PZA: The Underpants Boys

Irving slowly opened his eyes, and then the memory hit him like a freight train. He sat bolt upright in bed and then dashed to the bathroom to wash his face and take care of things. Achi picked up on his mood, had gotten out of his doggie bed, and was running circles around his feet. Irving gave his pet a treat and then ran down to the kitchen where his father was making toast.

"Yes, he's here. He got in at midnight just like he said he would, and I picked him up from the airport. He's out on the porch but I think he's just enjoying the quiet, so why don't you wait until at least breakfast to pester him?"

"No, it's all right, Adam," came a voice through the window. "He can come out and join me."

Irving pushed the screen door so hard it's a wonder he didn't leave a cartoon silhouette in it as he bolted out onto the back porch.

"Uncle Boaz!" he gushed, rushing up to give him a hug. Strictly speaking, he was his great uncle, but he only ever called him 'uncle'. Uncle Boaz held him in a tight embrace before letting him go, and Irving scrambled up onto the couch next to him. He supposed he ought to be wearing more than just a T-shirt and a pair of his bright green underpants, but their backyard was private, and he wasn't the least bit embarrassed to be half-dressed in front of his favorite uncle.

"How are you? Was the flight okay? Was it too long and are you really tired? What all's going on back in Israel?"

"That's a lot of questions, my boy. The flight was fine. We left Ben Gurion Airport right on time, and my layover in New York was short. I'm lucky since I can sleep on airplanes, so I'm fine. And Israel? Oh, you know there's always something going on, but most everything is fine, and the country is doing well."

"No, I did my two terms and that was enough for me. I got some things done and now it's somebody else's turn. I am enjoying being retired. No more wars. No more politics. Just enjoying my family and my friends."

"A bit more than that, really. Seventeen days. I've been asked to give a couple of talks down in Miami, and I'm going to see some friends. But I'll have lots of time for you."

"The two wars were very short, Irving," he chuckled. "One was just six days and the other three weeks. How many stories do you think I have?"

"All right, but before I start, why don't you get that box over there and open it."

Irving saw a sealed box on a nearby chair and he went and picked it up. It was surprisingly heavy.

"Yes, just a little something I thought you'd enjoy. I had to get special permission to bring that on the plane, too, so I hope you like it."

"I know I will!" Irving said as he started to tear at the box. It was tightly sealed with tape, and eventually he had to go and get a pair of scissors from the kitchen.

"Uncle Boaz brought me something!" he informed his father as he rushed back out of the door.

"Can you at least put on some pants before you go back outside?" his mother shouted after him, but he pretended he didn't hear. With the scissors, he was able to cut open the box fairly quickly and open it. Something cylindrical was wrapped in sheets of newspaper. He tore them off and then sucked in his breath.

"It's an artillery shell that was used in the Six-Day War," Uncle Boaz told him. "Somewhere in Sinai, though it didn't explode, obviously. A friend of mine was downsizing, and I asked if I could take it for you. He was happy that it would be going to somebody who would appreciate it."

"Wow. It's… amazing!" He lifted it up and examined it. It had been cut in half lengthways, and fitted back together with a small metal hinge so you could open it and see what it looked like inside as well. It had been polished, and came with a display stand with a small plaque in Hebrew.

"This is the best present ever, Uncle Boaz!" he said, putting it down long enough to give the man a tight hug.

"As you know, I wasn't in Sinai during the Six Days War, but my friend Yariv, who I got that from, was. He told me the story of how he came to own that shell. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yeah!" Irving scrambled up onto his uncle's lap and stroked the prized shell as his uncle began to tell his tale. Achi had made his way outside as well, and hopped up on the couch as well. Uncle Boaz petted the friendly beagle as he told his tale. Just as he was finishing, Irving's father called them in for breakfast, though his mother insisted that he put on some pants before coming to sit at the table. She also refused to let him bring his new shell; he kind of got the idea she wasn't that happy about him having it, but he didn't care. He pushed some stuff from on top of his dresser and found a prominent place to display it. It was just so cool!

He chattered at his uncle all during breakfast until he was told that he needed to clear the table and do the dishes. His uncle said he was going to lie down for an hour and then go out visiting some friends.

"No, young man, you are not!" his mother insisted. "I am not going to have you riding around with an artillery shell in your backpack. I don't care if it's not dangerous, I'm not having it. If you want your friends to see it, you'll have to bring them here."

"But Mama, nothing. Next thing I'll get a call from some policeman that I have to come and pick you up because you were lugging around that thing. Sorry, I'm not changing my mind on that."

Irving looked at his father for support, but he made it clear with a glance that he was not going to cross Mama on something she felt so strongly about. He could take a picture to show them, he supposed, but that wasn't the same thing. He'd just have to wait to show the others whenever they came over next.

Once his uncle was lying down, he decided he'd find them. Everybody had planned to gather at the treehouse this morning, anyway.

Irving grabbed his bike and started riding down the street to Headquarters. Like he sometimes did when he was alone, he pretended his bike was a tank – in fact, his name for his bike was 'Merkeva' – and mimed shooting at enemies. As he rode past the Collins' house, their annoying pit bull, on way too long a line, came out and chased him, barking like an idiot. After a quick glance to make sure he was not being watched, Irving managed to get off a short blast of water to the dog's face.

A few minutes later, he pulled up to the footpath to Headquarters. He counted bikes and saw everybody but Fox was there. He went skipping down the path until he got to the magnificent treehouse that was the home base of the Underpants Boys. The other boys greeted him as he shimmied up the rope ladder and climbed onto the deck.

"Boyd's got a $100 GameStop gift card," Gavin announced. "We're telling him how to spend it!"

"I know I'm gonna get one new game," Boyd insisted. "I just don't know if I should save the rest or spend it on some used games."

"He's not going to leave 'em here, squirt," Rode cut in. "Not until he's played 'em, anyway."

"Oh, I don't mind sharing," Boyd said. "But, yeah, I wanna take at least the new one home."

"My Stepdad's mom found out my birthday was last month and she didn't buy anything. So Louis asked what I wanted and I told him. Didn't think she'd spend THAT much on me, though. I've only met her once!"

"Why are we going to GameStop?" Fox asked, as he climbed up and joined the crew.

"Somebody bring the ginger up to speed," Gavin suggested. Irving filled Fox in, since he'd had to find out the scoop, himself.

"Why don't we go to the one in the Westside Mall? That's the biggest one," Gavin suggested.

"No, that's way too far to ride. That's like on the other side of the city," Rode pointed out.

"Just because we're not going to a crime scene doesn't mean we can't take it, fearless leader," Gavin said. "We'll just land at the top of the parking garage. Nobody will see us. What's the use of having these superpowers if we don't use them for fun sometimes?"

Rode shrugged. "Makes sense, I guess. Okay, everybody strip to your underpants."

"Why do we have to all do that?" Irving asked. Not that he minded, but he didn't see the point. "Only Gavin, Jay and Cole need their powers to make the van fly. And Leon, I guess, to get it started."

"Because we're a team," Rode said. "If one of us is getting into costume, we all should."

He had led by example, and had already stepped out of his pants to reveal his bright magenta briefs that were the closest to pink a boy could find. Irving stripped down to his green pair while the other boys did the same.

"Okay," he said, "But I don't think the mall cops are going to be very happy about a bunch of boys walking around the shops in underpants."

"We're going to take our clothes, you retard," Gavin said. "And just put them back on when we get there. Right, Rode?"

"Can't hear you 'cause your mouth's full of shit," Rode said, but he pointedly bundled up his clothes and tucked them under his arm. The other boys did the same as they went to the van and removed its camouflage cover. Soon they were flying through the air. Boyd had a satellite map up on his phone.

"Land it at that parking garage next to J.C. Penny," he said. "There's an open lot at the top of it."

"Well, that was one way to beat traffic," Cole said as the van bumped down. "Took us twenty minutes, but it would have been twice that long on the roads."

"I know, I know," Gavin said as he pulled on his clothes. "If you gaze on the perfection of my body too long, you'll be unable to keep your hands off it!"

Gavin bent over and stuck his bottom out daringly. Irving jumped out of the car and quickly whisked his white underpants down in back, and gave it a loud slap.

"Owww!" Gavin said, jumping up. "That hurt, you fucker!" He then started to chase Irving around the parking lot, and would not relent until he'd grabbed him and smacked Irving's bare ass in return.

"All right, you two," Porf said as he got out of the car and pulled on his shirt. "I know nobody's up here, but we don't want some security guard coming to find out why you two are running around in your underpants. Besides, they would then want to know who's driving our van, and I don't think Rode can convince them that he's old enough."

Soon they were all dressed and presentable, and piled into the elevator. Leon insisted on pushing the button, and in a couple of minutes they were inside the mall. GameStop was about halfway down. The young adults working in the store did the obligatory 'may-I-help-you' bit, but Irving could tell they thought the boys were just there to goof off and not spend any money. Jay and Fox commandeered the demo set and started to play, while Boyd fingered his gift card and browsed the latest games, trying to narrow down his choices.

"This one's supposed to be cool," Irving said, pulling out a recent title. "It got good reviews, and it's even co-op."

"Don't buy it too soon!" Gavin said. "The others want to waste time playing over there, and as long as you're browsing, it gives 'em an excuse."

Boyd just looked at him and laughed. "Okay, I'll drag it out," he said. "But I'll still have some credit left over after this. Let me look at some of the used ones, too."

He took the game and put it on the counter, asking the guy to hold it for him while he went to the used titles. He, Rode and Gavin took their sweet time debating the merits of each game, every now and then taking one to add to his growing stack of purchases.

Porf and Irving were now playing while the others watched. It was a new medieval combat game; Irving was playing a knight on a white horse, and he thoroughly trounced Porf. At last, Boyd decided he was done. The man rang it up. He was two dollars short by the time the tax was added in, but he just covered that with cash, and soon had everything in a shopping bag. He stashed it in his backpack and went to the others.

"I'm done," he said. "Anybody else wanna go to the food court and get some ice cream?"

"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Rode said. The boys put up the game controllers and marched out. The food court was just around the corner, and they each got a frozen treat. After finishing, they started walking through the mall just looking at stuff. They were bantering with each other as they walked, when they suddenly heard a loud crashing sound and several people yelling and screaming.

"Over there, look," Fox said. "By the Kay Jewelers. Holy shit, it's Sister No-Mercy. And Lady Silence. Look, there's the rest of them!"

There was a corridor just to their left that ran to the restrooms. Cole ran in front and then suddenly threw out his hands. A patch of black darkness appeared on the ceiling ahead of him.

"Security cam up there. Don't want 'em to see us running in and then running out in costume," he explained.

There was nobody in it, and all nine of them crammed in. It was a bit tight, but they all fitted. Porf locked the door as the boys started to strip to their skivvies. Besides Boyd, Cole had also brought his backpack, and all the clothes were stuffed into them. Less than two minutes later, they were all ready to go.

Porf yanked the door open, and they dashed back down the hallway toward the jewelry store. Cole's black patch was still over the security camera.

"Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast," Rode said. Just as the others ran out into the main section of the mall, he put on a burst of speed. Before they even knew he was there, he had run up behind Sister No-Mercy and tripped her down. Jay followed up with an energy ball which left her flopping around on the floor.

"You little shits again?" The Spanker roared. He seemed to be infuriated at having to turn and fight them rather than continue to loot the store. He pulled two wooden paddles out from inside his jacket and flung them toward the boys. One homed in on Porf, while the other went right towards Jay. Trying to avoid it, Jay took to the air, but the paddle adjusted and zoomed right in on the seat of his blue briefs. Smack! Smack! Smack! it went, making Jay yelp in pain as he tried in vain to escape it.

"Wax on!" the man in the coveralls said as he smacked the floor. All of a sudden the tile under Irving's feet was as slick as ice, and he went down so hard he saw stars. He tried to get up, but he slipped again. Glancing around, he saw all the boys were down, apart from Jay and Porf, who were both being chased by spanking paddles, Gavin, who was also in the air, and Rode, who had run past before the floor had been turned into a slip n' slide. Irving saw Sister No-Mercy getting up.

Porf might have trouble hitting a nun, he thought to himself. Good thing I'm not Catholic!

He let loose with a firm blast of water, hitting her right in the face and knocking her back down. Cole had given up trying to stand, and threw a globe of darkness around The Spanker. Without him being able to see his spanking paddles, they seemed to lose focus. They sort of buzzed around the area, one even smacking the ass of some middle-aged woman rubber-necker, much to Irving's amusement.

Suddenly, he felt eyes on him. Before he could react, he found himself caught in the gaze of Lady Silence. Her piercing eyes nailed him, and he found himself limp and immobilized. But two seconds later, he felt something wrenching him in the gut, and he saw with horror that Countess Cafeteria had just pointed at him as well.

"If I knew you were going to take the fatty down, I wouldn't have wasted mine!" she bitched to Lady Silence. Lady Silence just glared at her. Rode had started to call out instructions, but she put her finger to her lips and went 'ssssssshhhhhhh!!!!!'

Rode's mouth was still moving, but no sound was coming out. It was like watching TV with the mute button on. Meanwhile, Irving's stomach started to churn. He knew what had happened to Leon the time before, and he hoped like hell he would not be facing the same fate. He couldn't even move!

Gavin had disappeared, but now he suddenly showed up, flying over the man in coveralls with a chair in his hands. He smashed it down over his head, knocking him to his knees.

The Janitor seemed dazed, and the fat woman ran over to him, trying to help him to his feet. Meanwhile, her power was working inside Irving's guts. His lower intestine felt full, and the pressure was increasing. But he could do little besides breathe and dart his eyes around in horror; was the same thing that had happened to Leon going to happen to him in front of all these people? He had to be able to stop it; he was 11 years old; he was NOT going to shit his pants in public!

Fox, meanwhile, had pushed himself to the edge of the area that the Janitor Bob had made slick, and now sat up and fired a blast of flame right next to Lady Silence.

"That was a warning!" he said, dramatically blowing on the end of his still-smoking finger.

"That wasn't!" Countess Cafeteria said as she deliberately pointed at Fox. He suddenly held his stomach and groaned. Irving felt something begin to slip out of his relaxed anus; was that going to happen to Fox as well?

Instead, Fox doubled over, and a stream of foul liquid vomit burst from his mouth. It spread in a growing circle, and Leon frantically tried to scramble on the slick floor to escape it. Fox wasn't done, but he staggered over to a garbage can, and the next eruption was contained in that.

"We gotta go, boss," Janitor Bob said as the Spanker emerged from Cole's black cloud. Gavin, Jay, Rode, and Porf were all active in the fight. Cole, Leon, and Boyd were nearly free of the slippery section of floor, so only Fox and Irving were hors de combat. The Spanker's face was red with fury and he reached for the bag he'd been putting jewelry into, but Jay threw an energy ball at him and singed his hand. He screamed in rage and frustration, but ordered the Faculty of Fear to retreat.

Irving was doing everything he could to control his bowels, but it was no use. A roundish little piece slipped out and lodged between his plump cheeks. He hoped that would be the end of it, but all that did was open the gates wide. A long, mushy turd started snaking out, tenting the back of his underpants and smearing between his cheeks. He blushed in deep shame at his total lack of control. The warm substance was filling the rear of his underpants, and the evil smell escaped and hit his nostrils. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him.

"Pull me over there, Seagull," Cole said to Gavin. "I'll degrav him and carry him."

Irving had been on his side when he'd gotten paralyzed. All he could do was breathe and focus his eyes. He watched Gavin and Cole flying toward him, both wanting to be taken away from the watching crowd and ashamed of what they were about to discover.

"Oh God, Countess Cafeteria got him, too," Cole said when he got close enough to smell the load in Irving's underpants. "What the hell are we supposed to do?"

"Oh, Madre de Dios, you two," Porf said, "Here, Black Hole, you just hold his hand and degrav him, and I'LL carry him. He marched over and picked Irving up.

"I can climb on anything, remember? This stuff doesn't work on me. Now keep up, let's move!"

Irving felt mortified. Not only had he shit his pants like a baby, now he was being carried like one. The seat of his underpants was starting to sag from the load of rapidly cooling feces. It just felt so disgusting, smeared all over his bottom.

The boys quickly escaped the mall, and Gavin made them all invisible so nobody would follow them to where the van was. They piled into the elevator, which trapped the scent of Irving's accident even more.

"How are we going to clean him up?" Fox asked. "I mean, he was the one who hosed down Leon last time."

"God, you are all a bunch of wimps," Porf said. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it. Anybody would think you've never smelled shit before."

They got out of the elevator and trotted over to the van. Porf carefully laid Irving face up on the warm concrete next to it.

"Hand me that roll of paper towels," he said. "And get me a plastic bag or two if we have one."

"Here," Boyd said, taking his recently purchased video games out and handing the bags to Porf. Rode had gotten the paper towels, and tossed the roll to him as well.

"Don't worry about this, amigo," Porf said quietly to Irving. "I've done this lots of times with my little brothers. Nothing to be ashamed about."

He lifted Irving's legs up and then eased the shitty underpants down and off. He dumped out most of the solid waste and then secured the soiled briefs inside the bags, tying them up. Then he pushed Irving's plump legs up to his chest, took the paper towels, and started to wipe him. This was just awful – Irving didn't think it was possible to feel any more like a baby than he did. Porf clearly knew what he was doing; the paper towel was going in between his crack and was even wiping his anus clean, but this was just mortifying. It had been years since Irving had needed one of his parents to wipe him, and he couldn't EVER remember being wiped in the 'diaper position', though he obviously knew it had happened. There was even shit on his balls; he could feel Porf having to wipe them off.

At last it was over. Porf moved him over slightly, so he was on a clean piece of ground. He called for Irving's pants, and somebody tossed them to him. At least the others had the decency not to stand around and watch his total humiliation, but that didn't help much. They all knew what Porf was doing.

Porf got his pants up and snapped, and then called for Cole to come help lift him into the van. They laid him out on the back seat, and then Gavin and Jay took their positions on the sides of the van, while Leon prepared to launch.

"It's shit, Superbrat. Shit. And I think the mall owes us a little something for what we just did for them. They can deal with it. Anyway, Black Hole's got us degraved. Launch and climb in."

Soon they were flying. Irving lay helpless in the back seat, reliving the shame of the past few minutes over and over in his mind. Rode poked his head over the back of the seat and spoke to him.

"Just let us know when you can move, AquaJew, okay? Based on last time, it should only be a couple more minutes, but we don't know if it always works the same."

Irving periodically tried to get his fingers to move. About five minutes later, they started to respond to his commands again. He realized he could speak, but he almost didn't want to. He just didn't want to draw attention to himself and have to deal with the others. But he knew they would be worried, so he figured he had to.

"I just…. I just wanna lie here and be quiet, okay?" He heard the others talking, but he tuned them out. He knew what they were all going to want to do when they got back to Headquarters, and he'd never felt less interested in the idea since The Incident. The idea of somebody touching him just seemed appalling – despite Porf cleaning him off, he just felt so dirty and filthy. He waited until he felt the van going down, and then he asked Rode for his shirt. He sat up and pulled it on. No sooner had the van landed than he grabbed the bag with his shamefully shitty underpants and got out.

"I gotta go home, guys," he said. "I promised I'd spend the afternoon with my uncle."

Rode started to say something, but Irving pretended he didn't hear, and just scurried off. He was tempted to toss his underpants far in the bush and just leave them there, but they were specially treated by Professor Bertrand to repel most moisture and dry quickly. He didn't think it would be right just to discard them because they needed cleaning. He got on his bike and quickly pedalled for home. He didn't even want to sit on the seat; in his mind, he still felt like he had shit on his ass, and didn't want it smeared on his pants.

He reached the safety of his house and went inside. Nobody was home, so he threw his shitty drawers in the washer, dumped a full load's worth of detergent in there, and started it up. For good measure, he dropped his pants and shirt in there as well. Achi was sniffing in interest, but he scolded him and then he went and got into the shower. It took him about fifteen minutes before he felt really clean, and that was after using up about a quarter of a bottle of liquid soap on his ass. He got out and dried, putting on a fresh pair of green briefs, and then lay down on the bed. He could he ever face his friends again? Achi got up on the bed next to him and he patted him, getting comfort from his pet's unconditional love.

He heard the door open and close. Too soon for his parents to be home; was it Rode or one of the others coming to try and make him feel better? He really didn't feel like dealing with them if it was, but he figured he'd better go see. He threw on shorts and a T-shirt and went downstairs. But instead of finding one of the boys, he saw Uncle Boaz sitting down reading a magazine.

"Oh, hello, Irving. I thought you were going to be out with your friends?" he said, putting down his reading material.

"I had lunch with my friend Nathan, but then he had to go and watch his granddaughter at a dance recital. I didn't feel like hanging around for that, so I came back here. What's wrong with you? You look very down in the mouth."

"Oh. You can tell? I just had a really shitty…" Irving paused. Not because he'd sworn, but because that description was accidentally way too accurate.

"Irving, I don't care if you say 'shit'!" Uncle Boaz laughed. "Come, sit down and tell me about it."

"Oh, I see. Something embarrassing. And it happened to you. You had an accident, perhaps? You tried a stunt on your bicycle and you fell down?"

"No, that's not it. I mean, I had an accident, but not that kind. I had an accident… in my pants."

"Ah. Okay, now I understand. Of course, you feel a bit embarrassed, that's natural enough. Was it… did you wet yourself?"

"No. Worse than that." Irving felt like he wanted to sink into the couch. His cheeks were blushing bright red in shame. What a little baby he was!

"No, it was…. all of a sudden I had a really sick feeling in my stomach. I just… and I couldn't get to the bathroom in time. God, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"Oh, you needn't worry about it, Irving. Anybody can have that sort of accident. You can't help it if something made you sick. Did your friends laugh at you, then?"

"No, no, nothing like that. I'd have died if they did. Nobody teased me, but it was just such a mess! I had to… take everything off, it was so bad."

"No, but not when I'm all… shitty. One of my friends even had to help… clean up."

"Well, then I would say you have some very good friends. Lots of boys would have teased you in a case like that. And not many would have volunteered to help clean things with you. Look, let me tell you about something that happened in my training days."

Irving was quite happy to hear one of Uncle Boaz' war stories rather than talk about how he had shit himself. He settled down to listen.

"Because I was in one of the special units, our training was more intense than the average IDF soldier. One day, we were required to stand still in the heat holding out guns. It was an endurance test and we all felt up to it, but about an hour and a half into things, a friend of mine named Levin announced that he had to piss.

'Hold it,' the Captain ordered. Well, Levin shut up, but after about twenty minutes he was squirming like crazy, and once again asked if he could go and relieve himself.

'The Arabs won't care if you need to take a piss!' the Captain shouted. 'Hold it or you can piss in your pants!'

Well, poor Levin. We stood there and watched him for another ten minutes, but he was clearly in great pain. I knew the Captain was not going to let him off the hook, but I also knew he was too proud to allow himself to piss his own pants. So, after thinking about it, I proceeded to piss in mine."

"Because Levin never would, not on his own. But the moment I did, the Captain saw me and demanded to know why I had.

"'Because I needed to piss, sir!' I shouted. Two other members of the group started to do the same thing, and finally, Levin felt able to do it as well."

"No, the Captain promoted me on the spot. 'Here is real leadership!' he said. 'Fischer saw a comrade in distress and was able to lead him to the correct action without breaking the rules. All of you need to take a lesson from him. Piss will wash out. Making a mistake and getting yourself killed will not. Never forget that the first Israeli general was accidentally shot while taking a piss because he felt the need to cover himself with a sheet, and he was mistaken for an Arab!'"

"Yes, his name was Mickey Marcus. There's even a movie about him titled Cast a Giant Shadow if you want to look it up sometime. So, Irving, if your friends did not tease you, and one of them helped clean things up, you really have no need to be embarrassed. You should be proud to have such loyal friends."

"Thank you, Uncle. Do you mind if I run back out? I forgot to say thank you to my friend who helped me."

"Now, that is something you need to do. Run along, Irving, I wasn't expecting you to be here anyway. I am quite happy to spend the afternoon reading. I will see you for supper!"

Irving went back and got his bike. Why had he been so damn silly about it all? He went zooming back down Orion Avenue. Just before he got to Headquarters, he saw Porf pulling out on his bike. He stopped, sorry he had not gotten there sooner.

"Yeah, the others left about fifteen minutes ago. Me and Rode were just talking for a bit, but he's gone to his house, too."

"Hey, I don't have to be home yet. You wanna let's go back to the treehouse and hang out for a bit?" Porf asked.

They rested their bikes against one of the trees and walked back to the treehouse.

"It's okay, we all got it," Porf said. "It was embarrassing, but it could have happened to any of us, and now you know nobody was ever going to tease you."

"I never even said thanks," Irving said, looking right at Porf as they reached the tree.

"No big deal, amigo. Nothing I don't have to do at home all the time. The twins are only just learning to wipe themselves, and Gabriel's still in diapers."

The two of them scrambled up the ladder, retrieved the hidden key and went inside.

"Yeah, that," Irving replied with a jaunty grin. "If you're still up for it, of course."

He took Porf by the hips and pressed against him. He could tell that the other boy was hard as well. His fingers found the front of Porf's shorts and unsnapped them. The zipper came down and he slid them down his friend's thighs. The purple briefs were filled with a stiff, eager cock. Irving got rid of his own shorts while Porf pulled both of their T-shirts over their heads. Reduced to nothing but their underpants, they grinned at each other.

The two of them lay down side by side, settling into the bed, and then started to stroke each other's penises through the fabric of their underwear.

"We don't have to hurry," Porf assured him. "I don't have to be home for a good while. Let's make it last, okay?"

"Jay. He said he wanted to get fucked by a big dick today. I think he said it mostly to piss off his brother, though."

The two of them laughed, and then Irving started to peel the front of Porf's briefs down.

The boys worked each other's briefs down and off until they were completely nude. Irving rolled on top of Porf, pressing their naked penises together, and he kissed him hard on the lips.

By way of answer, Porf rolled Irving off him and reversed their positions, grinding his hips against Irving's and kissing him back just as hard.

"Fuck, that's hot," Irving murmured when they came up for air. He then flipped Porf back to the bottom and repeated the performance. Porf started to leak out his slippery secretions, making their rubbing together even more pleasurable. They would kiss and grind for about fifteen seconds and then flip back and go again. After about five minutes of this, their breath was coming in fast pants, and their erections could chisel stone.

Porf gave him an extra spin so now he was not only back on the bottom, but he was face-down. Irving felt his legs being spread by Porf's knees and raised up his middle, stuffing two of the pillows under him.

"Better save one to bite on," Porf teased. Irving wrapped his arms around the third pillow and waited for the imminent invasion.

"Come at me, bro," he taunted. Porf's hands were on his plump ass cheeks, and pried them open. He felt the other boy's dude piston press against his clenched boy hole. Overcome by lust as he was, he found it hard to relax, so he took several deep breaths. Porf was pushing his member against him, making it clear that he was coming in, one way or the other. Irving took one more deep breath and then felt his whole body relax. At that moment, he unclenched enough to let the head of the uncircumcised penis slide in. Being given an inch, Porf then proceeded to take a mile, sliding his slippery organ all the way inside until he was balls-deep in Irving's asshole.

Irving felt his friend's penis withdraw most of the way and then plunge back in. He gave a grunt as it bottomed out inside him, and then held tighter to the pillow as Porf began to thrust in a persistent rhythm. There was no urgency to it; Porf didn't have an immediate need to spill his seed, and Irving was just enjoying the sensations in his bottom.

Porf fucked him for about ten minutes that way, and then rolled him on his side and fucked him some more. Then he rolled him onto his back, lifted his legs up and impaled him once again, and they went at it again for another ten minutes.

Irving scrambled into the ordered position. Normally he'd be quite offended at being called 'fat boy pig' but Porf saying it in Spanish just made him feel super sexy. He gasped as Porf shoved his cock back into his hole.

"What?" Irving giggled. That last line was beyond his limited knowledge of Spanish.

"Gonna fuck you hard," Porf clarified, and then proceeded to put the truth to that statement. It was all Irving could do to keep on his knees. The treehouse was filled with the sound of boy flesh slapping together. His erection was swinging from the hard thrusts, but he resisted the urge to touch it. He knew he'd blast off the moment he did, and he wanted to save it for now. Porf started to piston like crazy, and then he shoved himself hard against Irving's plump bottom.

"Yo acabar!" he gasped, and Irving felt his sperm filling his guts. The warm liquid spread inside him as jets of it squirted out of Porfirio's cock. The two of them held in place as his balls emptied, and then they relaxed a bit as their breathing started to return to normal.

"Te hice embarazada," Porf teased, rubbing Irving's plump belly with one hand. That actually was a word he knew.

"I'm pregnant, huh?" he laughed. "What are our parents going to say in nine months?"

Porf withdrew his penis, and Irving felt sperm leak out of his reamed anus and down his leg. Porf grabbed one of the hand towels they kept around for this sort of thing and stopped it from running onto the bed. For the second time today, Irving felt Porf wiping his bottom clean, but what a difference this time! He lay down on his back and smiled up at his friend.

"What you said," Irving laughed. He had no idea what Porf had said but it sounded hot.

Porf straddled Irving and soon made it clear exactly what his meaning was as he took hold of the other boy's achingly stiff tool and held it to his boy hole. He sank down and impaled himself on it.

Porf sat on him and started to move up and down. Irving didn't have to do a thing, the other boy kept his penis inside his hot, tight hole and worked it. After a bit, Irving started to rise up and meet his motions. His passion rose even higher, and he pushed Porf off, turning him face-down on the bed and stuffing his penis back inside him.

He held nothing back as he slammed his hips against Porf's naked brown bottom. He grabbed his thighs with both hands and pumped madly into the other boy. He could feel his lust spiking, and he threw back his head, crying out in ecstasy as he climaxed. Waves of pleasure crashed over him, making his whole body come alive with joy. When the tide of bliss started to gently recede, he eased himself out and lay next to Porf.

"We should do this more often. I mean, it's hot when everybody else around us is fucking too, but today it was nice having it be just the two of us."

"Well, I hope so, since I'm carrying your baby!" Irving laughed, rubbing his round stomach.

"Your fat boy pig?" Irving laughed again. "As long as you say it in Spanish, I don't care what you call me."

"Oh, I know. Dad was built the same way until he started to grow. I'm gonna be tall like him and my great uncle. I'm not worried."

"And I really do think you look sexy. I'm not lying about that. I love your plump, round ass."

So the boys lay naked in the bed, idly talking and exploring each other's bodies. After a while, their penises rose again, and they sucked each other off. Irving was happy to have Porf's sperm go in both ends of his body, and was only a little jealous that he couldn't reciprocate. Just for fun, he slid one of his fingers inside Porf's slippery anus and shot a blast of water up him.

"Ay!" Porf yelped, surprised. Irving gave him a teasing smile, and then they went outside on the porch. He used his water powers to give them both a good hosing off. He'd been experimenting with changing the temperature of the water he shot out; he couldn't get it scalding hot or anything, but he could have it produce at the temperature of a warm bath. The boys lay on two deck chairs in the late afternoon sun until their naked bodies were dry, and then put their clothes on. Then they walked to their bikes and rode as far as they could together until their paths parted.

"Mañana, amigo!" Porf called as he rode off. Irving pedaled home in a glow. He parked his bike and went inside. Uncle Boaz was sitting on the couch with a book, and he looked up as Irving entered the room.

"You look a lot happier than when I saw you last," he observed. "You worked it out with your friends?"

"Oh, we worked it out, all right," Irving said, trying not to laugh at his double meaning and failing.

Irving eagerly climbed onto the couch and cuddled up next to him. Uncle Boaz' stories were just the best!

These characters were created in different ways. In some cases, they are based on boys I have known. But some were built from the ground up, and Irving is certainly one of those. It started because I needed a boy with water-based powers. My first thought was that the 'blue' boy would be that one, but I had come up with the name 'Jay' for the blue boy and that more suggested air since that's a bird. But in trying to find a boy's name that meant 'green', I came across Irving, which actually means 'green water'. Of course, water can just as often look green as it can blue, and so it seemed obvious to make Irving the water powers boy. Now the name Irving is actually of Scottish-Gaelic origin, but for some reason it really makes me think of American Jews. Not sure why – there must have been a lot of characters with that name in Mad Magazine (which was staffed primarily by Jews). I looked it up and there seem to be reasons a lot of Jews use the name, but either way, I figured Irving should be a Jew. My first thought was to make him a bit of a stereotype – rather bookish with glasses and all that, but then I decided to go the other way. He's more the rough and tumble type, and very obsessed with war and weapons. He was actually born in Israel but his family has roots in both countries, and the family moved to the US when he was six. A Sabra is still a bit of a stereotype, but one less commonly used. Adam Sandler's movie You Don't Mess with the Zohan is the most obvious example that comes to mind. I did make him chubby, but it's more the fat some boys put on before puberty hits and they stretch out. Some people might not care for his rah-rah Israel attitude, but that's just the way he is. He doesn't see nuance; he just sees good guys and bad guys, and to Irving, Israel is the 'good guys'.

Chapter 05

Cole slapped the alarm by the side of his bed to make it shut up. He lay there for a minute, trying to ignore the pressure on his bladder, but eventually it forced him up. Cole didn't mind mornings, and today wasn't going to be an average day; his class had a field trip scheduled to the Kennedy Space Center. He decided he'd get dressed after breakfast as he walked out into the kitchen. His older sister Ursula was already slouched in her seat, and his mother was making coffee. Ursula turned up her nose at his attire.

"Come on, you two," their mom said. "It's too early in the morning for this sort of thing."

"Well, why can't he put on pants before coming out here? And what's with the black underwear all the time?"

"No, it's not. Ms. Pfeiffer says so and she's an art teacher, so she should know."

"Oh, God, you two, I just… I just can't this morning. I'm going to take my coffee and sit on the porch." Mrs. Smith picked up her mug and wearily left the room.

"You started it, bitching about my underpants. I don't know why you even care what I'm wearing."

"'Cause it's gross. What are you, three? And I think I figured out why you wear black briefs. To hide the skidmarks."

"Yeah, yeah you do! Poopy pants!" Sensing a good plan of attack, Ursula tried pressing the point home. Cole had a counter ready, though.

"Yeah, Gavin says he doesn't trust anything that bleeds for days and doesn't die!"

"Both of you shut up," their dad said as he walked into the room. "You sound like an old married couple."

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh!" Ursula got up, threw her napkin at Cole, and then stomped off into her room. He felt a moment of childish triumph. Then he realized he was alone at the family breakfast table and felt a little sad. He took the rest of his pop-tart and went to the back door.

"It's okay. She's gone to her room," Cole said. There was an extra chair, but he went up to his dad instead.

Cole crawled up into his father's lap and rested his head against his T-shirt. He didn't do this very often these days, but sometimes he just needed the closeness and reassurance. His dad held him and gently ran his fingers through his hair.

"I wish you two wouldn't fight so much," his father said. "We have enough stress around here as it is."

"You don't have to continue it, though. Sometimes the best way to win a fight is not to engage. Can you at least try that sometimes?"

"Oh, I'm quite okay with being a manager, but the job doesn't pay very well, and the hours aren't great. But it does come with health insurance, and it's better than sitting here at home. And if I do get it, there's no rule that says I can't keep looking for a better job."

"Thanks, son. Now, shouldn't you be getting dressed for school? I know it only takes you a few minutes to ride there, but you've only got twenty minutes before the bell."

Cole jumped up and trotted to his room. Ursula was already gone and would be waiting for the bus. Cole preferred to ride; it was only about four blocks, and that meant when school let out, his transportation was right there! No waiting around or dealing with asshole bus drivers.

He was dressed inside two minutes, and pulling his bike out of the garage. These days, when he rode, he always degraved his bike about a half – it meant he had to use a lot less energy to pedal, and he could really go fast. He wished he could just totally degrav and use momentum to just fly there, but without Gavin, he'd be visible to everybody, so that wasn't an option.

Boyd was parking his bike when he got there, and they walked in together. They went right to assembly – they had no classes today, as grades 5-8 were going on the field trip to the Kennedy Space Center. There was a scheduled launch of the new SpaceAce rocket if it went off, and even if it didn't, they were going to get to tour the place. Cole had been there once before, but that was with his family, and Ursula hadn't been into it, so that kind of put a damper on the whole day. It would be more fun doing it with his friends.

He would have rather sat in a group with all the Underpants Boys, but the kids were segregated by grades, so he had to stick with the other Fifth Graders. At least Fox and Boyd were with him. Rode, Porf, Gavin, and Irving were all in 6th and 7^th, and of course, Jay and Leon were still in Elementary School. The three boys sat together, and then Duncan Broderick came over.

Cole knew him from computer class and felt kind of sorry for him. He was autistic and didn't seem to be very good at making friends. Mostly because he'd often make weird and kind of creepy comments, but Cole didn't really mind that. Duncan was matchstick-thin with pasty white skin and glasses; a nerd right out of central casting. And the kid was a computer genius; probably the smartest kid in school when it came to interfacing with a machine. He waved to the seat next to him; letting the outcast join with his group seemed like it could be his good deed for the day.

"The odds are about sixty-eight percent based on their record of getting launches off and the current weather conditions over the cape," Duncan said. "But maybe it'll just blow up, instead. Think how much fun THAT would be to watch!"

Fox gave Cole a look as if to ask him why he'd invited this weirdo to sit next to them, but Cole just glared back. Duncan wasn't going to cause any harm.

One of the teachers got up and directed them to go and line up by the buses outside, where they'd be ticked off a list as they boarded. Cole had hoped they would be able to get with the rest of their friends, but that didn't seem to be the case. He, Fox, Boyd, and Duncan all climbed on together and found their way as far back in the bus as they could get. Cole put Duncan by the window so he'd be between him and the other two boys.

When the bus was fully loaded, it lurched into motion and headed out toward the highway. Mrs. Kilmeade sat up front, sending furious glares back at any kids who got too noisy. Duncan was in full geek mode, rattling off facts about the rocket that was supposed to launch today and its payload. Some of it was interesting, but the kid was rather obsessed about it, and went into far too much detail. Cole just nodded and every now and then made a comment, but he mostly tuned it out. At least it gave Duncan something to do and kept him happy. And Cole did actually learn a few facts: prior to the start of the trip, all he'd known was that it was being launched by the leading private rocket company SpaceAce on their rocket named the Sword. He didn't know that it was a new upgrade, nor that the payload was a military secret.

It took about an hour to get to Cape Canaveral. Cole shook his head when he thought about the fact that the Underpants Boys could have gotten there in half the time with their flying van.

They all piled out, and the teachers were working overtime to herd them into their groups. "Stay together, stay together!" was the constant refrain. "Stay in your groups!"

Cole's group was being led toward the building that housed the retired Space Shuttle Atlantis. That seemed kind of cool to him, though now Duncan was giving him a detailed history of the Atlantis that he really didn't need. They spent a good half an hour walking through the shuttle, and it really was kind of neat being in something that had actually been to space. As they came out, Cole heard a sudden whisper in his ear.

Cole's eyebrows raised as he recognized Gavin's voice and he looked for the closest restroom. Having found it, he went inside and closed himself into a stall. Gavin appeared right next to him.

"Oh, my group is watching a movie but I saw it last year when my mom and dad brought us so I don't need to see it again. But you wanna do a 'backstage' tour?

"Of course!" I couldn't get any of the others to come, but with you along we can degrav and fly and go all over the place! You think Fox and Boyd will want to do it?"

"Probably. Boyd, anyway. I'll have to ditch Duncan, but I can link back up with him later."

"He kind of attached himself to me, but he needs a friend for the day and I felt like being nice. I'll wait in here and you go see if Fox and Boyd want to come."

"Fox says he wants to stay with the tour," Gavin told him as he made himself visible again. They're going to the gift shop next, and he wants to buy something."

The three boys went into stalls and stripped down to their underpants. After stuffing their clothes into Boyd's backpack, they held hands, and Gavin made them disappear. They walked out of the Space Shuttle building avoiding bumping into people, and as soon as they got outside, Cole degraved them, and Gavin lifted them up above the ground.

"Forget about all this tourist crap," Gavin said. "Let's go see the rocket up close!"

The launchpad was actually about seven miles away from the visitors' center, but with Gavin flying them, they got there in about ten minutes. Gavin flew them in a circle around the big rocket; up close it looked massive. They even got close enough to touch it, and each of them ran their fingers over the metal skin. The countdown clock was ticking down; the launch window was opening within the hour.

When at last they had their fill of it, Gavin started to fly them back. Just past the launchpad were a few swampy ponds, and Cole was looking down when he noticed something. Was that two men in the trees, there?

"Well, okay, but we can't be too long or we're going to get busted," Gavin pointed out.

Gavin saw the men in question, and he brought them down silently to earth about twenty feet away. The pair were making obvious efforts not to be seen, and had only been spotted by Cole because he'd been flying above them at such a low hight.

"For the twentieth time, Yes!" the other man said. "My tractor beam powers work up to half a mile away, and we're only a quarter mile from the center launch pad."

"And I keep telling you I don't have to stop it. I just have to pull it over. Once it starts to topple, it'll be easier. I'll pull it down, then we'll get out of here and collect our money. Easy-peasy."

"I just don't like this job and I haven't from the start. Fucking around with rockets is way too likely to bring the whole US government down on us if they find out."

"How are they going to find out? As soon as it's done, you'll use your camouflage powers to get us back to our car. They'll be thinking is was some screw-up with the new rocket design; especially at first."

"I guess I'm also not too crazy about the idea of being that close to an exploding rocket."

"It won't explode. At a certain point, the engines will shut off. Obviously, there's going to be some damage to the launch site, but that's part of what our clients want."

"And who'll miss a few rocket-fried ground crew?" the other man said sarcastically.

"Accidents happen. I'm okay with the risk for the five million we've been promised. Now settle down and stop pissing your pants about it."

Cole felt Gavin tugging at him and he degraved the trio again. Soon they were back in the air.

"Holy fuck!" Gavin said when they were far enough away not to be heard. "Those guys are going to destroy the rocket!"

"The rocket is going to launch in less than half an hour," Cole said. "Gavin, wait. I have an idea. Take us back by the rocket."

"I thought about just trying to tell somebody, but nobody would believe us 'cause we're boys. So we can't stop the launch that way. And it would be better if we just got those guys and let it launch. But just in case we don't have time, I have a plan 'B'. You guys take me to the tower by the rocket. I saw a tarp lying next to where they were fueling it. I'll hide under that. You two fly back and get the rest. If you get back in time to stop 'em, then you can come get me. But if you don't have time, just before the launch, I'll come out and wave my arms. They'll stop it then because they won't know what it's all about, and they won't want to take a risk."

"There's a lot that can go wrong with that," Gavin said. "What if they launch anyway?"

"Rode is going to kill me for agreeing with this," Gavin said as they reached the launch tower. Sure enough, there was a large black tarp that Cole was able to crawl under.

"Stay in touch over the radio," Boyd reminded him. Cole touched his headset and turned it on. He realized he didn't have a way to tell the time, but as long as the other boys were in touch with him, he'd know how long before launch. He also lifted the edge of the tarp slightly and saw a large digital display that announced how long before liftoff. It was less than twenty minutes, but he knew the countdown sometimes paused at certain stages. Fingers crossed.

"We're back at the visitor center," Boyd told him a few minutes later. Now we just have to find the others."

"Look on the map for the Astronaut Memorial," Cole told him. "I think that's where they said the best view was going to be."

More time ticked down. The countdown clock continued its backwards count, pausing at ten minutes.

"Okay, we've found them," Boyd said in a whisper. "Gavin is explaining it to Rode now, but we have to stay invisible because we're in our underpants."

"Holy fuck, what?" Cole heard Rode say through Gavin's mic. "Is he fucking crazy?"

"We're going to a restroom to get everybody changed," Boyd informed him. "Give us a couple of minutes."

"I'm fine, Pink Streak," he said. "Nobody can see me. Hurry up and get there to stop these guys. Can't you run here really quick?"

"I can't because I don't know where the hell they are. And Seagull can't lift us all without you there to degrav. He's flying Slippery Dick and Aqua Jew as fast as he can. I've got Battery Boy on my back, but I can't run full out with a passenger."

Cole looked at the clock. It was less than five minutes now and the numbers continued to decline. Were they going to make it?

"Seagull, where are you guys?" Rode asked a couple of minutes later. "Battery Boy is lost."

"I'm sorry, it's just so much harder when you're on the ground! I know I could find it if I was flying," Boyd said with a whine.

"I'm trying, Fearless Leader, I'm trying. But these two are a lot heavier than Battery Boy, and I can only go so fast."

"We're running out of time!" Rode said. "Drop one of them if that'll make you go faster."

"I don't mean drop-drop. I mean put you on the ground. And not you, anyway, since the bad guys are by a lake, we're probably going to need your power more than Slippery Dick's."

"He's right, Seagull," Porf said. "Put me down right about there under those trees. I'll hide out until somebody can come get me."

"Okay, that's lightened the load," Gavin said a few seconds later. "Rode, where are you? I'll direct you. We're close now."

Back on the launch tower, Cole heard a hissing sound. The rocket was being topped off with fuel, and a smoky fog was surrounding him. He hadn't thought about that; he'd seen launches on TV, and they always did this. How could anybody see him in this fog? At least he could hear the countdown over the PA system. They hit one minute and he got out from under the tarp. This was too close, he'd have to wave and get somebody's attention.

And then he felt something and it made his skin crawl. It took a moment but he realized what it must be; the bad guy's tractor beam power.

'Can I only sense it because of my gravity power?' he wondered. It seemed like that might be the case. And he was still surrounded by fog; he didn't think he'd be able to stop the launch. Unless….

The idea was crazy, but Cole went with it. Instead of pushing away from the rocket, he went toward it.

He turned on his magnet powers and his hands attached to the rocket. He started to shimmy around it, getting him out of the fog so he'd be visible. Certainly, they'd stop the launch if they saw a boy in his underpants holding on to the rocket!

Cole felt the force of the tractor beam on the rocket. It was like he could see it. It was like an invisible hook; nobody would know until the force of the launch started pushing up and then it would be as if a chain was holding the nose. The rocket would go up and sideways at the same time. He looked down and saw some of the ground crew. How many of them would be killed by this? Closing his eyes in focus, he poured his gravity power into the rocket. He'd never tried it on something this large before; would it work? Ignoring the last few numbers being counted out, he concentrated and it was if he could sense the tractor beam slipping.

Cole felt the rocket roar to life and vibrate under his body. He had totally magnetized himself, and he hugged the rocket with his arms and legs. The metal was hot from baking in the Florida sun and was burning his bare chest, stomach, and thighs. He could feel the tractor beam working, trying to hold the rocket. He pulled more and more of his power, degraving the whole rocket and letting it free.

The tractor beam seemed to pop, but then even as the rocket rose up, he sensed it trying to reattach. Again he fought it as the powerful rocket soared skyward off of the Earth. Cole opened his eyes. The ground was falling away underneath him, and the rocket thrummed on his crotch. For a moment it felt like he had the world's mightiest penis.

"Fuck yeah!" he yelled in triumph as the tractor beam fell away for the final time.

"Jesus Christ, Black Hole, where are you?" Rode shouted. Cole could hardly hear him over the roar of the engines.

Seemed like a good plan to Cole. He didn't want to get up too high where the air was too thin, and the rocket was only getting faster. Hoping it wouldn't throw the rocket off-course, he gave himself a gravity boost and pushed off. There was a split-second of raw heat as he suddenly realized he might get caught in the fiery mass at the base of the rocket, but he just cleared it, and only felt a mere moment of scorching heat. The rocket rose on without him, and he was free-falling. He degraved himself and started to float.

"Seagull, come get me," he said. "Somebody's going to come looking for me, otherwise."

"I see the fuckers," Gavin said. "Pink Streak just cut through that stand of bush. I'm about to drop AquaJew, then I'm going up for Black Hole."

"Battery Boy, give them a burst of bright light in their faces the moment we see then," Rode said. "That'll blind them. AquaJew, see if you can blast them with water. I'll run over and clobber them, too."

"I'm not far behind you guys," Porf was saying. "I'm following your signal on the tracker."

"Don't get caught," Rode advised him. "A kid running across the road in purple underwear is going to attract attention."

Cole had turned his gravity on to about ten percent, so he was slowly falling. He didn't want to be stationary in case he'd been spotted. The rocket had carried him east and north, so he was over the ocean, but not far from the shore.

There was about thirty seconds of noise and cross-talk. Cole had no way of telling what was going on.

"The little one is down," he heard Irving say. "Slippery Dick, the big one is coming your way."

"Make sure you don't let the little one up," Gavin said. "He has some sort of camouflage powers! Black Hole, I see you. I'll be there in about two minutes."

Cole turned his gravity back to zero and amused himself by turning somersaults in the air.

Cole saw Gavin appear before him, and he grabbed hold. Then they were both invisible and flying back to the others.

"Seagull, bring Black Hole to us. We're going to make these guys invisible and then dump them right in the middle of the crew on the launchpad. Best we can do. Battery Boy is writing a note to attach to them saying what they were trying to do."

As they approached the pond, Cole saw Irving had trussed the little one up and had stuffed his mouth full of leaves. Cole grabbed the baddie and degraved him, while Irving and Boyd climbed on. It was a short hop to where Rode and Porf were waiting with the other guy, who was also tied but still knocked out.

It was an unwieldy group, especially since the smaller man was struggling in his bonds, but they flew back over the launch pad. There was a group of men celebrating the successful launch, and they silently moved right next to them. Hovering about ten feet off the ground, they released the two villains and let them drop painfully to the ground.

"Don't let them go!" Rode shouted to the startled group. "They tried to sabotage your rocket and get you all killed! Read the note, it's all there!"

Gavin flew away as fast as he could. They didn't want to get caught up in anything more.

"We've been away longer," Gavin admitted. "We'll just have to say we wandered off to watch the movie again or something."

"Seagull, put us down there by those trees. Let's get dressed right here so we don't have to all come out of a bathroom."

"I'm gonna start using up my power with my clothes on," Gavin warned. "Black Hole, too."

"I'm fully charged," Boyd said. "I can boost you back up if you start getting low."

"I hate to tell you, but I'm as horny as fuck," Irving said, his obvious erection tenting out his green underpants.

"We all are," Rode said. His penis was straining against his bright pink briefs. "But we can't do anything about it until later."

"You're going to have a harder time hiding that thing than the rest of us," Cole said. "Better keep your backpack in front of it!"

As soon as the boys were all dressed, they were flying through the air again. Boyd gave Gavin and Cole a boost of energy for the last leg, and then they landed behind the Saturn V in the rocket garden.

"Okay, visibility on," Gavin said as they all broke apart. Nobody seemed to notice their sudden appearance.

"You guys go and find your group," Rode said to Boyd and Cole. "Gavin, stick with us this time."

"We were supposed to have lunch after the launch," Boyd said. "And then I think the Mission to Mars ride."

They looked at the restaurant and saw some of their classmates still there eating. Mrs. Kilmeade spotted them and angrily waved them over.

"Where have you two been?" she demanded. "Here are your lunch vouchers. Hurry up and get something to eat, or else you'll just have to go hungry!"

"We're sorry," Boyd said in the meekest voice he could manage. "We went to the wrong building and got lost."

"That's why you're supposed to stay with the group! Now hurry and don't wander off again!" They each grabbed a pre-made burger and soda and went to sit. Cole spotted Duncan sitting by himself, and sat down next to him.

"Me? I thought you guys ditched me? Your ginger friend is looking for you, too."

"This would'a never happened if they let us have cell phones at school," Cole said as he started to wolf down his burger. He and Boyd scarfed them down in less than three minutes, and then went with Duncan to find Fox. He was sitting in front of the building with the Mars ride, and his face lit up when he saw them coming.

"Sorry, we got lost. But here we are now. Let's stick together for the rest of the day," Cole said.

"I felt like I was right next to it when it went off," Cole replied with a straight face. He could see Boyd chewing his lip up trying not to laugh.

For the rest of the field trip, Duncan didn't move from Cole's side, apparently worried that he'd vanish again. Cole didn't mind; it helped distract him from the fact that he badly wanted to fuck somebody. He even caught himself wondering what it would be like to fuck Duncan.

At some point, Boyd was able to get Fox far enough away to give him the rundown on what had happened, but obviously they couldn't talk much about it. At 3:00, they assembled back in the parking lot and boarded their bus. There was a long line of cars leaving the parking lot, and it was taking a while. Eventually, a security man came and entered the bus.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," he said to Mrs. Kilmeade. "Are all of your students on board? Anybody else?"

"No, just myself and the driver. We've checked off all the students as we boarded. Is something wrong?"

"Just a security check, ma'am," he assured her. "Sometimes we have these random drills."

Cole listened to Duncan prattling on for the ride home. He was talking about their latest assignment in computer class now, and how he'd already done it but was going well beyond what the teacher had asked for in order to score extra credit. And he offered to help Cole as well if he wanted. Cole debated if it would be worth putting up with Duncan to get the higher score, and told the other boy he'd promise to think about it.

As soon as they got back to their school, they all headed for their bikes and raced for headquarters. School was now out, so Jay and Leon would already be there.

They all parked their bikes and scrambled up to the tree house. The two little boys were busy playing on the Xbox, and they looked up as the others piled in.

"I'm not even going to pretend to wait," Rode said as he started tearing off his clothes. "I need to fuck somebody right now!"

"Well, I'm ready," Gavin said as he dropped his pants. "I claim the bottom bunk for us!"

"Porf and I got the floor mat," Cole added. He hadn't even talked about who he would pair up with, but the idea of getting frisky with the Hispanic boy really sent the blood rushing south right about then. Porf smiled in agreement, so he knew there would be no objection.

"Jeez guys," Jay said as he and Leon looked up in amazement. "What's got you all so horny?"

"I'll explain, guys," Fox volunteered. "They can't help it. Anyway, we'll just enjoy the show until we decide to join in."

Porf had stripped to his purple briefs, and came and stood in front of Cole. His erection was pressing against the cotton fabric, and Cole tingled in anticipation. Porf took him by the sides and pulled their bodies together, mashing their two boycocks against each other. They each reached for the other one's underpants, and Cole felt Porf tugging his black briefs down, freeing his aching boner. As soon as their underpants were on the floor, they stepped out of them, and Porf pulled him down on the mat. He had started to secrete his body's super lubricant, and their naked skin slipped against each other.

They started grinding their cocks hard against each other's crotches, rutting as they flipped back and forth from top to bottom. Porf would be on top for thirty seconds and then they would roll and Cole'd be on top, pressing firmly down on him. Cole slid his erection between Porf's smooth thighs and pumped up and down.

Cole had never used his powers as much as he had today, and his need for sexual release was at the breaking point. He wondered if he should hold back, but he sensed that he'd be able to go several times, so he let go, pistoning his hips until he grunted and arched his back. His eyes were screwed tightly closed, and his cocklet surged with the rush of a very powerful orgasm. Porf let him finish, and then quickly rolled him back onto the bottom. Cole looked up at him, his blue eyes locked onto Porf's black ones.

There was no need for lubrication; Porf's whole body was lubricated. He spread Cole's legs apart and lifted his bottom up. Cole felt his friend's uncircumcised penis press against his boy hole, and he was anxious to have it inside him.

Porf shoved himself forward and slid in with a grunt. Cole felt a surge of pleasure in his anus as it was forced open by the other boy's thrusting penis.

"You're about to get a whole lot more of it," Porf warned as he started to pump in and out. Cole wrapped his legs around Porf and lay back to enjoy the ride. His need for sex had been almost painful in its intensity, and it was a relief to finally get what he wanted. He turned his head and saw that Fox, Leon, and Jay were all stripped to their underpants. Apparently, Fox had brought the other two up to date, and they were now rubbing their little dicks through their briefs as they watched their teammates act out their primal desires. Cole smiled at Jay, who blushed a little bit to be caught looking.

"Not going to be done until I blow my load up your ass, amigo," Porf said as he continued thrusting. "And I'm having too much fun to make it quick."

Porf pumped him on his back for about five minutes, and then flipped him over and took him from behind. Cole liked the feeling of the weight on him, and since his whole body was now slick with Porf's super lube, his dick was sliding up and down on the vinyl surface of the mat. Between that and the penis lodged in his boy hole, he felt his heart start to race, and then he was heading for his third 'blast-off' for the day. His second orgasm was even better than the first, if only because he was not rushed and could enjoy the build-up and release of it. Porf sensed him cumming, and pumped faster before crying out and launching his boy seed into Cole's inner space. Porf held him tightly as they moaned and panted in satisfaction.

Cole looked across. Fox had the two little boys' briefs off, and was sucking one and then the other. His own pale bottom was sticking up invitingly. Cole rolled over and gave it a good, sharp spank.

"My turn to have Jay, now," he said, as Fox lifted his mouth off of the smaller boy's wet penis. Fox spun around and slapped Cole's naked ass hard twice in retaliation.

"More fun this way!" Cole laughed. Fox now had a red handprint on his white bottom cheek, though Cole was sure he had two of the same. Jay eagerly scooted over and got onto the mat on his hands and knees. Porf used his hand to collect some of the lube off his own body, and applied it to Jay's crack and hole. Then he took hold of Cole's erect penis and aimed it at Jay's puckered little anus. Knowing Jay wouldn't be as keyed up as the rest of them, Cole was very gentle, but it didn't take long for him to slip it in.

He started to pump Jay like a puppy dog. Porf slid underneath them and started to suck Jay's little member, and then sometimes he would move down and suck on Cole's scrotum.

Jay was taking it like a little champion, pushing back against Cole's thrusts and keeping his legs spread. No doubt Porf's efforts were helping making him happy. Cole didn't usually go for three orgasms, but the long time he had had to hold back had made his desires that much more insatiable. And it didn't seem to be just him; looking around he saw that Rode and Gavin had each fucked each other to orgasm once, and now Rode was plowing Gavin for a second time. Irving and Boyd hadn't stopped going at it; the plump boy was now on top, and apparently rutting between Boyd's legs.

Jay cried out and his body stiffened. Cole knew he was cumming, so he just held him and let him do it. When Jay was done, he resumed thrusting and felt the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm. He let it happen, and soon the waves of ecstasy came and washed over him again.

At last he felt satisfied. He lay down with Jay and Porf on either side. Even then, they enjoyed playing with each other's penises. Seeing that the others weren't done, he leaned over and put Jay's dick in his mouth. Jay happily spread his legs and let him have full access to his boyhood. He lazily sucked on it, licking the shaft up and down and running his tongue around the hard little head. While he did this, Porf was massaging his back and buttocks. Jay purred in delight until he started to make breathless little cries. Cole increased the intensity of his sucking, and then Jay came again.

They really were totally spent now. He felt where Porf's sperm had leaked out of his butthole, and realized he wanted a swim to clean off. All the other boys were done, so they lazily made their way down to the sparkling pond. Cole just pitched himself off the porch while holding Jay, and the two of them just floated right down into the water. The boys splashed and played, just as free of stress and worry as they were of their clothes.

About three-quarters of an hour later, they went back up into the tree house before getting dressed and drifting off singly or in pairs. As Cole pedaled his bike home, he could still feel the sensation of Porf's cock in his boy hole, and he smiled in pleasure.

Three days later, Cole noticed he had an email from an address he didn't know. At first, he thought it was spam, and he was about to delete it when he read the short message.

With some misgivings, Cole clicked on the link. It went to a blog of a person who seemed to follow the space and rocket industry very closely.

Rumors continue to swirl about last Tuesday's launch. Nobody associated with either NASA, the KSC, the Air Force or SpaceAce will address questions either on or off the record. Leaked footage from the camera aimed at the east side of the rocket shows a figure glued to the rocket as it launched. After being enhanced, it clearly shows a small human figure in a black swimsuit stuck to the side of the rocket. Why this was done has not been explained; most speculate that it was a similar PR stunt to the 'Rocket Man' who was launched on the Tesla Roadster last year, but as there has been no comment, whatever was intended to happen clearly didn't come off the way it was supposed to.

A smaller group insist it was an attempt at sabotage. Off the record, a 'friend of a friend' has told me that they are investigating the possibility that somebody tried to destroy the rocket. This source further informed me that both competing rocket companies and hostile foreign governments are being investigated. This sounds like conspiracy theory BS to me. The simplest explanation is usually right – this was almost certainly a PR move that didn't come off, and thus was never publicized. Perhaps we'll learn the truth if they try it on the next launch and it works.

Cole closed his laptop. Why would somebody send that to him? Just because he'd been at the Cape to watch the launch? And who sent him to him, anyway? Should he respond? No, he decided. Let whoever sent it think he deleted it as spam. Nobody would ever be able to tell that was him on the rocket, anyway, he told himself, so no need to be paranoid. He left his room and went to watch TV with his dad.

Cole/Black Hole takes front and center in this episode. Cole is another spelling for coal, which of course is black, and Smith is just short for blacksmith. The decision for him to be Rode and Leon's cousin was simply because I felt it was likely that with a group this large, somebody would have a boy cousin. Just in case it's not clear, his mother is the sister of Rode and Leon's father. His powers come from a few places: the gravity powers were inspired by the Marvel Comics boy superhero Alex Power, but I also threw in the darkness powers of Shadow Lass (from DC's Legion of Super-Heroes) and some of Magneto's powers as well. As for the rest of him, I figured there had to be some sibling rivalry among the group, so I gave him a slightly older sister who he doesn't get along with. His parents are also economically stressed, which is unfortunately common enough among the middle class these days.

The Underpants Boys live in the fictional 'Orange City', which is located a bit south of Orlando, FL. The KSC is just east of that area, so it made sense to have an episode take place there. Plus, boys and rockets, such a natural fit. I also don't want the Underpants Boys to be totally cliqueish, so I decided to introduce the occasional supporting character like Duncan Broderick, who showed up in this episode. The focus will continue to be the nine of them, though; that's plenty enough to keep track of.

There's an Easter Egg hidden in the chapter, but don't worry if you didn't spot it. I'll tell you about it eventually.

Chapter 06

The summer sun was shining down as Boyd set out to explore his new neighborhood. He got his bike from inside the garage where he'd placed it the night before, and pedaled down the driveway. It was a bit too small, the bike, and it was white, but it was all he had, and he counted himself lucky to have it. Some years he got nothing on his birthday from his father, but two years ago this had suddenly shown up in a massive shipping crate from Amazon.com. His father must have been having a good year; not only did he get the bike, but he even got a phone call to wish him a happy birthday. The last two years he'd gotten neither gift nor call, though his mother said he had moved from California up to Alaska looking for work. Boyd really never expected anything from the man; at least he didn't make promises he didn't keep. Most of the time he just never bothered.

As he started to ride down the sidewalk, he looked around. This was certainly a nicer neighborhood than his family had lived in for a while. When mom had announced last week that they were moving in with Louis, Boyd had been surprised. Mom liked her independence and being the one who could kick somebody out if she wanted. Boyd had heard some of the calls she'd been getting, though, and had seen the stacks of bills thrown in the garbage unopened. Mom must have been pretty desperate. She'd been dating Louis on and off for nearly four months. Louis really didn't seem like Mom's 'type': he was tall, thin and kind of goofy-looking. Mom had only introduced him to Boyd and his little brother Paul a few weeks ago. Boyd hadn't made much of an effort to get to know him; Mom went through men like paper towels, and there was no point getting attached. He had no idea that they would shortly be moving in with the man.

Boyd's impression of Louis was still forming. Clearly, he was nice. Boyd and Paul had been put into a room together, but Louis told him that if he ever had any friends come over for a sleepover, they could have the guest room. Not that there was much chance of this; they moved around too much for Boyd to have any friends close enough to want to come and sleep over. He was just glad that this move had happened just at the end of the school year, and they didn't have to change schools. If they were still here at the end of the summer, he supposed that he'd be going to a new school, but that would likely be an improvement. The last school he'd been in had been pretty rough.

They'd moved in on Tuesday; it didn't take long for Boyd to unpack his and Paul's couple of boxes of possessions and put them away in his new room. Louis and Mom had both gone off to work, and Paul was at his new daycare, so Boyd had the day to himself. He was a little pleased that Louis had said he was old enough to stay home by himself and that the man trusted him in his house, but he felt the desire to explore. There were not a lot of places near their old apartment where it was really safe to ride his bike, so he was going to get some use out of it.

He spent about an hour riding around. The Florida summer was a bit hot, but he didn't have to work hard and he wasn't in any hurry. He had some snacks and a thermos in his backpack for whenever he needed a break.

He saw a sign that said 'Dead End', and decided he'd go up that way to see if he could find somewhere to eat. It looked like an undeveloped section of the suburb, as the lots were vacant and a bit unkempt.

At the end of the paved road, there was a painted bench surrounded by sunflowers in bloom, hopefully waiting for the day that houses would spring up and it would be put to use. Boyd decided to indulge it, so he rode through the field of sunflowers, enjoying the sun on his face, and then rested his bike on one end of the bench and sat down, unzipping his backpack. As he opened his sandwich, he heard the sound of children's voices, and he looked around.

On the vacant lot just behind him, a troupe of boys was kicking a soccer ball around. Boyd counted eight of them, four on each team, and they were eagerly trying to kick the ball into makeshift goals set up on either side of the lot. They had accessed the lot from the other side, as Boyd could see a pack of bicycles there. He also noticed a very large house backing up to the lot, located in an adjoining subdivision, though apparently a more upscale one based on the look of things. That house was what his mother would have derisively called a 'McMansion'.

Boyd's eyes went back to the soccer-playing boys. They seemed to be around his age; some a bit older and some a bit younger, but no-one more than three years either way, he estimated.

Suddenly his heart hurt and his sandwich tasted dry in his mouth. Why couldn't he be part of a group like that? The boys were calling encouragement to each other, and good-naturedly teasing those on the opposite teams. There was such an easy familiarity between them, a sense of belonging that Boyd had never experienced. His eyes got a bit teary, and he turned away, choking down the bit of sandwich that was in his throat and chasing it with some lemonade.

What was the point of feeling sorry for himself? For now, at least, he and Paul had somewhere nice to stay. Louis didn't look like the type to hit him or Mom, unlike the former boyfriend Boyd only ever thought of as Asshole #2. Maybe Mom would actually settle down this time and marry Louis. If they stayed in one place long enough, he might actually be able to make a friend or two.

With his bout of melancholy past, he resumed watching the other boys. There were clearly two 'captains': one a tall boy with jet-black hair, and the other obviously Hispanic with light brown skin. Boyd was not surprised to note that the Hispanic boy seemed to be the best player on the field, but the other team's goalie, a boy with fiery red hair, was doing a good job of keeping the balls from passing between the two concrete blocks they had set there for a goal.

The Hispanic kid had just tried for a goal, but the redhead had stopped it, picking the ball up to throw it back into play. It bounced off the tall kid's head, and two other boys charged toward it. Boyd watched as they collided, legs flying as they each tried to kick the ball, and then they both went down. One of them, a plump boy with a crew cut, grabbed his ankle in pain, and Boyd could hear him shouting 'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!'

"It's not broken," the tall boy said as he came over. "Let me have a look, okay?"

The boy named Irving moved his hand and put it in his mouth, biting down on it. The tall boy ran his hands over the injured ankle.

"It'll be badly bruised," he said, "But for sure it's not broken or anything like that. Does anybody have any ice?"

"I got one of those ice pack thingies to keep food cool in my lunch," a brown-haired boy said. "Want me to get it?"

"Better than nothing," the tall boy said. As soon as it was brought to him, he pressed it against the injured boy's ankle. "Can you hop over to the side?" he asked.

"Wasn't your fault, Cole. We were both going for the ball. Just an accident. Hurts like a bitch, though."

The tall boy and the Hispanic boy helped him to his feet, and he hopped over to where the bikes were and sat down. "So what do we do now?" the tall one said.

"Well, we're leading," the Hispanic boy said. "You take Jay from us so you have the two smaller ones and Cole, me and Gavin will take you on."

"No, hey guys, wait." This was the other team's goalie, a gangly kid with brown hair who was even taller than the black-haired one. "Yo! You over there! You wanna play?"

Boyd was surprised as the other boy shouted in his direction. He looked around behind him to see who he was talking to.

"Yes, you! Who else? And don't worry if you suck, you can't suck worse than Irving!"

Boyd got up from the bench with his backpack slung over his shoulder. All the other boys were looking at him now and he felt embarrassed. Did they think he had been staring at them? But they all had smiles and seemed friendly enough. The boy who had hailed him trotted over with his hand out.

"Okay, this here is Porfirio but we just call him Porf," Gavin said, pointing to the Hispanic boy. "He's the reason we're kicking the other team's asses. This shrimp is Jay; he's my little brother. The fat one you're replacing is Irving."

"Don't worry about the names of those four over there. Just think of them as the enemy we are going to destroy."

"Gavin, you are such an asshole," the big boy on the other team said, shaking his head.

"Um…" Boyd stammered. "I'm… ah… really not very good. I mean, I've kicked a soccer ball around, but I've never actually played in a game."

"This isn't really a game," Gavin assured him. "We're just having fun. Here, you stick near me and help me play defense. Porf is really the only one of us who's any good, anyhow. Without him, we wouldn't have a single point!"

"We don't get hung up on rules or anything," the boy named Porfirio assured Boyd. "All you have to do is if the ball comes your way, kick it back over that way!"

"I can do that," Boyd said with a grin. He still felt somewhat uptight about all this. It seemed weird the way they just invited him to join in, but he supposed if that Irving boy hadn't gotten hurt, they would have gone on ignoring him.

The boys started up the game again, and soon Porforio had scored another goal, something Gavin made quite a big deal about. Boyd was paying attention, and soon picked up the names of the boys on the other side as well. The ball came to him a few times, and he did his best to kick it back towards Porfirio. Then the big boy, whose name seemed to be Rode, kicked it toward their goal. Boyd moved in front and stopped it with his body. Nobody was close to him, so he gave it as hard a kick as he could. It went whizzing across the grass and somehow shot past the red-headed boy named Fox, and through the makeshift goal.

"Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!" Gavin shouted, pumping his fist and rushing out to clap Boyd on the back. "He kicks. He scores. Fox gets burned!" Jay and Porf also trotted over and high-fived him. Boyd was almost overwhelmed. He'd never had something like that happen in his life, and he couldn't help grinning.

"It was just luck," he admitted. "I really wasn't even trying to hit the goal. I'm not really good or anything."

The game started again, and now Boyd was fully relaxed. He didn't want this silly little pick-up game to end.

Inside the large home that Boyd's mother would have called a McMansion, Professor Miles Bertrand was making some last-minute adjustments to his latest experiment. He spoke to his computer, which was transcribing his notes.

"Endangered Species breeding experiment #2A. Subjects are a pair of guinea pigs. They have been in the same cage for twenty-four hours and have shown no interest in copulation. Female subject seems genetically healthy. Male subject has a birth defect with a slightly malformed left hind leg."

He looked over at the caged animals, absently scuttling around. He made sure the ray was aimed directly at them and then continued.

"Power will be increased to 1.215 percent of force," he said as he typed the setting in. "Observation will begin right after they are hit with the Sex Ray. Copulation within four hours will be considered a success. Anything beyond that will be considered outside the scope of the experiment and not related. A blood sample will be taken twenty-four hours later to check and see if any of the genetic abnormalities have been improved or corrected."

"Beginning test sequence at 12:47 pm," he said as he pressed a button on his computer. He rolled his swivel chair across the room to his observation position right behind his ray machine. It started to hum as it powered up. It seemed like it was taking longer than it should, though, and the hum was louder than he'd ever heard it. Did he enter a line of code wrong?

"Experiment beginning," his computer informed him in a cold, emotionless female voice. "Sex Ray firing for ten seconds at one thousand, two hundred and fifteen percent of force."

"What!" he shrieked. There was no time to stop it. The ray was already glowing blue as it prepared to discharge. With that amount of force, it could potentially ricochet and come back at him and who knew would it would do at that level! In desperation, he turned it and aimed it out the large window on the side of the lab just as it fired off its bright beam of blue light.

Boyd was watching Porf steal the ball from Cole when the world turned blue. His body froze, and he saw the other boys bathed in blue light. The grass, the soccer ball, everything was blue. His ears were ringing, and his muscles stopped working. Almost in slow-motion, he fell to the ground, and he observed the same thing happening to all the others. What was going on? Had somebody dropped a nuclear bomb? For a second it seemed as if he'd actually passed out, but then he found himself face-down on the ground, with the smell of the hot Florida grass filling his nostrils. He blinked a few times and pushed himself up into a sitting position.

"I… I don't know," Rode said. "It was like we got hit with a stun bomb or something."

"Ro, I can't move; help me!" the littlest boy was saying in a panic. Leon was his name, if Boyd remembered right.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Rode said, pushing himself to his feet and stumbling awkwardly across the field. He reached the younger boy and helped him sit up. It seemed it just took a few seconds longer for his muscles to start working again, because Boyd saw he was now wiping tears off his face with his shirt.

"Is everyone all right?" Porfirio asked, looking around. All the boys were now sitting up, though they seemed quite shaken. Boyd felt that way himself; he'd never experienced anything like that. It was like he'd been paralyzed.

"No, 'cause we didn't shake and flop about," Irving said. "It was that blue light, it did something to us."

He was looking up into the sky as if seeking a flying saucer that might have just dosed them with some weird space weapon. Thus he did not see the man running across the field toward them.

"Boys, boys, are you all right?" he said as he sprinted onto the field. "Are you hurt?"

"No, but there was some crazy blue light, and it knocked us all down. It was like it stunned us or something. Did you see it?"

"Oh, thank goodness. Yes, I saw it. It came from my lab, I'm sorry to say. I was running an experiment that misfired. I'm so very, very sorry. Are you sure nobody's been hurt?"

"I think we're all fine," Porfirio said as he got back on his feet. "But what kind of experiment was that? Are you working on a stun beam?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that, nothing like that. That must have just been a side effect. It's an experiment to encourage breeding in endangered species, and fix genetic abnormalities. Are you sure you're all right? Would you like to come inside and have something to drink? You may still feel the effects, that was a… larger… dosage than I've used before, though you were quite far away."

"Um… sure," Rode said as he looked around the group for objections. "What's your name, by the way?"

"Oh, of course, I'm so sorry, so sorry, I'm just flustered. I'm Professor Miles Bertrand. That's my house over there."

Porf reached down and helped pull Boyd to his feet. All the boys started following the professor to his colossal house.

"I guess I just needed to rest for a bit," Irving said to Gavin. "My ankle feels fine, now."

"Oh, it hurt plenty, it's just stopped, now. The muscle must have just needed a bit of time off."

They went in through a sliding glass door and found themselves in a very large and well-equipped home gym. Boyd looked closer at the man: given the size of the muscles that seemed to be showing under his tight black T-shirt, the man must use his facilities quite a lot. The next room had a couple of couches and several chairs. There was a very large TV on the wall, and a fridge in the corner by a small bar.

"Please, please," the Professor was saying, "I have a number of soft drinks in here. Choose what you like, but none of the adult beverages, of course."

Gavin went over to the fridge and pulled it open. Boyd could see various flavors of Gatorade, sodas and some juices in there. The boys started calling off their requests, and Gavin deftly lobbed their orders at them one by one. Boyd was never a good catch, but when Gavin pitched his requested Dr. Pepper at him, he managed to get his hands on it and secure it to his chest. He popped it open and took a nice long swig as he relaxed in an overstuffed easy chair.

"Oh, no need to be so formal, young man," the Professor said. "You may call me Professor Bertrand. And thank you; I had this house built last year, and I quite enjoy the space, though I usually don't have guests over."

"Just you live here by yourself?" Leon asked. "You don't have a wife and kids or anything?"

"Leon!" Rode admonished him. "Don't be so nosy, that's rude! I'm sorry, Professor Bertrand, my brother doesn't always know when to be quiet."

"Oh, I don't mind, I don't mind, it's a fair question," Professor Bertrand was saying. "No, young man, I'm not married. I like to spend time by myself and work on my experiments. I'll admit that this house is kind of overkill, but I grew up in a… very small house, so now that I can afford it, I decided I wanted to live in something with a lot of room. I have a housekeeper, of course, but she only comes two days a week."

"I don't mind," Professor Bertrand said with a chuckle. "Yes, yes, I've done okay."

"Yeah, you live in a freakin' mansion!" Gavin drawled. "Can we see the rest of it?"

He stood up and the boys followed him. Next to this room was a very large game room with several table-top games and some standing video games. There was a massive kitchen, and a dining room table with twelve chairs. He showed them his lab and then took them upstairs to see the bedroom areas. Boyd didn't quite understand why Professor Bertrand had built himself a house with five bedrooms and all these other rooms when he lived by himself. He thought it would be lonely living in such a big place all alone, but Professor Bertrand seemed happy enough. Gavin was bold enough to actually ask him about it, but his only reply was, 'Resale value, young man, resale value.'

There was a very impressive pool in the back yard. To Boyd it looked like one of those resort pools you saw in advertisements; there was even a cave with a waterfall in front of it. Several of the boys looked enviously at the pool.

"Listen, boys, I gave you quite a scare earlier. I'd like to do something to make up for it. Why don't you come over tomorrow afternoon and I'll throw you all a little pool party? You can bring your swimming trunks and enjoy it, and I'll have food for you. If your parents like, they can give me a call, of course; here are some of my business cards."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sheaf of cards. Each of the boys took one and secured it.

"That's a very nice offer, Professor Bertrand," Rode said. "I'm sure Leon and I will be here. But we've taken enough of your time now, so we'll get going. What time should we come back tomorrow?"

"Oh, you weren't bothering me, young man, no bother. I was the one who accidentally zapped you with my S… With my ray. And twelve o'clock noon should be fine for tomorrow. Anytime after that, anytime."

The boys all said good-bye and walked back over to the field. Boyd wondered if they were going to restart the game, but none of them seemed like they wanted to pick it back up. He felt sad as he realized he would now have to go home, but at least he would be able to see them tomorrow. Boyd wasn't even going to ask his mother's permission, because she could sometimes be weird about things like that. He was just going to come.

"Yeah, of course! Why not? Grab your bike and come along. It's just behind our house, around the corner and down the road that way," Rode said, waving vaguely to his right.

"Okay!" Boyd practically beamed. When was the last time another boy had invited him to come somewhere and hang out? He couldn't honestly remember. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his bike. All nine boys started to pedal down the smooth suburban street.

Boyd was enjoying the communal experience of riding in a pack. But he also noticed something else. Inexplicably, his crotch was tingling. It wasn't a totally unfamiliar experience. His dick had sometimes gotten hard for as long as he could remember. And sometimes he liked to rub it, or lie naked on his bed and move up and down, but this feeling was more intense than he was used to. The feeling of his bicycle seat between his legs pressing on his little penis and balls was actually making it worse.

He flushed with embarrassment; he would have to be careful when he got off the bike to make sure that none of the other boys could see his boner. The last thing he would want them to think was that he was some weirdo who got hard-ons all the time.

He kept his eyes on Gavin, who was riding ahead of him, but that wasn't helping either. All of a sudden, he realized he was wondering what Gavin would look like with no clothes on, and the feeling in his stiff penis doubled in intensity.

"Come on," he whispered to himself as he looked down at his pedals. "Don't be a creep. Don't be a weirdo."

The boys turned onto another street and then pulled onto a narrow dirt path. They slowed down as they reached a small clearing.

"We have to go the rest of the way on foot," Rode explained, pointing toward a narrow, winding footpath through the trees. "It's only a couple of minutes that way."

Boyd dismounted, making sure his shorts were not tight in front. He took his water bottle from his bike and shoved it down into one of his front pockets. Nobody would be able to spot his boner now, though it was showing no signs of going away anytime soon. His eyes kept going to Gavin, and he had to force himself to look away. Why did this have to happen now, just when he had some cool guys to hang out with?

As he walked, he got another imagination flash: this time he pictured all of them walking through the bush path wearing just their underpants! But instead of that feeling like it would be something embarrassing for them to do, it seemed very exciting, and it made his little boner twitch. He actually lightly punched himself in the penis, hoping to make the feeling go away. It helped, but not much.

The path ended in another clearing, this time with a stately oak tree in the center of it. Supported by its thick branches was the most impressive treehouse Boyd had ever seen. He'd been expecting to see something rickety and small, but this looked almost big enough to live in. There was a window and even a porch supported by one of the bigger branches. A rope ladder and some boards nailed to the trunk offered ways of ascent.

"Isn't it cool?" Leon said to him. "Our dad's a builder, and he made it for us!"

"It's incredible," Boyd agreed. Rode was already climbing the rope ladder, and Leon took to the nailed boards. That seemed easier to Boyd, so he followed the smaller boy up the tree and pulled himself onto the porch. There was even a door leading from the porch going inside, and another window in the front.

As he walked inside, Boyd noticed the smell of freshly cut wood. All there was inside were a couple of old bean bag chairs and a large vinyl gym mat.

"Not much here yet," Rode said, "But we got plans. Dad says we can use our birthday money to buy a solar hookup so we can keep a TV and some games out here."

"And he's gonna see if he can find an old bunk bed at the thrift shop so we can even camp out here if we want!" Leon chimed in.

Boyd was surprised; he thought he was the only one to have not been here before.

Boyd was able to determine that other than Leon and Rode, Cole and Fox had been the only ones to see the new tree house, though apparently Porf had been by when it was under construction. It was nice, because knowing that meant that he didn't feel like the odd man out. But his penis was starting to drive him crazy; he was in this magnificent treehouse with the neatest group of kids he'd ever come across, and all he could think about was what they all looked like naked.

"I could probably get a couple of old chairs if you guys wanted," Irving said. "Mom was getting ready to throw them out because we got a new deck set, but they're still good."

"Dad said I could!" Leon protested. "He said it was ours, and we could choose who we wanted to have up here. And I don't want any girls!"

"Fine, fine, I don't know any who would want to climb a rope ladder, anyway," Rode said. "Just seems kind of retro to actually put a sign up saying that."

"Totally not PC," Gavin chimed in. "I love it! Email it to me, and I'll print it out on my dad's big printer and laminate it."

Boyd enjoyed all the banter, but he still wasn't sure if all this talk of making the treehouse into a private, boys-only space included him or not. Probably not, he assumed, but as long as he didn't draw attention to himself, he figured it was okay. He wished he had something he could contribute to it, but as often as they moved, his family certainly didn't have any surplus furniture.

"Rode," Porf suddenly said. "What did the professor say his experiment was about again."

Boyd heard the emphasis Rode put on the 'why'. Rode apparently didn't think it was an idle question.

"Because…" Porfirio paused. "Because I have a bit of a… problem. And I'm not the only one. I can see you have the same problem, and so do a couple of the others, though everybody's trying to hide it. I'm wondering if that blue ray had some other side-effect."

"Oh." Rode looked around. "I've been trying to make it go away, but it's not. It's getting worse. Is that happening to you, too?"

Boyd looked around. Were they actually talking about what he thought they were? Did Porf know he had a hard-on? Did he have one as well? Did Rode?

Rode lifted his right arm up and Porf did the same. Gavin looked at the two of them, shrugged and raised his arm as well. Fox blushed as red as his hair, and then he raised his arm, too.

"Jesus," Gavin said. He put his hand down and grabbed his little brother by the crotch.

"You got a boner," Gavin informed him. "Raise your hand, little bro. And it's not a willy, it's your cock. Only babies say 'willy'."

Feeling his cheeks flush with shame, Boyd raised his hand, too. Irving and Cole did the same, though both of them seemed just as embarrassed about it as Boyd was. At last, Leon raised his hand as well.

"Yes, that's what we mean," Rode said. "And it's all of us, so we can stop trying to hide it or being embarrassed about it. That ray of the professor's was supposed to make his guinea pigs want to get it on. That's why we all have boners that won't quit."

"I don't know about you, but if I don't fap soon, I'm going to go crazy," Porf said.

"It's when… you know…." Gavin explained. "When you rub it and you keep rubbing it until you 'get the feeling'."

"Porf, I gotta do this now," Rode said. "I can't wait to get home, and if you feel anything like I do, you wouldn't make it either."

"But what if we all do it?" Rode suggested. "That way the little ones who don't know how it works can see what to do. And if it's all of us, nobody can say anything."

"That ray must have made me crazy, but I'll do it if the rest of you do. But I'll personally beat the living shit out of anybody who ever tells!" Porf threatened.

"We're all gonna take our clothes off," Rode said. "And then we're gonna fap. That means we're going to rub our dicks until we cum."

"He means until we 'get the feeling'," Gavin clarified. "Just watch what we do if you don't know how it works. You'll like it."

"Yeah, I'm okay if we all get naked," Leon said. From the smile on his face, Boyd thought the little boy must really like the idea.

"Boyd? I know you just met us. I promise we don't normally do weird things like this."

"I, um… as long as I don't have to go first," Boyd stammered. In fact, the idea of being with all these boys as they got naked was making his heart race in his chest. His penis felt hard enough to snap off and chisel ice with. He hoped nothing he was doing or saying was going to let the others know how excited the idea made him.

"Oath of silence," Rode said, holding his right arm out. Cole stuck his out as well, grabbing Rode's hand in his and soon all the other boys were doing the same. Nine sweaty hands clasped in a ball of crackling male energy.

"If any of us shall break this oath of silence, may his dick rot off," Gavin intoned seriously.

"Hey, if any of you tell on us, your dick won't have to rot off," Porf threatened. "I'll hunt you down and cut it off."

"All right," Rode said. "I said I would start, so here goes." He pulled his shirt over his head and dumped it on the floor. He unbuttoned his pants and started to push them down.

"I never said I wanted to be the leader," Rode muttered. His shorts fell to the floor, and he was only wearing a pair of white briefs. Boyd's eyes went wide. Rode's erection was clearly visible; not only was it tenting out the front of his underpants, the head of it was poking out of the waistband. It glistened with a shimmery liquid coating it.

"Jesus, no wonder you were okay with going first," Gavin said. "You're packing a javelin in there.".

"Hey!" Porf snapped. "No teasing, okay? Not about our dicks. Big or small, thick or thin, no comments, you all. That's the rule."

He discarded his shirt and slipped his shorts down. Boyd couldn't help but stare. Gavin's penis was also making itself known inside his white briefs, but it was just a shade more than half the size of Rode's monster organ. Boyd felt a bit of relief; when he'd first seen Rode's, he'd worried that all of the other boys would be that large, but Gavin's was scarcely bigger than his own. Feeling a burst of bravery, he quickly lifted off his shirt and stepped out of his pants as well.

The rest of them stripped down to their briefs. Most of them were wearing the same sort of white briefs as Boyd, but Porf had on boxer-briefs, Leon's were green, and Jay was wearing Star Wars briefs that featured Darth Vader holding a lightsaber, and included the phrase 'Use The Force' on the front.

"Nothing," Rode said, cutting the conversation off. "Okay, now let's all do this together. At the same time."

He put his hands by his sides and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his briefs.

Boyd slipped his thumbs into his underpants and looked around. All the other boys were doing the same thing.

Boyd didn't even stop to think about it. He whisked his underpants down and off. His hard little penis bent down as it got caught in the waistband, then snapped back up, slapping him on the hairless skin above it. The boys all stood around nervously with their hard dicks out. Some of them were pointing straight out, while others were jutting up at various angles. Nobody came close to the size of Rode, through Porf made a respectable second place. Boyd had wondered if either of the big boys had any hair yet, but they were just as bald down there as he was, even Rode. They all silently checked each other out while trying to pretend they weren't.

"Okay, sit in a circle," Rode said. He lowered himself down onto the mat and sat with his legs spread out in front of him. There was just enough room for all of them to fit. Boyd made sure Gavin was on one side of him, and he found Irving on the other. Nine hard penises pointed up at the ceiling of the tree house. Boyd felt the heat from the vinyl on his bare bottom, and it was pleasant.

"This is how I do it," Rode said, as he spat in his hand. Then he wrapped his fingers around the shaft of his throbbing erection and started to stroke it up and down. Boyd stared wide-eyed as the other boy started to self-pleasure.

"I do it a bit different," Porf said. "I just do this." He put his hand over the head of his light brown penis. Then he reached down and stretched up his foreskin so it covered the head, and began to work it back and forth. Boyd was glad to see he wasn't the only boy here who was uncircumcised, but he had never once thought of doing something like that with his penis.

"I rock it like Rode does," Gavin said, and he started to stroke as well. One by one, the other boys started to reach for their penises. Since Porf was the only other uncut boy, Boyd decided he'd try it his way, first. The moment he started to work his foreskin, the tingling feelings surged like a live wire. He gasped in surprised delight. How had he never known about this?

The treehouse filled with the sounds of hands slipping and slapping against naked penises. High-pitched gasps and moans filled the air. Boyd decided he was going to try and do what Gavin was doing, so he studied his motions, watching just how he held himself, and used his thumb to rub his cockhead as he stroked. Gavin noticed him looking and smiled in encouragement.

"Don't expect me to last very long," Rode said. "I don't ever remember when I've had to cum this bad."

Rode increased the speed of his stroke, and Boyd could clearly hear the fap-fap-fap sound he was making, and he realized where the name came from. Rode was breathing hard and fast.

He threw his head back and pointed his hard-on at his belly. Boyd noticed that his balls were drawn up tight to his body. Suddenly, Rode's penis spat out a blast of liquid, right over his stomach. As Rode continued to cry out, squirt after squirt blasted out, coating his tummy with a thick, pale white substance. Boyd had only the vaguest notion of what it was, but from a bit of schoolyard dirty jokes, he realized it must be what they call jizz.

Rode was leaning back on his hands now as the jizz started to run down his body. Boyd was fascinated. Was he going to do that as well?

"What was that?" Leon asked as he continued to play with himself. "That's not pee!"

"No, squirt, I told you I wasn't going to pee. It's my cum. You know, my joy juice. Sperm."

"I can't shoot yet, but I'm about to 'get the feeling'," Gavin gasped. He clenched his eyes shut and his whole body got taut. Boyd watched as he pistoned his hips and thrust upward. Gavin cried out and held his position for about thirty seconds before sinking back onto the mat.

Boyd continued to stroke himself. While the wonderful feelings were still there, he couldn't seem to get them to go any higher. He wondered if he was doing it right. He saw Porf was cupping his balls with one hand while he jerked with the other, so he tried that.

"I don't think it's working right," Leon said. He was flogging himself, but to Boyd's eyes, it looked like he was doing it really roughly.

"You're never going to cum like that," Rode sighed. "Here, move your hands. Let me show you."

Leon put his hands to his side, and Rode spat into his hand again and then grabbed hold of his brother's little member. Already he must be doing something right, because Leon's gasp of pleasure was so obvious. Boyd watched, seeing if he could get a tip from the experienced Rode.

"Yeah, I don't mind," Gavin said. "I'll do you the way I like it, and you can tell me if it works."

"Yeah. But I mean, only if you want me to." Now Gavin sounded a bit unsure, as if perhaps he'd crossed a line. But Boyd was entranced by the idea. He'd only met him a few hours ago, but Gavin was the only one of these boys he'd trust to do something so intimate to him. And the fact that Gavin was friendly enough to offer… Boyd was just blown away by that.

"No! I mean, yeah, I want you to! Please!" Boyd moved his hand. Gavin leaned over him and brushed the underside of his boner with his fingers. Boyd sucked in his breath at the electric tingle he got from having another boy touch his member. Then Gavin tickled his balls before moving up and wrapping his erection in his fist.

"Oh, God!" Boyd said as Gavin started to work it. This was way better than what he'd been trying to do. Gavin was giving him feelings he'd never even imagined he could have. Now the feelings really did start to mount. Boyd looked down at Gavin's naked body. His naked bottom was smooth and pale. His bald penis had softened somewhat, but it was still about half-hard. Boyd started to imagine what it would be like if Gavin let him touch him there the same way he was being touched. Just thinking about how nice it would be to have Gavin's hard penis in his hand sent him racing.

"No you don't," Gavin assured him. "You're 'getting the feeling'. Just lie back and let it happen."

Boyd was sure he was going to piss all over himself, but he found he couldn't bring himself to care. The muscles in his crotch were jangling and tensing. Everything built to this laser focus on his penis, and he cried out. The feeling hit him like a wave, radiating out from his penis and washing over his whole body.

"Holy fuck!" he cried out. How had he gone this long without ever experiencing THIS? His life would never be the same now that he knew his body could feel something so wonderful!

Gavin was still holding his penis, but he had stopped stroking it. He was smiling in triumph at Boyd. Boyd found himself having to fight the crazy urge to kiss him, but he squelched it. He was sure that the other boy didn't want that!

He heard another cry, and Porf was grunting as he ejaculated over himself, splashing his boy juice over his bare chest. Irving had his orgasm less than a minute later.

Poor Jay looked lost at sea, but soon Gavin was taking care of him, and Boyd knew it wouldn't take him long. Rode got Leon to orgasm, and Irving was now finishing up Cole. Fox got there on his own; Boyd enjoyed watching him as he 'got the feeling' as well and then smiled at the rest of them. Jay and Cole climaxed within two minutes of each other, and then they were all done.

Boyd simply couldn't believe that this had happened. Now that his dick wasn't driving him crazy, he could focus more, and he wondered if he should feel embarrassed about this. He'd always been a private person; he never even wanted other boys to see him naked in the locker room, and now this group hadn't just seen him naked, they'd seen his hard penis, watched him play with it, and then one of them had played with it himself! But Rode had been right, the fact that they ALL had done it meant that they couldn't be embarrassed. It was like safety in numbers. Boyd realized he didn't even have any desire to put his clothes back on, not as long as the rest of them were comfortable being naked.

"If you'd told me that this was how this day was going to go this morning," Irving said, "I would have told you that you were fucking crazy. But, man, that was something else!"

"Well, I'm sure not telling my mom about this when she asks what I did today!" Fox said, earning some nervous giggles.

"Yeah, no chick would have helped us out, that's for sure!" Gavin said. "They'd be like, 'Get that big thing away from me!'"

"I have a most magnificent penis!" Gavin boasted. "I call it 'Rudy'!" He stood up and wiggled his hips, making his limp penis flop about and jiggle. Several of the boys laughed at his boyish antics. Rode stood up as well.

"Bet you can't do this, though!" he said as he swiveled his hips and sent his penis into a spin.

"Hey, Rode can do the helicopter dick!" Fox said with a laugh. "I'm jealous!" Soon all the boys were standing, waggling their penises at each other. Boyd and Gavin stood face to face and tried to outdo each other. The treehouse shook as they laughed with abandon.

"I gotta go home, amigos," he said. "We're having a cookout in my backyard, and I have to help wrangle the bambinos."

"Yeah, I should be heading too," Fox said. "What time do you all want to head over to the professor's house tomorrow?"

"Why don't we all meet here in the morning?" Rode suggested. "Whenever we all get here, we can leave."

The boys started to get dressed, and Boyd found himself sorry the group was breaking up, but he was already excited for tomorrow. They climbed down out of the treehouse and headed to their bikes.

"Oh, that's not too far from us," Gavin told him. "We're at 314 Odysseus. We'll ride with you until you get to your street."

So Boyd, Gavin, and Jay headed off. Boyd was actually a little sad that they reached Arion Avenue so quickly, but the other two stopped when he turned onto it.

"See you tomorrow!" Gavin shouted with a wave, and Boyd waved back. A few minutes later, he was pulling up in front of Louis' house (he still didn't really think if it as 'his' house), and he stowed his bike in the garage. Mom would be coming home with Paul soon, so he went into the living room and watched TV. He was deep into a show on Netflix when his mother pulled up. Paul rushed in and settled down on the couch next to him. Mom silently waved to him and then went in the back to her and Louis' room. Louis showed up about twenty minutes later.

"So how was your day, Sport?" he asked with enthusiasm. Boyd really didn't like being called 'Sport' but he knew Louis was just trying to be friendly, so he didn't complain.

"Oh, fantastic! Yeah, there's a lot of kids in this neighborhood, so glad you got hooked up with some."

"That's really good news, Sport," Louis said. "I'm gonna go start on dinner. Hope you boys are up for chicken pot pie."

"That sounds good," Boyd said. His mom usually just got takeout or frozen dinners. Louis seemed to like to cook real food most nights. Soon the smell of cooking food wafted through the house, and his stomach started to grumble. His mother came out, and she and Louis talked in the kitchen while he finished preparing the meal. Then they all sat down to the table (another one of Louis' 'things' which Boyd found he didn't mind so much) and ate together.

"Oh, yeah, the seat cover tore and I'm too lazy to fix it. It didn't cost very much, anyway."

"I met some guys," he said. "They have kind of a fort in the woods. But there's nowhere to sit, and we were talking about finding some stuff."

"I don't know that I like the idea of you hanging around with a bunch of strange boys," his mother said.

"They were playing soccer and they needed one more player for even teams," Boyd said. "What's wrong with that? Can't I have some friends for once?"

"I'm sure they're fine, dear," Louis said. "This is a very family-friendly subdivision. It's not like he'd run into a bunch of street thugs here."

"Mom! That's racist! And yes, they're white. But so what if they weren't?" He wasn't going to tell her that one of them was Hispanic, because it wasn't any of her business.

Louis deftly changed the subject and started telling his mother about an office party they'd been asked to attend. Mom dropped it, and Boyd was able to relax. He was glad he hadn't told her that he was meeting them tomorrow, much less where they'd be going! He was sure she'd say 'no', so he wasn't going to ask for permission.

After he and Paul helped Louis clean up after supper, he went and grabbed a shower. He wanted to lie naked on the bed, but he was sure Paul would notice, so he put on a clean pair of briefs instead. Louis came in after a while, and read them a chapter of an adventure story before saying goodnight and turning out the light.

Boyd gave it a few minutes, and then he heard Paul's steady breathing and he knew his little brother was asleep. He slipped out of his underpants and threw back the sheet. His bald penis stiffened as his mind started to remember what had happened in the treehouse, and his hand found its way south. He started off by remembering what Gavin looked like naked. That really got him hot, and he slicked his shaft with some spit and rubbed up and down. But then he started remembering the others. How Rode had spun his dick around. How Porf's penis had looked when it was soft, his light brown foreskin looking just like Boyd's. Leon and Jay's little dicks that looked so cute when they were hard. But he went back to Gavin.

'Do me this time, Boyd,' he imagined the other boy saying. He pictured reaching out, caressing the other boy's smooth skin. Wrapping his fingers around his hard penis. Stroking it up and down. He bit his lip to keep from crying out as his second orgasm ever burst out of him. His eyes were closed as he held onto himself, squeezing his pulsing organ as he rode the wave.

'Oh shit, who turned on the light?' was his first thought. Had Paul woken up and seen him fapping? Had Louis come into the room? Or even worse, his mother? He'd die if she saw him do that! But Paul was still asleep, and he didn't see anybody else. And the light wasn't coming from the overhead lamp, it was coming from…

Boyd cried out in shock. The light was coming from his hands! What the fuck! He sat up in horror. Both his hands were glowing brightly with a yellow light. He rubbed them together, trying to get the light off, but that just seemed to make it brighter. His heart pounded and he jumped out of bed and into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it. Was it radiation? Did he have cancer?

His hands were tingling, almost throbbing with a feeling of power. He tried to wash the glow off, but that had no effect. It's like the light wanted to go somewhere, but he didn't know where. There was a small window, and Boyd pushed it open. He stuck his arms out and tried to shake them, to see if he could get rid of it that way. He wanted to wake up Louis and his mother, but he couldn't think how he could possibly explain this. Suddenly, he thrust his arms out all the way, and suddenly the light from his right hand shot out, lighting up the orange tree in the backyard before starting to dim. Now his right hand was extinguished, but his left was still glowing. He tried several times to duplicate what he'd done with his right, but the light didn't leave his other hand until he pointed at the orange tree and made like he was shooting it. Then a beam of light left his hand and lit up the tree for the second time.

"I just… what?" Boyd asked into the darkness as the light faded away. He stumbled back to bed in the dark. What had happened? Was he sick? Was it because he's fapped? Did that happen to boys when they played with themselves? He'd never heard of such a thing.

'Or was it the professor's ray?' he suddenly wondered. Did it do that to him? Hopefully, that would be the one and only time that ever happened. Boyd didn't much like the idea of randomly starting to glow all the time. But despite this, sleep came quickly, and he drifted off into blissful rest.

The next morning, he woke up and helped Louis by setting the breakfast table. Louis cooked scrambled eggs and bacon, and they all sat down to a nice meal. Then he grabbed his briefcase and drove off. Mom packed up Paul and took him to daycare, leaving Boyd alone. He gave her ten minutes to be gone before he went and got Louis' old chair from the garage. It took him a few tries before he figured out how to balance it on his bike, but then he started pedaling to the treehouse. He didn't know what time the others were going to get there, but he didn't want to wait. He hoped it wouldn't be too weird if he got there first.

He didn't see any bikes in the clearing, but as he walked up, he heard voices, and recognized Rode and Leon. Their house must be close enough for them to walk there, he realized.

"Hey guys," he called out as he entered the clearing around the tree. "I brought something."

"Oh, cool!" he said as he spotted the chair. "Let me send a rope down and you can tie it to it."

A rope was lowered, and Boyd found a way to secure it. He really wasn't good with knots but he just did it like you would your shoelaces, and hoped it would hold. Rode carefully pulled it up, and Boyd followed. In addition to his chair, Boyd saw there were three new plastic chairs.

"Dad said we could have these," Rode said. "They came from our back porch, but he said he'd buy some better ones."

They all sat down in the chairs, and Rode started to ask him about where he was from. He told him that he'd just moved into the neighborhood, but he didn't go into too much detail, and Rode was too polite to press about things he didn't really want to discuss. He'd just found out that Rode and Leon's mom didn't live with them when he heard more voices. They looked out the window and saw Fox, Gavin, and Jay approaching. They were each carrying a bulky cushion. When they got close enough, they simply tossed them up onto the deck and climbed up.

"Rocking the pink today, I see?" Gavin teased Rode, pointing to his bright pink T-shirt.

"It's my favorite color," Rode smiled. "You're just jealous because you can't pull it off!"

Porforio and Cole showed up next, both empty-handed, but when Irving came, he brought two plastic milk cartons which could be turned upside down and used as seats. They all chatted for a bit, and then, during a lull in the conversation, Fox spoke up.

"Gavin did it too," Jay put in, probably in sympathy for a fellow little brother.

"That's not 'strange', bro," Gavin said, rolling his eyes. "I do it all the time, you just didn't know what I was doing before."

"I did it too," Boyd put in before he even really thought about it. He then started to blush, but Gavin shot him a conspiratorial grin, and the embarrassed feeling passed.

"Yeah, something weird happened," Jay said. Boyd raised his eyebrows. Jay hardly ever seemed to speak at all so he wondered what would be so weird as to make him mention it.

"You weren't awake," Jay said. "But I woke up and… I swear to God I am not making this up… but my hands were glowing."

"It was this blue light," Jay continued. "I went to wake up Gavin, but he wasn't in his bed."

"Stop lying, Jay," Gavin snapped. "This is serious, and I didn't leave my bed all night."

"I know," Jay said. "Let me tell the rest of it. Well, I couldn't make my hands stop glowing no matter what I tried, but then I saw that above my hand this round blue ball of light was growing. I was gonna run and wake up Mom and Dad, but I didn't know what to do with the ball. The window was open, so I threw it outside. And then my hands stopped glowing. Then I went back to see where Gavin went, but when I looked closer at his bed, I could see like his body under the sheet, but not his head. I thought his head was under the sheet, but when I pulled at the sheet, I could feel him but not see him. Then all of a sudden, he appeared and started to move. I thought I'd gone crazy…"

"But it wasn't a dream!" Jay said. "I went out in the yard this morning and saw there was a brown patch where I threw the blue ball. So it was real!"

"No." Fox cut in. "I think he's telling the truth. Something like that happened to me, too."

"Gavin, shut up for a minute. Fox and Jay aren't the only ones. Let him talk," Porf said.

"I woke up in the middle of the night," Fox said. "I had to go take a piss. I, um, well, I don't usually do this but I was feeling like I might want to…"

"Well, yeah, fap. So I was taking a piss, and then all of a sudden I looked down and my hands were on fire. I swear to Christ Jesus. I yelled and jumped back. Pissed all over the bathroom wall. Wondering how I hadn't burned my dick off. But the fire wasn't hurting me. I started to wonder if it was like Saint Elmo's Fire."

"Anyway, I figured it couldn't be real fire, so I grabbed a towel to wipe it off, but then the fucking thing caught fire! Right in my hands! I dropped it in the tub and turned the water on and put it out. I thought I could put the fire out with water, so I turned on the sink and put my hands under the tap. But my hands still burned, and the water just turned to steam. So then I got in the tub and turned the shower on."

"I sleep naked, you jerk. Anyway, my hands were still burning even with all that, but then I sort of felt this urge, and I made my hands into fists and the fire shot out and into the water around my feet and went out. I just… I was so freaked out, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to wake up mom and dad, but how were they going to believe it? They would think I was playing with matches and set the towel on fire myself. And then dad would spank my ass for playing with fire."

"What, dumbass? Yes, I still get spanked. And you do too, so don't pretend otherwise!"

"I didn't say anything," Gavin said, putting his hands up in mock surrender. "Yeah, we get our asses beat at home. Better than getting grounded, if you ask me!"

"Yes, since you care so much, I do. Now shut up or I'm going to toss you out of the window. I want to tell you what happened to me. It was the same sort of thing as Jay and Fox only not quite so… crazy. Yes, Gavin, I fapped last night, before you ask. Whipped my dick right out and jerked it. Only… I don't use spit or anything. I never needed to. But last night just before I…"

"Jizzed?" Gavin supplied. "Hey, don't glare at me, just trying to help out. Wasn't sure you knew the word in English!"

"Gilipollas," Porf muttered. "Anyway, all of a sudden my hands and dick were covered with this thick, slippery stuff. All over me. I had a towel to, you know, wipe up, but even after I wiped it off, this stuff just kept leaking out of my hands, like it was coming through my skin. It stopped after a while, but it was super-slippery. I never saw anything like it in my life."

"Me too," Cole said, "But until now, I really thought I was dreaming. I got up to get a drink of water. We had pizza for dinner, and I was really thirsty. But when I put my cup under the fridge water thing, it was like the light went off. I pulled my hand back and it came back on, but then it was like it was all darkness around my hands. I just told myself I was crazy, drank my water and went back to bed. I figured it had to be a dream, but it seemed so real. And I guess it was."

"My hands made light," Boyd said. They turned and looked at him and he told his story. When he was done, Rode spoke up.

"I… I just don't know what to think. Nothing happened to me. Nothing happened to you, did it, Leon?" His little brother just shook his head.

"If it was only one or two of you, I really would think you were dreaming, but all of you? What about you, Irving?"

"I… I thought I had wet the bed. I had this dream. It was about water. I dreamed my hands turned into hoses and I was squirting water everywhere. I woke up, and my bed was wet, like in the middle. I haven't pissed a bed since I was five, and I just about died of embarrassment. But then I smelled it, and it didn't smell like piss at all; it didn't smell like anything. So I started to think I must have somehow spilled water. But there was nothing to spill. I thought maybe I had sleepwalked and gotten water to drink, but there was no cup. And, I mean, piss smells; there was no way it was piss. I got into my spare bed, but my bed was still wet this morning. I just took the sheets off and shoved them in the hamper. The sun should dry my bed by the time I get home. I just hope mom doesn't see."

"Oh, thanks! That's just what I want my mother to think! I'd rather she think I just pissed it."

"I mean, it has to be," he said. "It's the only thing that makes sense. We know for sure it had one… effect… on us. So why not something else?"

"He said something about the ray fixing genes," Irving remembered. "And you know what? My ankle stopped hurting right after we got zapped. And before, it had hurt a lot. So I think it fixed my ankle."

"Big difference between that and turning into a human water fountain," Rode said.

"Now more than ever," Rode said. "He's the only one who can tell us what's going on with you guys and what to do about it."

"But what if…" Boyd paused and wondered if he should even say it. Would they think he was crazy? Maybe he should just keep his mouth shut.

"Well, what if he did this on purpose? What if he's like a mad scientist? And he's doing an experiment and we're the subjects?"

The other boys looked around nervously. It was clear none of them had considered this thought before, but now they were. They started to mutter among themselves and speculate about it.

"It's not a bad idea, Boyd," Gavin reassured him. "But I saw the guy's face, and he ran across the grass to us. He didn't know whether to shit or go blind. You can't fake a look like that. If I hadn't seen him, I might think he did it to us on purpose. But there's just no way he'd have looked that freaked out if he'd planned it. It was an accident, you can take that to the bank."

"How come you and Leon haven't been changed?" Fox asked, as he dropped to the ground next to him. "You got hit with the same ray we did."

"I don't know. Maybe we did and it just hasn't come out yet. Maybe it doesn't do things to everybody. I mean, it did different things to you guys, so it's not like it affects everybody the same way."

"Is it because you're brothers, and maybe you have some special type of blood?" Boyd suggested.

"No. Cole's our cousin, and look what it did to him," Rode pointed out. "We're just going to have to ask Professor Bertrand."

The boys reached their bikes and mounted them. They started pedaling down the road. Boyd was to the rear of the group with Gavin just in front of him and Rode just behind. They had only gone half-way down Orion Avenue when Rode called out to his younger brother.

"Leon, we're not racing," he shouted. "And let Porf go in front, you don't always stop when you are supposed to!"

Leon ignored him and started pedaling faster, putting distance between him and the rest of the pack.

"Little brat," Rode swore as he started to speed up to catch him. All of a sudden, Boyd heard this sudden 'whoosh', and Rode was gone. He blinked twice and saw that Rode was now in front of them all, and had turned his bike cross-ways in Leon's path.

"I don't know," Fox said. "All of a sudden I just saw this… pink streak go by!"

"Did you see what you just did, amigo?" Porf said. "You flew by us at like a hundred miles per hour!"

Rode himself looked a little freaked. "I… I was just trying to catch up to Leon! I didn't even try to do something. It just happened!"

"So," Gavin said, as they all clustered around on their bikes. "Now we know it did something to you as well."

"Now you know how we all feel," Porf said. "Come on, the sooner we get there, the sooner we can get some answers."

The boys started riding again, Rode making sure to stay next to Leon, and Porf very deliberately taking the lead. Leon didn't try to get out front again. A few minutes later, they turned onto the street with the vacant lot, and Porf put his hand up for everybody to stop. They all pulled up, waiting to see what he had to say.

"What about the other thing?" he asked them. "Do we say anything to him about that?"

The boys shuffled uncomfortably on their bike seats. Boyd looked at the ground and blushed. He didn't want to say anything to the man about it, but he'd have to go along with the others if they felt they should.

"No," Rode said. "I mean, I think we understand what caused that. His ray was supposed to make the guinea pigs want to get it on, only we got it instead. I don't think we need to say what we did. If he asks, we can say we felt a bit… a bit…"

"Yeah, okay, a bit horny, but leave it at that. We don't need to say what we did about it, and I bet he wouldn't ask."

"Okay, let's go," Porf said as he started riding again. They drove across the vacant lot into the professor's manicured yard and onto his driveway. They all parked and followed Rode as he went up and rang the doorbell. The professor answered with a smile and ushered them all inside.

"Come in, come in," he said. "Glad you could make it. Go right on through to the pool, boys."

They walked out of the large glass doors onto the pool deck. They saw a cooler full of various soft drinks, and a table covered with a bunch of snacks and finger foods. Gavin picked up a chicken strip, dunked it in a dip, and made a very appreciative noise.

"Damn, this is much better than those frozen ones Mom buys from the supermarket," he said.

"I hope so," Professor Bertrand said as he came out behind them. "I hired a caterer and told her I wanted good quality stuff."

"You really didn't have to go to all this trouble, Professor," Rode said. "But it's very nice of you."

"No trouble, no trouble," he replied. "Least I could do after giving you boys such a scare yesterday."

"Yeah, Professor, about that…" Rode hesitated. "Can anybody show him? Like on demand?"

"Here, let me try," Fox said. He held his hand out and closed his eyes in concentration. At first nothing happened, and then all of a sudden a jet of flame burst out, shooting into the pool and making a hiss as the water steamed from the instant heat.

"Oh, shit." Professor Bertrand said, his mouth falling open. He looked around "Can all of you boys do that?"

"No," Rode said. "I mean, no, none of us can make fire. Only Fox. But the rest of us can do other things."

"I can shoot out this slippery slime stuff." Porf had some of it coming out of his hands now, and he threw a big glob of it against the wall to demonstrate.

"Supposedly, I can turn invisible. I haven't done it when I was awake, though," Gavin admitted.

The boys were now looking at the man as if he'd gone crazy. What in the world was funny about any of this? Boyd wondered again if they might be dealing with a mad scientist. It didn't help when the man suddenly slapped himself in the face hard and stopped laughing.

"Sorry, boys, sorry, that was just a momentary loss of composure. Jay, I apologize. I didn't mean to laugh at you, it was just an… interesting choice of words. Can you show me what you can do?"

"Let me try…" Jay said. Boyd sensed he really didn't like being put on the spot, but he shut his eyes and held his hands out palms up. There was a crackling sound and a blue light started to glow around them. Then Boyd saw a small blue ball that seemed to hum with energy. Boyd opened his eyes and threw it into the pool. For a second, the whole pool glowed blue, and then there was a sharp smell in the air.

"Raw electricity," Professor Bertrand said. "You're going to have to be careful with that around water, young man."

"We don't know that yet, young man," Professor Bertrand said, stepping up and reassuringly putting his hand on his shoulder. "When did the rest of you boys start to notice these things?"

"Last night," Porf said. "All of us besides Rode. He didn't find out about his… super speed until we were riding over here."

"Well, it might be that if something happened to you, you just haven't figured out how to tap into it yet. I… wow, I need a minute or two to process all this." He got a soda from the cooler, sat down on a deck chair, and indicated to the boys that they should do the same.

"What did happen to us, Professor?" Rode asked. "It was because of the ray, right?"

"Well, yes, I'm sure it was a side effect from you being zapped like that. It's not something I would have anticipated, but I never expected to use it at that high a setting."

"Were you trying to give the guinea pigs superpowers or something?" Irving asked.

"Oh, no, young man, nothing like that. Nothing like that at all. There are two components to the ray. The first part was supposed to, ah… encourage them to breed." The professor looked at them a bit uncomfortably.

"I think we all felt something like that," Rode said in response to the unspoken question. "But after a while, it… faded away."

"Oh. Oh, good. Good, that. Well, the other part was meant to address genetic imperfections. There's no shortage of guinea pigs in the world, but some endangered species are down to just a few dozen survivors, and not all of them are in the best shape, genetically speaking. The ray was supposed to work on the cellular level and correct this. It's way more complicated than that, of course, but that's sort of the layman's version in a nutshell."

"So is that what it did to us?" Rode asked. "Fix genetic imperfections? But that doesn't make sense; normal people can't do what we do."

"Well, as you know, some rare people in our world can do extraordinary things," the professor reminded them. "Extraordinary. We still don't know why. Most of them have resisted attempts to be studied, and with those few who have agreed, scientists have found no common factor, nor do they have any idea what causes these powers to manifest. Now, there is a school of thought that it is simply something genetic that we do not understand, and it would seem that what happened to you boys is evidence in favor of that."

"Probably not, young man. I know of no case where a human has manifested these sorts of abilities and then lost them. As for what do to, well, let's have a discussion about that. I feel responsible for this. I mean, I am responsible for it. The first question I have for you is if you want to involve your parents. I am sure none of you have told them already, or you wouldn't be here, and I'd have your parents and probably the police here instead. I tend to give young people more credit than most adults, so I am going to respect you enough to let you choose which you'd prefer. Two of you are quite young, but if I understand correctly, you both have older brothers here, yes?"

"Leon, shut up," Rode said. "The professor already spoke to you about that. And yes, professor, I'm his brother. I'll decide for us both. And no, I don't want my father to know, but we all have to agree. I think we should write down what we want on slips of paper. That way if somebody wants to tell their parents, they don't have to feel pressured by the rest of us."

"You're a very wise young man," Professor Bertrand said. "Very wise. I approve. Hang on, let me get some paper and some pencils."

He got up and went inside the house. The rest of them looked around at each other. Gavin started to say something, but Rode held up his hand.

"I shouldn't have. I didn't think about it until just after I'd said it. And I'm not even sure I'm right, and I might even change my mind," Rode told him.

"All right, Leon, you can vote. And Jay too. I'm going to tell the professor not to tell us if more than one person votes to tell and I don't want him to show us the votes, okay? Somebody might recognize somebody else's writing."

"Just trying to be fair, okay? This is really big, and it's okay if any of us want to bring our parents in to help."

The professor came back, tore a sheet of paper into pieces, and handed them out. He gave each of the boys something to write with, and then put a cup on a table. Rode told him what they had discussed, and one by one the boys went up and dropped their folded votes into the cup. The professor turned his back and opened them before dropping them in the garbage.

"Mine would probably make us lab rats until scientists found some way to make it stop," Gavin said.

"Boys," the professor interrupted. "What I would like to do with your permission is take blood samples from each of you. And perhaps a small skin sample from your hands, since that seems to be where many of your… new abilities… have manifested. But it doesn't have to be now. Why don't you all relax and enjoy the food and swim for a bit and think about it? If you say okay, I'll get what I need ready.

"You can take a sample from me," Fox said right away. "I don't care; I want to know what's going on."

"Well, okay, good, good. I don't even need all of you if some of you aren't comfortable with it. But please, dive in. To both the food and the pool. I need to think about all this. There are a lot of… ramifications."

Boys are boys the world over. Give them food and something fun to do, and they will forget their problems. They all changed into their swimsuits, grabbed handfuls of food, and jumped in and out of the water.

"Yeah, but I can do a bigger cannonball!" the pump boy boasted, and then ably demonstrated.

Boyd couldn't remember when he had had so much fun. The pool was full of boys jumping in and out, bouncing off the diving board, and hanging out in the cave. They were splashing each other, pushing each other under the water, and yelling. Fox was challenging everyone to races from one end to the other, and then soundly beating anybody who took him up on it. Boyd gave it a try, but Fox simply left him in his wake. He didn't mind, he was having the time of his life!

He went inside the 'cave'. Behind the waterfall, there was an area where you could sit in a circle and hang out. From what Boyd could tell, it was set up to be a hot tub, but it was too warm outside for that, so the water was the same temperature as the rest of the pool. There was an overhead light, but the boys turned it off, preferring the dim, flickering light that came through the wall of water. He, Gavin and Irving were sitting in there when Boyd's hands started to glow.

Boyd looked down. It wasn't quite so frightening now, but it was still weird. He tried controlling it, and next thing he knew, all the faux rock walls of the grotto were glowing with light.

"Yeah," Boyd admitted. "I was just trying to make the roof glow, not the whole place."

"See if you can do that water thing you dreamed about, Irving," Gavin suggested.

"Just think about doing it," Boyd said. "That's what you were doing when you were dreaming last night."

Irving closed his eyes. He held out his hands and his face scrunched up in concentration. At first, nothing happened. Then it seemed like his hands were starting to drip. Boyd couldn't tell if it was because they were already wet, but then the drip started to get more noticeable. Gavin nudged him and nodded his head. It was working!

Suddenly a blast of water shot from Irving's right hand and caught Gavin full in the face. He bounced back against the wall and then ducked down. Irving's eyes opened in shock, and Gavin rose up from the water, both laughing and cussing at the same time.

"I didn't mean for you to blast me in the face, you fuck!" he said. Boyd couldn't help laughing, and Gavin soon joined him. Irving tried again, and was able to shoot another blast from his other hand, though this one was just directed at the wall.

"Okay," he said, sounding a bit excited. He closed his eyes and started to mutter "Invisible, invisible, invisible."

Boyd blinked. Gavin faded away right before their eyes. One minute he was there, and then he was gone. The only sign he was there was a very weird outline in the water where his body was.

"I did?" A disembodied voice said. "Oh, shit, yeah, I did. I can't see my hands! Oh, fuck, this is freaky. How do I end it? Visible, visible, visible!"

"I don't think you have to say it three times like it's a magic charm," Irving told him.

"No, we're practicing our powers, Rode!" Gavin said. "And we all got them to work!"

"Oh, is that why the walls are glowing?" Rode asked. "I should try mine. If they work in water, maybe I can beat Fox at swimming."

"Oh, like you've never done that! All right, you priss, I'll go use the bathroom as well."

There was a bathroom by the pool, but the Professor was in it, so Gavin and Boyd went to the one by the gym. They went inside, and Gavin locked the door.

"You didn't come in here to pee, dude," Gavin told him. "You came to fap, right?"

Boyd blushed. Right after he'd used his powers, he started feeling horny as hell. He'd tried to hide his boy erection under his trunks, but Gavin must have seen it.

"Don't worry, I gotta do the same thing. Right after I turned invisible, I got the urge. It must happen when we use our powers. So how about I do you and then you do me?"

Boyd blushed again. Had Gavin been able to read his mind? Did the other boy know how much he wanted to be able to touch him that way?

Even as he said it, Gavin was stripping off his own wet swimsuit. His bald erection was sticking proudly out. Boyd did the same, wondering if he could blush any harder.

"No, here, face the wall and put your hands up. You know, like they do in cop shows when somebody gets frisked."

Boyd did as he was told. The position made him feel slightly vulnerable, unable to see the other boy, his legs slightly spread in a 'V', and his palms flat against the wall. He looked down and saw his penis sticking straight out. The idea that Gavin was about to 'frisk' him made his testicles ache in anticipatory pleasure.

Boyd blinked his eyes. Had he heard that right? Did Gavin just say he was 'hot'?

He felt the other boy behind him, and he saw a hand come around his body. Gavin took hold of his penis and started to tug. With saliva-lubricated fingers, Boyd was soon feeling amazing pleasure. But then Gavin started to pull closer to him. One hand wrapped around his chest, and then he felt Gavin's erection poke him, just below his back. As Gavin pulled closer, his penis became more vertical, until they were body-to-body in an embrace, and the other boy's dick was lying inside the top of his butt crack and against the small of his back. He felt the heat from the hard shaft, and it made his heart pound to feel it pressed against him.

Gavin suddenly pressed his penis even harder against Boyd and ground his hips against his bottom. Boyd cried out as he orgasmed. His knees trembled, and he had to lock them to keep from falling. Gavin held his dick until he was done and, then he stood up.

"My turn," Gavin said, eagerly taking Boyd's position on the wall. Boyd came up behind him. Was he really going to get to do this? Was he going to be any good at it? Gavin seemed to sense his hesitation.

Boyd giggled and reached around. He experimentally wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft and gave it a slight tug.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," Boyd said, feeling silly. He spat in his hand and then returned it to Gavin's stiff member. He tried to remember the way Gavin had stroked his own penis, and began to imitate it.

"You got it now," Gavin encouraged. "Just squeeze it a little tighter. I like to do it rough."

Boyd did as he was asked, and was rewarded by grunts of appreciation. His own penis hadn't gone down all the way, and now getting to do this was making it hard again. He was careful to not let it touch Gavin; he didn't want the other boy to know that doing this was making him bone up.

"You know. Press against me like I did you. Didn't you like how that felt? I did."

Boyd pulled closer. He was a couple of inches shorter than Gavin, so his penis was a bit lower against him. He held it up with one hand so he wouldn't poke the other boy with it, but when they came together, it was lying right between Gavin's plump butt cheeks. Gavin noticed it, and even squeezed his butt cheeks together on it, giving Boyd an unexpected and forbidden rush. The warm skin of Gavin's back against his chest and his round buttocks on his crotch and penis was making him crazy.

He concentrated on the other boy's penis, working it as well as he could, listening to Gavin's whispered instructions and following his instincts. Gavin suddenly groaned and pushed back against him, and Boyd knew he was cumming. Seconds after Gavin was done, he whipped around and took hold of Boyd again. Boyd wasn't expecting it, but the sudden stroking had him orgasming again thirty seconds later.

"Figured you were ready to blast off again!" Gavin grinned at him. "Now let's get our trunks back on and get out of here. I'll tell 'em I had to take a dump."

The cold, wet fabric of his swimsuit doused whatever horny feelings Boyd had remaining, but he still felt flushed. Had all that really happened? He looked at the clock and saw that less than fifteen minutes had passed since they'd gone in there.

"Don't go into the gym bathroom for a while," Gavin warned. "Not unless you got a match or two."

Cole was on the diving board bouncing up and down. He leaped up, spinning in mid-air to go into an awkward dive. But he didn't fall. As the boys watched in fascination, he was just suspended in the air. Cole opened his eyes and waved his arms and legs in horror.

"Somebody help!" he screamed. The professor was out on the end of the diving board in a moment, but Cole was just out of his reach.

"I'm not sure. You seem to be temporarily immune to the effects of gravity. But you're safe; you're not going anywhere. You're not floating up, and you're over the water. Could one of you boys come out here? Who's tallest? I guess that would be you, Rode, yes? I'm going to want to put you on my shoulders, and then you should be able to grab Cole."

"I'm actually the tallest," Gavin muttered, but only loud enough for Boyd to hear.

Rode came out, and as the professor bent down, he carefully climbed on the man's shoulders. Boyd watched the man's bulging muscles; he certainly had no trouble lifting Rode's weight. As they stood up, Rode was able to reach out and grab Cole's ankle. He started to pull him down.

"I'm glad you think it's funny," Cole said. "But I just wish I could turn gravity back on!"

Suddenly, he dropped like a stone. Rode was still holding on to him, and he pulled him and Professor Bertrand forward, and all three landed in the pool with a huge splash.

"Well," Rode said as he bobbed to the surface and spat out a mouthful of water. "I guess you got your wish."

The others watched as Rode got out of the pool and walked toward the gym. They didn't follow, but the door was open, and they could see through the glass walls.

Leon was crouched in a corner, crying and angry. "It's not fair!" he repeated. "Now Cole has two powers, and I didn't get anything!"

"We still don't know that, Leon. And nobody can control this, anyway. Look, just come back outside, okay?"

"Leave me alone!" Leon shouted, standing and picking something up to ward Rode from coming any closer. Professor Bertrand sucked in his breath and then went in the room behind Rode.

"Leon?" he said. "Please put that down. Very gently, please. Whatever you do, don't throw it at your brother."

"Because that's a barbell with over three hundred pounds [135 Kg] of weight on it. And if you hit your brother with that, you are probably going to break some bones."

"What?" Leon turned and looked at what he was holding for the first time. "I… how can I be lifting this?"

"I think you just discovered your new ability," Professor Bertrand said. "Strength."

"I got super strength?" Leon said with a whoop. He lifted the barbell with both hands and pumped it over his head, up and down. "Yeah, I got super strength!"

"All right, all right," the professor said. "But please put it down. We don't yet know how it works, and I don't want you to suddenly have your power turn off when that's still over your head."

"All right, Brat," Rode said with a relieved laugh. "I'm glad you finally found out you have a power. Now shut up about it!"

An hour later, Professor Bertrand said he had things set up in his lab. All the boys filed in, and he took blood samples and skin scrapings from them. A few of the boys were squeamish about the needles, but none of them were prepared to wimp out and make a fuss about it in front of the others. Boyd didn't mind; needles had never bothered him.

"I'm going to run a bunch of tests tonight," the professor told them. "If you give me until tomorrow after lunch, I should have some preliminary answers for you boys. And, of course, you are free to enjoy the pool as well."

"Thank you, Professor," Rode said. "But, please, you don't have to get a bunch of food and stuff for us again. We're just happy to have such a nice pool to swim in."

"Oh, thank you, young man, thank you. Well, yes, I won't do the food. But I always have snacks and things as well as drinks. So there would always be something for you to eat if you wanted."

"We'll leave you to your work," Porf said. "We'll come back around 12:30 tomorrow if that's okay?"

"Yes, perfect, perfect. I won't bother to show you all out; just close the door, please."

He had taken one of the vials of blood, and was holding it up as if trying to determine what he should do with it first. Boyd noticed it was labeled with his name, and felt the urge to get out of there right away.

The boys went to the gym, changed out of their wet trunks and put their clothes back on. Boyd noticed that most of the boys seemed to be checking each other out. He and Gavin had gotten each other off, but he supposed some of the others might be wanting to fap, and be looking for a partner.

The boys went to their bikes and started riding down Perseus Street. The others started to fan off as they got to their various turns, and Boyd noticed a few pairs going together. Finally, it was just him, Gavin and Jay. He signaled to them as he reached Arion. While Jay kept pedalling, Gavin stopped.

"It was fun hanging out with you, Boyd," Gavin said. "Maybe you can talk to your folks, and you can sleep over at our house sometime?"

"Um, yeah! I'm sure I could. That would be fun, yeah!" Boyd replied, flushing in pleasure.

"That would be cool. And I could even have you over, too. Louis… I mean, I guess he's sort of my stepdad… said I could have friends over. I just never… I mean, if you wanted to."

"Sure!" Gavin said brightly. "Sleepovers are always fun. Raiding the refrigerator in the middle of the night. Staying up way too late. Clobbering my little brother in a pillow fight!"

"Yeah, we'll hang out before going over to Professor Bertrand's place. Bring something for lunch."

"Okay, Boyd, later!" Gavin mounted his bike and started to ride off, but then skidded to a stop and turned around.

"What am I talking about? Mom and Dad won't even be home for another hour. Why not come and hang out with me now? We can play Xbox."

Boyd grinned and started pedaling his bike along with Gavin. He looked around the suburban streets, and for the first time in forever, he felt like he was home.

Every comic book story (which is what this is, though I'm writing in text) needs an origin story. Sometimes this is all laid out in issue #1, and other times it's held back for a little while. I felt it was better to jump right into the story where the boys are already operating as a superhero team rather than start with their origin, and I'm happy with how it worked out. I decided to make Boyd the one whose viewpoint we would see the creation from, because he was the one outsider. Originally, they were all going to be boys who'd known each other for years, but then I hit on the idea of one of them being there just randomly and getting caught up in this whole thing. Boyd has never had any close friends before, but now he has eight guys that he is as close to as you can possibly be.

The name Boyd is from the Scottish Gaelic word 'buidhe' meaning 'yellow' (really implying blond hair more than anything). His last name – Primrose – is a yellow flower, of course. There are lots of characters with sun/light-based powers; I think Sun Boy from the Legion of Super-Heroes was who I first thought of, but Boyd can do more than just generate light; he can store solar energy as well. That was kind of needed given that the Underpants Boys' powers are fueled by solar energy; there are going to be times when they'll need to be 'charged up.'

This chapter also made me realize I needed a map of the where the boys live. I found a suitable Florida subdivision, and renamed the streets after Greek heroes (because the boys are basically modern day mythical heroes, and so many of the Greek heroes were bisexual or outright gay).

This chapter ran very long, and I wasn't even close to finished, so I realized I needed to split it. I've described how the boys got their powers, but not how they became the Underpants Boys. In one sense, I wanted to keep going with Boyd, but I realized I had told his story of how he got some friends, and I could switch narrators safely. Jay is going to take the next chapter.

Chapter 07

Jay Fulton woke up and looked around his room. His big brother Gavin must have already been up and gone, because he didn't hear him in the bathroom, so he dug some shorts and a T-shirt out of his dresser and pulled them on. Silently, he went down the stairs to the breakfast table. The other three members of his family were already eating, but neither of his parents looked up as he entered the room.

Gavin was chattering away a mile a minute, but, based on their body language, Jay doubted either of them was listening to a word he said. His father was looking at his phone, and his mother was glued to the TV that was fastened to the kitchen wall. Four women were discussing something that was obviously much more important to Mom than whatever Gavin was prattling on about.

Jay got down a box of cereal, poured himself a bowl with some milk, and sat down. Seeing a new potential audience, Gavin turned to him and started talking at him.

"So I was up late last night reading about superheroes and supervillains!" Gavin said. "Did you know that they estimate that there are now something like four hundred super-powered people in the world now? That's just the ones they know or have heard stories about, but they figure there are probably many more who have them and just don't show them."

Jay's eyes darted to his parents. Was Gavin really going to talk about this in front of them? Was he crazy? Just yesterday, all the boys had voted to keep their new powers a secret from their parents. But then he realized it was safe. Mom and Dad were paying no mind to anything Gavin said, and even if they did, they would just assume it was his new 'thing', and politely nod their heads as they let his words go in one ear and out the other.

"Yeah, superpowers are cool," was all he could think to say. He wasn't quite sure how useful it was to be able to toss blue balls of electricity, but it was still neat. Though he thought Gavin's invisibility powers would be even cooler.

"Oh, Jay," his father said, interrupting Gavin's ongoing monologue. "I got a letter from your school yesterday."

Jay's heart thumped in his chest. His father's expression was as neutral as it always was, but he feared the worst.

"It turns out you did pass third grade. Barely. So you'll be going into the fourth grade in the fall. But your grades will be monitored, and if you don't show marked improvement, you're going to have to have extra tutoring in the afternoons. And if your homework habits don't improve, you're going to be spending a lot of time over my knee, as well."

Even the spanking threat (which Jay knew was real) was not enough to cause the breath he was holding to ease out. He had passed! He honestly didn't think he had, and that he'd be held back like a dummy. Now, at least, he'd be staying with his friends, and wouldn't face the shame of being teased. He was going to assure his dad that he'd pull his socks up, but he'd already gone back to looking at his phone. His mom had never even looked away from the TV. Lacking any other focus, he turned back to Gavin.

Jay smiled. He knew that him and Gavin in a room together was not a recipe for successful homework completion, but he appreciated the offer anyway. He finished his cereal and took his dishes to the sink to rinse.

"Mom and Dad? We're going to hang out at a mad scientist's house today if it's all right with you. He wants to do some experiments on us." Gavin breezily said.

Jay wasn't sure if his parents actually realized what Gavin was saying and just ignored it, or if their answers were on autopilot.

"Oh, and I met this new friend. I think he's the son of a terrorist who's here to gather information for the next suicide bombing. Can I have him over for a sleepover?"

"You can have whoever you want for a sleepover, as long as it's a boy," Dad replied.

Jay had been filling two thermoses with ice and water while Gavin had been bullshitting with Dad, and now he threw them in his backpack.

"Why do you say such crazy stuff?" he asked as they got their bikes out of the garage.

"It makes me smile, Bro. Dad doesn't pay much attention, so if I'm going to be talking to him, why not make it interesting? At least I'm entertaining myself: I crack myself up!"

"Look, Bro, I respect that you're the strong, silent type, but I like to talk. And if I'm going to talk, why not make it interesting? I think it's funny to tell the truth, but in such a way that people think you're joking."

"Maybe I'd have more to say if you would shut up sometimes," Jay muttered to himself. They started to ride.

"I'm gonna stop at Henry's and hang out for a bit, okay? We're not supposed to go over to the professor's for a few hours, so I'll meet you at Rode and Leon's treehouse in a while."

Jay turned onto Orpheus Street and pedaled up to his best friend Henry Shephard's house. He had told him that he might not make it into the 4th grade with him, but now that he had, he wanted to see him. He went up and knocked on the door. Henry's mom opened it and let him in, telling him that Henry was up in his room. He trotted up the stairs and sauntered in the open door. Henry was working on a Lego project, but smiled when Jay walked in.

"You're stuck with me for another year. Dad just got my final grades, and I passed!"

Henry seemed even more relieved than Jay was. After talking about it for a bit, Jay realized it was because Henry was afraid of not having Jay there with him in class. Henry was the sort of kid who got picked on: he was autistic, small, and would cry if he was teased too much. He had sort of attached himself to Jay two years ago when they had wound up in a class for students who needed extra help. Jay didn't mind, and found Henry was very fun to be with when it was just the two of them. Henry's mom seemed to be really happy he'd found a friend, and always made him welcome.

He sat down to help Henry put together his latest Lego set, and they chatted for nearly two hours until it was done. Jay sort of wished that he'd had been with him when they'd been hit by the professor's ray, but Henry didn't have an athletic bone in his body. Jay himself had only been there because Rode had called Gavin and asked him to bring him because Leon had insisted on coming, and he was there to balance him out. It would have been interesting to see what kind of power Henry might have gotten, though.

Jay was sure Henry didn't know about fapping; he wasn't shy about being naked in front of Jay, but he'd never said anything that suggested he knew. Jay thought that perhaps at their next sleepover, he might share his new knowledge with his best friend.

Mrs. Shepherd brought up some lunch for the boys, and reminded Henry he had a dentist appointment that afternoon. That worked for Jay, since he was supposed to meet everybody at the treehouse and then go over to the Professor's house. He said goodbye and pedalled off on his bike.

He was the last one to reach Rode and Leon's treehouse, but the others had been waiting for twelve o'clock anyway. Everybody came down, got their bikes, and then the gang rode over to Professor Bertrand's place.

"Oh, hello, boys, hello," the Professor said as he opened the sliding glass door. "Come in, come in. There are drinks and snacks out by the pool."

The boys quickly changed into their swimsuits and made their way out onto the back deck, but before anybody got in the pool, the Professor stopped them.

"I've found out quite a lot by studying the samples you left me," he said, "But there's one theory I'd really like to investigate. Can I get a few more skin scrapings from you boys? From different parts of your bodies?"

The boys shrugged, and soon were lined up in front of the professor. When it was his turn, Jay saw he was taking samples from their cheek, hand, shoulder, tummy and thighs. It didn't hurt; just a slight scrape and a sample placed on a glass slide. Once he was done, he jumped in the pool and swam about.

For the next two hours, they were horsing around, splashing, jumping, swimming and wrestling with each other. The professor was in his lab, but eventually he came out and sat on the deck, watching them with a smile. Rode noticed it and got out of the water.

"I wanna hear what you have to tell us now, though," Irving said, pushing himself out of the water and going over by him. One by one, the other boys did the same, sitting on the wooden deck, looking expectantly at the professor.

"All right, then, all right," he said, once they were all sitting down. "These results are preliminary, you understand. Preliminary. But I've learned a lot in the last twenty-four hours. I'll try not to use… words that might be hard to understand, but stop me if you don't understand something."

"When my ray hit you, it seems to have done two things. First of all, it made changes to your skin. This is the same with all of you, your skin has sort of become… a type of solar panel. You absorb energy from the sun and it converts into power. But the other thing that it did is that we all have our own unique DNA. Some scientists have postulated that superpowers come from changes or enhancement in human DNA…"

"Oh, sorry, young man, sorry. It means that they came up with an idea. And they might well be right, because what seems to have happened to you boys is all of your DNA has been enhanced, and this has given you your… new abilities."

"So does that mean anybody might get superpowers if they got hit by your ray?" Irving asked.

"Oh, I wouldn't want to try that," the professor said. "In the case of you boys, there don't seem to have been any negative side effects, but who is to say what could happen? I'm sure you have seen enough movies or read enough stories to know that not all changes are good. What if you grew fur? Or turned into something superpowered but very ugly?"

"Too late for Porf," Gavin said, earning a smack on the back of his head from the brown-skinned boy.

"So in short, the ray enhanced our DNA and gave us powers which get fueled by the sun through our skin?" Rode summed up.

"Yes, lad, yes. Only one interesting thing. Two, really. The ability of your skin to absorb solar radiation does not seem to be uniform on the body. Some areas are better than others. That's what I wanted to confirm. My guess is that skin which is not ordinarily exposed is more receptive. In practice, that means the skin on your upper thighs is the area which can most quickly absorb and convert the solar energy. I suspect if I took a sample from your, ah, buttocks, it might be marginally better, but I don't think that's necessary."

"So that's why we charge up quickest when we're in swim trunks?" Fox asked. "And why I seem to charge up so fast, 'cause I've got a Speedo on?"

"Yes, indeed, Fox. If you want to charge up quickly, short of being naked, which I don't think I'd recommend, you'd want to wear a swimsuit like yours."

"Yes, or underpants. As long as they were briefs. Boxer shorts would not be any better than regular short pants.

"Jesus, Gavin, do you have to say something stupid about everything?" Rode complained.

"One other thing," the professor said. "This isn't something I'd recommend testing, but from what I can tell, if your skin is impacted at high velocity, the cells in the epidermis will bond tightly together and form a seal that can't be broken. At most, they'd yield a bit and then repel the projectile, leaving you no worse than a bit bruised."

"Um… professor, none of us understood that," Rode said a few moments later, after the boys exchanged confused glances.

"Well, let's not test it out, young man," the professor said. Even if I'm right, it would still hurt. Kind of like getting shot with a BB gun."

"Oh, I don't suppose boys play with those any more? How odd. Well, it's a pellet fired from an air gun. Hurts if you get hit with one, and it leaves a mark. I don't think anybody's going to be shooting at you boys, but I thought it was an interesting side effect of all this."

"Thank you for all of the time you've put into this, Professor," Rode said. "We really appreciate it."

"Oh, least I can do, boys, least I can do. This is all a result of my carelessness, after all. I'm just glad that the results of this accident have all been positive. I intend to keep studying and seeing what else I can learn about your new abilities."

"Of course, young man, of course. Have at it. I'm happy to see my pool getting such enthusiastic use."

The boys got up and headed back toward the pool. Jay went over, took out a Sprite from the fridge and had a swig. His trunks were mostly dry, but underneath, his briefs were wet. He started wondering if he'd get more power with them off. Well, why not try it, he thought. He casually slipped his swimsuit off and was left with his underpants.

"Why are you in your underpants, Jay?" Fox asked as he walked by on his way to the diving board.

Fox just shrugged and went running off the diving board, executing an extremely incompetent dive. Jay could really feel the difference. It was almost like he had more power when he got charged up like this.

"Is that really doing anything?" his brother asked, as he came over to get a snack.

"Well, I don't want you to be the only person dressed like that, so I'll do it, too. We can compare notes later."

Gavin removed his trunks as well, and then jumped back into the water. A few of the other boys teased him about swimming in his underpants, but he just laughed it off in typical Gavin fashion. Suddenly, Jay realized that his brother had done it entirely to protect him. Gavin didn't mind being teased, and by him taking all the attention, nobody was going to say anything about Jay also doing it. And none of the others would even know why Gavin had done it, they would just think it was him being his usual silly self. For a moment, he felt choked up with emotion. He was going to have to try and do something very nice for Gavin to repay that.

Blinking back a few tears, Jay finished his soda. He scarfed down a few handfuls of chips, and then went to the diving board. His hands were tingling, so he created a crackling blue ball in each.

Of course, Jay wasn't going to do anything like that. He pitched back and threw them high in the sky to explode in time with his jump. He leaped out over the water… and was suddenly tumbling through the air.

"Wa…" he gasped as he looked down. Instead of the water coming to meet him, it was falling away and now he wasn't even over it anymore. He waved his hands in panic, but that just made him spin like a top. He screamed in fright. He heard Gavin yell out his name but everything was just rolling by his eyes. He was completely disoriented: one moment he was looking at the sky, the next moment he was looking at the ground, and it was just one blur of clouds, trees, building and blue. Jay couldn't even think through the sheer terror and disorientation.

Suddenly he felt arms around him. Had he spun to the ground? He forced his eyes to focus, and he saw it was Gavin who was holding him, with a very worried look on his face.

Jay had looked down. He was still in the air, about twice as high as the roof of the professor's house. Gavin was holding him tightly and slowly bringing him down.

"No. I'm actually flying. I think you were, too. But you were waving your arms and legs around. I think you have to stick them out straight."

Jay stuck his arms out and thought about flying. Next thing he knew, he was slowly moving forward through the air.

"Come down, you two," Rode said. "You go too high, and people will be able to see you."

"Not me!" Gavin said, turning invisible. But all the same, he showed up on the ground a few moments later, and made himself visible again. Jay experimented with his arms and legs until he was able to turn upright and bring himself down on the deck.

"Oh, man!" Fox was saying. "You two are so lucky! Hey, I wonder if the rest of us can fly, too? Maybe it's because you're in your underpants?"

With that thought, all the others stripped down to their briefs. Fox, of course, didn't have to, as he was wearing a Speedo. The boys all tried, but other than Cole, none of them could get off the ground. They had a lot of fun trying, though, jumping off the diving board and experimenting. They all felt that their powers were stronger with direct sunlight being absorbed via their thighs. Cole, of course, had no way to move in the sky, but Gavin and Jay took turns holding his hand and towing him. Then Irving hit on the idea of Cole degraving one of the other boys and them getting to 'fly' that way. By the time the afternoon was getting late, they all had had a chance to experience the wonder of flight.

Jay was exhilarated. His blue balls were cool, but that was nothing compared to being able to fly! It seemed a bit unfair that only he and his brother had gotten that power, but he was just glad that he had. Maybe when it got dark tonight, he and Gavin could go out and fly when nobody could see them.

"Hey," Gavin was saying to Boyd. "Do you think maybe you want to come and have a sleepover? My Dad said it was okay."

"I'll come too, Boyd," Jay offered. He was a little disappointed that Gavin was inviting somebody over, because he was hoping the two of them could talk about flying, but he guessed having Boyd there wouldn't stop them. He could tell Gavin really liked this new kid.

The boys all waved good-bye to the professor and took off on their bikes. They started branching off as they reached their streets. Jay and Gavin passed theirs as they followed Boyd. He looked a little nervous as they pulled up in front of his house.

"My mom can be a little… uh… weird," he said with a blush on his cheeks. "Especially around new people, okay? So sorry if she says anything crazy."

"All parents are crazy, dude," Gavin assured him. "Just wait until you meet ours!"

They went inside the kitchen door and into the living room. A small boy in shorts was lying on his side watching a cartoon on TV.

"Louis is in his office,' the boy mumbled. "Mom's in the bedroom. I think. Who's this?"

"These are my friends, Gavin and Jay." Jay waved hello to the kid, but he seemed more interested in the Ben 10 episode he was watching than in them. Boyd walked into another room, and they followed. A slightly goofy-looking guy was sitting behind a desk at a computer, and he stood up as they came in.

"Louis? These are my friends Gavin and Jay Fulton," Boyd said. The man stuck his arm out and earnestly shook both their hands by way of introduction.

Gavin gave him the address. Louis' forehead crinkled for a bit as he went into thought.

"I think I know your father a little bit. He's involved in the neighborhood watch, is he not?"

"That should make things a bit easier, then. Let me go and talk to your mother. She's lying down; she had a bit of a headache."

The boys went back into the living room, and Boyd started asking his little brother about his day. Jay tried to ask the kid about a thing or two, but he seemed painfully shy, so he left him alone. He could respect that.

Jay could hear a conversation coming from the bedroom, but he couldn't really make out what they were saying. From the tone of what he could hear, it sounded like Boyd's stepfather was trying to talk his mother into letting him go. A few minutes later, Louis came out and smiled, giving Boyd a thumbs-up.

"Just let me have your parents' phone numbers, if you don't mind, young man. And if you could have them give us a call just so we've established communication? I think that should keep everybody happy."

Gavin rattled off the numbers, and then the three of them went into Boyd's room so he could get extra clothes and stuff.

"Don't need those, dude," Gavin said as he took out a set of pyjamas. Boyd raised his eyebrows inquisitively and then blushed. Once he had what he needed, he zipped up his backpack, and they went back out front. He said bye to his little brother and stepfather, and then they got back on their bikes. Their house was less than a five-minute ride away, and they put their bikes in the garage. Dad was home, but Mom wasn't, yet.

"This is my friend Boyd," Gavin said to Dad as he walked inside. "You need to call his stepfather and tell him it's okay for him to sleepover. He says he knows you from the watch."

"He doesn't look much like a terrorist," Dad said drily as he took Louis' card from Gavin.

"Nice to meet you, Boyd," Dad said, offering his hand to shake. "Not sure why you want to hang around with this crazy guy, but you're welcome anytime. Perhaps you'll be a good example."

"He can't resist my charms!" Gavin said dramatically, hugging Boyd and loudly kissing him on the neck. "Nobody can!"

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Fulton," Boyd said, blushing beet-red at Gavin's antics.

They all agreed that it was, and then ran off to play Xbox. About an hour later, Dad asked them what they wanted on it, and a half-hour after that told them it was ready. It was just the three boys eating around the table; Mom and Dad were out on the back porch with whatever they had ordered, but Jay didn't mind. It was only afterward when they had brushed their teeth and Gavin tried to keep him out of his room that Jay objected.

"C'mon, bro," Gavin said. "We'll hang in the morning, but it's nearly your bedtime. Let us have a bit of peace."

"You guys are gonna fap, aren't you?" he whispered. "Well, I want to, too. I've wanted to since we left the professor's house!"

Gavin bent down to whisper in his ear. "Listen, kid, I'm gonna try something more than just fapping. If you come in this room, you better keep your mouth fucking shut, okay? And you have to agree to do everything I tell you to, okay? Everything."

"You wanna find that out, you go get your sleeping bag. I'm not gonna tell you, you have to agree without knowing. And you have to swear."

"I… I swear." Jay's heart was beating hard, and his cheeks were flushed. What was Gavin going to make him do? His big brother could be bossy, but he was never cruel, at least not deliberately. This was about fapping, so he understood it would be something he'd have to do naked. The fear of the unknown made it scary for the boy, but also a bit exciting.

He took his Star Wars sleeping bag from his closet and carried it into Gavin's room, dropping it on the floor between the two beds and unrolling it. Gavin went over and very noticeably locked his door.

Gavin was stripping off his shirt and was down to his briefs. Remembering he'd agreed to do whatever Gavin told him to, he did the same. Then, noticing his big brother was glaring at him, he stripped his underpants off, too. He felt embarrassed being the only one naked. Why did he have to go first? Boyd still had all his clothes on.

"We know you can keep secrets," Gavin said. "So we're going to show you something. You wanna take off your clothes, too?"

"Sure, okay. You're gonna get naked too, right?" Boyd asked as he started to strip.

"Yep." Gavin casually dropped his briefs and let his stiff dick out. Boyd followed suit, and soon all three bald penises were on display. Gavin took out his own sleeping bag, unrolled it next to Jay's, and then put down some pillows.

"Lie down," he said. "Gonna show you something on the TV. Easier than explaining it."

Gavin took a cord from the TV and hooked it into his tablet. He fiddled with the remote and touched the tablet screen a bit, and then something came up on the screen. Jay sucked in his breath: it was two guys in their underwear. They looked like they were old enough to be in college.

"Watch what they do," Gavin said. The volume was turned down, and Jay couldn't imagine what they were saying, but they lay down on a bed as well. Then one of them pulled the underpants down on the other, revealing a huge, thick erection. And then, to Jay's momentary horror, the other guy started to lick it up and down! He began to suspect what Gavin was going to make him do, and he gulped in fright.

The man on the screen then opened his mouth and let the other guy stick his dick inside! He was sucking it like it was a candy cane! Jay darted his eyes sideways; Boyd's face was glued to the screen, and his expression was slack. He had no idea what he was thinking. But Gavin was looking at him, and he was quite able to read his expression. His eyes were telling him in no uncertain terms that he WOULD be doing this tonight. He'd wanted to know, and now he was going to have to pay the price for that knowledge.

After a few minutes, the guys on the screen changed position, and the other one's underpants came down while the first guy took a turn sucking his dick.

"Yeah, it's really hot!" Gavin said. "Even better than fapping. You want Jay and me to show you? You don't have to do it if you don't want to, though. You can just watch."

"All right, I'm gonna start with Jay for a bit, and then he's going to do me, cool?"

Gavin's eyes met his, and made it plain this was not a request! Gavin paused the TV and then rolled Jay over onto his back. His prick was still hard despite the butterflies in his stomach; was Gavin really going to do this to him? And was he really then going to make him do it back?

His legs were tight together, but Gavin put his hands on his thighs and pushed them apart. Then he lay between them and positioned his head right over his crotch. Jay felt his big brother's warm breath on his naked genitals. Was it really going to feel as good as Gavin said? He couldn't quite imagine.

He cried out suddenly as Gavin's tongue licked the underside of his hard boy penis. Not loud, more of a gasp than anything else. It had been a shock, but not a bad one. He saw Boyd watching with rapt attention as Gavin took a second lick, this time getting his balls as well. Tingles ran up and down his body, and his penis twitched in response. Gavin gave him two more licks, one on either side, and then wrapped his lips around the pink head. Jay moaned in pleasure at the intense feelings this generated. His brother slid his mouth up and down on his hard little penis, making his toes curl.

He wasn't sure if he was supposed to pretend that this wasn't his first time having his dick sucked, so he didn't indicate either way. Gavin was trying different things on him; sometimes just sucking it like a lollipop, other times holding it and licking it, and even sucking on his little balls. It all felt good to Jay, and soon his heart was racing and he could tell what was about to happen.

Gavin just kept doing what he was doing, only doing it faster. His lips slid up and down his boy pole a mile a minute, and Jay arched his back, pressing his crotch upward. When he 'got the feeling', it was the best yet, and only the vague memory of the fact that his parents were in the house kept him from crying out loudly. Gavin had slid his hands under his bare bottom, and held him in place as the feeling spread out from his penis through his body. Then he sank back down onto the sleeping bag.

He lay down in the middle of the sleeping bags and put his hands behind his head. Jay and Boyd both lay side by side, facing his throbbing penis.

"Can I go first?" Boyd asked. Jay realized that the other boy really wanted to suck his brother's dick. Jay himself was a bit indifferent; he'd agreed to do it, and also felt that he should pay Gavin back for making him feel so good, but he wasn't going to get in Boyd's way, so he nodded his approval.

Boyd took Gavin's erection in his hand and eagerly licked it. Gavin murmured his approval, so Boyd did it again.

"Okay, your turn," he told Jay. Jay slid up and gingerly gave his brother's penis an experimental lick. Finding nothing unpleasant about it, he applied himself a bit more enthusiastically, before breaking off and letting Boyd have another go. This time, after licking it up and down, Boyd opened his mouth and started to suck. He bobbed his head up and down on Gavin's penis for a minute before he indicated it was Jay's turn.

Jay was a little unsure how this sucking this was supposed to work, and Gavin gently scolded him when his teeth accidentally raked against his brother's penis, but then he figured it out. It was sort of weird, having Gavin's dick in his mouth, but with Boyd right next to him, doing the same thing, it didn't seem as weird as it might.

The two of them tag-teamed Gavin until it was clear that he was getting close to 'getting the feeling'. Jay let Boyd do the honors; sucking on Gavin until his whole body went tense and he orgasmed in Boyd's mouth.

"You ready for your turn?" Gavin asked with a sly grin when he had relaxed for a minute or two. Boyd was very willing to take his place and let the two brothers suck on him. This time, Jay watched closely what Gavin was doing, and picked up some tips. He realized Gavin had been watching those naked guys on his tablet doing this sort of thing for a while, and had learned what to do from them.

Boyd's reaction was even more enthusiastic than Gavin's, and that inspired Jay to make it feel as good as he possibly could. He decided he really liked the boy, even though he was more Gavin's friend than his. And he wanted to be included in their future naked adventures, so he put out his best effort. Much to his satisfaction, he was the one to get Boyd to come: first he felt the boy's penis swell a bit more in his mouth, and then his body started trembling.

Jay latched on and worked his tongue over it like crazy, while continuing to suck at the base. Boyd suddenly shuddered and then cried out, and Jay felt his erection pulsing in his mouth. He waited until he was done, and then looked up at Boyd and smiled. Gavin just leaned back and looked like the cat who ate the canary. Jay knew that Gavin had planned to make this happen, and was now enjoying the satisfaction of making it come true.

They talked for a bit, but after that, they all felt a bit sleepy. The three boys pulled their underpants back on and climbed into their beds. After talking for a bit in the dim light of the room, they soon drifted off to sleep.

The next day was Sunday, and they had agreed to go back to the treehouse and hang out. Some of them wanted to talk about what Professor Bertrand had told them without him around. Jay, Gavin, and Boyd grabbed some breakfast and then pedaled off.

By ten o'clock, everybody was there. Irving had brought a Risk board game, and had gotten a few of them together to play it. Jay had claimed the blue pieces, and was busy trying to hold onto North America.

"Holy crap!" Cole suddenly said, looking up from his phone. "That big office building they're building downtown just collapsed!

"Jesus, Fox. There's probably people who got killed. You really wanna see that?" Rode asked him.

"Actually, they just said they think there's a bunch of construction guys trapped but they can't get them out because of the way it fell. There's huge concrete slabs and they don't have the heavy equipment to move it. They're gonna have to bring it in from Orlando or maybe Tampa. You know, maybe…."

The boys looked at each other. Jay right away saw that Gavin liked the idea, which meant it was probably a bad one.

"No, wait, listen. I can make things weightless with my gravity power. Leon's strong and he can lift anything, especially if I make it not weigh anything. Boyd can light it up under there. We can all do things."

"Shut up, brat," Rode snapped. "You wanna be on the six o'clock news? Because you will, and then our life as we know it is over."

"We can get masks on the way. There's a Party City just near there. Come on; at least let's vote on it."

There was a confused babble as all the boys started to talk. Jay just sat back and watched it all. Eventually, Rode put up his hand and brought some order to the group.

"Okay, fair enough. But all we're voting on is if we ride down there and take a look. We don't do anything unless we think it makes sense to try. They may have the equipment there by the time we arrive. And we don't do anything if we can't do it and not get caught," Rode told them. "Now, let's vote. Start with Cole and then go in a circle."

"Stay. I think we should let the authorities handle it." He felt like a coward, but he wanted to say what he thought was best.

"That's cool, bro," Gavin said, putting his arm around him. "Your vote is just as good as mine."

Jay appreciated the unexpected support. He turned and look at Irving, who was next.

"Go." This was Fox. Leon was next, and he answered the same. Only Boyd and Rode were left.

"I guess…." Boyd looked uncomfortable. Rode had already more or less said he was a 'no', so he was casting the deciding vote.

"Maybe…. go? Because it doesn't mean we're going to do anything, it just means we're going to look and then decide, right?"

"Fair enough," Rode said. "That's five to go, so let's grab our bikes. But nobody goes rushing in, remember? Let's just see what's up. They've probably got the whole site blocked off, anyway."

The boys got up, tumbled down out of the treehouse and went for their bikes. Jay mounted his and followed Gavin as his brother pulled out in front.

"Don't get too far out in front!" Rode warned him. "Not everybody can go as fast as some of us."

"Well, nobody can go as fast as you!" Gavin smiled. "Come on, pour it on and let's see that pink streak go by again."

"I don't even feel very charged up," Rode told him. "So I'm certainly not going to waste power playing games."

"No, that'll look too weird," Rode said. "Nine boys riding down the road shirtless? It'll attract attention and that's just what we don't want. Gavin, where's that Party City store you were talking about?"

The boys rode at a steady pace. Jay's legs started to tire. He and Leon were the smallest of the boys, but now Leon had super strength, so he wasn't going to wear out anytime soon, and this made Jay the slowpoke. His bike was a little small, too. He was thinking he might be getting a new one for Christmas, but that was half a year away. By the time they reached the Party City store, he was totally winded.

"Money? Who needs money? This is for a good cause!" Gavin said as he got off his bike. As Jay watched, his brother disappeared.

"Gavin! No!" Rode scolded, but the other boy already seemed to be gone. Jay noticed that the door was operated by an electric eye – Gavin wouldn't be able to get it to open unless he went visible again. But then somebody else came out, and it they assumed he had snuck in.

"Masks are going to be a few bucks each," Irving said. "And there's nine of us. So we're talking like thirty bucks. You got thirty bucks on you, 'cause I don't."

"PJ Masks," Jay informed him. "The blue one is Cat Boy. The green one is Geko and the red one is Owlette."

The boys started riding again. Now they heard the sirens and other noises. The road was blocked off to cars, but they were able to ride their bikes down the sidewalk. And then they saw it. There was an open square in the front and barricades blocking the way, but they could clearly see the ruins of the building. Some of it was still standing, but there were massive slabs of concrete at the base in a pile and leaning against the ruins of the structure.

Lots of other people were standing around looking and talking. The boys kept quiet, trying to see what they could glean from the conversations. They knew at least some workers were alive in the basement, because they had texted, but they were concerned about oxygen. Fortunately, the disaster had happened during the lunch hour, and very few of the crew had been in the building at the time. But there were anywhere from twenty to thirty men trapped under the rubble.

"They've had to send for more specialized equipment," somebody was saying. "But they just don't know if it's going to come in time, and if they try moving stuff with what they've got, they're afraid of bringing the rest of the building down."

Rode signaled to the others to step back from the barricades, and they all clustered around him.

He led them into a squat office building that was perhaps five stories high, and then had them all crowd into the elevator. He pressed the 5^th floor button, and they started to rise.

The elevator dinged, and they piled out. Porf led them to the stairwell, and they climbed the last set of steps.

"I found out last night that I can do more than just slime things. Eduardo locked me out of the bathroom, but when I fiddled with the knob, I was able to make it pop right open… just like this one!"

The door made a sound, and then Porf opened it. Jay half expected an alarm to blare, but he didn't hear one. The roof was flat and certainly private. The boys clustered around Rode as he turned to face them.

"Like I started to say, I've changed my mind. I think we should try to help, because it sounds like those guys who are trapped might die if we don't. We just need to figure out if we can do it without getting found out."

"Also, do you guys feel fully charged up?" Cole asked. "I don't. If we're going to do this, I need all the power I can get."

He quickly stripped off his shirt and let it drop. Several of the other boys did the same.

"This is still going to take a while, you know," Fox said. "I was experimenting a bit in my backyard yesterday, but I really didn't feel like I was charging up fast until I was just wearing my swimsuit."

"Did any of you guys bring your swimsuits?" Rode asked. "Mine is back at the treehouse."

"Mine is home, but it's really not any different to my shorts," Irving said. "We don't all have sexy speedos like Fox."

"Professor Bertrand said the skin on our thighs converts the solar energy way better than anywhere else," Gavin reminded them. "Maybe we should all get them."

"Well, we don't have them now," Rode pointed out, frustration in his tone. "So unless you're going to rob a nearby swimsuit store, we're out of luck."

"It's probably going to take over an hour with just our shirts off, though," Fox said. "At least, that was how it was working with me."

"Guys?" Jay said nervously. They all turned to look at him and he felt even more uncomfortable. But he couldn't back down, now. "We have our underpants on, right?"

There was a moment of total silence and then the boys started to look at each other.

"Oh, fuck, no!" Irving snapped. "I'm not running around in my underwear in public! You guys are out of your fucking minds!"

"You do what you want," Gavin said. "My little bro just had the best idea yet. Not saying I'm going to stay like this, but nobody else is on the roof. I'm gonna at least get charged up!"

Gavin very deliberately unzipped his shorts, dropped them to his ankles, and then stepped out of them. Now he was standing out in the bright sunlight on the roof wearing nothing more than his tennis shoes and a pair of white briefs. He looked around very defiantly as if daring one of them to challenge him or say something. Jay wasn't about to let this show of family solidarity go unsupported, so he silently took his pants off as well.

"Yep, I gotta do this, anyway," Cole said, stripping down as well. "You're going to need everything I've got." Boyd followed, and then Fox and Leon did as well. Eventually, Irving was the only one left not in his underpants.

"I don't even think I'll be any use," he sighed, as he reluctantly removed his trousers. "But I'll do it, too."

"It makes a huge difference," Gavin said. "Can you feel it? I can just tell how much faster I'm charging up. I'll be at max in about five minutes."

"Let's make a plan, then," Rode suggested. "We put on these masks and then… what? Just walk over and ask the police if we can help?"

"No, we have to sneak," Porf said. "Nobody will let a bunch of boys anywhere near something like that. Gavin, that thing you did over at Professor Bertrand's house where you made Jay kind of invisible, too; do you think you can do that with all of us?"

"I don't know, I can try," Gavin said with a shrug. "Here, everybody hold hands."

Jay took Gavin's hand and then grabbed hold of Fox's hand on his other side. When all the boys were joined, Gavin closed his eyes and concentrated. Jay didn't feel a thing, but all of a sudden the other boys started to fade away. They all murmured in amazement. They weren't quite invisible – Jay could sort of see them dimly, but only because he knew exactly where they were.

"Okay, don't waste power," Rode said, letting go of Porf and Leon and becoming visible again. "We know it works."

"We just have to avoid the crowd," Porf was saying. "See, we can go by that building, get past the barricades, walk across the square and then get to the back of the rubble. And then Cole and Leon might be able to find something they can move. Now let's put on those masks."

"Not a red one," Leon said, handing it back. "Owlette's a girl. Gimmie a Cat Boy one."

"Oh, for…" Gavin muttered, switching the red mask for a blue one. The boys all put the masks on and adjusted them.

"I'm gonna have to stay in my underpants," Gavin said. "I'll be using power up like crazy with all of you and I'll need to recharge as I go. Anyway, doesn't matter, I'll be invisible, anyway."

"We're all gonna have to do that," Rode said. "We can't charge up inside the building, but we want to be topped right up. Here, let's find a place to hide our clothes."

Fox gathered them all in a ball and stuffed them behind an exhaust port. Then they went to the door of the stairwell and all held hands again, Gavin in the middle.

"I'll lead," Rode said. "Everybody just make sure you hold on tight. And don't talk unless you have to, and then just whisper. And try to walk as softly as you can. We don't want people hearing us."

"If there's nobody in the stairwell, I'm gonna hold off on making us go invisible until just before we go outside," Gavin suggested. "No point wasting power."

"Okay, then we don't have to hold hands yet, but everybody stay close." He pushed open the door and then listened. Hearing that the coast was clear, he nodded and the others followed him in.

Jay felt the same way. Other than the mask and his shoes, he was wearing nothing but a pair of briefs as they quietly climbed down the steps. Even though all the other boys were dressed just the same, he still felt terribly exposed. It was almost as bad as being naked.

They got down to the ground floor and all linked up. Gavin concentrated, and they all faded. Somebody opened the door – Jay figured it must have been Rode as he'd been in the lead, and they shuffled out. He imagined it must look weird for anybody watching – the door opening, staying open with nobody there, and then closing as they all got out. Porf had been at the other end of the chain of boys, and he made sure it closed quietly. He needn't have bothered; everybody in the area was staring at the collapsed construction site.

Gavin was holding one of his hands, and Cole the other. Without talking, they started to slowly make their way toward the site. It was a bit jerky, trying to stay in a line when you could barely see the person in front of you. Jay held on tightly; not only would he become visible if his hand slipped out of Gavin's grasp, but so would all the boys behind him. And then everybody would see them standing around in their underpants! He blushed, even though he was effectively invisible.

It had been no problem sneaking past the barricades and making their way across the square. There were EMT people as well as lots of cops, but they were not approaching too closely at the moment. Jay spotted a short, stocky woman with short, brown hair barking orders, and figured she must be in charge. He didn't want her to see him – she looked like the type who would arrest him for being practically naked in public.

Rode led them around to the back of the site. It was blocked off as well, but all the milling rescue crews were in the front. They came to stand in front of a huge concrete slab – it looked like it had been part of a wall that had cracked and flipped over.

"Hey, let's not use real names," Porf said. "Some of us have ones that aren't that common. Let's come up with code names or something."

"Gah, don't call me 'Gravity Boy', that sounds retarded," Cole groused. "Here, let me get closer."

"I need both my hands," he said. "Um… Blue Balls Boy, keep holding me but slide your hand up my arm and onto my shoulder, okay?"

"Just call me 'Blue Balls'," Jay asked, sliding his hand up Cole's bare arm and then grabbing him by the shoulder. He could feel the other boy moving as he put his hands on the mass of concrete.

"Be really careful, Superbrat," Rode said. "Don't try to lift it very much. Just see if you can move it and maybe shift it to the side and see if there's an opening behind it."

"Piece of cake!" Leon said, and to Jay's amazement, the giant slab lifted up slightly. With Rode and Porf directing him, he shifted it a few feet to the right, and they saw a black opening behind it.

"That's enough. Put it down. Gently, gently," Rode said. There were clouds of dust from it shifting, and several of the boys were coughing.

"Okay, ah, Light Boy. Come forward with me. Once we get inside there, we can stop holding hands and go visible."

Boyd had been on the other side of Gavin, so he didn't have far to go to get up by Rode. The two boys let go and became visible as they walked into the open hole. It looked like it might be tight, but Boyd lit it up, and it was clear that this led into a large open space. As they came under the shadow, one by one the boys let go and became visible. Jay had almost gotten used to being out in the open in his underpants, but now the weird feeling came back. The others were looking ahead; there was one more tight spot ahead of them before they came to the large open space.

"Fuck you, you skinny bitch," Irving said, though without any heat behind it. Jay didn't think Gavin would say something like that if Irving was really fat, but since he was a bit rotund, it was just the sort of thing his brother liked to tease about.

"Light Boy, you have to go first," Rode said. Once you get in, see what you can see, and then we'll follow."

Boyd turned sideways and started to shimmy through the entrance. In about twenty seconds, he was in, and he illuminated the space.

"We're coming!" Rode answered. "We have to be careful and come slowly, though. Hang on!"

"Oh, thank God!" the voice said. "I thought I was dead! I'm trapped under a beam, and my legs are broken!"

"We'll be there soon!" Rode promised as he forced his way through the tight crack. Leon went next, and then Gavin. When it was Jay's turn, he turned sideways as the others had done, and wiggled his way in between the fallen chunks of concrete. There was enough room to move, but the rough surface kept scraping against his bare skin. He tried not to think about the huge weight that was above him. Irving was next, and much to the portly boy's annoyance, he had a harder time slipping through than anybody else. His stomach was clearly scraped up when he came out of the other side.

"Who, me?" Gavin said with a look of false innocence on his face. "Anyway, I'm not 'Invisible Boy'."

"Well then, until you come up with something better, I'm going to call you 'Asshole Boy'," Irving grumped.

The other boys were coming through, and Jay was looking around the space. The roof had fallen through in several places, and steel beams were leaning at various angles, but there was plenty of open space. Once Porf made it in, the boys started walking toward the sound of the trapped man's voice. Sure enough, there was a large steel beam sticking out of a pile of rubble. The man was lying on the ground groaning, with his lower half covered in rubble.

"Jesus, you're just a bunch of little kids!" the man said when he saw them. "What are you doing here?"

"Um… it's not too bad. I can tell my left leg is broken. My right one might be too, I can't tell that, but this beam came down after a chunk of concrete knocked me down, and that's what broke my leg. The beam is just keeping me in place. How the hell are you going to help? Where are the real rescuers? And what the hell happened, was this terrorists? Or an earthquake?"

"It was just a construction fault," Rode told him. "That's what we heard. And we'll show you in a minute how we are going to get you out."

"Fucking cheap-ass Gramin Corp," the man swore. "If they didn't cut so many corners on this job. I hope they get sued into bankruptcy!"

"Um…I really don't think so," he said. "See? Part of it's covered under that pile of rubble, there. Even if Superbrat could yank it out, it might cause more stuff to fall down. I don't think we can get this guy out until they come along and cut it in half."

"I don't want to be 'Fire Boy'. Call me 'The Flamer' And here, look, I was experimenting yesterday and I came up with this!"

Fox put up his finger and a small, thin flame appeared at the end of it. Fox furrowed his eyes, and then the flame went from orange to blue.

Fox held his finger next to the beam and put the flame to it. The metal heated up, and then as they watched, a gap started to appear where the super high heat burned through it.

Fox held his hand steady as his flame ate through the beam. But then his brow furrowed again.

"I'm running out of juice," he said. "I'm going to have to go outside and recharge or something."

"Light Boy, come closer," Rode said. "Let's see just how much he has left. Maybe Superbrat can break it."

Boyd came over and held his light globe out and increased the power. It showed that the beam was about two-thirds of the way cut through, but there was still a bit to go.

With the extra charge, Fox cut through the rest of the beam in short order. Cole degraved it, and Leon lifted it up off the man. There was still concrete under it, but they carefully lifted that as well until he was free. There was no way he was going anywhere, though. Jay felt sick to his stomach at the obviously broken legs.

"They were all down in the basement," he said. "But the roof fell down on the stairwell. Right over there, see?"

The boys looked. There was a pile of concrete towards the edge. There would be no way for conventional equipment to move it unless the portions of the building that were still standing were removed.

"Sure thing, Pink Streak!" Cole answered cheekily as he and Leon went over to the mass of rubble.

"You were just waiting for an excuse to call me that, weren't you?" Rode said. "Well, joke's on you, because I like it. I'll be Pink Streak."

They moved several medium-sized chunks, but then they were having trouble with a bigger one.

"Problem, Pink Streak. This one's degraved, but it's like it's wedged. It's stuck."

All the boys besides Fox went over to investigate. He was giving the wounded man a drink of water. Jay sneezed from all the dust in the air. First, they all tried to help Leon out, but they couldn't budge it.

Porf interrupted him with a laugh. "I'm teasing you, amigo. Besides, I already know what I want to be called. Slippery Dick."

"I know it's a fish, but… oh, fuck it, you wanna be Slippery Dick, you can be Slippery Dick," Rode said. "So, Slippery Dick, what if you spray your slippery stuff all over the edge of this thing?"

"Shut up, Asshole Boy," Rode said. "See? It would be like we were oiling it. It might come loose then."

"Okay, but I think it would work better if we had Water Boy spray it down first to remove all the little rocks and dust. Like a pressure wash."

Irving put out his hand, and a stream of water shot out. He carefully aimed it, blasting away the small rocks and concrete chunks that were covering the edge of the slab. About a minute and a half later, it was clean.

"Flamer, come over and make this water evaporate!" Porf said. "It's going to work better if we don't have my stuff mixing with it."

Fox did as he was asked, and soon the slab was both clean and bone dry. Then Porf liberally coated it with his globs of lube. Then Leon and Cole tried again. This time, there was a grinding sound and it started to move. The others pitched in, and they were able to pry it free. Leon carefully stacked it next to the top of the now-opened stairwell.

"Anybody down there?" Rode shouted as Boyd sent a floating ball of light into the dark space. Several voices came back, excitedly asking if it was safe for them to come up. Rode told them that it was, and one by one, the workmen started to appear. They were covered with concrete dust, but all looked to be in good health. They were clearly shocked, though, to see the size of their rescuers, as well as how they were dressed. Jay blushed at all the big, burly men staring at him in his underpants. He went next to his big brother, and kept hoping Gavin would make them invisible.

"They have incredible superpowers," the wounded man said from where he still lay.

"Yeah, I'm over here with broken legs. These boys got a huge beam off me. But it hurts like fucking hell."

Several of the men went over and took a look at their co-worker and expressed concern at the condition of his legs.

"We can't move you," the first one said. "It might not be safe. We need to get a medic in here."

"The entrance is a little tight," Porf warned. "You won't be able to get a stretcher through it."

"Show me," the man asked. Porf took him over to it and he squeezed out, though he had much more trouble than Irving had entering. Other men started to squeeze out as well, crying out in delight as they reached the fresh air.

"What are we going to do, Pink Streak?" Fox asked in alarm. "They're going to bring everybody in here!"

"I know, I know. Well, we can't get out. Not while those guys are squeezing their way through."

"Look, I don't like it either, but we have masks on. Nobody knows who we are, right? Pretend we've got on swimsuits."

"It's not a swimsuit, it's my underpants," Jay muttered, but he didn't want to be making a big fuss. At least they'd saved the guys who were trapped.

Soon two medics pushed in, and they dashed over to the wounded man and started to assess him. The burly man who had seemed to be the leader came back in as well, and walked over to Rode.

"The officer in charge would like you boys to come out. She wants to speak to you."

"Don't worry, boys, we'll stand up for you," he assured them. "You saved our lives, we're not going to let anything bad happen to you."

The boys lined up and made their way back outside. Jay squinted against the bright light and tried to stay in the background. Being out in the broad daylight in his underpants was even worse than being in the dim ruins of the building. The aggressive-looking female officer was glaring at them.

"I don't like. 'Pink Streak' isn't a name. What is your real name, boy? I'm going to need all of your names!"

"Oh, cut the shit, boy. You're going to be giving me your names, or else I'll just arrest you all and you'll have to give them to me, anyway. What the hell did you little idiots think you were doing?"

"Excuse ME, officer," the head construction worker interjected. "Those boys just saved our damn lives, so we'd appreciate it if you showed them a little respect."

"Respect? Respect for screwing around in an unstable accident site? We had proper equipment on the way as well as trained professionals. Who knew what they were doing!"

"Well, we didn't have a lot of air down there, so we're quite thankful for the rescue."

"Captain Van Dyke?" he asked. Jay heard Gavin snort in laughter at the name, though he had no idea why. Officer Van Dyke shot him a murderous look and then turned to the other policeman.

"We've confirmed that all workmen are accounted for. There's only the one injury, and the medics are strapping splints to his legs, and think they can get him through the entrance by turning the stretcher sideways. Should we make a statement to the press?"

"Also… ah, they heard something about the boys, and are asking if they were the ones who rescued the men."

"I didn't need these… these… underpants boys to solve this problem!" she snapped.

"Well, we sure as shit didn't see any of you all in there pulling us out!" one of the workmen barked. They had gathered around and formed a line between Captain Van Dyke and the boys.

"Run off if you boys want," one of them said to Rode. "We won't let her follow you."

He reached out to the two closest boys and held hands. In seconds they were all linked up, and then Gavin made them fade away. The workmen whistled in appreciation, and Jay let himself be led as they made a wide circle around the men and the police. Captain Van Dyke was loudly demanding to know where the boys were, and the men were keeping their mouths shut. Soon they were free and clear, and they scurried to the building where they had left their clothes and ascended to the roof.

"Well, how about that!" Gavin said as he dropped the invisibility and raised his fists in the air in triumph. "Wasn't that something?"

"And we saved all those guys!" Leon cheered. "Oooooh, boy, wasn't that policewoman mad?"

"Let's go back to HQ," Rode suggested. "I'm covered with dust, and I want to rinse off in the pond."

Jay was quite happy to put his clothes back on. Soon all the boys were dressed, and they went down and got on their bikes and took off. They were mostly silent at they rode, single-minded in their goal to reach their destination as soon as possible. Jay felt the now familiar tingling in his groin, and knew the other boys must be feeling it as well. When they got there, they parked their bikes and trotted to the pond by the tree.

"No, 'cause I'm not going to bother," Rode said. "I'm going in in my underwear."

He started stripping down. Leon shrugged and did the same, as did the other boys. Jay didn't even have his swimsuit handy, so he was just as glad everyone else was going to be in the same boat.

The water was nice and cool after an afternoon in the Florida heat. Jay even had small fragments of concrete in his blond hair, and he was happy to wash it all off. The boys played around, retelling stories of their heroic rescue of the construction crew, and offering up opinions on each other's chosen superhero names. Porf was taking a lot of flak for 'Slippery Dick', but that seemed to make him want to keep it even more.

"So, Asshole Boy, you gonna come up with something, or are we gonna go with that?" Irving asked Gavin.

"Oh, I thought of a name," Gavin said, turning on his flying powers and hovering above the water.

"Because seagulls fly," Gavin said as he drifted over right in front of Rode, "They're all over Florida. Plus, we all get to choose our names and that's… mine! Mine? Mine! Mine! Mine!"

All the boys groaned as Gavin went into a full imitation of the seagulls from Finding Nemo.

"Oh God, that's actually perfect," Irving said. "An annoying bird that has nothing interesting to say, but never shuts up and shits all over the place. Gavin, you couldn't have picked a better name if you thought about it for a hundred years."

Irving responded by shooting him in the face with a blast of water, and then there was a full-on wrestling match, which several of the other boys got involved in, including Jay. He figured the least he could do was help his brother out! By the time the boys were done dunking and splashing each other, they were all smiling and panting.

Gavin flew up from the water, and Jay followed. They had to wait for Rode to come up because he had the key, but then all the boys went inside. Erections had started to sprout inside the wet briefs, and everybody was looking around with nervous anticipation. Everyone started to look at Rode.

"Okay, you need me to go first? I'll go first," he said, as he stripped off his wet underpants. He tossed them into a corner, where they landed with a soggy thump. His penis was sticking out at right angles as it filled with blood. The other boys started to drop their briefs as well. Jay peeled his off, and piled them with everyone else's.

The boys started to sit down and size each other up. Were they going to fap themselves or would they be doing each other? Jay was hoping for the latter.

"Hey guys," Gavin said as they looked around. Jay didn't like the tone of his voice. His brother was up to something.

"Like what?" Rode asked. He had his hand at the base of his erection, and he was fiddling with it.

"Not saying you have to. First one's free. But if you ever want it again, you have to do it back. Deal?"

"If you're crazy enough to do it, I'll let you," Rode said. The other boys were looking at Gavin slack-jawed. Jay didn't really like that his brother was being singled out that way, and somewhere he found the courage to speak up.

Jay lay down on the mat and put his face next to Leon's crotch. The dick he was about to suck was smaller than Gavin's or Boyd's, so he wasn't worried about it. He was aware that everybody was watching him, so he tried to block them out, and licked the end of Leon's penis.

"Ooooooh!" Leon said, delighted with the feeling. Gavin had started to work on Rode's big cock as well, and then put it in his mouth. Rode moaned in pleasure.

"Um… okay, if you're volunteering," Fox said. He held out his stiff organ, and Boyd scooted over to get his lips on it. The fact that there were three boys sucking on dicks made Jay feel less embarrassed about it. And, clearly, those who were being sucked were pretty happy about the situation. Jay had Leon's little prick totally inside his mouth as he sucked it hard, even taking in his wrinkled little scrotum. Leon was giggling and squealing as he experienced this new type of pleasure. A quick glance picked up Porf slowly stroking his dick while watching Gavin sucking Rode, and Irving and Cole both at loose ends, playing with themselves but looking as if they wished they were involved with somebody else.

Jay focused totally on Leon. He had one hand on his hairless mound, and with the other, he fiddled with the other boy's scrotum. Leon was quite expressive, which only encouraged Jay to lick and suck him more. Leon had his hands on the floor, and was now lifting his bottom up slightly, pushing harder against Jay's lips. He sensed that Leon was close to 'getting the feeling', so he redoubled his efforts. His tongue pressed against the other boy's little hole at the end of his dick, and then spun circles around his cockhead, rasping along the underside of the edge. Leon cried out, and his penis started to throb in Jay's mouth. He sucked extra hard, making Leon squirm as he orgasmed. Others were watching, but Jay didn't care. He was just proud that he'd gotten Leon to come before Gavin or Boyd had managed it with their partners.

Leon twitched and wriggled as the good feelings surged through his body. Jay smiled up at him and enjoyed watching his pleasure.

"So," Leon said when he was done having his orgasm, "Want me to do it back to you, now?"

"Yeah!" Jay said. The more that did it the better, as far as he was concerned. And he was really eager to get his penis sucked again.

Leon started, but Jay immediately realized why Gavin had complained about his teeth the night before, and had to stop the other boy and explain how to use his lips to prevent that. Leon seemed to be a quick study, though he was not anywhere near as good at doing it as Gavin had been. But it felt good enough to get Jay going.

He watched as Rode suddenly pulled his penis out of Gavin's mouth and proceeded to ejaculate on himself. After sixty seconds of groaning in pleasure, he took a paper towel and wiped it off. Jay focused on what Rode was going to do as the bigger boy's baby brother sucked his dick. Rode was the key to the whole group, after all. Would he be scornful now that he'd had his fun?

"I don't know which I find harder to believe," Rode said to him. "That I'm about to suck another guy's dick, or that, of all the dicks I might have to suck, it's going to be yours!"

Gavin grinned in delight, but then tried to get a more serious expression on his face.

"You don't really have to if you don't want to, you know. I didn't do it for that. You could just fap me if you want."

"No, fair's fair. And I'll be honest, that felt really fucking good! Besides, I can't let my little brother show me up, can I?"

Leon looked up from Jay's bald penis and gave Rode a thumbs-up. Rode and Gavin changed places, and then Jay watched as his big brother started to get his boner licked by the biggest and coolest boy in the whole gang.

Right around that time, Boyd got Fox to come, and the two of them switched places without comment. Irving, Porf and Cole were sitting around fapping, but then Irving offered to start jacking Cole and the two of them began to trade off. Porf grunted and blew his load on himself. Just watching the white juice shoot out of his hard, brown penis got Jay extra excited, and he felt the wave coming for him as well. He rode it up the crest and then clenched his buttocks together and came between Leon's lips. Then he relaxed as the wave slowly receded, leaving him feeling calm and content in its wake.

One by one, the other boys came as well. Jay had been worried that there might be some awkwardness; after all, he'd just sucked another boy's penis while most of the rest of them watched! But the fact that, at the end of it, 2/3rds of them had done the exact same thing took any edge off it. He suspected even Irving, Cole and Porf wished they'd taken part in the suck-a-thon, now.

"Well, that was a really intense day," Rode said, leaning back against the wall. All the boys had put on their underpants, and a couple had put on their shorts, but that was it.

"Nineteen," Cole said, looking up from his phone. "I'm reading an article about it now."

The boys started to clamour for more information: what was said, were they mentioned? Porf asked for the news service so he could find it on his own phone.

"It's on WUND's website," Cole said. "Not a lot of info. They aren't sure what caused the building to collapse, but it's being investigated, blah, blah, blah. There's a short interview with the construction foreman. He talks about some 'unusual helpers'. That police captain denies a report that anybody but proper officials assisted them…"

"Fucking lying bitch!" Gavin shouted. "What was her name? Dyke? Probably really is one!"

'Hey, I, for one, am just as happy not to be in the newspaper," Rode snapped back. "But, yeah, she did seem like kind of a bitch."

Phones were passed around so that everybody who wanted could read the article, but Jay didn't bother. Like Rode, he was just happy not to be in it. He would have died if there was a picture of him on the website in his underpants, even with a mask covering some of his face.

"So, are we gonna do this again?" Irving asked. "Are we gonna be a superhero team, then?"

"I have an idea," Jay said. They all looked at him, and he blushed. What if they thought it was a stupid name?

"The Underpants Boys," Fox said, experimentally. "You know, I kind of… like it."

"Okay, I say we're The Underpants Boys," Rode said. "If you want to vote in favor, raise your hand."

Nine hands went up. Jay smiled in delight. He'd almost not had the nerve to say it, and now he'd named the team!

"We're The Underpants Boys!" Rode said. "We're superheroes in our underpants! The Underpants Boys are here to save the day!"

Jay leaned back and smiled. He could sense something special had happened. The nine of them were a team now. They shared amazing secrets that nobody else would ever know. All the same, he swore to himself that he wasn't going to ditch his other friends, especially not Henry. Superheroes always had normal lives too; he'd figure it out. They all would. But when Orange City needed them, The Underpants Boys would be there!

As I said at the end of chapter 6, I originally intended for the 'origin story' to be one chapter and have it told by Boyd. But it grew too long and I realized I needed to say more, so I switched narrators and kept it going. I already knew what I wanted the upcoming chapters narrated by Porfirio and Rode to be about, so that only left Jay, who had probably been the least developed character up to then. I'd not done much with him – most of the characteristics one typically associates with a 'little brother' character, I'd already given to Leon. So I started thinking about why he might be so quiet and realized with Gavin being such a chatterbox (something I established fairly early), Jay might not be able to get in a word edgewise. I actually know a boy like that – his younger brother never shuts up, so he's usually silent. I had also, back in chapter 3, used Sir Shame to suggest he doesn't think of himself as very bright, so I made that a part of it, too.

I really don't remember where I got his powers from. Electricity being associated with the color blue is probably something I got from Dungeons and Dragons where blue dragons breathe out lightning. Making the electricity he throws into a round shape was really just a shameless way for me to call him 'blue balls'. I knew I wanted more than one flying character, so I added that, though in hindsight having the two fliers be brothers does make it a bit complicated. There are actually not a huge number of boys' names that suggest 'blue' unless you start getting into some really obscure ones like 'Oldwin' or 'Okko'. But 'Jay', of course, comes from the bird 'Blue Jay', and it works as he has the power of flight and it just seems like a very normal name for a boy to have. Going forward, Jay is never going to be the most outgoing or assertive character, but at least I now understand him a good bit better, and might be able to do a little more with him.

I knew I wanted them to face a challenge and then decide to become a crime-fighting team, but I was stuck as to how to do that. If they saw a crime going down, there was no way they'd have time to talk it over, figure out what they needed and then stop the crime. But I have a morbid habit of watching 9/11 footage around the anniversary of that event, and that was what made me think of a building collapse. Also, a few months before I wrote this, a large concrete pedestrian bridge that was under construction collapsed in Miami. I merged the two ideas, and there I had a situation where the boys had a crisis that they could help with, but enough time to find their way forward. Unlikely that nobody would be killed in such an accident (several died in the Miami one), but I didn't want the boys to have to deal with that, so you might have to suspend a little bit of extra disbelief.

Having a law enforcement official who is put off by masked vigilantes is something of a comic book trope, so I decided to write one in. Making her a misandrist lesbian (another trope) just meant that she'd be even more pissed off by having to deal with a troupe of super-powered little boys in their underpants. Giving her the last name Van Dyke was probably gilding the lily, but at times I can be as childish as Gavin, so I went with it.

Even with this chapter down, there's actually still some 'origin' stuff that I would like to cover. But rather than a third origin chapter, I am going to put it in chapter 10, which will be a series of flashbacks. That will enable me to cover the happenings I want without having to weave them all into a narrative that takes place in one short period of time. You'll see when we get to chapter 10 why I chose to do it that way. For one thing, at the end of this chapter, all the boys remain virgins, and I would like to document each of their 'first times'.

The next chapter is going to focus on Porfirio, and it should be a little different, with a narrower focus than some of these other chapters.

Chapter 08

Porfirio awoke to the sounds of his family drifting up the stairs. Papa was opening doors, calling names and getting everybody up. He knew if he didn't get a move on, Papa would be coming up the steps to bang loudly on his door, so he threw the sheets off and got up. Not bothering to put on any clothes, he trotted down the stairs in his purple briefs to beat the tribe of little boys to the bathroom. He got there just before Eduardo, and was able to empty his bladder first while his five-year-old brother danced in urgent need to do the same. Then he brushed his teeth while the others started to line up.

"Wipe the seat off," he commanded Eduardo, whose aim was still lacking. "Other people gotta sit there, hey?"

Having done that, he went back up to his attic room and picked out clothes for the day. Nothing special: jeans and a T-shirt with the logo of his favorite fútbol team. He was quite happy with his little corner of the world; as the family had grown, he'd expected his room would start to fill with little brothers. Instead, Papa had offered to convert half of the attic into a loft bedroom for him so he would have his own space. The only downside was that he had to go downstairs to use the bathroom, but he was happy to trade that little bit of inconvenience for the extra privacy.

Nobody ever bothered him up here, and there was space for a friend to sleep over; even more, if they put down sleeping bags. Papa didn't know it, but the window also offered an easy way to sneak out if he ever wished; there were no other windows on that back corner of the house, and he had a hidden rope he could climb down. Not that he'd ever used it, but it was nice to know it was there.

Once dressed, he went back down to the second floor. He stopped to help the twins get dressed, and then marched them down to the kitchen.

"Buenos Dias," Mama said. "Will you take care of Gabriel while I get breakfast ready?"

Porf picked up his two-year-old brother and set him in his high chair. He got him to eat while Mama cooked up a pile of bacon and eggs. Once Gabriel had eaten, he quickly changed him and then let him loose to toddle around. His two younger sisters had been press-ganged into setting the table, and the little boys were taking their places. Mama started to fill plates, and everybody started to eat.

"We are going over to Abuela's tonight," Papa said. "So everybody has to be ready for five o'clock."

Porf knew better than to complain aloud, but he groaned inside. It was okay for the younger children, but he found Abuela's house to be really boring. He was suspecting that his father felt the same way about spending so much time at his mother-in-law's house, but it made Mama happy, so that was probably why he went along.

The twins started fighting, so Porf moved his chair and sat between the two four-year-olds. Of course, then they demanded to be placed back together, but he ignored them. Wilmer was asking Porf what he was doing today, but he had no desire to hang around with his seven-year-old brother, so he was non-committal.

"Porfirio, how is Maria?" Papa suddenly asked. "I have not heard you talk about her for a while."

"She likes somebody else now," he fibbed. Well, not really a fib. He had seen her walking arm in arm with Hector Alonso, but he wasn't sure if they were officially a 'thing' or not. Truth was, he'd stopped paying attention to her, and had ignored her efforts to reconnect. Her attention had gone from flattering to annoying right after the Incident.

"Papa, it is not right to break girls' hearts," his sister Suri said with all the conviction a ten-year-old could manage. "Do you want a boy to break my heart?"

"I am going to have many boyfriends," Mitzi said. "I am going to be like a princess."

"You are only nine years old," Papa reminded her. "You will not be having boyfriends anytime soon!"

The family bantered until everybody was done, and then each of the children took their plates to the sink. It was Suri's turn to wash, so Porf retreated to his room and sent out a few texts. He made plans to meet his friend Caesar and kick the soccer ball around for the morning. After that, he was going to meet Rode for lunch down at the mall. He went down to the garage and grabbed his bike.

"Don't forget to be back by 5 pm!" his father shouted out of the window as he rode off. Porf waved in acknowledgment and pedalled down to the park, where Caesar was waiting. As they started to kick the ball around, a few other boys showed up and joined in. Caesar was the only one of his friends who was as good as him, so he enjoyed sparring against him.

After a couple of hours, they took a break, and Porf rode down to the mall to meet Rode. He was hanging out in the food court playing on his phone when Porf came and sat next to him. They ordered from the Chinese place and started to munch.

"So what's up?" Rode asked between bites. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yeah, ah, I just feel a little weird about it," Porf said, looking around. Nobody was stilling near them, he verified.

"Back before. You know, before…. It happened. Did you think about girls? I mean when you'd… fap?" Porf whispered the last wor,d and blushed as he said it.

"Me either," Porf admitted with a sigh. "I've tried a few times but… nothing."

"Yeah, but after… It happened, I just stopped thinking about her. She's just annoying now. She giggles all the time. I stopped talking to her."

"I guess… I don't really care. Not right now. My dad got really hurt, you know?"

"I know, but it's different for me. Everything was so normal. Now it's all crazy. My Papa asked me about Maria this morning. What am I going to tell him? I can't tell him the truth."

"Oh, it's just… I'm the firstborn son. It matters. He expects me to be this big macho guy. Have lots of girlfriends, then marry one and carry on the family name."

"Hide it. For now, I can. In a few years? I don't know. Maybe go out with a girl just to make him happy. Who knows, maybe this part of it will… wear off, or something."

It was clear to Porf that Rode didn't think that was very likely, but was polite enough not to say so. He just needed to share it with somebody else who understood.

"Come on, let's go see a movie," Rode said, picking up the food tray and dumping the leftovers in the garbage. "Forget about it for now."

The theater was just around the corner, and the film they wanted to see was going to start in a few minutes.

"Jay told Leon about it. He was supposed to mail something for his mom and forgot. Then he tried to hide it. Jay said he was this close to getting his ass spanked, but his fast mouth saved him. Anyway, he's under house arrest for the whole weekend."

They shared a drink and a tub of popcorn as they enjoyed the movie. As they walked out, discussing the high points of the film, Rode's phone buzzed.

"Text from Cole," he said. "Hmm, that's weird. He says he got a text about a possible attack by some super villains."

"Who would announce something like that ahead of time? Doesn't make sense, amigo."

"Yeah, Cole is confused, too. He says he wants to meet us down by the Orange State campus."

"Yeah, I'm just sending out a text to whoever else can come. Everyone will have to ride. No van without Gavin to fly it, and Jay doesn't have a phone."

The two boys unlocked their bikes and rode down the street. Orange State was a mid-sized state college with about 20,000 students. There was a fountain by the front entrance, and they parked there, waiting to see who else showed up. Fox rode up first, and raised his eyebrows inquisitively.

"Not Jay or Leon. Can't even reach them. Gavin's grounded. Irving's on the way. Boyd can't come, he's doing something with his family."

"I'm sure we can handle whatever comes our way, amigo," Porf said. "Let's just see what Cole has to say."

"I got this text, see?" Cole said, handing over his phone. "I don't recognize the number. But it's freaking me out."

"Reports are that a group of super-powered individuals known as the Social Justice Warriors intend to violently disrupt a speech by provocateur Miko Tseratopolis this afternoon at Orange State College," Rode read. "Tseratopolis is scheduled to speak at 4:30 pm in the Bob Graham Auditorium. Extra security has been hired to deal with protests, but the authorities are totally unaware of the proposed plans of the SJW team. Information is limited on this group, but rumors indicate they are a group of millennials, mostly female, and may be intending to use the violent tactics of protest groups like ANTIFA."

"You should, now. Ask the person why they sent it to you. And do a search on those Social Justice Warriors. See if you can find any details."

"These SJW people have shown up a few times. Two months ago, they ran some protesters off who were harassing an abortion clinic."

"Maybe not, but they also crashed a shareholders' meeting of a big oil company, and five people got hurt in the stampede of people trying to get out of the place."

"Isn't Miko whateverhisnameis that crazy gay guy who calls himself the 'Scary Fairy'? Fox asked.

"Hadn't noticed you complaining, you cheap-ass Jew," Rode shot back. All the boys snickered, Irving most of all.

"Fuck, I don't like this," Porf said. "That makes it sound like somebody knows about us."

"I got a message once before, you know," Cole said. "After that thing with the rocket. It was an email speculating that there was something weird about the launch."

"Tell you what? That somebody sent me a weird email? Whoever sent it didn't suggest I had anything to do with it. I thought maybe I signed up for some space message service and forgot about it."

"We don't even know that it came from the same person," Porf reminded them. "Might be nothing."

"Ask who sent it," Rode suggested. Cole did so and waited for the reply. It came moments later.

"I don't know. The whole thing stinks," Porf muttered. "What are we supposed to do about it, anyway? Show up to this crazy man's speech in our underpants just waiting to see if super-powered freaks attack? That doesn't make sense to me."

"Yeah, if we had Boyd, he could power us up quick if we needed it, but without him, we'd have to charge up before we went in there. Not too many places here for us to lie around and soak up the rays."

"That's only a problem if people can see you," a disembodied voice suddenly said just behind Porf. He was so startled he nearly shit himself.

"Gavin!" he hissed. "¡Mamahuevo! What are you doing scaring the shit out of me like that?"

"Hey, I'm in my underpants. I don't want to be sitting out all loud and proud. I might have to fight the college girls off with a stick."

"Supposed to be. Easy to sneak out when you can walk through walls. But I figured you might need me, so I flew here. Hopefully, I'll be back before Mom or Dad thinks to check my room. Otherwise, it's my ass, literally. So I hope you all appreciate the risk I'm taking for you!"

"Nobody asked you to blow off being grounded," Porf said. "But since you're here, we might as well take advantage. Let's find a place to put our bikes and then power up."

It was a college campus, so there was no shortage of bike racks. They went over to the building where the speech was supposed to happen and went into a bathroom to strip down. Once they had their clothes in a couple of backpacks, they held hands and walked back outside invisibly. Porf felt the sunlight on his bare skin, and within minutes he was charged up.

Security was all around the building, but Porf opened an emergency exit door and got them all in. They found a spot on the second floor looking down at the auditorium that gave them a great view of everything, and waited. At 4:30, an official came out from the college, gave a boring reminder about free speech, and was booed by a large segment of the crowd.

"This is going to be fun," Gavin said. "Miko is crazy. Have you ever watched him on YouTube? He pisses everybody off."

"How long are we going to stay?" Irving asked. "What if these supposed villains don't show?"

To a mixture of loud cheers and boos, Miko took the stage. With theatrical and flamboyant gestures, he commanded the podium and went into his act. And it WAS an act, Porf realized. Whatever the man really thought, he clearly liked insulting people and making them upset. It wasn't his type of humor, but he could see why Gavin found him so funny. He just hoped nobody would notice that there was laughter coming from some empty chairs.

"Here we go, here we go," Rode said. The boys let go of each other and turned visible. A small group was approaching the stage. A pair of security guards moved to intercept them but suddenly one of the women shot fire from her chest, making them duck for cover.

"Black Hole, degrav us," Rode said. "We're going down. Seagull, put us between them and Miko."

The six boys linked up again and flew over the crowd, which was starting to get nervous. A few had already headed for the exits. One of the protesters had held up her hands, and a pink cloud was forming in front of her, drifting toward the attendees. As it reached them, they started to loudly cough.

"Hey, some of us want to hear what Miko has to say!" Gavin shouted as they landed. "Back off!"

"Little boys in underpants?" a young woman with cropped red hair and glasses sneered. "Is that who Miko hired for extra security? Really?"

"At least that rhymes this time," Porf said, moving to face one of the others, a dark-skinned woman with a T-shirt that said 'Free Palestine'.

"You're a boy of color!" she said when she saw him. "You should not be fighting to protect white male privilege!"

"The only color I am is purple!" he said, turning the floor under her into a slip n' slide. Down she went on her ass, but then she pointed at him and suddenly he was freezing cold.

"Enjoy some Climate Change!" she said. "Serves you right for strutting around with no clothes on!"

"May I join the fight now, Hair Trigger?" a nondescript young man asked of the woman who had knocked down Gavin.

He pointed at Rode, who had been helping Gavin to his feet, and suddenly he dropped the other boy.

"Watch out for that guy," he warned the others. "He's just taken away all my strength. I'm as weak as a kitten!"

"Code Pink Stink!" the woman known as Hair Trigger shouted. "Send one of your clouds to deal with these brats!"

The woman, who was wearing a pink shirt and pink yoga pants, started conjuring up another cloud. Porf got a small taste of it, and he coughed as his lungs started to burn. But then Irving held out his hands and concentrated. The cloud started to dissipate and moisture collected on the ground beneath it.

"Clouds are just another form of water," Irving said. "Can't beat me with that!"

Another person moved to take him on, but Porf couldn't tell if this one was male or female.

"You boys dressing like that is sexual harassment!" they said. "We don't want to see your penises! Stop sexually harassing me!"

"I'm Gender Neutral! And that comment is cis-normative! My pronouns are xe, xem and xemself."

"Well, go fuck xemself," Irving said, spraying a jet of water towards the person. But the jet seemed to reverse itself in mid-air, and it knocked Irving down.

Porf shot slime at xem, but the same thing happened, and it rebounded on him. At least he wasn't disadvantaged by being covered with his own lube. Seeing what was going on, Cole dropped a globe of darkness over Gender Neutral's head.

"Now, AquaJew!" he said. Irving blasted again, and this time, he was able to knock xem down.

The woman who had first attacked the security guards suddenly shot fire from her breasts, making Irving duck.

"These are 'breasts', you fat little misogynist," she scolded as she set off another blast. But this time Fox was there.

"That's a pretty good trick," he said, putting up a shield of flames that absorbed her shot. "I wonder if I can shoot out fire from my dick?"

"It'd be a pretty small flame!" Climate Change yelled as she made it snow around him. "With that little thing you've got!"

"Fuck Palestine!" Irving said, knocking her over with a blast of water. "Israel rules!"

Gavin suddenly appeared behind Hair Trigger and kicked her in the ass, knocking her down.

"Got you back, you bitch!" he crowed. Porf slimed the ground around her to prevent her from getting up.

"We weren't expecting this," Beta Male said in a nervous voice. "Should we retreat to our Safe Space?"

"Hands, everyone!" Hair Trigger called out. The group clustered together, with the panicking Beta Male screaming for help as he was unable to see anything around him. As soon as they were all able to hold hands in a circle, they vanished. The whole thing had taken less than two minutes.

"Oh, bravo, bravo!" Miko shouted into the microphone, theatrically clapping. "My little heroes!"

Most of the crowd was still there, and had been watching the fight from a safe distance. Now that the threat was over, they stood there, wondering what they should do.

"May I proceed, then, gentlemen?" Miko asked, looking over at the college officials. They had a brief conversation and then nodded. Porf was suddenly very aware that hundreds of college students were looking at him standing around in his underwear.

"Yeah, help me, though, because I still feel a little weak," Rode said. They walked off to the side and found a bathroom.

"Do you have enough power to keep us invisible until we get outside," Porf asked Gavin.

"Yeah, but I'm not going to get dressed, because I gotta fly back. Hopefully, nobody's been up to my room to check."

"Missed calls? Who…oh, fuck!" There were three missed calls. All from his father. And he saw the time was now 5:31.

"I was supposed to be home half an hour ago," he said, typing out a message with trembling fingers to his father that he was on his way. "I'm in so much trouble."

"Let's get out of here," Cole said. They all took each other's hands and turned invisible. Once they made it to their bikes, they let go and mounted up.

"You too," he said to the other boy as he flew off. He looked at his phone again. His father had texted him back with the ominous message 'Come home at ONCE. I am waiting.'

The boys pedalled their bikes down the road. Porf went as fast as he could, but he knew the damage was already done. It was going to be six o'clock before he even got home, a full hour later than he'd supposed to be. What was he going to say? When he pulled up to his house, his father was waiting in a chair on the front porch. The van was gone and he didn't see any other members of the family.

"Mama took everybody else and went over to abuela's," Papa said. "We waited fifteen minutes for you before she left."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be, I bet. Where were you? And why didn't you answer your phone?"

Porf had thought about this on the ride home. He didn't think he had the nerve to just flat-out lie so he had decided to tell a modified version of the truth.

"I was down at the college. With some of my friends. We went to hear a guy speak, but then there was sort of a riot. My phone was in Fox's backpack, so I didn't hear when you called. And I forgot about the time."

"You forgot to come home when you were supposed to and you got mixed up in trouble? Sorry, boy, but you need to have a conversation with el cinturon. Up to your room, NOW!"

Porf squeezed his eyes together as tears started to drip out. He hated that damn belt worse than anything! It wasn't FAIR! He'd helped stop a riot, and now he was going to get spanked? He trudged up the two flights of stairs, wiping his eyes with his arm. He wished he dared tell Papa about his superpowers, but even getting his ass beat with el cinturonwasn't enough to make him want to do that. He'd probably get it anyway, for not telling Papa about it in the first place.

He heard his father's footsteps on the stairs, and his heart pounded in his chest. He opened the door, and Porf saw the black leather belt in his right hand.

Porf gulped. Twelve licks with that wide leather belt was going to be terrible, especially on his bare ass. He fumbled with his jeans until he got them down to his knees, and then did the same with his purple briefs. He turned to face the bed as he saw his father doubling the belt over in his hand. Then Papa snapped it together, making him jump slightly as he bent over. At least none of his siblings were in the house to overhear what was about to happen.

Papa swung the belt, and it bit into Porf's naked ass. He tried to keep the yelp inside but it burst out of his throat involuntarily. There was another almighty crack and then a second ribbon of searing pain cut across his bottom. The belt lashed him for a third and fourth time and the pain started to sink deep into his naked flesh.

Every time the belt swung down to lash his ass again, Porf felt the force of it shoot through each buttock like a shockwave. He writhed helplessly, somehow still bending over the bed and never moving his butt so much that a single lick missed. Every inch of the skin on his bottom burned like a fire. Every time the belt snapped across his cheeks, it was like gasoline being tossed on, and his naked penis swung. The agony flared up like a bonfire and then sank in, scalding his tissues and scorching his ass even worse. He cried like a baby, gasping for air between each lick, howling again when the belt came back down to whip his ass once more with a crack that filled the room.

"No supper for you tonight, either. That should give you enough to think about."

Once he left the room, Porf fell on his bed and rubbed his seared buttocks. He didn't care about food right now, he was in too much pain. He kicked his jeans and briefs all the way off, leaving him with only his T-shirt on. He lay there moaning in pain for a good fifteen minutes before he stopped rubbing himself.

He knew better than to go downstairs, so he took his phone out of his pants pocket and started to play a game. Now he did start to feel hungry, and was resentful at Papa for not even letting him eat. As if twelve licks with the belt wasn't enough punishment!

Porf felt a rush of anger and typed out 'None of your fucking business!' before realizing that sending it would be just as good as admitting it. He deleted the message and sent out a different one.

'Me too.' Gavin replied. 'Totally busted by Dad. Belt across my ass sixteen times.'

'Oh, that totally sucks. Can't you get one of your brothers to sneak you something?'

'All gone. Just me and Papa in the house. He's downstairs watching TV so I can't even sneak to the fridge. Maybe around midnight when everybody's asleep.'

Porf went back to his game. Knowing that Gavin had also been spanked (and even harder than he had) somehow made him feel a little better. No less hungry, though.

About fifteen minutes later, he heard a tapping on his window. Was that a bird? He looked up and in the evening light, he saw Gavin at the window in his white briefs holding a bag. He got up and opened the window.

"¿Tienes mucho hambre?" Gavin asked, holding up the bag, which Porf now saw was from Burger King.

Porf opened the bag and found a burger and fries inside. He eagerly tore into it. There was also a tin of coke.

"Thank you for buying this for me," he said as the two of them gingerly sat on the bed. Porf couldn't be bothered to put pants on; it's not like Gavin had never seen his dick before.

"I didn't buy it, I stole it," he said. "Got the soda from home and then grabbed somebody's drive-thru order. They'll just make a new one, and you needed food."

"You're a naughty boy, Gavin, did I ever tell you that? And aren't you still grounded?"

"Believe it or not, no. Dad said since I couldn't stay grounded, he was going to beat my ass hard instead. So he did, but at least I'm free tomorrow. He doesn't know I'm out, though, I said I was going to sleep and I have the lights in my room off and pillows under the sheet in case he does check. He won't, though."

"I'll take the empty bag when I go," Gavin offered. "Don't want to leave incriminating evidence."

Porf really didn't, but Gavin clearly did, and he owed the other boy a favor. So he consented to lie down and let him run his hands over his welted bottom.

"Damn, your Dad let you have it, didn't he? I didn't know your brown cheeks could get this red. And boy, is it ever hot!"

"You should have seen it right after he was done," Porf sighed. "Okay, my turn to look."

He had found that Gavin running his hands over his naked buttocks has started to get him excited, and now he was interested in seeing what the other boy's spanked bottom looked like. Gavin lay on his stomach, and Porf pulled his white briefs down. His bottom revealed the evidence of the belting quite vividly. There were red stripes all across it.

"Yeah, but I can't really blame Dad, though. I did totally blow off being grounded."

Porf thought that Gavin was being awfully forgiving. He was still feeling quite resentful to his own father over the spanking he'd received. But Gavin never seemed to hold any sort of grudge, so he guessed it was just the way he was. He rubbed circles over the red cheeks, and noticed that his pulse was starting to race and his penis was stirring. Well, it was natural enough. Using his power always did it to him, and if it were not for the spanking, he'd have blown at least one load by now. He'd never actually done anything with anybody in his room, though, but now seemed like the perfect chance, and he found the idea very exciting.

Porf and Gavin lay on the bed together. Gavin put his cock next to Porf's and wrapped his hands around them both. Porf turned on his body lube, making his penis get slippery. The heat from Gavin's erection sent tingles of pleasure down his shaft.

Porf turned onto his back and lifted his legs. He'd seen some of the other boys do it this way before, but he'd never wanted to try it because, to his eye, it seemed too much like being the 'woman' somehow. But now he felt defiant and a bit angry. The idea of him getting fucked like this in his father's house seemed like a powerful act of revenge.

Gavin moved over and got between his legs. Porf had enough control to make sure his anus was properly lubricated; in fact, slippery juice was leaking out of him onto the bed. Good thing it evaporated within an hour.

"Think you can handle me?" Porf asked in a throaty rumble. "Because you're about to go for a ride."

"I'll hold on," Gavin said, easing his boyhood inside Porfirio's body. He sank down to his balls and started to pump. Porf wrapped his legs around Gavin's back and held him tight against him. Then he started to thrust his bottom at him, bucking like a bronco.

Gavin thrust into Porf's anus again and again. Porf held him tight, squeezing his shoulders and locking their bodies together with his legs. He suddenly pulled Gavin down against him and kissed him hard on the lips. Porf had never kissed another boy before; he'd really never even kissed a girl, unless you counted a peck as a kiss. But this was real, and after a few moments, Gavin started to kiss him back, even while he kept working his cock in and out of his ass. It had just seemed too 'gay' to kiss before, but now he found he didn't care, and loved how it made him feel.

Porf lifted up his head to meet Gavin's, and their lips pressed together again. This time, he did let his mouth open, and Gavin put his tongue inside. Given that he already had the other boy's cock inside him, this hardly seemed any more intrusive, and he thrust his own tongue back the other way.

He wrapped his hand around his slippery cock and rapidly stroked it. Between that, Gavin up his ass and their frantic kisses, he took himself to the top very quickly. He grunted and started to shoot his seed all over his belly and chest. At least one shot hit Gavin as well.

Gavin gave three hard bucking thrusts, and then he came as well. Poft held him tight as he orgasmed, and then let him pull out of his ass. The two of them were covered in sticky semen and Porf's lubricating juices.

They lay on their backs for a couple of minutes, just returning to earth. Their breathing slowed and became regular, and then Gavin nudged him.

"No, dude, no. I'll be invisible. I'm just asking if you can shower, too, to give me cover."

Porf usually didn't walk naked down the stairs, but Papa was on the ground floor and unlikely to check, so he was able to get to the boys' bathroom with no issues. Gavin turned visible once they got inside, and they quickly rinsed off. Gavin had brought his underpants, and after drying, he put them on. They went back up to Porf's room, which, he noticed, still smelled like boy sex.

Gavin took the empty bag and went out of the open window before flying off into the moonlight. Porf left the window open to air the room out, and lay back down. His bottom was still a bit tender, but it wasn't bothering him as much, any more. He picked his phone back up and resumed his game. He was going to do what HE wanted to do, he decided. He didn't have to live for anybody else, not even Papa.

Not far away in Orange City, someone was watching some shaky hand-held video on a laptop. There was a pink cloud, and then the camera focused on a half-dozen boys in underwear, landing on a floor and going into battle. The filmer hadn't had the perfect angle, but this was the best footage of the fight between the Underpants Boys and the Social Justice Warriors that had been uploaded, at least so far. As the fight came to its conclusion and the SJWs fled, the watcher smiled in satisfaction. A hand reached for a cheap cell phone, brought up a number, and started to compose a text. Then it stopped.

"No," a voice said to itself. "Not now. Wait. Be patient. Wait. Don't blow it. The right time will come."

If The Underpants Boys had been 'The Underpants Kids', I would have probably made the purple character a girl, as it was very hard to find a boy name to fit. There are tons of girls' names, but luckily I stumbled across Porfirio, which literally means 'purple-clad' in Spanish, Italian and Portuguese. It's originally derived from the Greek name Porphyrios. That gave me a wide range to choose from with his ethnicity, but a quick google search showed me that the three most well-known people with that name were a Mexican president, a Honduran president, and a Costa Rican soccer player, so I figured his family had to be from Central America. For a last name, I went with Reyes, which means 'kings', as purple is the color of kings. His full name is actually Porforio Ferdinand Reyes de Calix. Calix – which means 'very handsome' – is the last name of a boy I know, so I decided to make him a real looker.

A slippery dick is a type of fish that's very common on the Atlantic side of Central America. Porf didn't think of the double meaning when he came up with the name, and when the other boys giggled at it, that just made him dig in his heels to keep it. His powers are a mix of things. I really can't think of any comic book character who is similar in terms of what he does. I got the idea from a summer camp I once went to where the cabins competed against each other by staging various games. Our cabin put on something called 'greasy pig', where two of our boys were only wearing Speedos and covered in oil, and anybody wanting to score a point had to get into the ring with them and hold them for about 10 seconds. I'm not sure who thought that one up, but I know I would love to have footage of it today. That was the basis of his powers, but then I threw in agility and climbing. Basically, he can slip in and out of anything. His ability to imitate other's voices was a last-minute addition to fix what would have been a plot hole in an upcoming story.

It won't be hard for readers to pick up that I don't much like girls. I don't care if you think I'm a misogynist or something; it's just one of my weird things. I don't really feel the same negative reactions toward women, but with a cast this large, I felt it was important to show some of the boys actually do have nice sisters. Hispanics often have large families and tend to be rather close, so I just pictured Porf being the oldest of a tribe of kids. It would also give him experience at being a leader, which is part of why he's the deputy leader of the Underpants Boys.

One of the issues I wanted to deal with in this chapter is that of sexuality. The Underpants Boys are all gay. Not bi or anything else. They are all only sexually interested in other males – primarily each other, but they are not limited only to the other members of the team. Of course, the odds of nine boys in a group ALL being gay are so high as to be ridiculous, thus there needed to be an explanation for this. And, of course, Professor Bertrand's Sex Ray accidentally turned them all gay. (Well, not all of them. Gavin was actually gay right from the start, and some of them were too young to really have developed an interest in the opposite sex that way yet.) Now, I'm not trying to make some moral statement or anything. Of course, in real life, people can't change their sexuality, but in real life, people don't get super-powers, either. I plan to keep on writing about these characters as long as I feel interested in them, and whereas I am probably going to keep them at the ages they are, I very much dislike the idea of girls coming on the scene and breaking them up like the Beatles. Of course, girls WILL come around them – some of the boys are very handsome – but because none of the boys will have any sexual interest in them, they will never be a threat that way.

One last comment on the villains in this chapter, as well as their target. 'Miko' is simply a fictionalized version of Milo Yiannopoulos, the 'dangerous faggot' whose 15 minutes is already over, but he made a useful foil. The Social Justice Warriors are also not far from reality – some of their lines are lifted directly from Youtube clips of PC police getting triggered. I'd say I'm sorry if anybody was offended by my off-hand treatment of them, but that would be a lie. But stick around; in a few chapters, there are going to be some asshole religious extremists who are just as bad!

Chapter 09

Rode was sitting on the porch of the tree house, soaking up the rays in his bright pink underpants, while his baby brother and his buddy Jay were climbing way out onto one of the limbs of the tree. The two of them were in their underpants as well, Leon's being orange and Jay's being blue. Normally, the lattice on the railing would prevent anybody on the ground from seeing how they were dressed, at most revealing them to be shirtless, but Jay and Leon were in plain view, a fact which did not deter them when Rode brought it up.

"We'll just say we're pretending to be Tarzan," Leon shot back. "He's always in his underpants."

This bit of childish logic presented a surprisingly good alibi, and Rode had no comeback to it. He just watched the two younger boys climbing around, trying not to dwell on how he would explain a broken arm or leg if his father asked him why he let Leon do this. In one sense, he admired him. The kid was fearless. On the other hand, he was also pretty dumb with taking chances.

"What are you two monkeys doing up there?" he heard a voice he recognized as Irving's from the ground.

"Where's Gavin?" he asked. It was a pertinent question, since Jay and his brother were usually together.

"Well, if he slept over there, I can just imagine what they spend the night doing." Irving grinned, stripping down to his green briefs.

"Jealous, amigo?" Porf asked, shedding his own clothes and standing there in his purple underpants.

"Hell, yeah, I'm jealous! I haven't had any action for days. Besides a few good faps, anyway."

"Well, don't you two get all worked up already," Rode said. "Let's see who else shows up, first."

"I know Fox is," Porf said. "He texted me about an hour ago and asked when I was going to be here."

"Cole's coming. He just had to clean up his room first or something," Rode added.

"I'm sure Gavin and Boyd are," Irving said. "Even if they were up all night fucking, which they probably were, you know they aren't going to miss us all hanging out."

"Let's enjoy the peace and quiet a bit, then, before Gavin shows up," Rode suggested. "Any of you guys watch that new series they just released on Netflix?"

It turned out they both had, and they began a spirited discussion about it. Cole showed up a couple of minutes later, stripped to his black briefs, and soon there were three underpants-wearing boys climbing in the limbs of the tree. Rode noticed that his cousin kept himself strategically near Leon, and would be able to grab him and degrav him if he started to fall, which gave him quite a bit of relief.

They had moved on to talking about movies when Fox showed up, but were on video games when Gavin and Boyd arrived to complete the team.

"Looking a little bow-legged there, boys," Irving teased as the two of them walked across the clearing toward the treehouse. Gavin immediately started walking in this exaggerated gait as if he'd had the Empire State building shoved up his rectum. Boyd just blushed.

"I have been pounded for hours by the mighty penis of Battery Boy!" Gavin crowed. "Now we know why he chose that name. He keeps going, and going, and going…"

"Do too!" Gavin took off from the ground, but barely made the edge of the porch. He had to grab hold and pull himself up.

"Whoof, no power. I need to get charged!" He was down to his white briefs before Boyd had even climbed the ladder.

"Geez, you've been looking at it all night," Boyd said as he stripped, leaving nothing but his canary yellow underpants.

"Take a break, you two. I was wondering what you guys thought about going to the beach for the day?" Rode asked.

"East coast if we're gonna do it," Gavin cut in. "Jay and I gotta do the flying, so I say the shorter distance. Better beaches, anyway."

"We'll find a quiet one and just swim in our underpants," Rode said. "But we can hit a convenience store on the way. And, no, Gavin, that does not mean we want you to steal anything."

"Yes, you, you felon. Jay told me how you sneaked the two of you into Universal last Sunday."

"Hey, he wanted to ride the roller-coasters. Anytime the rest of you want, just let me know. Bring along old Black Briefs to degrav, and we'll float right in."

"Good for you. I'm not. But I don't steal things unless it's an emergency, so, no, I'm not looking to raid some gas station for chips. I have money; I can help pay for supplies."

The boys pooled their resources and found they had plenty. There were a few places in the city that had parking garages that were easy to land on and not be noticed with grocery stores nearby.

"Hey, you three mini-Tarzans get down here," Rode yelled. "We're going to the beach!"

Soon the van was filled with the Underpants Boys, and flying in the sky above Orange City.

"Hey guys," Cole suddenly said. "Twitter alert from WUND. Crime in progress at the shopping plaza on 9th and Kirk."

"All right!" Rode said. "We stop a crime, get some food, and then we're on our way again! Easy as pie! Underpants Boys, time to bring the briefs!"

"Every time I think you can't get worse, you do," Irving groaned. Rode just smiled. He knew he'd hit on something that worked eventually. He just had to keep trying!

The van bumped down and the boys piled out. They linked hands, and Jay and Gavin flew them to the roof of a Starbucks. They saw the conflict in question. A group of people were attacking a government office.

They got down off the roof and charged into battle. Rode and Gavin were leading the way, one by land and one by air. Rode picked up a stone as he ran, and when he got close enough, beaned The Spanker in the back with it.

"You brats, again?" The Spanker roared. He waved his hands, and the paddles were flying toward them. One came at Rode, and the other flew up towards Gavin.

"Oh, no, not me, not me!" Gavin said, darting around in the air, trying to dodge the approaching paddle. Rode found himself having to zip randomly in order to get away as well. He only just saw Countess Cafeteria point in two directions at once. Seconds later, both Porf and Fox were doubled over in pain, holding their guts. Sister No-Mercy had karate-kicked one of Jay's blue balls, and it had rebounded on Cole, shocking him and knocking him down. In seconds, half the team had been taken off the board. And with the paddle chasing him, he hardly had time to formulate a response.

"Where's Janitor Bob and Lady Silence?" Rode asked, noting their absence. The paddle got too close and whacked him hard on his ass, making him have to run extra fast to get away. He soon had his answer. He heard a loud "SSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" as Lady Silence came out from hiding. Gavin and Rode were away from the group, but all the others were caught in her silence spell. He could issue instructions, but none of them would be able to hear them. He saw Fox put his hand against a fence and start to vomit rivers of yellow goo. At least he couldn't hear it, but seeing it was bad enough to make him want to puke as well. He tried not to think about what it must smell like.

Meanwhile, Porf had pulled down his purple underpants and was squatting on the ground. Moments later, a stream of diarrhea erupted from his anus and sprayed out over the pavement.

But at least the two of them were holding on. Janitor Bob made his appearance, and instantly made the ground as slippery as a soapy floor. Several of the remaining boys went down at once. Gavin saw that Leon was still standing, but then Lady Silence froze him with her evil glare, and he toppled over as well. Rode tried to circle around by him, but The Spanker was focused on keeping the paddle right behind him. The moment he stopped to try and execute a plan or get his bearings, the stinging spanks came, and he had to move again. From the squeaks above him, he realized Gavin must be having the same problem.

"Oh, yeah! Good idea!" Gavin disappeared, and the second paddle lost its focus. Rode knew what he wanted Gavin to do next, but he didn't want to say it and give it away. Fortunately, the other boy read his mind. He slammed full-on into The Spanker from behind, sending him sprawling onto his face, unable to control his spanking paddles.

"Good job, Seagull!" Rode said, just as his leg exploded in horrific pain and he went down.

Through a mist of red agony, he saw that Sister No-Mercy had kicked him in the knee. He howled in agony and hoped it wasn't broken. Even worse, he was defenseless while down on the ground, and it hurt way too much for him to be able to stand up any time in the next couple of minutes. Was anybody else besides Gavin still in the fight?

He looked over at where the boys were clustered. Fox and Porf were still puking and shitting respectively. Jay was on his back, but lobbing blue balls at Lady Silence and Countess Cafeteria.

Cole was harassing Sister No-Mercy with globes of darkness. But then he saw Janitor Bob, and even through his pain, he shouted in alarm.

None of them could hear him, though. The man had a large black garbage bag, and he scooped up the immobilized Leon and dropped him in. He threw the bag over his shoulder and then produced another one. Boyd had been struggling to try and stand on the slippery ground, and he didn't see the bag coming until it went over his head. Rode tried to struggle to his feet, but before he could manage it, a third bag came down over Irving.

"Mission accomplished, Boss!" he said, lifting up a manhole cover and jumping in. His heart racing in panic, Rode tried to rush over there, but his damaged knee simply wouldn't let him. One by one, the other members of the Faculty of Fear jumped in after Janitor Bob. The Spanker was last, and he laughed in triumph as he leaped down and pulled the manhole cover back into place. By the time Rode had hobbled over there, all of them were gone, and three of the Underpants Boys with them. He frantically grabbed at the manhole, trying to lift it up, but it was too heavy. Where was Leon? No, Leon was gone, he wasn't there to help him lift it. He had to get him back!!!

"Cole! I mean Black Hole! Hurry, we have to follow them!" he shouted in desperation. Cole joined him and degraved the cover. Rode didn't wait, he picked it up and flung it to the side, almost catching his foot underneath it as he ripped it out of Cole's hands and its full weight returned. There was a ladder going down into the darkness, and he turned to go down it.

"Pink Streak, wait!" Porf had come over and grabbed him by the arm. He looked like crap but his grip on Rode was very strong.

"He's got Leon, I mean Superbrat! We have to chase them and get them back!" Rode clamored.

"STOP!" Porf said, suddenly slapping Rode across the face. It was only then that Rode realized how much of a panic he was in. He had to clear his mind, he realized. Get it together.

"It's dark down there. We don't have Battery Boy. How are we going to see? How are we going to know which way they went?"

"No," Porf said. "There's gas mains down there. We can NOT have The Flamer running around spewing fire. We'll blow everything up."

"Flashlights!" Rode said. "Seagull! Find the nearest hardware store! Steal us a bunch of flashlights!"

"We can't go off half-cocked," Porf said. "We need to plan. They were ready for us this time. We need to be ready for them."

"If we can even find them," Cole said. "How are we going to track them down there?"

"I don't know," Rode admitted. "But we have to try! And, Oh, God, here come the cops. And that's Captain Van Dyke. I can't deal with her right now. Back to the van, we'll wait there for Seagull to come back. Got that, Seagull? Meet us at the van!"

"Read you loud and clear, Pink Streak," Gavin said. "I'm above the target store. I'm going in!"

The five boys scurried back to the parking garage where they had left the van. Rode's leg was dragging, and it hurt with every step he took. He flopped down onto one of the seats while Porf had a look at it.

"It's not broken or anything," he said. "I think she just kicked the shit out of it."

"You can say that again. Bitch! Wait until I get my hands on her. Wait until I get my hands on any of them!" Rode raged. His rant was interrupted by a ringing phone.

"It's my phone," Cole said. "I'll silence it unless it's Dad or Mom. Oh, wait, it's that number again…"

"Hello?" he said. There was a pause. "What? You can what? Say that again, I'm putting you on speaker."

"I said I can help you find your friends," an electronic-sounding voice was saying.

"But I know who they really are," the voice told him. "And I know where they live."

"I'm not lying! I want to help!" The voice sounded oddly emotional. Rode put his hand over his mouth and pointed at the phone. Cole deduced that he wanted the phone muted. He quickly told the voice to stand by and then did so.

"How would anybody know Cole's phone number?" Porf countered. "I still think we should try the sewers first. Then if we need help, we can ask for it."

"We're going to look for our friends," Rode said. "Can we call you back at this number?"

"Don't bother going into the sewers," the voice said. "This gang always keeps a getaway vehicle nearby. By now, they'll be out of the sewers and driving to their lair. I know where it is. You don't, and you won't be able to find it."

"I… let me come to you. I can be there in ten to fifteen minutes. Then you'll understand. But it's the only way."

"I know where you were fighting the Faculty of Fear. Somebody livestreamed it. I'm guessing you parked nearby. Just tell me where."

"We're not telling you that. Go to the Starbucks and stand out by the door. We'll see you and call you."

"Probably. He was right the last time. Fuck. He better know where they took them."

"Rode? I mean, Pink Streak?" Jay timidly asked. "Should we call Professor Bertrand?"

"No, Blue Balls. At least, not just yet. Let's see what this person has to say. If that doesn't pan out, then yes we should."

He brought up his phone and opened the app, but it only showed the group of them and Gavin, off raiding the store.

"I… I just don't know," Rode said. Even though he hadn't been hit by Countess Cafeteria, he felt like he was going to puke at any minute. How could he ever face his father if something happened to Leon? "Seagull, where are you?"

"Change of plans. Drop the flashlights off and then go by the Starbucks and turn invisible. We need to stake it out for a few minutes."

He explained everything, so by the time Gavin flew in, he dropped his bag and went right back out. He took up a post and started reporting on who was walking into the store.

"Twelve minutes," he said. "He told us ten to fifteen minutes, so he should be there soon."

"Yeah, I mean, he was using something to disguise his voice, but no way that was a woman."

"Okay, 'cause there's some broad getting out of her car now. No, she's gone on in. Not her. Okay, I'll ignore all the chicks. Just like I always do. Here comes a tall black dude. Could it have been a black dude?"

"Oh, black dude is stopping. Is it him? He's looking in his pocket. I bet he's going to get his phone…. Oh. No, he's taken out his wallet. Now he's going in. I guess he wanted to make sure he had his money on him. Two more chicks heading in. They look like lezzies. Yeah, that's right, you like to eat pussy, don't you, you bull dykes? Go home and tear up those carpets."

"You think I don't know that? They got Boyd too, remember. I'm just as freaked out as you are. Let me handle things my way, and don't be a dickhead about it, okay?"

Gavin's voice sounded uncharacteristically teary, and Rode immediately regretted snapping at him.

"Okay, the lizard-lickers have gone in. Some fat bitch just came out. And there's a skinny guy with her. What is this, Jack Sprat and his wife? Hope he doesn't let her get on top when they fuck, she'd break him. Dark-skinned guy coming. Looks like one of your people, Porf. Are you our mysterious friend, José? Nope, in you go. Who's next? Here comes some kid on a bicycle. Is he stopping? Yes, he's put his bike in the bike rack. Oh, two guys just got out of a white truck. Look like office workers. They're going in, though. Now the kid's going in as well. No, he's stopped to take off his helmet. Oh… hey, I think I know that kid. Yeah, it's that nerdy kid who's in Cole's computer class who was stuck to us like glue that day at the Kennedy Space Center. What was his name? Doyle? Desmond?"

"Yeah, that was it, Duncan. It's your friend Duncan, Cole. And… he's stopped by the door. And he's looking around. And now he's taking out his phone."

"Jesus Christ," Cole muttered under his breath as his phone rang. "What's this idiot playing at?"

"You stupid fuck!" he said before Duncan could say anything. "This is not a game, this is serious!"

"I know it is!" the voice said, still robotized. "But I really know where they are. I swear!"

"Hang on," Cole snapped, muting the phone and looking around at the others for instruction.

"Let him come," Porf said. "If he knows who you are, he probably has a good idea about the rest of us. It can't hurt at this stage."

"Yeah, I agree. Let's see what he knows," Rode agreed. Cole unmuted his phone again.

"Somebody invisible is going to take hold of your hand. Let him lead you to us."

They instructed Gavin what to do, and a couple of minutes later, he brought Duncan to the group.

"Everybody into the van," Rode ordered. "Black Hole, put your friend in the middle of the front seat with you and Slippery Dick on either side. Seagull, be prepared to obscure us if needed."

"Stop that!" Rode snapped. "You might know who he is, but we only ever use our superhero names when we're in costume. He's Black Hole. Say his real name again, and we'll tape your mouth shut!"

"Well, he damn well knows more than I like," Rode growled. He knew it was unfair, picking on this scared kid, but his little brother was in the hands of the enemy and he couldn't do anything about that, so he was lashing out.

"Okay, Duncan, look. If you know something, you need to tell us right now. Because our guys have been kidnapped and we need to get them back as soon as we can. What can you tell us?"

"I'm part of a secret online group," he said. "It's all about people with superpowers, figuring out what they can do and who they might be. They do stuff like zoom in on footage to find out height, eye color, if somebody is left-handed or not and all that. Anyway, a few weeks ago, somebody was saying that they thought The Spanker sounded like a strict old-fashioned school principal. And I kept thinking there was something familiar about his voice. I looked up the information on Schlagar, and it was an exact match to what we knew about The Spanker."

"So what? Just because the guy is tall, bald and, what, blue eyes, that makes him The Spanker?"

"No. But this group is in the Dark Web. And they give you lots of tools to look people up. I investigated him, and look…." Duncan reached into his pocket and took out a thick envelope. He opened it up and pulled out some papers.

"Here's a picture of them in one of their getaway vehicles," he said. "Look. It's a black Ford Expedition. And here's a black Ford Expedition registered in the name of Biff Schlagar."

"Scholastic Solutions, Ltd. President: Biff Schlagar. Vice President: Edith Paxton. Secretary: Mercy Clements. Treasurer: Robert Clanton."

"Now look at these pictures of Edith Paxton and Robert Clanton," he said, handing them copies of drivers' licenses. Rode took one and Porf the other.

"And this looks like Janitor Bob," Rode added. "I can't be sure but… yeah, pretty sure that's him."

"I couldn't find anything on Mercy Clements, but that's gotta be Sister No-Mercy. I have some leads on Countess Cafeteria, too, but can't be sure about her, yet."

"Okay, so where did they take Superbrat, AquaJew and Battery Boy?" Cole asked. "Schlagar's house?"

Duncan produced some more papers. This was a title deed in the name of Scholastic Solutions, Ltd.

"Here's where it is on a map," he said, holding up a Google Maps printout with a location circled. "And here are the blueprints that were approved by the planning board."

"Duncan, you're a lifesaver," Rode said gratefully. "I'm sorry I was so rude to you. I'm just really freaked out about…"

"I know that Superbrat is…. I mean, I know why you're upset, Pink Streak. I get it, you don't have to say you're sorry, I just want to help."

"Yeah, it's in an area with lots of warehouses and the like," Cole said. "I'm looking for a good place to land and park that isn't too far away."

"Right here," Duncan said, pointing to where he'd penciled in an 'X' on the map. "I even scouted the area on my bike. That's a blind alley with an overhang at the end. Nobody will see the van in there."

"Perfect. Okay, hop out, and we'll give you a call to let you know when we have our friends back," Rode said.

"What? No, you can't do that. You don't have any superpowers. You'd be a sitting duck, and we're undermanned as it is. We can't be trying to protect you at the same time we're trying to rescue the others."

"I'll stay in the van, though. See? I can help coordinate you. I have the layout of their HQ in my phone. I can tell you what's behind every door when you come to it."

"Let him come, Pink Streak," he said. "He's earned that. And he might be able to help."

"IF you come, your ass stays in the van, right?" Rode said, pointing his finger in Duncan's face. "And you follow my commands."

"Okay, you're coming. Black Hole, degrav this thing. Seagull, Blue Balls, take us up."

Jay and Gavin got out and started to lift. Without Superbrat to give it the initial push, it took longer to get going, but nobody mentioned it.

Rode turned and glared at him. "No. Not yet. I'm working on it. We're going to be very, very careful this time, though. We can't take any chances. We have to rescue the others. I'm thinking we start by sending Seagull in to scout, and then work on building on that."

"I think that's smart," Porf said. "They are going to be on their home territory, so that's an advantage for them. On the other hand, there's no way they're going to be expecting us, so that helps us, at least at first."

"The focus has to be on getting them out, not on defeating the Faculty of Fear or getting revenge," Rode said, though he realized he was talking to himself as much as the others. He wanted to smash the fuck out of The Spanker's evil face.

"I don't think you have to worry about Countess Cafeteria. I can't be sure, but from all reports on attacks by them, she only has one puke spell and one shit spell. And it doesn't seem she can recharge that quickly. I'm not sure about Lady Silence. While she only seems to have the one freezing glare and one silence spell, there's some indication she can recover faster. Obviously, Sister No-Mercy and The Spanker don't have that problem, and not a lot is known about Janitor Bob."

"Black Hole, you seem to be the best at taking out The Spanker. If you get a globe of darkness over him, he can't see to direct his paddles. You gotta make him your target. If for some reason you can't get him, then you'll have to go for Lady Silence just in case her glare is back," Rode said. "Flamer, how are you feeling?"

"My throat is torn up from puking, and I can still taste bacon-flavored vomit, but I'm okay."

"I want you to focus on Janitor Bob. I don't care if you have to light the fucker on fire. He's the most dangerous."

"Blue Balls, Slippery Dick, I want you two to concentrate on Sister No-Mercy. Whatever you can do to slime her; she can't go around kicking the shit out of us if she's slipping all over the place. And if she gets zapped with a blue ball, she's going to be knocked out of the fight. At least for a bit, and that's all we need. Slippery Dick, we'll also probably need you to spring some locks, so you can't get too wrapped up in a fight. I'll be a free agent, zipping around to where I think I'm most needed."

"Seagull, once you find out where our guys are, I want you to stay with them. If you can free them by yourself, then good. Otherwise, stay there invisible and if anybody comes to mess with them before we get there, do what you can. Somebody bring up the tracker app and show Duncan how to use it."

It felt good to have a plan, rough as it was. Rode knew that he was going to have to refine it once they got there and scoped the place out, but it seemed the best use of their skills.

Porf took out his phone and demonstrated it. Duncan immediately saw the advantage, and used the flying time to upload his map of the building into the app and integrate it. Now he'd be able to track with total precision.

"Getting close to the location," Cole said. "Take us down, Blue Balls and Seagull. Do you see that little side road between that brick building and the warehouse? Put us down there, and then push us under that overhanging roof."

The van bumped down, and Cole turned on a bit of gravity to keep it on the ground as the Fulton brothers pushed it into place. Gavin made ready to go scout the layout.

"Okay, I got it. When I find them, I might not be able to talk. Let me have your phone, Black Hole, and I'll text Pink Streak what I see."

Taking the phone, Gavin turned invisible again and dashed off. Rode closed his eyes and said a silent prayer, begging God for his brother to be inside and be safe. How scared the little guy must be!

Inside one of Janitor Bob's sacks, Leon was ineffectively trying to tear at the sides. It had all happened so fast: the bag had come down over him, and he was in the dark before he knew it. He felt the bag being picked up, and instantly started kicking and punching, figuring whoever he was hitting would go down right away. But it was clear something was wrong; he could feel that he lacked the usual force and strength. Instead, he was reduced to an ordinary 8yo boy, squirming inside a sack. The sound was dampened, and there was no light. He could tell he was being carried, but that was it.

It felt like there was another bagged boy next to him, but he couldn't tell who it was. The air started to taste a bit stale and get really hot; he was perspiring like mad and panting. Then he felt himself dropped, heard the unmistakable sound of a car trunk slamming, and it became even darker. There had been some hint of light before, but now it was pitch-black. He tried not to panic, but it was hard. Instead, he started to cry. Tears streamed down his sweaty face, and he softly pleaded for Rode to come and rescue him. He felt the car drive, but he couldn't keep track of time.

The ride came to an end, and his sack was lifted out of the car, carried a short distance, and then painfully dumped on a hard surface. That was when he tried again to tear a hole in it, but whatever it was made of was way too tough.

He heard a door open and close, and footsteps approach. The top of his sack was lifted, and then it opened. His eyes painfully blinked against the sudden electric light, and he found himself looking up at the triumphant face of The Spanker.

"Ah, the first of my little fish," he said. "I bet you weren't expecting to wind up here when you interfered in my operation yet again, were you, brat?"

Leon snarled and jumped up, trying to slug the big fucker, but his hand was easily caught, and The Spanker gripped his wrist painfully.

"Ah, ah, none of that! The walls of this room have the same dampeners as the lining of that bag, you brat. Your power won't work in here!"

The Spanker dragged him over to the wall, where there was a metal circle attached. Then he produced a pair of handcuffs, secured one of Leon's hands, and then shackled him to a metal eye that was jutting out from the wall. There were several more on either side of him, as well as a wooden desk against one of the adjacent walls, and a closed door on the opposite wall.

Leon struggled to get free while he turned and looked at the other two sacks. A little part of him hoped Rode would be in one, but then he realized that if that was the case, he wouldn't be free to rescue him. The next one was opened, and Boyd was dragged out, looking the worse for wear. He didn't fight much as he was chained to the wall next to Leon. Irving came last, and he did put more of a struggle. Irving was bigger than Cole and Boyd, and much more solid. The Spanker had to wrestle him to get him locked up, and then he sat in the chair, panting. Once he'd caught himself, he stood back up and came over to Leon.

"So, let's see who's under these masks, shall we?" he said. He tried to peel of Leon's mask, but he soon discovered Professor Bertrand's ingenious design that prevented it.

"There's a key back at our base!" Irving lied. "Guess you're shit out of luck, huh?"

"Oh, am I?" The Spanker snarled as he walked over behind Irving. He put his finger in the waistband of his underpants and pulled it out slightly, then let it snap back. "Those don't seem to be secured in the same way."

"Oh, don't pretend to be all modest, fat boy. You're the ones parading all about town in your underpants. But, no, I have other plans for your fat ass."

He whipped out the key of the handcuffs and undid Irving, dragging him over to the desk and bending him over it, chaining his arms to the other side so he could not get up.

"Now," he said as he pulled open one of the desk drawers. "What would be the most fun? Hairbrush? No, too small. Wooden spoon? Even worse. Bath brush? Possible, but… Paddle? Fun, but a bit vanilla. Ahhhh… the strap! Just perfect!"

Leon saw The Spanker pull out a wide strip of black leather, about a foot and a half long and attached to a wooden handle. He gulped in fright at the sight of it. Irving's reaction was worse: he frantically pulled against his restraints in a futile attempt to get free.

"Don't you dare touch me with that thing!" he shouted, but Leon could hear his voice breaking with fright.

"I'm not going to 'touch' you with it, fatty, I'm going to spank you with it! Unless you want to spill the beans and give me your names? No? I'm glad, really, I'd much rather get your names after I've had some fun with this!"

He stood behind Irving and yanked his underpants down to his knees. Irving tried to kick out at him, but The Spanker was too fast, and dodged his foot. Leon didn't want to watch, but he couldn't look away. He saw The Spanker get into position and take aim. And then he watched in horror as he swung it and it connected with Irving's bare bottom, WHACK!

His plump cheeks jiggled from the force of the strike, and he howled in pain. Leon could see the red stripe that had been left.

"I'm going to savor this like a fine red wine," The Spanker said as he swung again, bringing out another howl from Irving. Leon counted a total of twelve spanks before the brute stopped. Poor Irving had screamed himself hoarse, and was lying prone over the desk, totally broken.

Well, perhaps not totally. When The Spanker asked for his name, he yelled out 'Mike Hunt!' in a hoarse voice.

"More like 'Ben Dover'", The Spanker muttered. "Pre-teen boys: never funny and always telling the same stupid jokes. Anyway, I'm glad you still have some fight left in you, boy. Now I can move on to the next one."

Leon actually moaned in fright as The Spanker unfastened Irving and dragged him back to the wall. He felt relief when the man went to Boyd instead, and then immediately felt shame over that. He watched as his blond friend was fastened to the desk in the same way Irving had been.

"Please," Boyd begged. "Please don't! I never… nobody's ever… I've never had this done to me, I don't think I can take it!"

"Well, we can't have that! All boys should be spanked! It's why the world is such a shithole now because there isn't enough spanking in it. I simply must fill in this gap in your education!"

"Now, since it's your first time, perhaps I should choose something a bit milder than the strap? The hairbrush, perhaps? Oh, who am I kidding? As much trouble as you boys have caused me, you are definitely getting the strap!"

He jerked Boyd's underpants down and then took aim. Boyd's first wail of pain went right through Leon, and it only got worse. The other boy sounded like he was in total anguish each time he got another spank. The horrible sounds of the strap and Boyd's screams filled the room, and he couldn't shut them out. Almost against his will, he watched the whole thing. Boyd got the same twelve licks that Irving had received. At the end, his bladder let go, and there was a puddle of urine on the floor. Boyd wasn't even coherent, so The Spanker didn't bother to ask him for his name, he just took him back to the wall. Leon knew it was his turn, and he felt like he was going to piss himself right then.

Suddenly the door opened, and in walked Sister No-Mercy. The Spanker turned to face her, and Leon thanked his lucky stars for the reprieve, momentary though it was likely to be.

"Torture? This isn't torture! This is no more than a good old-fashioned spanking. I got many just like this when I was a boy, and so did my peers. Boys today are just too soft!"

"Then don't listen! This pint-sized one isn't getting away without one, and he's next!"

"Look, I know this is… your thing. I don't approve, but keep it in bounds. Don't overdo it. I will be listening."

"Listen all you want. Take a video for all I care! Actually, that might not be a bad idea. I don't think I'm going to get them to come clean on the first round, so we're probably going to have to do this a few times more. Just stay out of my hair."

"We discussed the need to find out the real names of these boys, Sister. Now let me do my job!"

She turned and left the room. Leon had been praying that she would make him stop, but now he was left alone with him again.

"Your turn, shorty," The Spanker said, unfastening him and dragging him to the desk. Leon felt the hard wood on his bare chest and belly as he was chained to it. He was just an inch too short, and he had to stand on tiptoes. He tried not to beg, but he couldn't help letting out a string of 'No, no, no, no!' as his underpants were pulled down to his knees.

"Ever been strapped, boy? I bet not. Don't worry; your little ass is going to find out what it's like right now!"

Leon closed his eyes and bunched his fists. He was terrified and unable to do a thing about it. The first blow ripped across his bare bottom, and it was worse than he'd ever imagined. He shrieked in agony. Again he felt the strap, and then again. On the fourth blow, he started to piss himself, and by the sixth, he was ready to tell The Spanker anything he wanted to know.

Fortunately, he didn't ask. How Leon got through the next six, he never knew, but he did. It's not like he had any choice in the matter. At the end of it, rivers of tears were streaming down his face, and his nose was clogged with snot. He was taken back to the wall and left there, his underpants still down to his knees, and his welted bottom a mess of pain, but he was unable to even rub it.

"You three brats think about the spanking you just got," he said. "I'll give you some time. But then I'm coming back in here, and we'll let you each taste the bath brush. Of course, anytime you want to give me your names, that'll be the end of it. So think it over!"

The door slammed, and Leon cried against the wall. "Ro," he softly whispered through his tears. "Please come. Please come. Bring Daddy. Please don't let him hurt me again."

"I'm inside," Gavin's whispered voice came through the headset. "That first room is empty. That next room past it has a bed in it, and Countess Cafeteria is lying down. Then Janitor Bob and Lady Silence are sitting at a table in the big room. I hear Sister No-Mercy and The Spanker talking in the next room, but I can't get in there. It's like there's something in the walls that stops my powers from working. Oh, the nun bitch just came out. I think the others might be in there."

Rode waved his arm, and got the rest of the team on the move towards the Faculty of Fear's hideout. Gavin hadn't spotted any security cameras, so it was safe enough. They were nearly at the door when Rode heard something that twisted his stomach into knots.

There was no mistaking who was screaming. Rode's hands turned into fists, and he snarled with rage. He was just about to streak off when Porf grabbed his shoulder and sunk his fingers painfully into his flesh.

Rode came very close to punching Porf in the face, but somehow he got control of himself. He didn't trust himself to speak, but he nodded tersely and kept moving toward the door of the hideout. He tried to block out his little brother's wails of anguish, but the sound was all too painfully real.

They reached the door, and Porf went to work on it. Only seconds later, he turned the lock and pushed it open.

"The room Gavin was talking about is on the left," Duncan informed them. "That's where Countess Cafeteria will be lying down. The others will be through that next door and down a corridor about twenty feet long."

"Blue Balls, you stay here," Rode whispered. "Get a ball ready. The moment you hear sounds from where we are, open the door and hit her with it. Once she's out, come running and join us. Everyone else, remember your target. Slippery Dick and I will be in front, and Flamer and Black Hole right behind us. I'm going for that motherfucking Spanker, and then I'm going to kick Lady Silence's ass."

At some point, Leon's horrible screams had ended, and Rode was left with nothing but a burning rage. But he knew he had to be smart; they didn't have any room for mistakes. He opened the door and started down the corridor, Porf right next to him. They saw the room ahead, but nobody was looking down their way, so they got all the way to the opening before they were spotted. Porf instantly squirted globs of slime at Sister No-Mercy before she could even get up from her chair, and Cole encased The Spanker's head in a sphere of blackest night. Rode took off in a flash and slugged him in the stomach, causing him to keel over, and then knocked Lady Silence out of her chair, sending her sprawling across the floor. Fox shot a blast of fire at Janitor Bob, setting his hair and clothes on fire, and causing him to stop, drop and roll.

Only seconds later, Jay came running down the corridor with a blue ball of crackling energy in each hand. One of them hit Janitor Bob, and the other hit The Spanker. Both flopped around on the floor as their muscles spasmed involuntarily. Rode saw Lady Silence's glasses on the floor next to her. She was reaching for them, but he savagely crushed them under his shoe.

Gavin opened the door to the room beyond, becoming visible as he crossed the threshold. Rode went over to the prone Spanker, viciously kicked him in the stomach, and then in the head.

Fox was standing over Janitor Bob, flames sputtering from his hands, glaring at the man. Jay had two more blue balls ready, and glanced back and forth at the downed adults. When Sister No-Mercy tried to get to sit up, he nailed her, and she flopped about as well.

Irving came out of the door. As soon as he saw the prone Spanker, he screamed in rage and ran over to him, kicking him twice in the buttocks and then jumping over him and giving an even harder kick to his crotch. The man groaned in agony and placed his hands over his testicles.

Gavin came out, supporting Boyd. "Pink Streak," he said. "Your… um… Superbrat needs you."

Rode went in the room. Leon was balled up on the floor, his underpants bunched around his ankles, and his welted buttocks plainly visible. Tears sprang to his eyes when he saw what had been done to him, and he rushed forward and held him in his arms.

"Sssshhh, sssshhh, baby, I got you now. You're safe, and he can't hurt you again."

He took Leon's underpants totally off, and shoved them down the front of his, and then lifted him in his arms. His brother was starting to get heavy, but he could still manage it. Porf came into the room and picked up the three sets of handcuffs. He shackled The Spanker and Janitor Bob's arms behind their backs, and wrapped a rag around The Spanker's head. Fox and Cole had gone and gotten Countess Cafeteria, each holding one leg, dragging her body down the corridor. Porf then cuffed one of her arms to Sister No-Mercy, so all but Lady Silence were somewhat restrained. Rode noticed to great satisfaction that two of The Spanker's teeth had been kicked out. He wasn't sure if it was him or Irving who had done that, but he didn't much care.

"Should be a door on the far side of the room you're in, Pink Streak," Duncan said. "That should lead to the garage and then out."

"Stand up, you fuckers," Rode ordered. Countess Cafeteria had to be helped, but they all managed to get to their feet. Blood was leaking out of The Spanker's mouth, and he shot a look of pure hatred at Rode.

"Open that door," he ordered, pointing at it. Lady Silence opened it, and then looked for further instruction. He told them to go out, and they followed them into the garage area. Indeed, there was their getaway vehicle, as well as stacks of boxes.

"Open that garage door, Flamer," he said. Fox pushed the button on the wall, and it opened.

"With fucking pleasure!" Irving said, thrusting out his hands and releasing blasts of water at firehose power. The Faculty of Fear were knocked over and tumbled out into the road, limbs all askew. Irving kept using the water to force them down the street.

"Give 'em a send-off, Flamer!" Rode added. Fox gleefully sent a couple of firebursts. They scrambled to their feet and went running, Sister No-Mercy and Countess Cafeteria having a very rough time of it, as they were still chained together, and the two men hampered by their hands being behind their backs.

"Um… Pink Streak, are you sure?" Porf chimed in. "Maybe we should think about that?"

"There has to be a big price for fucking with us the way they did," Rode said. He knew the others thought he was angry out of his mind, so he made sure to say it as calmly as he could, so he could convince the others. "I thought about calling the cops, but I don't think they'd be able to hold them any more than they could hold us. I don't want to take anything from in here, because it's almost certainly stolen. The fire shouldn't spread, and I'm going to have Duncan call it in the moment it starts."

"We'll explain that, later, AquaJew. But we have to make them afraid of us. Let them think we're crazy kids who'll do anything. So, yeah, I want us to torch the place."

"I'm good with that!" Gavin agreed. Most of the other boys chimed in their agreement, even Leon, who said it in a hate-filled voice. Fox looked delighted at the prospect.

"Okay, just wanted to make sure you'd thought about it," Porf conceded. "¡Quémalo!"

Fox shot blasts of flame at the piles of boxes, which instantly ignited. The walls had insulation showing, which also caught. As they retreated into the main section, he also lit their car up.

"Only in the movies, Black Hole," Irving said. They kept walking toward the front, and Fox set everything on fire behind them.

He was getting tired of carrying Leon, but he wasn't about to put his naked little brother down or ask somebody else to carry him. Leon was his responsibility.

They went out of the front door, and Fox finished the job with one long blast through the door. He was grinning in savage delight at the destruction he was causing.

"Duncan, call the Fire Department," Rode said into his headset. "Give them the address and use that fake voice thing you have. But no other details. We'll be there in a minute or two."

"Who the hell is that?" Irving asked. "And, hey, my headset is working again! That power-dampening room must have blocked it as well."

Shortly thereafter, they were piling into the van. Cole took his usual place behind the wheel, and Rode came in next to him with Leon still in his arms. He laid him face down on the seat with his bottom over his lap. As Gavin and Jay took the van into the sky, he reached into the glove compartment and took out a bottle of lotion that they kept in there. He squirted some into his hands and started to tenderly rub his little brother's naked, welted bottom. It was surprisingly hot to the touch.

"Yeah, Ro', it's making it burn less," he said in a voice that was still very teary.

"Let me have some of that, Pink Streak," Porf said. "I'll take care of AquaJew, and then Flamer, you can help out Battery Boy." Porf soon had Irving's bottom bared over his lap and was applying some cooling balm to it. In the back seat, Fox was doing the same for Boyd. They explained to the three spanked boys how Duncan had come to them and told them where they were. Also who The Spanker really was.

"And there's no doubt, either," Fox said. "Schlagar's got a small scar on his left hand. I got a good look, and it's right there."

"No, I vote we don't," Porf said. "He doesn't know that we know who he is. If he did, he would take steps to cover his tracks better. He doesn't know who we are, so let's not tip him off on anything."

"Wonder how he's going to come to school next week with bruises on his face and a couple of missing teeth?" Irving growled. He was clearly still quite angry about being assaulted. Rode squirted out some more lotion onto his hand and continued to massage Leon's bottom. It did seem to be cooling it down and getting the little boy to relax. He also felt the stirrings of an erection.

"What are we gonna do with this kid when we get back to HQ?" he whispered to Cole. "Do we even want him to know where that is? What about when we… you know?"

"Let him come. I mean, he knows who all we are; I don't think HQ needs to be some big secret. He might already know about it. I think the safest thing is to keep him with us. As for the other thing, well, I'll sit with him. I can probably even get him to join in with me, and then he'll have to keep his mouth shut."

"I can walk now, Rode," Leon said. "Thanks for carrying me. Can we swim for a couple of minutes?"

"Yeah, let's all have a short swim," Rode said. He took Leon by the hand and walked him into the cool water. Rode saw Duncan standing next to Cole, looking awkward.

"Come on, dude. If you want to hang out with us, you gotta be cool with being in your underpants. I mean, we're The Underpants Boys."

"I just… I mean, people always laugh at me and tease me when I have to take off my clothes," he said, staring at the ground.

"We won't. This isn't the locker room, Duncan; there's no bullies here. And the only asshole is Gavin, and he's got the freakiest-looking body out of all of us."

"I do not!" the gangly boy protested from the water. "Look at this perfection!"

He shot up out of the water and did several flying flips before splashing back in. Even the nervous Duncan giggled at his antics.

"Besides, I only tease my friends," he added as he surfaced. "So come on. Let's see that pasty white body!"

"That's the asshole's way of saying he likes you," Cole clarified. Duncan actually smiled a bit, and shyly took off his shirt.

"Oh, fuck, I'm blind!" Gavin said, putting his hands over his eyes as if to protect himself from the glare of Duncan's pale skin. Porf put his hands on top of his head and pushed him under. Soon the two of them were wrestling in the water while everybody else cheered them on. Rode kept an eye on Duncan, and saw the moment when the boy decided it was safe enough to undo his pants and ease them down. He had on a pair of ordinary white briefs, and Cole started leading him to the water's edge. Gavin broke away from Porf for a moment, and turned his head toward them.

"Oh, hell yeah!" he said. "Another member of Team White! Hurry, I need your help against this evil purple one!"

At that, Duncan charged into the water and joined Gavin in grappling with Porf. Rode just shook his head in amazement. Gavin was such a dick when he was ready, but he was also amazing at making people feel welcome and included.

Normally, Rode would be splashing with the rest of them, but Leon was holding onto him, and seemed to want the comfort of his presence, so he just kept his arm around him and held him close.

Before too long, the boys started to give each other tell-tale looks. He went over by Cole and Duncan, who had taken a little break. "Duncan, we've decided to invite you up to our treehouse," he said. "But listen; we do secret Underpants Boys stuff up there. If you come up, that means you can't ever talk about it to anybody, under pain of death. You don't have to come if you don't want to, but once you do, you have to swear."

"I'll swear. I mean, nobody's ever… Yeah, I mean who would I even tell? I don't have any friends."

"Liar," Gavin said, coming up behind him and dramatically throwing his arms around him. "You have nine friends; can't you count, you dumbass? And you're supposed to be a math genius!"

Tears came to Duncan's eyes. "You guys aren't just fucking with me, are you?" he choked out.

"Duncan, besides one other person, you're the only one who knows about us. We're a pretty exclusive club, but you just helped us out in a really big way. So you've earned the right to hang out with us, okay?"

"So? Gavin annoys us all the time. So does Leon. As long as you can handle being teased about it, it'll be fine."

"And pounded," Gavin added. "If you're as annoying as me, you're going to get pounded. Might take some of the heat off me, so please say yes!"

"I… I swear!" Duncan said, holding his hand up. "Do I have to like cut my palm and bleed?"

"No, gross!" Gavin said. "Come, everybody hold Duncan's hand and witness his oath to keep his mouth shut."

All the other boys stuck their hands in and gripped. Then they broke up and started climbing and flying up to the tree house. Leon didn't want to climb with his sore bottom, so Rode had Cole degrav them up there. Then he went back for Duncan, who was totally failing at climbing the rope ladder.

"Leon and I claim the bottom bunk," Rode announced as he unlocked the door. He didn't usually invoke owner's privilege, but this time he was going to make an exception. Cole and Duncan walked in just behind him and Leon. Duncan's eyes were wide as he took everything in.

"Yeah, Uncle Brian built it, and we've improved it," Cole said. "Now, listen, don't get freaked out by what we do, okay? Just sit down and watch. I'll sit with you."

Cole took the largest beanbag chair, and pulled Duncan down next to him. It was just by the foot of the bunk beds, so they had a bird's eye view of Rode and Leon. Rode decided it was time for him to lose his pink briefs, so he casually stripped them off. Leon's wet pair was still stuffed inside them, and he hung them both over the end of the bed. He noticed with boyish pride that Duncan was staring at his large penis with his mouth agape.

"Whadda you wanna let's do, Squirt?" he asked his little brother. "You get to have it all your way, today."

"I want you to suck me, okay? Then maybe lick me? And then, you know, Do It to me?"

"I think it's okay on my back. My butt feels a lot better now. You made it better."

Rode gently turned Leon onto his back and then scooted down. He eased his brother's legs apart, exposing his little scrotum nestled beneath his hard penis. He knew just what Leon liked best, and started off by flicking at it with his tongue.

He glanced over, and saw Duncan's eyes were as wide as saucers. Cole had one arm around him, and was slowly stroking his bare thigh, something that Duncan probably wasn't even aware of. Porf and Irving were taking off each other's underpants, and Gavin and Boyd were climbing into the top bunk. Jay was on his knees in front of Fox, and had taken the red-headed boy's erection out of his briefs and had shoved it down his own throat.

He went back to pleasuring Leon. He licked the shaft up and down and gently sucked on his balls. Then he opened his mouth and started to suck it, massaging it with his lips. His little brother was sighing in contentment as he nuzzled at his crotch. Rode didn't hurry things; he knew tricks that could make Leon cum really quickly, but he wanted to make it as nice as he could this time. He gently stroked the smooth skin above his boy tool, and fondled his little balls.

"Are you ready for me to take your underpants off?" Cole softly said to Duncan. Rode's eyes darted toward the couple, and saw Cole's hand had moved up from his thigh, and was now carefully stroking the virgin boy's junk through his briefs.

"Yes. It's okay to be shy, but you still have to be naked. Nobody else has anything on but us."

"Yeah, okay." Cole lifted his butt up and stripped off his briefs with practiced dexterity. "Now it's your turn. Raise your bottom up."

Duncan did what he was commanded, and Cole deftly slid his underpants down to his knees before he eased back down onto the beanbag chair. Rode could see why Duncan was a little self-conscious – he had one of the oddest shaped penises he'd ever seen. The head was shaped more like an arrowhead than anything else. Rode actually found it cute, but he could imagine the sort of taunts that somebody might have thrown at the vulnerable boy if they saw that in a locker room.

"Oh, do you mean masturbate? I sort of know what it is, but I don't really know how. Do you?"

As Cole squirted a blob of lube on his hand and gently took hold of Duncan's stiffening member, Leon suddenly cried out and came. Rode continued to suck; Leon didn't get really sensitive the way Rode did just after cumming. In fact, he could tell it wouldn't take much to get his little brother to fire off another blank. He watched Duncan's fascinated face as Cole demonstrated the boyish art of bashing the bishop.

"It's supposed to. And you can do it different ways to find out what you like best."

While Cole experimented with different strokes, Rode sucked another shot out of Leon. Then he carefully flipped him over onto his belly. His bottom was still somewhat red from the strapping, but he was careful with it, and opened the cheeks up with his hands. Then he leaned down and started to trace circles around his little brother's boy hole with his tongue. Leon murmured in appreciation as he moved in and started probing at it.

It still amazed him that he was not only okay with doing this but actually liked it. If someone had told him last year that he'd be eagerly licking his little brother's asshole, he'd have told them they were crazy. Right after he'd punched the shit out of them. But now Leon's eager cries were only turning him on more, and his penis was dripping pre-cum on the bed.

Once Leon's boy hole was nicely relaxed and dilated, he applied some lube to his finger and started to work it into him. Knowing what was coming and eagerly anticipating it, Leon jacked his little bottom up higher, letting Rode stuff another pillow under him.

As he started to lube up his hard cock, Rode looked around the room. Irving was fucking Porf, Fox was now blowing Jay, and Cole was getting serious with Duncan.

"This is going to feel even better," Cole said, moving his hand off Duncan's penis.

"I'm gonna suck your dick, dude. All you have to do is spread your legs and let me do it."

"It's my dick, not a 'thing', but no, dude. Just relax. All that's gonna happen is I'm gonna suck you, and it's gonna feel really good."

Rode watched Duncan's expression go from apprehension to satisfaction as Cole started to suck him. Meanwhile, he carefully pressed his hard penis against his little brother's anus, and started to work it. The faded stripes from the strapping Leon had gotten were still visible, but he gently massaged the cheeks as he pressed against him.

Leon's hole started to nibble at the head of his cock, and then expanded enough to allow him to ease the head in. Being inside his brother's tight entrance, feeling the ring squeeze his circumcised cockhead, always made him dizzy with pleasure. He gradually shoved in deeper and deeper until he had sunk all the way down to his balls. He leaned down and kissed Leon on the side of his neck, and then started to fuck him. Sparing a glance toward Duncan, he saw the pale boy was being expertly sucked by Cole.

However Duncan had expected this day to end, Rode was sure that this wasn't in his cards. Leon's body was responding to being fucked, moving along with him. The two of them did this often enough that there was a familiarity of movement; each of the boys knew what the other liked best.

All around him, the other boys started orgasming, and this increased his urgency. He was able to hold out long enough for Leon to blast out another blank against the pillow he was humping, and then he unloaded a huge quantity of sperm into his little brother's body. He pulled Leon onto his side, keeping his penis inside his anus as they relaxed in bliss.

Both of them watched as Duncan came for the first time in his young life, his hands spasming as Cole took him to the top and back down. Some of the boys switched, but Rode and Leon were both content. Cole was diplomatic enough not to expect Duncan to do anything to him; he just fapped while the other boy watched. Eventually, everybody was satisfied, and they all pulled their underpants back on.

"So that's us," Rode said to Duncan. "It's a side-effect of our super-powers. When we use them, we get these urges. We're all cool with it. We've trusted you to keep our secrets."

"I'd never tell anybody, and nobody would believe me if I did," Duncan stammered.

"No, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't tell anybody. And, look, you can hang out with us, okay? We can probably use your computer talents. But if this makes you uncomfortable, well, nobody's going to make you do anything, but if you do hang out with us, well, you gotta be part of the crew."

"I… um… that was nice what Cole did. You mean if I wanna be your I.T. dude, I gotta do that sort of stuff back, right?"

"Oh… ah… when in Rome, I guess? I'm sure I can, I just gotta get up my nerve to try."

"We didn't start out going all out like you just saw," Rode assured him. "Nobody's gonna rush you. Just be chill."

"Never made it to the beach, did we?" Irving said as he dressed to leave. "Maybe next weekend?"

"Worth a shot," Rode agreed. He and Leon were the last left. His younger brother had needed some more affection, so he'd let him lie on the bed with his head on his lap while he stroked it lovingly, murmuring that he loved him to infinity. Eventually, they climbed down and went to their house.

Dad asked them how their day was, and they told them that it was fun. Rode's stomach twisted as he wondered how he would have ever faced his father if he'd come home without Leon. The others seemed to have gotten past the near-disaster, but for Rode, it was weighing very heavily on him.

He did not sleep well that night, and only pecked at his breakfast the next day. He made sure and gave Leon lots of attention, but he was happy when he chose to spend the afternoon driving around with Dad, leaving Rode alone.

It was the in the middle of the afternoon on the next day when Rode finally made it over to Professor Bertrand's. He had messaged ahead, and the man was waiting for him in the living room with a chilled bottle of cream soda waiting. Rode twisted off the cap, took a large swig, and started talking. He really wished he could talk to Dad about it, but he knew it wouldn't be fair. Not to his teammates, who had all sworn to keep this from their parents, and not to his Dad, who would then have an unneeded burden on his shoulders.

But Professor Bertrand was almost as good. For all the man's social awkwardness, he seemed to have studied human interactions enough be able to give good advice and understand how he was feeling. And he was never judgmental.

He unloaded about the whole episode. The casual cockiness with which they'd gone into battle, how quickly they'd been defeated and the three boys captured, the sick panic he'd felt at Leon's loss, and the rage he'd felt toward the Spanker when he'd seen what had been done to his brother. And how guilty his failure as a leader had made him. Professor Bertrand silently absorbed it all, waiting for Rode to finish before saying anything.

"I don't see this as quite the failure you do, Rode. It's true that you boys charged into battle, but you also didn't know at first who you were going to be fighting. I think it's clear that they have spent some time thinking about how best to deal with you boys, whereas you all did not do the same. However, when you lost the others, you were all able to pull together and work as a team to get them back."

"Well, a good leader takes whatever breaks come his way. You could have easily thought whoever was calling you was a trap, and not taken advantage of the opportunity. And your counter-attack was brilliant, and you have given them great cause to be wary of you. They will have no idea how you found them, and that will be sure to give them much to worry about."

"I just… I didn't protect Leon. That's what I keep coming back to. Every time I think of how he looked when I got there to rescue him…"

"You feel guilty. I understand that. You came here partly looking for a release from it, so why don't we go into the bedroom now and take care of that?"

"Do I have to?" Rode gulped. Now that the moment was at hand, his stomach churned and he wanted to back out. And like before, the professor was not going to let that happen.

"Go to my bedroom, Rode," Professor Bertrand said sternly. "You know what to do, so let's not waste any time. I'll be there in a couple of minutes."

They both stood up and walked in different directions. The boys didn't usually go to the professor's bedroom up on the second floor, but Rode slowly climbed the steps, his mind at war with itself. He knew he'd feel better in the end, but the road to that relief was a hard one. He pushed open the door to the man's spacious bedroom, and looked at himself in the mirror. His hands trembled as he took off his shirt and then dropped his pants, leaving him only in his socks and magenta briefs.

He sat on the king-sized bed, twiddling his thumbs and trying not to think about what was about to happen. Then the door opened again, and the professor strode through. He looked at what he was holding in his right hand. He'd expected to see the paddle or perhaps the bath brush, but not…

"I got it when you suggested I might need a paddle," he said. "Wasn't planning to use it, but I think it's the best tool for the job today."

"At least as many as the others got. Now lie down on the bed, Rode, and put that pillow under you."

The professor had a large body pillow. Rode tucked it under him so his middle was raised up. He also grabbed one of the smaller ones to bury his face in. The man came and stood right next to him.

"Raise up," he demanded. Rode did as he was told, and felt his underpants being lowered to his knees. In spite of it all, his penis was hardening. He knew the professor didn't care about that, but it was still embarrassing.

"The other boys were restrained," the professor said. "You're going to have to hold still on your own. It won't be over until I say it is. Think of this as your penance, Rode."

Rode gritted his teeth. His erection was pressed against the pillow, and he could feel the cool air from the air conditioning blowing softly against his naked bottom. He heard movement, and then a loud CRACK! as the strap bit into his bare bottom. He shrieked into the pillow; he'd never been hit with something like this before! Before he could even property catch his breath, he was spanked again, CRACK!

Rode held onto the pillow for dear life as the professor methodically strapped him. He went from the top of his bottom to where it met his legs. He tried not to count, but he couldn't help it. By the time he reached twelve, he was begging for it to stop, but it did not. He lay there as his blazing backside took six more hard licks with the wicked strap. The pillow was soaked with his tears, and his penis was completely limp. He was gulping like a fish as he tried to suck in needed oxygen, since his nose was totally clogged.

Professor Bertrand sat down on the bed next to him and gently put his hand on his back. "Brave boy," he said softly. "You're a very fine, brave boy."

He handed Rode a bottle of cold water. Where had that come from? Oh, right, the mini-fridge in the corner. He took several big swallows to ease his throat from the muffled yells he'd screamed into the pillow. His ass was on fire, but that was now the only place he was hurting. The professor held up a bottle of cooling lotion, and Rode silently nodded and then lay back down in the same position he'd been spanked in. Gently, the man's hands worked the lotion into his welted skin, cooling it down and bringing him needed relief. He let him do it for at least fifteen minutes before turning on his side to drink more water.

"I wish you didn't require such a… such a… primitive… method of guilt release. Ever think about becoming a Catholic? Then you could just go to confession."

"Naw, I'm happy being a Methodist," Rode smiled. "But thanks for helping me out. I really do feel a lot better now."

"I understand the concept, Rode, it's just my brain is wired a bit differently. But it makes a certain amount of logical sense. I'm glad you feel better."

Rode scooted across the bed on his knees to the man, and lifted his T-shirt up and over his head. Then he ran his hands across the firm muscles in his chest and abdomen. Professor Bertrand wasn't overly hairy, but he wasn't smooth, either. He had a sizable trail of hair going down his middle, and a patch on both pecs. Rode gently pushed on him until he lay on his back, and then he went to work on the man's athletic shorts. They had an elastic waist, so he was able to get them down and off in short order, leaving him only in a pair of white briefs. Rode's dangling penis was rapidly stiffening again as he put his hand on the professor's crotch and kneaded his penis and testicles through the cotton fabric.

The man lay there and let the boy explore his body to his content. Before too long, there were two hard penises in the room, though the professor's more than matched Rode's, exceeding it by two inches as well as having notably bigger girth. Rode slid the professor's underpants down so he was now naked as well.

"I showered just before you came," the man said. "Just in case you wanted to do this."

Rode eagerly went down and tasted the man's fresh penis. There was a drop of pre-cum oozing out of the end, and he licked the salty taste. Then, with one hand exploring the professor's pubic bush, he started to suck on the end of his hard cock. Hearing him sigh in contentment, he smiled to himself and went to work. He wasn't trying to make the man cum; far from it. He just wanted to spend a few minutes sucking Professor Bertrand's magnificent penis before the next part. After licking every part of him, head to shaft, and all over his large scrotum, Rode was very eager to move on.

Rode eagerly mounted the pillow again. The man came up behind him, and he felt his hot breath on his anus. Then his tongue started to attack his boy hole, licking, probing, swirling around. He groaned in pleasure at this oral assault on his boyness.

The professor rimmed him for about five minutes before stopping, getting up on his knees and forcing the boy's legs open wider. He felt a finger coated with cold lube work its way inside him, and he started taking deep, steady breaths to prepare for what was to come. The professor was not sparing with the lube; by the time he withdrew his finger for the last time, Rode could feel the gel squishing around inside him. He knew he'd appreciate every bit of it in a minute or so.

He felt the man's large tool pressing against his boy hole, and he knew he was about to get fucked. Doing his best to relax back there, he closed his eyes and let his breath out. His anus was tight, and valiantly resisted the invasion, but the professor was relentless, and eventually his anal ring gave way and the penis was forced inside. He gasped; the initial entry was always painful, but he knew that would only be fleeting.

The professor stopped to let him get used to it, and then when he assured him it was okay, he started to ease in deeper.

As much as Rode liked fucking and being fucked by the other boys, it was simply different with a man-sized penis. With the others, he was the 'big guy'; here in the professor's bed, he was very much the 'boy'. The man's heavy weight on top of his body pinning him to the bed felt reassuring and satisfying in a way he couldn't explain. His own hard penis was leaking pre-cum like crazy as the hard cock slid all the way home and he felt the professor's balls wedge up against him.

At first, there were gentle strokes in and out, but as his back passage got more relaxed, the pumping came harder and faster. The passion in both of them was quickly rising, and he knew that it was a matter of minutes. His grunts turned to squeals as he was fucked by the big, hairy dick.

The professor stopped and pulled him onto his hands and knees, fucking him doggy-style. This enabled the man to reach around and take hold of his swinging penis, stroking it in time to his thrusting. Between that and the large male organ filling him up, Rode had no way of holding back. He cried out, and jets of pubescent semen erupted from his boy's penis and sprayed the bed.

The professor took his hand from his member, and grabbed his hips with both hands, pumping him hard and making a Slap! Slap! Slap! sound as their bodies connected. Then he cried out and filled Rode with what seemed like a gallon of man seed. The hot liquid spread inside him and soon started to overflow and leak down his leg.

There was a 'pop!' sound as the professor withdrew his penis, leaving Rode feeling empty as his reamed-open asshole slowly started to close again. They lay on the bed silently spooning, the man holding his naked body tightly to his.

Ten minutes later, they got up and rinsed off in the shower, Rode shyly smiling at the naked man who had just taken him from behind. There was no need to talk much; the satisfaction they both felt was heavy in the air. After drying off, they both got dressed, and then went and shot a few games of pool in the billiards room.

"Thank you for being there for us, Professor," Rode said as he won the last game. "And for being there for me, too."

Rode put the cue stick back in the rack, and then suddenly went and kissed the professor on the lips. Then he smiled and left, climbing on his bicycle.

"I am the leader of the Underpants Boys," he said to himself as he started to ride off. "And there's nobody better for the job than me! Nobody! Anybody who wants to fuck with us is going to pay the price!"

This episode focuses on Rode, the fearless leader of The Underpants Boys. He was really the first character I thought up, and I liked him so much, I decided to flesh the concept out. I have lots of ideas I never develop, but this one just lived in my head long enough, and got stronger each time I thought about it. I liked the idea of a boy so macho and self-confident that he didn't mind letting everybody know that his favorite color was pink. In a way, such a boy is also going to be a bit contrary, and I've tried to put a bit of that into him. At first, I expected to have trouble finding a boy's name that meant pink, and figured I would have to name him 'Floyd' (because of Pink Floyd, the only link I thought I would get), but then I found this Greek name which actually means 'pink'. It's pronounced 'rowd' and it seemed a very strong and macho name. (It's just as well I didn't have to go with Floyd, as that name literally means 'grey', which is an entirely different color).

Because Rode and Leon are brothers, I had to find a last name that would cover them both. Carlisle simply means 'Isle of Carl' and Carl means 'strong man'. I figured it worked, but honestly, it was because I was listening to Belinda Carlisle at the time I was thinking up last names.

Rode is basically The Flash in terms of his powers. I don't usually give boy characters huge penises because it's not all that realistic, but in this case he's modeled after a friend's son who, at age 12, happened to be ridiculously well endowed. The name 'Pink Streak' actually came from a joke one of my brothers and I used to have when we were boys about a character we made up who had a very long and elastic penis that would get stretched out and then retract so fast that all you would see would be a 'pink streak'.

I thought about giving Rode similar powers to Mister Fantastic with this in mind, but I liked the super speed better, and I could just see too much silliness with a penis that you could wrap around somebody's neck and choke them with.

Once I had the idea to make him part of a team, he was always going to be the leader. I still wanted him to be very much a boy, but to be as responsible as you can get when you are twelve, though without making him a man-child. Having his mom run off helped with this; he is extra protective of his little brother, and relates to his father in a way he would not if there were still two parents around. Basically, he's just that all-around good kid that adults notice and wish their own children were like. At the same time, he feels a lot of pressure from being the leader of the Underpants Boys, and I wanted to give him an outlet for that. He can't discuss it with his Dad, but of course he can with Professor Bertrand.

I was unsure if I wanted to have any M/b stuff in these stories, and while it will mostly remain b/b, I think there's room for it. Rode does have a spanking fetish; I made that clear early on, and now you can see that he likes getting it as well as giving it. I mean, 'likes' in this context doesn't mean he enjoys it when it is happening, but he likes the emotional release it brings. I don't need to detail everything that has happened, but it should be clear that this has been going on for a while. I'll have more to say about Professor Bertrand in a couple of chapters. He's a complex guy, so I hope I have shown enough of that using him as a supporting character to demonstrate that he's not just some horny tool who wants to fuck boys.

Chapter 10

Duncan did not want to go down the stairs. He was hungry enough, but even the smell of breakfast wafting through the house wasn't sufficient temptation to go down and face his family. On a weekday, everybody would be in motion, trying to get out of the house as fast as possible, and he could slip unseen through the chaos, grabbing food and avoiding interactions. That wasn't possible on a Saturday. Both of his older siblings would be hanging around, and neither of his parents would be going to work, either. Everybody would be sitting at the breakfast table, and he'd have no defense.

But he'd been invited to hang out with the Underpants Boys in their treehouse! What would they think if he showed up late? Would they think he didn't think it was very important to be on time? That it wasn't all that big a deal? But it was a big deal! Duncan had tried to remember the last time any boys had asked him to hang out with them without being made to by some 'you-must-include-everybody' adult, and the answer was, well, never! Oh, he knew that it was mostly them being grateful for how he'd helped them out, but if he hung out with them, maybe he could show them even more ways he could help. And if only he could keep his stupid mouth shut, maybe they wouldn't get sick of him. Gritting his teeth, Duncan opened his door and marched down the stairs.

Nobody bothered to say good morning to him, so that was a good sign. He scooped up some scrambled eggs and bacon in a plate, poured some grape juice, and sat at the table.

"Tripp, I need you to mow the lawn today, okay?" his father said to his older brother.

"Aw, dad. Me and the guys were going to go throw the football around? Can't the twerp do it?"

"Don't you practice football all week? And, no, your brother isn't strong enough to push a lawnmower. It won't take you more than an hour."

"Yeah, I guess this string bean can't push more than a computer mouse," Tripp said with a sneer.

Duncan was tempted to point out that hardly any computers used a mouse these days, but figured it would be better to ignore it. He was used to ignoring such comments from Tripp.

"But Dad," he protested. "It's not even my mess! I haven't been in there for weeks. Tripp won't even let me. And I was going to go hang out with a friend."

"That'll be the day," his sister Linda chimed in. "And don't look for me to do anything. My sorority has a social tonight. I have to be there by 10:30 to start helping out."

"Young lady, as long as you live in my house rent-free, you will contribute one way or the other. It's your turn to do the laundry, and, yes, that means folding it as well. However, you can do it tomorrow, if you like. And Duncan, the same deal goes to you. Even if it's not your mess, you'll be cleaning it up. And the next time your brother won't let you in, come and talk to me."

"Dad! I'm not letting him in there when my friends are over hanging out. He's weird, and he embarrasses me!"

"Say, anytime the twerp wants to bring over his imaginary friends, I'll stay out of the games room, and they can hang out there. Deal?"

Tripp got up, giving Duncan an unseen kidney punch as he went. Duncan quickly swallowed the rest of his food. Honestly, it could have been worse. He went and grabbed his bike before his father could find some excuse to keep him there, and off he went.

His mind was going a mile a minute as he pumped the pedals. He had so much to think about. He had been observing the Underpants Boys from a distance for weeks, ever since he'd figured out who they were. He loved superheroes, but had never expected to actually get to meet one, much less find a whole team of them in his neighborhood. When he'd seen a chance to help them out, he took it, and had been rewarded with a level of inclusion that he'd have never been able to imagine.

Duncan had known about sex, of course. He read everything he could download onto his Kindle; he even knew what gay sex was. All the same, he'd been shocked to find the Underpants Boys participating in it with great enthusiasm. Even more so when Cole initiated him in it, telling him he had to as a condition of being allowed into their inner sanctum. The other boy had only touched and sucked his penis, something Duncan had found unexpectedly pleasurable. Later at home, he had even masturbated for the first time, something else he had heard of but had never tried. A whole world had been opened to him, and now Duncan was terrified of being cast out of it. He understood instinctively that he would not be likely to find sex partners on his own, not with his social skills. What if that had only been a one-time thing? An exchange for helping them out?

He had been over the moon when Cole had told him in computer class on Thursday that the Underpants Boys were all going to hang out at the treehouse on Saturday, and that he was welcome to come join them. Since then, though, he'd been fighting anxiety. He'd already decided that if they expected him to suck their penises, he would do any and all. It wasn't something he'd ever thought of before the other day, but he would do anything to get Cole (or any of them, really) to do that to him again. And it was fair enough; if somebody is going to do something nice like that for you, you should certainly do it back. Duncan didn't expect any favors, because nobody ever did them for him.

What made him a lot more nervous, though, was if they wanted to stick their penises up his bottom. He'd read about sodomy, and knew it was common enough in certain cultures, especially the ancient Greeks. It seemed to fit; the Underpants Boys were brave warriors, just like the Spartans. But the idea of them doing that to him… would it hurt? Would it just feel weird and unnatural? Obviously the Underpants Boys liked it, based on what he had observed, but he was afraid. What if that's what it took to keep getting invited over…?

He saw where they kept their bikes; several were already there. He walked down the path to the treehouse.

"Hi, guys!" he called up, instantly worrying if that was too goofy a thing to say.

"Oh, come on up, Duncan," Rode said, his head leaning over the railing. Duncan could see he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He looked nervously at the methods of ascent. The rope with the knots was right out; no way could he climb that. The boards nailed to the trunk of the tree would probably be the easiest, but then he'd have to shimmy up a wide limb to get to the porch, and he wasn't at all sure about that. He figured he'd try the rope ladder that led to the gate on the porch again, though he'd had trouble with it last time. He put his foot on the bottom rung and made it two steps up before it started to swing wildly, and he began to feel a bit panicky and helpless. He didn't want to call for help, but he didn't know what to do.

"Wait," Cole said, seeing his distress. He leaped over the railing and floated down. He was wearing nothing but his black briefs.

"You can do this," Cole said, "But it takes some getting used to. Here, I'll hold it at the bottom."

Cole grabbed the swinging ladder and steadied it. Duncan took a deep breath and started to climb again.

"The secret," Cole said, "Is if you are the last one up, just take it slow, and if it starts to swing, wait for it to stop before climbing again."

Duncan found it a lot easier without it moving all over the place as he climbed. The porch got closer, and then he was able to reach up and touch it. Suddenly he noticed that Cole had floated up next to him.

"I wasn't even holding it for the second half of the climb," he told him. "You did it by yourself."

"Good job, Duncan!" Rode said, offering him a hand and pulling him up. Duncan saw that all the boys were in their underpants, lounging around and nibbling on snacks. Fox offered him a chair, and he sat down, feeling really awkward. Should he take his clothes off, too?

"So… um… do you guys ever get sunburned?" It was all he could think to say, but the moment the words left his lips, he felt really stupid. What an idiotic thing to say! He started to stammer an apology, but Gavin stopped him and answered it.

"We don't, actually. Lucky for Fox, since he's almost as pale as you are. We can get a bit of a tan, but even that takes a long time. Professor Bertrand says it's all related to our powers, just like our skin being bulletproof."

"Who's Professor Bertrand?" Duncan asked. Several of the other boys shot Gavin dirty looks, and there was this really awkward silence. He felt like he wanted to sink through the porch. At last Rode spoke up.

"It's all right, Duncan. Gavin probably shouldn't have mentioned him without talking to the rest of us first, but if you're going to hang out with us, you're going to find out about him. He's… oh, how to start?"

"Why not start at the beginning?" Cole suggested. "With how we got our powers? It won't make sense if he doesn't know that."

"Yeah, okay, that's a good idea. Somebody get me a soda if I'm going to go into all that, though. That's a long story."

"Thank you. Now sit down and shut up, you dumb fuck," Rode said, trying not to laugh and not really succeeding.

"Should I…" Duncan whispered to Cole, putting his hand on the bottom of his shirt.

"Whatever makes you feel comfortable," Cole murmured. Duncan couldn't figure out the answer to that. Being the only boy dressed made him feel uncomfortable but stripping to his briefs would also make him feel weird. He was a pale matchstick compared to Rode. Even Leon seemed to have more muscle mass than he did. But he realized that he stood out like a sore thumb, so he gathered his fledgling courage and peeled off his shirt. After pausing for just a moment, he also slid his shorts down and tried not to blush too much. Fortunately, nobody remarked on his action, not even Gavin, who seemed to have a quip for any event.

Just then, Fox climbed up, and eagerly stripped to his red briefs as he pulled out a chair. Watching the red-haired boy's casual action and the others' complete indifference to it made Duncan feel a bit more comfortable about it.

For the most part, he wasn't interrupted as he told it. Every now and then, one of the other boys would jump in to clarify something or offer their take on it, but Rode would let them add their bit and then take up the story again. Eventually, he got to the point where they had picked out their team name, and he drained the last of his soda and put it down.

"Wow! So much. It's funny, people online have speculated as to how you got your powers, but none of them have any clue."

"Why don't we go inside before our I.T. guy gets crisped?" Gavin suggested. "I'm getting hot out here in the sun, anyway."

The others seemed to like the suggestion, and they went into the treehouse. It was a lot cooler, and Irving turned on the fan while several of the others got drinks out of the mini-fridge.

"Feel free to grab something," Rode told him, pointing to the fridge. "We all chip in and contribute, but nobody keeps score or anything. Sometimes we bring supplies, and other times we just put money in that jar over there for when we wanna buy stuff."

"Oh. That I can do," Duncan said. He picked up his pants and took his wallet out of the pocket. Then he retrieved a ten and twenty and stuffed them in the kitty. Money was one thing he was not short of. It felt good to be able to contribute, even though he wasn't a full team member. How could he be without superpowers? He felt jealous of Boyd, and thought how lucky he was to randomly be there when they got their powers. As he thought over the story he'd just been told, he realized he did have questions.

"So how did you guys decide to wear different color underpants?" he asked. "And where did the van come from? How did your first fights happen? Were they with supervillains or just ordinary criminals?"

"Whoa, whoa, that's a lot of questions!" Rode laughed, holding up his hand to stop Duncan. "Who wants to help me fill in the details, here?"

"I can tell you about the first time we fought a bad guy," Fox said. "Me 'n Gavin 'n Boyd were there."

"Hey, I'm proud of it! I think Duncan should hear about the first time we all got it. From what I remember, most of the time it happened around some important moments of us figuring out how to run the team."

"Well, I'll tell you about the day I first did it," Fox said. "God knows, if I leave it up to Gavin, how he'd spin it. It went like this…"

Fox had messaged Gavin and asked him if he wanted to go to the movies. He'd come back with a yes, but said Boyd was coming along as well. Fox wasn't surprised. Boyd had attached himself to Gavin at the hip. Nobody in the group minded; Boyd was a nice kid, and didn't have a smartass mouth like Gavin. Plus, even if it was just by chance, he was one of them now. One of The Underpants Boys.

They met at the theater by the mall and went in. It was a fun movie, and afterward they were hanging out in the parking lot discussing what to do next. That's when it happened.

The guy came out of nowhere; he must have been crouched down between two cars. The lady whose purse he snatched never had a chance; he ripped it right off her shoulder and took off. She had a little girl with her and couldn't do anything. A big, burly black guy gave chase, but Fox could see he wasn't going to catch him. The thief was too fast.

"Did you get a good look at the dude?" Fox asked Boyd. "Maybe we can give a description if she calls the cops. Hey, where the fuck is Gavin?"

"I don't know; when I turned around he wasn't there. He disappeared. But, look, his shirt and pants are draped over his bike."

"Oh, Christ, that idiot's gone chasing that dude. At least he's invisible. Come on, stick those clothes somewhere, we don't want to have to explain a missing friend if somebody asks."

They stashed Gavin's clothes and then went over to the woman. She was fairly distraught, bemoaning the loss of her ID and credit cards. The black guy returned, explaining that the thief had simply been too fast for him, but offering any help he could.

"I didn't get a great look at him," he said. "But I'd know him if I saw him again."

The police were called, and while they were waiting to give statements, Fox's phone buzzed. The message was from Gavin.

'Following dude from above. He shook pursuit. Now just walking. Come down 7th and join up.'

Fox messaged him back, and just then the cops showed. The two boys quickly gave their statements, and also Fox copied down the woman's address when she gave it to the police. Then they rode off, leaving Gavin's bike locked and secure. They caught up to him on the edge of Osceola Park. Gavin was hiding in a copse of trees.

"Nice purse, dude," Fox teased. Gavin had the woman's pink purse slung over his shoulder. It looked even more ridiculous paired with his white briefs.

"He dropped it after taking out her money and cards. I picked it up, but we really need to get the rest of the stuff. He called somebody, so I snuck up to see what he said. I think he was arranging to buy drugs, but I'm not sure."

"Scare the shit out of the thieving motherfucker! Come on, you two. Get in your underpants and charge up. We don't know how long we have before whoever he calls shows up."

"Hold my hands and I'll keep you guys invisible. Shouldn't take you guys too long to charge up."

Fox and Boyd both got behind leafy shrubs and removed their shirts. Then they held Gavin's hands and went invisible as they stripped to their briefs. Hiding their clothes under one of the trees, they strode out into the park. The thief was sitting on a park bench gazing at his phone and occasionally looking around as if trying to spot somebody.

"You guys charged?" Gavin asked after a few minutes. Fox and Boyd both answered in the affirmative, and then they made a quick plan. They walked until they were about ten feet in front of him, and then they broke their grip and all three of them became visible. Fox was in the middle, and the other two boys quickly moved to flank the thief. It took him a few moments to even notice they were there.

"Why are you running around stealing money from women?" Fox responded. "Give it back. Give it back, now."

"We don't want to have to call the police," Gavin added. "We just want the lady's money back."

Fox flared up and flames were everywhere on him. Boyd threw a bright ball of light in his face.

The man reached into his pocket and threw the contents out in an arc. Boyd and Fox went after it, but Gavin turned invisible and quickly tripped the guy. He shoved his hand into the fallen thief's pocket and took out some more money. That done, he kicked the man in the side and then went to help the others.

"What? Oh, shit!" Fox started slapping at his underpants, which were indeed on fire. It didn't hurt him, but they were clearly burning up. Boyd and Gavin picked up the cash and cards while he tried 'stop, drop and roll' to put out the fire. It was too late: by the time he got things to a smolder, they had been burned right off him, and fell in a smoking heap on the ground.

"Come hide me, Seagull!" he demanded, one hand over his dick and the other trying to somehow cover his naked ass. Gavin came over, trying unsuccessfully to hide a smirk. As soon as he took his hand and turned him invisible, Fox started to get hold of himself.

"Yeah; Boyd's just checking, but I think so. I'm going to put it all back in her purse."

"Walk me over to the bushes so I can get my clothes back on first, dude. I'm buck-naked here!"

Holding tightly to Gavin's hand, Fox went back to where his pants and shirt were. Annoyingly, Gavin let go of him as soon as he was in the bushes, exposing his nakedness. Fox cussed and quickly yanked his pants on, nearly catching his naked penis in the zipper. He hated 'going commando' but he hardly had a choice. Gavin and Boyd came in and got dressed as well.

"Should have left your clothes back with your bike, you bandit," Fox said, slapping him on the back of his head.

"Oh, when you have a body as fine as yours, you should be proud to show it off!" Gavin teased.

"She said she was going to the police station. Let's take it there," Fox suggested.

Gavin got behind Fox on his bike and held onto him as he rode. He wasn't used to towing somebody, but it wasn't like he'd never done it, and they managed. They went up to the front desk and explained the situation to the officer on duty. The lady was still there giving her statement, and they showed the boys into a room with her and an officer.

"I chased him on foot, but I cut over, thinking he might double back. I spotted him in a park, and he was on a bench, resting. I snuck up behind him and snatched it right back from him! Then I ran like crazy until my friends caught up with me."

"Not really, sir. I mean, he was black, but other than that, I came up behind him and didn't look at his face."

"Well, we already got a good description from the older gentleman who chased him. Can I have you boys' names and the numbers of your parents in case we need to contact you?"

"Um… it's just that… well, sir, we really weren't supposed to be seeing a movie…" Gavin said, fidgeting.

"Oh, I don't want the boys to get in trouble," the lady said. "Please, Officer Andrews, can't you just let them be anonymous?"

"I can give you an email if you really need to contact us," Fox said. It was one he didn't normally use; he'd set it up for spam.

"That will do. We don't want our young heroes to get into trouble for sneaking out to see a movie," the officer agreed. The lady opened her purse and, over the objections of the boys, pushed a $50 bill into each of their hands. When they left the station, they were all feeling quite pleased with themselves. They rode Gavin back to the theater to get his bike.

"Well, I don't know about you two, but I need to go home and get a new pair of underpants. I can't fucking stand the feeling of my dick and balls rubbing against jeans."

"Okay, we'll come with you," Gavin said, and the three of them took off back toward their neighborhood. They reached Fox's house and went inside. His big sister Dana was sitting on the couch watching TV.

"He set his underpants on fire, so he had to come back for a new pair," Gavin glibly said.

"I love your crazy stories," Dana said. "I think you're going to grow up to write for The Onion or something like that."

"So nice to be appreciated!" Gavin beamed. Dana had always been really sweet to Fox's friends, and they loved getting praise from her.

"Fox, Mitch is coming to pick me up in a couple of minutes, and we'll be gone for the evening. If you boys are going to hang around, fine, but remember to lock up if you leave again."

"Sure thing, sis." Fox led them to the back of the house where his room was, and started rummaging through his drawer for a fresh pair.

The pair he picked out had tiger stripes on them. Gavin could not hold back, and started teasing him about his 'pimp underwear' right away, until Fox took a dirty pair from his laundry basket and threw them in Gavin's face. They heard car doors and realized Dana's boyfriend had come and gotten her, and they now had the house to themselves. Fox had taken off his clothes and put on his underwear when Gavin spoke up.

"I do not, they look ridiculous. They came in a pack with some normal ones; Mom would never have gotten them otherwise."

"I'm not kidding, you know. Those really do make you look… sexy. Don't they, Boyd?"

"You know…" Gavin said. Fox felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Gavin was scheming.

"If your sister's gone… and your parents aren't coming home for a few hours…"

"I'm game," Boyd said. Of course, Fox reflected, Boyd would be game to hike across the country if Gavin suggested it.

Gavin whipped off his shirt and slid his pants off. Boyd was doing the same thing, but Fox caught a particular look in Gavin's eye. He wasn't sure he liked it.

Gavin sounded surprisingly nervous, which did nothing to settle Fox's worry about what he might be cooking up in his crazy brain.

"Try what? The last time you got me to 'try something' was a couple of weeks ago, and since then I've had a bunch of guys' dicks in my mouth."

"But you liked it, didn't you? I mean, nobody twisted your arm. It was a good idea, wasn't it?"

"I suppose. As long as nobody ever finds out about it, anyway. So what on earth do you want us to try, now?"

This really was strange. Usually, Gavin did everything he could to get the others to laugh at him. But now the curiosity factor was kicking in. Fox simply had to know what he was thinking.

"I won't laugh. I won't necessarily go along with it, but I promise not to laugh." Then he bit the inside of his lip just in case Gavin said something so far out that he did want to laugh.

"Well… maybe… I don't know… you wanna try and… fuck?" Gavin blushed redder than Fox had ever seen him do before as he said this. Fox's own eyebrows came down in confusion.

"Fuck? Don't you need a girl to fuck? How are we supposed to do that?" He looked at Boyd, who seemed just as confused.

"No, I'm not going near a pussy. You guys really never heard about dudes… fucking? Each other, I mean?"

"I think you're just fucking with us," Fox said. Though he wasn't really sure, Gavin seemed too embarrassed to be making a joke.

"Well, you better not go on some nasty porno website and fuck my computer up, dude," Fox said as he touched it and it started to awaken. "My dad says if I get a virus, I have to pay to get it fixed."

Fox looked at the screen and saw two naked guys. 'Twink Fucks Sexy Roommate' it was labeled. Not that that description was helpful to his understanding. One of the guys was lying on his back on the bed, while the other one was squirting some kind of lotion on his hard cock. He watched as the one guy moved down between the other guy's legs and….

Fox's eyes widened as the dude shoved his dick right up the other guy's asshole. Was Gavin fucking serious? Did he really think Fox was going to let him jam his dick up his butt? He looked over at Boyd, who was watching with rapt attention, clearly fascinated by this unimagined sexual act. Would Boyd let Gavin do it? Fox had a feeling that he actually might. Or maybe Gavin wanted to be the guy on the bottom? Fox had a momentary flash of himself sticking it into Gavin, and he felt a surge of excitement.

The horse had left the barn, though. His dick started to swell in size, and his ridiculous tiger-striped briefs began to tent out.

"It's… where the hell do you find out about this sort of stuff?" Fox demanded.

"I… maybe I don't mind trying it, either," Boyd said. All three of their cocks were hard now. Fox started to feel like he was swimming in a current that was driving him forward against his will. The other two boys were looking at him.

"No. I mean, yes, but not… if you're going to try this, we're all going to try it, okay? I'm not just gonna watch." Gavin broke into a huge grin at this.

"So who gets to go first?" he asked. "I should get to go first since it was my idea!"

"Okay!" Gavin didn't seem to mind. "What, are we gonna play Rock, Paper, Scissors?

"No, how about this. We take three bits of paper with 1, 2 and 3 on them. We draw. The one who gets 1…. gets it. The one who gets 2 gives it. The one who gets 3 watches. Then 2 gets it from 3 while 1 watches. Then 1 does it to 3."

Fox prepared the slips of paper and dropped them in a cup, shaking it. He held it out for the others to pick. Nobody commented on the fact that his hand was shaking ever so slightly. They all drew, and then opened them together. Fox felt his stomach lurch in apprehension. The paper in his hand clearly had a '1' in his schoolboy scrawl.

"I got 2!" Boyd exclaimed. Gavin looked at Fox. Obviously he knew what the other boy was holding.

"No, I drew it fair and square. I get to go first. Plus, you know more about this than us, so you can tell us how to do it, okay?"

"Okay, well, the first thing we need is some kind of lube. Can I see what you've got in your bathroom?"

"I can't believe I'm going to do this," he muttered. "I can't believe how Gavin talks us into this stuff."

"I… you really don't have to, Fox. I don't mind if you just wanna do it to me. Or watch me and Gavin do it."

"No, the crazy thing is that I really DO want to try it. Like I can't help myself. And I know you'll never tell anybody, but Gavin's got a big mouth sometimes. I'll die if anybody else finds out I did this."

Fox just snorted. Boyd didn't know Gavin like he did, and clearly thought he could do no wrong. "If I know Gavin, he'll probably have all of us doing this before too long," he groused.

"Yeah, as long as we don't use too much. God, I feel gay enough about this without you having to get something pink."

"Best I could find. I put a little on my fingers and… um… stuck it up my butt. It'll work fine."

"Well, you gotta start by taking off those sexy tiger underpants, dude! And you too, Boyd."

"Okay, let me just put these pillows in the middle of the bed. Yeah, good like that. Now, you lie down on top of them. Face down."

Fox mounted his bed and draped himself over the pillows. His bottom was now sticking up in the air.

"Right, now spread your legs apart. Yeah, a little more if you can. Boyd's gotta get between them. There, that should be good."

"I'm crazy. I'm fucking crazy," Fox muttered into his bedspread. "I can't believe I'm going to let somebody stick their dick up my ass."

"Okay, now I'm going to put some of this stuff up you to make it slippery, okay?"

"Well… um… I have actually… put things up there before. By myself, I mean. Pretending."

Fox heard the lotion coming out of the bottle. He took a deep breath, having no idea what was going to happen next or how it would feel. Then he felt a cold, wet finger touch his anus, and he twitched involuntarily. Gavin pushed against it, and the digit slid in surprisingly easily. It felt kind of weird, but Fox realized it was not unpleasant.

Gavin moved it in and out a little bit and then pulled it back out, squirted more of the lotion on his finger, and gently re-inserted it. Fox felt the involuntary muscles in his rectum clenching.

"Wow, your butt's actually sucking my finger deeper in," Gavin said. "Do you like it?"

Fox didn't want to admit it, but silence was as much of an endorsement as anything.

"I don't mind it," he said. "I guess it feels okay when you're moving it back and forth."

"Okay, now I gotta put some of this stuff on Boyd. Come here, let me have your dick. Yeah. just like that."

Fox turned his head and saw Gavin squirt out a glob of the lotion and coat Boyd's erect penis with it. Then he directed the other boy to get on his knees behind Fox on the bed. Boyd put his hands on Fox's back, and sort of held him uncertainly. Gavin got him to scootch up right up next to Fox's exposed ass.

"Hey, watching it and doing it aren't the same. But we'll figure it out. See, Boyd, wiggle up a bit more. Yeah, like that. Now press against his butthole."

Fox felt the head of Boyd's boy cock poke at him. Half of him felt ridiculous, but the other half somehow wished Boyd would figure it out and get inside him. The anticipation was building. Boyd was having trouble, though. He kept slipping up or down Fox's crack when he tried to force it in.

"No, you'll get it. Here, let me try holding you. Okay, now push forward again."

"Oh, shit, dude, you're in!" Gavin exclaimed pointlessly. Both Boyd and Fox were clearly aware of the location of his penis.

"Okay, Boyd, so what you do is you pull back just a little bit. Not too much or you'll slip out. Then push it back in."

Boyd did as Gavin told him, and Fox felt a pleasant rush from the friction in his anus. From the sound Boyd made, he enjoyed it, too.

"Yeah, keep doing that," Gavin said. Boyd tried, but he quickly slipped out. It took a bit of doing for him to get it back in, but it was easier than before. He slipped out two more times before he really seemed to get the hang of it, but then he humped Fox's bottom like an eager puppy. Fox himself found the experience quite pleasant. He wouldn't have thought it, but feeling something going in and out of his butthole was quite a rush. When Boyd suddenly increased his pace and then culminated in an orgasm, Fox was actually a bit disappointed. But Gavin was eagerly offering to change places with him, and Fox realized he wanted to find out what it felt like to be the one on top. Gavin had already lubed up his own butthole, and Boyd showed Fox how to apply the lotion to himself.

As he lined up his throbbing member on Gavin's boy hole, he felt a rush of masculine energy. What he was about to do made him feel weirdly powerful. He held his penis at the shaft and pressed against the tight hole. His dick did try to slip away, but he wouldn't let it. He pushed until Gavin's door gave way and he plunged inside.

Right away, the hot, tight flesh felt fantastic on his tool. Both he and Gavin gasped in unison. In no time, he was balls-deep in his friend. His heart was hammering with excitement as he looked down and saw his penis hidden inside Gavin's body.

"Fuck me, dude!" Gavin urged, and Fox needed no further encouragement. He slid back and then pushed forward again.

"Ooooh, yeah!" he said. This was great! He did slip out a couple of times, but he found his way back in easily enough. Soon there was a slap-slap-slap sound as he fucked Gavin on his bed. He felt the sensations getting stronger and stronger, and knew he was about to cum. He gave one last hard thrust, and then he orgasmed with a loud cry.

Feeling spent, he slid his softening penis out of Gavin's asshole and sat down to watch the third act. Boyd was now climbing on the pillow, and Gavin was wasting no time getting into the top position. He penetrated the blond boy with ease and quickly started fucking him like a champion. Clearly, he'd benefited by having the others go first. Plus, Fox realized, he'd likely watched this very act on his porno website many times. It didn't take him long to 'get the feeling' either.

When he was done, all three boys lay down next to each other, naked still, but relaxed.

"Me? Yeah, um, yeah, I loved it." Boyd sounded embarrassed to admit it, but Fox felt the same way, so he could relate.

"Because they'll think we're crazy-ass fags?" Fox said, waving his hands for emphasis.

Fox didn't have a good answer, and for once, Gavin was silent. He could see the other two didn't think it was quite the problem he did. Well, maybe they were right. It did feel good. Really damn good. What would it be like to do it with Cole? Or Irving? Or even Rode? Christ, Rode's dick was so big; would it even fit? But thinking about his friends that way made him feel incredibly excited. His resolve started to fade away.

Fox finished his story and glanced over at Gavin, as if daring him to try and add something. Gavin put up his hands in mock surrender.

"Yo, don't look at me like that. That's how I remember it, too. I just knew I really liked it, and wanted to do it again and again."

"The day we were at the professor's and he ordered our underpants and masks and stuff."

"Oh, yeah, then that was before me. I didn't do it until after we had our underpants."

"Let me tell the story, amigo," Porf said. Rode held out his hand to him, indicating that he should take it away. Porf leaned back and started the narration…

"Well, that just won't do, will it, boys? Just won't do," Professor Bertrand was saying. "We can't have Fox's underpants burning to a crisp all the time."

"Oh, they're doing lots of things with fire resistance these days, lad. I don't think it's a big problem. I can find a way to treat your underpants so they won't catch fire. But this actually leads me to something else. If you boys are going to continue to use your powers openly, you are going to need proper masks and not those cheap ones from the store. And perhaps matching underpants, if you're going to present yourself as a team.

"Well, they don't have to. Maybe you could each come up with a symbol and we could print them on the seat of each pair?" The professor suggested.

"No, my mom would wonder what that was about when she did the laundry," Fox said. "What if we each just wore a different color pair?"

That unleashed a torrent of boys' voices, shouting out colors and demanding to be heard. Chuckling a bit, the professor raised his hand and they fell silent.

"Okay, let's make a list. There's nine of you, yes? Nine. There's six colors in the rainbow plus black and white. And then some other ones like brown, gold and grey, so there should be enough. Let's start at the bottom of the spectrum. Who wants red?"

"Why don't you flip for it?" Porf suggested. Both agreed and Fox won the toss. Leon looked unhappy but he had to admit it was fair.

"Can I have orange, then?" he asked. Nobody else wanted it, so they moved on to yellow. Nobody spoke up at first, but then Boyd raised his hand.

Irving had laid his marker down on green and nobody challenged him, so blue was next. Jay, Gavin, Cole, and Porf all put their hands up for that.

"I'm giving blue to my brother," he announced. Jay beamed and hugged him. Porf thought that was cheating a bit, but for a good cause, so he didn't protest. He and Cole had a coin toss for purple, and he was very happy he won it. He liked purple just as much as he liked blue.

"So we still have black and white left," the professor said. "And things like grey and navy blue."

"I'll take black, then," Cole said. "I guess it really fits me best. With my darkness powers. And since I'm Black Hole."

"Oh, sort of magenta, perhaps? Well, we might be able to come up with that. Let's look online. And everybody, give me your underpants size."

It took some looking, but they found a designer label of boys' underpants that had all the colors they needed except for Rode's. But luckily, the same designer had an identical men's line, and the men's small would fit Rode. The professor ordered a dozen pairs of each, saying he'd need to do some experimentation on them, and he didn't want them to run out of clean pairs.

"Irving, I'm going to treat yours so that they repel water. And with some of you others, I will see what else I can do to help with your specific powers. I'll be ordering masks as well. I think I can even work a way to put mini radios and microphones in them."

The boys left and rode back to the treehouse. It wasn't long before pants were coming off and hard penises were going into mouths. But then Gavin and Fox proceeded to demonstrate their new skills at fucking, right in the middle of the room in front of everybody. Other than Boyd, all their mouths dropped open, though none of them objected or said much of anything. It just seemed so much to take in. Gavin clearly relished being the center of attention, but Fox was obviously a little uncomfortable with so many eyes on him.

"Hey, it feels good," he said defiantly as he finished pounding Gavin's ass. "Both ways. You all should try it, sometime."

Of course, all the boys denied that they ever would try such a thing, but the seed had been planted. Most of the boys went their separate ways, but Rode invited Porf over to his house to hang out and watch TV. He was happy to take him up on it; with so many siblings in his place, he rarely got a TV to himself for very long. Leon went next door to play with his friend Croix, so it was just the two of them in the house.

"So what did you think about Gavin and Fox today?" Rode asked when an episode ended and they were waiting for the next one to cue up.

Porf gave Rode a dirty look. He said he was trying not to think about it, so why did he want to keep talking about it?

"Oh, come on! Don't give me that look. You can't get it out of your head any more than I can."

"I certainly can't if you don't shut up about it. What the fuck is wrong with Gavin, anyhow?"

"I mean, why'd he have to do that in front of us all? I don't care if he and Fox want to do that, but why make us watch?"

"Well… he got us all to suck dick. I guess maybe he thought we'd go for this, too.

"What bothers you more, Porf? That Gavin and Fox did it, or that you now want to know what it's like?"

"Look, I do want to try it," Rode said. "It doesn't have to be with you. I really don't want to let Gavin do it, because you know how he carries on, but I could talk Cole into it, I'm sure. But you… if you want to try it, the only ones you'd trust would be me or Irving. So I'm giving you a free shot. You don't have to let me do it back, I just want you to do it to me. If you don't want to, say so, and I won't bring it up again, okay? I promise."

Porf turned away and took a handful of chips from a bowl. Deep down, he knew he DID want to try it. Rode must know it, too, because he would not have pressed him, otherwise. And, yeah, he or Irving would be the only ones he'd even consider doing such a thing with. And Rode was here and Irving wasn't. Rode wouldn't tell, he was sure of that. But he'd know. Jerking other guys' dicks and sucking them off was one thing. But this… this was as gay as it got. At least, getting fucked; maybe being the one doing the fucking wasn't so gay. After all, he'd seen a dirty movie once where a guy fucked a woman up her ass. It really wasn't any different, was it?

Rode hopped up and led Porfirio to his bedroom. He silently took his clothes off and dropped them on the floor. Porf realized he'd better do the same, and he stripped down to his underpants.

"No… um… let me try it like this…" Rode said. He climbed onto the bed, but then got on his hands and knees with his butt lowered. Porf could see it was right about the height of his crotch. In spite of everything, seeing his friend's smooth, naked butt in front of him caused his cock to swell to maximum staff. He slipped his briefs down and stood out of them. His penis was sweating out lubrication in anticipation. He got up close to Rode, and saw the target.

"Yeah, I at least wanna try it. If I don't like it… well… so what? It'll be our secret forever."

"Okay, amigo. I don't really know how to do this, but I'll give it my best try."

He put his penis against Rode's anus. The head was so covered with his slippery secretions that it just slid up and away. Porf realized he'd have to hold it steady. The next time he started to push, at least it stayed in place. But it came against Rode's tight virgin hole and didn't go in.

Porf remembered one time his uncle had needed his insulin shot. Nobody else had been around, so his uncle asked him to do it, because he'd hurt his right hand. Porf had felt very squeamish about breaking the skin, until his uncle told him to just shove it in and not to worry about it. So that's what he did here: he pushed as hard as he could against Rode, and suddenly his hard penis forced its way inside his friend's anus. It was so sudden and his dick was so slippery, he went all the way down to his balls in one go.

"No, don't do that. Just… hold on. I wasn't expecting it all at once. Part of it felt good, but it's like you jabbed me inside."

Both boys were silent. Porf realized the feeling of Rode's warm, tight anus enveloping his male organ was even better than the feeling of getting it sucked. Especially where the tight anal ring was clasping it. Rode shifted his body ever so slightly and took a few deep breaths.

Porf did as he was asked, and the wave of pleasure made his knees go weak. Rode grunted slightly as he sunk back to his hilt.

Porf took several more experimental strokes, feeling better each time. Rode shifted a bit, doing different things with his legs as he tried to discover just what was the best position to be in. After a couple of minutes, it was plain that Rode was enjoying it as much as him. He reached under himself and took hold of his large erection and began to stroke it. The idea that this was turning Rode on that much gave Porf a primal rush. Suddenly, he felt his balls start to tighten. He made four quick thrusts and then he was ejaculating deep into Rode's anus. It was fantastic! He kept his body tense until he was done shooting, and then he looked down at his friend. Rode was looking over his shoulder with a sly grin.

"You came," he said. "I felt it! That was good. Weird, but really, really good!"

"I'm sorry," Porf said. "I came before you did. I wasn't even trying, it just happened!"

"No problem, Porf. Honestly, if you went on any more, I might have gotten sore. But if you ever change your mind and want to do it again…"

Porf let his penis slip out of Rode's anus. It made a sucking sound as he was uncorked. He had to sit on the bed, as his knees were too weak to hold him any longer. Rode was casually grinning at him as he sat beside him and slowly stroked his hard cock. Porf thought he should at least suck his friend off, but….

He didn't want to admit it. He kept trying to push the thought away. But it wouldn't go. His anus was starting to leak onto Rode's bed, and he tingled inside. The desire was there, and no amount of pretending would change it.

"I said I wouldn't, Porf. You know I'll keep my word. And I won't ask you to do it again, I'm just saying if you want to have another go sometime, I'm game. Are you okay if I see if Irving wants to try it?"

"No… I mean, no, I don't care about Irving, I…" Now Rode just looked confused, and Porf was getting flustered.

"No. Shut up! Just…" he poked Rode in the bare chest with his finger. "If I… If you… If we…you don't ever tell a fucking soul!"

"You're not gay, Porf. I'm not either, I just wanted to know what it felt like."

"Porf," Rode said, looking deadly serious again as he stood up. "I get it. I wanted to know, too. That's why I trusted you, because I knew you'd respect me. And I respect you. Our secret, and nobody ever finds out."

Porf got up onto the bed the way Rode had before. It seemed awkward, and he shifted his legs around, trying to find a position that felt natural. He felt Rode's hands on his thighs and calves as he helped guide him into position.

Neither of them talked. Porf didn't want to, and Rode picked up on his desire for silence. He felt his buttocks open, and lubrication from his anus was dripping down onto the backside of his brown scrotum. Then he felt the head of Rode's steel-hard penis touch his wrinkled anus, and his body twitched. His mind wanted to tell him to stop, but his body had other plans. He took deep breaths, trying to calm his nerves. Rode was pushing against him, and the force was increasing.

All of a sudden there was a stab of pain as his asshole gave way and Rode penetrated him. But his friend's dick stopped at the head: he didn't go balls-deep in one thrust the way Porf had. Rode was gentle, controlling the entry and sliding in very slowly. The discomfort had only lasted a few seconds, and now the feeling of being filled up inside made his dick snap back to full attention. He started jerking himself even before Rode slid his dude piston all the way home.

At first, Rode took short, easy strokes, but as Prof's body grew to accommodate him, he started going deeper and faster. The electric feelings coming from inside his body made his head swim. Why didn't more guys know about this? It felt so good! Before he knew it, he was shooting a second load all over Rode's sheets. And even before the last little bit had dribbled out, he felt Rode slam up against him and blast his boy load into him. Rode quickly withdrew, and his sperm leaked out to mingle with Porf's.

"Guess I need to wash the sheets," he said with a sigh of contentment. Porf was just as glad to have Rode's large cock out of him; it had started to hurt right there at the end. But for most of that time… wow!

"Well…" said Rode carefully. "I liked it too, you know. It's our secret but if you ever want to do it again…"

"I… I could lie and tell you I won't, but I can't even make myself believe that."

Porf and Rode both burst out laughing, and the little bit of lingering tension left the room.

"Well, my first time was the day we got the van," Cole chimed in. "And that was just after we ordered our underpants, because we were wearing them that day."

"Yeah, how did you guys get the van? That's just the coolest thing!" Duncan gushed.

"Hey, it's my story!" Cole cut in. "I mean, that was the day I first Did It, so I should get to tell the story."

"Okay, okay, not gonna fight you for it, dude! Take it away, and I'll just open another coke."

"Okay," Cole said as everybody sat back and relaxed, "We didn't set out to go find a van or anything. In fact, me, Gavin, Jay and Boyd were just going to go watch a baseball game. The Orange City Navels were playing and…"

Boyd had been the one to mention the game; Cole thought it was funny that the kid who was new in town was the one who seemed to know the most about the team. He'd only gone to a game once before with his family, but Ursula has been bored and the two of them had wound up fighting most of the time. After that, his father swore never to take them to another baseball game again.

Boyd had asked them if they wanted to go, but Cole had said that he didn't have any money, so he'd have to pass. Of course, that just turned the devil inside Gavin on.

"Oh, come on! Like we'd be the first boys to sneak into a baseball park! We just can do it better than anybody else. Plus, I'll buy a hot dog or something. It's not like they'll be losing money. I'm not going if I can't get in free. And the place won't be full, so we'll just find some empty seats to sit in. Come on, guys, it'll be fun!"

"I'm game," Boyd said. "I had money to pay, but I'll just use it to buy snacks and a drink, so they'll get the same money from me.

"Okay, let's do it," Cole said. Of course, Jay agreed once the rest of them did, and they got on their bikes and started to ride down the road. There was no hurry. The ride would take about twenty minutes, but the game wasn't due to start for an hour.

The stadium was on the outskirts of the city, and as they got near, they found themselves riding through an area which seemed a bit industrial. They stopped next to a large car junkyard to get some water and catch their breath. Hearing a loud, grinding sound, they looked through the chain-link fence to see what was making the noise.

The boys watched as the heavy equipment reduced a white car to an unrecognizable cube of metal. When it was done, a forklift came and lifted another car into the crushing zone.

"Hey, it's a Mercedes," Gavin said. "Look, it's still got the hood ornament. HEY! HEY, YOU!"

"I'm gonna see if he'll let me have the hood ornament. It'll be fucking awesome."

Gavin's shoulders slumped and he moved away from the fence, but he glared back and the man.

Cole looked at Gavin. He looked both mad and embarrassed, and he muttered under his breath for a good five minutes before they reached the ballpark.

"Find a good spot where we can charge," Gavin said. "Oh, here, behind this building."

They walked between two buildings and found a small lot surrounded by brick walls and a few steel doors. There were no windows, so unless somebody else came down the little alley or opened one of the big doors, they had privacy. Gavin stripped to his underpants, and so did Cole and Jay.

"Hey, you don't need to," Cole said, as Boyd started to strip as well. "We won't need your powers."

"When in Rome," Boyd said with a shrug, as he stripped to his underpants anyway.

A couple of minutes later, Gavin indicated he was ready. Cole could feel he was charged enough as well. They held hands and became invisible, then filed back out into the road. Cole had Gavin and Jay on either side, and Boyd was holding Gavin's other hand. He turned on his anti-gravity power, and as soon as they all felt light, Gavin and Jay lifted them gently into the air. The side of the stadium wasn't high, and it took them less than a minute to crest it and settle down on the top row of seats.

There was a scoreboard and they moved behind it. Nobody could see them now, so they turned visible and quickly dressed. Then they went and got some snacks and waited for the game to begin. Baseball really wasn't Cole's favorite sport to watch, but it was fun enjoying the game with the other boys, and shouting encouragement to the Navel players. Even better when they won the game 5-3.

"I have to admit," Cole said to Boyd as they walked out of the park and unlocked their bikes, "that really was a fun afternoon! Great idea!"

"Hey, don't I get some credit?" Gavin protested. "If it wasn't for me, you pussies wouldn't have gotten in!"

"Boys sneaking in is an American tradition! Can't let our way of life die out, can we?"

"You are so full of shit! But yes, you brought out our bad side. You get a Tom Sawyer award."

"I'll take that!" Gavin preened. They got on their bikes and started to ride back. They rode for a few minutes, and then Gavin, who was in the lead, suddenly stopped.

"Oh, shit, no," Cole groaned. "Haven't you done enough trespassing for one day?"

A few minutes passed. Cole kept checking his cell phone to see how much time had passed.

"What is he doing in there?" he groaned. He would never leave a friend, but he figured he might give Gavin's ass a good kick when he finally returned. No doubt he was scouring the place in hopes of finding another Mercedes. Probably wasn't going to be one, either.

The three of them walked over to where he seemed to be. Cole folded his arms and gave a pissed-off look to the area where he guessed he was standing.

"I'm not gonna believe it 'cause I'm not gonna see it! Get your ass back on this side of the fence, and let's get the fuck out of here!"

"I didn't find what I was looking for," he admitted. "But I found something much better. There's this van. I swear, it looks almost brand new. They haven't even taken the wheels off yet. But there's no engine; the hood was up, and it looks like the engine caught fire or something. The area where it would have been is all burned. But that's the only thing wrong with it."

"Forget about what they should do with it, what about what WE could do with it?"

"Us? What do we want with some van with no engine? You got a spare one you can drop in it?"

"Get it?" Cole protested. "I don't have the first fucking clue what you're talking about!"

"We're the engine! Think about it! You could degrav it, and Jay and I could fly it!"

"Think about it. Irving said just the other day how cool it would be if we could all fly. Well, only Jay and I have that power, and like Rode said, it's really not safe to go up too high or too far with everybody just holding hands. But what if everybody was sitting in that van? You can degrav it and us. Jay holds on to one side and I take the other. Even if for some reason one of us slips and lets go, you'd still have it degraved, and you'd just float along until we grabbed it again. It can work, see?"

Cole put up his hands. It seemed like he should have some objection, but he couldn't find one. He had to admit that the idea sounded exciting, and given that he was so central to making it work, he also had to admit that he would enjoy how important it would make him feel. Of course…

"You forgetting how rude that fat ugly bitch was to me? Plus, they're just going to destroy it. You really need to see it; it would be a sin to let it get crushed when it could still be used."

"We'll put 'em in the van. Plenty of room," Gavin assured him. "Come, let's find a quick place to charge up."

The four boys found another secluded place, and the other three stripped down again. There was a smelly dumpster, which Jay complained loudly about until Gavin told him to stop being a pussy and shut up.

"We gotta be fully charged if we're going to try this," Cole said. "Not going to risk running out of power when I'm up in the sky."

"I feel like I'm halfway there." Boyd pointed at him and set off a burst of light in front of his crotch. His power level instantly spiked.

"Okay! Off we go, then." They sat on their bikes and held hands while Gavin turned them invisible. It was awkward to walk the bikes with their feet while keeping their hands together, but they managed it. When they came to the fence, Cole degraved them all, and Gavin and Jay took them carefully over the fence. Then they moved through the junkyard until they came to the van. It was dark blue with silver upholstery. As Gavin had said, it looked to be in great condition other than the fact that its engine had burned up.

"I do too, it's just…" Cole paused. "Aw, you know what? Fuck it. That fat asshole was really rude to you. Let's take it."

It wasn't locked, and Cole opened the back doors. They lifted their bikes up. Cole worried about cameras filming them, but all they'd see was the back door opening by itself and, if the angle was good enough, bikes suddenly appearing. They were taking care to all stay invisible, though he wished they had those PJ Masks handy.

"All right," Gavin said. "Cole and Boyd get in the front seats. I'm gonna try and turn the whole thing invisible when you do."

"No, but I can do that other thing where it's really hard to see. That'll be good enough."

Cole and Boyd scrambled in. Cole held his hand in front of his face to protect it, and Boyd did the same. He sat in the driver's seat and took hold of the wheel. He concentrated and sent his degrav powers into the van.

"No, it's not," Gavin cut in. "It's just inertia. Come on, Blue Balls, push! It's started to move, see? And you guys can stop covering your faces, we're in stealth mode."

Cole looked up. The van was clearly a few inches off the ground and getting higher. Gavin and Jay were lifting, and it ascended until it was level with the top of the fence.

"You're a felon," Cole corrected. "And now we are, too. Get us the fuck out of here!"

The two brothers took them up a little higher and then started to move forward. It took a while for them to get a rhythm of working together, but once they did, the van soared through the air.

"This is a stolen van, you jerk. We can't just put it by his house. What if somebody thinks he took it?"

"This was your idea in the first place! If you don't have a spot, I vote we just leave it in the parking lot of the Walmart and forget about the fucking thing!"

"How are we going to get it there? This sure as shit's not going to fit down the path," Cole said.

"We'll ask them afterward," Cole said. "It's cool. They're my cousins, remember? Pretty sure Rode won't mind. Nobody's going to see it there, anyway. We can hide it under a couple of those bushy trees."

"Well, I don't really know where I'm going," Gavin said. "One of you two tell us where to go."

Cole took out his phone and brought up the maps app. Soon he was directing them, though the poor app seemed almost distressed at how the van went off roads and through obstacles, and constantly had to recalculate the route.

In a lot less time than it had taken for them to ride out, they were approaching the clearing with the treehouse, and started to come down gently. There was indeed enough space to land comfortably.

"Wait," Gavin said. "Keep it degraved for just a minute. We can push it right there, see?"

Cole did see. Two trees were close together, and their branches arched over and touched each other, making for a leafy roof. Gavin and Jay pushed the van toward it; fortunately, the steering still worked. Cole turned the gravity on just a little bit so the car stayed on the ground as the other two pushed it into place.

"Unless you're going to add on a bunch of missiles and stuff like that, this isn't really like the Batmobile, you know," Boyd pointed out.

"Can't you pretend? Anyway, I think it's pretty cool for us. Beats trying to ride everywhere. Jay and I can probably fly this really fast, so we can go a lot further now. So, was this a great idea, or what?"

"Yes, Gavin," Cole admitted. "This was a great idea. All hail Sir Gavin of the White Briefs, the Seagull of the Skies, the Abductor of Automobiles, the Van-Stealing Villain, the Invisible Bandit…"

"Thank you, thank you!" Gavin said, bowing theatrically. Cole could tell Gavin liked the praise, even if given in an over-the-top and sarcastic tone.

"My big brother is the smartest, when he's not getting into trouble," Jay agreed.

"Aw, you guys…" Gavin blushed, but he was also beaming. "Hope the others like it too."

"So…" Gavin said, his smile going from appreciative to mischievous. "I can see I'm not the only one worked up from using my powers!"

Cole had been trying to ignore the erection in his briefs. Not that he didn't want to do something about it, but he'd been busy making sure the van stayed degraved, and hadn't wanted to focus on it. Now that their task was done, it was aching with desire. A quick glance told him the other boys were hard as well.

"Up to the treehouse?" he suggested. Gavin and Jay simply flew up. He wrapped his arms around Boyd, degraved them both, and took a big jump. Feeling the other boy against his body only made things worse, as far as being horny went. All four of them landed on the porch, and Gavin took out the spare key and opened the door.

"Come on," Gavin said, coming up to him and taking him in his arms. "Don't pretend you don't know what I mean."

Cole did know what he meant, but he wasn't at all sure he wanted to say it. Gavin put his hands on his hips, rotated him until he was facing away, and then tightly embraced him again. And then meaningfully ground his crotch against the seat of his black briefs.

"Oh, God," Cole groaned. A whole meadowful of butterflies had taken flight in his stomach.

"Come on," Gavin murmured. "You'll like it. I promise you will. And you can do it to me, too."

"Liar. You do, too." Gavin put his hand on the front of Cole's briefs and started to stroke his stiff member through the fabric.

"See? No excuse, now. If my little brother's gonna try it, you can try it, too."

Cole felt Gavin's hands move from the front of his underpants to the side, and then he hooked his thumbs inside the elastic waistband. Before he knew it, the other boy was easing them down, exposing his pale white bottom.

"You didn't say 'no', either." Cole felt his briefs get pulled down to his thighs, exposing all of his private areas.

"'Kinda' doesn't count. And I don't feel like taking 'no' for an answer, anyway. Not when I know you're gonna like it."

Cole felt his underpants fall to his ankles. Gavin had one hand still wrapped around his bare chest, but now he had moved his middle back away from him. He realized that he was pulling down his own briefs. His eyes darted over to Boyd and Jay. They were staring at him, riveted by what was going on.

Cole felt Gavin pull him backwards against his body. This time there were no underpants in the way, and Gavin's stiff cock pressed against his buttocks. Gavin wiggled a bit, and it came to rest in the cleft between them.

"We gonna do this now, or am I gonna have to rape you?" Gavin whispered in his ear.

Cole's hands were trembling slightly. At last, he stepped out of his briefs and took several unsteady steps toward the gym mat. Remembering what Fox and Gavin had done, he scrunched up the beanbag chair and lay face-down over it. His ass felt extremely exposed, sticking up in the air, especially with Gavin moving in behind him. He looked back, saw the other boy's stiff penis jutting out, and tried to imagine what it would feel like shoved up inside him. Part of him shuddered in dread, but another part of him, one that he was trying to deny, was also excited.

"You're gonna like it, Cole," Boyd said softly, coming up beside him. "I promise."

"Okay, I hope so," he grumbled. "I believe you a lot more than I believe this rapist."

"Can't rape the willing," Gavin said as he got on his knees behind him. "You're gonna thank me when I'm done."

"We won't like you if you don't take a dick up your ass!" Gavin said with exaggerated sarcasm. "You can always use that excuse if you like. That'll work until next time, when you'll be begging for it. Jay, grab me that lotion over there, okay?"

Cole wanted to protest that he'd never beg for such a thing, but Gavin seemed to have a witty retort to everything he said, so he figured perhaps he should just shut up and get it over with. If it hurt, he was going to throw Gavin off no matter what he said, even if he had to degrav him.

He watched Jay walk over with the lotion in his hand, and then he handed it to his big brother. Jay's blue underpants were tented out nearly as much as Boyd's yellow ones.

"If you guys HAVE to watch, can you at least get naked, too?" he asked. He wasn't sure why that mattered, but it did.

"Why, 'cause you're about to be my bitch?" Gavin teased as he pressed a lubricated finger on Cole's virgin boy hole.

"Gavin, if you call me that again, I swear, I'm gonna get up, and you can just fap by yourself," he said with a growl. "I don't have to take that."

"Hey," Gavin said softly, putting his hand on his bare back and gently rubbing him in circles. "I'm sorry. I'll cut out the bullshit. I swear you're gonna like this, but if you're really not ready to try, we don't have to do it now."

Cole let out his breath. Now that Gavin wasn't pressuring him, it wasn't quite so bad. He took a few deep breaths and tried to relax.

"No, it's okay. It's just… I'm kind of scared, okay? I didn't even know… this… was a thing before last week. I never heard about guys doing anything like this."

That just made him feel silly for making such a fuss. "No, thanks Jay, I'll go first. If your brother ever gets it together, that is."

"You don't want me to do it without doing this first," Gavin said softly. He pushed his slick finger against Cole's tight anus, and it slid in without much trouble. Cole shivered. He'd not had anything up there since he'd needed a suppository a couple of years ago, and then his mother had just quickly eased it in and withdrawn. Gavin was sliding in and out, squirting more lotion on his finger each time.

"Feels… weird," Cole said. He could see Boyd and Jay staring at his asshole as Gavin's finger penetrated him. He understood their curiosity, but he still felt really exposed and embarrassed. I mean, he had another boy's finger up his butt!

"I think… yeah, should be good," Gavin said a few seconds later as he withdrew his finger.

The butterflies in his stomach took wing again. This was the moment of truth now, and despite his bravado, he was not at all sure he was ready for this. "Am I supposed to do anything?" he asked.

"Just relax," Gavin told him. "Breathe in and out. "I promise I'm gonna take it really slow. Just tell me if something feels not okay, and we'll hit pause."

He felt Gavin's hands on his naked cheeks, spreading them wide. He felt his asshole being exposed to the air. The treehouse was silent except for the sound of four boys breathing. He kind of wanted somebody to say something, but wasn't sure what. Gavin would just say something stupid back, anyway.

Then he felt what was obviously the head of Gavin's penis touch his boy hole, and it twitched in response. He told himself to relax, but he had no idea how you relaxed your butthole. Wasn't the whole point of it that it was an involuntary muscle? That was what they had learned in health class, anyway. Gavin leaned against him, and the pressure started to increase. Then it slipped and went up his buttcrack. Gavin took it in his hand again and re-aimed it. This time he held it steady as he pushed against Cole's boy hole.

It happened so fast, Cole was caught off guard. One moment, it was outside pressing on his puckered anus, and then it suddenly slipped in, and Gavin's body was flat against him.

Cole found that he was, and said so. He certainly felt the presence of the invading penis, but it wasn't painful or anything. It felt really weird, but not in a bad way. But he also felt really embarrassed that he had another boy's dick up his ass.

"I know it's in," Cole said in an exasperated tone. "It's my ass. I can feel it."

Gavin started moving back and forth, taking short, slow strokes. To his credit, he kept checking in with Cole to make sure he was comfortable.

"So what do you care? It's only us here, and this feels good. And you're gonna get a chance to fuck, too."

Cole sighed and closed his eyes. Gavin was pumping away, and he had to admit that he enjoyed the feeling, unusual as it was. And his bald dick was totally stiff, pressing against the beanbag chair. He didn't think the feeling of getting fucked would be enough to make him come, not unless he started to fap himself, but there was enough pleasure in it for him to make it worth the ride.

Gavin was going faster, and he guessed that he was about to orgasm. And sure enough, thirty seconds later, Gavin cried out and thrust all the way forward, holding himself tight against Cole as his penis pulsed inside his body.

"Who, me?" Gavin said in a tone of feigned innocence. "Anyway, now there's only one virgin left in here, and we're going to fix that soon."

"Not before your skinny little ass gets fucked!" Cole demanded, turning on his back, sitting up and pointing sternly at Gavin. Gavin put his hands up in surrender.

"Hey, don't have to twist my arm! I already told you I liked it. You wanna find out what it's like to be on top, move over and let me get there."

Gavin took his position face-down and ass up. Cole was momentarily unsure of how to proceed, and had way too much pride to ask Gavin, but Boyd came to the rescue. He lubed Gavin's anus up and instructed Cole how to get behind him. He even held Gavin's pale white cheeks open as Cole lined up.

It took Cole four tries to slide his penis home: he couldn't seem to get the angle of approach right at first, and his hairless penis kept getting diverted up or down. Eventually he got it right, and it slid home. The feeling was so intense, being inside Gavin's warm and tight boy hole. It was far better than fapping. "Wow!" was all he said, even enjoying the feeling of his little scrotum being pressed up against Gavin.

Cole started pumping in and out. At one point, his penis slipped out, but this time it was very easy to slide it back in. As good as this felt, he had no space in his mind to worry about if it was 'gay' or not. He just knew how fantastic it made his penis feel. He didn't want it to end, but he was already so keyed up that he wasn't able to last more than three minutes before he had a mind-scrambling orgasm.

"Well, I know I'm good, but I don't know that I'd compare myself to Jesus!" Gavin crowed.

"Oh, Gavin, just shut up for a minute. You win. I take it all back. It was even better than you said."

"Hey, we're friends, right? I wouldn't have tried to talk you into something if I didn't think you'd like it."

"I know but… anyway, shut up. And you don't get to tell anybody about this unless I say so, okay?"

They both started laughing and couldn't stop. They rolled around on the floor naked, and with Gavin even smacking the wood in giggling hysteria. By the time they were eventually able to stop, Cole's sides were hurting.

Cole sat back and watched as Gavin carefully prepared his brother to have his anal cherry popped. Once he was lubed, Boyd got into position, and soon worked his hard penis inside. Cole did find it was exciting to watch, especially knowing it was Jay's first time, just as it had been his a few minutes ago. The two boys grunted and squirmed as the little one was fucked.

In five minutes, Boyd came, and then the two of them switched. Jay didn't last very long either, squealing in delight as he came for the first time inside the anus of another boy. At that point, Gavin and Cole were both rock-hard again. Boyd offered his ass up to Cole if he wanted another go, and he was happy to take advantage of it. His second experience of buggery was just as enjoyable as the first, and the fact that Gavin was fucking Jay right next to him made it even more intense. But after that, the boys really were spent. They rinsed off in the pond before getting dressed. Cole smiled at Gavin as they slipped their new colored underpants back on. How long would it be before they'd be doing this again? Somehow he knew it wouldn't be very long!

"So after that, we went to Rode and Leon's house and told them about the van. So that was my first time. And Jay's, too." Cole said.

"I still can't believe you just stole it," Duncan said. "I didn't even know you guys flew around in a van before the other day. I thought you just rode your bikes everywhere. None of the people who follow you have any clue."

"Well, yeah, I told you I'm a member of a private group that follows superheroes and supervillains."

"I guess we weren't paying close attention," Rode said. "What the hell do they say about us? That's kind of creepy."

A couple of minutes later, he was ready, and a website came on the screen. It was in the form of a message board, and Duncan clicked on the section that said Superheroes. There were lists of various heroes and groups, including a subsection that said 'The Underpants Boys'. Duncan opened that, and there was a group of posts pinned to the top with each of their superhero names, and then various other messages beneath.

"Oh no, there was a debate about that a few months ago," Duncan said. "But everybody decided that since you're all kids, that would be a really shitty thing to do. The consensus is that your parents know about your powers, by the way. Which is totally wrong."

The write-up on Superbrat wasn't very long. Mostly it just said that he appeared to have super strength, and there were various estimates at how much he could lift.

They went through the entries one by one. Some of them went into some depth, such as the one on Black Hole, which speculated about how extensive his gravity powers were, but completely missed his ability to turn his hands and feet into magnets. Nobody had a good theory as to why they went around in their underpants; the two most amusing suggestions were 'exhibitionists' and 'too cheap to afford real costumes'.

"How did you find this group, Duncan?" Rode asked, clicking his teeth at a poll which estimated his age at 14.

"You have to bring original content to be allowed in," he said. "I shot some footage of you guys that time you clashed with the Faculty of Fear in the mall. By the jewelry store, you know? So they let me join. They don't know I'm a kid, either. Pretty much everybody here is anonymous."

"I was going to talk to you about that. I'm a trusted member, especially where it comes to you guys. Because of that, I could actually plant false stuff to throw people off, if you wanted. Or you could stage a fight which made it look like you could do different things than you really can. Only if you want me to, like I said. Otherwise, I can just keep following along and see what other people might know."

"Could be useful," Porf admitted. "Anyway, don't do anything right away. But it might be worth putting some fake news out there."

"Are we the only kid superheroes they have listed on this website?" Irving asked.

"Yeah. I mean, there's been a bit of talk that there must be other kids with superpowers. Some people thought that it was impossible before puberty, but you've proved them wrong. And the fact that there's a whole group of nine of you really freaked some people out. A few people tried to push a theory that you were all related, but because Porf… you know…"

"And also, Irving's Jewish. I mean, his name makes that clear. And some posters were like, no way Fox is Jewish, so most everybody agreed you couldn't all be related."

"What's that post about our masks?" Irving asked. Duncan clicked on it and brought it up. There were some pictures that had been zoomed in on. The earpiece was obvious in close-up, and there were posts speculating what else might be part of the masks.

"I guess we can fill you in about them," Irving said. "I'll do it, because that was the day that I first…"

"What do we have here, green? Yes, green. This will be for you, Irving," he said. "Come, let me see if it works."

Irving scooted his chair over, and the professor held up the green mask. There was a strap attached, and a small earpiece on the right side. He got behind the boy and carefully placed the mask over his face. It only covered his eyes, about half his forehead and half his cheeks. He wasn't sure what it was made of, but unlike those felt ones Gavin had pinched from the store a few weeks ago, this was really comfortable. It seemed to fit his face perfectly. The Professor had taken pictures of all their heads with his 3D camera, and apparently it modeled it just right.

There was a click, and then the mask was tight on his face. But still perfectly comfortable.

A small earbud went into Irving's ear. Then he picked up another mask from the box. A blue one; obviously it was Jay's.

"There's a very small microphone in each of these masks," he explained. You can set them for transmit and receive or only to receive. Irving, can you hear me?"

The man's voice came into his ear as clear as day. He put his thumb up in delight. Then he turned to the wall. One whole side of the gym was mirrored. The mask looked cool as hell! It was nothing like the goofy toy mask he'd been wearing before. Now Irving felt like a real superhero! The professor started to fit the other boys with their masks, and they practiced talking to each other over them.

"They all have a tracking device in them as well," the professor said. I wrote an app that you can put on your phones so you can track each other when you have them on. Also, when you want to take them off, just touch them here on the side like this…"

"I've set them to read any of your fingerprints," he explained. "And also mine as a default. But nobody besides me and you boys can take off your masks if you don't want them to, nobody but me and you. It's a safety feature; I didn't want somebody trying to pull them off your head in a tussle."

The boys were all thrilled with their masks. Leon had tried to talk them into getting capes, but the professor had pointed out that a cape would block the sun, and also might get in the way, so the idea had been dropped. He also produced some shoes for a few of the boys: fireproof ones for Gavin, extra sturdy ones for Rode, and water-repellent ones for Irving.

By the time all of the boys had tried on their masks and had them fitted and adjusted by the professor, the sun was going down, and they realized it was time to head to their homes. Off they scattered, but Irving had been invited to spend the night with Rode and Porf in the treehouse. Mr. Carlisle had bought the bunk bed he had promised, and the boys had put it together. Rode had talked his father out of coming to do it himself. He'd wondered if the boys would be able to get it up the tree, since it was kind of heavy, but they told him that they'd take it up in pieces and assemble it. Of course, Cole had simply degraved the box, and Gavin and Jay had flown him up with it.

The place had really come a long way since the first time they'd all sat together and fapped, Irving thought, as the three boys went inside. The solar hook-up Rode and Leon had bought with their birthday money had been hooked up, and Fox had donated an old TV from his family's kitchen. So there was light, and they hoped to pool enough money for a mini-fridge, soon. It would certainly be a fun place to spend the night!

Rode's father had ordered pizza, and he sent a text when it came, so Rode dashed to his house and came back with their dinner. Soon it was gobbled and washed down with drinks, and the three boys were lying on the mat digesting it contentedly. The evening was warm, so they had all stripped down to their colored underpants. Irving rubbed his plump stomach in satisfaction.

"So, amigo, we were wondering about something," Porf said. Irving turned to look at him.

"We wanted… um… carajo, you tell him!" Irving raised his eyebrows and then turned to Rode.

"Our friend wants to share a secret with you," Rode said. "Only he's a bit embarrassed by it."

"We know. We're not worried about you shooting your mouth off. So I'm just going to tell you straight. We wondered if you wanted to try fucking."

"Yes. See, later that day, the two of us… well, we tried it for ourselves. And we liked it. Didn't we, Porf?"

"We've done it a couple more times since then. And we both thought we'd like to ask you if you wanted to try it as well. If you don't, well, that's okay. But if you do…"

Irving's eyes darted back and forth between his two best friends. In one sense, he felt a little left out that they'd done this without him in the first place. But he was also surprised that Porf had done it at all. It's not that Irving hadn't thought about it, but he'd figured if he wanted to try, he'd have to approach Gavin, and he wasn't sure he wanted to put up with the gangly boy's shit. But Porf and Rode were different. Plus, both of them were older than him, though neither by more than ten months.

"Okay," he said, coming to a decision. "I mean, if you both like it, it must feel pretty good, huh?"

Irving could see Rode's sizable penis expanding, and his own member was rearing its bald head.

"Oh, I don't know," Irving said with an embarrassed giggle. "What do you recommend? You're the experts!"

"We're no experts," Rode said dryly. "You're thinking of Gavin. But why don't you let Porf fuck you, and then you can do it to me."

"Um… okay." Irving felt like he should be objecting somehow, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. "So are we gonna get naked, then?"

In response, Rode stripped off his pink briefs and let his erect penis spring free. Porf did the same with his purple pair, and then Irving's green set joined the pile of discarded underwear. They decided to do it on the bed, and Irving lay on the bottom bunk, face-down with his plump bottom raised up by a set of pillows. Porf climbed on behind him and started to rub his naked ass cheeks.

"Oh, don't worry, you'll get to try that, too," Porf told him. "But it actually feels good once you get it inside you."

All the same, Irving was happy that Rode wasn't going to be the one breaking him in. He felt Rode's hands prying apart his fat buttocks, and then the wetness of Porf's slippery missile was placed against his boy hole. Porf traced circles around his puckered anus for a minute, waiting for him to relax, and he found he was. Then there was the feeling of pressure as his friend started to force his way forward.

This is it! Irving thought to himself. My last chance to back out. Because if I don't say anything, I'm gonna get fucked! Right up my…

And then the moment was gone. Porf provided enough force that his hard penis crashed through Irving's back gate. The slippery member, having battered its way in, proceeded to invade a good way up him.

"Yes! I mean no! I mean, yes, but not all that much. It's just… fuck, I've got another guy's dick up my ass!"

For a moment, Irving felt ashamed. But then it passed; it mostly seemed to be a reflex. These were his two best friends, after all, and they had both already done this with each other. Who cared what somebody else might think? It wasn't their business anyway. And… truth be told… it was already starting to feel pretty good.

Porf sensed this, and started to work back and forth in his ass. Irving found he enjoyed the feeling of the other boy's weight on top of him, and the warmth of his middle pressed against his ass. Rode was no longer holding his ass cheeks, but he was sitting next to them, stroking Irving's bare back. Reaching out, Irving took hold of Rode's throbbing member and started to squeeze and tug it.

The brown-skinned boy started pumping faster, and Irving was a bit afraid he was going to start feeling sore. But then Porf grabbed hold of his shoulders and made one last deep thrust. Then he felt the spreading liquid warmth as Porf ejaculated his boy juice inside him. Knowing that his best bud had just cum inside him made Irving that much hornier. His own dick was pressed hard against the pillows, and was aching for its own release. Maybe he could fuck both Rode and Porf!

All he could think was that it was Mr. Carlisle, come to check on him, He'd just die if that was the case! Rode turned on his super-speed and rushed to the door, throwing it open into the night. In a trice, he was back, his little brother in his hand, suspended by the back band of his orange underpants.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" Leon bleated. "Stop giving me a wedgie, Ro! Please! Let me down, it hurts!"

Rode dropped the little boy unceremoniously on the gym mat. Leon reached behind and pulled his briefs from out of the crack of his ass.

"I asked Dad if I could come out and sleep with you guys," Leon said in a slightly teary voice. "He said he didn't mind, but that I had to ask, and that if you said no, I wasn't to make a fuss. I sent you a text, but you didn't answer. So I came out to ask, but I didn't get a chance to even knock on the door. I didn't see anything, honest!"

"Yes, you saw something, brat," he said. "I'm sure you saw plenty. But that can't be helped."

He picked up his phone and verified that Leon had indeed sent him a message. Obviously he'd been too distracted by the boy-on-boy action to notice.

"He's less likely to blab if we let him stay, you know," Porf said. Irving didn't know what to say. He had cum leaking out of his reamed asshole, and an 8yo boy was getting an eyeful of it.

"Why is it a big deal?" Leon asked, using his hands to get into a sitting position. "Gavin and Fox did it the other day. And Jay told me that he and Cole did, too."

"Do you want to try it?" he asked the younger boy. From the way his eyes lit up, he knew he'd guessed right.

"Well… yeah… kinda… can I?" This last bit was directed at his big brother, who sighed.

"I'm supposed to be protecting your virginity, Leon, not… but… aw, fuck it. You want to join in, I guess you can."

"Dad, um… he said to let him know if it was okay if I could sleep out here…"

Rode sighed even deeper and picked up his phone. There was no way he'd trust himself to have a voice conversation with his father at this moment. He just texted him that Leon would be spending the night in the treehouse with the rest of them. He did not bother to inform his father that his youngest son, all of eight years old, would soon be experiencing anal sex for the first time.

Leon had peeled off his shirt and shorts, and was left with his orange underpants. He looked expectantly around.

"No, I'm too big for you, squirt. Especially the first time. I think Irving's gonna be the one."

"It's not complicated," Rode assured him. "You just stick it in him and then move it back and forth. We'll tell you what to do."

Rode agreed this would be a good idea. After yanking his little brother's underpants down, he lifted him up on the bed by Irving. Irving was lying flat on his back, and Porf was rubbing his wide prick up and down with his natural lube. Rode had placed Leon face-down over his lap, and was using even more of Porf's lube to prepare the little boy. A slick finger was inserted into the boy's tight anus, and Irving watched as Rode worked the little hole. He could see he was being careful and taking his time, but he didn't mind. Porf was stroking him very slowly; just enough to keep his engine running, not to cause him to build up.

Rode went from one finger to two and repeated the process. Then he told Leon to get up on his knees and move over by Irving's middle. He sat on Irving's plump belly and, unable to resist, Irving gave his hard little penis a quick squeeze. Leon giggled at this. Then Rode and Porf maneuvered him so that he was right over Irving's staff. Porf held Irving steady and on target while Rode made sure Leon was lined up.

As he felt the tight boy hole, he gasped in pleasure and anticipation. He watched Leon's face, fascinated by the eager joy displayed on the younger boy's features. And then gravity did its work, Leon sunk down, and Irving felt the tight, warm embrace of his slippery anus as the last of the Underpants Boys had his cherry popped. Leon's face crinkled in pain, but Irving was not the one in control here. But as he continued to watch, the discomfort started to fade, and Leon's smile returned. Rode whispered in his ear, and soon Leon was gently bouncing his little butt up and down on Irving's penis. Rode jerked his little brother's member as he was impaled. Porf had come over, and was now offering his wet cock to Irving

"I cleaned it off," he assured Irving, so he opened his mouth and took it inside. Because Rode and Leon were doing everything down by his dick, he was able to focus on Porf and suck him properly. By now, he knew just what the other boy liked, and within minutes, he was shooting his second load of the night into Irving, this one oral to match the previous anal.

Leon was gasping, and he loudly came, his tight anus getting even tighter on Irving as it clenched. That was enough for him, and he blasted off as well, his orgasm enhanced in new and secret ways by Leon's love tunnel. Poor Rode was just about out of his mind with lust by then; while Irving and Leon relaxed next to each other on the bed, talking about what they had just done, Rode pushed Porf down on the gym mat and desperately fucked him until he was able to blow his first load as well.

After that, they were more relaxed, though they did not stop enjoying each other. Rode allowed his little brother to fuck him, and thus Leon became the last of the team to lose his virginity both front and back. Irving had a go with Porf, and Leon even managed to talk Rode into fucking him with his big brother dick, though Rode was extremely careful and gentle. It was midnight by the time they fell asleep, stark naked and totally satisfied.

"I'm ready!" Leon volunteered. He scampered over and put his hand on Fox's crotch, massaging his obviously erect penis through his red briefs.

"You're, um… you two are going to sodomize each other? Right now?" Duncan gulped.

"It's called 'fucking', dude, and I can't speak for Fox and Leon, but I'm certainly about to Do It." Gavin said. "As long as I can talk our Jewish friend here into letting me have some of that kosher ass!"

"You don't even know what that word means," grumbled Irving, but all the same, he did pair off with Gavin. Duncan started to feel uncomfortable as the boys matched partners, feeling almost like he was on the playground when boys would get picked for teams. He was almost never picked for teams, but, if he was being honest, he was never sure if he wanted to play, anyway. But then he saw Cole was left, and was looking at him.

Jay and Porfirio were in the bottom bunk, both stark naked, and the bigger boy was sucking on the penis of the smaller one. Duncan felt even more nervous as he climbed up to the top and saw Cole lying on one side of the bed, leaving room for him. There was enough room between the bed and the roof to kneel, but one would not be able to stand.

"Lie down," Cole said, patting the bed, and Duncan did, facing his friend at first, but then switching and facing the wall at Cole's insistence. He felt the other boy's hands on his shoulders, massaging them and kneading his skinny muscles.

"It's okay to be shy," Cole said. "But you gotta get over it, dude. I'm gonna help you."

He felt Cole's fingers slide into the waistband of his underpants. His penis was already hardening, and the other boy took hold of it, giving it a few pleasant tugs. Then he eased Duncan's briefs down his thighs, past his knees and then all the way off. Duncan looked over his shoulder, and saw that at some point, Cole had also removed his own pair of black briefs, and his bald dick was jutting straight out. He didn't like to think about where it was aimed.

"I'm gonna suck your dick for a bit," Cole informed him. "And then you're going to do mine."

Duncan felt that he was not being given a choice, but he almost preferred that. He didn't have to worry about making a decision if the option wasn't being presented to him. Cole pushed him onto his back, and then slid his own body around until his face was near Duncan's middle. Cole glanced at him, and then gave the arrowhead of his penis a sudden lick. Duncan gasped at the instant jolt of pleasure. Cole licked it several more times, not just on the head, but also down the shaft and even on his little balls. Duncan realized how much he was eagerly anticipating the next lick when Cole then opened his mouth and slid the penis between his lips. This was even better, and Duncan found that the background sounds of the other boys in the midst of their own acts faded away, and he was only aware of Cole's mouth on his small boy's organ. He expected Cole would suck it until he orgasmed, but after a couple of minutes he stopped.

Duncan's eyes darted all around. Nobody else could see them up here; they were all down on the floor or below him. And he very much wanted Cole to suck him again, but he understood the bargain he would have to make. Feeling very exposed, he shifted around until his friend's hairless penis was right in front of his face.

Duncan had never even touched another boy's penis before. He almost didn't know what to do, but remembering what Cole had done earlier and on the previous occasion when he had masturbated him, he cautiously put his hand around the base of the stiff rod. It seemed so hot and alive in his hand! He tried stroking it a time or two, but he didn't think he did it right. He just felt really awkward.

This actually reassured Duncan. He understood all about a learning curve, and as long as Cole didn't expect him to know just what to do, he supposed he could experiment. Yes, think of it like a science experiment – that was something he understood! He started to transcribe notes in his head. What would happen if you made a tight fist and moved up and down? Oh, too tight, try it again with a softer grip. Was there any value in touching Cole's scrotum? Ah, yes! That caused him to make a sound of pleasure!

Duncan kept working with his hands, but then he remembered that Cole was expecting him to use more than his hands. He gulped, but he wasn't really a squeamish boy. He would eat weird food when he got a chance, just to see what it was like. Was it really any worse to suck on a penis than to eat the tentacle of a squid? Duncan leaned forward a bit and daringly licked the end of Cole's dick.

Not only did this get a satisfactory response from his subject, he discovered that the other boy's penis really had no taste at all. Reminding himself that it was just skin, and that Cole certainly wasn't going to urinate in his mouth, Duncan opened his lips and put it in between them.

Duncan did see, and of course it was logical. He adjusted his lips right away, and tried again. This time he could tell the difference. Cole's penis was not so big that he had any problems sucking on all of it. As he had with his hands, he experimented with different uses of his lips and tongue. Thinking of it academically really took the focus off any reservations he had – it was an experiment!

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Cole asked, sitting up and gently lifting Duncan's head.

"No. I guess not," Duncan smiled, hoping Cole would now give him another turn. But that didn't turn out to be the plan.

"So now you just need to learn about one more thing," Cole said with a sly grin.

"Oh," said Duncan and the butterflies fluttered into his stomach again. "Do you mean you're going to sodomize me now? I… I don't think I'm ready for that."

"Didn't you hear our stories? All of us were a little scared the first time. Well, not Gavin, but everyone else. I was, remember?"

"Naw, my dick isn't big like Rode's, and I'm not gonna pound you or anything. You'll be fine."

"How's he going to find out? I've been getting fucked by other guys for months, and my crazy bitch of a sister hasn't the first clue. And she'd go on about it day and night if she knew. Fuck your brother, who cares what he'd think? Do you know whatever shit he does?"

Duncan shook his head. Regardless of what Cole said, he still felt the disapproving presence of his family, but realized he'd at least have to try and get past it. He let Cole roll him on his side and then push one of his thin legs out of the way. Cole had produced a tube of lubricating jelly from somewhere, and pressed a slippery finger between his buttocks. Duncan was surprised how easily it slipped in. Somehow he was expecting his anus to provide more resistance, even though Cole's finger wasn't very big. But there it was, slipping in and out, coating his rectum with the slick substance.

He did notice it when he added a second finger, but he still didn't protest. He'd decided he was just going to have to ride this out, no matter how embarrassed he felt. Instead of thinking of it as an experiment, he decided to try and think of it as being at the doctor. A doctor would sometimes have to do this, wouldn't he?

But then Cole scotched his body right up behind him. A doctor certainly wouldn't do this, not if he wanted to keep his license! Duncan felt Cole's hot penis poking at the lubricated anus. With practiced familiarity, Cole pushed, and it slipped inside, penetrating him. Duncan gasped as the seal was forever broken.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?" Cole asked. Duncan had to admit that it did not. It was certainly a strange feeling, having a penis inserted into his rectum, but it was not one he'd describe as uncomfortable. Having established that, Cole started to move back and forth, and now Duncan knew he was being properly sodomized. His father's disapproving face flashed in front of him, as well as his brother's cruel grimace, but he shut his eyes and banished them. He knew he was not the only boy with a penis inside his anus in the building, and several of the other boys were ones he admired greatly. If it was something they could do without shame, perhaps he could get there as well.

Cole held his body close, and Duncan realized the other boy must be experiencing an orgasm. Inside his tight anus, he could feel his friend's penis twitching and pulsing. Thirty seconds later, Cole pulled out, leaving an unexpectedly empty feeling in Duncan's rectum.

"Just do it, dude. Think with your dick for once, okay? You're still hard as a rock. I could suck you off, but just try it."

Cole took the lubricating lotion and used it to prepare his own anus. Then he applied a sufficient amount to Duncan's penis.

It wasn't really. Duncan had to make several tries before he could get into the right position and then successfully get his member inside Cole's rectum. But when he did, he was shocked at how good it felt. No wonder the other boys wanted to do this so often! Duncan was indifferent to the experience of being sodomized, but the feeling of having hot, tight flesh surrounding his aching penis was certainly worth the trade.

It took him no longer than Cole to achieve his second shared orgasm. Once that was done, they decoupled and lay next to each other. Many of the other boys were still clearly involved in sex, so Cole and Duncan just lay side by side. At some point, Cole took Duncan into his hands again, and coaxed another orgasm out of his penis.

They were still lying there a few minutes later when Rode walked up, his large penis now flaccid, but dangling between his legs.

Originally, I only planned one 'origin' chapter, but as I said back in 6 and 7, it grew way too long, so I had to split it. But even that wasn't enough; it didn't answer all the questions of how certain things came about, and because it only covered the first few days, nobody got fucked in it. I thought documenting the first time each boy got fucked was a rather key thing, so I conceived this chapter as a way to kill many birds with one stone. By presenting the various developments as flashbacks, I was freed from having it all happen at one time, and it gave me space to get all the boys comfortable with buggering each other. The presence of Duncan gives both an audience and a reason for the telling. With this, I really do think I am done with all the back stories, at least as far as superpowers and team-building goes. It's possible that in future chapters, I might mention things that happened in individual boys' pasts, but from now on the focus will all be forward.

One weird thing was that when I was coming up with the names for Duncan's siblings, I accidentally did something I had no intention of. I named his big sister Linda – that was from Back to the Future, where Marty McFly's sister had that name, that's what prompted me, but for the older brother, I wanted something insufferably trendy upper-class white. I think I was partly thinking about Sara Palin's oldest son (named Track) and Mitt Romney's oldest son (named Tagg) and somehow came up with Tripp. But what I wasn't thinking of at all, at least not consciously, was the Clinton-Lewinsky figure Linda Tripp. Names usually have meanings in my stories, so somebody could be forgiven for thinking I was making a reference to this, but I assure you I wasn't. I didn't feel like changing the name of either character – the names seemed to 'work' – but just want to clarify that there's no hidden meaning about the Clinton sex scandal.

Every boy has now had a chapter, and we've had this one to tie up the loose ends, so starting next chapter, everyone's going to get a second turn in the spotlight. I'm not necessarily going to follow the same order as I did with the first set, but Chapter 11 will feature Gavin as the narrator. He was simply the best one to tell the story.