Chapter 1

We were driving down the coast road on a summer afternoon, just Andrew and me, when we came across the big sign and the parking lot, with all the families. The sign said "Bubble Wars" in big letters. There were lots of kids running around. It was right on the beach, so there was a lot of traffic going by. I asked Andrew if we could stop and check it out, and he said sure.

Andrew is … well, I call him my dad, but he isn't my dad. Really, he is my owner and I have to do what he says. I have to do lots of sex stuff with him and with his friends, and other boys who belong to his friends. But that is not what I am going to tell you about now, even though you might find it interesting. Maybe another time. Right now, I just wanted to tell you about how I got involved with Bubble Wars, and how it turned out, which wasn't great.

This was a couple of years ago, when I was ten. I was always ready for fun. We spent a lot of time around the beach, so it was odd that we had never seen this place, but it wasn't on our usual route. I was wearing just a swimsuit, no top, so I was always ready to go running or diving into the water. It was a speedo, which most of the boys I knew wore, a bright red one that day I remember. Sometimes I got funny looks from people at the beach, families or other kids, because my swimsuits were always kind of skimpy, but nobody said anything. I guess they figured that was my dad's business, and mine.

I went tearing out of the car and was down at the center of the action before Andrew got there. There was a row of large tanks, like dunk tanks, filled with water from the ocean that was right alongside, and floating on the top of each one was a big bubble about ten feet across made of clear plastic. Inside each of the bubbles, there was a pair of kids, mostly boys and mostly around my age, though there were some younger kids, and a few girls too. And around each tank was an audience of kids and parents and friends, cheering and shouting out encouragement.

Each of the kids inside the tanks had a big green-and-yellow super soaker in their arms. Mostly the boys wore those long colorful swimsuits, or else beach shorts or bermudas, and they were rolling around the edges and trying to tip the bubble over and roll with it, and at the same time they were squirting water at each other and giggling. They shoved and pushed at each other, each one trying to get on top and get a good angle to shoot from. Everyone was excited and racing around full of energy. It really looked like a lot of fun.

I stood beside Andrew and we both watched. "Can they breathe in there?", I asked. The bubbles looked pretty airtight.

"Well, you're only in there for a couple of minutes. I imagine if you stayed for a long time if might be a problem."

Each pair kept going until their guns were empty and then they kind of collapsed. There were a couple of people seated around each of the tanks who I guess were assigned as judges. When the two kids climbed out, wet and tired, they would announce one of them as the winner and hold his or her arm up in the air.

Nobody seemed to mind too much who won or lost, but I guess that there were prizes too, the kinds of things you might get at the arcade games at carnivals. If you won five in a row, it might be a big stuffed animal. For ten in a row, it was something bigger, maybe a camera or a set of headphones or something like that. So, a lot of the kids, if they won, stayed around to try again. But all of the wins had to be in a row, and it wasn't so easy at all. Andrew and I stood around and watched for quite a while, but we didn't see any kid win five in a row.

"Want to try, bud?"

"Sure."

They paired me with a blond-haired kid a little smaller than me with a runny nose and a big excited grin. His parents and Andrew smiled at each other. They might have been a bit doubtful about my speedos, but they didn't seem to mind. The two of us were handed our full squirt guns, and we climbed into one of the bubbles once it was free and then got up and bounced around squirting at each other.

It was tougher than it looked because of the way the ball kept rolling. It made you dizzy, especially when the other kid was giggling and deliberately spinning it with his feet. I squirted, stopped, and didn't use everything up at once, to save on ammunition. The other kid was too excited and kept squirting and squirting. So at the end, I had lots of water left over, and just stood over him and aimed it right at his neck and back while he lay on the bottom of the bubble, and there wasn't much he could do about it. I learned to keep my feet planted wide apart to keep the bubble from rocking. When my tank was empty and we climbed out, I was the winner, but we shook hands and we were both happy.

I got into matches with a lot more kids, including one or two girls, and I won most of them. Some of them were younger kids and it was easier, and I tried not to be too hard on them, and gave them a chance. But no matter what I did, it wasn't possible to win five in a row. The most I got up to was three, and after about a dozen matches, I was exhausted and ready to call it a day.

I dried off and we climbed back into the car. On the way home, we stopped at a drive-thru for burgers and fries.

"Dad, can we go back there again?"

"Was it fun?"

"It was SO fun!"

"Ok, bud, we'll see what we can work out."

***

Nothing much happened about going by there again for the next two or three weeks. I didn't say anything, because I knew that sometimes if I wanted something a lot, Andrew would make sure that I didn't get it. It wasn't that he was mean; it was just he thought I should know my place, and that I wasn't the one making any decisions.

Once when we were planning where to go for a weekend outing, I suggested Bubble Wars, but Andrew didn't respond. I figured from his vagueness, and from some phone conversations I overheard, that he was asking around among his friends to come up with suggestions.

Then one afternoon, while we were having dinner at home, he suddenly told me he had made plans for Bubble Wars again for the following weekend. I was really happy about that.

"Really? Is it at the same place we went to?"

"No, it's a different place. This one is at a private pool, actually. But I think it will be fun. And it's more appropriate, actually, for a kid like you."

This didn't sound good, so I decided it would be safest to just say nothing, and wait.

"The rules are a bit different."

"Different how?"

"Well, it's the same idea. You have to try to get the other kid as wet as you can. But you aren't wearing a swimsuit."

"You have your CLOTHES on?"

He gave me a crooked grin, and immediately I realized what an idiot I was for saying that.

"Ohhhh…." I said.

"You're naked, silly. And the other thing is, you don't have a super soaker."

I thought about this for a while, hoping that it didn't mean what I thought it meant.

Cautiously, after a while, I asked, "So what do you use instead?"

He smiled at me. "You've got a perfectly good super soaker right between your legs."

I think I turned all colors. I tried to imagine the scene but couldn't. Naked kids in bubbles peeing on each other.

"Dad, I don't want to go. I don't want to go do that."

"It will be fun. I'm told there are a lot of boys your age."

"Dad, no. That's disgusting."

He looked at me darkly. "You're asking for a smack on the butt."

I looked down and bit my lips. "There's nothing disgusting about your body, or other people's bodies. You should know that by now."

He was quiet for a while, waiting.

"I'm sorry, dad. I know. I shouldn't have said that."

"We're going next Sunday. You'll see; it will be fun."

***

For the next while, I tried not to think much about it. Then, on the morning of that Sunday, I started to feel really nervous about the trip. Now that I knew that it was going to happen, and there was no way to escape it, all of my questions started to come out.

"What if I don't have to go?"

"That won't be a problem, as long as you make sure that you have enough to drink before you get there. We're starting now. There's milk and water and juice. Pop too, if you want, later, but I'd prefer you have less of the pop. It only starts at two this afternoon. There will be enough time for all of that to go through your system. As long as you don't use the bathroom between now and then."

"But what if I CAN'T go?"

"That won't happen. If you have to badly enough, you will."

"But you mean that I have to pee on another kid? I've never done anything like that before. Wouldn't it make him feel really bad?"

"He is going to be trying his best to pee on you, too. So you're even."

I sighed. "I guess," I said. "But dad, what happens … I mean … at the other place you could keep playing more and more matches because you just have to fill up your squirt gun. But if you're using your pee instead, what happens when it's all used up?"

"Then you just have to wait until next time. Usually you're only going to do one match a day." That was good news, anyway, I thought to myself. I needed some.

"And they're all boys? There won't be any girls there?"

"There might be a few girls there, I don't know. But it's harder for them to win against boys."

"Because of the way they pee, you mean?"

He nodded. I had been to some get-togethers where there had been naked girls, so of course I knew what they looked like. But I had never actually seen any of them pee.

At breakfast, I finished a full glass of milk, and Andrew put down a glass of water right beside my plate, and I drank that down too. And he filled it up again and I drank it all.

Most of the morning I spent in the living room, playing video games, so I wouldn't have to think about the afternoon. At lunch, before we left, there was a glass of pop and another full glass of water. As I finished it, I kept thinking about the kid I hadn't met yet who was going to end up getting all of that squirted at him. It made me feel really funny.

There was still some time before we had to leave, so I went back and spent some time with my game console, but I wasn't really interested in games right then. I turned the console off and without thinking I was about to go upstairs, where our bathroom was. Andrew was at his desk working. He saw me at the foot of the stairs.

"You weren't planning to use the bathroom, by any chance?"

I had been, kind of, because I was feeling like I had to go and I had almost forgotten why I couldn't.

"Oops," I said.

"You have to wait," he told me, and we left it at that.

Then it was time to get ready. I got showered and washed up, and Andrew reminded me again not to use the toilet. I had to pick out my clothes. T-shirt, jean shorts, ankle socks, runners, and something for underneath the shorts. I guessed that this would be like some of the other get-togethers we had been to, where there were dads and their boys, and most of the boys wouldn't be wearing much even when they weren't competing, so I had to think about being practically bare most of the time. Dad had let me pick out my own string, and I took one of my favorites, the black leather one. I liked it because it looked like something a grownup might wear, and also because it didn't show my bulge too much if I got hard, and it wouldn't get really slippery inside even if I was making myself wet with excitement.

Just before we went out the door, Andrew stopped me again. "Do you feel like you need to use the bathroom?" he asked.

I thought about it. "I do," I told him, "but I can wait."

"Good boy." And we got in the car together.

***

It wasn't a long drive from where we lived. The get-together was at a big private estate with a large mansion and two or three pools. There were trees and fences all around, so you wouldn't be able to see anything from the road. When we got there, cars were already pulling in, one or two vans and motorcycles. Some of the kids had brought bikes. When they parked, and everyone got out, it was all men and boys, as Andrew had said it would be.

The men came over and greeted each other. Andrew knew one of two of them but not that many. The boys hung back a little. When they arrived, they mostly wore shorts and t-shirts, like me. Those generally came off right away and were left in the car; when they came over to join the group, all of the kids were just in underpants or posing straps something like my own.

The other boys were mostly around my age, some of them a year or two older or younger. There were a couple of teenagers and one or two really young kids, maybe little brothers of some of the others. A lot of the kids seemed to know each other and I guessed that they had been there before. Some of them hung around together in groups of two or three; others stuck close to their dads.

Andrew and me walked over and checked out the bubble setup that was arranged beside one of the pools. The bubble was about ten feet across. It floated in a tank that was right above the pool and that was filled with the water that came from the pool. There was a platform beside the bubble and a little table beside that; on the table there were cards that looked like programs. The men were picking them up and studying them, showing them occasionally to the boys. It seemed they told everyone which kids were going to be paired against each other, and in what order.

Standing close to us, I saw a kid with a little bit of chubbiness, soft face and soft lips, long dark hair and dark eyes. He was very quiet and he didn't seem to know any of the other kids either; but he was looking at me. The kid wore a string too, which was all he had on, but his was silvery with glitter and had a blue star on the front. It was, I thought, way too showy for such a quiet kid. I could see that his dad, a tall man with gray hair, had pushed him to come over to me.

"My name's Anthony," he said. "Are you Robby?"

I nodded and he gave me a little smile. "We thought so. My dad says I'm matched against you. It says so in the program."

I shrugged. "I guess." He looked like a nice kid. I felt bad that he was going to get all those glasses of water squirted at him. Then I remembered what Andrew had said, about him trying to squirt me too, and I didn't feel so bad.

"Have you done this before?" He asked.

I shook my head no. "It's my first time here."

"It's my first match too."

"Hey," I asked him, "Did you ever go to that place on the beach? Bubble Wars?"

He brightened up and gave me a big smile. "Hey, yeah. That place was cool. I liked it and that's why my dad decided to bring me here."

"Me too."

And then he looked around at our surroundings, the quiet pool, the tank and the big empty bubble, the men chatting to each other, the boys standing quietly in their strings or underpants. "But I don't think this is going to be so much fun." I just shrugged again, but I had to agree.

His dad came up, rumpled my hair and wished me good luck. Then he took Anthony by the arm and led him away. I could see him kneeling down in front of the boy and talking to him. It looked like he was giving him instructions. Every so often Anthony would nod obediently. I went and stood by Andrew because I needed some encouragement from him. He didn't say anything but he hugged me around my shoulders and rumpled my hair.

Then one of the organizers came by and spoke to Andrew, and then to Anthony's dad. "We're almost ready, guys," he said. "Bring your boys along."

The way that it worked, the most inexperienced boys were always at the bottom of the card, and went first. Those who had been there for a while and had won more matches were on later; the two with the best records were at the top of the card.

Following instructions, Anthony and me climbed up onto the little white wood-painted platform that stood at the entrance to the big plastic bubble ball. We had a good view of the audience, and the audience had a good view of us. I was really nervous, but there was nothing to do except go ahead with it.

A couple of the organizers climbed up onto the platform beside us. "Naked, please, guys," one of them said.

Me and Anthony pulled down our strings and left them there on the outside platform. We stood there facing the audience of men. One of the organizers was up there with us, I guess to supervise, while the other one got the bubble ready. As soon as my string came off … well, I guess I was thinking that I was going to be able to use the bathroom pretty soon, and by then I really did have to go. My body realized it too. Andrew was right; all that water and pop had made a difference. And before I could stop myself, a few drops trickled out of me and landed on the platform. It was embarrassing. I could see Anthony looking at the wet spots I had made on the floor, and I know the man who was supervising us saw them too. But no one said anything.

We stood there for a bit with our things dangling in full view, with me concentrating on not letting any more pee come out of me. I noticed that both mine and Anthony's were beginning to stand up a little bit because people were looking at us. Then, once the zippered flap had been opened, we climbed inside the bubble, completely naked. The audience could still see us, but it was almost cozy in there, and you could smell the warm plastic. I could see the two little strings, mine black and his silver, on the platform outside. It seemed like everyone — the men and the other kids — had gathered around to watch, and of course there were video cameras too. Only later I realized that people did like to see new kids, even if we weren't very good at it, because it was always fun to watch kids when it was their first time.

The arrangements were a lot like they were at the place on the beach. You had to get inside and set up, sitting down, facing each other, on opposite sides of the inner curve. Even the look and feel of the transparent plastic was more or less the same — except that here, you could feel the stickiness of the plastic against your bare butt. I remembered how bouncy and energetic the kids had been at the place on the beach. I didn't feel that way now, and I don't think Anthony did either. I wished that both of us had speedos on.

They told you that you had to wait to hear the bell before you started to squirt. If you started too early, you would be disqualified. Like at the other place, there was a ring at the top of the ball that held it steady until the round started, so you couldn't tip it over until then, even if you wanted to. After that, the ring let go and the bubble could twirl and spin freely, with you inside.

We waited anxiously for the bell, both of us looking down at our own peepees and not across at each other. Anthony murmured something softly that I didn't catch. "Huh?"

"My dad said I have to aim," he was almost apologetic for pointing at me. But I realized that he was right, and I did the same as Anthony, I held my peepee in one hand lifted it a little so I was pointing across the bubble. I was kind of excited by the whole situation, I guess, so my penis was getting even stiffer now, and so was Anthony's, I could see. Starting before the bell was the least of our problems. I sat there struggling with my thigh muscles and trying to get ready. It was almost funny because a couple of minutes before I had been ready to pee myself right there on the platform, and now I had to convince my body that I really wanted to do this. When you have never actually peed on another person, it isn't easy to make yourself start.

The bell rang, but no pee came out of either of us. We just looked at each other. It took a while. The men outside were quiet and patient; they knew we were beginners. Anthony got his stream going first. I saw the long arc of wetness come out of him and felt a big squirt land on my tummy. Then he stopped immediately; maybe he was frightened by what he had just done.

It took me longer but eventually I felt my pee coming out. It sailed across the bubble and, amazingly, it caught Anthony right in the face. He closed his eyes, wincing, and gave a little yelp. I was immediately sorry for what I had done, and my stream stopped too. Anthony wiped his face, opened his eyes, and we looked at each other. Then I pushed outward and felt another burst come out of me, and this time it kept going. I didn't look at where it was landing, because at the same time I toppled over on my side and the bubble rolled over with me, so I landed on my back. And then I felt pee landing on me too, and I couldn't tell whether it was Anthony's or my own, but I hoped it wasn't Anthony's.

Looking up and seeing his position, I realized that it was from him. I felt some wetness on my face; it trickled onto my lips. It tasted sour and salty. I rolled over again to get away. My own stream had stopped and I had to hold still to get it started again. Anthony had rolled onto his tummy; I aimed at his bare back but he twisted out of the way when he felt my pee on him.

By this time, there was pee sloshing under us when we rolled, and it was impossible to tell whose it was. I was on my back again and I managed to use my feet to twist the ball upward so we were facing each other again, as we had been at the start. Anthony's hair and cheeks were wet and I guess mine were too. We were out of breath but I still had some left and I figured Anthony still had some too. I tried to get on my knees so my pee would come out easier, and Anthony was doing the same. Between the two of us, we just managed to flip the bubble over again, and this time we landed on top of each other, with me underneath and Anthony on top. My pee was coming out but it was just splashing against the plastic; while Anthony's was running down my back and sides.

Luckily both of us were almost out. There were a few more drops and we sat down heavily, facing each other, both of us soaking wet with pee. There were one or two more spurts that each of us managed to force out, but they didn't go anywhere, just landed on the plastic. It made me laugh because we were done so fast.

I wondered how the judges would pick a winner. I thought, looking at Anthony's state, that I must have done pretty well. But of course, you couldn't tell. You could get pretty wet just sliding against the plastic, but that didn't count. It was the same way they judged at the place on the beach. What counted was the hits we had on each other and how wet we had made each other just from our squirts.

The ring was clapped onto the top of the ball to hold it still and then the flap was unzipped. Getting a breath of the outside air, I suddenly realized what it smelled like inside the bubble. It really smelled strongly, from both of us, and I knew the people on the platform would be able to smell it too.

We crawled out, naked, and stood on the platform beside each other, dripping wet. I wanted to put my string on but I knew it wouldn't be allowed, and besides, I was so dirty with pee. We were expected to stand there and wait for the judges' verdict.

One of the men stepped forward, stood between us, and took each of us by the hand. We waited, two really smelly kids. Then, after a few seconds, he lifted Anthony's arm into the air and not mine. It was the way they announce the winners at wrestling matches, by raising the arm of the winner. Anthony beamed. I could feel my own disappointment, because I thought I had done pretty well. Worse was that I was worried about how disappointed Andrew would be, and whether that would translate into smacks on my behind. The man put a little red and white ribbon around Anthony's neck. I didn't get any.

Then one of the men turned on a garden hose and aimed it at us; he washed off both of us pretty thoroughly, from our hair down to our feet, and it felt good to get the pee off of me. I held my string up in the air so it wouldn't get wet, but then as soon as the hosing was done, I pulled it on again, not caring that I was wet, and jumped down the platform steps, not bothering either to say goodbye to Anthony. I was looking for Andrew to see what he would say about the match.

Surprisingly, he was pretty encouraging. He bent down, gave me a kiss on the cheek, and rumpled my hair. I had done pretty well, he said, for the first time. I would do better next time. I was about to say that I didn't want to come back, ever. I remembered the sour taste of Anthony's pee on my lips, and I didn't ever want more of that. But before I said anything, I stopped myself, because I knew what it would lead to. I just stayed quiet.

All I said was, "Dad, I thought I won. I really did."

"It's hard to tell when you're in the middle of it. The other kid did better, especially at the end when you were on your tummy. You'll see when you watch the replay."

I could see that the next pair of kids was sitting on the edge of the platform, waiting for their turn. They looked just a bit older than us. One was a nervous, skinny kid in white underpants, with short reddish-blond hair. The other had dark hair and eyes and slow movements; he might have been Anthony's older brother.

But first the ball had to be washed out and hosed on the inside, to get rid of the stinkiness of Anthony and me. The two kids on the platform watched the process. The dark-haired kid stood up and shifted from foot to foot for a little bit. I wondered if it was because he had to go. When he stood up, I could see that he was wearing a string made of transparent plastic. It must have been really embarrassing to go around in, and I remember thinking that I hoped Andrew wouldn't see it and decide to buy me one like that.

In the meantime, some of the men had gather around a big video screen. Sure enough, there were the two of us, filmed from outside the ball. We were sitting on opposite sides, naked, looking at each other with wide eyes. The bell had just rung and I remembered how both of us had struggled to turn our little faucets on. I saw the first squirt from Anthony, the one that had caught me on the tummy. The men were watching the video with interest, laughing a little but not unkindly. They saw me there; I turned away. As I did, one of them, a big bearded man with a kindly manner, patted me heavily on the shoulder. "You did good, son," he said. "You really did." But I didn't want to watch any more. I could see that Anthony was there too, in his little silver string and with the ribbon around his neck. He had a very serious expression and he really did want to watch the whole thing. After all, I thought, he had been the winner.

Andrew and I sat up close to the tank for the rest of the afternoon. It was fun to watch the other kids, especially since I knew that nothing more could be asked of me that day.

They got better at it with each of the matches. Also, it seemed like they had saved up a lot, because a couple of them seemed like they could just go on and on. But they did eventually all stop.

I learned some things about strategies. The kids who did well kept very still at the beginning and started squirting right away. If the other kid got out of range, they stopped quickly. Also, they didn't do too much toppling and twisting of the bubble, if they could help it, because that made the whole situation harder to control. If you rolled over, you didn't know how many times you would roll or who would come out on top. And also, of course, while you were rolling it was much harder to control where you were squirting. It seemed like the kids who tried to roll a lot were the ones who were smaller and less experienced, and wanted to give themselves a chance against kids who they knew were better than them.

We waited till the very end, after the award ceremony they held for the kid with the best record. In this case, it was an athletic dark-haired kid named Shane who I had watched in the last match. He wore a small black posing strap with little metal studs. And he was surprisingly flexible and moved gracefully, like a dancer. He accepted the trophy with a little smile and bow, and all of us moved off back to the car. Anthony and his dad, and a lot of the other kids, had already left earlier.

On the drive back, we sat there silently. Finally, I asked Andrew, "Is this every week?"

"Every two weeks."

I thought about sliding around inside that smelly plastic ball with a different kid every two weeks, splashing around in his pee and my own. I hated the idea, but I didn't dare say anything. I guess I made up my mind that if I was going to have to do this, I might as well became at least halfway good at it.

Chapter 2

Over the next few days, I got to think more, at home, about all the bubble stuff. More than I really wanted to think about it, for sure. I would probably have liked to forget all of it, at least until the next time Andrew was scheduled to bring me there. But one evening, he called me over, when he was on the computer.

"Hey, bud," he said. "Come have a look at this."

He had me sit on his lap, ran his fingers through my hair, and then rested his hand on my shoulder. There was a web site on the screen with some bouncy music and animation, and bright colored graphics. The title read — and my heart sank when I saw it — "Bubble Wars". Andrew showed me the menu alongside: Schedule, Who We Are, Videos, Membership, Contact Us.

He went to the Who We Are page. There were portrait photos of bright smiling boys with their arms around each other's shoulders, another with two boys, their faces up close to each other, laughing; a third of two kids standing on a platform — on THAT platform, naked, holding hands, their backs to the camera so you could just see their bums.

Then there were some paragraphs about Bubble Wars and its benefits: fun, friends, social skills, competition, body awareness, body positivity. I didn't want to read any of it. I didn't want to know anything else about Bubble Wars. I must have made a face at Andrew, and maybe I tried to turn away, because he held me tighter, almost threateningly, and said "Don't try and earn yourself a smack."

He went to the videos page. There was long list to select from, with the boys' names in pairs: Kayden vs Ryan, Shane vs. Tommy, Jacob vs Devin, and so on down the page. Right at the bottom — and I caught my breath when I saw it — there was one that read "Anthony vs Robby".

"That's me?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. They're pretty quick at getting them online."

Andrew clicked on it. "No, please, I don't want to see it, really I don't." I had to watch it anyway, right from the start with our two bare little bottoms climbing through the flap, up to the end, with both of us standing there, soaked and humiliated, and Anthony's hand going up in the air. I stared down at the computer keyboard for a while, not knowing what to say.

"What are you thinking, bud?"

"Ummm. Do you have to be a member to get to this, or can anyone see it?"

"It's for members only. We're members."

That made me feel a little bit better. I was still wondering who else might see that video.

"Dad? Have you told any of the others?"

"You mean the people from our circle? No, not yet. But I will."

I bit my lips. "Oh no," I said out loud. "I so wish you wouldn't." But I knew that my wishing wouldn't make any difference.

But now, before I tell you about the next Bubble Wars I went to, I guess I do have to talk about the sex stuff that we do, and the circle we're in, and the kids in it. Because the two of them get tangled together, kind of, so it's best that you know something about all of it.

So, there's a group of dads and boys that Andrew and me get together with pretty regularly. It's usually once a month, and it's the same bunch each time. We all know each other and we're pretty good friends. I won't bother to tell you the names of everyone yet, because you won't remember them right now anyway, but I will tell you more about them as we go along. There are six dads and six kids in the group, and that's the way it has been for a long time, probably a year or two. Andrew just says it's our circle, and that's what we call it.

It's not like a formal thing or anything. Because new kids and dads can join, sometimes, or people that are in it might leave, like if they move away. But that's just what we say, like, "they're part of our circle."

There's a kind of plan that gets followed for each of the get-togethers. We all meet up in the afternoon and we go somewhere as a big group. Usually it's really fun. Maybe a go-karting track, or paintball, or skeet shooting. If it's the summer, we might just go to a park and play six-on-six hoops — which works out well, 'cause we can have three dads and three kids on each team. Or soccer. Or we go to a pool or a beach for the afternoon. In the winter, we find more indoors kinds of places, like laser tag, or a science museum.

Afterward, we're all hungry, so we go somewhere for food. Maybe burgers and fries, or pizza. Sometimes we'll go to one of the dad's houses for dinner, and a couple of the dads will get together and make barbecue. Then we spend the evening together, too.

For the evening, it has to be at one of the family's houses where there's enough room for all of us to be together, and also enough space to spread out so there can be some privacy, too. There's times in the evening when the dads want privacy with us; I'll explain about that later. Our place is pretty good and lots of times we spend the evening there, because there's like seven rooms and also a big playroom downstairs, with comfy armchairs and couches, soft rugs, cushions, that kind of thing.

The evening, after dinner, is when the we do sex stuff. But it's not just random, like anytime and with anyone. There's kind of a plan that gets followed, too, for what happens when. I asked Andrew once why it had to be that way, and he said it's because that way everyone knows what to expect, more or less, and it also makes it more fun for everyone. I guess that's true.

I'll tell you more about all of that when I explain what happened that evening. The evening, I mean, that was the first time we had a get-together, after I'd been at Bubble Wars. Generally, though, the plan goes like this: first is, when we're all done eating, we set up the big projector and screen and we watch videos, all of us together. After that, us kids have to do stuff while the men watch. The dads pair us up, and each pair takes a turn. Everyone else is the audience and the two kids have to take off all their clothes and do things together. There's three pairs, because there are six kids, so that means three different shows that we do.

The next is, each kid gets picked out by one of the dads, and the two of them go off together, to a different room somewhere around the house. So that is all at the same time. You might have one dad with a boy in the kitchen, another pair in the guest room. That's when the dads get to have privacy and do stuff with us. The man that you get to be with might be your own dad, like I might be with Andrew, but that's not usually how it works, because Andrew can be with me any time. It's usually a different man, one of the other boy's dads.

The dads and kids are all naked, and everyone gets to spend time like that, until the men are finished with us, and then they lead us back, one by one, to the main room, so we can all be together. After that, there's a circle with just the kids having fun and the dads watching again.

The last part of the evening, there's just lots of cuddling and hugging, with blankets and all, and games, and different kinds of fun stuff. Before we go home, everyone gets together and has snacks and drinks, like milk or hot chocolate.

The day that I'm telling you about was really hot, in the middle of August, and we had spent the afternoon at a beach. Most of the time I hung out with Timmy and Michael, who are both the same age as me. They're both fun and I like them. Timmy is kind of a skinny, giggly blond kid who can talk and talk about nothing if you just let him go on. Michael is quiet and kind of thoughtful, with gentle eyes and a dreamy smile. Timmy's dad is James and Michael's is Brian. We were with the other kids too, but Timmy, Michael, and I spent most of the time doing the same stuff.

Timmy was probably my best friend, of all the kids in the circle. He came over to our house sometimes in between get-togethers and we played together a lot. I knew James, his dad, was pretty strict with him, though. A couple of times, when he had been over, I had seen red welts on his backside from punishments he had been given, but Timmy wouldn't say anything about it if I asked him, just that he probably deserved it. It made me feel a little bad for him. That was one thing I didn't get from Andrew. Spankings, yes, but not the belt.

That afternoon, though, I wasn't thinking about punishments; all us kids had on our minds was the beach and the waves. We had sunscreen put on us by our dads, and sunhats, so we wouldn't get heat stroke. There were water races and relay races, in teams of three each. The dads organized wheelbarrow races, too, through the sand. We made sand castles, with roads and towers and all. We had water fights. There was a big plastic float that could fit about five kids, and we all piled on top of it, laying on it, and spun it around and tried to tip it, and splashed each other. Later on, we had hot dogs from a stand at the beach, and they really tasted good.

We all wanted to stay at the beach as long as we could, but eventually most people had left, and the dads started to get us packed up too. Timmy, Michael and I raced each other back to the change room. We took off our swim trunks and put away our sunhats, and got back into our regular clothes. We also took showers there, because we were all covered with sand. When we got done, we were in t-shirts and shorts and runners again, and the dads were in their shirts and summer pants, or jeans, or shorts.

We didn't have to stop for dinner on the way because we had already had the hot dogs and all, so we just all headed back to our place. I started to think about what would happen once we got there and I started to feel a little bit dizzy with excitement, as I always did when it got round to that time. I guess most of the other kids felt that way too.

I sat on one of the couches in between Michael and Timmy while dad set up the screen and projector. We just talked for a while and lay back; it felt good to be out of the heat and in that air-conditioned playroom. Then the videos started going onto the screen. There are a lot of different ones that we get to watch. The dads get them from the internet, or they exchange them with other dads who live in different places. We know some of the kids in them — well, not in person, maybe, but the dads had been in touch with some of us, and we had seen them in a whole series of different videos, so it felt like we knew them. And, actually, most all of us kids had been in some videos like that too, including me, so I knew how it felt to have a camera pointed at you.

The videos always showed boys with men, or boys with other boys. They were really fun to watch, and they made us excited, which is what they were supposed to do. So after watching maybe six or ten of these short videos, none of us kids were going to be shy about taking our clothes off when it came time to do that. Which was pretty soon.

At the beginning of the first video or two, some of us kids will go "Eeeww…" or try to make funny or smart comments about what is happening on the screen, like a kid getting his pants unzipped or two boys kissing each other on the mouth. But that stops pretty quick and we all get absorbed in watching, and then it becomes really quiet.

Three of the videos were about a kid named Brandon who you got to see doing stuff with a man. In one of them, the two of them were kissing and the man was touching and playing with Brandon's things, and it was making the kid really excited. In the second, Brandon took the man in his mouth. Usually we call it doing sucky. The kid had his eyes closed most of the time, he went slowly and carefully, and seemed to really like having his mouth full. Until he got squirted, which caught him by surprise. He made a bit of a face at first but then he was fine with it. In the third, Brandon laid across a cushion and wriggled while he got a toy inside his bottom.

Beside me, Michael slipped off the couch and laid down on the carpet on his tummy, and I could tell it was because he wanted to wriggle as he watched. I wanted to do the same thing too, but I stayed where I was. Cory and Harrison, the two older ones in the group, were on their knees beside each other and you could see they were really attentive to the screen, and maybe squirming a little too in their shorts. Darcy, who was a couple of years younger than the rest of us, looked at the screen sometimes and then looked away. He was kind of a shy kid and he was the newest in the group; he had only belonged for like six or eight months. He knew what life was about, because his dad had taught him a lot, but he was still a bit uncomfortable with all of it sometimes, and you needed to be gentle with him. Which all of us, of course, were.

After the three with Brandon, there were another three videos that showed two friends named Sam and Joey. All three were pretty similar. They giggled a lot into the camera, took off their underpants and showed themselves. They were both really pink and hard and the camera showed them in close-up, but you could still see their faces. They put their hands around their things and squirmed with their thigh muscles until they got even harder. Then they laid on top of each other and pushed until each of them were gasping with the feelings they were getting. Eventually, they sat up and squirted on their own tummies. In one of them, they did it on each other's tummies instead. It was mostly what the dads called clear, because they were still young. You could see how it glistened there, below their bellybuttons, and they seemed really happy about it.

Michael's bottom, in his shorts, moved regularly as he laid on the carpet in front of me. Cory was lying on his tummy now too, for the same reason. Timmy, beside me, had a couch cushion in his lap and was squeezing it against himself. Even Darcy was watching the screen closely now, with wide eyes.

Then there was kind of a surprise, and when I saw the screen, I almost jumped off the couch. There was the plastic bubble that I had got to know the inside of the week before. The video was taken on a sunny day; there were two naked kids that I didn't know just ready to climb inside of it. The camera got each of their faces in close-up as they stood on the platform, the same one I had been standing on. There was a little blond with a cute grin and beside him a serious-looking kid with short dark hair. They were both a year or two younger than me. Each one gave a little wave to the camera, and then climbed into the bubble through the flap and sat there. You could see the big plastic bubble bob and float on the water.

"Huh?" asked Timmy. "What are those guys doing?"

"What the …" said Harrison.

No one had an answer, at first. Little Darcy watched the screen with big wide eyes. I could have told them what the kids were doing, but I kept quiet.

The ball was released and it began to roll a little; the two kids held on to the sides, trying to brace themselves and at the same time get in position facing the kid opposite them. Then the ball flipped on its side, and the little blond kid giggled, and there was pee everywhere.

"Oh my God," said Cory, softly. I guess that was when everyone started to get the idea of it. Michael's bottom stopped its wiggling for a few seconds, while he absorbed what he was seeing, and then it continued.

The video didn't last very long because the kids were young and everything they had was used up pretty fast. At the end, they just sat there, soaked, looking at each other across the ball and giggling with wet faces, until the men fastened the ball at the top and went to open the flaps.

I realized that the video must have come from the Bubble Wars web site I had seen. I wondered how many more of them Andrew had got ready. Mostly I wondered … well, I know you can guess what was on my mind. I wondered whether I was included.

There were two more videos of other kids in the bubble, both of them featuring kids who were a bit older, and you could see they were more experienced. They didn't smile or giggle much, but they did what they needed to do. These were kids who were able to keep themselves still, and who had pretty good aim. Both matches were really close and it would have been tough to pick a winner, because they were pretty good at hitting what they were aiming at.

And then, last, there was the video of me and Anthony, the one that I had already seen a few days before. But now, everyone got to see it.

Michael was the first to guess who it was when he saw me on the platform. "Hey, isn't that … isn't that …?"

Harrison completed the sentence. "It's Robby." And everyone giggled, and then became very quiet, because they knew they shouldn't have giggled.

Afterward, when everyone had seen me lose, there was quiet for a few minutes. Then Cory asked, in a hushed, kind of awed voice:

"Hey, was that just done lately?"

"A couple of weeks ago," said Andrew.

"Eeewww….," Timmy said, and then shut up, quickly, when Michael reached up with one foot and kicked him.

"Where do you do that?" Cory continued. "Is it near here?" He was asking me, but I wasn't going to answer. It was Andrew who answered.

"Not far, yeah."

Of course, I understood what they were trying to figure out: is this someplace where I am going to end up too? Is my dad going to take me there? I could see in their eyes — all of them, except Darcy, who didn't really understand yet — that they wanted the answer, and they wanted the answer to be no.

"That's, like, they do that there all the time?" This was Cory again, who was the boldest. Michael was looking at me with his gentle eyes and he seemed to be blaming me for this, as if it was my fault that I had gone there, and that they had made that video of me.

Then there was the big question. Harrison, the oldest, asked it, looking right at me.

"And you're going there again?"

I shrugged and said nothing, just looked at Andrew. Andrew answered for me again.

"Next week," he said.

And I knew what they were all thinking then. That there were other kids there, and that maybe their own dads would decide that it would be good for them to go, too. Of course no one wanted to, but it wasn't up to them to decide, any more than it was up to me.

At that point, we had to remember what we were there for, and nothing more was said on the subject of bubbles and pee, though it was there in the back of our minds. There were another three videos: these featured a kid named Chris. In one of them, he gets a big black toy out of a drawer and lies on a couch while he puts it inside himself. He ends up making a mess on the couch cushions. In the second video, he has the same toy, and he is in his bathroom at home. He puts the toy up inside himself and pushes and you can see how much he likes it. Then he takes the toy out, puts it up to his mouth, and licks it. He sits up and squirts all over the tiles on his bathroom floor. In the third video, he is in the same bathroom, and he is lying back on top of a clothes hamper, with his legs up in the air, so he can see himself in the bathroom mirror. He pushes the toy inside himself so he can see it going in, and so can we. In this one, he squirts when this happens, almost right away, and this time it goes all over his tummy.

"Oh my god," Cory whispered, but this time he meant something different. I looked around; everyone was pretty dazed and they weren't much thinking any more about the video of me, which was a relief. Me either, for that matter. I was thinking about the pairings.

The way it works, at that point, after the videos, is that the dads decide among themselves who is going to perform with who, and who is going to go first, and next, and all that. Actually I think most of the time they have it planned out in advance and they just don't tell us kids.

I was hoping I would be paired with Timmy. Andrew knows that Timmy is one of my favorites. I was just trying to think of what the chances were. Maybe he would pair me with Timmy as a way to make up a bit for all the bad feelings about the video. Or maybe it would be just the opposite. Sometimes I think if your dad knows you want something or like it, they make sure not to do it. Not to be mean, exactly, but just because they figure you need to kind of broaden your experience, like Andrew says sometimes.

"Cory, Michael" It was Brian, Michael's dad, who announced the pairing. "Fifteen minutes". That was how much time they were allowed; it was the same time for all of us. There were rules, too: you weren't allowed to finish, and you weren't allowed to do sucky, or kiss the other kid's penis or anything like that. That was for later. For dessert, the way Andrew sometimes said.

The two of them stood up; both had still been lying on their tummies. They went to stand together, in front of the couch. The rest of us, dads and kids, made ourselves comfortable on the armchairs and couches, or on the carpet, and got ready to watch. I was a bit worried for Michael, because Cory was one of the only two of us kids who was allowed to put his thing inside another kid's bottom opening (the other was Harrison). Us younger kids didn't have permission and we didn't really want to anyway. And Michael, like me, was just learning about letting people use his opening there. Mostly I guessed that, like me, he had just had toys in him, and not really big ones either. So I was hoping that Cory didn't have plans about taking Michael that way. They were allowed to do that, if they wanted.

Cory took Michael's hand. They turned so they were facing, and then put their arms around each other. Michael closed his eyes and Cory kissed him on the cheek.

It wasn't the first time they had been together, but it hadn't been for a while, and anyway, each time, even if you were with the same kid, it was always different. Michael looked into Cory's eyes, and then raised his arms straight up in the air, meaning that Cory should pull off his t-shirt. Cory did, and then he raised his own arms, and Michael tugged at Cory's shirt until it came up and off over his arms.

Once they were shirtless, Cory reached across and unsnapped Michael's shorts and then pulled them down, leaving him standing there in a pair of little dark blue underpants. The dads always took care about what kind of undies we wore to the get-togethers, because us kids would be spending a good part of the evening wearing just those and nothing else. So it was always interesting to see what the dads had picked out.

Cory pulled down the blue underpants without wasting any time, and left Michael standing there naked, except for his runners and white athletic socks. He didn't bother to take those off. His peepee was pointing straight out, which didn't surprise any of us. He looked down at himself and giggled, and then took hold of his penis and tugged at it, making it even straighter.

Cory, who still had his shorts on, was watching him. Then he took the younger boy by both hands and made him go down on his knees. Cory himself laid down on his back and pulled Michael on top of him, with Michael face down on his tummy. Their faces were close enough so they could kiss, and they did. Michael was the one who went for Cory's mouth first. Michael's bottom wriggled and his penis pressed against Cory's shorts.

They stayed like that for a while, rubbing together slowly, and then Michael sat up and unfastened the older boy's shorts. Cory stood up and pulled them down to his ankles. He was wearing a little white cotton posing strap underneath. Sometimes we call them strings, because it's just a string and not much else. The kids didn't like wearing those too much because they hardly covered anything at all, just your front, and they left your behind all bare. But the dads made us sometimes. Michael tugged at Cory's little string, "Those too," he whispered. All the while he was tugging at himself too.

Cory pulled the string down and stepped out of it; like Michael, he didn't bother about his socks and runners. He was excited too and everyone could see it. He sat down with his legs crossed and Michael, who was a bit smaller, sat down on top of his crossed legs, facing him. They kissed again. Cory's penis poked up between Michael's legs and the younger boy took hold of it and rubbed it against his own tummy, which made Cory gasp. Then Cory put his hands on Michael's backside and pulled him close. In that position, Cory's penis slid inside the crease in Michael's behind and Michael pushed up and down to feel it rub him there. At the same time, his own penis was stiff and pink and pushing against Cory's tummy. For a while I thought they were going to finish, because they both had their eyes closed. Cory bit his lips, and they stopped themselves, with Michael digging his fingernails into Cory's shoulders.

Then Cory rolled Michael off of him and made the other boy go on his knees. First they faced each other, with Cory on his knees too, and the older boy gave Michael a big hug. Then Cory went around behind Michael and gave him a hug from the back. I was worried again, because I could see how excited Cory was and how close his penis was, in that position, to Michael's bottom. As I watched, Cory let his thing slide in between Michael's cheeks, but he didn't try to enter him, he just slid up and down there, the way he had been doing it before. His thing was so wet and slippery that the feel of Cory sliding back there made Michael gasp. Cory turned so he was sideways to Michael and slid his hand into the younger boy's bottom crease, which was now all slippery from himself. He found Michael's opening and actually pushed one finger inside. It went easily because of the slipperiness, but it still made the younger boy squeal a little.

"Time, guys," said Brian softly, and they both looked at him. It was hard to believe that it was already fifteen minutes. Michael closed his eyes and gave Cory one more soft kiss on the cheeks, and then they both stood up. Cory found his string and Michael his underpants; they pulled them on and stood there, giggling a bit at the way they bulged out in front.

Now it was maybe my turn, or maybe I would have to wait. There were three possible partners: Harrison, Darcy and Timmy. I would be happy with any of them. A little less with Harrison, though, because I was concerned about my bottom, too, and I knew that Harrison might want to take me, and that I wouldn't be able to complain, or resist, if he did try. I didn't think he would because he knew he would be too big for me and it would hurt.

"Harrison, Darcy," said Brian. "Fifteen minutes." Darcy grinned. I grinned too, knowing that it meant Timmy would be my own partner. But I knew that Darcy liked Harrison a lot. He looked up to him and admired him like a big brother. I had seen them together before and I knew how much fun they usually had. Although Harrison was the oldest of us kids, he didn't mind being paired with the youngest. He was really affectionate with Darcy and you could see he liked him a lot.

Darcy got up right away and scampered toward Harrison. Harrison had already taken off his shoes and socks, so he stood there with bare feet. He grinned and held his arms out wide, and folded Darcy into a bear hug. The rest of us were the audience; we all still had our clothes on, except for Cory and Michael.

Harrison and Darcy snuggled and rubbed cheeks, and then Darcy opened his mouth wide and there was a big kiss between them, right on the lips. The younger kid kept his mouth there and his eyes closed and kept it going.

In the meantime, Harrison was undoing the little boy's shorts. They slipped down his legs and Darcy stepped out of them without giving up on the kiss he still held. We all giggled, because Darcy was wearing blue-and-green boxers with pictures of balls and teddy bears. I guessed that they were Darcy's choice and that his dad had gone along with it. He was, I guessed, the only one of us who had boxers on, though I hadn't seen Timmy or Harrison yet.

The boxers came off quickly; like Cory and Michael, he left his socks and running shoes on. We could see Darcy's peepee pointing straight out at Harrison. Harrison took the younger boy's hand and put it in between Darcy's own legs. Darcy stopped kissing, gave a gasp, looked down in between his own legs. Harrison took his hand away and Darcy started doing himself on his own, without being told.

Darcy, I guess, was too distracted to think about taking Harrison's shorts off, so Harrison undid them himself and pulled them down. Underneath he was wearing a tiny black vinyl string that hardly covered anything at all, and of course nothing at all in the back. His dad, Daniel, always made him wear skimpy stuff like that. I was glad that Andrew generally let me stick with underpants, at least for get-togethers.

Darcy looked at the older boy's little string. It made him giggle and he snuggled his head against it. He pulled it down and let it drop to Harrison's ankles; we could all see how excited the older boy was. He stood there with his eyes closed. Darcy came close and nuzzled his head against Harrison's stiff penis. Then he rubbed his cheek against it. It was allowed, though just barely; you couldn't lick but you could do stuff like that.

The two of them now stood side by side. Darcy tugged Harrison over so they were standing right in front of Joe, who was the younger boy's dad. It was like he wanted to show off to his dad how much fun he and Harrison were having. The head of Harrison's penis was getting wet with his excitement, while Darcy rubbed his fingers around, just close to the tip, giggling at his dad all the while.

Harrison took a cushion from the couch and laid down on it, on his tummy; his bottom pushed regularly in and out. Darcy was on his knees beside him, gently stroking Harrison's bottom. After a while, Harrison got up so he was on his knees too; his thingie was really pink and swollen. Darcy rubbed his little hands on it slowly, while Harrison let his own hands go around to the little boy's bottom, stroking him delicately there in gentle circles, as Darcy had been doing to him a few moments earlier.

"Time, guys," said Brian once again softly.

"Awww," Darcy murmured, disappointed that his fun was getting taken away. Harrison, sensing how he felt, reached down and gave the boy a few more soft caresses in between his legs, which made Darcy close his eyes and sigh. Brian spoke a little more sharply. "I said time, guys. Harrison, any more and you're going to be asking for a smack." I was kind of surprised; usually whoever was doing the timing would let us get away with some extra touching and stuff, but Brian was being really strict.

Harrison stopped right away and bit his lips. "Sorry," he murmured. Darcy looked guilty, too, although it wasn't really his fault. Harrison found his little string close to him on the carpet and pulled it on and into position, though it didn't do much for his modesty. Darcy, meanwhile, gave a giggle and slipped into his boxers.

"Robby, Timmy." Brian announced. "Fifteen minutes." Timmy was looking at me with a big grin. I wasn't shy about everyone else watching, since we were the last and everyone else had already done stuff for the audience. We came and sat in the middle of the circle, and first thing we both pulled off our runners and our socks, and left them on the carpet. Timmy came and put his skinny arms around me and then nestled his head against my shoulder.

I really liked being with Timmy because he was so open and spontaneous and ready to go along with anything I might try with him. He just did whatever came into his head, when it came to playing together. I gave him a big hug and then he put his face right up close to mine and gave a giggle, and then he rubbed my nose with his. I opened my mouth wide and we gave each other a long kiss on the mouth that felt really terrific. Timmy's eyes were closed and his tongue worked inside my mouth, going in all the way and then finding my tongue and giving it a shove, and then we played for a while at pushing back at each other's tongues.

Then he reached under my shirt and squeezed one of my nipples. I was about to stop him and say "Ow!" but then I realized it actually felt nice, so I let him go on. He pulled my t-shirt off and I did the same with his and we hugged again. I liked the feel of his skinny bare chest. He went down on his knees and planted a big kiss on my bellybutton, which was allowed, because it wasn't lower down. Then he blew air into my bellybutton and made a noise, which was just silly. As I pushed his head away, both of us tumbled onto the floor, and it almost became a play-wrestling session instead of us doing sex stuff together.

I undid his shorts, and he did the same with mine. I was wearing white underpants and he had black ones, but other than that they were almost the same, and for some reason both of us thought that was funny, and we started to giggle again. But, his underpants were bulging out at the front, just like mine were, so neither of us could do much to hide our feelings, even if we had wanted to.

To stop him from laughing, more than anything, I gave him another big kiss on the mouth, and that shut him up, like I knew it would. And I also knew he would really respond, as he always did. And that's what he did. It was a really energetic and enthusiastic kiss, and we were both wiping our mouths when we broke away.

Then he looked at me teasingly, and I went after him, caught hold of the elastic waistband of his underpants, and pulled it down in front so everyone could see his pink stiff penis. He then did the same to me, and we just stood there, with our underpants around our thighs, pointing at each other. I looked into the audience and for a minute I caught sight of Andrew, smiling encouragingly. I took hold of Timmy's penis right around the base, circling him there with my fingers and pushing in. I looked down at my front and there was Timmy's hand, doing the same to me.

All of a sudden, the feelings were really strong. I had to bite my lips, close my eyes so I wouldn't see the audience, and stay very still, just to stop myself. Timmy saw how I was struggling and it made him giggle again, but then I gave him a kind of desperate look and he knew enough not to keep rubbing me in between my legs.

Instead, I did the same to him, to show him how it felt, and right away he closed his eyes, gave a little gasp, and all the muscles around his bottom tightened up. I stopped too, because I knew that I should.

Then — I don't know how we got there — both our underpants were on the carpet, my white ones on top of his black ones, and we were lying on our backs right beside the underpants, side by side. We were looking up at the ceiling first and we couldn't see the audience. Then we both turned so we could look into each other's face. We played with ourselves just without any kind of shyness at all, with both our thingies pointing straight up at the ceiling.

We took turns going as far as we could and then stopping. I felt some of my slipperiness dripping from the end of my penis onto my tummy, and I looked across at Timmy and could see that his tummy was getting wet just the same way. His fingers reached across and touched me below my bellybutton, just where I was making myself wet. I could see that his fingers had got all slippery. I touched him in the same place and showed him my fingers were the same, and then he put his fingers in my mouth to lick, and I put mine up to his mouth. It was really silly but a lot of fun.

I was just turning over onto my tummy so I could wriggle against the carpet when I heard Brian's voice: "Time, guys."

Neither of us wanted to stop, but we did. I picked up the two pairs of underpants and handed one to him. For a joke, I asked, "Which is yours?" and he took the white ones and I took the others, and we thought that was really funny again.

So all of us kids had done what we needed to, and I guess the dads had liked what we had shown them. There was a little bit of applause. They still had their clothes on, but now all of us kids were almost naked. A few of us smiled and said "Thanks," and Timmy, to be funny, gave a little bow.

They let us stop for a while and just sit on the carpet and talk — Harrison and Cory in their strings, Michael, Timmy and I in underpants, and Darcy in his little boxers. Darcy, Michael and Cory were still wearing their socks and runners too. The dads discussed something quietly among themselves and I knew it might have to do with dividing us up. They kind of pretended that they made the decisions as to which boy had to go with which dad right there on the spot, but we all suspected that, like the pairings, it was decided in advance. It did work out so that we got shared among the men pretty well. You rarely got the same man to be with for two get-togethers in a row, and after you had been with a man, it was usually a few months until you had to be private with him again. Sometimes I wondered if they actually argued about us, and how they decided who would get to have me.

Brian had the list again and us kids all circled around him on our knees. It didn't much matter to me which dad I went with. They were all nice and friendly, in different ways. Last time I had been with Sean, who was Cory's dad. So I knew it probably wouldn't be him. Or Andrew either, naturally.

The men were sitting in armchairs around the room. When your name was called, you were supposed to go over and stand beside the man you were going to be with. I waited with the rest, a bit nervously.

This time he went in order from the oldest to the youngest.

"Harrison. Go with Sean." Harrison got up from the circle and stood beside Sean's armchair, wearing his little black string. Sean looked up and smiled at him, and took his hand.

"Cory. You're with Daniel." He got up and went over to take his place next to the man. He was also still wearing the white posing strap and nothing else. I guess they already knew each other a fair bit, since he and Harrison were the oldest in the group and I guessed that the dads had been exchanging kids for a while.

"Michael." He was a few months older than me. "You're with James." That was Timmy's dad.

"Robby. You're with Joe." That was Darcy's dad. I didn't know him very well, but I went over and stood beside his chair. He reached over and patted my hand.

"Timmy. Go with Andrew." I would always get a little bit of a shock when I heard who Andrew was going to be with, imagining another kid naked with him like I usually was. And especially since it was Timmy, who was kind of my best friend. I was happy for both of them because I knew how much fun Andrew would have with Timmy. But I was also a little bit jealous, I guess.

"Darcy." He was the youngest, of course, and I knew that a lot of the dads had a special kind of fondness for him. "You're with Brian today." Darcy went to his armchair shyly and sat down on the armrest, looking at Brian with his big brown eyes. Brian took the boy's hand gently and stroked Darcy's hair.

Then we were all led away by our men. Joe and I were assigned to the guest room. We would be expected back in half an hour or so.

Joe was wearing a kind of polo shirt and khaki shorts. He had a beard and moustache and I knew he would feel tickly, because I remembered from last time, though that had been probably six months before. It looked like his beard was a lot thicker now.

There was a big couch with leather upholstery in the guest room. Joe sat down on it and touched the seat beside him, meaning I should join him there. I turned and sat close beside him on the couch; then I went on my knees. I couldn't help looking at the front of this pants, and I felt kind of shy, as I always did for the first few minutes, when I was with one of the men.

I was still just in my underpants, with bare feet and no shirt or shorts. The underpants were the black ones, which I had traded with Timmy. Joe looked at me. He put an arm around my shoulder and gave me a hug. He ran his fingers through my hair for a while, with both of us just looking at each other, kind of not sure what to do next. I knew he didn't want to rush me. But all the same, we both knew why we were there, and it wasn't just to hug.

Joe reached for my underpants and tugged at the waist. "You guys switched those, didn't you?" he asked. I giggled and nodded. "That's ok," he said. He pulled at the waist of the underpants again and I knew what he meant. I slipped them down my legs so he could see me naked, and then let them fall on the floor. I was pretty excited, and I knew he could see it. None of us kids had finished and I guess every one of us was as excited as I was. We both knew it was just natural, but it was still kind of embarrassing to be naked and excited while Joe still had all his clothes on. I was pointing right at him.

Joe patted his lap and I climbed up and sat there, bare naked. He wore dark wool pants that were tickly against my legs and my bottom. I looked at his beard and I thought about cuddling with him, and it made me feel kind of shy again, and I looked down. He gave me a big hug and squeeze.

My penis was pink and hard, and really wanted some attention. He had me stretch my legs out, and he gathered the couch cushions together so I could lie back on them. It felt comfortable. He rubbed my tummy for a little while, just slowly and softly, around my bellybutton, and it felt nice. Then he took hold of my penis, gently and carefully, and began to do me up. It felt so good, because he knew how to do it, like most of the dads did. But they didn't always take so much time. I closed my eyes and just let Joe's hands go wherever they wanted on me — my bellybutton, my testicles, down through the crease in my bottom to my opening, and then back up to my penis.

He went very slowly. My muscles strained upward against his hand. Every so often, when I started to get really close, I had to take hold of his hand to make him stop, because I knew I wasn't allowed to finish. After this had happened a few times, I guess Joe figured I had had enough. He pulled me up and gave me a big kiss right on the mouth. I opened my lips to let him, and our tongues pushed together. Then he rubbed my bottom and I lay with my face against his shoulder and wiggled against his shirt for a while. When I looked up, kind of half-dazed, he rubbed his face against my cheek and I could feel the stubble of his beard. It felt nice.

He took my hand and kissed it gently, and then he put it right at the front of his woolen pants. I could feel the curve of his penis through the material, and I could tell that he was excited too. I rubbed a little, carefully, because I guessed that was what he wanted.

"Undo them," he said.

I looked down and fiddled with the buckle on his leather belt until I got it open. Then I unsnapped the pants and pulled the zipper down. He was wearing dark boxers. Most of the dads wore boxers. I put my hand on the front of them and continued rubbing. I could feel more of his outline that way.

He stroked my hair and gave me another kiss on the mouth. He spoke to me, kindly: "Tell me, do you like being in the group?"

I nodded.

"I think it's a good experience for Darcy. You think so?"

I nodded again.

"Being with other kids and men and all."

"Sure," I managed to say.

"What do you like about it?" I was still gently rubbing him through his pants.

"The trips and the places we go. The other kids. Everyone is really friendly."

"They are." He stopped for a moment, and looked down at the front of his boxers, where I was rubbing him. "Pull them down," he said.

I took hold of the waistband of the boxers. I pulled them right down in the front so I could see his penis and testicles. He was very hard. I just looked at him, at first, because I was feeling a little shy again. But I knew I should touch him. I stroked his penis a little, gently, up and down, running my fingers up to the tip and circling around there until he started to get wet. Then I let my hand go down to his thick testicles and I felt them tenderly with my fingers.

"You like the evenings, too, son?"

I nodded. He gave me another kiss, then took me by the back of the neck and guided my head downward, close to his penis, which was straining upward. There was a lot of hair and he smelled like a man, though I think he also used a little bit of cologne or something there. Anyway, it smelled nice. I got up close to his penis and looked at it, the long curve of it, the pink firm tip, the little slit at the end. He was circumcised too, like I was. His penis looked friendly and nice. Shyly I took him in my mouth and sucked on him a little, until he closed his eyes.

He tried to say some other things to me, I guess to make me feel comfortable, or to distract me from what I had to do. He talked about his son, and about other kids in the group, and about our time at the beach that afternoon, the sand castles I had been making.

I just listened and let him go in and out of my mouth, slowly. I couldn't really answer other than by nodding or shaking my head, or saying "mmm," because of my mouth being full. But I liked that he was friendly and was going slow. I liked having him in my mouth, too. He tasted a lot like Andrew, but maybe a bit stronger and saltier.

I looked up to his face. He took my head and guided it a little bit, up and down. I could feel that he was getting all slippery around the tip, because the slipperiness was in my mouth. I took his penis out, looked at it, and just rubbed the tip a bit to feel the slipperiness.

"You like that, don't you?"

I giggled and nodded, and put him back in my mouth. He began to guide me again, and I let him direct the movement of my head, in and out. He was really swollen and excited now and my mouth felt very full.

"That was a cool video you were in."

I took him out for a second so I could answer. My mouth was wet from licking and I could feel the slipperiness on my lips when I opened my mouth and tried to talk.

"Thanks." I couldn't say anything else. There were too many different feelings. I went back to doing what I needed to do with my mouth; I wasn't even thinking about the bubble video.

"I would like to see you in more of those."

I felt like asking if he wanted Darcy to do those videos too, but I didn't dare, and I didn't want to get Darcy into trouble, or suggest it, in case Joe might decide that it was a good idea. And anyway, I couldn't talk at all.

"Tell your dad I said that. You would be good in those videos."

I nodded.

I had just the tip of him in my mouth now. I licked him there, carefully. He reached his hand out and stroked my hair, then he put his hand close to my mouth and I licked it too. It was dry and it tasted salty, more salty than his penis. I licked the back of his hand a little and then went back to the man's penis. I licked down the whole length of it with my tongue. I took hold of his testicles and got down lower so I could kiss them too. It made him groan and grab me by the hair to pull me close. I stopped and held him for a while and pushed just around the base, so his thing was standing up really straight and straining outward toward me. Then I stopped again because I didn't want him to finish right away.

He stroked my cheek for a while. I turned and licked his hand again, the inside of it this time, on his sticky palm. It was kind of silly and it made me feel a bit like a squirrel eating out of his hand. But he seemed to like it. I licked his cheek a bit too. It was stubbly and rough on my tongue. Then I went back his penis again, licking it slowly and carefully, like before. He put one hand at the back of my head then and pulled me in closer, and then guided me to make me go a little faster. Each time he went in I gave a little suck, and I could see that he liked that a lot, too.

Everything was all wet now between my mouth and his penis. It was nice but also the thrusts of his thing were getting stronger. I could tell that he wanted me to take more of him in my mouth. I opened and let him go where he wanted to, but then after a minute it was like my mouth was completely full and I could hardly breathe. I felt him push against the back of my throat and I thought I might choke, or gag. It hurt, a little. My eyes teared up and when he saw that he took his penis out of me for a while.

I coughed and he put his hand on my neck. Gently. I put my arms around him and just lay there for a minute, nestling against his shoulder. He waited, kissed my face softly for a while, and then drew my head back to his lap. I put him in my mouth again. He went back in, just slowly at first and then all the way in again, forcing me to open wide and pushing against the back of my throat. It made me gasp, and he let me stop for a while again and take him out.

He hadn't touched me at all since right at the beginning, when I was across his lap. My penis really wanted some attention. I was still on my knees, and I straightened up and pushed with my thigh muscles, with my thing aimed toward his tummy. I wanted him to see how excited I was. He did, but then he just took my own hand in his and put it on myself, showing me that I should play with my peepee while he watched. I did for a while and I was starting to get really wet, too. I wanted to finish and I knew that I couldn't because it wasn't allowed.

When I tried to take my hand away from myself, he just took it again, patted it, and put it back. Then he took my other hand and put it on himself, so I was feeling his penis and my own at the same time. I had to stop every so often, but then he would take my hand and make me start again. I looked at him; it felt like it would go on for ever. "Shouldn't we be getting back soon?" I asked him, and my voice sounded soft and far away.

"Shhh," he said. "We're fine."

He stopped and I let go of myself and put both hands on his penis, and held him for a while and pushed just around the base to make him stand up very straight. I circled him with my fingers and pushed in and out slowly until his eyes closed and he gasped. Then I took him in my mouth and kissed and licked, and sucked gently just out at the tip. He took my head and pulled me close, and made me move so his thing went in and out of my mouth much faster, four or five times. He pulled out and said "Ohhhhh…" as if something really hurt, and then he aimed at me and all of a sudden his stuff came out in one long squirt after another. It went everywhere but it didn't last very long. I took it mostly on one cheek, below my eye, and also there was a lot on my nose. I felt some of it dripping down onto my lips and into my mouth. I stayed still for what seemed like a long time, holding his penis and watching until he opened his eyes and looked at me. Then he gave me a big hug and held me by my shoulders. He ran his fingers through my hair and smiled: "Good boy," he said. "You're sweet."

"Thank you," I said. It made me feel good that he liked what I had done.

I stood up and put on my underpants. Joe still had all his clothes on; all he had to do was zip up his pants. I followed him down the stairs from the guest room to the playroom.

All the other kids were already there, with the rest of the dads; I was the last one to be brought back, I guess because Joe had taken so long with me. But all the men knew pretty well what time they needed to be finished by, so the others could only have been waiting there for a couple of minutes. I took my place in the circle between Timmy and Darcy and knelt on the floor. My face was still all wet from Joe. All the kids were in their underpants, like me, and most of them also had wet faces that showed how much the men had enjoyed themselves. The men didn't want us to wipe it off; they liked to have us go around with dirty faces.

The next thing that happens, once we're all together again, is sucky between the kids, while the men watch. That's when us kids get to have our orgasms, which we really need by that time. I asked Andrew once why us kids had to wait like that, and he explained it was so we would learn edging, and that would make us better partners. And I guess that's true.

The way it works for sucky is, you get to be with another kid, and the other kid can kiss and lick your penis and all. Everyone has a turn. While the two kids are doing it, everyone else gets to watch. After you take someone in your mouth, and they have their orgasm, someone else does you the same way, until everyone is finished. That way everyone has a chance to be in someone's mouth, and everyone has to take someone else in their mouth. It's really the fairest way.

It's timed, like the first show is, except now they only gave each kid five minutes. It isn't a lot. Everyone knows it isn't fair because the men get to spend half an hour with you and they can go in your mouth the whole time. But complaining wouldn't help; that's the way it is.

Even so, it's one of the best parts of the evening for me, and I think for the other kids too. It feels really great to have someone do that with you. It's not something a lot of us have much of, except when we get together with other kids. Andrew never does sucky for me and I'm pretty sure none of the other dads ever do that for their kids, either. Andrew's penis is in my mouth a lot but I know he won't kiss me there. It just is something a kid shouldn't expect, I guess.

And anyway, five minutes is really enough time for whatever you have to do. Mostly, by that time in the evening, all of us are really excited. As soon as you feel another kid's mouth and tongue on you there, you're generally ready to finish right away.

But still, you try to use as much of the time as you can before you have your orgasm, because it feels so nice, for the kid who is getting it anyway. If you don't get done in five minutes, you have to stop and not finish at all. But I can't remember that ever happening at one of our get-togethers. They tell you how much time you have left too, so you can judge what you have to do from that. One of the men will say "One minute," and then after that "thirty seconds." When it gets to one minute, I know that I should start getting ready to finish up, because otherwise I might not have enough time.

So, that evening, after the beach and all the videos, including my bubble video, and after the men were all done with us, us kids all sat quietly in a circle with our sticky faces and waited for Brian, who had the list again, to read out the first name

"Robby." Which was me. So I had to go in the middle and get down on my knees. I was going to be the first to do sucky, and that also meant I would be the last one to get it done to me.

"Harrison." I kind of wished it had been one of the others. I mean, I liked Harrison and all, and he was really friendly, but he was the oldest one of us and I knew that he squirted a lot, and he was getting to be pretty grown-up by now — I guess he was thirteen — so you had to be ready to take all of that, somehow. Also sometimes he wanted you to take him all the way in your mouth, the way Joe had, and some of the other men did too.

"Five minutes, guys."

Harrison came up to me and pulled down his string. He was bare naked and I just had my underpants on. I started to lick him right away. He was being gentle so it was pretty easy. He put his hands on either side of my head and I just let him guide me. He went in and out slowly and I gave a little suck on his tip each time. I wondered if he was thinking at all about the video with me and Anthony. It seemed so long ago I could barely remember it myself.

Harrison put his hand around himself and gave a little moan and then went a bit faster, so I had to work to keep up. Then he slowed down, when he started to get closer, and I knew I should be careful too, so I just gave slow licks and kisses.

He had me stand up facing him and then he took my chin and turned my face up to his, and kissed me on the mouth, so he could taste himself on me. We both went on our knees and we kept on kissing because it felt really nice, and at the same time I found Harrison's thing with my hand and tugged on him until he was really pushing with his thigh muscles, and I could see how excited he was feeling. Then Harrison stood up and I took him in my mouth again, and licked slowly, the way I had done with Joe.

They told us one minute. I could feel how quiet it was around, with all the men and the other kids watching us. Harrison murmured something softly, which I didn't catch.

"Huh?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Open," he said, and I did, and closed my eyes again. I knew his penis was out there, pretty close to my face, but I couldn't feel it any more in my mouth, and, with my eyes closed, I couldn't see it either.

"Wider," he said. He took my head and pushed it away from him a bit, so he could aim better. I stayed there with my mouth open. "Look up a bit." I did. "Stay like that." I opened my eyes for a second and could see that he had his hand around himself and was pointing right at my mouth. I closed my eyes again.

Then there was something wet at the back of my throat. I did it the way I had learned to. Andrew had taught me. You put your tongue out so a lot of it will go there instead of into your throat. You don't close your mouth, though you really feel like you want to. You don't pull away or shift around. You don't try to breathe or you might choke. You just stay very still and let it go into you.

I didn't feel each separate squirt but I think there were three that landed in my throat, because I could feel it was pretty full, and one on my tongue. The next just caught me on the lips. Then there were one or two more that fell onto my bare leg. Harrison squeezed my face between his hands gently, and stroked my hair, so I knew he was done. I closed my mouth and swallowed hard, and coughed a little. My eyes teared up a bit. It didn't taste like anything when it was way back in my throat. But some came up into my mouth and I felt the saltiness then and the stickiness. I swallowed again and stood up, looking Harrison in the face. He tried to smile and then brought his face close to mine and kissed, and then licked around my mouth and cheeks and just below my nose, where I was sticky.

"It's mostly from before," I whispered to him. Which was true; it was mostly Joe that he was tasting.

"I know," he said. What I had just got from Harrison was in my tummy already, most of it.

"Good job, guys," Brian said, softly. It was what they generally said after each pair of kids. Harrison pulled up his string and went to sit in the circle and watch. He wouldn't find out which kid he would have to do until right at the end. For me, I was allowed to wipe my mouth and stand up, and then I had to wait to find out who I would be with next.

Brian looked at his list. "Timmy," he announced. I didn't mind which kid it was but I was especially happy that it was Timmy who would be doing sucky on me. He came up to me right away, gave me a big grin and got down on his knees. He giggled about my underpants too, which were actually his, as he pulled them down.

He looked at my stiff thing and held it in his hand just for a few seconds, and then I went into him right away. It felt really nice for my thing to be there in my friend's mouth. He looked up at me and sucked a few times, really quickly, and I thought I was going to finish right then. I stayed still and took his face to stop him. Then I let him go. The way he did it was to let me go in and out of him for a while, and then take me out, and hold my thing in his hand, and look up at me to see how I felt. He would wait until I was able to stand some more licking without feeling like I would finish right away, and then he would start again. He went on like that for a while. I didn't have to direct him or guide his head because we knew each other. When I was really close and had to stop for a while, I bent down and gave him a kiss on the mouth. It was nice because I could taste myself on him.

When Brian said "One minute," I knew I didn't have to do anything special to be ready. When he said "Thirty seconds," I pulled Timmy's head close and gave one big push. I didn't finish, so I took myself out and put my hand around myself and rubbed. It only took a few more seconds and Timmy got it on his face. I didn't have nearly as much as Harrison, but there was some on his lips and some up above, near his nose, and some making a little trail toward his chin. There was even time for him to give me one more little kiss and lick me again out at the tip, just because we were friends.

Then I stood up and we kissed each other's faces and mouths, and I could see there was more stuff under his cheek, just below one eye. It gave me a funny feeling because I remembered who he had just been with. It was Andrew. I knew where every hair and every fold was on Andrew's penis and I visualized it going in and out of Timmy's mouth. I licked the stickiness around his eye and I thought I could taste Andrew in it. We hugged.

"Guys, super work." Timmy and I let go of each other. With another giggle, I picked up the black underpants that were on the floor — they were Timmy's — and handed them to him. He stood there for a minute; then he giggled too and pulled down the white underpants, which were mine, and gave them to me. And then stood there naked, waiting for the next kid. I pulled on the pants and went back to sit in the circle and watch. It felt good to know that there were four more kids, and I wouldn't have to do anything except be in the audience.

"Darcy," Brian announced.

He stood up shyly, looking at the floor, and went over to where Timmy was standing. He still had his little boxers on along with his socks and runners. I knew Timmy was happy about having Darcy with him. We all liked Darcy, with those long bangs and big brown eyes. He was cute and playful. But you had to be a bit patient with him, though, because everything was still kind of new to him.

Darcy got down on his knees all right. His face was a bit wet like all of us had been, from one of the men. I remembered it was actually Brian — Michael's dad, and the one who had been timing and reading out the lists — who had been with Darcy. Once he was on his knees, Darcy just stayed there looking at Timmy's nakedness, and at the pink thing pointing at him. He looked like he was kind of ashamed of himself because everyone was watching, which was natural. He knew very well what he needed to do, but it would just take a push to get him started.

I figured that Timmy would understand and he did. First thing, he got down on his knees, so he and Darcy were face to face. Then he clasped his arms around him. Darcy threw his little arms around him in return. Timmy gave the little kid a big tight hug. He kissed him over and over on his cheeks, and then, finally, right on his mouth. I could see Darcy responding and kissing back. He had just wanted some extra attention. They hugged again and then separated, with Timmy's hands on Darcy's little forearms.

But they were already about three minutes into the time they had, and I was starting to worry that Timmy would be too distracted to make Darcy give his attention to what he was there to do. I thought some of the others, or the men, might say something. But they didn't need to. Timmy stood up and pulled Darcy's head close. Timmy's penis went right into the little mouth and Darcy closed his eyes and sucked energetically and steadily. Once he had got started, you could see he really liked it and wasn't shy at all. Timmy had to push his head away to stop him. Darcy looked up at Timmy with big shining eyes.

"One minute, guys," Brian said.

Timmy pulled Darcy's head close again. "Like you were just doing," he said. Darcy nodded and put all his enthusiasm into his assigned work. When they got to thirty seconds, I could see all the muscles around Timmy's bottom tighten up. Darcy put his hands around Timmy and rubbed the older boy gently on his backside, one hand on each side, as if he had all the time in the world. Then he pushed inward. I was surprised that he had such a good idea of what he needed to do.

Timmy pulled out of his mouth and pointed himself at Darcy's face. Timmy was like me; he didn't have a lot yet, but there was some. I could see the arc of his semen come out of him. Since the younger kid had been looking up, he caught it on the forehead and it begin to trickle down to his nose. There were two more little squirts. Darcy was very close now and looking right at Timmy's thing, so both of those squirts ended up on his lips. I saw him make a face and lick.

"Great stuff, guys."

Darcy stood up and Timmy bent forward a bit to be on his level, and gave him another hug and kiss. Timmy carefully licked the stickiness off Darcy's forehead, and then licked down his nose, ending with a kiss on the lips. Darcy looked down shyly and then tilted his head, motioning with one hand to his right cheek. It glistened and some had also run down onto his neck. That was what Brian had squirted on him. "There, too," Darcy said, understanding what was required. Timmy licked until Darcy was clean. He pulled the white underpants up into place and came to sit down beside me, and we grinned at each other happily. Darcy, in the meantime, had to stay there in the middle, but now it was another kid who was going to be giving kisses to him.

"Cory," said Brian. I looked around at the other kids, because now we knew what the rest of the order would have to be. Harrison, because he was the first, would have to go last, and then there was only one more of us, Michael, who hadn't had a turn. We all looked round at Michael and he shrugged, knowing that he would be next, and that he would have to take Cory's penis in his mouth. Then, for the last turn, it would be Harrison, who would have to lick Michael's things.

Cory — well, I don't think I have said much about him — was about twelve, almost thirteen, with a round face, a wide smile, a bit of an overbite, and brown curly hair. He stood up and went over to Darcy and gave him a hug that was as affectionate as Timmy's had been. Darcy put his arms around Cory's neck and leaned his head against the older boy's shoulders. As he did so, Cory took hold of Darcy's little boxers and pulled them down. They landed around his ankles. Cory still had his string on, along with his socks and runners. Darcy had his socks and runners too, but except for those, he was naked. In the position he was in, I couldn't see him from the front yet, but he had a sweet little curved round bottom. Darcy's face was pressed against Cory's front, with his cheek up close to the older boy's little white cotton string, as if he wouldn't have minded at all repeating the act he had just done with Timmy. Except it was now Cory's turn to do that.

Though he was naked, Darcy was pushing so close to Cory that the audience didn't have a good view of him. So, Cory took the boy by the shoulders, held him at arm's length, and spun him around slowly, so the whole audience could see his front. It made Darcy giggle. We could all see that his little peepee was stiff and excited and in need of attention.

Cory took Darcy's hand and guided it in between the little boy's legs to his own peepee. Darcy rubbed obediently and gasped a little. He didn't really need much more rubbing.

Cory whispered to him: "You need a kiss down there?"

Darcy nodded and murmured, softly but clear enough for all of us to hear: "I do."

"You want me to?"

Darcy nodded again, looking down at his own little hand working between his legs. "Please," he said, politely.

Cory went close and gave one or two licks, right at the tip of the boy's penis. The boy got more excited and strained his muscles outward, asking for more. Cory gave some more little kisses. Going slowly, because they still had time. Though I was a little concerned that maybe Darcy didn't know his own responses as much as the rest of us did, so he might not give himself enough time.

But he wasn't shy. He wanted the feel of Cory's mouth. He put a hand on each side of the older boy's head, tugged a little on the curly hair, and pulled him closer.

"More like that?" Cory asked him.

Darcy looked down at himself again and nodded. Then Cory began kissing and licking the little penis, slowly and steadily. Darcy showed his delight with little squirms. He closed his eyes, took Cory more tightly by the hair, and pushed outward with his bottom.

There were two or three little sighs of pleasure. Cory took him in his hand, just around the base, to make him stand up straighter, and this drew a longer, deep sigh, from Darcy.

Then Cory stopped, guided Darcy's hand back to where it had been earlier, on his own little peepee, and let him do some of the work himself. The little boy was cooperative; his hand worked steadily and energetically. He gasped, enjoying his own caresses and oblivious of the audience. Some of the men were smiling; they were pleased to see how uninhibited Darcy could be once he became aroused.

"Do me again like that," Darcy suddenly announced. "Do me!"

Cory shushed him and took him in his mouth. The little boy's bottom pushed, his muscles stiffened and strained, and there was a little squeal of pleasure from him that told everyone very clearly that his orgasm had just happened. He was too young to have any cream. He stood there, very still, with his eyes wide, twirling strands of Cory's hair between his little fingers, as he looked down to where Cory continued to kiss him gently.

"Good for you. Good job, both of you." Cory stood up, and they faced each other and hugged, and I could see that Darcy wanted to do what the other kids had done and lick his partner's face, though there wasn't anything he had produced that needed to be licked. Cory smiled, realizing what the boy was thinking. He touched his own face and found that he was still wet all down one cheek from earlier. I remembered that he had been with Daniel, Harrison's dad. Darcy went up and Cory showed him where, and he licked, enthusiastically. He had already had some before from Brian, of course, but it was good for him, I guess, to get more and more familiar with how men tasted.

Darcy found his boxers and pulled them on. Cory waited for Michael to come and begin his work.

"Michael, sweetie, you're next," Brian announced. Michael of course was his son. Michael stood up slowly and crossed to stand in front of Cory. He was wearing the dark blue underpants, with his socks and sneakers. Cory with still wearing his socks and runners too, along with the little white cotton string. It was the second time that day that Michael had been paired with Cory, and I guessed that they were okay with being together again. Cory took the younger boy by the shoulders and pulled him close. Michael rested his head on Cory's bare chest, while Cory stroked his hair for a while. I was thinking about Cory being more grown-up and what that meant for Michael taking his penis in his mouth. It was kind of like with me and Harrison. And Michael was such a gentle kid, too. I hoped Cory would make it easy for him.

They kissed each other on the lips with their eyes closed. Cory had to lean forward because he was taller; Michael reached up to put his arms around him. Then he whispered something to the younger boy, who got down on his knees. Cory still had the string on; you could see that his penis was pushing against it because it was bulging so much at the front. You could also see that there was a little wet spot on the cotton from Cory's excitement. Michael rubbed him there a bit, just on the front of his string, feeling the wetness through it. Cory said something again, softly, and Michael pulled the string down and let it fall around Cory's ankles. The older boy's pink swollen organ stood out, very close now to Michael's face.

Michael closed his eyes and took Cory in his mouth, letting his penis slide in and out for a while slowly, until the older boy gasped and took hold of Michael's head. Then he whispered something again, and before I knew it, Michael was lying on his back, and Cory was straddling him, with his penis close to the younger boy's face. Cory rolled off for a minute, found a few cushions, and put them under Michael's head to raise it up higher. With the cushions under his neck, Cory could straddle him again, one leg on either side of his chest, as Michael lay flat, and Michael's mouth was close enough so Cory could easily slide his penis into the younger boy's mouth.

Cory began to move in and out on top of Michael. You could see that the younger boy was feeling awkward and uncomfortable with having to let Cory go between his lips like that, and not being able to stop him. Cory moved freely in and out for a while. Michael put his hands up to try and take hold of the penis that was filling his mouth, so he could guide it a little more. He was looking almost panicky. I was surprised that Brian didn't say anything; but, after all, we were all supposed to allow ourselves to be used in all kinds of different ways, and I guess this was just a new one for Michael, and kind of painful for him.

He struggled to get hold of Cory's penis but it was too far in him, and the older boy's pubis was too close to his face. Cory's hairless testicles rested on Michael's chin, and you could see them moving up and down there as Cory wriggled. Eventually Michael, still stuck underneath, just put his hands on Cory's hips and pushed at him to try and get him farther away. Cory stopped moving, put his hand on Michaels' tummy and then on his face, stroking his hair to try to calm him. He spoke again, quietly: "Put your hands down."

Michael's hands still pushed at Cory's naked hips. Cory's penis was still in Michael's mouth, but just the tip of it now. Michael couldn't reach it to guide it or push it out of him or into him; Cory could just move into and out of his mouth freely, as he pleased, and Michael couldn't stop him.

Brian, his dad, repeated Cory's instructions: "Michael, do as you're told. Put your hands down." Michael's hands went down and stayed beside him on the carpet, twisting there nervously. Cory slid in and out of Michael's mouth and I could see that Michael's eyes were tearing up. He tried to say something, but we couldn't make it out because Cory's penis stopped him from talking. He twisted his head. "Lie still," Cory whispered to him. "It won't be long."

"One minute," said Michael's dad.

Cory let his thing slip out of the boy; it was pink and stiff, and wet from Michael's mouth. Cory held himself firmly around the base of his penis and pointed right at Michael, who was below him. Cory's thing was not too far above Michael, just at the level of the younger boy's chest. Michael looked at it. He knew what was going to happen, and instinctively his hands went up to cover his face.

"Take your hands away," Cory told him.

It was thirty seconds now. Michael looked nervously at the swollen organ that was pointed at his face. He closed his eyes and bit his lips. I could see how Cory was pushing down on the head of his penis. With the position that Cory was in, you could see that if he had his orgasm, then because of the natural upward curve of his penis, he would squirt his cream past Michael's head and make a puddle on the floor a few feet farther away. But, from the way that Cory was pushing his organ downward, you could see that he didn't want that to happen. He wanted to make sure that all of his stuff would end up on the other boy.

Cory gave one more gasp of excitement and then he spattered Michael. It kept going and there were, I think, at least six or seven spurts. The first three, the strongest ones, went all over Michael's face, from his eyes to his chin, in a long whitish trail. Michael just laid there with his eyes closed, still biting his lips, and didn't make a sound. The next spurts from Cory caught Michael on the neck and began to trickle down toward the floor beside him. There were more; the rest of Cory's semen squirted onto Michael's chest, just in between his nipples.

"Good job, guys, very nice," said Michael's dad. Michael sat up as soon as Cory would let him. He put his fingers up to his eyes and wiped away enough wetness so he could open them. Cory's stuff was everywhere on his face, from his hair down to his neck and chin. Michael looked like he was going to cry.

Cory bent over the younger boy, took him by the forearms, and pulled him to his feet.

He gave Michael a big kiss on the mouth, and he must have tasted a lot of his own wetness on him when he did. Then he began to kiss and lick Michael's face. Michael put his hands in Cory's hair and held on tightly. He let Cory lick and nuzzle him. Cory was whispering to Michael and stroking his hair, too, I guess to comfort him. Michael was sniffling a little.

Part of it was the surprise, I guess. He hadn't expected Cory to do that with him; none of the other kids had been taken that way. In the end, it was okay; he kissed Cory four or five times on the cheek to show that he still liked him, and Cory dried his eyes and even found a kleenex to give him so he could wipe his sniffles. He put his arms around Michael's shoulders and held him close. Michael found Cory's little string on the floor and handed it to him, and Cory slipped it on, gave Michael one more kiss, and went to sit down.

"Harrison," Brian announced. He was the only one of us who hadn't done sucky yet. And Michael was the only one who still hadn't had his orgasm. He stood there in his little dark blue underpants, which he would soon have to pull down. You could see he was still a bit upset about what had happened with Cory. His hand went in front nervously and you couldn't really tell if he was thinking shyly about taking off the underpants, or just feeling himself self-consciously through them. He looked around, as Harrison stood up and came toward him. Brian, who was sitting close to us kids with his list in his hand, motioned to Michael.

"What?" the boy asked, vaguely.

His dad motioned for him to approach. Michael did, uncertainly. We all watched as Brian reached into his carrying bag. He took out a pink and realistic-looking plastic toy, curved and fleshlike and with a bulb and tip on the end like an actual penis. It wasn't really that big. But it was large enough to make Michael uncomfortable as he looked at it. His mouth opened wide. Brian held the toy out to the boy. I felt bad for him. I didn't know which was worse, Cory forcing himself into his mouth, or this toy he had to take hold of.

He looked around and saw that everyone was watching. He protested. "Dad! Why did you have to bring that? I don't need it. Nobody else had to have one. Why ME?" He was even more upset now.

Brian looked at him calmly. "I brought the paddle, too. Do I need to use it?"

Michael bit his lips and looked at the floor. "No, dad." He knew there was no help for it.

Brian held the toy out for Michael to take. "Go give it to Harrison," he said. "He'll know what to do with it."

I had a few like that in our bedroom upstairs that I was getting used to having inside me. They were all a little bit smaller, though. One of them was made to look like a penis, too, just like the one Michael held in his hand. I was really glad that Andrew hadn't decided to bring any of them down for me, for the evening.

It wasn't fair for Michael, I knew that. It wasn't fair that he had to be with the two oldest kids in the group, one after the other. It wasn't fair that they had let Cory put him on his back like that. It wasn't fair that he had to take the toy inside him. But, like Andrew sometimes said, life wasn't fair. It seemed like especially it wasn't fair for kids like us, because we had all learned that obedience was so important. It made me think about the bubbles again and the mess I had got into because of them.

Michael and Harrison stood there together for a minute, with Michael holding the pink toy and both of them looking at it. Harrison was wearing just the little black string, still, and the way it was sticking out at the front, it seemed like he wouldn't have minded taking it off. Harrison bent forward a bit and gave Michael a kiss on the cheek.

"Five minutes, guys," Michael's dad said again.

Harrison ran one hand down the younger boy's chest and tummy, made a circle, playfully, around his bellybutton, and then took hold of the waistband of the dark blue undies. He slipped them down Michael's legs, so Michael stood there naked. The idea that he would be getting something inside him didn't seem to have made him any less excited. His thingie was sticking way out, begging for attention.

Harrison took hold of Michael and circled him with his hand, just at the base of the penis. Michael wriggled in response to the handling. He still held the toy but it was in his hand, at his side. Harrison let go of Michael's penis, took him by the hand — the one he was holding the toy in — and brought it up to Michael's mouth. Michael knew what was required. He closed his eyes, held it like it was a lollipop, and began licking carefully its whole length, up and down, steadily.

Michael let him continue on his own, got down on his knees, and began licking at Michael's penis just the same way. He took the tip in his mouth and Michael gasped but didn't stop what he was doing. You could see how wet Michael was making the toy. He was licking it just the way he had licked Cory a few minutes earlier. He even kissed it a couple of times, which he didn't really need to do.

At the same time, he was getting licked down between his legs by Harrison, and he was squirming so you could see how good it must have felt. Michael was very stiff. Harrison stopped for a minute, watching Michael's closed eyes and busy mouth. Then he took the other hand and put it between Michael's own legs. The younger boy took hold of his own penis and began to tug at it. Harrison let him go for what seemed like a long time. I could see a little bead of slipperiness had formed at Michael's tip. I watched as it stood there and then suddenly dangled down from his peepee in a long silky thread. After a few seconds, another bead poked out at the tip to take its place.

Harrison put his mouth there and licked it off, then continued and took Michael deep in his mouth, letting him slide in and out, until the younger boy gave a little sigh of pleasure. The older boy stood up then and put his hands on Michael's shoulders, pushing downward. Michael opened his eyes; he didn't need to have it explained to him. He knew what was required, and immediately got down on his knees. It only took a couple of seconds. Harrison took hold of the inside part of each knee, just tapping Michael there. Michael separated his legs. Harrison did it again, to tell him to open wider, and Michael did. The younger boy still had the toy in his mouth, and had not stopped licking it. Now Harrison took it from him, and touched the boy on the back of the neck. Michael responded again, toppling forward onto his hands to make it easier for Harrison to get to his opening.

It was very quick; the head of the toy disappeared into Michael's backside in one motion. Michael said nothing, just bit his lips. Harrison stopped for a minute, pushed in and out just a bit, and then made it go in deeper. Michael gave a long "Ohhhhh…." and then said "No, no, no, no." Almost the whole length of it was inside Michael's bottom now. He began to murmur "Ow, ow, ow.."

Harrison stopped pushing and just held the toy in place. He took Michael by the forearm; the younger boy understood that he should go on his knees. His penis was still very excited and there was a string of wetness dangling down from it again.

"Stand up," Harrison said softly, and Michael did. Harrison moved around so he was in front of the younger boy. He was able to take him in his mouth and at the same time keep the toy in place, behind, sometimes pushing it in a little more, sometimes allowing it to slip outward a little. Michael had stopped saying "Ow," once he knew the toy was in him as far as Harrison was going to put it. He seemed to just concentrate on his feelings. He still whimpered a little, though, each time Harrison gave the toy a push from behind. Harrison held Michael's penis around the base, pushing in on it as he let the tip slide in and out of his mouth.

"One minute," Brian said.

Only a few seconds later, Michael gave a long gasp, and three or four bursts of wetness came out of him and disappeared into Harrison's mouth. Michael stayed very still after that, but Harrison was still letting the toy go in and out a bit from behind. I thought that Harrison would take it out of him once Michael had orgasm, but he didn't. It stayed there inside him. Harrison touched the younger boy on the shoulder again, and Michael understood the meaning, as he had earlier, even though he looked kind of dazed by this time. He went down on his knees, carefully, and then toppled forward onto his hands. Harrison didn't let the toy come out of his backside.

I heard Brian say "Thirty seconds," and I remember thinking it wasn't really fair, either, because Michael had already finished, so it should have been over. When Michael was down in that position, resting on his hands, Harrison pushed again, and this time it looked like the toy actually went a bit deeper, because Michael's eyes got wide, and he bit his lips again, and he said "Ow, ow, ow," as he had earlier. You could only see the end of the toy poking out of Michael's opening.

They stayed there for a while like that, neither of them moving, and then, Harrison carefully let the toy slide out of Michael, so you could see the whole pink length of it in Harrison's hand. Michael let out a long breath, and collapsed forward onto the carpet, drained. Harrison tugged him by the elbow, whispering "Get up, come on." Michael turned to get away from Harrison's pulling at him. He giggled a little and then stood up.

They stood facing each other and Harrison leaned forward and gave the younger boy a long kiss on the lips. Michael closed his eyes and responded affectionately, putting his arms around Harrison's shoulders. Then Harrison took the long pink toy and held it in front of Michael's face. Michael licked it, its full length, as he had at the start. I knew that he was tasting the inside of his own bottom, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Nice work, guys," Brian said. "All of you." Some of the other men clapped. All of us kids began to smile at each other. The boys went over to their dads. I went to Andrew.

He rumpled my hair. I sat down on the edge of his armchair and he put his arm around my shoulder.

The same thing was happening with the other kids. Harrison stood in front of Daniel's chair; his Dad took his hands and pulled him to him, and then kissed him on the forehead. Timmy was getting a kiss from James and having his hair rumpled. Darcy had climbed into Joe's lap — it made me think about how I had been there not that long ago — and Joe was giving him big squeezes, which made Darcy giggle. Michael had his arms around Brian's neck, and Brian was giving him gentle kisses. Everyone was saying "good job" and "good for you."

Then the dads started to collect blankets, pillows and cushions and spread them out on the floor, and they turned the lights down so it was almost dark. The kids began to snuggle under the blankets, all of us still in our underpants and strings. But the playroom was warm, and it was warm under the blankets, so it was okay, especially with the blankets. Cory and Harrison had their arms around each other, and Darcy was cozied up next to them. Timmy was on one side of me, with his arm around me, and Michael was on the other. One of the dads put some music on the sound system — not the loud kind of rap or dance music most of us kids generally liked, but soft, tinkly, kind of dreamland music, like we would listen to when we were toddlers. But somehow it was nice.

It didn't take long for the pushing and shoving and tickling to begin. The dads mostly sat in their armchairs, or on the couches, and watched, but they didn't seem to mind. It always seemed to happen around this time of the evening. Timmy poked me in the ribs and I poked him back, and then we tried to land punches on each other, and Michael joined in too, giggling. Cory and Harrison played at trying to stop us, and then they got involved in the shoving, and we pushed back at them playfully. We began to slam each other with the pillows too. Eventually all of us were rolling over together, in kind of a big heap, wrestling and laughing and giggling.

"Guys," a couple of the dads said, but they didn't really try to stop it. Eventually, we ran out of energy on our own, and just lay there in each other's arms, hugging and laughing.

I was a bit worried about Michael but he joined in and giggled and everything along with the rest of us, and it didn't seem like he even remembered what had happened before. So I guessed he would be fine.

The dads shushed us and collected the blankets and pillows that had all tumbled together. They straightened them out, and then spread all the blankets over us again so we would stay warm. Then it was kind of campfire time. It was a bit different at each of our get-togethers, but some things that we liked we did over and over again.

There were games while we were all lying there under the blankets. One of the best was Once Upon a Time, where one person has to start a story and everyone else goes around the circle and has to continue it. The kids do it and the dads too. It can go on for a long time, sometimes, but it usually gets sillier and sillier. People sometimes start going out of turn and yelling out, "Wait, wait," or "But you said …," or "That can't be !" or "Let me ! Let me ! I have an idea."

This time it was a story about a space elephant who gets into a battle with Darth Vader and a Zombie, and gets rescued by a giant budgie. It was SO silly.

Another one we liked was broken telephone. Everyone joins in that one too. Someone starts and whispers something in the ear of the person beside him, and that person whispers it to the next person, and by the time you get to the end of the circle, it's something completely different. Or we play In the Pond, or Wink Murder or silly kid games like Simon Says or I Spy. Most of those are ones that just the kids do. And most of them you can play while you're lying down under the blanket, or at least just sitting up and wrapping it around you.

After that, sometimes they turn the lights all off, or just set up one little lamp with a red cloth over it, and one of the dads tells a ghost story. It might be Sean, who really has a good imagination, or else Brian, who can make his voice deep and scary. After the story, we lie there for a while, just feeling cozy and nice.

Later, when it's almost time to go, a couple of the dads go in the kitchen and start getting snacks and stuff ready. In the winter, there's usually hot chocolate with marshmallows. This time, since it was August, they made strawberry-banana smoothies for everyone, and there were cookies too.

When the smoothies were made and the cookies were on plates, they turned the lights on in the kitchen and we all trooped in there and sat down on the kitchen chairs, around the table. All of us kids were still in our underpants. Cory and Harrison got towels to sit in, so the vinyl of the chairs wouldn't stick to their bare bums.

In the playroom, Andrew was putting away the cushions and folding up the blankets. I went back in there to watch him, holding my third sprinkles cookie. As he picked one of the blankets up, something pink fell out onto the carpet. It was Michael's toy. Andrew was about to pick it up, but I said to him, "Can I see?"

He let me go and get it. I held it in my hand. It felt funny to know it had been inside of Michael's bottom not that long ago. I smelled it and just got a faint whiff of his boy-smell. I wanted to compare it also to the ones Andrew had given me to use. Just to see how heavy it was, how long, if it was smooth or rough, if it bent at all, that kind of thing.

After I was done with it, I brought it to Brian, who was still in the kitchen with some of the other dads and kids. Michael was sitting in the kitchen chair next to him. I handed the toy to Brian. "This is Michael's," I said. "He left it in there."

"Thank you, Robby." Brian put it into his carrying bag. He looked at Michael and rumpled his hair. "But I think Michael would have been happier if we forgot it here. Wouldn't you, bud?"

Michael smiled and shrugged. "How are you feeling back there?" Brian asked him. "Are you sore at all?"

He shrugged again. "A little. It's not too bad."

"Good for you."

By the time the snacks were done, it was really getting late and it was time to leave. It was just the other dads and kids who were packing up, because of course me and Andrew were already at home. Everyone gave hugs and kisses before they left. It was just something we did. The kids hugged the dads, the dads hugged the kids and gave a kiss to each one, the kids hugged the other kids. Just the dads didn't hug each other, though sometimes they talked about dates and plans for the next meet-up.

Andrew had collected a little pile of clothes and put it on a chair next to the door. The kids had to look through it and find their own clothes from the heap and put them on. I did too, my t-shirt and shorts, even though I wasn't going anywhere.

James and Timmy were the last ones to leave. I could kind of sense that Timmy was hanging back for some reason. James was already out the door, and Andrew was outside, waving goodbye to a few of the others. Timmy came up to me, looking around to make sure James wouldn't hear him, or Andrew. I looked at him again. He was almost in tears.

I was surprised. "Hey, what's wrong? What happened?"

Timmy looked at me, sadly: "It's just … My dad says I have to go there. To that bubble place, you know. Where YOU went. I don't want to though."

"Me either."

"But he says I have to." He looked down and bit his lips. "Do you think … do you think… I mean … do you think we're gonna have to pee on each other? Like you did with that other kid?"

"I don't know," I told him. "I don't think they decide until we get there."

"I don't want to pee on you. You're my friend."

"I know. I don't want to pee on you either. But if you have to do it, then it's okay. It doesn't mean that we're not friends."

He looked up at me, uncertain. "I guess." There was nothing more we could say. We looked at each other; then he turned and ran back to James, who put his arm around him as they went off to their car.

I wasn't happy that Timmy was feeling so badly. But I couldn't help feeling kind of better about the whole thing, too, because I would have a friend there with me, after all.

To Be Continued