Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 10:24:50 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys part 147

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 147

Alex showed me the text he sent to one of the pledges.  `Go to this
location and remove your pants.  Bend over a log and do what you're told
for two hours.  Take your own lube.'

"Extreme," I smiled.  "I just remembered I have to run out for a couple
hours."

"Have fun," Alex said patting me on the back.  I was pretty sure I would.
I jumped into the Maserati and raced to the location in the woods that Alex
had sent the pledge.  I think I was hard before I got out of the car and
made my way down the trail.  As I got close I found that I wasn't the first
to arrive as the pledge was bent over the log and an old guy was already
fucking him.  I slowed down to not spook him and watched.  He was heavy set
and half bald with grey hair and a week's growth of beard.  I would guess
he was in his mid 50's or older and had his pants down fucking the hell out
of the pledge.  The guy looked like a hairy bear.  A bear fucking in the
woods.  If he shits, we'll have our second answer to the age old question.
I watched as he pushed the pledges shirt up and rubbed his back, slowly
reaching around to tweak his nipples.  I'll bet he'd felt like he'd won the
lottery, as it's not often you find such a treat presenting itself so
readily, and he was making the most of it.  I got closer to get a better
look and must have strayed into his peripheral vision.  I didn't think old
guys could see that well.  He grinned and waved for me to approach.  I went
right up next to them and decided to really give him something to enjoy as
I pulled out my cock.  I think his eyes went twice the size.  A hairy bear
with bug eyes.  It was quite the amusing sight.  You have to be careful
with guys this age, because if you get them too excited they could have a
heart attack, and then you gotta deal with police and paramedics and a ton
of questions, not to mention getting their dicks out of you before that
rigamortis thing sets in.  I went around to the front of the pledge and
aimed my cock at his mouth and let him take it down his throat, as I like
to share what I have with others.  I tried not to look at the older guy
fucking, but he was so hard to ignore and I couldn't help but watch him
bone the hell out of the pledge.  He was so much rougher in appearance than
a twink, but fascinating to watch.  He moved differently and used all parts
of the pledge's body as he fucked him.  He pushed the shirt higher up the
pledge and I figured we should get rid of it.  I took my cock out of his
mouth for a second so I could leave the pledge completely nude.  I put my
cock back in him as it was getting cold out in the air.  It was only a
couple minutes before the old guy grunted loudly, confirming that he was
indeed a bear.  He shook and hammered away several times as he dumped his
load into the pledge.  I got ready to call 911 in case he collapsed from
the excitement.  I didn't even know you could cum at that age, but he
seemed to be at least faking it well if you couldn't.  He stepped back to
let his cock plop out and refastened his pants.  Then he fingered the
pledges ass to push any dripping cum back inside.  He licked his finger
clean afterwards which was strangely kinda hot.  He did it several times,
and I don't know if he was getting off on his own cum or just enjoying
finger fucking the naked twink in front of him.  I was enjoying the blowjob
and I would have to remember this pledge as he knew how to work his tongue
around my cock perfectly with just the right suction.  The old guy came
around and rubbed my ass before yanking my pants the rest of the way to my
ankles.  He reached between my legs and pulled on my balls firmly as he
pushed me deeper into the pledges mouth.  His hands were rough like
sandpaper and he got down behind me and licked my ass.  His tongue was
about as rough as his fingers, and his beard was sending wild sensations up
and down my ass.  He stabbed at my hole as he pulled on my balls, then
switched to pull my cheeks as wide as they would go and buried his face in
there to give me a rimming that I've never felt before.  His rough face
touching every nerve ending I had, and I was pretty sure I was going to
have that premature ejaculation thing happen if he kept it up.  He really
knew what he was doing and I might have to get some pointers from him
before he dies.  I think I understand the whole learning from your elders
thing now, but he wasn't done yet as he wet one of his fingers and began to
use it on my hole.  I think it was magnetic because as his thick finger
entered me, it shot almost immediately to my prostate.  He played with it
like a new found toy and seemed to know exactly how it worked as I jumped
each time he hit the right spot.  The old guy kept pulling his finger out
and adding more spit before going back in.  If he kept that up the pledge
was going to get a solid mouthful of cum very quickly.  I was just getting
into it when the finger was removed and he spit into my ass.  So gross, but
effective.  He stood up and pushed me forward.  My cock popped out of the
pledge as I was pushed down onto his back.  My shirt was pushed up so I was
skin to skin with him.  I guess he thought I was one of the pledges as
well.  I heard him undoing his pants again as he stood up.  I grinned at
his optimism but doubted that he would be able to fuck me since he'd just
done it.  As usual I was wrong and he shoved his hard cock into me.  He
wasn't overly huge, probably average, but thick, and he didn't waste time
getting into me.  Probably needed to do it quickly before the Viagra wore
off.  His rough hands ran up my back and then down my side as he found my
nipples.  That must be his move as he'd done it with the pledge too.  I
jumped as he pulled my nipples and pounded the hell out of me.  At least if
this guy dies of a heart attack, he's gonna die happy.  Two twinks in one
day is one hell of a way to go out, and I could imagine the stories he'd be
telling at the old folks knitting circle when he got back to the home.  How
he was heading through the woods when he found two hot naked twinks to eat.
Like Hansel and Gretel, only with a twist.  I heard a noise just off to the
left and looked over to see another guy standing there with his cock out
stroking it.  He looked like he was 40 or so.  I think I'd stumbled across
horny old guy rush hour in the woods.  He strolled up and without pausing
pushed himself right into the pledge.  A third guy wandered over and began
removing my shoes, pants, underwear and shirt, leaving me as naked as the
pledge.  I wasn't sure how I became part of the senior citizen relief
society but I had to admit it was pretty hot.  Once the guy inside me was
done, he pulled out and got dressed again.  I didn't feel any cum, so he'd
probably left all of it inside the pledge.  Then the guy that had undressed
me got behind me and kicked my legs wider causing me to lie heavier on top
of the pledge beneath me.  He quickly entered my ass and while he wasn't as
thick as the previous guy, he was longer.  He grabbed my hips and slammed
all the way in causing me to give a sound like a squeaky toy.  I almost
didn't recognize it as coming from me.  He fucked me hard and I felt a
rough hand pulling on my cock as he did it.  I had no idea if this was the
first guy again, or someone new.  The guy fucking the pledge had his hand
on the back on my head holding me down so I could watch up close.  We were
both getting it just as hard.  My guy slammed into me as deep as he could
and held on as he shook and grunted.  I'm guessing he came and then pulled
out.  I got a slap on the ass as a thank you.  Even old gay guys in the
woods are polite.  A true Canadian!  I could feel cum dripping out of my
ass from that fuck, and I was just getting ready to stand up, when someone
else entered me.  Damn, old guys are insanely horny.  Who knew?  I thought
young guys were the horny ones, but at this rate, I'll be a senior citizen
before I get out of these woods.  The guy fucking the pledge kept me pinned
down and suddenly pulled his cock out of the boy I was lying on and shoved
it at my face and pressed against my lips.  He pinched my nose, so I had no
choice but to open my mouth as he shoved his big cock down my throat.  Once
he was all the way in, he released my nose.  Ass to mouth after having it
cum soaked, was a very unique taste.  Then he let fly with a massive load
that I almost couldn't swallow fast enough.  I began to cough and spew cum
everywhere as he pulled out.  I was dribbling cum spit down my face and
into the ass crack of the pledge.  The old dude fingered it into the pledge
and then got on his knees to lick my face and bury his tongue into the hole
in front of him.  Damn!  I didn't know if I was repulsed or turned on.
That was seriously kinky and I'd have to remember it.  He alternated
between using a finger and his tongue and was going between the pledges ass
and my mouth.  I think he was trying to get a refund on his cum as he
sucked my face so hard I thought he might vacuum out my stomach and pull my
lips off.  He stood up and slapped his cock against my mouth again and
shoved it in quickly, and then into the pledges ass, then back in my mouth
and back in the ass.  He couldn't make up his mind which he liked better.
I think I'm kinda proud of that.  My mouth was as hot as a twinks ass.
Finally he stopped and dried his cock in my hair.  I got boned a couple
more times, and each time a cock was removed I could feel cum running down
my leg before another cock entered.  When the last guy finished with me, he
pulled me upright and moved me around behind the current guy fucking the
pledge. I was gently pushed to my knees and my head guided to the guy's
ass.  I wasn't used to seeing a hairy one and as he put my face to it, I
really didn't like it.  The old guy pulled the other guy's ass open and
pushed my face into it.  I did what I do best and rimmed him, but it was
like licking a hairy sweater.  Don't old guys know about manscaping?  Maybe
it was before their time, like cell phones and TV.  The good thing is that
I didn't have to be down there for long as the guy blew his load giving the
pledge another load for today.  Between the two of us, we could go dump out
our asses and start a sperm bank to populate a small country.  He pulled
out and I had a chance to see his cock up close for the first time.  It was
pretty impressive and if I didn't look up, the cock could belong to anyone.
I expected it to be all wrinkled with stress lines and crow's feet, etc.,
but it actually looked pretty hot. He pulled his pants up and moved aside.
Looking around quickly I could see at least six guys around us, all of them
much much older than the two of us. I was beginning to think that this is
maybe why the pledge was sent here.  I think older guys don't hesitate as
much as young guys.  They have less time to waste, so they get right to it.
Two guys moved me forward and pushed my face into the pledge and I could
see it wet with cum.  They pushed me in and I carefully tested the hole
with my tongue.  The old man cum tasted way different than twink cum, but
not too bad and these guys certainly knew what they were doing as they
played with both of us.  I felt a set hands go down my back and fingers
slide into my ass.  I think I might have inadvertently moaned as he went in
and found the sweet spot.  How do they know exactly what to touch in there?
It takes me ages to find the prostate or at least the sensitive spot.
These guys seemed to have built in tracking devices.  He inserted a second
finger and pulled me a little higher onto my knees as he worked my ass
while I rimmed the pledge.  Despite this not being what I came for, I was
pretty turned on and my cock was hard, which the two guys noticed and
commented on.  I always like appreciative remarks about my dick and balls.
One of them took hold of it and pulled my head back from the pledges ass.
I must have looked funny with face cum all over me.  He pulled me forward
by my dick, so I quickly followed so that he didn't rip it right off.  I
had to stand up so they could aim it at the pledges hole and I watched as
his ass cheeks were pulled apart.  There was now an unobstructed view for
my cock to enter.  It was like tag team sex.  They were doing all the work
and I just went with it.  As I slowly entered the pledge he groaned
slightly, but it looked like the intention was to get me all the way
inside, as they kept pushing until my balls touched the pledge's ass.  Once
I felt my dick go past his inner ring, I didn't need guidance after that.
I took hold of his hips and let nature take over as I fucked him.  I didn't
let the two old guys know I was an expert at this and could write a how-to
book about it, as they probably got off thinking I was virgin-like.  I
basically am.  Rofl!  If they only knew!  As I got into it, almost
simultaneously they attacked my nipples from both sides.  It was like the
attack of the vampire nipple suckers.  I wonder what our fascination is
with nipples?  Do you think it goes back to the baby thing sucking on Mom's
boobs for milk?  I'd have to Google it when I got back as I like to suck on
boy titties too.  These guys were biting and pulling on my nipples until
they were almost sore.  I hoped they wouldn't be misshapen for the rest of
my life.  Fingers kept poking my ass and reaching for my balls.  The
younger of the old guys came up to kiss me.  He moved so fast that I was
taken by surprise and he had his tongue down my throat before I knew what
he was doing.  I've kissed a lot of guys, but this guy was amazing.  It was
like our faces were made to be connected.  I felt my cock get even harder
inside the pledge as he expertly used my tongue and mouth.  I almost cried
out in disappointment when he stopped.  He pulled back and yanked his shirt
off.  He wasn't a skinny twink, but he had a firm solid chest completely
covered in hair, but the type that looks like it had been trimmed down to
bare minimum.  He pulled my face down to his nipple and held my head tight
against him.  I remembered how they had used my tits and did the same thing
to him.  He held me even more firmly and tweaked his other nipple before
moving me over to do it next.  I was having trouble concentrating on all
this stuff.  I was still fucking, sucking a nipple, being fingered and even
rimmed.  It was like I was in an orgy with a dozen guys and there was only
two of them actively working on me.  God help us if more old guys got
involved, I'll be the one they need to call 911 for.  I reached my limit as
I felt three fingers go into me and his other hand pulling on my balls.  I
cried out and began to shoot my load.  I barely got started before I was
yanked unceremoniously out of the pledges ass as my cock sprayed cum
everywhere.  The older guy moved quickly, like an aging gazelle and slammed
my cock down his throat to catch the rest of my boy juice.  I guess he was
looking for the fountain of youth and figured my protein was it.  The
sensation was intense.  From a hot ass where I was originally blasting, to
a mouth sucking me off in less than a second.  My poor brain wasn't
processing all this fast enough and I think I came a second time.  As I
finished jizzing into the older guy, he sat back and pushed my dick back
inside the pledge, and I was slammed forward and bent over to lie on top of
him again.  I was done so would have happily laid there for another hour.
Someone slapped my ass hard and we were thanked as the two of them took
off.  My cock was still inside the fully naked pledge, and I wasn't really
in a hurry to move.  I began kissing the boy gently between the shoulders
and slowly moved my hips to continue fucking him.  Throughout this whole
thing, he'd never looked up and I was pretty sure he had no idea who had
been using him.  I was just about to pull out and call it a day when
someone else came up and slid into me.  I figured I might as well lie there
and take another fucking.  I was now a Justin sandwich.  This guy wasn't in
a hurry and his cock wasn't that big, so I just lay there cooling down.
The pledge got another couple cocks to suck before the guy in my ass came
and pulled out.  These have got to be the horniest woods in the world.
Next time I need to learn some new tricks, or be boned a dozen times, I'm
coming back to Central Park.  As I lay there relaxing and enjoy the cool
down sex, with my dick still inside the pledge, someone moved out of the
woods and I looked up to see if I was in for another episode of `what old
guys do in the woods', but smiled when I saw Alex approaching with a video
camera in front of him.

"Nice action bro.  That'll make one of the hot videos of the week," he
smiled as he approached.  I stood up slowly, but kept my dick in the pledge
just for the fun of it.  I shook my head.

"You taped the whole thing?"  I asked mischievously.

"Yep, you and the old guys.  Gonna show everyone how much you loved it," he
smirked.

"Shut up.  I'll give you a million dollars for that video."

"Nah, it's worth 10 times that in favours," he said in a lame blackmail
attempt.  Alex pulled a blindfold out of his pocket and wrapped it around
the pledges head to stop him from looking at us.  He pulled out his own
cock and turned the pledges head sideways and pushed it down his throat.  I
reached over and took the camera from Alex and videoed him getting sucked
off.  If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for him.  We talked
about the sex he'd just seen and he teased me about how into it I was.  I
think he needs glasses.  I finally pulled out of the pledge and moved the
camera angle to get closer to Alex being sucked off.  I ran my hand over
his smooth ass and remembered how much I really enjoyed his body, so I
handed him the camera back so he could video his own blowjob as I dropped
to my knees to rim his ass to help him along.  It worked as he blasted a
selection of Alex sperm into the pledge and then wiped his cock on the
guy's lips and told him to lick it off.  We both got dressed and left the
pledge lying there with his blindfold on as we headed into the woods.  When
we were out of earshot, Alex asked if I'd like to see the other tasks he'd
assigned.

"Am I gonna have to go and get fucked by old men at these too?"  I asked
cautiously with a smile.

"Who can predict what will happen with a pledge?" he said.  "We can leave
this one here.  There's a couple of cameras watching him so we can see what
happens later."

"Are you taping all of these?"  I asked.

"Only the pledges over 18.  We'll let them see at the initiation ceremony
before we delete them.  Should make for a good party.  Those under 18 we'll
feature in other tasks that should be just as embarrassing at the
ceremony."

"You're evil, positively evil," I grinned.

"And you love me anyway," he said throwing his arm around me.

"Dream on," I said, but he knew I did.  He was still my Xtreme best friend
and I think he was going to be the best President the `Q' had ever seen.
My whole body was tingling after that sex session.  I think older guys
definitely can teach the younger guys a thing or two.  For a brief moment,
my mind flashed to Blake and how he was always anxious to learn from us.
Now I get it.  We pass our information down from generation to generation,
no matter if it's the history of the world, or sex.  That's how we learn
and move forward. I got home and soaked in the hot tub to regenerate my
butt hole and boil off all the old man smell permeating my pores.

I woke up the next day with a sore ass and throat.  Like a sex hangover.
Colin was taking Blake to school, so that left Kyle and I together in my
car.  We were talking about Christmas and what sort of things we should get
everyone.  It's hard to know what to get people who have everything, but
the kids would be the most fun.  James and the twins still believed in
Santa so we could really build on that and make it special.

"The worst part is that Troy and `Marvin' are leaving right after
Christmas," I said sadly.

"I know, but it's not like he'll be gone forever.  Just a few weeks.  But
you know that all of us will probably leave eventually.  It's just
something to prepare for.  This might be good practice for when Blake moves
out one day."

"God, I'm not look forward to that day.  Are you planning on moving out?"

"No, but that time will come in due course.  I'll meet someone I want to
have a life with, or you and Colin will want to have time on your own and
it'll be the right time to go.  But we'll always be more than friends,
Justin.  We may not be related, but you'll always be my brother."

"And you're mine," I said trying not to think of what our lives would be
like in years to come without each other at home.  I gave Kyle a hug after
we got our coffee and parted for classes.  The professor gave us an
assignment and told us to get a partner to work in it with.  Nate and I
immediately teamed up.  Then we were each given a scenario outlining our
problem that we would work out with our therapist.  The other partner would
try to get to the root of it using our training.  Each session was to be
recorded, and we had two weeks to help our patient.  I was eagerly looking
forward to seeing what our problems were.  I opened mine and read it.

`You are a drug addict that doesn't know he has a problem, but is having
trouble concentrating at work.  You believe your problems are because you
think your boss is incompetent and never gets to the point. You are short
tempered.'

"You got plans tonight?  Wanna get started and get this done early?"  Nate
asked, as he read his scenario and I saw a smile on his face.  I wondered
what evil problem he had been given that I was going to have to extract
from him.  I've seen every episode of `24' and know how to get information
out of someone.  I could just yell loudly and repeatedly until he breaks,
inject him with tons of chemicals until he almost goes into a coma, shoot
him in the knees caps, or threatened to kill his entire family.  One way or
another he was going to tell me what the problem was or else!

"No, I'm free tonight.  We can hang for sure."  At lunch I told Kyle my
plans and to take the car.  I'd catch a cab.  Cameron the tank was with us
and the way he was shoveling food into his face, it was like it was
disappearing into a black hole.  I almost had to hold my own plate down so
it wouldn't get sucked in as well.  I was kind of fascinated by him as he
was so barbaric.  Like an early Neanderthal man.  So basically, a full on
straight boy jock.  His shirt had a hole in it, and looked two sizes too
small for him.  He was unshaven and talked like he had been raised in a
cave.  He wasn't unpleasant or anything, just seemed slightly less cultured
than most guys I knew.  I mean his shoes didn't match anything he was
wearing and it looked as if he was unfamiliar with a comb.  He had that
rugged outdoorsman look to him.  Cameron might be a fun guy to study.  I
could put cheese in a maze and see if he was smart enough to find it.  Then
if he did, we'd see if he was smart enough to know that he should have a
glass of wine with it.  We'd have to work on the whole makeover thing.  I
think straight boys like him are groomed with a weed whacker and hedge
clippers, and the more I thought about it, the more I was getting excited
about making him my project.  I wasn't looking forward to seeing him naked
at all as he was way too hairy for me.  It would be like having sex with a
gorilla.  A basically friendly gorilla though.

Nate and I met after class and headed to his place, and like usual we got
naked almost immediately and had a beer.  I was so used to seeing Nate
without clothes that I almost didn't notice anymore.  We decided that I
would go first as the therapist and he would be the patient, so I set my
phone to voice record the session.  We'd have videoed it if we thought the
professor would give us extra points for being nude.  Nate lay on the couch
and I sat on a chair next to him.

"Sho, you zink u have a problem, young man?  Vat makes you tink you are
crazy?"  I said in my best foreign accent.  Nate broke out laughing.

"Dude, you gotta do it seriously or we're never going to get through this."

"Okay, I'll start over."  I stopped the recording and began again.
"Welcome.  I'm Dr. Kevorkian.  One way or another we'll solve your problem,
or die trying.  I think your first issue young man, is that you've
forgotten to bring your clothes."

"Okay, how about if I go first?"  Nate said as he sat up grinning and we
changed places.  He put his phone up to record.  I guess he didn't like my
session at all, but it worked.  Whatever he had that was troubling him
seems to have been forgotten quickly as he was now cured.  I'm a miracle
worker!

"Please make yourself comfortable," he said professionally.  I went to
reach over for his dick.  "Just relax on the couch."  He added moving back
slightly with a smile and pointing a finger at me.

"We'll record your session today as I don't like to distract from our talks
by talking notes, if that's okay."

"Sure.  But no one else can hear them right?"

"Right.  Anything you say here is protected by doctor / patient
confidentiality, although you have to know in advance that if you commit to
a crime or I believe you to be a serious danger to yourself or others, I
have to report it."

"Like if I said I was going to go on a killing rampage with an M-16?"

"Yeah, something like that," he grinned.  "So what brings you to see me
today?"

"Uh, nothing.  I should probably go.  Can I have my M-16 back?  I left it
in your hall closet...just kidding."  I decided to get on with it for real.
"I dunno doc.  I'm having trouble at work.  My boss is a total douche.  He
takes forever to get to the point and I always giving me different
directions.  Obviously he got his job because he blew the owner, not
because he knows anything.  He's a constant asshole towards me and it's so
stressful I usually go home and have to smoke a joint and drink just to
calm down."

"What sort of things does your boss do that upsets you?"

I curled my palm and put it up to my mouth to simulate a blowjob.  Nate
smiled and put his finger to his lips to tell me to shut up.  I put my
fingers into a `V' shape and stuck my tongue through them and smiled before
speaking again.  "I dunno, he says one thing and then when he comes to
check on me he's completely changed his mind and says that's not what he
said and gives me different directions.  Some days I want to take him out
to the wood chipper."

"Do you feel the need to get violent with him?"

"No!  Well sometimes.  I mean I figure if you slammed his head against a
table a few times it might shake his shit back into place so he wouldn't be
such an asshole.  Does that count as being a danger to someone else?"

"That depends. Do you work someplace that actually has a wood chipper?" he
said acting concerned but with a slight smirk.

"No. I work at Walmart.  Aren't you shrinks supposed to be like part
psychic or something?"

"No, and we can't read minds either," Nate grinned wider.  "You can feel
comfortable to say what you want.  Most people may think of things they'd
like to do like that, but very rarely act on them.  It's good to get it off
your chest. Do you think your boss picks on just you, or does he does this
to everyone?"

"Just me.  Everyone else really likes him.  Says he's the best boss they've
ever worked for.  They're just as dumb as he is.  I guess if you hire
people less intelligent than you, you look like a genius to them.  I'm
smart, I know more than he does, so he's jealous of me."

"You think that's why?  That he's jealous of you?"

"Maybe.  Maybe it's because he's scared I'll do my job so well that I'll
show him up and end up as his boss."

"If he's scared of that, why wouldn't he just fire you?"

"`cause he knows I'd sue his ass off for wrongful dismissal.  Everyone
knows, I'm the best worker there."

"Let's talk about you then.  What do you do after work?"

"The usual.  Hang out with friends, drink, smoke a bit of pot.  Maybe do
some `shrooms.  You know, get totally shitfaced to forget the day."

"Do you do this everyday?"

"Pretty much.  Days off I party with friends and hit the clubs, stuff like
that?"

"What hobbies do you have?"

"I dunno.  Picking up chicks is a pretty major hobby.  We see who can get
the hottest girls who'll put out for all of us."

"Anything else?"

"Play pool.  Usually take some douchebag for a load of cash as I'm pretty
good. You get lots of those University posers who think they're all hot
shit, and can't turn down a challenge.  Usually they're lucky to go home
with the shirts on their backs. Although one asswipe ended up losing that
too when he wouldn't pay up.  Took him out back taught him about honoring a
bet.  Beat the shit out of him and left him to walk home naked."

"Do you like to solve problems with your fists?"

"When it calls for it.  You gotta stand up for yourself man or people will
walk all over you.  Teach them you can't be fucked with."

"So do you ever treat your boss like that?"

"Nah, he's a total wimp.  He'd probably just piss himself.  That's a guy
who'll never be more than a low level manager working for minimum wage.
Why waste my time?"

"So what do you do when he upsets you?"

"If he really gets me raging, I go out back punch a few boxes, smoke a
joint and calm down."

"Does that happen often?"

"No, not really. Maybe two or three times a shift.  Nothing I can't handle.
He's so fucking uptight though.  I was banging this chick out behind the
dumpster and he came out and caught us.  Got all up in our shit and gave me
a written warning.  I mean what the fuck man, I was on a break and she was
smokin' hot.  I had blue balls and my `E' had totally kicked in so I was
having the ride of my life.  It's a good thing I was stoned, or he'd have
been in that dumpster for interrupting us.  Didn't even get to finish as
she freaked out and took off. Dude, I was left there with a raging boner.
If he came out again, I'd probably have shut him up by fucking his face.
That's what I'm talking about doc. He's a tight ass fucking prick.
Probably the only way I'm getting that chick again is if I give her some
GHB."  I looked at Nate and smiled.  "Oh, wait.  Don't worry doc, I
wouldn't really roofie her.  It's just a saying."

"Do you use a lot of drugs to help you get through the day?"

"Nah, no more than most people.  Maybe smoke a couple joints in the
morning, another one after lunch or something.  Then if I'm going out, I
like to take an `E' or some shrooms.  But nothing I can't handle."

"What about drinking?  Do you do it often?"

"Not really.  Maybe half a dozen beers a night.  On the weekends, we might
down some whiskey too, but that's what you do at the club right?"

"You mentioned earlier that you beat a guy up for going back on a bet.  Do
you find yourself getting in a lot of fights?"

"Nope. Last week, I was only in one fight, but the guy totally deserved it.
I was talking to a girl and he totally weaseled his was in and took her
from me.  It wasn't even really a fight.  Two punches and the guys was
crumbled on the floor like a little girl.  He deserved more but the girl
took off and I had to go after her."

"How'd that work out?"

"It didn't," I smiled.  "She was a lesbian.  Found her outside with her
friends.  As soon as she saw me, she gave me one hell of a show though.
Her kissing that other chick got me so horny I would have whacked it right
there, except the cops were around.  Ended up she left and I had to go back
inside to find another one."

"And did you?"

"No.  Chicks can be such cunts sometimes.  They lead you on, have you buy
them drinks and shit and then as soon as you suggest a quick fuck in the
stairwell or something, they turn into uptight virgins.  Thank god for my
friends.  We do a couple lines of blow and then just go and find something
else to do.  Why waste my time on skank?"

Nate was trying hard not to break out laughing.  I think I was probably
turning him on with all my chick talk, although it was certainly not having
any effect on me.  I should probably pop a couple of `E' myself.  "And this
is something you do every night?"

"Mostly, but I do other things as well.  My buddies and I hang and go do
shit.  It's fun to go downtown and scare the shit out of the queers.  If
you just get all up in their face and just lunge towards them, they almost
piss themselves.  Totally hilarious.  Wouldn't hit them or anything.  It's
not like hitting a dude. Guys just fight and it's over.  Queers would call
the cops and we'd be up on some bullshit hate crime charge."

"Sounds like you like to fight?"

"Not always.  Just a good way to end an argument.  Winner takes all kinda
thing.  Dude, three weekends ago it was epic.  We were so fucked up and it
was late, like after the bar closed. We went down to English Bay and ended
up getting in this awesome rager.  Had to be ten of us beating the shit out
of each other.  I came home looking like I'd been in a cage match.  I get
to work the next day, and that prick boss of mine sent me home as he said I
couldn't work looking like that.  I have bills to pay. If he had any
brains, he would have put me in the stock room or something.  No one works
harder than me.  I had to get my buddies girl to put makeup on me to hide
the bruises.  I go back to work the next day, and what does he do?  Sticks
me in the stockroom anyway.  Says he couldn't have me out on the floor with
all that make-up on.  See what I mean?  Total douche.  Why not let me stay
in the stockroom the day before without make-up."

"Have you ever thought that maybe he's just looking out for you?"

"Yeah, right?  How, by being a psychopath?"

"What if he'd let you on the floor, and a customer had seen you and
complained.  Wouldn't he have had to do something?"

"Dunno.  Probably."

"And by keeping you in the stock room the next day, did he avoid letting
you be seen, possibly by people you know, while you were wearing make-up to
hide the bruises?"

"Okay, sure.  But I wouldn't have been wearing make-up if he hadn't sent me
home the day before.  I could have stayed in the back just as easily as the
next day."

"And would all your co-workers have been comfortable with you looking like
Rocky?"

"The guys would, for sure.  I dunno about the chicks.  Hard to figure them
out sometimes.  They say they like scars, but I dunno if that also means
bruises."

"So what if you hadn't been fighting and gotten those scars, would any of
this be an issue?"

"Not that day, but other days he's just as fucked up.  I come to work and
get assigned a section. I figure, take the whole pallet out and get shit
done fast and efficient.  He says that I have to take it out a few boxes at
a time in a cart.  So I do.  Totally fucking time waster, but whatever,
makes my day last longer.  But then he comes out and says I have to work
faster.  What the fuck is that?  I tried to work faster by taking out a
pallet.  The guys bi-polar I'm telling you.  Then they say to help
customers, but as soon as you do, he's up in your shit telling you to get
back to work.  Which is it?  Talk to the customers or stock shelves.  He's
so fucked up.  No wonder I have to smoke so many joints while I'm there.
It's the only way I can handle his fucked up management style."

"Where the customers you were talking to looking for something specific
that took more time than usual?"

"Nah, they were just hot chicks in these super short shorts.  They were
totally into me and we were just talking and being friendly."

"Would that be the type of help you think the store means when they say
help customers?"

"Sure, why not.  Look at me Doc.  Girls would see how hot I am and would
come back again, and when they're there they spend money.  If I get them
out of their panties later on, even better.  A win win for both the store
and me."

"Do you think it's right to be picking up customers in the store?"

"I don't pick them up in the store," I said feigning a laugh.  "I take them
out to the car and let them blow me, or just play with their boobs and
finger their pussies.  If they don't have time for that, I give `em my
number so we can bang later."

"Maybe that's not the type of customer service they were thinking of when
they suggest you help people.  Is it again possible that your boss is just
looking out for you?"

"If being a cockblocker is helping, then sure.  My buddies say he's
probably a fag and just wants to get with me?"

"And what do you think?"

"I think I could find out.  Hit on him, tape it and get him fired for
trying to hit on me.  Problem solved."

"But you hit on others, and you haven't been fired.  Wouldn't that say he's
trying to help you rather than hurt you?"

"Doc, I know you're the expert and stuff, but come on.  If he's a homo,
then he's only keeping me around to try and get into my pants.  It's not
like he'd be the first one to try.  One guy grabbed my junk in the bar.  He
went home with a broken nose.  The only reason I probably didn't kill him
is that I was pretty mellowed out that night.  He's lucky I was in such a
good mood.  I'll bet if I strip and let my boss see what I'm packin' he'd
never leave me alone."

"Or he could just be trying to steer you away from trouble."

"Nah, I'll prove it.  I'll tape him sucking on my knob and bring it to show
you next week.  That'll show you I'm right about this.  I thought he was
just an asshole, but I think you're onto something doc.  He's a fag gagging
for my cock.  That's what this whole thing is about.  Thanks. This shrink
shit really works huh?"

"I think we have a little further to go.  Tell you what.  Give me a few
more weeks with you.  Don't go and do anything at work that might get you
fired.  What do you do other than smoke marijuana to unwind?"

"Screw some chick, maybe?"

"Have you tried running or boxing, or hitting the gym to burn off any
excess energy?"

"Nah.  That shit's not for me.  I'm too busy, man."

"You do know that if you're looking for physically fit girls that you could
show off too, the gym is a great place.  They are probably checking out all
the guys too.  Why not try working out some of your built up energy at the
gym and if you see a girl you like, talk to her about the workout routine,
without drugs or alcohol, or without expecting sex right there.  Let her
see the real you."

"So like show her how built I am. Check her out while she's all sweaty and
wet?  Like a wet t-shirt contest.  That's fucking brilliant.  Never thought
of that.  I'll think about it.  Fuck yeah.  Hot fit chicks with tight
fitting spandex.  Nice.  I'll do that.  Thanks Doc."

"Okay, but promise me, you'll not do anything to jeopardize your job.  Best
if you keep things the way they are and each time you think your boss is
being unfair.  Ask yourself why he's doing it?  Is he just trying to keep
you out of trouble and employed?"

"Or trying to get into my pants?  Got it.  I'll try and find out and get
back to you.  Guess I should go now and find a gym."

"Just one thing.  I don't recommend going stoned.  That equipment can be
tricky and the steam rooms and saunas can be deadly if you're high.  Try it
without and see how it goes."

"Okay.  You're the doc, doc."

I sat up and Nate clicked off the recorder.  "I'm thinking you're a sex
addict, which really isn't too far from the real you, except for whole
violence thing and it being with girls," he smiled trying to diagnose me.

"Guess you'll just have to wait for the next session to find out what's
wrong with me.  Wanna switch and do you now?"

"Sure for a bit, if you're gonna be serious."

"As serious as a felony!"  I grinned as we swapped seats and I hit my
record button.

"Welcome!  I'm Dr. Yustin VanSlamminhiman of the Austrian VanSlamminhimans,
but you can call me Justin if it's easier.  What brings you to see me today
young man?"

I think Nate was trying to figure out if I was now serious or continuing to
be a smartass as he looked me up and down.  Maybe he was just checking out
my body.  Fucking fag.  I'll take him out to the alley and teach him a
lesson.  Oh wait, I'm not that guy anymore, I'm back to me.  This
roleplaying is really gonna fuck with my head."

"I'm just kinda depressed right now.  I'm pretty sure no-one likes me and I
don't have any friends or anything, so it's kinda been a bit lonely."

"What do you do for a living?"  I asked getting into it.

"I'm a crane operator," he replied.

"One of those tall ones like on a skyscraper?"

"Yeah.  Sometimes.  Other times, smaller ones, but I'm good at it so I
enjoy it."

"What do you do after work?"

"I like to unwind.  Have a beer, watch some movies, maybe read a book."

"Do you go out with people from work at all?"

"No.  They're not really people I'd enjoy hanging out with.  I'm not really
that into the things they do.  I like my quiet time."

"Do you live alone?"

"No," he laughed.  "I have a dog named Boulder."

"Anyone else at home?"

"Nope.  Just the two of us."

"Any girlfriend?"

"No.  I'm not really good looking enough to attract girls."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?"

"No.  And before you ask...yes, I'm still a virgin, and not by choice."

"Do you belong to clubs?"

"Sure, of course.  Netflix, Home Shopping Network, and Online World Poker,"
he smiled.

"Anything outside the house with other people?"

"No, not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't enjoy it.  I always end up being by myself in a corner, getting
drunk and then it becomes even more depressing so I come home miserable.
No one ever talks to me or anything."

"Do you talk to them?"

He snorted. "No!  I wouldn't even know how.  Plus I'd feel even worse if
they rejected me."

"So you feel bad because no-one will talk to you, but you won't talk to
them because you feel you'll be rejected and end up being alone?  Doesn't
that put you right back where you started?"

"No, because then they'll tell their friends what a loser I am and everyone
will look at me and think I'm pathetic."

"You really believe that if they weren't interested in you in the first
place that they'd spend so much time obsessing over you.  Wouldn't that
mean they were actually interested in you, even if it was in a negative
way?"

"Wow, this is way harder than I thought.  I figured you'd just give me a
pill and send me off to happy land so I could feel better."

"That's not the way it works.  If you're clinically depressed we can
prescribe anti-depressants, but it wouldn't help you get out and meet
people.  You just need to like yourself first."

"I like myself fine.  It's everyone else that doesn't like me."

"I think you're selling yourself short and not giving people the
opportunity to get to know you."

"You're not me. I've never been hit on, or had people tell me I'm good
looking, or even had anyone approach me.  It's pretty obvious that I'm not
good enough and that I'll be alone."

"I'd agree with you when you say it like that.  If you hide away, then
you'll definitely be alone.  If you give off the negative persona, or look
unapproachable no one will try to know you."

"It's just easier this way.  I can't get hurt."

"Really?  Seems like you might be hurting yourself.  Can I give you
something to try?"

"Like what?"

"Just something to humor me.  See if we can get to the root of your
problem.  How about, once a week you go to a place you enjoy and instead of
sitting in a corner.  Say hello to just one person that interests you.
Nothing more than introducing yourself without expectations."

"I dunno if I could do that."

"Okay, put the shoe on the other foot.  What would you do if someone came
up to you and introduced themselves?"

"I'd probably say hi and introduce myself back," he replied.

"Would you say something negative to them id that's all they did?"

"No, of course not."

"Then why do you think someone would do that back to you?  Maybe they'd
strike up a conversation, even if just for a short while."

"I guess.  But what if I got along with them and then they decided they
didn't want to hang out with me or anything further?"

"So?  You'd have had a nice conversation and meet someone new."

"Yeah, then I get rejected and go home alone feeling like shit."

"Okay, let's take a smaller step.  You want to meet girls.  Start by
introducing yourself to a guy.  Maybe at the bar, or play pool with
someone.  No pressure to worry about, just meet someone."

"I guess I could do that.  I know how to play pool, so that might be easy,"
he said smiling.

"Alright.  Let's begin there and next week you can report on how you did."

He agreed and we made small talk about his life and other things until his
`hour was up' and I stopped the recording.

"Dude you killed it!  I almost want to go to the bar and try that," Nate
said excitedly.

"Yeah, I somehow doubt you have trouble meeting girls.  Just take off your
shirt offer to buy a few drinks and you'll have a set of panties to add to
your collection."

"If it were only that easy.  Maybe I'll take you along as my wingman.  You
can get any guys out of the way, and I'll go in and talk to the girls.  We
both win," he laughed.  We grabbed a more beers and played a few video
games as we hung out.  By the time I thought about going home it was late
and I was feeling more than a little buzzed.  "Why don't you just crash
here tonight?"

"You wouldn't mind?" I asked.

"No, of course not.  Anytime you want man, but the couch is really
uncomfortable, so if you're okay sleeping in the same bed, I'm cool with
it."

I looked at him sideways.  "You know it's still me you're talking to right?
Not your chick obsessed patient.  I think I'd be fine sleeping in your bed.
The question should be if you're comfortable sleeping with me."

"I think I can handle it," he grinned.

"Cool."  I picked up the phone and called Colin.  "Hey honey.  Nate and I
are just working on our psych assignment and I was thinking of spending the
night here."

"Sure, thanks for letting me know so I wouldn't worry.  Should I warn him
to tape his ass shut tonight?" He teased lovingly.

"Then what would be the point of staying over?"  I laughed.  "We've had a
few drinks and been psychoanalyzing each other for class.  We're kind of
exhausted so we'll probably crash hard.  I'll promise to save all my good
stuff for you tomorrow."

"Have fun anyway," he said giving me a kiss through the phone.  That's what
I love about our relationship. Colin wasn't jealous and totally trusted me.
Plus if I did do anything with Nate, I'd tell him anyway and may even show
him what I did as a play by play.  Nate and I got ready for bed, which
really amounted to a piss, a quick shower and brushing teeth. Since I
didn't have a toothbrush with me I just did my best with a finger and
toothpaste and mouthwash.  I'll have to remember to take stuff with me from
now on.  This list of shit I had to remember to pack everyday was getting
bigger than what homeless people carry with them.  No wonder they need
shopping carts.  I should get one and they only cost a loonie at Safeway!
There was usually stuff in my car, but since Kyle had that, I couldn't go
out and get it.

"What side of the bed do you like?"  I asked as we finished up in the
bathroom and dragged our tired asses back to the main room.  This picking
each other's brains was harder than four hours of full on sex.

"I usually use the whole bed, so I don't really have a favorite side.  I
guess I could been on the right, if you're okay on the wall side."

"I'm fine with that as long as you don't crush me," I warned.

"Oh, you'd love it.  A naked straight boy all over you.  Something tells me
it's a gay guy's fantasy," he smirked.

"Yeah, if it was a HOT straight guy," I joked.

"Bitch," he said as we climbed into bed.  I think we were both a little
buzzed from the beer, and this was the first time I'd really slept away
from Colin in a while.  Usually if I slept in another bed, it was somewhere
in my own house, rarely, if ever, at someone else's house.  I could feel
the warmth of Nate's body in the queen size bed as it sure was a lot
smaller than our king beds at home.  I `accidentally' moved my foot against
his and felt the hair on his leg.  He didn't move away which I thought he
might just on instinct.  He turned out the light and we lay on our sides
facing each other.

"This psych stuff was tough.  God, it makes me realize if we fuck it up
with a real problem we could really screw someone up, or if we get it right
we could totally change their lives, but I can see this being an
interesting career once we graduate."

"I've never really understood people who go and do this stuff, but now that
I'm learning about it, I can see how people might be helped by it for sure.
Personally I figure just have sex, pump out a couple of loads, get a good
night's sleep and all is better in the morning."

"Is that going to be your professional advice for all your patients?"  He
laughed.

"Nah, of course not.  Just the guys.  I'll even offer `hands on' services
for the really cute ones.  For the girls, I'll just tell them they need to
let their boyfriends relieve their stress and spend more time naked as that
always makes you feel better," I joked.

Nate laughed.  "And then you climb into bed with the guys afterward and
spend the night?  Like tonight?"

"Of course doc.  But just remember, you invited me to stay over.  I didn't
invite myself.  I suppose I have to pay for my session now?"  I said as I
reached slowly for his dick and took hold.  He didn't flinch as I suspect
he was expecting it at some point.

"You know I'm still straight right?  I think having sex with a guy just
confuses me."

"How does it confuse you?" I asked looking right at him with my hand still
around his soft dick.

"Well, you are told that guys shouldn't be with other guys and should be
with girls, and then you end up doing something with a guy and kinda like
it and your dick gets hard, but you know deep down that you prefer girls
and would pick one over a guy anytime.  It's really a mind fuck.  I know
I'm straight, but I don't mind doing stuff like this."

"You're just a guy.  We're way hornier than girls and if you just think of
it as two guys helping each other out, then who cares?  It's not like you'd
marry a guy or want to settle down with him.  It's just a way to get off.
I tell lots of guys that; straight, bi, or ones that are still exploring
who they are.  Honestly two guys jerking off together is more normal than
you think.  But if you like it and you know who you really are, then it
shouldn't be confusing. You're obviously not confused.  Just a normal horny
dude with a gay friend."

"For sure, and I'm thinking a gay friend can be a good thing when girls
aren't handy."  His dick wasn't getting hard, but then I wasn't stroking
him or even holding it firmly.

"Well, one thing you know about me is if you need taking care of, I'm
always ready.  I like having straight friends and especially open minded
ones.  Speaking of which, you wanna fuck me so you can get to sleep?" I
asked joking slightly as I finally let go of his dick to not add extra
weirdness to it for him.

"I'm good for now, but I'll probably need a blowjob in the morning as I
always wake up so horny that I either beat off or have a cold shower."

"Just say the word and I'll get to work."  The two of us talked for a
little while longer about school, activities and things we should go do
together as friends.  We were just two buddies sleeping in the same bed,
slightly drunk and of course, naked.  It was kind of nice.  In the morning
I was a good gay guy and didn't bring up the fact that we both had boners,
although I did try to whack it on the head as we headed for the bathroom to
piss them away.  We even played swords, kinda like real straight boys might
do...I think.  We took separate showers but got getting ready together in
the bathroom.  Hanging with Nate was actually kinda cool.  No expensive
stuff around.  No walk-in closets full of clothes.  Just the basics and he
was always reasonable happy and the fact he was comfortable being naked,
made it that much more fun.  I wore the same underwear and socks as
yesterday, and hoped no one would notice, but I did borrow a pair of jeans
and a shirt from him.  Add change of clothes to the things I should always
carry.  I felt like a straight boy jock dressed in his clothes and I was
really having fun with it.  If I went a whole week without shaving, no one
might even notice, I grew so little facial hair, but without my razor, I
couldn't even do my balls and pubes.  I thought of asking Nate if I could
use his, but since he used it on his face, he might not have thought that
was cool, so I went caveman for the day.  It really started to feel like I
was lost in another world when we ran for the bus so we wouldn't be late.
I could have called for a car, but Nate insisted by the time it got here,
we'd be at UBC already.  He had a pass, but I had to find `exact' change,
which I didn't have, so I put a $5 bill in the reader.  They're not
kidding, you needed exact change `cause the thing just took my money
without giving the difference back and a one zone ticket was only $2.75.  I
think when that happens, the bus driver should have snacks to give you as a
rebate or something.  What else is there to do on a bus?  They could make a
fortune.  We went and sat together and I forgot how slow buses were.  They
stop every block to let people on and off.  I'm surprised anyone gets
anywhere.  The good part was that I didn't have to concentrate on the road,
and got to talk to Nate and look out the window at all the things going by.
It's amazing the different view you get from up high in the bus, and the
fact you don't have to watch for crazy drivers on the road makes it pretty
relaxing.  I think I should get a bus and driver to take us places instead
of a limo.  Only my bus would have comfier seats and wouldn't stop every
block.  If our family gets much bigger, we might need a bus like that
anyway.  I could get one like I saw on an old TV show.  `The Flamingo
Family' or something like that.  No, maybe they were Partridges.  I
wondered if they had a pear tree, as well as a multicolored bus?  Hmmm...

We finally arrived and were pushed and shoved off like cattle with the rest
of the University students.  We entered the food fair to join the gang, and
there were a few new people that I didn't recognize, so I thought I'd try
keeping my whole straight thing going, since I pretty much looked like a
jock boy anyway.  Kyle was the first to look at me and frown.  "Damn dude,
what's with you?  You not get sleep last night or something?"

"No, I crashed at Nate's last night after we had a few drinks.  Tried to
get some of our psych homework done.  Hadn't planned on sleeping out, so
didn't take what I needed."

"Have I taught you nothing, dude?  Come to the bathroom with me, I'll
help."  Kyle said jumping into action and taking me by the hand.  I grinned
as he led me away like a small child.  In the bathroom, he pushed me into
the handicap stall, dropped his backpack on the ground and unzipped it.
"Pants off," he said quickly.

"You know if you wanted sex before class, you just had to ask.  I'd hardly
say no," I smiled as I unfastened my pants and took them off.  Kyle pulled
a clean pair of underwear out of his bag and dropped to his knees in front
of me and yanked my shorts down and removed them.  He took my cock in his
hand and because I hadn't taken care of it, it quickly inflated, going
right down his throat.  He worked it with his expertise and then slammed
his wet finger into my ass from between my legs.  That's all it took to
send my into a full climax and blast a full load that he swallowed, or more
like gulped down.  I'm like a 7-Eleven with my Big Gulp for an appreciative
customer.  He wiped his mouth, and then my cock with toilet paper before
having me step into the clean underwear, and then pulled them up and tucked
me away.  I got into Nate's borrowed jeans and Kyle handed me a pair of
socks to change into as well.

"That should hold you for the day.  Nothing worse than two day old
underwear and socks," he said standing up and leaning in to kiss me.  I put
the palm of my hand against his forehead.

"Sorry dude, I'm straight.  Not really into kissing other dudes," I
grinned.

"Shut up!" he said and pushed against my lips.  I broke my straight boy
persona and gave him some tongue. Damn it!  I can't even be a straight boy
for an hour.  I think I'm gonna work on that.  We left the stall and almost
bumped into a guy heading for the urinal.  He looked shocked to see two
guys coming out of the cubicle together.  Kyle shrugged and said, "Well
worth it.  He's hung like a horse."  I elbowed him as we went to wash our
hands.

"Thanks for the loan of your socks and underwear.  Feels much better.
How'd you know?"

"Been there.  Done that.  Now I always carry overnight supplies," Kyle
smiled.  Funny how he learned that and I'd forgotten.  Maybe I was getting
old.  I got home after class and I almost checked the address on the front
gate.  The whole yard and been done up for Christmas and we had new LED
lights on the lawn and on every tree and shrub.  The lights were flashing
in such a manner that it looked like the whole yard was a giant ocean with
the tide coming in.  Never seen anything like it.  The entire house was
again lit up in white lights with trees at every window.  I love Christmas
for the decorations, and all the food.  Next door on the construction site,
I was surprised to see the first floor framing was already up and wanted to
go look over the fence at how they were doing with the giant hole, but
wasn't sure I could navigate the field of lights.  I went into the house
and it was almost as decorated as the outside.  We were certainly looking
like Christmas now.

Blake came running up to greet me.  "You like the house Dad?  I did it all
by myself," he grinned.

"You did huh?  So you're having delusions of grandeur, maybe some brain
damage?"

He giggled.  "They did it all day yesterday and today.  Have you seen the
giant hole next door?  Do you think that's how deep our pool will be?"  He
took me to the window in the great room so we could have a look. While the
house was taking shape nicely, he wasn't kidding about the giant hole.  It
looked like they might be digging a tunnel through to China.  Jason came up
behind me and put his hands on my shoulder.

"Colin said that it's the start of your underground garage.  Something
about it being easier to do if from our property and go under this house
instead of tearing up your whole yard to build it.  He said they'll just
tunnel it out and build from our side."

"That makes sense, but that is one seriously massive hole," I said looking
at it.  If they went much further we could probably just tunnel out to the
ocean and have our own walk to the beach.  OMG! That's a great idea.  We
could put in an elevator from the house all the way down to the beach level
and then we wouldn't have to climb that steep hill every time.  I'd suggest
it to Colin.

"You should see how excited the kids are with all the Christmas
decorations," Jason smiled as I turned to talk to him.  "James mentioned
that they never did much at Christmas as their Mom couldn't afford it and
only got one present each that Santa left them."

That made me feel a little sad, but I knew that it would be extreme around
here.  "It's still fun that they're into the Santa phase.  This might be
the best Christmas ever."

"Alex and I were talking and we think we should go easy on gifts this year.
If we overwhelm the boys with too many things it could set it up to be a
problem later on.  Plus we don't want it to look like we're trying to buy
James' affection.  We were thinking that if they just got one present each
from each family, instead of one present from each person.  So like Alex
and I would get three presents for the boys, you, Colin and Blake would get
one present each for them and J.P. & Ryan, etc.  That way they don't get a
hundred presents."

"But I still get a hundred right?"  Blake smiled.

"You have to be on the nice list to get any presents, so you may just end
up with lumps of coal," I said putting my arm on his shoulder and pulling
him against me.  He wrapped his arm around my waist and looked up.

"I'm sweet and adorable and totally the best kid ever Dad," he said trying
to sound all innocent.

"You're such a little suck up," I grinned.

"Yeah, but I'm a smart suck up," he said as he broke away and ran toward
the kitchen.

"He's definitely that," I said to Jason.  Blake ran back and handed me a
piece of paper.

"Here is my report card Dad."

"Let's go take a look and see how you did."  I used to hate getting a
report card when I was a kid.  It's like the ultimate kid stress test.  I
sat on the couch and looked at it as Blake sat right next to me.  I
remember when I gave my parents my report card, I got as far away from
them, and it, as possible.  I always got ready to say that my teachers must
have got me mixed up with Jason when there were bad comments, and took all
the credit for the good ones.  It's nice to be a twin for occasions like
that.  I read the grades and Blake got mainly B's and one C in math.

"That's a great report card buddy.  You look like you might need a little
help in math though.  We should get you a tutor."

"I have a tutor," he said looking at me with a slight smile.

"You do?"

"Yeah, I'm sitting on it!" he said as he leaned sideways and let a loud
fart rip through his jeans, and then giggled hysterically.  "Fee fi fo fum,
stick your finger in my bum.  Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle," he chanted
as got up and wiggled. "I'm sexy and I know it!"

I was about to say something, but then the smell hit me.  "God Blake, what
the hell have you been eating?  It smells like a dead Zombie fart."

"I know right?  That's how I keep my enemies away.  It's like my superhero
force field."

"Well it's working.  We should Febreeze your ass and tape it shut.  Let's
get out of here until the hazmat team clears the room," I said as I got off
the couch and headed to the kitchen.  Blake ran off to play with the twins
before bedtime.  Maybe he was going to gas them.  I'm pretty sure chemical
warfare isn't in the normal kid playbook though.

The next day at University, I got a text from Cole while in a lecture and
smiled as I read it.  `U on campus today?  Will be around at noon if u r
free.'  I texted back `Yeah, come to food fair in Student Union.'  We
arrived at the food court and I saw Cole close-by and waved him over.  I
wondered if he was going to be taking classes for his sports therapy.  He
was good at massages and I think he had a knack for it.  I know I loved
them as I was always relaxed and ended up walking away happy.  I introduced
him to everyone.

"I love the hair and eyebrow piercing," Kent said.  "Are you an emo?"

"Not anymore.  It's just a look I like."

I liked it on him too.  With the black hair half hanging over his face and
the eyebrow ring finishing off the other side of his face and with the
pointy jaw, he always looked hot.  We went to grab a wrap, salad and juice.

"So what brings you to this part of the world?"  I smiled.

"Got an occasional job with the swim team as the sports therapist.  Just a
part-time thing as they needed some extra help, and it gives me a chance to
learn new things from their main therapist. I get to work on the junior
team for the most part."

"Congrats.  I'm proud of you.  This is what you wanted and it's gonna help
build your business for sure.  How's things at the Academy?"

"Good.  Especially on weekends.  Lots of people drop by for a massage.
It's actually one of the busiest times, when the public uses the pool.
Arden helps out too so we can get through more clients."

"You two must go home exhausted.  I'd be a wreck having naked boys around
all day and rubbing my hands all over them.  I'd probably have to take
reverse Viagra."

"Some days, I'd agree.  Especially with the horny guys that come for the
extra attention, but it's so easy to figure out now what they want when
they arrive.  On the weekend it's a lot of women too, so that helps keep
things under control."

I laughed.  "I'm sure.  Any of them want extra services?"

"Not usually.  You get to know pretty quickly by body movements how they
react as to what they want.  This University swim team is hot.  Lots of
cute guys that are always horny.  I don't know who thought up speedos for
guys, but they should get a Nobel Prize.  Or at the very least, inventor of
the year.  Even when they sit for a shoulder, neck and arm massage, I would
say 25% of them pop a bone, which is hard to conceal behind the small
stretchy fabric.  Makes it super easy to know what they need or want."

"Damn, I want your job," I grinned.

"So come over after class and be my apprentice for a day. I could use the
help and it'll be fun to catch up. You can sort the guys out for the
service that they want."

"I've had that service!  And I really DO like it!" I chuckled.

"Not that one," he said pushing me slightly.  "Some want a specific body
part massaged, or full body.  Others just want help shaving parts they
can't reach easily.  It's not really therapy, but I offer to do it for them
for a few bucks, which I tell you can be a ton of fun.  You gotta come help
me.  There's a couple guys that show up almost every day that you'd really
like and certainly aren't shy."

"Really?"

"Come check it out."  I was already beginning to think about it and was
glad I wasn't currently in a speedo.  I agreed to meet him after my next
class.  Slowly our group was getting larger and larger and before long we
could form our own gang.  Cameron could be the muscle.  The girls and Tripp
could be the recruiters so we had an even mix of straight and gay.  Cole
and I could be the stress relief.  Dickson could just be the eye candy,
since he really wasn't good for much more.  I'll figure out something for
Kent and Rory later.

After class I met Cole and we went over to the pool and headed into the
change room.  There was a small alcove off the main area which had a
curtain across it and a couple of chairs outside.  We went behind the
curtain and the massage table had been set up.  "We put up a makeshift room
for now.  If this becomes a permanent thing, they said they'll look at
getting me a proper place somewhere that I can set up."  He prepared a few
things from his backpack and then stripped to his boxer briefs.  "It's hot
and humid in here, so if I don't work in shorts, I end up sweating like
crazy, which is never a good look.  These guys are used to being naked or
wearing less material than most as they're around each other in the pool
and change room all the time.  I figured I might as well do the same thing
as it really was humid in the room.  "The guys who want shaving pay $10 but
any massages are free," he advised.  We waited for the first guy to arrive
which didn't take too long.  I think I almost blasted a load right through
my underwear looking at him.  He had ripped abs, typical swimmers build and
dirty blonde hair.  Totally my type and I wanted to see what was in those
speedos and feel how tight his ass was.  Maybe I was the wrong guy to be
Cole's assistant.  I would probably faint before the first massage was
over, especially if Cole got the guy naked.

"Come on in.  What are you looking for today?"  Cole asked.

"Inner thighs," the guy replied.

"Hop up on the table and let's take a look," he said calmly.  I was
freaking out as all I could think about was Cole's hands being on the guy's
upper leg just millimeters from his junk, which could easily lead to one of
the `special' massages.  The guy got on the table face up and Cole went to
work on him.  A couple other guys arrived and told Cole what they needed
and he motioned for them to just have a seat.  One of the swimmers just
asked if he was doing shaving today and Cole looked at me and asked if I'd
be okay to do it.  I agreed and had the guy sit in the chair next to the
table as I grabbed the stuff.  He handed me ten bucks and put his hands
behind his head.  I'd have done it for free.  I shaved his chest first,
followed by his pits and treasure trail.  He wasn't hairy so it didn't take
long.  I assumed he did this fairly regularly.  Then it was his legs and I
thought that's as far as he would go, but he quickly slipped his speedos
off and spread his legs.  This is normally the part where I get on my knees
take care of a naked guy, but he held his balls up hiding them and his cock
as I shaved everything I could get to.  Then he let go of his package and
sat back.  I assumed it was now time to do the good bits, so I took hold of
his dick and moved it out of the way and shaved his balls and shaft.  He
didn't have much hair their either.  As I held him, like any guy, his cock
reacted but for Cole's sake I just ignored it, although my brain was
screaming for me to take this boy down to Justin town and give him what he
needed.  It didn't take long to finish and wipe him clean.  He stood up,
almost whacking me in the face with his erection and turned around and
knelt on the chair exposing his ass.  He had a sweet pink hole and I stuck
my tongue out and looked at Cole, who glanced over grinning.  I had no idea
if that was a sign to go for it or not, so I just shaved the guy's ass
making sure to rub his hole a few times more than necessary.  By the time I
was done and he turned around his cock was dripping precum and still rock
hard.

"You really should take care of that before a meet," I smiled.  "Something
tells me it'd be a little obvious in your suit."

"The cold water helps keep it under control," he said as he bent down and
picked up his speedo and pulled it back on, tucking his package away as
best he could.  "Thanks," he said as he headed out without any sexual
interaction at all.  I don't know who had the worst blue balls, him or me.
The next guy sat down and I quickly shaved him as well.  It was taking all
my will power not to fuck the hell out of him.  I looked over at Cole who
had moved from the inner thigh of the swimmer and was not giving him a
regular full body massage.  Either the guy was packing a massive dick or he
was partially hard as the bulge was impressive.  Damn, Cole wasn't kidding.
These guys were all horny.  I went over to see if he needed help but as I
did, another guy came in and asked if we could work on his shoulder.  Cole
introduced me and offered that I start on him until he was finished with
the guy he was working on.  I had barely got my cock back to half deflated
from the last person.

The swimmer sat down and I grabbed the oil to pour on his shoulders. He had
such soft skin as I worked on his muscles the best I could, trying to
remember what Cole had done to me so many times.  Usually I was focused on
the sex that was to come, but I think I picked up enough to make a show of
it.  I stayed behind the guy so he wouldn't see my erection beginning
again.  Cole was going to have to give me once of his famous massages when
this was all over or I won't be able to walk to the car.  I heard the guy
on the table give a slight grunt and figured Cole must been massaging the
muscle pretty deep.  I glanced over to see him blast cum all over his
stomach and chest.  The tip of his penis was sticking out of the top of his
speedos and Cole was rubbing the hard shaft over the top of the fabric.  I
guess it had been enough to send him over the edge.  Cole reached for a
towel and wiped him clean, before tucking his cock back into the speedo.
The guy thanked Cole and told him he felt better.  I'm sure he did.

Cole came over to take over from me.  "So how was Justin?"  He asked.

"Great.  Do you do full massages as well?"  He asked me.

"Not like Cole.  He's the expert.  I'm just helping with the small things."

"Hey, be careful what you're calling small.  You might insult it," he
laughed as he grabbed his crotch.

"Are all swimmers as horny as you guys?"  I smiled.

"I think all guys are horny, plain and simple," he replied.

"Fair enough."

"Would you like the same as last time?"  Cole asked.

"Uhhhh, yeah.  It was amazing.  Will you be able to?"  He asked quietly as
he looked at me.

"Of course.  Justin's the perfect assistant to make this extra special."
He slid his hands down the guy's chest and pulled on his nipples.  The guy
gasped and stopped breathing as Cole obviously knew his sensitive spots.
Straight or gay, they all work the same.

Cole stepped to the side and slid his hand down the guy's chest and stomach
and went straight into his swim suit.  Now we're talking.  He rubbed the
guy firmly obviously working his cock and balls.  The swimmer squirmed and
Cole pulled his face against his chest and made him suck on his nipple
studs.  This day was finally looking up.

I watched and found myself rubbing my own crotch.  Cole smiled and stared
at me and then at the guys crotch and nodded.  That's the only signal I
needed as I dropped to my knees in front of the guy and took hold of the
sides of his speedos.  He hitched up slightly and I yanked them down his
legs and off so fast that I even impressed myself at my skill.  The guy was
fully hard and shaved smooth with a nice uncut cock.  Cole was giving him a
full on handjob and the guy was totally into Cole's body as he ran his
hands up his back and was clamped onto the nipple studs.  "He's a top and
needs some servicing Justin."

I didn't need to have a picture drawn for me...a digital pic will be fine!
I grabbed the oil, stripped my shorts off and straddled the guy facing him.
Cole let his cock go as I took over and lowered myself quickly onto his
erection.

"That's something that Justin IS better at than me," Cole smiled.  "Enjoy
the ride!"

I bounced on the guy's cock and watched his face closely.  He was in
heaven, and who wouldn't be?  If I was fucking me I'd be in heaven too.
Cole lowered the front of his shorts and pulled out his cock as he leaned
forward and kissed the guy.  I reached over and took hold of the nice cock
just inches from me and gave him a great handjob as I rode the hot swimmer.
We were totally into it as someone entered.

"Oh shit!  Sorry.  I'll come back," he stammered and paused just long
enough to make sure he processed what he was seeing.  He went back out the
curtain.  Cole laughed.

"Oops.  That's probably why I need a real room with a door."

It didn't faze either of us and the guy I was riding was too far into it to
stop anyway.  The swimmer squeaked several times, grunted and thrust
himself hard up against me.  The noises he was making were almost hilarious
as he flooded my ass with his pent up jizz.  I couldn't actually feel it
filling me up, but my mind imagined it and I gripped my ass tighter and
kept going until he couldn't stand it anymore.  He put his hand on my thigh
to stop me.  I stood up and let his cock pop out quickly.  He was dripping
with cum and Cole stopped what he was doing and went to get the towel to
clean him up.  I regretfully gave him his swim suit back and he redressed.

"How's the shoulder now?"  Cole asked.

"I feel so much better.  Totally relaxed.  You do a good job.  I think it
was even better than last time.  I'm hoping you're gonna be around for a
while.  I usually have a lot of aches and pains that need servicing," he
grinned as he stood up to leave and kissed both Cole and me.  As soon as he
was gone I looked at Cole with a smirk.

"What?  We don't get paid for that?  I thought I was amazing."

He laughed.  "I only get the extra pay for the shaving.  We're not running
a whore house."

"But I'm the best little whore you know," I grinned as I kissed him and
tweaked his nipples.  "Looks like you're going to get to fuck that guy on
his next visit.  I could help if you need me.  I think we might have scared
that other guy off though."

"Nah.  They all know what goes on.  It's kind of the don't ask, don't tell
scenario."

We stayed for another 90 minutes and I shaved so many guys and saw several
release their loads, although none of them went as far as the guy I rode.
Most just wanted an actual massage of a specific body part.  I had a ton of
fun as the guys were all killer hot.  I mean who's ever seen a fat or out
of shape swimmer?  I should be a towel boy and provide personalized drying
for all of them whenever they need it.

"I so want your job," I told Cole.  "What are you doing for dinner?  Want
to come over to the house and join us?"

"Sounds good.  Do you mind if we swing past the apartment and get Arden.  I
know he'd love to see you."

I agreed and we headed over to his place.  We entered the apartment and
Cole yelled out to Arden that he was home and we found him in the kitchen
apparently not expecting company as he was naked going through the fridge.
"Hey Babe," he said as he stood up to greet his boyfriend and saw me
standing there.  "Hey Justin!  Nice surprise.  You shoulda given some
warning.  I'd have put deodorant on."

"Oh my god, darling.  You look fabulous just as you are!  Who are you
wearing tonight?" I said greeting him like he was on the red carpet.

"I'm wearing a Cole original.  You like?" He said twirling around like a
ballerina.

"If looks good on you?"  I agreed, trying not to drool.  He had a small
shaved patch of pubes but the rest of him was perfectly smooth.

Cole kissed him.  "Justin invited us back to his place for dinner.  You up
for it?"

Arden looked down and smiled.  "Not yet, but if I know Justin's house, I
will be shortly."

"It's just dinner Arden.  Just dinner," I smirked.

"That's usually how it starts, then there's kissing, undressing, nudity,
lube and then someone always ends up with a cock deep inside them."

"Where?  At our house?  It's like a sanctuary there."

"Yeah, a Catholic sanctuary and you're the priest," Cole laughed.

"Bitch.  So would you rather have a quickie here instead?  I'd be totally
okay taking the 9 inch monster for a ride."

Arden grabbed his cock and began stroking.  Cole went over and whacked it
causing Arden to jump backwards.  "Stop teasing Justin," he said with a
smile.  "Go put some clothes on before we all end up missing dinner.  I'm
starving."

He headed off to the bedroom as Cole showed me around their apartment.  It
was a nice one bedroom place and they had set it up great.

"You ever hear from Logan?" I asked wondering how he had done since rehab.

"Not since he finished the program.  Last I heard he moved to Toronto, but
he was doing better.  I still care about him, but I don't miss all the
drama.  Arden is a much better boyfriend."

"And you two are so perfect together."

Arden returned and I have to admit my eyes shot straight to his package.
With a cock that big he was always showing an impressive bulge and the
tight jeans enhanced it greatly.  He's the reason designers invented skinny
jeans.  We jumped in the car and drove over to the house.  Everyone was
already home and almost as soon as I walked in the door Blake ran up and
hugged me tight.  I hugged him back.  "That was a nice welcome home."

"You were right Dad.  Those kids at breakfast only get food because they
don't get anything at home.  My friend Tommy said he only eats breakfast
and dinner, so I shared my lunch with him."

"That was nice of you," I said as he kept hugging me and looking up.

"Dad, are there lots of kids like that?"

"I'm afraid so buddy.  Not everyone is as fortunate as we are.  Sometimes
families struggle to pay all their bills, so it's a good thing that the
school has a breakfast program."

"How come it doesn't have a lunch program too?"

"Probably because it would cost a lot and schools just don't have the
money," I said honestly.  I hated the fact that we lived in one of the most
affluent countries in the world and kids had to go hungry.  It really
pissed me off that the basics in life were so expensive.  I think things
like food, shelter, clothing and lube should be free or at least affordable
for everyone.  If you want more, fair enough, you pay for it, but the
basics should be mandatory.

"How much does it cost?  Could I buy kids lunches with the money I have?"
He asked.

And there's the Blake I love.  "I don't know, but why don't you make it a
project.  Ask the school about it and see if you can find out what a lunch
program would cost for all the kids they feed at breakfast.  Then you'll
know."

"Okay, I can do that.  I think everyone should be able to have three meals.
Maybe I could invite some kids over here after school.  My friend Tommy has
never been swimming in a pool before.  He says he always goes to the lake
with his family `cause they can't afford the pool, but he's not sad or
anything.  He's always happy and I like him a lot."

"You can always bring your friends over, but be careful not to act like
you're showing off to them."

"I wouldn't do that.  I just think they'd have fun over here.  We could go
swimming, play basketball and when the new house is built we could go
bowling and play tennis and stuff.  I think it would be fun to share what I
have with my friends."

"I agree and that's why I love you," I said rubbing his head.

"I though you loved me because I'm cute and adorable," he grinned.

"You wish," I smirked.  He wasn't wrong though.

He looked up at Cole and smiled.  "I like your eyebrow ring."

"Thanks," I like your curly hair."  He smiled passing back his own
compliment which made Blake smile.  We all had dinner together and Blake
stuck close to Cole.  I think he'd found a new friend.  It was a nice night
so we went outside and played basketball together.  Each time one of the
twins got the ball they were lifted up and carried to the net so they could
throw the ball in.  It was just good fun.  We went inside and hit the pool
to cool down.  As soon as Cole took off his shirt Blake was paying
attention.

"You have needles in your nipples.  Didn't that hurt?"  Blake asked as he
stared at Cole and reached up to touch them.

"Yeah, actually it hurt a lot, but only for a second and then it was over,"
he admitted.  "And they're not needles.  They're called studs."

"Can I get studs on my nipples?"  Blake asked looking at me.  I went to
open my mouth to answer, but he answered for me.  "Never mind.  I already
know the answer.  Not until I'm 16 right?"

"Maybe 18.  Same as a tattoo."  I smiled.  The boy was learning.

"You have a big penis," Blake said to Arden as he undressed.  I was ready
to jump in in case he went to reach for it like Cole's nipple studs.

"Blake, sometimes it's best just to keep some thoughts to yourself.  They
don't all have to be shared out loud," Colin said.

"Well he does, Dad.  It's bigger than all of ours and he doesn't even have
a boner."

"That's true but some things are private, Blake.  Just because we are used
to seeing each other without clothes, doesn't mean you have to comment.  It
can sometimes embarrass the person."

"Okay.  Sorry Arden.  I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"That's okay buddy.  I'm not embarrassed.  Boys come in in all different
shapes and sizes."

"Cool.  Can I see it when it's fully big?"

"BLAKE!"  Colin said loudly.

"WHAT?  He said he's not embarrassed.  I might as well see it now.  You
wanna see mine?  I'm big for my age."

Colin went and picked Blake up and threw him in the pool.  He bobbed back
up shaking the hair out of his eyes.  "No fair!  I'm gonna get you back."

He climbed out of the pool and ran over to Colin to push him into the pool
as well.  Colin looked like he allowed himself to go in so that Blake was
refocused on something else.  "I still think it's great that you guys all
swim naked.  I can't imagine my family doing that," Arden said as he looked
around the room.

"It's more fun in my opinion and it's not like we need to hide our bodies.
It's a good thing to teach the boys.  As long as we remember not to do
anything in front of them that we shouldn't," I said looking over at Blake.
We kinda screwed that up a little with him, but we wouldn't make the same
mistake in front of Travis, Trevor and James.  Especially not James.

The twins were in the shallower end with Jason and Alex playing around.  We
tried to keep the splashing at the opposite end of the pool.  We all goofed
around for a while until Kyle and Cole moved over to the hot tub.  Troy and
`Marvin' had hit the steam room and Arden was still in the pool with me and
Colin.  I noticed Blake looking over at Kyle and Cole who were sitting side
by side touching.  I could see from their movements that there was a little
hand action going on under water.

I smiled and nudged Arden.  "Looks like the boyfriend is getting a little
something."

"Say the word and you can have a big something," he said rubbing my ass in
the water.

"Not with the kids around.  Impressionable minds."

"I assume you mean Blake?" He laughed.

"How did you guess?" I replied sarcastically.

"Other than the fact he's wedging himself between Cole and Kyle?" he
smirked.  I looked over and sure enough Blake was getting into the hot tub
right between Kyle and Cole forcing them to separate.  Interesting move
considering he could have chosen the rest of the empty space much easier.

"Maybe we should go join them to make sure we make sure nothing is going on
that shouldn't be."

"Cole wouldn't do anything with Blake," Arden said almost shocked that I
would even suggest it.

"It's not Cole or Kyle I'm worried about starting anything."

Arden smiled and hoisted himself out of the pool.  I had a chance to look
right up into his ass and almost reached up to put a finger in to help him
out of the water easier.  I really did want his hot cock and have him fuck
me senseless.  We joined the other three in the water and the spacing
became a little more equal between us.  The underwater handjob had ceased
thanks to cock blocker Blake.

There was some serious eye movements going on between Cole, Arden and Kyle
and it wasn't long before Kyle got out of the hot tub with the others
following behind.  They headed off to go upstairs as Blake watched them
leave.  "Where are they going?" he asked.

"Probably just taking a break from the hot water," I smiled.

"Is Kyle going to have sex with them?"  He asked looking gloomy.

"I dunno buddy.  I didn't ask."  I knew the answer but Blake didn't need to
know it.  He moved closer and put his hand on my lap.  I was getting ready
to intercept his fingers in case they strayed.  He kept looking at the
stairs like a puppy waiting for its master to return.  "Let's go play with
the kids," I suggested.  We did, but I noticed Blake looking over at the
stairs a lot.  It wasn't long before Alex said it was bedtime for the boys
and we were taking them upstairs for story time.  I asked Blake what he
wanted to do after the twins had been tucked in and sounding positively
miserable, he said he just wanted to go to his room.  As he walked past
Kyle's room he slowed down and stared at it.  We hadn't seen the guys come
back and there was no doubt they were having fun together.  He kept going
and went slowly into his room.

It was almost an hour later before the three guys came down, still naked.
"Have fun?"  Troy asked.

"I always have fun," Kyle said.  "But my ass hurts thanks to Arden."

"You're used to it," Troy laughed as the guys headed downstairs to get
dressed.  I never got to fool around with anyone.  I think I'm getting slow
in my old age, allowing Kyle to scoop them out from under me.  Not
literally of course.

I drove Cole and Arden home and we agreed to catch up again shortly. They
didn't even invite me in for a quickie.  I think I might have lost my
appeal, so I may have to throw in my identical brothers to bring the
interest level back up.  I got home and checked on Blake where he was busy
running all over his room.  "Whatcha doin buddy?"

"Packing for our trip," he said.  I looked at his second bed and he had
three suitcases.  One was filled with clothes, the second with toys and the
third with electronic items such as his Wii, Xbox, games, iPad, headphones,
and video camera.

"You know we're only going for the weekend right?  We're not moving there."

"I know, but I have to make sure I have all the stuff I need.  We're gonna
need snowboards and winter clothes though Dad.  I don't have any that fit."

"We'll go shopping up in Whistler.  We'll all need new gear and clothes for
the mountain," I assured him.

"I'll probably get a Burton board and bindings, with DC boots.  I haven't
decided what type of jacket and pants I want, but I'll know it when I see
it.  You should get something cool too.  I'll help you pick it out so you
don't buy old man clothes and embarrass me or anything."

"That's nice of you," I said somewhat sarcastically.  I show him.  I'll buy
an Endeavor Snowboard, but I'd stick with Burton boots and bindings, simply
because I recognized them as good solid brand.  Maybe I'll let him pick out
his clothes and then just to see his reaction, Colin and I will get exactly
the same thing.  It'll just be fun to watch him throw a hissy fit.  "Time
for bed buddy."

He said he was almost done and would go in a few minutes.  I kissed him on
the forehead and he patted me on the ass to say goodnight.  Normally I'd
get a kiss back, but he was focused on a task.  No A.D.D. there.  I left
and went back to hang with Colin for a bit.  Later, just before we headed
to bed, I went to check on Blake to make sure he wasn't packing the TV,
drapes and carpets.  He was fast asleep sprawled out across his bed, still
fully clothed.  I debated undressing him, but he looked so adorable that I
just watched him sleep for a minute.  I wondered if my parents did that to
me and Jason, `cause I still thought it felt a little creepy, but something
about it made you feel comfortable when it was your own kid you were
watching.  It's at those moments you realize you would do anything to
protect them from harm.  I could easily see killing someone if they hurt
him.  I went back to my room and hit the bathroom.  I got naked and checked
myself out in the mirror.  I still looked cute, I think.  My body wasn't
fat or anything.  I even had abs, mini abs, but abs.  I wondered why sex
was slowing down so much with me.  I barely got it every other day.  It
used be daily or twice daily.  Maybe I'd just become so routine for people
that I was no longer a novelty.  I'd have to spice it up a bit or risk
falling into the routine of a boring gay guy.  I climbed into bed to
snuggle up to Colin.  He wrapped his arms around me and we made out for the
next hour.  I still love his cock inside me and it was best when I was on
my back so I could not only look in his eyes but kiss as well.  He took his
time and I was the first to cum as I stroked my cock while he slid in and
out of me.  They say married couples stop having on a regular basis and I
sure hope that never happens to me and Colin, as it was one of the great
ways to end our day.  If there was one thing I'd want to be regular and
routine, it would be knowing that Colin and I were always there for each
other.

The next morning I noticed an icy breeze in the kitchen and I initially
thought maybe we had the air conditioning up to high, but it turns out it
was coming from Blake.

"Are you ready to head to school?"  Kyle asked as he put his bowl in the
dishwasher.

"I think I'll walk or take the bus today," he said, all but ignoring Kyle.

"That's a very long walk, buddy.  You'd be lucky if you got to school in
time to come home," Kyle said not cluing in yet.

"Dad, can you drive me then?"

"Uh, sure.  No problem," I replied.  Blake ran upstairs to get his stuff
and Kyle looked at me curiously.

"What was that about?"

"I'm guessing that he's a bit jealous about Cole and Arden going to your
bedroom last night."

"Really?  Jealous?  Does he know what we were doing?"

I looked at him as if he were crazy.  "He's 12 and he's not an idiot.  I'm
guessing he's feeling a little hurt that you took the guys to your room.
Either that or he just wanted to see Arden's boner and feels ripped off.  I
really think Blake is in love with you."

"I love him too, like my little brother.  I'll make it up to him."

"Personally I wouldn't even mention it.  He'll get over it as soon as
something else catches his attention."

Blake ran down and said goodbye to everyone except Kyle.  Yep, he was
getting the cold shoulder from a very jealous kid.  Even after school was
over for the day, I got a text from Blake making sure that I was going to
pick him up.  When I arrived at the school, Blake's entourage was
different.  Still older boys, but not the same group he'd had before.  He
walked up to the car with a boy I'd never seen before.

"Hi Dad, this is Tommy.  Tommy this is my Dad Justin."

"Hi Mr.  ummm..."  He turned to whisper to Blake.  "What's your last name?"

"Worthington-Masters, but just call him Justin, right Dad?"

"Right."

"Okay.  Hi Mr. Justin.  This is a really nice car."

"Thanks." I smiled at the freckled face brown haired boy.  He looked pretty
skinny and you could see his clothes were older, but they weren't dirty and
like Blake had said, he was certainly a happy and friendly guy.

"Justin, can Tommy come over for a bit?  His Mom said it's okay and he can
sleep over.  We gotta go pick up Cory too.  He's spending the night
tonight."

"We're going to Whistler first thing in the morning, buddy.  Maybe next
weekend would be better.  Plus I should probably meet Tommy's parents first
before he sleeps over.  But if he wants to spend a few hours tonight,
that's fine.  I just need to call his parents to make sure."

"It's just my Mom," he said as he gave me his number.  I called her and
introduced myself.  She seemed pleasant and agreed that Tommy could stay
for a while as long as he behaved.  I assured her that wasn't a problem and
told her he could stay for dinner if he wanted.  Both boys thought that was
a great idea.  Pizza was immediately announced.  I figured Blake would be
sick of pizza by now, but so far, it was still his favorite.

As we talked, Cory wandered over and said hi to us.  The school was a bit
unusual as it was actually two schools with the elementary up to grade 7 on
one side, and the secondary from 8 to 12 on the other with a shared common
area between them.  Blake seemed to emerge from the secondary side, whereas
Cory came from the elementary side.  Watching the two boys was interesting
too.  Blake was always around older guys, whereas Cory was with guys his
own age or younger.  I found out that Tommy, despite looking younger was 13
and in grade 8.  They all jumped in the car and I texted Sheila to let her
know Cory was over at our place.  She was always alright with that and
texted back to say she already knew as Blake had texted her earlier, and
wasn't expecting him home until morning.  I had to smile at how Blake had
taken charge.

Tommy's eyes just about shot out of his head when he got to the house and
to make sure I followed my own rules.  I left the car outside and didn't
put it in the garage to avoid showing him all the other cars.  We could
sell just one of them and he'd have enough money for the rest of his life.
It seemed bizarrely unfair.  The boys didn't wait for me and raced in the
house dropping their backpacks at the front door and kicking their shoes
off.  By the time I got in, they were already upstairs in Blake's room,
which is where they stayed until dinner time.  The boys bounced downstairs
when called and Blake played the host and ordered several pizzas, making
sure that his friends knew he worked at Dominos, and that he would get a
special deal.  As we began gathering in the kitchen, Blake introduced
everyone.  "That's my Uncle Alex and Jason, and my cousin's Trevor and
Travis and my brothers Kyle and Troy.  `Marvin' is Troy's boyfriend.  This
is my Dad Colin."  They all welcomed Tommy as if he'd been around forever.

"I'm confused.  I thought Justin was your Dad, but then you called him
Uncle Jason, and now Colin is your Dad?"  Tommy asked looking at Jason and
Colin standing close to each other.  I was behind him, out of his line of
sight.

Blake and Cory giggled like a couple of girls.  "Colin is my other Dad and
Jason is my Uncle.  Justin is my Dad too and he's behind you.  Justin and
Jason are identical."

"How do you know which is which?"  Tommy asked turning to look at me and
then at Jason.

"You don't always, but if you get it wrong, it doesn't matter.  They're
kinda interchangeable.  Travis and Trevor never get it right.  We're all
one big family here," Blake told him nonchalantly.

"And Jason is my big brother and Blake is my best friend," Cory explained.

"What?  So if Jason is your Uncle and Cory is his brother, wouldn't that
make Cory your Uncle too?"  Tommy asked looking at Blake even more
confused.

"No, he's not my real brother.  It's like the big brother thing for kids
with no Dad," Cory explained.

"Cool.  How do I get a big brother?"  Tommy asked.  "I just have a little
sister."

"Just have your Mom sign you up for the program," I replied without much
detail, but it seemed to satisfy him.  We ate dinner and almost before
they'd finished eating, Blake and Cory were up and preparing to head for
the pool and dragging Tommy with them.

"Don't we have to wait 30 minutes before swimming?"  He asked.

"No, that's just something old peoples wives say," Blake explained.

"I don't have a swim suit."

"That's okay.  We swim naked," Cory announced without hesitation.

"I wouldn't want to do that.  Do you have a swim suit I could use?"

"Sure," Colin said quickly. "Blake, take Tommy upstairs and give him one of
your swim suits."

The boys ran off and the rest of us finished dinner.  They flew past
moments later, all of them in shorts.  I'll give Blake credit, he is
considerate enough to make his guest feel comfortable.  Tommy was a lot
smaller than Blake and skinny, almost too skinny.  I checked on them a
couple times and they were having fun with the pool toys and the bubbles in
the bathroom.  Colin and I had some alone time while Jason and Alex took
the twins out for a bit.  Kyle, `Marvin' and Troy headed out to a movie and
said they were going to stop by the club later as it was a hot butt
contest.  I was beginning to feel like an old married couple while everyone
else went out and partied.  The boys ran past a couple hours later and then
ran past again fully dressed.  They seemed to run everywhere as if time
were limited and they were on the clock.  They had gone downstairs to get
Twitch to take him out into the yard.  Colin and I went out on the deck and
watched them as they alternated between Twitch and basketball until it was
time for Tommy to go.  I drove him home with Cory and Blake along talking
non-stop about everything.  They said goodnight and on the way back Blake
continued talking.

"Guess what, Dad.  Tommy hasn't started puberty yet.  His balls haven't
dropped and his penis is smaller than mine or Cory's.  That's why he didn't
want to go swimming naked.  He doesn't even know how to masturbate."

"Well, boys change at different times.  Some younger, some older, but it's
not polite to talk about them when they're not here," I said cautioning
him.

"I didn't say anything bad.  I just thought I'd tell you why he didn't want
to be naked.  Don't all boys know how to masturbate though?"

"Not if he hasn't been taught, but he'll figure it out when the time is
right.  Every boy does eventually.  I'm proud of you tonight.  All of you
wearing shorts to make him feel comfortable."

"It wouldn't have felt right to be naked when he wasn't."

I smiled, and then he and Cory talked about their plans for the remainder
of the night.  "We're gonna get ice cream and popcorn and play Minecraft
and then watch a couple movies, but we have to do it all naked."

"Yeah!"  Cory agreed.  "I like doing that.  Which bed are we going to sleep
in?  Yours or mine?"

"How about mine since we slept in yours last time?"  Blake suggested. "Plus
all my suitcases are on your bed and we'd have to move them."

"Cool.  That means I get to go first," Cory said excitedly.  I've learned
that if you don't really want the answer, don't ask the question.  I didn't
ask and just assumed they were talking about Minecraft.

Almost as soon as we got home, they raced up to the bedroom and that's the
last I saw them until I went to wake them up in the morning.  It was cute
seeing them together.  Their covers were off and both boys were naked.
Cory was lying half on top of Blake.

"Morning boys.  Time to get up," I said quietly.  I hate the type of parent
that comes in with a booming voice, throws the curtains back and goes
around the room as if the house is on fire, just to wake you up.  I prefer
the stealth approach and wake them up gently.  Blake opened his eyes and
looked at me not yet focused.

"Hi Dad.  What time are we leaving?"

"After breakfast.  We'll drop Cory home on the way."

"Okay... Cory wake up.  It's my turn now and we have to hurry `cause I'm
going to Whistler," Blake said shaking his best friend.

"Mmmk," Cory mumbled as he slid off Blake and lay on his own pillow.

"K, Dad we'll be ready soon.  I just have to take my turn and then we're
gonna shower.  You might wanna leave."

I was pretty sure I agreed with that.  I love how they see sex.  They have
to keep it equal and take turns.  I almost laughed, but as Blake moved to
get on top of Cory, I quickly left the room and headed back to my own
bedroom.  I entered and dropped my shorts and climbed back into bed with
Colin and got on top of him.

`Morning sexy.  My turn," I grinned as I rubbed my hardening cock up and
down his ass crack.  He was already awake and turned his head to kiss me.

"Your turn huh?"  He grinned as he grabbed me and flung me onto my back and
got on top as if we were wrestling.  In one quick move he had my legs over
his shoulders and was heading for my hole.

"Hey! No fair!!" I pouted trying to sound like our son. "You got to do it
last night."

"And I'm doing it again this morning, or are you really telling me you
don't want it and that I should go shower."

"No, I really want it.  I'm just saying it's not fair," I grinned as I took
his cock and pressed it against my eager hole.  He fucked me quickly and
left his morning gift in there.  Even though you can't really feel cum
splash inside, your mind tells you it's happening as you watch your
partners face or hear his actions.  Then it's like a phantom feeling that
says you can feel it blasting your insides.  Either way, he came in me and
pulled his wet cock out and headed to the bathroom after I got several
kisses.  It's a good thing we change the sheets every couple days or this
room would smell like a bath house.  I dumped the cum in the toilet and sat
on the bidet nozzle to clean myself out thoroughly, and then back to the
toilet.  I had to make sure I was super clean as we were going to Whistler
and you never know what hot snowboarder would want a quickie on the slopes.
Like a good Boy Scout, I'd be prepared.  I joined Colin and we washed each
other and made out for a bit as the water refreshed us.  We dressed in our
finery.  I looked that up from the olden days.  They dressed in their
finery.  I think it meant they dressed in a refinery after work so they
could go out somewhere nice as they didn't have time to go home, then
shortened it to finery to sound cooler.  I had my rings and neck chains and
was all pimped out in hot underwear, new socks and my grey jeans and tight
fitting orange shirt.  I looked stunning.  With my blonde hair and green
eyes, I was so fuckable that if I looked in the mirror, I was going to have
to take myself back to bed for an hour.  Colin looked just ok.  Just
kidding.  Colin looked stunning as always.  His blonde hair and blue eyes
sparkled this morning with his black jeans and royal blue patterned v-neck
shirt.  Damn this was gonna be a sexy weekend.  We strolled to breakfast
where Cory and Blake were already there along with Troy and `Marvin'.

"Have fun in Whistler, guys.  Don't do anyone I wouldn't do," Troy said as
he made coffee.

"Who does that leave out exactly?"  `Marvin' teased.

"Don't start or you'll be first on the list."

Cory and Blake were just listening and taking it all in.  I think this is
where they learn so much.  Just watching us gave them so many ideas and
phrases.  I just hoped they never used them in the wrong places.  "Cory,
we'll drop you at home on our way out."

"That's ok, Justin.  I'm staying here for the weekend.  I'll probably still
be here when you get home."

"Oh you are are you?  Does Jason know?"

"Yeah, Blake texted him this morning, so it's no problem."

I believed them, but I figured I better confirm it with my brother, just to
be sure.  I excused myself and ran up to their bedroom and knocked.  I
heard them yell to come in and found all four in bed together.  The twins
were sitting side by side looking through a book as Jason and Alex were
propped up on either side against the headboard.

"This is a cute family moment," I smiled.

"Yeah.  They came in last night after having a bad dream and slept in
here."

"I just wanted to make sure that you knew Cory thinks he's staying the
weekend."

"Yeah, no problem.  James is coming over this morning and we'll take all of
them out on the boat.  It's a nice day and I think they'd like that.  Colin
said it's no problem to use it if we want."

"Of course.  Anything we have is yours too," I said smiling.  As if he
needed permission.  He was my brother.  "They'll like that.  You going out
to the island?"

"Maybe.  It's a little too cold to go swimming out there, but I think
they'll like running around on it for a while.  Plus it'll be good for Cory
to get to know the kids better, especially James."

"Agreed.  He'll feel more part of it."

"Have a good weekend guys," Alex said waving at me.  I laughed and waved
back.

"You too."

I headed back downstairs and finished breakfast.  Then we loaded up the
SUV.  Blake wanted to take one of the fancier cars, but we reminded him
that we'd have snowboards and things to bring back.  He jumped in the back
and lowered the window as the guys came out to say goodbye.  As we drove
off, Blake threw them all kisses.  "Mwaaa!  Mwaa!!" he said loudly as his
threw them.  "I'll miss you all.  Mwaaa!  Mwaa!"  Cory giggled and waved.

"Drama queen," I joked.

"What?  I have to say goodbye to my boys."

It took us a while to get out on the highway and Blake was talking
constantly as he was so excited about our weekend away.  I don't know if I
preferred this Blake or the quiet one we originally got.  Blake became our
GPS and traffic guide as he read every sign and told us which way to go and
what lane we should be in.  I was beginning to think we should just let him
drive.  As we got up on to the highway and picked up speed, he pointed to a
black car beside us.

"You how you know that's a Volkswagen Golf?"  He asked.

"You mean other that the giant sign on the back of it that says `Golf'?"  I
chuckled.

"I mean if you couldn't see that.  You know how you'd know?"

"No idea," I said giving in to his game.

"Cause there's always a hole in one," he laughed.  "Get it? Hole-in-one,
because it's golf."

"That's actually pretty funny.  Where'd you hear that joke?"  Colin said
smiling.

"I didn't.  I just made it up," Blake said bouncing from one side of the
SUV to the other.  Ideally we should have had him put his seatbelt on, but
it would be like trying to strap down a bouncy ball, so it was best to let
him burn off his energy.  We stopped in Squamish, about halfway to
Whistler, and had another breakfast at McDonald's.  We figured it was a
good place to take a break.  And we deserve a break today and he was lovin'
it... I'll wait while you analyze that last sentence and realize just how
clever I really am.  Once we left Squamish, the country changed as you
start to climb towards Whistler.  Blake was taking pictures of everything
that went by.  I figured we'd need three more memory cards by the time he
was done.  We went round one corner and saw a large collection of cars
pulled over.  That usually meant something interesting was going on,
normally wildlife or a major accident.  Blake had the window down and head
out like a puppy.  I was half expecting his tongue to come out.

"There!  Dad, it's a bear!"  He said pointing to it.  Sure enough it was a
large black bear.  Not uncommon in these parts as we'd seen then before,
but always fun to watch.  We pulled over and almost before we came to a
complete stop Blake had jumped out and was quickly making his way towards
it.  There was a concrete barrier between us and the bear, which might slow
it down if it decided to charge, but certainly wouldn't stop it.  I was a
little surprised that the bear wasn't hibernating, but with such mild
winters, they probably stay up all year round.

"Blake!  Stay back," I said as I got out.  "Great our son is going to be
snack food for a bear."

Colin laughed.  "Trust me, the bear has more to fear from Blake than the
other way around.  He'll probably be riding it home."  We joined our son as
he got closer to it.

"Dad, take my picture with the bear," he said as he stood with it in the
background.  I took his camera and snapped a few shots.  Blake then went
over to a couple of other kids and started talking to them.  We kept close
to him in case the bear decided he'd had enough of being a celebrity and
turned on us.  I figure I'd be the protection between Blake and the animal
to give him a chance to run away.  Or at the very least, I could grab a
smaller kid and toss him at the bear as we ran like hell.  Then the bear
gave everyone their money's worth.  He took a large dump in front of all of
us.

"Well, I guess that answers that question," Blake said loudly.  "They
really do shit in the woods and I have a picture to prove it."  The crowd
around him laughed and he now had his audience for his stand-up routine.

"Thank you!  Thank you!  My name is Blake and I'll be here all weekend," he
announced.

I put my arm around his shoulder and pulled him back as he was starting to
get a little close to the bear for my liking.  After several more pictures,
we returned to the car and continued north.  Blake was quiet for a good 5
minutes and as I looked back, he was going through the shots he had taken.
He saw me checking on him.  "This is so cool!  I'm gonna show everyone the
pic of him taking a dump.  That is epic!  Sure glad we don't have that bear
as a pet.  I'd hate to have to pick that poop up.  Can I get a dog?"

That was random.  "Maybe.  You've done a good job of looking after Twitch,
so maybe you can have a dog," Colin told him.

"What about an alligator or tiger?"

"No to both of those," Colin said quickly without even cracking a smile.
Blake just shrugged and sat back.  No doubt he was thinking of the type of
dog he wanted, and from the way he went quiet again, I figure he was
probably looking some up on his phone.  He lowered the window again and I
looked out mine to see what he could be seeing, but it was just forest.

"Dad, take a picture.  It's a total anatomy.  A sun and full moon at the
same time."

I was going to correct him and say anomaly, but as I turned to look at what
he was referring to, he had taken his pants down and now had his bum out
the window.  "Blake, no one wants to see that!  Get your ass back in the
car, literally!"

I don't know whether he actually meant to be that funny intentionally, but
it really was a `son' and full moon at the same time. He plopped his ass
back on the seat and Colin rolled the window up and hit the lock.  First
stop in Whistler would be to get him a leash.  "Did you get a picture,
Dad?"

"No.  That only works if you're in the vehicle next to us.  Colin shot me a
look and a smile as if to indicate that that may have been the wrong
answer.  I'd totally do the same thing and I think he knew it.  Maybe Colin
could take a picture with Blake and I mooning someone.  As we approached
the dam, I pointed it out to Blake in case he wanted a picture.

"You shouldn't say damn, Dad.  You should say darn.  Impressionable young
mind back here, ya know."

I turned to say something, but stopped when I saw him with a pop bottle
between his legs taking a piss into it.  "Blake! What the hell dude?"

"What? I had to go.  Forgot to do it at McDonald's and didn't want people
taking pictures of me doing it in the woods with the bear."

"You could have asked us to stop."  I looked at Colin.  "Your son is taking
a piss into a pop bottle back there."

"How come he's MY son when he's doing something wrong, and your son when
it's something good?"

"Snitch," Blake said out loud.  I turned to look at him again just as he
was putting his dick away and sealing the bottle.  The whole car smelled of
pee as he missed a few times.  "Aahhh!" he sighed out loud.  "That should
hold me for a while."  Colin snickered and I was trying hard not to laugh
myself.  I grabbed a few tissues to hand him.  "No thanks, I'm good," he
said as he wiped his hands on the seat and went to roll the window down.
Fortunately the lock was still.

"Can you unlock the window so I can fling the pee into the bushes," he
asked.

"No.  Just keep it until we get to a bathroom and you can get rid of it
properly."

"Whatever.  You should just be thankful that I wasn't doing something else.
That would really leave a smell in the car, but I could just rub that stuff
into my skin `cause it's good for you."

"Yeah, thanks for sparing us that," I smiled.  "God, could you imagine?"

Colin was trying hard not to break up laughing as he looked over at me.
Blake went back to taking pictures as if nothing out of the ordinary had
happened.

"Does it snow all year long up here?"  He asked as the snow began to get
deeper and deeper at the side of the road.

"No, normally just November to April or around there."

"Cool.  We can have a snowball fight can't we?  I heard Uncle Troy and
`Marvin' giving each other snowballs, but it wasn't like this kind of
snowball."

I looked at him quickly and he was giving me a big smile.  "Huh?"

"They were having sex and I heard them.  Did you know everyone does sex
stuff differently?  Uncle Jason and Alex kiss for like forever before they
do anything.  So gross.  And Uncle `Marvin' likes to be tied up when Uncle
Troy jumps on him, and Kyle does everything like giving and getting blow
jobs and giving and getting it in the..."

"Okay, that's enough?"

"I know all the positions and the swear words for stuff, and I know what a
gag reflex is and I don't have one.  Wanna see me do it with a banana?  And
I know what it means when Uncle Troy calls Uncle `Marvin' a dirty little
whore who likes his boy pussy fucking with his big rod, and he's to take it
like a bitch."  Colin couldn't hold it any longer and broke out laughing.

"Sorry, but I can just picture it.  His name is Bond...Blake Bond!"  You do
know it isn't nice to spy on people though.  These things are private and
you should walk away if you know it's happening."

"Are you kidding?  I get such a boner.  I usually have to beat it until it
hurts and sperm at least twice before I can function.  Plus I know other
stuff too, like what a flip flop is and the snowball."

I seriously can't believe he knows what a snowball is.  I barely knew what
it was.

"Yeah, a snowball is when two guys exchange..."

"I know what a snowball is, Blake," I said trying to stop him.

"...sperm by mouth," he finished.  "Okay, let's talk seriously since you're
talking about sex."

"Actually you're talking about it.  We're trying to shut you up," I
corrected.

"Well I just wanted you to know that I'm not going to do it any more,
except with Cory and maybe a girlfriend when she wants it. But just in case
you change your mind or anything, I'm pretty good at it.  Even Cory says
so."

Well as long as Cory says so, then it's all good, I thought to myself.
"I'm sure you are, since you're a fast learner, and if the law ever
changes, we'll keep you in mind.  Until then, I think that's the right
decision to wait until you're at least 16.  Just be patient," I told him."

"Patience isn't what I do best, Dad.  Everyone knows that, but Kyle
explained it all so I get it.  We're all pretty mature guys and sometimes
older adults don't understand us being so cool, and if I brag about it they
might get jealous and try to hurt us by having me taken away."

"I think we should have a rule this weekend," Colin said.  "No sex or sex
talk or trying to pick anyone up.  Let's just have a weekend with the three
of us as a family."

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea Blake," I agreed.

"I'm talking to you too," Colin smirked.

"Oh! Snap!"  Blake laughed snapping his fingers at me, jumping around on
the back seat as if he'd scored a major victory.  "Hey, you know what is
bruised and goes Ow?"

"No, what?"  I asked.  He slugged me on the arm hard.  "Ow!"

"That guy!"  Blake giggled.  I reached back to grab him but he jumped over
the seat into the pile of luggage.

"You're not allowed to hit me, I'm just a kid."

"Oh, NOW you're a kid.  Two seconds ago, you wanted to be an adult so you
could have sex."

"Hey Colin, Justin broke the rules already.  He's talking about sex."

"Snitch," I grinned.

"Anything you're looking forward to in Whistler?"  Colin asked him.

"Yeah.  Snowboarding and riding the Peak to Peak Gondola and the Spaghetti
Factory and can we go dogsledding and bobsledding too?"

"Nice.  We can do all that no problem."

"Sick."

We pulled into Whistler and made our way to the hotel at the base of the
mountain.  The bellman met us at the car and as they unloaded, I went and
checked in.  By the time I got back they were loaded up.

"Guess what, Dad!"  Blake said excitedly.  "His name is Blake too, and he's
from Australia.  That's why he talks funny."  He said pointing to the
bellman.

"He talks with an accent, not funny," I corrected and it's good he's `Blake
two' as you're `Blake one' and it might get confusing."  Blake helped Blake
push the cart to the room and I don't know if he was actually helping the
poor guy or just getting in his way. The bell guy was cute and being
Australian, I added him to my list.  The one SIRI keeps for me in case I
need to be entertained.  The way Blake was reacting with him, I think he
had a new friend.

"Oh sweet, I get my own room," Blake announced gleefully as he ran in and
jumped on the queen size bed and then bounced off and ran back into the
living room.  Cool, a fireplace too.  No fair, you got a bigger bed in your
room," he said as he raced in to the second bedroom with the king size
bed. "AND you get your own bathroom.  I'm staying in here."

"No, you're staying in your room and we have the bigger bed because there's
two of us and we're both bigger than you," Colin said.

"Wanna wrestle for it?"  He grinned as he got into a karate stance.  The
bellman basically ignored us as he loaded the luggage into the bedrooms.

"Or we could just tie you up and leave you in the back of the SUV," Colin
said giving him a wicked smile.

"You have to catch me first," Blake challenged and ran behind his older
namesake begging for help.

"He can't help you now!" Colin said sounding like a wicked witch.  "We're
going to put you into a stew for dinner."

"Don't mind them.  They're old and probably have brain cells missing.  They
have oldtimer's disease," Blake told the bellman.  Once the luggage was put
away, Blake thanked him and handed him ten bucks.  "Come back when you
finish work and join us for a few beers," he offered as he slapped the guy
on the back.  The bellman laughed and told us to enjoy our stay.

"Come back for beers?  Who are you?"  I asked.

"Thought you might want to get to know him.  You could have fun while I go
check out the town and pick up chicks," he said trying hard not to giggle.

"Pick up chicks huh?  And where would you find these chicks?"

"I dunno, but I'm super cute and my curly hair will make them wet their
panties," he said running his hands over his head.

"Where are you learning this stuff, and who said you're super cute?"  Colin
asked.

"You did!  And Conrad and my older friends are giving me advice on girls."

The same friends that had been fucking him?  I'm not sure I'd take their
advice if I were him.  Wet their panties?  That's hilarious.  At their age,
if they had wet panties, it's probably because they need pull-ups.
"Remember the rule.  Just the three of us and no sex talk."

"God, it's gonna be a quiet weekend.  You two won't have anything to talk
about," Blake said patting us both on the shoulder.  "Let's go get
snowboards and ski stuff and hit the mountain.  Come on dudes, we're
burning daylight here," he said quickly changing the subject as he went to
the door and left.

"Yeah, come on Colin.  We're burning daylight.  I guess we're leaving," I
laughed as we followed our pint size tour guide out of the hotel.  I
wondered if he was right.  Had everything in my life become about sex?  Was
I that shallow?  As we left the hotel, I couldn't help but notice that most
of the guys were around our age and all seemed insanely hot.  Maybe it was
the clothes they were wearing.  This was like a Justin buffet.  I'll have
the appetizer over there, the main course will be that guy and since I like
lots of dessert I could have those two walking up the stairs.  Yeah, this
was gonna be harder than I thought, this weekend.  And if I didn't get sex
at least once, that wouldn't be the only hard thing around here.
Everything in the village was easy to walk to and Blake was out in front
leading the way as if knew exactly where he was going.  Of course it's a
small town and it didn't take long for us to find a clothing store as we
set about picking snowboard jackets and pants.  I decided to have some fun
with Blake just to piss him off and whispered my idea to Colin who fist
bumped me.  We waited for him to find the clothes he wanted and try them
on.  As he did, we picked the exact same outfit and tried the jackets on.
When he saw us, the look on his face was priceless.

"Dads!  You can't get the exact same colour.  We'll look like nerds," he
complained as I complimented Colin and he complimented me.

"No we won't, we'll look adorable with all of us dressed alike."  I stopped
short of telling him that it would get girls panties wet.  Wet from
laughing at him so hard they pee themselves.

"NO, we'll be nerds.  Then someone will take a pic, send it to Facebook and
Instagram and I'll have to go through the rest of my school life as the
nerdy dork.  You two can dress alike, you're weird anyway, but I'm gonna
get something else," he said taking the stuff off and putting it back.  I
actually liked what he had picked out and made a note of where it was so he
could buy it when we were done tormenting him.  He picked out another set
and we did the same thing again.  "Oh so that's how it's gonna be, huh?"
He said glaring at us with his evil `don't fuck with me look'.  He went
over to the girl's section and picked out a pink and white outfit with
flowers on it and put on the jacket and pants and stood with his hands on
his hips.

"Well?  Aren't you gonna dress like me?"  He challenged.  I took a fast
picture of him, and he ran at me and tried to grab the phone.  "Holy shit!
Gimme that!  You can't have that picture Dad.  I'd die if that gets out.
Okay, you win, you can dress like me as long as you delete that pic and
don't take any more."

"I got a better idea.  Behave perfectly until you're 16 or this goes on the
school website along with the one of you covered in bubbles from the foam
room."

"Oh...My...God!  You're so mean!  You know what they say.  Revenge is a
dish best served cold."

"Who says that?"

"According to Uncle `Ryan'...Klingons."  He quickly removed the pink outfit
and found a green, black and blue patterned one that I thought looked
pretty good on him.  Colin and I picked out other outfits and added the
necessary gloves, goggles, toques and helmets.

At the checkout Blake took my credit card and put it in the machine and
typed in the pin number.  "How do you know my pin?"  I asked.

"I watched you," he admitted.  I didn't say anything as it was probably a
good idea for him to know it in case of emergencies.  We left the store and
dropped the bags back at the hotel and then went for the snowboards, boots
and bindings.  They had a large selection, but before Blake chose one, he
made us promise not to embarrass him and choose the same one.  We agreed
and he bounced off to find what he wanted.  Colin and I took our time to
check the type we wanted against reviews online.  It didn't take long to
find the ones we liked.  I chose one that matched the clothes I'd bought
and Colin bought one for its quality.  He can be such a straight boy
sometimes.  The guy said they could put the bindings on within the hour if
we'd like to come back, so we decided to go have lunch.  There were tons of
great places to eat.  I wanted the one with the cute blonde waiter, but
Blake chose one that had awesome food instead.  Who the hell chooses
restaurants like that?  I'll tell you who...straight boys.  Between Colin
and Blake it was an epidemic.  I don't know if I like this sex free weekend
thing.

After we ordered and were waiting for our food to arrive, I noticed a
couple girls giggling at a table close-by and constantly looking over at
us.  I figured they were either thinking that one of us was cute (me), or
one of us (Colin or Blake) had a booger from the colder weather and just
hadn't noticed yet.  Either way, I was trying hard to ignore them, but they
were seriously annoying.  Thank god I'm gay, I couldn't handle that
giggling all the time.

Our food arrived and one of the girls came over slowly.  "Sorry to bother
you, but we were wondering if we could get your autograph?"  I looked
around to see who she was talking to and then realized she was staring
right at me.

"My autograph?"  I asked just to confirm.

"Yes.  My friends and I saw you on that new TV show.  We think you're
really hot."

Blake giggled.  "Yeah Justin, you're really hot."  I kicked him under the
table.

"It's actually my brother that's the actor," I said honestly.  It would
have been unfair to give her an autograph pretending to be someone else.

"It sure looks like you," she said.

"We're identical twins," I said not sure if I was allowed to say that since
the show was keeping the triplet thing a secret, but I hadn't signed any
confidentiality agreement.

"Oh, okay.  Could I get your autograph anyway?"  She asked again.  I
wondered if she thought I was lying to her, but I signed her paper anyway.

"You want my autograph too?" Blake asked.  I'm gonna be in the show.  I'm
gonna be the shit disturber."

She grinned as she looked at him.  "Then I guess I'll be the first to get
the autograph of someone that'll be super famous."

Blake grinned from ear to ear and signed his name, or more like he tagged
her paper with a stylized `B'.  The boy has flare, I'll give him that.
"I'm Blake," he told her as he put out his hand.

"Kaitlin," she said shaking it.  "Thanks, and sorry to interrupt your
lunch."

Once she left, Colin smiled and put his hand on mine on the table.  "Looks
like you're going to be famous by association."

"Me too," Blake smiled.

"Yes, you too," I agreed. "You'll have to hang out with your Uncle J.P. and
see how a real celebrity handles the fame.  Plus Uncle Ryan is pretty
famous too."

Blake chuckled as he shoved his burger in his face, then with a mouthful of
food he mumbled, "I know what he's famous for."

"You do huh?"

"Yep, he made movies but he did it naked.  I think that's why he likes
hanging out with us, `cause we like being naked too," he smiled.  "Me and
Cory are going to make a naked movie, but we have to make a script first,
then get lighting and maybe Uncle Ryan and J.P. can help us with the
acting."

"I think making a movie is a great idea, but with your clothes on.  No
naked video until after you're 18," I told him.

"18?!  How come 18?  Everything else is 16.  No Fair! You keep changing the
rules," he complained as he shoveled fries in his open hole.  I didn't
bother to explain the rules on videos, so we just talked about what we were
going to do next.  There was no night skiing at Whistler so we decided to
hit the tube park after dark and go bobsledding this afternoon.  Tomorrow
we'd hit the hill for the whole day.

"Why don't we take Monday off as well and stay an extra day?"  Colin
suggested.

"And miss a day of school?  Let me think about it."  He paused for less
than a second.  "Okay, I'm in."

We finished lunch, returned to grab our new snowboards and dropped them at
the hotel.  We changed into our new clothes and made our way to the bobsled
track used at the 2010 Olympic Winter Games.  They now had a tourist part
that three of you could go down the track with a professional driver at
125km an hour.  As we got to the sliding centre, Blake was the first to
notice.

"Awww, fuck!" he said looking at the sign and then at me.  "You have to be
14 to ride this bitch?  This is such bullshit.  I can't do anything.  I
might as well stay in my room until I'm an adult."

"Okay, relax buddy and watch the language.  No one likes a potty mouth,"
Colin said.  "If anyone asks, you're 14."  Blake went silent as we entered
and the guy at the counter took our money and asked how old Blake was.  He
was a big 12 year old, but a small 14.  The guy accepted us at face value
and Blake's stupid ear to ear grin almost gave him away, but to his credit,
he stayed quiet.  We had to go through quite the process before we were
allowed on the track.  First we signed a waiver, and had an orientation
that lasted about 15 minutes, where we learned about the track and what to
do and what not to do.  Throwing your hands in the air like a rollercoaster
was forbidden, so was standing up or taking pictures.  Then they measured
us for height and weight before fitting the helmet on to make sure it was
perfect.  Because of Blake's size, he was going to be placed between Colin
and me so we could ensure he was wedged in properly, despite him
complaining that he either wanted to be up front or at the back.  Then we
had a simulated run on a mock sled.  That was actually scary enough for me.
I think I might wet MY panties after this.  Finally it was on to the real
thing and we were driven to the halfway point on the track.  The driver got
in the sled first, I went next.  Blake slid in behind me and finally Colin.
They took our picture a couple times, probably for insurance purposes to
prove we were alive at the start of the run.  The fact that we had to sign
a waiver should have been my first indication of how scary this was going
to be.  We had to grip the side rails tight and not let go.  I couldn't see
that being an issue. I had clamped onto Colin all the way up the hill, and
getting me to let go of the rail when it was over might be the big problem.
Then it began.  It started out great and I had a chance to look out at the
track a little.  Then speed really increased.  I put my head down and held
on so tight that I think I crushed the rails.  I felt like a Justin martini
as I was shaken, stirred and slammed from side to side.  Note to self.
While it's an old wives tale not to go swimming for 30 minutes after you
eat, it's a new Justin tale not to eat and THEN go bobsledding for at least
a couple hours.  We had barely come to a stop when I leapt out, ripped off
my helmet, and raced for the nearest garbage can and gave back my lunch.
That was the most intense thing I've ever done.  Blake was laughing at me,
and Colin was just concerned that I was alright.

"Can we go again?"  Blake asked.  "That was the most epic sick thing I've
ever done.  We gotta do it again and get some video.  Can we go right to
the top this time?  No one will ever believe I did that.  Come on Dad, man
up and let's go again.  It's not like you can puke anymore."

"I'll pass.  If you two want to go again, go for it.  I'll just lie here
and make sure my will is up to date."  I lay on the ground until my brain
stopped spinning and bouncing around my skull like a pin ball.  They
wouldn't let us go again for safety reasons, but did say we could come back
tomorrow if we wanted.  One of us didn't want.  We bought the video of the
run down the track and Blake said he was going to show everyone.
Fortunately, they cut it off before my puking episode.  If it was possible
for Blake to be more excitable than before, he was definitely in adrenaline
overdrive now.  As we left the sliding centre and got back onto the highway
Blake saw the sign for the Whistler Bungee Jump.

"Dads, let's go there next!  Since we're here already," he said almost
climbing out the window to point it out to us.

"Oh fuck no!  I barely got my brain to stabilize and my stomach to stop
hurling up projectiles.  That shit would just finish me off.  Are you two
trying to kill me?"  I remembered the last time I was here with Jason &
Alex.  We had jumped nude and spent most of the day here.  I still have the
pictures to prove it and the night terrors to remember it.

"Watch the language, Dad.  No one likes a potty mouth," Blake said patting
me on the shoulder.  I guess he does hear some things.  We decided to go
anyway and Blake was thrilled to be doing it.  This time there was no age
limit so he didn't have to pretend to be anything buy himself.  "Dad, can I
jump with you?"  He asked Colin.

"Sure.  Sounds like fun."  I decided to be the official photographer and
after 20 minutes of posing by Blake, they were strapped in and ready to go.
I ignored them teasing me about being such a girl.  Blake threw his arms
around Colin and pressed his head against his chest.  I took several
pictures.  Colin hugged Blake tight and they jumped.  I looked over and
took a few pictures as they dropped and then bounced back up and down
several times.  As they were lowered into the boat, another person was
getting ready to go.  It wasn't as busy as the summer, but it was still
pretty steady for being winter.  It didn't take long for Blake and Colin to
get back up and tell me how exciting it was.  I showed them the pictures
and they loved them.

"Can I go again?" Blake asked.  "I think I can do it by myself unless you
want to go with me Justin."

"I'd love to jump with you buddy, but I might end up hurling again."

"I think I'll go by myself.  This is a new shirt," he giggled.  As we
waited, one guy around our age, stripped and was harnessed in naked.  I
wasn't surprised, but it did seem a little cold to be going balls out.  It
was bad enough in the summer, but this was the middle of winter.  Talk
about being left with blue balls.  Blake's head snapped around and looked
up at me.

"NO!" I said quickly.

"No what?  I didn't say nothin'."

"You were going to ask if you could go naked?"  I smiled.

"You don't know that for sure," he complained.

"I know you well enough to know that that's exactly what you were going to
ask."

"Hah, shows what you know.  I wasn't going to ask.  I was going to tell you
to get your camera ready because I'm going naked.  No point in asking
`cause you'd say no, then I'd have to discuss it, and then we'd negotiate
and eventually you'd let me because I made sense, so I'm just gonna do it."

The guy prepping everyone overheard the conversation.  "I'm sorry but we
can't let anyone under 18 jump naked.  There are too many people taking
pictures and it wouldn't be safe for you.  The last thing you'd want is
pictures of you all over the internet without clothes."

"That sucks.  Oh well, at least I have the balls to do it," he grinned.
"That's a pun right?"

"Right," Colin agreed.  We watched as he was strapped in and the smile on
his face was priceless.  He was almost as fearless as Alex and it got me
thinking back to when we were kids and all the things he would do that I
wouldn't.  It was like being 12 again myself.  I miss that Alex, the one
that kept pushing me to my limits, although this weekend was kinda turning
out like that.  I stood here reminiscing as I watched a daredevil in the
making.  Blake went to look over the edge and gave the guy the thumbs up as
we got our cameras ready.  He jumped and did twists and turns and flips as
he went.  The kid was fearless beyond anything I could have done at that
age, and even at my age now.  He raced back up and asked if we could go
again.  He saw a guy a little older than him who was nervously looking over
the railing.

"You gonna jump?"  Blake asked.

"Thinking about it.  Not sure I can though.  My Dad doesn't want to go with
me."

"Yeah, my Dad Justin doesn't want to go either.  Wanna jump with me?  I'm
Blake."

"Chris," the guy said looking at his Dad.  "Would that be okay, Dad?"

"Sure, if you want to," he replied looking at us and smiling.

The two boys raced over to the prep area and were harnessed in together.
For the kids, they used the full harness and not just leg straps like they
offer with adults.  The boys were strapped together, wrapped their arms
around each other and jumped.  The screaming wasn't from Blake, but it must
have shattered his ear drums as we heard it all the way back up to the
platform.  It was over almost as fast as it started as both boys were
lowered in to the boat and brought back to shore.  Chris thanked Blake for
the jump and said it was the best thrill he'd ever had.  He took off with
his Dad to buy pictures of their jump.  Blake raced over to us.

"That was the best.  He was strapped to me so tight I could hear his heart
pounding.  His screaming scared me more than the jump.  Okay.  Let's
bounce.  Can we go buy the pictures of our jumps too?"  He said as we
headed to the shop to get them.  Each set was $40, but well worth it.  We
headed back to the village with Blake babbling incessantly about the
bobsledding and bungee.  "Can we come back next weekend too?  Maybe we can
bring Cory and Kyle and everyone else."

"We'll see," Colin said as we pulled into the tube park.  It was a large
tobogganing hill with giant inner tubes. I'd also been here before but
watching it through Blake's eyes made it even more fun.  We spent the next
couple hours here until we were all exhausted and ready for a late dinner.
We hit a nice restaurant and ate like we were starving, which I was since
I'd given my lunch as a gift to the sliding centre.  Blake the bellman was
still working when we got back and our Blake proceeded to tell him at rapid
speed what we'd done.  I'm sure the bellman was looking around for the duct
tape to silence motor mouth, but he remained professional and told Blake
about other things he might like tomorrow, and what runs to take on the
mountain.  We got back to the room and Blake disappeared into his bedroom
only to return a few moments later with his Xbox.

"You wanna help me set it up and play a few games?"  He asked.

"Aren't you tired buddy?"  Colin asked.

"Are you kidding?  This is the best day ever.  Only old people get tired,
so if you guys wanna go to bed, don't let me stop you."

I swear, when he's 21 and has a 12 year old calling him old, he'll
understand, but right now it was important to just keep up with him and
show him we weren't dead yet.  Colin set the Xbox up on the main TV and
played a couple games with him.  I lay on the couch and watched and just
rested my eyes.  I was shaken awake by Colin who suggested I go to bed.

"What time is it?"  I asked.

"10," he replied.

10?  I remember when 10 o'clock was the time I was just starting to get
ready to go out, not the time I was getting into bed.  WTF?  I looked
around the room.  "Where's Blake?"

"He went swimming.  Said us old folks probably needed some alone time."

"So, old folk, you want some alone time?"

"What happened to our no sex rule this weekend?"  I smiled.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him," he said as he pulled me off the
couch and we made our way quickly to the bedroom and closed the door, just
in case he returned unexpectedly.  We were out of our clothes with
lightning speed and made out as if we had just met.  My legs were over his
shoulders and he was fucking me almost as fast as the bobsled run.  He sent
his babymakers deep into me and then dropped between my legs to suck my
load out.  We jumped into the shower, dressed and headed back to the living
room to play some video games.  It had to be the fastest sex I've ever had.
I felt like we were two teenagers doing it in my bedroom before my parents
came home.  Totally hot!  Blake returned shortly afterward and dropped his
wet shorts on the floor and sat beside us.

"How was the pool?"  Colin asked.

"Wicked.  It was salt water and I could float way better.  We should put
salt in our pool.  They have two hot tubs too.  I met people from Germany.
The other Blake stopped by to say hi, and I invited him over, but he said
he wasn't allowed to hang out in guest rooms.  So I guess it's just us
tonight.  Can I play the next game?  Wanna hear a joke?"

"Sure."

"Why don't people in Star Wars ever get married?"

"No idea," Colin said going with the joke.  "Why?"

"Cause they're looking for love in Alderaan places," he giggled.  It took
me a second, but I got it.  It was actually pretty funny.  I'd have to try
and remember that one.  Alderaan places... rofl.

He was still full of energy, but after about 20 minutes of games he was
starting to drop off and I recommended he go have a quick shower to wash
the pool water off and jump into bed.  He didn't argue which showed just
how tired he must have been.  He strolled into the living room in his
underwear and said good night.  Once he was in bed, Colin and I headed for
our bedroom and fell asleep almost immediately.  I was woken up later in
the night as Blake slid in beside me and spooned in front of me.  He pulled
my arm over him and snuggled in tight.  I was prepared for him to try
something, but he just fell asleep.  It was almost morning when I woke up
and had to take a pee.  I was still wrapped around Blake, so I peeled
myself off him and climbed over carefully so I could go use the bathroom.
When I returned he was awake and slid over for me to get back in.  He was
now between Colin and me.  He turned to look at me and smiled.  "Hi Dad,"
he whispered.  "Did you have fun last night?"

"Sure.  Did you?"

"Uh huh!"  He grinned.  "I like it here."

"Me too.  Let's get another hour of sleep though as we have to get up
early."  He snuggled up to me and then looked up and kissed me before
pressing his face against my chest and going back to sleep.  I moved my
crotch back slightly when I realized he was pressing hard against me and
had, at some point, removed his underwear.  I put my arm over him and fell
asleep.  I woke up to the sound of a camera going off and looked up to see
Colin taking our picture.

"You two look so cute together.  You know he really does look like you," he
said showing me the picture, and I could definitely see the resemblance.
"I'll take a shower, but we should get going if we want to make the fresh
tracks breakfast at the top of the hill this morning."

I nodded and watched his cute ass disappear into the bathroom.  I wanted to
go and slide into it, but with Blake here it would be a problem.  I nudged
him awake.  "Blake," I said quietly "Time to get up buddy."

He moaned and turned over and pressed his ass against me and pulled my arm
back over him.  I tried moving my crotch away from him and each time I did,
he moved back against me.  "Blake.  We really gotta get up, buddy."

"You're nice and warm though.  I don't want to get up yet."

"Blake, just get up ya little shit." I said leaning up and pushing him
away.  He giggled and turned over to jump on top of me.

"How come we always wake up with boners?  Does it mean we have to have sex
every day when we're older?"

"No, it's just your body's way of stopping you from wetting the bed.  You
can't pee with a boner until you hold it down."  That's what my Dad told me
when I asked, and if I believed it when I was a kid, then it's good enough
for Blake now.  You just need to pee it away."

"Or..." he said smiling at me in his cute way.

"Or...you could just go pee it away!" I said as I threw the covers back and
lifted him out of bed, threw him over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes
and carried him to the other bathroom.  The whole way there he slapped and
played with my ass until I dropped him on the floor and told him to get
ready. I left and went to join Colin.  We were pretty quick getting ready,
but then we weren't going clubbing and we were just guys, not girls after
all, and didn't need to get up at 4 am to do make-up so we could be out by
7.  We grabbed our equipment from the storage locker they had for guests,
and made our way to the gondola heading to the top of the mountain for the
restaurant.  The first couple hundred people got to have breakfast before
the hill opened and then were already at the top, so we could get the
`fresh tracks' each morning, meaning we had the untouched new snow.  I was
a little uncertain about starting Blake at the very top of the mountain,
but I was the only one.  Both he and Colin were talking about the best
trail to take as they checked their smartphones.  I was enjoying breakfast.

"Okay, let's shred this hill dudes!"  Blake said as we headed outside and
got ready for the first run of the day.

"Are you sure you can handle this from the top?"  I asked.

"Piece of cake.  I can take this hill by the balls and own it." He said
confidently causing both Colin and I to smile.  I wasn't quite as
confident, but if a twelve year old could do it, so could I.  We made our
way down the mountains and both Colin and Blake were well ahead of me.  I
was using the excuse that I was filming them although they both had helmet
cams.  Plan B was to say I was enjoying the scenery and taking my time.  In
actual fact, this was way more scary than even sex with a girl and almost
as challenging.  But I did pretty good for the first run.  Both of them
were waiting and lined up for the second run by the time I got down.  We
headed up Blackcomb and then took the Peak to Peak gondola over to
Whistler.  Of course we had to wait for the glass bottomed car so Blake
could film everything and make it an even bigger thrill.  We had so many
selfies of the three of us that we were going to clog the internet by the
time we uploaded them all.  Blake had some of the best selfies though as he
hammed it up for every picture and even got a few other kids in the shots
with him.  He had absolutely no reservations of talking to everyone he met.
I like that he does that.  The stupid `don't talk to strangers' rule blows,
and not in a good way.  If you don't talk to strangers how are you going to
make new friends?  The saying should be don't talk to serial killers or
politicians.  THAT would be good advice.  Even rapists aren't a problem if
you're actually looking for sex.  I noticed that he was holding his crotch
a lot more than normal as we crossed the valley.

"Are you okay?  Do you need to stop for a piss or something?"  I asked.

"No, I fell a few times and I think I landed on my balls.  I don't think
they're busted, but I feel like a farmer."

Colin laughed.  I looked at both of them. "A farmer?"

"Yeah, I have a couple of acres!" he giggled.  He was becoming quite a
linguist, which fortunately for us was very different than a cunnilinguist.

"You watch way too much TV," Colin told him tapping him on the helmet.
"But seriously are you alright?"

"I think so, but if they still hurt on the next run down, you can kiss them
better, Dad," he said in his usual loud voice.  The guys next to him
chuckled as they tried to pretend they weren't listening.

"Or we could just put the whole package in a cast for six weeks, or maybe
have them removed so they don't hurt," Colin suggested.

"I also hurt my ass a few times.  You could kiss that as well," he teased,
noting that the guys close-by were listening.

"As if you need more excuses for someone to kiss your ass," I said quickly.

The banter stopped as we got off the gondola and made the second run.  I
was much faster this time, but still well behind Colin and Blake.  It was
on our third run down, this time on Blackcomb that we had a problem.  I saw
Blake and Colin collide hard with each other and go rolling off down the
hill. Neither one moved as they came to a stop.  All I could think was `Oh
God, please don't let them be dead.  I'll be an orphan.'  I raced after
both of them and wasn't sure who to stop at first.  I chose Blake as I
figured Colin might be a little tougher and Blake would be more scared.  I
got to him, jumped out of my bindings and raced over to where he lay, not
moving in the snow.

"Blake!!  Blake!! Are you alright?"  He wasn't responsive at all and I knew
better than to try and change his body position in case he was really hurt
and I did more damage.  I got close to his face to make sure he was
breathing.  Fortunately he was.  I felt his legs and nothing seemed broken,
so I opened his jacket to check the rest of him.  When I felt his sides he
giggled.

"That tickles," he said opening his eyes.  "Did you see that wipeout Dad?
Holy crap that hurt.  Scared me to death.  I thought I was going to roll
all the way down the mountain.  Good thing I had my helmet.  That's gonna
make a wicked video."

"YOU scared me to death.  I thought you were dead."

"No, just wiped out.  How's Colin?"

I turned and looked back at where he was and was relieved to see him
sitting up.  I ran over to him.  "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just winded.  Is Blake ok?"

"Yeah he seems fine.  Don't you two ever do that again!  I thought I was
going to be an orphan," I scolded.

"Nope, you're going to be stuck with both of us for a very long time."

Just as we were getting sorted out the ski patrol came up to make sure we
were alright.  We assured him we were and thanked him for stopping.  The
two guys went a little slower down the rest of the hill and I was finally
out front.  Now there would actually be video of me skiing in our home
video.  I did notice when we got to the bottom of the hill that Blake was
limping a bit, so I suggested we take a break and have some lunch at the
Irish pub.  We secured the snowboards and headed inside.  "You okay Blake?
You look like you're limping," I asked.

"My leg is sore, but I think I'm okay.  It just hurts a little."

"We should go check it out back in the room before we get back on the
slope.  Just to make sure you haven't done any damage," Colin suggested.
"I could use a break too.  We hit each other pretty hard.  I think you
slammed into my chest with your helmet."

"More like you slammed into my helmet with your chest," Blake corrected.

"You got chocolate in my peanut butter," I said grinning.  They both looked
at me and went `huh?  "Never mind.  God, no one gets my sense of humour."

By the time we finished lunch both Colin and Blake were saying they were a
little sore and would like to stop for the day and take it easy, so we
headed back up to the hotel and dumped our stuff off.  Blake was still
limping and favoring one leg over the other. "Blake why don't you take your
pants off and let's have a closer look to make sure nothing is broken," I
suggested.  We all took off our outerwear as it was too warm inside with it
on.  I sat on the couch as Blake came over and stood in front of me.  He
undid his pants and pushed both them and his underwear down to his ankles.
I laughed.  "You can keep the underwear on."

"You should probably check everything Dad," he said standing with his hands
on his hips.  The first thing I saw was a bruise on his inner thigh.

"Does that hurt?"  I asked.

"A little.  Is my leg broken?"

"No, just bruised.  Colin, do you think this is anything serious?"  I
asked.  He took a look and shook his head.

"No, it'll just be sore for a few days," he said as he touched it.  Blake
jumped.  "Sorry, buddy."

"Turn around and let's see if you have any bruises on your back."  He spun
around and removed his shirt, leaving him basically naked.  Then he bent
over and pulled his ass cheeks wide apart.  I couldn't help but stare right
into his pink hole as it winked at me.  "Don't really need to look in
there," I laughed.

"You should.  What if I broke my bum?"

"If you broke your tailbone or any other part, you'd know it," I said as I
slapped his cheek gently.

"You should check inside anyway.  Just to be safe," he suggested.  Probably
the only 12 year old on the planet that wants his prostate checking.

"I'm sure you're safe.  Everything else looks fine.  Maybe just some brain
damage that lets you believe I'm going to shove my finger in your ass, but
other than that you're fine.  I do think it's a good idea to take a break
for the rest of the day though and let that bruise heal.  You can get
dressed now."

He pulled his pants back up and put his shirt on.  "Okay Dad, your turn to
be checked.  Take your clothes off," he told Colin.

"I'm okay buddy."

"You don't know for sure you can't see everything.  Plus you're not a
doctor ya know."

"He's right.  You're not!" I grinned.  Colin shrugged and played along as
he took off his shirt.  No bruising or anything which was good considering
how hard he had been hit.  I felt his chest and he winced a little. "Is
that sore?"  I asked concerned.

"A little.  Probably just tender from where his helmet hit me."

"You might have internal hemorrhoiding," Blake said helpfully

"Hemorrhaging," Colin corrected.  "Wait, you know hemorrhoid, but not
hemorrhage?"

"What do I look like? Wikipedia," he said throwing his hands in the air.
"Okay turn around Dad we have to check your back."  Colin did as he was
told, and as Blake went to put his finger up Colin's ass, I slapped it
away.  He giggled.

"You look fine," I said as I stood up.  I spoke quietly into his ear.  I'll
give you a Colin-oscopy later to make sure."

"Wouldn't that technically be a Justin-oscopy?"  He grinned.

"What are you two talking about?  It's probably sex talk right?  You're
breaking the rules," he said staring at the two of us. "What are we gonna
do now?"

"We could all have a nap," I suggested knowing how they would both react.

"Or we could go dogsledding!" Blake said excitedly.

And dogsledding it was.  We made our way to the attraction and got to meet
the dogs that would be taking us on our trip.  To Blake's disappointment,
we didn't get to do the mushing of the sleds, but we did have fun.  We had
to have two sleds as they could only do 350lbs per sled and with Colin
being so fat at 155 pounds and me being only 145, we were over the limit by
the time we added Blake.  Each time we stopped, we changed sleds.
Sometimes Blake was with me, other times with Colin, and then by himself
while Colin and I rode together.  Under the blanket Colin held my crotch a
couple times.  I think he was trying to give me a boner to embarrass me for
the next stop.

We had hot chocolate and got to see some amazing country for the three hour
trip.  Blake seemed to fall in love with all the dogs and I had to admit
they were amazing Huskies.  We had a great time and learned a lot about how
trappers used the dogs to get furs around in the old days.  I guess it was
like the beginning of Fedex, but from what the guide said, sometimes they
were gone for months delivering supplies.  Could you imagine waiting a
month for a fur to arrive?  Now we expect it within 24 hours, and it
couldn't be fur.  It had to be synthetic poly something or other.  We had
dinner once we got back and then headed to the hotel.

"Hi Blake," Blake said to the bellman.

"Hi Blake!"  He replied with a smile.  "Are you enjoying your vacation?"

"Yeah, we went snowboarding and then dogsledding.  Dad almost killed me
when we crashed on the hill but I only have a bruise.  Wanna see it?  It's
pretty cool."

"I think we should let Blake do his job," I told my son, knowing that he
would be more than ready to drop his pants.

"Okay.  We're gonna go swimming and hit the hot tub if you want to join
us," Blake told him.

"Thanks, but I have to work until 11," he smiled.  "Have fun."

We got back to the room and changed into our shorts.  Each of us put on a
shirt as well and headed to the pool.  They had plenty of towels so we
dumped our shirts on a chair and hit the pool.  Blake was right, it was
salty and I felt lighter in it.  Colin said it was better for us than a
chlorine pool and we might look at doing this for our new outdoor pool.
Strange cause I heard my Dad say that salt was bad for you as he had been
told to limit his salt intake.  I could easily see swallowing half the pool
as we splashed around.  Maybe pool salt is different than table salt, who
knows.  There weren't many people around so we had the place basically to
ourselves.  We got out of the pool after a while and hit one of the hot
tubs.  As Blake sat on the side I saw the bruise on his leg and pushed his
shorts up.

"Dad!  You can't do that out here," he warned with a smirk.

"I'm just checking your bruise.  It looks like it's getting darker."

"Yeah, but it doesn't hurt as much."

"Okay, but if it gets worst, just make sure you tell us.  We may have to
take you to a doctor."

"I'm fine MOM!"  He said trying to insult me.

We said hi to a few people who arrived and found out they were from
England.  We gave them some tips about Whistler and Vancouver, before
heading back to the room.  Blake stayed wrapped in just his towel as we
challenged each other to some video games while Colin and I were in
t-shirts and underwear.  At one point Blake fell asleep against Colin, so
we carried him to bed.

"I guess all that fresh air did him in," I smiled.

"Him and me both," Colin admitted.  "If we're going to play around tonight,
just be careful on my chest as my ribs really are sore.  I think Blake hit
me much harder than I first thought."

"Do you think he actually broke any?"  I asked as we made our way to bed.

"No, they're probably just badly bruised.  Hurts like a bitch though.
Hopefully I'll feel better in the morning."

"I could kiss it better," I smiled.

"And I also fell on my ass too.  That's a little sore and I may have
whacked my balls when I went down."

"I guess I'll just have to kiss everything better then.  Just don't tell
Blake or he'll think I'm playing favorites," I smirked as I went down and
kissed his chest, followed by each nipple.  Then I worked my magic kisses
all over his body so that he would be healed by morning.  Even the tip of
his hardening penis got kissed.  We didn't have full on sex, but just the
relaxing body touching was hot, although I did go to sleep with a raging
boner, which gave me a wicked dream.  I just hoped I hadn't actually had a
wet dream and was going to wake up with crusty sheets.  When I finally did
open my eyes, Blake was spooned up against me and sleeping soundly.  I have
to admit it's nice being this close to him and he's so peaceful when he's
sleeping.  The only difficult part was that I was pressed up against his
ass.  Knowing Blake he'd eventually try something and then I'd have to
punish him.  I hate wearing underwear to bed, but I might have to start if
he keeps climbing in with us.  I had to take a pee, so I quietly got out of
bed which took care of it before returning.  I slipped back in and spooned
against Colin as Blake wiggled up against me.  Colin was the big spoon, I
was the middle spoon and Blake the baby spoon.  All we needed now was a
fork...

I think it was almost two more hours before we all woke up.  I opened my
eyes to see Blake looking at me wide eyed.  "Did you know your eyes move
while you sleep?"  He said quickly.

"At least that's all that moves.  With you, I think that's the only part
that doesn't move while you sleep," I grinned.

"Oh my God, have you heard of a tic tac?"  He said curling his nose. "Did
you know your penis gets hard a hundred times a night?  It's really
uncomfortable sometimes," he advised.

"So don't grind your ass against it and it might solve two problems.  It
wouldn't go up as much and you would be able to sleep better."

"It's fun to watch it go up and down," he said grinning.

"Well, don't do that.  Sleep instead," I said ruffling his hair.

"Are you two gonna talk all morning?" Colin grumbled as he woke up.

"Hi Dad!" Blake said as he climbed over me and squeezed in beside Colin.

"Morning Blake.  You can let go of that. Yes it wakes up hard, just like
all guys."

"Just checking.  Do you guys have sex every morning?  Me and Cory do when
we sleepover.  That's when I'm horniest."

"TMI, buddy, and remember we're not talking sex all weekend.  Why did we
get you a room with your own bed if you're sleeping in here?"

"I was asking myself the same question.  I think it's so I could put all my
stuff there," he replied thoughtfully.

"So how's the bruise today?"  He asked.  Blake threw the covers back to
show us.  The purple mark was a lot darker and looked terrible.  I
immediately thought he must have internal `hemorrhoiding'.

"It doesn't hurt as much, so I think I'm okay.  How are your ribs?  Can we
still go snowboarding?"

"Sore, but fine.  Yes, we'll hit the slopes today."

"Yay.  Wanna race again?  I'll beat you for sure," Blake said excitedly.

"As long as we don't crash into each other.  I don't think my body could
handle that again."

"`Cause your old huh?  I understand.  You break easier."

Colin went to respond and then thought better of it. "Let's go have
breakfast and then get to the hill.  We'll have to pack up our stuff before
we head up as checkout is at 11."

He got out of bed and I watched his smooth ass wander to the bathroom.  I
wanted to go join him for a morning quickie, but Blake was staring at me
closely and grinning.  "You could go do stuff in the shower and I'll just
sit on the top of the toilet and watch.  I won't even get in the way or
anything"

"Thanks.  Glad I have your permission.  Maybe you could go have a shower in
your bathroom and just get ready."

"You're no fun.  You know what I know Dad.  You're just as horny as me.
Colin isn't as horny as us.  That's why you have sex while you're sleeping
and Colin doesn't."

"I don't have sex while I'm sleeping," I smiled.  "I dream about it
sometimes, but then most guys do."

"No, you have sex while you're sleeping.  Why do you think I like sleeping
next to you?  You're fun."

"What's that mean?" I asked looking at him.

"I can't tell you `cause you'll get mad and we're on vacation and we're not
supposed to talk about sex.  Plus I don't want you to be mad.  I like it
when you're happy."

"I promise not to get mad," I said.  He was making me nervous.

"No, you will and then I'll get grounded and won't be able to go to Scouts
and wrestling and diving and Karate, or have Cory over, or sleep with you
again.  I know how it goes.  Then you'll have me sent away with social
services."

"I promise that'll never happen.  Scout's honour," I said raising the three
fingered salute. "You'll have amnesty and an immediate pardon from what you
tell me.  But what do you mean I have sex while I'm sleeping?"  I know I
have wet dreams, but I'm pretty sure I don't have actual sex.  Maybe I jerk
off for the wet dream.

"Okay, but you promised. Last night you were moaning and your eyes were
rolling around in your head.  Your penis was hard and you had your hand
around it."

"Yeah, I had a pretty intense dream," I smiled.

"I'll say.  You were hugging me tight, which was AWESOME!!!!  Then you ran
your penis up and down my bum a lot."

"WHAT?  Oh my god, I'm sorry.  You know I'd never do that, Blake."  I felt
sick.  I almost fucked my own son.  First we tell him not to do it, and now
I'm doing it while I sleep.  I am going to have to take something to keep
me from being so horny all the time.  Maybe I should borrow Dickson's cock
cage.

"I know.  You were trying to do it without that slippery stuff, so it was
never going to go in.  Then you turned over and you tried it with Colin, so
I helped you.  I put some of the stuff on your penis and helped you aim it
properly.  I don't think you know where things are when you're sleeping.
You put it all the way in Dad, and I got to watch as you did it."

"Are you telling me, I had sex with Colin last night?" I said becoming
instantly wide awake and focused.

"Yeah, but remember you promised not to get mad," he said quickly.

"I'm not going to get mad.  I just don't remember doing that.  I must have
been having a wild dream."

"Well, when I was watching I kinda got horny too and I accidentally shot
white stuff all over you.  I think it's still on you `cause you almost
rolled on top of me when you were done and I didn't get a chance to wipe it
off.  Sorry, Dad.  I didn't mean to and I promise I wasn't trying to do
anything.  I just wanted to help you and it was so fun to watch you both
have sex while you were asleep.  I didn't know you could do that."

"Neither did I."  I wondered to myself how many times Colin and I had had
sex while we were sleeping.  I may have to put a camera in our room to
watch us. "But I'm sorry I tried to do something inappropriate with you,
Blake."

"It's okay.  I really like it, especially when you were hugging me so
tight.  It was the best feeling EVER!"

"If that ever happens again, Blake just move away or go back to your own
bed.  I don't want to hurt you.  That should never have happened.  Our
whole family could break up if I did anything like that to you.  You
wouldn't want that would you?"

"No.  I understand why we can't do stuff and I am trying not to be a bad
kid anymore, but I didn't do anything. I was just sleeping.  Please don't
stop me sleeping with you guys.  I like it.  It makes me feel safe
sometimes."

"We'd never stop you," I promised, but I might have to look at wearing
clothes to bed from now on if I was having sleep sex.  In the words of
Blake... `is that a thing?'

"I think you should go get a shower buddy."

He looked at me and then got out of bed and went to the other bathroom.  As
soon as he left, I raced to our bathroom and threw up in the toilet.  Colin
looked over at me with concern.  "Are you okay?" he asked stepping out of
the water.

"Can I ask you a question?  Have I ever had sex with you in the middle of
the night?  Like fucked you or anything?"

"Sure, a few times.  Why?  You're fun when you're super horny.  You usually
moan someone's name, like a celebrity and pound me hard.  Makes it like a
roleplay, although I don't understand the George Clooney, Julia Roberts
four-way we had."

"I'm serious Colin.  Do I know I'm doing it?"

"Probably not.  You're usually fast asleep and as soon as you're done, you
pull out and turn over.  You never say a word, except the sleep moaning.
Why?"

"`Cause I almost fucked Blake last night.  He just told me.  I don't feel
very well.  I think I want to go home.  Maybe be locked up in an
institution.  I almost raped our son.  He actually helped me put my dick in
you and then watched.  What if you hadn't been there?  Would I have
actually gone all the way with him?

"I have had a couple nights when you've tried, but I just wasn't in the
mood, so I moved away and you never tried to force me.  All I had to do
sometimes is roll you over and you kept sleeping, so I doubt you would have
tried to force Blake either.  Colin shut off the water and grabbed a towel
and knelt beside me on the floor.  "But I think the important word is
almost.  You didn't actually do it and he was smart enough not to go for
it.  I think if this had been before the talk, he would have lubed himself
up and allowed you in, so maybe we're getting through to him."

"But maybe he's not the problem.  Maybe it's me.  I was spooned against him
and trying to fuck him," I sniffed. "I obviously can't control myself.
Maybe I'm a sex addict.  Maybe I should be locked up."

"You're 21.  You're supposed to be sex crazed.  That's part of being a guy,
especially a gay guy.  We'll just have to make sure he doesn't sleep with
us anymore, or if he does, we'll tie you down or something," he said trying
to make a joke out of it.  I really didn't feel like joking right now.

"Not funny.  How am I ever going to look him in the face again?  I'm a
fucking monster."

"Honey, I know it goes against what you believe, but Blake is hardly a
virgin.  He's the most sexually advanced 12 year old I know.  Look at what
he did with Troy when he jumped on his cock.  Then the stuff at school.  He
and Cory practically wear each other out when they sleepover, and I also
have no doubt he's put many many moves on Kyle to try and get him to do
something in the past.  My guess is that he'll be the happiest he's been in
a long time.  At least he was honest enough to tell you what happened.  He
could just as easily have allowed you to fuck him.  Let's find the positive
and move on."

I turned and hugged Colin tight.  He made sense but I still felt sick.  He
helped me up and I rinsed my mouth and headed back to bed.  I got under the
covers and tried to close my eyes, but all I could see was me trying to
fuck Blake.  This was going to haunt me.  I'd seen him having sex plenty of
times and sometimes I felt proud of him, other times I was nervous for him,
and on the occasion at school, I only wanted to protect him.  This was none
of that.  This was me, forcing myself on him.  Just because I was asleep
was no excuse.  So not on my moral compass.

Minutes later Blake bounced back in the room dressed and looking hungry.
"Dad!  Are you still in bed?  Come on, we're gonna miss breakfast and the
best snow.  You're being lazy, dude."

"I'm not feeling very good buddy.  Maybe you and Colin should go without
me."  I couldn't even bring myself to look at him as I felt so guilty.

"That's not gonna be as much fun.  Maybe you just need to poop.  I always
feel better after I do that."

I grinned.  I love how he thinks sometimes. He just comes up with random
things that he's heard or tried and all of a sudden he's a fountain of
wisdom.  "I don't think I have to poop."

"Well maybe just a good shower will make you feel better.  Please Dad, come
with us.  If me and Colin crash again, we'll need you to rescue us."

Colin sat on the side of the bed and ran his fingers through my hair.
"Yeah, you're our rescue dog, Justin! Go grab a quick shower and I'll bet
you'll feel better with food and fresh air."

"Yeah come on Dad.  It's probably just `cause you're not used to being
outside in the snow.  It think you're more like a rescue puppy though,"
Blake teased as he yapped like a small dog.

I smiled and got back out of bed and headed to the shower.  Maybe I could
just waterboard myself to death, but after a nice hot shower I was feeling
better, although there was no way I was going to forgive myself anytime
soon.  I need to go get some help for my addiction and try to get myself
under control, even when sleeping...especially when sleeping.  OMG, I have
sex when I'm sleeping.  No wonder my dreams feel so real.  They are real.
I could be a study in sexual deviancy.  I dried and went to dress.  Once I
was ready, we headed down to breakfast.  As we were in the elevator, Blake
took hold of my hand without saying anything or looking at me.  We walked
down the hall like that and I noticed Colin smiling at me.  I was feeling
weird.  I loved the fact he was holding my hand as it felt nice to be a
family like that, but I couldn't help but feel it was because of what
happened last night.  We were seated at breakfast and had a choice of a
buffet or cooked breakfast.  All of us took the buffet which had more food
on it than I've ever seen.  I thought Blake might gorge himself to death.

"You know if you eat all that, you'll be too heavy to get on the ski lift,"
I said trying to act normal around him.

"I think squirrels are gonna want to eat you," he said as he filled his
mouth with pancakes.

"Huh?"  I asked looking at him for some sign of what that sentence meant.
I had to wait until he emptied his face before he answered.

"Yeah, they think you're nuts," he giggled.  Colin laughed and the two of
them high fived.  We finished breakfast and I almost had to loosen my belt.
Blake groaned as he got up from the table.  "God, I'm so full I may never
need to eat again.  Are you feeling better Dad?"

"Yeah thanks.  You ready for snow?"

"Sure, but can you give me a ride there?  I'm too stuffed to walk. Let me
get on your back, k?"

I bent down and he climbed on my back and I carried him back to our room.
He hung on tight and the whole way Colin was smiling at me. I dropped him
onto his bed so he could get his outerwear on for our day, and returned to
my room with Colin. "See, he doesn't think anything of what happened.  If
anything he seems more attached to you than ever," Colin told me as we got
our snowpants and jackets on.  I had to admit I did feel a little better,
and maybe the best thing was to learn from it and just move on being aware
of what could happen before it really did happen.  I was still really
shaken by how close I had come to fucking him.  If he'd been lubed up or if
Kyle hadn't talked to him, I can't imagine what today would have been like.
I couldn't stop playing it in my head, although I was trying to be normal.

We hit the hill quickly, and now that the weekend was over it was a lot
quieter so we had more of the mountain to ourselves.  After the first run
down, Blake suggested that we play a game and that we had to follow him and
do whatever he did.  He criss-crossed the mountain, going around obstacles
like trees, and the pillars from the lift.  Then he hit moguls which just
about vibrated my teeth out.  He turned around several times and each time
he did it we were expected to do the same thing.  It was actually fun and
the helmet cams were catching everything.  We stopped lots of times for
pictures and selfies and by early-afternoon we were ready to call it a day,
and had been accident free!

"Dad, can I be manstipated?" Blake asked Colin as we sat having lunch.

"Do you mean constipated?"

"What's that mean?"  He asked.

"It means you can't poop," He said looking at him to see if he was ok.

"No silly!" he giggled.  "I can poop.  I mean manstipated, like Kyle was.
He told me he gots to be an adult earlier than 18 so he could older things.
I want to do that so I can do adult things and then no one could take me
away from you.  I'd be an adult and just tell them I was staying."

"It's called emancipated," Colin told him.  "It's complicated and one of
the rules is that you need to be able to support yourself.  You pretty much
get to do whatever you want now, with only a few rules to protect you, so
you probably don't need it."

"I just think it would be fun to be my own man, and then I could do the
adult stuff without you guys worrying about me."

"Your own man, huh?  So where would you live?"

"With you, duh.  I'd just be able to make my own decisions and not have you
ground me or tell me what to do and stuff."

"Well..."

He looked up at both of us waiting for an answer and I think we both were
trying to figure out how to explain to him that we were always going to
tell him what to do.  At least until he had us put in an old folks home and
declared insane.

He just rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly.  "I know, I know, not
until I'm 16, right?"

"Now, you're getting the hang of it," I smiled as I rubbed his head.

"God, I can't wait until I'm 16.  All hell is gonna break loose.  I'm gonna
be so busy."

"As compared to now where all hell breaks loose constantly and you're busy
every day?"  I laughed.

"Yeah, because I'm gonna do whatever I want; drive, become
mans... emo...whatever that word is, and probably get my own place.  I
could live in the apartment downstairs."

I loved how he thought that moving from upstairs to the bachelor suite at
the front of the house was the definition of getting his own place.
"Sounds like I have four years to get ready for it," I grinned.

"3½" he corrected.  "Do we have plans the rest of the afternoon?"

"Nothing firm, why?  You got something you want to do?"

"I'd like to get my ear pierced please.  Either that or a tattoo like
yours."

Colin looked at me and grinned.  "Personally I think you'd look hot with
both."

"Really?!  Cool, so can I do both?"  He asked excitedly.  I gave Colin a
dirty look.  Occasionally he can be a bigger shit disturber than me.

"Not the tattoo until you stop growing or it would get all out of shape as
your body gets bigger," I said being the parent in the group for once.

"I saw a guy with a tattoo on his penis once," Colin smirked.  "It said
`stand back'."

"Really?"  Blake said.  "What does that mean?"

"Well it said `stand back' and as he got an erection, it said `stand back,
we have no idea how big this thing is gonna get.'

Blake banged the table, animatedly laughing at Colin's joke.  "I gotta get
that on my penis.  Then it won't matter if it gets bigger as I grow up."

I shot Colin another evil look and he just shrugged and stuck his tongue
out at me playfully.

"I think you can get your ear pierced.  Are you good with blood and extreme
pain and not being able to use your ear for a couple weeks and having it
bandaged for school?"  I asked without cracking a smile.

"Uh, sure," he said as he stopped laughing.  "Is it really like that?  I
thought it was just a simple hole poke and you're done."

"It is," Colin told him.  "Justin is just being Justin."

"I know right.  He's not cool like us, huh Dad?"

What?  I'm cool.  I'm super cool.  Aren't I?  Do cool people have to ask if
they're cool?  Shit, I really do need a therapist.  Is it okay to be my own
therapist?  Tell me how I feel about that!  I'll show them both how cool I
am.  "Okay, grab your coat and let's go get your ear pierced.  Do you want
a hoop or stud?"

"Well, I'm already a stud, so a hoop please."

"Alright stud, let's go."  I grabbed my coat and threw Colin his.  The
three of us made our way to the shop to get his ear done.  As he sat in the
chair, I tried not to burst out laughing as the woman grabbed the ear
piercing gun and Blake's eyes almost shot out his head and he clamped
himself to the chair.  "Are you sure Blake?  You don't have to go through
with it."

"No, I'm a man.  I can handle it," he said sounding a lot less confident
than 10 minutes ago.

The woman swabbed his ear with the alcohol and before he knew it, she
zapped him and the hole was done.  She put the hoop in that Blake had
selected and wiped the small amount of blood away.  "Just keep rotating it
regularly for the next few days until the hole heals.  Keep the earring in
for at least a week and then you can remove it and change it if you want.
If you leave it out for any length of time the hole grows back over."

"Okay, cool.  That didn't hurt at all Dad."  Can I get anything else
pierced?"

"No.  Not right now buddy.  Let's see how this goes first."

"Okay.  This is so cool.  Everyone is gonna be super jealous."

On the drive back Blake fell asleep in the back seat, so I took a few
pictures of him with his new earring.  Good blackmail pics for when he was
older and we used them to show his kids.  We got home to find things their
usual normal.  The twins were lying on the floor playing with their cars,
driving them around Jason's feet as he sat on the couch playing on the
computer, and as soon as they saw us, they ran over to Blake, jumping up
and down like they were on springs.  Jason looked up as we entered and
asked how the trip was.  Blake immediately showed him his new earring as
the twins insisted he come and play with them and handed him a couple of
cars.  They had their built in babysitter back as they ran down to the
playroom together.  Kyle was home with Troy playing basketball, so we poked
out heads out to say hi.  We learned that `Marvin' and Alex were out
getting dinner for everyone and that J.P. and Ryan were coming over as
well.  I was too tired to cook anyway, so that was a nice surprise.  I
wanted to hit the hot tub and crash out for a couple days.  I'd decided
that I'd be locking the bedroom door for a while so we didn't get any
unwanted visitors.

During dinner, everyone commented on Blake's earring which made him want to
show it off even more.  He said he was going to Facetime with Cory to show
him later.  Ryan mention that he was going to do another couple movies as
they needed the money and would try his hand at producing and directing,
but may get some experts in to help as well.  He said he'd distribute it on
his own rather than go through one of his old companies.  It sounded like a
tough job ahead, but he obviously knew what he was doing, and asked if he
could use the house during the day when everyone was out, which we agreed
was no problem as long as he took precautions not to have anything in the
movie that could identify the house or its occupants.

"You're gonna love the co-stars I picked out for it," he grinned.  "Have
you heard of Max Ryder and Jessie Montgomery?  So far they've both agreed
to be in it.  I'm also working on Kyle Ross."

"Are you serious? You're going to have the three of them in the house
filming a movie?"  I asked excitedly.  We were being careful not to say too
much of the type of movie as the kids were around, but my dick was so
excited it was trying to rip though my jeans. "If you could get Kyle and
Kriss Ross, I'll volunteer to be the prep guy for each scene."

"You mean the fluffer?"  J.P. laughed.

"Fluffer, shaver, towel boy, whatever you need," I smiled.  "You got anyone
else in mind?"

"I was thinking that I could ask Sean Lockhart to help direct. He's got
lots of experience and his stuff is usually top notch."

"Sean Lockhart?  That name sounds familiar.  Is he a movie producer or
something?"

Ryan smiled.  "You know him better as Brent Corrigan."

"NO WAY!!  No f-ing way!  You could get Brent Corrigan here to do a movie?
Oh my god, I'll finance the whole thing for 30 minutes with him.  He's my
all-time favorite po...umm movie guy.  Jesus, do what you gotta do to get
him.  Do you know him?"

"Not personally, but we know of each other, so I'm sure I can convince him
if I pitched the right idea."

"What are you sitting around for, go pitch.  He'll catch I'm sure.  Pun
intended."

"I think what'll make this fly is that I'm going to give the fans what
they've been asking for.  I'm going to take the passive role a few times
and be the bottom.  I'm even going to try and convince the Kriss and Kyle
to do something together, but that's a long shot at best, but if they did,
we'd make a ton of money."

"Christ, I'll buy dozens of copies," I said almost too horny to keep
eating.  My fantasy mind was already picturing all of it happening right
here in my house.

"Don't get too excited.  Some of the guys are under contract with their
studios and may not be able to do it, or I'd have to agree to pay a portion
of the sales to them for the rights to their star.  Others will be easier,
but I'll let you know.  Either way, it'll be one hot movie.  If you think
of people you'd like to be in it, let me know and I'll look into them."

I wanted to immediately run to the computer and search through all the porn
stars and make a list.  It could be the biggest cast of actors since the
Bel-Ami orgies.  Oh my god though, Max Ryder and Jessie Montgomery and the
Ross Twins.  That the stuff of wet dream for the next two decades.  I could
lock myself in my room and be happy forever after seeing that.  Plus I
might get a chance to do all of them.  Okay, let's face it, I'd even go in
the movie if I could do all of them.

After dinner, Jason and Alex took the twins and Blake down to the pool as
Colin and I did the dishes.  I still don't understand this though.  What's
the point of being a billionaire if you have to do dishes?  Shouldn't we
have people for this?  Oh well, I didn't really mind.  It was usually just
rinsing and throwing them in the dishwasher.

I had decided it might be a good time to do some homework, especially since
I'd missed a day with our extended trip the Whistler.  I was still trying
to avoid thinking about what had happened between me and Blake, although
apparently the only one worried about it was me.  I figured some boring
therapy behavioral stuff might help me become numb, so I laid it all out on
the table and studied for an hour.  Colin went off to hang with the guys.
The front gate buzzed and when I answered it, I was surprised to see it was
Colleen.  My whole body went cold as it was getting late, which probably
meant this wasn't going to be something good, otherwise she'd be around
during business hours.  The only thing that I could think of was that Blake
had called her to beg not to take him and apologized for being bad, which
of course would send her here immediately, despite his good intentions.  I
was almost ready to scream for an emergency lockdown on the house so we
wouldn't lose Blake.  My mouth went dry, my knees felt like they wouldn't
support my body weight and my palms were sweaty.  I'm amazed at how fast
the body reacts to things like this.  As the car slowed to a stop, I was
almost paralyzed with fear.  I wanted to call for Colin, but my brain
wasn't working. Nothing was working.  I was officially a zombie.  I felt
like raising my hands and walking slowly towards her moaning `brains!
brains!', but that might just prove her case and have everyone removed from
the house.  I'd have to suck it up (the situation, not the brains) and see
what would happen.  We had money, we could always fight to the death, and
fight we would.




End of chapter.


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