Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2013 13:50:48 -0400 From: Chuck S Subject: Academy in the forest chapter 8 The Academy in the Forest By: Chuck S This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age, please stop here. This story is mine and mine alone, and therefore I retain all rights. This story is not to be copied or published without my express permission. In this chapter, I may play around some with points of view. Generally the story is told from Tim's point of view, with some omniscient knowledge thrown in. I'm going to try to focus the story a bit more and look at it specifically through the eyes of one boy at a time to show what they are thinking or how they are feeling about the events taking place. I also want to delve deeper into the thoughts and lives of some of the other boys at the academy. I would appreciate your feedback on this, let me know if you like or dislike it, or your thoughts in general. Chapter 8: I groggily opened my eyes and glanced around the room. Looking to my alarm clock I saw that it was a few minutes past noon. Reaching out with my arms I groaned softly, stretching, willing my body to wake up. As I continued to glance around the room, the sunlight was shining through the window blinds. I followed a ray of sunshine to the bed opposite mine where the light illuminated the fair hair of the beautiful boy I shared my room with. His blanket was about halfway down his torso, allowing me to see his nicely defined pecs and his light brown nipples. Stretching again, I allowed my mind to wander to the memories of the night before. Scott and I had shared our first date together, and it was a night I will remember for a very long time. While the date itself was great, I had to admit that the time we spent together afterward was extremely enjoyable as well. Looking around the room again, it was somewhat dark with only the limited light seeping in through the blinds. I could see our clothes from last night still strewn about the floor where we had left them, and the room itself was starting to get a bit messy. I pulled my blanket down and sat up on the side of the bed, rubbing my eyes. I sat for a moment wondering if I should wake Scott or just let him sleep in. While we did have our date night, there is still some uncertainty about Scott's future since his parents have given up on him. Since custody was given to the school temporarily, I hope that whatever solution they come up with doesn't involve Scott leaving the school. I stood and walked into the bathroom to relieve myself. After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I decided I would wake Scott up. Sure we are teenagers and deserve to be allowed to sleep in on occasion, but it is after noon, our room is a mess, and I really need to do laundry. I walked out of the bathroom and sat on the edge of Scott's bed. Looking at his face, his hair has grown a bit and his bangs are starting to hang down some. I put my hand to his forehead and gently swept his hair back and off of his face, causing him to stir. I watched as his sleepy blue eyes slowly opened, and a sleepy smile came to his face when he saw me. "Why, hello sleepy head." I said jokingly. "What time is it?" Scott asked groggily. "Almost 12:30." I said. "Come on, let's take a quick shower and grab some lunch, then we really need to clean up our room." I watched as Scott begrudgingly climbed out of bed, his morning wood tenting out his boxers, leading the way as he walked into the bathroom and started the shower. I walked into the bathroom as Scott was finishing up emptying his bladder. A little bit more awake now he turned to face me and walked up to me, tilted his head and put his lips against mine. I felt his tongue asking for permission to enter my mouth, so I opened up and let him in. As we kissed, we embraced, then after a moment, we separated. "I don't think I told you, but good morning." Scott said with a smile. "It isn't morning anymore sleepyhead, so I think good afternoon would be more appropriate." I said teasingly. "Whatever." Scott said with a fake scowl on his face. With that, Scott opened the shower door and checked on the temperature of the water, making sure it was a comfortable temperature. I watched as he slid his boxers down revealing his very cute butt, then stepped into the shower. I followed his lead as I too shed my boxers and joined him. I grabbed Scott's body wash and applied a generous amount to his washcloth. I really love the fresh sweet smell it has, it reminded me of a cool spring morning in Virginia. There is no smell like it, the trees and blossoming underbrush mixed with the fresh clean air, but more than the smell, I love spreading the suds over every inch of Scott's athletic body. I started with his chest, then moved to his arms, which I followed by washing his back. Next I had him turn around and face me again. I guess he really enjoyed the sensation of me washing him, because he was rock hard again. "So, does that part of your body need special scrubbing?" I asked, gesturing to his penis, with the best seductive voice I could muster. Without waiting for an answer, I poured more of his body wash into the palm of my hand and rubbed my hands together to evenly distribute the soap. I put my hand on Scott's shoulder and turned him so that he was facing away from me. Then I pulled him tight against me so that I could reach around to his dick. With my left hand I applied some pressure to the base of his dick, and with the right I began to stroke him. As I started this, I couldn't help but notice that his butt was rubbing on my own hard erection. I pulled him tighter against me as he began grinding his very nice ass against me. I tilted my head forward and nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, then moved down to his neck which I kissed and sucked on. I took in the fresh scent of his body wash, and enjoyed the sensation of the warm water cascading over our naked bodies. This entire time, I had been stroking him. I decided I would pause and give his balls a gentle massage as well, which caused a soft moan to emanate from Scott. It has only happened a couple of times now, but I could seriously get used to waking up with Tim in, or I guess technically on my bed. While I had wished that he had just let me sleep in until I woke up on my own, this definitely makes up for it. The feel of his big seven inch cock sliding up and down my butt crack while he is reaching around and jacking me off is amazing. I don't want to rush things, but I almost wish he would just slide it into me. I am a virgin, but I have read a bit about anal and want to try it, but hopefully Tim and I will get there soon. I couldn't help but to moan as Tim massaged my balls with his soapy hand. My senses were in overload between the water running down my body, the attention Tim was paying to my ear and neck, and the actions of his hands on my cock and balls. It wasn't long before a familiar sensation began building, and before long I started coating the shower wall with my cum. "Oh god Tim, that was amazing!" I said with a bit of a moan. Tim answered with a soft moan of his own as he continued to slide his dick up and down my crack. It was only a few more strokes before his rhythm became short twitchy jerks. As his pace changed, I felt his cum coat my crack and legs. After Tim came, he spun me around and kissed me with a passion. We didn't really talk much for the rest of the shower, but Tim finished cleaning me up, including the mess he had made on my legs, then I washed him. We dried each other off and headed back in to the bedroom to find something to wear. I had to admit that Tim was right. Before he moved in I had generally kept the room really neat and tidy. It isn't like there is trash all over the floor or anything like that, but the clothes didn't seem to be finding their way into the hamper, and other belongings had become disorganized as well. Opening my dresser I realized just how right Tim was, as I didn't have any clean underwear to put on. Closing that drawer and opening a different one, I pulled out a pair of gym shorts and pulled them on. Guess I was going commando today. Next I pulled on a green school PE t-shirt, as once again my selection was limited. I turned to see that Tim was just finishing getting dressed. Looking at the time, it was just shy of one, and lunch was only served until 1:30, so I suggested we head down to grab food before it was too late. Walking out the door, I reached for Tim's hand, and we walked down the hall to the stairwell holding hands. I find it hard to believe that a couple of weeks ago I was in the closet, and was afraid to admit to anyone who I really was. Tim coming into my life has made me so much happier than I was, but there was one thing weighing on my mind: my parents giving up on me. Tim's dad told me I would need to schedule an appointment with the school social worker at some point this week to get things sorted out. I'm kind of anxious about what the outcome of that meeting will be. Ryan and I were sitting down having lunch with John and Drew, just shooting the shit. We had been talking about Scott and Tim, knowing that they had gone out on a date last night, and acknowledging their absence here at lunch today so far anyway. John and Drew were fearless in their relationship. They didn't care who saw them together, and had no problem with public displays of affection. Ryan and I on the other hand had kept our relationship a secret as best we could until Scott and Tim came out as a couple to everyone. Seeing those two together, and talking to them about their relationship gave us the courage to at least be open about our relationship here at school. We were however, still a little nervous about it. I looked up to see Tim and Scott walking in to the dining hall holding hands. Those two do look great together. I looked up to the clock and saw that they made it to lunch with only fifteen minutes to spare. I've known Scott since he started here this fall. He was a great guy, there is no question about that. Great athlete, popular. I never would have thought that he was gay. In just the past two weeks, Scott has gone from a great guy to an amazing guy. Since Tim got here, Scott has really opened up and gotten out of his shell. He seems much more at ease and comfortable with who he is. I couldn't be happier for him as a friend and teammate. Speaking of teammate, what are the chances that Scott would end up with a guy who seems to have an amazing natural talent for soccer? I'm excited to see Tim get better, and see how much he changes our team over the rest of the season. "Hey guys, you barely made it in time for lunch." I said as Tim and Scott joined us at the table. "Yeah, we decided to sleep in a bit. If Tim hadn't woke me up, we probly would have missed lunch." Scott replied. "So, how was the date?" I asked. "It was great!" Tim said with a smile. "We had dinner at Vito's, then went and caught a movie. Some silly girls tried to hit on us, and mentioned running in to another gay couple from this school last weekend. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Hearing that Tim and Scott had encountered the same girls that Ryan and I had caused me to blush a bit, which I followed with a laugh. "Yeah, about that... It was really embarrassing being attacked by those two girls, I'd say they were a little desperate." "Yeah they were practically drooling over Tim and I." Scott said, laughing. We sat there a while longer so that Scott and Tim could finish eating. We talked about soccer, the weather, and the possibility of going out on a double or triple date together at some point. Enjoying a night out with my friends, and my boyfriend would be great. Scott and Tim said that they needed to do some laundry and clean up their room, so with that we all stood up and went our separate ways. Scott and I walked back up to our room and started gathering our dirty clothes up. It really only took us a few minutes to get it all together, then Scott led the way to the laundry room on our floor. The room had three washers and three dryers, all of which were vacant at the moment, so Scott and I would be able to wash our clothes at the same time. We loaded the washer and headed back to our room. We decided we would knock out some easy cleaning in the half hour or so it would take for the washers to finish. We straightened out our desks and picked up the miscellaneous things on the floor. That took about half an hour so we headed back to the laundry room and put our clothes in the dryer. I couldn't help but to watch as Scott bent over to put his clothes into the dryer. When he stood back up I could really see the bulge in the front of his gym shorts, normally it was not that pronounced. We were alone in the room, so I decided I would grab a quick feel. I reached over and wrapped my fingers around the bulge in his shorts. I hadn't noticed when we were dressing that Scott had gone commando, but now that my hand was on his crotch, I could tell. It was just a quick grab though, so I only held it for a moment, which was long enough to catch him off guard and make him blush a little bit. Scott looked extremely cute when he was blushing, or so I think. While our clothes were drying we proceeded to finish cleaning our room. We borrowed the floor's vacuum for the bedroom, then we wiped down the shower and sink, and cleaned the toilet. We finished up by sweeping and mopping the bathroom. This took about an hour, so we decided we would go check on our laundry to see if it was dry. As we opened the door to the laundry room, we were surprised by the scene in front of us. Walking in, we found John and Drew wearing just their boxers. That in itself was no big deal, but what they were doing was a different story. Drew was on his knees in front of john who was standing up. Drew was busily jacking himself off while his mouth was stuffed full of John's cock. Seeing us walk in, the two immediately stopped and stood up, embarrassed as can be. I felt myself blushing. "Oh, sorry." Scott said as he turned and stepped back out of the room, with me right on his heels. "Wait come back." Drew said, sticking his head out of the door. So we slowly walked back to the door and into the room. Drew and John had quickly stuffed their boners back into their boxers, but their erections were still quite obvious. "Please don't tell anyone we were messing around in here." John pleaded. "Don't worry, your secret is safe with us." I replied. "God that was so embarrassing." Drew said. "I knew there was a chance we would get caught, and that added a thrill to it, but getting caught kind of ruined the mood." "Well, you may say the mood has been ruined, but I think your boxers say otherwise." Scott said, pointing out that they both had boners still. "Want us to be your lookouts for a few minutes?" "You would do that?" John asked. "Sure" I said, "Just poke your head out and let us know when you are done." So, Scott and I headed back out into the hall and just talked about nothing in particular leaning up against the wall, doing our best to make sure that John and Drew weren't interrupted. It was only a few minutes later when John poked his head out and told us they were finished. Walking back in, they were both still in their boxers. Looking at Drew, I couldn't help but to laugh. "Um, Drew, you have a little something on your face." I said gesturing on my cheek where he had a gob of what was likely John's cum on his face. Seeing this quickly had both Scott and John laughing as well as we watched Drew wipe his face off. Scott and I checked our clothes and found that they were indeed dry, so we grabbed them and headed back to our room, telling the other guys we would see them later. Seeing John and Drew together like that really had me horny. I couldn't see Scott and I doing anything sexual with them at this point in our relationship, but the event had brought us closer as friends. Walking into our room, we quickly folded our clothes and put them away. I finished a couple minutes before Scott did, and we had a few minutes until dinner. I walked up behind him as he was putting the last of his clothes away, and quickly pulled his gym shorts down. I dropped to my knees and proceeded to give him his second blowjob. I'm guessing he was turned on by what we had seen, because he only lasted maybe two minutes. After taking his load, we switched places and I received a great blow from him, firing my cum into his mouth. After ensuring that our faces were cum free, we headed down to dinner where we were joined by the usual gang. We kept our promise and didn't share our encounter with John and Drew from earlier with the other guys. We invited the guys up to our room to play some video games, an offer they readily accepted. I thought that our room was fairly spacious, but that is with just the two of us inside. Adding another four made things a little on the cozy side. We were able to figure it out and get comfortable. Scott and I sat on his bed, while John and Drew sat on my bed. We got Nick and Ryan set up sitting on the desk chairs. We had a great time playing various games, taking turns passing the controllers. It was after eleven when we decided to call it quits, and everyone returned to their own rooms. Scott and I stripped down to our boxers and started getting ready for bed. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when Scott walked into the bathroom. It was nice to have the other guys come and chill out in our room. While I may be popular, I never really had anyone come to the room before, and in all honesty I never really hung out with anyone outside of going to class, practice, and meal times. I once again was realizing just how much Tim was changing things around here for me. I walked into the bathroom as Tim was brushing his teeth. I am to the point that I really trust Tim. He has done so much for me in just the couple of weeks I had known him. I really needed to get something off of my chest. Tim was done brushing his teeth and was now rinsing. "Hey Tim, I really want to talk to you about something." "Okay, what's up?" "Why don't we go sit down." I suggested. Tim had a concerned look on his face as we walked into the bedroom. I walked to my bed and sat down, the patted on the bed next to me for Tim to sit as well. "Tim, I'm really worried about meeting with the social worker. What if they make me leave the school, what if they take me away from you?" As I was relaying my concerns to Tim, I couldn't help but to become overwhelmed with emotion, and tears started flowing freely. I still had more to get off my chest, so before Tim could say anything I continued. "Everything is going so great right now, I don't want it to end." Tim put his arms around me and hugged me tight. I felt safe and loved in his arms, and it was true that other than my parents, everything was going great in my life right now. I couldn't face the prospect of losing everything. "Everything will be alright, I'm sure of it." Tim said so softly, that it was barely more than a whisper. "Maybe we can talk to my dad and he can help us figure it out, and help put your mind at ease. This school has been so great so far, I mean they let you leave the campus. I don't see them throwing you out." "I hope you are right Tim, I really do. I guess if you see you dad tomorrow you can see what he has to say." I said. "Okay." Tim said. Tim then did something completely unexpected. He gently laid me down onto my bed, and curled up next to me, holding me tight in his arms. He reached up and switched off the lights and I drifted off to sleep in the arms of the most important person in my life. A rough shake brought me out of a deep sleep. The last thing I remembered from the night before was holding on to Scott and lying next to him in bed. It was a great feeling that I certainly could get used to. The sun was streaming through the window yet again, but it seemed a bit dimmer than it had been the previous morning. Scott was sitting up in bed and reached over to give me another shake. "Hey, wake up Tim, we are going to be late!" He said as he prodded me along. Looking over to the clock, it was 7:45, and we only had fifteen minutes to get dressed and get to class. Thinking back to the night before, I realized that I had forgotten to set the alarm. I quickly scrambled out of bed and dashed to my dresser. I certainly was glad that we had taken care of the laundry yesterday, as I was able to quickly pull on a decent outfit for the day. Scott and I set off for our first class of the day at a brisk walk, and made it just in time. "Sorry, I forgot to set the alarm I guess." I said to Scott before class got started. "No worries, I'm just glad I woke up in time to catch it." He replied. The morning classes progressed fairly quickly, and we were reminded that spring break was only a couple of weeks away, and as luck would have it, the teachers decided to make sure we earned our break, assigning several assignments due just before break started. At lunch, I ate quickly and told Scott I would see him in the next class. I then set off in search of my dad. I hoped he would either be in his classroom or the teacher's lounge. If he wasn't in either of those places, II had no idea where to look next. I was in luck however, and found him eating lunch in his classroom with the door opened. I gave the doorframe a knock before walking in, and closing the door behind me. "Hey Dad." I said. "Hey there Tim, how was the rest of your weekend?" He asked after swallowing what he had in his mouth. "Not too bad, we cleaned up our room and washed our dirty laundry." I replied. "Hmmm, maybe I should send you to the nurse. You never really cleaned up after yourself at home." He said, and it was true that I rarely did more than wash my own clothes, and that was only when I had nothing else to wear. "All joking aside though Dad, I do have something important to talk to you about." I said. I filled him in on all of Scott's concerns and told him just how upset Scott was about the whole thing. He was great and listened to all I had to say without interrupting me. I wish I had known how caring my dad was when all of this started. I certainly would have been comfortable telling him anything with everything he has done to help both Scott and I out. "Well Tim, I have a free period this afternoon, and if the social worker is available, I will go pay her a visit and find out what I can." My dad said, doing his best to reassure me. I know without a doubt that my dad will do everything he can to make sure that there is a happy outcome to all of this. Thinking back to when I was younger, he was always supportive of every endeavor I set out on, he and my mom both. I had faith that there would be a good outcome at the end of what seemed like a long dark tunnel. He light may be small at the moment, but I could see it growing. Lunchtime was coming to an end so I bid my dad farewell and that I hoped to hear from him before too long. As I headed to class, I found Scott standing outside the door waiting for me. I quickly filled him in on how my meeting with my dad went, and that he would let us know what he could find out. Our afternoon classes went by somewhat slowly. As we headed out to practice, I could see why the light was dimmer than the previous day. It was overcast, and the skies threatened to poor down on us at any minute. We walked into the locker room and changed into our practice clothes, then headed out for practice. After stretching and going for a short warm up run, we ran some ball handling drills, and sure enough, less than ten minutes into the drills the skies opened up. I hadn't ever really done anything active in the rain before, but the coach gave us the option of staying out and practicing, or going inside and finding something else to do. By this point, we were already wet, so we said to hell with it and decided we would rather stay out and get better. I think the coach was impressed with our decision, either that or he decided that he was wet enough, since he called practice ten minutes early. While practicing in the rain was a novelty, I certainly was looking forward to a nice warm shower. The whole team quickly stripped off their wet clothes and headed for the shower. Everyone was in a good mood and had a lot of fun during practice, and as such, the mood followed into the showers where the guys were a bit more playful than normal. Not in a sexual way, but in a rambunctious teenage boy sort of way. I was starting to truly feel like part of the team as I was included in the shenanigans. After drying off and putting on some dry clothes, we quickly traversed the distance between the main building and the athletic building. Walking up to our dorm room, I was surprised to see my dad waiting for us outside the door. "Hey boys, I hope you have a few minutes to talk." He said as we walked up. "Sure, come on in." I said looking to Scott, and opening the door. "Wow, you certainly did clean this place up a bit." My dad said as he walked in, and I shut the door behind him. We all took a seat, I sat on my bed, while Scott and my dad sat on the desk chairs. "Well guys, let me tell you what I found out for you." my dad said, and he went on to tell us the story of how his meeting with the social worker went. - Earlier that day I couldn't say that I was surprised by what my son told me. Any person would be torn up by what Scott has gone through in the past couple days, and I'd also say that his concerns are valid. Scott may not have known what Tim was like before moving to Oregon and coming to this school, but the change I have seen in just the past two weeks has been astounding. If there was anything within my power I could do to help out the reason for that change, I would do it. I pulled the phone directory out of my desk and looked up the number for the social worker's office. Having found the number, I picked up the phone and gave the number listed a ring. I was greeted by a pleasant female voice on the other end. "Hello, this is Debora." the voice said. "Hi Debora, this is Bill Stevenson." I said. "Ah yes, Mr. Stevenson. Welcome to Seaside Prep, how are things going so far?" She asked politely. "Very well so far, I must admit that this school is quite amazing." I replied. "Well, we try our best to provide a great education and a great environment for the boys." She said. "So what do I owe the pleasure of this call?" "Well, I'm certain that you are aware of recent events concerning Scott Phillips, and I was calling to see if there was anything I could do to help matters. You see, he and my son have become good friends in the short time we have been here. My son today relayed Scott's fears and worries, so I was hoping I could find a way to help put them at ease." "Yes, I am aware of the situation, and I'll be happy to tell you what I know so far. If you are free, you can come to my office, and we can have this chat in person if that works for you." She said. "Sure, I just happen to have a free period at the moment if you are free now." I replied. "Sounds good, I'll see you in a few minutes then." "Okay see you then." I said and hung up the phone. I walked out of the classroom, making sure to lock the door behind me as I left. The journey down to the main office only took a couple of minutes, and I found myself knocking on the door to the social worker's office. "Come in." Debora's voice answered. I walked in to the small office, where a younger red headed woman sat behind a desk that was surrounded by several filing cabinets. She extended her hand for me to shake, then gestured to the chair across from her desk for me to have a seat. "So as far as Scott is concerned, his parents have already paid for tuition through the rest of the year. After that I honestly don't know where he will go. The school doesn't have a scholarship program, or even financial aid. The school has only been granted temporary guardianship over Scott, and inevitably he will be placed into the care of another, be it through adoption which is unlikely, or more likely he will be placed in foster care and I doubt that once that happens he will be returning here." She said, filling me in on the unfortunate situation Scott was finding himself in. Hearing this news, I couldn't help but feel for Scott. I have seen just how well he and Tim have gotten on so far. While I did care what happened to Scott, I couldn't bear to see how Tim would react to losing Scott so soon. I knew that something had to be done. Scott was a great kid and didn't deserve to be lost in the system, not that any kid does. It was then that a thought hit me. She said that adoption was unlikely, but maybe I could find someone to adopt him who would be able to keep him at the school. "Well thank you for your time and filling me in. I guess I have some work to do to figure out a better end result for Scott." I said. "Sorry, I couldn't give you better news, but it is great that you are trying to help out with this." She said. I stood and we shook hands again before I walked out of the office. I had at least a couple of phone calls to make now so that I could hopefully figure this whole thing out. Even if I did figure out a possible solution, it would only work if Scott was okay with it too, but I figured I needed to line everything up first. Listening to Mr. Stevenson relay the events of the day was making my worst fears come true. As he relayed what he had learned, I stood and walked to sit next to Tim on the bed. He put his arm around my shoulder and held me tight as his dad told me about adoption not being likely, and that I would most likely end up in the foster care system, and out of the academy. He gave me a moment to settle down some before he told me what the results of his phone call were. "So, the first call I made was to human resources here at the school, and that call went well, I won't get into the details with that one just yet. The second call was to someone who I thought may be willing to adopt you so to speak." he said. I was confused by what he was saying. Why would he need to talk to human resources, and he honestly didn't tell me anything at all, just that he was trying to find someone to adopt me. I know I've heard somewhere that people only like to adopt younger kids so that they can have a role in raising them. Very few people were interested in adopting a teenager. Just then, Mr. Stevenson's phone rang, so he stopped to answer it. "Hello... Uh hu... yes... okay... are you sure?... Okay then... Okay... Bye." He said as he conversed with whoever was on the other end of the line. "Well boys, that was the call I was waiting for, and now I can fill you in completely. So the first call. As a teacher, one of our benefits is tuition for our kids to attend the school. I needed to find out if there was a limit to that, and there isn't. The second call was to the person I needed to talk to in order to find about getting you adopted." He said. "Okay, and?" Tim said. I was still confused and kind of upset. I'm not sure I wanted some random person to adopt me. "Well, let me start by telling you about something personal in my life that not even Tim knows." He said. "After Tim was born, his mother and I wanted a second child. When Tim was two, his mom got pregnant again and we were excited to be having another kid. At first, everything was going great, but right around month three my wife had a miscarriage. After going to the doctor, we found out that she could never have another kid, and it broke our hearts. We had always wanted another kid so that Tim was not an only child. I called HR to see if as a teacher, we could have a second tuition covered, and they said it was no problem. The second call was my wife calling me back. We had discussed it earlier in the day and she said she had to think about it. So what I'm trying to say Scott, is that if you are willing, We would like to adopt you." I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped. This was the last thing that I expected. I thought someone would yell april fools or Ashton Kutcher would jump out and say that I had just been punked or something. I looked to Mr. Stevenson's face and then to Tim trying to see if he was serious or not, and nothing led me to believe otherwise. "I know Tim loves you already, and you are a great kid. My wife and I took a liking to you from the moment we met you on the day we dropped Tim off, and when you came over for dinner that feeling only grew. I know this is a lot to take in, but how would you feel about becoming a member of our family?" I was speechless. I felt like a bomb had just been dropped on me, but in a good way. Instead of saying anything, I stood and walked over to Mr. Stevenson and gave him a huge hug. As I hugged him, I became overcome by emotion yet again and began shedding a few tears. For the first time though, they were tears of happiness. "Are you sure you want to adopt me?" I asked. "Positive Scott, we would love to have you as a member of our family." he answered. "Of course we will have to fill out the necessary paperwork and go before a judge to make it official, but I had the social worker get that process started already just in case you were agreeable." I had always felt alone as an only child. I didn't have many friends at school, and we rarely saw each other outside of school. I had often wondered why my parents never had any other kids, but I guess I know why now. I was just as surprised as Scott was to hear the news, but I couldn't have been happier with the outcome. I guess being an adopted brother, we could still be boyfriends, and now we would be together outside of school too! My dad continues to surprise me, but above all, I could see the happiness in Scott's face as he hugged my dad, or I guess now our dad. Dad excused himself as he had work to do to help get the process rolling, and left Scott and I alone. We curled up on the bed like we had the night before, just letting all of it sink in. I don't know how long we had lay there, but after a while there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened the door where I found John and Drew standing there. "Hey guys, what's up?" I asked. "We were wondering if you were going to come to dinner?" John asked. "Yeah, hold on, we will walk down with you." I answered. Scott and I accompanied them down to the dining hall where we enjoyed our meal, and informed our friends of everything that was going on. They were shocked to hear about the way Scott's parents had reacted ,and were happy to hear that there was a positive outcome to the whole thing. After dinner, Scott and I returned to our room and watched some tv before calling it a night. I made sure to set the alarm this time, and after brushing my teeth I walked into the bedroom where Scott was already in bed. I pulled off my boxers and surprised Scott by pulling back his blanket and climbing into bed with him. We snuggled up tight and fell into a peaceful sleep. End of chapter 8 Hey everyone, sorry this chapter took so long to get out. Like I said at the start I approached this one a little bit differently, and I hope you enjoy the insight into what everyone is thinking and going through. I hope to include the other boys more in the not too distant future, not necessarily in a sexual way with our two main characters, but just finding out more about them as their friendships grow, and following their relationships as they progress. I would like to thank everyone for your emails. I try my best to answer every single one. It may take me a while to get back to you but generally I do answer. Some of you have asked if I have an editor and I do not, which may be why it takes me a bit longer than I want to get chapters done sometimes. I go through and review them and make changes and revisions. Thanks for your patience, and thanks for reading. As always, feel free to email me at ascouter4@gmail.com