Date: Wed, 20 May 2015 20:48:12 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys Part 153

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews

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Chapter 153


It wasn't long before Colin came home and gave me a bunch of flowers. I
looked at him like he'd gone crazy.  What the hell am I supposed to do with
flowers?  Chocolates I understand.  Flowers not so much, but I did the
expected thing.  I smelled them and gave him a big kiss.  "How was your
day?"  I asked as I hugged him tight.  He always looks so hot in his suits
and smelled as good as the flowers, maybe even slightly better and he
doesn't die after a few days.

"Great day.  We closed a land acquisition we've been trying for on the west
end."

"Nice," I said trying to sound enthusiastic.  We have very different ideas
of a great day.  If' I'd been able to acquire Lonny, THAT would have been a
great day.  Getting a piece of land, meh, not high on my list of greatness.

"Our dinner reservations are at 7 so we should go get ready, he said as we
headed to the kitchen to find something to put the flowers in.  I know we
have a vase around here somewhere, or do rich folk call it a `v-ah-se
instead of a `v-ay-se'?  Whatever, I shoved the flowers in one and filled
it with water and stuck it in the middle of the dining room table.  I took
one last sniff as they really did smell good, plus it would make Colin feel
good about giving them to me.  God, I'm turning into the wife aren't I?  We
headed upstairs together and I helped Colin out of his suit.  Unwrapping
this kind of present is still the most fun.  I like the part where I get
his shirt unbutton, pull it free of his pants and have his abs exposed.
Nothing gets me hotter than seeing him like that.  His suit pants with
their belt, and his open shirt showing off his chest and stomach.  Fuckin'
sexy.  I pulled him close, kissed him and fingered his nipples.

"Baby, if we keep doing that with each item of clothing we take off, we'll
not make dinner," Colin grinned as he kissed me again.

"You could be dinner," I smiled as I undid his belt and pulled it free and
placed it around his neck.  I saw that in a romantic movie once.  Then used
the belt to pull him closer and kiss again.  Of course in the movie I saw,
the bitch then used the belt to strangle the guy and take his money.  I
simply kept undressing my man.  Once he was naked he stripped me and we
headed to the bathroom to clean up.  I so wanted to play with him in there,
but he kept insisting we were in a bit of a hurry, but I do love it when we
shower together.  I think I'd find it super boring to shower or sleep alone
now.  Funny how your life changes like that when you have someone you love.
We headed to the closet to pick out clothes and I was going for my casual,
but nice, stuff until I saw Colin getting back into a suit.  I picked one
of the suits that I liked and a colorful shirt to match.  Thank god we wear
the same size clothes, so I have that much more to choose from.  We didn't
wear ties, but added a chain, a watch, a metal wristband to match the
watch, and some rings, and a little cologne.  We looked fierce and
fabulous, and smelled good too.  Damn I'm gonna have to take a baseball bat
along to beat the boys away tonight.  First to get them away from Colin and
then me.  He always spewed confidence and power when we went anywhere and
he seemed to know everyone.  The only people that knew me were the people
I'd slept with, and half of them I couldn't remember, so I faked it.  Not
the sleeping with them part...I never fake that...the remembering who they
are part...just so we're clear.

We went downstairs holding hands and got the required wolf whistles from
the boys.  The gate buzzed and we went to meet the limo in the driveway.
It felt like we were off to meet royalty or something.  My normal idea of
dinner and a show is to swing by a pizza place, pick up a slice and eat it
on the way to the movies.  Rich folk like Colin do it way different and
even after a few years of being with him, I still think it feels strange.
Almost like it's someone else's life.  We headed into town and pulled up at
a super fancy restaurant called Le Crocodile.  Please tell me they don't
serve weird food like crocodile, ostrich and snake.  I'll freak!  As we
arrived at the entrance the host greeted us by name.

"Good evening Mr. Worthington, Mr. Masters.  Your table is ready, please
follow me."  I looked at Colin and smiled.

"How'd he know who we were?"  I asked impressed already.  He showed us to a
great table by the window.  I thought it was cute that the waiter's ties
all had little crocodiles on them.  Yep, we were gonna be eating crocodile.
I could feel it in my bones and I think my knees almost gave out in fear.
After we were seated another waiter came up and asked us for our drink
order.  I was going to go with rum and coke, but Colin ordered a bottle of
Cristal.  I began to panic.

"Is it our anniversary or something, or did I miss a special event?"

"No," he smiled as he reached over to take my hand.  "I just thought we
deserved a nice night out, just the two of us."  I still think it would
have been just as nice to cuddle up at the back of a movie theatre and go
down on each other.  This felt more like an event where I have to be on my
best behaviour and watch for people trying to video us like celebrities.
Or maybe after dinner he tells me he's met someone else and is leaving me,
or he's sold the house and we're moving to Bolivia or Angola or something,
or that he can't handle so many people in the house and has sold Blake on
Ebay.  I think I may becoming neurotic.  Thank god I'm going to be a
shrink.  That old saying `physician, heal thyself' is becoming more and
more likely each day.  We talked about random things and looked over the
menu as the Champagne arrived and I almost coughed when I saw the price.
It wasn't the most expensive, but it was still $500 a bottle.  For that
price, I'm keeping the bottle.  I'm gonna have one serious bottle
collection some day.

I guess I'm weird.  I don't mind paying a lot for a hotel room, or to go on
an adventure, but it seems so bizarre to pay a fortune for a meal that'll
be gone in a few minutes.  It would take longer to eat the money itself.
The menu was hard to read and I scanned it quickly trying not to break out
into a cold sweat as I looked for something I understood and recognized.
It was in French with the English translation beneath it...thank God!
There were things like grilled quail and pan seared duck foie-gras,
calvados reduction.  I passed on that as anything with the words fooey
grass in it isn't for me.  There seemed to be a lot of fooey grass as the
next item was a duo of foie-gras tasting, foie-gras terrine, foie-gras
crème brulee, icewine gelee, toa.  Again, don't eat things that have
toes in them.  Nuh uh!  Of course I could just have had the frog's legs in
a chive butter sauce and tomato fondant.  Christ, do you think they would
be upset if I ordered a pizza in while Colin ate.  I went with a lobster
bisque.  I knew what lobster was...and I think bisque is soup or something.

The entrée was actually easier than I thought.  I had the beef
tenderloin, where Colin had the Duo of New Zealand Venison and Duck Confit,
with a black truffle cream sauce and citrus reduction.  If he ate all that
nothing was going be getting a reduction.  He might have to let out his
belt.  I don't think I understood half the menu, but I didn't want to look
like a homo, ummm hobo, and ask about each thing.  I scanned the entire
list and surprisingly there wasn't one crocodile or ostrich on it, although
they did have slow braised rabbits legs.  I wondered how big the rabbit
must have been to give enough for an entrée.  Does that come with or
without the lucky rabbit's foot?  Probably with for those that are
`lack-toes' intolerant... Not so lucky if you're the rabbit.  Now desserts
are a whole different story, I could just have them bring me one of
everything and that would be a good meal.  I should start with dessert.
Colin and I talked about everything from the new house to his work, to
where we should go on our next vacation to how we thought Blake was doing
and more.  It was a great night and the meal was stunning.  I have to admit
it was better than a pizza slice.  I think I may get to like this fancy
dining, once I learn what the hell everything on the menu means.  I will
put my mind to work on studying food and trying new things.  I pulled out
my phones and added it to my bucket list.

"What's that?"  Colin asked.

"Just my bucket list.  I added learning about fine dining food."

"Sweet.  What else is on there?"

"Just weird shit like go to Bangkok."

"It's not as much fun as the name implies, just for the record," he
grinned.

"Well, there goes my trip to Intercourse, Pennsylvania, Anus, France and
Fucking, Austria.  I supposed I should take Long Dong, China off the list
too?  Thought that seemed a little unrealistic for China.  I'd still like
to look at Bald Knob, Arkansas, or Bumpass, Virginia or Dildo,
Newfoundland.  Threeway, Virginia sounds fun."

"Are you just making this shit up, or are those real?"

"No, they're real.  I looked them up on Google.  `Names of cities that
sound dirty.'  Some places I wouldn't go like Muff, Ireland, or Big Beaver,
Saskatchewan, or Titty Ho, UK, but places like Boysack, Scotland or Three
Cocks, Wales might be interesting.  First on my list though is Gofuku,
Japan."

"You really do have a lot of time on your hands don't you?"  Colin laughed.
"So we'll plan a trip to Gofuku Japan then?"

"Nice, I can cross that one off."

"What else is on your list?"

"See the waterfalls at Plitvice, Croatia and while there do a Croatian
boy."

"Let me guess.  All the items on your list have you doing the locals?"

"Not ALL of them.  I have the seven wonders of the world on here and visit
Jurassic Park, with no mention of doing anyone while there," I grinned.

"You know Jurassic Park isn't real right?"

"Well not now that the dinosaurs all escaped and ate everyone.  But as soon
as Jurassic World theme park opens, we're SO going.  It's on my list!"

"Did I ever tell you, you're strange?"  Colin laughed.  "So what are the
seven wonders of the world you have on there? Ancient or Modern?"

"I dunno.  Let's see.  I have the Great Wall of China, The Great Pyramid of
Giza, Taj Mahal, Mayan Ruins, Great Barrier Reef, Amazon Rainforest, and
the Coliseum, which we've already done, so I added Angkor Wat in Cambodia."

"Are those all wonders of the world?"  He asked suspiciously.

"Most are, but I think they have several lists, so I took the ones I
thought looked interesting.  I also came across another interesting thing.
Did you know that semen is an antidepressant?  It has estrone and oxytocin
to help your mood, and a thyrotropin releasing hormone, serotonin and
melatonin, which helps sleep.  Oh and it also has cortisol which helps you
be affectionate.  So the bottom line is you should swallow not spit."  I
read that off my bucket list of things as there is just no way I could
remember all those medical words.  I'm not a genius ya know.

"Dude, you should be the giddiest, most affectionate person to sleep with
on the planet if that was true.  Are you sure about that stuff or are you
making it up so that you can justify blowing everyone?"

Just as he said it, the waiter came up with our desserts and gave a slight
smile and a raised eyebrow.  I just looked up at him and grinned.  "Gives a
whole new meaning to getting a good tip."

He didn't say a word as he placed the desserts.  He professionally asked if
he could bring us anything else, and when we declined, he probably ran into
the back to swallow a few tubes of jizz.  See, the internet is good for
more than just porn.  It has useful facts too.  Once dinner was over, we
jumped back in the limo which took us to the Horseshoes and Hand Grenades
Theatre for the live show of `It Stays in the Room'.  I loved the fact the
Colin and I held hands as a couple from the moment we entered, and touched
each other a lot as we watched the show which was about a bunch of people
telling their true life experiences built into a story.  I was fascinated
by it and really got into the show.  I kept thinking that at some point the
large ostrich eggs hanging over our heads with faces on them would open up
and we'd be getting the yolks.  I had to admit it was the most artsy thing
I've ever done.  We mingled for a while with the cast and audience and most
thought we were a really cute couple.  I think I liked these people.  They
were so different than others we knew.  Once it was time to leave, it was
late and I thought we were going home, but the limo took us to the
Fairmont, where we checked into the presidential suite.

"Are you sure it's not our anniversary or a special event.  It kinda feels
like it," I asked again just to be sure.

"Nope, I just wanted a romantic getaway for the night with my best friend."

"Oh, okay, I'll wait for you at home," I smirked.

He smiled as he stepped up and kissed me.  We made out for what seemed like
an hour before we headed to bed and made love until we fell asleep in each
other's arms.  I wanted to sleep with Colin's cock in my mouth as I held
onto his balls, but he said he wouldn't be able to sleep like that,
especially since I was sucking it like it was a soother.  Too bad, I love
his penis as it's the most perfect one I've ever seen and it was all mine.
I'd say we fucked like rabbits, or possessed people, but that doesn't sound
as romantic as making love.  In the morning I was woken up with a nice
blowjob and more slow gentle love making.  My ass was almost too sore to go
again, but I manned up and took it like a pro.  I swallowed so much of his
cum that I'm not going to be depressed for a good couple of weeks.  It was
an awesome night and I'd have to think up something like that for when I
planned a date night.  As we had breakfast, Colin looked at me, smiled and
fed me some bacon.  God, I love bacon and I love Colin.  If I could have a
bacon flavoured Colin, we'd never get out of the bedroom.

"So do you have any tests or anything today?  Thought maybe we could just
hang out, go somewhere."

"Nope, just a regular day.  Any place in mind?"

"The island?"  I figured that sounded good, so we ran over to the harbour
and chartered a helicopter to Victoria.  We spent a nice day at the Royal
Museum and had high tea at the Empress.  The whole time we flirted and made
sure people knew we were a couple and madly in love.  This is what is was
like when we first went out, before we had kids running all over the place.
I mean technically Blake is almost a teenager, so just give him some cash
and freedom and he probably wouldn't even know we were gone.  He could live
in the house by himself with Kyle and Troy and turn it into a frat pad,
while Colin and I jetted around the world being playboy billionaires in
love.  We'd visit all the `Q' clubs all over the world and be treated like
VIP's everywhere we went.  So far I'm loving the idea, but I snapped back
to reality when he said we had to be going.  We grabbed the helicopter back
to the mainland and headed home.  It was just coming up on dinner time and
as we entered, our world flooded back to us.  The kids were running around
giggling and screaming with the twins trying to use Malcolm to save them as
he tried to get dinner prepared.  All of them, except for Malcolm, were
naked.

"What are you guys doing," I said trying to be heard over the noise.

"Playing slap tag," Cory said as he looked up at us.  He saw Blake close-by
and whacked him on the dick.  "You're it!"

Blake ran over and smiled.  "Cory's staying over.  We're sleeping in the
tree house tonight.  If you want to join us you can, but you have to be
naked.  See ya."

"Okay, but go play in the other room.  Malcolm is trying to get dinner
ready and you don't want food spilled on you," Colin told him.

"So bossy.  I'm so gonna whack you in the nuts if you play," he said as
they ran off.  Told you he wouldn't miss us.

Colin and I changed and joined everyone at the table.  Malcolm had made a
pretty good meal of lasagna and salad.  It's no rabbit legs or braised
possum butthole on fooey grass, but it was good solid food.  Everyone was
home, including Chance, who was becoming a regular fixture around here.  It
still amazes me that we have all these guys in the house and the place is
basically clean all the time, except for a few kids toys and the odd piece
of clothing.  If this was a straight boy house, it would probably smell
like a locker room and look like a college dorm.

"So we have to get out of the house for a couple of days while they link
the two houses together," Colin announced.  "They're going to do the access
to the underground garage as well.  Once that's done, the new place is
ready to go and you'll be able to move in.  You can probably go furniture
shopping on the weekend."

"So why do we have to leave?"  Alex asked.

"They'll be doing a lot of jack hammering through the concrete and it's not
something we're going to want to be here for.  I figure we hit a hotel and
have some peace and quiet."

"Dad, why don't we all go out to bare island?  We haven't been there all
winter.  There's enough room in the cabin and the boat for all of us,"
Blake suggested.

"That could be fun," I agreed.  So it was settled that we'd spend the next
couple of days on the island.  Colin said he'd make arrangements for a
second boat to be on call, in case we couldn't coordinate our schedules
using just our boat.  It was only for a couple of days and while we had
lots of other options, it seemed like a fun adventure this way.  It was
really too cold to be going swimming on the beach at this time of year, but
there was plenty of exploring to do, and the kids could run around the
island, make a fire, roast marshmallows and hot dogs, and be generally
explorers.  It would be like camping, just without sleeping in the dirt or
pooping in an outhouse.

After dinner, a few of us were in the hot tub as Blake ran in and jumped
into the pool.  He was followed closely by Cory.

"Cannonballs," Cory yelled as he leapt into the water almost landing on
Blake.

"I think it's just `cannonball'," I corrected.

"Nuh Uh!  I used both balls."  He said swimming over to the side and
climbing out.  Okay, he had me there.  While the boys played around for a
while I remembered I had a video to watch so I went down to the adult
playroom and asked ADAM to play the video of Dickson and Robyn together.  I
was totally impressed by what I saw.  She had used every moment of her hour
and once she got into it, she was like a dominatrix.  He was getting it
from everywhere.  She rode his cock, sat on his face, fucked his ass with
the strap on and had him in all sorts of positions.  A few times the look
on his face said it all.  I'm willing to bet he'll be more receptive to sex
with me now.  I don't think being a slave appealed to him, but Robyn sure
had fun.  I'll have to invite her to an S&M party sometime.  She can be the
dungeon master.  Damn that was a hot video.  I saved it to my collection.

By the time I got back upstairs Malcolm had turned his little charges over
to their parents and was in the hot tub.  Since I'd been having such a
romantic time with Colin, it seemed wrong to make a move on the babysitter,
despite him sitting naked in the water looking all fine with perky nipples.

"Any big plans for tonight?" I asked as I made small talk and slipped in
with them.

"Nothing major.  I have a date and hopefully she'll spend the night."

"Well if she doesn't and you're left with blue balls, you know where to
find us.  Don't just jerk off and waste it," I offered.  He laughed.

"This is so different than other places I've lived.  Can't imagine my other
friends offering to take care of me like that."

"You need better friends then," I chuckled almost reaching over to take
hold of his cock to prove my point, but I restrained myself.  I wonder if
you can actually do that?  Restrain yourself?  Then once you're restrained
how could you have sex with yourself?  Seems a little pointless if you ask
me.  Much better to have someone else restrain you.  Oh, and just for the
record, the true definition of a `selfie' is a blowjob...We went to check
on Blake and Cory out in the tree house, but as we got closer and heard
what they were up to, we decided to just leave them alone.  They were
talking boy talk and we sure didn't need to fuel the conversation.

The next day we packed a few things and left them in the boat.  We agreed
to meet later in the day and go out to the island together.  As soon as I
got back to the University, Tripp ran up to me excitedly.  "Dude, you
should have been here yesterday.  "Remember that guy and his girlfriend in
the stairwell?"

"Yeah."

"They came back!"

"So did he fuck you?"

"Almost.  I think he was just about to as his girlfriend kept saying if he
did it that he could screw all her friends this weekend at their pyjama
party.  Never seen a straight boy so conflicted."

"So what happened?"  I asked intrigued and almost sorry I'd missed this.

"Just as I think he was about to agree, another couple came down and he
chickened out."

"Then what?"

"Then nothing.  I left as it would have been weird with me just standing
there watching two straight couples make out.  I'm not a pervert."

"Since when?"  I laughed.  "You think he'll show up again today?"

"I dunno, but that's why I'm here.  Let's go find out."

We raced for the stairwell and found ourselves alone.  I have to admit I
felt a lot of disappointment as I really love seeing a straight boy's face
the first time they fuck a guy and realize it's not as gross as they
picture in their head.  In fact most like it enough to cum quickly.  They
all know we're way tighter than any pussy they've ever fucked, but will
never actually admit it to anyone, except maybe the guy they've just
fucked.  We waited for a few minutes and when no one showed up, I dropped
the back of Tripp's pants, bent him over and gave him a quick one before we
headed back to meet our friends for the morning coffee.

That night, there was more than enough room in the cabin for all of us,
especially since Kyle had decided to stay with Chance at his place in the
Academy, and Troy had called J.P. and Ryan to stay there.  The kids loved
sleeping up in the loft, especially with Blake taking charge of everything.
The rest of us pulled out the mattresses and slept downstairs, and actually
behaved ourselves.  Mainly because the boys could look over the edge of the
loft at any time and see us, which wouldn't be a good image for the little
ones.  Blake on the other hand was liable to video it all and sell it
online.  I still think the island would be a cool place to live full time,
especially when it was just Colin and I.  We'd be like naked pioneers.  The
gay Blue Lagoon...just with a boat to get back to the city when we needed
stuff.  I was excited to get back and see the houses completed and almost
couldn't wait to see what they had done.

I was more than a little disappointed when we returned home on day three to
find a boarded up wall in the basement blocking access to the newly opened
spaces.  The same was true of the accesses to the other house.  I guess
they had hammered through the concrete but the rest of the finishing work
had to be done.  Colin assured us it would take less than a week, but the
new house was ready to begin moving things into.  It was time to go out
furniture shopping, but first we were given the grand tour.  The fence
between the two houses had been removed and it was now one large front and
back yard, so it made the property look massive, like a ranch or something.
Should buy a horse so I can ride over to visit my brother when I wanted to.
We went to the front door and Jason opened it up and invited us all in.  We
had deliberately stayed out as it was being finished so we could be
surprised.  As we looked around, I loved the muted earth tones of the
walls, and the feature walls.  One with a stone fireplace and the other
with giant floor to ceiling windows.  We started on the upper floor where
there were six bedrooms, all well designed to handle anything for the
future.  Currently the boys all wanted to live in the same room, so it had
been created with a removable wall that folded away.  Later on, when they
wanted privacy, the wall could be moved back and the rooms separated again.
Even then, it could have a connecting door if they wanted it.  There were
no muted color tones here.  The room was brightly painted in a variety of
colors that apparently the boys had picked out themselves.  Personally, I
think they just pulled every color chip off the wall and said `that one'.
Both sides had their own bathrooms, which meant that the current double
size room had two bathrooms in it.  Blake had decided that the room next to
theirs would be his for when he visited with Cory.  I reminded him that the
houses were attached and he could just go back to his own room, but that
was like talking to a deaf diva.  He had already decided, and both he and
Cory were working on plans to decorate it, or so he said. The master
bedroom didn't seem as big as the room they had in our house, but I suppose
they didn't need it to be as they now had a whole house to themselves.
Back downstairs, the last minute addition of the suite for Malcolm was
nice.  It had a similar design to the one we had, with its own separate
entrance, kitchen, living room and bedroom, ideal for a bachelor.

On the main level was the kitchen, living room, great room and pool/gym
area.  The new pool was insane.  It went across the back yard as a wide lap
pool, but also had an oval part that came right into the house.  At one
end, closest to our house, a couple of diving boards had been put in.  One
lower and one higher.  There was also a waterslide that started from the
second floor balcony, and snaked between the two diving boards.  It wasn't
one of those small backyard waterslides either.  This was one that had
rushing water on it like a professional slide.  A glass wall separated the
pool, hot tub and gym from the rest of the house, and another sliding wall
could be activated to seal across the oval part to separate the inside from
the outside, although you could just swim under if you wanted to.  They
showed us how it worked and I'm pretty sure the boys would play with it all
day long.  For security reasons, the inner glass wall was strong enough to
prevent a burglary.  The living room had floor to ceiling windows that
allowed a full unobstructed view of the new yard.  Our old outdoor pool had
been emptied and covered and was now a tennis court.  There was a running
track off to the left of the yard with a hedge maze in the centre of it.
The tree house was almost dead centre of the new yard.

"Here's the coolest part," Jason said as he hit a button and the windows
around the pool darkened and sealed it off from the living room.  "So if
we're entertaining and don't want to see the pool, we can just make it
disappear."  It was just like the windows in our house that could darken
and lighten as we needed them, but this seemed cooler as it could hide the
pool and gym. There was also a spiral staircase that went up from the
indoor pool area so people could come and go without running through the
main house.  That was well thought out.  Handy if you were having a formal
get together and the kids were running around in the pool.  The basement
was a large family room and media center, decked out with proper flooring
for the kids and lots of storage areas for toys.  The media centre was
similar to ours, set up like a movie theatre with the wiring for the
electronics that would be in place shortly.  The house felt comfortable and
everyone was excited about it as we explored.  Outside they had a six car
garage, which they felt was more than enough.  I remember thinking that too
for our place.  Now look at us.  We were about to have enough parking for
almost 30 vehicles.  Shopping malls don't have this much parking.  I think
I felt a little sad that Jason and Alex were moving away, but since we were
still on the same property it didn't hurt as much as if they moved to New
Zealand or Zimbabwe, or god help us, Surrey.  Crime was up like 23% in
Surrey, which was only a couple of cities over from us, and not the good
crime, like public nudity, flashers or sex in the woods, but violent stuff
like murders and Black Friday stampedes.  I was already planning their
housewarming party.  We would have to send the kids to my parents for the
night as it would have to be one massive party using both houses.  I could
already feel how sore my dick and ass would be.  We'd invite everyone we
knew and everyone my online apps, grind'r, hornet, daddyhunt, facebook,
twitter, tumbler, Instagram, snapchat, pinterest, linkedin, flickr, google
plus, whatsapp and omegle. No wonder I never had time for anything else
just keeping all these up to date.  I'm sure there would even be straight
boys and girls that would sneak in too.  I was already thinking of a theme.
Game of Thrones?  We'll see if I get some better ideas.  My mind
immediately went to Lonny and maybe the theme could be a mass
kidnapping. (Roleplay kidnapping of course).  How about a construction
theme to celebrate the end of the construction.  We all start out as some
sort of construction worker.  I'll be the pipe layer, or the tunnel
inspector with the extra-large boring machine.  Okay, I can work with that.
Construction theme it is!  Write that down for later.

Once we'd seen the house and written down some of the things we needed, we
made a day of shopping and found some cool furniture at Ethan Allen.  Jason
and Alex said they would just use the furniture they had from their room as
well as the boys, and would buy new stuff for our house, which made sense.
Jason remarked that they didn't need expensive items, especially with the
boys making a mess of everything, but we insisted they have good quality,
so that it would last.  Anyone could decorate in Ikea sheik, but we had an
image to uphold.  Well, we didn't, but we would.  We needed furniture that
could not only handle messy active kids, but messy active sex parties, or
maybe that was just my house.  Malcolm offered to pay for the furniture for
his new place, but we wouldn't hear of it.  I think the sales rep at Ethan
Allen was drooling the entire time as we walked around with him and pointed
out things we wanted.  He frantically wrote them down and asked about
colors, etc.  He made sure everything was in stock, or recommended other
items to accent things.  I'm sure he thought he'd won the lottery.  I
almost passed out when he totalled up the bill, but Colin never even
blinked.  Ethan Allen promised to deliver everything during the week and
set it up for us.  So that was done.  I offered to help Jason and Alex with
their packing, even though I didn't really want them leaving.

"Best if you just leave things the way they are," Colin suggested.  "Once
your new furniture arrives and has been set up, we'll have the movers just
take things straight from here to your new place and set it up the same
way.  No need to waste time packing."  There's no point arguing as knowing
Colin he'd already arranged the movers.

I kinda wondered what Colin and I were going to do with all the space in
the house now.  The giant bedroom was free, the kid's room was free, Troy
would be moving out soon.  God, the whole place might echo it would be so
empty.  I'll have to talk to him about it and see what his thoughts were.
I was thinking we could ask Ben and Reece again if they wanted to move in,
or perhaps make it satellite `Q' hangout, or maybe we could foster some
more kids.  Then I thought about how well it was going with Blake and
dismissed the idea quickly.  One sex crazed `almost' teenager was enough.

When I thought about Ben and Reece, I figured I was overdue for a trip to
the Academy, so I went to jump in the car to head over and see them.  We
talked on the phone a lot, or texted and stuff, but they really needed to
be included in things more.  "Where ya going?"  Blake asked as he ran up to
me.

"The Academy to see Ben and Reece," I told him.

"Cool," he said as he got in the car.  I bent over and looked through the
driver's side door.

"Would you like to go?" I asked redundantly as he fastened his seat belt.

"Yep.  It's fun over there.  That's where I'm going to school when I'm 14,"
he announced as I got in and we headed off.  That's what he thinks.  I
could just imagine a horny 14 year old Blake at the Academy.  The amount of
sex he would have would make me look like a monk in comparison.  Not a good
idea.  First we'll let him figure out who he likes better, boys or girls,
then we'll decided the right school.  If he's gay, an all girls school.  If
he's straight, military school.  We pulled up at the Academy and raced up
to the dorms.

It was unusually quiet, but we found Ben watching TV.  "Hey guys!  What
brings you here?"

"Stopping by to see you and Reece and just hang out for a bit," I said as I
sat down beside him and Blake sat on the opposite side.

"Guess what I got to do?  I got to dive with Tom Daley."

"Who's that?"  Ben asked.

"Just the best diver in the world.  We went to England and I got to do
dives with him and spent time chillin'.  Even Harry and Liam from One
Direction joined us after.  It was epic sic.  Wanna see the pictures?"

Before Ben had a chance to answer Blake had the phone out showing him
everything, including the videos.  "Wow, you are great at diving and I have
to admit Tom is really cute."  He looked at me and smiled.  I tried not to
give him any indication that we'd done anything, but he probably knows me
well enough to at least assume I'd tried.  "Looks like you had a great
trip," Ben smiled.

"Hey!"  Said a voice coming up behind us.  We both turned to look as saw
Greg coming back to the lounge area.  "Hi Blake."

"Hey Greg.  You live here now?"

"Nope, just visiting Ben," he said as he jumped over the back of the couch
and bounced down beside us.  "We're gonna go for a massage later.  Zane
decided to become an apprentice with Cole and Arden, so he invited us to
practice on."

"That should make for an interesting massage," I smirked.  I could already
see him climbing on every guy that lay on the table.  "Never seen a massage
therapist in a kilt before."

"He alternates between the kilt and colorful jock straps now.  Still the
same Zane though," Ben said enthusiastically.

"When are you guys going down for your massages?"

"In about 15 minutes.  You should come with us."

"Sweet, I could use a massage.  My muscles are all sore," Blake smiled as
he rubbed his shoulders as if to emphasize the point.

I agreed that it would be nice to go down and see the guys.  "Where's Reece
today?"

"Went out to Mount Seymour."

"Lucky Seymour," I giggled.

"Skiing...up on Mount Seymour pervert!"  Ben laughed.  "They get enough of
everything else right here in the dorms."

"How come you didn't go?"  I asked.

"Greg and I made our own plans, and neither of us had enough money to go.
We'd have to rent snowboards and equipment and stuff, plus get winter
clothes."

"Dude, if you need money for stuff like that just let me know.  You're
family, so whatever you need just ask.  Don't be left out of things because
of money," I said almost chastising him.

"You already give me enough, plus Greg was here and we'd agreed to hang out
for the day anyway."

"Okay, but I'll transfer some more money to your account.  I don't want you
missing out and it's okay to pay for friends too."

"Thanks Justin, you're the best," he said leaning over to give me a hug.

"So Blake wanna go check out the school and stuff?"  Greg offered.

"Nah, I've seen it before.  My Dads own it, so I gotta keep a low profile.
I'm kind of a celebrity around here."

"And an egomaniac," I added.

"I am not!..." he said emphatically looking at Ben and Greg.  "What's an
egomaniac," he asked when he looked back at me.

"Someone who has a big head.  Thinks overly high of himself," I explained.

"I DO NOT have a big head," he snapped.  "It's just the right size.  I just
have a lot of hair."  He put his hands on his head to measure it.  Then
stood up and headed off down the hall.

"Where are you going?"  I asked.

"To the bathroom.  Just checking on something," he replied.  I almost
laughed.  Greg ran after him.

"He must be fun to live with," Ben said smiling as we watched the two of
them leave.

"He's a riot, that's for sure.  Speaking of that.  Jason, Alex and the boys
are moving into their own house next week.  That leaves a lot of space in
our place.  We'd still love it if you would come and live with us."

"Thanks, but it's really awesome here.  I have great friends now.  Reece is
like my big brother.  Greg is my best friend, plus we're getting along in
other ways too...if you know what I mean."

"I'm sure I do.  You working on becoming boyfriends?"

"Not looking to put a label on it, but we kinda do everything boyfriends
would do.  He sleeps over a lot and he's fun to be with.  Reece gets along
with him too."

Blake walked back in a hurry.  "Nope, my heads not too big.  It's just the
right size.  So you were wrong.  It just looks bigger `cause of my hair.
Hey! Did you tell Greg he couldn't do naked stuff with me anymore?"

"I may have hinted at it and suggested he be with someone his own age," I
admitted thinking back to my conversation with him at scout camp.

"You suck.  He's 14 and I know him from Scouts, so it's not like he's a
stranger."

"Blake, you don't have to have sex with everyone you meet.  It's okay to
keep your clothes on for at least part of a day," I suggested.

"Yeah, well if you keep incriminating everyone I know, then I'll not be
having it with anyone, will I?" He said as he sat down again.

"I don't `intimidate' everyone you know, I just look out for you.  It's
still up to you what you do and who you do it with, as long as it's legal.
Where's Greg now?"  I asked hoping he wasn't avoiding us because of this.

"He said he'd just be a minute.  A boy in the shower asked him for a
blowjob.  I asked for one too, but he said he couldn't `cause you said not
to."

Point...Justin.  I'm slowly winning the battle.  True to his word, Greg
arrived about five minutes later and we all looked at him with a smile.

"What?  Oh, let me guess.  Blake told you I was busy," he grinned.

"Around here, that's hardly a news flash.  Seems like you've come a long
way since the last time I saw you."

"Yeah, the snake's out of the can now, that's for sure.  And my snake gets
lots of can..." he smirked grabbing his crotch.

"That's probably more than I needed to know."  I would actually love to
know everything, but not with Blake here.  He knows way more than he should
already.  Ben said it was time to go, so we trotted off to the basement and
knocked on the massage room door.  Cole opened it, where he, Arden and Zane
were all waiting.  They greeted us excitedly and asked if we were going to
join in for massages.

"Sure, why not?  You know I love how well you do them.  I always feel so
relaxed afterward."

Zane re-introduced himself to Blake.  "Would you like a massage too?" he
asked.

"Sure.  I like them, but just don't tickle my feet, or my sides, or my arm
pits, or any other part where I'm ticklish."

"Noted.  So who's going first?"  It was decided that since Ben and Greg had
made the appointment, they would go first.  Zane would work on Ben and
Arden would work on Greg.  I said I'd wait so that Blake and I could go at
the same time.  It gave Cole and I time to catch up.  Blake was more
interested in watching the massages.  He peeked under the towels covering
both boys.  He said he was checking to see if you had to be naked or wear
underwear.  Something tells me that was just an excuse to see their bums.

"He looks more like you every time I see him," Cole said as we sat
together.

"Scary part is he's starting to act more like me too, and he's not even 13
yet.  I can't imagine what he'll be like when his friends become as sexual
as he is.  I may have created a sex addict."

"And that's bad because?..."  he grinned as he patted my leg.

"Keep doing that," I said softly "and you may extra work to help a really
stiff muscle."

"Already part of the service.  You want the full treatment today
considering Blake is here?"

"Yeah, surprisingly it wouldn't be the first time he's seen me having sex."

"Why do I not find that a news flash?"  He chuckled as we both looked over
at Blake.  Zane was giving him instructions on how to massage Ben's back
and he seemed to be enjoying himself.  The massages went on for a while
until both guys turned over.  Blake had to look under the towels again.
First he checked Ben's and a large grin broke out on his face and he
quickly ran over to check Greg.

"Whoa!  Do massages always do that?"  He asked Arden.

"A lot of times they do, especially if you're relaxed and enjoying it."

He went back over to help massage Ben's chest and almost couldn't stop
staring at the bulge under the towel.  As Zane removed it and began oiling
up Ben's upper thighs and everything else, Blake came over to me and sat
down.

He put his hand up to my ear and whispered.  "Check it out, Dad.  He's
getting his penis massaged.  I think I'm gonna like massages.  I might need
one every day."

"You do know that not all massages include that, right?" I replied.

"Doesn't seem like it would as much fun then.  I gotta go back and watch
the rest."

He trotted over to Ben and Zane where the action had picked up
considerably.  Zane was taking care of Ben's erection and he appeared to be
as good at giving head as he was a being a bottom.  He had no problem deep
throating the entire thing.  Arden wasn't working on Greg the same way,
probably due to the age difference, but Blake sensed an opportunity, and in
a flash went over and played with Greg's cock, and cupped his balls.  Greg
looked up to see who was handling his junk, and when he realized it was
Blake, his head shot to the right to look at me, almost in horror.  I just
smiled and shrugged.  He lay back and put his arm over his eyes.  Blake was
so busy with Greg that he didn't notice Zane pulling Ben to the end of the
table and putting his legs over his shoulders.  He removed his jock strap
and lubed up before entering Ben.  I was a bit surprised at this
development.

"Since when is Zane a top?"  I whispered to Cole.

"We suggested that he might be a better masseuse if he learned to be more
versatile.  He's been practicing being a top whenever he can.  For a power
bottom, he's actually not bad."

He fucked Ben deep and stroked his cock.  We were only distracted for a
minute when we heard Blake cheering, and watched as he released Greg's cock
that was now dripping with cum.  I guess my boy knows how to give a great
handjob.  Another proud father moment for me.  Ben was the next to cum and
Zane pulled out as soon as Ben had finished.  He apparently had not shot
his own load.  I guess he likes being a bottom way more than being a top.
With the massages over, it was now time for Blake and I.  Both Cole and
Arden were going to be my masseuses and Zane continued as Blake's.  We both
undressed down to our underwear and waited as the guys prepared the tables
for us with a new sheet.  Seemed a little unnecessary, but they were trying
to be professional.

How old are you Blake?"  Zane asked.

"Pretty much 13," He said trying to look bigger than he was.

"Have you ever had a massage before," he asked.

"Sure, all the time," he lied.  "But just for fun not like this at all."

"Okay, I'll take it easy with no deep tissue massage, just light."

Blake watched as I climbed on the table in my shorts and he did the same
thing.  Zane threw the towel over him and then reached under to pull his
shorts off.  Cole and Arden had stripped to their underwear, as both Blake
and I put our heads in the donut holes to stare at the floor.  I was
enjoying being massaged by the two guys.  It was double the fun and I heard
Zane talking casually to Blake and telling him what muscle he was working
on.  I couldn't see, but from the giggling and noises from Blake, he seemed
to be enjoying himself.  Despite Blake mentioning not to tickle him, I
probably should have given Zane additional warnings that Blake was super
ticklish, but he'd figure it out, especially when he got to the toes.  I
could see Arden's legs and feet as he stood above my head and worked my
back and shoulders.  Cole's hands went under the towel and pulled off my
underwear.  I think he deliberately slipped a finger between my cheeks.  He
began by kneading my ass.  I was already half hard and well on my way to
steel pole, which would soon be followed by insane crazy horny.  I told you
I like massages.  The towel was removed and Cole worked from my lower back
to the soles of my feet and back up, making sure to pour oil into my ass
crack and work his fingers deeper and deeper into it.  Arden pulled his
underwear off and stuck his boner under the donut hole so that it was in my
line of sight.  Who was I to complain?  I moved an arm so that I could take
hold of it and stroke him slowly and covertly.  With Blake lying face down
I probably could have sucked Arden off but this was more erotic.  I felt
Cole kiss my ass and pulled my cheeks apart as he worked down to my hole
and rubbed across it.  I was fully hard and there was no turning back now.
I needed to relieve all my tension, which after all is the purpose of a
massage.  I heard Blake shriek and giggle loudly from the other table and
figured Zane had gotten to the feet.  Knowing that it was Zane doing the
massage, I turned my head to quickly check that things were still okay.
Zane was rubbing Blake's lower body and running his thumbs along the centre
of his ass as he went up and down.  Each time he touched his bum, Blake
giggled.  I smiled to myself and then watched as Zane kissed Blake's ass.
My mind was going at a hundred miles an hour as I tried to decide if I was
going to let this proceed where I thought it might.  Zane was the horniest
and sluttiest 14 year old I knew, and Blake wasn't going to stop him from
having fun.  I'd just keep a close eye on things.

I felt Cole's finger slip into my ass causing me to gasp and turn my
attention back to the fun I was having.  Arden moved to the side of me and
blocked my view of Blake and Zane.  I wanted to push him out of the way,
but when he raised his cock to my mouth, I willingly accepted it, like a
baby with a pacifier.  If Blake looked over he wouldn't see anything except
Arden's ass.  I quietly sucked on him as my ass was being probed by a
finger, then a thumb, then a tongue and back to a finger.  I was just
getting into it when I heard Zane tell Blake to turn over.  I was also told
to turn over.  They must have a clock somewhere to keep them on schedule.
The towel was put back over my crotch, which was good so that no one could
tie a flag around my cock and have me wave it for them.  Arden moved enough
that I could see Blake.  He had a towel over his waist too and another over
his eyes, which Zane told him would help with the light.  Good idea.  The
massage continued, and I got four hands working me from temple to toes.
Cole made sure to brush my balls a few times although we both knew he
didn't have to `accidentally' touch them.  I was more than willing to be
touched and ridden like a thoroughbred and put away wet.

I heard Zane whistle.  "Wow, you have a huge penis for a 12 year old."  I
grinned to myself thinking of how big a smile would be on Blake's face from
that comment.  Of course it also meant that Zane had removed the towel.
Cole ran his hand under my towel and stroked my shaft a few times before he
tossed the towel aside completely.  I had my eyes closed at this point and
was just enjoying myself.  I knew Blake was basically blindfolded and
wouldn't be peeking as he hadn't been told he could.  Arden lifted the back
of my head and pulled out the head rest, so he could lower me back gently.
I was now staring, upside down at his cock again.  I liked this position as
the cock could go straight down my throat.  I opened up after casually
glancing over at Blake to make sure he wasn't looking.  He wasn't.  Arden
began to slide his 9 inch dick in and out of my mouth, followed by Cole
sucking me and taking it all the way down to the root.  He almost gagged a
couple of times and I wanted him to be quiet so he wouldn't attract
attention from the other table.

"Whoa, you can cum already?  Cool.  That's how I know you are enjoying the
massage.  Don't worry, that happens a lot," Zane said.  "I'll just grab a
towel and clean it up."  I smiled to myself and wondered what Zane had done
to get Blake to blow.  Of course, knowing Blake, it could have been as
simple as brushing against his balls.  I glanced over and Blake was still
lying with the small towel over his eyes smiling like he'd just won a gold
medal.

"Sorry, it does that a lot," Blake said in response.

"No worries dude, we're all guys it happens to all of us," Zane laughed as
he wiped Blake's stomach.

I was rubbing my hands up and down Arden's legs and playing with his ass as
he fucked my face.  My neck was getting a bit sore, so I finally had to
push him back and lift up.  The headrest was put back in place and I
watched as Arden went down with Cole and they shared my cock.  I like
sharing.  I glanced over at Blake and then quickly closed my eyes.  Zane
was now giving his cock and balls a full massage, despite him just having
cum.  Neither Cole nor Arden were paying attention to anything but my cock
and I just kept my eyes closed.  I felt lube being applied to my pole and
then the table moved and creaked a little as Arden straddled me.  His hands
began to rub my chest and tweak my nipples and I felt my cock being placed
against his ass.  He slowly lowered himself onto me and I entered his firm
ass.  He smiled as he leaned down to kiss me.  As he sat back up, he
stroked his dick faster and rode me harder.  There was no stopping the
momentum now, and he quickly blasted his load all over my chest.  I heard
Zane from the other table and glanced over to see what was happening.  He
was now naked and jerking himself off as he stood beside Blake giving him a
deep throat blowjob.  I just closed my eyes again.  Blake would be
pestering me to come for a daily massage now for sure.

"Turn over again," Cole said after the cum was wiped off me and Arden had
climbed off.  I still had a raging boner, but I'd had enough massages from
Cole to know what was next.  Arden pulled his shorts back on and gently
rubbed my back as Cole opened my legs using the table wings.  He stepped in
between them and rubbed my ass with plenty of oil.  Cole decided to be a
bit more discrete with Blake next to us, so he put a towel over my ass and
I heard him pull his cock out as he stepped up and ran it along my ass
crack hidden from view.  He knew what he was doing and pushed inside as I
relaxed.  I sighed at the enjoyment of it and Cole was so big that it felt
amazing.  It didn't take him long to begin to fuck me, and I noticed he was
being really quiet as he did it.  Kudos to him for that.  Arden meanwhile
had gotten under the table and was sucking my cock as it hung beneath me.
I think my favorite type of massage was now the double masseuse one.
They've spoiled me now for other types.  I wasn't going to last long with
all this stimulation.  I took another glance over at Blake and he had his
knees up, with Zane's head deep between his legs and was squirming all over
the place.  It was so hard not to say anything to them.  Speaking of
hard...I was ready to fire all thrusters into Arden as the pair of them
worked on me.  Cole was hitting all the right spots in my ass and normally
I would have announced that I was cumming, but this time I just quietly
blasted off.  I almost felt sorry for Arden as I heard him cough and
swallow what I offered without warning.  Cole gripped me tighter and filled
me up with his hot white lava, also being quiet.  He was just about done
and I looked over to Blake and Zane.  Greg had moved behind Zane and was
obviously fucking him quietly.  I noticed that Greg was staring intently at
Blake as he drilled the willing masseuse who was still playing with Blake's
hard dick.  I closed my eyes although it seemed a little redundant as I
could hear everything anyway.  I only opened my eyes when I heard Zane
announce he was going to cum and watched as he jizzed all over Blake's
chest.  Blake gave the required `wows' and `cools' as he pulled off the
towel covering his eyes.  Zane licked all his cum off Blake's chest and
Greg pulled out of his ass, still watching Blake.  Somehow I think he was
fantasizing that he'd fucked Blake and not Zane.  Now that the massages
were officially over, the two of us were definitely `happy'.  None more so
than Blake.  As we jumped in the shower together to get the oil off, he
turned and hugged me tight.  I smiled and hugged him back, before pulling
us apart and finishing up.

"I like massages, but they tickle too much on the feet and stomach," he
said.

"True, but when you get older you learn to handle that better," I smiled.

"I'm gonna show Cory how to do it, so we can give each other massages."

"Something tells me you'll just end up tickling each other until you both
pee yourselves," I laughed.  He smiled as we dried off.  Thankfully we
didn't discuss the sex he'd just had.  I'm hoping that the more he does it,
the less interesting he'll find it.  Seems to have worked well for me and
the guys.  Oh wait, no it hasn't.  This is another chapter in bad parenting
101.  We still had some time, so we all went swimming for half an hour.  It
wasn't like at home where we splashed around; it was more like exercise as
we swam lengths together.  Blake was really good and I almost had trouble
keeping up with him.  He also dove a few times just to show off a bit.  On
a couple of occasions as he prepared to dive off the side of the pool deck,
I could see the beginning of some serious abs on him.  He was going to be
one hot teenager if he kept active like he was.  By the time we returned to
the dorms, many of the boys were back and Reece was among them.  Blake
excitedly told him about our day and didn't leave out the graphic details.
Reece just smiled and looked at me.  I shrugged as if it were totally out
of my control.  Some days I think it is.

Their bedroom door flew open and a shirtless flamboyant guy, probably
around 16 or 17 charged in.  "Reece, grab your balls and let's hit the
sh...hey!  Who's the cute blonde?"

He was staring directly at me, but the answer came from elsewhere.  "I'm
Blake.  I'm their brother."

"Nice to meet you Blake," he said not taking his eyes off me.  "And who's
the other hottie?"

"Where?"  Blake asked looking around.  He can be such a bitch sometimes.

"I'm Lachlan, but my friends call me Lock," he said coming up and giving me
his hand.  It was the softest, most girly hand I'd ever felt.  His skin was
a light brown and his hair was almost black and hung across his eyes from
one side.  He had to keep flipping it back.  He looked like a cross between
a transgender and emo fem boy, but seriously sexy and the light brown skin
made him even hotter and more exotic.

"I'm Justin," I said as he went from shaking my hand to hugging me and
giving my ass a squeeze.

"Oooh, so tight.  I love older guys.  You wanna join us?  We're just going
to take a shower after our ski day," he gushed.  He was so feminine he made
Forrest look like an MMA fighter.

"Are you a boy or a girl?"  Blake asked bluntly.  I almost snorted out
loud.

"Honey, I'm a boy.  How old are you sweetie?"

"13.  How old are you?"

"17," he said putting his arm around Blake's shoulder.  "You're adorable.
You look like your big brother.  Look me up when you turn 14 and I'll give
you a good one."

"A good what?"  Blake asked looking up at him with his eyes wide.  I don't
think he'd met anyone quite like Lochlan.

"If you have to ask you're obviously not old enough for one," he said.

"Whatever.  Which brother do I look like?" He asked looking at Reece and
Ben.  He identified both of them as brothers.

"Justin.  He has the same eyes and the same blonde hair."

Blake giggled.  "He's not my brother.  He's my Dad."

"Dad?  Now I've really got to get to know you better.  You could be my
first very Daddy.  But damn girl, if he's 13 that means you're at least 30.
You gotta tell me what you do to look so young."

"I'm actually only 21.  It's a long story, but Blake is family and my
husband and I are his Dads."

"God," he squeaked "this just gets better and better.  Now you're married
too?  I think I'm in love.  You're cute, a daddy and married.  If you have
a big dick to go with it I might just have met the perfect guy."

I like this guy.  He makes me feel special.  I might just take him home and
keep him around for my daily ego boosts.  Blake was jumping around killing
himself laughing.  I put my hand over his mouth to shut him up, but he was
already well into his antics.  He pulled my hand away.  "He's got a giant
penis.  So do I."

"Reece?"  Lochlan asked looking at his friend.

Reece nodded and put his hands wide apart.  Lochlan spun around like a
ballerina, and then wrapped his arms around my neck and whispered in my
ear.  "Can I see it?"

"It's nice to meet you, Lochlan.  We're actually just on our way home, but
you're welcome to come over next time Ben and Reece visit," I offered.  He
may want to see my penis, but I was trying to act all mature and casual
today.  It'll make him want to see me again.  Plus I like that he flatters
me like he does.  Of course I wanted to see him naked too.

"It's a date.  I'll be seeing you soon baby.  Come on Reece.  I'm horny
after seeing super hottie here.  I need a good stiff...uhh, shower."

Reece smirked and grabbed his towel.  He gave Blake and I a hug and left
with Lochlan.

"He seems nice," I grinned to Greg and Ben. "Perfect eyesight and
impeccable taste too."

"He's actually a great guy.  A little much to handle sometimes, but
definitely never boring," Greg admitted.

"He is famous for telling major lies though," Ben smirked.  I pouted.

They walked us out, and as we passed by the bathroom, I almost popped my
head in to see what was going on.  I really wanted to see the new boy
naked.  If the rest of him was as smooth as his hands, I'd want to lick him
all over.  I had a feeling he probably shaved everything including his legs
and underarms.  I'd put money on it.

"So stop by the weekend after next.  We're setting up the new house and
we'll make a party of it," I told them.  "Let Reece know as well."

"and Lochlan?"  Ben asked with a knowing look.

"Sure, the more the merrier," I said trying not to sound like it mattered.
My dick was thinking it mattered.  That boy was a flaming bottom if ever
there was one, and I'd blast a half dozen loads into him to try and put the
fire out, but I have a feeling it might just make the flames bigger.

That next weekend the furniture arrived on schedule, and it took the
delivery guys all day to set it up, but they had brought a large team to do
it.  Jason and Alex had begun moving some of the smaller things from their
house over as well, and it was cute watching the twins carrying toys and
stuffed animals over one by one.  At one point they piled toys into the red
wagon and dragged it across the lawn, each of them helping.  So fucking
cute that we had to tape it.  This would have been a lot faster if the
connecting halls had been done, but we walked back and forth through the
yard.  The moving company had also arrived to tear down the old master
bedroom and the boy's room and move it across.  It was exciting and yet
slightly sad at the same time.  Once the new house was set up, the Ethan
Allen delivery people set up the furniture that we had bought for the rooms
in our house that were now vacant.  Boo!  It felt so empty over here.  I
know I should be excited that Colin, Blake and I get more alone time, but I
enjoy having people around, especially my brother and Alex.  The intercom
for their place had been set up with ADAM and linked us all together, but
could be separated if the house was ever sold.  The same as the hallways
between the houses could be removed to make separate residences again.

Once the day was done and things set up, we all hung out at Jason's new
place for dinner.  I think I ran back to our place about 50 times to get
things they needed to cook.  We made a list so we could go shopping for the
small stuff.  Blake and Cory ran off to the room that they had decided was
theirs for sleepovers.  It was right next to the boy's room, and while we
offered to put two beds in it they refused, as expected, and stuck with the
one large bed.

So it was official.  We were down five members of the family under one
roof, and I wandered around thinking of all the things we had done since
moving in.  Colin seemed to sense it and came over to put his arms around
me.  "They're just next door and once the hallways are done, it'll be like
they're still in the same house."

"I know.  Just seems so big and empty without them.  We should move in over
there!"  I grinned.  Their house was about half the size of ours, but it
still had enough space for us.

"You'll be fine babe.  You'll see," he said sweetly as he kissed me.  I
knew he was right, but it still felt like something was changing.  I'll
need to create my own fun.  I still had to meet his new assistant, Adrian,
so I'd put that on the list for this week.  Then there was Lonny's fantasy
that he wanted, and getting Lochlan over to see him naked and then planning
a housewarming party.  Just what I need to keep me busy.

Monday night when we met for dinner at their house, Alex gave us his big
news.  He showed us his results from his EMS test.  He had passed with
flying colors and was now off to do a practicum as trainee EMS.  Real on
the job training.  Now if any of us got injured we had someone handy to fix
us.  We were thrilled for him and we had a celebration that night with a
bit of an impromptu party.  We had balloons, cake and music where we danced
with the kids.  Blake played the piano for a bit and we had a great night.
At one point the kids plastered Alex with Band-aids to celebrate his new
career.  He looked hilarious covered in them.

Over the next few days, I had received an email from Lonny about his
fantasy dreams and he was pretty graphic in it.  He spelled out what he
dreamed about happening, but did say that he wasn't looking for anything
that would leave permanent marks or really injure him, just a forced sexual
experience that would scare him.  He also added towards the end that he
wasn't gay, almost as a disclaimer in case anything got out, but it was
enough to hint that he'd be fine if his fantasy was with guys, otherwise
why mention gay at all.  It was so hot reading what he wanted that I almost
needed to jerk off.  I started working on some plans.  Each time I came up
with something, I changed my mind thinking he'd figure out that it was part
of his fantasy.  He needed it to be real and with people he didn't
recognize, so I couldn't exactly use his friends, although I might include
them as long as they didn't talk.  Chance would still be best as the lead
abductor and maybe Ryan would be good since he knew about acting.
J.P. would have been good too, but since he looked and sounded like me,
that wouldn't work.  My plans had started with breaking into his house like
he'd fantasized, but how do you explain that to his parents?  `Oh hi, we're
just here to rape your son.  We'll be done in an hour, please go back to
bed.'  Then I thought about grabbing him on his way home from school, but
could you imagine the amber alert on that when someone saw us.  No amount
of emails or explanation could get us out of that one.  It needed to be
something where he wouldn't be missed for the weekend.  I worked on
scripting a few ideas.  I wanted it to be perfect so that he'd get what he
wanted, and then could pretend like it never happened.  We'd threaten to
release pictures and video if he ever went to the cops or if the three boys
ever talked about it.  It would be fun to make the three guys have sex with
each other too.  If they had all been 18, I would have set up a whole
shitload of cameras to make it into a movie and show them later, but since
they were underage for that, I'd just have to pretend we were filming.  Too
bad, it would have been an XTube viral video.  I would add that to my
things to do list.  Not so much my bucket list, just things to do...

Meanwhile I had my own game to play elsewhere.

It was the beginning of the Spring break and since Colin still had to work.
I decided to have some fun and go meet Adrian, and that my trip to Colin's
office was going to be a roleplay, so I contacted J.P. for help and told
him my plans.  He picked me up shortly afterward and drove me to the studio
where the make-up lady helped change my look.  By the time she was finished
with me, I barely recognized myself, but I still looked hot.  She had even
given me a small thin scar under my ear and along my cheek and then blended
it in to match my skin. It was fun watching how she put on a black wig to
make my blonde hair disappear and then darkened my eyebrows to match.  If
I'd had pubes, I probably could have got those done as well.  She gelled
the hair and slicked it right back.  I actually like how that looked.  I
didn't want to do too much in the way of changes because I hoped that at
some point during my roleplay I'd be getting naked and having fun, and the
last thing you need is parts of you falling off.  The wig had been securely
fastened to my head and I now had dark black rimmed glasses as well.
J.P. and I stood side by side and we were now very different in appearance.
It's like a before and after picture.  I didn't recognize myself, but if I
just looked at J.P.  I looked familiar.  He drove me downtown and along the
way I told him the rest of my plan.

We arrived at Colin's building with me sporting my new look; black hair
slicked back, darkened eyebrows, heavy black framed glasses, and dressed in
my best suit and tie.  I totally looked like a man of mystery, in my
opinion.  I only had to get past the secretary for this to work, but with
J.P. along, it was going to be easier.  I had already booked an appointment
with Mr. Worthington (giggle), and had my laptop bag slung diagonally
across my shoulder.  The elevator door opened and we stepped out onto the
busy floor and made our way to reception.  J.P.  told her that Triton
Donnelly, of Donnelly, McNulty, Simpson, Baxter and Tate was here to see
Mr. Worthington.

"Hi Justin, I'll let him know you're both here," she said to J.P. and told
us to just have a seat.

That's my nom de plume `Triton Donnelly'.  I figured I used it once with
Nate, so I'd try it out again.  I was originally going to try for a foreign
accent like German or English, but decided to just use my deeper voice and
make myself sound older.  I could easily pass for 26, instead of now, where
I still have to show I.D. to get into R rated movies.  "This should be fun.
Nice improvise," I whispered to J.P.  I wonder if Colin will even figure it
out right away.

"You have to have a company that you're with, so I just made that up,"
J.P. grinned

"Mr. Donnelly, Justin, Colin will see you now," the secretary said as she
led us to his office and opened the door.  We entered and she immediately
closed it behind us.  The first thing I noticed, of course, was Colin
sitting behind his desk, looking as sexy as hell in his suit and open
collar dress shirt.  There was also a young guy off to the side pouring a
sparkling water.  I assumed he would be Adrian.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Donnelly.  Welcome to Worthington Enterprises.  May I
get you a drink?"  He came up and shook my hand and gave me a huge grin and
a shake of the head as he rolled his eyes.  I guess he recognized me.  Next
time, I'll add false teeth or a beard or darken my skin or something.

"Thank you Mr. Worthington.  It's a pleasure to be here.  I'd love a drink.
Is it to early to go with Scotch?"  I laughed trying to sound all business
like.  I have no idea if people order Scotch in real life, but they do it
in the movies, and that's pretty much like real life.

"Please, call me Colin.  We're fairly informal around here.  If it's Scotch
you want, it's Scotch you shall have.  Adrian, would you please pour
Triton, may I call you Triton?" I nodded. "A drink please.  Neat or on the
rocks?"

"In a glass would be fine," I said smiling at my witty comeback.  Colin
just gave me a smirk.

"Justin, would you like anything?" he said with the emphasis on Justin as
he made a point of giving J.P. a full kiss with his hand passionately
around the back of J.P.'s head.  Then felt his ass just to tease me.

I almost answered again, but J.P. said water would be fine.

Adrian poured both drinks giving me a generous amount of Scotch and brought
them over.  I thanked him and inhaled deeply as he went by.  He smelled
awesome.  I'd have to find out what cologne he was wearing, or just rub
myself all over him to smell just as good.  I took a swig of the Scotch and
almost spewed it across the room as it burnt my mouth and throat.  Why
don't they ever serve Bellinis or Appletinis at these things?

"Thank you Adrian.  That will be all for now," Colin said looking at his
assistant.

"That's fine if he would like to stay.  I don't have anything confidential
to discuss at the moment.  Plus I think J... er, Justin would enjoy the
company," I croaked as the burning flared its way down to my stomach.
Colin was trying hard not to laugh.  That wouldn't be very professional
when hosting an important client like Triton Donnelly, billionaire
financier from Europe's esteemed company of Donnelly, Simpson...something,
something, Pokemon, Spongebob, etc...

Colin nodded to Adrian who took a seat on the couch off to the side of us.
I turned my attention to Colin.  "So shall we get down to business?" I
asked quickly.

"Certainly," Colin said sitting back and interlocking his fingers.  If he'd
had a cat to stroke, this would be epic.  "How do you know my husband?"

"Ummm, we met..." I hadn't been expecting that question.  J.P. was a last
minute addition to the game.

"We met at Steamworks," J.P. quickly answered.  "We got talking after our
initial introduction, and I figured you two should meet.  He and I are very
much alike in so many ways and I found out he is here to do business.  I
thought you two might get along."

"I'm interested in moving some of my operation into Vancouver and would
like to partner with a reliable local businessman and someone I can trust.
Also someone with similar interests in the community.  Justin assures me
that you are someone I could do business with."

"Thank you.  I'm always looking for good partners on projects.  So you
fucked my husband?"

"I'm sorry?" I said trying to stammer and look nervous.

"If you met at Steamworks, I assume knowing Justin that the two of you
fucked as part of your initial introduction," he said bluntly as he leaned
forward and took a fairly defensive posture.

"Ummm, I had no idea he was married when we met.  I never would have done
anything if I'd known.  If this is awkward for you, I can leave.  I'm not
looking for trouble."

Colin just stared at me and then at J.P. without saying a word.  He made it
a reasonably uncomfortable few seconds and you could almost hear Adrian
swallowing hard from the couch.  "I'm just busting your balls.  We have an
open relationship and Justin is pretty sexual.  Can't keep him in his
clothes most of the time.  Usually when he visits I don't get anything else
done.  If this desk and that couch could talk.  I looked over at Adrian was
now looking at the couch himself.  I almost burst out laughing as he
processed the idea in his head.  "I might just have him stay after our
meeting to relieve some of my own stress of the day."  I knew he was
teasing me now, but of course Adrian had no idea.  J.P. grinned as he
looked at me.  These two were playing me, more than I was playing my role.

Colin looked over at Adrian.  "Would you bring me a sparkling water
please?"  His assistant grabbed the water and brought it over.  I had a
good chance to look him up and down and I may even have licked my lips.
Colin smiled.  Adrian's dress pants were tight on him, leaving very little
to the imagination.  He had a firm bubble butt and a nice bulge.  His shirt
was also form fitting.  If he were my assistant, I'd doubt we'd get through
the morning coffee before I had him on my desk with his legs over my
shoulders.  I wondered if this office had video surveillance and where I
might find the recordings.  If Colin wasn't boning this guy I'd be shocked,
or maybe that was considered sexual harassment in the workplace.  Is it
really harassment if you're both into it?  I'd have to remember to ask
Colin about it when he got home.  If you bang your staff and they file a
lawsuit against you, we could lose everything.  Maybe we'll just have to
have a group thing with lots of witnesses.  I can offer to help with that
if it's needed.

"You look like you appreciate some of the finer things Vancouver has to
offer," he said as I watched Adrian walk away.

"Yes, yes I do!" I said holding up my Scotch as I smiled. "That's why I'm
in Vancouver as it is a great city.  We want to build a large retail
condominium complex to revitalize a neighborhood.  Perhaps you have ideas
on that yourself."

"I am always looking for something unique that will benefit those in the
community.  What did you have in mind?"

"I noticed coming in that the East Hastings area could use some help," I
said quickly as it was one area I knew was a sore point in the city.

"We'll avoid that.  Too controversial and dangerous to try and redevelop.
The homeless in that area don't want new businesses there and have become
quite vocal, and at times disruptive to anyone who does try to move in.
The west end has a lot of potential though.  A lot of older buildings that
need to come down and be replaced.  There's about a six block radius that
could use some redevelopment.  The land isn't cheap but the rewards could
be huge with the high density zoning."

"I'd certainly be interested in taking a look at that," I replied.  I
wasn't really paying attention as I obviously had no idea of building,
redeveloping or zoning anything.  My mind was working on how to get Adrian
out of his clothes as professionally as I could.  Colin came around from
behind his desk and sat beside me in the other chair.

"We can take a run out and I'll show you the neighborhood and see what you
think.  Perhaps you'd like a tour of the rest of our operation first?  We
have several divisions and as well as a rooftop garden and a fitness
facility.  I encourage the employees to create positive work spaces so they
feel more relaxed.  I also believe that fitness is important.  I think if
they're happy, they're more productive.  Wouldn't you agree?"

I reached over and patted his leg.  "You know it.  Nothing worse than being
300 lbs and having trouble walking to the elevator.  I run the stairs
whenever I can, and bike to work.  If it's not inappropriate, I'd say you
must work out too to keep that shape."

"I do my best.  The gym is for all our employees as well as their families.
I try to get up there at least once a day.  We encourage a healthy
lifestyle."

"You know the secret Colin?  The best exercise of all," I smiled as I
looked around and leaned in.  "Sex.  Sex my friend, burns off more calories
than a dozen flights of stairs.  As long as you do it right and don't just
lie there."

"I couldn't agree more," he grinned as he took a sip of his water. "Justin
believes that an hour on the bed beats an hour on the treadmill, and I have
to agree that it's a hell of a lot more fun."

"Does that still hold true when married?"  I asked as casually as I could.

"When you're married to Justin it does.  Plus we have a kid, so that keeps
us active as well."

"Good for you.  How old?"

"12 year old boy."

I pretended to cough.  "12?  You don't look old enough for a boy that age."

"We adopted.  Great kid.  Thinks he's knows everything."

"Didn't we all at that age?  Thinking of having more?"

"We haven't talked about it, but a brother for Blake wouldn't be a bad
idea.  Might be good for him."

I laughed.  "No wonder we're getting along so well.  My boyfriends are the
same.  They want kids eventually, but with my schedule, it's just not the
right time."

"Boyfriends...plural?"  He asked.

"No offense Colin, as I'm sure that being married with a husband as
stunning as Justin that you can parade around like a trophy will keep you
happy, but I like variety.  I like trying new things and new adventures.  I
can't imagine the same thing every night, night after night.  Plus I'm away
from home a lot, so it's nice to have regular friends in other places."

"Nothing kills a marriage like stagnation.  You hear of people getting
married and the sex ending.  Not our case though.  Maybe that's why we're
both so fit," he said leaning back and flexing.

"Well, it seems like they were right about you.  You are the person to get
to know.  Smart, good looking and open to new ideas.  I'm hoping this is
the beginning of a great partnership."

Colin ran his hands seductively down his chest and adjusted his package
before reaching for his water again.  I swallowed hard as I felt my own
cock rising.  Of course Adrian couldn't see any of those antics from where
he was sitting.  We may just be role playing, but he was definitely turning
me on, and having Adrian listening was making it even hotter.  J.P. was
almost sitting on Adrian's lap and I was pretty sure I could smell the
pheromones from over here.  If I didn't act quickly and change this around,
my whole plan might backfire with J.P. heading off with Adrian and I'd be
left in a meeting with Colin.  Not that I wouldn't be into having sex on
his desk, but the whole point was to get Adrian naked.

"I'd love to see your operation if you have the time.  Especially the
fitness facilities.  I've been on a plane for several hours and wouldn't
mind stretching my legs."

"Certainly.  I can show you around, and then we can take a run over to the
west end.  Perhaps scout a new location for your complex, and I can show
you one of my constructions sites.  What sort of investment were you
looking for from me?  Up front capital, diversified funding, land options,
connections for zoning, future considerations?"

Huh?  I sat there frozen like a fag surrounded by a hundred swinging dicks.
I always thought that would be a fun way to hypnotize someone, instead of
using a pocket watch.  Take out a cock and have them watch it swing back
and forth, back and forth. `You're getting sleepy...'  I snapped back to my
roleplaying.  "Umm, right now I'm just looking to explore options and find
the best partner.  I'm sure some form of all of those would come into play
eventually."  I figured that might be the safe answer.  We stood up and
Colin told me that I was welcome to leave my bag in his office as it would
be safe.

"Adrian, Justin, please join us," Colin said as we got up to head out.  We
wandered past the architects, accountants and other assorted office people,
with Colin saying hello to most of them along the way.  We ran into Brandon
and Randy in the I.T. department and they came over and gave Colin and
J.P. a hug, thinking he was me.  Then I was introduced.

"This is Triton Donnelly.  Looking to invest with us," Colin explained.
Both Brandon and Randy looked at me carefully and then at J.P., then back
at me.  A smile broke out on Randy's face as he figured it out and he
reached to shake my hand.  I don't think Brandon was quite as perceptive.

"Nice to meet you Triton.  Love the look.  Very European.  Where are you
from?"

"England originally, currently living in Germany."

"Well welcome to Vancouver.  I'm sure Colin and Justin will take good care
of you.  Be sure to see every inch of what they have to offer," he teased.

"We're just heading up to the fitness room if you care to join us," Colin
said to them.  "Triton has had a long trip, so we might take a few minutes
to workout, stretch a few muscles."

"I'll bet," Brandon replied quickly with a smile.  Colin smacked him on the
ass with smile.

"Brandon and Randy have been long time friends," Colin explained
unnecessarily to me, but required for my Triton character.  We headed up to
the 41st floor where the new fitness facility was located.  As we were in
the elevator, Colin explained a few of the other companies on the directory
as they flashed by on the elevator panel announcing each floor and the
occupants.  Worthington Enterprises was the main parent company, but as I
has learned recently he had many other subsidiaries.  Each development he
did was a separate company designed to protect the parent one from any
disaster that might fall on it.  Too complicated for me and perhaps why he
had a whole floor full of lawyers.  Co-Worthy Entertainment oversaw the
Slam'r investments; Q.I. (or Q International) Investments was the Q Society
operation; WM2011 Ltd was one of the condo complexes I think, as was BCJ
National Properties.  I like how he names them all to be something family
related.  I liked BCJ for Blake Colin Justin, although I was thinking now
that I had self-proclaimed myself to be a trophy husband, I should have had
top billing.  Maybe we could have Trophy Justin Enterprises next, or Hottie
McHottie Incorporated.  How about Triton Donnelly Worldwide?  I was a bit
surprised to see Triple J enterprises flash up on the screen and gave a
Colin quizzical look.

"That's Justin's company, and our food division," Colin explained.  We have
a food division?  Cool.

"Why Triple J?"  I asked with a grin to make him explain it.

"Justin is one of three identical brothers."

"You're a triplet?"  Adrian said quietly to J.P., who was still being
Justin at this moment.

"Yep, I have two brothers as spares if I need them for anything.  Sometimes
it's good to be able to be in three places at once."

"Probably fun to be able to switch places whenever you want," Randy said
with a smirk. "Like for school tests.
 Or to get with your brother's boyfriend or girlfriend.  I'd love to go out
and pretend to be someone else."

I shot him a look and he smirked.  I gave him a small hit to the leg.

"Yes, it can have its moments."  J.P. agreed.

We arrived at the 41st floor and the facility had a reception desk and a
huge amount of equipment.  It looked like any major fitness club in town.
There were plenty of people already working out.  "We have steam and dry
saunas in the change rooms, full workout facilities and a running track
around the perimeter," Colin explained.  "I encourage our employees and
their families to use it to keep in shape.  They may also bring friends
along for a nominal fee."

"Well you're certainly deserving of your reputation.  This is a fine
facility.  I'm sure your employees appreciate it."

"I love it up here," Brandon remarked, joining in on the conversation.
"Colin has some of the best equipment in town and some of our best ideas
have come from hanging out here.  Of course I haven't found a way to make
our laptops and tablets work in the steam room yet, and paper gets a little
soggy to write notes."

"Funny," Colin grinned.  "Well, you're the I.T. department.  Get on it will
you.  Feel like a short workout?"

"I'd love it, but I'm afraid I didn't bring my change of clothes.  It's all
back in the hotel," I replied thinking it would get me out of it.  Colin
knows that working out isn't my favorite thing to do.  Especially when it's
just running on the equipment or pushing weights and things like that.
There's only one way I want to get hot and sweaty and running on a track
isn't it.

"I have a few extra changes of clothes you could use," Adrian offered.
Colin almost couldn't control himself as he saw the look on my face.

"Great, then it's settled.  Justin, I have some clothes you can wear," he
said to J.P. who thanked him.  I looked at Colin and gave him the evil
dagger eyes.  He just ignored me.  We headed for the change room and
grabbed a locker.  As I went to take off my shirt and I quickly realized I
had the same arm tattoo as J.P. and once we were undressed we were going to
be a little more obvious.  Although the only ones we were fooling at the
moment were Adrian and I think Brandon.  I left my shirt on as I changed
out of my dress pants and slipped into the shorts Adrian had provided. I
turned away from the group as I changed shirts.  I hoped my alterations
would hold up to a work out session, although I had no intention of getting
super sweaty.  The make-up lady said that scar and wig could handle things
like a shower and were waterproof, but she didn't mention if they would
handle a steam room and sweat.  That could be embarrassing if my face fell
off.

We worked out for a little bit, hitting the treadmill, and weights.
Fortunately no one made me run track.  I heard in the old days, gay guys
were good at track as they had to run fast to get away from the fag
bashers.  Now, not so much.  We just had to be buff to show off and get
straight boys interested in us, or maybe that's just how I do it.  Adrian
surprised me by how muscular he was.  I had expected a slender twink like
us, but he was pretty ripped.  No wonder his shirt and pants fit so
snuggly.  Once we were done, we headed back to the locker room.  I realized
this was going to be a little awkward.  We were going to take a shower and
then hit the steam room.  No way to hide the fact that J.P. and I were
identical now.  I'd be like Superman.  I'd take off my glasses and
instantly be recognizable.  Well, glasses and all my clothes, leaving just
the wig and small scar in place.

I left my clothes on the bench, wrapped myself in a towel and headed with
the guys to the shower.  I was going to need cold water as I checked out
Adrian's chest.  He had solid pecs, and abs that went the length of his
torso.  I held back and got to see his firm bubble butt as well.  He had
trimmed pubes and no hair on his ass at all.  This guy was fit as fuck.
When he turned around in the shower, he had one of those long hanging
uncircumcised cocks that was probably 6 inches soft.  It fell perfectly
over his plump full round balls and had half the tip poking out of his
foreskin.  So cute.  I almost saw him moving in slow motion as the water
ran over him and off his body in droplets.  I dropped my towel and raced
for the cold water of the shower next to Colin.  I think I was trying to
hide myself from Adrian slightly as I was sure I'd be getting an erection
if I stood right beside him.  J.P. was having no such reservations and took
up position right next to the stud.  We quickly rinsed off and walked naked
over to the steam room and entered.

Brandon was next to me as we sat down on our towels.  "Not to be
inappropriate or anything, Triton, but I couldn't help but notice you are
circumcised.  I thought all Europeans were uncut," Brandon commented.

"Had it done when I was a teenager," I said quickly.

"I kinda like partially circumcised, like Adrian.  Shows the tip but not
all of it.  Leaves a little mystery.  Adrian is really the one in here that
stands out.  He's uncut, has pubes and is the only one we haven't all
fucked yet," he said as he grinned at Colin's assistant.

"You haven't fucked me," I said with a little smirk.

"Right, sorry.  I meant in our employee group," he corrected as he gave me
a knowing look.  No doubt he had figured out who I was, or at least one of
the three of us.

Adrian sat next to J.P. and I sat where I could see him, but with enough
space that I wasn't right next to my double.  That didn't stop Brandon from
commenting.  "You two have the same arm tattoo," he remarked.

Adrian looked at us.  "What are the odds of that?"  He laughed.  Randy
leaned in to whisper to Brandon who then looked at me carefully and then at
J.P. and then back to me.  I felt like I was in the Old Spice commercial.
`look at your man, now look at me, now look at him, then back to me.'  He
grinned and shook his head as he figured it out.  So now the only one I was
fooling was Adrian and it appeared as if J.P. was getting further with him
than I was.  This roleplay was a complete failure if my intention was to
get Adrian into bed.  At least I got him naked and it was worth the effort
that's for sure.  Even sitting on the bench with his cock hanging nicely
over his balls, the boy was fine.  I was trying not to think of him
sexually or we were going to have a large problem in a minute, and I do
mean large...huge!  No one else was attempting anything, so Triton Donnelly
would have to remain professional, but once I left here I was going to go
home and fuck the hell out of J.P. or Kyle or someone.

"You two are very similar in build," Adrian said to J.P. and me.  "I never
noticed it before, but you could be related."  Brandon laughed and I kicked
him slightly.

"Really, I didn't notice," J.P. replied.  "Maybe that's why we got along so
well when we first met.  I just noticed how well built you are.  You must
work out a lot.  Your suit doesn't do you justice.  You should work
shirtless."

"Not sure that would go over very well," Adrian laughed.  "Yeah I try to
hit the gym at least every couple of days.  I'm not obsessed with going,
but I like to stay in shape."

"It shows, that's for sure.  I'll have to stop checking you out or I'm
going to be walking out of here with an erection and that could be
seriously embarrassing."

"I dunno.  I think you'd look good with one," he smiled.  Great, J.P. had
all the moves and Triton was a big pussy.  If this kept up J.P. would be
fucking Colin's assistant before I did.

"Well, I've got one listening to the two of you," Brandon said as he had
his arm half over his crotch.  Randy pulled it aside to show all of us.
With that big cock of his, he made J.P. and I look small.  I mean he was
only a half inch bigger, but he was thicker so it looked much more massive.

"God, that's huge," Adrian said almost wide eyed.  Great, now both J.P. and
me were out.

"If we didn't have the unwritten no sex rule in the gym, I'd show you how
it worked," Brandon almost offered.

"Best if we keep the workplace professional," Colin admitted.  "My office
is about the only place where we can have real privacy."

"Is that an offer?"  Brandon asked.  "I haven't been with Adrian yet and
I'd love to find out if he's a top or bottom."

"I'm not even gay dude," Adrian replied just looking at Brandon seriously.

"You're kidding.  We're all naked talking about bodies and erections and
you're straight?"

"No, I didn't say that either.  I'm Pansexual."

"What the fuck is that?" Randy asked.  "You only have sex with pans, or
maybe you have to be wearing one while you do it?"

Adrian laughed.  "No, pansexual means I have no preference of gender at
all.  I am just attracted to who I'm attracted to.  It could be anyone."

"So are you attracted to anyone in here?"  Randy asked continuing to press
him for information.

"Trying to remain professional here," Adrian laughed.  "Boss is sitting
right next to us."

"Naked boss, sitting right next to us.  You're the only one in this room
that hasn't had sex with him...That we know of."

"And me," I added again, as Triton.

"Right, and you," Randy winked.

"So how big are you when you're hard?"  Randy asked Adrian.

"That's something you find out when I get hard," Adrian answered and sat
back and ever so slightly spread his legs.  I didn't know if that was an
invitation or not, but if I didn't get out of there, my face was going to
peel off and my cock would be harder than Brandon's.

"I have to take a cold shower," I said as I got up quickly and headed for
the door.

"Great, we scared off a potential investor," Colin said as he tried to
sound upset as I exited the steam room.  I grinned to myself, as Adrian was
the only one who didn't know who I was at this point.  Colin ran after me
as we hit the shower.

"So you tap that yet?"  I asked.

"No.  I really do try to keep it professional here.  Brandon and Randy are
about the only ones I've had sex with in my office with, other than you.
Mainly because they were friends before I hired them.  Adrian is my
assistant and could easily claim sexual harassment if I tried something.
He's cute and all, but it wouldn't be worth the potential risk if he turned
on me.  Imagine if I had to fire him and he used that.  I could lose
millions.  You and J.P. could take him home and make a video though."

I laughed.  "I think Adrian is more interested in J.P. or Brandon than
Triton."

"Let him know it's all been a game, and pull out the twin card.  I think
that works on everyone."

"Guess we'll see.  So, Mr. Worthington, would you like to fuck me before we
conduct business together?  I could use a good stiff one right about now,
and I'm not talking about more Scotch."

"Not here, Mr. Donnelly.  I still own the company and wouldn't need my
employees seeing how I get contracts and potential business partners to
sign up."

"Really?  You do a lot of business this way?"

"Nope.  You'd be the first I'd got naked during a business transaction," he
smiled as he patted me on the ass.

"Hmmm, I wonder if I should believe that.  You're quite the stud,
Mr. Worthington."

"So have `Justin' take you back to the house after our tour of the city and
we can continue things there where it's a little more private.  I'm sure
Adrian will enjoy watching the boss fuck Triton in front of everyone.  My
guess is that J.P. and the guys are already working on him."

"What kind of guy do you think I am Mr. Worthington?  I don't just fuck
anyone."

He leaned over and kissed me and whispered in my ear.  "Since when?"

We took an extra long shower waiting for the rest of the guys to join us,
and it wasn't long before they did. Colin wasn't wrong, each of them came
out with hands partially over their cocks showing that they had all boned
up.  Adrian stood next to me and I had a chance to check him out.  He
wasn't much bigger when he was hard, but his foreskin had pulled all the
way back and his perfect pink mushroom head was showing.  I think my whole
brain was screaming at me to drop and blow him, but I knew that this was
the wrong place for that.  I'd have to wait until we got home.  I had no
idea if he were a top or bottom, but I'd make it my mission to find out and
not just bluntly ask him.

I smiled as I looked at him and he moved his hand to give me a better look.
I turned the tap on the shower one notch colder.  J.P. was fully erect and
at one point offered to wash Adrian's back.  I had to leave the shower and
go back to the locker.  I was able to have one last look at Adrian before
he got back into his clothes when he bent over to get things out of his
locker.  I desperately wanted to bury my face in his ass, then grab his
hips and fuck the hell out of him before he realized what was happening.
Then I snapped back to reality and readjusted my cock in my pants so it
wouldn't be as obvious.  Damn my high sex drive.  Brandon and Randy said
they had to get back to work, but would be over at the house tonight.
Sounds like they'd planned something in the steam room after all.

The remaining four of us headed out to take a tour of the city and see a
job site.  I still wasn't able to get close to Adrian as J.P. got in the
back seat with him, both insisting that I should sit up front as Colin's
guest.  This wasn't going at all how I planned.  By now I figured I'd have
him naked on Colin's desk, legs over my shoulder and my dick in his ass.
So far all I'd done is sit in a steam room and talk about his pubes and
uncut cock.  Talk talk talk.  What are we?  Chicks?  If I'd wanted to take
this much time to get laid, I'd go to a straight bar.

Colin showed us his new construction site and we had a chance to get out
and wander around.  Adrian was tagging along faithfully and I was
desperately trying to figure out how to have sex with him sooner rather
than later.  Maybe I could suggest we take a shower in Colin's office
bathroom when we got back.  This roleplaying was going way longer than I
had initially planned, but I was still having fun.  I was starting to
believe I was Triton Donnelly, and I kind of liked it and was really
getting into my character.

"TRITON!!!  Look out!!"  Adrian screamed before something hit me and
everything went black.



End of Chapt...  nah, we'll keep going.  Just kidding.  That would be
cruel.  Chapter 153 continues...




I awoke to see a bunch of guys looking down at me, almost scaring the shit
out of me.

"He's awake!  Nate, go get the doctor," one of the guys said almost as soon
as I could focus.  They sure get excited when someone wakes up.  Must be
some of those OCD, ADD, ADHD, PCP, or DVD type of guys.  From the décor
and smell of the room I looked like I was in a hospital and my whole body
felt weak and ached everywhere.

Another guy with short brown hair and highlights looked at me with a huge
smile.  "Hey Justin.  Welcome back buddy."

Whew, no wonder I didn't recognize these guys, they were obviously in the
wrong room.  Another guy leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  "Hey
babe.  Nice to see those beautiful green eyes."  He was holding my hand.
This was just getting a little creepy.  I wondered why they didn't realize
that I wasn't this Justin guy they apparently thought I was.  Maybe I had a
bandage on my face or something, or were they all mental patients and just
fucking with me, in which case where was security?

"Dude, I think you have the wrong room," I said as I looked at them all.
There had to be a dozen people or more in here.

"Excuse me guys," said someone entering the room.  A man in a white coat,
the doctor I assumed, made his way to me and smiled.  "Looks like someone
is finally awake."

Great, another genius to add to the room of geniuses.  Hello, Captain
Obvious.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore and I have a killer headache," I admitted.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"No.  Last thing I remember I was checking out a building and then someone
screamed at me and I woke up here."

"Let's see what else you remember.  What's your name?"  He asked.

Really?  We live in an electronic age and it's probably even written on a
band on my wrist.  If this guy was treating me and didn't know who I was,
no wonder the other guys were calling me Justin.  I hope I'm not scheduled
to have something amputated by mistake.  I put my hand to my face to see if
it was covered in a bandage, which would explain all the confusion, but the
only bandage seemed to be around the top of my head.  I figured I should
help solve their dilemma.  I held up my arm band and pointed.  "I'm Triton.
Triton Donnelly," I replied almost snarkily.  He looked at his chart as
others began to murmur around me.

"Can you tell me anything else about you?"  He asked.  "Do you know what
day it is?"

"Sure it's Tuesday."

"And what city are you in?"

"Vancouver?"  I answered.  I wondered if maybe I needed a lawyer present or
something.  Maybe I was in trouble for whatever happened.

"What else can you tell me about yourself?"

"I dunno.  I'm 16, I work at Walmart, go to high school, grade 10.  Could
someone call my boss and tell him that I'm here?  He already hates me and
this'll get me fired for sure, and I could really use something for this
headache."

"I'll get you something in a minute as soon as we check your vitals and
have a look at you."

"What's wrong with him doctor?" asked kissy dude.  That's the guy who
kissed me when I first woke up.  Such a homo.

"It appears he's having some form of limited amnesia.  Does anyone know who
Triton Donnelly is?"

"Uh, I'm right here," I said listening to them.  God even when I tell them
who I am, they're not listening.  It's like I'm here by myself.  They need
more men in white coats to take all these crazy people away from me.

"Let's step outside," the doctor said.  The entire group moved like one
entity into the hallway.

I could still hear them.  Maybe people from their planet all have bad
hearing or something.  "Triton was the name he used when he came to see me
at my office.  He was pretending to be someone else so that he could meet
my assistant Adrian.  It was just a game we were playing."

"Does he work at Walmart?"  The doctor asked.

"No.  I'm not sure where that came from," the kissy guy said.  He seemed to
do a lot of talking for me.  He might be the head crazy person.

"I think I can help with that," someone else said.

"It was part of our psych class assignment.  He has been complaining that
his boss, at Walmart, is a douchebag and is always picking on him.  His
character is a bit of a womanizer and an ass, plus the character has a drug
problem."

The only drug problem I have is that no one is giving me anything for this
headache.  They want to see an asshole, just keep ignoring me and
pretending I'm someone else.

"How come he thinks he's 16?"  Highlight hair asked.

"Again, that might be part of our psych session, Kyle.  He had a dream that
he was back in high school with his best friend Alex and his brother Jason.
He also thought his son Blake was his age and had Cory as a boyfriend.  I'm
not sure how much I should be telling you about this though.  We did talk
in confidence like doctor/patient stuff."

The doctor spoke again.  "Since you're just doing a class assignment, and
you're not really a licensed therapist yet, that confidentiality isn't
binding.  Anything you can tell us that might help us understand what he is
thinking would be beneficial.

"The blabbermouth doctor wannabe guy looked around and seemed to hesitate
before speaking again.  "Well his dream ended with him having sex with the
four other guys, including Blake and Cory."

"Cool.  He had sex with me in his dream?"  A small blond kid said excitedly
as he pushed his way to the front of the crowd and looked up at
blabbermouth.  "What else did he say we did?"

"Not now Blake," kissy dude said to him firmly.

"That's a lie anyway!" I yelled out.  "No way I'd have sex with a guy.
What's wrong with you people?  Go find someone else to terrorize.  Call my
Mom and Dad, or get me the police or something," I said having heard enough
of this crap.  "And for god's sake bring me a Tylenol or morphine or
something."

"We're right here, sweetie," said a man and woman as they made their way
back into the room.

"Great!  Finally!  Do you have a Tylenol?"  I asked the two of them.  They
weren't dressed like nurses, but right now I wouldn't care if they sent in
a chimpanzee on a skateboard if he had a painkiller with him.

"No, we're your parent's honey.  Don't you recognize us?"  She took my hand
and squeezed it as she peered at me looking all concerned and upset.  I
almost felt sorry for her, but I had no idea who these people were.  I was
beginning to panic a bit so I felt around for the buzzer to call for
someone.  I pressed it and the doctor came back in.

"Can you please get everyone to leave me alone, and for the ten thousandth
time...bring me something for my head!!!"  I demanded.

"Give us a moment please," the doctor said to the man and woman claiming to
be my parents.  As soon as they left, he pulled the curtain around the bed
to give us some privacy.  Finally.  "Let's just check your vitals and see
how you're doing and I'll see if I can fill in some of the blanks for you."
He pulled the bed covers back and lowered the front of my hospital gown to
listen to my heart.  He then pulled the bed covers the rest of the way down
and lifted the bottom of my gown to check my balls and penis.  He fondled
them and as I looked to see what he was doing.  There was a tube sticking
out of the end of my dick.  What the fuck?  He must have seen me staring
and turned my penis so I could see better.

"It's a catheter.  When someone is unconscious we insert it into the
bladder so you can urinate without making a mess in the bed," he explained.
I immediately panicked and reached around to feel my ass.  He laughed. "No,
we only do it up your urethra to the bladder.  Since you're being fed by
intravenous there is no solid waste, so that isn't a problem.  Everything
looks good.  No irritation or anything."

"That's where you're wrong doc.  I'm a little irritated.  Who were all
those people and why do they think I'm named Justin."

He pulled a chair up and sat close to me.  "Since the accident, you've been
in a coma.  Those people are your family and friends.  Your name is Justin
Masters and the man and woman that were in here are your parents.  You're
actually 21 years old and you're married to Colin Worthington.  That's the
guy that was holding your hand when I came in."

"Fuck off.  You're trying to tell me that I've been in here five years, and
while I was in a coma, a fag married me?"

"No.  You've been in a coma four days, and you were already 21 and
married."

"Bullshit Doc.  Just because I let a gay dude do stuff to me at his house
doesn't make me a fag and want to get married.  Ask Alex, we only went over
there once and I don't even know if I liked it.  I don't what those crazy
people told you, but I'm Triton Donnelly and I'm straight.  Why are you
guys doing this to me?  Is this a mental ward or something?  Are all of
them patients?  When can I get out of here?  I'll go home and show you my
real life."

"We need to keep you a bit.  You've had a serious head injury and a few
cuts and bruises.  Let's make sure you're stable before you leave."

"Fine, but can I have something to eat.  I'm kinda hungry...wait, if I eat
stuff do you have to put a tube in my butt as well?"

The doctor laughed.  "No.  Only the catheter, and now that you're awake
we'll be able to remove that.  I'll ask the nurse to send something in for
you.  We'll start slow and build you up to more solid food.  Plus I think
we should give you a bit of a sponge bath.  Get you cleaned up."

"Great.  Oh, are all those people gonna come back in here?  I kinda just
wanna watch TV for a while.  See what's been going on."

"I know you don't believe me right now, but they are your family and
friends.  You should let at least a couple of them visit you at a time."

"Do I have to?"  That's all I need when I'm trying to recover from whatever
happened.  A whole room full of crazy people thinking I'm someone else.
I'd rather have my douchebag boss visit me, as long as he doesn't try to
get under my gown and see my junk.  The perv."

"I think it'll help.  Maybe they can jog a few memories for you," he said
not really giving me a lot of options.

"Fine, but send in normal ones."

He pulled the curtain back and I looked at the door.  I was like I was in a
fishbowl as they were all outside looking in on me.  It felt the episode on
Star Trek where Captain Kirk is all alone on the Enterprise and thousands
of people were outside clawing to get in.  How come I can remember that but
not my normal life stuff?  I can't wait to get out of here and get back to
reality.  Kissy face and the little blonde dude came in first.

"Hi Dad!"  The little guy said as he sat on my bed next to me.  God these
people were clingy.  Now they've even got a kid in on their act.  I'm 16,
no way I'm a Dad.  Hell, even if I'm 21 like the doctor said I still
couldn't have a kid as old as this one.  They sure fucked up with that
miscalculation.

"Hi?"  I said half responding to him.

"See Dad, he's fine," he said looking up at kissy face who took hold of my
hand.  God, what is with all this touchy feely crap?

"Justin, do you recognize us?"  Kissy face asked.

"No.  Just that you're the guy who was in here when I woke up."

"I'm Colin and this is our son Blake."

"Right.  I'm 16 and I have a 10 year old son.  What did I do?  Screw at
five?"

"Hey, I'm 12!  13 in a month.  What's wrong with him, Colin?"  Blake asked.

What's wrong with me is that I agreed to all these people coming back.  I'd
rather just watch TV, I thought to myself.  This was more painful than the
pounding in my head.

"He has a little amnesia from the trauma and knock on the head," he
explained to the kid.

"Oh.  So he can't remember anything?"

"Not yet, but it should come back to him.  We have to help him remember as
much as possible."

"Cool.  So I'm Blake.  I'm your son and you usually give me a thousand
dollars a week for allowance.  That's pretty normal for a kid my age.  Plus
I'm allowed to do whatever I want and my bedtime is 1am."

"Blake!  You're supposed to help him, not confuse him."

"What?  It's like reprogramming a computer.  I might as well throw in a few
upgrades along the way."

"Ignore him, babe.  I'm Colin.  You and I are married and have been for a
couple of years.  We live here in Vancouver with our son Blake."

"That's me, in case you forgot already," Blake offered.

"We also live with your brother Troy and twin brother Jason, his husband
Alex, their kids Travis, Trevor and James, as well as Kyle."

"I have two brothers?"  I asked skeptically.  This should be good then.  I
can ask for DNA test and that should shut down their whole lunatic game.

"Three brothers actually.  You're a triplet."

"Can I see your pee tube?"  The kid asked.

"Not now Blake.  Take it down a notch until Justin is back to himself
again."

"But I've never seen one before.  Do they put it over his penis like a
condom?"

"No, they slide a tube inside the penis to the bladder and then blow up a
small balloon to hold it in place.  It then goes to a bag at the side of
the bed," Kissy face...errr, Colin(?) explained.  The kid looked over the
side of the bed almost doubling himself in half.  Had to admit he was
entertaining if nothing else.

"Ewww, gross.  Is all that pee?"  He asked sitting back up.

"Yep," Colin answered.

"You pee a lot, Dad."

"Thanks kid.  I'll make sure to keep an eye on it."

"Who blows up the balloon in your penis?"

"So you don't remember anything?" Colin asked still holding my hand
ignoring the kid.

"Not about the accident.  I remember someone yelling `Look out' and then I
woke up here.  That's about it."

"Do you remember anything about who you are or your past?"  He asked.

"Sure.  My name is Triton Donnelly.  I'm pretty sure I'm from England, but
I think we moved here or something.  My family might be rich `cause I think
I remember a castle, but I'm not sure about that because I work at Walmart
and go to High School in Vancouver, with my friend Alex.  What more is
there?"

"How come he doesn't remember us, Dad?  I like his new name though.  Triton
sounds like a super hero."

"That's what happens with a head trauma sometimes, son.  It blocks out
parts of memory, but they almost always return in time."

"Well that's good `cause I'd like Justin back.  Do you still know how to
have sex and stuff?"

"Blake!  Enough already," Colin said scolding the kid.

"What?  I just wanna know if he still remembers stuff like that.  He can't
exactly do anything with a tube in his penis.  So it's not like the two of
you are gonna do it in here anyway."

I think I might be sick.  This kid thinks I'm going to have sex with a
dude.  Only sex I remember is when that gay kid at school blew me and even
that's a little fuzzy.  Maybe that's why I have all this memory loss.  It's
post-traumatic stress disorder.  Maybe this is what happens to straight
guys when they have gay sex.  Oh My God!  That's it.  They have sex with
you, your mind snaps and then they try to brainwash you when you wake up so
that they can recruit you.  Holy fuck.  It's a cult!  I reached for the
buzzer to call the nurse.  I needed to get these people out of here.  I was
having a panic attack.  I tried kicking the kid off my bed but my legs were
pretty sore.  I yanked my hand away from Colin and I could feel my heart
racing.

"Leave.  I need you to leave!"  I said as I began to feel insanely sick.  I
was being held against my will and they were trying to get me into a gay
cult.  I began to panic even more and I must have scared someone as a nurse
ran in and told everyone to leave.  She closed the curtain and asked me
what the problem was.  I think I must have had tears in my eyes or
something as she looked out of focus.  She wiped my face with a cool wet
cloth and looked at my vitals.

"What's the matter?  Are you feeling okay?  Do you need the doctor?"

"No.  Just a panic attack I think.  Those guys are trying to brainwash me
into their gay cult and I think I should be alone for a while."

"You've probably had enough excitement for a while.  Why don't you get some
sleep and when you wake up, I'll get you some food and give you a sponge
bath to freshen you up."

That seemed like the most normal thing I'd heard so far.  I was eased back
on the bed and she rearranged my sheets and pillow and I really liked her
being around me.  At least she wasn't trying to pretend I was someone else.
I fell asleep and had a nice dream of school, although I was kinda freaking
out over how much homework I got in my dream.  Probably a reality when I
get back after being away for so long.

I woke up much later and realized I was still in the hospital and all the
annoying criminally insane people were still in my room.  They really
should get security in this hospital.  "He's awake," someone said.

"Hey Justin.  How are you feeling now?"  One of the guys asked.

"Fine, but please stop calling me Justin.  My name is Triton."

"I'm pretty sure it's Justin," the guy smiled.  "Don't you recognize me?"

I looked at him and he seemed like a nice guy.  Blonde hair, really green
eyes, nice smile.  I could easily see being friends with him if he wasn't
one of the crazy people. "No, I don't."  I admitted.

He handed me a mirror.  "Take a look in the mirror and then look at me."  I
did and the first thing I noticed is that they'd dyed my black hair blonde.
That was a bit of a shock, but I had to admit it looked pretty good on me.
Then I realized why the guy in front of me looked a little familiar.  He
was me with blonde hair.  I looked in the mirror again and then at him and
then back to me, then back to him.  I felt like I doing one of those `spot
the differences' puzzles.  Oh my god, I knew what they were trying to do.
They had made this guy to look like me and they were going to use him as my
replacement.  Then I would vanish into a dungeon somewhere.  The clone
would go out and be a sex crazed gay guy and ruin my reputation and take
over my life.  Then even if I got free, I'd be destroyed permanently.  This
was insane.  This is Canada, we don't do stuff like this.  That's more a
Hollywood movie thing, or the plot of a really bad novel that gets made
into an equally bad movie...  I pushed the buzzer again for the nurse.  We
gotta get help in here.  She showed up and asked if I was okay.  I
whispered my problem to her and she just smiled.

"That's your twin brother," she explained.  Great, the only normal person
I'd met so far and she'd now been brainwashed too.  "While I'm here why
don't we give you that sponge bath?"

"Sounds good," I smiled.  I have to admit I felt kinda gross.  She went and
got some warm water, soap and a wash cloth and pulled the curtain closed.
She pulled the covers down to my waist and removed my gown, and began on my
upper body.  It felt nice and I could have enjoyed that all day.  I was
just relaxing when that kid burst in from the side of the curtain.

"Hi Dad.  I'm back from school.  Whatcha doin?  Do you remember me yet?
I'm Blake."  I think I groaned.

"I'm getting a sponge bath, kid.  Felt kinda gross and the nurse is helping
me out.  Maybe you have someone else you'd like to go and visit with."

"No.  I came to see you.  Dad said if we just keep doing normal stuff
around you that eventually you'll remember all of us."  He pulled the
covers further down and looked at my penis, which was half erect, probably
from enjoying the sponge bath too much.  I went to grab them but the nurse
had begun to move down my body.  How embarrassing is this?

"That tube looks so weird in your penis Dad.  Does it make you have a boner
all the time?"

"No!  And you shouldn't be looking.  I don't think it's right for an ten
year old to be looking at my penis."

"Hey!  I'm 13 and it's not like I haven't seen you without clothes before,
remember.  We go swimming all the time and you've shampooed my hair in the
shower and stuff.  Plus I've seen you and Dad have sex lots, so it's not
like it's anything new.  Although the tube in there is pretty weird.  Does
it hurt?" he asked as he took hold of my penis to get a closer look.

"Kid, get your hand off my dick.  Get out of here and go find someone else
to bother," I snapped.  He let go quickly and looked at me almost in shock.
Then I saw tears in his eyes as he turned and left.

"That wasn't very nice," the nurse said quietly.  "He's your son.  I know
you don't recognize him yet, but they all care about you and he is the
sweetest boy I've ever met.  He idolizes you."

"Maybe, but I don't remember him and having some guy grabbing my penis
isn't exactly cool."

"I'm sure they'll understand until you get better," she smiled.  I heard a
call over the speakers and the nurse said she had to go, but would be right
back. She quickly disappeared and I pulled the covers back over my
deflating cock.  That was too bad as I had been enjoying the sponge bath
until that kid took hold of my dick and ended the mood.  Colin came around
the curtain and smiled.

"Did she finish the sponge bath?"  He asked.

"No.  Your kid came in here and grabbed my dick and then she had to leave,"
I said.

He smiled. "Yeah, Blake told me that you kinda reacted badly when he was
looking at your catheter."

"Well how would you feel if some random kid came in and took hold of your
dick while you had a semi erection?"

"Probably about the same way, but Blake isn't exactly known for being
subtle.  If he wants to know something he just goes for it.  Plus to him,
you're still Justin, his Dad, and things like that aren't foreign to him.
We've always been open and explained things.  Nudity around our house is
normal, so he is a little upset at how you reacted."

"Imagine at how I felt then when he took hold of my dick?  The only person
that's touched that up to now is me."  I didn't tell him about the gay kid
at school giving me a blowjob.  If there's one memory I'd like to lose it
would be that one.

"The nurse might be a while so she said you might like it if I finished the
sponge bath."

"No offense dude, but I don't really know you and I wouldn't be comfortable
with that.  Is Alex here?  Maybe he could do it as I would like to freshen
up."  He looked disappointed but no way I was having some guy who thought I
was gay and married to him playing with my dick.  I know what that'll lead
to.  Next thing you know, I'm on my knees taking a dick up my ass.  No
thanks.

"Yeah, sure, I'll get him."  He left and seconds later Alex came.  Thank
god I knew at least one person, although he looked older than I remembered.
Maybe he was just tired or something.

"So you need a sponge bath huh.  They should just let you get a shower," he
smiled.  See what I mean.  A normal straight guy for a change.

"I know right," I smiled.  "But for now this is how they do it.  I'd wait
for the nurse, but she's gonna be a while apparently.  I could use some
help if you don't mind."

"No problem.  It's not like we haven't seen each other without clothes a
thousand times."

"Hey can I ask you a question and don't freak out or anything, but since
I'm having trouble remembering things and figuring out what's real and what
isn't I need some answers."

"Shoot.  What's up?"

"Well, this may sound weird but did you and I do something with a couple of
gay guys before my accident?"

"Why, are you remembering something?"

"Not sure, but I thought I remembered you and me going over to a couple gay
guys house after school and I watched you get a blowjob from one of them
and then fuck the other one.  Then I got a blowjob.  Did that happen of was
that all part of some weird hallucination?"

"No, we never did anything like that before your accident.  Who were the
gay guys?"

"They're our age and always hanging around together.  They have the locker
next to us.  Blake and Cory, I think.  Or am I just mixing up the names
because of the Blake kid that thinks he's my son?"

"Well the good news is that there weren't any gay guys named Blake and Cory
that we had sex with.  You might be mixing up the names.  Blake is 12 and
he is your son.  You adopted him a while ago when his family died.  He's
actually related to you as your cousin.  Your Mom had a twin sister who had
Blake.  By some strange coincidence he ended up with you as his Dad."

Alex took the wash cloth and pulled the covers off me and worked on my legs
as we talked.  The warm water felt nice.  The only thing I could remember
about Alex is that we share a locker at school and have a couple classes
together, plus we hang out a lot.  I think we stay over at each other's
places a lot.  I asked him and he confirmed that we had, although he said
it in the past tense.  He said that I'd probably remember everything when I
got home, which might be as early as tomorrow.  I couldn't wait as this nut
house was making me go crazy...ironically.  I closed my eyes when Alex
washed my cock and balls.  Jesus, I go my whole life with no one touching
me in my private area and now within 10 minutes, two guys have taken hold
of it.  At least I trusted Alex.  "Turn on your side and I'll do your
back," he said.  I was really sore and it hurt to move, but he helped me
into position.  I felt kinda exposed with my ass hanging out like that.  If
anyone came in they could probably see right into my hole.  Alex washed my
back and legs and then into my ass crack.  God that felt strange.  He
finished up and helped me put the hospital gown back on.  Who makes these
things?  Can't they have real clothes?  I pulled the covers back up and
felt a lot better.  It didn't help all the aches and pains, but at least I
felt a little more human.  I was actually tired again, so I fell asleep.

When I woke up I was sharing my bed with that kid again.  He was lying all
snuggled up against me. As soon as I moved he looked up at me.  "Hi Dad.
It's me Blake, your son.  You feeling better yet?"

"Sure.  A lot better," I answered in hopes that it would make the kid go
away.

"Cool.  So you wanna do something?  Seems kinda boring just lying here.  I
brought my computer if you want to watch a movie.  Dad said I couldn't
bring you any of those adult movies or anything so maybe we could watch
Robocop.  I got a copy of it and thought you might like it."

"Sure, why not," I said resigning myself to the fact that this kid might
never leave.  Maybe they figured his cute factor would wear me down.

"Cool."  He said excitedly as he jumped off the bed and grabbed his laptop
and bounced back beside me, telling me to `shove over'.  He started the
movie and put it on his stomach so we could both see it.  We were barely a
few minutes into it when the rest of the crazy clan returned.  Colin, Alex,
that clone dude that was going to take over my life, the people who said
they were my parents and a bunch of other people.  They hung out as if they
all lived here.  So much for having a private room.  I ignored them as the
kid and I watched the movie.  It was a good two hour distraction where I
didn't have to listen to any of them, but I kept glancing over to see what
they were plotting next, but they just seemed to be randomly hanging
around.

After they all tried talking to me and interacting with stories about who I
was, and things they thought I should know, I was so tired I fell asleep
again.  I should just stay asleep so that they ignore me.  I awoke in the
morning to the doctor taking my vitals.  Heart good, breathing normal,
reflexes wicked fast, penis huge, brain...missing.  He determined that I
was ready to go home.  Excellent, where was that I wondered.  Gotta be way
better than this prison where all these people kept coming over and filling
up the small space.  I think they were using up all my oxygen.  Maybe
that's why I can't get my memories back.  I just needed fresh air.  Colin
arrived with the blonde kid in tow again, just as the doctor was finishing
up.

"Being surrounded by something familiar might help you get your memories
back quicker. I suggest you all go about your normal routine.  Show
pictures of the past, anything that you think will help. I'll have you come
back in a week to see how you're doing, but if anything changes and you
need me, just call," he explained.  "I'll have the catheter removed and go
finish up the paperwork.  It wasn't long before a male nurse arrived and
pulled the curtain around the bed.  He lifted up my gown and told me that
this wouldn't hurt, it would just be a mild stinging sensation for a few
minutes.  As he explained what was about to happen, Blake shot under the
curtains to enter our space.

"Blake come back here," Colin yelled at him.

"Chill out dude.  I just wanna see how they take that tube out.  Can I?"

I shrugged.  "Sure why not.  It's not like you'd leave anyway.  Just no
grabbing my dick this time."

"Deal.  What do we do first?" He asked the nurse.

"WE don't do anything," he smiled "But I deflate the balloon and then we
just take hold of the penis and pull the tube out in one swift steady
motion.  As he said it, he did it.  A shudder went through my whole body
and the tube slid all the way out.  I wanted to reach down and scratch the
itch inside my dick after he was done.  He took a baby wipe and rubbed the
end of my dick.  "Ooohhh," Blake said as he doubled over and grabbed his
crotch.  "Wicked.  Can you put it back in and let me try?"

"No," we both said at the same time.  I kinda laughed at that.  This kid
was really funny.  The nurse said he'd be back with a wheelchair in a bit
and that I could go ahead and get dressed.  Finally, we were out of here.
I turned and sat up.  I felt a little weak, but Mr. helpful and his midget
sidekick were there almost instantly to help me stand up.  They also had a
bag of clothes for me and helped me take the gown off.  So once again I was
naked in front of them.  This was getting to be a habit.  They helped me
stay steady as I got dressed and I had to admit it felt good to be in real
clothes again.  I sat back on the bed until the nurse returned and took me
to the door.  Colin took over from there and they wheeled me to an SUV with
Blake talking the entire time.

"We brought the SUV `cause Dad thought it would be easier for you to get in
and out of," Blake explained as if I needed to know that for some reason.
"I thought we should have used the batmobile, `cause there' no way you
could forget that car."

"The batmobile?  You have the batmobile?  Which one?"  I said a little
sarcastically.

"That's just what we call it, `cause it looks like one.  Wait till you see
it, you'll like it."

We drove for what seemed like forever and went through a large gate.  I
looked at the building in front of me and began to panic.  "What is this?
Where are you taking me?"  I said feeling my breathing getting rapid and
panic setting in.  This was probably one of those insane asylums or a place
where they hook you up to electrodes and try to give you shock therapy.
This was their plan.  I'd go in here and never be heard of again.

"This is where we live Dad.  Do you remember how to swim?"

"Sure.  I can swim."

"Cool.  We'll go there and hit the hot tub and the bubble room.  We can
play pool and foosball too."

"Blake, dial it down.  Let Justin get familiar with things first.  Just go
slowly until he starts to remember," Colin told him.  Until their
brainwashing drugs kick in and I believe all this stuff he means.  I was so
confused.  The kid seemed genuine and all the shit he was spewing seemed to
come naturally.  If I liked kids, he would be a fun one to know.  We parked
in the garage where there was a whole load of really cool looking cars.
Blake took it upon himself to identify each one to me.  Eventually we
entered the main building and the place sure didn't look like an insane
asylum.  It was a large open space with nice furniture and a big pool table
between two living rooms and a kitchen at the far end.  They helped me
upstairs to a huge bedroom where I got on the bed.  It was the softest bed
I've even been on and it smelled way better than the hospital.  Blake
climbed on beside me and snuggled up against me.

"We're glad you're home Dad.  Do you remember anything yet?"

"No," I said bluntly.

"Just give him time Blake.  Let it happen naturally."

"Wanna take a shower, Justin.  I could wash your hair for you like you do
for me."

"No, I could just use some sleep for a bit if that's okay."

"Sure.  Just come downstairs or call for us if you need anything.  Just use
ADAM?"  Colin told me.

"Who's Adam?" I asked wondering if they had a nurse or something in the
place.

"The computer that runs the house.  Just say `ADAM', followed by a command
and it'll carry it out for you."

"Great.  ADAM, give me my memory back please," I said out loud.

"Please clarify request," a voice said out of the wall.  I almost shit
myself.

"Uhhh, never mind," I told him.  "Can he do things like turn out lights?"

"Try it."

"ADAM turn out the lights please."  The room immediately went dark.

"That's cool."

"ADAM turn the lights back on please," I said.  The lights came back on.

"Come on Blake, let's let Justin get some sleep."  As they left they turned
the lights down low and I turned over and went to sleep.  I awoke not sure
where I was at first and then remembered I was in the nut house.  A really
nice nut house though.  "ADAM, turn on the lights please," I said.  They
came on and I smiled.  I needed to take a wicked piss so I headed to the
bathroom.  I almost took a leak in the wrong toilet.  Who the hell has two
toilets in a bathroom?  Although one of them looked more like a drinking
fountain with a dildo in the middle of it.  I still felt weak but at least
I was mobile now.  After I took my piss, the first thing I noticed was my
reflection in the mirror.  I don't think I'm gonna get used to seeing
myself as a blonde, but until my black hair grows back in, I think I can
have fun with it.  Who knows, maybe I'll stay a blonde.  I do kinda look
hot.  I wandered out of the room into the hall and strolled cautiously down
the stairs.  Maybe I'd find out something about the evil plot to change the
rest of my life.  I got to the main floor and no one seemed to be around,
but I did hear some noise from the level below so I went through the glass
door and could smell the chlorine of a pool.  I slowly made my way
downstairs and saw a bunch of people running around.  I rolled my eyes as I
saw that they were all naked.  I was about to go back up when Blake ran
over to greet me.

"Hi Dad!  Did you have a good sleep?  I'm still Blake in case you forgot
again."

"Got it.  I only lost my memory from before the accident, not since, so you
don't have to tell me who you are each time kid.  Why isn't anyone wearing
a swim suit?"

"We always swim naked, silly."  He took my hand and led me to the pool
where everyone else was there.  Three little kids ran up to me and smiled.

"Hi Unca Justin.  You feeling better?"  I looked down at the little guy and
smiled.

"Uh, yeah thanks," I said not wanting to have to explain anything else.  My
identical clone and a guy with long blonde hair and grey eyes came up and
smiled.

"Hey bro.  You gonna join us? You remember Troy?"  I didn't but I just
nodded.

"Nah, I was just hungry.  Do you think I could get something to eat?  Who
are the little kids?"

"Those are you nephews.  The older one is James, he's seven and the other
two are the twins Trevor and Travis.  They're three."  The two in the pool
are Kyle and his boyfriend Chance.  The three in the hot tub are J.P. (he's
the one that looks like us), his boyfriend Ryan, and of course, Alex."

"And does everyone run around naked all the time?"

"A lot of the time, but mainly just around the pool area.  What kind of
food would you like?"

"I dunno, maybe a grilled cheese sandwich or something if that's not too
much trouble."

"Sure, let's go up to the kitchen."

He went to head upstairs after he dried off with a towel.  "Umm, are you
gonna put clothes on?"

"I can if you prefer," he smiled as he went and grabbed a pair of shorts
and a shirt.  That felt a little less awkward.  I followed him to the
kitchen where he began to make the sandwiches.  He made small talk as he
got things ready and Colin joined us.  When he saw we were wearing clothes,
he put some flannel track pants on but remained shirtless.  He was
obviously someone who worked out as he had abs and a nice chest.  For a guy
he was really good looking.  In different circumstances I could easily see
being friends with him.

"So are we really identical?"  I asked out of curiosity to Jason.  "Did
they change you like they did me?"

"Change you?"

"Yeah.  Died my hair and eyebrows, removed my scar.  Gave me this arm
tattoo," I said pushing up my sleeve to show the arm band I had.

"No, we were born identical," he grinned.  "You'll just have to trust that
we're brother's Justin.  I can show you tons of pictures of us growing up
with Mom and Dad.  Even your birth certificate and I.D. show we're
brothers.  Don't worry when your memory comes back, you'll look at all this
and laugh.  But for now it must be kinda weird not knowing who anyone is.
It's like you're living another life."

"That's what it feels like," I admitted.  He put the sandwiches in the oven
and we talked more.  He even ran to get his computer and showed me
pictures.  Others ran up to say hi while we were hanging out in the kitchen
and no one seemed to think to put clothes on.  It was like I had been moved
into a nudist colony.  If I see one more penis, I'm going to scream.
They'd done a really good job of making those other two guys look just like
me, and I had to admit I checked out every part of them including their
private areas.  Although private didn't seem to be a word in any of their
vocabularies.  It felt so unreal to think I belonged here with all these
people, and that I was gay and married.  Even if I was Justin, how could I
not remember if I were gay?  That seems like it should be something you'd
remember, like talking and eating and stuff.  Clone dude, Jason, and Colin
told me lots of stories and I listened as I ate.  We went through my wallet
so they could show me my I.D. All of it said I was Justin Masters, but that
could have been easily been manufactured.  Jason asked if I remembered the
PIN's to my bank and credit cards.  I admitted I didn't.

"You use 6968," he grinned.

"How come you know that?  Aren't PIN's supposed to be secret?"  I asked
suspiciously.

"Mostly they are, but we all know each other's numbers.  It's not like we
have any secrets around here.  Hell, even Blake knows your number.  You
have him run to the ATM enough.  You said your number was easy to remember
as you 69 once and then owe them one."

"A sex joke right?"  I smirked.  Of course it is.  "Well it should be easy
enough to remember I guess."

"Hey dude.  Feeling better?"  The guy with the highlighted hair asked as he
came into the kitchen with the guy that I think they said was his
boyfriend.  If I remember correctly one was Chance and the other Kyle or
Lyle or something.  I'd just fake it till I made it.

"Yeah I guess.  Just wish someone in this house would wear some clothes.
I'm not really comfortable with everyone being naked."

"Wow, you really aren't yourself.  You're the king of naked town usually.
I don't think there's ever been a guy in here that you didn't get out of
his clothes; straight or gay."

"If you say so," I acknowledged as another guy strolled in without clothes.
Jesus, how many guys live here?  We could have our own sports team if this
kept up.  It was beginning to feel like a fancy locker room anyway.
 "Malcolm is our Manny for the kids."

"What's a Manny?"

"A male nanny," Highlight hair replied.

"Around here, it's the almost the easiest job in the world.  I feel like
you guys do most of the work," Malcolm said to him.

"I'm sure you have your hands full during the day when we're all out," the
other guy said.  "Still waiting to get you into bed though."

"In case you have amnesia too, Kyle, I'm the straight one in the house,"
Malcolm smiled as he patted him on the back.  Yet he was as naked as the
rest of them.  Seems like he'd wear clothes so he didn't tempt them into
some unwanted sex act.  Although if I were making comparisons, and I'm not,
he was the only one that wasn't circumcised among the adults.  The three
smallest kids weren't either so I originally figured they were related
somehow.  I guess my powers of reasoning are still faulty.  I probably
shouldn't look at their dicks or it would fuel their belief that I was gay,
but you try being in a room of naked guys and not check them out.  I had to
remember to stare at their eyes.  Thank god there weren't girls running
around naked or I'd have such a boner right now.  Having all these people
around was more than a little overwhelming, and when I saw the two
boyfriends, Lyle, Kyle, whatever, and Chance so close to each other, all I
could think about was them having sex together and I shuddered at the
thought.  Christ I'm trying to eat here, put some clothes on or at least a
towel so that when you bend over at the fridge I'm not having to look at
your ass.  Not that I was looking at their asses, but no one seemed to have
any body hair either, except on their legs and heads.  Maybe they were all
robot clones bred to be a new smooth type of human.  I think my mind was
wandering away again.  As Jason tried to prove we were brothers I couldn't
help notice that growing up there were only two of us in each picture, yet
there was that J.P. guy as well.  When he came up and I had a chance to see
them side by side, they really were identical.  I couldn't tell them apart
and Jason even removed his clothes so I could really check them out. I
don't think any of them could stay in clothes if they wanted to, and maybe
that was a rule around here or something.  It really shot their theory of
us growing up together all to hell.  You'd think if they went to this much
trouble to try and prove I was their brother that they'd have put three of
us in each picture and not just two.  Oops, epic fail abductor dudes.  I
didn't say anything as I didn't want them to know I was on to their game,
whatever game this was.  Malcolm said goodbye to all of us as he said he
had a date and had to get going.  So at least one of these guys didn't live
here.

Then the entertainer of the group came in.  If he introduced himself to me
again, I could easily see smashing his head onto the counter and cracking
it open like a walnut.  He grabbed a grilled cheese sandwich and sat right
next to me.  "Whatcha doin?"  He asked.

"Showing your Dad pictures of when we were growing up," Jason told him.  He
unceremoniously pulled the computer over to himself and looked.

"You guys sure looked young here," he smiled.  "How old are you?"

"In this picture I think we were about 11 or 12.  So pretty close to your
age, I think," Jason explained.

"You kinda look like me at that age," he smiled.  "Except I have WAY
curlier hair.  You guys had dorky haircuts back then."  Jesus kid, don't
hold back, just say what you're thinking.  I shook my head.  I don't know
who he really belongs to, but they need some serious parenting on this boy.
He feels free to do and say whatever he wants, and doesn't seem to have any
boundaries.  He didn't think twice about grabbing my penis in the hospital,
and just took the computer away from us.  This kid need some serious
discipline...and some god damn clothes.  He touches his dick more than a
monkey in a cage.  They should get him some toys to play with instead of
his dick.  Although he wasn't exactly small in the dick department.  Maybe
when you hit puberty that's the first thing to grow.  I know that kid's
eyes always look huge when they're smaller as they never grow, but I
thought dicks grew proportionately to the rest of the body.  Maybe they
grow first and the rest of you follows.  Meh, what do I care?  He's not my
kid, despite what these people are trying to get me to believe.  I was
trying to focus my attention above table height where all I had to look at
were faces and a few torsos.

I managed to get some alone time with Alex.  Strange how he was the only
one I could remember even a little bit about, although so weird how he
looked this much older.  "Can I ask you some stuff and don't get pissed or
anything if I say the wrong thing, okay?"

"Go for it.  We don't have secrets from each other," he said sitting with
me on the couch having gotten dressed earlier. I think at some point they
got the message that I was uncomfortable with nudity as they had all gotten
dressed.

"Since I can slightly remember that we're friends, I can only assume we've
been friends for a while, right?"

"Yep.  Since we were 12.  Which is like 9 years now."

"But if Jason and J.P. are my brothers how come I don't remember them.
Wouldn't I have known them my entire life?"

"Jason, yes, but you only met J.P. a few years ago."  He explained the
story of how we'd met in a short form and it seemed as hard to believe as
the fact they thought I was gay.  He also explained how he and I had been
boyfriends and that he'd come out to me.

"We were boyfriends?"  I asked shocked.  "So how come you're with my
brother?  Did you get us mixed up at some point?"

He laughed.  "No, but it has happened.  You met Colin and fell for him and
I fell for Jason.  It was actually you who tricked us.  You and Jason
switched places so that you could hang out with Colin and we just ended up
falling for the people we have now."

"This so doesn't sound real.  The only thing I remember about us is that we
used to hang out and do things like going camping and stuff.  Do we still
do that?"

"Not as much since our lives got busier, but I definitely miss it.  Would
be nice if we could go again sometime.  Maybe when you're better."

"Did we have sex when we were camping?"

"Not when we were kids, but when we became boyfriends we did.  Does that
make it weird?"

"A little, but since I can't remember it, I'll just assume it never
happened.  I'm pretty sure I'm straight and if I have been having sex with
guys, maybe it was just a phase, or maybe my brain was malfunctioning back
then and has just now started to act properly and is blocking out all the
things it thinks I should forget."

"I doubt that, but I guess only time will tell.  But no matter what
happens, all of us are here for you and if you end up being straight and
don't come back to being the Justin we are used to, then we'll figure it
out as a family.  Just take whatever time you need buddy.  We're all here
for you."  He raised his hand and I grabbed it as he gave me a bro hug.
Nice and normal like two regular dudes.

Blake bounced in and said we were all going to watch a movie and that Colin
said he was to ask if we wanted to join in.  I was up for that as it
sounded like a good distraction.  I thought we would be going out, but
apparently they were staying home as they had their own movie theatre.
This is definitely some sort of cult or abduction, otherwise why have a
theatre in your house when it was way more fun to go out to the movies and
have popcorn and stuff.  They'd even thought of that though as they had a
popcorn machine.  Blake seemed to be the guy in charge of it as he handed
stuff out to everyone.  I picked a chair by myself even though Colin had
suggested we share one of the double couch/chair things.  He looked a
little disappointed that I didn't sit with him.  I looked at how everyone
was spread out and tried to get it sorted out.  J.P. and Ryan were on one
set of chairs together curled up.  Jason and Alex were on another.  The
kids were all lying on the bean bag chairs down front with Kyle and Chance
putting on an inappropriate display of almost making out with each other
during the movie.  I think I even saw hands go down pants.  Once I was done
with the popcorn bag, I could use it as a barf bag.  If I see just one
blowjob happen, I'm going to lose it.  Colin was sitting in the chair next
to me and kept looking over at me and smiling.  He asked me a few times if
I needed anything.  I wasn't rude enough to tell him to stop bothering me
and that the only thing I needed was for everyone to leave me alone.  I
tried to get into the movie the best I could to block out everything else.
Almost as soon as it was over, J.P. said he and Ryan had to be going which
was what I hoped all of them would do eventually.

"Ryan's got a couple of friends in town from his old career and we said
we'd hang out with them.  Can't wait to meet them," he grinned as he licked
his lips.  God, even when they're talking normally they make it sound
sexual.  Everyone said good night and they took off.  Chance and Kyle,
found out that was his name, not Lyle, said they were heading to bed and by
the way they took off hand in hand I had no doubt they were going to have
sex.  So gross.  I can't even imagine what that would be like doing it with
a guy.  Sucking on a cock and taking it up the ass.  I wondered which one
of them was going to be the one to get fucked.  Probably the one with the
highlights in his hair.  He looks like he's more feminine, almost the
pretty one.  The other dude was more jock like.  What am I saying?  Who
cares?  It's so sick, and not good sic, bad sick.

Jason and Alex picked up the little kids, who has fallen asleep during the
movie and carried them to bed.  The 7 or 8 year old looked like he was
about three hours past his bed time too.  The only one with any sign of
life was Blake.  I think that kid runs on pure sugar.  He bounced over to
us and asked what we're doing next.

"Bed," Colin told him.

"Seriously?  Boring.  I'll just stay up and play video games.  If you guys
wanna go to bed go ahead."

"Head for bed, Blake and we'll lock up the house," Colin told him.

"Oh, big job that is.  ADAM lock the house," Blake said into the air and I
hear locks snapping all over the house.  "There, house is locked up.  Good
night Dads."  He came over and gave Colin a hug and a kiss and then came
over to do the same to me.  I made sure he only kissed me on the cheek.
Knowing this kid he'd be trying for full lips and probably tongue.  I
shuddered again.  It was finally just Colin and me and I wasn't sure what
to do now.

"I guess I'm tired too.  It's been a lot to take in all at once.  I should
go to bed."

"Sure, good idea.  A little more rest and maybe your memories will start to
come back."  We left the theatre room and headed upstairs.  At least I
remembered where the bedroom was that they'd given me.  Colin followed me
in and closed the door.  I was unsure what we were doing, but I had a nasty
feeling that if he was supposed to be married to me that we were sharing
the bedroom.  I looked around quickly and realized there was only one bed.
I think I began to panic.

"Umm, do we both sleep in here?"  I asked trying to sound more curious than
scared.

"Yeah, this is our bedroom.  Guess you wouldn't know that yet, huh?"

"No, sorry.  Uhh, just another question and don't freak out or be insulted
or anything, but I don't want sex or anything if that's okay.  I know we're
supposed to be married and all, but I still think it's all some big mistake
as I'm pretty sure I'm straight.  No offense."

"It's all good. Let's just take things as they come, as you can handle it,"
he smiled as he headed for the bathroom. I took off my socks and pants and
jumped quickly into bed before he returned.  I didn't have anything to
change into so I just stayed the way I was.  Colin didn't take long in the
bathroom and strolled out naked a few minutes later and got into bed on the
other side.  "You comfortable enough?"  He asked.

"Uh, sure.  Thanks," I replied.  As comfortable as it gets with a naked guy
in bed with me.  He put his hand on my shoulder.

"It'll get better Justin.  I just hope you get your memories back soon.  I
love you," he said as he kissed my shoulder.

"Thanks.  I hope they come back too.  This all seems so weird right now," I
replied staying on my side away from him.  If I turned I figure he'd think
I wanted to kiss or something.

"We always sleep without clothes, so I never thought about it, but if you
need something to change into until you're comfortable, there's a whole
closet full of clothes that are yours.  Clean shirts, underwear, socks,
etc.  Just wear whatever you want.  You don't have to sleep in the same
things you wore all day if you want to wear clothes to bed."

"Thanks.  I'm good for now.  I can change in the morning if that's okay.  I
don't stink or anything do I?"

He laughed.  "No.  Plus I'm pretty use to all your smells by now.  Even
those rank farts."

"Gotta let the gas out or it's unhealthy," I replied, not sure what else to
say that would be appropriate at the moment.  "I should get some sleep.
Good night and thanks for everything today.  Maybe it'll help my memories
and stuff."

"I hope so sweetie.  Good night," he rubbed my shoulder again and then
moved over to give us a bit more space.  That was pretty decent of him.  I
half expected him to make me sleep naked and suck his cock or some other
gay shit.  I fell asleep quickly and woke up in the morning slightly unsure
of where I was until I looked over and saw Colin still beside me.  I just
looked at him for a minute and thought about us being married.  I suppose
if I had to marry a guy, I could do a lot worse than this one.  He was
actually pretty good looking for a dude.  He had blonde hair that was
neatly cut and great facial features.  He could easily be a model or
something.  From what I saw of him yesterday, the rest of his body was
pretty good too.  I thought I had a nice body, but he seemed like he must
work out a lot more than I did.  As I watched him sleep and breathe, I felt
a little creepy, but then all I wanted to do was to try to remember
something about him, anything really.  If what they were telling me was
true about us being married, then I can only imagine what sort of things
we've done together and the fact he got into bed so easily with me last
night means we must have had sex too.  Curiosity got the best of me and I
gently pushed the covers back slightly to see more of him to see if it
would stir up any memory or emotion, `cause right now the only one I was
having was an overwhelming desire to be sick thinking I'd had sex with this
dude, or any dude for that matter.  He had a really good body and I almost
jumped out of my skin when he moved slightly.  He ended up moving the
covers further down and I could see that he had an erection.  Shit.
Shit. Shit.  I pulled the covers back up and moved away as far as possible.
If he woke up and saw me staring at him with a boner, he'd get the wrong
idea for sure.  I closed my eyes to try to go back to sleep, but once you
see something like that, you just can't unsee it.  I had my own piss hardon
so I hoped that his was just a normal guy thing and not that he was
planning on shoving it into me, because I can tell you right now if that
comes anywhere near my ass, I'm going to pound it with a mallet until it's
as flat as a pancake.  He won't be able to use it for anything but peeing
after that.  I slipped out of bed quietly and went to take a piss to get
rid of the boner.  No need to give him the wrong idea if he woke up and saw
it.  I hung out in the bathroom for a while and kept staring at myself in
the mirror.  Blonde hair was growing on me and I kinda liked it.  I was a
chick magnet for sure with hair like this.  I needed to go out for a bit
and see if I could find anything familiar, or at the very least see if
blondes really do have more fun.  I returned to the bedroom and decided to
climb back into bed for a while longer.  As I slipped back under the
covers, I must have disturbed Colin as he opened his eyes and said good
morning.

"How are feeling today?  Did you sleep okay?"  He asked.

Surprisingly I had actually. "Yeah, great thanks.  No strange dreams, but
no new memories either."

"All in good time," he smiled as he pushed the covers back and walked over
to the bedroom.  It was impossible not to see his erection leading the way.
Fortunately when he returned it was gone, so I was relieved that it was
probably just a morning woody and not because he wanted to do perverted
things to my ass.  He seemed like a pretty decent dude.  "You staying in
bed for a while or do you want to take a shower?"

"I should probably get up and get on with my day.  I'm pretty sure lying
around isn't helping get memories back."

"Great.  I'll show you where your clothes are as I'm sure you want
something clean to change into," he offered.  I got out of bed and he
showed me the large walk-in closet as well as the drawers that had socks,
underwear etc.  He had some really nice things.

"What can I wear?"  I asked.

"Anything.  We're the same size when it comes to clothes, so what's yours
is mine and vice versa."

"Even underwear?" I asked surprised.

"Yep, but usually your stuff is in the left side and mine is in the right,
but whatever you want just help yourself."  I opened the top left drawer
which was full of underwear.  There was probably enough for a new pair
every day for a year.  I pulled out one pair and it was like a jockstrap,
but not a typical white jock.  In fact all of the shorts were colorful and
very much designer.  No tighty whities or loose boxers here.  I checked the
right side drawer just out of curiosity and they were mainly more of the
same.  I went back to my side and picked a pair of brightly colored boxer
briefs that looked like they would be comfortable.  Then I found a shirt
and pair of pants that I liked.

"Are these okay?"  I asked Colin who was still naked and selecting his own
stuff.

"Sure.  Looks good."

"Which shoes are mine?"  I asked.

He pointed to a pile on the left side of the closet.  "That's the one thing
we can't share.  Your feet are a little larger than mine," he smiled.  I
headed for the bathroom and jumped into the shower which felt nice washing
over me.  I hadn't been in long before Colin entered the bathroom and began
to brush his teeth.

I wiped the water out of my face and turned slightly so I wasn't exactly
full in his view.  "Sorry I should have asked.  Did you want to use the
bathroom first?  I can get out of the shower if you want."

"My bad," he said looking over at me.  "We normally just share.  I forgot
that you might not be used to that.  I'll come back when you're done," he
said as he rinsed out his toothbrush and left.  I went back to finishing my
shower and then dressed before going out to the bedroom.  Colin was in a
robe and apologized again.  I felt bad as I'm sure he was a nice guy and
all, and this must be as hard for him as it was for me, but I just couldn't
be who he wanted me to be.  As soon as he went back in the bathroom, I
headed downstairs to get some food.  I was alone as I got some cereal and
juice and sat at the table, then the two little kids ran down the stairs
and came up to me.

"Daddy, can we have some cereal?"  One of them asked me.

"I'm not your Daddy, but I'm sure I could find you some.  What type do you
like?"

"Apple Jacks," they both said at the same time as they jumped up and down
excitedly.  Fine, Apple Jacks.  I found them and poured the kids a bowl,
but they had some idea that it had to be a special bowl.  What fucking
difference does it make what bowl the cereal goes in?  But the boys seemed
adamant, so I changed bowls to the ones they had given me.  Alex walked in
next with James followed by Blake who seemed a little more subdued than
normal.  Almost as if he were up to something as he kept looking over at
the twins, but not really my problem.  The kitchen was getting busier and
my little bit of peace and quiet was rapidly changing.

Blake sat down and looked at the twins with a grin.  "Rico, Kowalski, plan
A," he said nodding towards me.

The little kids got up and climbed onto my lap.  "Daddy, can we go
swimming?"

"I have no idea.  I'm not your Dad."  I picked put each one back on the
floor but they came right back up like yo-yos.  "Jason!!" I yelled.  I
assumed the kid had me mixed up with my clone, so I'd get his help.
"JASON!"

"Rico, Kowalski, plan B," Blake said as he shoveled more cereal in his
face.  The twins jumped off my lap and began to take remove their clothes.

"Alex?  Do something here?  Rico, Kowalski?"

Penguins of Madagasgar.  Don't ask.  Boys keep the clothes on.  Blake stop
being a shit disturber," Alex said to them.

"Private, dibble me," Blake said looking at James who picked up an Apple
Jack and threw it to him which, surprisingly, he caught in his mouth.

"Men, strike a pose," Blake said as the kids all stood up and posed.

James giggled.  "Sir, how long do we stay like this?"

"Until we reach maximum coolness," Blake replied trying to remain serious
as he kept his pose.

"Coolness achieved boys.  Coolness achieved," Alex told them.  They giggled
like little girls and ran their dishes over to the kitchen.  "It's a line
from the movie," he explained.

Colin and Jason had come down sometime during the craziness.  "So can I
borrow a car to go get some air?"  I asked Colin politely as he sat down
beside me with his toast and coffee.  I was freaking out and needed to get
away for a bit, but I didn't need them to think I was stealing a car and
have the cops after me.

"They're your cars as much as they're mine," he replied.  "Take whichever
one you want.  Normally you use the Maserati to just go daily stuff, but if
you would rather use one of the others, the keys are all in the hall
closet."

"No, the Maserati is fine. Thanks."

"Are you sure you're up to driving?"

"Yeah, I feel fine except for the whole lost memory and not knowing who I
am thing," I replied almost bluntly.  "I just need a little breathing
space.  I'll be back soon if that's okay."  He seemed a little reluctant
and asked if I was sure I wouldn't like some company.  I could see he was
worried, but I really just needed some alone time.  This house was way too
crazy busy to allow me to even try and think.

"I was talking to a doctor and we can go see a specialist about the memory
loss if you want.  They have some good ones at the University, but we could
also go see a leading doctor in the field in the States.  I think any help
would be good to see if you can get your memories back," Colin said
offering support.

"Sure, we can do that but like the other doctors said, there's no need for
concern yet.  Usually these things are just temporary.  I have everyone's
numbers in my phone if I get lost or need help right?"  I thanked him and
went to find the keys.  I would have taken one of the super vehicles, but
if I got into an accident I'd never be able to pay for them, so I figured
the Maserati was a safer bet.  It was a pretty sweet ride anyway.  I slowly
pulled out of the driveway not really sure where I was going, but once I
was out of the compound I floored it to get away from there as fast as I
could.  I figured I should probably get some money, so I stopped at an ATM
and tried the bank cards.  I entered my PIN almost chanting the saying that
my clone told me.  `69 and I'll owe you one.'  I asked it for $500 and
smiled when the machine didn't even hesitate to spit out that much cash.  I
looked at the slip when it came out and I had thousands of dollars.  I
checked the balance on the savings account and it showed a few million
dollars.  Probably a glitch, but I put the paper in my wallet as it would
be fun to show it to people and watch their mouths drop open.  I might even
frame it so I felt rich.  I was about to leave and then wondered just how
much more I could get out before the machine would stop me.  Turns out the
limit was $5,000.  I had cash stuffed in several pockets.  I also had a
couple of credit cards which might be handy if I needed more money, but I
think they can track those, so I probably wouldn't use them.  Plus with
$5,000 I was feeling pretty loaded right now anyway.  That'll teach them to
give me a PIN and a bank balance as part of their tricks.

About an hour into my drive I realized that I had no idea where to go or
what I should be doing.  I pulled into a mall and stopped in the washroom
for a pee.  As I stood there taking a leak, some old guy came up and used
the urinal right next to me.  So not cool.  Then he made an over emphasized
point of looking at my dick and stepping back slightly to show me his as he
stroked it.  The guy had to be half dust he was so old.  He licked his lips
and then reached over and took hold of my penis.

Holy Shit!  That so isn't right on any level.  I turned quickly, yanked his
hand off me and gave him a solid right cross that connected perfectly with
his jaw.  He went down hard bashing his head on the urinal as he fell.  I
fastened my pants almost catching my dick in my zipper as I raced for the
door.  I was only halfway out when I realized how much that hurt my
knuckles.  That son of a bitch might have broken my hand.  Fucking old fag.
If one more person grabs my cock, I'm going to cut their dicks off with
garden shears.  I just need a pair of garden shears.  I raced out of the
mall and jumped in my car and took off.  I was shaking so bad that I really
need something to calm down and noticed a Starbucks and pulled in to get a
coffee.  I got a vanilla latte and sat down at a table and looked around.
The place was pretty empty except for a couple of people working on
laptops.  This was the first normal thing I'd done since I got out of the
hospital jail.  My hand was throbbing and I noticed some bruising on the
knuckles.  Then out of nowhere I began to cry and couldn't stop.  It was so
random and overwhelming that tears were running down my face with such
force that I think I filled my coffee cup up again.  The guy next to me saw
and came over to sit at my table.

"Hey are you okay?  I'm Karl."

"I dunno.  I'm kinda lost and not sure what I'm doing," I sobbed.

"Is there anyone I can call?"  He asked.

"No, I don't have anyone.  It's just me."  Which is kind of true.  In my
mind, it was just me.

"Listen, I know you don't know me, but I'm just getting off work and if
you'd like some company; maybe someone to talk to, we can hang out for a
bit.  We could grab dinner or something.  I don't know about you but I find
that a good meal and good company always makes me feel better.  What's your
name?"

"Triton.  Triton Donnelly."

"Nice to meet you Triton Triton Donnelly," he smiled.  "Karl Alexander.
Just one Karl."

"Hi, just one Karl."  I said grinning slightly as I wiped my face.  He was
funny.  I looked at him and he was an older guy, maybe 35 but seemed like
he took care of himself.  He looked like a bit of a body builder and
certainly not someone you would expect to be so caring.  More the type that
would give you a bear hug and crush every rib in your chest.

"I have to swing by my place which is just a couple of blocks from here and
change if you don't mind.  I've just come off a 14 hour shift and could use
cleaning up before we grab a bite."

"Sure."  I said.  I didn't really have any other plans so why not.  This
should take my mind off my crazy life at the moment and I could stay low in
case the popo were looking for me for attacking that old homo.  I just
hoped I hadn't killed him.  Someone as pretty as me wouldn't do well in a
federal prison being someone's little pussy boy.

"Good!" he said slapping my thigh and giving it a firm squeeze.  I think he
may have shattered a bone or two.  This is one powerful dude.  Maybe he
could be my bodyguard and fight my battles.  I rubbed my knuckles again as
they were still hurting.  We finished our coffees and went to head out.




End of Chapter.  Triton is off with his new bodyguard.  Justin is tagging
along because he has to. What could possibly go wrong?  Next chapter up
soon.  Lots more ahead as we try to regain memories of the past.

Comments and suggestions always welcome at outinwest@gmail.com.