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 Who knows?  (b/b g/g possible impreg)

   By Boy Trainer

   Chapter1

   I had him just where I wanted him.  He was lying on my bed with his legs
draping off the edge and his feet were flat on the floor.  His pants were
scrunched below his knees where I was hovering over him and my own knees
were touching his toes.

   God he was and still is so god damn cute!  Especially with his
highlighted beach blond surfer shaggy haircut and his ocean blue eyes.  All
I have ever felt for him was complete and total love and lust whenever I
saw him.

   Both of our families are nudists and that's how we met each other.  We
frequent the same nudist resort which is very near our town.  Each of our
families even own RV's that we keep parked there, so that all we would have
to do on Friday's is just drive to the park and we would already be settled
in for the weekend.  There would be no need to pack clothes because none
were ever worn there anyways.

   Yes we lived as nudists' full time.  Even though we don't live at the
resort like some people do, our families are considered full time residents
and our parents are members of the board.  They are also big nudist
activists and often go to the capital to argue any new legislation that
might affect nudism.

   Anyways my yanking at Mike's pants was more for play than anything.  We
both should have already been nude when we got to my house from school. 
The major rule of the house is...  "No clothing allowed inside the house."
Just like the Japanese with the rule about taking off your shoes before
entering a house; we normally undressed right at the back door.

   Most homes have a back door that leads to the kitchen or something like
that, but our back door leads to a the laundry/changing room where we have
a bench to undress much like a locker room.  This used to be the garage,
but dad converted it because we live in Florida and we have a car port.  We
also have a large open shower just like a locker room.  Then there is
another door leading to the fenced in swimming pool.  That door stays
locked because we have a little two year old brother, Devin.

   Whenever we come home from school, we would have to undress and separate
our dirty clothes from our clothes that can still be considered clean.  The
dirty clothes go into a hamper and our clean clothes get folded and are
placed on a table where mom sorts them and puts them back in our section.
Any company we may have over stores their clothing in a small section that
is kept empty.

   Yes company is also expected to be nude as well.  Dad has a sign outside
the front door which reads.  "This is a textile free home and nudism is and
should be expected." This has a tendency of keeping the Jehovah's witnesses
away.

   Oh sure we have friends over all the time.  Everyone at our school knows
we are nudists.  Some kids aren't allowed to hang out with us, but most do.
Out of them, there are about ten that come over to hang out or swim, but
their parents had to give them permission.  Besides, this is Florida and
Florida has a lot more nudist families than you might think.  It's hot down
here.

   Since Mike and Sue are considered family and since Mike and I and Sue
and Beth are the same sizes we share our clothes with each other.  Hell we
don't even know whose clothes are whose anymore.

   On this day Mike was feeling playful and was pretending to be a straight
boy.  We do this sometimes.  I would have to coax him into sex.  My job was
to somehow get my mouth rapped around his gorgeous cock and his was to act
straight and innocent and sometimes even resist and that's when I really
get excited.  Sometimes he even gets up and goes home acting all freaked
out.  This leaves me horney as hell and wanting him all the more.

   In order to play this dangerous game we would have to sneak into my room
fully dressed and getting caught would bring the wrath of my mom down on
us.

   Don't get me wrong.  Our parents aren't forcing us to be nude because
they are so into nudism.  Mom just doesn't want outside dirt brought into
the house.  Believe it or not; mom has had the same white fabric furniture
since they first got married and they are not Scotch Guard protected
either.

   I had just gotten my slim fingers under the waistband of Mike's blue
boxers when his little sister Sue and my little sister Beth came through my
open door.  (We never closed our bedroom doors in our house.  Why should
we? Privacy isn't a big issue when everyone has seen everything anyways.)

   "Guys, can we talk to you?" Both were nude and standing there unfazed by
what was obviously about to happen and why should they be?  They do the
same thing.

   "Can your timing get any worse?" I slurred in anguish.  Mike was being
particularly difficult that day and it had already taken me over an hour to
get him this far.

   "Sorry guys." My sister Beth said and gave me her (I got even with you)
look.  For twelve she can be an evil little bitch sometimes.

   "What do you want?" I asked while I continued slowly pulling down mikes
shorts and savoring the experience.  Damned if I'm going to let being
rudely interrupted by my little sister stop me in my quest for a mouthful
of my man's cum.  (I called him my man even though we were both only
thirteen.)

   Beth came over to us and just as I freed Mike's dick head from the
elastic band of his boxers, she placed her hand over mine stopping me.

   "Damn it Beth!  What?"

   "We want to talk to you."

   "I don't have any money." I preannounce.

   "Me either." Mike added.

   "We don't want your money." Sue proclaimed miffed.  "We want your
sperm."

   I actually felt my head spring like a bobble head doll.  "Sperm?" Mike
and I both spat almost chokingly.

   "Sperm." They both reiterated.

   "What the hell do you need sperm for?" Mike asked.

   "Well, duh!" Beth sarcastically laid in, just like Toot from Drawn
Together.  "We want to get pregnant."

   "Get out of here!" I laughed and proceeded to ignore the girls as I
strove to finish what I had started by yanking at Mike's underwear.

   Again she physically stopped me and said.  "We're serious."

   "You're too young." I scolded her.  "And even if we agreed, which we
won't, our parents would freak...  Especially mom."

   "They don't care that we're gay." She argued and about then was when I
gave up on ever getting my mouth around Mike's now wilting cock.

   "Yeah." Sue validated Beth's argument.

   It was true; they really didn't care that we were gay.  In fact I
remember I was twelve when I was anguishing over telling my mom and dad
that I was gay and that Mike and I were lovers, (Maybe not lovers at that
time, more like suck buddies.) but before I ever said a word, mom and dad
called me in their room and actually told me by announcing.  "Stan you're
gay."

   Mom said that like it was an order and like I had no choice in the
matter, as if they had decided I was going to college or something and that
was the way it was.  "And we don't want you sneaking around with Mike, like
what you're doing is wrong or shameful."

   Dad nodded his head firmly and followed with.  "I will not tolerate
secrets in this house.  Is that understood?"

   "We've talked with Mikes parents and they feel the same way." Mom added.
"So from now on if you're going to be together, you're going to be as open
and proud about it as any of your friends would be with their girlfriends
or boyfriends.  Is that understood?"

   I mean neither Mike nor I were surprised over this.  Both of our
families are really laid back over such matters, but I find I have to
explain how we as a "naturalist families" are to some people in so called
"normal families" which we call textile families, but I won't even get into
that farce.

   Soon after that talk, mom and dad had the same conversation with Beth
and Sue and from then on we were just like our friends at school.  Whenever
we were in public and even when we went to Disney, we held hands and kissed
just like any other teenagers would.  Sure people would stare and grimace,
but as our parents so abruptly say.  "What the fuck are you staring at? 
Haven't you ever seen two teenagers kiss before?  Mind your own fucking
business!" As I've said, our parents are really cool.

   Our only inconvenience was that we had to live in each other's homes.  I
guess we're like kids from divorced families.  Mike and I and Sue and Beth
would have to alternate whose house we slept at.  One week it would be our
house and the other week it was theirs, but on the weekends our families
would always go to the resort where our parents would sleep the campers and
we kids would pitch tents.

   Anyways, back to the day in question.  "They don't care that we're gay,
for that very reason stupid." Mike argued.  "They don't have to worry about
some unexpected accidental teenaged pregnancy.  They would freak out."

   About then was when my mom came around my still wide open door and found
the four of us.  (I don't know why I even have a door.  I never close it.
In fact it's been open so long that it's actually warped and won't even
shut properly anymore.)

   She had some folded sheets in her arms and set them down on my computer
desk.  "I think what I would freak most about, is the fact that you girls
didn't come to me with this problem."

   "Why mom?" I mean she left herself wide open and I had to do it.  "You
got some extra sperm just lying around in the refrigerator or something? 
Are you saving it for a rainy day?"

   "No smart ass!" She giggled amongst out and out laughing.  "But I though
we had an understanding that we could talk about anything?" She said this
specifically to the girls.  Then she sat down on the bed next to Mike and
as if straightening a crooked lamp shade she gently and daintily re-draped
his exposed gland and slowly slid her thumb out from under his waistband so
it wouldn't snap.  "You boys can get back to this in a moment."

   I just collapsed back on my ass in frustration.  "Don't anyone care how
long it took me to get him this far?"

   "Knowing Mike..." Beth giggled.  "About a fraction of a heartbeat."

   "By the way..." Mom asked semi-perplexed.  "Why are you two still
dressed?"

   Sheepishly I started to answer.  "Well...  I um..."

   Mom got a gleam in her eyes and smiled saying.  "Well I guess getting
someone out of their clothes can make having to wear clothes bearable, but
I don't want outside dirt brought into this house.  Let's keep this sort of
play to a bare minimum, ok?"

   Then mom turned to Beth and studiously said.  "Make your case."

   "Yeah, this I want to hear for myself." I sarcastically snorted and
twisted myself around so that I was resting the back of my head on Mike's
knees and using his bunched up pants as cushioning for my back.  I folded
my arms and gave myself over to the girls as their audience.  We all did.

   "Well, we were talking..."

   "Obviously." Mike joked.

   Miffed, Beth continued.  "Well, just because we're lesbian..."

   "You mean bull dykes don't you?" That remark earned me a bruised shin.
"Ouch Bitch!" That remark earned me a slap on the back of the head from my
mom.  "Ouh."

   "Continue." Mom encouraged.

   "Well, we want a baby, but that's not likely to happen."

   "Not unless one of you grows a cock and balls." I said.

   "We love each other mom." Beth almost went into tears.  "We want a baby
with each other."

   "Since Mike has my DNA and Stan has Beth's..." Sue continued while
making switching movements with here hands and a look on her face
indicating that we really should understand what they were getting at.

   I did understand and in fact the idea had merit.  I had never thought
about it before, but Mike and I were just as in love as the girls were and
the idea of having a baby with him wasn't such a bad idea.  We certainly
couldn't do it alone and I wouldn't want anyone else's baby if I could have
Mike's or he could have mine.  Not that adopting was out of the question,
but it would be nice to share our DNA with each other and have a "regular"
family.

   "Still there is one thing you haven't considered." Mike said.

   "What's that?" Sue asked.

   "You're still too young.  I mean I wouldn't mind contributing to this
copped up scheme, but you're too young to be kicking out babies."

   "Well, it's not like we're going to be KICKING out babies left and
right. We would be happy with just one, but with both of us trying we stand
a better chance and we're old enough or we wouldn't be having periods."

   "Ewe!" Mike and I both whined and winced.

   "Grow up." Mom snorted and half giggled at our immature gesture.

   "Well it is true that nature designed humans to have children young."
Mom's logical mind kicked in.  "It wasn't more than two hundred years ago,
to where if a girl wasn't married and well into pregnancy by the time she
was thirteen, she was considered an old maid.  I certainly wouldn't mind
having grandchildren and I had given up on that idea long ago, but you need
to understand that babies are not pets.  I'm not going to get up and two,
four and six every morning feeding and changing babies."

   "We know that." They both acknowledged.

   "And Mike and I shouldn't have to either." I injected.  "I mean this is
their idea and all they want from us is sperm...  Right?"

   "Well that would be true." Dad's baritone voice interrupted as he too
entered my now crowded room still wearing, but removing his hospital
scrubs.

   "IF...  you wanted no part in the raising of YOUR own children.  IF you
wanted to be irresponsible and shrug the responsibilities and the JOYS of
being a true father and IF I hadn't just pulled a twenty-four hour shift
and wasn't so damn dog ass tired I doubt I would believe WE were even
having this conversation.  I mean what the hell is going on here?"

   "Now Chuck." Mom smiled.  "We've always told the kids they could talk to
us about anything remember?"

   "Yeah, but this...  This is..."

   "Chuck." Mom gave him her stern look.

   In frustration dad threw up his hands and walked out of the room to take
his shower in their room.  "Kids!"

   "Well, we can discuss this after dinner." Mom said and slapped the
mattress with her hand as she stood up.  "It's nothing we have to worry
about on empty stomachs...  Right?"

   "Oh trust me I wasn't about to start fucking Sue as soon as you left my
room mom." I snorted.

   "Well get ready for dinner and we'll talk about this later." She smiled.
"Oh and Stan."

   "Hmm?"

   "Be sure to wash your hands."

   I blushed and nodded in agreement.

   Dinner was actually breakfast.  Whenever Dad had to work those long
shifts at the hospital Mom would always make him breakfast when he got
home. We had eggs, hash browns, bacon, pancakes along with biscuits and
gravy.  It was more of a tradition with them than anything.

   When our parents were first married and dad was in medical school they
couldn't afford proper dinners all the time so they often resorted to
frozen pot-pies or bacon and eggs and even though now they can afford
Lobster every night if they wanted, it's just something they do.

   When everyone had finished eating, Beth brought up the subject again. 
"So mom what do you think about Sue and I getting pregnant with Stan and
Mike's babies?"

   "I can't believe you girls are still asking about this." Dad spat almost
in anger.  Still, I have to give him credit.  He kept his cool.

   "Wait." Mom said and picked up the phone on the wall.  "We should have
Pete and Carla's opinions on this."

   "Good." Dad agreed with an evil smile.  "I know Pete would never go for
this idea."

   "Until they get here..." Mom injected.  "There are some dishes that need
washing."

   All four of us kids got up and started gathering the dirty dishes.  In
no time we had the dishes rinsed and placed in the dish washer.  Beth hit
the start button and I grabbed a wash cloth and wiped the table.  While we
were doing our chores I took special note of the girls for the first time.

   For me, being gay means that girls are basically space fillers.  I had
never had any sort of attraction to any girl in my life.  To me they were
like trees that you had to walk around, but now that the subject was
brought up, I actually wondered to myself if I could even get an erection
if I knew I was sticking it in a girl's pussy.  Which by the way, I
considered dull and formless.  I mean there's nothing there.  It's like a
continuation of a butt crack.

   Truth be told, I had often anguished over the fact that I would never be
a father.  There were a couple of girls in our school who were pregnant and
a couple who had babies already, but I was more jealous of the fathers of
those babies.  Not because they got to fuck the girls, but because they
were fathers at such a young age.  All, except for Angela Morton, who I
hear got pregnant at a truck stop because she's only into older men.

   I mean if you think about it, it makes total sense.  I started getting
clear semen when I was eleven.  I started getting thick sperm a little
after that.  Doing the math if I got a girl pregnant then and adding in the
nine months it takes for a baby to grow.  I would already be a father.  Now
say my son had a baby by thirteen and his baby had a baby by thirteen...  I
would be a great, great grandfather by the ripe old age of thirty-nine. 
Hell, I don't even know my own great grandfather's name.

   The man was dead and buried long before I was even born and I think
that's the worst fate that befall a man.  I mean to be dead and not even be
a memory for even existing in the first place; how horrible would that be?

   So, having kids as young as possible; means that technically I could be
a great, great, great, great, great, great grandparent and get to have each
generation sit on my lap before I die.  It just makes.

   I tried to concentrate on Sue since if this were to happen...  Worst or
best case scenario...  It would be Sue who I would have to fuck.  At that
moment, it did seem like a chore, not unlike doing the dishes

   So, I was washing the table off and I was standing so that I was facing
the kitchen sink.  (Our kitchen is almost identical to the Petri's kitchen
in the Dick Vandyke show except our kitchen table is rectangle and not
round and the door that goes to their garage is the door that goes to our
changing room.) The girls were wiping down the counters facing away from
me.

   Beth was standing to my left and Sue was standing to my right and for
the first time I got a good look at their asses even though I had seen them
every single day.  Sue had a particularly round ass.  She was a little
chunkier than Beth, but she wasn't fat by any stretch of the imagination.
She was just a little shorter and stockier than Beth.

   Beth on the other hand was very thin.  Her blond hair hung all the way
down to the top of her ass which could best be described as "Perky".  Sue's
hair was brown and only went to her shoulders.

   My eyes drifted to Mike who was wiping the stove.  God he's so
beautiful! We've measured our dicks and I know his is precisely five inches
hard, which by the way he was at that moment.  Very, very five inches!

   Erections in our families were nothing to be ashamed of.  If we boys
were to get an erection, then we could let them happen and go about our
business walking around the house like living, breathing, walking, talking
flag poles and everyone would just ignore them, or we could "take care of
them" as urgency demanded.

   Mike had started to grow a small patch of brown hair where I have only
just started to sprout a whisper of blond fuzz which you really have to
look close to see and I can testify that Mike likes to look really, really
close too.

   The girls turning around took my attention away from Mike and that was
good because I had a task at hand.  I could have stared at Mike all day,
but I was giving serious consideration to fucking Sue...  Not that it would
happen.

   Sue's tits were starting to form.  They were rather bulbous and her
areolas were getting rather large and noticeable.  Beth's tits were just
starting to swell, but her areolas were still small.  However her nipples
were jetting out like pencil tips.

   Beth's pussy was puffier than Sue's but neither of them sported much in
the way of hair; although Sue did have some sparse hairs of about a half
inch long just at the top of her slit.

   Suddenly Pete and Carla came into the kitchen from the changing room. 
They never have to knock, nor do we at their house.  As I said we are all
considered family.

   "Hey guys, what's up?" Pete asked and grabbed the back of my dad's neck
giving it a couple of squeezes.

   "You better sit down." Dad said.  "This is going to be a shocker."

   "Oh?" Carla queried.

   We kids sort of gathered in a semi-circle line on the outer side of the
table and randomly we were boy/girl, boy/girl.  It was Mike then Beth, then
me and lastly Sue.  This was strange only because I would normally always
stand next to Mike.

   Dad didn't waste any time.  He just jetted out with.  "The girls want to
get pregnant with the boys.  Isn't that just the most ridicules thing you
ever heard?"

   Pete and Carla sat in stunned silence for a moment, then they looked at
each other seemingly in shock.

   "Isn't it?" Dad tried to urge an answer.

   "It's about time." Carla smiled.

   "Sure is." Pete agreed.

   "WHAT?" Dad jolted.

   "Well to be honest..." Pete said firmly.  "We were getting to the point
where we were going to ask Mike to fuck Sue."

   "Why would you do that?" Dad asked in utter disbelief.

   "Because we want grandchildren and the prospects of that ever happening
were looking mighty dim." Pete said.

   "We would have kept having kids." Carla added.  "We both love them and
wanted a large family, but it just hasn't happened."

   "But you would have had Mike and Sue....?"

   "Oh come on Chuck..." Pete snarled.  "You know that the whole incest
issue was created to control the masses.  You're a doctor and you know the
chances of any birth defects from incest are no grater than non-incestuous
cases.  You've even told me that you've delivered a few incest babies and
they were just fine."

   "Yeah, but..."

   All the while Devin started pulling on mom's arm.  He gets a little
anxious when people have heated discussions and needs to nurse.  So, mom
just hefted him to her lap and Devin wasted no time in clamping on her
right breast for a feed.  Hell, sometimes even I like to nurse a little
when I am stressed out.

   "Besides..." Pete added.  "You told me that a woman should have kids as
early as possible, so that she is not only young enough and have the energy
to care for the child, but if a woman waits too long the child will have
health problems like asthma and allergies."

   Then Carla came in with.  "And wasn't it on the news that they
discovered if a man waits too long to start having kids; the kids stand a
higher chance of having autism...  Wasn't it Tony Randall who had an
autistic child because he was too old?"

   It wasn't exactly an argument that was going on between our parents.  It
was more like a heated debate.  They went through all the pros and cons
until finally it was put to a vote.  Not surprisingly dad was the only hand
not lifted and so it was decided that we kids could start trying to get
pregnant as soon as we felt comfortable doing so.

   I mean I felt a little reluctant and I didn't think it would happen so
fast, but when our moms ordered our dads to set up MY room as OUR room, I
didn't think it would happen that night, but it did and in no time my bed
was taken apart as well as Beth's.  (We both had queen sized beds) and the
mattresses were placed side by side on the floor that very night!

   Chapter 2

   So there the four of us stood as mom brushed away all wrinkles from the
now made beds.  Even though they were side by side there were no blankets
large enough to fit over both mattresses.  So, mom made each mattress
separately and then slid them both together again.

   When she finished she sat on the right mattress and with a look of
sympathy patted the mattress indicating for us to gather on the beds for a
talk.  We all did and unlike in the kitchen we were again boy/boy
girl/girl.

   "Now this will be a new experience for all of you and I understand
that." Mom said.  "I think the best thing for you guys to do is just be the
way you were and Stan you be with Mike as usual.  Beth, you and Sue should
be the same way.  Every now and then you boys could reach out and touch on
one of the girls.  Just sort of get the feel for it and see what happens
from there."

   "Ok mom." We all agreed.

   "Mom?" I queried.

   "Yes Stan?"

   "Why do you seem all for this?  I mean I thought you would be throwing a
fit for even bringing it up." Everyone seemed very interested in her
answer.

   Mom didn't look like she wanted to answer.  She thought for a moment,
but I don't think she was thinking about what to say as much as how to say
it.  "Because...  I think it's the sexiest thing I ever heard."

   "What?" We all spat and laughed.

   "It's always been a fantasy of mine to see all four of you kids fall in
love and share each other." She said and actually gripped her pussy like a
clamp.  "I love the fact that you kids are gay.  Don't get me wrong, but
mmmmm thinking that you kids will be interchanging with each other..." She
then paused in total bliss.

   "Mom?" Beth asked.

   "Mmmm?" Mom dreamingly answered.

   "You even want me to fuck Stan?"

   "Oh yeah!" She quivered and it was as if she was even starting into an
orgasm.  "I'd even love to take pictures of that and post them on the
internet."

   "Barb." Dad called from the open doorway.

   Mom's head snapped around to find dad standing there with a boner from
hell and leaking a long slim pre-cum that went all the way to the floor. 
His dick made a few jerks, but the strand of pre-cum never broke.  It just
looked like a string of spider silk.

   "It's time for bed."

   We all blushed knowing what they were about to do.  Just like that she
got up and as if possessed she climbed up on dad and with her legs and arms
wrapped around him and dad holding her up by her ass; she lowered herself
onto him and stayed impaled while he carried her to bed.

   I didn't need any coaxing to reach for Mike's dick.  It was after all
right there in front of me.  He reached for mine as well and we kissed
briefly.  Then Mike laid me out on the bed and started kissing me from my
neck down and my dick finally came out of hibernation and only throbbed
three times till it was fully hard.  By then Mike had gently cradled my
hairless ball sack in his right hand and was licking on the tip of my dick.
"I love you." He said.

   "I love you too." I returned.

   "But I want kids." He continued.  "I always have."

   "Then we'll have them." I smiled.

   The giggling of the girls caused me to look over to find them already in
a sixty-nine and ravishing on each other's snatches.  "I mean damn; no
kissing to warm things up?"

   "Listen Stan." Beth said sternly.  "All we want is your sperm.  We don't
want kissing or lovey-dovey crap from either of you.  We're just getting
each other wet so you can fuck us and that's all we want.  Understand?"

   I looked at Mike and he shrugged.  "If that's all they want then I'm
hard."

   "Yeah." I agreed.  "Whenever you're ready, we are."

   After a couple more licks Beth puller back and said.  "Let's do this."
Then they arranged themselves on the bed side by side.

   Mike crawled between Beth's knees and I did the same with Sue and let
her reach down and guide my dick till the head was fully inside.  Beth
didn't have to because I know from experience that Mike is fully capable of
finding the hole with no problems.  It's just that the hole is in a
slightly higher place this time.

   It only took me a couple thrusts in and out before I was fully embed
inside Sue which shocked me because I was expecting to hit the hymen.  I'd
always heard there was a hymen and I looked over to see that Mike was
already thrusting forcefully.  He does the same with me.  OK so much for
straight sex ed 101.

   I didn't say anything, but I was shocked as to how good it felt.  I'm a
definite bottom with Mike and have never even fucked him, but it was
remarkable how good it actually felt.  "Fuck this feels good!" I cooed

   I was feeling so good that I leaned over and Mike and I kissed as if he
were fucking me and that made it all the better.  In only moments I was at
the breaking point and I counted off four large pulsations of my hot cum
deep inside Sue.  Then there was one long one and a few jets of really
small ones and I was done.  "Uhhhh!" I grunted with each pulse of my balls.

   My dick wilted immediately and it seemed as though her pussy spat me
out, but Mike was still slamming into Beth with powerful thrusts for quite
some time.  Sue and I even watched as they went at it.

   Beth sure wasn't complaining either.  She had her legs wrapped around
Mike like a vice grip and moaned with each thrust.  "Uh...  uh...  oh... 
OH!  Yeah that's it, right there.  Yes!!!"

   Then Mike's face contorted and I knew that look well.  I knew he was
shooting up inside my sister and soon I would get him back for myself.

   When Mike pulled out and we were all done, we lay haphazard on the
mattress.  "How did you like it?" Sue asked me.

   "Does it matter?  You said you didn't want any lovey-dovey crap."

   "Well, I don't...  Didn't..." She stammered and Mike, Beth and I all
looked at each other jokingly.

   "I just want to know if it felt like it...  You know...  Should?" She
blushed.

   "How do I know how it should feel?" I asked.  "You were my first and
only fuck."

   "Well, did it feel good?"

   (It was remarkable!) I thought to myself before I answered.

   "Let's get this out of the way so there is no misconception.  I am gay.
I am totally in love with Mike and I am a definite bottom, but...  Yeah it
did feel good."

   "What about you?" Beth asked Mike.

   Mike shrugged his shoulders after a moment of thought.  "I could do it
again.  How was it for you?"

   Beth didn't say anything.  She got to her feet and went to the desk. 
Then she sat at it and took out a pen and a piece of paper from the drawer.

   "What are you doing?" Mike asked.

   "I'm writing home about it."

   It took us a moment to catch on, but then we all laughed.  Mike threw a
pillow at the back of her head and she in turn got up and leapt on Mike. 
We rolled around and laughed and played for a good long while before we
heard.  "Thump...  Thump...  Thump!" That was dad's signal that we needed
to shut up.

   As usual I spooned up with Mike.  Mike likes sleeping behind me with his
right arm wrapped around my right leg and his wrist tucked under my balls
with his hand gripping my upper/inner thigh.  The girls on the other hand
liked to sleep face to face apparently.

   I could feel Mike's soft dick on my left ass cheek and it was sort of
sticky.  I thought to myself that we should have showered, but I really
didn't feel like it and I was sure nobody else did.

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