Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2005 22:18:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 38

DISCLAIMER:  The following story is FICTIONAL.  It contains descriptions
of sexual  activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and
teenage boys.  If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this
type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you
are, then please DO NOT READ IT!  If you choose to read it, then - I hope
you enjoy it!


                                   The Abandoned Boy

                                        Chapter 38

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"MMmmmmm" Simon moaned lowly.

A moment later, he moaned slightly louder and longer.

The only other sound in the room was an occasional wet sucking or licking
sound.

"OHHhhhhh!" Simon gasped again a minute later.  "Oh Godddd!  Please don't
stop!"

He was lying on his bed, on his stomach.  His pelvis was resting on a
pillow, which was pushing his ass up in the air.  His legs were splayed
apart, and pulled up a little, causing the crack of his ass to be wide
open, making his tight, pink, puckered anus as accessible as possible.

Ethan was kneeling behind Simon.  He was bent forward so that his face
was  smashed up against Simon's ass.  He was deftly spearing his tongue
in out of Simon's boy cunt.  Each time he forced it through Simon's tight
sphincter, and shoved it as deeply into him as possible, it caused Simon
to gasp with decadent pleasure.

In the position he was in, Ethan's ass was sticking out behind him, and
his tight, pink asshole which was lightly fringed with fine, dark hair,
was completely vulnerable to attack as well.  Unfortunately for Ethan,
there was no one else in the apartment who could help him out.  This
wasn't stopping him from enjoying himself though.  Even though nobody was
doing anything to pleasure him at the moment, his dick was stiff as a
board, the bottom side of it lying pressed flat against the bed, beneath
his belly.  It was Ethan's knowledge of the pleasure he was giving his
boyfriend that was causing his arousal.

"OOOohhhhh!" Simon groaned again, as Ethan's tongue slid though his hole,
traveling up inside him as far as Ethan could shove it.

"Fuck!  I'm gonna cum soon Eeth!  Ya better climb on if you're gonna fuck
me!" Simon said.

Ethan pulled his tongue from Simon's asshole, and sat up grinning.

"Hang on," he gasped, huskily, as he reached for a tube of KY jelly that
was sitting on the bedside table.

Ethan squirted a liberal amount of the lubricant into his right hand,
then he wrapped his hand around his rock hard cock and started sliding it
up and down, making sure he didn't leave any dry spots.

"OHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Simon groaned a moment later, as Ethan reached
for his ass and slid his slippery index and middle fingers both through
his anus, shoving them deep inside him.

"MMMMMmmmmm!" Simon moaned euphorically, as Ethan began fucking him with
both fingers.

"OHhh Goddd Eeth!  C'mon!  Give me your dick now!" Simon exclaimed
urgently a minute later.

Grinning, Ethan pulled his fingers from his boyfriends asshole and moved
into position behind him.  Leaning forward, and holding the base of his
cock between his index finger and thumb of his right hand, as the rest of
his lubed fingers hooked under his scrotum, Ethan directed the tip of his
lubricated dick up against Simon's anus.  Simon grinned slightly in
anticipation of what he knew was about to happen.

"OOOOHHHHHHHhhhhhh!" Simon groaned, as Ethan pushed forward, sliding his
hot, hard rod, through his anal opening, shoving it deep into his rectum.

"MMMMMmmmmmm!!!" Simon moaned, as Ethan continued pushing forward.

"Nice!" Ethan drawled softly as he felt his pubic bone press up against
Simon's ass.  He was inside Simon as far as he could get.

"MMMmmmmmm!" Simon agreed, as Ethan relaxed and held himself in place,
buried deeply within him for a moment.

"Ready?" Ethan asked after several seconds.

"Oh Yeeaahh!" Simon groaned.

Ethan chuckled and began to withdraw from Simon a little.

"OHHHhhhhh!!!" Simon groaned a moment later, as Ethan stopped pulling out
of him, and reversed direction plunging back up into him.

Ethan started to fuck slowly back and forth, at a steady pace,
long-dicking in and out of Simon's rectum then.

The room filled then with continual, sensual moaning and soft gasps, from
both boys, as Ethan fucked steadily in and out of Simon.

About a minute and a half later, Simon's body tensed slightly, and he
gasped "I'm gonna cum Eeth!"

"Me too!" Ethan gasped, as a drop of sweat trickled down the bridge of
his nose, and hung from the tip of it, as he began shoving his hips back
and forth even harder and faster.

Soon, both boys were grunting in primal ways, and Simon was wiggling his
hips back and forth beneath Ethan, trying desperately to take even more
of Ethan inside him.

"Oh Fuuucckkkk!!!!" Simon gasped suddenly.  His face contorted, and his
body tensed up.

"AAwww!!" Ethan cried, as he felt Simon's sphincter clamp tightly around
his shaft, as he continued shoving it in and out of the boy.

"MMMMMMMmmmmmm!!!!" Simon groaned, as the pillow beneath him became
saturated with his cum.

"UNnnnnhhhh!!!" Ethan groaned, as he fired his own load of cum deep
inside Simon's bowels.

"OHhhhhh!" Simon gasped as more semen surged through his dick.

"MMmmmm!" Ethan moaned, pumping more juice into Simon.

The two boys continued gasping and moaning for another half minute or so,
as they each spasmed repeatedly, expelling their seminal fluid.

Eventually, Simon's orgasm ended.  A few seconds later, Ethan's ended as
well.  He relaxed and laid down fully on top of Simon, hugging him, and
pushing his dick as deeply inside him as possible.

"Awwwww!" Simon groaned, as Ethan finally settled on top of him.  "Fuck
that was good!"

"Oh yeah!" Ethan agreed, hugging Simon, and kissing him on the shoulder.

The two lay together, connected only by Ethan's penis, which was still
stuffed up Simon's ass, and his arms which were laying on the sides of
his torso, gently squeezing him.

"This is nice!" Simon said, smiling after a minute had gone by, during
which the two boys just laid quietly, enjoying their embrace.  "Can we
stay this way forever?"

Ethan chuckled and said, "Well, that'd be nice, but I'm gonna have to pee
soon, and I don't think you want an golden enema!"

"Ew!" Simon said.  "No thank you!"

Ethan chuckled again and said, "Well... even if I gave you one.  I'd have
to get off you right away anyway so you could get to the bathroom, or
we'd have quite the mess to clean up!"

"OK!"  Simon said.  "Get off me!  Let's not take any chances!"

Ethan chuckled again, as he pushed himself up, pulling his now soft dick
from Simon's, still slippery hole.

"Well, this is rather messy anyway!" Simon said, frowning slightly, as he
got up off the bed, and saw the pillow soaked with his cum.  "Guess we
gotta do a laundry!"

Ethan laughed and headed for the bathroom.  A couple minutes later, he
reappeared, having peed and washed his dick off.

"C'mon, lets snuggle a while longer," Simon said.  He'd taken the soiled
pillow case off and put it on the floor with his dirty clothes he'd taken
off the night before, and he'd set the pillow aside, so the wet spot
would dry.  Now he was lying in bed, under the covers again.

"Cool!" Ethan said, and he quickly crawled into the bed and snuggled up
to Simon, who wrapped his arms around him.

"Wonder if Greg and Rob are there yet?" Simon said, idly.

"Probably not quite," Ethan said.  "Soon though."

"I hope they have a good time," Simon said.

"Me too," Ethan replied.

                     *                      *                          *

"How much longer til we get there, do you think?" Rob asked anxiously, as
we tooled along the Thruway heading toward Rochester where we were to
meet his birth family.

"Probably 'bout another half hour," his father replied.

"Are you OK honey?" his mother asked.

"Yeah," Rob replied, but when he glanced over at me I could see he was
nervous.  He was rapidly tapping the heel of his right foot up and down,
so his knee was going up and down.

"Relax!  You already met Sandy.  It went great.  So'll this," I said.

Rob flashed me a quick, but still nervous smile.

"Anyone need a pit stop?" Howard asked, as we flew by a sign announcing
an upcoming rest stop.

"YES!" Rob cried, rather urgently.

"OK, we'll stop at the rest area that's coming up.  Might not get another
chance til we're there," Howard said.

A couple minutes later, Howard signaled, then exited the highway, pulling
into the rest area.  After he'd parked the car, we all got out and
stretched a little, then walked into the building.  Rob, Howard, and I
headed for the men's room, while Linda turned right and went into the
ladies room.  I'd had a lot of coffee that morning, so I immediately
stepped up to a urinal.  Rob scooted up to the one next to mine, pulled
his penis out and with a slightly audible sigh, began urinating.  I noted
with mild curiosity that Howard stepped over to a urinal that was several
away from us.  I wondered if his homophobia was so deeply ingrained in
him that if in the back of his mind he was worried that Rob might try and
sneak a peek at his dick.  I glanced at Rob, who was shaking the last
drops of pee from his dick, but he appeared lost in thought.  Apparently
he was too busy dwelling on his upcoming reunion with his birth family to
think about sneaking peeks at anyone's genitals.

A few minutes later, we were back on the road again.  About five minutes
later our exit came up, and Howard turned off the highway.  He asked the
toll collector to verify the directions that Sandy had given him, and
shortly we were driving into the suburbs of Rochester.  Sandy's
directions were very good and within minutes we were driving down the
street her house was on.  Rob's legs were both going up and down then, as
he tapped both heels on the car's floor.  He looked more nervous than I'd
ever seen him.

"It'll be fine," I said, softly, smiling at him and rubbing his shoulder.

He glanced at me and smiled apprehensively for a moment, then looked back
out the window.

                  *                       *                       *

Half a minute later, Howard pulled up to the curb and announced rather
needlessly "I guess this must be it!"

I grinned as I saw a huge banner stating "Welcome Home Rob!" hanging from
the eaves of the front porch.  Rob looked sick to his stomach.  He looked
at me with fearful eyes, and gulped.

"It'll be fine!" I said again, chuckling softly.  I grasped him around
the back of his neck with my hand and massaged him for a moment.

Suddenly, a little boy raced out onto the porch.  A huge grin lit up his
face and he turned to the house and yelled loudly "They're here!"  Then
he quickly scampered down the stairs toward our car.

"Well... someone looks happy to meet you!" I said, smiling, as the
excited little boy ran up to us.

Looking at the boy curiously, and smiling nervously, Rob opened the car
door and stepped out.

"ROB?" the boy practically screamed at him, smiling hopefully.

"Uh...yeah.  Who're you?" Rob asked, a bit surprised by the boy's
exuberance.

"I'm your brother Justin!" the boy cried joyously, and he threw his arms
around Rob and hugged him.

Looking at me and smiling, Rob hugged the boy back, and said "Cool!", as
Justin grinned up at him.

The two of them looked cute together, because Justin only stood a little
over 4' tall, compared to Rob's nearly 6' height.

The front door of the house opened, a rather shy looking girl, who
appeared to be a little older than Justin stepped out and stood by the
top of the steps looking curiously at us.

"Rob!  Oh!  Hello everyone!" Sandy cried, bursting through the front door
of the house, and rushing down the steps to greet us.  A gaggle of other
people crowded out of the house then and surged down the steps off the
porch and into the front yard.

Sandy threw her arms around Rob, and hugged him and kissed him on the
cheek.

Stepping back she laughed and said, "Justin!  Let him go already!
There're other people who want to meet him too."

"Mommmmm!" Justin whined, still clutching Rob.

Rob chuckled and began jabbing Justin in the ribs, causing uproarious
peels of giggling from the boy.  Justin released his hold on Rob then,
and Rob stopped tickling him.

"I can tell you and I are gonna have fun!" he said, winking at Justin,
and mussing his hair.

Justin beamed.

"I always wanted a big brother!" he said, still grinning.

"You know what?" Rob asked, and without waiting for the boy to reply, he
added "Me too!  And I bet you're gonna be a GREAT little brother!"

I'd never seen such a joyous look on a little boy's face before.  Justin
just couldn't stop smiling, and he wouldn't budge from Rob's side.  I
noticed Rob didn't seem to mind and was smiling quite a bit too.  Sandy
had tears in her eyes as she watched her two sons enjoying one another so
much.

"Lindsay!  Come here honey!" Sandy called, suddenly turning and motioning
to the girl who'd stood shyly on the porch a moment earlier, but was now
milling about with the others on the front lawn.

The girl stepped shyly forward.

"Rob, this is my daughter Lindsay, your half-sister.  And Lindsay, this
is Rob, your half-brother," Sandy said.

"Hi Lindsay," Rob said, smiling down at her.

"Hello," the girl said shyly.  Then blushing slightly, she stepped up to
Rob and gave him a quick hug.

Rob blushed slightly too, as he smiled down at her.  He wrapped his arms
around her and returned her hug.

"Obviously, you've met Justin!" Sandy said.

Justin and Rob grinned at each other.

"Yeah, I don't think he's ever gonna have a problem meeting new people!"
Rob said, grinning and chuckling.

Everyone laughed a little.

"OK then, let me introduce you to everyone else," Sandy said.

Rob was introduced then to Sandy's parents - his grandparents, Steve and
Rebecca Hollingsworth.  Mrs. Hollingsworth had tears of happiness in her
eyes, as she embraced her oldest grandchild.  Mr. Hollingsworth appeared
to be sizing Rob up, but looked approvingly when Rob shook his hand with
a firm grip and met his gaze.

Then came Sandy's Sister Stacy who was a few years younger than Sandy.
She was single, and worked at a local TV station.  She and Rob exchanged
a few words, and each seemed to like the other immediately.

Next Sandy introduced Rob to his uncle - her brother Sam, who was a few
years older than she was, and his wife Barbara, and their two children:
Jordan a shy boy who was three, and Brianna, who was one, who had only
started walking a month earlier.  Everyone smiled when she plopped down
on her butt as she looked up at Rob, who towered over her.  She looked
ready to cry, but Rob smiled and squatted down and picked her up.  He
straightened back up, then cuddled her and gave her a kiss.  He grinned
when Brianna, smiled and made happy baby noises in return.  Barbara took
her back from Rob a minute later, so he could continue meeting people.

A man who'd been standing behind Sandy most of the time, was introduced
as Sandy's boyfriend, Daniel Gregerson.  He seemed friendly.  He was
divorced, too, and said he had two daughters, but they lived with their
mother, and he didn't get to see them too often.  He seemed sad when he
said that.

                    *                   *                    *

As the introductions were being made, I'd noticed that there were two
distinct groups of people in the yard.  I'd also noticed that Sandy had
only introduced members of her own family, and that they seemed to be
standing together on one side of the yard.  On the other side of the
yard, I noticed a man who was my height, who looked to be a couple years
older than Sandy.  He was the spitting image of Rob.  I also noticed he
hadn't taken his eyes off Rob since he first saw him.  He looked anxious,
like Rob had looked a few minutes earlier.

"Well, that's everyone in my family," Sandy said to Rob.  "How'd you like
to meet your father, and have him introduce you to his family?"

Rob suddenly looked nervous again.  He didn't say anything, but gulped
and nodded.

The man I'd been watching, who had been watching Rob so intently stepped
nervously out from behind the group of people he'd been standing with.
Everyone watched quietly as he and Rob stood for a moment, silently
looking at each other.

"Rob, this is Joe Marx, your father.  Joe... this is our son Rob," Sandy
said.  I could see tears welling in her eyes.

Neither Joe nor Rob moved.  They both continued quietly looking each
other up and down for a moment.  Joe's eyes, which had looked moist when
he'd stepped up to Rob, glistened even more wetly.

Finally, sounding slightly choked up, Joe said, "Wow!  You look just like
me when I was your age!"

"S-so does that mean I'm gonna look like you when I'm grown up?" Rob
asked, shyly.

Joe smiled slightly and chuckled.  "Maybe... sorry about that!  Could be
worse though I suppose."

"NO!" Rob cried, mortified at how his father had interpreted what he'd
said.  "I didn't mean it like that!  You look great!  I hope I look like
you!"

Joe grinned and a tear broke from his eye.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you son!" he said, sniffling.

"Me too!" Rob said, also blinking back tears.

They contemplated each other for a minute yet, each getting closer to
tears, then Joe stepped over to Rob and wrapped his arms around him and
hugged him.  Rob snuffled softly, squeezed his eyes shut, and hugged his
father back, burying his face against his neck.  Everyone got lumps in
their throats as they watched father and son silently, but emotionally,
clinging to each other, each squeezing their eyes tightly shut, trying
not to cry.

I noticed that Linda had tears in her eyes too, but I suspected they
weren't tears of joy.  And surprisingly, I saw that Howard now looked
sick to his stomach, and rubbed his eyes a couple times.  I gave him an
understanding smile when he happened to glance in my direction.  He
nodded slightly.

Rob and Joe finally released each other and stood smiling sheepishly at
each other, both rubbing their eyes.  Joe cleared his throat.

"Well, you've met your mother's family.  I guess I should introduce you
to the rest of your family now," Joe said to Rob, putting a hand on his
shoulder and steering him toward the group of people he hadn't met yet.

"This is my wife Diana," Joe said, as a pretty woman Sandy's age stepped
toward them.

Diana smiled pleasantly and gave Rob a hug.

"I'm so glad to finally meet you Rob," she said, smiling.

"Me too," Rob replied, smiling back at her.

Joe steered Rob to an older couple then.

"This is your grandmother," he said, introducing the woman first.

"Oh Rob!  I'm so happy to meet you," the woman replied.  She immediately
stepped forward and hugged Rob warmly.

"Thank you maam, it's good to meet you too," Rob said.

"Even though I'm your grandmother, since we've just met you can call me
Elizabeth it you'd like," she replied.

Rob had noticed some other children standing grouped together behind his
grandparents, and guessed they were his cousins.

"What do your other grandchildren call you?" he asked, as his grandmother
let go of him.

"Well, they call us Grandma and Grandpa," she said, still smiling.

"Well, I guess I can keep up the family tradition," Rob said, grinning.

I glanced at Linda.  She looked sick, but managed to quickly mask her
distress.  Elizabeth on the other hand broke into tears, and hugged Rob
again.

When she released him, her husband stepped forward, almost eagerly.  I'd
noticed he too had been staring at Rob.  I was surprised to see Joe had a
slightly sour look on his face.

"I'm your Grandpa!" the man said, smiling broadly, and elbowing his wife
aside.  She looked annoyed.  "Pleased to meet you Rob!"

Rob had been ready to proffer his hand for a handshake, but his
grandfather threw his arms around Rob, and gave him a hearty hug.  As I
watched, Rob's grin abruptly switched to a slightly confused, and a
little surprised look.  I wondered what was up with that.  Rob's father
still had a strange look on his face too.  He reached out and pulled a
boy who looked to be 10 years old toward Rob.

"OK Dad, Let him breathe," Joe said, sounding jovial.  His tone didn't
sound completely genuine though.  I wondered if he had problems with his
father.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a guy who looked to be a
couple years younger than me, who looked a bit like Joe.  I'd noticed him
looking curiously at me a few times while Sandy was introducing her
family, but hadn't paid any attention to him, as I was interested in
watching Rob meet his family.  The young man also didn't look very happy
as he watched Rob and his grandfather.  AS I looked at him, another man,
who was the same age, who was standing next to him, put his hand on his
shoulder, and gave it a squeeze.  Then he whispered something in his
ear.  From the way they were acting, my gaydar told me they were a
couple.  A moment later, my thoughts were confirmed when the second young
man, gave the first one a gentle kiss at the base of his neck, where it
connected to his shoulder.

Joe gently pulled Rob away from his grandfather.  As he did, Rob glanced
over at me.  He wore a slightly perplexed look, but didn't get to convey
anything else to me, as his father steered him toward the boy he'd pulled
over to them, and introduced them to each other as half-brothers.

I glanced back at Joe, sr.  He had stepped back behind everyone, and was
watching, smiling.  His smile looked sad though.

"So what grade are you in Josh?" Rob was asking.

"I'm going into 5th in September," The boy replied.

The two were smiling at each other.

"And this is Josh's brother Jason, who's also your half-brother," Joe
said, motioning to another boy, who looked to be a couple years older
than Josh, to step forward.

The older boy, who looked more bookish than his younger brother, stepped
forward.  He appeared to be very shy and nervous.

"Hi Jason!" Rob said, smiling, and holding out his hand.

"Hi," Jason replied, almost inaudibly, accepting Rob's handshake, and
glancing up for just a second to make eye contact with Rob.

Rob smiled at Jason.  As soon as Rob's eyes made contact with his,
Jason's eyes darted quickly downward.  Rob scrutinized the boy for a
moment.

"It's really nice to meet you!," Rob said, putting his left hand on
Jason's shoulder and squeezing it.

Jason looked up back at Rob again.  He looked surprised to see Rob
looking into his eyes yet.  He looked more nervous, but didn't look away
this time.  In fact, he kept looking directly at Rob's eyes. Rob smiled
and gave him a quick wink.  Looking a bit surprised, at Rob's warmth,
Jason smiled slightly and blushed, then looked down again.

Joe interrupted the boys then and said, "This is my sister, your Aunt
Mary Ann, and her husband Ed.  And these are your cousins Kevin and
Jessica."

Rob and Jason parted then, and Jason quickly stepped back into the
group.  I noticed the gay young man who looked like Rob's father smile at
him and pat him on the back.  The boy smiled back shyly.

Mary Ann stepped up to Rob and hugged him.  She welcomed him into the
family.  Ed and Rob shook hands warmly.

Jessica smiled shyly and shook hands with Rob.

Kevin, who appeared to be about 13, grinned and said "Cool hair Rob!  Can
you show me how you get it to stay that way?"

Rob laughed and looked at Kevin's hair.  "Sure.  You got the right hair
for it.  It's easy.  Takes a lot of gel though.  I can show you how
though."

"Cool!" Kevin grinned.  Rob smiled back at him.

The gay couple stepped forward then.  They were the only ones who hadn't
been introduced yet.

"This is my little brother - your Uncle Johnny, and his partner Mike,"
Joe said, watching Rob nervously to see how he would reacte to the fact
that his uncle was gay.

Rob looked momentarily surprised, but quickly recovered and grinned
warmly at his uncle.  Johnny smiled and held out his hand to Rob.  Rob
gripped and shook it, but at the same time pulled his uncle into a quick
half hug.

"It's nice to meet you Uncle John," Rob said, smiling.

John's eyes suddenly looked moist.  He grinned warmly at Rob as they
pulled apart.

"It's great to finally meet you too!" he said, blinking rapidly several
times.

John looked like he was going to re-introduce his partner, but Rob smiled
and turned to Mike and stuck his hand out.

"And you too!" he said.  Then he added, "Um... should I call you Uncle
Mike then?"

Looking extremely surprised, but pleased, Mike shook Rob's hand.  He
looked even more surprised when Rob pulled him into a half hug like he'd
given John.

"Nice to meet you too Rob," Mike said, as they parted.  "And you can call
me whatever you'd like."

Joe looked slightly surprised at how warmly his son had greeted his gay
brother and his boyfriend, but he quickly hid the look on his face.  I
noticed though that he scrutinized Rob carefully for a moment.

"Well, I guess you've met all of us now," Sandy said, stepping forward
again.  "Would you like to introduce your parents and Mr. Winslow Rob?"

Rob suddenly realized everyone was looking at him again.  As he looked at
all of their smiling faces, and the "Welcome Home Rob" banner hanging
from the porch behind them, he was surprised to feel his eyes filling
with tears.  He sniffed and wiped his eyes.  He desperately wanted to
keep from crying, but was unable to stop himself, so he dropped his head
and rubbed his face.

As he stood in front of everyone, fighting to get control his emotions,
his little half-brother Justin walked up to him and wrapped his arms
around him and hugged him.

Smiling through his tears, Rob hugged Justin back.

"It's OK Rob.  Mommy says it's OK for guys to cry if they're really upset
or if they're really happy about something!" Justin said.

Everyone smiled and there were a couple of chuckles.

Lifting his head, wiping his face, and snuffling deeply, Rob smiled down
at Justin and gave him another hug and a kiss on his forehead.

"You're quite a guy Justin!  Thanks!  And your mom's right!" Rob said.

"She's OUR mom!" Justin exclaimed, looking up at Rob, slightly confused.

Rob smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess she is."

Out of the corner of his eye, Rob saw Linda's face.  She looked crushed.

"C'm'ere though," he said, pulling Justin after him, and walking over to
her.  "I know your mom is my birth mom - but this is my mom too.  She's
the lady who raised me.  See... I'm lucky.  I have two moms and two
dads.  But you're lucky too, because you always got to live with your
birth mom.  Not only is she your birth mom, but she's also the lady who's
raising you.  So... I guess in different ways, we're both really lucky
guys huh?  You've always got to be with your mom, and I get to have two
moms!"

Justin smiled up at Rob and said "Yeah!"

Rob turned toward everyone then, and with his hand still resting on
Justin's shoulder, he sniffed, then said, "Thank you all for meeting me
today, and for being so great!  I never guessed what a big family I had.
All the years I've grown up, it's just been me and my parents.  Now...
finding my birth family, and seeing how many of you there are... it's
like Wow!  Anyway - it's really great to meet all of you, and I hope I
get to know you all better.  Right now I want you all to meet some people
who are special to me though."

Justin tried to pull away from Rob.

"You don't have to go... unless you want to," Rob said, smiling down at
him, his hand still on Justin's shoulder.

Justin grinned up at him and backed up and leaned against him again.

"As much as Sandy's my birth mom, and Joe's my birth father, and the rest
of you are all related to me one way or another, like I just told Justin
a minute ago, I'm really lucky.  Lucky to have found all of you, but also
lucky to have had a couple of great people in my life since I was a baby,
who took care of me all my life - my parents: Howard and Linda Watkins!"
Rob said.

Linda had tears in her eyes, and Howard looked choked up too.

"You can't know how happy we all are that Rob has had you for parents,"
Sandy said, blinking back tears of her own.  "I may be Rob's birth
mother, but you are truly his parents.  As much as I'd like to get to
know Rob better, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for
allowing that to happen, I want you to know that I'll never try to take
Rob away from you, or replace you in his life in any way!  Words simply
cannot convey how special the two of your are, to have taken our boy into
your home and your lives, and raised him as your own, and I will forever
be in your debt, and grateful to you for everything you've done for us
all!"

Tears were streaming down Linda's cheeks then as she smiled weakly
through them and croaked, "Thank you Sandy.  Thank you for giving us your
baby, so that we could experience all the joys of parenthood!"

She couldn't say anymore, as she started weeping harder.  Howard gulped
and rubbed at his eyes, and couldn't say anything.

Rob smiled down at Justin, who was looking up at him, and winked at him.

"OK, I guess I need you to give us a minute now - OK?" he said.

Justin smiled and nodded, then stepped away from Rob, who turned to his
parents and wrapped his arms around them both and hugged them.

I heard him whispering to them, but I couldn't hear what he said.  They
stood in a three-way embrace for a minute, as both Linda's and Howard's
shoulders shook.  When they pulled apart, Linda and Howie were both
rubbing their eyes.

"And last, but not least, I want to introduce you to a very good friend
of our's.  He's also one of my teachers.  Mr. Greg Winslow," Rob said.
"He's really helped us out a lot, getting us over a couple of rough spots
recently.  I've gotten really close to him this past year.  That's why I
wanted him to be here with us today!"

I grinned and nodded as they all smiled or made comments.

"Well," Mrs. Hollingsworth said, stepping forward.  "There's plenty of
food and beverages set up in the house.  The drinks are in the kitchen,
and the food's in the diningroom.  It's buffet style.  So everyone come
on in and help yourselves!  Robbie, why don't you come join me.  Bring
your parents and Mr. Winslow and I'll show you where everything is!"

Everyone headed inside then for some refreshments.

                   *                        *                         *

Rob's grandmother showed us around the downstairs of the house, in
particular where the food and drinks were set up, and where the bathroom
was.

Before Rob could take a plate to get himself something to eat, Justin
appeared at his side, tugging on his shirt.

"Rob!  Come with me!" he begged.

Rob looked down at Justin and smiled.

"Where we going?" he asked.

"I want to show you something!" Justin exclaimed, grabbing Rob's hand and
tugging on it.

Chuckling, Rob allowed Justin to lead him away from the buffet, and out
into the front hallway.

"I want you to see my room!" Justin said, pulling Rob toward the
stairway.

"OH!" Rob said, smiling at him.

"C'mon!" Justin said.

"OK, I'm coming," Rob replied.

Justin let go of Rob's hand then and ran up the stairs to the second
floor of the house.  Rob took the stairs two-at-a-time and arrived
upstairs just in time to see Justin disappearing into a room at the end
of the upstairs hallway, on the left.  He quickly followed the boy.

"What do you think?" Justin asked, looking hopefully at his new big
brother.

"Wow!" Rob said, trying to sound appropriately impressed.

Justin's room looked like most boys' rooms.  There was a T-shirt and a
pair of white socks that looked like they'd been worn and needed
laundering, lying on the floor at the foot of the bed, which was shoved
into the back corner of the room.  The bed was made, but not very neatly,
as if Justin probably had made it himself.  A well-worn brown teddy bear
lay on its face on the pillow.  The top drawer of the dresser that sat
adjacent to the foot of the bed was open and a leg from a pair of pajamas
was hanging out of it.  On top of the dresser was a large red ceramic
piggy bank.  On the opposite wall there was a desk in the middle of the
wall, with sets of shelves on either side of it.  The desk was covered
with a multitude of oddball toys and other "important" things.  There
were a couple shelves full of books, another filled with a stack of board
games, and the rest had various toys and stuffed animals sitting on
them.  There was a night stand in front of the window next to the bed.
On it was a lamp, a flashlight, a story book, and a Gameboy.  The walls,
carpeting, bedspread, and drapes were various shades of blue that blended
together nicely.  Above the shelves and bed the walls were covered with
posters.

"Nice room," Rob said, looking around carefully.

"Thanks!" Justin said, beaming.

He turned serious then and said somewhat sadly, "I really want my own TV,
but Mom says no.  She says she doesn't want me watching too much TV!"

"Well... that's OK.  You've got plenty of other stuff to do in here," Rob
said.

"I guess," Justin said, sitting down on the edge of his bed.

Rob joined Justin, sitting next to him.

"I'd like a Play Station too, but she won't get me that either.  I do
have a gameboy though!" Justin said.

"I see that," Rob said.  "I have one too!"

"Really?  Cool!  What games do you have?" Justin asked.

Rob listed off a bunch of games he had.

When he mentioned one of his older games that he'd liked as a child,
Justin grinned and said, "Bet I'm better at that one than you are!"

"What?" Rob asked, a little surprised.

Justin grinned mischievously up at Rob and said again "I bet I'm better
at it than you!"

"I BET NOT!" Rob cried, grinning.  He reached down and jabbed Justin in
the ribs then, causing Justin to giggle.

Grinning maniacally, Rob said, "Doesn't matter if you are, cause YOU'RE
VERY TICKLISH!  And I'm gonna get you!"

He started tickling Justin in the ribs then, causing the boy to burst
into fits of giggles.

"NO!" Justin cried through his giggles, struggling to jump up and get
away from Rob.

Rob pulled Justin toward him and laid the boy on his back on his lap and
proceeded to continue tickling his ribs, belly, and armpits, as he
convulsed with laughter.

After a minute, Rob let up and Justin stopped giggling.  He lay grinning
up at Rob, his little chest heaving up and down due to his labored
breathing.

"Guess that'll teach you to go around bragging!" Rob said, grinning back
at him.

Just then, Rob heard a sound at the bedroom door.  When he and Justin
looked up, Rob saw Lindsay standing there, leaning on the door jamb.

"Hi!" Rob said, smiling at her.

"Hi," she replied, smiling shyly back at him.  "Would you like to see my
room too?"

"Sure!" Rob replied, smiling a little wider.  He looked down at Justin,
gave him another jab in the ribs, causing another peel of giggles from
the boy, and said, "I'm gonna check out your sister's room too, OK?"

Still shaking slightly from his last giggle, Justin smiled and nodded.

Rob winked and poked Justin in the belly one last time, causing Justin to
giggle again, before he tossed him off his lap and onto the bed.

"Your brother is VERY ticklish!" Rob said to Lindsay, as he turned to
her.  "OK, lead on to your room!"

"I know," Lindsay said, nodding and smiling a little.  She turned then
and walked into the room across the hall.

In stark contrast to Justin's room, Lindsay's was all done in different
shades of yellow, everything was very neat, and there were quite a few
dolls on the bed, in a baby carriage, and on some shelves.  Rob spent a
few minutes looking around and commenting to Lindsay about how pretty her
dolls were.  She didn't say much in return, but smiled shyly the whole
time Rob looked around.

After a couple minutes, Justin appeared in the doorway.

"C'mon guys!  Mom says everyone's looking for you Rob!" he said.

"OK, I guess we better get back downstairs then," Rob said.

Lindsay and Rob got up and followed Justin back downstairs then.

                      *                      *                     *

"Oh good!  There you are!  Sounds like you and Justin are hitting it
off!" Sandy said, as Rob walked into the kitchen to get a drink.

"Yeah," Rob grinned.  "He's a great little guy!  Lindsay's sweet too!"

Sandy smiled and said, "I'm glad you like them!"

"Who couldn't?" Rob said, still grinning, as he helped himself to a glass
of soda.

"So Robert!  How about you come talk with your grandpa a little?" Rob
heard a voice right behind him say, as a hand clamped around the back of
his neck, and squeezed gently.

"Oh!" Rob said, turning to find Joe, sr. smiling at him.  "Uh... sure!"

Rob's grandfather steered Rob toward a quiet corner of the kitchen.

"So tell me all about yourself Rob!" his grandfather said, motioning to
Rob to sit down on a bench by the window.

Rob told the man about his school, and about how he and his father worked
on project cars, and some of the games he liked to play.

"So... what about girls?  You have a girlfriend?" his grandfather asked,
looking keenly at him.

"Uh... no... not yet," Rob said, nervously.

"So you haven't had one at all yet?  Good looking guy like yourself?" the
man asked.

"Um... no... Guess I'm just not ready for that yet," Rob said,
uncomfortably.

"Guess you haven't gotten to have any 'fun' yet then eh?  Just your right
hand eh?" Rob's grandfather said, sounding like he was breathing a little
heavier.

Rob blushed, and didn't know what to say.  As he thought about how to
answer, he glanced downward.  His eyes got big as he realized his
grandfather had an obvious lump in the crotch of his pants.

"If ya aren't having sex, ya do have fun with yourself?  Don't you Rob?"
his grandfather persisted, with a strange smile on his face.

"DAD!" Rob's uncle exclaimed, coming up behind them.

Rob's grandfather's face tinged pink.

"Can't a man have a word in private with his grandson?" he asked,
defensively.

"That depends on what the subject matter is!" John said, staring firmly
at his father, whose face reddened deeper.

"What's going on?" Rob's father asked, walking into the kitchen and
seeing the tension between his father and brother.

"I was just trying to get to know my grandson!" Joe sr. said.

John said, "You don't know him well enough to be getting that personal
yet!"

He looked at his brother pointedly.  Joe jr. looked at his brother a
moment, then, looked at his father and said in a mildly testy tone, "Can
I have a word with you outside please Dad?"

"Fine!" his father said, abruptly standing up and marching out the door.

Rob's father followed him.

                   *                           *                        *

Out in the driveway, Joe jr. reached for his father's arm and spun him
around.  He then proceeded to lecture him.

"I don't know exactly WHAT you were talking to my son about, but I have a
pretty good idea!  Don't you dare do anything to jeopardize my
relationship with him!  I expect you to keep your conversations with ALL
of my sons on a less mature and personal level than you've been doing
lately!  I know you've talked with Jason recently about masturbation.
Joshua overheard you and told me about it.  I ended up having to have
quite the discussion with him about it.  And, he said Jason didn't want
to talk to you about it, but you kept badgering him!  Obviously, you were
about to get into something of that nature with Rob now too!  What is
your problem?  My boys' sexuality is none of your business!  You are
forbidden to talk to my sons about anything of a sexual nature!  Is that
understood?"

"Perfectly!" Joe sr. said, wrenching his arm from his son's grasp and
stalking off angrily.

                   *                           *                        *

"You OK?" John asked his nephew.

"Yeah," Rob said, his face flushing lightly pink.

"Sorry about my father.  I don't know what gets into him, but sometimes
he takes things a bit far.  You don't have to talk to him about anything
you don't want to, OK?  If he tries to get you to, you can tell Joe, or
me.  We'll get him to lay off ya," John said.

"Thanks," Rob said, looking up at his uncle.  He wondered just how far
his grandfather would've pressed him for details about his sex life if
John hadn't walked in when he did.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then John said, "So... you
seemed a little surprised when Mike and I were introduced to you.  But,
you didn't seem to mind that you have a gay uncle.  Are you really OK
with it?"

Rob looked at his uncle.  John was scrutinizing him carefully for his
reaction.  Rob felt like John could see right through him, and into his
mind and soul.  He didn't want to admit to anyone yet that he was gay,
but he was certain that his uncle had already begun to realize he was, if
for no other reason than because of how nice he'd been during their
introduction.

The two eyed each other for a moment, then realizing he needed to reply,
Rob said, "Yeah, it's fine... um... a-are you OK with having a gay
nephew?"

John's eyes widened slightly for a moment, then went back to normal, and
a warm smile spread across his face.

"Absolutely!" he said, softly, as he reached his arm around Rob's
shoulders and hugged him.  "Mike and I wondered if maybe you were,
because of how nice you were to us.  I'm just surprised you admitted it
already!  Thanks for coming out to me!"

Rob smiled shyly and said, "I haven't told anyone yet but Sandy, and now
you.  Can you please not tell anyone else?  I-I don't want to ruin things
before I even get to know everyone!"

"No problem," John said, smiling.  "I don't think anyone in our side of
the family will have a problem with it though.  I know your dad won't.
He still loves me like he always did before he found out.  He's a great
brother, and a really good father from what I can see too.  Um... you
mind if I tell Mike though?"

Rob looked at John and said, "You can tell him, but ask him not to tell
anyone else.  OK?"

"Sure," John said, smiling.  "He'll keep quiet."

"So... you think my... Joe would be OK if he knew?" Rob asked.

"Yeah.  He's a good guy.  I know he'd be OK with it.  Besides, I think he
may be wondering.  He didn't expect you to be so 'OK' with me and Mike!"
John said.

"I was afraid of that," Rob said.

"Nothing to be afraid of.  He'll be fine.  And, you don't have to tell
him yet, if you don't want to.  But Rob... a piece of advice... I don't
think he'll ask you outright if you're gay, but if he does, don't lie to
him.  Your father hates it when someone lies to him!  Always tell him the
truth.  I promise if you do that, you'll always have his love and
respect, no matter how bad you think it'll be," John said.

Rob looked at his uncle a moment, and thought he saw a look of pain flash
across his face.

"Did you lie to him about being gay?" Rob asked.

John looked surprised by the question.  He just looked at Rob for a
minute.

Finally, he said, "Yeah, I did... at first.  I was afraid he'd hate me.
I was wrong though.

"What happened when he found out?" Rob asked.

Momentarily, John looked a little uncomfortable, but then he said, "a
short time after he asked me, and I told him I was straight, he walked in
on me and my boyfriend.  We were... well... you know.  Basically he
caught us with our pants down.  I'll never forget the look on his face.
He looked so upset.  I was certain I'd lost my brother forever."

John looked visibly shaken by the memory.

"but, everything's alright now, isn't it?" Rob asked, resting his hand on
his uncle's shoulder.

John smiled and seemed to relax again.

"Yeah," he said.  "My boyfriend ran home - terrified that Joe was gonna
rat us out, and his parents would find out.  Your father didn't tell
anyone though.  After Scott left, I went to Joe's room.  I was terrified,
but I knocked.  He didn't say anything, but opened the door so I could go
in.  He looked angry and hurt.  I didn't know what to say.  He just stood
there staring at me.  I broke down crying.  As I stood there sobbing and
apologizing, and promising him I'd change, something must've changed how
he was feeling.  The next thing I knew he had walked over to me and
wrapped his arms around me.  As upset as he was, he was holding me in his
arms.  He didn't say anything, just held me til I cried myself out.  When
he let go of me, he said, 'I don't care that you're queer.  I'm just
pissed that you lied to me about it!  Don't ever lie to me again!'  I
never have.  No matter how bad it was, and there've been a couple other
bad things he's interrogated me about - I haven't exactly been an angel -
But I never lied to him.  Oh... he's gotten angry with me about some of
the things I've done, but he's always loved me and done whatever he could
to help me and protect me.  And he's never made me feel uncomfortable
about being gay either.  He'll be the same with you!  Just remember to
always be honest with him."

"Wow!" Rob said, looking a little stunned.

"Yeah," John said, smiling.  "He's the best brother a guy could ask for.
I expect he's a pretty great father too!"

The two sat smiling at each other for a minute.

"So... you got a boyfriend?" John asked.

Rob smiled shyly, and nodded.

"Cool!" John said.  He looked curiously at Rob, then said, "Um... not to
come off sounding like my father, and you don't have to answer if you
don't want to... but... are you two 'active'... if you know what I mean?"

"You mean do we have sex?" Rob asked, softly.

"Yeah," John said, smiling.  "But... you don't have to answer if you
don't want to."

Rob grinned and said, "yeah, we do."

John grinned back and said "Cool!  Um... I know it can be hard to find
someone to talk to about things like that when you're gay... so... if you
need someone to talk to, you can talk to me - if you want to!"

"Thanks!" Rob said.

"You're welcome!" John said.  "By the way... do your parents know you're
gay?"

Rob's face clouded a little, as he nodded.

"Are they OK with it?" John asked, peering carefully at his nephew.

"Well... at first they weren't, but now they are - sort of.  We just try
not to talk about it really," Rob said.

"So... is that one of the rough times you mentioned that your Mr. Winslow
helped you out with?" John asked.

"Yeah," Rob said, smiling.  "He's a great guy!  Um... when my father
first found out... I kinda moved in with Greg and his foster son for a
while."

John furrowed his brow and looked at Rob.

"Who's this foster son?  Is he your boyfriend?" he asked.

"No!" Rob said.  "Although, at the time I wished he was.  He's hot!
He-he has a boyfriend of his own though?"

"Is Mr. Winslow gay?" John asked.

Rob hesitated.

"You don't have to answer that," John said.  "I guess if he is, he may've
asked you to not tell anyone.  I won't say anything."

"Thanks," Rob said, sounding relieved.

John smiled.

"So... how is it you came to move in with them?" John asked.  Suddenly he
looked slightly alarmed.  "Wait a minute!  Did your parents throw you
out?"

Rob squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, but finally realized it was
probably pretty obvious.

"Well, Mom didn't know what the problem was.  She wasn't involved," Rob
said.  He stopped for a second and his face flushed deep red, as he
continued, "Um... Dad went into my room looking for a tool I had left in
my jeans pocket.  When he was looking for my jeans he found a gay porn
mag, my tube of KY, and my...um... well... oh fuck - he found my dildo!"

John grinned slightly and mussed Rob's hair.

"Don't sweat it, I have several of those myself!" he said.

"You do?" Rob asked surprised.

"Sure!" John said, smiling, but tinging pink.

"Um... are you a bottom then?" Rob asked, blushing again.

Still blushing slightly, John smiled and nodded.

"Cool!" Rob said, grinning sheepishly.  "Um... I'm not really sure if I'm
a top or bottom yet, but I kinda think I like bottoming.

John smiled back at him.

"So... what'd your father do when he found that?" he asked, turning
serious again.

"Um... we got into a fight, and basically he threw me out," Rob said.

"WHAT?" John asked, suddenly looking angry.

"Chill Uncle John!  It's OK now!" Rob said, looking worried.

"He had no right to do that!" John said, clearly upset yet.

"I know.  He knows too," Rob said.  "Anyway, it's over now.  To make a
long story short, Greg let me stay with them for a while.  In the end he
fixed everything for us."

"Wow!" John said.  "He must be good.  How'd he manage that?"

"Well... a good friend of mine was killed in a car wreck while all this
was going on.  His family and our family were friends.  It was after Sean
died that my mother found out then what had happened.  Sean's death also
got my father thinking I guess.  I guess he realized a gay son was better
than no son at all.  And I guess Mom threatened to leave him if he didn't
fix things too.  Anyway, when he figured all that out, and decided he
wanted me back, Greg stepped in and lectured and threatened him, and all
kinds of things.  Anyway, I moved home, and he really has been trying
hard.  He says it's OK I'm gay, and seems to mean it, even though I can
tell he's still not really happy about it.  But he treats me nice and I
know he loves me," Rob said.

"Wow!  I'm sorry about your friend, but if it helped bring you and your
parents back together, I guess he didn't die for nothing," John said.
"Are you sure you're OK?  Do you want me to talk to him?"

"NO!" Rob cried.  "Everything's fine Uncle John!  Really!"

"How come you didn't try to move in with your boyfriend when you got
thrown out.  Is he still in the closet with his parents?" John asked.

"Yeah, he is, but... actually... he wasn't my boyfriend yet then.  In
fact he was best friends with Sean.  He was in the wreck, and was almost
killed too.  I didn't meet Cody till afterward.  We kinda got together to
talk about Sean, and... well... things happened," Rob said.

"Were Cody and Sean an item before the accident?" John asked.

"No!  But... they did mess around together a little I guess," Rob said.

"Did you and Sean mess around too?" John asked.

"Um.... well... not exactly.  When we were little... when I was just
going through puberty, we checked each other out a couple times.  You
know.  Measured to see who was bigger... Copped a feel of each other's
and gave a few pulls... but nothing serious.  I always kinda wished we'd
gone further, but we didn't," Rob said, sadly.

"I see.  Wow!  What a story!" John said.

"What story?" Joe asked, walking up behind Rob.

Rob spun around, surprised.  He hoped Joe hadn't heard anything he'd
said.

John smiled up at his brother and said, "You got quite the son here!
He's a keeper for sure!"

"I kinda figured that already!" Joe said.  "I mean... he does have my
genes after all!"

John started to laugh then.

"What's so funny?" Joe asked.

"Just remember you said that!" John said.

Joe looked at him perplexed, while Rob blushed and looked nervous.

"Well, how about you stop monopolizing my son, and let me have some time
with him?" Joe asked.

"Sure!" John said, grinning.  "He's a really great kid Joe!  He's got all
your good qualities.  He definitely does have your genes in that
respect!"

Rob blushed, as Joe grinned and hit his brother in the arm.

John got up and leaned over and whispered into Rob's ear, "Remember what
I said.  Be honest!"

John straightened up slightly and kissed Rob on the forehead, causing a
mildly surprised look to flash across Joe's face.

"We'll talk more later!" John said, smiling.  Then he turned and headed
to the dining room.

                    *                        *                       *

"How about we take a walk outside?" Joe asked Rob.

"OK," Rob said, feeling slightly nervous, but getting up to follow his
father.

Once outside, the two strolled to the back of the yard, and looked at the
flower beds Sandy's mother had planted and obviously meticulously cared
for.

"Before we say anything else, I want you to know that I'm sorry about
whatever my father was talking to you about.  I don't know what gets into
him sometimes, but you don't ever have to talk to him about anything you
don't feel comfortable discussing with him.  OK?" Joe asked.

"OK," Rob said, hoping his father would drop the subject.

Joe smiled at him.

"You and Johnny seemed to have hit it off well," he said.

Rob smiled, and said, "Yeah, he's great!"

"I'm glad you like him," Joe said, studying his son carefully.

Rob felt uncomfortable under his father's scrutiny.

Sensing this, Joe looked away and said, "I want you to know that when you
were born, your mother and I didn't really have a choice about keeping
you or putting you up for adoption.  We were really too young to have
kept you at the time.  Our parents all thought it was best if you were
put up for adoption, and they didn't give us much choice in the matter.
Quite honestly, I expect it probably was best for you, at least at that
time.  I don't know what else to say, except that I'm sorry for any
problems you might have had to go through, because we were too young to
keep you."

"Thanks!" Rob said.

"You've certainly turned out to be a fine young man.  Your mother's told
me what a wonderful guy you are.  I can tell my brother thinks the same.
And obviously, your mother's other son adores you already!" Joe said.  "I
hope that you get to know my other sons, Jason and Joshua, and that the
three of you get to have a good relationship together too.  And Rob... I
really hope that you'll want to get to know me, and have a relationship
with me too!  I know you have a father, and I don't want to get in the
way of your relationship with him, but I hope that there's room in your
life for me too, kind of as a second father."

Joe didn't look at Rob.  He was afraid to.  Instead, he looked at the
ground, poking a weed nervously with his toe.

"Wow!" Rob said, a little surprised by his father's speech.  "Uncle John
was right.  You are a really nice guy!  I definitely want to get to know
you  too!  Before today, I wasn't sure you'd want me in your life
though."

Joe looked up smiling.  His eyes looked moist again.

Rob gulped then, realizing he needed to be honest with his father, like
he had been with Sandy, if he wanted to have a true relationship with
him.  He prayed his Uncle had been right about how Joe would react.

Nervously, Rob looked down at the ground, and said, "before we go any
further though, there's something you need to know about me.  Something
that might change your mind."

Joe looked curiously at Rob.

"Nothing's going to change my mind about wanting to have you as a son,"
Joe said.

"Even if I'm like your brother?" Rob blurted, looking up at his father.

Joe's face registered surprise for a moment.  He'd wondered if Rob might
be gay, from the way he and Johnny had gotten on so well even though Rob
knew Johnny was gay.  He hadn't expected Rob to admit it to him though if
he was.  At least now so soon, or so bluntly.

When Rob saw the look of surprise on his father's face, he felt a wave of
dread wash over him, and he got a look of anguish on his face.  He was
certain John had been wrong, and that his father was about to turn on
him.  He suddenly felt sick to his stomach.

Joe saw the sudden pained look on his son's face, and was jolted out of
his shocked feeling.  Quickly he smiled and reached out and pulled Rob to
him into a hug.

"You're my son regardless of anything," He said.  "It doesn't matter to
me if you're straight or gay.  Johnny's gay and I love him.  If you're
gay too, I'll love you too!  I'm just surprised you admitted it to me -
that's all!  So yes Rob, even if you're like my brother, I want you in my
life, as my son!"

Rob couldn't answer his father, because he was too choked up with tears.
All he could do was bury his face against his father's neck, and stand
shaking  as tears of pain, relief, and happiness streamed from his eyes.
As he stood hanging onto his father, sobbing, Joe wrapped his arms warmly
and protectively around his son, and he wept quietly along with him, as
he stroked his back soothingly.

Across the yard, Howard had stepped outside for a moment's solitude.  He
flinched as he looked across the yard and saw his son wrapped in his
birth father's embrace, both of them crying.  Feeling sick to his
stomach, Howard spun on his heel and walked toward the street.

Back in the garden, Rob and his father parted, and wiped their eyes.

Rob asked his father "So, you really don't care if I'm gay?"

"Well, I do care," Joe said.  "But only because I know that being gay is
more difficult to live with than being straight.  A lot of people hate
gay people.  I don't want you to be hated.  Also, it's a little more
dangerous to be gay, because of AIDS, and gay bashing and other things.
I just want you to be happy and healthy and safe!  And I'll do whatever I
can to help you achieve that!"

"You really are great!" Rob said, snuffling and smiling.

Joe chuckled and said, "You've been listening to your uncle too much!"

"Well, he's right!" Rob said.

"Whatever," Joe said. "The important thing for you to know is I care
about you regardless of your orientation.  And that you know I'm always
here for you!  And... if you have any questions I can't answer, you're in
luck.  I'm sure Johnny'll be willing to help us figure it out!"

Rob grinned and said, "I never dreamed my birth family was going to be so
wonderful!"

Joe smiled back.

"We're not perfect," He said.  "But we're not bad!"

                     *                     *                         *

A little while later, Rob went into the dining room and was finally able
to grab a plate of food.  His cousin Kevin was getting another plate of
food too.  Once they each had what they wanted, they went out on the
front porch and sat down to eat together.

They had a nice conversation, about school, skateboarding, gaming, and
their hair of course.  Rob explained in detail how he managed to achieve
the spikey look so well, and told Kevin exactly what gel to get.  He said
he'd get it and try to duplicate Rob's look.

The two exchanged e-mail addresses, and IM screen names, so they could
talk on-line in the future as well.

By the time they'd finished eating, and were contemplating going back for
dessert, Justin had managed to track Rob down.  He'd been looking for him
all through the house and out in the backyard, and the front porch was
the last place he looked for him.

"Thank God!" he exclaimed, plopping down next to Rob.  "I couldn't find
you anywhere!"

Rob and Kevin chuckled.

"I'll leave you two to converse a bit.  I'm going for some brownies,"
Kevin said.

"OK, Catch ya later!" Rob said.

They bumped fists and Kevin headed into the house.

"So!" Rob said, turning his attention to Justin.  "What'd you want Short
stuff?"

"HEY!  I'm not that short!" Justin cried indignantly.

"Compared to me you are!" Rob said, grinning.

He grabbed Justin and pulled him onto his lap and began tickling him all
over, sending the boy into raucus fits of giggles.

               *                        *                         *

"You trying to kill that boy?" Rob's Uncle John asked, chuckling, as he
and his boyfriend Mike came around the front corner of the house from the
back yard.

"We were just discussing his height!" Rob said, laughing.

"He says I'm short!" Justin cried, feigning indignance.

John and Mike laughed.

"Well, you won't always be," Mike said, grinning.  "And he better
remember that once you're a little bigger, you'll be able to go after him
and tickle him when he's not looking!"

"Oh thanks for pointing that out to him!" Rob said, smiling.

"Hey!  I saw you talking to your Dad.  How'd it go?" John asked quietly.

Rob smiled and said, "Great!  And Um... I told him what I told you."

"Really?" John asked, raising his eyebrows a little.  "How'd he take it?"

"He was fine with it.  Just like you said," Rob said, grinning.

"Told you so!" John grinned back at him.  "I'm glad!"

"Me too!" Rob said.

"Who're you talking about?  And what's he fine with?" Justin piped up,
squirming to crawl off Rob's lap.

"None of your bees wax little man!" Rob said, as he grinned evily and
began tickling his little brother again.

"STOP!" Justin squawked, just before he broke into another fit of
giggling.

John grinned at Rob and said, "Don't overdo it, or he might pee his
pants!"

"And he's laying on your lap!" Mike said, grinning and looking pointedly
at Rob.

"Oh shit!" Rob said, stopping suddenly, and looking horrified at the
prospect.

The men laughed and walked up the stairs into the house, leaving Rob
looking worriedly down at Justin who was still sprawled across his lap,
giggling a little yet.

"You wouldn't pee on me would you?" Rob asked looking seriously down at
Justin.

Grinning maniacally Justin said, "Tickle me again like that, and I
might!"

Rob grinned back at him.  Quickly he grabbed the boy and pulled him off
his lap, pushing him down on the porch floor.

"Ha!  Now you're not sitting on me anymore!  Guess we don't have to worry
about that anymore!  Now I can tickle you all I want!" he said, leering
at Justin.

"NO!" the boy cried, looking up at Rob, not certain how serious he was.

Rob chuckled and gave Justin a couple quick jabs in the ribs, causing a
burst of giggles from the boy.  Then he stopped and pulled Justin up and
sat him down next to him.

"OK.  Enough for now!  Just remember!  I have all the power here!  If I
wanted to I could tickle you all I want!" he said, looking down at Justin
threateningly, but with a slight smile on his lips.

Justin grinned and said, "Well mommy says 'payback's a -'"

"JUSTIN!" Sandy yelped, cutting the boy off.

Rob burst out laughing.

"I wasn't gonna say what you say Mom!" Justin complained.

"What were you going to say?" Rob asked, still snickering.

Justin tinged pink, and said, "I was going to say 'a word I'm not allowed
to say that starts with a 'B'!'"

Rob laughed and said "OK, I get your point.  Don't sweat it.  I'm not
gonna terrorize you!  Although, I reserve a big brother's right to tickle
you a little bit every so often.  OK?"

Justin smiled and said, "Oh OK.  I suppose!"

"OK then little man! I got other people to visit with yet," Rob said,
standing up.

"OK, but will you play with me again after?" Justin asked, getting up
too.

"Sure," Rob grinned.

"Cool!" Justin grinned.  He turned and ran off then.

"He sure adores you!" Sandy said, smiling at Rob.

"The feeling's mutual," Rob said, grinning back at her.

                   *                     *                     *

John and Mike walked into the kitchen, while I was out there getting
myself a bottle of Heineken.

"Oh!  That looks good!  Can you grab two more?" Mike said, nodding at the
bottle of beer in my hand.

"Sure," I smiled.

I reached back into the refrigerator and grabbed two more cold bottles.

"Join us?" John asked, indicating a third empty chair, as he and Mike sat
down at the far end of the kitchen table, which was clear.

"Sure," I said, grabbing the bottle opener off the counter.

I walked over and sat down with the two of them.  I opened my bottle of
beer and passed the opener to Mike who was seated at my right.  He opened
his and passed the opener to John.

"Cheers!" John said, holding his bottle aloft.

"Cheers!" Mike and I replied clinking our bottles together with John's.

"So... Rob tells us you're a really great guy!" John said, smiling warmly
at me.

I blushed and smiled, "Well... I'd like to think I am."

"Seriously, he told us how much you helped him out when he came out to
his adoptive parents," John said, keeping his voice low, so people in the
next room didn't hear.

"He told you that huh?" I said.

"Yeah... um..." John looked around, and lowered his voice even more.  "He
told us you're gay too."

I raised my eyebrows slightly and said, "he told you that too huh?"

John studied my face for a moment, then said, "don't be mad at him.  He
told us he wasn't supposed to tell.  It kind of slipped out.  We told him
we wouldn't tell anyone, and we won't."

"OK," I said, smiling slightly.

"Anyway, I wanted to thank you for everything you've done for Rob," John
said.

"Yeah," Mike said.  "If it hadn't been for you, God knows what would've
happened to him."

I looked at Mike for a moment.

"I know a guy who was thrown out by his parents for being gay.  He was 16
at the time, and - and it wasn't easy for him!" Mike said, a haunted look
clouding his eyes.  He abruptly looked down at his beer.

I glanced back at John.  He nodded slightly in Mike's direction.

Smiling wrly, I put a hand on Mike's arm and said, "I wish someone had
been there for you, like I was for Rob."

Mike looked up at me surprised, then saw John looking sadly at him, and
realized he must've let me know he'd been talking about himself.

"Thanks!  It turned out OK for me though!  And luckily, Rob had you, so
he's OK too," Mike said, forcing a smile.

I looked at Mike and smiled sadly back at him.

"So... Rob tells us you have a foster son?  Was he in a similar situation
to Rob?" John asked.

"Yeah.  His name's Simon.  He's Rob's age.  He's a great kid too!  And
yes, his situation is similar to Rob's, in some ways.  Unfortunately,
there was  abuse by his step-father in Simon's case as well," I said.
"It got so bad that Simon left home, and lived on the streets.  I don't
want to get into all the details, but he happened to be a student of mine
and suffice that I watched him enough that I figured out what was going
on with him, and remembered seeing him at the deserted baseball field
across from my apartment complex a lot.  I'd wondered what he was doing
there, til one night the principal and school resource officer came to me
and asked me what I might know about the boy.  He'd been absent that day,
and when they called his mother, she said he hadn't lived at home in
weeks.  Suddenly everything I'd noticed about him clicked.  He had no
money.  He never had any food, and was always hungry.  He was always
using the school locker room to shower.  He always had the same jeans on,
and only seemed to have 2 or 3 T-shirts.  Then I realized why I'd seen
him at the ball field all the time.  It was a cold outside, and was
supposed to get much colder that night.  I knew he had to be out in the
cold.  I was right.  I found him in one of the dugouts.  He'd been
sleeping there each night.  Anyway, I brought him home with me.  The
school administrators called in social services.  Since I was qualified
as a foster parent in the state already, I asked if they'd let him live
with me.  They agreed.  It didn't take long for me to realize what a
special guy Simon was.  You'll see when you meet him someday.  Anyway, I
spoke with a lawyer and a couple of officials, and everyone agreed to
help me with a plan I'd devised.  Basically, I 'offered' to become
Simon's permanent legal guardian.  After some discussion about various
potential situations that could arise, they saw the merit in signing over
his custody to me.  So he's lived with me ever since."

"Way to go!" John said, grinning at me.  "You used the asshole's abuse as
a threat didn't you?"

I grinned, but didn't say anything.

"Wow!" Mike said.  "I sure wish I'd had a guy like you around when I was
16!"
"I wish you did too Mike!" I said.

"Well... the important thing is, Simon turned out OK, you did too Mike,
and our nephew is OK too!" John said.  "Here's to survival of the nicest
guys!"

John held his bottle up again.  Mike and I both smiled and we all clinked
bottles again, then each took a long swig of beer.

The three of us sat talking for a while after that, until our beer was
gone.  Then we decided we'd best socialize a bit with the others before
we ran out of time.  As we got up, John impulsively reached over and gave
me a warm hug, and thanked me again for everything I'd done to help Rob
out.  When we parted, I noticed Mike was looking a little uncertainly at
me, so I pulled him into a hug, and told him I was glad to have met him.
As we parted, the two of them were smiling warmly at me.  The told me
they hoped we could get together sometime, just the three of us, or four
of us, if I happened to have a boyfriend.  I asked them where they lived,
and discovered they lived only about an hour away from us.

"Rob'll like it that you live close enough for you guys to all visit back
and forth, and I expect we can visit each other easily too!" I said.

"Cool!" they said in unison.

We all grinned at each other.

After we'd exchanged addresses, phone numbers, and e-mail addresses, I
excused myself, as I had to use the rest room, and we split up.

              *                        *                       *

After a few hours Rob had spoken separately with almost all of his
relatives. He'd been eager to talk with his father's other two sons, and
had managed to spend a few minutes with Joshua, the younger of the two,
but he hadn't caught up with Jason yet.  He'd seen Jason, who was 12 -
going on 13, across the room a few times.  Each time, Rob noticed him,
Jason appeared to have been quietly observing him.  When Rob smiled at
him, Jason would blush and quickly look away.

Eventually, as Rob walked out into the kitchen in search of a glass of
milk to go with a huge piece of thickly frosted chocolate cake his
grandmother had just plopped onto a plate and handed to him, he saw the
boy sitting alone outside on the steps leading off the back porch.
Smiling, he quickly grabbed a couple glasses from a cupboard next to the
sink, filled them with ice cold milk from a container in the
refrigerator, and found another fork and plate.  He cut his piece of cake
in two, setting half on the extra plate.  Then, he put the plates of
cake, and glasses of milk on a tray that was sitting on top of the
microwave, and headed out onto the porch.

"Hey!" Rob said, smiling.  "You're hard to catch up with!  Where you been
hiding?  I hoped we'd get a chance to talk before one of us had to
leave.  Glad I found you!  Oh - I got us a snack too!"

Jason, looked surprised, when Rob sat down next to him, putting the tray
between them.  He smiled nervously, then blushed and quickly looked away,
as if something else had caught his eye.

Jason was by nature a shy, introverted boy.  Over the past year though,
he'd discovered something about himself that had made him withdraw even
more than usual from interacting with other people.

During the past school year, Jason had gone through puberty, and his body
had matured.  He liked what was happening to himself, and spent most
every evening after he went to bed exploring his body, which he
discovered to be a great source of pleasure.

As he was maturing, and learning about his own body, Jason had
predictably developed a curiosity about other boys' bodies as well.  He
didn't realize for a while that whenever he saw another boy, he
autmatically looked down at his crotch and wondered if he too had started
to get bigger and grow hair.

Shortly after the school year began, the gym teacher had insisted that
all the boys begin showering after working out.  Jason instantly became
excited when he heard this, realizing he was going to get to see all his
friends naked.  At the same time though, something unexpected happened
that had upset him greatly.  He'd gotten a hardon.  From that moment on,
Jason began to wonder if something was wrong with him.  He began to worry
that he was too curious about other boys' bodies.  He what it meant if
this was true.  As a result he soon began to wonder if he might be gay.

Jason couldn't fight his urges though, and soon realized he was indeed
more curious about his friends' bodies, than they seemed to be about each
other.  He also noticed that whenever he did get together with his
friends, their attention was always drawn like a magnet to any girl in
the vacinity, while he usually never even noticed them.  To make matters
worse, when the other boys pointed the girl out to him, he didn't find
her interesting in the least.  Of course, Jason was savvy enough not to
let the guys know this, and acted as though he was just as excited as
they were.  Inside though, he took a mental blow each time this
happened.  And, as the other boys watched the girls, Jason surretitiously
glanced at their crotches.  More often than not he noticed their pants
tenting from obvious boners they'd developed.  Usually Jason developed a
hardon as well, but his was due to the bulges he saw in his friends'
crotches, and not the girls they were looking at.

Each night during this period in his life, as Jason lay in bed playing
with his penis, his mind drifted not to girls, but to images of his male
friends, naked in the locker room, or to images of their bulging crotches
as they watched a cute girl walk by.  It disgusted him that it was
thoughts like this that aroused him, but he was always too horny to care
what it was that was exciting him.  All he cared about was having an
orgasm and getting some relief from his built up sexual tension.  So, as
he manipulated his boner, pleasuring himself, it was fantasies he
developed about his friends laying in bed doing the same thing that
caused Jason's level of arousal to heighten, and imagined images of them
in the throes of their own masturbatory orgasms that eventually caused
Jason to finally explode, spraying his own chest and belly with cum.

Afterward, once the warmth and good feelings he'd experienced during and
immediately after his orgasm had waned, Jason's mood would change from
relaxed happiness back to disgust with himself, and eventually despair.
Tears would well in his eyes, and often he would end up crying himself to
sleep with the knowledge that he was indeed gay, and doomed to be
ridiculed for the rest of his existence because of it.  He felt all
alone, and worthless.

Once several months had gone by since Jason first realized he was gay,
the feelings of anger and disgust he had for himself became tempered, and
he forced them to the back of his mind.  Outwardly, he continued to
project an image of being a straight boy, while inside his mind, he gave
in and allowed himself to think freely about his desires and urges.  He
became a little devious and developed more cunning and surreptitious ways
to watch his friends in the locker room and at other times, so that he
quenched his desires to look at their bodies.  He also allowed himself to
cautiously watch other boys and young men whenever he went in public,
watched TV, or read magazines.  While he was far from happy with himself
for being gay, he learned to live with the fact that he was, and to
satisfy his curiosity and urges as much as possible, while remaining
completely closeted.  As time went by though, Jason was finding it harder
and harder to supress his desires to do more than just look at cute guys,
and later masturbate over the memory of how gorgeous they were.  As his
body became more physically mature, he began to crave physical contact
with them as well.  Of course, he couldn't actually follow through on his
desires, which in turn caused him to begin spending even more time in his
bedroom or the bathroom, satisfying himself as best he could.

From the moment Jason first laid eyes on his new older half-brother, he
had been enamored with him.  Jason thought Rob was one of the best
looking guys he'd ever seen.  He liked Rob's spikey blond hair very much,
and his tall,  lanky, darkly tanned body was gorgeously sexy.  What drew
Jason's attention the most though was Rob's eyes.  Jason had never seen
such beautiful eyes on any other guy before, and he couldn't stop looking
at them, except of course for his now habitual glances downward, as he
wondered what Rob looked like naked.  Each time he looked at Rob's
crotch, although he didn't appear to have a hardon, Jason noticed the
outline of Rob's cock bulging slightly against the fabric of his pants.

"He must have a really big one!" Jason thought, as he felt his own dick
begin to expand a little.  "Christ I hope I don't get a hardon!"

"Help yourself," Rob said, picking up a plate of cake and a fork.

"Thanks!" Jason said, staring at Rob, but picking up the other plate and
taking a bite of cake.  He forced himself to look away from his brother,
as he felt his cock stirring.

"Mmmm!" Rob said.  "Good cake!  Wonder who made it?"

Jason swallowed a lump of cake and said "My mom did."

"Oh!  Well, she makes great cake!" Rob said.

"Unh ha!" Jason grunted, as he chewed another mouthful.  He glanced
sideways at Rob again and thought to himself that even chewing a mouthful
of food Rob looked incredibly cute.

"Fuck!" Jason thought, as he felt his dick beginning to harden a little.

"So... What's your story?" Rob asked.

Jason swallowed the cake in his mouth, and looked at Rob
self-consciously.  Rob was staring right at him.  Jason felt his penis
suddenly wilt and return to normal.

"Shit!  He knows I've been looking at him!" Jason thought with horror.

Scared, and trying to think of an explanation for why he'd been watching
Rob, Jason looked uncertainly at him.  He relaxed slightly when he
noticed that Rob seemed to be casually munching on a piece of cake,
unconcerned about anything.  Maybe he didn't mean anything by his
question afterall.

Blushing Jason said, "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Like... where do you go to school?  What's your favorite subject?  What
kind of things do you like to do when you're not in school?  All that
kind of stuff," Rob said, forking some more cake into his mouth.

"Oh!" Jason said, feeling greatly relieved.

He sat for a moment looking at Rob yet, trying to gather his thoughts,
then he said, "Well... there's not that much to tell... I go to
Washington Middle School.  I'm gonna be in 8th grade this year.  I guess
I like History best.  Math sucks!  And... I don't know... I guess gaming
is what I like to do best."

"I see!" Rob said, chuckling a little.  "Sounds like we're a little
alike.  History's one of my easier subjects, and I suck at math too!"

Rob smiled at Jason, who smiled shyly back at him.  As Rob stuffed
another piece of cake in his mouth, Jason's gaze dropped back to Rob's
crotch.  The outline of Rob's cock looked slightly more pronounced than
it had a minute ago.  Instantly, Jason felt his own dick beginning to
grow again.

"Damn!" he thought to himself, as his penis continued enlarging.  He
wished he hadn't worn silk shorts!

"So -" Rob said, stopping abruptly.

As he looked back at Jason, Rob noticed Jason was looking away and he'd
quickly sneaked a peak at Rob's crotch.  He was surprised to see that the
boy was rapidly developing a hardon, and that it was obvious due to the
thin shorts he was wearing.  Smiling to himself, he looked up and
followed Jason's gaze to see who or what it was that was causing his
arousal.  He was surprised when he followed Rob's gaze and it fell on his
grandmother and Aunt Stacy, who were standing across the yard, looking
over a flowerbed.

Rob glanced back at Jason, and saw that the boy's face was flushed.  A
quick glance down revealed an even larger tent in Jason's shorts now.  As
Rob looked up, Jason turned to look at him.  He realized that Rob had
noticed his problem, and his face darkened severely.

Rob snickered quietly and said softly, "Relax!  I get 'em all the time
too."

Poor Jason was beside himself.  He was looking down at his plate.  His
face was positively maroon.  The only good thing was that his
embarrassment at getting caught with a boner had caused it to instantly
vanish again.

"It's OK.  Really!  We're guys!  Hardons happen!  A lot!" Rob said,
smiling at Jason, even though Jason wouldn't look up.

Rob's smile turned into a teasing grin and he continued, "One question
though... You've got the hots for my Aunt Stacy???"

"What?" Jason asked, turning to look at Rob with a confused look.

Rob studied Jason a moment.  Was it possible that's not why Jason was
hard?

"Um... your boner..." Rob said.  "I thought it was because you were
looking at my Aunt Stacy.  I mean she's OK looking, but... she's a bit
too old for you!  Unless of course it's my Grandmother you think is hot!"

Jason looked confused yet, as he processed what Rob had said.

"That's not what -" Jason began, but paused.  He suddenly realized that
Rob thought his boner was because of a girl.  Relieved, he quickly
continued, "Well your aunt is kind of nice... can we please not discuss
this?  It's kind of embarrassing!"

"Sure!" Rob said, smiling at Jason.

He realized that Jason was about to tell him that he didn't have an
erection over Stacy.  He wondered what had caused it then.  He didn't
bother to consider it anymore, realizing it could've been because of any
number of things.  He also realized the boy was more embarrassed than he
had thought he was.

"Piece of advice though, then I'll drop it," Rob said, to end the
conversation.  "You might want to rethink the style shorts you wear from
now on, and try something made of thicker material!  Then when you get
excited, it won't be so obvious!  Luckily, this time it was just me, and
we're brothers, so everything's OK!  Alright?"

Jason glanced quickly up at Rob.  He was still very embarrassed, but
realized Rob was trying to minimize the event, so he smiled weakly and
nodded.

"Umm... thanks," He said softly.

"Sure!" Rob said, reaching over and rubbing his back.  "What're brothers
for?"

The two finished their cake in silence, and each downed their glass of
milk all at once afterward.  As they sat quietly looking out over the
lawn, Rob asked Jason what kind of video games he liked.  The younger boy
brightened a bit and began telling Rob about the games he liked best.
The two then fell into a more relaxed, friendly conversation about
something they both had in common.

                 *                      *                        *

"It's been six hours!" Howie whispered to Linda.  "Do you think we might
get going sometime soon?"

I happened to be sitting on the couch next to Linda, and overheard
Howie's plea.

"Let me be the bad guy and suggest we leave!" I said, standing up.  "Then
nobody can say you tried to cut their time short!"

"Thanks!" Linda and Howie both said, smiling appreciatively at me.

I wandered off then to look for Rob.  The rest of the house seemed a
little emptier than it should have been given the number of people who
were there, and I didn't see Rob anywhere, so I headed out to the
backyard to see if he was out there with some of them.  My instincts
proved correct.  Rob, Sandy, her kids, and Joe and his immediate family
were all out by the garden.  They were all taking pictures of various
groupings of their family.

"That'll be a nice one!" I said, walking up behind Sandy as she snapped a
photo of Rob, Justin, and Lindsay.

"Oh, I hope so!" she said, smiling.

"Listen," I said.  "I hate to be the bad guy and break things up, but
we've been here quite a while now, and have a long car ride home yet..."

The smiles waned from everyone's faces, as I trailed off.

"I figured we were going to have to leave soon," Rob said.  "I'm
surprised Dad wasn't the first one to bring it up."

"Well, I'm sure he'd probably like to get going too," I said.  "It's been
a long day.  So... let's think about leaving soon, OK?"

Rob sighed and said, "OK."

"You guys want me to take a picture of all of you together?" I asked.

"OH!" Sandy said.  "That'd be great!  In fact... let's get everyone out
here and take a whole group shot!  Justin!  Would you run inside and
NICELY ask everyone to come out back for some pictures before Rob and his
family have to leave?"

"OK!" Justin said, and he scampered off toward the house.

"I wish I had a timer on my camera, so you could jump into the photo too
Greg!" Sandy said.

"Mine's got one Babe," Joe said.

Diana's head snapped around and she looked at her husband surprised when
he called Sandy 'Babe'.

"you haven't called me that in a while!" Sandy said, a little surprised
herself.

Joe blushed when he realized everyone was looking at him.  They all wore
expressions of surprise.  I noticed Rob was smirking to himself though.

"Old habits really do die hard I guess," he said, blushing darker and
smiling stupidly with embarrassment.

Everyone smiled or gave a chuckle, except for Diana, whose eyes appeared
to smolder a little, and her boys.  Joshua hadn't really been paying
attention.  Jason on the other hand looked worried.

People started to trickle out the back door of the house then, led by
Justin.  Soon, everyone was gathered in front of Mrs. Hollingsworth's
flower garden.  I took a few photos of everyone with several people's
cameras.  Then Joe stepped out of the group, and told me to join them.
He set up his camera and set the timer.  Then he jumped back just in time
to be in the picture.

When we were finished, Rob asked me if I'd take one more picture with his
camera.  I smiled and told him I would.

"I want a shot of just me with both sets of my parents," He said,
blushing slightly.

"Cool!" I said.

He gathered Linda & Howard, and Joe & Sandy together and stood between
them.  Linda and Howie both looked a little uncomfortable at first.  Joe
looked a little guilty when he saw his wife staring accusingly at him as
Sandy wrapped her arm around his waist.  Rob was grinning happily
though.  I waited for a minute and told them a couple times to smile.
Only Rob and Sandy seemed genuinely happy though, so I cracked a joke,
and everyone laughed.  As they finished laughing, all five of them were
smiling happily, so I quickly snapped a couple shots.

"OK!  Are we done with the pictures?" Howie asked afterward.

"I know.  We're going," Rob said, suddenly sounding subdued, but resigned
to the fact that the visit was ending.

Everyone began moving closer to Rob then.  They all asked when they'd see
him again, and invited him to come visit again soon.  I noticed that
although Rob was smiling widely, his eyes looked watery.  He started
looking around then.  He stopped when his eyes fell on Justin.  The boy
was standing off to the side, leaning against his grandmother.  He was
shaking a little and tears were streaming down his cheeks.

"Oh great!" Rob called, ruefully to Justin, and beginning to rub his
eyes.  "I hoped you'd keep me from getting all weepy.  What're doing
man?"

Justin snuffled and rubbed his eyes, then darted from his grandmother's
side to Rob, and threw his arms around him.

Sniffling, Rob smiled, and pushed him off.  He squatted down and looked
at Justin.

"Hey!  Come on!  We gotta try not to be sad Little Man!" Rob said
quietly.

"But I don't want you to go!" Justin burst out, and he started crying
harder.

A tear broke from Rob's right eye then.

"I know.  I'm gonna miss you too!" he said.  He reached out, wrapping his
arms around Justin and pulled him toward him.

Justin wrapped his arms tightly around Rob.  Rob readjusted his hold on
the boy, then scooped him up and stood up holding him in his arms.
Justin wrapped his legs around Rob's waist and buried his face against
Rob's chest and began weeping harder, as everyone looked on smiling
understandingly.

"I don't wanta leave you either Little Man!" Rob said, fighting back his
own tears.  "I have to go home now though.  I'll come back soon though."

Rob turned his head and kissed Justin tenderly on the cheek.  Justin
nuzzled into the crook of Rob's neck more securely and squeezed his arms
a little tighter around him.

"I know we've all just met," Rob said, then to everyone.  "But I know I
already love you all, and feel like you're really my family.  Thank you
so much for meeting me, and yes, I'd love to come visit again, and get to
know all of you even better!"

As Rob spoke, I noticed that Linda and Howie both looked nearly sick with
sadness.  Rob noticed too.  He whispered something to Justin, who put his
legs down and crawled out of Rob's arms.  Rob smiled and winked at him.
Sadly, he stepped over to lean again Sandy, who rested her hands on his
shoulders.

Rob moved over to his parents then.  He put an arm around each of them
and drew them towar him.

I could just hear him saying in a low tone, "Please don't feel sad about
this.  I told you before I love you.  You've always been my parents all
my life, and you always will be - no matter how close I get to anyone
else."

Linda's eyes filled with tears.  And, even Howie seemed choked up.

Sandy's stepped forward then and said, "Rob, we have no intention of
excluding your parents.  Just as you're a part of our family now, so are
they!  They're always invited to come along with you on any of your
visits to us, or to any of our family gatherings."

"Your Grandma's right Rob," Sandy said.  "In my heart, I consider myself
your mom, and that's how I'll always feel.  But, I know I gave up the
right to be your mom, when I gave you up.  Even though I didn't really
want to give you up, I had no choice, and it was what was best for you.
I do realize Rob that Linda and Howie are truly your parents, because
they're the people who raised you.  I just hope there's room in your life
for a kind of a second mother too.  I just want you to always be a part
of mine, and my family's lives too."

"We feel the same way Sandy and her family do too Rob," Joe said.

With tears in her eyes, Linda looked at everyone and said, "Thank you all
so much!  It means a lot to us!"

She pulled Rob closer to her then and whispered "go give your second
family a bunch of hugs now."

She smiled and gave Rob a little push foward.  Rob's eyes got watery
again, but he managed to make the rounds giving everyone a warm embrace,
and saying good-bye, with promises to visit again soon.

Sandy, Joe, and their parents all stepped over and spoke for a moment
with Linda and Howie, while Rob made his rounds.

John and Mike walked over to me and we exchanged good-bye hugs, with
promises to get together as well.

Just as we were going to get into the car Rob reached out and pulled
Justin over to him again.  He squatted down and pulled Justin into a hug,
and whispered softly into the boy's ear for a couple minutes.  When they
parted, each of them was smiling, and Justin appeared a little happier.

"Be good Little Man!  I'll see you soon!" Rob said, smiling and winking
at him.

"OK," Justin said, smiling back at him.

We all said a final good-bye to everyone, then we got into the car, and
left.  Rob leaned out the window waving at everyone as we drove down the
street, and they stood waving to us, until we'd rounded a corner, heading
back to the interstate.

"Wow!" Rob said, settling back into his seat and pushing the button to
raise the window.  "I can't believe what a big family I have!"

I grinned and said, "There certainly are a lot of them.  And they all
seem very nice, and they all seemed to like you very much - especially
that little Justin!  He's sure head over heels about you being his big
brother!"

Rob chuckled and said, "yeah, he's a great little guy isn't he?"

I grinned and nodded.

Rob and I talked most of the way home about his new family.  Occasionally
Rob tried to pull Linda and Howie into the conversation, but for the most
part, they remained quiet, as we drove home.

                   *                         *                        *

"OHhhh!" Simon gasped, as his body spasmed and he spewed a glob of cum
all over his belly.

Ethan groaned loudly, as he tensed up and fired his own load of jism into
Simon's bowels.

The two were on the couch in our living room.  Simon was on his back,
with his legs slung up over Ethan's shoulders, and Ethan was plowing his
cock in and out of his asshole.

"Mmmmmmmm!" Simon moaned, as more semen shot out of his dick.

"Awwwwww!" Ethan groaned, as flooded Simon's insides again.

Ethan kept pounding his dick in and out of Simon, and the two moaned and
grunted every couple of seconds, as their orgasms continued.

After a minute, Ethan slowed his pace down.  He gave a final shudder and
felt a little more cum ooze from his cock into Simon's rectum.  Gently he
lowered his body down fully on top of Simon's, shoving his softening dick
completely into Simon.

"Man!  What's that?  Number 12?" Simon asked, grinning.

"I don't know.  I lost track after my 8th orgasm!" Ethan said, smiling
down at Simon and giving him a peck on the lips.  "How's your asshole?
Isn't it getting sore by now?"

Simon chuckled and said, "I suppose.  Your dick must be raw by now too!"

"Not quite, but maybe we should give it a rest!" Ethan said.  "I'm
getting a little tired!"

"Yeah, me too!" Simon agreed.  "We better shower soon.  Greg's bound to
come home anytime now!"

"Yeah," Ethan said.

"I'm glad we decided to call in sick to work today though!" Simon said,
smiling.  "I never spent a whole day doing nothing but laying around
having sex!  This was Excellent!"

"It sure was," Ethan grinned, kissing Simon again.

Simon responded to Ethan's kiss then, and the two fell into a long French
kiss.

When they finally parted Simon looked up at Ethan and said, "I love you
Eeth!  I hope we're always like this!"

"Me too!" Ethan grinned, wrapping his arms around Simon and giving him a
bear hug.

"OH! Not so hard!" Simon gasped in complaint.

Ethan chuckled and said, "OK, c'mon - let's go shower before Greg gets
home!  Maybe we can try for number 13 in the shower!"

"13 is an unlucky number - we do that we have to go for 14 afterward!"
Simon said.

"No problem!  It's not too late yet, and I'm spending the night!" Ethan
said grinning, as he climbed off Simon.

"Cool!" Simon grinned, getting up.

The two headed for the bathroom then...

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