So Cal Summer 69
by Flip McHooter
Chapter 28
"Who is the Dark Man?" Enzo and Kenji asked simultaneously.
"He's the guy that grabbed Ryan right when the cops showed up last night. You guys had left the party by then and didn't see him. We think he lives in the bushes behind Ry's house," Jake said.
I let out a sigh, and said, "Once he grabbed me, he brought me back here underneath the treehouse. He talked all funny-like and said I have to watch out for my 'boy'. I'm not sure why because he didn't tell me. Jake can take care of himself. Geez. I wish he'd leave us alone."
"Did he hurt you?" Kenji asked.
"Are you scared of him?" Enzo asked.
"No. And no. In a weird way, I think he looks out for us. It's hard to say though because I only talked to him that one time. And he's incredibly hard to understand," I said. "He talks weird, like in strange rhymes or something."
"Hey, Ry, it's possible he's just out of smokes," offered Jake.
"Yeah, that's probably it. Maybe I'm making a big deal out of nothing."
"Could be. When we go in the house, we can snag a pack or two from the Lulus, and that will keep him happy for now. I won't let him hurt you, Ry. I promise." Jake looked over at me with his goofy grin. He was right. I didn't have anything to worry about.
"You're right, dude. Let's go, guys."
Inside the house, the little men were watching a rerun of The Rifleman, and when Chris spotted his brother, he couldn't help himself and ran over to Enzo to give him a big hug because he had his big brother back. He was kinda shy about it at first, but Enzo picked him up and practically hugged him to death, squeezing the air out of his lungs. They both started laughing, and that made all of us act silly, so we started hugging and kissing everybody in the room. It was funny and touching at the same time. Finally, Sloan came in and barked once, wondering what was going on and wanted to get in on the action. Jake picked her up and started kissing her on the top of her head sending us into hysterical fits of giggles.
"All right, enough hugging everybody. Enough! Jake, put that darn dog down. Who wants some dinner?" I asked. I got five "I do's" and one loud bark with some serious tail wagging. "Jordy, you and Chris go feed Sloan. Make sure you put warm water on her Gravy Train. Remember: It has a savory taste dogs are crazy about," I said in my best TV announcer voice. Like it matters since dogs eat anything in sight. Man, they even eat cat poop for shit's sake!
"Okay. Shebang! C'mon Chris, c'mon Sloany girl," Jordy said, and the three of them took off for the laundry room, running at lightning speed.
"My mom said there's some Lasagna in the freezer, but that's going to take forever to heat up in the oven and will get the house hot. What else are you guys hungry for?" I asked, opening up the refrigerator door and pawing around inside. "There are a couple packs of wieners in here that I can put on the grill. Or we can order Pizza Man."
"NO!" all the guys shouted at the same time.
"I'm tired of pizza," Kenji said.
"He's been here enough already," Jake said.
"I think that guy is freaky," added Enzo.
"Okay, already, I get it. I don't think we have any hot dog buns," I said, changing the subject.
"I'm pretty sure my mom has some buns over at our pad. Maybe hamburger buns, but those will work if we slice the wieners in half. Want me to go check?" he asked. "I'll grab a couple packs of her smokes, too."
"Yeah, dude, that sounds groovy. Get the Newport's. And remember: 'They smoke fresher'," I said, using my TV voice again. I needed to stop watching so much TV. "Get the Imperial size, if she has them."
"Roger that, Bucky. Kenji, wanna tag along?"
"Sure, man. Let's rock an' roll." He was beaming all of a sudden, grinning ear-to-ear like Enzo was. He seemed like he was a happy camper to me, but since Enzo had kissed him, he was walking on freakin' clouds. "I'll be right back, Enzo," he said with a smile and a wink as he and Jake headed out to the front door.
"C'mon, Enzo. Let's go outside and light the grill. Then we can go swipe some brews out of my dad's stash in the fridge in the garage. He never notices because my mom keeps filling it right back up for him."
"That's cool. Let's do it," he said. "But I'm only gonna have one. I got too wasted at Coop's party last night."
"Yeah, you were pretty trashed all right," I turned around and yelled at Jordy to tell him we'd be back in a few minutes and not to go anywhere. Then, once we got out on the pool deck in front of the bar-b-que, I crunched up some old newspaper and topped it off with some briquettes out of the red, white and blue bag lying off to the side, and dropped a lit match into the bottom of the grill. After it took, I closed the lid so the old crud would burn off. Once it was smoking pretty good, we headed for the garage.
"You have a great place here, Ryan. You're lucky," Enzo said, taking a long look around. "Your backyard is so bitchin and private."
"I know. But your place is nice, too. You guys have that neat hot tub next to your pool. I bet you get a boner soaking in it, outside and everything."
"Yeah, but we never use it. Anyway, everybody is so happy over here. You got a mom and dad that love you, a groovy dog and bitchin friends. I'm worried about what's going to happen next for me, I guess."
"Look, Enzo. You have a great dad who cares for you. He wouldn't have had that lady pretend to be your mom if he didn't think it was the right thing to do for you guys. It got fucked up at the end, and she took advantage of you, maybe to get even with your dad. But I think he really wants the best for you. In fact, I know it. You'll see. Things are gonna get a lot better. I promise," I said, walking into the dark garage.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"What do you mean, I guess so? Not only does your dad love you, your little brother thinks you're boss. And now you've got Kenji, too. You know," I said, turning around and poking him in the shoulder, "Kenji never, ever, gave up on you, even when you were treating him like crap yesterday at the party. Maybe he loves you, I don't know, but he's a good friend. But even if he doesn't love you that way, he's gonna be there for you, and you're lucky to have him. He's great." I was kinda worried that I might have pissed him off by poking him.
"I know you're right. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and get over it. It's been a while since I've been this happy and it feels so weird. I'm scared it won't last."
"I get it. But she's history, and now you can do anything you want. You're in charge, man, like for the first time in your entire life. You're totally free. You should be jumping up and down. No more pussies. Unless that's what you want."
"Hell no! And when did you get to be so smart?" Enzo said, flashing me a big smile. He really was a good looking dude when he was happy.
"I don't know. Maybe when I fell for Jake. He brings out these happy-pappy things in me that I didn't know were inside. It's strange," I said, turning around and reaching into the old fridge to hand him a couple of brown beer bottles. "I never paid any attention to chicks and figured that when the time was right, I'd meet a girl, get married and have a bunch of kids. But Jake came along, and it was like karma. Jake calls it Karmann Ghia."
"That's trippy. He's a funny guy. You guys make a good team." Then, after a few seconds of silence, he looked at me and sincerely said, "Ryan, I can't thank you enough for everything you did for me. My water polo friends would never have done that. You know, make me confront my dad and stuff. They make believe that they're your friends but, honestly, they're not."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'm not surprised though. I knew some of them were dicks, but I didn't think the whole team was like that."
"Not all of them, but yeah, most of them are dicks. They pull some nasty shit on some of the guys that we play, and sometimes on each other."
"Yeah, I figured that out. I tried out with the freshman team last year, but I didn't like getting kicked in the nuts all the time. That seems like chicken shit to me."
"They can be real dumbasses sometimes," Enzo said. "And they treat the freshman guys like crap." He went quiet for a second, remembering everything that happened and figuring out what he was going to say next. "You know, I wasn't too happy with you tying me up in the locker room like that, but I see why you did it now. I was a real dumbass too, just like them. But, you know, I want us to be better friends now. Can you forgive me for the shit I gave you this last year?"
"Of course, man. I told you before that's in the past. I'm sorry for shoving that jock in your mouth. We didn't have a lot to work with in there, or I would've used something else. Anyway, promise me when something's on your mind or bugging you that you tell one of us so we can help you fix it or get you some help. That's why you gotta have great friends and be cool with them. We gotta have each other's backs, man."
"Thanks, dude," he said, and reached over and gave me an awkward hug, practically making me drop the beers on the garage floor. I reached around and hugged him back. We stood there like that for a few seconds because I could feel he was starved for love. It wasn't sexy or anything, and we didn't get boners, it was just friends doing what they needed to do, even if we were both guys. It felt good and right, and I'm sure he appreciated it, even if it was kinda awkward.
Breaking our embrace, I said, "C'mon dude. Let's go check on the bar-b-que. The little men are probably wondering where we disappeared to."
"Wait a sec. I want to ask you something. It's about sex and, well, you offered to help me out."
"Okay, it's groovy. I'm no expert, but fire away," I said, sticking my head out the door to make sure the little men weren't looking for us or that the grill hadn't started the house on fire.
"Well, you know I don't have much experience in the sex department. That woman who pretended to be my mom made me do things to her but she never, ever, made me feel good. It was about her, and I hated doing it. What I mean is, it was a one-way street, and I never got my rocks off. Kenji has blown me a few times, and that felt good, but I guess what I'm trying to ask is how do two guys do it? I mean, this is weird, but how can I make him feel good too? I feel bad that I never reciprocated. I want to, but I don't know how."
"Oh wow. Okay, let's see," I said, scratching my head. "I think I get what you're talking about. Well, let's start with this. What do you like to do?"
"Well, I love it when he sucks on my dick and especially when I shoot off in his mouth. And I want to suck on his prick, too, but I'm not sure I want him to blow off in my mouth, you know what I'm saying? What if I don't like it or I gag or barf or something? I don't want to make him mad," he said, as he looked at the cement floor and kicked his foot back and forth at something visible only to him. I could tell that this was hard for him to talk about. "But I want him to feel good like he makes me feel good. I mean, that's only fair, right? And what about, well, cornholing? I've heard the guys joking about it in the locker room, and it kinda gets me excited, but they always made fun of it. Can two guys really do that? Seriously. Does a hard dick honestly fit up inside another dude's butthole? I feel sorry that I don't know this stuff… I'm gonna be seventeen for shit's sake."
"Oh yeah, guys can definitely do that. That shit's freakin' far out. But dude? Cornholing? So let's start at the top, all right? Kissing is awesome and so is rubbing on each other and feeling each other up. Jake and I like to lie on top of each other and grind our bodies into each other while we kiss."
"Oh, wow!" Enzo's face started to blush. "That sounds boss."
"It is!"
"I don't know if I can do that. I'm not spontaneous," he said.
"Sure you are. Just start slow. You can take your shirts off and suck on a guy's nipples, and that feels really good, too. Bite, nibble and suck on 'em. Just go slow and do what feels right. He'll tell you what he likes and what feels good. And you can tell him the same thing, you know, like what you like and don't like. Be natural and spontaneous. When you both get naked, you can kiss your way down and suck on his dick and ball sack. It's easy. Make sure your teeth are out of the way and breathe through your nose. And you can nibble and suck on Kenji's foreskin. I love it when Jake does that to me, and it feels bitchin. Really, really bitchin. Stick your tongue up under the loose skin and get it nice and juicy and taste all the flavors. Not a lot of guys have a foreskin, so it's like unknown territory. You're lucky he has that. If you don't want him to blow in your mouth, tell him. Nobody's going to make you do something you don't want to do."
"Seriously? That's okay?"
"Of course it is. Suck on him until he's ready to cum and you can jack him off. But honestly, sucking off your boyfriend is so hot. There's nothing like having a fresh load of hot cum in your mouth. Jake and I like to kiss right after we sixty-nine so we can taste each other's cum and mix it around in our mouths. That's so freakin' bitchin when we do that."
"Oh man, that sounds so damn hot," Enzo said, rearranging his hard dick inside his sweats. His face was flushed now. "What does it taste like?"
"You've never tried your own?"
"No. When I jack off, I wipe it up with one of my dirty socks. I never even thought about tasting it before," he said.
"Well, it's kinda sweet and sour. It's sorta strange but in a good way. I think everybody's tastes different. At least that's what I heard from a reliable source. But I don't know. I've only tasted mine and Jake's."
"Wow. I wanna try that. It sounds sweet."
"It is. But if you don't like it you can always spit it out. No biggie. So, when you jack off do you ever play around with your butt?" I asked.
"No," he said shyly. "Doesn't that hurt? Despite what the guys say in the locker room, I thought it was exit only."
"C'mon on, Enzo. Really?"
"I know. Sometimes I'm pretty dense, I'll admit."
"Well, you're not alone, so don't feel bad. We didn't do any buttfucking right away because we didn't know how to do it, and we were afraid that if we did it wrong, it might hurt or get messy or something. Even though a guy's ass is very sexy! I love looking at Jake's meaty buns. Anyway, one day we went down to that porno theater by your dad's office, and we snuck in," I said, leaving out most of the important details.
"No fucking way. You've got to be shittin' me. What did you guys see? How did you get away with that? Did anybody see you go in there? Holy fucking mother of God, I would have been scared shitless. Man, you guys sure have some big 'ole hairy donkey balls."
"It's a long, long story that Jake and I will tell you about some other time. It was definitely a stupid and crazy thing to do. But anyway, most of the films were of guys and chicks and that wasn't what we wanted to know about. I mean, c'mon. It's pretty obvious that a hard pecker fits into a chick's cooter, right? But we wondered how do two hard dudes do it," I said.
"Oh, God," Enzo whispered, rearranging his nuts.
"We got tired of the big movie playing on the screen and went to this little back room that had photo-booth sized rooms that play movies the size of a small television screen," I continued. "Shit, there were forty or fifty of them, all different. All of them had girls and guys or girls and girls or orgy scenes with lots of girls and a few guys except for the very last one or two. One had a movie of two big hairy macho guys that looked like lumberjacks, and they were buttfucking outdoors in the back of a pick-up truck. I couldn't believe we got so lucky."
"Oh, man." Enzo had to re-arrange his dick again. "That must have been so far out."
"Yeah, it looked hot and all, but we still didn't know how to do it," I said. "I mean, it didn't answer our questions. We just knew that it could be done. I shouldn't tell you this, but later on, I asked Lisa about it, and she filled me in on how to do it, you know, the sexy way. Lisa is my reliable source. She's so cool and knows all this shit. She had figured Jake and me out from like the first day they moved in, and she's totally on board with it. Actually, my parents and Jake's mom know about us too. And even Jordy knows, but I don't think he completely understands it, exactly. Hell, Sloan probably knows about us too, since she's seen us when we make out."
"Holy fuck. How did they find out? They weren't mad? Oh man, I'd be terrified," Enzo said.
"Well, Jake's mom Lulu is totally groovy and laid back, and my dad was cool about it, too, which surprised me. He even talked about it to Jake and me the other day. It was weird, but good. But my mom is a little upset. I don't think it's that big of a deal for her, more like she likes stewing in the drama of it, or worrying about the neighbors finding out or something. Maybe she thinks it's a phase. I don't know. My mom's kinda hard to figure out sometimes. And, well, I love her, but sometimes I wonder if her head is screwed on tight. Anyway, Jordy figured it out after a while too, and he asked me about it one night. He didn't care because he likes Jake. To him, it's like having another big brother. I guess Jake and I give off a goofy vibe that gives's it away because we are always together, you know, but it's hard for me not to look at Jake and get goo-goo eyed over him. They picked it up and kinda knew. I hope we get different classes in the fall because it's gonna be hard not to look at each other in school without smiling at each other."
"No shit," Enzo quipped.
"Anyway," I went on, "we were lucky nobody freaked out because that would have been a bad scene. I don't know about Jake's dad because he's never around and I think his folks are getting a divorce." That made me think again about those legal papers I saw in his mom's room. I better find out what that means and maybe ask my dad privately what he thinks. I still couldn't believe Ace wanted custody of Jake. I didn't think that would work because Lulu would fight that like crazy.
"Wow, you guys are lucky S.O.B.s. So what did Lisa tell you? Is there like a book or something? Maybe with pictures? And I know I keep asking this but doesn't a hard cock invading your butt hurt? Maybe not a small one like Kenji's, but a big one like you and Jake have?"
"No, there isn't a book. I was kinda hoping there might be. That would be totally cool. You could jack off to the pictures. And no, it doesn't hurt as long as you relax. You have to use a lot of lotion or spit or this special stuff Lisa bought for us at the drugstore. You use it on your hole and on his dick. Get it nice and slippery. Next, you kinda push out like you're taking a dump sorta, but not too much, and then the dude's hard cock slides right on in. It helps a lot if the other guy eats out your ass first to get it loose and get you in the mood. That feels really, really bitchin. Shit, it's totally hot. I like it both ways, and so does Jake. It's pure love to have a guy's dick up your ass so the two of you can shoot at the same time, looking deep into each other's eyes. You can feel the guys dick inside you start to throb and feel his hot load shoot off up your ass. Damn, now I'm boned up," I said, rearranging my hard-on.
"God, me too. Oh man, that sounds so bitchin. Do you think Kenji will wanna do that? Buttfuck me, I mean? Shit! Ever since I heard the guys talking about it, I've dreamed of somebody doing that to me. That seems so sexy having a hard cock up your asshole. And do you think he'll let me buttfuck him too? Oh man, I'm so fucking excited." The front of his sweatpants had a little-wet spot, and he was practically jumping up and down. "And, oh shit, having a guy eat your ass! Oh God! How bitchin is that?"
"I don't think anything feels better in the whole world than that. But that's something you're gonna have to talk to Kenji about. Some guys dig it, and some don't. But listen: Jake and I talked about what we would and wouldn't do, kinda like limits, you know, like what we were comfortable doing. We talked about what would happen if we did it with other guys," I said, thinking back to us fooling around with Colt, Tucker and Kenji, and even the dude in the sporting goods store. Suddenly I felt sorry for doing it with Kenji and hoped it wouldn't be a problem now that Enzo and Kenji seemed to be a couple. "Maybe that's not going to be an issue with you guys, but Jake and I love each other a whole lot, and we wanted to make sure what we have together doesn't get fucked up. C'mon, we need to go check on the grill."
"So what are your limits? I mean, if you don't mind me asking," he said, grabbing a handful of cold brewski's and following me out of the garage.
"Well," I said, thinking fast, shutting the garage door behind me. "We only have two rules, I guess. First, nobody can buttfuck us. We can do them, but they can't do us. Jake said our butts are just for us, and I agree. The second thing is that if we do it with anybody else, you know, with other guys, we both have to agree to it. If one of us doesn't agree, then neither one gets to do it. We're in agreement that way. And we don't do it with other people if either one of us isn't around. That only seems fair, you know, because we want to be a couple. I guess that's three rules. Anyway, these are rules that are for us and may not work for other guys. Does that make sense?"
"I think so, yeah. How many guys have you done it with?"
Oh, brother. Me and my big fucking mouth. "Just once, with a couple other guys. Well, actually twice, but that guy only sucked us both off, and we didn't do anything to him. He was the one that showed us how to suck a cock. And he was really, really good at it too, and we learned a lot. Even though he had a girlfriend, he had lots of practice sucking dick. But honestly, it's good but not as great as when it's just the two of us. But who knows? This is new, so it's all good. I think if we had a bad experience doing it with someone else, we probably would stop and do it with just us. But like I said, we only do it with other people when we're together. And again, this is something you're gonna have to work out with Kenji."
"That makes sense. Can I ask you one more question?" the big guy asked, putting the cold brews on the patio table.
"Yeah, but hurry up. The guys will be back any second," I said, putting my cold beer bottles down on the table as well, and opening up the grill a little bit. It was getting pretty hot, and I didn't want to burn our wieners.
"Do you think, um, well, that you and Jake and Kenji would take turns, um, you know, fucking my butt? That sounds so hot, and I said I owed you guys. I want the three of you to have my, well, I guess you would call it my butt cherry," he giggled. "The thought of you guys pounding your hard cocks up my ass and shooting your hot loads of cum deep into my guts makes me so freakin' horny. And I want someone to focus on me for a change. I mean, I'm not trying to be selfish or anything, but, well, what I did with that woman was a one-way street, you know what I mean? I wanna feel good for a change and make you guys feel good too. And, geez, I'm so fucking horny."
"Oh, man," I said, laughing and rearranging my hard cock once again. "Yeah, I think I know what you mean. Okay, lemme think. Before we say yes or no, you need to talk with Kenji first and figure out what kind of relationship you want. You know, are you going to be committed boyfriends or are you going to be friends who just get sexy once in a while? What works for you may not work for him and vice versa. You gotta work that out first. It's not groovy if you're not on the same page."
"Right on. I get it. That makes a lot of sense," Enzo said. "That's cool you and Jake talked about it and figured it out."
"I know. So if Kenji wants to do a group thing, I need to make sure it's okay with Jake." I was pretty sure it wouldn't be a problem with Jake, but Enzo needed to take charge and make sure it was okay with Kenji first.
"Yeah. Oh God, I can't wait because I'm so horny."
"Yeah, obviously dude. One more thing. Enzo, take your hands out of your sweats. This is serious. I've been thinking about this all afternoon. Please, please, please, don't take this the wrong way. I might be talking out of my ass here, but think about this, okay? Here goes. I think you should talk to one of the counselors down at school, you know? Not the regular dumbass guidance counselors, but that new group that started last year that talks about your feelings and shit. I'm wondering if you might have junk swirling around in your head about that woman you thought was your mom and what she made you do to her pussy. You know, sex-wise and all that other shit. It might help if you talked to somebody who knows about those kinds of things and helps you, I don't know, let it go or something. Like, well, if you like pussy instead of dicks because of what she did to you. Don't be mad, I'm just saying."
"No, no. I know exactly what you're talking about. Coach actually suggested it last year because I was so mad all the time and wanted to beat everybody up. He caught me wailing on a guy's locker one time. Shit. I was so pissed off. But I couldn't talk about it then, to them or to Coach. He was great, though."
"I get it. But I think the time is right for you now. You don't want to carry shit like that around for the rest of your life. Seriously, man, you don't want to be like eighty-five years old and have had three marriages and ten kids and decide you like guys better. Or have sex with guys and wish that you had gotten married instead and had tons of kids. Know what I'm saying? You gotta figure this out. Plus, I don't think they can talk to anybody else about it. You know, kinda like it's confidential. It might be hard to do, but you don't have to worry about them saying anything to anybody."
"I know. It's gonna be hard, but I'm gonna do it. I have to. And I know it works because you know Louie, on the water polo team? He told me his dad made him go get some help because he was screwing all these different girls all the time and his parents found out and got worried. Actually, his mom walked in on him doing three girls in the back seat of his car in the garage. Needless to say, she freaked."
"No shit? Louie Louie? I know that guy. He was in my American Government class last year. He kept looking over at me and tried to copy my work. I think it was his third try in that class. Did it help him?"
"Yeah, he's got a steady girlfriend now, and I think he's going to graduate, but maybe not this year," he said, snickering. "I'll talk to Coach about it tomorrow."
"Right on. Do it. We're lucky Coach is so bitchin. I think he wants only the best for us guys. And the three of us will never say anything. We get it, I promise. And one more thing. Just so you know, you can always talk to me, like confidentially, okay? I won't even say anything to Jake if you want. You have my word."
"Thanks, Ry. You're really a cool guy, and so are the other guys."
"Who's a cool guy?" Jake asked, walking out the back door followed by Kenji, Jordy, Chris and Sloan, all in descending order. "I left the buns on the counter. She was out of that good mustard, so we'll have to do with regular. And I got three packs of smokes. Lulu had a whole bunch piled up everywhere."
"Okay, bitchin. Thanks."
"Lulu?" Enzo and Kenji asked at the same time.
"Yeah, that's my mom. Ry's mom's name is LuAnn, so we call them the Lulu's."
"That's funny, dude," Kenji said, giggling. "Tell them about the car."
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. When we went out your front door and were cruising across the lawn towards my house, we spotted a green sedan. It looked like a Ford, maybe. There were a couple of dudes in suits, and when they spotted us, they took off down the street. They looked like more of those dumbass detectives. It's too freakin' hot to be sitting in a car with that many clothes on, right? Without air conditioning? What dorks. Think we should be worried?"
"Nah. That's probably the same guys that were here the other day. Remember Mrs. Kravitz from across the street saw them too, the same day we crashed the microbus onto their front lawn. What do you think they're doing here?" I asked. "The first time I saw them I thought they might be spying on Coop, for, umm, well, you know why. But now I'm not so sure."
"Why? I wanna know," said Jordy. "Tell me."
"Yeah, me too," said Chris.
"I don't know either, little men," Jake said, catching on to the little guys big ears. "But they took off fast down the street, so I don't think it's a problem. Maybe they were looking for the Dark Man, or making sure Coop and Colt weren't having another hippie party."
"You crashed your mom's van into the neighbor's lawn?" Enzo asked, incredibly. "Holy shit."
"Yeah, well, Lisa did. But it wasn't her fault. And anyway, Lisa's a good driver, and nobody got hurt. Except for the neighbor's front lawn, that is. The mechanics think it was a broken brake line," Jake said, backing up his big sister.
"Wow, that's cracked," Kenji said.
"I know. It's been a crazy week," I said.
"When do we eat? I'm hungry," asked Jake, changing the subject. I was pretty sure he didn't want us to think his sister was a bonehead driver or to spend much time on the stupid cops if that's what they were. And I had to agree.
"I'm hungry too," said Jordy.
"Me three," added Chris.
"Me four," said Kenji.
"Woof!" barked Sloan. That crazy damn dog was always hungry.
I looked over at Enzo, expecting him to say 'Me five, or six' but I think he didn't have any clue what was going on. He seemed kinda lost, and I sorta felt sorry for him. There was probably far too much going on in his big damn head right now.
"Okay, guys. Let's go back inside and bring the rest of the stuff out. We can eat out here on the deck. I'll grill the wieners, and you guys can get the chips and whatever other stuff you want on your buns. Let's see, there are two packs of hot dogs, so everybody will get at least two or three. Plus chips. Is that gonna be enough? I can probably find a can or two of baked beans and warm them up," I said.
"Nah, forget the beans. That'll make Jordy and Chris fart all night long and keep your parents up again, and they'll be pissed off at us," Jake said with a straight face.
"We do not fart all night," Jordy said, protesting. "Take that back!"
"Whoa, dude," laughed Jake.
"You do too! You do it in your sleep. But I don't." This was from Chris, and it made everybody crack up.
"Hold on a minute, guys. I know this kid from school who said his dad taught him and his brother how to light their farts on fire one time when they went camping. How bitchin is that? Wanna try it?" Enzo asked.
"Really? Shebang! That sounds boss," Jordy said. "I wanna light up my farts. Can we, Ry?"
"Sure. Sounds fun," I said.
"I won't blow up my bottom or catch on fire will I?" asked Chris, interrupting Jordy.
"Nah, you won't, little man. I'll take care of you, sport, don't worry," Enzo said, rubbing his little brother's head.
"Okay. Bitchin."
"And you know what else guys? I was thinking since you've been so good today, and if you wash and dry the dishes and put 'em away without breaking anything, I'll let you sleep in the treehouse tonight. Just the two of you. What do you think about that?" I asked.
"Super shebang!" Jordy said, jumping around. "That's so groovy. You'd let us sleep in your treehouse, Ry? For reals?"
"Sure. But you gotta be good the rest of the night and do everything we tell you to do."
"We will. We promise. Shebang!"
"Won't it be scary out there?" asked Chris, obviously scared.
"No," I said. "Listen up: Jake, Enzo and Kenji and I are going to sleep in the pool house, so we'll be right there if you get scared. Once you're in there and shut the trap door, nobody can get you."
"You know," Jake said, "I've got a pair of walkie-talkies you guys can use if you want. You keep one up in the treehouse, and we'll keep one in the pool house. That way if you need us you can call us, okay? And we'll be right there."
"Okay, right on. Thanks, Jake," said Chris.
"All right. Everybody has their orders so let's get this show on the freakin' road," I said.
After dinner, and after Jordy and Chris cleaned everything up, we sat around talking and teaching the little dudes how to play poker. That was funny, but the squirts got mad because they kept losing. So we played a game of spoons, and we sorta let them win. That actually was more fun. Later on, we tried to get the little dude's farts to ignite, but we couldn't get it to work out right. It was funny to see Jordy and Chris bend over and bare their little asses in front of all of us.
Jake lit up a good one though, and we busted up laughing because his was big and hot and he almost got burned. It was funny, but we didn't do any more of that because I'd be in big shit if the little dudes got hurt. Later on, when the little men were getting sleepy, I left a note in the kitchen telling my folks where everybody had crashed. We got the little dudes up in the treehouse. They were so sleepy that I was afraid I'd have to use the pulley to get them up there. Jake showed them how to use the walkie-talkie's in case they needed to call us, and that seemed to make Chris relax. The little dudes crashed, and the four of us climbed down. We got Sloan and headed into the pool house.
"Let's smoke the rest of that doobie," Jake said. "Those guys are fun, but they wig me out sometimes."
"No shit. They've been going non-stop since dinner. How do they get so much energy?" Kenji asked. "I need to get high."
"I don't know. I guess that nap they took after swimming recharged their batteries or something," I said, lighting up the joint. "They're wiggy, aren't they?"
"No shit, Sherlock," answered Jake.
"So, are we going to get naked and fool around or what? I've been thinking about this all evening, and I'm really, really horny," Enzo said looking all around, totally excited.
"Huh?" asked Jake, blowing out a lungful of grass. He was clueless about what was going on.
"Hold on a sec," I said. "Enzo, did you and Kenji talk?"
"About what?" asked Jake.
"Tell him Kenji," Enzo said, taking a hit off the doobie.
"What?" Jake asked.
"Sex."
"Oh," said Jake. "Huh?"
"Yeah, we talked in the kitchen while you guys were out cooking. Enzo wants us to screw him," Kenji said, taking his first hit of pot. "He wants the three of us to ride him good for his first time. I think it's an excellent idea. We don't want to be boyfriends, at least not yet, but we want to have a lot of sex."
"Would somebody please tell me what the fuck's going on?" Jake asked.
"C'mer Jake, let's go outside for a minute," I said giggling.
We went outside and discussed what Enzo wanted us to do, quietly of course so the little dudes in the treehouse couldn't hear us. Jake was okay with the idea but did have one concern.
"If that woman he thought was his mom made him do things to her, isn't this sorta the same thing? I mean, is this a good idea? I don't mind doing it, and it sounds hot and all, but aren't we using him like a slutty girl at a gang-bang?"
"Wow. I hadn't thought of it like that. Dude, you're so smart," I said, thinking and scratching my head, "But then again, Lisa did the whole football team, and she was okay with that."
"Yeah, that's true. I just don't want him to freak and go back to the old, mean-ass Enzo."
"I know what you mean. I got an idea. Let's talk to Kenji for a second. I think I know a way that will make everybody happy and feel good."
I pulled Kenji outside for a second and whispered to him what we should do. He thought my idea was brilliant. Once we were back inside, Kenji told Enzo, "C'mon big boy, we have to get cleaned up. We're gonna take a shower and clean ourselves out so we can do some serious buttfucking. I'll show you how to do it."
Enzo seemed to be eager and didn't put up a fight.
While they were in the shower, Jake and I smoked the rest of the joint and we discussed the details of our plan. He seemed to think it was cool too, and his dick started to stick up in the front of his shorts. In no time those two guys were done, so Jake and I took a quick shower and got cleaned up too. We came out of the bathroom naked, and I pulled out the bed from one of the couches while Jake lit a couple of candles and turned off the lights. Kenji had turned on the stereo, and Magic Carpet Ride came on a rock station. That was a boss song you didn't hear enough of.
"Lie down on the bed Enzo, on your back. We're not going to rush into anything yet. We're gonna get you in the mood," I said. "You're way too horny, so we're gonna get you off first. Then, you get to enjoy your first long buttfuck from all three of us."
"Guys, that sounds so bitchin." He was a good-looking guy, and with a little more swim training he was gonna be a great looking guy. He needed to talk his dad into letting him grow his dark hair a little bit longer, though.
"Pull your legs back and hold them with your hands," Kenji said.
"Oh man, I feel like I'm on display. What are you guys gonna do to me? Do you really want to see my ass?" he said with a giggle.
"Just lie back and enjoy it. You're gonna love this, man," Jake said. We positioned him on the corner of the fold-out bed so that the three of us had easy access to his teen boy parts.
Jake and I kneeled down on each side of him, and we started to lick and lightly nibble on his big brown nipples. The second we began to do that Enzo let out a long, satisfied moan. Kenji settled in between his legs and started to lick up and down on his rock-hard shaft. We had the bases covered, and Enzo was sighing with delight.
"Oh, guys, that feels so great."
Jake and I kept up on his nipples, and every once in a while, we'd stop so we could deep kiss each other for a second, right in front of Enzo's face. Enzo bent his head up to watch us, so we put on a little show for him, tonguing each other's mouths and swapping spit like crazy, then going back to his nipples. Kenji was going to town on Enzo's cock, sometimes sucking on it or licking and slobbering up and down the shaft, all the way down to his naked pubes. After a few minutes, Jake and I moved down and took over sucking on Enzo's rock-hard cock. One of us would suck on his shaft, and the other would lick and nibble on his low hanging fruit. He had some low-hangers, and it was easy to get one or the other in our mouths. Kenji had moved further south and was starting to lick around his perineum and every once in a while, would bite Enzo's fleshy white buttcheeks.
Enzo was loving it now and was starting to get vocal, moaning and groaning. He pulled his legs back, even more, allowing the three of us unlimited access to his most private parts. He was really diggin' this, and we were too. All four of our dicks were rock-hard, and while I couldn't see Jake's or Kenji's dicks very well from my vantage point, I bet they had a string of precum hanging out the tip of their cock's like I had. It's always cool to make somebody feel good and get them off because it gets you horned up, too.
Jake and I were both sucking on the big guy's shaft, taking turns deep throating his boner. Enzo's dick was just the right size. Sometimes, we'd both suck on the head of his cock and slip into a kiss, exchanging some of his pre-jizz. Other times, we would both be on the sides of his dick sucking up and down on his rock-hard shaft. My favorite was when I suck on it and then point it at Jake so he could have a taste. Man, that was hot! Plus, it was fun to do without all of that shaggy hair in the way. Enzo would look up at us and smiled and moaned some more. I don't think he could believe we were doing this to him.
Kenji had zeroed in on his butthole and was slurping and slobbering back there like there was no tomorrow. I stopped for a second and looked down to watch him drop a load of spit on Enzo's exposed rosebud, then stick out his tongue and start parting Enzo's butt lips and tongue massage the pink folds. That little guy was diggin' on Enzo's ass. That looked fucking hot too! He was eating out the guy's virgin hole, spitting and slobbering all over his ass crack, licking up and down from his hole to the base of his balls to get it loose and wet. And Enzo was totally diggin' it. He was beside himself with lust, never having anybody stimulate his hole like that before. He started rocking his head back and forth and saying things totally unintelligible. What a sight. If we kept this up much longer, I was gonna cum without touching my hard dick just from the sounds he was making.
His balls had tightened up, and I knew he wasn't going to last much longer to get off, so I motioned for Kenji to come up near us and help Jake and me suck on Enzo's throbbing cock. I wanted the three of us to get Enzo off, and get him off good. Kenji saw me motion to him and with one last deep tongue thrust up Enzo's butthole, moved up near Jake and me to start working on his friend's rock hard cock.
Enzo had wrapped his strong arms around the back of his knees, pulling them as tight to his chest as he could and making it easier for the three of us to work on his cock. Since Kenji was in the middle, he locked his index finger and thumb around the base of Enzo's dick, holding it upright for the four of us to see. That made it easier for me and Jake to slurp and suck on each side of his hard shaft. And since Kenji was shorter, he scooted up and leaned over to concentrate on Enzo's dark-red, fleshy knob, sucking out the yummy pre-juices that he could get out. Just like last night, I thought this little Asian dude was a total cum-puppy.
Enzo was moaning like crazy now, and we knew he was going to erupt like Vesuvius any minute. The three of us sucked and slurped and tongued on his throbbing member, anticipating his release from his scrunched-up balls. Jake and I had each thrown an arm over Kenji's shoulder, so the three of us were connected and totally focused on getting that hot sperm to shoot out of Enzo's cumhole and into our waiting mouths. It was a little awkward with our heads so close together, but the three of us fitted in like a giant jigsaw puzzle and sucked and slurped all over Enzo's red-hot cock head, anticipating the moment that we would be rewarded with a mouthful of his white-hot, teen boy ball juice.
Enzo erupted so fast that he caught us off guard, but we didn't miss a beat. Between the three of us, we were able to catch almost his entire first hard squirt, the majority of it going into Kenji's open mouth. The next two or three shots Jake and I fought over, ending up pretty much even with a mouthful of Enzo's freakin' hot cum. By that time, he was spent, and the three of us dissolved into a kissing and cum slurping contest. It was cool as the cum would slide out of our mouths and onto Enzo's still hard cock, only to be sucked up by one of us. Most of it was gone, and Kenji, being the cum-hound that he was, started to search for, and lick up, any remaining drops of Enzo's hot seed. He even gave the side of my face a long lick up my cheek to catch a shot that we had missed. The three of us smelled so bitchin. A combination of boy sweat, boy cum and boy saliva. Enzo laid there in total bliss, basking in the glory of being the center of attention for once.
"Man, thanks, guys! That was bitchin," Enzo said, as he sat up on the bed. "You wanna screw me now?"
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