ICQr Pix, Chapter 5

    None of the boys were the slightest bit shy about raiding my kitchen.  Hot dogs were found, and chips and cookies and Twinkies and other goodies.  You know--teenage health food.  Four teenage boys would not be capable of fixing lunch without more than a little fooling around, especially not four naked teenage boys.  So within minutes, new hardons were rising above various crotches, at various rates and sizes.  Fixing his hot dog, Cam noticed Robbie’s horizontal prick, and decided it looked almost good enough to eat.  So he squirted some mustard on it and slapped a hot dog bun around it, and lined his own face up in front of it.  Alp picked up a camera to record the silliness, and soon a veritable sexual feast was underway.  Chocolate sauce,  a bananna, whipped cream, and a cherry adorned Cam’s dick, proudly displayed in a bananna split dish as he reclined on the counter, while Alp’s smooth ass sported a big cherry in his asshole with whipped  cream filling his crack.  Meanwhile, I prepared to feast on Richie by making him into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as he lay across the kitchen table, his thin erection swathed in peanut butter above a glob of strawberry jam.  Someone else seemed to be doing something sticky with my own rod as well, but I was too engrossed to see who, or what flavor. 

    We ate and licked and sucked and slurped and ate all over each other, moving from one to another and back again, making a complete mess of ourselves in the process until someone--I forget who--added dollops of creamy cum to garnish his banquet offering, and suddenly the remaining four dicks were erupting with their own loads, and the taste of our feast changed.  We finished lunch in a liesurely session of sticky post-orgasmic licking and kissing.

    And then it was--again--time for the shower.  I suppose by now you’re expecting another steamy shower scene, but there are limits, and the only steam this time was from the water.  We rinsed everyone down and took great pleasure in doing so, but even Robbie and Richie had used up their reserves for the time being, and the sensual pleasure of washing and being washed remained non-sexual this time.

    After the shower, we were feeling relaxed, mellow, and a little tired, so we repaired to my king sized bed and curled up like a heap of puppies for a nap.  With so many arms and legs and dicks, it was difficult to know which body part belonged to whom, but we found our own comfort levels, and I think we all slept.  At least, when I next became aware of the sun, it was a lot lower in the afternoon sky than it had been.  And, I realized that not only was I hard again, but my erection was held by Richie, who appeared almost to be sucking his thumb in his sleep, except that my dick replaced his thumb.  He was making involuntary sucking motions with his mouth, which was quite pleasant, and he had a hardon of his own as well.  It must have been a good dream, for he was already leaking precum.  I decided I should wake him so that he could enjoy the dream while awake.  I stroked his head a bit and shook him gently.  He opened his eyes, and then looked up at me.  As he awoke, he increased his sucking action on my dick, changing into a full fledged blowjob.  Attempting to disturb the other three as little as possible, we squirmed around so that we could 69 on our sides, and I took his slender tool into my mouth as well.  As we sucked, I became aware of other waking boys, and then the touch of them, and then the cool feel of lube.  Arms encircled my chest as a dick pressed against my ass, and then entered me.  As I felt firm boyflesh enter me, I could see the same thing happening to Richie, and then a pair of legs straddled my head, a patch of golden pubes passed my face, and Robbie’s rod was presented to the face of whover was rubbing my prostate.  Heat increased and so did speed, and as Richie filled my mouth with a huge load of cum, I felt my partner to the rear explode into my ass, and that sensation sent me over as well, as I squirted into Richie’s mouth.  Other orgasms were obviously happening as well, and in a moment we had all climaxed into someone else.  I wondered when this would ever end.  I hoped never.

    And in a way, my wish would come true.  We’d installed cameras in the bedroom, set up with motion detectors to begin recording when movement was perceived.  Our complete orgy had been digitally recorded.  I mentally added up the additional thousands this recent scene would bring in.  And I began composing my letter of resignation, the one citing my unexpected inheritance...



    Cam and Alp were spending a night at their mothers’ and I’d gone out with an adult friend for a change of pace.  Something woke me up around 2:30, and as I became alert, I realized that someone was at the door.  I flicked on the outside light, and saw Alp and Cam there, sobbing and apparently holding each other up.  I got them inside immediately, and saw blood and bruises on both boys.  Cam had obviously had a bloody nose, and Alp clutched his chest, obviously in pain. 

    “What happened?” I asked.

    “Boyfriends” was all Alp could manage.  I led them to the kitchen and sat them down.   Gently I removed their shirts and saw welts and nasty red marks and already darkening bruises.  I took several quick pictures of both fronts and backs, immediately suspecting the need for legal documentation in the near future.

    Then, warm water and towels removed the worst of their battered appearance, and after that, a hot sit-down bath further encouraged their recovery.

    Still uncomfortable but feeling better and wrapped in big bath towels, they sat next to me on the living room couch, sipped hot chocolate and began to tell me what had happened.  Apparently Cam had tried to squeeze his mother’s “boyfriend” for some additional goodies, just for fun, and the john had had a major spaz attack.  He turned on Cam and started slapping him around, and when Cam’s mother tried to intervene, he hit her too.  The asshole was getting off on the violence, and took a belt to Cam, holding him with one hand and whipping him with the belt with the other.  Although Cam tried to resist, a young teen is no match for a strong man, and this guy was big.  Then he made Cam suck him, but Cam gave his dick a good hard scrape with his teeth which ended the blow job but resulted in getting knocked across the room.  About that time Alp arrived--they had planned to spend the night at Cam’s house--and the john turned on him as well.  Alp got kicked and slapped too, and a major punch to his chest which we suspected may have cracked a rib.  Cam tried playing dead on the floor for awhile, and as soon as attention was no longer focused on him, managed to grab a phone and call 911.  That further infuriated the john, but when he heard sirens in the distance, he backed off.  Cam and Alp escaped just before the police arrived, leaving Cam’s mother to deal with the attack.

    I was very glad I had had the foresight to take pictures of them before we got them cleaned up.  We decided that neither of them required a trip to the emergency room, but they both needed to be legally free from their worthless mothers.  Fortunately I knew who to contact to make that happen, and the following day started the process moving.  I applied for emergency custody of both boys, a situation eased by my job, since I was a state-approved child advocate.  Cam’s mother mounted a feeble objection, but one look at the pictures shut her up.  Alp’s mother was actually pleased to be free from the irritation of her child, and since the john who beat the boys up was also one of her “clients,” she felt it wise to keep out of the way.

    By the end of the day, I had legal, temporary custody of the boys, and they could officially live with me full time.  We celebrated with a dinner out, and then a relaxed evening with a rented movie.  Both boys were still rather sore, so we chose gentle cuddling instead of more strenuous activities. 

    Although they felt better, they still looked a mess, with a black eye each, and numerous body bruises.  They were clearly going to be off camera for awhile.  We would have to rely on Richie and Robbie for our next batch of pix.

    Those two showed up as usual for our Saturday session promptly at nine o’clock the following morning.  This time, however, they had three younger boys in tow.  I thought I was having eye trouble for a moment, until Robbie introduced his triplet cousins.  “It runs in our family,” he told us.  “We have two more sets of twin cousins, and there’s another triplet on the way!”

    Matthew, Mikey, and Mark were indeed identical--they even answered to each others’ names.  Twelve years old, all were just approaching puberty.  Their bodies were still soft, but in that growth period that hints at the men they will become.  At Richie’s instruction, they shed shirts and shorts, apparently as uninhibited as their cousins.  Their penises were clearly growing, and their balls were likewise.  A layer of baby fat still softened the outlines of muscles getting ready to grow, and not a hint of body or facial hair had yet appeared.

    “Show ‘em what we taught you,” Robbie prompted, and they started jacking each other off, all three erecting quickly, mirror images of each other.  “They don’t cum yet,” Robbie told us, “but they get hard real easy.  Bend over, Markie.”  As he spoke he had lubricated his own man sized shaft, and as the triplets continued to massage each other’s erections, he buried himself in a tight young ass.  His own brother followed suit in the second triplet, and then both pulled out and invited us to try out the new recruits.  Recovered enough to fuck, Cam and Alp were happy to comply, and so was I.  Cam plunged into a well-lubed hole, and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. 

    “Oh, God!  This is the tightest, hottest ass I’ve ever fucked,” he cried, pumping with his usual frenzied pace.  He reached around and grabbed the erect penis, jacking it as he fucked. 

    Alper mirrored his actions, but at a somewhat slower pace, and Robbie and Richie resumed their own activities, but in Cam and Alp.  I was busy filling a tight twelve-year-old ass with my own load.   As Cam said, I had never fucked anything so hot, tight, or young.  It was heaven.  I pulled my trip down to the floor with me inside, and had him swivel around so that he sat on my shaft facing me.  I arched up to thrust into him and he quickly found a rhythm to complement mine.  I started stroking his smooth, hard pricklet, and then I exploded into his gut, shooting what felt like unending blasts of cum.  And then, his little body spasmed a time or two, and he squirted about three drops of watery cum onto my hand.  I pulled him down onto my chest and showed him his first cum.