Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 10:26:55 -0700
From: Dave <outinwest@gmail.com>
Subject: The Society Boys part 145

The Society Boys
By Connor Matthews


Chapter 145

Despite the Troy and `Marvin's' news I basically slept ok but it was
weighing heavily on me.  Of course once the morning got under way it was
the usual hustle to get everyone out.  Jason and Alex were struggling with
the twins as they tried to shuffle their schedules around the new additions
to the family.  The twins liked to do things at their own speed and in
their own way, which was sometimes hard to adapt to.  It was sometimes
easier to get a deaf drunk person to do what you wanted than three year
olds.

We arrived on campus and saw Tripp and Dickson heading towards us.
"Morning, guys.  Ready for another week of learning to become leaders of
the free world?" Tripp said.

"Oh, is that what we're doing?" I laughed.  "I just joined to find out how
to use psychology to get guys into bed faster," I smiled.  Kyle looked at
me with a raised eyebrow.  I suppose that knowing me like he did it
probably didn't sound as farfetched as I meant it.  We hung out for a bit
before Kyle headed over to his building to increase his knowledge of air
current and flight speed thingys.  The rest of us headed inside to learn
how the mind worked.  If someone could figure out my mind, they'd make a
fortune, I'm sure.  Lie down and tell me how I feel about that?  Yep, I'm
gonna make a great Dr. Phil.  Tripp was his usual happy outgoing self and
took the opportunity to grope Dickson as we walked to class.  Dickson moved
his hand off him without saying anything, but gave a small smile.  I'll bet
if I tried that I'd get slammed against the wall, punched until I was
unconscious and then he'd really get to work on teaching me a lesson.
Tripp just got a hand removed and partial smile.  What was it about me that
Dickson didn't like?  I'm calling in the FBI's profilers on this.  Are they
allowed to operate in Canada?  Wait, I'm learning to be a psychologist,
maybe I could just find out for myself.  In my head it was easy.  Just ask
him.  `Dickson, why don't you like me?'  When he gave me the answer, I'd
try to convince him by suggesting that an hour of sex with me would change
his mind.  Yep, I'm gonna be good at that this mind fuck stuff.  As we
headed down the long hallway to our respective classes I was in the lead
talking to them about general nothingness.  I turned to ask them a question
and they were both gone.  WTF?  Since when did I become the third wheel?  I
was always the first wheel, or at the very least the second wheel.  On
occasion I might be the spare waiting to be tapped in, but never third.  I
threw up my hands, sighed and turned around to head back up the hall.  If
they were going to stop for a piss, they could at least tell me.  I walked
into the bathroom ready to give them both shit, when I heard them in the
stall.

"Fuck yeah that's nice!  I'm totally into this whole boyfriend with extra
benefits thing.  Come on baby.  Do me quickly.  Hammer my hole so I can get
through the first class without a boner," Tripp said obviously having one
of his spur of the moments, drag you into the bathroom, moments.  "God Dix,
just do it!  Having you and Kyle as boyfriends is gonna be so hot."

"Can't wait to tell everyone," Dickson said panting as I heard pants coming
down.  "We'll be the envy of everyone."

"Shut up D, and just fuck!  I'm losing concentration.  You have to wait for
Kyle to tell Justin first.  You heard what he said.  Why don't you like
Justin?  His cock is huge and he knows how to use it."

"Not my type.  I'm not a fan of spoiled rich kids.  Plus I like brunettes
not blondes.  Although I'd kill to have a dick like that."

God, if he had a dick like mine, he'd probably be the most perfect guy on
earth.  He only had two flaws that I could see.  First that his dick was
only 6½ inches with a slight curve to it, and second, that he didn't
like me.  Other than that he was perfect.

"I'm a blonde...dirty blonde," Trip said as he was pounded against the
stall door.  They weren't even trying to be quiet and obviously there was
no foreplay in this session.

"I consider you light brown.  Oh shit!  Are you ready?  I'm gonna cum
dude."  He's gonna cum?  After 10 seconds.  Okay, he has three flaws...

"Yeah fill me up.  I'm gonna leave it in there until Kyle fucks me at lunch
and then I'll have both of you inside me.  Give it to me harder!"  He
almost yelled it as the stall door shook violently.  I knew they would be
coming out soon, so I got the hell out of there and ran towards class.
What the heck was going on?  Tripp, Dickson and Kyle were boyfriends?  When
did that happen?  Why didn't Kyle tell me?  Since when do we ever keep
secrets?  I really gotta go back to reading Kyle Unfiltered again, if he's
still writing it.  I'm starting to feel like I'm standing on a cliff
watching my life go by around me.  Kinda like a story being told for
everyone else's amusement, and that the writer could just fuck with me
however he wanted.  I have to get control back.  I will be the master of my
own destiny.  I'll fuck Dickson in front of both of his boyfriends to show
him what he's missing, and that I'm not a spoiled rich kid.  I'm as down to
earth as anyone.  Christ, why did they dump me to go for a stall banging?
I'd have been up for that.  Seems sort of rude if you ask me.  My phone
vibrated and I looked at the text message.  It was from Nate.

`Damian back. Looks like shit.  2day is the day b-yatch!'

`OMW,' I replied.  As I entered the class and sat beside Nate.  He pointed
to my arch enemy.  I couldn't believe it.  His long hair was gone and
shaved short.  He had a large bruise on his neck, and from his posture he
sure didn't look like the Damian I remember from a couple weeks ago.  I had
trouble concentrating in class as I wondered what happened to him.  As we
finished the lecture and were about to head out, Damian cut me off and
removed the dark glasses he was wearing.  He had a bruised eye and a cut
over his eyebrow.

"What the fuck happened to you?" I asked, actually concerned, but saying it
in such a way as to pretend I wasn't.

"You win okay.  I give up."

"Win what?  What the hell happened?"

"As if you don't know.  I was arrested for possession of drugs with the
intent to traffic.  I've never done drugs EVER!  So having bags of ecstasy
and cocaine in my place was bullshit.  My parents had to take out a second
mortgage on their house to post bail for me."

"I have no idea what that has to do with me, or why you look like shit," I
said defensively.

"Oh really?  Do you know what happens to young guys in prison?"

Ironically, I didn't since no one had done anything to me.  "No?"

"Well when word gets out that you're a little faggot willing to take cock,
you become everyone's bitch.  I was used every day and had my head shaved.
If I didn't do it right, they beat me.  My whole body is bruised.  Someone
told them I was gay before I arrived and they were waiting for me.  I had
my clothes ripped off and dropped onto two cocks at the same time while
others watched and laughed.  My ass is permanently destroyed."

"I'd like to say I'm sorry because I hate to see anyone get hurt, but
frankly I don't give a shit.  I guess I'm not the only one you've fucked
over.  Karma's a bitch huh?  First you claim I wrecked your ass by fucking
you, and now it came true.  Sucks to be you."

"Like I said.  You win.  I got told by someone inside that if I revised my
statement to the cops that I was lying about you, the charges against me
would be dropped, otherwise I could expect them to be waiting when I got
sentenced.  I guess having as much money as you can buy you whatever you
want.  Congratulations."

"I had nothing to do with this, but lie about me, fuck with my life, my
family, and my reputation and I have no intention of just rolling over and
letting it die.  I am quite prepared to defend myself in court.  Change
your story, don't change your story.  I don't give a shit, Damian.  But I
can promise you one thing, you're never going to do this to anyone again.
Whoever did this to you seems to understand that bullshit has consequences,
but it wasn't me.  I'm not into violence.  I'm a fag, not a gangster.  Good
luck with your drug problem.  Hope nothing else happens to you before you
get all your lies straightened out.  Now fuck off before I get a
restraining order against YOU!"  I stood up and pushed past him with Nate
hot on my heels.  I was shaking so bad that I thought I might collapse or
throw up.  We went down a couple other hallways and I leaned against the
wall to breathe.

"Seriously, did you have something to do with that?"  Nate asked looking at
me and putting his hand on my shoulder to comfort me.

"No, I swear.  I had no idea."

"Why the hell didn't you agree to let him change his story?  It would be
over."

"Would it?  He'd get through this problem and then figure he got away with
his bullshit.  He needs to be clear about what he did."

"So you want me and Tripp to keep going?"

"Normally I'd say he's been through enough, but fuck it.  He hurt me and my
family.  Let's finish this.  I figure hit him while he's down and make sure
he never gets up again, and maybe this bullshit can finally come to an
end."

"Are you sure you're not a gangster?  That's so mafia of you!"  Nate
grinned.  "Damn I've got a boner right now this is so hot."

"Fine, whip it out I'll give you a quickie before next class," I smiled as
I grabbed for his zipper.  He jumped back.

"Figure of speech dude, figure of speech."

"Yeah, like you don't really want one," I smirked.

"I'll never tell and I'll take it to the grave."

"So I guess I'm coming over after classes to take care of it?"  I said
coyly as I pushed away from the wall.

"Strangely after hanging out with you for this long, I actually be up for
that.  No pun intended."

"Are we inviting Tripp, Dickson and their new boyfriend, Kyle, or will it
just be you and me tonight?"

"They told you huh?"  He said unconcernedly.

"Nope.  I heard Dickson fucking Tripp this morning and they mentioned it.
I'm guessing they told you?"

"I was there when they got together, so it wasn't so much they told me as I
fell into information.  Kyle asked to keep it between us until he had a
chance to tell you himself as he knows you have a thing for Dickson and
didn't want to upset you."

I smiled.  "I wouldn't be upset.  I'm happy for Kyle.  Dickson is killer
cute, although I'm surprised that Kyle's going for guys with small dicks
like that.  He's used to much bigger."

"Burn!" Nate laughed.  "Aren't they both about the same size as me?"

"Around that, but you're straight so no one expects you to have a big dick.
Plus they're 6½ you're 7.  In gay size they might as well be 4 inches."

"So size queens really do exist huh?  I can blog that I finally met one!"

I pushed him aside and he laughed as we headed to our next class.  At lunch
we all met up and I watched Kyle with his new boyfriends carefully.  No one
was letting on that anything was up at all.  It seemed like a normal
lunch. Tripp was giving fashion tips to the girls.  Kent and Rory were
checking out other chicks along with Nate, but if I hadn't heard it for
myself, I wouldn't have a clue that there was a three-way boyfriend thing
going on at the same table.  I looked hard at Dickson feeling a little
jealous that Kyle got him over me.  I now had another mission.  I had to
prove to him that I wasn't a spoiled rich kid.  Christ, Kyle had money from
the lawsuit he'd won, plus he had his own airline.  Well, an airline by
name but still his.  Perhaps he hadn't mention those things to Dickson.
Once we were finished eating, Kyle, Dickson and Tripp all said they had to
go take a leak and took off together.

"They really are like chicks aren't they?"  Kent said as the guys left.
"No straight boy would go take a piss with another guy."

"I doubt they're taking a piss," I said bluntly.

"Seriously?  You mean they're going to... You know," Kent said looking at
me in shock.

"Yeah, they'll probably `you know' each other a few times before they get
back.  Nothing like quick relief before heading to an afternoon of boring
classes."

"I hear you there, but I can't believe they're going to do it in the
bathroom."

"Maybe they went into a stairwell or the car.  Hell, knowing Kyle he
probably went over into the woods to let others watch."

"If you're horny Kent, I have to take a leak if you need to go," I teased.

"Well, I can't go now, can I?" He smirked.  "Everyone will talk!"

"They can't talk with their mouths full.  Invite them along."

"So blunt.  Hey ladies, why can't you be that open about sex?"

"Who says were not?  Just because you boys don't pick up on it, or are too
chicken to act on it.  That's not on us."  Linda replied with an air of
sexy in her voice.  She was sitting across from him and within seconds he
jumped.  "That foot on your crotch was a signal.  Pick up on it?"

He nodded and swallowed hard.

"If you boys paid closer attention, you'd be able to tell when we're
wearing panties, which is usually an indication that we're as horny as
you."

Nate laughed as both Kent and Rory's heads disappeared under the table.  I
was sitting beside Linda and noticed her open her legs slightly.  Both boys
cracked their heads on the table at the same time.  I'm guessing she wasn't
wearing panties.  I suppressed a snort of approval at her antics.  She
stood up and the boys resurfaced.

"I'm heading to the bathroom if anyone is bold enough to join me...boys!"
She said as she wandered away.  Kent and Rory looked as she walked away and
then raced after her.  I was thinking of betting whether or not they'd
actually go into the girl's bathroom or not.  They returned a few minutes
later.

"She actually went into the bathroom, so we couldn't go after her," Rory
said as they sat back down.

"You're such pussies," Robyn said. "Come on Justin, let's show the straight
boys how it's done."

I had no idea what we were going to do, but I'm always up for something
fun.  She hooked her arm in mine and pranced me right into the ladies
bathroom.  I was in uncharted territory.  As we entered, a couple of girls
were on their way out.  "It's okay, he's gay," she said sweetly.  They
smiled and nodded as if that made it perfectly acceptable.  "Where are you
bitch?  Our GBF is with me!"

"GBF?" I asked.

"Gay Best Friend," she clarified.

"Oh."  I was a GBF now and I had some bitches.  I was moving up the food
chain.  I've never been a big fan of girls, but this was kind of exciting.
One of the stall doors opened and she strolled out adjusting her skirt.

"Where are the straight boys?" she asked coming over to us and up to the
mirror to adjust her boobs and slap on some lipstick or gloss or whatever.

"I think they chickened out at the last minute.  Probably scared of getting
caught in the ladies room."

"Their loss," she said.  "Too bad you're gay.  Straight boys could learn a
thing or two about looking after themselves."

"No question about that.  Fashion and manscaping to start, and don't get me
started on manners.  But don't get me wrong, I like a horny straight boy as
much as the next girl," I said checking my hair in the mirror.  This was
fun.  Another girl walked in and paused as she saw me there.

"He's gay," Robyn said again.  The girl smiled and headed for a stall.

"Do straight boys know that trick?" I asked looking at the two of them as I
turned and leaned against the sink.

"What trick?"  Linda asked.

"Just saying that a guy is gay to justify us being in the ladies room?"

"Not a trick really.  If a straight boy did it and got caught, he'd
probably be expelled.  No one blinks if a gay guy is in here."

"I had no idea.  Would I be able to walk in by myself and do it?"

"Are you a newbie, girl?  You have to have female with you so she can vouch
for you."

"Oh, cool.  It's so weird being in a public bathroom without urinals, but
your bathrooms have more stalls and they certainly look and smell better."

"Just let one of us know if you ever want to come back here instead of your
bathroom.  Only rule, sit down to pee okay.  No girl wants splatter on the
seat."

I raised my hand.  "I hereby promise to only pee sitting down."

"I know gays have more fashion sense than a stadium full of straight boys
combined, but you know if you wear tighter pants and shirts you could show
off your assets better.  We've seen those assets, remember, so you should
definitely show them off.  Make that bulge pop and you'll make the boys
jealous."

I looked down at my bulge and then at it in the mirror and turned sideways
for a different view.  "It looks good to me," I smiled.  Robyn grabbed my
package, readjusted it and then pulled my jeans at the back to tighten
them.  I looked in the mirror again and she was right.  It was much more
impressive. "Nice!  Of course if my pants are this tight I might not be
able to get out of them fast enough when I'm horny."

"For something that size they'll wait," she said.  I was liking this whole
girl attention thing.  I see now what gay guys find attractive about girls.
It's not about seeing them naked, it's how they think.  I found something
new to try.  I was going to be a GBF!

"Okay girls, we have to go shopping.  I can't be fabulous if you're not
just as fabulous.  Tomorrow we go to the mall.  It's on me.  Let's show
this school that we can rock it!"

They fluffed their hair, locked my arms and we strolled out like the
bitches we were. Well the bitches they were and the GBF I was... Kent, Rory
and Nate were at the entrance waiting.  "Thanks for the advice on our new
bikini waxes.  We weren't sure.  And after showing us how to really work a
boys penis, if you ever want to try putting that big thing in me, just
ask," Robyn said loudly as we stopped to greet the boys.  They looked at me
in admiration, or perhaps jealousy or hatred at thinking I had been around
their pussies so intimately.  The girls really have to pay attention to the
rules.  You're not allowed to talk to a gay guy about pussies for 30
minutes after eating.  Everyone knows that. "Check this out boys," Robyn
continued as she teased them.  She grabbed the back of my pants and pulled
them tight again.  Don't you think his package looks way better in tight
jeans?"

I almost burst out laughing.  The boys looked as she did it and then after
she asked the question, they realized what they were doing and looked away.
Then they had no idea how to respond.  If they said it looked better, they
were admitting checking out my junk, and if they didn't say anything they
might be upsetting the girls.  This was brilliant.  They mumbled a half ass
`I guess', which seemed to thrill the girls.  "Later boys, we have to get
across campus.  See you after school tomorrow, Justin," Linda said as she
kissed me on the cheek. They took off with the boys watching them walk
away.  Shit! Now I have to run in the bathroom to see if I have lipstick on
my face.  I knew there had to be a downside to having girls as friends.  I
wiped my face and didn't see anything.

"Do I have lipstick on my face?"  I asked.

"Nah, you're good, dude," Rory said looking at me.  "Did you seriously go
in there and help them with their pussies?"

"Sure, no big deal.  Seems only fair after they wanted to see how my junk
worked.  Plus they adjusted my package to make it look better."  I figured
I could keep the lie alive for a while.

"Damn, gay guys have it so good!"  Rory said shaking his head.  "Did they
say anything about us?"

"Not much except I think Linda was expecting at least one of you to go in
and maybe give her one in the stall."

"Do you know how much shit we'd have been in if another girl busted us?
I'm sure it's illegal to be in the girl's bathroom.  I'm surprised you got
away with it," Nate said sounding like he was in awe of me.

"I'm gay.  I'm not exactly a threat to girls.  The last thing I want to see
is their pussies."

"You don't know what you're missing dude," he said patting me on the back.

"Ditto," I laughed.  He could take that any way he wanted.

"So where are you going with them after school tomorrow?"  Rory asked.

"Shopping.  They think I should buy tighter clothes to show off my assets
better.  So we're off to the mall to buy new outfits so we all look
fabulous together."

"Can we go?"  Nate requested.

"Probably not.  It's kind of a girl's day out.  Well girls, plus a
fag...me!" I laughed.  "Something tells me it's gonna be the most boring
hour of my life."

"Have you BEEN shopping with a girl before?"  Kent asked.  "It takes them
an hour to pick out a bra.  Plan to pack an overnight bag if you're going
to do any serious shopping.  Trust me, take your iPhone loaded with games
or you're gonna fall asleep.  Maybe smoke some weed before you go.  It
makes the time go by faster, plus tell them everything they try looks
great.  Never tell them that what they're wearing makes them look fat or
that it's the wrong color or any other definitive answer.  This is where
your psychology class comes in.  Ask them what they think of it first, and
then agree, or ask them to turn around so you can have another look, before
you agree.  There should be a whole class on this stuff."

"Good advice, thanks."

I headed off to the afternoon lesson and felt pretty good.  I had just
ventured into a new world.  I got a text from Nate before the end of class.
`meet in cafeteria in 20.'  I replied that I'd be there.  When I arrived
both he and Tripp were waiting.  "What's up?"

"It's done!"  Tripp said looking around cautiously.

"Great, where's the body?" I said quietly as I looked down with my eyes
darting back to play into the mystery of this meeting.

"Seriously, we told Damian and showed him the stuff.  Dude, he had a total
meltdown and flew out of here in a rage.  I'm not sure if it worked or not,
but it sure had an effect.  Hopefully when he has time to think about it,
he'll realize he only has one option," Nate said explaining it.

"Guess I owe you one if it works.  Although having sex with him just to
help me out was a bit stupid," I said putting my hand on Tripp's shoulder.

"Yeah, but if it works, it was worth taking one to help you out."

"That's probably a whole new definition of `taking one," I laughed.

"Well if you want to thank me, I could use a blowjob," Tripp said as he
unzipped his pants.

I looked down at his crotch.  "Why stop there?  Why don't you just bend
over the table and I'll give you a quick fuck right here."

"I know Canadian laws are a lot different than Georgia, but I'll bet it's
not legal to fuck in a school cafeteria."

"Oh sure it is.  Bend over and drop those pants you little southern bell,
or is that little southern bell end?"

"God, if you two are fucking in here, I'm leaving before we all get
arrested," Nate said. "What should we do next with Damian?  Should we send
him something online to make him understand that we're serious?"

"Nah, let him have 24 hours and see what he does.  Hopefully this will all
be over and I can get back to my life."  They agreed and we headed out.
"You coming over today?"  Nate asked.

"I should probably talk to Kyle about his boyfriends.  Why don't you come
over to my place and I'll give you a ride home after dinner."

"Sure sounds like a plan.  You got any beer?"

"Beer, weed, lube.  All the things you'll need for a fun night."

"Chicks?"  He laughed.

"Best I can offer is a half dozen boy pussies," I said slapping him on the
back.  "I'm telling you, all you need to do is close your eyes and you'll
never know.  You could be the most laid straight boy on campus."

"Yep, and I wouldn't be able to tell anyone if I wanted to get girls again
and remain straight," he grinned.

"Meet me at the parking lot after class.  I'll text Kyle and let him know
you're joining us."

I drove the three of us home with Kyle in the passenger seat and looked at
him with a smile.  "So how was class?  Learn anything useful?"

"Sure, we're studying birds for their wing span and aerodynamics."

"Birds?  I suppose that makes sense.  Are you taking the binoculars out to
the woods with a manual to find the Swallow, American Woodcock or are you
in hunt of a titmouse?"

"Funny.  No we spend time looking at the wing to body ratio, how the air
flows over them and how birds became the inspiration for modern day
planes."

"Oh my GOD that sounds boring!!"  I said snoring loudly.

"So tell me how you really feel, Justin," he smiled.

"That's my line!  Anything else interesting happen?  Maybe with Tripp or
Dickson or both?"

He grinned.  "You mean the lunchtime blowjobs in the storage room?"

"Sure.  Anything else?"  I said flatly.  He looked at me out of the corner
of his eyes.

"Someone told you huh?" He said looking back at Nate suspiciously.  "Sorry,
I wanted to ask if you'd be okay since I know you have a thing for Dickson.
It just kinda happened and I haven't had a chance to talk to you."

"You know I'd be happy if it makes you happy.  Dickson doesn't like me
anyway.  He thinks I'm a spoiled rich kid."

"He said that to you?"

"Not to me.  He said it to Tripp while they were fucking this morning in
the bathroom.  They didn't know I was there."

"Sorry."

"Meh, I've been called worst.  I guess I'll just have to prove I'm not who
he thinks I am.  Maybe we should fly them to Paris for the weekend and show
him my romantic side with all of us."

"Yes, because nothing says you're not a spoiled rich kid like taking a 35
million dollar private jet to Paris for a luxury weekend."

"We could stay in a hostel," I said with a smirk, and you could fly the
plane so they could see we're frugal by not having to hire another pilot."

"God, I'd sleep with you for a luxury trip to Paris in a private jet," Nate
said from the back seat.

"You hear that right?  You're my witness Kyle!  Are you free to fly us this
weekend?" I said with a big cheesy grin.  "But for a trip like that you're
gonna have to be the bitch, and I can go for hours and hours."

Kyle just shook his head.  "Lies, all lies.  He's usually done in under
three minutes.  Even a straight boy can handle it.  So you sure you're okay
with me dating them?"  He said putting the subject back on course.

"Sure, go for it.  I gotta admit, I still think Aaron and Jordan are way
better for you.  They're more your type."

"I know, but it wasn't like it was my choice.  They dumped me, not the
other way around.  I gotta move on.  I can dump them both if you wanna pick
up the slack," he said batting his eyes and leaning his head over on my
shoulder.

"You deserve someone just for you, but I'll always be here and never turn
down sex.  Unless the new boyfriends just want an exclusive relationship."

"No way Tripp wants that, but I'm not sure about Dickson.  He might, but
we'll have to discuss it."

"Well, you know what you're doing.  Don't worry about me.  If you like the
two of them, go for it."

"Thanks, sorry I didn't tell you earlier."

"Don't sweat it.  Thanks for considering my feelings, but you never need to
worry about that.  No guy will ever come between us, bro."

"They will if they want to be spit roast," he joked.  "Nate, you in the
mood for a spit roast?"

"I'll pass thanks," he said politely.

On one hand I was a little jealous that Kyle had Dickson as he was so
fucking cute, but now that I know how he really felt about me, it made him
less attractive.  But knowing our place, I'd be seeing him naked a lot if
he was over.  Maybe he'd get to know the real me if he spent more time
around us.  I was just a normal, shy, quiet, self-controlled, reserved and
down to earth gay guy.  Well except for the normal, shy, quiet,
self-controlled reserved and down to earth part...

We got home and the house was quiet.  ADAM said people were home and in the
media room so we went in to say hi.  Jason, Alex, Troy, Blake and the twins
were watching some kids show.

"Hey!  What are we watching?" I asked looking at the TV.

"It's the Wiggles.  Apparently the twins love it."

I looked at them bouncing around to the stupid music and smiled.
"Apparently Blake does do!"  I laughed.  "Hey Mr. Wiggles!" I said to him.

"Hey Justin.  I'm showing the twins how to dance," he explained.  Sure he
was.  Deep down, Blake was still a little kid despite wanting to be an
adult.

"This shit is really annoying," I said quietly to Jason.

"You have no idea.  Over and over and over again.  We no sooner get it
finished than they want to watch it again."

"Have fun.  You should take them skydiving or down to the ball pit or
something.  We could all play there if you need a break."

"Skydiving?  You're so random.  Ball pit sounds good.  I feel like we can't
let them out of our sight for even a second.  Thankfully Blake is a good
babysitter.  James and his prison warden are coming over after dinner for a
few hours.  How's the thing going with Damian?  Any news yet."  I told him
the events of the day and he was as shocked as I had been.  "So do you
think he'll actually give up and we can get our lives back and bring James
home?"

"I hope so bro.  I really hope so."

I grabbed Nate and myself a couple beers and we went downstairs with
everyone, which is where Colin found us when he got home and asked how my
day was.  "Not bad overall.  Looks like Damian may change his story so we
can get this put behind us.  He got busted for drugs and then raped in
jail.  Apparently he didn't like it very much," I smirked.

"Yeah, possession of coke and `E' can get you quite a few years behind
bars, especially if they think you're dealing it.  But he'll get to like
the attention as everyone's bitch...eventually," Colin replied.  I stopped
dead and looked at him.

"I never said what type of drugs he had.  How did you know?"

"Lucky guess," he said trying to avoid looking at me.

"Oh...my...god.  You totally set him up didn't you?"  I said feeling really
proud of him.  I guess he had an evil side after all.  He was so my hero
right now.

"Don't ask honey.  It's called plausible deniability.  You know nothing
because you weren't involved.  I have no idea what you're talking about,
but no one fucks with my family, EVER!"  He said kissing me.  "As for what
happened to him in prison, maybe some of the guards heard Damian was coming
and spilled the beans to the other prisoners, but that's just a guess too,"
he said with a light air in his voice.  He totally set it all up.  God I
was married to Tony Soprano and it was making me as horny as fuck.

"I feel the same way.  I'd kill to protect everyone here.  After doing all
that, you're definitely getting some tonight."

"Was there ever a chance that I wouldn't?"  He laughed.

"No, but you're getting extra tonight!"  I beamed as I slid my tongue into
his mouth.

"Oh gross!  Get a room," Blake said as he stood right beside us looking up.
"Some of us just had food."

I grabbed him and pulled him between us and began to kiss his face.  He
squealed and tried to get away, but Colin and I held him and kissed him so
much his whole face was wet.  The twins got into the act and ran over to
try and help Blake, but also wanted kisses.  It turned into a game of tag
where everyone was getting kissed, licked or tackled into the ball pit.  It
was funny to watch Alex grab one of the boys and lift him high into the air
and jump into the ball pit on his back.  Once the twins realized that this
was a fun game, they wanted it over and over and over and over until we
were all worn out.  We had dinner together and James and his social worker
arrived shortly afterward.  The twins were excited to see their brother and
the four boys ran off to play downstairs.  The lady went with them so it
was like having a built in babysitter.  Those of us that had homework did
it in the great room together with a couple beers, which was nice.  I took
Nate home at a reasonable hour and on the way home he commented that he
liked our family and pointed out that it was probably the first time we
hadn't spent any time naked.

"We do have normal days once in a while.  Especially now that the twins are
there and we have to be on our best behaviour, especially with the social
worker around, and James being a little intolerant of all of us."

By the time I got back home, James had left and the kids were in bed.  The
remainder of us watched a movie and snuggled with our partners.  Kyle
curled up with Colin and me.  I took some opportunities to put my hand down
the back of his pants as I liked feeling his soft skin.  He must have
thought he was a kitten as he purred a few times.  He really is an amazing
guy.

The next morning Kyle and I met Linda and Robyn in the food court at the
same time that Kent and Rory arrived.  Nate wasn't far behind as we made
our way for a morning coffee and were joined by Tripp and Dickson.  I was
building an entourage.  I'm going to petition them to be elected emperor.
Rory and I stayed to get the coffees as everyone else found a table.

"Dude, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did.  Wanna ask another one?"

"Why do gay guys like sucking dick?"

I laughed.  "Wow that's quite the question before my morning coffee.
Probably the same reason straight boys like eating pussy.  Hell, I dunno.
We just like it.  I don't get the appeal of eating pussy.  Way easier to
suck on something than try to stab it with my tongue, and I know the
difference believe me.  I mean with guys you have options.  I can suck a
cock or rim an ass, which is like eating a pussy I suppose."

"Is it true that guys give better head than girls?"

"Take it out and I'll show you!"  I teased.  "Of course.  We know what it
feels like and where our sensitive spots are.  Same as girls know what
makes them get off."

"God, I just don't get it.  I couldn't imagine sucking a cock."

"Then it's a good thing you're straight.  It's not usually a requirement
for membership in the breeder club."

He laughed.  "That's true."

"Are you getting laid enough, Rory?  Sounds like you're a bit horny today?"

"Dude, we're guys.  We never get laid enough."

"Speak for yourself.  I get laid plenty.  Another benefit of being a gay
guy, and in my case I live with another 6 gay guys, so if we want it, we
just go get it."

"Yeah, but it's with a guy."

"Uh, duh, Captain obvious!"  I grinned as we ordered our coffees and
waited.  "Not trying to say one is better than the other, but think about
it.  I can take any guy into the bathroom and have sex and be back before
you know we were missing.  You have to figure out a place to do it with a
girl before you can get laid."

"Yeah, but doing a dude just seems so, no offense, gross," he said.

"To each his own, but I'll bet you've tried to suck your own dick.  What's
the difference if it's just on another guy?  Of course you don't have to
suck dick, you can just fuck.  No different than backdooring a chick.
What's the difference in doing it with a guy?"

"A hairy ass over a nice smooth chick..." he said looking at me blankly.

"Dude.  Not to be inappropriate, but you've seen me naked.  I don't have
hair on my ass.  I'm almost as smooth as any chick.  If you ever get
curious enough, I'll be happy to bend over to let you to end that
curiosity, or to give you a definitive answer to your first question.  Whip
your dick out sometime and I'll be happy to show you."  I think he was
about to respond, but our coffees were up and our conversation ended as we
walked back to the group.  Rory was interesting.  This was the second time
he'd asked about sex with a guy.  I had a feeling he was one of those
completely straight, but curious boys.  I have a belt full of notches that
have satisfied that curiosity.

We sat down and a different conversation started up.  Linda looked at me
smiling. "So are we still going shopping afterward?"

"Of course.  I'll have a car pick us up at 1 and we'll head for Metrotown."

"You're gonna be fabulous by the time we're done with you," Linda said.

"WHAT?  You mean I'm not fabulous now?  Bitch!"  I smirked.  "I don't want
to be just fabulous, I want to be fabulous and fierce!"

"Such a diva," Kyle said.

I ignored him.  We made small talk, finished our coffee and headed our own
separate ways.  Nate and I had psych 101 this morning and I was sort of
nervous waiting to see what Damian might do today.  Hopefully this was the
day that he'd tell us it was over.  We settled into class and there was no
Damian yet.  In fact he never showed up at all.

"Shit, now where is he?"  I said to Nate.  "Even when he gives up, he still
makes me wait."

"Maybe he went to the cops to change his story.  I'm sure you'll know soon
enough."

I figured he was right and the rest of the morning was uneventful.  We had
lunch and then it was off to the mall.  Tripp wanted to go, as did Rory,
but for entirely different reasons.  Tripp was interested in the shopping,
Rory was interested in the girls.  Neither was allowed to go.  We left our
group and headed out together arm in arm.  I was one of the girls now.
Never wanted to be one of them, but it was a good way to pick up boys.
Think about it.  Guys check out the girls that I have and how do you get to
know the girls?  Talk to the guy about guy stuff and be introduced to the
girls.  Perfect.  My fee for that introduction?...  I think you can guess.
I decided to make it a special day for the girls, so I had ordered a car to
pick us up and they were thrilled when the limo pulled up.  The driver
opened the door and we piled in.  It was about 30 minutes to the mall and
the girls got right into the whole gay thing immediately.  Our type were
apparently an enigma, wrapped in awesome!

"It's good to have a gay guy as our GBF," Robyn said.  "You can teach us
what boys like."

"Just learn to burp, fart and play basketball and you'll be in," I smiled.

"I mean teach us things like what they're thinking and how to give a good
blowjob."

"Blowjobs?"  What was this international blowjob day?  First Rory, now
Robyn.

"Sure you'll be our practice model," Robyn said.  "You can show us how boys
like it and we'll impress the hell out of them with our skill."

"Wait, what?  You want me to show you how to suck dick?  So what, I grab
one of the boys and you watch how we do it?"  That was kinda hot if you ask
me.

"Not exactly what we were thinking.  Let us practice on you and tell us
what to do and not do," she clarified.

Not quite as hot, I thought.  "Seriously?"

"Sure why not.  It's not sexual for either of us and we learn what makes
boys get off."

"Not sure I'd be able to get hard with a girl blowing me," I said honestly.

"So that's what makes it so perfect.  If we can do it good enough to get
you off, then a straight boy would go insane.  That's the benefit of our
alliance."

"Teaching you how to suck a guy off isn't a benefit for me," I said
humorously.  "As Rory pointed out today, the only reason a straight boy
would let a gay guy blow him is that we do it better.  If we give you our
secret, then horny straight boys willing to let a dude go down on them
might become as rare as the Vancouver Island Marmot."

"Come on Justin.  You can do it.  That's what a GBF is for.  We're
comfortable being naked around each other and talking about boys and it's
safe for both of us."

"Okay, but I'm not going to do anything like putting my dick in your
pussies to learn some lesson, and if you want me to stay hard while you
learn to give head, I strongly suggest you don't whip those things out on
front of me.  I'm okay with boobs as those are kinda hot, but vaginas are
the devil's playground with all those flaps, folds and hidden passageways."

The girls giggled like a couple of little...well, girls... and snuggled up
to me.  I felt one of their hands on my crotch at one point, but didn't say
anything.  I figure it's no different than me adjusting their boobs.  What
am I getting myself into?  We hit the mall and asked the driver to wait as
we'd probably need a place to dump all our stuff.  The first stop was to
the Banana Republic.  Talk about a cliché.  I was given shirts and pants
to try on and then had to give them a fashion show with each outfit.  Now
when you see this on TV, it's so much faster.  The guy goes behind a
curtain and in seconds is back out with an outfit and they say yes or no
and he goes back for another one.  In real life, its takes a while to get
into the clothes and then the girls check you out and see how your ass,
package and chest look and then if all is good, they run off to accessorize
you before you get to try another outfit.  Guys don't accessorize.  We jump
into clothes and go.  I spend more time naked than I do clothed anyway, so
why add things that I'm just gonna have to take off.  They put rings, neck
chains, belts and shoes on me for each outfit.  At this pace I was going to
be leaving here with a walker collecting my old age pension.  After what
seemed like a thousand outfits and a ton of groping of my package and ass,
they had selected three outfits for me, and this was only the first store.
Thank god, I'd brought the proper credit card.  Once they saw the black
card, it was game on.  From store to store, the clothes and bills piled up.
I was dragged into change rooms with them to help do up zippers and adjust
them.  I know I said I like boobs, but after this trip I might never want
to see another one again.  They even had me helping other girls and made a
point of telling them I was gay.  I can't even count how many times they
came in while I was just in my underwear.  Even the female sales clerks
seemed to think it was okay.  God, this is not the way to shop.  My way to
shop is to wander around the stores until I find a cute guy and then go in
and pester him until we're doing it in the change room so he can earn extra
commission.  The closest I got to that kind of action was in Boys' Co.,
where the girls were picking out underwear for me and holding it up in
front of the mirror as the hot sales dude watched.  He had tight pants that
were showing his enjoyment at our antics.  Without my girls around, this
boy would have been nuts deep in me earning a butt load of commission.  Pun
definitely intended!  If I was their GBF, what are they to me?  My personal
cock blockers?  My pussy patrol?  They must be something.  Fag Hag was a
term I really hated, so I'd never call them that, but they needed a cool
name.  For now I'll stay with pussy patrol.  I was sent into the change
room to try underwear on over top of my actual underwear since you aren't
allowed to be naked while trying them on.  Each time I tried one, the girls
either opened the curtain to check or made me come out.  At one point they
lifted my shirt up to show my abs and I think I heard the sales guy lose
his load in his pants next to us.  See, the chicks were even wasting good
cum too.  This shopping with girls has a major downside.  Since the store
was relatively empty, I managed to be a bit of an extra tease as the sales
guy brought me another pair that the girls had selected.  I `accidentally'
pulled down both pair of underwear as I went to change, giving the guy a
nice quick look at my package.  I apologized and pretended to scramble back
into them.  Yep, he's gonna go in the back and whack off for the next half
hour.  Without the girls, I would have been more than willing to help. I
looked at the sales guy and shook my head. "Chicks.  I could end up in here
all day just trying on underwear at this rate."

He smiled and then proceeded to bring me shirts and pants.  I think the
shirts were his way of getting me out of the rest of my clothes since I was
already pantless.  I made a point of standing there in just my underwear a
few times as I pulled on shirt after shirt for the girls, and sales guy, to
see.  Nothing at Boys' Co felt comfortable to wear, although it did look
hot on me.  It was as expensive as hell and hardly seemed worth it, but I
went along with it.  We spend just over $1500 and I barely got enough stuff
to fit in one bag.  Between boys clothes and the girls clothes we were
going to need a separate car just for the parcels.  I hope Colin doesn't
look at the credit card bill or he's gonna wonder if I'm becoming a cross
dresser.  Bras, panties, dresses, belts, shoes, purses, earrings, and the
list goes on.  The only thing that would indicate it wasn't for me is that
there were no wigs.  Tons of makeup though.  They had me made up at one of
the counters by some lady who apparently knew what she was doing.  I don't
wear makeup but I had to admit, I looked super hot with the type of stuff
they did to me.  But what's the point, I'd never be able to duplicate it at
home, and the guys would make fun of me anyway.  Moisturizer, ok.  Blush,
eyeliner and other shit, not ok.  Plucking my eyebrows, sooo not ok.
Fucking OW!  The makeup lady bitch even tweezed a couple of nose hairs.
Holy hell!  Stay out of my nose.  Now there's something I never thought I'd
ever have to say.  I had to admit we had bought some seriously cool stuff
and while I had nice clothes at home that were comfortable and fashionable,
these were a notch up from that, but totally not my style, but I'd play
along for now.  It was kinda fun to get different perspectives.  The thing
I did notice is that they were tight fitting and extremely colorful, and
what I might consider to be mismatched when worn together.  They had me buy
different shoes than my comfortable runners as they said it was more gay.
It was gay alright, but not the good gay, the straight gay, if you know
what I mean.  After a few hours of shopping I was ready to get naked and
bone a guy, just to prove I wasn't a chick now.  Wait, that might not prove
anything since chicks like dudes too, don't they?  Damn it!  This being
part of a girl gang was confusing me.  We did scope out boys in the food
fair and try to decide who was gay or straight, and they asked about my
type and who I would do.  I think we established I liked most young guys,
but it could just be that I hadn't been laid the whole time we were out
shopping.  I think the seasons had changed while we were out.

By the time we had shopped all the stores, I might never want to go
shopping again. In the car on the way back, the girls picked out an outfit
for me to wear, including underwear.  They insisted I change in the car
with them and when I was naked, they took it upon themselves to handle my
crotch and check out my cock closely.  They said their boyfriends never
really just let them look at it, so they appreciated me allowing them to
explore.  I felt like I was at an extended medical exam.  It isn't unusual
for me to be naked, hell it's not even unusual to be naked in the limo,
just unusual for it to be with two girls.  I didn't even get hard at being
fondled as they were talking the whole time and discussing my balls and how
the penis worked. Of course when they got naked and I saw pussy, nothing
was going to get me hard without a naked boy being close by.  I wondered if
maybe we could stop and get one.  You know like the bait bus or something.
This could be the bait limo.  The girls made sure I looked my best before I
had the driver finally drop them at home.  I was in a pair of skinny jeans
and felt like I was wrapped in tight coils.  I could barely bend my knees.
The price of being fabulous and fierce I guess.  As I strolled in the front
door, I was greeted by Blake and the twins.  "Whoa cool skinny jeans
Justin.  You almost look hot...for an old guy."

"Uhh thanks...I think," I said at his simultaneous compliment and insult.

"Can I buy some skinny jeans like that?  The only pair I have are too small
for me.  I'm gonna give some of my old clothes to James so he has more to
wear.  They're a little big, but Uncle Alex said he'll grow into them.
Plus us guys like baggy clothes sometimes too.  Shows off our underwear.
Oh, and I need some new underwear."

"Sure we'll take you out and get you some new stuff," I told him.  The
twins just looked up and me and giggled.

"What's up with you two?"  I asked looking down at them.  I would have bent
down to be at their level, but I felt like it might cut off the circulation
below the knees and I'd never get back up.

"Can we have a banana, Daddy?"  I quickly checked my bulge to see if I was
hard and giving them ideas, but it was all good.

"Again, wrong person.  I'm Uncle Justin," I said.  They just ignored me,
and after I dropped all the bags on the floor, they took me by the hand to
pull me to the kitchen where I got them both a banana.  I handed one to
each of them and they immediately gave it back.  "I thought you wanted
one?" I asked.

"Open it Daddy," Travis said.  Right.  You gotta do everything for them at
this age.  Kinda like straight boys and manscaping.  I peeled back the
bananas and they ran off like puppies with a bone.  I went back to the
entrance where Blake basically had his head in every bag checking out the
new clothes.

"I can probably fit in some of this stuff.  I like the cool shirts, he said
holding up a colorful t-shirt that was super form fitting on me, but would
just about be perfect on him.  Great, now I'm sharing clothes with my 12
year old son.  I gotta go to the gym and then over to a medieval chamber
for a couple hours to be put on the rack and stretched.  I always wanted to
be 6 foot, but I seemed to have stalled out at 5'9" well 5'9¾" so let's
call it 5'10".  With the right shoes, I look 6 foot, so I'm happy.

"Blake, get out of there!  We'll buy you your own clothes."

"Okay, I'll go get my jacket!"  He said excitedly.

"Not now.  How about if I pick you up after school later this week."

"Okay.  I'm gonna need lots of stuff though.  Can I buy some more ties
too?"

"Sure.  Whatever you need," I said.  He had more fashion sense than me.  He
liked girls, enjoyed sex and was fascinated by naked boys.  Yep, he's a
fag, although I wasn't ready to call it yet.  At that age it's all about
exploring your options and Blake was definitely doing that.

As the rest of the guys saw the new style they teased and made fun of me as
it was a totally different look from what I normally wore.  "You're just
all jealous, because I look so fierce!"  I said sitting down with them.  I
was pretty sure that sitting was cutting off blood flow with clothes this
tight.

"I'm gonna buy new clothes and be fierce too!"  Blake said as he growled
and held up his hands like paws.  Yeah, just no way to explain fierce until
you are...

"Are you wearing makeup?"  Jason asked looking closely at me.

"What can you do?  The girls wanted to glam me up."

"You look better actually.  Hides your face," he said.

"You realize that you just insulted yourself too, since we're identical?"

"Yeah, but I'm way better looking."

"If you say so, but when you see that handsome face, that's not the mirror
you're looking in, it's me you're seeing.  Okay, I really have to go get
out of these clothes if I'm sitting down.  These are standing up clothes
only.  I may need help getting out of the jeans.  I think they're glued to
me."

"I'll help," Blake offered so we headed upstairs with all the bags and
dumped them in the bedroom.  I unbuttoned the pants and tried pulling them
off.  They were insanely tight.  I lay on the bed and Blake took hold of
the legs and pulled.  He almost pulled me right off the edge of the bed.
We both laughed and tried again.  He yanked and I pushed them down.  When
they finally gave way, they came off fast sending Blake flying backward
onto his ass.  I was free of my bindings.  He jumped up and ran over and
jumped on me.  "Those were tight, Justin.  Cool underwear!"  He commented
when he saw my Andrew Christian briefs.  They were designed to make my
package look bigger, which is always a good thing.

"Hey, buddy.  Just curious.  Why are you calling me Justin now instead of
Dad?"

"Oh, simple.  The twins yell out Dad a lot and it can get confusing.  I'm
also almost 13 which means I'll be like an adult, so I figure we'll just go
with the whole first name thing.  You call me Blake most of the time and
not son, so it's only fair."

"Just between you and me, I kinda like being called Dad, so I hope you'll
still call me that."

"Okay, Dad!" he chuckled as he tried to push my shirt off.

"I got the shirt, dude!"  I said throwing him aside as we rolled around on
the bed and I tickled him until he said he was going to pee if I didn't
stop.  I stopped.  I jumped into more comfortable clothes and we rejoined
the rest of the family.  After the twins had their bath, we all gathered in
their bedroom for story time.  Jason and Alex ready the story as Blake sat
with them looking on.  The rest of us stayed on James' bed and listened.
It's fun to all be there for story time.  I think we should do this more
often, especially when James finally joins us, and when Cory stays over
it'll just make it complete.  I'll have to practice my reading voice again.
Jason and Alex tucked the twins in who were still sleeping in the same bed
and Blake crawled into the lower bunk.

"Blake?  Shouldn't you head to your own bed?" I asked.

"I sleep in here sometimes so Trevor and Travis don't miss their big
brother," he said as he pulled the sheets up around himself.  I was
surprised that he was heading to bed at the same time, but if he needs the
sleep, I wouldn't stop him.

"You're a pretty special kid," I said, and Colin agreed as we kissed him
goodnight.

"Ewww!" he said as he wiped his face, but we knew from the look in his eyes
that he liked it.  I certainly couldn't imagine life without him, even if
he was taking up most of our free time.  The rest of us left and hung out
for a while before heading to bed.

I got into class the next day and sat next to Nate with my coffee.  He
looked exhausted.  "Late night?"

"Couldn't sleep.  Money stress.  I hate this living paycheque to paycheque.
One small thing goes wrong and I'm fighting to survive."

"What went wrong?"

"New landlord.  Not only are they putting my rent up $17 a month, but now
everyone has to have tenant insurance in case of emergencies.  I looked
into it and it's $460 a year."

"Dude, you totally need insurance in case anything happens to your stuff.
Fire, flood, theft.  Shit like that.  I'll give you the money," I said
without thinking about it.

"Yeah, I know you would and I thank you for that, but I couldn't take it.
My Dad always told me that the fastest way to ruin a friendship was to
borrow money."

"I totally agree.  Wasn't offering to lend it to you.  I'd simply give it
to you."

"Thanks, but I'll figure it out.  I just need a job that pays more."

"I know a couple places you could try.  Want me to see if they're hiring?"

"Sure, thanks.  I might just move to a less expensive place if I can find
one.  That would also help.  I might ask you to help me move."

"Sure, I'm all muscles and power for shit like that," I said flexing my
arms sarcastically.  "If you decide to move, let me know and I'll call our
movers."

"Or you could show up with a truck and a case of beer and we'll make a day
of it.  I could round up some buff straight boys for you to drool over," he
said slapping on me on the knee.

"Shit, let's get you moved right after class," I smiled.  We were
interrupted by a guy who came up and sat close to us.

"Hey you hear about that guy in our class that tried to kill himself last
night?"

"Which guy?"  I asked shocked.

"The one that looked like he'd been hit by a bus the other day.  The kid
who sits over there," he said pointing to where Damian was noticeably
missing.

"What happened?"  I asked feeling sick.

"Dunno for sure.  Heard that he tried to electrocute himself in the bath."

"Wow.  Is he alright?"

"No idea.  Just heard about it around campus."

I looked at Nate who was openly giving me the same face that I was already
feeling deep inside, but I chose not to show weakness, even though my whole
body went cold.  "Stupid fucker can't even do that right?" I whispered into
Nate's ear.

"Justin!  We did that.  This is on us," he whispered back.  "We pushed him
too far."

"Bullshit.  He did this to himself.  Tries to fuck me over and then can't
handle the consequences.  Good thing he didn't die though.  He needs to
make sure he clears my name first," I said sitting back feeling tough and
smug.

"What the hell Justin?  I may have only known you a short while, but this
hardly seems like you.  The guy almost died because of all this.  Maybe we
should call a truce."

"Sure, as soon as he recants on his statement.  Until then we're still at
war," I said trying to be apathetic in my approach, but feeling almost
sick.

"Dude, he tried to kill himself.  Maybe that's enough.  I'm sure he's
learned his lesson."

"Dude," I said mimicking him.  "He almost cost me my family because of his
bullshit lies.  I don't want to see him die, but I'm not backing down this
time.  I want him to understand that when you fuck with my family we fuck
you back 10 times harder.  They'll think twice about it in the future."

"We could go over to the hospital and see him.  Maybe he's had a change of
heart and will realize the mistakes he made."

"And what?  We all sing kumbaya, hold hands, kiss and make up?  Fuck no!
The only reason I'd go to hospital is to pull the plug and see he finishes
what he started.  I want nothing to do with him."

"Harsh," Nate said looking at me.

"Sorry, but that's just how I feel.  For the sake of a one night stand and
a quick fuck, he's affected our family where we can't being James home and
it may require that my brother move out with the twins."

The conversation ended quickly as I just wasn't interested in Damian any
more.  The rest of the day was uneventful except that Dickson, Tripp and
Nate came over to the house after class to hang out.  We went swimming and
of course were immediately joined by Blake as soon as he got home and
introduced himself to those he didn't know or couldn't remember.  I noticed
that he took every opportunity to check out their penises and make
comments.

"Blake, let's try to keep conversations above the waist.  Maybe on what you
did at school.  Things like that," I suggested.

"Okay, but I was just saying I'm only 12½ and my penis and balls are as
big as Dickson's when they're soft, and how old are you?"  He said looking
direct at our cute guest.

"I'm 19...and a half." he smiled.

"So when I get to be that old, I'll probably be much bigger.  That's all
I'm saying.  I didn't mean nothing by it, Justin.  " Blake commented as he
swam over to Kyle and climbed on his back for a ride across the pool.  I
noticed that by the time they got there Blake was rock hard, as usual.  I
know he really likes Kyle and we just ignore his boners as much as
possible, but in a pool full of guests we had to watch him closely.  He has
a tendency to act up a bit for them.  Blake got onto the pool deck with his
erection leading the way and turned and jumped back almost on top of Kyle.

Tripp looked over at me and said in a low voice, "He isn't like most 12
year olds is he? And he certainly isn't shy or worried about having an
erection."

"He lives in a house of gay guys.  He's probably seen more sex and erect
penises than most adults.  We just tell him it's normal as long as he's not
trying to stick it in someone that doesn't want it."

"So cool.  I wish my parents were that open.  I learned about sex like
everyone else.  In the bushes!" he snickered.

"That what horny best friends and brothers are for!"  I said as I reached
between his legs to take hold of his cock which was already half hard.
"Looks like Kyle isn't doing a very good job of looking after your needs."

"He does a great job, I'm just horny all the time.  That's why having two
boyfriends is better.  There's always one of us horny and ready to go."

"I hear you there!"  I smiled.

"I don't think Dickson is into the whole sharing thing.  He seems more like
a one boyfriend type of guy, but he's loosening up a bit, so we'll see."

I was going to make a comment about who was loosening who up and how, but
chose to leave it alone.  We swam around for a while before hitting the hot
tub.  Blake even climbed in with us feeling part of our group.  He sat on
my lap at one point and wiggled around on my crotch.  I whispered in his
ear to sit still.  In true Blake fashion he just turned and looked at me
with a huge grin.  "Why? Am I giving you a boner?"

"No!  You're crushing my nuts."

He reached under and felt my cock.  "No, you're getting a boner."  He
wiggled harder, so I threw him off to the side and he went to pester
someone else.  "Are you and Kyle gonna go have sex after this?"  He asked
Dickson who looked like a deer in headlights with the direct question.

Kyle came to his rescue.  "We might, but it's not polite to ask, Blake.
What adults do in the bedroom is their business."

"Why are you gonna do it in the bedroom?  Sounds boring.  Plus I can't see
anything in there."

"That's the point dude.  You see enough around here that you shouldn't."

"Whatevs.  Oh, Justin I emailed you my schedule for the next couple months.
I'm gonna be pretty busy so I thought you should have it so you know where
I am.  I also have some permission slips that you need to sign.  One is for
a field trip to the art gallery, another is for karate and wrestling, and
the Scouts are going to Victoria on Monday so I need to miss a day of
school."

"Wow, you really do have a lot going on.  Wrestling and Karate huh?"

"Yeah, I need to bulk up a bit and get some muscles.  Troy and Kyle said
they'd help me with the weights in the gym.  Cory is gonna do it too.  So
on Mondays I'm gonna be in wrestling, Tuesday is Scouts, Wednesday karate,
Thursday diving.  Friday is when me and Cory will hang out, maybe with our
other friends too and part of Saturday.  My job on Saturday night at the
pizza place, and I might have some Friday or Saturday sleepovers too.  But
Sunday I'm gonna spent it with you guys, unless I'm away for the weekend or
something."

"When do you have time for your girlfriend?"  I said trying not to smirk at
his planned schedule.

"Friday night or Saturday.  Also if one of the other activities gets
cancelled I can put her in that slot."

"What are you putting in what slot?"  Kyle grinned.

"Ha ha very funny.  I know what that means Kyle.  You're talking about her
vegina aren't you?"

"Va-gina Va Va," Kyle corrected.

Blake giggled as he stood up and thrust his hips forward.  "Va Va!  Ugh!
Ugh!"  Kyle grabbed him and yanked him back down.

"He really is all boy isn't he?"  Dickson commented.

"I'm sexy and I know it!"  Blake sang.  Kyle drowned him.  Problem solved.

We dressed and headed upstairs to join the others as we made dinner.  The
twins were playing with their toys and Blake went to help as we hung out in
the kitchen cooking.  Colin was still in his suit and looked so hot I
wanted to jump him, but figured if I did that everyone would want a piece
of him.  We did kiss though.  Our peaceful dinner was slightly shattered as
Travis began to cry loudly, almost shrieking.  Jason ran over to him and
asked what happened.  Blake just looked horrified.

"Blake!  What happened?"  Jason asked sternly to see if it was anything
critical.

"Ummm, Trevor hit Travis with a car.  I think it was just an accident as he
threw it at him.  It hit him in the forehead, maybe the eye."

Jason took a close look at Travis and as he was doing it, Trevor began to
cry.

"What's wrong with him?"  Blake asked.  I smiled and answered as I
recognized the symptom.

"He's just upset that his brother his hurt.  It's a twin thing.  Justin and
I used to do it according to your grandma.  We apparently copied each
other's emotions regularly.  We used to cry or laugh if the other one did."

"That's so cool!  Wonder if they do it all the time?"  He said.

"I know how your mind works, Blake.  No getting one to cry just to see if
the other will.  If it happens, just watch for it, but no provoking them."

"I know.  Geez.  I'm not stupid," he said sounding exasperated.  I'll put
money on the fact he tests the theory.

Alex came over and picked up Trevor.  It was gonna take a lot of energy to
raise these guys.  No wonder my parents have grey hair...having to put up
with Jason.

After dinner, Kyle and his boyfriends disappeared and I was a little
disappointed that they didn't ask me to join, but I had a good night with
everyone else.  Troy and `Marvin' texted to say they were out with friends
and wouldn't be home until late.  I suppose I had to get used to him being
away, especially if he was seriously considering moving out.  Blake handed
Colin and I all his permission slips and gave us a copy of the schedule
he'd emailed us.  As we signed everything he sat on the couch, with the
twins on either side of him, playing Minecraft on his iPad and the Wiggles
on the DVD.  Once we'd had enough of `Wiggling' we put on a kids movie.  I
still like cartoons and most movies now have adult appeal anyway.  I'm not
saying the Wiggles music is annoying, but after an hour of that, you're
almost begging for Justin Bieber.  THAT should tell you how bad it is.

"So are you sure you can handle a schedule this busy?"  I asked Blake as we
handed everything back to him.

"Of course.  I've got to keep busy to keep out of trouble.  That's what my
Mom used to say, so that's what I'm doing.  "She said idle hands are the
devil's playground.  Whatever THAT means.  Do devils really hang out on the
playground?"

"I think it's just a saying," I smiled, stopping short of telling him that
there was no such thing as the Devil and hell, or God and heaven, or
ghosts, Sasquatch, Santa Claus, a well behaved Rob Ford, or the American's
getting a gold medal in Olympic Hockey.  They were all just figments of
someone's imagination.

It was a couple days of normal before Damian returned to class and sat
quietly by himself.  He was quickly becoming a social outcast.  Word had
spread quickly about him.  Maybe Troy, Nate and I helped a little by
telling people what a douchebag he was.  After class he went to leave
quietly, but I went up and whispered to him.

"Next time you try to kill yourself you stupid fuck, get helium, a rubber
tube, plastic bag and tape. Put the bag around your head, insert hose, turn
on the helium and tape it closed.  Only an idiot would try to electrocute
himself in a modern house where the breaker would blow instantly.  Best you
get from 110 volts is a nice tingle all over.  Fuck, you're too dumb to
even do that right."

"Go to hell Justin.  I'm sorry I ever met you.  All I wanted was a gay
friend and you seemed nice at first.  Guess I was wrong."

"Holy shit, Damian.  I AM nice.  I thought you were cool too, until you
charged me with sexual assault.  All because you couldn't have me to
yourself.  I could have introduced you to hundreds, if not thousands of gay
guys if you'd wanted.  Hell, since coming to University, I've met tons.
You and I had sex, nothing more, nothing less.  If you had to be drunk to
lower your inhibitions, you wouldn't be the first, and you won't be the
last.  Christ, we could have been good friends.  I think you're really cute
on the outside.  On the inside, you're the worst piece of garbage I've ever
met, but if you can fix that, you'd have tons of friends."

"Whatever.  I'm done.  As soon as I can kill myself, I'm out of here.
Thanks for the advice.  Oh, by the way, I told the cops I lied and I
retracted my statement.  Sorry I caused you some much trouble."

"Yeah, I'm sorry too.  I just hope my life isn't irreparable because of
you.  Look, I'd never want to be your friend after this, but I don't want
to see you kill yourself either.  Go get help Damian.  You have so much to
live for.  So you fucked up, who doesn't?  Christ, life is about fucking up
and learning."

"It's over.  I don't have the money for tuition anyway, so I'd have a life
of serving burgers or greeting people at Wal-Mart.  Why bother?"

"Holy shit!  You're 18.  Grow a pair.  Who the fuck knows what they want to
be at 18?  I'm 21 and I still don't know, although I'm on the path.  You'll
make a great psychologist someday if you keep going.  Just learning from
this bullshit has given you insight into people.  Don't quit now.  Go to
the school financial office and ask for aid.  It's available."

"Could I borrow it from you and pay it back over time?"  He asked looking
directly at me.

"Are you high?  No fucking chance.  After what you did?  I wouldn't trust
you for one second, but it doesn't mean I want to see harm come to you, I
just don't want to know you.  Good luck Damian and trust me, life is worth
living as long as you learn from mistakes.  Go join a gay club or two and
meet a great boyfriend.  Just try not to screw him over like you tried to
do with me."

I walked away and met up with Nate who was hanging out a distance away.
"What was all that about?"  He asked.

"Just giving him advice on how to kill himself properly next time," I said
bluntly.  "Why waste the health system and taxpayer money on trying to fix
him?"

"JUSTIN!  I thought you were going to be a psychologist to help people."

"Who told you that?  Like I said before, I'm doing it to get laid more
often.  Lie someone on the couch, ask them to tell me how they're feeling,
hypnotise them and voila, a snap of my fingers and they'll be sucking my
dick on command."

"I really have no idea whether you're serious or kidding half the time," he
smirked.

"Why don't you come over to my place after class, lie on the couch and tell
me how you feel about that," I said as I put my arm around his shoulder.
"Look into my eyes.  You're getting tired..."

"You do realize we can never have a sleepover now, right?"  He chuckled.

"You say that now, but wait until you haven't been laid for a week, and you
know I'm just a request away."

"Yep, having a gay friend is gonna take some work," he said.

"Says the straight guy who hooked up with Tripp to double team a guy for
blackmail."

"Touché" he laughed as we made our way to meet the guys.  My mind was
still kind of reeling from my encounter with Damian.  On one hand I was
excited that he had recanted on his story and hopefully the whole mess
would be behind me, but on the other hand I was concerned that he might
actually kill himself.  I wouldn't want that, no matter how much I thought
he was a piece of shit.  He could change, maybe.  I wondered if I should
call someone or maybe talk to the professor, since he was a psychologist.
Not having graduated or anything, I'm pretty sure there's no Doctor patient
confidentiality thing going on here, so I could tell what I knew.  I just
realized I'm going to be a Doctor when I'm finished school.  Dr. Justin.
Dr. Masters.  I could hear it now... "It's okay, you can trust me, I'm a
doctor...muah ha ha."  Maybe I'll leave out the evil laugh at the end and
the pinky in the side of the mouth.  I should get a cat to stroke though.
Where do you buy those white lab coats and a stethoscope and those things
to put in the ass to pry them open?  No, not dildos, those metal clamp
looking things that you can spread to see right inside someone's hole with
a flashlight.  I should get one of those if I'm going to be a doctor.  I
know what people will say; that I don't need those things as a
psychologist.  I know that! But I WANT them.  Plus I could get some
sleeping gas and a chair with stirrups and stuff.  A doctor type, not like
the one in the adult playroom at the house.  That would just be unethical.

My mind then turned to what I should do next to confirm what Damian had
said about changing his statement, so I called Sam to tell him what I knew
and see if he could find out anything.  He said he'd look into it and get
back to me as quickly as possible.  Somehow I knew that `as quickly as
possible' was going to feel like a thousand years, so I tried to
concentrate on normal things and checked out boys, as I hung out in my
classes.  At lunch I told Kyle what had gone on and he gave me a big hug.
The rest of our group seemed interested but didn't know the full story
behind what had gone on.

"I'm glad it's over.  Are you worried that he'll try and kill himself
again?"

"Yeah, kinda, but I didn't start this so I really have nothing to do with
it if he does something drastic.  He's not part of our lives anymore and I
don't want anything to do with him.  Let's forget him and go back to
normal."

"Agreed.  Did you let Colin know as he has lots of people working on the
problem?"

Shit, I hadn't yet.  I picked up the phone and called him.  He was as
thrilled as I was.  "Do you have any spare clothes with you?"  He asked
randomly.

"I might have some in the car, why?"

"You might want to go down to the basement washroom with a pair of pants
and a shirt."

"Why?"  I asked suspiciously.

"Just trust me on this," he said.  "I'll call Sam and see if we can't move
this along now."

At this point I felt proud of myself.  "I already did, and he already is."

"Sweet.  Now we can get James home to Jason and Alex.  Did they tell you
that the house across the street that they were looking at changed their
minds and aren't selling now?"

"No.  How come you know about it before me?"  I said feeling a little upset
that my twin wouldn't have told me first.

"Only because I helped with the financing on it and they called to let me
know it wasn't needed anymore.  But I have a surprise for them if they want
it.  I bought the house next door."

"The Bower place?"  I asked really shocked.

"No, the other way.  That run down piece of crap eyesore."

"It's hardly an eyesore, just an older house on a massive piece of land."

"Well, it won't be for long.  I'm tearing the house down and building a
better place for Jason, Alex and the kids.  What do you think?"

"I think they'll love it.  But why can't they keep living with us?  We have
plenty of room and the problem with Damian is over so James can move in."

"No problem at all. The house would feel empty without them, but they did
say they needed a place of their own, so I thought maybe we could do what
we did at the old place.  We build a separate house, knock down the fence
between our properties and make it one giant yard.  We'll connect the
houses again with a proper hallway and from the outside it'll look like two
homes, but from the inside it'll be one massive place.  We could put a
tennis court, maybe a pool guest house and a waterslide.  A play area for
the kids.  Things like that."

"Wow!  When did you come up with all that?"  I asked.

"Just something I thought about when I realized we could buy the property.
I had a designer draw up some plans and it would increase the value of both
properties by more than double.  Seems like a wise investment and we could
keep the family together while still letting them have their own space.
I'll bring the plans home and we can look at them tonight and then tell the
guys.  You up for that?"

"Fuck yeah!  This is awesome. They'll be stoked."

"I thought of something else too, if you want.  We could remodel the upper
floor of our place and invite J.P. and Ryan to live there."

"I'm not sure they'd go for that.  I think they like having their own
penthouse."

"Well, Ryan has been struggling for money a bit, so if they rented it, that
would be income for both of them and they could save it up and help with
their bills.  A penthouse in Downtown Vancouver like that could rent for 4
grand a month."

"Jeez, you really do know how to make money, don't you?"  I laughed.  Is
there anything you can't do?"

"I can't see through walls or turn myself invisible...yet," he laughed.
"I'll make some calls and see what we can do about putting this Damian
thing to bed for good.  See you at home tonight, babe."  He air blew me a
kiss, and I returned it with double kisses.  I'm such a romantic I make
myself sick sometimes.  Or it may just be someone I ate.  He reminded me to
go to the basement washroom.  I hung up and excused myself from our lunch
group and raced to the basement after stopping at the car to grab a pair of
pants and shirt.  The old washrooms were hard to find as it was basically
an unused part of the building, but I did locate them and entered.  As the
door clicked shut, someone called out.  I immediately recognized the voice.

"Hello, is someone there?"  He asked.  I tried to change my voice slightly
and answered in a terrible British accent.  "Do you have any spare clothes?
Buddies played a joke on me and left me in here naked," he lied as I could
hear him sniffing and obviously wiping away tears.

"I have a pair of pants and a shirt, mate.  Is that okay?  Do you need
anything else?"

"No.  I have shoes and socks, so I'll be okay as long as I can get to my
car which is where they said they'd leave everything."

"Gotta love frat boys," I said trying to sound normal.  "I was going to
donate these clothes anyway, so just keep them."  I said pulling them out
of my backpack and throwing them over the top of the stall door.  Then I
realized that once he was dressed, he was coming out and would see me.  I
bolted out of the washroom and raced back upstairs to the lunch group.

"Where did you go?"  Kyle asked.

"To the bathroom," I answered honestly.

"Took a while.  Relieve a couple straight boys of their stress loads?" He
teased loudly.

"Yeah, your exes.  They said I was better than you, so they wanted to come
by."

"Ouch, burn," laughed Rory.

"What are you laughing at?"  I said looking at the straight boy and licking
my lips.  "You're next."

Kent snickered and shook his head.  "I should take you over to my place and
introduce you to my homophobic parents.  Their heads would explode at how
you talk.  It would be the coolest thing ever.  Especially if I said we
were going up to my room to study."

"That's how it starts," I said shaking my head sadly.  "Straight boys
turning tricks on the street just to survive."

"Huh?"  He said looking at my quizzically.

"Your parents kick you out thinking you're gay.  You end up on the street
begging for change and realize it's not enough to survive on.  You go gay
for pay to make more money and before long you realize you like it and get
a boyfriend, move in together and adopt a pocket dog named Bailey."

"You really don't think like everyone else do you?"  Kent said shaking his
head and taking a drink of his fruit smoothie.  Just that drink alone was
going to start him on the trail away from the dark side.

"He's definitely unique," Kyle said coming to my defense.  At least I think
it was defense.

"That could be my drag name, `Justine Unique'", I said throwing up my hands
with flair.

 "Or just Unique," Nate offered.

"Oh my god, girl!  No!  Everyone would think I was ripping off Glee.  I
have to be more `Unique' than that."

"Wanda Unique," Tripp yelled out.  "I can hear it now.  "The Wanda Unique
experience!"

"Oh god, I love it!"  I laughed.  "Not that I'm into drag, but that would
be so cool."

"I'd do drag," Tripp announced not surprising anyone.  "I could be
Philamena Kavity.  Cavity with a K."

"Or `Wilma Wholefit', "Kyle suggested.

Everyone got into it after that.  Throwing out names like Ella Fitzpatrick,
Amber Alert, Carlotta Cox, Ivana Bendover, Layona Chesterfield, Ivana
Hugankiss, Sharin Peters, Emma Roids, Ida Clare, and Anita Ramsbottom.
This went on for a while until we started losing the plot and the straight
boys threw out irrelevant but dirty things like Harry Ballsack and Anita
Pussy, Major Lee Hung, Dick Cumming and it continued.  We couldn't stop
ourselves as it was just too hilarious.  I don't think Tripp got his drag
name, but we all bonded over funny names.  It began to come to an end with
Tripp Overcock, Dickson Bottoms, Kent Throwwood and Linda Hand.  Robyn
Hearts was good, but they thought Robyn Wood might be better.  I had no
idea my friends all had such dirty names.  I wonder if I should tell Colin
his is Colin Oscupy...maybe I'll just keep that to myself.  `Justin
N. Ehole' wasn't that funny though.  Well, just a little funny.  The best
one of the day was `Dickson Tripp', which brought everything to an
immediate end.  By the time we stopped laughing at how appropriate it was,
it was time for the afternoon classes.  More boring Psychology stuff and I
really didn't know if I was learning a lot, but I kinda liked the
University life.  So many parties to go to or events to attend, most of
them for straight people.  You feel like an outsider being invited into a
forbidden and strange world, especially when straight boys get so drunk and
wild and try to outdo each other at things and competitions.

I headed home with Kyle after class as I had promised to take Blake
shopping for new clothes.  Probably the only 12 year old I know that wants
to go shopping for clothes.  We went to the mall and as we entered he saw
am Asian girl with a surgical mask over her face.

"Why is the lady wearing a mask over her face?  Is she sick?"  He asked in
a rather loud vice.

I didn't even blink as I answered him inappropriately.  "No, she's just too
ugly to be let out in public.  So they cover her face."

An older guy close to me snorted a laugh. "Good one dude.  I gotta remember
that," he said as he kept going.

Blake looked at me curiously.  "Really?"

"No, not really.  I dunno why she's wearing it.  It's maybe because she
still thinks she's in China and doesn't realize our air is safe to breathe.
Honestly it's fucking stupid, but don't repeat that.  Just believe it's
because she doesn't want to get her girl cooties on everyone."

"Cool.  I definitely don't want those.  But not all girls have them.  My
girlfriends doesn't."

"Then she probably doesn't need a mask.  The really infected ones wear
black outfits covering their head and only allow their eyes to be visible."

"That would suck," he said as we headed for his first choice of store.  I
should probably add that whole conversation to the bad parenting column,
but I think that shit is as stupid as people who drink bottled water in
this country.  We have some of the best water in the world and these idiots
are spending more for a litre of it than they do a litre of gas, then they
throw the bottle into recycling and think they're doing something for the
environment.  Oh my god, get a fucking brain.  Run your water through a
filter if you're that paranoid, pour it into a reusable container and drink
yourself silly.  If they only realized that there are no regulations about
bottled water and tons of regulations to make sure the water from the tap
is safe.  So people wearing masks in Vancouver are either too ugly to be in
public, escaped convicts, or about to commit a crime.  Why else would you
hide your face?  Sure, if you're a teenager you might add zits to that
list, but that's it.  It's sure not a fashion statement.

"DAD!!!"  Blake yelled at me.  "Are you listening?  I asked if you wanna go
get an ice cream first?"

"Sure dude.  Get lots of them," I said absentmindedly.

"Seriously?  Can I have like tons and tons and maybe all different
flavours?"

"Sure...what?  What comes in flavours?" I said looking at him.

"Oh my god!  Spoiler alert, I wanted ice cream."

"Right, sorry.  Sure, good idea.  Nothing like a bucket load of ice cream
before dinner."

"I know, right!  Awesome.  I want bubble gum, cotton candy and Oreo
flavours.  What do you want?"

"I'm thinking cherries jubilee and rum raisin."

"Does that have real rum in it?"

"No, I don't think so," I smiled as I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Then I'm sticking with my flavours. Yours sound boring."  We grabbed the
ice cream and sat watching the mall as we ate them.  Mine may have sounded
boring, but he wanted to taste them anyway.  I had to admit the ones he
chose were pretty good.  I almost wanted the bubble gum one.  By the time
he was finished I wasn't sure whether to have him wipe his face or have a
shower.  He still ate ice cream like a kid despite his need to grow up.

Our first stop after ice cream was the West49 store which was all cool
skate type clothing.  From there it was shoes, underwear and funky colored
socks.  I didn't know you could grow out of socks, but he said they had to
match or it would just look stupid.  We couldn't have him looking stupid
now could we?  As we hit the Guess store, I smiled as I saw a familiar
face.  I was sitting on the bench waiting for Blake to try on some black
cargo pants as Malcolm strolled by and said hi.

"Wow!  Great seeing you again," I beamed as I fist bumped him.  "How's the
job going?"

"Slow at the moment.  I only get a few on call shifts.  I hate it when that
happens as I have to watch every cent to make sure I have enough to pay the
bills.  I'm still saving up for University so I'm just out looking for a
second job," he said.

"What are you gonna study to be?"  I asked.

"A teacher," he replied quickly.  "I'm good with kids and I think it'd be a
good fit for me.  Probably start off with the early childhood education as
I can get a job doing that before becoming a full teacher.  Then move up
into elementary and eventually take on the secondary school."

"Sounds like a good plan.  Not sure I could handle being a high school
teacher though.  Maybe you'd eventually be a professor at a University."

"That would be the ultimate goal, but for now I think I'd be good with the
younger kids.  At least they'd listen to me.  To get any respect from older
kids, I'd have to be older myself."

"True.  I have some experience there.  Just out shopping with my son," I
told him.  Then as if on cue, Blake emerged from the dressing room.

"So how do these look, Justin? I think they're baggy enough that you can
see my underwear, but tight enough you can see my manliness," Blake asked
before he realized that there was someone with me.

"Your manliness, huh?  Malcolm, this is my son Blake.  Blake, this is
Malcolm."

"Hey, hi.  I remember you from the hotel.  The waiter dude right?"

"Good memory.  And if you want an independent opinion.  Those pants look
great on you, especially with those runners.  You'll be cool for sure."

"Thanks!"  Blake grinned.  "Do they show off my bum okay?"  He asked
turning around and bending over slightly.

I was used to this, but Malcolm hadn't been expecting it.  He stammered a
bit and then smiled.  "They look just about perfect on you.  No point in
telling Blake that they were so baggy that you didn't even know he had a
bum, but why go there.  It would just create more Blake type antics.

"Sweet.  Okay, I'll take them.  Should I wear them home?"

"How about saving them for school.  Take them off and see if there's
anything else you like," he went to unbutton the pants in front of us.  "In
the change room, numb nuts," I said, swatting him on the ass I couldn't
see.  He snickered and ran off to the dressing room holding his pants up.
I looked at Malcolm.  "You want someone to practice on?  You can take Blake
for a month.  That should cure you of being a teacher."

"Are you kidding?  He seems great.  I like a kid with a personality."

"He has lots of that allright.  Sometimes too much personality.  He needs a
leash and a muzzle at times."

"I can hear you, ya know," Blake yelled out of the change room.  "Muzzle!
You need a penis muzzle!" he said loudly.

"Okay, enough Blake.  We're in public," I warned.  I lowered my voice.
"Are you sure you don't want him for a month?  I'll rent him to you
cheaply.  Between Blake, his best friend, and Jason's three year old twins,
and a seven year old, it can be quite a handful."

"You sound like you need a Manny," he laughed.

"A Manny?"  I asked curiously.

"Yeah, a male nanny.  Would look after the boys and give you some free
time."

"Like a male Mary Poppins," I smiled.

"Exactly.  Spit Spot ole chap!"  He said in his best British accent.

"So how much you want for him?  I'll come back in a month and pick him up
or pay you for another month," I joked.

"I can still hear you, Justin!" Blake yelled.  "You can't sell me anyway,
I'd be super expensive `cause I'm way too cute!"

"I think you'd only be super expensive because you'd be hard to get rid
of," I yelled back.

"You wish!"  He called out as he came from the dressing room.  "Everyone
knows I'm a chick magnet.  Plus I'm a totally amazing wingman."

"Do you even know what that means?"  I asked smiling.

"Not exactly, but I'm pretty sure it has something to do with sex.  You
have me around being all cute and tons of guys will talk to me to get to
know you.  Are you two wanting alone time?" He said smiling at Malcolm.
"Cause if you give me the credit card I can go shopping and just meet you
somewhere?"

"No, we're not wanting alone time Blake, and there's no way I'd give you
the credit card.  We'd be broke in under an hour."

"As if!  Plus my job here is done.  You have to take it from here.  I can't
be expected to do everything.  I'm only 12."  He ran off to check on some
other clothes after leaving me with the pants he'd tried on.

Malcolm was trying hard not to crack, but after Blake left he looked at me
with a huge grin.  "He may not know what a wingman is, but he actually
seems like a pretty good one.  Is he seriously trying to get you laid?"

"As we keep telling people, Blake has absolutely no filter and I think
because we are all so young and haven't had to raise him from a baby, he
just thinks he's one of the guys and does what we do.  God he's had more
sex at 12 than most 18 year olds."

"Really? He's had sex already?"

"Yeah, but I'm not sure how he sees it.  I think he just figures its boys
fooling around.  He has a girlfriend but hasn't figured out what to do with
her yet.  He mainly just fools around with other boys."

"Isn't that curiosity normal at their age?"

"Probably, but with Blake everything is always bigger than normal.  I think
boys his age just check each other out or jerk off, but he's done
everything two boys can do together and seems to like it, so I don't know
whether to stop him, or guide him.  Trouble is he always pops up when you
least expect him surprising us constantly."

"Who pops up all the time?"  Blake said coming up behind us causing Malcolm
to burst out laughing.

"I rest my case," I said ruffling his hair.  "Now picture that while you're
having fun with someone, and not just once, but constantly."

"Are you talking about me?  You know if you just lock your door, or didn't
do it out in public I wouldn't see nothin'.  You don't catch me and Cory
making out in the middle of the kitchen."

"Point taken and subject changing," I warned.  "Did you find anything else
you'd like?"

He handed me a few patterned t-shirts that were pretty awesome.  "Wow,
those are great.  Do they have them in my size?"

"Oh my god, they're not for old people, Justin!  You gotta buy your own
stuff.  How lame would it be if we dressed the same?"

"I think it would be cute," I said to tease him.

"Oh God, he has mental disorder.  How will I ever show my face around
school anymore?"  He said as he wandered off shaking his head.  I knew he
was kidding, but I really did like the shirts.  They were totally the style
I'd wear.  So whether he liked it or not, I would buy clothes like that.

"Looks like you have your hands full with just him, and you said you have
how many?"  Malcolm asked.

"At home currently, just three, but the fourth should be coming soon and
when Blake's friend Cory stays over it makes five."  I realized just how
big our family was getting.  All of a sudden I actually felt sorry for
Jason and Alex.  I only had Blake and he was about twice what we could
handle.  But at least he could look after himself most of the time.  The
twins were kind of the needy type.

"Well it was great seeing you again," Malcolm said. "But I should get going
as I gotta find a job soon or I'm gonna lose my place to live."

"I thought you still lived at home."

"No I live with two roommates.  I moved out at 17 when my parents divorced.
But I still have to pay my share of the rent and food and stuff.  You have
no idea how expensive things are."

He was probably right there.  I didn't.  "So how much does a Manny make?
You should take your own advice and do that if you like kids.  It would a
great place to start to see if you really like them enough before spending
all that money on University only to find out you can't stand them.  Plus
you'd earn money while learning about kids.  Best of both worlds."

"Yeah, but you usually have to have references and since I don't have any,
I'll have to stick with the minimum wage jobs for now until I have a
degree.  Nice seeing you again, Justin.  Give me a call if you are ever
bored and want to hang out.  I enjoyed it last time."

I smiled and walked with him to the front of the store where Blake was
pacing around the shelves picking out bling for himself.  "Oh finally!" He
said.

"Nice to see you again Blake," Malcolm said.

He smiled and said goodbye.  Once he was gone Blake looked up at me.  "He
so wants you ya know."

"And just how do you know that?" I said putting my hand on his shoulder as
we made our way to the checkout.

"I know what I know.  He totally would have had sex with you if you asked
him."

The checkout girl gave us a strange look.  I ignored her.  "Don't misread a
situation or it could get you into trouble."

"Oh please.  He was giving you sexy eyes.  You probably wanted him too.  I
know you, ya know."

"Okay.  Let's change the subject to something more appropriate.  Like where
would you like to go next?"

"Quicksilver.  I need some other shirts and maybe a jacket.  Oh and maybe
London Drugs.  I need some more Kleenex...if you know what I mean!"  He
grinned, giving me his evil look.  He's such a little shit sometimes.

At Quicksilver he tried on a shirt that was great but about three times too
large, for even me.  "That's too big," I told him.

"That's what she said," Blake replied surprisingly.  Just what are they
teaching in his school?  That's what she said...  Ha!  That's what HE said,
if anything!

By the time we got home he had more new clothes than most kids have
clothes, period.  But he couldn't wait to show them all off to everyone and
he'd even made sure we bought some toys for the twins that he could give
them, which seemed to make them super happy as they gave him a hug.  Of
course with Blake nothing is just as simple as showing clothes, he had to
give us a fashion show to make sure we knew which items went with other
items.  I have to admit, he had style.  Even when it came time to modelling
underwear, he hadn't bought normal 12 year old boring stuff, he had bought
some pretty cool ones.  I made note of what I liked so I could buy some
myself.  When he got older I could easily see us sharing clothes, although
don't tell him that.  He asked where Troy and `Marvin' were and Kyle told
him they were out for the night with some friends, so he said he'd give
them their own show when they got home.  Apparently he likes being a model.

We all gathered in the living room after the twins were in bed and Colin
spread out the blueprints for the new house.  It looked impressive.  There
were lots of lines and shapes and words on it that I couldn't make sense
of.  For all I knew it was upside down, until he began pointing things out.
The house would have all the usual stuff, plenty of bedrooms, kitchen,
bathrooms, living room, etc., and then some cool stuff.  I loved the double
grand staircase and the room identified as the study, which was explained
as a placed for the boys to go to do homework.  Then there was the
elevator.

"They get an elevator?" I pouted.  "How come they get an elevator?"

"Colin patted me on the back and laughed.  "They get one because we're
building the house from scratch.  If we'd built this house, it would also
have an elevator.  Their house will be attached to our security system with
the same lockdown ability, but it can also be separate if it needs to be."

I was sure glad I didn't have to figure out how to make it all work.  It
seemed super complicated and if something glitched it would take the entire
Geek Squad to fix it.

He turned to the plans for the yard.  "This will be the new outdoor pool,"
he said pointing to a very large t-shaped area.  Part of the `T' went under
a `U' shaped overhang of the new house making it almost like an indoor pool
that we could use even in the rain.  At the end of it was a hot tub.  Then
at the long end of the pool was a large waterslide and multiple diving
boards.

"So where is our pool?"  I asked looking at the plans.  He smiled and
pointed to the area where it currently was.

"I figure we don't need three pools, so we'll cover ours over and make it
into a tennis court," he suggested.  I was okay with that since the new
pool had a waterslide and was twice the size.  Blake was excited about the
diving boards so he could practice more.

"And what's this?" I asked pointing to an oval shape on Jason's side of the
yard.

"It's a running track, with a hedge maze in the centre of it.  The hedge
will light up with different colors at night."

I laughed.  "Who the hell is going to run on it?"

"We can all get healthier if it's convenient to do sports," he said.  I
think he just called me fat.  Bitch.

"What's this space?"  Jason asked pointing to the one page that looked
basically blank.

That's in your basement, on the same level as our playroom and it's a full
gymnasium, but I have two thoughts that I wanted to discuss," he said as
flipped the page over and showed the same thing but with more to it.  This
one has a slightly smaller gym and a bowling alley."

"Fuck off!  A bowling alley!"  Kyle exclaimed.  "Can I move over there?"

"Yeah, fuck off!  Can I come too?" Blake giggled sitting right next to
Kyle.

"The houses are attached at two levels; the main floor through a hallway
and at the basement through a set of double doors that can be closed from
either side and sealed.  That way if we ever sell we can remove the
connections and have two separate houses."

"This is so cool.  Just like the last house only on a much bigger scale," I
smiled.

"Much much much bigger scale," Colin beamed.

"How long will it take to build all this?"

"Well, that's up to you guys and one of the reasons we are going over the
plans.  If I put a massive team on it, we can have it done in two months."

"The guys on TV can do it in a week," Blake offered.  "Can we call them?"

"It's a little different in real life, but two months is really fast for a
build like this.  I also have another surprise since we're going to spend
this kind of money," he grinned wickedly as he flipped another page.

"What is it?"  Blake asked as we all looked at the plan.

"It's an underground garage.  We take one of our single garages and install
a car elevator.  It lowers the vehicles down to the main parking area where
we could add a couple dozen more cars if we want.  It would be under the
front yard of this house so it's going to be a bit noisy while they build
it.  It's vented and air conditioned to keep the cars dust free.  It could
also have a pit area so the cars could be worked on by a mechanic instead
of having to take them somewhere.

"Just like Ironman's house," Blake said excitedly.  "Will we have a super
fast exit tunnel?"

"No, just the elevator, but it'll be fast enough," Colin promised.  Blake
didn't look impressed after that, but I certainly was.  We were turning
into the rich and not yet famous.  I didn't think we needed more cars, but
Colin had pointed out many times that it would be nice to get some of his
cars brought up from California, so this was something for him, and I was
on board.

"God, I think Kurt would die for this job," I smiled.  "So let me get this
right.  Jason and Alex get an elevator, the cars get an elevator and I have
to walk?  Then you're building a running track.  What are you trying to
tell me?"  I pouted.

"Awww, is someone feeling insecure?"  He teased.  "Exercise never hurts to
keep us in shape and build our stamina."

"Sex does that to," I reminded him.

"So is there anything you want to see added to the plans?"  Colin asked
everyone.  There were some small tweaks made, especially as it related to
the new bedrooms for the kids.  Each one had its own bathroom already, but
we added a connecting door between the twin's room and James' room which we
thought they might like.  We decided that the large island in the kitchen
should have a part which could be adjusted to the twin's height as they
grew.  Also it was originally a fixed island, but Jason thought it might be
a good idea to have a movable one.  We also added some cool LED lighting
around the house to be able to change colors and of course save energy.

"I don't know how we're going to pay for this yet," said Jason, "Is there a
total cost on it?"

"Not yet, but we should be able to do the build for under a million four,
not including the land or landscaping.  But by the time we're done the
house will be worth 5 million easy," Colin replied.

"Yeah, we could never afford that," Jason said.

"You don't have to.  The only cost is the building of the house and actual
land.  Roughly two million is all it would be with the land.  The garage
renovation and landscaping are covered already.  You have money coming in
from the club and Grind'r, and when Alex is a paramedic you'll have two
incomes.  It'll be easily affordable.  Plus it's not like if you miss a
payment we'd foreclose.  It's all paid for in advance.  We sign an
agreement, you pay back what is owed plus a small interest to cover the
cost of the initial money and this would be yours in no time.  No strings
attached.

"Yeah, plus even if something happened, I have enough money to pay it out
for you anyway," I said to Jason.  "You're my brother and we look out for
each other."

"Then I guess we're in," Jason smiled as he looked at Alex for confirmation
and got a hearty agreement.  We celebrated by going downstairs and having a
game of pool and foozball together.

That night I lay in bed talking to Colin as I played with his penis, and
pitched the idea of having a Malcolm as a Manny to look after the kids.  We
were getting pretty good at having sex and carrying on meaningful
conversations.  Even blowjobs didn't slow down the talking.  I'm just that
talented.

"I like the idea of having someone around, especially now that we are going
to build the other house and keep everyone around.  We can't do it alone or
you and I will never have time together.  But are you planning on hiring
him to be an actual employee or and do work around here, or are we planning
on screwing him every night?"

"Yes!"  I said emphatically.

"That's what I thought," Colin chuckled as he rolled on top of me and began
kissing my neck, then worked down my back until he got to the top of my
ass.  He spread my cheeks and I felt the cool breeze race up my crack and
tickle my hole.  Then it was his tongue tickling the same place followed by
his finger.  I think he was searching for something, and I sure as hell
wasn't going to guide him to find it as I was squirming all over the bed
enjoying the finger probe.  He decided to go deeper and placed his penis
against my ring and inserted himself.  That just feels so right with him
inside me.  We made love for the better part of an hour and after he
planted garden in my ass... (In case you need a definition of that.  A seed
starts a garden...so it was gonna be a very large garden), we snuggled
together and kissed until we fell asleep in each other's arms.  I still
think I could be happy if we had nothing except each other.  I feel so safe
with Colin and he's always good to me.  I like to think I'm good to him
too, but I could always be better.  The morning seemed to arrive quickly
and Colin had woken up first and was pressing his morning wood against me.
I smiled to myself and wiggled my ass up against him.  It took about 5
seconds for him to enter.  Now that's a morning wakeup call.  "So, if you
want to go ahead and hire Malcolm as the Manny, I'm in," he said as he
gently fucked me.

I turned to give him a kiss while making sure his cock stayed in place.  "I
can feel that `you're in'," I said being a smart ass. "Should we have a no
sex clause with him?"

Colin laughed loudly, almost deafening me.  Then he just couldn't stop.  In
fact I think he laughed so hard he laughed his cock out of me and rolled
onto his back in hysteria.  I'm not sure what was so funny.  "What?"  I
asked.  He continued to laugh and I think we must have attracted attention
as Blake ran in in his underwear and jumped on the bed and started to
giggle too.  He bounced on both of us, so of course we had to wrestle with
him.

All of a sudden he groaned and curled into the fetal position.  "Oohhhh!
You kneed me in the man zone," he complained.  "I think they're permanently
damaged.  You're going to have to kiss them better."

"Now there's a giant gap between reality and fantasy," I said ruffling his
hair.  "You'll be fine.  Just take some deep breaths."

"You could rub it to make it feel better," he suggested.

"Or we could just have them removed so they don't hurt anymore," Colin
suggested.

He jumped up, squealed, bounced off the bed and ran for the door.

"Seems like he recovered from his injury pretty quickly," Colin remarked as
he pulled me into a hug.  "I don't think you need a no sex clause with
Malcolm.  Something tells me that by the time he puts the pen down from
signing the agreement, you'd be balls deep in him."

"Hey!  You liked him too," I said trying to defend myself.

"True enough, but we have to remember he's here for the kids not us."

"Well even the help needs time off," I smiled.  "So how much should we pay
him?"

"Since we want him to be a live-in, you should offer him the bachelor
suite, all meals and say $25,000 a year to work a regular 5 day week.  If
he works an extra day, we'll pay $500 as overtime. Plus he can have use of
the SUV to take the kids around."

"We should probably invite him over and introduce him to the kids to see if
they all get along before we suggest anything directly."

"See, you are smart," he grinned as he jammed his tongue down my throat.

That always shuts me up.  Colin and I showered together, which always takes
more time than showering alone as we thoroughly help each other get clean.
Plus there are plenty of times when it just turns to sex and then of course
it takes even longer.  This morning was one of those times.  While I was
fucking Colin, Troy strolled into the bathroom and stood in his underwear
just watching.

"You two are always so cute together," he said with his hands down the
front of his shorts.

"Hey, `morning Troy," I said as I kept sliding in and out of my husband.
"Where's the boyfriend this morning?"

"At work already.  He had an early call."

"So he left before you got any?"  I smiled.

"We slept in...so yeah."

"Well don't just stand there.  Get in here," I told him.  He quickly
shucked his shorts off and exposed his 7 incher and strolled in with us.
Colin didn't have to be told what to do as he turned and went down on my
little brother.  That's what I like about this house.  You can just wander
into a room, see someone having sex and join in.  None of us have any
hang-ups or anything.  If we want privacy, we'd lock the door, but we
rarely did that.  The more the merrier.  One thing I did notice about Troy
was that he was letting his pubes grow a bit.  Normally we were all shaved
smooth, but he looked like he hadn't shaved in a couple weeks.  They were
nicely trimmed though and his balls were smooth.  A good look on him.
Colin sucked him off as I fucked and it was just a great way to start the
morning.  At least it was until Blake wandered in fully dressed looking
like a million bucks.

"Hey!  No fair.  How come Troy gets to be in there?"

"Go down for breakfast.  We'll be there in a minute, Blake."

He shook his head.  "Everyone but me.  My penis is just as big as an adult.
I can't wait until I'm 16.  Then I'm gonna be able to participate in all
the fun stuff around here."  He stood just watching and rubbing his crotch,
obviously enjoying what he was seeing.

"Blake!  Go downstairs please.  Not appropriate for you to be in here,"
Colin said as he took Troy's cock out of his mouth.

"It's appropriate.  I'm learning to be a grown up," he replied as he turned
and left the bathroom.

"I think he must have cameras on all of us as he sure seems to know when to
show up at the exact moment we don't want him around," Troy smiled.  I
pulled out of Colin and turned him around so that Troy could fuck him next.
No point in letting his morning boner go to waste.  I helped him and once
he was fully in, I went around in front of Colin so I could kiss him.  I
felt Troy's hands grab my hips and pull me closer as he worked hard at
getting himself ready to unload.  I licked down Colin's chest making sure
to stop and say hello to his nipples and dropped to my knees in front of
him.  I think we should frame that picture.  Colin's tight smooth balls and
hard-on with a vision of Troy's balls behind him.  I reached between his
legs and took hold of Troy's balls, which fortunately he'd still been
shaving.  I gripped them firmly, as he fucked Colin, and pulled down a
little to give him some added pleasure.  Then I did the same to Colin with
my other hand and pulled his cock into position so I could suck on it.  I'm
not sure what happened next but I think Troy shot his load right through
Colin and into my mouth as I had a blast of sweet cum just as I felt Troy
tense up and grunt and press hard against Colin as he shook violently.  I
smiled as I swallowed fast to make sure I got it all.  It's my protein
loading for the day, so you can't waste it.  Troy wasn't quite done as he
fucked for another minute before finally pulling out.  We showered
ourselves clean and then both Colin and Troy dropped to their knees and
shared my cock between them until I gave them back the cum that they had
given me.  Great, now I'm going to need to have breakfast to replace the
protein.  We joined everyone in the kitchen and Blake just gave us a
sideways knowing grin, but he was smart enough not to say anything in front
of the twins who were scarfing down Cheerios by the spoonful.  There was
more food on the outside of them than on the inside, but they seemed
oblivious.  We talked to Jason and Alex about Malcolm, and they were in
favor of it.  Blake wasn't as receptive as he said he didn't need a
babysitter and could look after the twins, but once we explained how much
work it was, especially when James finally arrived, he agreed as long as he
could still be allowed to help.  During the day, I made a call to Malcolm
to invite him over to the house and he accepted, although I didn't tell him
the real nature of my call.  I'm sure he was thinking it would be a repeat
of the servicing he got in the hotel room.

Sam phoned in the afternoon, and as soon as I saw the caller I.D. I was
excited as I'd been anticipating his call.  I answered quickly.  "Justin,
Sam.  I just wanted to keep you up to date on the progress of the charges.
It does look like Damian recanted on his statement and most of the charges
are going to be dropped."

"Most of the charges?" I asked noting his choice of words.

"As you know, the Crown still has the final decision whether or not to drop
charges, despite what the witnesses or police say.  It's not like American
Television where the accuser can simply refuse to press charges and
everything is neatly wrapped up in 60 minutes.  Once it's in the hands of
the Crown, it has to follow a natural progression.  They will not be
pressing sexual assault charges against you, which is certainly the most
serious, however they are still looking into the underage drinking and
whether or not you participated in giving him alcohol in the club.  That
could be enough to still get you a criminal record, but not enough to be
considered a sex crime.  It would however still affect your ability to
foster more children, or have James moved into your house, as you would be
deemed to have been inappropriate with a minor."

"You're kidding?"  I exclaimed.  "He used false identification from his
brother to get in the club and because they look similar, there is no way
we could have known.  Neither the club or me.  Anyone would have bought him
drinks."

"I agree, and I suspect if I turn up enough heat, they'll drop it.  I just
need to make sure you're okay for me to pursue this as I will be ramping up
the offensive against Damian.  After what you told me about him, I wouldn't
want him to do something fatal.  If we file several charges of our own for
him being in the club underage, fraud, and defamation for starters, we
could bury him in court for years to come.  It might mean that the crown
wouldn't drop things against you until they see the outcome of our cases."

"Isn't there another way?  Jason and Alex can't wait years to have James
come live with them, and it's not fair to James either."

"I will start by trying to convince the Crown that it's in no one's best
interest to pursue criminal charges, but maybe so that they can save face,
we should agree to pay a hefty fine for serving alcohol to a minor.  It
admits guilt, but nothing criminal.  We could offer the penalty and promise
to ramp up security and work with police closer."

"Then that!  Do that!" I said emphatically.  "Whatever fine they want, I'll
pay it personally.  I'll even agree to pay for the extra security in the
club myself.  Whatever it takes to make this all go away."

"Okay, let me get to work on it.  But if they refuse, where would you like
me to take this?"

"Do what you think best Sam, but whatever path we take, it has to be in the
best interest of Jason, Alex, James and the twins."

"I appreciate that, but you're my client and it's your interests I serve.
There is one other option, but I'm not sure you'll like it.  You could
plead guilty to a lesser charge that doesn't involve a minor.
Unfortunately anything you plead guilty to could open you up to a civil
charge from Damian and has the possibility of you paying him damages."

"Shit!  See what the Crown wants to do first.  I'll happily pay a fine for
allowing a minor in the club.  But I'll have to think on the other thing."
I hung up and wanted to punch something, or someone.  Where is Damian when
you really need him?

The day was almost over when I got another call from Sam.  This time I
wasn't as excited as the first time.  My stomach was in knots, but I
answered.  "Justin, Sam again.  Good news I think.  The crown has made an
offer with three conditions.  One is that the club pay a $50,000 fine.  The
second is that you agree to plead guilty to a summary conviction of
providing excessive alcohol causing public intoxication.  They will give
you one year probation and after that an absolute discharge and purge the
record."

"How would this affect the problem with James?"

"In this case it won't.  Because it's not an indictable offense, all
evidence of this charge will disappear after one year, providing you don't
get charged with anything else.  You don't have to be fingerprinted or
spend time in jail.  It's simply a matter of appearing on court, pleading
guilty, paying a fine and walking out.  For a year, you'll have a criminal
record, but after that it'll simply go away and be like nothing ever
happened.  The Crown prosecutor also said they would be willing to seal the
charge for a year so it doesn't appear, providing that nothing else happens
within the year.  If it does, they would re-open the file and use it
against you to press more serious charges on a second offense."

"What do you think I should do?"  I asked as I was a little confused.
Sounded like I was about to become a criminal.  I should get a teardrop
tattoo and a metal cup to bang on the bars.  Maybe some striped pyjamas.

"If there wasn't the sense of urgency with the other family members, I
would even entertain this, but under the circumstances and the direction
you're giving me, it seems like your quickest option.  We have Damian on
all sorts of lies and falsehoods, including the transfer of identification
for purposes of gaining underage services.  That in itself would get him
six months in jail if we pushed hard enough, using all the evidence we have
so far on how his actions affected your lives."

"You mean fake I.D. can get you six months?"

"In this case he took his brother's identification and passed himself off
as someone else to gain access to an age restricted area.  Then used that
persona to gain your trust for sex.  It is an indictable offense, yes."

"Wow.  If we fight, how long would it take?"

"With the courts the way they are and the back log.  Considering this is
now a minor crime, we could probably get a trail in a year, maybe 18
months."

"So I can plead guilty now and it's over, or wait 18 month to fight with no
guarantee of a better result."

"No guarantee at all when it comes to court, however it's my professional
opinion that there is no way we would lose based on the evidence, and the
fact that all other charges have been dropped.  The charge would be
contributing to the delinquency of a minor by providing alcohol for the
purpose of sexual interaction."

"That sounds more serious when you say it like that.  If I lost, it sounds
like I'd get a sex charge."

"Would be hard for them to prove any of it as there is no evidence and with
the story having changed, it throws credibility issues on Damian, and I
would move for the charges to be dismissed."

"God, this is so confusing.  What would you do if you were me?"  I asked
almost begging.

"I'd fight and clear my name, but with your family situation, perhaps
taking the plea deal would be the best option.  It could be over before we
even get to court for a trial if you chose the other route."

"Then let's do that.  I'll plead guilty to the charge.  Anything to help
Jason and Alex bring James home."

"Is that your final decision?"  He asked.  I felt like I was on "Who wants
to be a Millionaire Criminal?"  I'd like to phone a friend Meredith.

"Yes, that's my final answer, Regis."  I said trying to add some humor.  He
said he'd get to work on it by trying to get the whole thing dropped first,
but ideally could expect it to be wrapped up in less than a week.  "You
said there were three conditions.  What's the third?"

"Oh, just that you would also pay a fine of $10,000.  Figured that was the
least of the issues."  I agreed but I was still pissed about it.

I immediately phoned Colin, who was less enthusiastic about it than I was.

"I think you should fight and win," he said bluntly.  "Why should we let
scum like that get away with this?  Does Sam think that taking the deal
will open us up to a lawsuit by Damian for damages?"

"Possibly," I admitted but I was itching for this nightmare to be over.

"I'll call him and see if we can add more pressure to the Crown.  We pay
him enough to make stupid shit like this go away.  Not to have you charged
with a criminal offense that you didn't commit."

He sounded pissed so I let him vent, and after he hung up I wondered if I
was going to be going to trial after all.  Maybe they'd send me to a prison
island by myself for a year.  Maybe I could hang out at Bare Island and
live like a hermit until this was over.  It was really too cold to go
skinny dipping there right now, so this would be a real punishment.  As I
was thinking to myself, Nate and Tripp came up and jumped in front of me.

"Hey blondie bitch!"  Tripp said excitedly.  "We're going over to Nate's
after class.  You coming?  We have a surprise for you?"

"A surprise?  Dickson is going to let me ram my monster cock in that tight
little ass of his?"  I smiled knowing it was a fantasy and nothing more.

"Better.  The girls have agreed to give Nate a three-way with them," he
grinned wickedly.

"How is that better than me fucking Dickson?"  I asked putting my arm
around Tripp and pulling him close.

"Because the three-way is on the condition that Nate has a three-way with
us first and we video tape it for them as proof."

"Will the girls be there?" I asked confused.

"No, they said once they have proof that Nate was with us, they would give
him a private session."

"Why not just show them the video of you with Damian?"  I smiled.

"Cause they said I had to take a cock up the ass for it to count," Nate
said with a small smirk.

"And you're okay with this?"

"Meh, short term pain for long term gain.  What the hell.  You guys do it,
how hard could it be? I'm willing to experiment, and I trust you guys.  I'm
probably not going to like it, just to give you some advance warning, but
at least I can say I did it."

"Sure, it'll make a good tweet and Facebook entry," I joked.  "Taking my
first dick up the pooper.  Luvin' it! Smiley face tongue out."

"It's gonna hurt isn't it?"

"With Tripp? no.  Me?  They'll hear you scream in outer space.  But don't
worry it won't hurt us at all.  We'll be fine.  Trip can open you up for an
hour and then I'll take over for the next two hours.  Then we can maybe
have a short nap to let you recover before we DP you for the finale," I
said trying not to crack a smile.

"DP?"  He asked with a frown.

"Double penetrate.  Trip lies on his back and you straddle him and sit on
his cock and then lean forward so he can kiss you.  Then I'll get behind
you and push my cock in as well and we both fuck you together.  It's the
only real way to get you fucked properly."  I looked over at Tripp who was
almost killing himself trying not to burst out laughing.

"Seriously?  Guys do that?"

"Sure.  It's tons of fun."  I didn't tell him it was incredibly difficult
to do and hurt like a bitch, but then we were just teasing anyway.  "Once
you were finished with that, we'd let you suck and fuck both of us, just to
be fair."

"That might be a bit extreme for me," he said nervously.  Tripp finally
couldn't take it and cracked up.

"Dude, we're just shitting with you," he said putting his arm around Nate's
neck.  "If you really want to try it so you can get with the girls, we'll
take it real easy.  Who knows, you might like it and want to do it again if
we do it right."

"I doubt that, but hey, you only live once.  This goes on the extreme side
of my bucket list," Nate admitted.

"So you sure you want to do it so soon?  Don't you want to think about it
first?" I asked.

"Dude if I think about it, I'll probably chicken out.  I trust you, so
let's just do it and I'll be on my way to a three-way with two hot chicks."

I think my dick liked the idea and Tripp noticed and as grabbed my package.
"Looks like someone is ready now.  Check it out Nate, this big cock is
anxious to get inside you."

Nate shook his head and grimaced at the thought.  "What the hell am I
doing?  Just to get laid.  I gotta get a girlfriend."

We laughed and headed off to our respective classes.  I wondered if this
was the girl's way of getting me some additional action.  Looking out for
their GBF.  Wondered what sort of things I'd have to do for them in return.
I could see it already.  I'd be naked in a room full of girls while they
all explored my body to see how boys worked and would be used as a sex
slave for days.  Just the thought of it made me shudder.  I texted Kyle to
tell him what I was up to and he asked if he could join in.  I texted Nate
and Tripp who thought it would be good to have a fourth to run the camera
and switch back and forth, so I texted Kyle again and told him.  He gave me
three different smiley faces to show his excitement.  We agreed on a place
to meet and I tried not to think about it for the rest of the day as it's
really uncomfortable to sit in class with a massive boner.  I looked around
my Psych 300A Behaviour Disorder class to see if there might be anyone
looking at me.  I was sure that my pheromones were spraying everywhere and
I didn't need an orgy to break out right now as I'm pretty irresistible
when I'm horny.  I know what you're thinking, I'm in a behaviour disorder
class having thoughts like this and looking for someone that might like a
quickie.  Ironic?  I think not.  Now I gotta get back to scanning the room
for hot boys with boners.  Did you know that most guys my age get boners
regularly and you can spot them by the way they adjust their packages.  My
job in my behaviour disorders class is to find that disorder and cure it.
I think I was learning stuff in these classes, but I guess we'll find out
when I get a license to probe people.  Probe people's minds I meant.

I almost raced for the exit to get our next activity underway.  Kyle and
Tripp were already there talking and it was now just a matter of waiting
for the guest of honor.  Kyle said he was enjoying his aviation classes and
I could just see him competing with Virgin Atlantic one day soon.  Why
would you name a company `Virgin'?  Doesn't that indicate they have a lack
of experience?  They should call it Justin Atlantic.  That would show they
have lots and lots of experience.  As we talked, Nate arrived and we piled
in the car to head to his place.  He was a little quieter than usual, which
probably showed just how nervous he was.  First things first when we got
there, he gave each of us a beer as we chilled for a few minutes.  We
downed them quickly and Tripp started things off by going behind the couch
and leaned over Nate to grab his shirt and pull it off over his head.  Kyle
took the hint and dropped to his knees and unfastened Nate's pants and
pulled them down leaving him in just his underwear.  Then they both did the
exact same thing to me.  Kyle pulled Nate up off the couch and we all
headed over towards the bed.  Tripp grabbed the video camera and things
began.  I slid my hand into the back of Nate's shorts to squeeze his
cheeks, before gently lowering them.  He wasn't hard at all, probably from
nerves and the fact that he hung out naked all the time anyway.  Tripp
decided to work on Kyle and stripped him fast.  He was obviously horny as
he dropped to his knees and sucked Kyle into his mouth in one quick move.
He was the only one still fully dressed, so I bent over to grab the bottom
of his shirt to yank it up over his head.  He almost resented moving off
Kyle's cock so I could pull it away.  I turned my attention back to Nate as
he stood there naked.  I stepped back and pulled the front of my shorts
down to fish out my cock.  I tucked the waistband under my balls and
stepped up so that our cocks were touching and stared him right in the
eyes.  He gulped and I could see he was extra nervous.  We didn't say
anything as it really wasn't necessary.  I reached slowly for his penis to
put it together with mine and stroke both of them.  He began to respond
slowly.  Since we were all going to fuck him, I figured he should get the
whole experience, so I leaned in and put my other hand behind his head and
pressed our lips together.  I think it surprised him a little as he tried
to pull back but I held his head firmly.  At first he didn't open his
mouth, but with my tongue pushing firmly, he gave in reluctantly and opened
slightly.  Just enough for my tongue to get in and open him up.  Once that
happened his resistance and nervousness seemed to subside. I'd be an
amazing Borg, adding all these straight boys to my collective.  Resistance
really is futile!  I continued to kiss him as I stroked his cock which was
now fully hard and resting alongside my own.  I noticed from the corner of
my eye that Kyle had taken the camera and was filming us as Tripp undressed
down to nothing.  He was already hard.  Big shocker there!  If you don't
get the concept of sarcasm...that was sarcasm.  If my tongue hadn't been
down Nate's throat, I would have laughed as Tripp bent over and tried to
back onto Kyle's cock.  Who's supposed to be fucking who here?  Kyle kept
the camera going and aimed it down his body filming himself entering Tripp,
who moaned in pleasure.  Nate glanced over and I eased back, taking my
tongue out of his mouth to let him watch.  I moved aside and pushed Nate in
front of Tripp who was bent at the waist.  He took hold of Nate's hips, and
as if scripted, took Nate's cock down his throat.  A spit roast had begun.
I took the camera from Kyle and went around the scene to capture
everything.  I liked this.  I think I'll be a porn producer.  As I moved
the camera down close to Tripp's to get a good view of him taking Nate's
cock, I licked a finger and ran it down Nate's ass crack and tapped his
rosebud.  I was so looking forward to getting into his hole.  I zoomed in
on the action and then pulled back to go under Tripp and show him being
fucked.  This went on for a bit and I got rid of my shorts so we were all
naked.  I handed the camera to Kyle as he pulled out of our resident bottom
boy and separated Nate from his action.  I turned him to face the bed and
bent him over so his hands were on it.  I kicked his legs apart and pulled
his ass cheeks wide as Kyle zoomed in to get a good shot of the tight pink
hole.  He had hair on his crack, so I told Tripp to run and get the shaving
cream so we could take care of it.  Nate tried to argue, but was quickly
told to shut up as I reached between his legs and pulled his cock towards
me so I could lick the tip.  Kyle wasn't missing any of it.

I'll skip through the boring stuff of how we shaved Nate smooth and got
carried away and got rid of his pubes and pits too, despite his
complaining.  It just made for better video anyway.  We let him fuck Kyle
to help warm him up first.  Then one at a time made him suck each one of us
off in order of size.  I went last due to my jaw stretching monster.  I was
the first to bury my face in his ass and give him an amazing rimming which
he almost made him jump off the bed.  He was squirming so much that Kyle
had to hold him down while Tripp taped it all.  It was so much fun rimming
him and seeing his reaction that I almost forget we were going to fuck him.
We had to slow down a few times as he said he might cum.  Straight boys are
so easy, but it probably didn't help that we were jerking him off at the
same time.  Give `em sex and the whole guy on guy phobia seems to fall by
the wayside.  I fingered lube into him and found his inside tunnel to be
super smooth and slippery.  I totally wanted to take his cherry, but having
the biggest cock and no dildos handy to open him up properly wouldn't have
been as pleasurable for Nate, so we agreed to let Tripp go first as he
wasn't quite as big as Kyle or myself.

"Just relax and take deep breaths and as soon as he begins to enter, push
out gently and let him in," I instructed.  "Tripp will go slow until you
get used to it."  He nodded and dropped his head to the pillow as Tripp got
behind and lubed up his cock.  Kyle moved into position with the camera and
we watched closely as Tripp added pressure against the ring to begin his
entry.  Nate tensed up, so I reminded him to relax and breathe as I rubbed
his back.  Tripp held Nate's hips and pushed until the sphincter opened and
it swallowed his tip.  I don't think Trip had topped very often as he
gasped almost at the same time that Nate did.  They both paused to get used
to the sensation before continuing. Kyle captured it all and I could see
the `Grabby' award now.  I went to the pillow and got myself in front of
Nate so he could place his head between my legs and suck my cock.

As Tripp pushed in harder, Nate jumped and bit my cock slightly.  "Dude!
Watch the teeth.  Cock is sensitive," I laughed with a warning.  The room
was silent and you could hear the cherry pop as the cock entered.  I think
he was so straight and such a virgin that there might have been multiple
cherries popping on this one.  Kyle straddled Nate and aimed the camera
down at the fucking going on.  Then Tripp reached up to swallow Kyle.  Our
initial three-way, with a cameraman, was now a four way.  Tripp didn't fuck
Nate for long and when he pulled out, he took the camera from Kyle who took
his place and entered quicker and deeper.  Then it was my turn.  You could
hear the dramatic music as I headed for his used hole and got into
position.  I flipped Nate onto his back and put his legs on my shoulders.
"This is going to go in a lot deeper, so keep breathing," I warned again.
Nate wasn't hard and had a look of great pain on his face as I began my
drilling of his ass.  Tripp was catching it all and followed my cock until
I was balls deep.  Nate put his hand on my thigh a few times to slow me
down.

"How's that feel?"  I asked wickedly, knowing how full he would be feeling.

"It hurts a lot," he admitted "feels like I have to take a dump, but I'm
okay."  He's so graphic.

I smiled and changed positions so I was more on top of him and began to
fuck harder and faster.  His face showed the pain each time, and I felt his
ass tighten as I pushed forward.  Kyle took up position behind me and
entered my ass so that I was in the middle.  I rocked back and forth
between the two of them as Tripp captured it all.  I couldn't take it
anymore and blasted Nate full of my hot cum.  I waited until I was fully
drained before pulling out as you don't want to waste good cum.  Kyle went
back in and dumped his load in with mine.  Nate was almost worn out and
complained that he might not be able to walk for a week.  You gotta feel a
sense of pride when you fuck someone hard enough that they can't walk.
Straight boys just can't handle it like a gay guy.  Tripp and me sucked
Nate off as Kyle recorded it, and as the straight boy blew his load, I
aimed his dick at Tripp's face to make sure he got the protein for his
skin.  The only one who hadn't cum was Tripp so we gave him what he likes
best.  We had him get on all fours over Nate's head and I summoned the
energy to fuck him.  I didn't get as hard as with Nate, but Tripp didn't
seem to notice as he moaned and fisted his cock wildly.

"Nate, open your mouth and let Tripp blast a load down your throat," Kyle
told him.  Nate looked over with that expression that says `you're kidding,
right?'  As if we kid about sex.  Tripp announced he was about to cum and
Kyle put his hand on Nate's jaw to press it open just as Tripp fired his
load into the open mouth.  The look was priceless as the straight boy took
the full load.  You could see he was just holding it there waiting to spit
it out.  That isn't very friendly, so we encouraged him to swallow it.
With the horrified look on his face you'd think we were asking him to eat
pussy or something, but we made him swallow it anyway.  The whole thing had
been caught on tape for all eternity, or until they came up with a new
media format.  I ended the session by lying beside Nate and kissing him
again.  Tripp ran to clean up and we took a break.  We were going to let
Nate fuck all of us, but he said he'd had enough, and admitted that he
probably wouldn't do anal again, but might consider being the top another
day.

"After all that, those girls better hold their end of the bargain.  I'm
gonna fuck them all night long just to prove I'm still straight.  My ass is
never going to be the same again.  I think I feel a breeze blowing up it,
and just for the record... that fucking hurts.  How can you guys do that
all the time?"

"It gets easier the more you do it, and once you've had your prostate
stimulated you'll want it again.  I know you say you won't, but trust me,
you will.  Maybe not from a guy, but the cucumbers and carrots should be
terrified right about now.  Hopefully you'll ask one of us though," Kyle
told him.  "Wanna edit the video or just show the girls the raw footage?"

"I don't really want to see it," Nate admitted a bit sheepishly as he
headed to the bathroom to clean up.  I followed and without asking joined
him in the shower.  He didn't argue.  We were back to just being two naked
guys hanging out.  In my mind I was thinking he may not want to see the
video, but it could easily become our family movie night full length
feature (after the kids were in bed and Blake was fast asleep).

We had another beer as we chilled for an hour and sex wasn't mentioned once
except to talk about Nate's pending date with the girls.  He seemed pretty
excited about it, overly excited if you ask me, considering there wasn't
going to be another guy there.  Kyle and I dropped Tripp off at home and
returned to find everyone else already at our place preparing
dinner. J.P. and Ryan were also over as it was the next episode of `Blurred
Lines' tonight.  That show was almost going to be as interesting as
KyleUnplugged, but at least I wouldn't have to worry about getting caught
with this one.  I still missed Kyle's journal as it let me into his mind.
I've been inside every other part of him, so I don't know why I'm not
allowed in his journal. I'm thinking I should write a journal and let
people into my mind.  I'll bet I could easily write more than all the Harry
Potter novels combined.  The twins were setting the table, one item at a
time.  At this rate it would be breakfast before the table was ready, but
they were enjoying helping.  It was a good meal, and while I did the dishes
the rest of the gang went downstairs to play for a bit as the twins needed
to burn off steam before bed.

I almost laughed when I got down to the lower level and found Trevor hiding
under the laundry basket.  We have one of those plastic one with all the
holes in it.  He had it over top of him with his hands over his eyes.
"What you guys doing?" I asked Jason.

"We're playing hide and seek," he said shrugging.  The room didn't exactly
lend itself to hiding anywhere, but what do I know.

I lowered my voice.  "Trevor does know the laundry basket is see through
right?"

"I'm guessing that the rule is if they can't see you, you can't see them.
Don't worry, they last about two minutes and then call out asking if we're
looking for them."  As if to prove his point, Travis yelled from under the
pool table.

"Daddy, you gotta look for us now!"  They really hadn't mastered the
concept yet.

I grinned as Jason went in search of everyone.  From where I was standing I
could see the whole lot of them.  This was the worst game of hide and seek
ever, but the kids were having fun.  The only two I couldn't see were James
and Blake, but from the movement in the ball pit, it didn't take a Mensa
member to figure it out.  It looked like they were both in there together
making their way from one side of the pit to the other.  One by one,
starting with Alex, Jason found everyone.  We decided to go upstairs to get
the boys ready for bed and as I headed for the door, Travis took my hand in
his.  I was going to tell him that I was Justin, but with his thumb in his
mouth and those big eyes looking up at me, it seemed pointless.  Trevor had
Jason's hand and it was definitely the picture of the week.  Each twin had
a Dad twin of their own.  OMG, how cute is that?  Blake came up and held my
other hand and stuck his thumb in his mouth and looked up at me with his
big green eyes.

"Really?  That's your move?" I asked smiling.  He giggled and let my hand
go and raced over to Kyle and tackled him full speed into the ball pit.
From there it was a kid tossing competition, as James joined in to help
Blake and the twins didn't want to miss out so they jumped in.  Small
people were flying everywhere.  Kyle called in reinforcements, so the rest
of us went to help.  That lasted until we were exhausted, and surprisingly
it was the adults who wore out first, not the kids.  Great, I'm turning
into my Dad.  Next I'll be taking back pain medication and hitching pants
up around my underarms while I do a hair comb over.  We finally took the
boys upstairs and as Jason and Alex bathed the twins, James went to play in
Blake's room.  It was good to see the two of them getting along.  We left
them alone to have `brother' time, but he did return for the story for the
twins before going back to play with Blake for a couple more hours until it
was bedtime.  He insisted that he was old enough to take his own bath or
shower and Jason let him as long as he didn't lock the door.  Seemed a
solid compromise.

Blake came down and joined us in the media room as we got ready to watch
the next episode of `Blurred Lines'.  "The kids are in bed finally.  Who
wants a beer?  Root beer?"  He laughed.  We all agreed that a drink would
be nice.

There had been a few weeks break in the show, probably to wait for the
ratings or something, or maybe all the upcoming holiday shows bumped them
off.  It was only a few weeks until Christmas so everyone was focused on
that.  I wasn't, but everyone else was.  The show opened where it had left
off with Kriss' (J.P.) Mom yelling for dinner.  Kriss sat down and the came
panned back as two others joined them at the table.  It was being very
careful not to give anything away yet, except the fact the Kriss had two
siblings.  I assumed they were using look alike doubles as I don't remember
going to the set to shoot this, and I'd probably remember something like
that if I'd done it.  The meal progressed with the usual banter about how
the day went and what they'd got up to.  From the conversation, it was
obvious that all three boys went to different schools.  The groundwork was
being prepared.  On more than one occasion, the camera shot to the face of
J.P. as he talked.  Again it was made to look like there was serious
continuity issues as the clothes he was wearing were different in a few of
the shots, just subtly, but enough that you noticed if you were paying
attention.  It was only a collar shown, or a slight variation in what he
had on his arm.  One had a watch, the other had a fabric wrist band; the
third had a ring.  It was well done and if I hadn't known that J.P. was a
triplet, I would really have thought the show was fucking up big time.
Once dinner was over Kris stayed to dishes and the other two boys took off.

At their school the next day, the saga of Kriss being seen with another
girl, and a boy, flare up again as both `Marvin' and Wendy's friends say
they are watching him as they don't want Wendy to get hurt.  Kriss just
smiles and shrugs it off assuring them he would never hurt her.  The scene
changes to later where `Marvin' and Kriss are out on the football field
with Ryan and Lucas.

"I thought you were a lacrosse player," I said looking over at J.P.

"Apparently Kriss is a Lacrosse player and a football player," he smiled.

"And a playa player," Alex laughed.  "Dating two girls and making out with
a boy.  You slut!"

"I don't get this show," Blake said.  "But I like seeing Uncles J.P., Ryan
and Lucas on TV.  It's fun.  Can I be on TV too?"

"Maybe," J.P. said.  "If they have a guest role for a kid maybe you could
audition."

"Sweet!  I'll be the bad ass who creates all the trouble," he said looking
tough.

"So basically you'll be yourself?"  I asked, and got elbowed in the gut.

`Marvin' was the quarterback and the camera panned in as the guy in front
of him bent over and he got behind the guy to play with his ass.
Apparently it's the snap.  I dunno who came up with this game, but I like
it!  The play was called and I almost jumped as Ryan and one other guy
flattened `Marvin' like a pancake.  I could almost feel the hit myself.

"Sacked the quarterback!"  Ryan said as he high-fived the guy.  `Marvin'
lay there not moving.

"I know how to sack the quarterback," Alex said as he backhanded Jason in
the nuts.  Blake laughed and went for me.  I was way ahead of him on that
and whacked him first, but lightly.

"Great they've killed `Marvin'," I said smiling.  "Why is it always the
cute boys that get killed off first?"

"Saunders, shake it off and let's go again," said the coach. `Marvin' just
lay there.  The team headed over to him with the coach pushing his way
forward and telling them all to give him some air. "You hurt boy?"

`Marvin' opened his eyes and looked up.  "Maybe just a broken back, arm,
groin and leg.  Other than that I'm okay coach," he groaned.

"Good.  Griffin, help him up and take him to the nurse for a bandaid and a
soother.  The rest of you get back on the field."  Kriss helped `Marvin' up
and he put his arm around him as he helped him limp across the field toward
the school.

"Seriously Scott, are you alright?"  Kriss asked.  At least I now knew that
`Marvin's character was named Scott Saunders and Kriss' last name was
Griffin.  I'd have to make notes.  He helped him into the locker room and
Scott got out of his pads and jersey leaving him shirtless.  "Holy shit
dude.  Look at that bruise," Kriss said looking at is side.  "I probably
should take you to the nurse."  That's the good thing about cable TV, they
don't edit out words or most nudity.

"Nah, I'll be okay.  I just fell wrong and think someone's knees got me
hard.  I just need a few minutes to catch my breath.  Help me get to the
shower and I'll be fine.  He took off his football pants leaving him in his
jock.  You got to see some side butt cheek as the camera pulled back and
Kriss helped Scott to his feet.  You got to see a little ass crack as the
jock strap was removed and Scott moved into the shower, but nothing major.
Just enough to let you know he was naked.  Kriss stepped back to give him
some privacy.  At one point Scott faltered and almost fell.  Kriss rushed
in to help him, still fully dressed.  He helped him out of the water and
back to the locker area.  He ran to get towels and sat beside him as he
took off his own wet shirt. This was the required hot shirtless guy scene.
I wanted the camera to pan down so we could see between his legs, but I
knew that wouldn't happen as long as the characters were playing 16 year
olds.

"Get dressed.  I think you should have that looked at in case something's
broken or you have internal bleeding," Kriss told him.  You could see
Scott's eyes checking out Kriss closely, and while the show was still being
subtle about it, it was obvious that Scott was taking in details of his
shirtless team mate.

Kriss got Scott's clothes for him and told him to wait a few seconds and
he'd have a quick shower and change.  Again, Scott watched his friend
undress and run to the shower, again with a little butt showing.  Moments
later they were dressing and heading to the nurses office.

"That sucked," I said to `Marvin'.  "You should have made a move.  Given
him a kiss on the cheek or something."

"I don't write the script, I just act it out," `Marvin' said as he went
over and sat next to J.P.  "Thanks Kriss, I appreciate you helping me out
today.  By the way you have a great looking body and a hot cock.  Wanna
blowjob before you take me to the nurse's office?  I could use a stiff one
right now as I think I'm overheating."

"It think it's better if we take your temperature anally instead of orally.
We'll get a better reading," J.P. laughed as the played out the re-written
scene for us. `Marvin' lay down and J.P. moved on top of him and dry humped
him to complete the scene.  Blake thought that was hilarious and ran to
jump on both of them.  The whole interaction only lasted a couple of
minutes and then it was back to the show.

"I like your version better," I told them.

"It's the Showcase channel so it'll pickup eventually," `Marvin' promised.
I couldn't wait for the sex scene between `Marvin' and one of the triplets,
but it was more likely to be a scene between Kriss and Wendy first.  Not
that it mattered as it would be J.P. in both roles.

It turned out that nothing was broken after the visit to the nurse, just a
bruised rib, probably from the fall and the guys jumping on him.  She
recommended he go home and take it easy.  Both guys were excused for the
rest of the day and Kriss helped his friend home where they hung out in
Scott's room.  At one point Scott was lying on his bed with Kriss was right
beside him throwing a football into the air above them as they talked about
girls.

"So does your sister talk about me at all?"  Kriss asked trying to pump his
new friend for information.

"No.  She doesn't talk to me about things like that, and ewww, as if I'd
want to hear it, but dude I still don't trust you with my sister.  Not
after I saw you with that other girl."

"You can trust me, I promise.  It really wasn't me with another girl.  You
probably saw my brother.  We look a lot alike."

"Well it sure looked like you.  How many brothers do you have?"

"Two.  Total pains in the ass sometimes, but we all go to different schools
so that helps."

"Why?"

"Kevin goes to a private school.  He's a bit of a genius type, and Keith
goes to a performing arts school.  He's really into theatre and stuff like
that.  Wants to be an actor.  Personally I just think he's taking being a
drama queen to a whole new level."

"And you got stuck with public school?"

"I like public school.  With normal everyday people that aren't trying to
be something they're not."

"You have been to our school right?  Everyone is trying to be something
they're not.  Jocks, nerds, emo, plastic chicks, and so on."

"Yeah, but they're at least into what they're into.  The other schools, I
dunno, they seem more fake...if that's a thing."

"Whatever floats your jizz man.  Wanna play Xbox for a bit, since we have
the rest of the day off school and shit?"  The two guys sat up and played
games while the show turned to the girls and other characters as they built
each one up.  The following day, the other football players including Ryan
and Lucas, gathered around Scott to see how he was and to make plans after
school.  They said that a group of girls wanted to go out later and they
all figured it would be a good place to hook up with them.  When Scott
asked where, the two guys pointed to a poster for a stage show announcing a
production from the Burnaby School of Fine Arts being put on at a local
venue.  I guessed that that was the school that Keith went to and where the
worlds would collide.  I wasn't wrong as the show ended with a group of the
students going to the production including Scott, his friends, Kriss and
some girls.  The show was careful to pass quickly by Keith several times
giving you teaser glances of him, until the final scene of the week was a
full on shot of him on stage with the rest of the cast.  Scott and Wendy
looked at each other in disbelief as the end credits rolled.  The teaser
for the next week showed a lot of drama between Scott, Kriss and Wendy.  It
was going to be good as it showed Scott sitting at the table in Kriss'
house with his family.

"Oh this is getting good.  Now I wanna know what happens next week," Jason
smiled as he looked at J.P. and `Marvin'.  "We'll torture you until you
tell us!"  That started a whole wrestling and tickling adventure.

After we sent Blake to bed, the rest of us just hung out and the
conversation turned to Christmas.

"How are we going to work it this year?"  Alex asked.

"I think because of the kids, we should have Christmas day here and on
Boxing Day we can each do our own thing," Jason suggested.  "Santa will
need to know where to find the boys and we could invite our parents,
Sheila, Cory and Mary over as part of it."

"Offer to let them spend the night, if you want.  I'm sure Cory would love
that.  We'll also have Ben and Reece over too," Colin said.  "Then on
Boxing Day we can fly to California to be with my parents."

"While we're there, we can visit Troy and `Marvin'," I said excitedly.

"Sure, that would be great.  Boxing Day isn't a holiday in the States, so
that would be perfect," `Marvin' said.

"We could stay the week and then maybe fly to New York for New Year's Eve
and watch the ball drop," Kyle added.

"Or you could stay with us and wait for your balls to drop," Troy laughed.
"We'll tie lights on them and have a countdown, then whack them with a
bat."

"Now you're confusing the ball drop with a piñata party," `Marvin'
chuckled as he put his arm around Troy.

"It'll be a new tradition," Troy said as they kissed.  They were so perfect
together, but if `Marvin' ever hurts him, he'll be tied up and locked in
the panic room for the rest of his life.  I can promise that.

"Just for the record, I don't think I'd like that tradition," Kyle admitted
smiling.

"We'll have to make this an extra special Christmas since it'll be the
boy's first one without their Mom," Alex said quietly.  We all agreed, but
Christmas was usually special around here anyway.  "Seems like we have a
plan.  Anyone have any ideas what to get for anyone.  Who needs stuff?"

"`Marvin' and I need clothes," Troy suggested.

"The kids will be easy," Alex said.  "Toy, toys and more toys.  But let's
keep it reasonably simple and inexpensive.  They really don't need to
become spoiled."

I wondered if that was shot at Colin and me about Blake.  That kid had
everything known to man, including his own Lamborghini, and over a million
dollars in the bank, and he was only 12.  But I don't think he was spoiled,
just fortunate.  We all headed to bed eventually and I was now getting
excited about Christmas although I had no idea what to get anyone.  It
always stressed me out.  We should just have a Christmas orgy and call it a
day.

As we were almost ready to leave, the gate buzzed and the guy who spoke
said he was with city planning so I let him in quickly.  After all, people
with city planning have mental disorders and you don't want to get them
upset.  If you think I'm wrong about their disorder, just look at most
cities and you'll realize I'm right.  Like here in Vancouver, there are no
major roads into downtown, just side streets.  Who does that and then
wonders why traffic is always backed up?  City Planners...  Who paves a
street, then comes along and digs it up to put in a sewer line and leaves a
big scar down the new road?  City Planners...

"Good morning.  Are your parent's home?"  He asked as I answered the door.
I smiled to myself and decided to have fun with this.

"Probably.  They hardly go anywhere," I answered honestly and invited him
inside.

"Could I speak to them please?  We are responding to the request for
construction on the property next door and need to go over the plans," he
said politely.

"Uh, sure," I agreed as I pulled out my cell phone.  I called Dad and stood
there as it rang.  "Hi Dad, it's Justin.  Some guy from city planning is
here and wants to speak with you."

"With me?" My Dad said sounding confused.

"That's what he said.  He's over at my place and asked if my parents were
home, so I figured you were and gave you a call."

"You really haven't changed much have you?  You're still a smart ass," my
Dad said catching on immediately.  He should, he lived with me long enough.
"I'll play.  Go ahead and put him on."  I grinned and handed the phone to
the city guy and watched as he talked my Dad.  Then he looked at me and you
could see the embarrassment in his face.  As he talked Colin came over and
put his arm around me.

"What's going on?"  He asked.

"Dunno.  This guy is from city planning and wanted to know if my parents
were home, so I put them on the phone so they could talk to him.  Seems
weird why he'd come over here to talk to Mom and Dad.  You'd think he'd go
over to their house."

Colin laughed.  The guy hung up the phone and handed it back to me.  "I'm
sorry about that.  I just assumed that this was your parent's house," he
apologized.

"Nope.  This is our place," I said introducing him to Colin and the two of
them went into the living room to discuss `parent' stuff.  That felt good
and I wondered who else I could mess with today.  I hadn't seen Blake
surface yet, so I strolled to his room, knocked and entered.  "Hey buddy,
you ready..."  I stopped short.  He was naked on his bed with his feet over
his head against the wall sucking his dick.  He saw me approach and pushed
away from the wall and lay flat on his back with his wet erection standing
up like a flag pole.  "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt," I said not sure
what else to say.

"That's okay.  You've seen me naked before," he replied casually.  "I was
just practicing so I could make more money."

"I don't follow.  You were sucking your own dick.  How does that make
money?"  I said not really cluing in, and almost immediately regretted
asking.

"Easy.  Did you know that most guys can't do it?  Can you suck your own
penis?"

"Not really," I answered.  He didn't need more than that.  I can get the
head to my lips, but not much more.  I admitted to myself that seeing him
suck his dick all the way down to his balls was quite a talent.  I'd been
trying ever since I'd learned about blowjobs.  "Still not sure how that
relates to making money though."

"I heard an older guy at school say that guys couldn't suck their own
penises, so I told him I could.  He bet me $5 that I couldn't.  So I showed
him and got 5 dollars.  Then he said we could bet other guys and make money
together.  He's now my manager and I'm the talent."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, buddy.  How much money have you made so
far?"  I asked just out of curiosity before I did some parenting, although
I wish I'd been able to do that at 12.  I'd have been as rich as Colin by
now.

He pulled his night table open and there was quite a stack of money in it.
Surprising, as he normally put it in his safe. "About $400," he answered
honestly.

"400 for just betting guys you can suck your own penis?"

He laughed.  "No, that would take forever.  Conrad said we could make a lot
more money by doing other dares too."

"Like what?"  I asked becoming a little concerned about where this was
going.

"Nothing dangerous or anything.  Just normal stuff like being dared to suck
a penis.  He has lots of friends who like it, so we make tons from them.
They've been helping me try to do the splits by holding my legs and
stretching me while I lie on my back.  I'm trying to learn to do it so I
can be like Cory.  He can put his legs right out to the side and go all the
way down to the floor.  I can't do that yet as it hurts.  He can even put
both legs behind his head which looks pretty funny.  He can fit in a
suitcase.  I can only get one leg behind my head so far but I'm getting
there, and then I'm gonna surprise Cory by showing him.  Conrad got a boner
watching me naked when we were in the locker room bathroom, so I wiggled
against it and let him put it in me.  He gave me $10 and then his friends
asked if they could do it too and also gave me $10.  Cool huh?  I made $80
in one day.  All I have to do is lie there on the bench while boys put
their penises in me.  I would have more money, but I give Conrad some for
helping me find other guys.  He says it's normal for a manager to get
commission.  So that's why I'm practicing so we can make more.  He said if
I sucked my own penis while I let someone do my bum at the same time, we
could charge more."  He sat up and swung his legs off the edge of the bed.
"You wanna help me?"

I felt sick. I mean I felt really sick.  I sat down and put my arms around
him.  My son was being turned into the school slut and pimped out.  "How
old are Conrad and his friends?"

"14, and they made me part of their group.  Some guy called me a fag and
Conrad punched him in the face.  He's like soooo cool!"

"I know you think they're cool, Blake but what they're doing is wrong.
Having sex for money is illegal buddy," I said pulling him against me.
"You could go to jail and all your friends could be charged with lots of
things.  Do you know how much I'd miss you if you went to jail?  I'd be
incredibly lonely, and so would Colin, Kyle, Troy and everyone else.
Especially your newest family members."

"Why would I go to jail?  I like doing sexy stuff, so it's not like it's
wrong or anything, and you said boys could do it with me if they were under
15."

"There's nothing wrong with sex, but soliciting money for sex is illegal."

"Soliciting?"

"Asking for money before you have sex with someone."

"Whoa!  You mean I could be incinerated?  How long would they send me to
jail for?"  He said as his eyes went wide.

"I think at your age, they send you away until you are legally allowed to
have sex with everyone.  So until you were 16, probably," I said trying to
scare him a little.  "And it's incarcerated, not incinerated."

"What's the difference?"

"Incinerated means to be burnt.  Incarcerated means locked up," I explained
as he looked up at me concerned.

"I don't wanna go to jail, Dad.  I'm sorry.  Please don't call the police
on me.  I just wanted to make you proud of me by earning my own money," he
said with his big green puppy dog eyes.

"Blake, I am proud of you and I'd never call the police on you.  You have a
real job at Domino's and you do chores around here.  That's more than most
12 year olds.  Plus you own your own car.  Name me one kid in your school
that can say that."

"Ummm, can I ask another question?  Can I keep doing fun stuff with just
Conrad and his friends?  They're my besties, yo!"  He said putting up two
peace signs and tilting his head to look all gangster.

"I don't think that's a good idea.  I think they're using you.  Best way to
find out if they're your friends or not is to tell them you can't do naked
things anymore and see what happens.  If they still want to hang out with
you, then maybe I can allow you to still be friends with them, but only
after I meet them."  Meet them and scare the crap out of them.  I'll see if
I can go over the border and get one of those American automatic assault
rifles to greet them with.  That should do it.  Then once I was finished
with them, I'd head over to find Damian.

"I really want them to be my friends.  They're totally cool guys and all my
other friends are jealous that I get to hang out with them."

"Are you doing naked things with any of your other friends?  People your
own age?"

"If I say yes, are you gonna get mad?"  He asked diplomatically.

"I take that as a yes then.  Blake, buddy, I've been a bad parent
obviously.  Just because we all walk around here without clothes and talk
openly about things, doesn't mean it's right for someone your age to be
doing the same thing.  In this house we treat you like an adult, but
sometimes it's not age appropriate and I'm sorry that I failed you as a
Dad."

"You didn't fail me, Justin," he said putting his arm around me.  "I like
living here and it's so awesome that you treat me like a grown up.  When I
go to my friend's houses, their parents always talk down to us like we're
little kids.  The only parents that are cool like you guys are Cory's Mom,
and Colton's Mom and Dad next door.  They don't care if we're all naked
around the house either."

"Well, I need you to cool it with any sex things from now on.  If you're
going to do things, it has to be here in the house only, and with people we
approve of.  Do you understand?"

"Sure.  Can I still wrestle naked with Warren?"

"No.  You can still wrestle, but no more naked things with him.  Be a kid
for a while longer and do activities for your age.  When you get older and
find the right person to be with, I promise you'll have all the sex you
want.

"Am I only allowed to be with one person?" he asked looking even more
confused.

"I think if you find the person you want to be with, you will probably only
want to be with them and no one else."  I liked that answer.  I was getting
pretty good at this parenting thing when I needed it in a crisis, even
though I was a total hypocrite.

"Okay, I pick Cory for now.  But I think I'm allowed to have one boy and
one girl though, right?"

"Let's just see how things work out.  Eventually you'll know who you like."

"Oh, I already know.  I like Cory and Melissa, and Kyle is gonna show me
things when I turn 16 and probably Troy will to.  Can I still swim without
clothes?"

"Yes, nothing has changed inside the house, just outside the house.  Keep
your clothes on, except when you're changing for sports or something, and
then no sex, just change, okay?"

"I don't think that's fair," he pouted.  "If they're my age you said it's
okay.  How come it's not okay now?"

"Because a lot of people, especially parents wouldn't understand.  They
could cause trouble and maybe end up having you taken away from us."

"I don't want that to happen.  Why is life so difficult?  Am I still
allowed to masturbate and things like that?"

"Of course.  That's part of being a boy, but only do it in private."

"Can I still do it with you guys if we all get boners at the same time?"

"Let's play that one by ear," I said not wanting to draw this out any
further than it had already gone.  Blake giggled.  "What's so funny?"

"Well, I only just got the hang of putting it in my mouth.  I don't think
it'll fit in my ear!"  He said giggling harder.  I pushed him aside and
smiled.  He stood up and wiggled his softening penis at me and ran off to
the bathroom for his shower.  I still can't help but be amazed at how big
his dick was for his age.  I can see how fathers could be proud of their
boys for that.  He was taking after me in more ways than one.  At the rate
he was growing, he was gonna be bigger than me by the looks of it.  God
help all the girls he'll end up with, and boys for that matter.  I headed
off downstairs and found Kyle making breakfast.  I helped and prepared
Blake's lunch as well.  We'd been doing that lately instead of just handing
him money.  It was supposed to be to try and stop the rich kid image at
school.  Guess we were focusing on the wrong image.  Now he's the slutty
prostitute rich kid.  Makes him being rich seem so much less important now.
We'll work on correcting that rep.  As I sat beside Kyle, who was already
eating breakfast, Travis and Trevor came down in their PJ's and walked over
to me.

"Daddy, can we have some milk, pwease?"  Travis said as they stood side by
side.  I loved the fact that the boys were never apart.  It was like there
was a force field that prevented them from straying too far from each
other.

Kyle just grinned as he took a sip of his coffee.

"I'm Uncle Justin," I told them as if they cared.  Kyle jumped up to get
the twin's milk in their sippy cups.  I could see those sippy cups coming
in handy for the rest of us when we'd been partying too hard.  You could
fill it with booze and not worry about spilling or having the glass break.
That could be my next theme party.  Sippy Cup Saturday.

We helped the two boys onto the stools and gave them milk and a bowl of
cereal.  It wasn't long before Alex and Jason strolled into the room and
thanked us for looking after them.  Blake bounced down look casual in his
light grey Nike sweat pants, white runners, t-shirt and hoodie.  Quite the
grown up jock look.  This was a good image for him.  "Who's that?" Blake
asked looking at Colin with the city planner.

"He's from the department of `mind your own business'," I said patting him
on the shoulder.

"Oh really I thought he was from the department of `Justin isn't funny',"
he replied.  Not a bad comeback, but I'll have to teach him some better
snarky comments if he's going to survive in my world.  He had breakfast and
talked to everyone nonstop, especially the twins who laughed at a lot of
his antics.

"What did you make me for lunch?"  He asked as he put a lot of the dishes
in the dishwasher.  He was cleaning up after the twins without being asked.
Total respect for that.

"Turkey, lettuce and tomato."

"Oooo, I like turkey.  What else?"

"Oreos, an orange and carrot sticks."

"Carrot sticks?  Are they for Twitch?"  He asked looking puzzled.

"No, for you.  It's healthy."

He laughed.  "Justin, you're way too funny.  Can I have a bag of chips
please?"

"Sure, you know where they are, but we really have to work on more healthy
options."

"Oh, you were serious about that?  I'm a growing boy.  I need lots of
energy food, not carrots or turnips and stuff."

"Turnips?  When have we ever given you turnips?"  I asked rubbing his head.

"Well never, but just in case you think that might be a good idea, it's
not."  He stuck his finger up his nose and then wiped it on his pants.

"Hey, I know you think picking your nose is a good idea, but it's snot," I
said grinning.  He giggled at my pun.

"Alright, so are you ready to go?  And remember what I told you.  No more
naked games at school.  If you change after gym, the underwear stays on."

"What if I have to shower?  Do I keep my boxers on then too?"

"You're 12.  Nobody in your school showers at 12.  They barely get the 16
year olds to do it.  So no naked anything at school.  Agreed?"

"I guess, but it sucks.  I can make lots of money and you won't have to pay
for things for me."

"Blake, you have more money than all the kids in your school combined.  If
you need something important just ask and we'll see about it."

"But Colin said it's always means more if I earn my own money."

"I don't think he meant with sex.  I think he meant using your brain," I
clarified.

"Okay, but I did use my brain for this and my way makes lots of money, and
it's fun."  He wasn't wrong about that, but he can go work for Helix
Studios when he's 18 if he still feels the same way.  Ryan can call his
contacts.  Wait, what am I saying?  I don't want my son to be a porn
star...at least not before I become one.

Kyle and I drove him to school on the way to University and I watched as he
met up with a group of kids outside the entrance.  They were all older and
really seemed to welcome him.  Even the girls were all over him.  No wonder
he liked them.  I had to admit they all looked like the cool kids and
probably the type I'd want to hang around with if I were in their grade.  I
noticed they were all dressed like jocks as well, and I could clearly see
who Blake was emulating.  On the way to campus, I told Kyle about the
conversation we'd had and he freaked out.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He said hitting the breaks so hard he almost
gave me whiplash.  "That's such bullshit.  No way some douche is gonna pimp
out my little brother and live to tell about it.  Let's go back and kick
their asses.  I'll fuck all of them up so bad they won't be able to use him
again."

"Don't worry.  This time I'm not letting it go.  Blake is so trusting of
people and likes the attention of older guys.  Not to mention he thinks sex
is the best thing on the planet.  Something tells me he's a bit of an
addict."

"Like father like son," Kyle grinned as he calmed down.  "But he can
seriously suck his own dick?  I'm so jealous.  If I could do that,
especially down to my balls, I'd never leave my bedroom.  I'd be dating
myself and saving a ton of money on other guys."

I agreed, but I was still concerned about the influence that Blake was
getting at school. "From the way those guys greeted him today, I have a
feeling he may not be able to get out of their grip.  Especially if they're
making money off him."

"So what's that plan?  We take a baseball bat and break some knees caps?
Maybe show them what it's like to be fucked hard?"

"Okay Mr. Gay mafia," I laughed.

"Say hello to my leetle friend," he said in his best godfather voice and
grabbed his crotch.

"That's like three mobsters in one," I grinned.

All morning I couldn't get the thought out of my head of seeing Blake being
used by the older guys.  It made me sad to think of my boy being used like
that.  It really wasn't about him having sex, as we're guys, it's in our
DNA, but we totally failed him in showing the proper things about it.  I
guess we got lost in our own world of being gay, and forgot how
impressionable he was.  With the other kids around now, we were going to
have to be more careful.  I decided to go and check on Blake at lunch time,
not because I didn't trust him, but because I didn't trust the older boys.
Blake liked being around older people and if they wanted sex with him, I
was pretty sure he wouldn't say no as he was always pestering us for it.
So no doubt if it was being offered, he be up for it.  No pun intended.  At
home no one would tempt him, but out here in the real world, guys were
always horny and ready to have sex with a willing person, and Blake was
definitely willing.  I remembered what he'd said and figured that the bench
he was referring to was either on the school field or in the locker room.
It would be more secluded and warmer in the locker room, so I made my way
there first.  I paused at the door with my heart pounding unusually loud.
I was going to slam my way in like a Federal Agent on speed, but decided to
go all black ops instead.  I slowly opened the door until I could get
through and quietly snuck into the locker room.  If I'd had people with me,
I would have held my hand up in a fist to stop and listen and then point at
my eyes and send two people left and two right, but since I was by myself,
I just stuck close to the lockers and stealthfully made my way along to the
end of the row.  There were definitely people in here so I headed towards
them, making sure to stay low and quiet.  I could totally get into this
type of mission.  They could have sent me to get Osama Bin Laden I was so
good.  Of course if it was just a couple of boys changing, this was going
to look all kinds of wrong with me creeping around the locker room.  I
positioned myself so I could see what was going on and again felt
immediately sick.  Blake was on the bench with his pants off and legs held
wide open by two boys while a third was fucking him with his pants down to
his knees.  At first it looked like they were raping Blake, but as I looked
at my son, he had his shirt on and was happily eating his sandwich with one
hand and jerking off with the other, almost ignoring what was happening.
There was no doubt he was enjoying it as he had a rock hard erection.  I
was conflicted.  This was my son being used, but he wasn't breaking any age
rule.  I've done way more than that myself and considered it okay, but I
was still the parent and had told him to stop doing this.  It was go time!
I rushed the group in a quick, sudden movement and grabbed the kid fucking
Blake by the throat and slammed him backward against the lockers.

"What the hell are you doing fucking my son?  Three on one!!  After I beat
you a bloody pulp, maybe I'll shove my giant dick in your ass for an hour
and see how you like it," I screamed at him.

"Dad!" Blake yelled as all the boys scrambled to adjust to my attack.  The
boy I was holding by the throat couldn't move and his erection was rapidly
deflating.  Blake ran over to me and grabbed my arm to try and get my hand
off the guy's throat.  "DAD!  He wasn't paying me, we were just having fun.
You said I couldn't take money anymore, so I didn't.  This is Conrad and
his friends.  Come on Dad, you said sex was okay."

I just looked at him quickly and forcefully.  "Get your pants on, Blake!" I
snapped.  He turned and picked them up off the floor.  I looked back at
Conrad.  "So if this is just because you like sex, how about you lie on the
bench and let Blake and your friends fuck you now.  Seems only fair.  I
mean we wouldn't want Blake to have all the fun now would we?  Why don't
you two take your clothes off and fuck your friend here," I said looking at
the other two boys.  "Blake goes first."

Blake had got dressed and was back beside me.  I had released my grip on
Conrad, but hadn't allowed him to pull up his pants.  He obviously was
scared as his dick had shrunk to the size it might be after being in cold
water for an hour.  "He said he liked it and asked us to be in here,"
Conrad said shaking like a leaf.  Strangely, I knew he was telling the
truth.  He went to pull up his pants.

"Leave them down.  I'm not finished with you.  I still think you should
take it up the ass.  Blake, you say you like it, why don't you fuck your
friend and let him see how it feels."

"Come on Dad, you're embarrassing me.  They're my friends and I like
playing with them.  Stop it or I'll never talk to you again," he
snapped. "I'm allowed to do it with anyone up to 14 and they're 14.  I
checked."

I looked at the three boys and they were actually all pretty good looking.
"Get out of here boys, I need to talk to my son.  Alone!"

Conrad scrambled to get his pants on and all three raced out of there, blue
balls and all.

"Blake, sit down," I said pointing to the bench he had just been fucked on.

He sat down hard and pouted.  "You just ruined my rep, Dad.  Now they're
not gonna want to be friends with me."

"I thought I told you this morning to leave your clothes on at school.  No
more naked games," I reiterated as I stared at him.

"Yeah, but they wanted to play and I like them Dad.  I didn't take money
and no one else was here, so what's the biggie?"

"The `biggie' is that they're older boys and shouldn't be taking advantage
of you like that.  They're just using you.  You should stick with boys and
girls your own age."

"This is school Dad!  Having older friends make me cool.  I know you
probably forgot that being old and stuff.  They're not using me, Dad.  I'm
using them.  All my friends my age think I'm way cool because I hang out
with them, and the older boys like how grown up I am for my age and stuff.
They even asked if they can come over sometime to see our house.  What's
wrong with that?"

Damn I hate it when he throws things out like this.  I have no idea how to
respond when it sounds so logical, but I'm pretty sure it's wrong somewhere
in there.  I mean Colin is 5 years older than me, so two years is nothing.
At 12, a two year age difference is like 20 years in adult world.

"Blake, do me one favor.  Stop having sex with them and see if they still
want to be your friends.  If they do, then you can invite them over and
we'll get to know them better.  If, as I suspect, they stop hanging out
with you then it's only because you're willing to help them get off when
they need it.  I think you should stick with your girlfriend and friends
your own age before you get a reputation as being the school slut.  Not a
good rep to have at all.  I can promise that.  You have all sorts of
activities you're into, concentrate on those and less on sex.  You have
your whole life for that."

"I still don't see the big deal.  Why is playing naked with someone any
different than other things?"

God, I have no idea how to answer this because I wouldn't believe what I
was saying.  I was with Blake on this one.  Nothing wrong with being naked
or having sex at all, as long as both people were into it.  How do I tell
him that it's wrong from him but not for others.  Somewhere the answer lies
in the age card.  Before your balls drop and you get pubes and can make
sperm, your body's not ready.  That's an easy one.  But since he'd been
through all that, and was definitely ready, it would be a tougher sell.

"Blake, you just have to trust me on this one.  Sex isn't bad or wrong,
it's just how you go about it.  Usually at your age, your body is still
developing and growing.  The older boys are stronger and more developed and
could end up hurting you in ways that we can't see, especially inside your
bum."

He patted me on the back.  Dad, I have a bigger penis than half the 14 year
olds.  If anyone is hurting anyone, it would be me hurting them.  So can I
ask another question?  If I stop doing naked stuff with them and they still
want to be my friends and they come over so you can get to know them, and
you find you like them. THEN can I play naked with them?  You don't stop me
and Cory, so why is it any different with Conrad?"

Arrrggghhhh!!!  I have no idea.  Just be 6 again and stop asking questions
and do as I tell you! Is what I wanted to scream at him.  Where is this
chapter in my psychology class?  Something tells me that child psychology
is going to be a whole lot different than adult psychology. I can already
hear a session.

`You have to stop teasing your sister.'  Why?  `Because she doesn't like
it.'  Why?  "Because it makes her sad and your have to look out for her as
her big brother.'  Why?  `Because families help each other not beat each
other up.'  Why?  `Because no matter what happens in life your family will
always be there for you when others come and go, so you need to look out
for one another.' How Come?  And it would go on and on until I was in
therapy.

"Blake, please.  Just do as I'm asking and trust me.  Stop having sex with
them and see if they are still your friends.  Cory likes you whether you
have clothes on or not, as do the twins and even James.  See if Conrad and
his friends are the same.  Sometimes people stick around for what they can
get from you.  Whether it's money, sex or whatever.  Stop giving it out and
people who aren't really your friends disappear pretty fast, leaving you
with true friends who will be there for you in good times and bad times."

"You'll see Dad.  They're my real friends.  I'll prove it."

"Okay, but if they disappear, just remember there's lots and lots of people
who will want to be real friends with you because you're an incredible
kid."

"Am I in trouble for having sex with them?"  He asked looking at me with
his sad eyes.

"A little, but not enough to punish you.  Just try what I said please.  If
I come back and find you having sex, I'll pull you out of this school,
arrange for you to be home schooled and lock your penis up until your
married.  So choose wisely, son."

He looked at me to see if I were bluffing, but I really wasn't.  I couldn't
send him to a different school, it would be exactly the same thing.
Imagine Blake at the Q Academy.  He'd rule the place.  I stood up to leave
and he stood up and gave me a hug. I loved it when he did that and I hugged
him back and kissed the top of his head.  He grabbed the rest of his
sandwich and we headed out of the locker room and he walked me back to the
car.  I hoped that I had gotten through to him, but if I didn't it would be
extremely difficult to stop him from playing with the guys anyway.  We'll
just have to keep him extra busy and burn off all his extra energy.
Karate, Scouts, Diving, Wrestling, 30 kilometre runs, cold showers...things
like that.

I went back to classes and finished the day before Kyle and I headed home.
Blake and I never mentioned the incident at school, but I couldn't get the
two images out of my head of him.  The first on his bed sucking himself off
and then him being fucked like a porn star while he casually ate a
sandwich.  I think I was a little jealous of my son/cousin learning all
that at such an early age.  I wonder what I would have been like if I'd
been sexual at 12.  I'd have probably grown up to be a horny slut, doing
everyone in sight, instead of the well rounded quiet reserved person I am
today.  Oh seriously...again, it's my story, my reality!

After dinner Colin and I were hanging out together as I finished some
homework and his conversation turned serious.  "So I talked to Sam about
the situation with Damian a little more, and he's still of the mind that we
can win this and squash it permanently.  He's gonna call you with an idea,
but I figure you and I can talk about it first.  He thinks that he should
just tell the crown to proceed with whatever charges they have left, and
call their bluff.  They've gone from serious criminal charges to a minor
alcohol related charge. He figures we pay a fine and move on."

"So what happens if they go back to pressing all the charges?  I end up
with a criminal record forever and James would never be allowed here.  I'd
rather take the guaranteed deal."

"Won't happen.  They've already agreed that the other charges are dropped.
If they do go with whatever's left, we could just give Jason and Alex one
of the places the company owns and let them all move in there.  Once this
is over, the new house will be done and they could all move back, or if it
takes longer, James gets adopted and they still move back.  Either way they
win and you do too."

"Except if I lose and go to jail and become someone's wife, you know I'd
not survive in prison," I pouted.

"Of all people to go to prison, I expect you'd probably end up running the
place and asking for additional time because you hadn't got through all the
guys yet," he smiled.

"Ha ha, very funny.  I really don't want to go to jail.  I'd be miserable
without you."

"Sweetie, even if they won, the most you'd get is a fine," Colin said as he
pulled me against him for comfort.

"You don't know that for absolute sure, but I'm okay if he wants to try and
make this go away.  I'm up for the fight, especially if it means that
Damian can't come after us again.  That'll teach the bitch a lesson about
how to treat people."

"Personally I think that's the best decision."

"Somewhere deep inside, I do to, but it doesn't make it less scary that
someone can fuck up my life like this so easily."

"We just have to toughen up and expect things like this from time to time.
People will always want a piece of you if they think you're an easy target,
and rich enough to pay them off."

"Like Bieber," I agreed.  "Holy crap, that's a great idea.  I could come up
with something against him and settle out of court by making him spend the
night with me as payment."

"Wow, did that go sideways fast," Colin laughed.

"Why would you want to do Bieber when you have all these other guys to
choose from around here already?"

"You know what they say, you always want what you can't have."

"Something tells me that in a year or two, you'd be able to pick him up on
the street corner singing for spare change, and you can bring him home like
an orphan."

"God that would be hot.  After I saw that picture of his naked ass, I want
it sooo bad.  He looks incredibly fuckable."

"You think every guy is incredibly fuckable once you see them naked," he
teased, and to prove his point turned and mooned me as he pulled the back
of his pants down.  I grabbed him and wrestled him onto the couch and
jumped on top of him.  I dry humped his ass and kissed his neck.  He was
laughing uncontrollably.  Kyle and Blake showed up and joined in the
wrestling.  Guess I wasn't going to get to finish my homework now.  Later
on, we told Jason and Alex what we were going to do regarding Damian, and
they both agreed without hesitation, despite what it might mean for James.
They said it would all work out.  I was probably the only one who didn't
believe it as easily.  Of course, it was me at the centre of the whole
thing.

The next day Colin and I called Sam and told him we were going to stand our
ground and fight.  He seemed to think that was for the best and promised
he'd throw all his resources at it.  Al I heard was the dollar signs
rushing through his head.  Obviously the more work he did, the more this
was costing.  I should have just paid Damian and it probably would have
gone away faster at a tenth the price.  Colin said it was the principal of
the thing, not the money.  To me it would have been about the money first.
Whichever was the cheaper option.

I settled in for the long legal battle and made a note to put on my
fighting underwear.  In case you don't know what that is, it's my cute sexy
underwear, so that if I get arrested at random one day when this whole
thing goes off the rails, I won't look stupid when I'm stripped and given
the red prison outfit.  I had to make sure I had underwear that would match
and that wouldn't embarrass me in front of a room full of other guys being
strip searched.  I had to look fabulous, even in those circumstances.

Just after lunch I got a call from Sam.  "Justin, Sam.  Just wanted to let
you know it's over."

"Oh god.  What's over?  Am I going to jail to become someone's prison
wife?"

He laughed.  "No, it's over.  The Crown has decided to drop the whole
thing.  We called their bluff and they caved in.  It's finished.  You're
free and clear.  Do you want to proceed against Damian now for taking you
through all this?  We can go after him for on several charges if you wish."

"No, let's end it.  I'm glad it's over and let's leave it that way.  I
suppose if he tried anything again, we could go after him another day."

"You have seven years on most things before the statute of limitations
kicks in.  Call me if you need anything else and congratulations," he said.

"Thanks Sam.  Thanks for everything."  I said almost wanting to hug him
through the phone.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry but I felt a tear
run down my face anyway.

"That's what I'm here for.  Would you like me to call Colin and let him
know?"

"No, I'll do it.  This is such a relief you have no idea."

I immediately called Colin and told him.  He was also as relieved as I was.
I am so gonna get some sort of `winning a legal battle' sex tonight.

That night it was Blake's diving lesson, so I focused on that and felt a
total relief at having put this incident behind me.  I was even surprised
when Blake was the first one out of the locker room.  Normally I have to go
in and get him.  Things were looking up on all fronts.  At dinner we told
Jason and Alex about the Crown's decision and they were also relieved.  It
was a nice night where we relaxed and just hung out together and played
with the kids.

In the early morning, I heard someone whispering.  I opened my eyes to see
Jason standing beside the bed.  "You awake?"

"No," I complained.

"Cool.  Come check this out," he said as Colin stirred beside me.
"Seriously, you can't miss it."

We got out of bed and pulled on shorts and followed Jason down the hall
into the twin's bedroom where Alex was already waiting.  He motioned for us
to be quiet as we snuck up on the kids.  I feel like we were about to act
out a scene from Monsters Inc., and scare the crap out of them.  As we got
closer I found myself smiling as we looked at the kids.  They were fast
asleep, side by side sucking their thumbs. Only they weren't sucking their
own thumb, they were sucking each others.  It was by far the cutest thing I
had ever seen.

I whispered at Jason "Did you get some pictures?"  Alex held up the camera
and nodded.  "I should go get the others."

I trotted off to wake up Blake and he complained as I had, but I told him
to go have a look at the twins and he jumped out of bed and went to run
out.  "You might want underwear on.  Hide the flag pole."  He shrugged and
ignored me as he left the room.  What can you do?  I went to wake up Troy &
`Marvin', but they were already awake and doing their morning exercises.
Troy was doing pushups and I think `Marvin' was catching them, or being his
spotter.  "Hey, morning.  When you guys are done with that filthy habit,
you should go check on the twins.  Cutest thing I've ever seen."

"Filthy habit huh?  I'll have you know I'm as clean as a whistle back
there, `Marvin' informed me.

"That's not that clean then huh?  A whistle goes in your mouth and you blow
spit into it.  Doesn't sound hygienic at all.  Seriously, go check out the
twins and you can get back to boy on boy action in a bit."

Troy pulled out of `Marvin' and I could almost see his balls turn blue as
they put shorts on and went with me.  Everyone thought it was adorable and
was being extremely quiet as Alex took some more pictures.  Blake was
trying hard not to giggle to loud.

We made our way out of the room before we woke them and Blake looked up at
me.  Did you and Uncle Jason do that?"

"I don't think so, but then we hardly ever slept in the same bed as we had
our own rooms," I said.

"What's it feel like to have someone else suck your thumb?  Wanna suck
mine?"

"Not really?"  I grinned.

"Colin, you wanna suck my thumb?"

"I'll pass buddy.  But you are certainly welcome to suck your own thumb."

"Come on.  Someone suck my thumb.  I wanna know what it feels like."

Troy grinned and walked over to Blake, took his hand and sucked on his
thumb.  Blake squealed as he did it and I could tell from the expression on
Troy's face, he was probably using his tongue on it."

"That's so weird.  Let me try it on you," Blake said as he took Troy's
thumb and jammed it in his mouth.  Alex took a picture of the two of them.

"That's going on facebook for sure, or it might make a good blackmail
shot," Alex joked.

"Too bad Kyle missed that," Blake said.  "When's he coming home?"

"Probably when he's had enough of his new toys," I laughed as I knew he was
out with Tripp and Dickson.

"He got new toys?  Can I play with them?"

"Not until you're 16," I said ruffling his hair.

"Huh?  How come I have to wait until 16 to be able to do anything around
here?  Now I can't even play with Kyle's toys?"

"His toys are his new boyfriends," Colin explained.

"Oh.  Then that makes sense.  I like Tripp and Dickson, but I miss Jordan
and Aaron.  How many boyfriends are you allowed to have at once?"  He asked
looking at us for guidance.

"Usually just one," I explained.

"But I could have one boyfriend and one girlfriend, right?"

"Whatever floats your boat there, Captain Blake."

"God, you're so weird," he said rolling his eyes.

"I'm weird?  Who's the naked guy in the hallway testing thumbs out?"

"Fine.  It's a tie.  I'm going back to bed.  Wake me up if anything else
interesting happens."

I doubted he'd be up anytime soon.  Not much happens around here.



End of Chapter.



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