us. It might be oversimplified, but I think that's truly our mission.

I have spoken with Colin and we agree that the membership should still have an air of mystery about it, but it's perhaps time for the Q' society as a whole to come out of the closet. Last year we gave over 900 million dollars to charities around the world and no one knew where that money came from. It's time to tell them and make it easier for gay guys who need us to find us." The large screen behind me flashed up with Come out of the Closet.'

The second thing I would like to see changed is the pledging requirements. We only do it once a year in most markets and then it's a long drawn out process. If each club creates a pledge committee, they could run pledging throughout the year and simplify some of the tasks while keeping the spirit of the tests intact. For example we only allow one pledge per member per year and a maximum of 20 are selected. Of that 20, we're lucky if half make it. What happens if we make it unlimited? Keep the requirement that if your pledge fails you make it you will be punished, so that guys think about it before recommending absolutely everyone, but do run pledging maybe every three months and make it last only a couple of weeks at the most." I looked at the screen and `Year Round Pledging' appeared on the screen."

"Our club in Kansas City, USA has the highest membership per capita than any other and they are growing rapidly. I talked to Ryder, the President of their club to see how they did it." I pointed to Ryder in the crowd, "and they implemented a rule that each member must participate in at least one activity per year; ensuring much stronger loyalty and within their club. The older members feed on the excitement of the newer ones and the older ones share stories of events of the past. As a result of this, we propose that we change the rules internationally to make it mandatory for all members to attend at least one activity per year and all first years to attend at least six events."

"Each club has always been allowed to raise funds for the charities in their countries that they believe are important. I would like to suggest that as an organization we focus on a specific, current worldwide issue each year and assign 10% of the money raised to this cause. That would be almost 100 million dollars worldwide. Imagine what we could do to help. After discussing it all with you over the past little while and from news reports, it appears that the biggest issue facing youth whether they have gay rights or not, is bullying. Regardless of whether it's a country like the Netherlands or Canada with equal rights; or countries like United Arab Emirates and Iran where you can be put to death. Even in America where half the states do not have laws protecting homosexuals from hate crimes, bullying is a real problem. There are organizations like the Trevor Project' or the It Gets Better Project' that are doing a fine job in this area, but perhaps there are others we could investigate or even come up with our own plan."

I ended with a presentation of the new interactive manual and told them that it was only in English at the moment, but that it would be available in most major languages shortly. The guys applauded and I sat down. We took a break for lunch which was served in the large meeting room. As we finished eating and mingling around, we sat back down and prepared for the afternoon session. As I got ready, a waiter filled up my water from behind me. I said thanks and a familiar voice said "You're welcome."

I turned and saw a grinning Kyle in a waiter's uniform. It was easily two sizes too big for him. "Kyle! What the fuck are you doing in here?" I asked shocked to see him.

"Shhh. I'm a waiter." He giggled. I escorted him out of the room without embarrassing him. Once I got out into the hall and away from any traffic area, I talked to him.

"Seriously, what are you doing?" I said a little pissed, but trying not to show it. Colin saw him and I'm sure I'd be hearing about it.

"I wanted to know what you guys were doing. I know this isn't just a business meeting. This whole hotel is full of Q' guys. This is a club meeting or something isn't it? Why can't I join in? I'm Q'." He said sounding a little hurt.

"It's not like that." I told him. Look, go have some fun in the city and I'll see if I can explain it to you tonight." I needed time to think and come up with what I could say to Colin.

"Okay, but you're gonna have to find someone else to fill up your water this afternoon." He said grinning at me as if he had no idea what type of shit this could create. To him, he was just being inquisitive Kyle.

"I'll manage." I said slapping him on his cute ass to send him on his way. He's like the little brother I never had and I really loved him, but sometimes he was just about as annoying as a real brother. This was one of those times. I went back in to the meeting and Colin immediately whispered to me.

"So what does he know?"

"He just thinks it's a meeting of Q' members and wants to be part of it." I explained. "But you know what he's like; he'll figure it out eventually. He's already overheard me talking to Adam' on the phone, but for now he thinks it's a help line."

"Well, you know with all these changes we're making, maybe you could use some extra help and he has certainly proven he can keep a secret. Plus he's observant enough to find things out. Maybe we should show him who we are and then we wouldn't have to sneak around the house anymore."

I loved the idea. Having Kyle involved could be a big advantage, especially since he was so eager to do things. I didn't want Colin to think I'd just take the easy way out though. "I suppose, but let me think about it first. We need to know our plans and what changes this meeting will bring before we add someone at our level."

"Okay, it's your call, but just so you know I'm all for it. Kyle is a decent guy and I love him as much as you do."

Our meeting continued until we finally decided to break for dinner in another banquet room before returning to complete our mission. My objectives were accepted, although the clubs decided to keep the money raise for charities in their own areas. We would decide at a later date about an organization to partner with in each zone that would work on bullying or equal rights. The guys decided to work into the night, so that we could have fun tomorrow in London instead of a third day of meetings. We would still meet but more as a social gathering and there were a few activities planned, like a large boat cruise and a few tours of London.

We got back up to the room and Kyle had a few more guys with him. One was the guy from yesterday, but the other three were new. That boy needs a leash, or maybe that's not a good idea, it would start him into bondage, if I knew Kyle. "Blokes, these are me roomies, Colin and Justin. Lads, these are me new friends Nathan, Jon, Allan, and you already know Jamie. We're just having a shag before we head down to the chippie for tea. Are you coming or do you need to hit the bog first?" He was grinning like the `cheeky' bastard he was.

"Colin, call security. Someone stole Kyle and replaced him with a British guy." I laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, just go spend a penny and Bob's your uncle." He said waving his hand at me as if to dismiss me. If he really did take a two week vacation here, I would need to have him re-educated once we got him home. He was even saying fuck to sound like fook.

Colin and I went and had a quick shower before we changed into something for the night. The other guys had pretty much finished up and took turns in the `loo' to get ready. As we headed out one guy turned at the last minute and said he'd left his mobile in the toilet.

"Well, if I were you I'd forget about it and go buy another one. It'll be ruined anyway." I told him. The guy looked at me as if I were a fucking `nutter' and retrieved it. Kyle said that they call the whole bathroom the toilet, so he'd probably just left it on the counter. I started looking for the translation app. Kyle didn't seem so stupid now for putting it on his phone. I seriously thought they spoke normal English.

We bought the guys fish and chips at the Chippie and received a variety of Ta's and Cheers, which I assumed meant thanks. I was half lost when I was told to pay with squid, but it turns out it was quid', which was slang for pound, like buck' is slang for dollar. As we talked about food, Kyle giggled when he told me that if we heard someone had spotted dick, it wasn't contagious, it was some sort of meal. I was `dead chuffed' to know that. See I'm learning this English stuff and it was fun having Kyle around, as each time he learned something new, he put it into his App dictionary. Jon invited us around to his flat to see how Brits lived compared to Canadians. He lived on the top floor so we piled into the lift to get there. I really have no idea how come our English and theirs was so different, especially since both Canada and America were all originally rooted in Britain. Oh, and if you're ever in England and don't wish to have your teeth rammed down your throat, don't ask for two of something by holding up two fingers as if you're giving a peace sign. Apparently it's the same as using the middle finger in North America. I almost didn't get my two extra orders of chips at the restaurant. Fortunately one of the guys explained that we were Canadians.

Jon's apartment flat was small but comfortable enough for him. The one thing I found interesting was that his washer and dryer were all one unit and was in his kitchen. I thought it was the dishwasher. We enjoyed getting to know the guys and of course finished the night by having sex with them. As is usual in England, all of them were uncut, but had really nice dicks and we totally had fun for a few hours.

We got back to the hotel and once again Kyle had told us about the remainder of the day. He said he saw a sign for the Piccadilly Circus but once he got there he couldn't find the circus so was a bit disappointed. He had managed to find a gay club and when I asked how he knew it was a gay one, he said because it was called G-A-Y. Must be to help confused tourists. He showed us pictures of everything and had even gone to Abbey Road to cross the crosswalk made famous by the Beatles. Apparently he had met Allan at the Piccadilly Circus when he was looking for the actual circus and they spent the rest of the day together, with Allen being the guide.

I still remember the shy quiet Kyle who had come up to talk to Alex and I in school and compared him to this outgoing confident Kyle. I liked this Kyle better. He slept with us again. I don't think he'd used his bed for anything except his luggage.

The next day, we finalized our meetings in the morning. The tour of the city and boat cruise were open to all members of the Q' who wanted to attend, so we took Kyle along. He was thrilled and anxious to meet more Q' members. The tour took a couple hours before we were dropped at the boat dock. Kyle talked to everyone trying to find out more about them; where they were from and what they did. He struggled with the guys with broken English, but never shied away from trying to understand them. I was truly amazed by him.

"So, I think all of these guys are like super `Q's or something." He said as he came up to me holding a glass of wine, which I took off him and replaced with a soda.

"What's a super `Q'?" I asked curiously.

"I dunno. It seems like there's only one, or at the most, two from each country, so maybe they're like a delegate or ambassador or something." He was just talking out loud letting me know what he was thinking, sounding like he was trying to interrogate me. Smart little bugger.

"I don't think so. It's just a meeting, but then I haven't really met everyone yet." I lied. One thing at a time. "Tell you what, drop it for now and keep your mouth shut and I'll let you have a couple drinks tonight."

He agreed smiling and we stood up to go get him a drink. At least I'd have some time to put a plan into place first, and a couple drinks would hurt. Better he try it around us than around his friends where things could get out of control. I handed him a beer and he took a drink and quickly spit it overboard. He handed me the beer back.

"I think this one's gone bad. It's disgusting." He said sticking his tongue out to get the taste out of his mouth. I took a sip and it tasted fine to me.

"So go ask the bartender to make you a cocktail." I suggested.

"Like what?"

"I dunno. Ask him for a Toblerone Martini or something." I said. He returned a few moments later with his beige drink.

"These are really good. Way better than beer. How can you drink that stuff?" he said noticing I was drinking the one he gave me back.

"You get used to it."

"Nuh uh, but I could get used to these." He said holding up the martini. "Cheers Mate." He clinked his glass to my bottle. He ran off happily to meet some more people. I socialized with as many as I could and I saw Colin doing the same thing. Most of the Presidents said that it was a really good meeting and that they enjoyed it this year and were looking forward to the changes. I felt pretty good, so of course I drank a bit more. The night progressed and everyone was having a good time. I saw Kyle a little while ago leading a guy off by the hand. Something told me he was having a good time too. It wasn't long after that that I saw him coming towards me.

"Dude can you fuck me. I just need to get fucked." He slurred as came up and leaned against me. "I really need fucking k? I luv you ya know! I think...I'd like to marry you... and have babies n stuff, mmm,k!" He was absolutely shit faced. Maybe I should have made him stick with the beer instead of something that tasted awesome and had a big kick to it. He bent over the railing and pulled the back of his pants down, exposing his ass. "Just put it in there `k!" I pulled his pants back up and turned him around.

"Later buddy. Colin, we have a code red with Kyle." I said as I waved him over. Kyle looked at me grinning, trying to stay upright as the boat swayed.

"Did you just order a code red?" He giggled. "Tell me the truth."

I played along. "You can't handle the truth."

"Yes I can! Did you order a code red?" He said a bit louder giving me a drunken smile.

"You're damn right I did." I laughed at him. He giggled, hiccupped, and fell over a small obstacle on the deck going over onto his back still giggling.

"Oh shit." I said as Colin and I helped him back up.

"I'll get some water" said Colin as I took hold of Kyle.

"And get me another martini, k!" Said Kyle grinning. "Those are my favorites for sure."

"I think you've had enough for tonight." I told him. I was actually feeling quite a buzz myself so maybe we'd both had enough.

He whispered at me in loud whisper that was trying to sound quiet. "These guys are all really cute right? We should take some home with us, k! I already did three, but we should do more."

Colin returned with a couple bottles of water and I gave one to Kyle. "No thanks. I'm saving room for a martini drink." He said as he sat down.

"Let's have one of these first, to help wash the other ones down, okay." I said. He shrugged and downed the bottle of water. I gave him the second one and told him to sip it.

"Let's go downstairs, cause there's lots of naked guys down there and maybe we can have some sex n stuff." He slurred as he tried to stand up. I helped him and thought it might not be a bad idea. Maybe sweating the alcohol out in a wild sex frenzy would be a good thing. Colin agreed that it was better to keep him busy than letting him sit around bored, so we helped him downstairs where at least a couple dozen guys were involved in a group orgy. We stripped and then helped Kyle out of his clothes. He went to work on the closest cock and insisted that I fuck him. I slowly slid my hard cock into my little buddy and fucked him gently enjoying every inch of his warm hole. Even though I'd fucked him a lot, every time still felt like the first. I leaned forward and kissed his smooth soft skin as I thrust back and forth inside him. Colin had knelt down beside me and we began kissing. After a few minutes, I pulled out of Kyle's ass and moved to the side to allow Colin to take my place. Kyle sighed as he sucked another cock that was presented to him. I blew a guy standing in front of me, and before long I was in the middle of a group; all wanting to suck or fuck. Once Colin pulled out of our young friend, Kyle was helped up and placed on his back on a large ottoman looking table. His legs were lifted over his head and guys were all over him as they fucked his ass and face. There was a line up to get with him. I guess he really had gotten to know most of the guys. Every naked guy was getting action of some sort and we made sure that we pulled Kyle out a few times to ensure he was getting lots of water to avoid a hangover and try to sober him up a bit. It seemed that as long as he was having sex, he wasn't worried about drinking. So we kept having sex. Every part of me was sore, from lips to ass and even my cock, but damn I was as happy as everyone else. I had cum at least three times and still wasn't done until one really talented guy sucked my cock right down his throat and swallowed my final load.

I went over to Kyle who was so well used he looked like he had been dunked in a vat of mayonnaise. He was like the United Nations of cum and was grinning happily. Probably because he was still hammered. I got him cleaned up in the bathroom the best I could before we got dressed. Then we went back up onto the deck to get some fresh air and more water. The boat returned to shore and everyone was shuttled back to the hotel. Kyle was still looking for more guys to play with, but I figured he'd had enough. Even the hotel staff were on his `must do' list. Colin and I helped him take a cool shower before we all fell asleep in bed.

Morning arrived and we all woke up a little slowly, although surprisingly Kyle seemed in better shape than me. I had a headache whereas Kyle just seemed tired. He was the first one awake and woke me with a blow job, then by sitting on my cock. His bouncing woke Colin up who jerked off as he watched Kyle riding me and stroking his cock.

"Oh fuck yeah!" He said "I'm gonna cum." Colin quickly sat up and wrapped his lips around Kyle's hard dick and was rewarded with fresh morning protein to help his hangover. He sucked every drop out of Kyle, as I filled his ass with my load. Then Kyle got off me and sucked Colin until he was done. We went back to sleep for another hour before getting up and preparing to leave.

"I had such an awesome time. Hopefully we can come back to England again" said Kyle as he packed his stuff before we headed down to breakfast. It took us a long time to say goodbye to the guys and Kyle was gathering numbers as if it were a contest. But sadly the time came for us to head to the airport and return home.

Once we got back, Kyle went over to Aaron's to fill him in on the trip and I had no doubt they would be planning how to get back there soon. Colin and I discussed Kyle and I told him that I thought perhaps it would be best to tell him everything so that he wouldn't snoop where he didn't belong. I'd do it in the next few days. For now we took a day to relax and unwind from the adventure. I kinda wished I'd taken video of Kyle when he was drunk; it was hilarious watching him but I didn't want it to become a habit. We may have to lock up the liquor cabinet, or perhaps it would just be easier to lock Kyle up.

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