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I started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.

 

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Chapter 12 – First Night

 

As I made the turn into my drive, one of the boys asked, "Where the heck are we going? This looks like a great spot to dump bodies."

 

"Home," I responded. "And you're right, these woods are filled with the bodies of all the people who've pissed me off over the years. You be careful or you'll end up joining them."

 

"Yeah, right. You sure look like a killer to me. Big, bad gay man with a big, bad knife I bet. What do you call yourself? `The Gay Blade'?" Both boys were laughing hard now.

 

"Wow! You got right it on the first try. I'll have to change it now, for sure. Something more manly."

 

"Don't you dare. `The Gay Blade' is perfect."

 

I made the turn to the house and what I heard from the back seat shocked me.

 

"Holy shit! This place is yours?? What'd you do, rob a bank?"

 

"First, watch your mouth, second, yes, this is my home, and third, I didn't rob any banks. Not that you know of, anyway." I pulled into the garage and opened the second door so Carol could park inside also. We'd no sooner gotten out of the car when Carol, Michael and Thomas arrived. I signaled Carol to pull inside and she did as we made room for her. They got out of the car, the boys grabbed their bags and I picked up Carol's bag as the garage doors were closing. We headed into the house and I directed the boys to the first of the three spare bedrooms.

 

"Okay, boys, this is the first bedroom for you to use. All three have king-size beds at the moment, so I hope you don't mind sharing a bed."

 

Joseph or Alexander said, "No big deal with us. We always sleep in the same bed even though the Mueller's didn't like it much."

 

"Okay, why don't you two take this room, Thomas and Michael can have the next one and Ms. Ward can take the third. Sound okay, everyone?"

 

"Sure, Mr. Sanders. Where's your bedroom?"

 

"Mine is on the other side of the house. Why don't you put your things in your rooms and then meet us in the living room right down the hall?"

 

"Okay," they responded.

 

Carol and I headed on down the hall and after dropping her bag in her room for the weekend, headed on into the living room. "I gotta tell you, Max, this is one very nice house. I wish I lived here."

 

I laughed as I responded, "All my visitors think the same thing, Carol. To me, it's just a house. I'm hoping with a boy or two in it, it will finally become a home."

 

"I'm going to do everything I can to help make your dream become reality, Max."

 

"Thanks, Carol. I think I'm going to need it."

 

The boys came in to join us. Alexander, I think, asked, "Hey, Mr. Sanders, there were some grey shorts on the bed in our room. What are those for?"

 

"Yeah, there were a couple in our room, too. What's the deal?" Thomas added.

 

"We'll get to those in a few minutes, boys," I replied. "Have seat for just a moment." I pointed to the couch and had them sit so we could chat. "Okay, boys, I have a few ground rules for this weekend. The first one is that you are expected to have fun and enjoy yourselves. Think you can all do that?" I received nods from all four. "Good. Second, if you want something or want to do something, ask. If you don't ask, I won't know what you want. Sound all right?" Again, four nodding heads. "Third, please call me Max. For this weekend, at least. I don't want to hear Mr. Sanders all weekend. Mr. Sanders is my dad and I'm Max. Got it?"

 

"Yes, Max," I heard from all four.

 

"Now that we all know what to call me this weekend, what about you guys. Do you want me to use your full names as we have so far or do you prefer something else?"

 

"Joey for me and my brother likes Alex," Joey started.

 

"Yeah, Joseph and Alexander are way too long," Alex added.

 

"Okay, we have Joey and Alex, what about you two?" I asked looking to Thomas and Michael.

 

Thomas answered, "I like T.J. My middle name's James and all my friends call me T.J."

 

"Well, since I want to be your friend, also, T.J. it is." I turned to Michael, "And you, Michael?"

 

"Mike, I guess" he whispered.

 

"It's your choice young man. If you want Mike, then Mike it shall be. If you want to be called Chuck, we'll call you Chuck or Tim or Carl or anything you want."

 

Mike looked at me with a puzzled look in his eyes. "Why'd you want to use any of those other names? They aren't mine. My name is Mike."

 

"Okay, Mike, you got it. Now that we have that out of the way, let me show you the rest of the house. This is obviously the living room and you've seen those three bedrooms. Across the hall from your rooms is a small bathroom and the laundry room. Over here is the kitchen and eating area. I usually eat at the counter, but since there aren't enough stools for everyone, I figure we'll be using the table over there for most of our meals. Follow me and you'll see the rest. This is my bedroom and bathroom and the room next to it is my study. Each of the other three bedrooms have their own bathrooms, also, in case you didn't notice. And down this hall," I paused as I grabbed the door knob and pushed the door open, "is the home theater."

 

"Whoa, this is cool, Max. You mean we can watch TV and movies in here?" Joey asked.

 

"Movies, TV, music, Xbox games, you name it. I have satellite for the TV, a large collection of movies and a fair assortment of games, not that I play them that much, and a wide variety of music. Each of the bedrooms is connected to the satellite, but the music and games are limited to here for now. If you guys start wanting to listen to music more, I'll make some modifications to the systems to allow it to be played in any room. There's also a pool table in the back of the room over here, but I'll have to limit your play to when I'm here to help. At least for a while."

 

From T.J. I hear, "This is one cool house, Max. I'm glad you asked us to come out for the weekend."

 

"I'm glad you like it so far."

 

"So far? Does that mean there's more?" asked Alex.

 

"Yes, there's something else, but I'm not sure you're ready for it just yet."

 

"Why not?" from Joey and "C'mon, Max" from Alex, "Quit holding out on us. What else you got?"

 

"Okay, follow me." I led them to the glass doors at the back of the living room and had them line up facing the outside. All four pressed their noses against the glass, straining to get a better look at what lay in the darkness outside. I glanced at Carol and grinned as she smiled back. I walked to the end of the glass and flipped the switch to turn on the outside lights.

 

"Oh, man, you've got a pool out there!!" T.J. screamed.

 

"I know. You want a closer look?"

 

"You bet, let's go."

 

We grabbed our jackets and headed out to the pool. I unlocked and opened the door so we could enter. "One rule with the pool. Nobody, and I mean nobody, swims alone. I will always be out here while you are in the pool. The doors to the shelter will be locked and I have the only key. If I'm not here or busy, no swimming. Understood?"

 

A chorus of four "Yesses" told me they got it.

 

"I love to swim. Can we go swimming now, Max? Ple-e-e-ase!!?" begged Mike. That was the loudest he had spoken so far and I was starting to feel a bit better about him and his reaction to being here.

 

"Now you know why the shorts are on your beds. You guys go get changed and I'll do the same. Carol, are you going to join us in the pool?"

 

"Darn," she giggled, "I forgot my suit. Guess I'll just have to sit on the sidelines and watch," she smiled.

 

"Okay, boys, we'll meet back in the living room. And grab towels from the bathrooms when you come back. GO!" They scurried off to get changed while Carol and I walked slowly back to the house. "You sure you don't want to join us, Carol?"

 

"I might hang my legs into the pool, but I won't get in. I'm terrified of the water and it just wouldn't be a good scene."

 

I chuckled and said, "No problems, Carol. If you want something to drink or a snack or something, help yourself. I stocked up on a bit of everything for the weekend."

 

"Thanks, Max. I'll be waiting here for you guys."

 

I headed to my bedroom to change, thanking my lucky stars I'd held on to my old swimsuit from college. If I'd been thinking at Walmart, I would have gotten myself new shorts like I got for the boys, but I was lucky to remember them, let alone something for myself. It wasn't until I pulled open the dresser drawer that it hit me my college suit was a Speedo. Oh, well, it wasn't too embarrassing in college, I guess I could deal with it again. This would be my first-time swimming with anything on in a long time and I hoped it wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

 

I headed out the living room with towel wrapped around my waist, found Alex and Joey sitting patiently on the couch and Carol was at the kitchen bar drinking a diet Pepsi. I asked about T.J. and Mike and all I got was shoulder shrugs from the twins. I called to the other two and out came T.J. in his shorts and Mike was hiding behind him. I said, "Come on, guys, the pool's waiting and I'm not getting any younger."

 

T.J. said, "We are but Mike's got a problem with his shorts. The strings boogered up and we can't get it undone."

 

I sat in a chair and said, "Come here, buddy. I'll help you out." I expected him to still be wearing the pants he had on when we got here, but he popped out from behind T.J. stark naked, one hand holding his new shorts and the other covering his crotch. Joey and Alex busted out laughing and when Carol turned around to see what was so funny, she sprayed Pepsi all over the counter with laughter. "Sorry, little guy, no suit, no swimming," I chuckled.

 

He came up to me, maintaining his cover, handed me the shorts and said, "Then you better fix these, `cause I'm swimming, shorts or no shorts."

 

"Okay, munchkin. Sit down and let me see what I can do." I expected him to sit on the floor or on the couch with the other boys, but instead, he climbed up in my chair and sat next to me. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the knot and not the naked little boy next to me. After a few minutes, I finally got the knot undone. I handed the shorts back to Mike to told him he could get dressed now. He stood up right in front of me, grabbed the shorts with both hands and started to put them on. I got an eyeful of his cute little body as he struggled to get them pulled on. Once they were in position, he asked me to tie the string for him. I hesitated for a moment, but realized I was stuck, and with Carol watching the whole thing. I pulled him closer, tied the string and gently tucked it inside his shorts, making sure not to touch any more skin than I absolutely had to. "Everybody got their towels and ready to go, now?"

 

Affirmative nods all around and we headed out to the pool, Carol and I in the rear. The boys jumped into the shallow end of the pool while Carol and I took a seat at the table. "You guys stay in the shallow end tonight. Joey and Alex, help T.J. and Mike, please, until I climb in, okay?"

 

"You got it, Max," they replied together.

 

"You handled that well, Max. Better than I did, anyway. I lost it when I turned around and saw him standing there with nothing on but a hand covering his crotch. I should have warned you that a lot of kids his age, boys especially, aren't particularly body-shy. They think nothing of taking their clothes off anytime, anywhere. You should probably get used to it, for a couple more years at least. Once they hit nine or ten, they start to realize that it's no longer appropriate to wander around naked all the time."

 

"A little warning would have been nice, Carol, but it was pretty funny."

 

"So, tell me, Max, why the towel wrap? Embarrassed to be seen in a swimsuit?"

 

"Well, not really, it's just that it's I didn't think fast enough to get some shorts for myself when I got them for the boys and I'm wearing my old suit from college."

 

"Are you wearing a Speedo?"

 

"Yes, it's all I have. I probably shouldn't tell you, but I normally don't wear anything when I swim. It's a very private pool, after all. Though, I'm sure that's going to have to change if I'm successful with the adoption, isn't it?"

 

"Why would you have to change that?"

 

"I just assumed you and your agency wouldn't think it's quite kosher with me swimming nude with the boys."

 

"Max, you worry too much. Sure, Anna would probably have a cow and nix the whole thing if she knew, but she's going be relying on my reports to her and will know only what I tell her. Nothing says I have to tell her everything I know."

 

"So, you seem pretty relaxed about the whole situation. Why is that?"

 

"Well, I already told you about my sister and her wife. I been out there several times and seen their lives. They live out in Marin county on property much like yours and are very relaxed about the whole nudity thing. There girls are now 12 and 14 and they have no problem with it either. I've even joined them when I've visited. It's the most liberating experience I've ever had. I think they are pretty much like you, out here in the woods. If I had to guess, I'd say you don't wear clothes about 95% of the time, am I right?"

 

"Guilty as charged. I've lived out here almost 12 years now and nobody knows how I live. Except for you, now."

 

"Your secret's safe with me Max. I don't have a problem with nudity as long as it's not forced on someone against their will. And as I've just told you, kids are natural nudists, you actually have to force them to wear clothes most of the time. There's nothing wrong with people of any age being nude together if there's no forced sexual behavior between adults and children. That's where I draw the line. You pull that shit and you're going to jail."

 

"Nice to know where I stand. I'll abstain for the weekend, though, if it's all the same to you."

 

"Whatever floats your boat, Max. If you want to be nude now, it won't bother me at all. I've seen it all before at some of my sister's parties. I'm sure it wouldn't bother the boys, either."

 

"Thanks, Carol, but I think it would better for all, for now anyway, to remain at least minimally covered. This is just a `get to know each other better' weekend, not a visit to a nudist resort. Although, on second thought, if the boys thought it was cool, I'd probably wouldn't say no to going to one. I've always wanted to see what it was like."

 

Carol laughed and the boys spun to see what was so funny. I turned back to Carol and said, "Well, I guess I better join them and get wet. You sure you don't want to?"

 

"I'm sure, Max. Go have fun with your boys."

 

`Your boys'. I liked the sound of that. I stood, removed my towel wrap and was greeted by a chorus of whistles from Carol, Joey and Alex. I jumped in the pool and was immediately attacked by four boys. We spent the next hour swimming, diving and just generally having some fun. I noticed a few times that both Joey and Alex would brush my crotch as they goofed around, but thought nothing of it. It wasn't until I tried to help Joey float on his back that I spotted an obvious bulge in his shorts as I held him up. I turned him from Carol's view and quietly mentioned that he should have that under control before time to get out of the pool. He smirked and told me the other three had the same problem. At that point, I decided I needed to get out of the pool or I was going to have an even bigger problem, but only after telling Joey to spread the word about self-control.

 

I climbed out and told the boys they had five more minutes before their pool time was up for the night. I grabbed my towel and started to dry off before rejoining Carol at the table. She surprised me when I sat down and she quietly asked, "Why are all the hot guys gay?"

 

"You talking about me?"

 

"You see any other gay guys here?" she asked.

 

"Well, if my ears were working correctly at supper, Joey and Alex say they're gay, although I think they are really too young to know for sure one way or the other."

 

"Oh, they know. They told me a couple months back when I visited them at the Mueller's. You said that you knew about yourself at that age, you just suppressed it. Why do you think I recommended them as two of the boys you should meet? Did you think that was a fluke?"

 

"Wait, you purposely set me up with them. And you sure looked surprised at supper when they told the Mueller's why they were staying."

 

"The surprised look was just that they said it out loud like they did. You bet, I can't think of a better person for gay boys to grow up with than a wonderful, kind and loving gay man. Who else is better qualified to provide the guidance and help they'll need as they grow older? Certainly, not the Mueller's."

 

"You're right about that. Those two would probably think conversion therapy would be appropriate."

 

"They sure would. I'm glad you came through when you did because I knew I had to get those two boys out of that house. I just didn't know where they could go until you showed up."

 

"Glad I could help," I replied sarcastically. "What about T.J. and Mike. Have they told you they're gay, too?"

 

"Not in so many words, but T.J. was caught at school in the bathroom fellating another boy. There was a huge stink raised over it and we had to move him to another home and school to calm everyone down. I had a serious and private talk with him to let him know that his behavior is not appropriate for a bathroom at school, or anywhere else for that matter, except in the privacy of his own home. He understands that now, so I'm pretty sure he's gay as well."

 

"And Mike?" I asked.

 

"Mike probably has no clue yet what gay even means. He could go either way. However, most of the abuse dumped on him by his parents was due to his wanting to play with dolls and the fact he liked to play dress up with his mom's dresses and shoes. They couldn't accept that and tried to beat it out of him. You know as well I do that that just won't work."

 

"I was never beaten, but, no, that won't work. So, you've set me up with three and possibly four gay boys. You're a piece of work Carol Ward."

 

"I'm sorry if you think I've used you Max, even though I kinda have, but I'm thinking only of the well-being of those four boys. If anybody can take care of them properly and help guide them on their life's journey, whatever it may be, it's you. I mean, I know most boys will experiment and play around with other boys as the grow up, but from what I've seen and heard of these four, it's unlikely they'll change."

 

"Well, it looks like I have my work cut out for me, don't I? What do you think Anna will do or say?"

 

"It's hard telling, but I'm going to recommend you be allowed to adopt all four boys as soon as possible. It's the best outcome I can think of for all of them."

 

"Thanks, Carol. I appreciate your help in making this happen, though it was pretty devious. I'd been thinking about trying to adopt all four since our first meeting in Anna's office, but hadn't said anything yet. I didn't want to spook Anna." I turned to the pool and yelled, "Come on boys, it's time to get out and ready for bed."

 

"Five more minutes, Max."

 

"No. Now, please."

 

"Okay," they moaned. They climbed out of the pool and I handed them towels so they could dry off a bit before we headed back to the house. "Joey, Alex, you take a warm shower in your bathroom and T.J. and Mike, same goes for you. I'll take mine and then be down in a few minutes to check on you. Carol, make yourself at home." The four boys headed to their rooms and I headed to mine. After my shower, I came back out to the living room to check in with Carol. "Heard anything from the others yet?"

 

"No screaming, if that's what you're asking about."

 

"Not really, but I'll check in on them anyway." I stopped in T.J. and Mike's room first. They were both still under the water. When I asked if they had everything they needed or if they needed help, T.J. asked for help washing Mike's hair. I slid the shower door open just enough to reach Mike and keep the water from spraying everywhere in the bathroom. I lathered up Mike's hair and while doing so, took a moment to look at T.J. I noticed that he wasn't circumcised and decided I needed to educate myself on proper care and cleaning to avoid issues later. Both boys were as perfect as could be. I told them to finish up, dry off and meet me back in the living room after they had their pajamas on.

 

I headed in to check on Alex and Joey next. As I entered their room, I could hear them talking and stopped to listen before going on in.

 

"Did you like Max's swimsuit, Joey?"

 

"Yeah, that was hot. We'll have to talk him into getting some like that for us."

 

"I kept brushing up against his crotch in the pool, but couldn't get a rise out of him. What about you?"

 

"I was doing the same and nothing. Maybe when he told us that first day he wasn't into boys, he was telling the truth."

 

"Man, I was hard the whole time we were in the pool."

 

"I was too, Alex. Max saw it when he was trying to help me float and he told me I needed to get control of it before I got out. I almost lost it right there."

 

"Yeah, thanks for passing the word. Oh, shit, it looks like I've lost control of it again, though," Alex giggled.

 

"Me, too."

 

I decided it was time to interrupt and knocked on the door, "Boys, you okay in there? You need anything?"

 

"No, we're good, Max," they laughed.

 

"Well, hurry up. I've got a snack for you guys before bed. Get dried off and into your pajamas, then come back out to the kitchen."

 

"Be there in a few, Max."

 

I headed back to the kitchen where I found Carol, T.J. and Mike. I asked the boys what they wanted for a snack before bed and both asked for cookies if I had any. "I have Oreos and Nutter Butters, your choice." Mike asked for Oreos and T.J. went for the Nutter Butters. I set both up with 4 cookies each and a glass of milk. After I put the milk away, I turned around and found Alex and Joey coming down the hall, naked as the day they were born. Fortunately, they had control of themselves before they came on in. "Okay, what gives guys, I asked you to put on your pajamas and then come out to the kitchen for a snack, not snack first, pajamas second."

 

Carol turned around and about fell off her stool in shock at the sight before her. I guess she should start listening to her own warnings.

 

"These are our pajamas, Max. We sleep naked and have for years. Is that a problem?" said Alex.

 

"Yeah, the Mueller's just hated it. I think that's one of the reasons we did it," Joey added.

 

"I don't care if you sleep naked, but when you're out in this part of the house, you should have something on, even if it's just underwear. Especially when there are other people around."

 

"Oh, don't be so uptight, Max," said Carol, "Leave them be. If they're comfortable in their own skin, let `em do so."

 

"You're really testing me, aren't you Carol?"

 

Carol hopped off her stool and said, "Maybe a little. C'mon on boys, hop up here and get your snacks."

 

Mike and T.J. finally took a break from their snack and discovered the other two walking across the living room.

 

T.J. asked, "Hey, if they don't have to wear pajamas, why do we. I want to be naked, too."

 

"Well, T.J., I just assumed they wore pajamas to bed. Apparently, they don't. If you want to join them, don't let me stop you."

 

T.J. hopped off his barstool, stripped right there in the kitchen, tossed his pjs on the couch, then climbed back up on the stool to finish his snack. Mike, however, stayed in place and seemed content to remain dressed. I asked the two latecomers what cookies they wanted and they both went for the Oreos. I set them up with their cookies and milk and then stayed behind the counter so I couldn't see anything below their chests. I knew if I was on the other side of the counter where I could see three out four cute young lads, snacking in their birthday suits, that a serious problem would arise and I wanted to avoid that at all costs. We chatted idly while they finished their snack and when all were done, I suggested they head to bed and I would follow shortly to make sure they were comfortable. All four headed to their bedrooms, T.J. grabbing his pajamas off the couch as he passed, and after they were out of earshot, Carol starting laughing.

 

"I warned you, didn't I?"

 

"You sure did. And you're still testing me, aren't you."

 

"Sure am. And you passed with flying colors. Those boys couldn't be any safer in a monastery."

 

"I'm glad you have faith in me, Carol. One good thing happened tonight."

 

"Oh, what's that, Max?"

 

"I finally found a way to tell the twins apart."

 

"What? How?"

 

"Alex has one of those liver-colored birthmarks on his right behind. Of course, I can only use that clue at home, but I'll take any advantage I can get." Carol laughed again.

 

"Well, I'm going to turn in, also. It's been a long day and tomorrow's going to be even longer. See you in the morning, Max."

 

"'Night, Carol. I'll check on the boys to make sure their settled in and head to bed also."

 

I followed Carol down the hall until she turned for her room and I headed to the next room to check on T.J. and Mike. I crept in the room to find both boys snoring lightly. I pulled the covers up to their chins, gave them both a kiss on the forehead and then headed to check on Alex and Joey. I paused at the door and listened for a moment before going in. What I heard was muffled moans that had me puzzled. Until I actually opened the door and looked in. The twins had their heads buried in each other's crotch, bobbing up and down, in what looked to be a very well-practiced method. They were obviously well-versed in the arts of pleasuring each other. I lightly knocked on the door and then waited for one of them to say come in. When I didn't get a response, I knocked again, just little louder.

 

What I finally heard was muffled, but sounded like come on in, so I did. Both boys were still locked in position, heads bobbing up and down. They apparently didn't care I was standing there, watching with interest. I walked over to the bed, sat down on the edge and said, "Excuse me guys, but it's time to get some sleep."

 

Alex lifted his head and looked at me and said, "Wait a darn minute, we're almost there."

 

I couldn't believe this was coming from and eight-year old.

 

Joey removed his mouth from its prize and said, "Yeah, either wait or join us."

 

"I guess I'll have to wait then because I'm not joining you."

 

They both returned their mouths to their jobs and continued like I wasn't there. I can honestly say that up until that point in my life, I truly never had any sexual interest in boys, but I was rapidly becoming a convert. After two or three more minutes of pleasuring each other, I could tell they were both in the throes of wild orgasms as they were bucking and bouncing with wild abandon. They almost bounced me right off the edge of the bed. When their breathing pattern returned to normal, I said, "Okay, can you go to sleep now?"

 

"You bet, Max. We always sleep good after we come." They climbed off the bed, pulled the covers back and then climbed back in.

 

I pulled the covers up, hiding their precious bodies from view, gave them both a quick kiss on the forehead to say goodnight, then added, "We'll talk more about this tomorrow."

 

"G'night, Max. I hope we never have to leave."