Chapter 4

Before he knew it, Chance had been at Last Chance for three months already, and he is loving every day. He and Zayden are falling even more and more in love by the day, and though they have still not gone all the way and made sweet gay baby diaper love to each other, they are sucking or rubbing pretty much every day, though some days all they do is just kiss and cuddle. Never before had Chance ever not had full out sex when he clearly had the chance to do so, both he and Zayden know that they could do so at any time, yet neither has brought it up. While they do lotion and cream each other up, sometimes quite well during their diaper changes, they have never truly sucked and fingered each other either.

Tonight Chance wants to change that.

“Baby, I wanna suck you so dry you'll be barren like a desert for days, and I wanna slip my fingers as deep inside you as I can, and I'd really like for you to do the same to me at the same time please?”

“Okay.” Zayden said brightly.

“Only wish I had some cum to give you as well?”

“Yes, well, not yet Baby, but probably pretty soon. I can wait, and in the meantime, we haven't even sucked each others piss, other than a few times while watching each other as we do so from each others soggy baby diapers, which is always fucking hot, so, I definitely wanna drain you of all your sweet gay baby peepee, and I'll happily give you all I can as well.”

“Hell yeah. Is pretty hot, though, isn't it.”

“Mmmhmm. And tell me, how many times have you dreamed of getting Aidan and Jonah's soggy baby diapers and sucking the piss outta them?”

“Couple times, nor would I complain about seeing them in just their soggy baby diapers either.”

“Me neither. Have you desired having sex with them?”

“No, you?”

“No, which is strange. I so totally woulda fucked them long and hard, 'til we were all fucking dry and limp, and of course let them fuck me too, but since we've gotten together, I haven't even looked at another boy sexually.”

“Yeah, same here. Still wouldn't mind trading soggy baby diapers and tasting them.” Chance grinned.

“Same. I want your piss most of all right now though, so, I think it's bloody well close enough to bed time Baby, let's go to bed and see where the night takes us.”

“Okay.”

When they made it to their bedroom, they stripped each other down to just their soggy baby diapers, then laid down in a sixty nine position, pushed down the fronts of each others diapers at the same time, and inhaled each other to the root. Of course, this is much easier for Zayden still, but Chance has had far larger dicks than even Zayden's invading his throat, and he is no stranger to it. The fact that he seems to have zero gag reflex always made him popular amongst the dirty men who loved to fuck him in every hole.

As soon as they had the other buried in his throat, and before they even did anything else, they slipped their hands into the backs of the others diapers, finding their moist holes inside. Because they always lotion and cream each other really well during every soggy bum change, they find each other still nice and juicy and more than lubed for what they have in mind. They tickle and toy for only a minute, still not even starting to suck each other, just buried inside each other, and then, as they bury one finger into the other, they start very slowly sucking each other. Their mouths and fingers are going at the same slow pace, they want to make this last, to really and truly learn each others every hot spot.

They had not cum, though, since two days previous, and so, sadly, they are too full, too charged, and after at most two minutes, they are cumming. Chance enjoys Zayden's nice creamy cum load immensely, but Zayden enjoys Chance's orgasm none the less. With that main load out of the way, they both concentrate on giving each other the other load that they so desperately need now, and within just a second of each other, they manage to start their flow and give each other the small amount that they are able to give.

They savour each others unique flavour for as long as they can, but eventually they have to swallow it all down, and just as they do so, they start sucking once more.

Zayden is the first to start slipping his second finger inside of Chance, and as it slips in, Chance sighs deeply, and repays the favour, and slips a second finger inside Zayden, who also sighs deeply. Neither has felt this in so long, much longer for Zayden, of course, but much longer than Chance had ever felt that he could go without feeling this. It feels so good to finally have something buried inside himself once more, and for the first time ever, it is pure love that he feels as he is being fingered.

Zayden too feels the exact same way, he had always felt best with a cock in his pussy, but it has been so long since he has had anything inside himself, that he almost forgot just how good it could be. Then he realized that what he is feeling now, as simple as it is, feels far nicer than any hundred times that he had been fucked.

Neither boy is a stranger to being fucked, both had had it young, and rough, they both wanted it, needed it, craved it, and they had both been hurt because of it. Neither cared about that in the least, they had just needed to be fucked. Now, there is zero pain, only pleasure the likes of which they have never known, and the feel of love permeating them is bringing them even closer together, adding more and more love to them than either ever thought was possible.

Of course, neither boy ever thought for a moment in their lives that they would ever love someone, nor that they could be loved. Neither was even certain that love truly existed. Chance had loved his mother, kind of, at least that is what he had felt it must be. Now that he is experiencing love, and is starting to understand it, he is not so sure of that any more. Sure, he feels a connection to her, feels somewhat close to her, but, maybe not love, not any more.

As slow and as deep as they can, Chance and Zayden are sucking and fingering each other. They are being surprisingly slow and tender, once more, something that they had never experienced until they met each other. They have always been slow and tender with each other, not like the men and teens that they had had in the past, that fucked them hard and fast, and even sometimes brutal.

This time the baby boys last damn near ten minutes before cumming once more, and as they do so, they slip a third finger inside each other, and do not even bother stopping. They have always managed to have back to back to back orgasms and not tire, and now they have zero interest in stopping any time soon. Both boys are feeling so good, that they simply do not want to stop.

About fifteen minutes later, and as they came once more, this time Zayden is just as dry as Chance is, they slip a fourth finger inside each other, and are really working each other as deeply as they are able to, yet they are still going so very slowly. They are only about half way to their next orgasm, when Chance pulls off for just a second.

“I wanna feel you slip your whole hand inside me, I know I can take it.”

“You mean it Baby, you sure, if you wanna, then I will, and I totally want yours inside me as well.” Zayden groaned.

“Oh yeah Baby, let's fist each other lovingly.”

And then they latched back on, and slipped their entire hands inside each other, and while normally fist and love do not belong in the same sentence, the boys managed to do it just as slow and tender as they had been doing all along. Now they are able to go far deeper, and now they finally feel full, and they feel good. They are pulling nearly all out, before slipping in as far as they are able to, and by the time they are ready to cum, about five minutes later, they are full out fisting each other.

As soon as they cum, though, that is it, that is all the boys have, and they pass out completely. They are not covered, they are still in each others mouths, they are still in each others asses, and they are sleeping far better than they ever have before. They had worn themselves out so much.

The boys woke to uproarious laughter.

“Oh god.” Chance groaned.

“Fuck me I feel full.” Zayden groaned.

“I wondered why you baby boys didn't come down to breakfast, so I came to get you, and this is how I find you, totally ruined diapers, fists inside each other, and still sucking each other. It was cute, you were even sucking each other like soothers as you slept.” Peter said, still chuckling.

“Yeah, was a pretty good night. Here Baby, we better pull out, but I have a feeling it's not gonna feel so good.” Chance said.

“Yeah.”

They slipped their hands from each other as slowly and gently as they could, and as they exited, they both sighed.

“Can honestly say, I've never slept with a fist inside me before, that was pretty hot to witness.” Peter said to the boys.

“Me neither.” Both boys said as one.

“Come on, spin around, I'll get you baby boys changed, you still look wiped.”

“Are you sure Peter, I thought you weren't allowed to do that sorta thing?” Zayden asked.

“It's kinda frowned upon, but we are allowed to help our students in their greatest needs, and from how worn out you both look still, I doubt you have the strength to do much yet. So, diaper change positions Babies.”

“Okay, thanks.” Chance said, because he does agree.

Peter made quick work of getting the boys cleaned, lotioned, creamed, and then diapered. As he did so, he inspected both boys to ensure that they did not hurt each other.

“Well, you boys are lucky, most don't escape their first fist fucking without tearing, but neither one of you's torn at all. You're certainly bruised and puffy, and I warn you, shitting for the next few days is gonna be some painful, but, within a week, you'll probably be doing it all over again.”

“We weren't fist fucking though.” Chance said.

“Oh, really, then what was that.”

“That was so totally fist loving.”

“Those aren't typically two words that get strung together in the same sentence, but, from the looks on both your faces, I think I believe you. You both look like you just visited the religious peoples version of heaven and came back far better for it.”

“I think that that's an incredibly precise description, to tell you the truth.” Zayden said.

“Mmmhmm.” Chance sighed.

“Yes, well, you two certainly are far more loving, and at a much younger age, than most people in our situation. That's good. We all need love, none of us got it when we were kids, and I'm glad that you two are sharing it all together now. Now, let's get the babies presentable and get you down to the cafeteria for some much needed breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Peter helped the boys into their robes, and then barefooted, they headed to the cafeteria, Chance and Zayden leaning on each other, because they needed the extra support. Peter told the boys to sit, that he would go get them breakfast, and they listened and did as they were instructed. Peter brought back a tray that looked like it should feed at minimum four people, and set it down in front of the boys and told them to eat up, and boy did they.

Once the boys were finished eating, Peter told them to go back to bed, that he would come and wake them up in a couple hours, so that Zayden could go to class. Chance of course does not have any classes to go to, but they both nodded and headed to their room for another couple hours of sleep.

“Okay Sleepyhead's, time to wake up, again.” Peter called out once he went to wake the boys again.

“It was only ten minutes ago that we crawled in, I thought you said a couple hours?” Chance groaned.

“It's been three, actually, I got busy, and forgot to come wake you boys, but you needed it. Fisting takes a lot out of a guy, trust me, I know. Once slept for fourteen hours after a particularly intense session.”

“Yeah, I can believe it.” Zayden laughed.

“Chance, you got a letter from the university, it just arrived.”

“Really, what's it say?”

“I don't know, I didn't open it, that's for you to do.”

“Oh, well, you coulda you know.”

“No, not this time, I think you needta read this one first yourself.” Peter said excitedly.

He passed the envelope to Chance, who took it and opened it right away, and from the look on his face, the other two knew what the response was.

“They, they want me, they say I pay not one cent, that they'll cover up to ten years, free of charge, considering my test results and the entrance essay I wrote, as well my station in life, as well my age. They really want me.” Chance said, tears pouring down his cheeks.

“See, told you, I told you very clearly that you'd be accepted in a heartbeat.”

“Yeah, well, it's still hard to believe anything good, when all I've been called is bad all my life.”

“I know how you feel, truly I do, hence the reason I give so much positive reinforcement here.”

“Thanks, I couldn't have done this without you.”

“You could've, you just needed the right place to do it. That's all you, I've really done nothing other than give you a home and a school that understands you and accepts you. The rest you did all yourself.”

“Well, yeah, that's what I mean. No one else would've fathomed giving me the opportunity, you did, and you do care, and you do understand, and to me, there can be nothing better. I know I'm a little smarter than average, you tell me that enough, and I kinda haveta admit it, I have passed grade twelve officially, and I'm only twelve. Actually, I guess I'm thirteen now.”

“Huh, what do you mean, when's your birthday?” Peter asked, and Zayden choked as well that he had missed it.

“It was last month sometime, but I don't know what day exactly, my mom doesn't either. She has no idea where my birth certificate is, and I really don't know or care all that much.”

“Um, I must have that in my records, somewhere, I'll tell you, but, in that case, happy belated birthday.”

“Thanks, but, even if I had've known what day it was, I wouldn't have told anyone, other than Zayden I suppose, because I don't like a fuss being made over me.”

“Most of the kids here don't. I hope that you realize that you're smarter than most, you certainly should, but the good thing about you is that you never rub peoples noses in it, you don't flaunt it, you just simply accept it, and that's excellent.”

“Yeah, well, you know as well as I do that flaunting anything on the streets gets you used, burglarized, or shanked, or, more often than not, all.”

“Yes, I do know that all too well. So, when can I mail your reply, tomorrow?”

“I don't even have it written.”

“Liar. You may not have it on paper yet, but don't tell me that there wasn't a glimmer of hope deep down that told you to write your reply, because you knew they'd accept you, and so, because you knew it, you have it already written in your head.”

“Well, yeah, but only partially. I kept telling that voice to fuck off, but I have it mostly done in my head anyway.”

“Why'd you do that?”

“Same reason you did when you were a kid. Hopes, dreams, desires, they were things for other people, good people, not gutter trash like me. I never let myself dream any more, dreams don't come true, they only torture those like us.”

“Yes, but look where you are now. Don't tell me that you didn't dream of something like this, at least once upon a time, and didn't that dream come true.”

“Yeah, I guess it did.”

“And don't tell me that deep down you didn't dream of having a boyfriend who understands and loves you for who and what you are, fully, and didn't that come true too.”

“Yeah.” Chance smiled softly.

“There you have it. Even gutter trash deserve to dream. Our dreams can't always come true, but sometimes they can, they just might take a while, and not always are they what we thought they would be, sometimes they're better. Believe me, I know.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right.”

“I know I am. Even all of us here have as much potential to go out and do great things, even though we're really all the same here. You're not the only one to ever tell me he or she doesn't dream, because it never comes true, and I ask them the same things, and they all admit that yeah, that dream did come true. So yes, dream, dream all you can, just never expect all dreams to come true, nor to come true in the way you expect.”

“Thanks, and because of you, so many of us have had our dreams come true, because of you, so many of us can look forward to dreaming again.” Chance said, tears pouring down.

“I've said it before, and I'll say it a million more times too, I thought that getting sent to this hell hole would be the end of me, but, in the end, it really was my dreams coming true too. I clawed my way through university to become a teacher, I wanted all kids to have the chance that I finally made for myself. Then, when I became a teacher, none of the kids respected me, none cared about me, they were either rich and couldn't be bothered, because they could live off of daddy's money for the rest of their lives and never haveta do anything, or they were dirt poor and oppressed so much by the rich, that they too couldn't care less. I dreamed about getting a school where not only did the students wanna come, but that I'd finally feel that sense of fulfillment that I desired. But it's not just me either, every teacher here, as well as every student, has a part to play, we all help each other to make this place what it is. Yes, this was my vision, and it makes me feel so happy to get to share it with so many.”

“And we all love you for it.” Zayden said.

“Yes, well, the feeling's mutual.”

Shortly after, the boys' diapers were changed, they were dressed, and Zayden was off to class, and Chance went to the woodworking class to continue building in there. He is using a whole bunch of the maple that they had recently had donated to them, and is making several small tables, bistro tables he is calling them. They are only about sixty centimeters across, round, and he has made lots of really neatly shaped bent laminated legs to go with them. He had already done the table tops, and is about half way through the glue up of all the legs. He only has enough time, forms, and clamps to do three legs at a time, and since every table gets three legs, he does one tables legs at a time, but he is doing eight tables.

He is going to make two chairs per table as well once he is done the tables, and then sell them on their website. By the end of the day, he has all the legs completed though, so that is good, and tomorrow he wants to get them all put together. Zayden says that he will happily do all the finishing for them once Chance is done, because that is the one thing that Chance does not like doing, whereas Zayden loves that part.

After dinner, Chance went and wrote out his acceptance letter, thanking them profusely for their belief in him, and that he would not let them down. He asked to do as much of the schoolwork outside of the university as possible, preferably right in the school that he is in right now, and what all classes that he wants to take, telling them what his final decision for profession that he would like. He wants to take extra studies in psychology and mental health though, as well as an extra course in learning assistance for the mentally disabled, since he feels that considering what he wishes to do, that these particular courses will likely come in very handy.

Peter happily mailed the two page long letter the next morning, and after breakfast the boys separated to get to work again and do all their work. Chance got the tables all put together, then got everything finish sanded, and they are already looking great.

When Zayden joined him after class, Zayden took the completed tables and started staining them. He is choosing a different colour for each table, writing it down so that he does not forget, because he will have to stain the chairs to match.

As Zayden is now doing the finishing, Chance gets started on the chairs that he wants to make. These are of an old fashioned design that he had found in one of the woodworking teachers really old books on woodworking that he thought looked really cool, but that no one will have seen in years really, and would also be reasonably simple to make, a cross between a three legged stool and chair. He started by gluing up all the pieces that he will need to make the seats, and then the legs.

Two days later, just as Zayden was finishing the last of the finishing work, Chance finished the chairs, so then handed them to Zayden to finish as well. Two days later again, Zayden is finished the finishing of the chairs, but Chance had moved onto something else.

As soon as they were done, the table and chairs were put onto the schools website for sale, and they were all snapped up within days. Everyone had loved them and told the boys that they had done a spectacular job on them, that they had looked every bit as good as any high end professional furniture would look like. Chance had said that he wanted to sell them for only three hundred dollars per table and two chairs, but Peter had said that was too little, and in the end, he put them on the website with make an offer, and the lowest price they took was six hundred, the highest was almost a thousand. Chance had been flabbergasted when Peter told him this.

A week later, and with all the pieces that Chance had been making, as well as what all the rest of the students use, they were quickly running out of supplies, and with a shit load of the money that Chance had earned the school recently, he, Zayden, and Peter all went for a walk to the nearest lumber yard to replenish some of their stocks. They are almost out of glue and the finish that they all like, and they are getting seriously low on all their sandpapers, screws, nails, and other assorted items. When they walked in, the owner saw them and came up right away.

“Good day Gentlemen, how are you today?” He asked happily.

“Good, thanks, and you?”

“Great. Who made those tables?” He said, pointing to one of the ones that Chance had just made.

“I did, why do you have one here?” Chance asked.

“Impressive, I've seen lesser quality goods come from high end shops, and this is that shit maple I sent you, isn't it?”

“Thanks Sir, and yes, it is, thanks so much, there was still so much good material in there, but lotsa waste too, but that's okay. Why do you have one here though?”

“Oh, my wife and I loved them so much, we bought one for ourselves, and I decided to buy an extra one to display on the floor, and I'm doing a draw for it. Five dollars gets an entry into it, and all proceeds go to your school.”

“But, that means you'd pay twice for it.” Chance said.

“So. It's a worthy cause.”

“And you donated all the material that went into it.”

“A very worthy cause.” He grinned.

“Wow, thanks.”

“I put it on the floor two days ago, and you wanna know how many ballots are already in the draw?”

“Not really.” Chance said.

“Hundred and twenty last I saw, already. I'm running the raffle for a month. You do the math.”

“Wow.” All three said as one.

“Exactly. Everyone loves the table and chairs, but the craftsmanship is second to none. Go read the card I put on top.”

So they did.

'Table and chair set, made by the very talented students at the Last Chance School. Five dollars gives you one chance to win this beautiful table and chair set, drawing at the end of the month. Please help out this wonderful school, for they help our most neglected and often overlooked citizens, the poorest of the poor, and almost all homeless, children. They are always in need of food and clothes and other supplies, and all proceeds of this raffle go fully to them. Do what you can to help, as we do all that we can to help.'

“It was just these two that made all the tables and chairs, Chance did the woodworking, Zayden did the finishing.” Peter said proudly.

“That truly is impressive boys. One lady yesterday afternoon, put a hundred dollars in ballots into the box herself. She said that she'd tried to get one of them, but that they'd already sold out, so she's hoping to win one instead. Trust me, make more, I think they'd all sell just as fast.”

“Really?” Chance said.

“Yes, you truly are very talented if you can do this at your age, and in only a few more years, you could easily be put as master status, and trust me, I see master woodworkers every day. Keep it up, you do amazing work. Now, how can I help you gentlemen today?”

“All those tables and chairs nearly cleaned us outta glue and finish, as well we're getting low on a shit load of other materials. From the sale of the tables though, we have lotsa money, so we're definitely paying today.” Chance said.

“Okay, but you're getting a good deal though.”

“Oh, if you insist.” Chance grinned.

“I do. You've got your carts, so go ahead and grab what you need, don't hesitate to ask if you need help, and when you're ready to go, come see me and I'll get you all set myself, okay.”

“Sounds good to us.” Chance said, and then they headed out.

Glues were first, and they loaded up on lots. Then were the finishes that they want and need, and here too they grabbed lots. Next was a whole shit load of sandpapers in all sorts of grits. There were some wood scrapers, so they grabbed a couple sets of them as well, since they are great to have. They found the paint department, and there were a whole bunch of mistints, so they grabbed pretty much all of them. Next they hit the router bits and pretty much cleaned them out of all the ones that they use all the time, as well they grabbed several others that the boys thought might come in handy. They also need new saw blades, so grabbed a few of those next, since the ones they have are getting close to no longer being able to be sharpened. They also need roughly a tonne of assorted nails and screws, so they grabbed them all next. They also cleaned out almost all the stock that the store had on the rubber, felt, and silicone feet that they use on several of their projects. Next was the assorted hardware aisles, where they grabbed pretty much all that they needed, and several things that they just wanted to make certain projects. Finally they hit the tool section to see if there was anything else that they could get that would make their lives easier. They grabbed nothing large, of course, but they did grab several more small hand and power tools, and several new clamps too, since they have the extra money right now, and they always need more than they have.

Finally, all of them have well stuffed carts, and so they head to the counter, where the boss takes them himself and starts ringing it all in for them. He was going through every item, checking cost, and then calculating the price accordingly, so it took a bit of time, but Peter and the boys do not mind this in the least. As they were doing so, one of the employees came up to them.

“I understand one of you's the one who made the table that we're doing a raffle on?”

“That'd be Chance here, but Zayden did the finishing on it.” Peter said, laying his hand on each of the boys' heads as he said their names.

“I gotta say, it's some impressive what you did. I too tried to buy a set, but they were all gone. I asked to buy this one off the boss, but he said hell no, said that it was gonna be raffled off for your school. So, any chance I could twist your arm into making me one of them please. My wife was looking for something just like it, and it was perfect for the space we have, even all the colours you chose would've worked, it wouldn't have mattered, because they were all perfect. I'd pay well, the one she was looking at in the store was less than half the quality, and almost five hundred more than the boss here paid for his two sets.”

“I suppose I could, but, the problem is, all the wood I used for them was the dee grade maple that you guys gave to us, and it's pretty much all used up now, and most of what's left will hardly do anything of what I'd need. I do have a shit load of hardwood pallets available, so I was thinking of using them for something, but I can't promise that they'd turn out quite the same. Most of the dressers and whatnot that the others have been making were out of all the softwood pallets you guys gave us, but I saved the hardwood ones we got from you guys to do stuff like that.” Chance said.

“Sounds great to me. Turn trash into treasure, I love it, and I'm sure that with you boys working on it, that they'll probably look even better than the ones from the decent wood do.”

“Okay, I'll see what I can come up with. Give me your card, and when I have some done, I'll call you and you can come and take first pick.”

“Really, you'd do that?”

“Sure, why not. All I'm doing right now is mostly woodworking and a little home ec type stuff, since I don't haveta do any schoolwork right now.”

“Cool, but why, shouldn't you be in classes during the day as well?”

“Nah, already passed my grade twelve exams, and I'm just waiting for my university courses to come through so that I can start on those.”

“Doubly impressive, already in university and an incredible woodworker at your age. No wonder your stuff looks as good as it does. Oh, and don't think I've forgotten about you, the finish quality is second to none as well, I've never seen such a perfect finish. And just so you know, I'm an amateur woodworker myself, and while I tried to make the table and chairs my wife wanted, sadly, I failed. The table wasn't bad, but yours makes mine look like play furniture, and I'm talking to both of you on this one.” He said, and then handed Chance his card, and before Chance could say more, he turned and walked away.

“He's actually a lot better than he thinks he is, but he's more a cabinet maker than a furniture maker, so he's just not as skilled in that aspect yet. He does know what he's talking about though.” The boss said.

“Thanks.” Chance said.

Just a few moments later, he had the total up for them, and while expensive, they all know that it is probably considerably less than half price, so Peter happily paid for it all. Once more, they all thanked him, and then headed back to the school to continue with their day.

As soon as they made it back, they got everything put away, and then before the other two could say anything, Chance was already heading to the hardwood pallet wood pile that he had made, and started pulling a whole bunch of it. Zayden decided to join his baby boyfriend, and he too started grabbing a whole bunch of it. They talked it over as they worked, and decided to try and get ten more tables, which would mean twenty more chairs.

The first chore after getting all the wood, was sorting it into the separate piles for the different glue ups that they have to do, and the first thing that Chance did was get all the table top pieces sorted, since these really have to be the best pieces, but so do the seats, yet they are smaller too, so do not need quite as much material to be as perfect. Then they picked all the pieces that would get ripped into all the strips for the laminated and bent table legs, these had to be almost every bit as perfect, because they are being cut into thin strips that have to be soaked and then glued and bent into position. It helps that they are using a moisture curing glue that actually likes the water.

Zayden continued helping Chance where and when he could in jointing, planing, and cutting all the pieces to correct size, and then they started gluing up everything that they can. By dinner time, they have all the table tops glued up and ready to be cut and finished. After dinner, the boys went and played some, and then went to bed, and after a really good soggy baby bum change, they had a good sleep.

Over the next several days, the boys have kept each other very well drained, and every day they make love to each other in one way or another, though they have still not slipped their hot hard teen baby bones into each others hot gay baby diapered bums. Instead they prefer to suck and finger each other nice and slow, and though they have fisted once more since their first time, like Peter says, it really takes a lot out of a guy, and so they do not do so often, as well it was certainly a painful couple days after once more, but oh so worth it.

With Zayden being back in class during the days, he was unable to help Chance as much, but still, by the end of the week, Chance had all the tables and chairs finished. He had had to make more molds for the legs, so that he could do more at a time, so now he is doing two tables worth at once, but thankfully each set only needs to stay clamped for a few hours, so he can get up to as many as three batches done per day. He decided, too, to make a different shape leg, so he now has two different shapes for the tables.

Even though these tables and chairs were made with shit pallet wood, it is hard to believe it, for Chance did do an amazing job on them once again. There are still some of the nail holes and other assorted marks left from their previous life, but Chance filled them with coloured epoxy and let them shine instead, and they do look truly amazing.

Zayden then had them for the next three days, doing the finishing on them, but, before too long, they are all done and ready to be sold. Chance made the call from the school office to the guy at the store, and told him that the tables are ready, and that he and his wife are welcome to come view them and pick one. He was astounded that they were done so soon, and asked how many Chance made, and then was even more astounded when he was told how many. They arranged to come that very night, and so, Chance was there with Peter and Zayden when the couple arrived to see them.

“Holy shit, you boys did an amazing job on these, you can tell they used to be pallets, if you know what to look for, but they're even nicer than the first ones you did.” He said, she had still not been able to speak, she was looking at them all.

“Thanks.” Both boys said.

“You haveta be kidding, you two really made these?” She finally asked.

“They sure did, these two alone, not one other person helped them even a little, not even one teacher.” Peter said proudly.

“I have no idea the reason you two would be in a school such as this, and nor is it my business, but whomever would throw away two incredibly talented boys such as you should be ashamed of themselves.” She said.

“Thanks, we appreciate that, but, in both our cases, it's far more than just being thrown away, we're also faulty and useless.”

“Certainly not useless, and no matter your faults, that's still no reason to throw away a child.”

“We all agree with you, trust me, but, so many of us here, kids and teachers alike, grew up in the gutter. Some of us were born there, some thrown there, but no matter why, Peter accepted us and is giving us a reason to live.” Chance said happily.

“I bet, but it's great that you have this school. They're all so perfect, I have no idea which one to choose.”

“What colour's the room that you're putting this in?” Chance asked.

“A soft warm brown, sorta taupe maybe, and then crisp white wainscoting, with natural finish walnut floors.” He said.

“Very nice combination. Hmm, for there, with that colour scheme, I'd personally go with this set here.” Chance said, pointing to one that is a little darker than the others, and a rich deep brown.

It had been made with mahogany, and then oiled with a dark walnut oil to really enhance the natural colour and bring out the grain, and then sealed with no less than twenty coats of satin finish and rubbed out to give it a really deep rich finish.

“Okay, I think I'm gonna trust you on that, and this was one of my favorites as well, so, how's thirteen hundred sound.” She said.

“I was gonna offer fourteen.” He said.

“That sounds good to me.” She said.

“That's too much.” Chance and Zayden said as one.

“Nonsense.” They both said, and before they could object, he was already counting cash out for them.

“Um, thanks.” Chance said, handing the money that had just been given to him, right to Peter.

“No, thank you, these are perfect. That was what we would've had to pay at any furniture store to get real wood, which is all that's allowed in our house, but it wouldn't have been near as good a quality as these are, nor would the money have gone to such a good cause as this. You boys have a special place here, and you Sir are doing something special for all these kids, and the few times I've seen you in the store with them, I can tell that they know it as well, and they all love you like a father.” He said.

“Thanks, and we know that of our home and school, and Peter too.” Chance said. Zayden nodded.

“Thank you very much for supporting our school, we do truly appreciate it, and we hope that you get many many years of good use out of your new table and chairs.”

“Thank you, we plan to. This is for our breakfast nook, so it's gonna fit perfect. We're in need of a new dining table, know anyone that might be able to make one. If you should so happen to make one, you have my card, call me.”

“Not sure I could do a full size dining table, that's a little on the big side, but I'll see what I can come up with.” Chance said, still in a little bit of shock.

“Thanks.” They both said.

Peter and the boys helped them to pack up their table and chairs, and then to carry it out to their vehicle. Today the boys are not wearing diaper shirts, and when they lifted their arms, their diapers showed.

“You said earlier that you boys were faulty,” She said, “Is the reason because you wear diapers?”

“Yes.” They both said. Then Chance added. “My mom was okay with it, but she's kinda in jail, but none of the foster families were, I was passed around like a diseased rodent, and then when I was found out to be gay, that was it, no one wanted me at all, and so, into a group home I was shoved, and as Peter said, I just kept getting more and more angry, fought more and more, damn near killed someone in fact, and that's how I ended up here.”

“Yikes.” She said.

“My story's a little different, but essentially the same, I've been here longer, but really, no other real difference. It's sad, but a good portion of the kids here are gay. Even still, in this day and age, there are far too many parents who throw away such defective kids.”

“That's truly disgusting that someone would throw away their child for any reason at all, but for that reason, it makes no sense whatsoever.”

“Yet, I get at least a dozen kids a year for that reason alone.” Peter said.

“Not to mention other defects, such as needing diapers, or we have a few transgenders, and other such oddities. It happens more than most people realize.” Zayden said.

“Sick. I hope those parents are punished, because they certainly should be.”

“Sadly, most aren't. Most of the kids were given to social services correctly, though for the wrong reason, but that wounds kids, hopefully more than you can possibly know, and then they eventually end up here, or in the morgue. Almost half those kids do end up there. Sadly. There are a few that do kick their kids out outright, or the kids run away because of the mental abuse they received, and they are almost always punished once I send in my reports.” Peter said.

“Yeah, throw away your child because you're an asshole, I can see how that might scar a child.” He said.

“Sometimes, however, we were horribly abused, and the day we escaped was the best day of our lives.” Peter said.

“You too, really.” She said.

“Yes, that's why this school works so well, me and almost all my teachers here came from the same gutters our kids came from, we know and understand them, because we grew up in the same shit that they did.”

“Wow. No wonder the kids love it here then, you truly do understand them.”

“Absolutely.” Peter and the boys said together, just for different, though the same reasons.

“Well, thank you so much once more for all your help, we hope to purchase from you once more some time soon, call us.” He said, and then after farewells were given, they headed out.

“I want you boys to know, they weren't saying that just to be polite either, they truly were shocked at how amazing you did on those tables and chairs, they truly do look spectacular, and tomorrow when you put them on the website Chance, they're gonna sell out every bit as fast as the first batch did, and there are more this time. You're really making the other kids strive to do as good as you do, which is amazing. We've never had so much amazing quality items come from our shops before, but you've made them wanna do even better. With all the money you're earning for us all, we can make some much needed purchases of items that we all need. I'd really like to take you two shopping with me a couple nights this week, because you deserve to come and do so.”

“Thanks.” They both said softly.

“You're very welcome.”

For the rest of the evening, they went and sat down and talked, going over some of the things that they wanted to get for everyone.

They want more games: card, board, electronic, and whatnot, since some of theirs are wearing out from use, and they now have far more students to use them as well. They also want a whole bunch more movies, and even some music CD's. They always have soft soothing classical music playing in the library, as well as in their quiet room, and now often in their home ec room, but having a few more for the selection cannot hurt either. They want to buy a whole bunch of new art supplies, since they are getting low on all the essentials, and they want more things as well.

They also need to stop at a fabric store and stock up on all sorts of needed items from there; namely needles and threads, but so much more too. They will of course hit a few thrift stores to get lots more of anything else that they can get at the same time, and then they need to hit clothing and shoe stores to get what they cannot get from them.

They are also getting low on school supplies, so need to stock up on that stuff as well. They also want to hit up a book store and add as many books to their library as they are able to, since they really do not have a lot, and Peter knows of a really good used book store that will fit the bill perfectly. They even want to add a bunch more sporting goods for their gym classes.

By the time it is bed time, they have a rather large list of things that they want to get for everyone's benefit. Chance and Zayden may have earned a good portion of the money with the tables that they had made, but a considerable amount was added from the other students selling all their things as well; woodworking, arts and crafts, metalworking, blankets and sweaters, and even baby clothes. The kids are all so happy to actually be doing things that help their own future, and it is good for them to do so as well. They know that they cannot afford to get the stuff they need in any other way, and so they all help out.

Two days later, Peter told the boys that he is ready to go out and buy everything, but that he has a surprise. They all went and got ready to go, Chance and Zayden changing each other into fresh baby diapers so that they can last longer, as well they put on diaper shirts so that they will not show off their defect to the normal people, and then met Peter in the front entrance. He had the boys follow him, and he led them to the back of the school. When they got out the back, they found the just finished school van sitting there. The boys had known that it had been close to completion, but had not been aware that it was done.

“Wow, they're done?”

“Yeah, they finished yesterday, and it took me almost all day yesterday to manage to get the insurance on it. I was able to get the school board to pay for it all though, so that's awesome. You probably remember that it went in last week for inspections to be insurable, and it passed with flying colours, they said it is in amazing condition, that you kids all did an amazing job on it. Of course, it only seats three, it's just the one bench seat, hence that only the three of us can go, and why I wanted it to be us. The kids who really made this already got their turn today to go out in it, and I gotta say, it runs beautifully. Hop in, let's go.”

“You know, other than a few cop cars, this'll be my first time in a car that I know of?” Chance had to laugh.

“Fuck, same here.” Zayden giggled.

“Yeah, well, it's been almost twenty years since I drove last, but I kept up my drivers license in case I needed to, so I hope I remember.” Peter said.

“No shit.” Both boys said together, and then they all hopped in and buckled up.

Of course, this is a very early vintage milk truck, it had not come with seat belts originally, but Peter had made it well known that should this vehicle be hauling students, that they had to be installed, so of course they were. The shop teacher had already planned that anyway.

Peter started it up, and it sounds really good, and then they were off. It is a manual transmission, and Peter admitted that he has not driven a stick shift since he was a teenager, so he hopped and jumped a few times as he got the hang of it again, but he did do surprisingly well.

It is only just after school hours, so they have plenty of time to go buy all that they want and need, and so they hit pretty much all the thrift stores in the city that they know of first, so that they do not have to pay more than is absolutely necessary for their supplies, but they got lots from them; lots of books, movies, CD's, games and more games systems, even a few more TV's and computers, a few more musical instruments, tonnes of clothes and fabrics, lots more art and craft supplies, and many great sporting goods as well.

From there, they started going to all the other stores that they wanted to hit, and they spent well over an hour alone in just the used bookstore. They found well over a hundred more books though, but if it was a series, they only took whole series and skipped any that were not complete. They ended up stopping somewhere for dinner, and then continued to shop for the rest of the night, and only headed back to the school once all the stores closed for the night. Fortunately they are done though, and in only the one day, but it certainly helps that they have a vehicle, so they are not limited by what they can carry themselves, as well they can travel much further now, so they were able to hit thrift stores in the better areas, and they had much better goods.

They are understandably tired when they get back, so the van is pulled inside the shop to stay safe, since it has no locks on it, and they left everything until the next day. There is nothing perishable anyway, so nothing will be harmed by staying the night.

The boys are in desperate need of soggy baby bum changes and then bed, and so they bid Peter a goodnight, and headed to their bedroom for the night. They change each others soggy diapers, lotioning each other up more than enough to release some of the back pressure, and then tape each other up nice and snug. They pass out after saying goodnight, I love you to each other, and have a great sleep.