The American Prince 18: Colin's Tortured Mind (Finale)

“I’m so glad you’re here,” the police psychologist said as he shook Wallace Frank’s hand. “I’m Josh Morgan, and I’ve been working with your son Colin. I’m a psychologist.”
“Where is Colin?” Wallace demanded. “I need to see him.”
“I need to talk with you first,” Josh said. “There are a few things you need to know.”
“Is he hurt?” Wallace demanded. “What’s happened to him?”
“He’s fine,” Josh answered. “Well, at least he’s fine physically. But I’m afraid he’s... well, he’s not himself. Can we please talk a few minutes before you see him? I promise you, he’s probably asleep anyway. He’s been sleeping an awful lot since we brought him in.”

“In a minute,” Josh said as he picked up the phone. “Can you please wake Colin Frank?” he said into the phone. “His father’s here.”

“You’re making it sound as if he’s insane or something,” Wallace observed. “What’s happened to him?”
“I guess he is perhaps a little insane at the moment,” Josh said. “In some ways he is in perfect touch with reality, but in other ways he is totally out of it! He keeps talking about his kidnapping, which he believes happened only a day or two ago. He has completely lost the past two months, Mr. Frank. He was found wandering around a neighborhood with his friend, whom someone had tried to castrate. Then shortly after we found the two boys, we discovered a man about two miles from where the boys were wandering. He had been strapped down to a table and his genitals completely cut off and stuffed in his mouth. The man bled to death before we found him.”

“This man who you found dead,” Wallace said. “Was his name by any chance Mark?”
“Yes, it was!” Josh exclaimed. “He was Dr. Mark Adams, a urologist from the NorthEast! But how did you know?”
“Let’s just say we go back a year or two,” Wallace said. “I suggest you get in touch with Jeremy Thompson in Boston. He can tell you all about the good doctor. He’s the one who emasculated my son, just before selling him into slavery for six months.” Josh scribbled a few notes and handed them to someone with instructions to check it out.

“I think Colin and Tommy have been with this Dr. Adams for the entire two months they’ve been missing,” Josh speculated. “We don’t know all the details yet, but we found a soundproof, airtight room in the house where the doctor was found. We believe he kept the boys in that room and kept them more or less sedated with some sort of drug introduced through the ventilation system. It’s because of that drug that they are totally disoriented time-wise.”
“He kept two boys drugged for over two months?” Wallace asked with disbelief. “What’s the drug?”
“That’s what we believe. Unfortunately we haven’t been able to figure out exactly what the drug is. It seems to be some sort of mind altering drug that kept the boys very submissive, almost unconscious most of the time. Now they’re coming off the drug and your son is not having a very easy time of it.”

“My son? What about the other boy? What about Tommy?”
“Tommy is fine. He’s a little disoriented and very thin like Colin, but he isn’t having the difficult time your son is. We suspect that it’s partly due to the fact that Colin has no testosterone in his system. Hypogonadism can sometimes cause a deep depression, especially if there’s some kind of a seed.”
“A seed?”
“Something was bothering him. Perhaps a fight with you, some bad news, some reason to feel unwanted, unloved. It seems that whatever was on his mind has been blown out of all proportion by the drug he’s been on for so long. Mr. Frank, did anything like that happen before he left home that day?”

“Actually there was,” Wallace remembered sheepishly. “Colin was going to an important swim meet and I couldn’t go. He had been counting on my being there, but I had no idea how much it meant to him until after he left. His brothers really got on me about it, so I canceled my meeting and was heading for the meet when we found his truck abandoned on the road.”
“But he didn’t know that, right?” Wallace nodded. “That fits perfectly. He’s been saying he doesn’t care if he ends up in jail for life, because no one wants him anyway. He’s in a bad way, Mr. Frank.”
“Jail for life? Why on earth would he even think of such a thing?”
“Mr. Frank, there’s been a murder! Right now those two boys are our prime suspects. As juveniles they might very well be confined until they can prove they’re no threat to society, and that could take a very long time unless Colin gets out of this depression. In his current state he couldn’t defend himself in a trial even if he tried.”

“Far as I’m concerned, if they did kill that monster, they have already done Society a very great service. They did what the law couldn’t, or wouldn’t do. I’d like you to get in touch with Dr. Jeremy Thompson in Boston. He’s a psychologist too, and he is fully aware of the entire thing. He can tell you better than I can what kind of kids you’re dealing with and what they’ve been through. He can put you in touch with members of the Boston police who can give you all the gory details. Meanwhile I want to see my son.”

“I’ll take you right up. But please be advised, you’re in for a surprise. He is skinny, nothing but skin and bones because I don’t think those boys got much solid food during the past two months. And in his condition he is belligerent, unhappy, ready for a fight. He says he doesn’t want to see you, Mr. Frank! He has to, but I just wanted you to be prepared. He is not your son right now, sir. I’m hoping that perhaps between you and your other sons, you can dig deep enough to find the real Colin Frank.”
“The other boys are with me, but I’d like to see him alone first.”
“That’ll be fine. If you’ll introduce me to the boys, I’ll see that they’re close by so all you’ll have to do is ask for them and they’ll be shown in. Meanwhile I’ll get in touch with Dr. Thompson and see what he has to say.”

“Your father’s here to see you,” an attendant said as he unlocked the door.

No response.

“I’m going to take you to a meeting room where you’ll be more comfortable, ok?”
“You mean where we can be observed,” Colin said. “You don’t have to bother, I have nothing to say to him or anyone else.”
“Come on, Colin. There are people who love you even if you don’t love yourself.”

Colin followed the man in the white pants and shirt down the wide hallway, and was ushered into a large room with a long table surrounded with chairs. Sitting on one of the chairs was what seemed to Colin to be a very old man. As the door opened the old man got up. “Colin!” he almost shouted. “My God, I thought we’d really lost you this time.” He threw his arms around his son and embraced him warmly. Colin did not respond.

“Hi, Dad,” Colin said neutrally. Wallace was thankful to Josh for having prepared him, otherwise he would have been devastated at the greeting, or lack of it, that he’d received.

“Come sit down, son,” Wallace offered. “They’ve already told me you’ve had a pretty rough time. They’ve also told me that Dr. Mark isn’t going to bother you, or anyone else, ever again.”
“He’s not done with me yet,” Colin said without emotion. “Looks like I’m going to jail for the rest of my life.”
“You’re not in jail yet,” Wallace reminded him. “You haven’t been charged yet either, and even if they do charge you they’ve still got to get a conviction, and I seriously doubt that anyone will convict you for killing a monster like that.”
“Don’t matter anyway,” Colin said. Wallace could see that his eyes were pretty misty, but he was fighting hard not to let it show. “I might better spend my life in prison as on the streets.”

“You’re through being on the streets, Colin,” Wallace said with as much feeling as he could find within himself. “You’re coming home with me. Your brothers and I have been going crazy trying to find you! We’re never...”
“Yeah, I know,” Colin interrupted. “You’re never gonna let me outta your sight again. I’ve heard that line before.”

“Colin, there’s something that you don’t know. About that Sunday...”
“It’s ok, Dad. I told ya then it was ok. It’s not like it was anything new. I guess some things never change. I appreciate all you’ve done for me, an’ I really do love you. But I guess I just need more from you than you can give me. I’ve fucked up your life, an’ I’ve fucked up Tommy’s life, an’ I guess I’ve fucked up my own life. But I got three brothers now and I’ve gotta think of them. I fuck up everything I touch, Dad! So just leave me, ok? I’ll be ok. I always seem to survive somehow, whether I want to or not.”

“Colin, when I found your truck sitting on the side of the road, empty and unlocked, the key still in the ignition...” Wallace paused to compose himself. “When we checked and you were obviously gone...” he continued as tears began to stream down his face... “Your gymn bags still in the rear... I knew you were in big trouble. Colin, it was as if someone had ripped my heart out of my chest! I wanted to...”

“Wait a sec!” Colin said. “When YOU found my truck? How the hell could YOU find my truck when you were in Atlanta?”

“I didn’t go to Atlanta, Colin. After you left for Tommy’s house your brothers gave me shit! They reminded me that I had committed to rearranging my priorities, and they told me it was time I decided where I REALLY wanted to be, and what was REALLY important to me. I called and canceled the meeting, Colin! Your brothers and I all piled in the Lincoln and headed for Daytona Beach. We tried to call and let you know but you had already left. Little Paul was so excited because he knew how surprised and pleased you’d be. But don’t ever say you’ve fucked up everyone’s life! Quite the opposite is true, son. If I had been the kind of father I should have been, none of this would have happened! NONE of it!”

“You... you really were the one that found my truck?” Now it was Colin’s turn to lose the battle with insistent tears. “You were going to the meet?”
“All of us!” Wallace repeated. “That’s where we all wanted to be that day, Colin. ALL of us!”

Colin sat with his hands folded in front of him on the table, his head down, sobbing softly to himself. Wallace knew he was digesting this new information, so he just put his hand on the back of his son’s neck and massaged it gently. “You’ve been through so much!” he said quietly. “There are things you’ve been through you don’t even know about. I’m gonna tell you about it, Son. Please listen carefully because I don’t think you can deal with all this shit if you don’t even know what it is you’re dealing with. So I’m gonna tell you all of it.”

Wallace then proceeded to tell Colin what he’d just been told: about the drugs, Colin’s deep depression, about Tommy and how he was handling the entire incident much better except that he was terribly worried about his friend. He told him that he’d been locked in that little room for two months, not two days as he believed. He told him that Mark had been dead by the time they’d found him and that they suspected very strongly that Tommy and Colin were the killers; he told him that in his, Wallace’s eyes, if the two boys had indeed done the killing then they deserved a medal, not jail time. Colin cried progressively harder as the story went on. “Lots of kids get into trouble as deep as this, perhaps deeper,” Wallace said as he embraced his son. “The difference is they have to go through it alone. You don’t, Colin. No matter what, you’ve got a father and three brothers who think you’re one awesome dude! We’re all with you, Colin! And that’s the difference.”

Wallace asked to have his other sons brought in. The room was awash with tears as the boys all expressed the same sentiments. They had been given an abbreviated version of what had happened, and all had told the cop who was talking to them that their brother and his friend were fucking hero’s, not murderers!

“May I see you for a minute?” Josh said to Wallace as he stuck his head in the door. Wallace and his sons had been together for about two hours. He excused himself after assuring Colin that he would only be a few feet away.

“Jeeeesus H Cheeeerist!” Josh exclaimed when he had Wallace in another smaller room. “Did I get an earful from Jeremy Thompson! It’s a fuckin’ miracle that boy isn’t a total basket case! Why in the hell didn’t you tell me about all that?”
“I thought it would be more believable coming from a neutral source,” Wallace replied.
“Well, you failed miserably on that one, my friend. Jeremy Thompson can hardly be called neutral. He thinks those boys are all some kinda super heros!”
“He’s not alone,” Wallace said.

“Then tell them, dammit!” Josh said forcefully. “Get your ass in there and tell them how you feel about them! I’ve got one of our Lieutenants talking to the Boston Police right now, then we’re gonna come in and let y’all know what’s gonna happen next. Oh, and Tommy has just been released from the hospital. He and his parents will be joining you and your boys in the meeting room as soon as they get here, then once we decide what to do next we can tell you all at the same time.”

Four boys sat and listened as Wallace Frank humbled himself as he hadn’t done in many years. He told them how incredibly wonderful they were, how they’d come through so much more or less with flying colors, and that he was extremely proud of them all. Three of them, two eunuchs and a pre-pubescent boy, listened and smiled. The fourth, also a eunuch, sat with that same blank expression on his face, obviously confused. On the one hand he was about to be charged with murder and put away for the rest of his life; on the other hand, this man, his father, was telling him how proud he was of all his sons. It just didn’t make any sense! And it certainly wasn’t consistent with the image he’d formed in his head of his father: rich, powerful, stern, unbending.

When there came a light tap on the door and it opened, Colin’s confusion grew. In walked Tommy and his parents, followed by two uniformed policemen. In the next few seconds volumes were said without anyone saying a word; a lot of people in the room, in fact everyone present, had a lot of questions answered without having to ask them. Colin rose from his chair, his movements more robot-like than human, then he turned and walked the few paces to stand face to face with his friend. Tommy had lost a lot of weight, was more pale than Colin had ever seen him; yet it was still Tommy. He was wearing clean clothes: a pair of off-white kahki’s and a tan golf shirt.

Tommy and Colin stood staring at each other: friends, fellow inmates, co-conspirators. Neither said a word, but if one looked closely a tear could be seen in both their eyes. Then without warning Colin threw his arms around his friend, Tommy did the same, and they kissed deeply, their lips locking together, their tongues performing an unseen ballet in their mouths, their hands roaming over each other’s backs and shoulders. Wallace and his sons, Tommy’s parents, even the two cops looked on speechless both in their surprise and their understanding of what it meant.

“You told me you loved me... back there,” Tommy said when they had ended their kiss. “I didn’t know if you meant it or if it was just more of your talk trying to bait Mark. I know now, Colin! I was so afraid you didn’t mean it.”
“I meant it,” Colin said hoarsely in his very soprano voice.
“I know. I love you too, Colin,” Tommy said. He looked around quickly, remembering that they weren’t alone; then he turned his gaze back to his lover and kissed him again.

“You know we’re gonna be charged with murder,” Colin said as they all got seated around the table. He was still in a deep depression, but Tommy’s arrival had seemed to brighten him considerably.
“Yeah, I know,” Tommy answered. “They even had me in handcuffs comin’ over here, and they made my folks ride in a separate car.”
“You don’t know that, son,” Tommy’s mom said to him.
“It don’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out, Mom,” Tommy replied. Before the exchange had time to go any further, the door opened again and Josh entered, another man with him.

“This is Lieutenant Martin,” Josh said to introduce the newcomer. “He’s the lead investigator in this case, and he’ll be telling us all what we’re up against now.” Josh went around the room introducing everyone, and then the policeman cleared his throat and opened a folder containing a large bundle of papers.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had a case any more complicated or hard to believe than this one,” he began. “I learned a lot of things from the Boston police that I could have gone a whole lifetime without knowing. Just the fact that you boys are sitting here listening to me talk is testimony to your incredible strength and courage. Nevertheless we have a serious situation here, and I’m sure you all want to know where we go from here. I have questioned Colin and Tommy, and I’ve had lots of details faxed to me from Boston about our good friend Doctor Adams and all the antics he was up to. I believe we have enough information now to close this case.”

Colin looked across the table at two of his brothers and shuddered as he felt Tommy’s hand reach for his. He took the hand and squeezed hard. Both boys knew that whatever came next, they would face it together. “As nearly as we can tell, Tommy and Colin here were abducted when their truck broke down. As we all know now, it had been sabotaged. The boys were immediately brought here to Orlando where they have been held in a soundproof, airtight room for over two months.”
“Two months?” Colin questioned. “We’ve only been here a couple days!”
“You’ve been there two months, Colin,” the Lieutenant repeated. “That’s why you’re so incredibly confused. He kept you drugged the entire time. We still don’t know what drug Dr. Adams was using and we may never know, but we’re reasonably sure it was Dr. Adams. We know that he tried to castrate Tommy as he does with all the boys he gets his hands on, but somehow these two boys overpowered him and escaped.

“Incidentally there were three boys buried under the house. Dr. Adams evidently castrated them, but he botched the job in all three cases and the boys bled to death. The doctor’s hands were severely mangled in a violent incident in Boston, so he is not as good with the scalpel as he used to be. At any rate, we have unfortunately found three missing kids, and we are pretty sure what happened to them. We found clothing and the remains of their genitals inside the house.

“We figure that once his prisoners escaped, Dr. Adams encountered someone, possibly someone seeking revenge, who did the same to him that he’d done to so many other boys. Unfortunately for the good doctor, whoever emasculated him did not know how to finish the job and the poor unfortunate man bled to death. Colin, Tommy, on behalf of the entire city I would like to apologize for the entire incident. I hope you will visit us again under more pleasant circumstances.”

“That... that’s it?” Tommy said as he squeezed Colin’s hand. “We’re not being charged with anything?”
“I don’t know what in the world we’d charge you with,” the cop said. “You’re free to go. And thank you all for your cooperation in what had to be a very difficult situation for all of you.” With that, he shook hands with everyone in the room and left.

“You heard him,” Josh said with a wide grin. “Sometimes justice actually does get done, even if it sometimes takes a little time and some prodding from five pretty incredible kids. I suggest you all go home and get on with your lives. We might be contacting one or more of you in the future, but it will only be for information. As for any criminal considerations, this case is closed.”

It took remarkably little time for all five boys to get back to normal. They went back to school, and Tommy and Colin went back to the swim team while Colin’s brothers went back to soccer, basketball and baseball. Tommy’s younger brother became a good friend of Steve’s, and his sister began putting big time moves on Gary. He wasn’t really all that interested in her or any other girl, but he had to admit she was a super dancer and Gary was no slouch on the dance floor either. So before long they were an item of sorts; an item with the understanding that sexually he was gay and couldn’t do anything for her even if he wasn’t.

It was after the end of the school year before Tommy and Colin consummated their relationship. They had got into the habit of kissing regularly, and each loved to fondle the other’s groin; but that’s all they had done. It was only a week after the end of school when Colin asked his dad if he could stay over with Tommy. “His folks are all away and he doesn’t like to stay alone,” he explained. Wallace looked at him sharply, his suspicions and his fantasies instantly on full alert. “That’s the truth, Dad,” Colin said when he sensed what was in his father’s head. “But if you’re expecting me to deny something else might happen, I’m not gonna do it. The doctor told us we needed to remain celibate for six months to be sure we didn’t have HIV and I’ve done that. Now I’m not making any promises.”

Wallace could think of at least a thousand reasons to tell his son no, but he kept them to himself. He knew deep down that his primary objection was that he was insanely jealous! What he was pretty sure Tommy would soon have, he wanted for himself. But such desires were not within the realm of possibility for a father, so in the end he just told Colin to have fun and not stay up too late. “Thanks, Dad,” Colin said as he kissed his father full on the lips, then flew out the door and fired up the red truck. Wallace went running for the refuge of his bedroom and closed the door.

“You ok?” Tommy inquired as the two boys lay in Tommy’s bed watching TV. “I mean, you had such a shitty time gettin’ over all those drugs, are you really ok now?”
“Yeah,” Colin said as he snuggled closer. “Well, maybe not totally ok. I was just thinking...”
“Oh no!” Tommy said with a laugh. “Please don’t tell me you’ve cooked up one o’ your schemes.”
“Naw, nuthin’ like that,” Colin said as he squeezed Tommy’s balls enough to get his attention. “I was just thinkin’, of all the times I’ve been sodomized, all the different men who have shoved their tools into me in one end or the other, no one had ever made love to me except maybe one. I mean, I guess I’m still a virgin in some ways. I still don’t know what it feels like to have someone I love inside me.”

“Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin’?” Tommy asked, somewhat shocked.
“I dunno what you think I’m sayin’ Tommy. So instead of us just playin’ guessing games all night, why don’t I just put it on the table? I want you to make love to me, Tommy.”

There was a long silence. Tommy grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. “You want me to... to rape you?” he said incredulously.
“It isn’t rape if it’s consensual,” Colin said in ragged breath.
“But... but you’ve told me hundreds of times how much you hated all those men doin’ that to you!”
“Uh-huh. I hated it because I had no choice. My body wasn’t my own so I couldn’t give it to them, they just took it. It’s mine now and it’s my choice, and I want you inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything!”
“But won’t it hurt?”
“Yeah, probably, at first. But like Coach always says, no pain, no gain.”
“I could never hurt you, Colin. I love you! I would never ask you to do anything like that.”
“You didn’t ask, I did. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have. I know some guys just can’t get their minds around what else I use that hole for.”

“We’re lovers, Colin! If I have my way we’re gonna be lovers for a long, long time. Of course you should ask. We should ask each other anything, if we’re really lovers. But that! I mean, shoving my cock inside you! It just seems...”
“It’s ok, Tommy, forget it.”
“No, I don’t want to forget it. I want us to talk it out. I want us to both be comfortable with whatever we do, or don’t do.”
“Ok, that’s fair. Do you WANT to do it?” Colin pressed.
“I dunno, Colin. I have to admit I’ve been awful curious, and I wish we could do more than we do. I mean, sometimes I get kinda frustrated...”

“Tommy, I’m gonna get you off tonight, one way or another. I just thought... well... I’d like you to try it. If you don’t like it we don’t ever have to do it again, an’ there’ll be no hard feelings, ok? I know you loved it the time I sucked you and I loved it too. I just thought...”
“Colin, I don’t think you understand,” Tommy said, searching for the right words. “You’ve been through so much, and forced to do so many things you didn’t want to do, and I don’t want our relationship to be like that. I don’t want to be some sorta slave master who fucks you just as a way to abuse you! I want you to enjoy whatever we do as much as I do. And if that means all we ever do is touch, I can live with that. I can always beat off when th pressure gets too much for me.”

“Is that what you’ve been doing, Tommy?” Have you been beatin’ off all this time ‘cause you didn’t think I could enjoy sex play with you?”
“Well, yeah, sometimes.”
“Don’t you remember the day Mark grabbed us off the highway? Don’t you remember he kept callin’ me a slut? Don’t you remember how he kept talkin’ about how I used to wind up beggin’ for it, even though I knew it was gonna hurt, an’ even though I hated the man that was gonna do it? I couldn’t help myself, Tommy! Everybody thinks once you lose your balls you don’t need sex anymore. Well I guess some eunuchs are like that, but not this one! I guess I’m somethin’ of a sex addict, and the only thing cutting off my stuff accomplished was to make it more difficult to get what I need.”

“Well, yeah, I was always wondering what he meant when he kept calling you a little eunuch slut.”
“And how long do you think it’s gonna be before just touchin’ me simply isn’t enough for you? How long before you get curious about what it would be like to be with a REAL man?”
“You’re more man than anyone I know, Colin.”
“Don’t even try it, Tommy! You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” he admitted. “But that... I mean me sodomizing you... it just seems so one-sided!”
“Believe me it’s not,” Colin told him. “It’s not one-sided at all! That, and bein’ touched the way you do, they’re all I’ve got now, and I enjoy them both. Make love to me, Tommy! Please?”

Tommy did. They didn’t have any lubrication, so they used their saliva and Tommy discovered the wonderfully intoxicating taste of Colin’s sweet boy pussy. When Tommy entered Colin, he was slow and gentle and careful. It took him a full ten minutes to finally bottom out, his full seven and a half inches in the tightest, warmest, softest place it had ever been. Colin insisted that he had experienced almost no pain, and certainly nothing to offset the excruciating pleasure he was feeling.

As he felt his lover fully inside him, a song Colin had heard somewhere suddenly came to him, and he cried; his tears of joy flooded his entire face and Tommy at last understood:

Let’s make love, all night long,
until all our strength is gone.
Hold on tight, just let go...
I want to feel you in my soul...
Until the sun comes up,
Let’s make love.

When Tommy began to slowly slide in and out, both boys moaned loudly. Colin was lying on his back, his knees tucked up to his chest and his behind in the air. They looked deep into each other’s eyes and shuddered violently. Colin’s phantom hardon felt so intense he had to resist the urge to check in case his long gone penis hadn’t suddenly, miraculously grown back. He had two phantom orgasms before he felt Tommy’s boy seed flowing into him as from a fire hose.

It was after ten before the two lovers saw daylight next morning. They had made love four times through the night, both of them having a desire for the other so strong he couldn’t even think of sleep until they had finally dropped off, totally spent. Colin was walking a little strange the next morning as he went to pee, but he insisted he wasn’t sore. “I just gotta keep my butt tense all the time,” he explained with a happy grin. “Otherwise those two gallons of cum you pumped into me last night will leak out.”
“So let it leak,” Tommy said with an evil, lustful grin. “I’ll keep it clean for you.” Colin knew exactly what he meant, so he relaxed his sphincter and raised his legs so his lover could discover the incredible taste of his own seed mixed with Colin’s own boy juices. They had both regretted that Tommy would never experience the taste of his lover cumming in his mouth, but this was a very good alternative and Tommy was quick to say so.

EPILOG

Tommy just graduated college with a degree in Science, but he is far from finished with schooling. He is planning to enter medical school, hoping someday to become a urologist. Colin still has a year to go for his degree in Engineering, after which he plans to join his father’s business. They are still completely devoted to each other, still perfectly content with their lives, their bodies, their sex life. Colin has strayed twice, with the full knowledge of his lover who has also been with the same partner: Wallace Frank. Colin actually encouraged his dad to make love to Tommy because he wanted his lover to experience what he enjoyed almost daily. Tommy enjoyed it and reserved the right to do it again, but for the most part he is content with what he and Colin do so much they call each other ‘slut’ these days.

Steve has just finished his first year of college. He is very popular with the girls as a dance partner, companion, even escorting many of them to various parties and other functions. He makes it clear that he’s gay and his sexual desires and abilities do not include girls and they are ok with that. As for lovers, he’s had the odd infrequent encounter, but nothing yet that has shown any promise of developing into a relationship.

Gary is much like Steve. He is still in High School and thoroughly enjoying it. He replaced Colin on the swim team as star butterfly stroker and has already shattered the records that Colin had to work so hard to achieve. He and Steve have been intimate countless times, but he has had no other lovers... Well, that’s not exactly true.

“Little” Paul isn’t so little any more. He spent two years begging his father and brothers to have him castrated so he could be a eunuch like his brothers. Naturally they refused and now he’s glad. His beautiful body pales alongside the spectacular beauty of his fully developed and functional genitals, and he has put them to good use countless times with both male and female. His most frequent lover has been, and he says will continue to be, his brother Gary.

The End