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This story contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boys, consenting adult males and boys with adult males (eventually). If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18, do not read it.
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Author's Note:
I started writing this story, never intending it to grow into what it has become. It seems to have taken on a life of its own. I hope you enjoy.
Also, if you are enjoying this story, my first story can be found here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/moments
Thursday morning dawned with the alarm going off at 6:00. Tom and I were both pretty grumpy this morning as neither of us had slept very well. I stumbled to the bathroom first, then headed to the kitchen to get the caffeine going while Tom used the bathroom and got dressed. With the coffee started, I headed down to wake the boys and get them moving, finding Mike and T.J. curled together and the twins in their normal pretzel configuration. That chore accomplished, I headed back to the bedroom to pull on some sweats and check on Tom.
"How ya' doin this morning, big guy?"
"Better. Wild dreams last night, but I kinda agree with what you were trying to say last night. Watchin' those two was kinda like a seeing porn. In its own way, it kinda was porn."
"Think you can handle it?"
"If you can, I can. Won't be easy, but we'll figure it out, Max."
"That's the spirit. Now, let's go attack our day."
"Point me to some coffee and I'll make a concerted effort."
"Follow me and I'll get you all set up."
"To the ends of the earth, lover."
Tom followed me to the kitchen where he greeted the boys and poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Morning, boys, cereal okay this morning?" I asked. I received four nods and mumbles of acceptance so I fixed each a bowl and poured myself a cup of coffee, also.
"You guys ready for school?"
"Not really," Joey answered.
"Never will be," Alex chimed.
"Do we have a choice?" asked T.J.
"I'm ready, dad," added Mike.
"No, sorry, you don't have a choice. At least one of you is ready. That's better than none. How `bout you Tom, you ready for your day?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," he grumbled.
"C'mon guys, it's a beautiful day. You need to enjoy it."
Tom shook his head and complained, "How can you be so dang cheery in the morning?"
"Just glad I woke up this morning. So much better than the other option. You eatin' here, Tom, or is it doughnuts again this morning?"
"Doughnuts, what else is there? Breakfast of champions." he laughed. He headed to the garage asking, "Okay if I use your car again today."
"No problem, you still got the key?"
"You bet. You're gonna have pry that from my cold, dead fingers."
"Hey, aren't you forgetting something, mister?"
"Well, just where are my manners?" He returned to the kitchen, gave us all a kiss and said, "Hope y'all have a good day. Boys, learn something new at school," received moans from the four monkeys, "Max, don't tilt any windmills today, okay?"
"Only if they get in my way. I don't go looking for trouble, ya' know."
"I know, but it seems to find you, anyway. Love you all and I'll see you tonight."
A chorus of `love you, too, Uncle Tom' from the boys followed Tom down the hallway.
"You guys about ready to roll? We're running out of time. Grab your stuff and I'll meet you in the garage." I headed to the bedroom to get a shirt and shoes, then headed to the garage. The boys were already loaded in the car and belted, so I climbed in, backed out of the garage and headed to meet the bus. When we arrived, I noticed John's guys hadn't shown up yet to start work on the compacting and forms. That wasn't a big surprise, really, as it was only 7:20 and I didn't expect them to be here until 9:00, according to John.
"Tell us what's going on over here, dad," Alex said as he pointed out the window.
"Can't, it's a surprise. You'll just have to wait to find out."
"That's not fair, man. You're supposed to always tell the truth," Joey tossed out.
"I am telling the truth, it's a surprise and you'll just have to wait to find out."
"That ain't right," mumbled Alex.
"Okay, everybody out, here comes your ride." We got out of the car and I gave each boy a hug before the bus stopped. They climbed on board the bus after Carl opened the door and I gave them a wave. As the bus pulled away, I got back in the car and turned back to the house to wait for my meeting with Steve at the school.
I read by the fireplace until time to leave for the school. John's guys had shown up and were compacting the dirt in preparation for placing the forms for the floor slab and I gave them a wave as I rolled by. I arrived about 5 minutes early for my meeting and found one of the town's police cars still parked in front of the school, lights flashing. I was just in time to see Valerie carrying a box and being escorted to her car by a man I can only assume was Steve. I waited in my car until she had left the parking lot to avoid meeting her and after her car disappeared around the corner, I got out and headed inside to meet Steve. I found perky and cheerful behind her desk in the office with a smile on her face.
"Ah, good morning, Mr. Sanders, I understand I have you to thank for this morning's change in personnel. Such a glorious day. It should have happened a long time ago."
"I know not what you speak of."
"Huh? Oh, I get it. Funny. You're here for a meeting with Mr. Furman, correct?"
"I am."
"Go on in, he's expecting you."
"Thanks." I entered Valerie's former office to find a rather large man sitting at the desk. "Good morning, you must be Mr. Furman, I'm Max Sanders," I said in greeting as I extended my hand.
Steve came from behind the desk, grasped my offered hand in both of his large, meaty and calloused hands for a long handshake. "Good morning, Max. It's a pleasure to meet you, face to face. I want to sincerely say thank you on the behalf of the entire school board and the district. You have saved us from what would have certainly been a very costly and embarrassing chapter in the district's proud history." He waved me to a chair and added, "Please, have a seat. And remember, it's Steve."
"Thanks, Steve. It's a pleasure to meet you, too. I trust Ken is back in his classroom this morning."
"He is, and very happy to be there. He should be after what we did for him."
"You mean allowing him to retain his job or buying his silence?"
"Both, I guess, although I prefer to not refer to the monetary gift as `buying his silence'. Tuesday's events are still quite unsettling. I'd never dreamed Valerie was capable of such destructive thought and actions."
"Well, hopefully, you won't have to worry about that any longer."
"Oh, no, it'll come back to haunt us. As I was escorting her out of the building, she was vehemently promising to file a lawsuit against the district. For unlawful termination, of all things. Guess she should know all about that."
"Yes, no doubt. I'm sorry for inciting all this, Steve. I never intended for anyone to lose their job. Had I known that would happen, I would have kept my mouth shut."
"Don't worry about it, Max, it's water over the dam now. We'll deal with it."
"So, what can I do you for you, Steve. You wanted to meet me for a reason."
"I did, Max, and I thank you for agreeing to meet with me. Especially after what has transpired. First, I wanted to ask if you're the author, Maxwill Sanders, or is the name a coincidence?"
"Nope, no coincidence, I'm the author."
"Excellent. Have you had any college or background in education?"
"Actually, I was writing my first book as I went to the U of I to get my teaching degree. I'd always planned on being a teacher, family curse, I guess."
"Your family was in education?"
"Yes, mom and dad were both teachers, and I guess I felt I was obligated to follow in their footsteps. Unfortunately, I never finished my degree. I dropped out the last semester as the book had been released and my travel schedule to promote it was causing me to miss too many classes. I figured I'd be better off dropping out than failing."
"You were right about that. Colleges don't look too kindly on folks who fail. Have you ever thought about returning to complete your studies?"
"Not really. After the success of the first book, I just kept writing. Teaching didn't have the same allure that it had before."
"Would you consider it? Finishing your degree, that is?"
"I suppose, what are you thinking?"
"I'd like to hire you as a high school English and advanced literature teacher. It would do wonders for the district to have such an esteemed author on staff."
"Whoa, Steve. I'm not sure about all that. I have a lot of changes happening in my life right now and my first priority is to make sure the four boys I'm in the process of adopting are taken care of properly. I'm starting to think I may have bitten off more than I can chew."
"I understand, Max. But please think about it. No, may I ask you a personal question?"
"Feel free to ask but I may not give you an answer."
"No pressure, Max, just curiosity."
"Shoot."
"If I heard everything correctly last night, you're gay. Is that correct?"
"It is. Do you have a problem with that?"
"Not at all. And from what you just said, you're also in the process of adopting four boys."
"Also, true. May I ask where you're going with this?"
"Simply, it was my understanding that the state and adoption agencies wouldn't allow a single gay man to adopt, especially boys. Can you explain why it's being allowed in your case?"
"As I mentioned in our call last night, according to my case worker, Carol Ward, all four boys, despite their ages, have shown that they are most likely gay, also. Carol has been trying for quite a while to find a home where they could grow up to understand and embrace who they are. When I showed up, looking to adopt, she said she'd finally found it."
"May I ask the names of the other two boys? I met Joey and Alex on our phone call, but you didn't name the others."
"T.J. Bruce who's in the 2nd grade and Mike Broadhead who's in 1st grade. Why do you ask?"
"Well, I'm going to make sure that your boys aren't abused by anyone while they're at school, be it other students or the staff."
"I thank you for that, Steve, but why?"
"My sister is a lesbian with a daughter who went through hell because of her mom's sexuality. I am going to make sure you and your boys don't have to go through that."
"Well, guess I have to add another one to the list."
"Excuse me, Max, what list is that?"
"The list of people I've met in the past couple weeks who are either gay or know someone who is."
"You're going to find that list will continue to grow. Now, back to your sons for a moment, if we could. Do you believe they are gay, also?"
"Who knows for sure, Steve? They've only lived with me since Saturday, so we're all still trying to figure things out. From what little I've seen and heard so far, I'd have to say it seems highly likely."
"Not to sound like a total idiot, but, as young as they are, could they really know?"
"You're not an idiot, Steve, just uninformed. Like I told Valerie, I knew I was different from other boys around seven or eight. If I can know at that age, they can, too. It could just be curiosity, but I tend to doubt it."
"I do, too. I have one more question for you today I'd like you to think about, seriously, before answering."
"And that is?"
"I want to raise awareness among our staff about gay youth and their acceptance in our school and our lives. In light of that, I'd like to have, for lack of a better word, a workshop with them to discuss the issue and how we can better acknowledge and accommodate our gay students. Your sons can't be the only four enrolled in this school who are or may be gay. If the workshop goes well, I'd like to extend that education to all our students."
"And how would that affect me?"
"I'd like you and your sons to be involved."
"How?" I asked with a look of surprise on my face.
"I guess as an example of how things should be."
"While I applaud your desire to do this, I hardly think I'm the right guy to hold up as an example. I've only recently accepted who I am and not really ready to start sharing it that openly."
"May I ask how many people you've trusted with the news so far and what their reactions have been?"
"I'm not sure, let me think." I took a few moments to come up with a number for him. "I'd guess about 18 or 20 so far. Reactions have been about 75% positive, 25% negative."
"And for the people who've read your books and are anxiously awaiting the next one, how do you think they'll react when they find out?"
"Who knows, hopefully no worse than what I've seen so far."
"Well, regardless of your answer, I'm going to push ahead with it. Teen suicide for gay youth due to a lack of positive role models is extremely high. I feel a need to combat that problem and the only way to do so is to face the issue head on. I intend to do just that and would truly appreciate your assistance in making a positive change in our small part of the world. We've been lucky here so far, and I want that to continue."
"I'll have to give this some thought, Steve, and give you my decision later."
"Oh, I didn't expect an answer this morning. Take your time. I'd like to meet with our teachers in a few weeks, so, the sooner the better."
"Thanks, Steve. Is that it?"
"One last thing before we break up. When your adoption is finalized, I assume you are going to have a party to celebrate."
"You know it," I grinned.
"If I'm not being too forward, I would like to join the celebration."
"I'll be sure to include you and your family on the guest list," I laughed.
Steve stood, signaling an end to our meeting, "Again, thanks for bringing this gross injustice to my attention. I'm glad we could resolve the situation in a positive manner. If you ever need anything, don't hesitate to call me."
"Would it be acceptable if I stopped by Mr. Thomas' classroom on my way out?" I asked as we walked out of the office. "I'd like to see how he's doing."
"Of course, I'm sure he'd appreciate it."
"Which way?" I asked as we stepped into the hallway.
"Let me take you there. It's kind of hard to find it in this maze we laughingly call a school." I followed Steve as he led the way through the building's various additions until we reached Ken's classroom. He knocked lightly and pushed the door open. "Mr. Thomas, I have someone here who would like to see you. Do you have a moment?"
"Sure," he responded. "Class, I'll be right back." He started towards the door while Steve stood aside and gave me gentle push through the door. When Ken saw who was there, he scooted over and wrapped me in a bear hug. In the background, I heard two voices say `dad?' while I heard Ken whisper in my ear, "Thank you so much. I owe you big time."
"Don't worry about it. Glad I could help." As we separated, I could see tears in his eyes. "Pull yourself together, Ken, we have witnesses," I said as I pointed to the class.
"Oh, crap," he muttered. He turned his back to the students and quickly dried his eyes. That task completed, he turned back to the class and said, "Class, you owe your thanks for me being back today to this man. Well, him, his sons, Joey and Alex, and Mr. Furman's daughter Andrea." A round of light clapping ensued and Joey, Alex and Andrea stood to accept it.
"I'll get out of here and let you get back to work, Ken. Congratulations."
"Thanks again, Max. I'll be in touch."
I waved to the boys and headed to the door where Steve waited. As we headed down the hall towards the front door, I told Steve, "Let me talk to my sons and boyfriend tonight about your proposal and I'll let you know our decision tomorrow."
"That's fair, Max. It's a lot to ask, I know, but I think we stand a better chance of success with a person of your stature being involved with the program. If your partner would like to be involved, that would be wonderful."
"I think he's going to be pretty iffy. His job may not allow it, but I'll ask."
"What does he do?"
"At this moment, he's a Sangamon County deputy, but he's just turned in his resignation and has two more weeks on the job."
"Is it a true resignation or is it one of those `resign or be fired' types since he's gay?"
"Oh, no, it's entirely his decision. His boss is a okay with Tom being gay."
"You must be taking about Dylan."
"Yeah, you know him?"
"He's been to the school on several occasions to talk to the students about driving safely. Seems to be a good man."
"He is."
"Let me talk to him. I'm sure he'll be willing to help with the workshop, also."
"If you can get him involved, you can count on me to be there, also. I don't know about my sons or Tom, but, like I said, we'll talk about it tonight and I'll let you know."
"Thanks Max, I appreciate it. I really want this to succeed." We'd reached the door to the parking lot. "Thanks again for coming in this morning. And, again, thanks for helping me correct a major mistake."
"No thanks necessary, Steve. A bad decision was made based on bad information. I'm just glad we were able to fix it before it went on too long. Thanks for listening to my sons and believing what they said."
"I hated to drag them, and my daughter, into an adult situation, but it seemed appropriate at the moment. I'll look forward to hearing your decision on the workshop. Have a great afternoon, Max."
"Thanks, Steve, you, too."
I left the school and headed for home. I stopped at the end of the drive to talk to John's guys. "How's it going guys?"
"Good, Mr. Sanders. We finally got the dirt compacted where the shelter's going to sit and we're starting to set the forms for the floor slab."
"You got the right spot?"
"Pretty sure we do, but since you're here, you want to check it real quick to make sure?"
"Why not?" I got out of the car and walked over to check the location. "It looks like you might be closer to the drive than I intended, but that's okay. Do you have enough form material to set up for a sidewalk to the drive?"
"We should. Didn't plan on it, but this would be the time to do it. Where's the door going to be?"
"This corner, right here," I answered as I pointed to the location.
"No problem. It's only about 6 feet to the drive. You want it three feet wide?"
"That should be good. Make sure you tell John about the change so he can charge me more," I laughed. "No seriously, I want to make sure he orders enough concrete to pour the floor and walk at the same time. No sense trying to get a truck out for just the walk later."
"I'll make sure to let him know when we get back. Anything else, Mr. Sanders?"
"Nope, I'll get out of your way. If you need anything, drink, bathroom, whatever, come on down to the house. I'll be home the rest of the day."
"Will do. See ya' later."
I hopped back in the car and drove on to the house, putting the car in the garage. I decided that for once, I would keep my clothes on since I may have unexpected company later if John's guys needed something. For some odd reason, the thought popped in my head that I had no idea what the boys' birthdays were. I decided I need to fix that lapse of knowledge and called Carol.
"Carol Ward, how can I help you?" she answered the phone.
"Carol, Max here, how are you today?"
"Great, Max. Not having second thoughts, are you?"
"Not a chance. But I just realized I haven't been a very good dad just yet."
"Well, I think you've done just fine. What horrible thing have you done that puts you in the `bad dad' category."
"I don't have a clue when the boys' birthdays are. I can hardly have a party for them when I don't know when to have them, can I?"
She laughed and said, "I knew I was forgetting something else, now I know what it is. This all happened so quickly, I didn't have time to create the information folder we usually put together for all our new parents. Please don't fire me, Max."
"Not a chance, Carol. I still need your help," I chuckled.
"Give me just a sec to grab their files." I heard the rustling of papers as she dug through her desk. "Okay, got `em. Ready?"
"Ready and waiting."
"Okay, Joey and Alex's birthday is March 13th, T.J.'s is April 23rd and Mike's is May 5th."
"Glad I called when I did. Looks like the first party will be happening in three weeks. We'll expect you to be here."
"I wouldn't miss it Max. Anything else you need?"
"I do want to run something by you, see what you think. Got a few minutes?"
"Always have time for you, Max."
"Good." I relayed the information on the workshop Steve wanted to have at the school about supporting gay youth. "So, what do you think? And more importantly, what do you think about me and/or the boys being involved"
"I think that's a wonderful idea. Teen suicide among gays is becoming an epidemic and something needs to be done. I don't have a problem with you being involved, but it might be asking a bit too much of the boys right now."
"I was feeling that way about T.J. and Mike, but I think Joey and Alex would be fine. I know they're only eight, almost nine, but they certainly seem to know who they are and the path their lives are taking."
"Now that I think about it, you're right, those two would probably be okay, but I'd keep the other two out of it. For now, anyway."
"Thanks, Carol, I plan to talk to them tonight and see what they have to say. I'll let you know what we decide."
"Thanks for the call, Max. Be sure you let me know when the party is."
"I will, Carol. Thanks for the info and have a great evening."
We hung up and I grabbed the book I'd been reading on the way to my favorite chair by the fireplace. I was interrupted about an hour later by a ring of the doorbell. It had to be one of John's guys because the drive sensor hadn't gone off. I opened the door to find both men standing on the porch.
"Sorry to bother you Mr. Sanders, but could we please use a restroom? It's a little too cold out here to just whip it out and pee on a tree."
I laughed and said, "Sure, down the hall there, last door on the right."
One took off for the john and I asked the one waiting, "You guys want some coffee to help warm up a bit?"
"I wouldn't turn down a cup and he'd probably like one, too."
"Be right back." I headed to the kitchen and returned shortly with a Styrofoam cup for each of them, noticing the two had swapped places. "How ya' doin' out there?"
"Just about done, sir. Got the floor area ready and we're getting ready to do the walk now. Since we hadn't started the forms when you stopped by, we moved it a couple feet further from the drive so it should be closer to where you want it. We're nice and square so when we bring the building out, we should be able to just drop it in place."
"That sounds great. Any idea when the concrete will be poured?"
"I think John's scheduled it Monday, depending on the weather. We'd like it above freezing when we do it and Monday's supposed to 40°or so."
"How soon can you set the shelter in place after it's poured?"
"That's schedule for the next Monday. John wants give the concrete at least a week to set."
"Sounds like he has it all planned out. Thanks for the info." His work partner returned and I handed his cup of coffee to him.
"Thanks, Mr. Sanders, I needed that," he said pointing down the hall. "Need this too," he added, holding up his cup. "Okay, let's get out of here and get this done. See ya' later, Mr. Sanders."
"Thanks guys, have a good evening," I said as they headed back out into the cold. I headed back the fireplace to continue my reading. At 3:30, I decided to head out to meet the bus and check on John's guys. When I arrive at the end of the drive, the guys were already gone. I got out to check their work and once satisfied everything looked ready for concrete, climbed back in the warm car to wait. I didn't sit there long as the bus pulled up three minutes later, disgorging four laughing boys.
They climbed in the car and we started the short trek to the house.