Date: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 06:54:29 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: Society Boys Part 128

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 128

The rest of us went to bed reasonably early too and part way through the
night, Blake crawled in with Colin and me and snuggled up against us.  He
still squirmed all over the place, but I loved every minute of it.  I woke
up with his leg over mine and his head on Colin's arm.  I ran my hand
through his hair and just watched him sleep for a few minutes.  It's
fascinating watching a kid sleep.  I knew that we had made the right
decision adopting him.  I was woken up a couple hours later by my cell
phone going off.

"Good morning Mr. Masters.  This is Colleen from the Ministry of Children
and Families.  I hope I'm not calling too early."

"No, it's fine," I said with a bit of panic in my voice.  I immediately
thought she was calling to take Blake away from us.

"How is Blake settling in?"

"Great, he just got back from two months at camp," I told her as I slid out
of bed and headed into the hallway.  "He and Cory had a great time together
and made lots of new friends."

"Wonderful to hear.  I wanted to call you as I have something to discuss
with you.  I have another boy who needs a foster home, but I'm not sure
where to place him due to his circumstances and I thought that maybe you,
Colin and the rest of the guys might be the best fit."

"What's the situation?"  I asked.

"We have a 14 year old boy whose father has been sent to jail for 8 years.
The boy was forced into some sex acts by his father and we believe that if
we put him into a regular group home he could be a target for additional
abuse if people find out about his past.  The only other place for him is
in a juvenile facility, but it seems a little unfair under the
circumstance."

"Is this the son of Allen Turner?"  I asked just to be sure.  I almost said
Ben's name, but then she would know I knew more than I was letting on.

"Yes.  Did you see it on the news?"

"We caught some of the story.  Where is the boy now?"

"He's in a secure group home, but it's not ideal.  He needs to be able to
live a normal life," she said sounding concerned.  To her this was a simple
matter, but she only had half the story.  I felt sick.

"I need to talk to the family about it as it's a big decision.  We're still
getting used to having Blake around 24/7.  Not sure if we can handle more
at this point."

"I understand of course, but you are licensed to have more foster children
if you want.  I think he'd be safe with all of you as I know you'd look
after him considering what he's been through."  God I wanted to tell the
story, but kept quiet.

"Can you give me 24 hours to talk to everyone?"  I asked.

"Of course.  Take whatever time you need.  Thank you for considering my
request," she said.  We hung up and I had to sit down on the steps going to
our bedroom.  I hadn't even bothered to put clothes on yet.

Troy appeared and said good morning.  "Are you alright, Justin?"  He asked
as he sat down and put his hand on my leg.

"Yeah, we just have a decision to make that might be tough.  Would you go
and wake everyone and have them meet us at the dining room table?"  He
nodded and ran off.  I went back into the bedroom and around to Colin's
side of the bed to gently wake him up. I motioned for him to follow me and
we left Blake sleeping as we went into the bathroom and closed the door.  I
told him what Colleen had said.

"You can't seriously be considering it?"  Colin said almost in shock.
"After what that little shit put Troy and Kiel through.  That would be like
us kicking Troy in the nuts if we let that kid stay here.  How would we
know he wouldn't attack Blake?  I would kill him if he tried anything."

"What if he was just being coerced by his Dad?  Maybe he's a good kid or
just a horny kid who got used by a sick father.  Isn't this what we're good
at?  Helping people?  The `Q'; the Academy; being foster parents," I said
looking closely at Colin.

"Justin, you know I admire that big heart of yours and I'd be there for
anything you wanted to do, but I think this would be a massive mistake.
Maybe there's another way we could help him without bringing him into our
home."

"Let's go talk to everyone and see what they say.  Maybe you're right, but
there has to be a way to help instead of just letting him be stuck in a
group home until he's 18 and then kicked out onto the streets.  He'd learn
way worse things if he's stuck in the system.  We can save him."

"We can't them all, baby.  But god, I love you for thinking we can."  He
hugged me tight and kissed me hard.  I thought I might spring a boner and
then it would take us way longer to get to our family meeting.  We broke
apart and headed back into the bedroom quietly and pulled on shorts and a
shirt before heading downstairs.  Everyone else was there trying to wake
up.

"Sorry guys, I just wanted to get everyone together as I got a call from
Colleen at Family Services."

"About Blake?"  Kyle asked quickly, and with a panicked look on his face.

"No.  That's what I thought too, but it was about Ben Turner.  She asked if
we would take him in as another foster son."

"You're fucking joking right?"  Troy said almost venomously.  "That little
shit belongs in jail with his old man."  We talked in length and at one
point Troy changed his mind, but for the wrong reason.  He figured it would
be a good idea to bring the kid over and pass him around like a taco to
teach him a lesson.  Kyle was of the same mind as Colin that Blake would be
vulnerable, and that seemed to be the biggest concern of all.  Troy didn't
want Ben around at all except for revenge, but he also was the same as
everyone else.  We didn't want to risk Blake or Cory at the hands of an
unknown like Ben.  It seemed we had made a decision until Alex suggested
something.

"Why not see if Social Services will let you place him in the dorms at the
Academy.  If he's gay, he'll be with boys his own age.  If he's straight,
then he'll still be safer than being with kids at a foster home who might
attack him."

We all liked that idea and agreed to pitch it to Colleen.  We were just
about to make the call when a sleepy Blake strolled down the stairs.  "Hey,
why didn't you guys wake me up?  I wanna go too?"

"Go where?"  Colin asked.

"Wherever you're planning?  You only hang out and talk at the table when
you're making plans to go somewhere and I want to go too."

"Alright," Jason said.  "We'll schedule for the dentist as well.  The rest
of us are going on Tuesday."

"I'll pass," Blake said looking disappointed.  "Plan something fun next
time okay.  We gotta get out and do stuff ya know.  What's for breakfast?"

"What would you like?"  I asked.  "Maybe Troy could try his pancakes
again," he said smiling.  We all laughed and got to work making pancakes
and bacon, which we all enjoyed and it didn't end up with anyone hurling
all over the place.  I called Colleen back later in the day and told her
our idea and tried to come up with a reasonable excuse as to why we
couldn't take Ben.  She liked the idea as long as we were his guardians,
but said she'd have to clear it with her boss first.  We agreed to wait on
her decision.

The doorbell rang and Kyle headed off to get it.  Normally we know who is
at the door as they have to buzz the gate first and anyone who knows the
code usually just walks into the house.  Kyle returned with a smile on his
face.  "Alex, it's for you."

"Who is it?"  He asked.

"Find out by going to the door, dipshit," Kyle said with a smile as he sat
down at the table to watch toward the door.  We all turned curiously.  Alex
opened the front door and cried out with excitement.

"CODY!  Bro!  What brings you to town?"

"I came to see my kid brother.  Dude, I haven't been around in a couple
years and thought I'd surprise you.  I'm all done with Uni and figured it
was time to catch up."  The two of them strolled in with Cody's arm around
his little brother's shoulders.

"Guys, you all remember Cody.  Cody, the guys and the new addition is
Blake, Justin's son."

"Son?  Damn you and Colin must have really gone at it hard and fast while I
was away.  Wait...how long was I gone?"  He laughed.  "He looks like you a
lot, Justin."

"Thanks," I said as we acknowledged Cody.  He had grown a lot in the last
couple years.  He was four years older than us and that now made him 25,
the same age as Colin.  He had an unshaven face with the three day growth
look, and his long brown hair was tucked behind his ears.  Other than that
he looked exactly like Alex.  There was no mistaking that they were
brothers, and they both had the same blue eyes.  I think I have superpowers
now though as I could see right through his clothes to the body underneath,
or maybe I was just remembering the first time I had seen Cody naked at our
initiation into the `Q'.  He had the same cock as Alex and a great six
pack.

"Hey bro, do you mind if I grab a shower.  It's been a long trip and I came
straight here from the airport."

"No problem.  How was London?"

"It was brilliant.  Loved the people.  They loved my accent so I got laid
daily.  Best place to be if you're a Canadian.  Just had to make sure they
knew I wasn't American and I was treated incredible."

"Yeah, I've experienced that too," Colin said agreeing with Cody.

"Oh right, you're an American.  Sorry man, no offense."

"None taken.  Glad to have you back home Cody.  Hopefully we can all catch
up.  How long you back for?"

"Not sure yet.  Got the degree in geology, so now I need to find a place to
use it."

"Come on dude, I'll let you shower up in my room," Alex said as he took his
brother upstairs.

"Is that really Alex's brother?"  Blake asked.

"Yep," Jason replied.

"So is he my uncle too?"

"I think so," Jason said as he tried to work it out.  I think he's
officially your uncle-in-law."

"Cool.  So if we go to London, we should remember to take our sunglasses,
right?"

"Huh?"  I said not following.

"He said it was brilliant over there.  Does that mean really bright?"

"Yes, but in this case, I think he meant it was excellent or awesome."

"Oh, okay.  So what are we gonna do today?"

"We could have clean the house day.  Or mow the lawn day, or take out the
trash day," I suggested.  Blake giggled.

"That's silly, Dad.  We have people for that.  I mean we should do
something fun."

"Okay, how about we stay home and sleep?"

"Daaaadddd!"  He whined.  "If you're not gonna think of something, I'm
gonna call Cory and we'll plan something."

"Okay, go call him and see what he's up to."

Blake ran off upstairs and Jason said he was going up to check if the guys
needed anything.  "Yeah right, you just wanna see Cody naked.  Wait for
me..."  I said as I leapt up and walked beside my brother as we headed for
his bedroom.  Alex and Cody were in the bathroom with the door open and we
could hear them talking.

"You all done with that cancer scare, bro?"  Cody was saying.

"Yeah.  It's in remission and hopefully that's it.  Scariest thing I ever
want to go through."

"I hear you little buddy.  Glad that you can get on with your life.  You
turning into a man yet?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean chest hair, a deeper voice.  Able to fuck for more than 30 seconds.
You know...a man."

"Chest hair, no.  Like I'd want to be as hairy as you.  Gross.  Deep voice?
It's deep enough.  I don't want to sound like Grandpa.  And as for
fucking...if I remember correctly, you're the only that couldn't last more
than 30 seconds, so I'm all man there asshole."

"Take off your shirt and let's see if you've been working out."

We heard the shirt come off and a pause.  "Not bad.  Could use some work.
Hang out with me at the gym while I'm here and we'll get you bulked up."

"Cool.  I don't wanna get too big though, just more toned."

"Hubby likes the little woman soft and fuckable huh?"  Cody teased.

"Who you calling the little woman?  I'm not the wife.  We're both
versatile."

"You still fucking Justin too?  I swear to god I thought you two would be
the ones getting married.  You and him were never apart.  Or did you just
marry the wrong twin by mistake?"

"Nah, I got the right twin, except they're triplets now.  I guess we forgot
to mention that.  You've been away so long."

"How'd that happen?"  He asked.

"Dude, that's a long story.  It happened like 71 chapters of my life ago.
Basically they were separated at birth and didn't know about the other
until we accidentally bumped into Jean Paul in Montreal.  Now he lives here
in Vancouver."

"Wild.  So are you fucking all three?"

"I'm not gonna tell you that," Alex said quickly.

"Why not?  I'm gonna find out anyway.  We're all into getting cock so I'm
sure there's action around here regularly.  You stuffing any pussy or just
strictly a man's man?"

"No, girls aren't my thing.  I love Jason and we have a great family here."

"Dude, you don't know what you're missing.  Don't limit yourself.  Being bi
is the coolest.  You can fuck anyone."

"Except straight guys," Alex corrected.

"What planet are you on?  Straight boys love it more than anyone.  Drag a
chick along and get him started and before you know it he's sucking your
dick and taking it up the ass just so he can get pussy."

Jason leaned over to me and whispered.  "Sounds like he went to the Justin
school of logic."  I punched him on the shoulder and smiled.

"I'll stick with guys thanks.  I still can't get over how hairy you got.
When did that happen?"

"About a year and a half ago.  Chest hair came in and I just keep it
trimmed.  Looks good huh?"

"Actually, on you it doesn't look bad.  At least it's just your chest and
not all over your stomach or back or anything.  Nice to see that you trim
the pubes too."

"Nice that you're looking.  Maybe I should give you some brotherly love
while we're in here.  You can come in here and suck me off if you want."

"I'm good thanks.  The guys will be wondering where we are if we take too
long."

"Please, I doubt they'd even blink.  My guess is that everyone is having
sex with everyone if I know you guys."  He's not wrong there I thought to
myself.  I smiled and turned to look at Jason as I slipped my hand down the
front of his pants.

"Seriously?  Now?  Damn Justin we gotta get you some reverse Viagra or
something," Jason whispered.  I ignored him and lifted his shirt up so I
could lean over and lick his nipples.  He let me do it for a second before
pushing me away.  I smiled when I felt his cock inflating at my grip.  He
grabbed my wrist and pulled it out of his pants.  I pouted.

"I'll just go do your husband if you stop me," I said softly.

"Go do your own husband," he grinned.  I gave him a look and then turned
quickly and headed into the bathroom.

"What are you to up to in here?"  I announced loudly as I entered.  Alex
was sitting on the toilet seat shirtless, with Cody still showering.  I
stared at Cody and he had really gotten a lot bigger than the last time I'd
seen him, and a hell of a lot hairier.  He had a full matt of hair on his
chest and with the stubble on his face he looked more like a gorilla.
Well, a trimmed and shaved gorilla.  The one thing I did notice is that his
six pack was gone and he seemed a little bigger around the waist.  I hoped
Alex wouldn't get like that as I liked his slim build, smooth chest and
fuckable ass.  I added that last part to make him seem more sexy.

"So which one are you?"  Cody asked me.  Justin or Jason?

"Would it matter?  You'd still want me."

"Justin it is then..."  Cody grinned.  "Some things never change."

"That's not true.  Look at you all hairy and shit."

"I suppose you're just as hairless as my baby brother."

"Yep.  Totally smooth and it's staying that way.  First chest hair I get,
I'm off to laser hair removal.  Even the pubes are gone and ass is as
smooth as a glass in a rainstorm."

Jason was right behind me and leaned against the counter as we talked to
Cody.

"You guys really don't have any privacy issues do you?"  Cody laughed.
"Just stroll in and hang out with a guy in the shower."

"No one cares around here," Alex admitted.  We swim nude, walk around
naked.  We're all guys, no big deal."  And as if to prove it, Blake walked
in to talk to us.

"You guys are hard to find sometimes.  Good thing we have ADAM to help.  I
talked to Cory and we're gonna go fishing today.  So you can come if you
want.  I'll just need some stuff.  I'll go over to his place and pick him
up in my car and then we can either come back here and go down to the
ocean, or if you'd let us borrow the boat we can go out in it and get
bigger fish.  We think we could catch a whale if we get out deep enough.
How come you're so hairy, Alex's brother?"

"Cody, remember?"  I told him.

"Right, Cody.  How come you're so hairy?"

"Most guys are hairy.  Some people just like to shave it off and stay
smooth," Cody replied as the bathroom filled up.

"Oh okay.  Dad, you should get some hair.  It looks cool."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind if I ever need to be wearing a permanent
blanket on my chest," I said almost sarcastically.  "So what do you mean,
you're going over to pick Cory up.  Did Kyle or Troy offer to take you
over?"

"No silly, I have my own car and I know how to drive.  It's not like it's
far.  I'd be like 30 minutes tops."

"Missing the one important thing aren't you...like a driver's license."

"Minor detail.  You only need a driver's license for I.D. and I have my
passport so I'm all good."

"You need a driver's license to drive.  That's why it's called a DRIVER's
license."  I chuckled.

"Okay, fine.  I'll take my bike or you can offer to drive me.  Can we still
take the boat though?  There's no such thing as a boat license and you let
me drive that all the time."

"Yeah, with an adult present."

"So many rules.  I can't wait to be 16 and be an adult."

"18," I corrected.

"No way!  You said 16."  Blake complained.

"16 for sex, 18 to be an adult."

"I think you're just bullshitting aren't you.  You just want me to be a kid
forever."

"Yep, you caught me," I grinned as I rubbed his hair.

"So how long are you gonna be in the shower Uncle Cody?  Wanna come with to
meet my friend Cory.  Oh, by the way Dad, we're also gonna pick up Casey.
He's coming fishing too.  He has his own pole so we don't need to buy him
one.  Do you have a pole Dad?"

I went to open my mouth to reply and heard chuckling from Alex and Jason.
I looked over at them.  "Well, do you, Justin?"  Jason asked.

"I actually have a very big pole," I said looking at Blake and trying to
ignore the others.

"Yeah, but you might have to stop and get him another one.  His is getting
old and worn out.  It gets used a lot more than normal," Jason teased.

"Really?  Do you catch lots with it?  Can I see it?"  Blake said excitedly.
The other two guys burst out laughing.

"He's caught tons with it.  Justin is currently the president of the catch
and release program," Alex smiled.

"What's that?"  Blake asked blinking those big eyes at us.

"It's where you catch something, take a picture to prove you had it and
then throw it back where it came from," Alex explained correctly as we all
imagined something other than fish in this program.

"That's stupid.  When me and Cory catch anything we're gonna bring it home
and eat it."  Everyone looked at me.  What?  I only eat what I need and
throw the rest back.  Geez.  If they squirm around too much, you just club
them on the back of the head to settle them down.

"Sounds like a good plan," Cody said as he stepped out of the shower and
reached for a towel.  He had a nice size dick on him and if he hadn't been
so hairy, I might have added him to the catch and release program.

He dried himself off and headed back the bedroom, with all of us following
along like his entourage.  "Can I borrow some clothes, bro?  Mine all need
washing."

"Where are your clothes?"  I asked.

"In the car outside.  I haven't even gone home yet.  Not looking forward to
moving back in with the parents until I find a job, but I suppose I could
tough it out for a bit.  It'll be good to hang out with you for a while
though kid.  I missed having you around."

"I missed you too, but Jason and I are heading on vacation for a month.
We're doing a cross Canada tour."

"Shit that sucks.  I'll have to make excuses to get away from home more
often."

"So stay here," I offered.  "We have tons of room and with these two gone,
it's gonna seem empty."

"Are you sure that'll be okay?"  He asked looking at us as he threw the
towel on the bed.

"No problem," Blake said casually as he climbed onto the bed to watch Cody.
"Cory stays over all the time and you're family too, so it'll be cool."

"If it's no bother.  That would be way better than hanging out with the
`rents."

"No bother around here.  I'll just go check with Kyle, Troy and Colin, but
they should be fine."  Plus Cody didn't seem to have a problem being naked,
which was a good thing in my mind.  He went with Alex to the closet to get
some clothes and I ran down to make sure the others were fine, which of
course they were.  I told Colin he didn't have to worry about me banging
Cody as he wasn't my type.

"Fat or hairy?"  Colin asked.

"Hairy," I smiled.  "Am I that predictable and shallow?"

"Pretty much," he said as he kissed me.  I waited with them until everyone
came down.  Blake was still talking a million miles an hour to Cody and I
wondered if we might ever get the quiet days of Blake back again.  He
wanted to know everything about him and rapid fired questions.

How long had he known me, what was there to do in London, would he get
hairy too, what type of car did he have, what sort of things did he and
Alex do when they were his age, etc. etc. etc.  Cody just patiently
answered him while trying to have a conversation with Alex.  Troy moved
over closer to Cody so he could be part of the conversation too.  As we
talked, the front door opened and Landon strolled in and in a loud voice
called out to Troy.

"Babe, grab your shit and let's roll.  I was thinking you could buy me
lunch later and then I'll show my appreciation."  He stopped when he got to
the living room and saw all of us.  Colin was the first to respond.

"Hey Landon how about you go back to the front door and ring the bell like
a normal visitor?  I don't appreciate people just wandering in here."

"Since when?"  Landon said looking at Colin as if he were new.

"Since this is my house and I'd appreciate some consideration."

"Sounds like someone didn't get laid last night.  Come on Troy let's get
out of here.  I'm hungry and unlike captain hiney hairs over there, some of
us are going to get laid today."  Troy got up and ran after him quickly,
but was stopped quickly.  "Dude, wallet.  We're going to lunch remember,"
Landon said quickly.  Troy turned and ran up the front stairs to his room.
"I'll wait in the driveway for you.  If that's okay, your majesty," he said
looking at Colin.

Colin ignored him as he went out the front door.  "I really don't like that
guy.  Makes me feel like I need a shower every time he's been here."

"Or that we should be checking inventory," I said bluntly.

"Who is he?"  Cody asked.

"Troy's new boyfriend.  Total tool and is so wrong for him, but Troy seems
to like him so we're being standoffish for now, and just watching
carefully," Colin replied.

"Yeah, I don't like him at all," Kyle said.  "He asked me and Jordan if he
could borrow some money to buy something nice for Troy.  We gave him a
hundred bucks and he asked for more, but we told him we didn't have it.
Turns out he didn't get Troy anything with it and used it for beer and
pot."

"So we should ask him for the money back, since he lied," Colin said.

"Have you seen the size of him?  I'm not asking him for anything."

"Damn, you really are a bunch of girls huh?  Want me to take care of him.
I'm not scared of someone that size," Cody offered.

"No, just leave it alone, but no-one gives him money from now on," Colin
replied.

Alex, Jason and Cody made plans to hang out together, while Kyle headed off
to be with his boyfriends who apparently had spent the night together at
Jordan's.  Blake, Colin and me took Cory and Casey fishing out on the boat.
The boys alternated turns driving the boat and the fishing seemed the least
interesting part of the day for them.  We saw a whale in the distance and
went after it, but surprisingly didn't catch it, despite my enormously
oversized pole...and regular size fishing rod.

We did stop by Bare Island and I was shocked to see how much work had been
done.  When Colin sets his mind on something it just happens.  The new
house was completely finished with a solar panel roof.  There was new sand
on the beaches, the new dock for the boat and when we got to the swimming
hole with its new sand, there were also rope swings and a zipline over the
area, but basically it remained pretty natural.  The house was incredible.
It was a big open concept with a loft.  The whole thing looked rugged, but
as Colin explained it was a pretty high tech house.  The windows were
blacked out so you couldn't see in, but could easily see out, and were a
durable polymer or some such thing that were basically unbreakable. The
doors were also reinforced so that no one could break in.  ADAM had been
installed by satellite access or something to monitor everything, and all
the beds could fold away to leave the main part of the house wide open.
The boys asked if they could go swimming, which of course was expected and
the house had been stocked with towels and essentials.  The boat also had
towels and showers, so we were set.  It turned into Lord of the Flies as
the boys ran around naked and used the swing and zipline to drop into the
water.  Colin and I decided to stay dressed as we didn't know Casey yet and
wouldn't want his parents to get the wrong idea.  Once the boys had had
enough we let them drive the boat back to town and we grabbed something to
eat before taking Casey home.  Next we dropped Cory off and Blake turned
the cute factor up to 20 as he begged to stay over.  I couldn't say no and
before we could change our minds the boys ran off giggling like teenage
girls.  We thanked Sheila for putting up with him again and she just
smiled.

"Please, he's as welcome here as you are.  It's like I have a second son,"
she said.

"I know what you mean," I laughed.  Colin and I had a night to ourselves,
so we went for a few drinks at a nice pub and then over to the Slam'r for
the water fight party.

"I think Jake's crazy on this one, but what the hell it should be fun.  We
let the valet take the car and headed inside.  The whole place had been
transformed.  All the bars had had their sales terminals removed and
anything that could be damaged by water had been covered or removed.  The
LED screens were apparently okay as they were behind plexiglass anyway.  We
received a water gun, and several bar stations had been set up with a place
to fill them.  The whole idea was simple.  Just soak anyone and everyone.
There were already people on the VIP floor spraying those on the main
floor.  Some were down to their t-shirts and underwear and a coat check had
been set up for pants and anything they didn't want to get wet.  We just
left our stuff in the office and headed back out in underwear and a shirt.
I saw Forrest front and center wearing tiny white briefs that would barely
cover a girl, never mind a boy with a full package.  He had been thoroughly
soaked and you could clearly make out the outline of his cock off to the
left.  If I knew Forrest, he probably did that to himself.

"Hey guys!" he waved before spraying us in the chest.  "This is gonna be a
fun night.  I've already got about four dates lined up."

"Forrest, I'm not sure they're dates if you're just bent over the back of a
chair with your underwear around your ankles being fucked," I chuckled.

"Whatever!"  He said snapping his fingers and giving me his best fag voice.
"You have dates how you want and I'll have dates how I want.  When are you
throwing another epic party at your place?  Call me and I'll help you plan
it.  We can have a white party and all you're allowed to wear is assless
white shorts."

"Wouldn't that just end up as a fuck party?"  Colin grinned.

"So, like all your parties then.  But we could put black lights in the
entire house and it would make it so much cooler.  Or perhaps we could have
a shaving party.  That's where people haven't shaved in a few days, or
weeks and we all get together and shave a partner before playing with them.
We do before and after pictures of the whole group.  Maybe a `Where's
Wilma' party.  That's always hot."

What's a `where's Wilma' party?"  I asked never having heard of one before.

"Everyone dresses in their best drag and wears a name tag, and somewhere at
the party is a real girl.  Your job is to find her, but you can't touch or
grope.  The idea is to fool as many people as possible.  After a couple of
hours of partying, you submit your guess in a ballot box as to the real
girl.  If a guy gets picked as the real girl over everyone else, he gets
whatever prize is set up for the night.  It could be a large amount of
cash, from everyone paying an entrance fee, or it could be something
expensive.  It could also be that the guy gets to pick someone to spend the
night with.  If the real girl wins, she gets the money or the prize or
perhaps picks a gay guy to have sex with her in front of everyone.  Lots of
straight girls like getting it on with a gay guy."

"I think you just made that up," Colin said.  "That sounds like one of
Justin's type of parties."

"Hardly," I complained.  "This party has two hours of no touching or
groping.  Do you seriously think I'd plan THAT?  What do you think I am...a
nun?"

"Monk," Colin corrected.

"A Monk," I repeated.  As we talked a guy came up behind me and sprayed me
square on the ass scaring me a little as the water was cold.  I could feel
it running down my crack.  I turned and the guy was smiling at me.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist.  You looked so dry and adorable."

"Awww, aren't you sweet," I said as I aimed my water pistol covertly at his
crotch and sprayed him.  He laughed and jumped back.

"I'm Anthony," he said.

"Justin," I replied.

"Can I buy you a drink?"  He offered.  I looked at him and smiled.  He
looked Italian with black hair and a smooth face.  I would be up for a
drink with him.  I'd be up without a drink, but that goes without saying,
so I won't say it.  I smiled at Colin and Forrest and headed off with
Anthony.

"How does he do that?"  I head Forrest yell to Colin.  I couldn't hear the
reply.

I ordered a Toblerone martini and let Anthony pay for it.  He had the money
stuffed in his socks.  I suppose the bartenders were getting used to wet
soggy money tonight.  I followed him to a quieter corner of the club and
sat on a stool close to him.

"You're really cute," he said smiling.  "Do you live around here?"

"Thanks.  Yeah I'm not far from here at all."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"  He asked not wasting anytime.

"I'm married actually," I admitted.

"Oh sorry, I didn't know.  To a guy or girl?"

"Guy.  The guy I was with when you sprayed me."

"Which one?  The tall dark haired guy in the skimpy underwear or the
blonde?"

"The blonde."

"Nice.  Lucky you."

"Thanks."

"So I probably shouldn't have hit on you like that then.  Sorry."

"Don't apologize, we have an open relationship."

"That's pretty hot.  So do you guys fool around with guys together or
separately?"

"Together, separately, groups, whatever goes and whatever we're in the mood
for."

"That's the kind of relationship I want," he smiled.

"Where are you from?"  I asked.

"Paris," he replied.

"You don't sound French.  Although you do look Italian," I said taking a
sip of my cocktail.

"Actually Paris, Texas.  I'm just up here on vacation."

"Are you travelling alone?"

"Why are you a serial killer?"

"No don't be silly.  I'm a serial rapist," I grinned.

"Can't rape the willing," Anthony replied.

"What's the fun in that?  I get them liquored up, hosed down, stripped and
spread eagle so I can fuck them senseless."

"Well, I bought the drinks, so I'm liquored up and definitely hosed down.
We're halfway there," he smiled.

"I think it's safe to say we're all the way there.  Come with me," I
grinned as I polished off my drink and got off the bar stool.  Anthony
followed my lead.  I took him down to the Cell'r and found an empty area
where we could have some privacy...at least to start.  I turned to face
him.  "First things first.  Since you're an American and especially since
you're from Texas, I have to check you for a concealed weapon.  I put my
hand on his chest and felt his pecs.  They were rock hard and he flexed as
I squeezed him.  I ran my hand down his sides and then up his back.  "I
think we have to remove it.  I can't be sure that you don't have something
taped to your body that I missed."

I pulled his shirt over his head and then began to feel him up again.  "You
think there is something hidden under my skin?" he laughed.

"I dunno, I heard you conceal all sorts of weapons in Texas."

"Well, the other saying is that everything is bigger in Texas," he grinned.

"I'm counting on it," I replied trying not to show emotion while keeping my
dick under control.  I dropped to my knees and felt his ass over top of his
underwear then went down his bare legs.  I patted over his money and
whatever else he had in his socks before coming up and taking hold of his
package.  "I knew it.  You're trying to smuggle in an assault rifle," I
said smiling.

"Busted," he grinned as I lowered the front of his shorts and pulled them
down to reveal a semi hard cut cock.  It was growing rapidly and had the
same olive skin to it that the rest of him had.

"Damn, they really do make things bigger in Texas," I smiled.  He was
probably going to be 8 inches when it stopped growing.  A decent size for
my pleasure.

"So are you convinced that I'm not carrying a weapon?" he smiled looking
down at me.

"Are you kidding?  Have you looked between your legs?  I think that's what
President Bush was looking for in Iraq.  A weapon of ass destruction.  He's
a Texan too isn't he?"

"We'll never admit that, and no amount of torture can ever make us say it,"
he laughed.  "I think it's only fair that I check you for a weapon now."

"We're Canadian," I giggled "We're not allowed to carry concealed weapons."

"Then what's this he said as he took a firm hold of my hard cock.  That
thing could do more damage than what I'm packing.  He yanked my shorts down
and dropped to his knees.  His search was much more thorough than mine as
he swallowed my cock down his throat and managed to open my piss slit and
put his tongue in it.  His hands played with my ass and he coated his
finger with saliva before pushing it into my eager hole.  After a few
minutes of that, he stood up and opened a small tube of lube that must have
been in his sock.  He coated his cock and turned me around.  I didn't have
to be told to assume to position.  I just automatically put my hands
against the wall and pushed my ass out.  He fingered some lube in and then
pushed his cock right past my sphincter and deep into my ass.  One hand
came to my shoulder and the other was on my hip.  He began to search my ass
thoroughly with his cock.  I don't think he found anything but after
several minutes of being fucked hard and deep, I was now smuggling
international seeds in my ass.  That's a crime for sure if I cross the
border.  He pulled out and dropped to his knees and pulled my ass cheeks
apart.  He buried his face in my hole and shoved his tongue in.  Fucking
Indian giver.  He was trying to take back the load he'd given me.  I pushed
out a little and let the cum run out of my hole, which he eagerly lapped
up.  I like a guy who cleans up after himself.  Once he was done, he stood
up and told me to get on my knees.  I thought it was my turn to do some
cock sucking now, but he took hold of my hair with one hand and jerked
himself off with the other.  He kept wiping his cock all over my face and
then without warning, he sprayed my face with another load.  Damn this guy
must not have emptied his nuts in a week.  Once he was done, he wiped his
dripping cock on my cheeks and pulled me to my feet.  He licked my entire
face clean and then wiped any cum he could find off my chest and put his
fingers in his mouth.  He dropped back to his knees and sucked my cock hard
until I came.  He jammed a couple fingers into my hole near the end to
throw me over the edge.  Once I had given him everything I had, he stood up
and grabbed my head again and pressed his lips to mine and forced his
tongue in.  He shared my load with me for several minutes.  I was so
fucking horny I almost came a second time.

"Fuck that was amazing.  I hope all Canadian boys are like you.  I might
never leave," he beamed.  "Thanks."

"Thank you," I smiled back at him with my ass still throbbing from the
quick fuck.

"If you're around later, I wouldn't mind a second round.  Bring your
boyfriend.  Maybe we can double fuck you."

"I doubt I can handle that, but it'd be hot to watch you fuck him."

"Y'all are some fun dudes," he said showing off his true Texan drawl.  I
pulled up my underwear, grabbed my shirt and water pistol and headed to the
bathroom where guys were busy refilling their guns.  I used a stall and
wiped my ass and then at the sink made sure I didn't have cum all over my
face.  As I looked in the mirror, a completely naked Tyler came up behind
me.

"Hey, howz it goin'?"  He asked.

"Great Tyler.  How about you?  I see you're still hanging around the
basement looking for fags."

"Best fucks in town.  Never had so many people fighting over my dick at
once.  Makes me feel special.  Cheaper than taking out a chick only to have
her freak out when she sees my cock.  Hell guys down here would pay ME to
ride this puppy."

"Truer words have never been spoken," I smiled.  "A 12 inch dick in a gay
club is like crack to these guys.  If they've had it, they want it again.
If they haven't, they want to try so they have the bragging rights.  If
they think you're too big, they take the pain to prove they're tough
enough.  It's a win, win, win."

"You don't have to tell me.  When I need to bust a nut, I can come down
here, strip, fuck and be back home in 15 minutes.  If I am extra horny,
I'll just go around and fuck anyone who is interested.  Speaking of which,
you and I haven't been together in a while.  Feel like taking a ride for
old time sake."

My ass was already yelling yes so loud that my brain had turned off the
noise, so guess which body part won?  I nodded without saying a word as my
mouth had suddenly gone dry.  Tyler took me over to an open sling and
pushed me gently into it on my back.  He put my feet in the straps and
fastened them.  Then he put my hands in the other straps and secured me
completely.  I was now at his mercy.  Kind of exciting being dominated by a
straight boy.  He went over to the lube dispenser on the wall and squirted
a few pumps into his hand.  He fingered a lot into my hole and then coated
his cock.  He wiped his hand dry on my chest and then grabbed my thigh as
he aimed his monster dick at my hole.  He wasn't even fully hard, but that
didn't seem to make a difference.  He popped the large head past my
sphincter and entered slowly.  Once he was buried deep enough, he began to
fuck and on each thrust I could feel him getting bigger and bigger.  I felt
like I was being impaled by several dicks at once or a massive tree.  I
guess Anthony would be able to double fuck me later after all.  Tyler just
kept working away at me and I continued to relax and breathe, at least
until some guy came up beside me and pushed his cock down my throat.  I was
a little helpless to stop him.  Tyler had improved at fucking from what I
remembered.  He would pull almost all the way out and then go all the way
back in to his balls.  I felt every mile of his dick inside me and after a
long time of him going back and forth, my dick erupted on its own spewing a
small amount of cum onto my stomach.  A thousand pigeons flew down to lick
the cum off my stomach eagerly.  Well, not real pigeons, just `pigeon like'
gay guys.  The guy in my mouth came and left.  Don't you hate that when
they cum and go without so much as saying hello.  How rude!

"You want my load inside Justin?"  Tyler smiled.

"Fire away buddy.  Give me some of that straight boy DNA."

He hammered me hard and rapidly and I watched as sweat dripped off his
forehead.  He cried out and let his jizz fill my ass.  I was pretty sure I
felt it hit up inside my brain it came out with such force.  He pulled out
and I looked up at his big cock as it came into sight.  Damn that thing was
big.

"Thanks Justin.  You're still an awesome fuck."

"You too.  At least for a straight boy," I smiled.  Tyler came around and
kissed me full on the lips and slid his tongue inside me for a couple
seconds.

"That's something special for you, and I'll deny it if you say I kiss
guys," he grinned.

"I didn't see a thing," I said with a warm tingly feeling washing over me.
It might have been the three sets of hands playing with my body rather than
anything else.  Another cock entered me as I lay there coming down from my
high, but I barely felt it.  I looked up to see a small Asian boy going at
me like a crazy person.  I'll bet his dick wasn't as big as Blake's, but I
wasn't rude enough to say anything.  I just lay there and let him fuck
away.  He pulled out about a minute later and fired his load all over my
cock, stomach and chest.  Then he thanked me in broken English with almost
a bow and left.  Three more guys had a go in me, before I was released.
I'm not complaining but I was missing the water fight upstairs.  I got
cleaned up, jumped back into my shorts and shirt, and after filling my
water pistol, raced back up to the chaos that had taken over the main club.
Buckets of water were now being thrown from the second floor and people
couldn't have been any wetter if this had been a pool party.  The whole
floor was soaked to the point where it was leaking through your shoes as
you walked.  Many of the guys were now shirtless or naked and anything and
everything was being used to throw water.  If you didn't look wet enough,
you got drenched.  I barely made it 3 metres before I was attacked by half
a dozen guys wielding buckets, water pistols and cups.  I was now
see-through.  Anyone wearing white was almost translucent.  It was a total
turn on.  In fact I think it was sexier than everyone just being naked.  I
found Colin with Cole and his boyfriend Arden.  They were down to just
their underwear and completely soaked.  As they saw me approach they hosed
me down again.

"Dude, this is a fucking insane riot.  We should have this every month," I
laughed as I sprayed all of them.

"At least we won't need to get the carpets cleaned," Colin laughed.  We
danced a little on the main floor, but were attacked so many times that you
had to pay more attention to that than the music.  Guys would come up and
yank your underwear down so they could spray you in the nude, and by the
time you got the wet shorts back in place, several more guys had attacked
from other places.  No wonder everyone had begun to just stay naked.  The
main dance floor was turning into a bit of an orgy of its own.  Guys were
fucking right there in front of everyone, which of course made them a
massive target for a water attack.  It looked like they were fucking under
a waterfall.  The whole night was a blast and it wasn't until we went to
leave that we realized the other problem.  We hadn't brought a change of
clothes.  Thank god it was warm out.  Guys were leaving the club in saggy
wet underwear carrying everything else.  Some had changed into their dry
pants, but hadn't brought a towel to dry off, so those got wet almost as
quickly.  Colin and I just headed out in our underwear as the car was
brought around.  We got home, left the car outside and went in to have a
warm shower together.  Just what we needed...more water.  We climbed into
bed and made love for a couple hours.  As he fucked me he commented on how
used my ass felt.  What a bitch.  I got even by fucking his mouth and then
drilling his nice tight ass and then telling him how he'd missed out on
Tyler's cock tonight.

"What am I going to do with you, baby?"  He laughed.  "You're such a slut.
I should put you on a fuck allowance."

"What's that?"  I asked grinning.

"You only get so many fucks in a week and once you use them up, you have to
wait until next week."

"Sounds kinda harsh.  Would you be included in my allowance, or is it just
for random strangers?"

"Total fucks in a week, me included.  You'd have to decide who you wanted
to give it up for."

"How would you know if I went over or not?"  I said resting my head on his
chest and looking up at him.  I took a page out of Blake's book and batted
my green eyes at him.

"We'd have to hire a fuck monitor," he replied as he looked at me with a
smirk.

"And what in the hell is that?"

"He'd be with you 24/7 to keep count and then put you into a chastity
cage."

"Am I allowed to fuck the fuck monitor?"  I grinned.  "What if I bribed him
with extra fucks just for him."

"I'd pay him so much, that he wouldn't dare cheat the system," Colin
replied as he ran his fingers through my hair.

"What if I doubled his salary and didn't tell you?  Then I could still have
lots of fucking."

"How about if I never put out again for you if you fuck more than three
times," he laughed.

"Three times a day?  Are you trying to make me go crazy?  I'll die or
explode or something."

"A week baby.  Three times a week," Colin snorted.

"Oh, that's cruel.  I know there's a law against spousal abuse.  I'll call
Sam and get that cleared up right away."

"Okay, what if I promise to be super good and have sex with you every night
and pretend like you're the only guy I've been with."

"Every night?  Now who's going for spousal abuse," Colin laughed as he
pulled me up and I wiggled along his body until we were lip to lip.  We
kissed until we fell asleep.  I had a strange dream of being in a dungeon
and only being allowed out three times a week for an hour.  Not sure what
that was all about...

The next morning Jason and Alex were at breakfast with Cody.  Today was the
day they were leaving on their trip.  The first leg of the trip was going
to be a cruise through the Northwest passage.  It was a special charter
thing where they started in Vancouver, went up the coast between Alaska and
Russia, around into the passage and past Inuvik in the Northwest
Territories.  Then it was on to the Victoria Islands in Nunavut and then
around the Baffin Island before dropping down past Newfoundland and into
Halifax Nova Scotia.  From there they'd take a train to Montreal, Ottawa,
across the prairies, through Alberta and the Rockies and back home to
Vancouver.  I so wanted to go on that trip.  Maybe I could chloroform Jason
and take his place.  Who would know?  The whole trip was like 20,000km.
That was like going halfway around the world and the only time they'd leave
Canada was to go past Alaska.  We took them to the cruise ship terminal to
see them off.  As they sailed off, I realized that I wouldn't see them for
a whole month.  First Blake, now Jason and Alex.  It is me?  Do I smell bad
or something?  Speaking of Blake we had to go get him from Cory's.  We
dropped Cody downtown as he said he needed stuff and would find his own way
back.  Blake and Cory were outside playing with Cory's skateboard when we
pulled up.

"Hi Dads!"  Blake yelled.  "Watch this!"  He rode the skateboard down the
driveway and onto the street.  Then he skated back to the curb and jumped
it successfully back onto the sidewalk.  We congratulated him.  "I finally
got the hang of it, but look how many tries it took me."  He pulled up his
pant legs to show a lot of cuts and scratches as well as on his arms.  "I
fell a lot, but like you said Dad, no pain, no gain."

I had said that, but I don't think I meant it like that, but he didn't seem
worse for wear.  He was all boy and liked doing things to get dirty or
messy, so why not scratched and bruised as well.  Cory showed us that he
could go down the driveway and back up it, but he hadn't got the hang of
the jump yet, but he tried.  "Go thank Cory's Mom for letting you stay and
let's get going buddy," Colin told him.  The boys ran inside and yelled at
Sheila as they entered.  She appeared at the door to say hi to us.

"I'm sorry about not returning Blake in the same condition you left him,
but the boys insisted on learning how to do skateboard tricks," she smiled.

"Seems like it worked.  They're both a lot better," I said making sure to
compliment them both.  Blake and Cory gave each other a quick hug and said
goodbye.  Blake jumped in the car and belted himself in.

"Dad, we have to get me some clothes for school.  I think I need a bunch of
stuff including shoes, pants, shirts, a backback, an iPad, and some..." he
lowered his voice and almost whispered "underwear".

"Don't you have a closet full of clothes, son?"  Colin asked.

"Yeah, but I already wore those.  You always have to have new clothes to
start school.  I think we should go shopping."  I was up for that, so we
headed to the mall.  I won't bore you with all the details and the
multitude of shops we went to but suffice it to say that Blake would be
able to wear new clothes to school every day for a few months without
duplicating an outfit.  Plus we had to get him shoes to match.  His
favorite was the most simple.  He had a leather jacket.  Black baggy cargo
type jeans and an Abercrombie & Fitch white V-neck t-shirt with high top DC
Shoe runners in black and white.  Of course we'd bought him about 10 pairs
of DC runners in several colors but he had already picked out a favorite.
He would be the hottest guy in the school for sure.  He'd be running for
president of the student council by the end of the first week.  We almost
ran out of room in the car for all the stuff.  He picked out a couple of
different backpacks to match what mood he might be in, but they were all
brand names like Dakine.  We told him that he didn't need an iPad for his
homework as he had the laptop, but we did buy him Bluetooth headphones that
he thought were `super cool' to use with his phone.  He got some bling as
well.  We tried to get him some belts to hold his pants up, but apparently
Justin Bieber and Cody Simpson wore their pants down so that their
underwear showed, which of course meant we had to have some amazing
underwear instead of belts.  The more designer and gangster, the better.
He was one hot little dude.  If I'd been gay at 12, I'd have drooled over
this kid.  Back at home we made several trips to his room to dump
everything and it took ages to cut off price tags and unpack it all.  Blake
then began to go through his closet to sort out all the things that either
didn't fit him anymore, or things he was done with.  Many of them had
hardly been worn.

"We should take these over to the foster home or something Dad.  I know
kids over there don't get much.  Do you think that would be okay if we did
that?"

"I think that would be a great idea, Blake.  Are you sure you're okay with
going back there?"

"Yeah, as long as you guys are with me.  Plus all my clothes are for
younger guys not the older ones.  They're just bullies and we don't like
bullies do we?"

"No, we sure don't bud," I said.  "But keep in mind sometimes the best way
to help a bully is to find out why they are bullying and maybe help them."

"My other Dad said the best way to stop a bully is to stand up to him.  So
if I kick `em in the nuts that should do it, right?"

"Fighting is never an option Blake.  You're smart.  Use your brain to win
over a bully."

"So like head butt them, you mean?"

I laughed.  "No, not head butt them.  Try to figure out why they're picking
on you or others and try to solve it.  Maybe make friends with them
somehow.  Find something you have in common."

"Sounds way harder than just kicking them in the nuts," he said shrugging
his shoulders.  I left it alone for now.  We'd cross that bridge if it came
up.  We piled the used clothes on the bed and hung up his new stuff and
swapped out shoes as well.  We drove them over to the group home he used to
be in and had deliberately used the Maserati to have a bit of a flashy
entrance.  Plus it's a four seat car that would fit us and all his stuff.
We pulled up to the front door of his old group home and rang the bell.  An
older lady came to the door and beamed when she saw Blake.

"Hi Blake.  It's wonderful to see you again," she said looking down at him
and giving him a big welcome.

"I'm Mrs.  Dalton.  You must be his new foster parents.  How's he doing?"
She said asking us directly.

"We're actually his fathers.  We adopted him, and he's doing very well.
You should tell Mrs. Dalton why we're here Blake," I encouraged.

"He's talking?"  She said surprised.

"Some days he never shuts up," I laughed as I rubbed his head.

"Not cool Dad.  Way not cool," he complained as he looked up at me and gave
me the roll of the eyes that said I was embarrassing him.  I think it's my
job to do that.  "Mrs. Dalton, we wanted to know if you could use any of my
old clothes and some toys.  I got new stuff for school and thought the kids
here would like my other stuff that I grew out of.  Most of it is really
new."

"I think that's a fantastic idea Blake, and it's so wonderful to hear you
talking.  You have such a beautiful voice."  He blushed at the compliment
and waited as she called some of the kids down.  A few of them remembered
Blake and were excited to see him, but we noticed him tense up as older
boys came around to see what was going on.  They looked like a rough bunch
and I could see why Blake would feel intimated.

"Hey guys it's the mute kid.  How's it going squirt.  Learned to talk yet?"
One of the boys asked who looked abut 16.  I was about to interfere, when
Blake spoke up.

"I can talk just fine thank you.  I just had nothing to say to you when I
was here.  I only have conversations with intellectual equals, so using
words with you would have been a colossal waste of time."  I don't even
think the kid was smart enough to know he'd just been given a massive burn.
Part of me wondered how long Blake had been practicing that.  I tried not
to laugh out loud, but I did notice that Blake moved slightly back behind
Colin and me without being obvious.  The teen looked at him and then at us.

"So who are these guys?"  Tkid asked.

"My Dads," Blake said proudly.  "We just dropped by to give some of my old
stuff to the younger kids for when they go back to school."

"Like what?"

We decided to show them as we opened the car door and let the children haul
the bags into the house.  They excitedly pawed through everything and
picked out some of the stuff they liked.  At one point, one of the older
boys grabbed a shirt out of the hands of one of the 10 year olds.  "That's
some sick stuff dude.  Why would you get rid of it?"

"I got all new stuff for school," Blake said with a grin.

"So are you guys gay or something?"  The oldest kid said looking at Colin
and me.

"Would it matter to you at all?"  I asked.

"Nah, it's just weird thinking of guys doing it with each other.  As long
as you aren't doing it with me, I couldn't care less.  Old Blake here will
probably like being with a bunch of homos anyway."  As he said it Blake
moved back further behind us and I could see his anxiety level was
building.  It was time for us to get going, but I thought I'd try something
first.

"We only have stuff for kids Blake's age or younger, but if the rest of you
would like something, maybe we could take a quick trip to the mall and pick
out some things for school?  If that's alright with you, Mrs. Dalton?"

"It's fine, but you don't have to do that.  The province gives us money for
clothes," she replied.

"Yeah, shitty clothes," another of the older boys said.

The oldest boy looked at me carefully.  "I ain't sucking your dick just to
get clothes if that's what you're thinking," he said.

"John, mind your manners, and watch your mouth around the younger
children."  There were about 8 kids in the house that we could see.  3 were
older and the other 5 were between 9 and 12.

"The mall is only about four blocks if everyone wants to walk over there
with us," I offered.  The younger kids were much more animated and excited
than the older boys who acted more suspicious, but you could see that they
were interested.  Mrs. Dalton said they would all go and that the kids were
told to behave while we were out.  As we walked, Blake surrounded himself
with the younger kids who were excited to talk to him, and he kept one eye
out for the older boys and seemed very nervous each time one got too close
to him.  I made sure to stick extremely close, while Colin talked to
Mrs. Dalton and explained how Blake was doing and what he'd been up to.
She seemed like Mrs. Doubtfire in a way, and if it hadn't been for the
older boys, I think Blake might have been okay in that house.  We took our
herd of kids into the mall and stopped each time one of the kids saw
something they liked.  We were in all the good stores like Hollister and
Tommy Hillfiger, and filled up on essentials at places like Old Navy and
The Gap.  Shoes were popular, underwear not so much with the younger guys,
but more so with the older ones.  Colin didn't question what we were doing
as he trusted me.  Slowly the attitude of the older boys changed as they
realized that we were giving them things without conditions or rules.  By
the time we finished, all the kids had several bags full of clothes and
were talking excitedly.  I saw one of the older boys go up to Blake and I
saw him tense up.  I pushed my way toward him in case he needed my help.

"You're not so bad now that you can talk, Blake.  Sorry we gave you such a
hard time.  No hard feelings okay?"

"I guess," Blake said looking at me for guidance.  It looked like he was
doing fine without my help.  The mouthy kid still hadn't said anything and
seemed to be the real bully of the group.  Each time someone picked
something out that he didn't like, he voiced his opinion which caused the
smaller kid to look unhappy and put back his selection.

"Why don't we let them choose what they like and you and I can go pick out
stuff you like," I suggested to him.

"Don't try anything.  I'm big enough to kick the shit out of you," he
warned.

"Nothing to worry about dude.  We're in a public mall.  What do think would
happen?"

"I dunno.  I know all about fags though.  I know that nobody gives you
stuff for free."

"That's true a lot of the time, but all you have to do is say no to
something you don't want to do.  As you said, you're big enough to stand up
for yourself.  You're also big enough to stand up for the younger kids too
when they need your help.  So maybe you have to do that as payment for
people doing nice things for you.  Kind of a pay it forward thing.  If you
grow out of clothes or are finished with something, hand it down to one of
the others."

"Whatever dude.  Don't try to be my buddy to trick me into sex with you.  I
know how fags try to recruit boys."

"That's an interesting take on things, but I can assure you, I don't want
sex with you.  Just let me know what stuff you want and we'll go get it."

"If you really wanted to do something for me, I could use a new phone.  My
old one broke and the foster home won't help me replace it."

"Is that what you need a cell phone.  Is it okay with Mrs. Dalton?"

"Check with her if you want.  I'm allowed to have one, as long as I pay for
it myself.  I can afford the plan I have because I have a part time job.  I
just can't afford a new phone."

"Wait here."  I went to check with Mrs. Dalton and she confirmed what he'd
said so I went back to him and said to follow me.  "What type of plan do
you have?"

"Just a basic one.  I only had a regular phone, not a smart phone or
anything," he said sounding almost civil.

"If you could have any type of phone what would you want?"  I asked.

Probably the iPhone or Blackberry so I could listen to music.  The iPhone
is best as we have iTunes on the computer at the house, but I couldn't
afford that, so anything that I could talk and text on."

I smiled to myself.  "Who is your service provider?"

"Rogers," he replied.  "It's just like 400 minutes and 250 texts a month,
but it's enough for what I use it for."

We headed to the Rogers counter and waited patiently for the sales lady to
finish up with someone.  "Can we see the iPhone 5 and the Blackberry Z10
please?"  She looked at us suspiciously before pulling one of each out.  I
let John take a look at them both.  He was impressed and seemed to favor
the iPhone over the Blackberry.  He handed them both back and then looked
at cheaper phones like a small Samsung.

"So was it the iPhone or Blackberry you like?"  I asked.

"iPhone is the coolest.  I'll get that one day," he said as he leaned on
the counter checking out all the other phones.

"We'll take the iPhone then," I told the lady.  I also picked out a three
year plan which gave him unlimited talk, text, and 3 GB of data.  It was
only $80 a month, which seemed like a good deal for all that.  I handed her
my black Amex and told her to charge the full plan for the three years and
add the phone and some accessories.  I also added a $100 iTunes card to the
bill.  She took his information and he looked at me as if I were kidding.
I signed everything and once the phone was activated, I handed all of it to
him.

"You're paid up for three years.  If you go over on your data plan, you're
on your own, other than that it's all paid for.  Hopefully in three years,
you'll have a job and can pay for whatever plan you want next."

"Uh, thanks.  Why are you doing this when I was such a dick to you and
Blake?"

"Blake had a tough time in the foster home.  You seem like you're handling
it better than he did.  I wanted to say thanks for looking out for the
younger kids and helping them adjust.  They probably look up to you as
their big brother and someone who can protect them from harm.  I believe
good things happen to good people.  I'm sure life in a foster home isn't as
good as a regular home, so why not let someone make it better for you."

"Whatever.  I appreciate the phone though.  That is kinda cool of you.  If
you want to suck my dick sometime, I might be able to do that but no other
fag shit."

"Thanks, but the phone is yours with no strings attached, except to look
after the other kids when they need you.  Let's go back and get you some
clothes for school."

By the time we got back to their foster home, the kids were beyond excited
and thanked us non-stop for what we did.  Even John shook my hand even as
he portrayed that rough exterior.  I had no idea if he would change or not,
but it was worth the attempt.  We got back home and went swimming for a
while before watching a movie and sending Blake to bed.  Since camp, he was
much more independent, so we gave him space before going up to say
goodnight and turning out the light.

Colleen called back the next day and said they had agreed to try Ben at the
Academy as long as we took full responsibility for him as guardians.  We
said we'd stop by and see her tomorrow and meet Ben.  We chose to do it
away from the house so it wouldn't affect Troy or Blake.  We could have Ben
watched closely at the Academy and if he adjusted, we could introduce him
to our house at a later date when we knew for sure Blake would be safe.

 There were only a few days before schools started, not only for Blake, but
for me.  I had gotten all my school clothes and essentials, just like the
kids.  I had new underwear, a new backpack and a full bottle of lube.  I
also picked up a different laptop that I could type fast on.  It was able
to record video and sound so I could tape any of the lectures in case I got
bored or distracted.  Not that I get easily distracted...oh look a
rainbow...where was I?

I was pleasantly surprised the next morning as Kyle climbed into bed and
curled up against me.  I wrapped my arms around him and we fell asleep for
a couple more hours.  When we woke up, he turned to look at me.

"I just realized that we're going to be in school together again," he
smiled.  Kyle had decided to take courses on aviation which included things
like math and geography and meteorology and was going to UBC with me.

"It should be fun," I agreed.  "At least I'll know someone there.  We can
probably meet up for lunches and stuff."

"Yeah, I'll have you all to myself," he grinned.

"Well, me and the other 56,000 students," I laughed as we kissed before I
rolled Kyle onto his stomach and fucked him gently until I'd taken care of
my erection.  Colin turned on his side to look at us.

"That's one for this week," he grinned.  I leaned over and gave him a nice
kiss as my cock remained in Kyle's ass.

"We're not rationing me for sex.  That's just cruel."

Kyle just laughed as we all lay together in bed until Blake bounced in and
jumped in with us.  He wiggled between Colin and me and looked at both of
us rapidly.  "We should all sleep in here all the time."  He smiled "This
is fun."  He looked under the covers and then over at Kyle.

"How come Kyle doesn't have to wear underwear when he comes into your bed.
I thought that was the rule."

"It is for anyone under 16," I grinned.

"So this is just a rule for me then?"

"Pretty much," I said rubbing his head.

"Nuh uh!  Not fair," he said as he squirmed under the covers and his hands
shot above the covers holding his underwear.  "I'm sleeping naked like the
adults, or you all have to put underwear on."

Kyle chuckled and I didn't say anything.  He lay on his back and talked.
"So what should I wear for my first day of school on Monday?  Think we can
go to school in the Lamborghini?  When will I be able to drive myself to
school?  Are we gonna stop and pick Cory up every morning or does he have
to have his Mom take him?  What are you gonna wear to school Dad?  Do I
take my lunch with me, or do I buy it there, or come home or what?"

"Blake, sweetie.  Shut up!"  I giggled as I tickled him.  He shrieked and
started thrashing around.  We finally managed to pin him to the bed and get
him silenced.

"Oh, one last thing.  Guess who else is in my school?"

"I dunno, who?"  I said.

"Guess," he repeated.

"Two vampires, a wolfman and three zombies?"

"What?  No...Casey.  He's in my grade.  Cory is still friends with Ricky
and Bobby, so at least I have someone that I can hang out with at school.
When does Scouts start again?  I want to earn some more badges."

"Blake..."I said looking at him with a smile.

"I know, I know... shut up!"  He giggled.

We had one final weekend before things changed and we got into a different
routine so we wanted to enjoy them.


End of Chapter.  Lots more ahead as Justin and Kyle head off to University.
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