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Chapter 23 – Tuesday Evening

 

"Did you guys have a good day at school?"

 

"The morning was good, but this afternoon got kinda weird," Joey answered.

 

"What happened this afternoon?"

 

"Ms. Carr sat in our class all afternoon, taking notes of some kind."

 

"Mr. Thomas was pretty upset over it," Alex added. "He didn't say anything about her being there, but we could tell, he wasn't happy about it."

 

"What about you two?"

 

"Fine," T.J. said.

 

"It was okay," added Mike.

 

"Good to hear, boys. Any homework to do tonight?"

 

"Alex and I have some since we missed yesterday, but it's only math. We'll have it done in no time."

 

"And I have some spelling words to work on. Can you help me with them, dad?" T.J. asked.

 

"Sure thing. What about you Mike?"

 

"Nope, nothin'."

 

"All right," I said as I pulled in the garage. "Why don't we get set up at the kitchen counter and let's get the homework out of the way. Then you have the rest evening for a swim or whatever."

 

"Yeah!" they all yelled.

 

Once in the house, I said, "Get comfy and meet me in the kitchen." I headed to my bedroom and got undressed. As I returned to the kitchen, I was met by four nude boys scampering to their stools. I gave Mike a couple blank sheets of paper and a pack of colored pencils from my study and asked him to draw something while the others worked on their assignments. I started T.J. with writing his spelling words three times each. While he did that, I checked on Joey and Alex. Ken seemed to be right on the money about their math skills as they were putting answers to paper while barely looking at the problems in their books. They were finished in no time and when I checked their work, I found no errors.

 

"How did you two get so good at math?" I asked.

 

"Not a clue, dad," answered Alex. "It just comes to us."

 

"Well, it's a good thing to have. Are you bored in the class?"

 

"Most of the time, yeah, but our grades are perfect," Joey said.

 

"That's what Mr. Thomas said. He also said I might want to consider some testing for you. If you did well on the tests, you might be able to start working on a higher level. Do you think you might want to do that?"

 

"Sure, why not?"

 

"I'll get in touch with him and get it set up." T.J. had finished writing his spelling words so I quizzed him on them and he got them all right. "We'll run through those again before bed to make sure you still got `em, okay?"

 

"Sure, dad."

 

"When's Tom gonna' be here?"

 

"Not a clue, Mike. He had to talk to his boss this afternoon."

 

"'Bout what?" T.J. asked.

 

"I think I'll leave it to him to tell you. It's his news, after all."

 

"What's for supper?"

 

"How does hamburgers grab ya', Joey?"

 

"Sounds great."

 

"Good. Why don't you four get the table ready and I'll get the burgers ready to put on the grill when Tom gets home?"

 

"But dad, I'm not done with my picture yet," Mike whined.

 

"Go ahead and finish your picture and you can put the silverware out when you're done."

 

"Thanks."

 

The other three had the table ready in short order and I had the burgers ready soon after. Mike had finished his picture and proudly showed it off. He had a nice looking house with six people lined up in front of it, two taller people on the ends and four shorter ones in the middle. He'd carefully written the names of each of us under that person's figure on the drawing. At the bottom, he'd written `My New Family'. It was all I could do to not cry.

 

"This is a great picture, Mike. I'm going to have to get some magnets so we can start putting artwork on the fridge. Until then, I'll keep in the study, okay."

 

"I'm glad you like it. I wasn't sure."

 

"You did a great job, son. I'll put it away for now, but let's make sure we show it to Tom when he gets home."

 

"I will!" Mike squealed with joy.

 

I headed to the study, placed the picture on the desk so it wouldn't get dirty and noticed the envelope with the shreds of twin's parent's picture. I smacked myself on the forehead, hard. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about it. I left myself a note on the desk as a reminder to make some calls on it in the morning. As I headed back to the kitchen, the drive sensor went off. I was hoping it was Tom or there was going to a mad rush for us all to get some clothes back on. I looked out the front window and saw Tom climbing out of his car and breathed a sigh of relief. He turned to the passenger side and it was then I noticed someone else getting out of the car. I quickly headed to the bedroom to get dressed, telling the boys they needed to do the same. They took off for their rooms as I disappeared down the hall to mine. I heard the front door opening just as I opened the bedroom door.

 

"Max, you here?" Tom called.

 

"Be right there, Tom, I'm in the bedroom. The boys are in their rooms and should be back out shortly, also."

 

"Okay, Dylan came home with me. Hope that's okay."

 

"No problems, Tom." I returned to the living room just as the four boys were coming back down the hallway to join us.

 

"Oh, there you are, Max. You remember Dylan from Saturday, don't you?"

 

"Of course, I do, Tom. I'm not senile. Not yet anyway," I laughed. "Good to see you Dylan," I said as I shook his extended hand.

 

Tom turned towards the boys, "Come here guys, I want you to meet my boss. Dylan, I want you to meet the boys I've told you about. From left to right, we have Alex, Joey, Mike and T.J. Boys, this is Sergeant Dylan Brock of the Sangamon County Sherriff's Department."

 

"It's good to meet the four of you. Tom's told me a lot about you this afternoon. You guys all settled in your new home?"

 

"We sure are, Mr. Brock," Joey answered.

 

"How does it feel have a new dad and brothers?"

 

"Great!" they yelled.

 

"Whoa, boys, we're all in the same room, inside voices, please."

 

"Sorry, sir," Alex apologized, "we just really like it here."

 

"Yeah, Max is gonna' be a great dad," Mike answered.

 

"I'm glad to hear it boys. Now, I hate to ask this, but would you please excuse us for a few minutes so I can talk to Tom and your dad?"

 

"Sure thing, Mr. Brock," T.J. answered. He turned to me and added, "We'll be in our rooms, dad. Let us know when supper's ready."

 

"You know I will." I turned to Tom and Dylan, "Welcome, Dylan, I didn't know you were coming out this afternoon."

 

"Sorry, Max," Tom answered, "I didn't have a chance to call."

 

"Not a problem. Would you like to join us for supper, Dylan? We're having hamburgers."

 

"I'd like that, Max, thanks for the invite."

 

"Well, why don't we sit by the fireplace and have that talk." I led the way and after we were seated, I asked, "So, what would you like to talk about?" I noticed Tom was looking at the floor and avoiding eye contact.

 

"About this bonehead leaving the department," Dylan answered, pointing his thumb at Tom. "He's the best guy I've got out there and I don't want to lose him."

 

"You're talking to the wrong man, Dylan. This is entirely his decision."

 

"You mean to tell me you had nothing at all to do with this?"

 

"I asked one question Sunday night and he told me that he'd already made his decision. My only input was to tell him that now that I'd found him, I sure didn't want to lose him."

 

"Yeah, that's the same thing he told me he said to you." He turned to Tom, "Well, Tom, it sounds like I'm not going to talk you out of resigning, am I?"

 

"No, sir. You know I love the job, but it scares the hell out of me these days. There's just too many lunatics roaming loose and raising havoc. I need to start doing something where I don't have to worry about coming home alive every night. I've been thinking about it for a while and meeting Max and the boys just solidified what I'd already decided."

 

"Well, it's sure hard to argue with that logic. If I was living here, I'd sure want to make sure I came home every night, too," Dylan chuckled. "As much as this sucks for me, I'm happy for you two. I know how difficult it is for a gay man to find the right guy and connect."

 

Tom shook his head and asked, "Wait, you're one of the guys you mentioned Saturday?"

 

"Of course, I am, Tom. And had I been there Saturday, instead of you, it would have ended a whole lot worse for the Mueller's than it did. And, of course, I could see the way you two were looking at each other. I knew right then something was happening. Apparently, it took you two a little longer to figure it out."

 

"Not too much longer, Dylan," I responded, "When was it, Tom, Sunday afternoon, right?"

 

"Pretty much. I'm sorry, Sarge, really, but I have more to live for now than the job."

 

"Damn right you do, and don't you ever forget it. So, what's your plan from here, Tom?"

 

"I'd been thinking about starting my own private investigation agency and I'm pretty sure that's what's going to happen. Max said he'd talk to a few people and see if he can find me some clients to help get started."

 

"And I found your first one today," I said.

 

"What?! Who!?"

 

"The agency Carol works for. I stopped by today and talked to Carol and Anna. They've had real problems finding competent people to handle background and abuse investigations. In fact, when I got there, Carol was with a young couple in the process of adopting a baby whose adoption got delayed several months because of a botched investigation. They were ecstatic about finding someone they think will do a more competent and comprehensive search."

 

"Oh, my God, that's great!"

 

"That's good news, Tom. And an excellent cause. I'd be inclined to allow the use of some department resources to help ensure no more mistakes like that happen again."

 

"You're kidding me, Sarge, you won't even allow the local police departments to use our computers."

 

"That's because most of those guys are ham-handed apes who don't know their asses from holes in the ground. You, young man, are way above them. You have the brains and innate curiosity that makes for a good investigator. I'm more than willing to help you succeed. Besides, if you do well, that reflects well back on me and I look brilliant for having hired you in the first place." We all enjoyed a laugh at that remark.

 

"Thanks, Sarge, I appreciate it. So, when's my last day?"

 

"Can you stick with it for a couple more weeks? That'll give me a chance to look at schedules and see who I can shift to your patrols."

 

"Yeah, I can do that. I owe you that much."

 

"It's a done deal then, Tom." Dylan turned to me, "You're one lucky mothe..., uh, dude, Max. You better take good care of all these fellas or you're gonna' have to deal with me. And I don't think you want that, do you?"

 

"Not at all, Dylan. Thanks for the warning."

 

"Don't mention it. Now, I have one more thing to tell the both of you."

 

"Oh, shit, here it comes," laughed Tom.

 

"Congratulations. On meeting each other and finding those four lucky boys. I think you are all going to be very happy together."

 

"I think we are too, thanks, Dylan."

 

"Yeah, me too, Sarge."

 

"Well, if we're done with that, shall we eat?" I asked. I received nods from both men so I headed to get the boys and let them know to get ready to eat.

 

T.J. came to the end of the hall and asked, "Uh, dad, can you come here?"

 

"Sure." I walked to where he waited and asked, "What's up, son?"

 

He wiggled his finger for me to come down to his level. When I knelt, he whispered in my ear, "Is Mr. Brock `other people'?"

 

"I'll find out, go wait with your brothers and I'll let you know in a minute."

 

I headed back to Tom and Dylan and Tom asked, "What's that all about? Don't' tell me they're suddenly getting shy."

 

"Not at all, they just want to know if Dylan is `other people'."

 

"Oh crap, I shoulda' known, shouldn't I?"

 

"What's that mean, Max? Is that like `don't talk to strangers'," Dylan asked.

 

"Uh, not exactly, Sarge."

 

"Well, clue me in so we can eat. I'm getting hungry."

 

"I got this, Tom." I turned to Dylan and explained the house rules to him.

 

Dylan laughed heartily when I finished my explanation. "Hell, if they don't care, I don't care, either. Tell `em it's fine with me."

 

"Tom, why don't you get changed while I tell the boys the good news. Then I can start cooking." I headed to the hallway and called out, "It's okay boys, he's one of us." A resounding chorus us acceptance cheers rang from the twins' room and as I turned to the kitchen to start the hamburgers, the first boy emerged wearing only his birthday suit. I just shook my head and pulled the burgers out of the fridge. I had just put the first one on the grill when I saw Tom had returned, also wearing his birthday suit. "Et tu, Brute?"

 

"Like you said the other night, `when in Rome'."

 

Dylan laughed again. Until Joey looked him square in the eyes and asked, "Aren't you gonna' join us, Mr. Brock?"

 

The laugh quickly turned into a cough. "Um, I don't think so, boys."

 

"Why not?" Alex quizzed him.

 

"Yeah, why not?" T.J. echoed.

 

"I told you guys he'd be too chicken," Mike chimed in.

 

Dylan was now seriously blushing, although it was hard to tell for sure due to his darker skin color. "Well, it seems your dad is remaining clothed and I just think I should, too."

 

"That's not going to work, Dylan. Not with them, anyway. Besides, as soon as I'm done cooking food that's spattering hot grease, I'm joining the crowd."

 

"Guess I'm outnumbered, then, aren't I? Okay, where can I put my clothes?"

 

"Tom, why don't you direct him to the empty bedroom. There's hangers in the closet if wants to use them."

 

"Sure thing, Max. C'mon, Sarge, this way."

 

Dylan followed Tom to the bedroom so he could get undressed.

 

"Really, Sarge, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I know it's gotta be weird for ya'."

 

He removed his shirt as he said, "It's all good, Tom. Been a while since I've been naked around anyone else, you know. Hope nothin' comes up that shouldn't, if you get my drift," Dylan said as he removed his pants.

 

"Oh, I got it alright. If it does, it won't be a big deal, we are slowly getting used to it, too. Besides, shit happens, don't it?" Dylan had just removed his boxers and Tom got his first look at his boss nude. "Okay, I take that back, maybe it will be a big deal," and laughed.

 

"I shoulda' warned ya', Tom. Bet you thought you was the `big man on campus', didn't ya'?"

 

"Not no more, Sarge. Damn, how the hell do you walk?"

 

"Very carefully, my man" Dylan answered and laughed, clapping Tom on the shoulder. "And I'm no longer Sarge. No uniform, no rank, okay. Dylan's fine."

 

"Well, let's go back and rejoin the others, Dylan. Burgers should be about ready."

 

"Lead the way, Tom."

 

By the time Tom and Dylan had returned, the boys had added another place setting, ketchup, mustard and pickles to the table and set out three different kinds of chips. I had just finished the hamburgers and was about to set the tray on the table when the two entered the kitchen. I literally dropped the tray the last two inches to the table after catching a glimpse of Dylan as he stepped out from behind Tom. The boys all whistled in appreciation and I heard one of the twins whisper `holy shit'.

 

"I believe I'll get comfortable before I sit. Go ahead and get started. I'll be right back."

 

I returned just in time to hear T.J. ask, "Are all black guys as big as you?"

 

"Thomas, that's not a question you should ask," I scolded.

 

"Whoops, sorry, dad. Sorry, Mr. Brock."

 

"No problem, son, it's normal to be curious about others," Dylan chuckled. "I've heard that exact same question in many a locker room from many a white guy over the years. I'm used to it and take it as a compliment nowadays."

 

"Well, are they," T.J. persisted.

 

"Thomas, please, can we just eat?" I asked, trying to end his interrogation of our guest.

 

"To answer your question, T.J., no they're not. Most I've seen are more like your dad and Tom. I'm one of the rare exceptions. And remember, most men would be offended at your question and not be as nice about it as I am. You need to be more careful who you ask questions like that, understand?"

 

"Yes, sir," he answered, hanging his head.

 

"Can we please eat now?" I asked, hoping that full mouths would hinder any further questions. That seemed to finally do the trick and everyone dug in to their burgers. As usual, when we were done eating, the boys cleaned up the table, stacking the dishes in the sink. Once that task was completed, they returned to the table to join our conversation.

 

"Hey, Uncle Tom, dad said you might have some news for us when you got home," Joey said.

 

"Yeah," Alex added, "what's that all about."

 

Tom looked at me, "You didn't tell them?"

 

"Nope, I thought that since it's your news, you should be the one to tell `em."

 

"Okie-dokie, then." He turned to face the boys and continued, "Boys, I am leaving the Sherriff's department. That's the main reason Dylan is here tonight. He was gonna' try to talk me out of quitting."

 

"But why you quittin', Uncle Tom?" asked Joey. "I thought you liked bein' a cop."

 

"I do, but it's a very dangerous job and now that I have you guys and Max in my life, I want to make sure I can come home every night. I can't stay a cop and do that."

 

"We don't want to lose you, either, Uncle Tom," T.J. said. "We love you, too. I'm glad you're quitting."

 

"What are you gonna' do now?" asked Alex.

 

"I'm going to open my own private investigation office."

 

"What're you going to be doing?"

 

"Well, Max went to see Carol and Anna today and part of what I'll be doing is background checks on foster parents and folks who are adopting. We want to make sure all the kids who need new homes, temporary and permanent, are going to good ones. I don't ever want to see a kid living with someone like the Mueller's."

 

"That's great, Uncle Tom. People like the Mueller's don't deserve to have any kids, ever," Joey said.

 

"What can we do to help?" asked Alex.

 

"Nothing I can think of," Tom chuckled. "Investigations like that are an adult's job."

 

"But we can help," Joey protested. "We knew the Mueller's were bad people right off, but we couldn't take the chance of being split up."

 

"Yeah living there sucked big time, but we didn't know what would happen to us, so we didn't make any problems. Besides sleeping in the same bed, naked," Alex said while he grinned mischievously at Joey.

 

"Alexander, mouth."

 

"Sorry, dad, but it did suck."

 

"Boys, Dylan's going to help out, too. He's promised to allow me access to the county's computers to help out. He doesn't let just anyone do that."

 

"It's for a good cause and I trust you to not abuse the privilege."

 

"It's still going to help out a lot, Dylan, and I can't thank you enough."

 

"Oh, Mike, why don't run into the study and grab the picture you drew so Tom can see it? it's right on the desk." He took off with a flash of his pearly white buns and quickly returned, picture in hand, which he proudly showed to Tom.

 

"This is great, Mike. You did a great job."

 

"You like how I named everybody?"

 

"It's just perfect. We'll have to put this on the fridge."

 

"As soon as I can get some magnets, Tom.," I answered.

 

Dylan leaned over to see the picture and commented, "You have some real talent there, Mike. I wish I had a picture like that to put on my fridge."

 

"Can't your son draw you one like I did?"

 

"I suppose he could if I had one, Mike. I'm not married, though, and I don't have any kids. Someday, maybe," he added wistfully.

 

"So," I interrupted, "who's ready for a swim?" Everyone but Dylan raised their hand. "Oh, c'mon, Dylan, a little dip won't hurt ya'."

 

"Seems to be a little cold out there for a swim, Max, I think I'll pass."

 

"Follow me." I led Dylan to the glass wall facing the pool and turned on the outside lights illuminating the pool shelter.

 

"Well, that changes things. I do believe you've talked me into in, Max."

 

"Boys, grab towels for seven, please." They scampered off to the laundry room, returned with the towels as requested and we headed out for our swim. The boys tossed their towels on the table and jumped right in. Tom, Dylan and I were a bit more sedate in joining them, but once in the water, we were smothered by four squirming, naked boys. Joey and Alex were working over Dylan, Mike had jumped on Tom and T.J. attacked me. We spent the next 30 minutes playing with four giggling boys before we excused ourselves to calmer waters in the deep end of the pool.

 

"Whoa, what a workout," Dylan panted. "Those twins are brutal. And deliberate. I swear they were brushing my crotch intentionally, trying to get a reaction from me."

 

"Yeah, they probably were," I spit out as I snorted in disbelief. "Sorry `bout that Dylan. It happens to us every time and I should have warned you," I said.

 

"No harm done, Max, all guys are curious about others, especially boys that age. Now, I don't want you thinkin' I'm some sicko, but they got the reaction they was lookin' for. With all of that contact, I couldn't help myself. Of course, them bein' hard as nails and rubbin' `em all over me didn't help one damn bit. One of them even tried to wrap a hand around it. Couldn't come close, of course, but it sure didn't stop him from tryin'," Dylan chuckled.

 

"Look, Dylan," Tom started, "I know we told T.J. it was inappropriate to ask a certain question, but I was wondering..." Dylan waved his hand and cut Tom off mid-sentence.

 

"Ah, another curious white boy. Are you sure you want to see and remove all doubt? I don't want to embarrass my hosts of this wonderful evening."

 

"Oh, you've already done that, can't get any worse. Can it?" I asked.

 

"Just remember, you asked for it. I don't want to hear no damn whining." With that, Dylan placed his hands on the side of the pool, lifted his body free of the water and exposed himself to Tom and me. We were both awestruck at the massive, hard cock in front of us and blushed in shame.

 

"Okay, it can. How the hell are you still conscious? Half your body's blood supply must be in one spot, right now," Tom exclaimed.

 

Dylan laughed heartily. "Don't say I didn't warn ya'," he commented as he lowered himself back into the water. "Now, Max, seein' as how we're gettin' all personal, ya' won't mind if I ask you a question, will ya'?"

 

"Oh, hell, why not? Whatever it is couldn't possibly be more humbling."

 

"Okay, where the hell is all your hair?"

 

I laughed at the question. "I see curiosity isn't limited to us white boys. The boys asked the same question the first time we were all nude together, wanted to know why Tom was all hairy and I wasn't. The quick answer is, obviously, I shave or keep it trimmed real short."

 

"Can I ask why?"

 

"I like the look and feel of it, Dylan. Just some weird little kink in my brain. It's not for everybody, I know."

 

"When did you start?"

 

"I guess I was about 20, maybe 21."

 

"That surprises me. At that age, body hair, one spot especially, always seems to be important to a guy. Tryin' to reinforce the fact that they're now a `man', ya' know?"

 

"Yeah, and when the hair first started sprouting, it was important, but once I got out on my own and wasn't dealing with locker rooms daily, it became less and less a thing I cared about. I tried shaving a couple times and then let it grow back, but eventually decided I preferred life without it. Haven't been in a locker room since," I chuckled.

 

"I'd imagine. You'd be questioned about that just like I'm questioned about black guys and the size of the dicks. It gets tiresome."

 

"Well, Dylan, you're welcome to come out any time and make use of the pool. I don't think you have to worry about any more questions here, will he Tom."

 

"Not from me. Can't really say for the boys, though," he joked.

 

We spent another 45 minutes in the pool relaxing and chatting while the boys played together before I called out time for showers, snacks and bed. The boys hopped out of the pool, grabbed their towels and headed for the house, drying themselves before leaving the warmth of the shelter. The three of us were a little more relaxed in our return to the house. By the time we reached the kitchen, the boys were running in and climbing up on their stools for their snack. I set them up with sliced apples and juice tonight and they dug in. Once the snacks were completed, Tom and I excused ourselves for a few minutes to tuck the boys in and give them their nightly goodnight kisses.

 

"Dad," Joey started, "We really like Dylan. Do you think he'll come back?"

 

"Yeah, he was a lot fun, especially in the pool," Alex said. "And he's got a giant dick, especially when it's hard."

 

"Boys, I don't know if he'll be back or not. All we can do is ask. As to the other, I think we need to have another talk because the first one apparently didn't stick. Not tonight, though, tomorrow, after school."

 

"'Night, dad, `night Uncle Tom. We love you."

 

"We love you, too. See you in the morning."

 

We stopped to check on T.J. and Mike on our way back to the living room and heard them snoring lightly. What a sweet sound that was. We rejoined Dylan in the living room where we found him admiring the art over the fireplace.

 

"Dylan, can I interest you in a cup of coffee or hot chocolate before you leave?"

 

"Coffee sounds great, Max. Thanks."

 

I headed to the kitchen to brew a fresh pot and when I returned, Tom and Dylan were sitting next to the fireplace and in deep conversation.

 

I passed them each a steaming cup, took a seat and said, "You two sound like you're planning a complete overhaul of the juvenile criminal justice system." They both laughed.

 

"Nothing quite that grand," Tom replied, "but we do want to see what we can do improve the background checks for Anna and Carol."

 

"Yeah," Dylan continued, "That situation you described earlier should have never happened. We need to work together to make sure it doesn't happen again."

 

"Mind if I make a suggestion?"

 

"Sure thing, Max. The more people we can get involved in this, the better off we'll be," Tom answered.

 

"Well, in the past couple weeks, I've met more gay people and folks who know someone who's gay than I've met in the last 12 years. Part of that, I'm sure, is just getting the hell out of this house. And that includes those four boys sleeping down the hall."

 

"Wait a sec," Dylan interrupted, "they're all gay?"

 

"So they say. That's the main reason Carol felt comfortable placing them with me. She wanted them have a positive environment to grow up in. I know not every kid realizes who they are at the same age, for me, it was when I was about seven or eight. Tom told me he was about 11 or 12 when he figured it out. How about you, Dylan?"

 

"Thirteen. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I was having a friend, Malcolm White, spend a weekend with me, camping in the back yard. Today's parents would say I was molested, but nothin' happened I didn't want happenin'. When he slid his hard, well-lubed cock in my ass while reaching around and strokin' mine, I knew right then I'd never screw a woman. I loved every second of that weekend, and the many weekends that followed. He and his family moved away when we were both 16, but if he hadn't, I bet we'd still be together. Damn, I really loved him and I miss him dearly."

 

"Well, that was a little more information than I was looking for, but it proves my point. After I started the process of trying to adopt, and then finding out the boys were gay, I started to wonder how many other gay kids are out there, living in situations they shouldn't be."

 

"My god, Max, I can't believe I hadn't thought about that myself," Tom exclaimed.

 

"I'm not saying you should focus solely on gay kids, but should make the extra effort to ensure gay kids or ones who think they may be are placed in accepting homes. I don't think the adults need to be gay, necessarily, but they should definitely not be like the Mueller's or my parents. That's the worst thing we could do with these kids."

 

"You're right, of course," Dylan said. "I think we can do that."

 

"I'm in complete agreement," Tom added. "Once I start the new job, I'll talk to Carol and see if she can help identify kids needing special placements."

 

"That sounds like a plan to me, Tom," I said.

 

"Oh, by the way," Dylan started, "with everything else this evening, I forgot to tell you something I think you're both going to enjoy hearing."

 

"What's that, Dylan?" I asked.

 

"I went to see a judge today and walked out of his chambers with summonses for both Frank and Iris Mueller. When I explained to the judge what happened with them on Saturday, he was disgusted. Both have been charged with obstructing and destruction of personal property. They appear in court next week to enter their pleas. I personally delivered the papers to their home. You wouldn't believe the look on their faces when I handed each of them their summons. It was priceless."

 

"Whoo-hoo!" we hollered. "What date and time?"

 

"Next Thursday at 10:00AM. Tom will have to be there since he was the officer on the scene and you may be called as witness, Max."

 

"Excellent, I'll be there. I can't wait to see them get what they deserve."

 

We spent the next hour chatting and getting to know each other better. I really enjoyed Dylan's company, he has a great sense of humor and a very outgoing personality. About 10:30, he suddenly stood and said, "Well, fellas, it long past the time I should be getting home, I have an early meeting in the morning and it wouldn't do for the boss to arrive late. I better grab my clothes and skedaddle." He headed to the spare bedroom to grab his clothes and was back sooner than I thought he would be. It took me a moment to realize he was carrying his clothes instead of wearing them.

 

"Um, Dylan," Tom said, "I think you might have forgotten something."

 

He looked startled and then looked closer at the bundle in his arms. "Let's see, pants, shirts, belt, socks, shoes, gun, cuffs, radio. No, it looks I got it all."

 

"You're not wearing it?" Tom asked incredulously.

 

"Eh, why bother, I'll just have to take it all back off when I get home."

 

"I can't believe this," Tom muttered. "What if you get stopped on the way?"

 

"I'm driving a marked car, Tom. Who the hell's gonna' stop me? Besides, I do this all the time," he laughed. "My garage is connected to the house, so I can get from the car to the house without being seen."

 

"Please don't let the boys know about this, Dylan," I pleaded, "It's hard enough to keep them in clothes as it is. I don't need it to be even more difficult."

 

"Good luck with that," he laughed. "Well, I want to thank you both for a wonderful evening, I can't remember the last time I enjoyed myself as much as I did tonight. Max, you're a lucky man and I envy you. Tom, I'll see you in the morning. Remember, though, I'll be your sergeant again, and I'll expect proper respect on the job."

 

"I'll be there, boss, with bells on."

 

"Your regular uniform will be fine, Tom. The bells might be saying more than you want," Dylan cracked.

 

"Dylan, I'm glad you had a pleasant evening. I was serious about you returning and I know the boys would like you to come back, also."

 

"I may just take you up on that offer, you never know. Adios, amigos." With that, he turned and headed out the door, shiny, bare, black ass reflecting the lights outside the front door.

 

"Well, that was interesting," Tom said while shaking his head in disbelief. "I've worked with him almost every day for the last five years and never picked up a hint Dylan was gay."

 

"Sounds a lot like you and me, bubba. The few people I've told so far never thought it was a possibility, either. Nice to get to know people away from work, isn't it?"

 

"Yeah, it is. And to find out he had no problem with the nudity was an even bigger surprise."

 

"Tell me, Tom, if you had his equipment, would you ever have a problem being naked around other guys. The truth."

 

"No, I guess not. But, damn, I feel for sorry for any guy he hooks up with. He could kill someone with that thing."

 

"I hope he felt welcome enough to come back. Dylan's a great guy."

 

"Yeah, he is. It'd be nice to know him outside the job."

 

"Okay, enough about him. Are you ready to go to bed?"

 

"Not really. We never got our showers after swimming and I need to get the chlorine off me before I turn whiter than I already am."

 

"Head on in, I'll put our cups in the dishwasher and meet you there."

 

"Best offer I've had all day," he said as he turned and headed down the hall.

 

"Better be the only offer you've had today, smartass," I called to his back as he giggled his way down the hall.

 

His back was to the door when I entered the bathroom a minute later and the water was running over him as he bent over to hang his head down. I quietly stepped in the shower, slid in behind him, nestling my penis in the cleft between his cheeks and whispered, "Guess who?"

 

"Brad Pitt? No, too small. I know, George Clooney. No, too big. Damn, who could that be, knockin' at my back door?"

 

I grabbed his arm, spun him around and ask, "Really?"

 

"Ah, Maxwill Sanders, perfect in every way. Where've you been all my life?"

 

"Living right here, among the trees, patiently waiting for Mr. Right to find me. If you see him, would you point him my direction, please?"

 

"I love you Max Sanders and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."

 

We embraced under the water and held each other as we started kissing. Our hands roamed over the other's body, eventually finding the hard members stuck between our bodies. We had just started to stroke each other when Tom backed off and said, "I have other plans for you tonight." He stepped out of the shower, grabbed his towel and started to dry himself off as he stepped through the door to the bedroom. I followed him, dumbfounded and unhappy at the sudden turn of events. He stopped at the nightstand on his side of the bed, remove a couple of items from the drawer and climbed into the middle of the king-sized bed, kneeling in the middle of the mattress. He then patted my side of the bed with his empty hand, beckoning me to join him.

 

He then had me lay down, roll over on my stomach and whispered in my ear, "Tonight is all about you, lover."

 

I started to complain, but he put a finger to my lips to shush me. He then pulled his other hand from behind his back revealing a blindfold he had pulled from the nightstand. He gently lifted my head and put the blindfold in place. Next, I felt a warmish liquid dribbling on my back from my shoulders to my waist, which he proceeded to massage into my skin while he straddled my legs. It felt so good, I could feel every ounce of tension leave my back and shoulders as his hands worked their magic. My arms were next on his intimate exploration of my body, from shoulders to fingertips. I then felt the bed shake as he shifted his body lower and the oil was drizzled up my legs from my ankles to top of my thighs. He continued his massage, paying particular attention to my feet and toes.

 

The bed shook again as he moved up and oil was drizzled on my ass. Tom spent an extended period of time massaging my globes. When his fingers slipped in my cleft and brushed my anus, I literally quivered uncontrollably in delight from head to toe. In 34 years of life, I had never felt so alive and loved. He pronounced his work on the back side was complete and it was time for me to roll over so he could work on the front. He helped me accomplish the task since I was as limp as a noodle from his ministrations. Except for one particular spot that was throbbing several inches above my pubis, dribbling in anticipation of what was yet to come.

 

Tom straddled my legs again and oil was drizzled from my neck to my groin, followed by his hands spreading warm oil over my chest and abdomen. He paid special attention to my nipples and somehow missed touching my begging erection. He attacked my arms again, making sure he hadn't missed a spot from his previous work on them. He then shifted lower on the bed again and more oil was drizzled and spread up each leg, from ankles to the tops of my thighs again. I had never felt such pleasure and agony at the same time, pleasure from his loving touch and the agony of anticipation.

 

I next felt a warm wetness surround my throbbing cock and realized Tom had swallowed me until his nose was buried in my hairless groin. I nearly knocked us both off the bed at the surprise and if Tom hadn't been straddling me and helping hold me down, I probably would have succeeded. He suckled my hardness for a few moments then withdrew his mouth as I moaned and he replaced it with more warm oil and his hands. "Not quite yet, sweetheart, but soon," he whispered. He continued massaging my member and brought me to the brink three times before he again whispered, "Okay, I think you're ready now."

 

I felt the bed shaking as he moved up my body until his knees were almost buried in my armpits. He then grabbed my hard cock, stood it straight up and slowly lowered his body until the tip touched his pucker. He continued to lower his body, breathing slowly and moaning, until he was sitting on my thighs and I felt his balls resting on my bare groin and his pre-cum dripping in my navel. He sat still for a minute or two as we both became accustomed to these new feelings. He removed my blindfold and said, "I want you to see this." I looked down our bodies to find his drooling cock pointing directly at my face and his balls resting nicely where my pubic hair should have been. My own cock was completely hidden from view, buried deep in his ass.

 

He began a slow rocking motion that was driving me wild and I thrashed on the bed. He then raised his body until just the tip remained inserted and promptly lowered himself again to rebury the entire length in his most intimate area. He continued to ride me, gaining speed until I could hold on no longer. We were both moaning wildly.

 

"I'm going to cum, Tom," I hissed through clenched teeth.

 

"Let yourself go. I want to feel your load shoot deep in my ass," he cried in exhilaration.

 

And I did, shot after shot of cream filling his ass. That must have triggered something in Tom as the next thing I felt was his semen landing on my chest and his sphincter clamping my rod as he continued to ride me. When we were both spent, he collapsed on top of me, spreading his offering between the two of us.

 

"Oh, my god, I have waited so long for that," he whimpered. "The `aids' I had were okay, but nothing like the real thing. I'm so glad you were the first to share the experience the with me."

 

"I'm with you, in more ways than one. I don't think a hand will ever suffice again."

 

"We're going to find new territories of pleasure together, you and me. I hope you're ready for it."

 

"Been ready for years, Tom, I just needed to find the right guy. I'm glad I finally did."

 

"Me, too. Even gladder it was me," he laughed.

 

"By the way, where'd you get the blindfold and oil?"

 

"You remember that little box I grabbed from my apartment the other day?"

 

"Yeah, but you stashed it as soon as we got home and I forgot about it. What else are you hiding from me, young man?"

 

"You'll find out," he laughed.

 

"Um, I think we both need another shower."

 

"Come on, lover, let me get you cleaned up."

 

We headed to the bathroom and lovingly cleaned each other. Once we dried off, we climbed back into bed, curled up together and fell into a deep, dreamless and contented sleep. Until the alarm went off early the next morning.