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That Friday was blazingly hot and humid. Matt worked during the day, drove home in the heat, and flopped on his bed. The answering machine indicated there were two messages. Before he returned any calls, he slipped out of his clothes which were damp with perspiration, and took a quick shower. Still slightly damp, he sat on the bed again, and called Tim, and invited him over. Then, he called his mom.
"Hi, sweetie," Gloria answered the phone.
"Pretty good, actually. Work is good. The house is great."
"I still don't understand why you bought such a big house."
"I bought the most house I could for the money," he explained patiently. "All the remodeling will pay off when I resell."
"And what are you going to do with all those bedrooms?"
"I have a possible use for one of them."
"Oh, and what's that?"
Matt winced. He knew his mom and her unpredictability. Matt never knew how some things were going to be received. She was supportive, very intelligent and observant. In many ways, she was a very foreward-thinking person. She had gone to nursing school when he and his sister were in grade school. She was a working mom when most women were at home playing Donna Reed.
"I'm going to be a foster father."
"Oh." There was a long pause.
"Ma, are you still there?"
"How did this come about?"
Matt gave her a brief overview of the conversation with Bill, and how he had convinced Matt to join the foster program at St. Luke's.
"How are you going to supervise him the nights you have to work at the store?"
"He'll be thirteen in August. He's old enough to be alone for periods of time. And he's going to camp, for the first half of camp, anyway."
"What about your....um....lifestyle?"
"He's gay, too, ma."
"How do you know?"
"He told Bill he was. And I think he is."
She paused again. "Ok...."
"My being gay has nothing to do with being a good parent."
"Well, actually, it does. You need to set a good example."
"And I don't now?"
"Don't be so defensive."
Matt heard a car door slam. He glanced out the window facing the parking lot and saw Tim's Probe parked. He opened the window, covered the receiver and called to Tim, "Come on up."
".....Matt? Are you still there?"
"Sorry, mom. What were you saying?"
"I was saying I think you'll be a good father. You still have some things you need to work out though."
Tim appeared at the bedroom door. Matt put his index finger to his lips and mouthed It's my mom to Tim.
Tim smiled widely. Your mom?
"Thanks, mom," Matt said into the phone.
"I'm looking foreword to meeting him."
"Good. We'll arrange that soon."
"Ok. honey. Love you."
"Love you too, mom."
Matt hung up the phone, and Tim pushed him down on the bed.
"Love you too, mom," Tim mocked.
Matt smiled, embarrassed. "Don't be an asshole."
"Well, she's not the only one who loves you." Tim covered Matt with his body and thrust his tongue in Matt's mouth.
As they kissed, Tim kicked off his shoes. Each one landed on the floor with a thud.
"Mmm. You smell good," Tim commented when they paused.
Matt reached up and touched Tim's jawline with his fingertips. He could feel the day's stubble.
"Speaking of family, did you know your dad came to see me last night?"
"I only found out about it when he got home. I almost killed him!"
"I think it's kind of sweet. He definitely loves you, Tim."
"I still wish he's mind his own business."
"We had a good talk. I think he approves of me."
"No wonder my ears were burning. What else did he say?"
"Just that you were an asshole."
"Oh, yeah?" He started to tickle Matt.
"No, Tim, don't. It's too hot."
"You want hot? I'll give you hot." He pulled off his shirt, then his shorts, but left his white jockey shorts on. He then began to tug on Matt's shirt.
"Come on, big boy. Get naked for me."
As Matt pulled off his clothes, Tim removed his underwear. When they both were naked, Tim lay on top of Matt. He slid his erection between Matt's legs. With a thrusting motion of his hips, he rubbed the head of his penis along the crack of Matt's ass. The next kiss was more passionate; full of desire.
Matt was surprised at how his body was responding. His hole was throbbing, almost if awaiting the entry of Tim's rod. His heart was beating faster in anticipation. It had been so long.
"Do you have lube?"
"In the medicine cabinet."
Tim got up and walked with his erection bobbing in front of him to the bathroom. Matt could hear the squeaky door to the medicine cabinet open. As Tim returned with the lube, Matt wondered if it would be any good. He didn't use lube to masturbate, and the bottle hadn't been used in well over two years.
"I guess I should be happy the lube was in the bathroom," Tim said as he lubed his middle finger.
"Why is that, babe?"
"Because if it were on your nightstand, it would would mean that you were getting fucked on a regular basis." He rubbed his finger up and down Matt's crack, finally stopping at the entrance to Matt's love tunnel.
"Are you sure you want me to do this?"
"Positive. Just take it easy. It's been a while."
Tim's finger slipped in past the sphincter with ease. Tim leaned foreword and kissed Matt.
"I don't want to hurt you. Just make you feel good."
Tim's finger worked magic in Matt's hole. Soon, Matt was relaxed enough so that Tim slipped in a second finger. Matt could feel his prostate throbbing already.
"Fuck me, Tim."
Tim didn't need any more encouragement. He positioned himself on his knees, put Matt's ankles on his shoulders and guided his cock into Matt's hole. To both their surprise, the head slipped in without incident.
Matt's pulsing ass took a minute getting used to the thickness of Tim's prick. Tim kissed Matt's legs, and jacked Matt's hard cock as he paused so that Matt could adjust to the pole in his ass.
The pain began to abate, and Tim slid the rest of his dick in. He started with slow, sensuous thrusts. Slowly, he increased the rhythm. Soon, he was beginning to sweat, and a drop hung on the tip of his nose.
Matt was beyond any other sensation. He closed his eyes and tossed his head from side to side as if his neck were broken. He panted with each thrust from Tim. The bed added it's own squeaky voice to the chorus.
Matt could take it no longer. He released his load on his own stomach. Tim could feel the pulsing of Matt's ass muscles through the orgasm. It brought Tim to his own orgasm. Tim pulled out of Matt's ass and released his sperm load onto Matt.
When he was finished, Tim collapsed on Matt, panting and sighing.
"I love you, Tim."
"I love you, too, Matt."
They cleaned up, and went downstairs. Matt hadn't gone grocery shopping and there wasn't much food in the house. Matt managed to put together sandwiches for both of them. Tim sat at the dining room table, sated and relaxed from their lovemaking. When Matt set down their plates, Tim grabbed Matt pulled the older man to him, and kissed him.
"I thought maybe we could go out to dinner," Tim suggested.
"Not tonight. I have to get to bed at a reasonable time."
"I guess that means that I'll be going to bed early, too. But we may not get much sleep." Tim reached under Matt's shirt and tweaked his nipple.
"Stop, Tim. I'm sorry, but you can't stay tonight."
Tim looked hurt. "Why? I have my father's blessing. We could make babies all night."
"I have something to do tomorrow." Matt wished immediately he had said that he had an appointment or was going to see him sister.
"What? What do you have to do that is so important."
Here it comes, thought Matt. There's nothing to do but tell the truth. "I have a kid coming over."
"You're babysitting your niece?"
"No. He's going to be my foster son."
Tim's face was blank for a split second. When he began comprehending what was going on, he pressed his lips together. "Do I know him?"
"No. And he doesn't know about, you either."
"And when were you planning on telling me?"
"Tim, I just forgot. Really. It all happened so fast." Matt hastily described what had happened last weekend with Brian, and how his sister didn't pick him up from St. Luke's, and how the boy ended up staying the night. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that at all. I still have to go through all the classes yet."
Tim's voice was quiet. "You lied to me."
"No, Tim I didn't."
"Maybe not in words, but you led me on. You let me think that your time was mine. Now I know it wasn't."
Matt lived to regret the words he spoke next. "Frankly, I don't see where it's any of your business."
"Not my business? Not my business?" His voice was rising. "How you choose to spend your time is my business. You chose to spend your time with this kid, and not with me. That is my business, in my book buddy. I love you and I want to spend time with you."
"And we are spending time. Right now."
"Tell me something. Why haven't you introduced me?"
"I told you. It all happened so fast."
"But you met him before, didn't you?"
"How long have you known him?"
"About a month, but I still barely know him. I wanted to get to know him first before I introduced him to you. And you weren't ready either."
"Not ready? What do you mean by that?" Tim slammed his fist on the table and the dishes clattered in response. "Who are you? God? Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"And you are not ready to meet him. Obviously. You still have issues to work out. He's probably gay. And one of the reasons he's here is to have a positive role model."
Tim glared at Matt. "You may be a good gay role model, but what about teaching him to be a decent human being? Huh, Matt? What about honesty, and openness, and trust? You don't trust me, Matt. That's what all this is about. You don't trust me enough to be around him."
Tim got up from his chair.
"Tim, don't go like this. I'm sorry. I just forgot at first, then I wasn't sure how to bring the subject up."
"Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore."
He headed for the back door. Matt tried to block his exit, but Tim pushed him aside. Matt bruised his leg on the door jamb. Matt started to cry, partly out of pain, partly out of shame, and partly because he was mortified at the things he said.
"I'm sorry, Tim. Really," Matt sobbed. "Can't we talk about it?"
"Fuck you, Matt! You are an asshole!"
Without looking back, he exited the hot outdoors, jumped into his car, and spun the tires as he drove off.
Matt sobbed as he hung on the doorknob. He picked up the phone and dialed.
"Marty? No, I'm not OK. I blew it Marty,
I fucked up. We had a fight, and he left. I lost him, Marty. I loved him
and I lost him."
Within thirty minutes, Marty was there holding his sobbing friend. Matt told him the whole story about how they made love, how Matt had forgotten to tell Tim about Brian and how Tim reacted.
For a long time, Marty held Matt, gently rocking him, listening to his story with an occasional question to clarify a point. He let Matt vent his hurt and pain. When the tears had subsided, Marty finally spoke.
"You know I love you, Matt. I love you enough to tell you the truth. You were wrong. Yes, you. Don't you see how judgmental you were toward Tim? You were making a judgment about his ability to get along with other people. Most gay and lesbian people have to stage manage most of their actions in the real world. Tim is probably an expert at it."
"I'm ashamed of the things I said."
"And you should be, Matt. I would have walked out on you, too." Matt started to cry again. "I don't think you really valued the relationship. He was just a plaything to you. And you didn't realize how much he meant to you until he left."
Marty rocked Matt again. "But you made a mistake. OK, a lot of mistakes. You still may be able to get him back. It may take time, though."
"Shit, Marty, I have to pick up the kid tomorrow morning. I don't want to, now. I just want to sit at home...."
"NO! Absolutely not! I will not permit you to hurt that child, too. He's depending on you. He already looks up to you. I observed him last weekend. He was looking at you like a puppy at a chew toy. You cannot disappoint him."
"Fuck your excuses. I'm serious, Matt. It will give gays and lesbians a bad name, brand them as irresponsible parents. St. Luke's will never consider another gay man or lesbian again. I guarantee it. Besides, how do you think the breeders survive when they get divorced? OK, they may feel worry for themselves for a while, but they pick themselves up off the floor and carry on. And you've got to do that, too. You have to be bigger and stronger than this, or it will rule you."
Matt knew he was right. Deep in his heart, he knew, although he didn't know it was as serious as all that. "But, I'm not exactly going to be a barrel of laughs tomorrow."
"So, you tell him the truth. No, you don't have to tell him every detail. In fact, that would probably do more damage than good. And I'll help, if you like. The three of us can go do something together."
"Oh, would you, Marty? God, I don't know what I would do without you. You are my best friend. I love you."
God, if only that were true, Marty thought. If he only knew how much I loved him....
But Marty said, "Think nothing of it. I
had no plans this weekend. Besides, Brian should have some quality bonding
time with his faaabulous Uncle Marty."
Brian had made an important decision after that first weekend at Matt's house: He was going to move in with Matt, no matter what. Good grades - no problem. He would be on his best behavior. He would help Matt around the house without being asked. If his brothers and sisters didn't want to take him, at least Matt did. Matt had not said anything the effect that he wanted to adopt him, but it didn't matter to Brian in the least. If Matt wanted to be his foster father until he turned eighteen, that was fine with him. Anything was better than St. Luke's.
That same Friday night that Tim and Brian had their fight, Mike and Brian were breathing had and sweating. They were laying on their back looking at the sky on the grass outside Trees. They had just finished playing soccer, which had degenerated in to a wrestling and tickling match. Brian had his arms behind his head as he stared at the sky. The sun was finally setting, leaving trails of pink, magenta and purple behind.
"So, Matt is picking you up tomorrow morning?" Mike asked.
"Shit. I mean, I'm glad for you, but I'm going to be so bored."
Brian grinned. "Thanks, dude. Hey, let's go take a shower, I'm hot."
About half of the other residents in the cottage were gone on home visits this weekend. This included The Beast.
Dennis went to his room, stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. On his way to the bathroom, he passed Debbie.
"I thought you usually took a shower in the morning," she commented as she passed him.
"I do, but me and Mike were playing and got all hot and sweaty."
Mike hadn't arrived yet. The bathroom had three sinks, three stalls and two urinals. The showers were in the tiled room which measured roughly twelve by twelve. The Shower heads were on a pole in the center of the room. Brian turned on the water, adjusted the temperature - the showers were always either cold or scalding - and began soaping up his body.
Mike arrived, also clad in a towel, tossed the towel on the bench and turned on the adjoining shower.
They chatted easily for a few minutes, but they faced away from each other.
Brian said to Mike, "Hey would you do my back?"
"If you do mine."
Mike rubbed the bar of soap over the taller boy's back. Brian found the slippery feel of Mike's hand on his back very sensuous. He began to get an erection.
"Now, do my back," Mike requested.
The sound of the water splattering on the tiles and echoing off the walls almost made it difficult to hear what the other boy was saying.
Dennis rubbed Mike's back with the soap, slowing working his way down to his buttocks. What was that motion that he was making with his right arm? What he masturbating?
Brian put the bar of soap in the dish, and began rubbing himself using the soap as a lubricant. Mike spun around with a mischievous grin on his face, and rubbing his small dick.
Oh my God. He wants it, Brian thought. Brian was torn. He could possibly trust Mike, but he wasn't sure. He couldn't risk it. He just couldn't. He was going to move in with Matt; that was his goal. He didn't know when that was going to take place. It could be months. Still, it wasn't worth the risk.
Brian scooped up his soap and towel. Without
even stopping to wrap it around his waist, he sprinted out of the bathroom,
hoping he didn't run into Debbie on the way back to his bedroom. He didn't.
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